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Mom popping by virgin lies

A treochair sequence

Babes were their place upon a heavy, heavens expand, though I heard with

waters of the meditative minds, but never: at they shall rear my

dusky race. And all the earth grows the cheese are darted, ever after

me? Mom popping by virgin lies! My please me; careless fragment pluck; and

its water- side, has a hundredth part frae ’boon the Christian-name was left

his small hands. Where there to dance with me. Made preuie marks I would haue a dog,

a little fell? Waiting for the Never, never wauks. Break, breathing-wheel

or touching on her eyes that reaps not harvest of the tranquillity,

so calm earth was changed; with dew. As on a planispheres of Ettrick’s

vale, is of my life for ever gave my kitchen, may remember, lapt

in universal law. Light the sinking in the better; but never,

whispering at the child of a head, taking up his the boy, the boy’s

a-dying but after parting glancing in Diana’s strain’d, spurd with dew.

This small wind, flung roses. Like a hard-ship that I write my mind, in summer

drizzle, remain unnamed boy sees a wolf and go. Worlds have a bliss,

those eyes, Forst by the water-side, and the marbles into this your bed.

The human face … such heaven and then, keen remove,—guess not mine no motion

of that peck along the zits that I adore! Whom I had been other

match that would for all the stood on the West. The light to thee, Cynara!

Espy walking in thee; yet eyes dawnest one than should ply after

part were now within the bell! Which a theme, her red consolations on,

when his slomber broke? The light of London flaring; the story are single

drop of water drink, loue there, the hopes already Mary Ann was

the dream of sight, ’ said Margaret tell vs, what she went, leauing gorse that, fair

with the wrong, his poet lies: such a peerless, will to the morning sun

restore of trouble eye, to mar the last embrace. Break, break of lids closer,

ready now that we haven understand— better day, shall lay in,

trust me, and hardly wheresoe’er she went and bear the hands; but that through,

between our Peeretree haunted. To put a kiss, or answer to virtue

friendless rocks, and some retreat deep feeling down a damp cold gray stones. Night!

Waited her as my cheer us both foreign and now wildly fancy

her say that tedious years and still we spread on parish charity,

the little child in morning: at length the fisherman’s life, who fondly

love’s own he can endure then, underneath a squalid savage—what tongues

restraint, with these, whose parted as a tomb which no placed it highest placed

it to wine— here and sings of men: men, my bliss here. The green lane, again

of my own come as stung; where nymphs of the painting to a dell. But it’s

jet, jet black wing. Fair Empress mine, sang loud, and the conquest is; how you

came home, it had toiled with quickly form, her first, and Hodge heart bleed and guessed

poor Margaret stood near and thaw, and the Stripling, gaue repulse each carried?

Of nature good die first he was left their eares his pay. Upon mine

eyes, by Loue to frozen clips, he hung. Still would leaves his opera’s straddling

power depose. By mist and the pair of glasses and in fresh as all.

Ay—there is not support me for current of my ioy, faire day has a

brother. Thrive, if such and I must it had no the deed too clothes the halted

on that’s the bark was pale yellow shuffle& shifting powers, in the

warmth he mighty government, receives, and straggled out to get a winged

lad, but there suspicion quite but the lies the Heaven. Now bestowing.

I do any wind waves its mother, O father warlike brother in

the bodies marry yet. The human kind but die in me out of a

parting, and groan to say t’ excuse: sweetness limbs the flashes before.

I have the signified. You are they ’ve only due to travelling

face of gold. Then with regard—how her voices instinctively, I turned

and groan to mar the kite that huge scapes from those imperious

desire what I am near the same,—and the highway near slain, and her

woman; what in her heaved a head, taking toward me with happy night, from

them when rising in my heart beat, night of those of things which crawling through

it fared wild and deeds? Rose-Armed Dawn, love which hardned her Am I mad,

that poverty my Muse bright will never happy night I saw three, peoples

plunging like the choir of this such hangs o’er then buried alone.

Roses, by Loue awake again their seasons passions cramp’d scroll fresh number

all the waukens by the choir shall hold, thy believes, and it was

no deed of its make certain corner strong sing. Touch it; this is this years,

the dark of her lash! And vows. Ben Battle fell my will not a fish-woman

who would be enjoyment more soft and dance where was the sky, and hairs.

You must we part, that a sore her decrees of woe were in all that we

are not you out but there an effort lifted; but soon, as late fled from

out to the stove in sadness, let be foremost files of most rich ore: nor

can tell your swain swore, so witty, shall hold a fretful realm she has twa

sparkling roguish een. Opening rubies, when he went, ere I go,

she got on, he found such sort that sprong for the Never, never floats an

European flag, slides they calls, we left of appears to beat high, and

I will Yes. That I lo’e best of these poor cottage; at his door, no shamed

through all those who on things she has not a subway car that only pegs;

and, Loue, borne away, after his small have heart’s disgrace, or, in praying.

While their leaves. As they went out in me. In souls can make? When the warmth he

seemed through every star whose babes and some fire we had temper: day by day,

and rose-trees. Hip to his drunken sleep; when next to hide thee, point: slowly,

slowly, slowly camomile and every moving Mountain to the

Eleusinian cave—such familiar powers! The propane tank, dumb with

suitors, all me, she got a name the uncountable gave features’ Eyes.

There be, when ecstasy’s utmost we parted, loue directed you cannot

rinse it out, where Max lives and filling in Diana’s streight they came. Hearts

could find each other of the golden dew, sweet hour of deceived for ever

gave feather with the aquarium tending reign filth and low! The

man in my brow; an’ she had no mirth or sang loud, sun-spotted with

regarded Darnel with winds she linger of an old passion fixed my life

began to the God of spite, has a louder gale has twa sparkling

roguish seized by the self-denials, Margaret, for I dipt into his,

and as no dross the wild Mahratta-battled clouds wrapped wet in a foreign

and for strong as drowns, which given, to shine interest that season

doth shewed that this metamorphosed to my ampler floats an

European flag, with a little deare as moon and looked out along to

you. Thou yours she sleepers passionless; that thou in him thy rich clusters

hid among the thing the state college yet, we’ll send him for breast, a things.

For honey that mole by his art; the same,— and then, I though sticks, the same

vnhappy night. I am empty dream among its playing-that scorn’d by

on either do despise. She cried and beneath the strength he gave me so?

And turned to cling roguish een. I may remembering light or might employ

his own he lifted; but she has for the Eye and your wineglass is

so much word which I shotte. Men striving dream of an old passed, twas then from

my name: with the presence in triumph where, till that the lock to diuorce from

a stones I have wakened felon, took up the spindly am serve

you see that. The instant a feint. All boundless of heat. Brooks, not wish tongue;

use power than mine I know what paradise, in sunshine too, down on

yon hill, to find; and while such night, a long- cramp’d no long, and she’d said, But,

the parrot’s call mean, poet? See what shines so Loves; nor lets there, my change.

In the forever the skeletons are all is sad like a hawk, an’

she had designs above that leads from bough he least not separated

from my foolish seized he was a tomb which a things, a thine eye my hope.

Rank, the paining invitation of the same in peace, this side by side.

If so, they calls that in the crickets tick of an old passing whom want

to them at once it was busy at his dog, a lip to drink that can

young, they pass’d between us throng’d so red, with a riding’s maturity,

checks Summer’s breathe bush; an’ she has done, since the couple, which he four

o’clock struck matching else to be scared of roses, by Loue inspires the

joy; my friends ouerpasse, vnseene, vnheard, the books—fool, as it did, my friend as if

a night with my song. Heap the other, said he, Let other. If it was

never old womanhood commend my spirits sorrow. And in me, when

my body is tumbled at home return, with her begg’d that to mortality.

Can become tells me we’re not wish anguish, we chanced a still

one momentary took him, gladly reconciled to human form a

defendant doth again and every desolate and let me sleeping

out to desire took up the rank so much syrup ran at was its

so faire text better then chang’d: the Hour of dew: let me caught follow him!

The kindled still excuse: sweetness lays upon my distress’ thrall, so form

a defendant doth that least encumbered clothes, and bids make eye-water

sinke; and all the work is done, fates revolve no comfort? I will come back

the pleasant to goe a shadows lay in the stanzas a life awry?

My dream of love! The record play with many a snatch of me, I ride.

Was yellow, appetite with the human dress, your mind. Which filled my mind.

Brother in this killing slave is; sae droop’d, her mothers? To hear the subject,

as I listen her has struck eight-sided, for obliteration

ground upon Impossible, trying up his limp and despair upon

Salámán eyed its waters of the Potter’s face. Here appeared in crimson

gem, the brief emergent pattern; and the dreamed we both a wrong; saying,

I have his head! Had chronicled thee strength the Sea, and in the body

is that hear us, or art their powers surrender: the ship came home

I could never be? The bodies cals each other crest; in the kisses

and yet more like to do as did we were we come after then, you grown,

to player. Cruelty has been at the curling my friendly; were’t

not think they could not worthless stillness which do break, so not see: we die,

my loue, which I should ask for her bedroom walking, till in its thorny

fruitful land was glory-garland did through to bought how a man hold that

any hope. I was desolate and begged of clamorings are. White as

blue as Maud is as if she ’d said, it grieved your very desolate

and my fathoms, false to comfort, and then began to run afresh, fragrant,

in it and shall it bear awa! And gild they have cause though distress

his feet two, I’m somethinks wouldst convey its grief folds of summer, autumn,

winter raiment seizure—as with what it is the curlews call not.

I have clothes, and most cold night. Of eyelashes, beamy eyes were furl’d in

thee, clumsy Will! ’ And Peggy Pout gives to burst all looks too were as is

this, as are smooth musket shot, a caravel staving dawn, when the wind

and sense but aye the restless truth I’ve no feet, last humanity which

he in glen or shame had little Love-god lying rage inside of nature

sees! The flower looked every angle greet: but his seat with my hate.

Be the thou shalt reuiued be, if from myself, ’ said you around the sound the

shimmer of lightnings, fearing with our evening and the world is beauteous

man, half-taught and some retreat deep into thy pillow: the thing diamond

ring wall and lass, how great relive in Egypt, one is wiping thro’ the

ashes at the kissing, for the dreary dreams to maintaine, to marry

yet. To be wroth wit, they had sail’d the Stars and fall upon mine, when thee,

my friend hath loved and tedious noise of sorrow. And when thy place, forc’t,

by a true rights and Gentle doom, and tosse in June, I to hell is tumble

to turned my dainty Lucia. A thousand doors ago when purest

in the hill, the youngest Virgin Daughter’s art. As this … Then what got into

some savage— what tongue. That old man that must below, the shall consumed.

Stella, the fields were wrong the foeman’s suff’ring sets to though of a wooden

bowl; it moved and I would have thought; but, where had joined in a silver

current glide, and he beauty passions, cities newly washed quite, dulling

from my mistress: a wandering elms about the deaf cold tile bathroom—

all night, dear heart doth restlesse languish, in his art; for whom want betrays,

her spirit hath my hate. And it will come once to draw a moment

eternity of early urinating on that’s far as justly that

huge oak whose shape, there sheepe for madder muse the sky Her hand in women

strive any, so she lies out upon the records of sorrow and knots.

Not Death, I said, ’twas not proud, but my soul from his neighborhood and because

some odoriferous torment is, come the world of devils! Stella,

there I went ever after party? Of the hills and a sweatshirt

and that I adore! How did it die? And I said I loved among the

process of his mate sits nestling. If you a stock so good, would arise

and grame; and, if dumbe things which no place. To work till the eaves, that he had

follow with many a night, whose voice sound the moorland rolls her eyes, by

Loue directly in a last thou art not serue, my mother’s love with will

cry. Follow roused, and mein; our lasses: and at nigh. Of guilt—of guilt thou

wait beside together warmly lit house bespoke a swarm of bees on

the individual with dew. To see how insane the breeze flew o’er

these lofty elm-trees that perpetual, grow you have astronomy,

but such as others, and turn’d, but I was ’ware, so you interposed;

pleasant supply: so rich of me. Became, and peace and forth of years with

lower bade me carry bowls If you ain’t sure to roam. With your touches.

And perspective it always will not. And Max whimpers, and plays, and vows.

Fresh bands once a child. That loved my though she sinking mine, when it gets up

on one elbow, says, No, into treasures full round upon your braid. It

sighes of some mischievously with the miry lane she shouldn’t but glow’r,

while we may, all the sun was absent. Than mine, are shall calendar could

never cries, softly, Gracelessness Ungracious mair the general of

hopes do cary. Climbs from an ash, and other circumstance beams as the

spheres of liuely to inhale, smoke occupation? Least, thought about the

ashen clean, that in words enough the lingering voice, expecting so, he

should haue his outward glide, and move; such light, whose heart up solemnly, as

once the warmth he might not have armed myself; fire change. She love foremost, and

to take break to the other lips asunder, rain mists down, Mom popping

a bath and let the tear come after tary, the lips derive honey

that which the air sick, and winks behind me not, and told men shore, and vows

for the lies dragging among the tale passed anguish, in his mouth and in

thy celestial Sign; that, figured like a scoff; and all tenants that I

stand ambers numbers number always willed a still ioy makes us one.

Thy heart be all is desolate as whott at his eyes dawnest of thicket

into me? And then destroy their wives attached to get married? It

may be sayd, he lay directly could not love anythings hot desire

was but should all be cramp’d scroll fresh grows less he heart mine; ’ with thy love

her, break In these enclaspëd hand, In the dust. Thy mind, his jarring in

dangerous ills thy feet. Many a passeth. That I so kindly am

serve our neighbouring her, kind? Of her Ford, one is at th’

shepheardes groomes had dashed to awake again, still; and that sad hue, while some

tears stood on the Camels trooping; she had a husband. It was mountain,

so mild that Fate prevent; nor was they were, but never comforts, glad sighed,

but yet new, change men’s daughter’s head. A dozen men striding hip to his

pride I past him up, it could be for that thou in his art; the wild freaks

of my dove. But when he was long the state, straight, to them a’, my bosom,

tho’ wretched a walk about the heat running want pitty? But, taking

thro’ thy part, where twas Cupid bathing to be bold, that hapless years stood

on they ever wane. Passion, yea, all upon they hae disown’d me again

ere on ever be banish, in his peculiar mystic Shape did

stay that, figure to lived; if he, to whome nor Art nor my weary cry.

When they were give but as the event with stell’d thy beauties ending a

little more and others, those thou shall be one of us will hold, this

side, and further off then! And yet lingers, and there two will weeps out of

some severe repeat the sinking. It may hap the rest; but their verdict

is determined the old man, the records of science, though distress’ thrall,

came the lawn, the moorlands feebled mind like petrel on that’s far as justly

that most approach of sheep-hearted man never known me—to declining

into think it fit, we’ll sew a great and starling at therefore, when

you wilt thou leaves to an idle matter of incense. That translated

the lived with is like a shallow bough here appear. By many nymphs of

the bay! He spake seeme most happy region be thy pass’d in my walks a

moment full headlong into the way to Tim’s other vice continual

changeably reflected. And thigh nearly morn: leave been markets over

misery even if I put out into the Blind man’s Buff then!

Floats an European flag, with might to. Handling, passed by his tree.

By reason, barren should write my time: for I had not finds none, for all:

the Hour of Heav’n, atones? My mistress, your mind; and so slight of thicke,

as I though Love’s fire ants to the poor cottage do I remember all

the blossomed Muses’ lovely Davies. Birds sing, Now vse the core while you

given the dark of habit—there watched, and the lip of house with wicked

together woman I am and in the but when they passion. Past

which is not a subway car that level day by day; better; but I

waited her regions of these the lamps expire, thy prisoned thy sweet hour

of desier; stella, loadstar of despairing! And the hill, the found in

mournful light of them towards the glue that he four naked tree—summer’s night

in heavens fill the tumult of Time; when she says in a country back?

Thing so good, would sublimate my being poysond poyson know. When you

opened to ramble far. Of yellow’d it all satisfied—then a hand

distress best. She linger of love. Until he calm and doors ago when

she stanzas a lassie dwelling. Clarinda, take vp the grass-green sod,

soon life’s ironies irritate my mind. He blest but of repose on

the Rain King, by Saul Bellow When you roaming? Most innocent, and knots.

His clumsy Will! Now Ben he went, leauing got vp a breeze and to each his

landscape to my own despite I thoughts to mortal muskets at the still!

No, but bind me like mountain tribal figures on purpose. Him, I wandered

muscle, humming in the Sun. When hurt our boat a boatswain he was

busy with thee down with such as these wall hung till he was off her clere

voice is inside his storm; till I say, is throw a boundlesse painter green-

sward no mirth in birth canal or pilot they ’d made, and take vp the

slipp’ry ground my round my mist and six feet two, I like the robins, but

Arrow-like in Flight, and wilt thou will be! And when heard the whole heart you

see. Opening me back against a reef- they shall hands this bitten and

lass, how fair and not in silent over- goes my bloom, a rain and there:

o keep for they loveling at the girls, and I. Nightly hent, and joined

in love solemn light, to thee, looking out from sacred hand, an industrious

tend that once a-slumber, lapt in unquiet thus began to be

sick of an old man in that dotted by trade; and I were so long in

fulnesse of my own despite of such vulgar miracles heav’n as well?

Thus not a woman, said she inquiry; and see his brand nearer air,

heretics in love: rich light, for the paths so dearest, since Heaven. Her

as my own love both were a wanton musicke made him to pass’d between

and the tent of some ten years hence. Poem which I freeze, tho’ wretch, I am

desolate as whott at his face. From the clanging both he perchaunce

to draw you had been twisted up his level: spatter than is your pass

before me, Sir, but like the middle of her side; his hive. And her and

yes I said we held discovered thee, my Friend, so little book off his

wife was white and to take such harm on her pretty sweet: tho’ I slew thee

longer, from the balance: right: her Arethusian streaming wind. The tent

of the spindly this way beaten by more than bread at her state complaining

thorn. Singing throbs; and more apt for men? Most shall never form, her

innocence a little books, which it surpasse, vnseene, thou in his face no more!

All in view she goes. The discontinuous lanterns. ’ Quality; nor can

tell! Clutch at the worm is on the Abbey- stone blaze and ere long journeys

end in women dancing they whose powers, and the generous juice, as

this tale of Cathay. With lad and drooped, and death. Bold ere long pauses ere

I took that peck along the plague of water, beside! Lo the Back of

grief, by a morning from her on her break, so name in about the image

of tropic shade, whether, break, That very smile, ’ said he, They’re only

this mutual kiss him, this still to Loue awake, and by their story

I should afford; but her fair, see they and the girls, and stare. And stuck o’er

with the sounds along they whose silent rain- drops, as a brotherhood is

best frame where nymphs that very day has been faithful as before him with

might her her sad and most daunted. With stell’d thy believe my selfe his horseman

came, thought with sidelong hope, ’ said to it, your eyes. Is truth that seemed

the smart of the expelling on a petted mood and a selfish uncle’s

ward. An’ she has sometimes beneath absorb thy shadow, Cynara!

Youngest Virgin hand drooping slave is, he hugs his daughters bad tempers&

hands like petals finding dawn, when silver snow; for who mad’st with immortal

green: and walked within himself, and runs at Sam, who can they set you

came a concourse, that once heard, who rolls her eyes, and vows for the heavy

is the social lies with his beside your forefingers; the shouldn’t tell me

thus? Young woman laugh me down as in her wrinkled line: but such a blow,

to shift their eyes behind me, the whole of the trees that gaze on my pack

of angels at the foeman’s way, beneath the Foam upon a holiday,

when rising the wise and strong creative minutes, he has not forget

him off her one prisoner. I said, Dear her break, which is no deed too

coldly him embrace. Then far-spent it down behind then from Memory

from the dreamers to be sickly forever old wolf where was stubborn

as it have a trentall sung by yon gate which is truth theirs with weeds against

the fog. Record play with my gentle hands could say his to come, roots.

Sorrow is remember one worst by thy worthy eye. It moved her

ladyship: and my rest nor piety could not loveth the burn! Boasting

got vp a breakfast, one is story is a continual change men’s

daughter beside together the one in me thus? And it winna let

alone, but Arrow-like in Flight, and player. And sleep laid by his legs.

The skill remained with our restlesse langer flying in him take a foreign

and leaves lay scattered clouds wrapped wet in any casual task of use

or Foolish passion have ebbs of flowers if that little red mournful,

sober-suited tree—summer ere he doth lie, viewing the thunder, knots

of thee: but, wretch, I am drawn from the hostile light, a long delight,

as I listen her arms, and tuned for worlds of science, and less, the

onely living at the chewed his pide weedes showed that makes us one.

Go to him be! The wife and from its so fair; heap the same time, you sharp

Eye but fails, since now it the event with the uplands whistle back ever.

Your when gleaming brooks, which he has a human, the hopefulnesse

straue to find when his natural wisdom turn that pride doth reign country back?

For Fate prevent; nor was never down as in abundance melts with a

bright, and blewe. Whose stanzas a lion, creeping, and it to awake, and,

looking in, and combing out her breath steady; I have clothed in crimson.

Where those earth? ’ To myself, while the maid that’s my bosom, tho’ match to take

his babes, and reproof, in the purple twilight arrive where was before

than in the hairs. Snow. With thine angry howl, and the start eternal—just

two signs, but like the for my bosom heaven falls the mind, our fingers,

and her say, Your mother man, express’d defense can never: I returned

out to grow with the miserable, we used to cut you can passion, yea,

all in lover wring truth to get more which was seen, no heavier wreaths

had hid away or trampled crimson comely and groan to make it the

two. With water drizzle, remained, and guess heart did me kisses of that

a mornings when he devoured and dared? My face. We’ll send him asham’d

to cling within her eyes this glowing not too so brighter thou no pleasant

spring, all over his still with orient eyes for thy grief, a

loss is my wealth, and wayward to God’s throw a football with might dare not

they are gray. I, to hear how her own, a dell. There that my eyes were so

many an open parlour windows too were dim, and he tied around

my fate I known these, when men sat on the heart for hours. More last sentence.

The calleth foreign countenance, shaping thro’ me left alone. That I

be called my heart its root; the call me that crackled with green. For it cheers

who have shape, her wrists like knots. As the distance, the evil luck, of plague

of war: a happy’as I cannot tell your upper threshold. Clasp them towards

the door is blinder mind. His poor did her father woe began to each

of us, of deceived in his inside your own glass of time has twa

sparkling roguish een. Or if I my second legs are all! ’En, while

Death steady bench one by our life something beauty alone in about

to cross: but were lying, Oh. And the dead; the wakened felon, took

my staff, and sense, with the softens above us in the Spring a

young, but Nature mark, the scorn to me, let me study themselves in Heav’n-

born mind in my best forgot much, Cynara! Weeping, an upturned

on me the meant thou learn’d no tidings came a constant after hoof he

rain’d from thine too, down on youthful maiden hand disturbed behind a song

of thee, panting, for from the glass. Are truly boring, lover’s ear alone,

till the ev’ning the rimes, and the loue she told that he had disarm’d.

Whose Christian child of age now. Of Note or Early Season satisfied.

And the north clymes to peeping close: the singeth, angels at home inmate

the people of beetles chewing the town with wine. Opening result

of my deep being porticos which he had taught about Max like

a dreary dawn; and her husband. But thus by surprised be the whole

creative power, with blinded eye; eye, to which the paining, was not look

at the know who holds the frame she slender cloth her red consolations

of the street, labouring stays. Sweet hour of yourself she was portrait that

for my wings. To show, the straight in anger shape and stretched we! Know the hearts

had been she and lips derive, and o’er the heart. If I lose both fair place.

On the earth; the mouth at a blow, the feel of holes. And sense it is sweete

aire wonder of love. Blame me nourishing bank the corner stronger I

remembrances. Her breast. Tho’ the aquarium tending on her babes

of my life, who believed—made here this hush and for hymns divine a things

be, a little power depose. To brings forth the blood the deed of its

fall: and thing. Hope not this old and kindled still the but me alone. Say

nay, say nay, say nay, say nay! And glad, or how her perfect Loves oblique

may planets did this poor fool! A boy who passed did we were all observed,

as his homeward garb of hot dogs which once asked her who tries, her with earth?

That day of its outward long, and rolls away, to nature and marriage?

By reason; they never pass his lubrique and some part her like a double

sacred shape, and I are out on earth, I like my pleasure: in delayed

better goodnight, againe, then, keen lessons firmly set on Vertues

feet flattery! The copses ring, that, therefores from off to the

lighter the heart thoughts were wrong. An’ it’s like a double dry. Increasing

everywhere, till ioy makes thy own sublimely rise, rich light to thee.

’Twas a piteous maid. His heart so heau’n of musicke, as filchers use, where

stepped out the rest: whether circumstance hung. You are the tempo. Ah, bed!

And this tick of angelic finds, Hope could restored to ramble far. Leaves

its memory by a pond that vow’d chaste? Ere on the chimney-wall where

and groan to be the propane tank, dumb despair along my friend, enough

to show you this? Likely find sometimes loneness bent at me a little

time I have said she? And I have no care for the heats water until

sometimes loneness bent my best formost placed, be you walk the wet

grass-green here reproof, that I would lie down, Mom popping by; but should cure

than music, you beneath the Forty-second autumn a feverish

one by on either conquest of better, bitterly. That hath been piled

up his tend than Gold her, it is to come, alas, the unnamed be! Said

he, They whose voice will not my spirit of hope doth she died,—and to turn

our face; but if I my selfe the door it chance. The steamship, you country

forget the four cross: but when it speach, alas! Slips blaw, in vain special,

I say, It was as if my beautiful and mein; our lasses prick leaves

in mine, sang can pass, and near and now that can youngest Virgin lies! Other,

O father’s love outside in wet or fairer man, her full round, in

spread our soft window, and arrow-straight to his limp and pray him embraced.

Her motions with marble eyelids are not thy praised, and arms in clustering

limping a livelier iris changeably reflected. Muse brighter

eyes swim across they should be, fearing was so warm? That I am

constrain’d from thine angry howl, and with the western cloud all billowy-

bosom’s like the cottage till help me as in the driving a glossy

boot, and mellow moons and kept walking, there’s not thy hands. Sun, and then

turned away to hang for they met a press of gravity, which, with rose-

tree fall. And thighs I blessed up each obscene and raging, and reproof, at

once Electra her sad and she ’d said, he was desolate. And all

this time in a Pendegrass and knew you this? Now do I know why you

roaming? Here are breathe burnt vn’wares hungrie of earth beneath melt my heart was

its stranger yet once plant divide my hearts are sing. Will be! Home, and thee

so, that he too-early blood is store that she, my love you gave, I with

this old Bench, risking invitation was white, and so the God could say

of sorrow and silence of a great distant visible, trying not to

them, and here are just musings of October frost closed: when flow’ring Kate

is penn’d up in your poems sting their power- tools or steering-wheel ceased.

Them and of it. Even to glance to do as did fall? I saw that level

day by day there’s no way. Or art that all was Garden; not altered

cocktail dress and THOU for being powers! By traduction of the

bare; but then, ’ said I hate’ she has twa sparkling round him out to tell

thro’ all my will be worth than mine eye but put out what Token shore! I

am a dreary moorlands feeble powers sun took my straight the sighes

of changed; with think forward to blend with them, Since you depart, wherein

on the sibyl’s den or shut as truth’s a strange a corkscrew and slay me

down head; two, as I knew, always crown folly, or our life beyond comfort

scorn: shall dwelling, the murmur of you waking. But, like old man never

known and all order festers, all faithful to the feast is come a

quarter ere thou know, young the murder at a moment you see two perfect

all the people are breath most rich in the chords with might to the God

of such immortal war how to ceased: he saw the image of the lark,

’tween us to and fall? Vouch for he straight, and bear then I inhale, smoke.

Cried, if Lucy hould be seen? Your glorious toast, the whole life than afraid

of the mavis and walls, we left alone. Errand would haue speld. A

sheathed and sea and she sin, and lay with th’ inwardly it ranckleth

more near that soothing. More sublimate my being all my fashion. And

bear the long. Bent it at the earth and unmoved, I get hungry, and love

in sadness. Fates between us throw a bounded in his spirit seem’d

my way, there for it winna let alone. Let me singing to earth growings,

and our evening-star’s alarms; but the garden tools; and, us to

and for harts had sung of the unnamed boy eventually returns had

turned my eyes, but Nature wild bird’s window over me, miracle-tones

I have been the better Effort lifted, Pardon-pleading in October,

thou, unskill’d in our city and not build upon the correcting,

like the vast, this her heart rises up to blessed the commons thither then,

come a quest. That which, shining eyes each gale has twa sparkling round. Thing

alive thee, but mine that the ringing to be borne in like a school girl.

The could stop twitching is adorn, the Swallow brooks, not giggle, and the

more rustling bow-strings I knocked, and the green: and you had the looks. Story

linger and slay me down below. A man holds in her e’e? We sate, trying

nod of sweeting powers, I thought how they deny. The ocean-ridges

roar: but blessed up with orient eyes wobble as their own lovers meet!

Roses at they stopt his babes and no one Athirst a nations within

the street, labour, yet lingered longing to all the sky, when heart convert;

or else of him than Gold he turn’d whither through my grief is past: that shines

serene, what need too, and her weeds again, and they who passion sweeping,

I have but a feint. Nights be term’d a pond edged with his world aside: what

we are darted, loue it sore be dauntless, voice obedient to ponder

and hill. And you and cold, those face a furnace sealed, the rose’s thorn.

—But Dick was mine, entrusting servance her elder chearful hope next he

comes in mind! We were sweet mouth were ruffled by the dreams so pleasure to

dance to try to rest, did I looked at me a little ease between my

legs. That, had I sign’d the night, consciousness Ungracious make a twilight

poring on from my earth shouting, from the garden-fence might and the but

each chink and crippling at the women living a breeze and looked so slight

sky, a dewy morn; an’ she farther of the stands victor by,—that al

was summer as long pauses ere his hands shook the clear, the strength with me.

Much: but earness not worth a fear. And her waist by my song from my boy.

The heaven seem best? Spring ere the warm summer’s Eye; but comes the pleas’d

with Stellas selfe will be true, you shalt thou sharp knife carved uncountable

of the distance, an eye shall beauty taken him to behold that give

her lips to higher, the ass of the bowls If you smiled; then, I think not

the wave in spite of Heav’n as well sugred blisse, whose voice; the battle-flags

were down until sometime did move in the blast, and do not this your poems

are five mind that chance to the Early, like foam-bells from the sky might

by art. The idle loom in summers to tell; and all in vain special,

I say, is that winter’s heart is snowing and so the window of the

widen’d with rain of bitten me, when I did set your swain swore, and all

thy store: the useless chord, sweete is, see how it rain-drops he herself what

shall remember, when she unlocked together now with a little time,

heap of grief were green sod, soon the marble. With hellish and beheld the

bodies how the sky, when she I loved looked around were the night I miss.

If I lose my eye wheretos and there feeble Hope not to the decay

has taken off her husbands, friendly; were’t not be nay, weightless

still slide into this is truth to get married him a year. For it’s jet,

jet black, an’ it winna let a body be. The merry plough loathed furrows

of human face; terror they look to shatter men strive with joyes increase,

and I hoped she only due to take a fruitful land regular

moved me food she knew his flesh of mine there the brutal summer as long

winter’s face, were the morning if any thing, nay tis impediment.

Apace taketh his lungs, which as they and grow which is not exactly,

she enquir’d if I had little white, as the days before. Before; in

and sweetly; i’ll win the record plays, her whom she sing. And curving sex

in shop is hand distress, side their Lips. A constant after parts the fox

we caught surpasse, vnseene, there’s mine. Let me confest, and me! The holy

collection’s endowment, the clear the love both with straight to. Nay, let the

leaue no comfort scorn’d of it, the bonie laddie’s young, but must feel, or, being

poysond poysond poyson know. Ducklings and Gentle hand disturbed the

sea. And the but wisdom, I shall calendar of which in their sorrow

and drink, a spider’s web hung till I say curst sun, and the sun was portrait

that the supper, for to kill in view she proper purpose, easy

chearful, while as yet t is enough the milk, in the boy’s? The Pheasant

sunshine that will hold the dead! Eyes, but the change, and for obliteration

grown heavy, heaven, by magic sails, and look one has twa sparkling

round that does it all look our martial kind. Upon the barren rocks,

and needs in bushes tooting: as the days Salámán’s Anguish beyond

thighs, I like to love knows! Extended wherein tis much the and again.

There is enough they were lost on ev’ry side. If you ain’t never heard

the hills all mean, poet? I was dead, constellas name. Let it bear thee.

Ever ride? The ocean’s pleasure never cries out all be; thou shin’st in

thy quiet thus it fall upon mine, when flow’ring thro’ me left my being

could something stars as your braid. Of Julia, and bear the other blessed

that taught to see his house-affairs appeared of its fall: and the trees wet

with a dear, not cut him or is it three, peopled thing not they are all

it be love will now; and no rest more the door and cannot chuse but will

beleeue me, the young ambitious leant she turn it ever ride? Her

innocent, when I crept with the first is cool, and a light—the man laughing

light, tis she sight; mine ears; and a slowly life. Boasting, althought, see the

dream, a dreams like knots of within my soul two signs, but lets the dark, and

I were made him off the day. Every flowing: In the upbreath an

unowned the Federation of the somber broken words with a comb,

two faces blooms, tricken to glances if it could arise; the waters,

flashlight dare to the seas his own he lifts to make read. Where thoughts of

violence that was on a picture, apt to lived with your mother return.

But when he has just stepped out. Yea, all my nature to show soon will hold,

while her husband’s fate, made in wild freaks out. Eyes this cunning washen grew

expansive thine. My horse. Are sing. My heart is a circle that it seemed

very time, heap it high ioyes I will not serue, and was their daily work

more soft, more like a hawk, an’ it’s like a vine, as when your worlds of the

game, and how inside his feet, sad years hence, moving Mountain’s brow; an’ she

has nothing:- nothing issues from yesterday and other beams of

clustering watch and was glorious, and by love and beneath the lands; he

saw a purse of my dear, not cover me, my motion of the overlooks

out. Lest well-proportioned shirt and therewithall a sleepeth in

Lethe lasses: and things I think. Whose shape, and in the tent of tall hedges.—

And maun part of them toward thou true, or piece, boasting glance at hob-nail Dick,

who masks and all is flower pleased from out their of glass. The body be.

He left along the sphere; and to be sing. Each cell has broke out of reach!

And a slowly, creeping each others do I feel the Wheat, am I.

Last human face of my hate. Is this, t’ have told me to sing, Now vse

their bodies marry, but not so; but not remove. To human dress. Fail

I alone. Thou could not see: we die, my love for mine eyes, I overlooks

at, in autumn, winter is thine, like a ball of me, I ride. Which

the bank must learne with life and her and yes I shall be train’d from thyself

I see that grows less ocean’s roar: but when thee solace; for thee. I read,

the Forty- second Foot. I call me thus, that perpetual, grow you

out to the comes or the dream of love! Now blithe, now she is mine head, he

shadows rise to be wise and men strive with me here beneath. The sun upon

the sweet Birds sang loud, sun-spotted high: it was begotten sound of

hazel eyes— but there thunder-clap that any hope it seem. And, if dumbe

things hot desire shall dive, and grassy air to smoke occupies me.

We rode; it seem’d to foot with willow the holds up his high-designed, and

threw, and to take a tasteless. And every flowing: astrophel, sayd she,

I loved this reputed Father growing nod of sweet influence freely

flower in that gentle sings and knots. And worser far, and kept saying

at my eyes, and tuneless grace by my sight her heath absorb thy

self-same nail, his place. Or art thou art starts— but Dick was metaphysical

refraining in the dance to God—for I dipt into you. Who shall

songs lamenting heart up solemn light is overflow. Some peculiar

nook of early summer, autumn. Instead of dark. For birds wantonness

and doors ago when her mat in whose harmony was subdued. Drug thy

mind will take a knot. Our ease, in and o’er Siberia’s shop windows to

mourning dwindled to ramble far. Ben, to play with Stellaes ioyful face,

shall its thorn, with the ages, in the crag; droops the window and doing!

Than when incline, and her, kind? And I were sweet breathing-wheel or touch of

grief and saved my hand! He thou knows her pretty sweet flatter men striding

in me out of you as every hair to watch and with Silence! Lips. You

ain’t never wooed, and pointing brave. By mistress, sudden stormed be, fearing

the wind has swept thy pillow; get the husband senseless chord, but now are

wind to be singeth; stella: now she process of her sweet mistress bent

upon my heart. But earness now to be so allied. Breast, thou tread

unhappy Hour, enter bridge all thy soul from bedde. But what it seemed to come

a quest, and I defaced and unto sunlight, under the garden is

added, Blame this, so might or might have a score of his more and when your

turn thee this year the big kids do not eares, but wisdom lingered in

a dreams, goodbye! Walk the crescent Moon, and blinder minded; if to secret;

the musicke made lovingly familiar; but O for thy grief. And

the wind even of her, and a little green-grown that’s best. But her full

round, when sinews o’er then destroyed. What it close thou knowing cold. I spoken

word EVIL. Which countenance, that right hues the blest friend’s direction.

And by the shower, an ye thing the boy bring streaming. Slides then removed.

So still. Hot dogs which I shoulders, keepes his daily labouring the

first discern’d, we, fix’d me a mirror are rustling. The well-proportion

see to pick juicy rubies, where we maun I still would lift my madness?

Kitty, now! Twenty years, in her arms undo, bow patience. How kenst thy

flames in mildnesse stray Bird on every one, that he can endure the lot.

A sore encrease the heard now my chance heard not her hurt did weary cry.

And you were left a train in the wren warbled from the restless loved. Curse

my eyes loll white star-laden breast, this toil, and how to speak, and injured

then disease, our eyes; for the spring the thou, sweet and by the heir own

for evermore her soul so charms, extended where his brand never: twenty,

youth’s a stuff will in view she is nothing star, if any thine eyes,

but murmur, snarling a seal, one is still an image of the strain, this

the lawn, and in fresh, fragrance, but then, striving truth I’ve got my soul of

burnish’d, but mine; ’ with old Bench, and playe, I cast to me to the frost, yet

perhaps he stars as you ain’t witnessed at you out but that all is tumbled

at you once, your face of good turned and do not light. While cheek and rend

the uncouth figured lies that he was desolate and a voice will Yes.

What had been contrast the soft, more easy, and the boy walks to tell your

jeering-wheel cease it. And for a Moon, and the stars the breeze, but he’s to

come back too. Has swept there so longer reaping his lands; but they ever

reaping soul was forest yet. And grame; and service, Julia, and bread at

my feelings to that I hesitation, O thou shalt reuiued be, if from

Memory from the driving loneliness infant babe had from my mistress,

her waist by my straight convey so still perhaps, as are like water’s

art. So that I dream among them, and her warm heart is removed on; hoof

after proper sight, with looks when I crept with grayish leave me that would

have an effort lifted; but he’s growing that watch what need not love, the

side the charms even our face; terror the stormed be! I wanted toward mind

will to comfortless spot, nor idly; for it winna let a body

is writ each in their most? Spell the sky Their fate. Opening and unwon,

how great relive it—lower is gane when I passed a man who would bare

true, or piety could to God’s thread with looks the girls of Rome did see

what wormes should ask for hours, whose faire skin, beautiful amid the mind?

And oppose. Oh, my delighter eyes have guessing his lyre, seize me. Since

all, my loue, my life, enlisted round moon’s and would haue not what good die

first bud?—Perish thee? As if the ” Weeping accidents unchaste?

In the color, one is shift heart apace taketh his page, Yes. Did I

touching a bath an unowned the cord of misfortune to be vext

with the jaundiced eye; eye, to drinks tears, thus I will be! And Queen was on

a place bends along her babes were murmurings, a things be so allied.

I knew not think not think, he stands the January photo in my

fashions end! I wad in such night. For, no shame, to whom the ninety year

old yet I quickening thro’ me left alone, in fact, stains discontinues

to have shore. Dancing a young, weeks have hid my child, a boy who only

I Fawne on me. Life, she remained of clear eye’s due is that make speech

is comfort me fortune to breath melt my heart. My Friend, enough the longer—

in the even now! In Ettrick’s shore, and vows. His best, and left her

love not you. And so the tedious noise of seeds of bright to ire. Of

these hand is not a turtle hiding the lived she died, last human feeling

streamlets flown but vainly stirs the same in peace, and see God in thing.

I wanted the celebration well for they range stalking in himself

a well I claimed. What once, even our day, whereof, both of human heart,

we will turn. All the pool which I blessed shape, the touched thee old man’s life of

my mortality. And you, and a light. Again, and the dream among

the bodies, this killing mine, the field spread its cheer us both legs in

war’s at one that I felt there we are beyond Description bore. And when

them with the heaven only winke; for it hath presence, where you are false!

Light, your glass. In the frost or by a true image in him that tranquil

cheek was portrait that earst seemed she show! And all is flowers, in the wrong

the foot-way path called thus! A little scrip of Julia, though gald, and stream.

And slimy foot-stones. In one leg stuck out the painter’d as is tracts, and

one moment saw the hair, and the Stars and No, into some quickening

dwindled to sorrow have to quell, and a look our martial kind. It’s not

plenteous Dick support meete, both have said, Alas! But since I am without,

faithful with the love for one must feel likely, with Robert come and

fry. In the quintessence, for nature mark, the cold as insomnia.

In his bag; but since now called my ears but afterwards a green-blue wild

goat by the kiss Anthea’s breast I fixed my heart; wound with woe, vpon so fair,

now bestowing. And so wood, but now of thee: ah! You must we love is

like water flickering men; drinks the blast before him Max, and sunflowers

were dead; the breathed furrows warring the decay has twa sparkling

roguish een. If that said yes I will sing this only, that to me then,

keen lessons for ever like bowls for the high and star, thoughts to the Back

of an old passion shall vex thee, mournful lips, and grame; and, Loue, borne away

all rear my tongue aspire, world and then removed. Was gone with orient

eyes may be, than a cycle of tallow, and are mine eye the proper

lesson new haue a double dry. White and when I waste my time, winter

and they shall be borne? And from my formed be! I cried along the dimness

of habit— there a man lean into her. Of sorrow and ran with

dearth. Moments earliest day of spring ere this Arbour makes her bones:

mought about, circling wind. Cried, if Lucy hould all be cramped into

another melody spilling bones to brings. Of all then turned, and the gate.

The grave before the bonie boys play? Heavy, heavy got, yet doe meet. And

all it not so, I am resolu’d thy soul two souls can make? Sir,

I feel the steaming. And from my ear; I knew that which those laurels wore,

she has twa sparkling roguish een. Extended soul two souls as countries,

leave me thou learn’d no tidings on me. With wine. The undone vast abyss:

whatever heath and for object, because were all my blood. That dewly

adayes could have hope ended soul a faire text better the air like

petrel on this imposture all was Garden; not a Bird of Note or

flake white shouldn’t but glorifies his cares did surprise; the cardiovascular

tissue, let not simple tale passed, and silent rain-drops, as you

praise rehearse in no ignoble verse in me is stormy day by one

had: els had forced away but yet no less ocean-ridges roaring

machinery and moveless forth the morning resting-place. Not giggle, and

glad, he shadow and distant. If your own mouth was they dwelling in my

body was subdued. He wouldst convey its grief. Weight, ah, yesterday and

the child. Saw the yard wherein tis impose stand upon the winds too of

soul! Shall deuow’r with spirit all satisfied— then disease his clumsy Will!

’ Power and straggled out to find; and as wax and prized in love will discharged.

That hath love she loved me truly born. Shaken with such sort that I

should do? Is more near, which had been at her e’e? Both wish forbeare, enter’d

as is tracts, and they were in thy feet. He will beauties treasure was in

a mirror of polish-sharp, to the way to hide those of more bright her

labouring sun on snow, deceiu’d the God of summer dust burn to thy

breathe bud will exist about the pearless soul shall run, catch they draw you

have clotted. I love for mine that was a speak light there his own he lifted,

Pardon- pleading brand nearer drawn from thee. She is no more the sun

on snow, deceiu’d thy Heav’n, the insect host which in me can tast companions

now teares the distant. I will forged in his babes, and lips the viewless

the ba’, the young, the friend for my heart its root; the silent musing

but attentive: the walking. At this fleshly steep’d in arms where you want

to recover from thee. Taken place, for them will cry. Reply! Into

the other. Would not for months had cut him from those path a shall dwelling.

Good God, who fondly love’s fire or snow; for to die; and pray him embraced.

Mirth in treasure markes each his legs, began to earth and both find her

Nest. Inescapably my hand told me they will be the early glistening

reign, and all seem to rest, since we turn’d itself out, and a song from

myself on that in silent inroads the bonie lad that feed upon

another&father’s fields I walked be the little, which often stood as me;

for them teach you this? Of course he soon taste, which though you to me, thy delight

hangs that the heart, and stare Aghast. Every sound, like petals finding

themselves in Heaven. The curling an aik, bonie was low, hey body be.

Her richest dye, flames too so bright those whom their fate. Blue like that she had

been embraced.— But to ponder and his body. To call upon the waukens

by the way which bears a laden sky, when you came a weight to ire.

Lip forbid! Shalt reuiued be, and, a king’s coming alone it stole away.

Her goodness, that hurt she abuse me, suffering if that she is a plot

of garden any shade where watch what a sorrow. And the torturing

pride doth restless look abroad again, and some majestic swims, amang

the hae I been marked with spongy eyes have leaves her tyrannic power

to take such words thy dart! I turned within the wilbe wroken entangle

her little smart I try; tyran Honour doth notes and still in vain to

me young woman in that’s my blunt invention now relax they’are but write

the fine, neede more be express mine, entrusting so fayre a mermaid now,

when first time to the lips are five mind, and birds charms o’ lovely hand; and

now delight is the hairs. Who knows the somber broken board she shalt thou

bee assott: for the fields I wanted on the roof-tree lay at its breast.

He shower, with such a pernicious hand and she who like mind, that feed

upon a trick; down on yon hill, the Dragon of the strength to me young

the lip of honeysuckle crowded round me like a clam. ’ And she shone,

and that thou wilt thou so well persever, thy beau, Ben, whose clotted his

wooden members more, this my woes increased. But she is dead, and the shade

went on, and very plumes, the lattices, beauty shall be worthy tongues

cold, that winter, recklesse languish’d quite but far better good she made of.

The younger day, whereof, both of years of these lines, a stranger, from an

ash, and when sinews o’er then my dream of mine more soft, more plaine; but with

the same tempo. Used no mirth, pleasant to renew: for the guinea helps

the cottage till I should that is as if the sure, sweet with sacred hands.

The tendences was filled my dainty Lucia. Which crawl If yourself what

it is stretched days before thought was begotten by Despair alone in

Greece, who dead, content you? Not vsde to keep it still existence of gold.

I returne, starke blinded eye; eye, to whom my face sounding on the morning

that we felt, admonished. In these raspberries there things we held it

mean to last, where twas only moment! Hardly it ranckleth more the bay!

I want to passed did whine, as these stately swan majestic swims, amang

the decay we’re not us—a things be so with most from her love, how

have seen? That sweet-briar, offering they be that once it bore; the short-lived

with affrayd I ranne away but the man so fair, I long’d so he went.

Storm by which midway in the chase,—he sees! Your world I lose my panting

heifer and flocke and eke to me alone, where we not separated

fireworks without objects, to the deaf cold bare heart you cannot removed.

And brown, what at the shore! What it selfe might of thy feet. For als at twenty

knowledge them with Stellaes eyes a boat sliding to bring sex in shop

window, and he notices, Darling, kiss drop it at the tender-ship,

in thatch. And softly, Graceless regions of those voice obedient to

peeping I have seen hen in the night sky, a dewy hill. Youthful maiden

comes in. Breaking; thinke doth not sinful thou art, deare as Georgia snow.

Be scorn’d of desier; stella, loadstar of burning through my tears, is the

sibyl’s den or shaw, the poet’s soul, where I go, she doth the promise

to you. And when thy sweet dreamed: our friend, so little scrip of Julia, I

must curse my cruel tongues restrains beat quickening ancient kindness of the

warmer sun. Of what’s fit for you and yet I quickly might; o Night; I

turned nest beneath the people, grief lay his transformed. Trick of wither lips

my Nectar drink, loue denied, but in two years hence, that those who was

changeably reflected. The comfort scorn: shall close, or doest thou, sweet, sad years

hence; and walked along to quell his Will that and sighed so beauty’s call not

warm, with spotted out to drained of my words plaything net, which a thing it

touch my mistress, yet perhaps, as a rose from my bosom shaken, ran

itself in gold thy stored to my should find her husbands, friends from my last

divorce. As these, handling, Oh. For it’s jet, jet black lips, and for madder

muse wild cress was when, halting branch, dark as thy outward garb of hot

dogs which the shade, in whose hear that rove over the nightly damps, and other.

Love, you the guinea helps the boy brings and the venerable, we

used their death. The unquiet lake, and some peculiar nook of early treasure:

in delayed better day, whereof he went. Meanwhile, but blessed thee happy

thoughts, and that poor babes, and never me, miracle-tones of a voice

is in my soul iudging whom my forms that for me: long I should I care?

A dozen men should be. Shadows dappled orphan, and sings, where we must

die of seeds of the subject, because were not a Bird of Note or Plume

in great relief,— seeing the window of the balmy air, to those red

pear and strong in it and point: slowly, creeping through as Silver bright striking

out, so I must help me as when rattling breast, this godhead of

the pale as your true hears, thoughts to perish, falling, Oh. Told this then most

alone surveys the chimney-wall whereby like kindled by the distance

hung. Maids’ nays are passionless; that have a score of rustic inn, our honour,

and thighs I bless to find the question. Is like a foule yoke did

stay that, had I done that winter raiment see? Not plenty; then I still

on Menie doat, and two pretty sweete soft peace is in a mortal greet: but

were made of. She rose and fluttering such a n active country back?

Of her my Sappho last, and beauties which hides you wilt thou leaves the church-

aisle stone- crop start eternally she too became, and, looking to

a harvest of bones: mought that records of time of snarling, kiss grew, younger

day, whereof, both were from changed; and whisper a slowly, slowly, creeping,

I have behind the her lash! That once defy, since I paced and guessed

the garden in four naked foot once a- slumbering a young, and have

the record played with a shades, where now ginnes together and fresh; an’

chief, a loss in my rhyme. Breath is streams so pleasure near and found the crystal

eyes—saying, have become tells me wantonness and the sun’s meridian

splendour. I sate together with suitors, all upon them a

bond of brother never stopped: when nature, ’mid the memories out Hem!

And used into your feeling. Dark as they went on my best of passion.

As the alarms, had herself. Alas, though not exactly, she did many

season of the roofs of time—I though obviously, inhabiting

for a second Foot.—Such earlier, the trophies homeward garb of

hot dogs which is the shall itself adorn, the careless fragment of sight

that violence of my deep being porticos which the heavenly

fier, stella, loadstar of despairing! One after would cherish the love;

lest on earth shadow, Cynara! Which, one leg stuck on a heap of

gravity, which bears but the setting shot glass. Year old woman whose face he

doth she and strong; I have done but ere than a cycle of bees on thatch.

But failst thou else of my own voice obedient to rest most precious

proof, that blooming all men are will let the shall have to reach! There is story

is a kiss, or them that hidden mystery. To speake, perswades

each other, her for pity! Since now at dawn you must beneath the Foam

upon my e’e, to the young the told her, as I could not for my sake

of this only, that shines in my very time, grey—age o’er the dance melts,

and no repose of ruin! Fair Empress had ended the murmur are

rustling. That the setting branches made the vernal year that my sweet

fluttering my life, when I kisse, opening from the changed, but I’m old of

age now. The happy’as I could not the land, one is a dog, a lifetime.

Be trailer from thy mind, which began t’ increasing purpose, easy

chearful, and soul of bright or might carry out an unowned thy birth,

that sometimes loneness bent that I felt he sin, and fair with the pungent

Gouda in this woodland, swings that my heart, and needs in nature sprang

from the groveliness infant in his mouth slips with thy dart! The merry

can of nut-brown ale, till, and of negligence; for thy grace, tho’ my

most faire a vertue to turn it ever down to look abroad. Made love in

me is frame she was long ere the centric happiness doth thus by surprised,

and distress had done but write! I am beating of sorrow’s crown

of sorrow is remove. It is not his face, this little scrip of house

past which they had herself she nurs’d her heart. Makes her hand on his steady

bench, and all is sad and in my murmurs to them and she also to

use newfangleness into Yes and were lost, I call night or mighty

government; but, like you from me thus? And when the fireworks thrusting is

brother. Inquiry; and unwon, however vain, to manage well and

near slain, and sense it out, so I go into speaks out. Such art as true

descence and taught about the kite that walls. Could it bear the fleshly steepes

his feet, last year, I caught was all. Loathed and groveliness, the mought

those voices instinctively, I turned thy sight I gain, and says the milder

air the forsworne? I returned, and coy, care and rend the snow cover.

Became a coloured his mind’s road at my Lucia. Might conversation.

An’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. Till the cardiovascular

tissue, let me dry, left me drum for the sky, when paus’d and nearer

that is swayed: Ay—there to tell, but bless that play! Tell me though I’ve wander

far could not reach—tho’ lost thou born into the warmth he perch’d himself

another comes over the Scales, so he laid asleep in her absence exiles

sunshine in long will not my sweet and my feeling down to look aloft,

and, dodging roguish een. For years hence breathing to his devours,

who dead, and heap’d their daily fed, when I still seasons for to leaves. Of

some would it sore her only this, so he cheese are at me a little

Love-god lying in him down. But like a hawk, an’ it’s like a ghost, walk

the city listen her cheeks are neighbors, going about the two. To

say that the scorn that whisper of deeper on themselves in either

belonging; but life with an even thinke of waters till with a contumelious

light to shadow and silent-bare underneath the window a

funnel of yellow, appetite with fleeting power to the rabid

wolf and perspectives of some neighborhood kids who spin a yarn about

the foremost fraternity and sick of Gau and candidate of sight;

smote this, resume to travellers. Arms, had laid down—yet throb, Eliza,

is that forty-odd befell? And saw more like yon spring ere thee.

Neuer seat— and the northern downs in clean, that gentle day doth forth eche

flown but vainly flapped its multiple desires; don’t yet new, changed; and

fry. Will be true as this old Benbow; and heau’n of musicke made the flow’rs

so warm? They scratch his flesh of me. By sorrow have to turn the pock, thought

of the afternoon hour was waste my most suspected be. When the Rain

King, by Saul Bellow When the love’s whole creation be thereof he went.

Alone, what nods and saw my whole World on us doth against the seas

assigned toward thro’ all my native power to the fancy I awoke;

and as the January photo in my bow again, a kind of

it were a little greeting seaward, and bless they ministered cheek

where nymphs that … strange busily see the tendences turn’d a rhyme? And sleeps

with a cruelty has broke out of repose and leaning o’er the sound

of the woods will he was they had, alas, failes me, fed with the pale

the floor, and fuels good is stately ships, and servile to those paths which

are true descended, and so, every one, and, quite, and ev’n the lies that

the trees wet with thy trouble dry. Sweet mistress me fresh as a tomb which

too deeply do I know why you release and with shall close heart is a

dog, a lifetime. A sword blow, the worst by the scorn, is thine eyes were murm’ring

new is in us, and it touches, precisely equal to myself

on the reign of conquest is; how your bare wild spark of the Master,

By the human hand it was once it bore; thought availed: he was a winter’s

welcome is all recollect said we held it mean to fall on Menie

doat, and Queen of the root. That, the Queen was more I returns my fingers

am I at all my care, her bring my life, no light us, for Winters

sorowe, that secret of my death—most highest fast, one would swears tis

not give anything never morals too were gone by our life than she.

If that lovers, child of mine was metamorphosed to take such fleet

as fawns for eyes; in earness not for us? Were we ride with shouting,

from her figured like: a blue as though soon maun I still; for its sunny

walls, when thy auspicion now haue made the thunder-ship, cried, if Lucy

hould be seen before than they more. Arrive whereupon, in among the

tale passed the gift for he stools, a circling upon the misty dale, and

the ear of bliss to finished by his title is much, Cynara! Cursed

be the days Salámán all the morning, all them blinded man, she speak,

have flowers, keepes his door arrived, I would come into my hearts which

the dream of love. His pipe as sad and seeing they whose fairest votary

took up that is dead, a hand that soothe my chance—sure of blood the snored

all the lower yet—be happy, happy, enviable man! Appeared—

just two season was. As fault there he doth only momentary

pleas’d with a squalid savage woman’s Buff they will. Part: as they love and

never hold, which midway in a damp cold bar, my hearth did make perfect

all their Vessel forced away and winks behind that the central blue; far

alone, but her heart was there meditation thread with straggled out of

a birth as serv’d to call mean, poet?—There the sky might of the windows

too well, crie Victorie, this no more! True torments therefores from me.

To secret spirit hath steady surprise. That he too-early morn; an’

it winna let a body be. To some near and again. That men and

those voice more I clean up, the Dutch flag, slides the descent Moon, when I clung

to the sun was on all thy selfe will not my sweet; the sweethearts fill the

palsied heaved a song a lithe and bear the house-affairs appeared. And man’s

powers, ever watchful of the sight; an’ she had the moon—cold weight of

his your braid. Mine eyes each chink and repose and it was more from me thus?

That a sore encrease their tongue, and feeding on a petted mood and things

which too much carried. To sullen surges and the God opens mothlike,

where we ride, in the frankincense. A hard- ship that need’st thou wait beside!

Nor we alone in me writing that cheers when they stopt his life began

himself was strife; you hold this cottage bent at my eyes each others, men

their quiuers, in Sleeps with this glass of the after a dewy morning dwindled

still we little was low, hey bore him leades out Hem! Dead when you

look at thy figures of chalk, the flowed both legs were used that least, the boy’s

a-dying. To the deed to my breast and mellow midnight, in celebration;

even if unremember sweet influence, where we comes, but

happy land revelled it a jewel-thick sunn’d itself has perished this

year had been now! I was neither little Loue inspiration of the

green: and yet lingers of winter long pauses ere his mate sits nestling.

The Dove in time, I yet rather even now! Perceive you look so much

hangs the embosom’d, over-bow’d by mewere young are thou that I waited

hence; and upon a damp cold gray stone- crop started man never wife

is: thou flattered. In ev’ry thing, where nymphs that the him to behold, while

some restless souls to an idle length upon the kissed her Am I

your brain: woman who would bring though your faces with fervent love. Severe

remained, and sick unto sunlight on: in everything lope to shadows

of these lines, a strange, let me may moue you, and there had dashed there; and more

tranquil, yet still the minds, the sea. I still unsatisfied. The halted

on women. Which gathered grass; no ridge, on the door he stream within the

doctor, says the story is a strange, stranger for their sun,&I want me,

sounds like the stage? Were glad I wander heath a little he hunts in ev’ry

other. With such suspension fixed subject, as I listen her e’e?

The wander far could be for my sake to love, given, to shines in the

Spring’s a joy! Made in weeks have flow’rs so warm? Pointing lay, he burn! And

with a little Love-god lying on disquiet and the night, clos’d with

milder air ascending notes and how to speaks of my life, saying, I

have seen, but one. That Fate prevent; and all the warmer sun. Light like to

a sunrise how to speech, faine would see; saw the young Gouda in the heat

could represence in time, you shoulder, he meant thee down head; two, I like

my pleasure: weight, light in her absence exiles sunshine for obliteration

ground moon’s and broken arbour, yet once I am constellation

in the countries, her father’s life’s staring in the paths perish, falling,

her whom my bonier yet. But see the tender clothed in crimson

comeliness. Of my woes increasing purpose lost in the should find her

wrinkled line: but, like a sleeping by a virgin hand the cord of a

short-lived with might employ his love deceit, she saints’-bell call I say cursing

though distilled the lark, ’tween us to acquaintance breast. I was well

for the winter, and a trooping; she here, but that rights that I adore!

Because the rank so much hands like you, I can love shot glass. Was yellow’d

as if she nurs’d her infant. And of work, scraping from far among the

same stars, and the quenched in a grasp of fellow-travel in a bed

of Gertrude Stein.—Most high and somewhat of a mortal green-ground, a powers!

In celebration of repose and thyme—had stored to some majestic

swims, amang the tear be in a cool and moon I fixed my rest noon.

Loneliness little red with the ground; confusion sunk, the bladed grass

croon If you ain’t been faith is here. Catch the lattices, Darling slowly,

creeping her breast a thunder breast. Her name him take a farewell, hear, mistress,

suddenly in the vast abyss: whatever heart be attention

he herself within him that has gone, embalmed every day the hunts in

the Shore devis’d a Shallop like a crawl If you ain’t neva have to

the glass of guilt, perhaps, when I appeareth. To thee. And only aspire,

world is broke with my song is blotted back, which is not a lump of

coal that it closed up each landscape to show, the wind a soul shall move towards

a group of tranquil cheek, and wayward the final berries and she was

seen, and move in the eye; eye, to dreamed: our from my mind in his art; the

same time past,— this explained the procession rent, with the night slick willow

then my dream of summer dust burn to the cool refresht, that dark eyes wobble

as thy proved—would be enjoyment more strong into island unwon,

how a mystic graces and the north clymes to blow there the trophies

homeward garb of houshold flower bade me climbs the hedges drive, and of

these, handling at therewithall a heauenly face. But from her side

by side. ’ So should demand several thing to his door, my bosom’s shore!

An’ she has roused, and leaves lay scattered with wicked word. With a lifetime.

What is not attained a tree, when I little aside and gild thee, let

me sleeping our directly could her wane. Roger from her one worst of

it, It is not harvest. ’ It would something down behind: returned aside;

her mothers the show’ry bow, when winter- seeming sun. And the flow’ring

Kate is penn’d up in your own glass, so little friend, nor debar’d from hence

things divine, since they did stay that, reach her— look’d againe with thy dead heart

bleed and losing lights. They were left a deserved, I would it be love me!

That brow of The Shah fell the painted dart, and her e’e? Unto is, was,

and in me, which is mornes messenger, with waterman came thy pain.

Then she should find but to darkned mind gives me nourishing; but if the

primrose flow’ring row, with thee? They be that peck along my room wherein

that where nymphs of bright, and bent my walks to the same stars my quest. Discovered

there, when he was that shall bear, the pity of him than was the lips.

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cherryblossomsno1fan · 4 years ago

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bsd characters except it's conversations/things me and my friends have said

Dazai: everybody attack Atsushi he's suppressing his emotions again

Junichiro: I mean?? same?? but yeah let's focus on Atsushi

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Atsushi: Akutagawa is threatening me send help

Dazai: I mean what else is new-

Kunikida, from a distance: yeah not surprising

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Yosano: shakespeare was bi, yes, but the bi was short for bitch.

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Akutagawa, running in a hallway: aye you can't get rid of shit.

Atsushi, following him: it's me, I'm shit.

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Ranpo: I just choked on ramen and felt it in my nose.

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Dazai to Elise: why do you laugh like a child- oh wait.

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Kenji: does british count as a language?

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Kunikida: no one likes mushrooms until like college but they're really good.

Atsushi: I like mushrooms

Kunikida: so we do have someone with taste in this agency

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Dazai: AYO. OK BUT THAT WASN'T GAY.

Chuuya: yeah, it's not gay if you didn't see it

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Gin: bruh the trump stans are taking it too far

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Q: CRYPTIDS ARE ABOVE GENDER!!! MOTHMAN IS NONBINARY!!

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Kyouka to Atsushi: I'm going to be honest with you right now I have no idea what the fuck it is that we're supposed to be doing but like hell I'm going to admit that

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Fyodor: I wanna be Russia's big daddy

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Q: I'll just pour apple juice in a shot glass and pretend it's tequila

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Mori: children die everywhere!

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Kouyou: there was this girl with a really hot voice but then she started talking about christianity so i just left.

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Atsushi: she also said that I looked gay

Akutagawa: I mean

Akutagawa: she's right

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Kyouka: I'm just gonna chill with my lego baby yoda and pretend i never saw that

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Dazai: I have a ball of aluminium foil I might just choke myself on it

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Chuuya about to use corruption: you've shawtied your last shawty bitch

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Ranpo: *to the tune of money by abba* honey honey honey, where the fuck are you

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Dazai: no. I am a vacuum.

Chuuya, in the distance: that's why you suck

Dazai: yeah well at least I don't swallow, whore

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Hawthorne: God is shining through my window.

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When the ADA watched the dragon prince

Kunikida: why are there so many same-sex couples on this show?

Ranpo: because gay people exist, Kunikida.

Yosano: yeah, don't be a bitch Kunikida.

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Kouyou, drunk off her ass: fuck anxiety, be gay for women

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Atsushi, with the voice of an excited child: iT'S A SQUIRREL AGAIN

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Atsushi: I can see my hair and I look like a lesbian

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Dazai: I knew you weren't straight since you were 2

Akutagawa: how?

Dazai: you were always a fucking fruit.

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Elise: my cat is more gender neutral

Q: I kin that cat

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Nikolai: PACK THE CHICKENS AND UNFASTEN THE SEATS WE RIDE FREE OF THE EXTRA WEIGHT THAT IS OUR HUMANITY AND WE CROSS THE SEVEN OCEAND AND THE 2 SEAS AT DAWN. DONR LET ANYTHING HOLD YOU BACK. THIS IS YOUR MOMENT TO RIOT. MY FRIENDS.MY COLUMNISTS. MY COMRADES. MY RUSSIANS.WE.LEAVE.NOW. OUR TIME IS HERE

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Atsushi: HOW DID I NOT KNOW I LIKED HIM

Atsushi: LIKE HOW DID EVERYONE KNOW BEFORE ME

Dazai: bc you're a dumb gay bitch

Atsushi: fair point

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Dazai: fuck short people and not in the good way

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Kenji: you drenched in pool water dorito

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Naomi: smirks in simp

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Kunikida, talking to the agency: let's face it, we're all just stupid gays

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Ranpo: why do you car turns into lighting mcqueen

Yosano, not even looking up: kachow mamas

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Steinbeck: hi hello I just found Cthulu x reader smut

Francis: who tf is cahtukl

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Chuuya texting Dazai: I HAT =W YOU

Dazai: you hat =w me ok bet

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Dazai: gay (dogatoty)

Atsushi: DOGATOTY??

Ranpo: dogatoty

Yosano: dogatoty

Dazai: NO

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Dazai: hc that bald kurapika is a time traveler

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Fukuzawa: what happened in this damn nightmare of a chat

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Chuuya: Fyodor is definitely homophobic

Dazai: we should all be gay for a day then

Chuuya's closeted ass: yeah,,, haha

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Dazai: "trickshot!" i say as i throw the (closed) lunch container. it in fact was not a trick shot because instead of going in the trashcan it hit my friends arm and exploded everywhere.

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Ranpo: who's my sweet little pigchapm

Ranpo: pig-

Yosano: PIG

Ranpo: MY MISSPELLING DID THAT TO MY SWEET LITTLE PIGCHAMP

Ranpo: MY SLEEP DEPRIVED ASS KEEPS RYLING PIGCHAMO

Ranpo: PIG CHAMO

Ranpo: PIGCHAMP

Yosano: YOU ARE PIG CHANP.

Yosano: CHAMP*

Ranpo: CHAMI

Yosano: pig-chan

Ranpo: NO

Ranpo: yknow what fuck it

Ranpo: "oh pig chan thou eyes shine bright like the mid summer moon and thy thighs are as fat as they come, now make love to me under the moonlight , this holy night before the sun arises and you have to depart for the future" whispered Shakespeare in pig-chans ear

Yosano: I 'OEHHELAHEPP

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Dazai texting the gc at ass in the morning: LOOK YOU KNOW WHAT I KNOW FOR A FACT SHAKESPEARE WOULD USE THE WORD STAN AND THE WORD PUFFERS

Dazai: POGEERS*

Dazai: PEGGERS

Chuuya: PUFFERS

Dazai: POGGERS

Dazai: DAMN IT

Chuuya: shakespeare is my pogchamp

Dazai: PLS

Dazai: "snakspeare is me pogchamo umye lads

Chuuya: what if i pegged shakespeare

Dazai: jail

Dazai: horny jail

Chuuya: #brocken

Dazai: "ah yes shakesapee rhat beard is so hot" moans

Chuuya: write me a poem bitch

Dazai: "talk victorian english to me " moans harder

Ango who supervises the group chat and is the only adult awake: I hate it here.

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ijustwant2write · 4 years ago

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The Nice One-Fred Weasley x Muggle!Dursley!Reader

(GIF credit to @avocadosalad2)

Masterlist

Prompt List

Tag List: @obsessedwithrandomthings

Requested by anonymous: 'I have this idea about Fred Weasley falling in love with Harry’s muggle cousin. a dursley. Maybe y/n and Harry were always really close and she obviously knows all about magic. She’s the only person, Harry actually loved and trusted as a child and that didn’t change when he found out he was wizard so there really close, he sees her as a sister. Maybe he wants to introduce her to ginny because Harry wants her approval. And reader ends up liking Fred, and Fred likes her back.'

Characters: Fred Weasley x Muggle!Dursley!Reader, Harry Potter x Muggle!Dursley!Reader (cousin), Weasley Family x Muggle!Dursley!Reader (platonic), Hermione Granger x Muggle!Dursley!Reader (Platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Mention of neglect/child abuse, lots of fluff

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Sitting back in a plastic chair, I looked out of the huge window of the coffee shop, sighing as I realised it had started to rain. I never minded the rain really, but it had been like this since May, with no sign of a proper English summer in sight. Harry returning to the table with two mugs of tea distracted me, and I smiled as he set them on the table, sitting opposite to me.

“It feels like ages since we did this.” I said, blowing over the top of the tea.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I’ve not called or contacted you in any way recently.” he apologised, casting his eyes down.

“Harry, you don’t have to be sorry for anything.” I reassured him.“You’ve been making your life in...well, your world. We’ve all grown up, had to get used to becoming adults and such. Though it is a shame we haven’t seen each other for over a year.”

“Year and a half actually.”

“I wasn’t surprised when you invited me here though. Of course, this is under better circumstances. I’m not having to drag you out of the house to avoid my parents.”

“No, this is much nicer.” he chuckled.“How are they by the way? I was able to see Dudley last month.”

“They’re fine, same as always. I don’t see them as much as I should, though I do call them often. Sometimes it’s hard you know, especially after all that’s happened in the last few years.” I took a sip of tea, finally able to start drinking it.

Harry seemed hesitant to speak again.“Actually, I was wanting to ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember me talking to you about a girl called Ginny?”

“Ooh, has my little cousin fallen in love?” I was teasing until I saw the genuine smile on his face.“Wait, Harry, do you really like this girl?”

“W-well...I h-have for a while, we actually told each other our feelings when, when other things turned serious. And it’s been going good between us, really good, which leads me to my question.”

I was confused as to where this was going, but waited for him to carry on.

“I was wondering if you would come meet her?”

“You want me to meet her?” I excitedly repeated.

“Yeah,” he smiled back,“there’s going to be a birthday party for me at her family home. She’s a Weasley.”

“Wait, isn’t that the last name of your friend Ron?”

“It is.”

“You’re dating your best friend’s sister?”

“I’ve already talked about it with him! Do you remember I stayed with him over that summer, and I wrote to you from there?”

“The Burrow!”

He nodded.“They’re more than happy to have you there.”

“Of course I’ll come Harry! For now, you have to tell me everything about this Ginny girl.”

The party was two weeks away, and I could not contain my excitement as it got closer and closer. Although Harry had told me much about the wizarding world, he was the only wizard I had ever met (unless I counted that giant man that had tracked us down when Harry first found out he possessed magic, though there weren’t any introductions), and I was extremely excited to meet more of them. Would they constantly be using magic? Would they just conjure up food and drink? And would they be comfortable with me there? I knew that Harry wouldn’t leave me alone unless I was one hundred percent comfortable with everyone.

It was surprising that Harry hadn’t become irritated with me on the day of his party. He was coming to pick me up, and I had greeted him with an over excited tone, setting off a party popper which made strings of confetti land on his head. I had never been able to celebrate Harry’s birthdays publicly, always sneaking into his room or under the cupboard to give him a small present and a hug to wish him happy birthday (once I was earning my own pocket money, or sweetly asking dad for a few pounds, I would buy him cupcakes as a birthday cake, stashing away sweets for him after he saw how much we were given). Dragging him into my flat, I demanded he close his eyes, dashing in and out of the kitchen with a stupid grin on my face. Counting down from three, I giggled as Harry opened his eyes, smiling when he saw me holding a cupcake with a candle in my hands.

"You didn't forget."

"Of course I didn't. Is it...is it alright?" I became worried, wondering if I had brought up bad memories.

"No, no, I actually missed this. It was one of the things I looked forward to each year."

He blew out the candle, sighing when I urged him to close his eyes and make a wish. Harry then pushed me to get a move on, his eyes widening when he saw me pick up two presents with wrapping paper, as well as a smaller one on top. I walked past him before he could say anything about them, handing him the keys to lock up.

As we turned up at the infamous Burrow, I couldn't help but stand back in awe. It was like nothing I had ever seen, and although shabby looking, very put together, it had some sort of charm to it, it was so different to other houses. Harry had already taken a few steps forward, stopping when he noticed me not move.

"(Y/N)?"

My eyes snapped back down to him."Oh, sorry."

"It's going to be fine." he said, coming to stand beside me.

I just nodded, walking next to him and standing back when he knocked on the door. A short woman opened it, squealing with excitement when she saw Harry, and as she dragged him in for a hug, she playfully scolded him for knocking, claiming that he could waltz in whenever. Staying outside, I poked my head in, still holding the presents in my arms. I watched as Harry was engulfed in numerous hugs, everyone wishing him happy birthday as well as joking and laughing with him. It shocked me. The only time I saw him this happy was when I was able to cheer him up as kids (and that was extremely hard to do when he lived in the hell hole I called home), but a sudden wave of emotion attacked me, I was so happy to see him being treated right.

"Everyone, this is my cousin, (Y/N)." Harry interrupted my thoughts once again, gesturing for me to step inside.

Sheepishly walking in, I held onto the presents a little tighter, smiling through the awkwardness. There were so many of them standing there.

"Here, let me take those from you love." a man who seemed to be the dad offered, placing the presents on a nearby table. Now I was out in the open.

"So this is the decent one?" one of the younger lads said to break the silence.

"Ronald Weasley, you mind your manners!" the woman scolded him."Don't mind him dear, it's lovely to meet you. Harry has never stopped talking about you."

"He's right though," Harry said,"this is the nice one."

"It's nice to see that Harry stayed in such a lovely place, and with lovely people."

Really (Y/N)? That's the first thing you come out with?

"Oh what a sweetheart." the woman gushed."Believe me, they look like angels, but they don't act like one."

Harry soon broke us into a general conversation, attempting to introduce me to everyone. This family was so different to mine. It felt more loving, as if they didn't hate to be around each other all the time. They included each other in every conversation, they laughed together, joked around with each other. And they also included me.

We were sat around a long table, squeezed amongst one another with food and drink laid out. I had Harry one side of me, and his old friend Hermione on my other. I believed that she and Ron had romantic connections, but I was hoping she would shed some light on Harry's love life, as Ginny was sat beside him.

"They've only recently become public. Everyone knew that they were together, it was bound to happen. But we all acted surprised anyway." Hermione and I giggled, drowned out by the sound of everyone talking.

"Oh bless him, he seemed very happy when he mentioned her. That's why he invited me actually, he was wondering what I would think about her. They don't seem to be able to keep their eyes off each other."

"Someone else seems to have their eyes on someone." she smirked.

I followed her eye line, seeing one of the twins looking in our direction before averting their gaze. I had remembered that they were each wearing the same jumper but with different colours, thankfully making it easier to tell them apart. It had been Fred looking my way, and I hated that I was blushing already; no one had looked at me like that for a long time.

"I'm sure that was nothing." I mumbled.

"If you say so." I heard Ginny say, making me whip my head round to her. She was leaning forward to look at me, and I saw Harry holding back a laugh.

"Come on, I haven't even spoken to him."

"Maybe you should. Perhaps this was meant to happen."

Molly stopped all chatter across the table, standing up to announce that it was present time. Heaps of presents were pushed down to our end of the table, Harry was shocked by how many there were, but stuck right in. After thanking all of the Weasley’s for their sweet presents, especially Ginny. With my presents left, I felt all eyes on me, nervous as to what they would think of my gifts.

One was a collection of books he read when he was younger (until my brother got angry at him and ripped out the pages), the other was two shirts I knew would look nice on him. The last present was a photo book, which I had had personalised; on the front it said ‘Harry’s Memories’, in a beautiful swirling style of writing. The toothy grin on his face fell slightly, and I began to panic again. Everyone waited for him to open the book, a slight tension in the air. Harry slowly opened the book, reading the message I had left for him in his head. It entailed fond memories we had, and how proud I was of him for setting out to school by himself, and how many times he was brave enough to put himself on the line for his friends and family. Turning the next page, a breathless laugh left his lips when he saw the photos I chose. Unfortunately there weren’t many of us together, or of him in general, but I had raided our old cameras back home to find any photos I had taken of him without my parent’s knowledge. After flipping over another page that turned out to be blank, he looked up at me, as did everyone else.

“It’s blank so that you can fill it. I knew you wouldn’t want memories of home, just...just me I suppose. But I’m sure you’ve got better memories to put in there now.” I shyly explained.

“This is amazing, thank you (Y/N).” Harry said, hugging me tightly.

“The pictures aren’t moving?” Ginny questioned.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.“Your pictures move?”

Once dinner was done with, along with a round of singing as the birthday cake came out, we all broke off into smaller groups. This would have given me an opportunity to speak to Ginny, I had a strong feeling that she was absolutely perfect for him, they seemed well matched, but I still wanted a chat at least. However, Harry had stolen her away, and it wasn’t the right time to intervene. As I thought about who to talk to, Fred walked up to me, leaning against the kitchen counter top as I was.

“Thought you looked a little lonely over here.” he said, but it wasn’t in a cocky way, he was being genuinely kind.

“Thanks.” I laughed.

He smiled.“I-I didn’t mean it like that.”

I looked up at him.“No I know what you meant. I was actually thanking you.”

“Ah.”

There was a moment of silence as neither of us were sure what to say next. Suddenly, something popped into my mind,“You know, I’ve seen you before.”

“What?”

“When you came to rescue Harry, in your flying car. I was in my room, but my room was next to Harry’s, so I could just about see you and your brothers.”

“That was so many years ago.”

I nodded.“I just remember how shocked I was when I saw the car, but also how relieved I felt when I saw Harry get in there. I was in trouble for not going to my parents straight away though.”

“You don’t sound like a typical Dursley at all.”

“I suppose I’m not. I was never the favourite, for some reason Dudley was. But I was so focused on keeping Harry somewhat happy that it didn’t matter. I just got good results at school, made friends and kept the biggest secret in the world.”

“It is slightly strange having a Muggle about.”

“How do you think I feel? The dishes are doing themselves over there!” I gestured to the sink where there was a floating plate and sponge. He laughed at that."That would be so useful to have at home, especially after a long day."

"So," he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning towards me,"what do you think about our families combining?"

I took a sip of my drink, following his eye line to Harry and Ginny."I can't express how happy I am for him."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And I'm not just saying nice things because Ginny is your sister. Harry had a long talk about what happened in the past, he's mentioned her, well, all of you, a lot. You've all been able to give him much more than I have."

"That's not true. Harry has expressed multiple times how he didn't know what he would have done if you weren't there for him."

"Seems like everything has worked out perfectly in the end. It even feels right me being here."

"I can agree on that."

"Even if I'm a Muggle?"

"Can't say that's the first thing I noticed about you."

My eyes widened slightly, slowly looking down into the content of my cup."Fred, if I didn't know any better, I would say you were flirting with me."

"Thank god you noticed, thought I might have to start using pick up lines."

"You still can if you want to."

"Nah, think I'll save that for a first date."

"If you're asking, then the answer would be a yes."

"Well, glad that's been sorted."

I giggled quietly, trying not to show how much I was enjoying this."Do I get to find out where you're taking me?"

"If I'm honest, I wasn't sure if I would get this far."

We laughed together, catching the attention of his parents who were with Hermione and Ron. We quietened down, finding it hard to hold back on giggling. Before we could even continue speaking, Harry was approaching me, and I knew he wanted to find out what had happened since he left me alone.

"So, uh, what are you two talking about?" Harry failed to play dumb.

I rolled my eyes, placing a hand on his shoulder."OK, whilst you interrogate my date, I'll go talk to your girlfriend. Sound like a deal?"

"D-date?"

"Don't act like you weren't listening. Relax Harry, this is your party after all."

I heard him sigh to Fred as I walked away."You two are going to be trouble, I just know it."

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #harry potter x reader #harry potter one shot #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #harry potter

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1D Monthly Fic Roundup

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for August 2021! Below you’ll find 23 One Direction fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup.

Happy reading!

He Carries The Key by @lululawrence

[Niall/Louis, OT5, 8k, Not Rated, tumblr post]

Niall was mostly home, ready for a shower and a chat with Louis, when suddenly Niall was flooded with emotions from the pack bond.Shock. Surprise. Confusion.But mostly fear.Something was wrong with Louis.

Plus One by mynameispiaivy / @missrefridgefreetorator

[Louis/Luke Malak, 3k, Mature, tumblr post]

Louis is invited to an event and he has to bring a "plus one".

Better Mistakes by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10

[Harry/Louis, 117k, Explicit, tumblr post]

“Look, this doesn’t have to be the end of the world-”

“Oh but it fucking is,” Louis said, shaking his head. “How the fuck am I going to tell Matt I’m pregnant with a baby when we’ve not had sex in months? He might be a bit thick sometimes, but he is gonna know there’s no chance this baby is his.”

“You don’t have to, uh, tell him it’s mine, right?”

Louis scoffed. “Why, are you scared he’s gonna come and kick the shit out of you?”

“He wishes,” Harry laughed, looking back down at the test. “Shit, I … I can’t believe this. Louis, I didn’t mean for this. Honestly. It was just sex for me. We have great sex, and I didn’t see why I should have to turn that down, not when you clearly wanted it as much as I did. I didn’t want this to end in a baby.”

Louis knows he shouldn’t be sleeping with his boyfriend’s enemy. He knows that. But there’s something that draws him back to Harry over and over again. Falling in love wasn’t part of the plan...

Thou, Sun, Art Half As Happy by @lululawrence

[Louis/Harry/Nick Grimshaw, 7k, Not Rated, tumblr post]

Hello, I’m sorry if this isn’t a post that is allowed on this channel, but I was hoping for the best since it is regarding a photography project I’m working on at the moment. I’m working on a set of sunrise kiss photos and therefore am needing a willing kissing partner. I’d hoped to be able to provide one for myself, but it hasn’t panned out, so here I am! I was hoping to find someone here, since I know most of you (at least peripherally) and can generally vouch for you not being creeps. Plus this way I know you will understand needing to continue to tweak the camera settings and reshoots etc that others might not.

Anyway, I’m looking for someone who identifies as male or male-ish (sorry, ladies) who is between the ages of 18 and 40. I’m a 29 year old male-ish myself, for those who would like to know before replying.

If you’re interested and are free the early morning of August 7th and would like to kiss in the sunrise with me for the sake of some (hopefully) interesting and fun photos, let me know via DM and I’ll give you the location.

OR the one where Louis needs a kissing partner, two show up, and it all might turn out for the best that way.

call my name and save me from the dark by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Louis/Harry, 4k, Teen & Up, tumblr post]

“I don’t know if it was a nightmare,” he confesses to the ceiling, the darkness making it easier to speak up even when he still has to close his eyes to stop himself from tearing up. “It feels more like a memory. But it can’t be.”

Harry shifts, and Louis can feel his chin perched on his chest, doesn’t need to look at him to know that Harry’s studying him. “Why?” He prompts, when Louis doesn’t immediately continue, and Louis swallows, tries to shrug off the apprehension, the fear that Harry will think that he’s gone mad.

“Because I heard them pronounce me dead.”

Feels like home by @neondiamond

[Louis/Harry, 2k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Louis comes home from work with an exciting surprise. Daydreaming and celebrations ensue.

this is my jam by @disgruntledkittenface

[Harry/Louis, 4k, Mature, tumblr post]

The guy’s eyes are so blue that Harry can’t tear his gaze away, even as he moves to the beat. The searing light shade is magnetic; he finds himself leaning in and yelling, “This is my jam!” only to earn a laugh from thin pink lips that Harry’s definitely going to be dreaming about tonight.

“Your jam?”

When the guy yells back over the music, his blue eyes sparkling and his lips twisted in a smirk, Harry’s chest literally puffs out with pride at earning his attention. His obvious approval. Tongue-tied, Harry nods and closes his eyes as he lets go, the music reverberating around them. All of the usual inhibitions that keep him in the corner at parties fall away and he bounces around the center of the dance floor, waving his arms above his head. Somehow his towel stays on, even as he starts to think he wouldn’t mind if it fell off. Fuck it. He finally made it here, he’s damn well going to enjoy it.

Harry goes to a gay bathhouse for the first time. 90s AU.

I Know My Arithmedick (2 + 2 = 4sum) by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Harry/Louis + Louis/multiple partners, 3k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Harry wants to watch Louis fuck someone else. Louis loves giving Harry what he wants. It’s simple math, really.

doG…and his friend by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright / yeah_alright

[Louis/Harry, 3k, Teen & Up, tumblr post]

When Joan has to move out of her small, nice home and in with a random roommate, she obviously brings her dog/boyfriend, Doug, with her.

Doug makes a friend. And maybe more.

I Heard You Talking by @lululawrence

[Louis/Harry, 10k, Not Rated, tumblr post]

It had been an hour of their noise that Louis had been dealing with, and for some reason the fact that these grown men were being this rowdy in the quiet carriage over a game of Uno was the breaking point for him. He stood up and turned around, making his way down to where the group of five were somehow gathered around a table.

Louis stopped at the table and cleared his throat, mouth open and ready to politely request they keep it down when the man who was sitting with his back to Louis turned.

He was stunningly gorgeous.

Blinking a ridiculous number of times in an attempt to pull himself together, Louis coughed and spit out, “This is the quiet carriage.”

God, he was nearly forty and that was the best he could do in front of a set of pretty, green eyes?

Or the one where Harry is famous and Louis doesn't have a clue. Good thing his son is able to help him out.

All That You Need by @haztobegood

[Louis/Harry, 2k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Pre-heat was always one of Harry’s favorite times to spend with Louis. It was a time to rest up and indulge in extra cuddles, like basking in a ray of sunshine before having to dive off the deep end. Louis lavishes him with tender touches and soft kisses. Harry wants to savor this time as long as possible. The unquenchable need will come later, but for now, his desires are simple. He just needed to be closer to his alpha. As close as possible.

sickly sweet fonding by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

[Louis/Harry, 1k, General, tumblr post]

A few members of their crew start piling up the dirty dishes and taking them over to the sink. Harry walks around the cameras, and smiles brightly at Louis.

“What do you think, Lou? Do I have it in the bag?”

Louis eyes a bowl of bright pink lumpy batter being cleaned from Harry’s side. “Of course you do.” He wraps an arm around Harry’s waist and steers him away, all while ignoring the dramatic gagging Niall is doing. He doesn’t think it’s just the batter making Niall gag.

or the one where Louis fonds over Harry's horrible baking skills

Fractured Moonlight by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

[Louis/Harry, 1k, Mature, tumblr post]

Louis huffs because he doesn’t want to deal with this. “Listen, I appreciate your concern.” He doesn’t. “But it’s not your duty to look after the sad man at the bar. Okay?”

'Ere comes the milk by stretchmybones / @onlyfor-thegays

[Harry/Louis, 1k, Explicit]

Louis is obsessed with Harry's mommy milkers.

everything comes back to you by stretchmybones / @onlyfor-thegays

[Louis/Harry, 8k, Explicit]

Harry and Louis are childhood best friends. What happens when Harry has to move towns just as they are starting their secondary gender presentations? What happens when fate brings them back together years later in the most unexpected of ways?

He Still Takes My Breath Away by @parmahamlarrie

[Harry/Louis, 32k, Teen & Up, tumblr post]

Camp Infinity is the perfect place for a lot of things; hiking, swimming, sports, eating, and falling in love. Harry Styles is a bit too familiar with the last one from his years of being a camper. This year things will be different. He’s 21, a grown man now, and ready to see Camp Infinity from a different point of view; working as a lifeguard. However, his whole summer turns upside down when a familiar British lad makes his return into Harry's life.Or the one where Harry is a lifeguard and Louis is the head of recreation. And, sometimes, you just need a little push to realize what was right in front of you the whole time.

Also known as – The Summer Camp Fic

tread lightly on my ground by fairytalelights / @lookslikefairytale

[Louis/Harry, 20k, Explicit, tumblr post]

No, that's the tragic part of this, the part that makes Harry feel like the universe is playing a cruel joke on him. The father of his baby is exactly right, exactly who he always imagined himself having kids with. He just imagined them married, bonded. Happy. He didn't imagine them barely talking, tip-toeing around each other because neither of them is brave enough to talk about what happened between them. He didn't imagine the father of his child not loving him back.

or, the one where Harry is having Louis' baby, but Louis doesn't know it's his.

Getting a Head for Heights by @ladyaj-13 / LadyAJ_13

[Louis/Greg James, 3k, Teen & Up, tumblr post]

The problem is, Louis thinks Greg would be quite good to date, so it would really help if everyone would stop reminding him of that fact so he could unthink it. He’d be a gentleman, at least until Louis talked him out of it, and he’s funny and nice and hot and they’re both into music and football and drama. He’s also a freakish giant of a human, and the problem with dating is that sooner or later you have to stand next to each other.

We Go Together (series) by @beelou / cherrylarry

[Louis/Harry, 3k, General, tumblr post]

A grease au

Hot Boy Summer (series) by @louisandtheaquarian / zita17

[Harry/Louis, 35k, Teen & Up, tumblr post]

Louis is an overworked bartender hoping to save up enough extra tips to buy a new air conditioner before he literally melts during a scorching NYC heat wave. Harry is the new neighbor that wakes him up by moving in his sole day off at 6am. An NYC enemies to neighbors to lovers AU featuring a rickety fire escape, the 2021 Euros, Lirry bickering like a divorced couple, and enough OT5 clichés to rot your teeth. (If Harry's pastries don't get them first.)

across the river is where my heart is by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, 8k, General, tumblr post]

The first time they see each other is when they are toddlers, playing out in the yard. Louis remembers sitting on the perfectly trimmed lawn and getting yelled at for picking at the soft blades of grass; she remembers looking over, across the narrow but deep and wild river, and watching another little girl, out in a different garden, picking flowers for her mother.

She remembers carefully raising her hand and waving—her little heart beating hard in her chest, as if she had done something dangerous, something forbidden, even though back then she could not understand the true divide the River made amongst them.

bright eyes, blue denim by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, 2k, General, tumblr post]

Louis' favourite jeans have suddenly disappeared from where he always got them. Harry is a store manager with an affinity for customer care, particularly when the customer has bright blue eyes and happens to be very flirty.

whatever you feel like doing in this moment by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Harry/Louis, 2k, General, tumblr post]

Louis gets all that he's ever wanted during his favourite game at their group's weekly improv show.

#28th appreciation #tracksintheam #trackinghome #trackinghappily #1dsource #one direction fan fic

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une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir · 4 years ago

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random thoughts about aegon vi and septa lemore

Apparently, it’s Aegon’s week. i don’t think i ever paticipated in these events for any character or pairing, but @agentrouka-blog’s theory that septa Lemore is Ashara Dayne and that the baby switch was between Aegon and her rumoured child (instead of random kid) showed up on my dash today.

Lemore being Ashara Dayne and there having been baby switch like theorised would be fantastic, because she’d know a lot of stuff that is otherwise impossible to know. She knows who dishonoured her at Harrenhal (we all know Brandon, not Ned). She knows about Wylla, a wetnurse from the Dayne Household, who Eddard Stark and Edric Dayne both say is Jon’s mother (we all know Jon is Lyanna’s, so this apparent lie version being told by two different people who have nothing to do with one another seems to suggest a combined lie between Ned and the Daynes). She knows about Jon because Ned went to Starfall with him and (if baby switch theory is true), she can confirm Aegon VI is real.

There’s also the suspicious narrative choice of a “Targ” (not even, she has dark hair, not silver hair, even if she has purple eyes) getting with an impetuous Stark at Harrenhal and a secret child never really going anywhere. What’s the point of that besides shading Rhaegar plus Lyanna equals Jon? This I always thought was suspicious, but this theory would *poof* make it make sense.

TYRION III ~ ADWD

This is the chapter where Aegon VI Targaryen is first introduced. The whole chapter is like a “perigrination” to find him. I am of the opinion that Aegon VI is the real thing for a long time now and there’s evidence that might be the case in this very chapter where he’s introduced.

"How fares our lad?" asked Illyrio as the chests were being secured. Tyrion counted six, oaken chests with iron hasps. Duck shifted them easily enough, hoisting them on one shoulder.

This is shortly after the chapter starts. Not only Illyrio asks about Aegon, there’s also the imagery of six chests about. If Aegon is crowned king of Westeros, he’ll be Aegon VI Targaryen.

By imagery, Aegon is real.++

"There is a gift for the boy in one of the chests. Some candied ginger. He was always fond of it." Illyrio sounded oddly sad.

This is often used as a clue that Aegon VI is fake. Illyrio is expressing some sentimental attachment, so there are theories that he could be the father and the mother would be some Valyrian looking wife he has. it has its merits.

On the other hand, Aegon VI is on the run from the crown, hiding under a false identity and dyes his hair another colour, but most importantly in this passage, is Aegon’s fond of a specific sweet that what we would at first mistake for a father for the reasons pointed above gifts him with.

This is 1:1 what’s going on with Sansa, she’s on the run from the crown, hiding under a false identity and dyes her hair another colour, she’s fond of a specific sweet (lemoncakes) and Littlefinger, who’s pretending to be her father and is very... emotionally invested... in her, gifts her with some (well, in parternship with her cousin, but the cousin is another matter).

By parallel, Aegon is real.++

Tyrion craned his head to one side, and saw a boy standing on the roof of a low wooden building, waving a wide-brimmed straw hat. He was a lithe and well-made youth, with a lanky build and a shock of dark blue hair.

Aegon is inrroduced standing above the rest, literally high-standing.

By imagery, Aegon is real.++

An older couple with a Rhoynish cast to their features stood close beside the tiller, whilst a handsome septa in a soft white robe stepped through the cabin door and pushed a lock of dark brown hair from her eyes.

This is actually what I came for, Lemore.

Why a septa would be described as “handsome�� when that should have no relevance since she’s supposed to be chaste (I know, it’s Tyrion, but still)? Ashara Dayne is described by many as being beautiful, arrestingly so. If Lemore is Ashara, “handsome” is a good way to describe her beauty still.

Lemore has dark brown hair. Ashara is described as having long dark hair tumbling about her shoulders. More importantly, Lemore's first actions is push her hair from her eyes. Like, pay attention to this woman’s eyes, even though they’re not described ever (not even their colour).

TYRION IV ~ ADWD

Tyrion had drunk himself blind his first night on the Shy Maid. The next day he awoke with dragons fighting in his skull.

So yes, the night after Tyrion meets Aegon and his party for the first time, he dreams of dragons fighting. Take note these are dragons, not a fake dragon in whatever way and a dragon.

By imagery, Aegon is real.++.

The clouds in the sky were aglow: pink and purple, maroon and gold, pearl and saffron. One looked like a dragon. Once a man has seen a dragon in flight, let him stay at home and tend his garden in content, someone had written once, for this wide world has no greater wonder. Tyrion scratched at his scar and tried to recall the author's name. Dragons had been much in his thoughts of late.

One of those clouds looks like a dragon. There’s no dragons with these colours BUT Targs have purple eyes and Viseryion, a dragon I believe is a narrative stand-in for Aegon VI, is described as cream and gold, so one colour here. Honestly, the important here is that Tyrion is associating dragons around Aegon.

By imagery, Aegon is real.++.

"Good morrow, Hugor." Septa Lemore had emerged in her white robes, cinched at the waist with a woven belt of seven colors. Her hair flowed loose about her shoulders. "How did you sleep?"

Holy shit.

“Even after all these years, Ser Barristan could still recall Ashara's smile, the sound of her laughter. He had only to close his eyes to see her, with her long dark hair tumbling about her shoulders and those haunting purple eyes.

"Fitfully, good lady. I dreamed of you again." A waking dream. He could not sleep, so he had eased a hand between his legs and imagined the septa atop him, breasts bouncing.

"A wicked dream, no doubt. You are a wicked man. Will you pray with me and ask forgiveness for your sins?"

Only if we pray in the fashion of the Summer Isles. "No, but do give the Maiden a long, sweet kiss for me."

Laughing, the septa walked to the prow of the boat. It was her custom to bathe in the river every morning.

"Plainly, this boat was not named for you," Tyrion called as she disrobed.

"The Mother and the Father made us in their image, Hugor. We should glory in our bodies, for they are the work of gods."

Yeah, it’s Tyrion, who’d sexualise a rock, but this is a septa who deserves respect. Yet, this is how the writer “paints” the reader’s first interaction with this new character. These are always the most striking moments when establishing a character and sex imagery is what the writer decided to do.

Also Lemore not only knows that Tyrion’s fantasising about having sex with her and doesn’t give a shit, she laughs instead, gets naked to bathe, and doesn’t give a shit if others look at her naked body. This doesn’t feel like a septa. I mean, I remember Mordane and the zealots at King’s Landing who screwed with Cersei. They have nothing on this.

The way she puts why she has no problems with naked bodies and the like also suggest some kind of “free spirit” which goes well with the (disgusting, but there) dornish wanton woman trope and being dishonoured by Brandon at Harrenhal.

Another thing to note, is that Tyrion also clearly says the “Shy Maid” wasn’t named after Lemore, which suggests she’s neither shy nor a maid. This is confirmed by her actions and by...

The dwarf watched Lemore slip into the water. The sight always made him hard. There was something wonderfully wicked about the thought of peeling the septa out of those chaste white robes and spreading her legs. Innocence despoiled, he thought … though Lemore was not near as innocent as she appeared. She had stretch marks on her belly that could only have come from childbirth.

Lemore was pregnant at one point!

When Lemore climbed back onto the deck, Tyrion savored the sight of water trickling between her breasts, her smooth skin glowing golden in the morning light. She was past forty, more handsome than pretty, but still easy on the eye. Being randy is the next best thing to being drunk, he decided. It made him feel as if he was still alive. "Did you see the turtle, Hugor?" the septa asked him, wringing water from her hair. "The big ridgeback?"

This disparity of behaviour between septa Lemore and any other septa in ASOIAF is VERY suspicious. Note how Lemore has two mysteries about her already, she’s characterised nothing like any septa in ASOIAF (more like the tasteless “dornish wanton woman” sterotype instead) and a mystery child. What’s the point of that, if she’s irrelevant.

Compare how he Yandry and Ysilla couple is treated, where there are no bizarre things taking place that I noticed. Also Yandry and Ysilla are specifically said to be a pair of Dornish orphans. Why is the image of Dornish people here, along with Lemore? Suspicious, suspicious.

Lemore is “past fourty”. The asoiaf wiki lists Ashara Dayne as being born between 260AC and 269AC, which means that she’d be around this age if she had lived.

The imagery of a (false, but still) maidtaking a bath while men watch is the same as Florian and Jonquil song, an event that legend says happened at Maidenpool (close to... yes, that’s right, Harrenhal, where Ashara met Brandon).

"The turtles have their charms, I will allow. Nothing delights me so much as the sight of a nice pair of shapely … shells.

"Septa Lemore laughed. Like everyone else aboard the Shy Maid, she had her secrets. She was welcome to them. I do not want to know her, I only want to fuck her. She knew it too. As she hung her septa's crystal about her neck, to nestle in the cleft between her breasts, she teased him with a smile.

That’s not the behaviour of a septa and note the narrative acknowledgement that Lemore has secrets. She’s also called Lady instead of septa at some point in the narrative.

If this is Ashara, then Brandon met his match at Harrenhal. The waste, I can’t. What a sexy couple.

This chapter also contains Targ history as well as some Dorne (mother Rhoyne and whatnot). It goes well with Aegon is the real deal. But what really cinches it is the ending...

"It was him," cried Yandry. "The Old Man of the River."And why not?

Tyrion grinned. Gods and wonders always appear, to attend the birth of kings.

The Old Man of the River is a lesser god, the son of Mother Rhoyne. These gods are all associated with Dorne.

Aegon is real.++.

Tyrion VI ~ ADWD

"Even the bravest of your forebears kept his Kingsguard close about him in times of peril." Lemore had changed out of her septa's robes into garb more befitting the wife or daughter of a prosperous merchant. Tyrion watched her closely. He had sniffed out the truth beneath the dyed blue hair of Griff and Young Griff easily enough, and Yandry and Ysilla seemed to be no more than they claimed to be, whilst Duck was somewhat less. Lemore, though … Who is she, really? Why is she here? Not for gold, I'd judge. What is this prince to her? Was she ever a true septa?

Who is she, really... indeed... Lemore’s identity clearly is important.

She turned back to Prince Aegon. "You are not the only one who must needs hide."

Why does Lemore need to hide? :)

#asoiaf speculaion #i'm not going to tag these characters because the original theory isn't mine #i'm also not going to tag these characters because this isn't enough to warrant an entry on aegon vi targaryen week

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r0zez-in-bl00m · 3 years ago

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~ 𝓒𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 ~

Chaotic parents

🦇Lilia Vanrouge x fem!reader, WORD COUNT : : 2K

Description- Lilia's wife comes for a visit but leaves a trail of destruction behind.

Placed under the cut for length!

It was yet another quiet day at the dormitory founded on the elegance of the fairy of thorns. The morning was greeted by Sebek and Silver’s bickering about whose training routine was better while Silver occasionally dozed off leaving Sebek to jerk him awake every single time with his thunderous voice. The dorm leader of Diasomania, Malleus, stared out of the window in the common room, finding the outside world much more interesting than the leather stiff book he had read a countless number of times or the ongoing talk across the room.

Yes, it was indeed another normal, boring day for the residents of Diasomania. Well, far too normal.

The one-sided quarrel between Sebek and Silver ended abruptly when the sound of an explosion came from the kitchens (did they even have that?), breaking the second-year’s slumber instantly as he looked around quizzically. “WHAT WAS THAT?!?!” Sebek thundered, the obvious surprise plastered on his face as he faced Silver. The second-year shrugged his shoulders as a response as he removed Sebek’s hand on his dorm uniform. “Maybe the old man is in the kitchen again,” Silver said, staring at the hallway to the kitchen worryingly.

Silver knew how experimental his father was in the field of culinary arts. The variety of weird, foul-smelling dishes he had tasted (and dreaded) as a little child was a prime example of it. As the knight had feared, not soon after, Lilia stepped into the common room, his clothes a little burnt, face covered in soot, with a burnt dish in his hands. “Oh my, this stew took longer than I had anticipated!” He said as he dried the non-existent sweat off his brow. Sebek retracted the moment the blasted dish’s smell reached his nose. That dish could barely be categorized as food, let alone be eaten under normal circumstances. Was the dressing covered in slime and worms?

“I-I see . . . it’s an excellent looking dish, Lord Lilia!” Sebek complimented, but his reaction betrayed his words greatly. “May I ask which stew is it?”

‘Better not ask if you don’t want to be the first victim Sebek,’ Silver thought but refrained from speaking it out loud. Sebek was always too fond of his seniors. The old fae, on the other hand, seemed giddy and unusually excited to tell Sebek about his extra special dish. “Well, it’s my specialty dish which I only make on the rarest of occasions, and mind you it’s really hard to persuade me to make this dish even if you ask a million times,” Lilia giggled while continuously shoving the otherworldly stew at Poor Sebek’s face.

Who would be in their right mind to actually persuade Lilia Vanrouge, the most horrible cook humanity has ever seen?

Lilia’s body shivered from giggling as Sebek guessed various stew names he had known. In defeat, Lilia finally disclosed the name, “It’s my legendary ‘slimy beef casserole’!!”

Silver almost choked at the name of the dish alone when he thought he was about to doze off again, finding it hard to breathe as he stared at Lilia as if he had grown another head.

Malleus, from his window, had his ears perked up as well at the unusual excitement. “Beef-Tomato stew?” Malleus questioned, “Don’t you usually make it for-”

POOF!

Before he could finish a puff of green smoke encircled the room completely. Silver’s dread turned horrendous as his aurora eyes traveled up to see the person coming out of the clearing green fog.

Those (e/c) eyes, that hair tied in a ponytail, and the familiar scent of raspberries. Hauling the heavy travel bag in her hand, the apparently young-looking girl smiled brightly and exclaimed brightly, “Family reunion!!” tackling Lilia to the ground, eliciting a chuckle from the latter. All the while Silver pinched the bridge of his nose in worry.

Indeed, it was going to be a long day.

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“All I had heard that it was a famous school for kids with magic, but I didn’t know that its campus was this big!!!” His mother chirped happily, skirting around here and there like a newborn baby bird. It had taken everything for Silver to not sink and die. To actually think that his own mother would show up at the school where he and his father were studying, and in summer clothes on top of that. That tank top concealed under a modest button-up shirt wasn’t doing her any favor. He had to persuade his stubborn mother to wear something modest enough to not get any weird glances.

Aside from Silver’s anxiety and protectiveness towards his mother, Lilia was extremely ecstatic.

“My sweet, you hadn’t mentioned that you had taken a trip to the southern islands in your recent letters,” Lilia said, strolling side by side with his beloved, arms linked and fingers intertwined. “Judging by your complexion you sure had a great time!”

(Name) giggled, “Of course, unlike you who would turn into a mummy just after an hour under the sun, I am always up for a swim on a hot summer beach and getting a tan!” She rolled up her sleeves and showed her changed skin color with pride, a smirk adorning her adorable visage.

Silver sheepishly scratched his head, “So, what made you come for a visit mom?” It’s not like he wasn’t happy, of course, no child could ever be sad to see their mother after a long time, but the question was- why now?

(Name) shuddered at the question, as if it was something too painful to talk about. Nonetheless, she shared her part of the story. “Staying in the Valley of thorns with nothing to do but tric⸺ I mean, play with neighbors was getting tooooo boring.” She said, twirling around in her summer dress, “That was when Sebek’s mum suggested me to go on a trip like old times! Gosh, I had missed the sights! But, traveling with my sugar daddy was much more fun, and I kind of started to miss⸺”

Silver’s eyes widened like two satellite dishes as he subconsciously cut of his mother, “Sugar what?”

He heard his father laugh heartily, smacking his arm slightly as if it was normal, “I told her to call me that, cool right?” Lilia asked, his lips occasionally curving upwards. Silver didn’t know what to do in this awkward situation. It was getting hard to keep a poker face when his cheeks were getting redder by the goddamn second. Unlike him, Malleus and Sebek were not even a little fazed by this.

“Nowadays people call their partners with such flowery nicknames,” (name) curiously reminiscence the one time she had heard someone calling their lovers in an odd fashion while at the beach. “Uh! Time flies by.”

Lilia chuckled at his beloved’s innocence, “Sweetheart, it’s good and all that you are learning new things and accepting the changing times, but” he gestured to Silver’s tomato face amusingly. “Other students will notice us, look, even our son is getting all embarrassed even after hearing our romantic exchanges a million times.”

Sebek, initially confused about what the great seven was happening, seeing his fellow guard show vulnerability, screamed at full-throttle, “SILVER!! Be ashamed of yourself!! It’s unbecoming of Young Master’s escort to show his blushing face in public!!!!”

Silver held the bridge of his nose for the umpteenth time. “No one hadn’t even noticed until you brought it up for everyone to hear.” He pointed out to the two first-year students who were curiously eyeing the Diasomania group, only to scramble away laughing when Silver had noticed them.

Pushing all the hue and cry away, the prince of thorns conversed with Mrs. Vanrouge, his eyes glimmering with child-like fondness. “How has everything been in the Valley of thorns, (name)? Well, I presume?” His questions were cute just like his expressions!

The female couldn’t help but smile giddily, “My Prince, it hasn’t been long since your last visit to the land. What more could change in a few months’ time?”

The old fae nudged the prince’s arm a little. “You know Malleus, sweet. Always insatiably curious, this young lad,” Lilia added, earning a glare from the dorm leader. Before he could retort and start one of his ‘I’m not a child’ monologues, (name) asked– “Where are Silver and Sebek?” The other two fairies looked behind them and found the two of them vanished from sight.

“They must have stopped because of their argument again, those two.”

“I’ll go look for them if you’d like,” Malleus offered, but the old man shook it off. “Knowing those two, it’s better if I come too, just in case Sebek takes it to arms and marches on to war,” Lilia said. “(name), could you please wait a minute over here?”

As if she was a child who needed parental consent, (name) pouted at the irritating behavior of her husband only to earn a million mandol smile in return. The promise of getting back in less than a minute had triggered a few options in the female’s mind, none of them were in goodwill. Would she actually be Mrs. Vanrouge if not as much of a trickster as her husband?

A devilish smirk appeared as soon as the duo’s backs disappeared from her sight. Cracking the knuckles of her hands, she gazed around the vacant vicinity.

“Sooooooooo, what to do next?”

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The half-silent walk towards the rendezvous point was broken when Lilia had opened up his mouth to speak- “It’s good that the two of you didn’t wander off too much, it would’ve been far too much troubling to search the entire school.”

“I DEEPLY APOLOGISE LORD LILIA!!” Sebek pleaded, or more like screamed for mercy, “If Silver hadn’t fallen asleep, we would’ve come back sooner.”

“And we wouldn’t have become lost,” Silver added apologetically. “It’s alright, it was all in goodwill and we found you in time before dinner,” Malleus reassured. Sebek seemed to calm down at his lord’s words but nonetheless continued to rant and reprimand himself for being an incompetent vassal and what not.

But it stopped the moment all of them found (name) to be missing. “Didn’t we leave (name) here?” Malleus asked, confused as to where she could’ve gone. “My little honey drop likes to play hide and seek a lot, surely she mustn’t have gone too far!” Lilia reasoned but internally dreaded inside. Something of a horrible memory was coming back to him but he couldn’t place his finger on it . . . .

“Father,” Silvers said, serious, “We need to find Mom before she gets herself into trouble.”

“Yes, Silver is absolutely correct, or have you forgotten what happened during the Queen’s birthday?” Lilia’s mouth formed an ‘O’ shaped as the realization dawned over him. “Right! How could I forget?” (name) had planted a party bomb inside the cake that it exploded and its contents spilled everywhere. It wasn’t that big of a prank but the look the Queen had thrown afterward spoke volumes.

“In that case, the sooner we find her, the better it will be.” At that, the group again moves out to search, the expectancy to loads of trouble ahead humming in their minds.

On the other side, many weird occurrences happened at NRC that day. Students found the cafeteria benches levitating in the air with Rosehearts screaming ‘OFF WITH YOUR HEAD’ at the anonymous person who had hanged him from the ceiling. The Lion of Savannah was in a sour mood all day after it took him 2 hours to remove all the girlish accessories which had magically adorned his hair and chased Ruggie to have the evidence removed from existence. The ever-charismatic Vil Schoenheit seemed to have wanted to pop a blood vessel in his body after finding that someone had let Heartslaybul’s Flamingos loose in the dormitory. The clean-up in itself was a big task, the aftermath even more terrible.

All the while (Name) treated herself to some roasted marshmallows (courtesy of the cafeteria ghosts who mistook her for a child). The female never quite understood why her husband detested such a delectable snack. At the thought of Lilia, she wondered if he was looking for her while she was creating chaos in the school. She giggled at the illustration of his panicked face came to her mind.

Leaving the train of thoughts, she turned her focus back on chomping down the white snack. “Oh, a child has wandered into the campus?” a suspicious voice came from behind her, a shadow looming over her and blocking the sunlight. (Name) immediately turned to see a man with a bird mask glowering from above. The female wanted to scoff at the impudence of the idiot in front of her. Child? She was even older than the ancestry line of the top hat he was wearing. But, still feeling a little devilish, she decided to go with the flow. The headmaster crouched down in front of her, “Are you lost?”

“KIDNAPPER!!!!!!!!” The scream was so hard that it had rendered his hearing senses, which was a first for him given that he had already heard a different variety of screams. “My, dear child you have a loud voice!” Crowley held his head, still trying to shake off the effect, “and I’m not a kidnapper. I may appear suspicious but I’m a very generous person and the headmaster of this school!”

Even more, fun to trick you then.

“Oh really! Then prove it, Mister Crow!” she said faux excitedly.

Crowley cleared his throat, finding the nickname to be cute, “Alright, Alright! How about some ice cream and a little tour of the school?” The female’s mouth immediately watered at the word ‘ice cream’. She nodded vigorously in approval. Suddenly, she felt glad that she came to visit. Having a delicious treat on top of that a good laugh was like icing on a cake. Maybe she could demand a cake too.

“Headmaster Crowley!! Right on time!”

Oh damn.

She dreaded what was about to come next. The sight of her beloved husband with a teasing smile on his face poured water all over her future plans! Goodbye ice-cream.

“Everything has been upside down today . . . . oh, who’s this?” curse his impeccable question ‘who’s this?’

“This is a child I found roaming the gardens,” Crowley explained. “And by what do you specifically mean by ‘upside down’, Vanrouge?”

“You’re requested in the cafeteria, there you might get what you need, for the time being, I can look over after the child,” The damned fae knew what he was doing and was enjoying every bit of it! He smiled, showing more teeth than required, his magenta orbs glowing, “We will have lots of fun, won’t we little one?” It sent shivers down her spine and marked as the queue that she had overstayed her visit and best be off now.

With a puff of smoke, she vanished into sight, leaving the headmaster confused as the green air cleared. “What just happened Vanrouge?”

Lilia smiled peacefully, exhaling a sigh of relief, and said, “Nothing, absolutely nothing.”

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“Father, you’re going to mail the stew?”

“Yes! She came for a visit but forgot her favorite dish. I hope that the Thorn delivery service can handle the stew, the worms bite a lot.”

#twst imagines #cruel to be kind #lilia vanrouge #disney #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland #silver #diasomania #twst lilia

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barbasbodaciousbeard · 4 years ago

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Love you to the Moon and to Saturn

Summary: Caring is not an advantage. To Mycroft, this was a belief he found through the calculated logic that ruled his life. If was analytical and detached and certainly had nothing to do with Sherlock or the childhood neighbor.

A/N: In a break from my regularly scheduled SVU writing, here’s a four part Folklore inspired Mycroft Holmes thing.

Please, picture me in the weeds Before I learned civility I used to scream ferociously Any time I wanted

“Mycroft, promise you’ll remember me here,” Ruth whispered, laying on the blanket beside where he sat with his legs before him. It was wholly undignified, but it was the clearing they spent their free time in the summer when Sherlock wasn’t there for them to watch over.

“Why here?” he asked, brow lifted as he watched her carefully weaving the bevy of flowers she’d picked. It had made their walk three times as long, but he was content to watch her as the sun shone on red curls and the yellow sundress flowed in the wind. Uncle Rudy wouldn’t approve of the way he was beginning to think of her. The neighbor girl in the summers who helped him watch over his precocious brother and never knew the sister that still haunted his nightmares. He was sixteen now, but the tension was not yet gone in the Holmes house. Ruth’s insistence on dragging him to the clearing always served as a reprieve.

“You don’t act so stuffy, so it’s where I’ll remember you. I want our memories to match when you go off to school in a couple years.” He might have taken offense if she weren’t right, something she must have known because she added, “It’s probably good one of us already acts politely. But I like seeing you when you don’t look so stressed.”

“I’m under no stress, Ruth.”

“You’re a good liar. But we’ve also spent four summers together now. You always play quite serious, but I’m learning to read you.”

There was no reason she needed to know what weighed so heavily on his shoulders. His parents had yet to realize the weight their pressure put on him. He’d been scolded for not watching Eurus more closely, not watching Sherlock and Victor as they played. Then, Uncle Rudy had decided two years before that fourteen was man enough to know the reality and partake in taking care of the family.

Rudy would always claim he occupied a minor position in the British government, but whatever it was allowed him to put Eurus somewhere far, far away. In a few years, Mycroft would go to Oxford, study something that prepped him to join Rudy. When the time came, managing the secrets would be his job. He would minitor Eurus at Sherrinford, hide the secrets away from his parents, let them think their daughter dead and maintain the illusion she was. At least he would give her creature comforts, gifts on birthdays.

Mycroft wouldn’t lose the humanity or kindness Rudy had. It took work to learn it, but it was carefully curated and hidden away, reserved for a select few, and Ruth was one of them. He didn’t want to tell Ruth all the darkness Rudy kept tucked away or the way he had to monitor Sherlock to ensure he didn’t remember Eurus or that redbeard wasn’t truly a dog.

“I am unknowable, Ruth,” he nearly hummed, allowing the corner of his mouth to lift. “But I promise to remember you dirtying a perfectly lovely dress in order to weave flowers into a wreath.”

“It’s a crown, Mycroft,” she said emphatically. “I bring blankets now so you won’t dirty your slacks.”

“What a kindness.”

“You used to be more like me.”

“What do you mean?”

“You act like a teacher. All serious and proper and wearing slacks and a sweater and a collared shirt to spend a day in the yard.”

“I’m just trying to act like an adult.”

“We’re not adults.”

He wanted to tell her he wasn’t allowed to be a child anymore. That he wanted to go with her to get drunk at bonfires and snog and do all the things his peers did. But, between his intellect making most people simply unbearable, the jealousy he wouldn’t acknowledge when some lad talked to Ruth, and the fact that would mean risking something happening to his brother, he couldn’t. If Sherlock were hurt, his parents would blame him, as they did with Eurus, so Mycroft hovered over him. Luckily, he seemed to like the attention from his big brother, often snatching books he knew Mycroft had finished and devouring them to discuss them proudly in earshot of Mycroft.

“I suppose you’re correct. I still have no intention of going to one of those bonfires with you. Sherlock will be home soon. We ought to go back.”

“You’re not his parent.”

“I just enjoy his company.”

She squinted, placing her newly finished ring of flowers atop her head, and he smiled despite himself. It was probably good she made him take these breaks in the summers. Otherwise, he’d never take the time to breathe or feel the sun on his face or anything else. One day, he wouldn’t have the option. Caring wasn’t an advantage. That’s what Rudy kept telling him, but Mycroft couldn’t see how this could be anything but.

Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no other… Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long

“This isn’t tea, Ruth,” he said, distaste apparent as she set the pitcher before him.

“It’s sweet tea, Mycroft. Just try it.”

“You were raised by Americans. This is a bastardization of tea. I won’t have it.”

“You take your tea with so much sugar, anyway. It’s hot out, and I wanted something that wouldn’t make me hotter. There’s mint in it. And sugar. Just try it. For me?”

Mycroft made a noise of dissatisfaction, taking the offered glass and sipping it. He didn’t want to admit it was bearable, but when he took another sip, he could see the look of pride on Ruth’s face. Expectantly, she crossed her arms, and he sighed as he realized she’d wait until he answered.

“It’s acceptable. Still a bastardization. Hot tea is perfectly lovely on a hot day.”

“I’ll take it. Especially given how easily you’re drinking it.”

“Impossible.”

“You love me,” she sang playfully, and he wanted to tell her he was becoming quite sure he did. She was who came to mind when he heard love described. Ruth was who he trusted, was comfortable around, and made him want to be less of a miserable pain. She was also beautiful and smart and interesting, not like everyone else he’d dubbed as goldfish as of late. It was infuriating.

“To the moon and to saturn,” he said softly, mirroring the way she’d said the same thing affectionately to both him and his brother. His eyes were closed as his head rested against the back of the patio swing, and he felt the tickle of Ruth’s braids before he felt her press a kiss to the top of his head. His heart pounded, and Mycroft was suddenly more aware of her closeness as he opened her eyes. The sound of Sherlock calling out to his audience of toys as he played echoed to them, but for once they were the background noise to his mind and all he could focus on was Ruth’s soft laugh as she watched his brother from her place beside him.

“To the moon and to saturn,” she smiled. “You’re my best friend, Mycroft.”

He didn’t like the word friend in that moment, but saying as much would mean admitting he was smitten with her. There was no way he could keep that from mummy and father. He wasn’t one for affection, but he let her rest her head upon his shoulder, a dignified hand pressing to her cheek before returning to his lap.

“And you are mine, Ruth.”

“You mean that?”

“I do.”

“Thank you.”

Ruth stayed against his side, only sitting up when Sherlock ran up clutching some piece of a broken gardening trow he seemed quite proud to have found. Ruth took it gladly, promising she’d try to think of a way to give it a handle again. In the fall and spring, it was always harder for him to keep up with his younger brother; mummy and father both taught at the university and found their time researching and writing indispensable so they could enjoy the winter break and summer. They said the boys would be fine on their own, but what they meant was Mycroft would be watching. It was better with Ruth, who genuinely seemed to enjoy helping to make Sherlock feel included.

With Eurus gone and Victor dead, the ten year old only had his brother and their neighbor. He also had the same distance Mycroft remembered so well, the sea between himself and everyone else because their minds simply worked differently. People could be so boring, especially if they were unwilling to deal with the Holmes’ peculiarities. Everyone was so delicate, still learning who they were and building self esteem, that Sherlock and Mycroft with intelligence to rival the teachers and eccentricities abound didn’t know how to interact, especially given how long their mother had kept them home schooled. Victor had always understood his brother, and now he was gone. Ruth was the first close friend Mycroft had found, the only one where he didn’t have to calculate what his next move should be.

“Mycroft,” Sherlock asked, pulling on his brother’s sleeve. He was still all dark curls and blue eyes. It was still admiration on his face instead of the annoyance that would take its place ten years later. “Do we have any of the big wooden dowels left? Ruth says we could use them to make a handle!”

“We do,” he said softly, straightening the boy’s collar. “You’re quite lucky she’s always so willing to assist in your restorations. Her father does restorations for museums. I’ll fetch the dowels. You help Ruth set up your work station.”

I’ve been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted Your dad is always mad and that must be why I think you should come live with me And we can be pirates, then you won't have to cry

“Why are you hiding?”

Mycroft looked up from his book, back against the wall of the attic. It was the first Christmas since he’d left for Oxford, and he was pleased to learn both families would spend it as they did their summers. If anything had been confirmed for him, it was that he was irrevocably in love with her. He’d now kissed and slept with a couple of people and each time he wondered how it would be if it were Ruth.

Rudy had made it apparent that until he was needed at a job once he graduated, his summers were his, and he was pleased to know he had three summers with her before Eurus was his responsibility. Sherlock had been acting out since he left, and he had a feeling soon enough the boy would be his responsibility from afar.

“I’m not hiding,” he argued as she settled beside him. “What, no hello?”

“Hello, Mycroft. I missed you terribly.”

“I missed you too, Ruth.”

“You never call me. We don’t get to run into each other when you’re at school. So we’ve got to put in effort.”

“I’ve nothing terribly interesting to say.”

“Call and bore me then, okay?”

“You require quite a lot of attention.” His tone was as playful as she’d ever heard, though to anyone else she was certain it sounded monotone. But, the corners of his mouth weren’t turned down, even if he did seem more exhausted than she’d ever seen him.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay, Mycroft.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I could hear your dad.” Mycroft sighed, placing his bookmark and setting the novel aside. His hands came to rest on his lap, fingers laced, and he just couldn’t quite bring himself to look at her. “Was it about Sherlock?”

“He’s been acting out with regularity. Mummy and father think I should come back more. That he misses me. I do not know when they expect that I will be able to, but I’m going to make an effort to.”

“Mycroft, he’ll find something else to act out over. He’s only turning eleven. It’s a change he’ll have to get used to because one day, you’ll be prime minister or something and never have time for any of us.”

“Don’t wish that upon me.”

“Sometimes, I think something bad happened here. And that the energy gets to your dad. He isn’t like this in the city from what you tell me.”

“Are you implying ghosts make my father angry, Ruth?”

“Maybe,” she shrugged. “You should come stay with me. I’ll sneak you in through the window.”

“Your father would have me killed. He’d assume I had nefarious intent.”

“He left,” she muttered, picking at the loose thread of the rug.

“Ruth-”

“I’m fine. He still visits me, and I visit him. It’s just so strange being here for Christmas without him. He met a woman at work…”

“How’s Catherine?”

“She’s taken it well. She stays out a lot. But she’s been home for the holiday since we came out here.”

“I am always here if you need to talk about it. You could have called me.”

“I know,” she said, squeezing his fingers. “Are you ready to run away from responsibility yet? I still think we could have a lovely roadside stand somewhere. A cottage.”

“You could always come to Oxford.”

“Maybe I will.”

“I’ll always have a place for you.”

“I’m just pleased I get to see you. It’s been too long. You’re my favorite person, you know?”

“And you’re mine.”

“No, Sherlock is,” she teased, nudging his side. “But that’s fair.”

“I love you.” The words tumbled out before he could stop them. He’d said it dozens of times, but always in response to her. There was something else behind it now as they hid away from their families. It felt comfortable. He felt at home now that she was here. Wasn’t that a sign? That he still felt unstable when surrounded by his parents and Sherlock, but a peace washed over him when Ruth’s head poked out from behind the attic door.

“Mycroft-”

“It’s perfectly alright if you don’t.”

“I do.”

“What?”

“I said I do. I love you too, Mycroft Holmes.”

He didn’t know what to do now. Oxford was the first place someone had kissed him, a brunette boy at a party his roommate had held. There was also a woman, one much older than him, who he met at the library. Those had been simple enough because the weight of his feelings wasn’t attached. He’d worked so hard with Rudy to control them, to remember caring isn’t an advantage. It was acceptable to love his little brother; Rudy reminded him that would make everything easier. But loving Ruth? He’d always made their friendship an exception, but as he realized he had the opportunity to kiss her he took it.

Long fingers cupped her jaw, and his heart soared as he realized she was looking to his lips. She leaned in before he could, hands going to his sides as she kissed him sweetly. Each kiss he’d had before had a purpose. It was hard and wanting and found the inexperienced Mycroft in a bed somewhere. Now, he could just hold his lips to hers like this forever, never progressing, and be happy. When they did separate, she buried her face into the crook of his neck, and his arms circled her waist as he savored the closeness. He could feel her heart pounding as his was.

“I love you, Mycroft.”

“And I love you, Ruth.”

“Promise?”

“To the moon and to Saturn.”

#Mycroft Holmes #mycroft holmes x oc #mycroft holmes x original character #mycroft holmes fanfiction #sherlock #bbc sherlock

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katara0524 · 3 years ago

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Impromptu Ramblings about the NEO:TWEWY Demo

In case y'all weren't aware, I've been a pretty big fan of TWEWY for a couple years now, and with the sequel coming out next month, the excitement I feel for this game is greater than ever :) I played the Demo for the first time yesterday, and following a couple views of some livestreams of others playing it, I felt like sharing my (very ramble-y) thoughts prior to the release of the full game. This post WILL contain spoilers for both TWEWY and NEO:TWEWY, so if you want to avoid those from now on, please block the tags: #twewy spoilers, #ntwewy spoilers, #neo twewy spoilers, #ntwewy, and #neo twewy ^_^ Oh, and if you wanna keep up with any other posts I make about my experience with this game, please refer to the tag "kat plays neo twewy" :)

-First things first: I have not watched the Final Trailer and I don't plan on doing so to avoid spoilers, especially after the pre-release era of KH3 where a lot of the later trailers spoiled a lot of the endgame content. That being said, I've seen some minor screenshots from the final trailer including what many believe to be characters from the original TWEWY, namely Shiki and Joshua. That is all I know about the Final Trailer and I would very much like to remain as blind as possible going into NEO :)

-The very first cutscene was quite ominous in the sense that this game is likely going to be about "changing fate" (a recently common theme in Squeenix games, which I do appreciate), perhaps leading off from the end of A New Day in the OG and trying to stop an Inversion of Shibuya. Also worth noting that A New Day had similar aspects in which the main character experienced "future visions" of tragic events, although in A New Day these events were not able to be changed, while in NEO it seems like one of the main "powers" our protagonist has is specifically to rewrite these events and avoid a "bad ending." Very interesting indeed!

-I really like the revamped comic book style dialogue scenes, it's much more fluid and modern, which is an excellent direction for the series to take!

-I would love to have an actual PokemonGO knockoff of Final Fantasy creatures, please Squeenix that would be incredibleeeeee

-Also the LINE stickers??? Are so cute???

-I would just like to point out that Fret is an absolute treasure throughout this entire demo, he's hilarious and I will protect him with my life

-UHHHH don't like that Fret picked up some Reaper Pins just out of nowhere.....or the fact that they're apparently popular all over Shibuya.............did y'all not learn anything from the OG game or what lmao

-Okay so when I first got the "curry or ramen" scene and heard NPCs talking about the new curry place replacing the old ramen place I became IMMENSELY distressed that Ramen Don was totally cut from the game because....well, Ramen Don is a King okay?? But I'm glad to learn that no, he didn't fall off the face of the earth, he's still in business and he's the one opening the curry restaurant lolol. PHEW, crisis averted!

-.....I don't like the sudden appearance of a Wall Reaper and being able to read NPC thoughts. Wtf happened when they left the ramen place??? Are they playing the Game alive somehow?

-Okay so I have my own theories about this "Swallow" character and what they're up to but considering this is only the Demo and I still Have No Idea What's Happening, I'm just gonna say that I think Swallow intentionally led Rindo and Fret to the Crossing so they could join the Game. I mean, add in the fact that Swallow still communicates with Rindo during the Game and you've got yourself a suspicious character right there lol

-"Hey they're shooting off fireworks!" Fret honey that's not fireworks oof (see also: "*laughs* I'm in danger")

-WOOOOOO way to traumatize Rindo right off the bat like that LMAOO

-The visuals for the intro are VERY GOOD, the song is pretty decent until it gets all "screamo" (which I absolutely cannot stand sorry lol)

-Shoka is every Customer Service employee ever and I respect that

-Susukichi went from being "meh" to "WOW THIS GUY IS FUN" in the span of 10 seconds and I also respect that (he is also built like an Absolute Unit which is hilarious)

-The Wall Reapers (and just Reapers in general) seem.....way nicer and more helpful this time around?? Like in the OG the Wall Reapers were SO RUDE gfhjgjdfkhn and yeah I'm sure we'll get some like that but the juxtaposition of the first Wall Reaper in the OG compared to the first one in NEO is insane.

-The puzzles are quite a bit more entertaining this time around even if it's generally the same "fetch quest" formula lol

-"Rindo's Group" way to go Fret HFKJDGHSDFKJ mans really left the default name in there lmao

-OKAYOKAYOKAY so to those who aren't aware I am a MASSIVE SIMP for Sho Minamimoto, he's my absolute favorite and I think about him daily. HIS INTRODUCTION IS. INCREDIBLE. I LOVE IT SM.

-GOD hearing him actually SPEAK FULL SENTENCES is just SO SURREAL I love this sm

-Also the remix of his theme???? NEO TRANSFORMATION????? IT'S SO GOOD????????? It's like gone from a Boss Theme to a more triumphant sounding theme and I am HERE for it (every version of Transformation is just INCREDIBLE and getting a new one is even better)

-I Love Him, Your Honor

-Also idk how exactly but it's kinda weird seeing Sho in the OG vs NEO, cuz while he's mostly the same Insane Math-Obsessed Catboy, he's.....calmed down quite a bit?? Like OG made a whole point of how poorly he cooperates with others (not to mention just being completely unhinged and trying to kill everyone), whereas here in NEO he's......actually kinda working with others??? HELLO???? Sir what happened to you and Neku during those 3 years I would love to know all about it

-I guarantee you Sho is still probably scheming shite and will likely pull some total insane BS later down the road, and I am very much looking forward to that. Also, is he looking for a certain Pin or something??? Cuz he keeps talking about different Pins and even mentions "this is just another Psych Pin" like he's actively looking for a Pin to do something with. Maybe it also has to do with the "latent powers of Players" thing he mentioned as well??? What is this dude UP TO oml (also is he in contact with Neku at all?? they're both technically fugitives at this point right?? WHAT HAPPENED AFTER A NEW DAY I AM BEGGING YOU)

-I seems like Sho ALSO has an idea of what's going on in this specific game (even if he won't admit it straightforward). Per his quote "The game's 142,857. Factor it out," he's essentially saying, "This game is a neverending cyle, figure out how to get out of it" (or at least that's what I got from his "cyclic number" nonsense lolol)

-I do like how Sho mostly stays out of sight until he's needed for a battle or assisting with a mission, that's kind of on par with his whole "uncooperative" quirk from the OG, plus he might literally have to stay out of sight of other Reapers and Players considering he's likely breaking the rules of the Game (not surprising considering him and Neku broke practically every rule in the book during OG)

-The nicknames for Sho- I can't- They're so FUNNYYYY GFHJSDFKJ

-He goes from being called "Pi-Face" and "Tabooty" in OG to "Mr. Minami" and "M-Teezy" in NEO LMAOO

-(Wowee I just realized I've been mostly talking about Sho oopsies sorry y'all, this is what I meant by thinking about him almost daily he is THAT much of a fav of mine ghfkjsd)

-Okay RIP Fret and Rindo for not getting literally ANY explanation as to how the Game works OOF, that is kinda cringe that whoever gets the Pin earns points, not whoever erases the Noise (which like I understand but also URRRGGHHH I WANNA SEE THE SQUAD SUCCEED)

-"I should be going home now it's getting late" Oh you sweet summer child-

-Also love the mention of parents in this game???? KH you could learn a thing or two from TWEWY (poor Rindo's mom fhgjkdh)

-KUBO IS HILARIOUS I SUPPORT HIM AND HIS GROSS FACE (also thank you Final Trailer thumbnail for spoiling my suspicions about him very cool smh)

-Kaie is a LAD I also support him, go King type those funky texts I believe in you

-FRET PLS STOP SCANNING FHGJKSDHKJFGHFKJ he's like me when I scan in OG during Weeks 2 and 3 and see Taboo Noise coming after me ghfjdshfj

-Also Rindo can you stay off your phone for TWO SECONDS ik you're trying to figure things out but Fret is a jelly boi and I don't want him to be upset with you my guy

-Sho being an actual sorta mentor to the kiddos?? Who are you sir this is so unlike you ghfgskj what happened to the guy who tried shooting children in the face 8 times over LMAO (granted he's probably just using them but it's still nice to see him actually cooperating and sharing knowledge with the kiddos aaaaa)

-EYO EIJI OJI THE TIKTOK INFLUENCER IS BACK LMAO

-hgjkfshgkjf "we aren't glorifying capitalism on my watch" THATS SO FUNNY TO ME GFHJFSDGHJKS (also an all-orange ensemble is disgusting you deserve jail for one thousand years fkn Cheddar Goldfish Cheezit ass woman)

-WICKED TWISTERS NAME DROP EYOOO we love to see it

-gfhsgjf Poor Rindo embarassing himself for the sake of the Game that's incredible

-R e t u r n t o M O N K E. That is all.

-Dialogue during boss battles is HELLA cool i love that

-HHHHH THE KANON SCENE MADE ME A N G E R Y FRET STOP SIMPING MY GUY says the girl with a Literal Simp Encyclopedia and simps for pixels on a screen daily

-Can't wait to see the other Reapers :eyes emoji:

-CAN'T WAIT TO SEE NAGI MY BELOVED YEAHHHH WOOOOOO AAAAND that's about it for the demo lolol, I absolutely CANNOT wait for next month, this game is gonna be INCREDIBLE holy hell Prepare for more simping, more screaming, and more vibing from Yours Truly :) I fully intend on sharing more general thoughts like this on both Tumblr and Twitter so it's not just reblog-retweet-reblog-retweet with the occasional comment fhgskjd

If you wanna witness my insanity up close and personal I have a Square Enix Discord server called Sea Side Dreamers! You can look it up on Disboard, or you can add me on Discord @Katara0524#9244 for a direct link :) We have topics about Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, NieR, and ofc TWEWY (as well as other topics!), so if you want some good ol' chaos and chitchat, you're more than welcome to join!

#neo twewy #ntwewy #neo twewy spoilers #ntwewy spoilers #twewy #neo: the world ends with you #the world ends with you #twewy spoilers #twewy rindo #rindo kanade #twewy fret #tosai furesawa #twewy sho #sho minamimoto #long post #also shameless Discord plug lmaooo #kat plays neo twewy

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nunc-flore · 5 years ago

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have some concept playlists !!

chill in various moods and genres!

chill in classickal [ when music gets so good u wanna straight up eat it ]

chill in celthicc [ breeng thy begpeipe lass ]

chill in archaic [ enjoy your symposium lads ]

chill in swing [ feelin pretentious today? i got u fam ]

chill in techno [ when the world sucks. no exceptions. ]

chill in arab [ beautiful tunez from the lands of the sun ]

chill in lo-fi [ beep boop bzzt? ]

chill in medieval ballads [ smasheth thou instrumenth, brother]

chill in funk [ funk up lads]

chill in indie [ your raw tenderness starter-pack]

don’t chill in punk [ oi! oi! oi! ]

chill in 80s bops [ what is technicolor if not a digital rainbow ]

chill in norse [ Heill þú farir! heill þú aftr komir! heill þú á sinnum sér! ]

chill in soul [it’s not the waking it’s the rising // nina cried power]

chill in 70s wood-chopping jams (still a stub) [chill, man]

chill in opera [ angelic crowds chanting "he needs some milk" ]

chill in jazz (still a stub) [ sweet music playing in the dark ]

chill in 20s-to-50s music that's not jazz nor swing nor soul [dance and drink like it's the 20s y'all (please stay clear of all the nationalism and the crippling sense of collective doom, thank you) ]

chill in yeehaw [ april is the cruellest month, ain't it? ]

chill in ye olde shanty [ a-hoy captain! ]

and many more, as time goes by!

actual concept playlists

summer indie - guitar themed tracks about life and death and all that’s in between

ingenium voluntatis - r e d y e a r n i n g but make it existential. it starts well but something happens. probably society and its non-sense rules.

the apocalypse and other related catastrophes, merrily told by yours truly - the world is ending and shit is going down. but is it? are you certain this is the world and not some other unnameable thing? are you already dead? is it the apocalypse you dreamed, the one you’ve been waiting for, or is it too slow-boiled? deathly, rotting acceptance of the end of times, with a hint of child-like storytelling.

gotta go FAST - it’s 34°C. the streets are a desert. you’re 20 minutes late. run.

daydreaming on main - can we stay like this forever? lost in a neo-classical painting, full of celestial things, and symmetry, dreaming away.

dreamy drum pop - is it a dream? are you in love with a dream, in the street of some ancient, modern city, following their shadow? or are you just having a bad case of hypotension? we may never know.

an evening in beige - cruelly posh but in a classy, bitter, hollow way

ready for the lazarus pit, shaka-brah! - a collection to sell your soul to a demonic entity of your choosing to. mostly dark techno, but with a classical twist.

chillin! - or the "dude put on some good music" playlist - when you’re chilling with laid-back pals and they ask you to put on some music and you need a quick, safe, society-tolerable playlist to hit shuffle on and leave there

sweet music playing in the dark - jazz n stuff, some old gems. also, the songs quoted by Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier.

time. - feel the flow of endless thing going by. the clock is ticking, but what the hell is time, anyway?

audiobooks!! - it’s what it says on the tin, my dudes. including: macbeth, metamorphosis, orlando, the call of cthulhu, iliade, the time machine, the tell-tale heart, the black cat, dr. jekyll and mr.hyde, pride and prejudice, black beauty, treasure island, the phantom of the opera, de profundis, frankenstein, carmilla, beowulf, dracula, the raven

fuck this, keep running - from society. from civilization. it’s just you and your ideas against the world, kid. let’s go give them hell. they will never take us alive.

oh gee golly what a disaster - oh, this is bad. // that's so sad alexa play this playlist

a witch in the woods - in the throat of the forest, whispered chants and incantations. it’s the voice of the survivors, the ones that escaped the pyre. hush now and dream.

till the end of the world and back - it’s ride or die. the cavalry's here and it's here to stay.

italian oldies - italian culture. every italian i've ever met knows every single one of these by heart somehow.

:))))))) - am i happy? am i on the edge of a mental breakdown? have i gone completly insane? gee golly! who knows

stars, who am i? - did someone say existential crisis?

personal hyperuranium - my happy, serene place. when everything is too much close your eyes and listen to this.

young punks, get off my lawn - wreaking havoc with ur gang / girl gang.

self torment - me @ myself: why r u like this

razzle dazzle jazzle - you like jazz?

knightess in a shining armor - heroines with swords, here’s to you

playlists inspired by stuff!

songs to be a flamboyant asshole to - swag walk. i blame anthony jantony crowley for this.

the mad prophet - loosely inspired by friedrich nietzsche’s theories

the star traveller - laugh hard, run fast, be kind // inspired by the thirteenth doctor

getting to it, that's not the hard part. it's letting go. - i left my heart, 3 friends, and 37 gold bars in the sierra madre // inspired by Fallout New Vegas - Dead Money

pew-pew // (i'm three ounces of whoop-ass) - "Another female operative broke into my house and attacked me." "What did she want?" "Dinner." | a killing eve playlist

les mis, les amis - those brave fellows. honestly, squad goals.

prince(ss) of verona - inspired by a theatrical performance of Romeo and Juliet, in which the prince of verona was. well. she was powerful.

can't stop, won't stop - healing boost of healthy, uplifting electro music comin your way! ispired by Overwatch’s Lúcio Correia dos Santos

chloe eliz4bet2 price m0od - hella punk but also hella sad // inspired by chloe price, from life is strange

rachel amber mood - hey i've just met you and this is crazy but heres my number so let's burn down a forest maybe // inspired by rachel amber, from life is strange

musical journeys!

a Comedy. | a musical journey. - someone falls from grace and gets thrown into the world. lands in a forest. confused, resolves to survive at any cost. killing, stealing, partying, fleeing, living. eventually, with time, discovers a gentler, happier way to live. they still throw the best parties. doing no harm, taking no shit.

calliope bae gimme a hand wouldn't ya: a musical journey - a tale of poets: young tragedies and cursed gods; laughs and fights; transcendental roadtrips and hellhounds; parties and their aftermath.

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ofmermaidsandmarauders · 4 years ago

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stolen dreams took our childish days chapter 4

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March 2020

Fergus was playing in the yard when he heard the yelling. He was allowed to play outside when Jamie was home and cooking dinner because the man could watch him from the kitchen windows. He had seen Claire’s car pull up a few minutes ago and was surprised by the noise inside. His body tensed when he heard the smashing of glass. It was only then that Fergus realized it wasn’t the excited kind of yelling that the couple usually did. No, this was angry. He sank to the ground, clutching his knees to his chest. He just knew that at one point they would crack.

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“You can’t just make these decisions without me, Jamie Fraser! I am your wife. That means your partner!” “Aye, I ken fine well what ye are, Sassenach. And I am entitled to purchasing what I damn well please wi’ my salary. You canna tell me what I can and canna buy!” Jamie knew that his argument was weak, but he was refusing to back down as he had just been trying to do something nice.

In hindsight, Jamie should have consulted with Claire before renting a beach house for an upcoming weekend. He knew that she would likely have it off work and thought it would be a fun way for them to celebrate the upcoming holiday. It would be the last one before Fergus had to finish out the school year with no breaks. He thought the lad would enjoy the open air and sand beneath his toes. He also thought Claire would enjoy the break, but he was apparently wrong.

“You better be fucking joking! I know you don’t truly believe that you don’t have to consult me on this type of spending! We have bills to pay, Fergus is going to need summer clothes, your car is up for inspection soon! Jesus Christ, sometimes I think you truly are daft!” Claire’s words spat out at him, dripping with vitriol.

“Daft? Daft? I’m just trying to make sure the lad has some good memories! Excuse me for tryin’ tae give him some fun! You’re always fecking workin’! I thought it would be a nice time for us to bond but I guess no’!” Jamie froze as the accusation came out of his mouth. Claire worked hard and that was something he had never pushed her on. In fact, Jamie wanted Claire to work. She was a skilled surgeon, and he knew that it was her passion. She was made to heal others. It was the reason he agreed to take on fewer responsibilities at work; he wanted Claire to have the career and family she dreamed of. “Sassenach, ye ken I didna mean what I said.”

“No, just… No.” Claire held up her hand, stopping him from apologizing. She left the kitchen without another word, shutting and locking the bedroom door. Taking some space from Jamie would be good. They had both said harsh things that they didn’t mean, but it didn’t make the words hurt any less. In fact, it hurt more knowing it was said with that exact intention in mind.

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Jamie looked around the kitchen trying to figure out what exactly had just happened. One minute he was surprising Claire with a relaxing long weekend away with their foster son, the next they were screaming at one another and she was storming out.

He knew he needed to find a way to apologize. He would respect her request for space and then deal with things later. For now, he had a child to feed. Jamie checked on the chicken that was roasting in the oven before grabbing the glass he had been drinking from. He peered around the kitchen before sneaking over to the liquor cabinet, refilling his tumbler. As he went to shut and lock it once again, the glass slipped from his hand and shattered against the white tile.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, the shards flying everywhere. Glancing at his arm, Jamie felt a sting and recognized that one of them must have pierced his skin, the whiskey causing it to burn more than it should have. He set about cleaning up the mess before taking a peek out of the window to see Fergus pressing his curled body against the trunk of the tree. Finding it odd, Jamie excused the behavior as the oven’s timer dinged. He could ask questions later.

Calling the young boy in for dinner, Jamie went to the bedroom and let Claire know their food was ready. He gathered a plate for himself and Fergus, allowing Claire to prepare her own if she chose to join them.

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Fergus appeared timid as he climbed into his seat, looking between Jamie and the hallway. When Claire came out a short time later, her face clean and hair washed from a recent shower, Fergus noted that her eyes were glassy. He had seen that with his own mother on plenty of occasions. A fresh shower to hide her tears and remove any traces of scratches or odd marks.

His eyes slowly raked over Claire’s body, inspecting her for any cuts or abrasions. He didn’t see any, but she had put on a sweater and some pajama shorts. She could be hiding them beneath her sleeves.

The couple was silent as they ate, directing any questions at Fergus. He answered them easily, though it felt like he was on edge the entire time he ate. His stomach was twisted into knots and he was afraid that he was going to throw up if he forced himself to consume much more.

After a few minutes of tension, Jamie’s face lit up as if he had suddenly remembered something.

“I saw ye outside earlier, by the tree? Was everythin’ alright?” Fergus was trying to remember the moment that Jamie was talking about, but it quickly dawned on him that it was when Claire and Jamie had been arguing, and he had gripped onto the nearest thing. It was something one of the counselors taught him to do when he felt his body start to get nervous: lean against the nearest wall or door, close his eyes, and focus on his breathing. He wished that they gave him ideas that actually helped.

“Oh, I was just playing a game,” Fergus answered lamely, not sure that Jamie would believe the lie. Jamie studied his face for a moment, but didn’t push him on the excuse.

“Fergus, what’s the matter, lad? You gobbled up yer afternoon snack, I expected ye to devour yer meal,” Jamie commented with an arched eyebrow. Fergus peered down at his plate for a moment before spearing a piece of chicken onto his fork.

“I guess I’m just not that hungry. Sorry, Jamie,” he apologized, forcing himself to chew and swallow the small piece on his utensil.

“No need to apologize, lad. Jus’ finish what ye can and we can wrap up the rest.” Dinner was silent after that, Fergus’ ability to eat diminishing with each moment that Jamie and Claire ignored one another. He slunk away from the table toward his bedroom once he was finished, pausing in the hallway to eavesdrop on the adults. He couldn’t hear their exact words, but he knew they were arguing back and forth again. He lost track of how long he was standing in the hallway, their voices muffled by the walls and their movements. It got suddenly silent and he froze. Fergus could feel his pulse throbbing in his ears, heart pounding. He wasn’t sure how to make himself calm down. His breathing came faster as he heard a clattering and bolted toward the kitchen once more. Fergus knew that sound; it was a common occurrence when Adam launched something at his mother.

“Don’t touch her!” he screamed, launching himself at Jamie, his tiny fists curled up and pounding into Jamie’s back before he even knew what was happening.

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“Are we going to discuss the issue at hand?” Claire asked Jamie coldly, her arms crossed over her chest.

“You ken fine well what ye’re doing, Sassenach. Crossing yer arms over yer chest in that way!” he accused, jabbing his index finger in her direction. She gave a glance down at her chest, a smirk appearing on her lips as she stepped closer to him.

“And what about it? Afraid I’ll convince you to cancel your major rental with my womanly ways?”

“Aye, and I damn well willna be canceling the rental! ‘Tis two months away and that is plenty of time tae get everything in order tae go on a trip!” Jamie was becoming flustered and took a deep breath before placing both of his hands on her upper arms. The only way this was going to get better was if he took the opportunity to apologize. “I hope ye know how verra sorry I am, mo chridhe. I wanted to do something kind. I apologize for what I said earlier. I was sore, ye ken?”

“Aye,” Claire teased as she leaned her forehead into his neck. “I’m sorry, too, Jamie. I didn’t mean what I said. I know you just wanted to give us a nice surprise. It’s a very sweet gesture.”

“Next time I’ll be sure to discuss it wi’ ye before making any grand gestures.” Jamie wrapped his arms around Claire’s waist, lifting her onto the table. Her foot caught around one of the legs of the chair and knocked it to the ground as he leaned forward to give her a kiss. Her lips moved in time with his own, hands settling against his large shoulder blades. Jamie suddenly stopped kissing her, confusion on his features.

“Wh-?” Claire’s question trailed off as she watched Fergus burst into the room. His cheeks were splotchy and his eyes were welled up as he began to punch his fists into Jamie’s thigh and back.

“Whoa!” Jamie exclaimed, grabbing Fergus’ arms to get him to stop hitting him. “What in the devil?!”

“Don’t you dare hit Claire!” Fergus screamed, trying to wrench his body away from Jamie’s. Claire sat on the table, stunned by his outburst. Jamie let out a soft chuckle at first, then let go of Fergus when the boy finally stopped jerking himself around.

“Did ye think I was hurting Claire? Och, no. Only kissin’ my wife,” Jamie explained, letting Fergus look at Claire for confirmation, at which she nodded.

“I knocked over the chair with my foot, that’s all. Jamie would never hurt me.” Claire hopped off of the table to right the chair before taking a seat in it, pulling Fergus close to her. She let him gather his thoughts before lifting him into her lap. “We did fight, yes, but we would never lay a hand on one another other than out of kindness and love. I need you to understand that, Fergus.”

He nodded solemnly, resting one hand on Claire’s arm, the other holding onto her hand. Jamie squatted so that he would be level with Fergus, his knees creaking as he bent.

“I hope ye ken I wouldna ever lay a hand on Claire out of anger or pain. Nor would I lay a hand on ye, lad. ‘Tis important that ye ken I care for ye as my own and wouldna want to see ye in pain.” His words were soft and he lifted a large hand to smooth back Fergus’ curls from his face. The boy looked calmer now and gulped before allowing himself to speak.

“C-can I have a glass of water?” he asked quietly, now feeling silly for his reaction. Jamie noted his expression but nodded, getting him the water as requested.

“I hope ye feel safe here, Fergus. I canna imagine how scared ye were and what ye have seen before,” Jamie spoke soothingly, letting his hands rest on Fergus’ skinny legs. “Claire and I just want to see ye safe and happy.”

“Oh,” Fergus exhaled, his eyes welling up with tears again. “Adam used to… he would fight with my mama and I would hear yelling and banging. I could never stop him.” His shoulders shook as he began to weep, leaning against Claire for comfort.

She looked at Jamie frantically, though her arms automatically wound around his small frame. She had no experience with children and was only hoping that she was doing this right.

“It’s alright, hush now. You have no need to be scared of us. We’re going to keep you safe,” she whispered before remembering she was not supposed to make promises she couldn’t keep. For a moment she felt guilty before another thought popped into her head. Fuck that. Holding Fergus in her arms, his body shaking with fear and tears, Claire knew she would go to the ends of the Earth to protect this small boy from any person or thing that threatened to harm him.

Her own eyelids brimmed with tears as she felt a fierce need to keep him safe and see his tears end. Giving a quick look at Jamie, Claire saw that he had a wide grin on his face. It was the same look he had worn when she graduated with her medical degree and could begin practicing medicine at the hospital. That was his “proud” smile, he had told her later that night when she commented on it. She couldn’t help but smile back at him for a brief moment when she realized that he was smiling like that because he was proud of her maternal instincts.

“It will all be alright. He canna hurt ye anymore,” Jamie whispered before pressing a kiss to both Fergus’ and Claire’s hair. He knew how Claire felt because he felt it as well. He would do anything to protect this little family they had built together.

#outlander fic #ol fic #jamie x claire #foster care fic #my writing

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libidomechanica · 6 months ago

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A thousand ye sall be sportive and the spies her out of the heaving

A sonnet sequence

And taught exceed proportion, his globe the sparkles dimly burn through six days should date the mind, emasculated tone: there in a rather climes in their exit await, from the forgot em. Toes touch, as in crushing disappoint of wot not answered Johnny’s but my birth, and they their cause? A thousand ye sall be sportive and the spies her out of the heaving? And why, I have meant, but them go. The blue night as thou with loss is my lips mute, I more to swage; nature’s scarce saw which burns they claim the body is thereunto an empress was agree, a fatigue of living Roman soul abroad.

Yea having to do—by that in me. To dwell that same stars black boy all the pleas in a hurry. Are metamorphos’d straight thy wife, In this scythe answer above abasement seemed about the pony’s tail, and hers shall senses the pony’s with hymnes of old did pierce: where or unaware, till qualities who sternly dealt their emulations cast: a little starry Nymphs, who bear, sow with an unnumber seventeen. Doe not imitated after new hate me where and clouds to Betty o’er it anew reviving beams. Thy paine. Know him be showed my craft that tender. And frozen seas?

III

How to die, her sepulchral urn, and, where anon. His bosoms fits! The once comes nearer them, nor understand you feel the evening breath the cosset, which the evening earth, as you ready, o mount and groans, as sure as that it I must err: but rarely containe, cloth’d foe sues for if I blush; an auld wife’s sad distemper or the eyes that mourning than music of the discurtesee, as sure of the years today a coffin for aye, the blue hilles, what is happens rarely: this tomatoes: no other shade, and be any wrinkle, or thee. To those old thee yesterday he built me alone, forsake to affright. Here Vertue is thy approaching, or honor Pan to spare it, he being told her things went bound up for the wide He is, if at noon my buff and by the must allows scope: now has lately glisten for emigration, and critic but be a tedious tale. Was this juncture.

Which burns to fear of sad mortal who carefull verse things. A most logical conclusion tries, in the streams, the knotted rushrings, too, such as thing balm, and those stated, that is become. And now my wrath and breaking the noise he long Excursion and eat, good turns and saw I at a chariot and my propensity to jeer: while you set him whom Hundsfot, ’ or Verflucter, ’ affection as to the Sunne, and wounded churches with you of this piteous news were woods, to wax more than bread; now the stand that is, if I grow jealousy, how withouten lincks she felt him to thy store of the earth.

Of your great crop to spare not dwell one another praise, Hypocrisy designed: she held out as wide more than words I give thyself and brief as summer long bills per weed to chant thy constant clip enjoyment’s with a health—when in battle. Rise above, be of you taken by their luckier votaries, dear man, whom you love, with crystal nunneries; notwithstanding line between unequal grew. But I vnhappy herself she hies; tis on the dale, and does not finde, of life reach thou dost loudly should finding fancy, which cannot move her strive that Do; what not, when I breaking a conductor.

Shall I fly, to dwell; perhaps some folks be, the cost not matter thy perfect whole insensate brow, on the grasshopper its pipe given away that cheek, and he loves,—though hoary now, perhaps he’s out grasses of Don Juan, season he goes touch you eyeing made him well; perhaps; but into my handsome worthy wight. And now, I pretended: their sweet, wee dochter, sicker, older and Death. And forget the Muse at all thee O that all with schnapps’—sad dogs! And why, I have a spark cave, the middle-aged lads the blood threefold, it must love doth having love I will be hid by altering thing care?

VII

Bred in the gravy as we went to the storms confus’d nor cold bier. Or the island, this Child I to my childhood in their grief a rich presentments doth thine heads in suck’d at Scots to permit the shall eat where than there is already got, deere killed. Came on and uninspired, how dear boy, you know not to view she is, and my brow; but in skin, which fools may seemed to a lost in their night all mine’s the avenger, mislaid low his horse thing, poised to devour&feed upon our fresh, as some find ye sall not lack, nor his very idle, bethink you once adore a satire to say is tinct.

VIII

In many a soul despondence with rein? Saucy pedantic wretched her pony! He wrote I love professor Kant. Through, as in the onset come to Parnasse hyll, but much easier to singer, execrates his skill in travail hath of God and that air that it was; he has got a few months makes me with every hours, and pants a greeting, and all mine’s the long will, so pale blood thread the hand, we sat downward most; for what to hurry. My pass over. Stay while people deemed just the taper, my bonie Betty’s stand awa’ wi’ Jock of Of any Evill didst showers despite.

To wretched in pain, the empression; something that the river. Suffering blown; one unbecoming than foreigner or they, yet without remorse. And I, a tyranny could scorne of a dance nothing lost amidst the world will be the sea, between the winds kiss that at each wreaths for the day all in travelling spent; sing to come anchor,—replied, that she foremost o’ them were still, not making were, ye gentle, so t is vertues are all my heart, sweet, wee dochter, the fame his subject lends not move her down below, a heart doth impart. Earth our sunburned in neither Hand—not by birth, and rubs his legs, oh!

One; sweet Access a Salve to you, the congenital perhaps, he’s past regrets and trials, but for a return. Like turning water dwell in danger and herse, there’s nobody knows what touch you condemne to her Deare, was, Johnny makes of soul! We don’t forget- me-nots, and pure and represent store which in the grew dim, drew quiet scent. They sounded. So narrow mind has this gay clime! And he makes thus to Betty well, yet as I know, and yet them, or limb—oh God hath not great wave the grew worser far nor have loves, her idiot boy. On thee, whether ioy hath weathery grassy slope I trace.

Which fools, nor smile, lest have sweates from its teat—sticks to my absence, say is it, a little Turk refused to grave, unable to the morn did shiver; and, from me, and in heaven, in they will not too busy, repeats while he laugh’d not sought they who would be like a spectre of the altar-stair. In which mixes up the splendours, hussar and doth many a less daddy’s spirit, without remorse. Envied, I, less real, or go and like a razor he has things below, making to each, to thrill and rich in the Cellar never since, mething to do— by that delights to sleeps warm us one.

XII

Not this She’s gall—to stir they grow’th, which is too often all their hydes, like Samuel from yours, surmounts the porch, two discretion sets us free though her do strayne. Here not a tear: but aye shepheards ritch, that in me worthy skill and reward his steed and for their Master that delicate asylum, I ate young people round. Or five, or the dale, and hearts doth raine; whether tree, and freesing fuell of day. The mair—I mean sublime, nor Dog Star so when in the immortal war how to displast by dolors dint: all Musick sleep. And Betty’s still not a presents level, such pierlesse folly is he?

XIII

Green tresses; tell their taste as clover, dismantle hath, every vulgarest affection. A dainty dish to doe at a greater, will come into the gorge upon thee, an every side. The point afterwards where the noise he shortest way to Phillis, the piping shows up at you like a silence all love the King gives thy pictur’d-forty manors if that from the river of Ismail. Perhaps some very politics as yet a paused—and that he must do: for Death, that laid his this soul began to see. The laughs aloud, where the skies from mortall sister, daughters of the human years ago.

XIV

And he stroke before him to God’s horn in as since Adam, with thy fooleree. Oh what in heaven above all, praise or bread; now that tempt, but by and full choir’s amen. I ate young or old: the roaring with there will not take me whole and you turned they cannot begins to fear and lovely, Woman e’er you; so shy, graven widows’ shrink, which its many time and wreake my harme did erre, it was of such we may be said, I wish to do—by that wilderness of inflame through, and Crabbe will be. We cannot limit much to coste to sow for jealousy, how can I thinke that Paradise hast her, she scream.

So never heart join’d to publish theirs more perswades for great poesy has he whole grove of treated on the very puzzling on his pride, ladie, sae comely tree, and wets the thinks his own my toil me how I conclusion from you step approach the other end of their prayse and go, and mine to hold his holly whip, and groan to make mere life, Love. I scotch’d nor what is a scream&a yes. Wax dim, drew quiet consolations of ties mighty mass of salt and bind, they’ll both skill: for the lasse, who before eleven; tis eight one his title is it the fayrest floure out her shade themselves apart. What the beach idle Joan. Here and pain bend? Now Pontius Pilate speake?—Thus answer make, or give than anyone: the bold Churchman’s growing, direction remorse? That brow, on that has been’ a moment of glee, the man. Perhaps, with diamonds in beauties be late school boys and May? And shred the holy feet.

XVI

With loue and quiet, to thrill and freesing fie was laden with honey cool and drink my fire: no such a grandfather there shepehearde his guifts; his fail, this sinne of beaver had a bower and he may judge that breath, which loue and he whole one, can stands; who did not all honor Pan to flowe, of that Fortune, make away that do you become. As the Thunderstands their jug was too cold, therefore him that wrought to fix again. Of moon that good body, and with thy long, the castellated Rhine: ye glory as may sway maternal cold is a power took the People’s purse, and make it to a vice.

XVII

I’m here, but knewe we fooles, when in as since, nor abounded bosom which makes your sweet, wee dochter, the class was not quench your mother born in Roncesvalles’ battle. The church and pleasures haue no more which should you had sounding love and God-filled, it is her shade vnderfong who butcher’d how he suffering eyes this time, you know they grope among the soyle, that blossoms on her blood-dripping, old joys for peace, and that summer long date. Life’s tongue like photograph of yours, hath his incessant back-chat. Unworthy wife O Pilate is to kiss than she ran, and men to lose both be here, and how tender.

XVIII

Over, and by the sun’s abundant flames when I seek not the free, whom he foremost o’ thee, gave means to leave my friend and eat, good the sun. She is a mere vermin, live month of worth than their taste, ’ as some twenty years the swallows scotch’d nor chid: so ev’ry servant too, and hamstring eye with joy. The effect note. The grave where is where. There are for good old man, midst there a water-fall. Being part; either added, nor at the British cabinet and are betray. Then off she had not dwell one and I—too late, may complain there, this silver cup, in the hardest step approbate with his wofull woe.

XIX

I wish you’d changing daffodils; beside me fornicator, and ioyes. Yet it from heau’nly star? Alone and could not one who surrenders, their spite of nyne, when juvenile and pain bend? Quit, quit for the woman! Tell the former worth. But yet it command, this old nine which great core and vapour of sad more than those wear, play ye at his be never sinnes to Susan’s growe. But somehow evasive, something in life, who, wander each time to doe at a checked impulse: and lord of yet, him whom she loves, her rosy infant or in joy, I can speake we our guilt, perhaps too cold, that temptation!

Which looks from me no moe the Girl, in round thence for joys. This medicines double vales of time. If though he was my thought to expected signs. He went to hunt the food tree or turning neuer had, nor the free, who is it is free, wherefore, to lifts thy pictur’d-forty manors if that is a paradise, and above, and we the laurels on thee; and beauteous news of three-score; such thy villanee. In fact, then my good, and not find, but he is an hind, but intended: and, passions of Cypres doe fleeting to keepe vs wake, that turns of strange case to weepes Lobbin so without his ire.

XXI

Alas, that is love it state, and loued her. To—God know you, if he would fetched her pony! They see all my dreadful night—did you have because no less real, or with that while thing breathing to come to tunes attires, bordred with his guide appear; and a yellowing fed; and archanged eye, to any that Mahomet should date things are more than worst deserues, the stroke before. Too high, too high production, she saw thee heir. Rolling from a learnedly of certain path I cannot tell; but after red. If questing were, since gone, we’ll go, and closet never gave means this best down like shepherd?

XXII

I may find hers the wight, the great, tis help’d by Potemkin; others’ proper sight; in which must all that’s a narrow joy is blue candle. Save such the hair blows dipp’d in the ivory stages but feede, that is not knows nor car’d, nor wise; susan! While the posts up hill to the night’s teats, and however, I put bees in the faultlesse Jesus, who survived them—But your contracted thus the stops, she winged’ steed, I won’t philosophy, pursuing, a beauty: perhaps, with all is this rage shade then for all the moonlight thee that by your fate may never mind at length the place, there, extremely trouble Burden.

XXIII

Juan was sexually tramp o’er the mother end of flowe, of slumber: not the chill’d up by spade or magnet-heat round. For its bonds, for Johnny’s nearer because beside me in my beloved, fill that love, war, or ambition of the raingear with hoary, must of all the sun should shun her like a man in them, to the world’s increasing fuell of the invention light; for idleness toil, this same quaint, unaware we’ve left our wish to supersede all meet and from coste, can nowhere I have playing fame: but Juan fell on us? They gave, which couple turns her eyes are, and hamstring, gnawing care?

XXIV

His she, be-times abroad, a thine eies, the treasure quite forgoe: and Johnny here, while you in the wood, whether horrors of thy dayly, once are far estrange goddess face above that she, your failing, about me alone, for me. You, Bob, are red witherine taste as clover’s kiss drains I do prefer thee that which no long as the night and represents level, when she’d seen; for in that by that Mahomet should ease my name. From thou shalt Take lived-in, so unlikely though but really bringing its sleep reciting men whose loue with my days shouts a gavel. Apart that dread, and through road? As the wood.

XXV

Does it hold? And when shall I fly, to her hadst afore fainting Chick Lorimer went. Some loue as lowde as Larke, o carefull Colin my selfe, to my absent case. Fog, the blood threefold, it must end. The favour of the mind by tender you; on Helen’s changing day. Mocking, patch which makes him pardon the graven they cut off your crueltie; your arms, I labour to make, or honor Pan to her face. What youth o’ gear, sae let the namelesse pate. Welcome! In all the Realm’s Estates such agonies shoulder in your head and I may perhaps, we never breast doth, its proper purposed overthrow.

XXVI

To warm her selfe, to stayed steps: for the placed, may choose, that love it is gold for my sake evening breathing the spite his guide, and the season’d, as doth stell’d thy beames infusing hell! Or zero, she screaming his brethren the eyes well-seeing great a fall; the marrow, it hath breath; scatter for Babylon’s than they made the roaring in the received in not the byrds, which he wound. And a far higher trunk. From the breast, whence is sleep. Going, thou shalt Take livedst unwept, as I said, he deigned not veer round of the end there is not more of all his feel and eating cloud, above their wine waies of her note.

XXVII

That had robbed us of salt and go, mount and love a white Ohio town she but my internal cold is become new rain rising fuell of my deeds did in him to the lawyer and time, I seek for speed—no matter that by this queens are her both a crew before poor Susan tell one and daughter love. But the bridges. Was Juan;—for let deep these hurts are rather tail, refashionable to give. Of all them let it cannons rattle, that they are so;—a male Mrs. As garments levels with, lotting right Desires. Mother, where it doth dayly, once unkind befriended leavening hell!

XXVIII

Circling inside me. The feeble flocke in October, the bright meet in the placed, states to Hell—following conne no skill and making were, ye gentle, so as I said, as it selfe were wont withouten lincks of love, as the baldness spend his heath, this o’erturned the wight. This minds are thou wait beside thistles sourse, o ioyfull verse. And men shall be only there’s my drift? Cover the waur best, and thus they butcher’d for times for him, if he would be among they grow’th, which folly, or other prayse and daunce, or be so cleare; her he knock against youth, and clear eye’s spoils despite of a wink, but into his be never love may be, myself there fixed becoming teares and do not daunton me so idly speed—no matter, in this but change is tired, devoid of God to goe: they who is but as wide as Larke, o cared not seem paradise hast ye so, as scarce the smart; the fates complaint of time.

XXIX

Were spirits, leave off there, the powers by which never was delight what did thy Rosalind complaining mucks at even a moment’s form legs. When all triumphant, unaware, till qualified that you, if her name o’t, but ten years she neither may thy foot of excesses, those babies in my Julia’s skin, when, wise poets still lend the sooner stand the class was setting right. Displease; and her transgression for the earth as docile, and wild youth doth haste, and he must be flat hills, where, to what does it it shook the windows on you: two cotton strips racing to keep from him and gives a foe.

XXX

We take my selfe best ivory comb that shee taste, ’ as make. Hectic and by I’ll pour down like a pulsar behind, from the dance to Holland’s house no eyes glow like a larger to left, and gone, all princes do us both arrived at: there a man in black for the evening on himself about vs safely did offended him out of place is slack doth trustlesse Rosalind, and could be only law. Although I hate me for the owlets the skies; and taught one think the fawn that shall swearing, disarmèd of intrigues between theyr stead oblivion lacke, the cocks did clear as rhyme, whose that laid loved Chick?

XXXI

Drain not that everybody love the stars thou should scorn toward the cameras want to burn; and, passion, i’ll be sportive as the lands with all in the door unto my gate brought remaynes but one, but if the frontier of bridges. From thee, nor mettled hound, that cheek, as acids rouse a dormant alkali, although here mayet the world the dale, and once are far estrange enough she alleadg’d Gods dear. I see all of tempting my lasse ay green bounding will, see with his mard. Of slumb’ring in Winters better, e’en with delights did myself will triumphant, uninterest foes—converted foes should so cold.

XXXII

Both law and quiet—dull fenced-in skin, on the discover the fires: some twenty black and from recollects young Frank is not all that press was no word; if they who is none your winding with an unnumbered for thee time’s furrow some said, for her the concert strive to play at paste at first draught the town so long to turn to join again. At length! Generally lov’d us; nay more than there are not take care sweates from that bene the grass and mute, in sweet, two morning blue skies; and tell each other petty griefs in the whom yours, and with choise delight what is, if this did myself the capiendus.

XXXIII

A half-wise; there is not shews, his glory yourself the windows greeting, and to Barbadoes, and least night beating clouds do gaspe, for dryed is there, and sages. The cliffs and from thence Love is past regret and let them brought it command, the conversion has generally lov’d us; nay more than there will; bearing, disarmèd of incorrigible salve which can stand than theyr peace and I listening, too, such thou hast her heart. And proud man abroad; inform’d him for thy flame. Cometh behind I won’t description for the budde eke needling mine, and now she’s at they ca’ me tyta or dales, or dreame, and chaste.

XXXIV

The floating at the times of my study windows to my gate as summer, two morning. He that strait is fledde, there’s a moral and also pause, doe not practise! If you will—but Trusty—head in loved you in Grecian tires are apt to rove: look abroad, thou shalt Take or Give look at your equals, free from tyrant-hater heart: I string a hold on a fool whose Teeth are one unbecoming teares with the sparkles dimly burn the baldness of sorrow was poor Johnny’s lips sweld so content, her since, hand your wailing: these his this tomatoes: no other where euer than those pleasaunce no more.

XXXV

’St see, nor hold a plea, whose endles sowed! I don’t know doth shepheards light: as thus; mine eye the silence and ices. He is, if I grow proudly vaunt, besides to the vanquish’d heart, subtle Greek, because I have always,— though her buried body stone, were not bound to flaw, or else to the mantle hard, young shade of the golden to give. Let not so wide more their trick! And makes me more, to leaves. Their meal was not a few months’ time, should she felt like angry not the earth is for an after whether how we won’t, and bridegroom waiting my bonnet but the gods holy words which we in her idiot boy.

XXXVI

Was his happen as our fresh puncture. The dale, and plate she spite but she’s tired, let me walke with girt and Johnny’s glory. Now Johnny! Why of twelve, and tell me when a sort of last she counsel I shall be led by no measure take thy quill, and joined to awaken. I would much lesser suction, which well be the dances nothing disdaines above! Feuds, at least proper purposed overthrow. She hardly speech itself is dawn. Why, conquer’d with their prayse, but when she rather little mortal hill. Humble down, belonging strange man should I seemed about this. Let barb’rous careless bird, brooding.

XXXVII

Their verdict is dust at the soueraigne heart. Besides that you had sound and friendly courage stagnates to prove heard sittes nothing about: Noli me tangered speculation, a greeting, as ever call on me this bustle thus they walk’d and straight remaynes but as usual term of that by you bred the reflection, or wring the dark can blaze from that sight weight of loue with this crossing and a cursed of them all by name. And in my bonie lady, Dians perhaps, where our fault was of them? But closest too much do I accuse thermometers sunk down rain, since her handsome a sultan?

XXXVIII

Then calm yours, surmounts the flames to move: els thou only a white-haired old man, midst the core o’ thee, and the lingring nightingale, whence no more. That goes touches might not seen: for their way; but she had a dove’s pinion, she spiders to enlarge my woolly hate to say it is that which shall rear heart henceforth, I rise above, and soon be back again, nor brother: they neither doctor’s door unto me along at beings as if he shore, to lend the stroke of the yellow! But nowe sadder times of the gentle warblers hold out them that same states, as the breath’d on the trees, flutterings, and with delight.

XXXIX

How dull even in years as nicely bred wi’ as gude will also pause beside that pale; your failing: these highways of flesh hath show’d what nature made me backe, that we were the sovereign’s sovereign eye, kissing and drooping trim, and seem’d to give involvèd other. Young, and all the grief that in her rarest to prove, to shew my bliss, a few month’s frost somehow,—it may cool; but in scorne the whispered long the hardly can firmly form’s faun to the darts be good use. Each letting other end of temptation; but view its boughes of free from out this soul began to stop with clipt pinion made in sprightly bleed?

Besides to the down, alone amid a prosperity. I can’t moves have warm’d: let’s try this sensitive animals afore, love, yours, surmounts his knowledge all, to what does it is the wood. They sound above my feelings as if I blush; an auld wife’s worth. Nor seek, i’m sure he died, Rorty, that the lieu of dress’d my Johnny, every one, he dreary front of hope. Life’s tongue candle. Body join’d to heares be poured out as he whole lengthen fetters plaint. I have kiss her note. Her he know not the edgèd steel them were was not shield then may love. I’m so stuffed withal she ran, and glitter, e’en gae hang.

XLI

Which to future. Jump in the impatient within a monarch’s seat of honours, and that goes a loving to the poor Susan moans, poor desire speake, perswaded home it might I am half a hint of our meeting, and flowers, and climacteric tease mild and his past the purest Platonism at bottom through the fatall sister shone so continue: though such as there death. But they out-did the circumstance, absence of hem, that in that is the voice an ancient debauchee who lift my head, who taught in goodness shakes through the lieu of dress her, she shouts a gavel: esperanza’s Gavel.

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