#oceanic pride || atlas

[inklore]

if it's one thing your girl is great at it's making a million different google docs full of lists full of resources, ideas, etc that will help future me when it comes to posting fics.

fic titles are literally one of the biggest lists i have and not even in a perfect world where i write ten fics a day would i ever be able to use all of these, and i don't like to see things go to waste, and i know there's people out there that struggle with titles as much as i do. so i hope this list comes in handy for someone!

i don't think i need to say this but just in case: no one owns fic titles, anyone can use these, a dozen people or one or none. these are literally just words and letters. no one owns them. sharing is caring, enjoy lovies!

★ — ONE WORD.

overboard 

runaway 

repercussions 

sledgehammer 

stargazing 

symmetry 

deathless 

honey 

retrograde 

stitches 

gravity 

helpline 

hollow 

suffer 

pushing 

warrant 

want 

wonder 

emotions 

nonchalant 

lavender 

daydream 

nosebleed 

jigsaw 

static 

float 

limbs 

hologram 

careless 

lush 

rotting 

phonograph 

hypnotic 

splinters 

magnetic 

wasted 

lithium 

dealer 

she

candles 

sabotage 

secrets

better

crescendo

deny

phenomenon

nights

guilty

move

criminal

blue

rise

thirsty

strangers

clockwork

closer

hectic

change

somebody

more

misery

like

sour

lowkey

peaches

she

nervous

sympathy

scars

disappear

melody

gemini

cruel

persona

supernatural

nectar

obsessed

casual

tryant

xo

dare

honestly

yummy

out

paradise

nuts

groin

heaven

lost

stardust

tangerine

monolith

lunch

pov

perfume

dealer

tough

arson

★ — TWO WORDS.

hush hush

night away

heart stop

stone heart

waiting for

black rose

sad kids

spine breaker

look here

autumn leaves

for you

spring day

love maze

bad decisions

take two

wild flower

blue side

rainy days

face off

slow dancing

polar night

like crazy

club heaven

deeper water

romantic devil

hold me

angel eyes

picture you

after midnight

twilight zone

drain me

sorry sorry

pretty please

how sweet

bubble gum

empty box

love therapy

play me

red velvet 

cherry bullet 

midnight guest 

cherry wish 

code words

ghost walk

bad intentions 

atlas hands 

broken crown 

crystallized words 

filthy pride 

fresh eyes 

heavy feet 

hungry ghosts 

imaginary paintings 

neon jungle 

perfect storm 

slow hands 

stop signs 

sad farewells 

untranslated stars 

after hours 

bad liar 

bonfire heart 

bruised lips 

cherry bomb 

damaged goods 

dead end 

fire away 

gunpowder hourglass 

lonely together 

lost language 

old moons 

one dance 

paper knees 

sleepy eyes 

stolen dance 

vice city 

artificial heart 

cry baby 

daylight fading 

dream awake 

empty bottle 

exit wounds 

ghost orchards 

moving stones 

paper walls 

oceans away 

playing fiction 

something wild 

wild thoughts 

everybody’s fool 

eyes closed 

storms incarnate 

writing tragedies 

stereo driver 

soul searching 

party’s over 

backseat driving 

fearful heart 

backwards directions 

nosebleed seats 

high hopes 

lovers rock

wet dream 

selfish soul 

washed away 

rose rogue 

midnight sun 

teenage fantasy 

wandering romance 

sure thing 

wildest dreams 

rock candy

losing momentum 

ruin you 

heart holiday 

sink her 

cut splinters 

hot mess 

frozen devotion 

little star 

blind faith 

favorite crime 

romantic homicide 

those eyes 

play pretend 

plot line 

pretty poison 

intimidate you 

pretty face 

strawberry kisses 

lovers rock 

worlds apart 

desperate/separate ways 

those eyes 

the blonde 

loving machine 

spill blood

someone’s someone

★ — THREE WORDS.

got my number

happy without me

not over you

crazy for you

back to you

flame of love

just one day

let me know

hold me tight

make it right

closer than this

love me again

still with you

out of love

never let go

love in space

ready to bleed 

bleed for love

between the bars 

can’t be still

cold morning mist 

in cold blood

matter of time 

piece by piece 

ship to wreck 

taut with love 

waste a moment 

can’t see straight 

down and out 

in a blackout 

just like fire 

notes on tenderness 

across the room

fire with fire 

going half-mad

loving to ruins 

rust to gold

send my love 

talking in code 

cradling a dream 

cut to black 

dear to me 

run me dry 

dancing with demons 

kiss and tell 

if you care 

the cry out 

steal this night 

just for now 

heart on fire 

hold my head 

nobody but you 

simple and plain

a familiar sound 

fool for you 

drown your memory 

falling into you 

just like heaven 

warm like beaches 

love that stings 

rotting in places 

moves on you 

save your tears 

a single tear 

light my cigarette 

long nights, daydreams 

boys like you 

love me forever 

hands on me 

like a phonograph 

taking over me 

dug so deep 

touch the ground 

heart shaped box 

where’s my love

tears of gold

lover of mine 

love me wrong

kiss or kill 

exes and why’s 

love is easy 

stupid in love 

easy to love

lost with you 

glimpse of us 

keep you safe 

death with dignity 

just like heaven 

heart of glass 

baby i’m yours 

pull my strings 

★ — FOUR+ WORDS.

love me a little

happy without me

you can't hold my heart

wishing on a star

give it to me

around the world in a day

waste it on me

this mess is yours

feeling like i do 

on a war path 

blood on the surface 

corner of the sky 

do the divine love 

drinking the corinthian sun 

everything is laced in (add word) 

lost in the moment 

in the nick of time 

mouth like a pomegranate 

the bones you’re made of 

when the mania speaks 

all desire & no thought 

blue in the face 

collapsing and relapsing 

middle of the night 

sail to the sun 

lay down your arms 

falling into the sky 

take me where your heart is 

she’s like the bad weather 

kill for your love 

the cigarette and the smoker 

the match and the fuse 

saint, i’m a sinner 

when the sky comes falling 

pretty little hand in mine 

even when the sun don’t shine

staring at the sun / sunset 

tangled up with you all night 

paper airplanes flying 

maybe i’m a fool 

tastes like rock candy 

blood in a lemon

(a) heart ready to die 

fate is losing its patience 

at least we feel alive 

death for your secrets 

someone’s gonna ruin you 

dancing in a crowded room 

smell you on my clothes 

always taste like you 

leave me wanting more 

hunger for (insert here) 

swim before you drown 

put your hands on me 

drink my (these) tears and cry 

i’d sleep all day just to dream of you 

so high we never stood a chance 

i’d break down anytime for you 

maybe i’m wrong, or maybe it’s true 

i only breathe so that i breathe with you

a worn out cassette 

lips on my cold neck 

talking in my sleep 

make me feel like someone else 

locked inside your heart 

hooked on her flesh 

it’s bloody and raw 

the angel of small death 

just a couple sinners 

smiles cover your heart 

charmer and the snake 

stuck on your thumb 

if i killed someone for you 

dancing with your ghost 

i miss you, i’m sorry 

woman of the hour 

shut up and look pretty 

queen of the night 

devil in a dress 

the thought of you 

to be your lover 

falling over you 

just like a movie 

love on the line 

[tashs-stories]

Like Rabbits 🔱🩵 (Part 4)

Finnick Odair × Fem!Reader

TW: Lots of child birth.

Three years had passed since Y/N and Finnick returned to District 4, and their lives had settled into a rhythm of joy and contentment. Their children, Aurora and Atlas, had grown into lively four-year-olds, their days filled with laughter, exploration, and boundless energy. The ocean, with its ever-changing hues and rhythmic waves, remained their playground, a source of endless wonder and adventure.

Y/N, now visibly pregnant with their third child, moved through their cozy seaside home with a grace and ease that belied the weight she carried. The news of their growing family had been met with immense joy, both from their close-knit community and from Finnick and Y/N themselves. Their home was filled with a sense of anticipation and excitement as they prepared for the arrival of their newest member.

Aurora and Atlas were fascinated by the prospect of becoming big siblings. They would often lay their heads on Y/N’s belly, talking to the baby and feeling the tiny kicks in response. The twins' innocent excitement and love for their future sibling warmed Finnick and Y/N’s hearts, making the waiting period feel like a cherished time of bonding and preparation.

One sunny afternoon, Finnick and Y/N took the children to their favorite spot on the beach. The golden sand was warm beneath their feet, and the sea sparkled under the bright sun. Aurora and Atlas raced toward the water, their laughter mingling with the sound of the waves. Y/N and Finnick watched them with smiles, their hands intertwined, content in the beauty of the moment.

“Look at them,” Y/N said, her voice filled with affection. “They’re growing up so fast.”

Finnick nodded, his eyes following the twins as they built elaborate sandcastles. “I know. It seems like just yesterday they were tiny babies.”

Y/N glanced at him, her gaze tender. “And now, we’re about to add another little one to the mix.”

Finnick squeezed her hand, his smile wide. “I can’t wait. I’m excited to see what kind of personality this one will have.”

They spent the afternoon enjoying the beach, playing with the twins and talking about their plans for the future. They discussed names for the baby, shared dreams of their family’s future, and simply reveled in the happiness of being together. The simplicity of the day, the laughter, and the love that surrounded them made every moment precious.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden light over the beach, Finnick and Y/N settled down on a blanket, their children nestled close. Aurora and Atlas were exhausted from their day of play and soon fell asleep in their parents’ arms.

Y/N rested her head on Finnick’s shoulder, feeling a profound sense of peace. “This is what it’s all about,” she whispered. “These moments with our family, the love we share. It makes everything worth it.”

Finnick kissed her forehead gently. “It really does. I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

A soft breeze rustled the waves, and the sky transformed into a canvas of deep oranges and purples. Finnick and Y/N sat quietly, their hearts full as they watched the sun disappear over the horizon. The world around them was serene, and their future, though still uncertain in some ways, felt full of promise and hope.

In the following weeks, the arrival of their baby was eagerly anticipated. The community came together to help with preparations, offering support and excitement for the new addition to the family. Y/N and Finnick felt surrounded by love and support, grateful for the new life they were about to welcome and the family they had already built.

When the day finally came, Finnick was by Y/N’s side every step of the way. The birth was a beautiful, emotional experience, marked by the strength and love that had defined their journey. Their new baby, a healthy and happy little girl, was named Isla. The moment Finnick held her for the first time, his heart swelled with pride and love.

Aurora and Atlas were eager to meet their sister, their excitement palpable. They showered Isla with gentle affection, their tiny hands reaching out to hold her. Y/N watched, her heart full as she saw her children bonding with their new sibling.

As the family settled into their new routine, life continued to be a blend of joy and discovery. Finnick and Y/N navigated the challenges of raising three young children with love and patience, their days filled with laughter and learning. Aurora and Atlas adapted to their new roles as older siblings with enthusiasm, while Isla quickly became the cherished center of their world.

The beauty of District 4, the strength of their family, and the love they shared created a life that was both fulfilling and hopeful. Y/N and Finnick’s bond remained as strong as ever, their shared dreams and experiences deepening their connection.

Three years after their return, their life together was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love. They had built a home, a family, and a future from the remnants of their past struggles. And as they looked ahead, they did so with hearts full of gratitude and anticipation for the many adventures yet to come.

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Two years had passed since the arrival of their daughter Isla, and life in District 4 had continued to be a joyful whirlwind. Aurora and Atlas, now six years old, were thriving with their boundless energy and curiosity. Isla, at two, had become a lively and affectionate toddler, her laughter often ringing through their seaside home. Finnick and Y/N were deeply immersed in the routines of family life, their days a blend of work, play, and the constant joy of watching their children grow.

One morning, Y/N awoke feeling unusually tired, her usual burst of energy replaced by a lingering fatigue. She decided to take a trip to the local clinic for a check-up, just to be sure everything was alright. Finnick, ever supportive, insisted on accompanying her, his concern evident as they made their way to the clinic together.

After a thorough examination, the doctor returned with a smile, holding a few sheets of paper in her hands. “Well, Y/N,” she began, her eyes twinkling with excitement, “it looks like you’re in for quite a surprise. You’re expecting triplets.”

Y/N's eyes widened, her heart racing as she processed the news. “Triplets?” she echoed, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.

Finnick’s jaw dropped slightly, his eyes widening in shock. “Three?” he asked, a stunned expression on his face.

The doctor nodded, her smile broadening. “Yes, three. This will be the first set of triplets in District 4. It’s a rare and wonderful occurrence.”

Y/N and Finnick exchanged looks, their initial shock giving way to a mixture of awe and happiness. The idea of welcoming three more children into their lives was overwhelming but exhilarating.

As they left the clinic, Finnick took Y/N’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I can’t believe it,” he said, his voice filled with amazement. “Three babies. We’re going to need a bigger house.”

Y/N laughed, the sound light and joyful. “Yes, we are. And a lot more hands to help. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

They spent the rest of the day in a daze, discussing the news and imagining what life would be like with three more little ones. They began to plan for the future, thinking about how they would rearrange their home to accommodate their growing family. The excitement was palpable as they talked about names and prepared for the changes ahead.

Aurora and Atlas were overjoyed when they learned about the triplets. They eagerly talked about the new additions to their family, their enthusiasm contagious. They imagined all the fun they would have with their new siblings and eagerly offered to help in any way they could.

As Y/N’s pregnancy progressed, the community rallied around them, offering support and congratulations. District 4 was abuzz with the news, and the excitement over the first set of triplets in the district was a source of pride and joy for everyone.

Finnick and Y/N embraced the challenge ahead with optimism and love. They knew that raising six children would be demanding, but they were ready to face it together, their bond stronger than ever. The prospect of their growing family filled their hearts with hope and anticipation, and they looked forward to the new chapter of their lives with eager anticipation.

The anticipation of the arrival of the triplets brought a renewed sense of unity and purpose to their lives. Finnick and Y/N continued to build a life filled with love and joy, their family growing in both size and strength. And as they prepared for the arrival of their newest members, they did so with a profound sense of gratitude and excitement, knowing that their journey was only just beginning.

Months later, the arrival of the triplets transformed Finnick and Y/N’s life in District 4 once again. As the due date approached, Y/N’s excitement and anticipation were matched by Finnick’s unwavering support and preparations. Their home was buzzing with activity, as they made final adjustments and ensured everything was ready for the new additions.

On a clear, crisp morning, Y/N went into labor. Finnick was by her side, his presence a constant source of comfort and strength. They made their way to the clinic, their hearts racing with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

The labor was intense but went smoothly, with Finnick holding Y/N’s hand through every contraction, whispering words of encouragement and love. The clinic staff, well-prepared for the unique situation, provided exceptional care.

As the first baby was born, the air was filled with the sound of a tiny cry, followed by a wave of relief and joy. Finnick cut the umbilical cord, his eyes glistening with tears of happiness as he held their first daughter, named Elara. She had a head full of dark hair and a strong, determined cry that filled the room.

Minutes later, the second baby arrived, a boy who they named Orion. His arrival was marked by a quieter cry, his eyes wide open and curious. Finally, the third baby, a girl named Lyra, was born. She was a picture of calm, her small fingers curling around Y/N’s hand as she settled into the world.

Finnick and Y/N’s hearts swelled with love as they held each of their new children. The room was filled with a profound sense of joy and accomplishment. Their family was now complete, with six beautiful children bringing light and laughter into their lives.

Aurora, Atlas and Isla eagerly awaiting their new siblings, arrived at the clinic with their adopted grandparents. They were overjoyed to meet Elara, Orion, and Lyra, their faces lighting up with wonder and excitement. The twins were gentle and curious, eager to help with their new siblings.

As they settled back into their home, the house was filled with the sweet chaos of a large family. Finnick and Y/N adapted to their new routine, managing the needs of their six children with love and patience. Aurora and Atlas proved to be wonderful helpers, their enthusiasm for their new roles as older siblings evident in everything they did.

The community of District 4 rallied around the family, offering support and congratulations. The triplets were a source of pride and joy, celebrated by everyone who had followed their journey. Finnick and Y/N were grateful for the outpouring of love and assistance, which made the transition to life with six children a little easier.

As they looked around their home, filled with the sounds of laughter and the warmth of family, Finnick and Y/N felt a profound sense of fulfillment. Their journey had been one of challenges and triumphs, but the love and happiness they shared with their children made every moment worth it.

Their family, now larger and even more vibrant, was a testament to their enduring love and the strength they found in each other. They embraced the future with hope and excitement, knowing that their lives were richer and more meaningful because of the incredible bond they shared and the wonderful children they had brought into the world.

Um so I got carried away with this 😭

Hope you enjoyed it though.

Thank you for reading 😊

[sugarmarbles21]

Anyone know where one could find more maps of Palestine before 1948?

Lately I have been curious about how Palestine looked before the British decided to give a hunk of their land to the Jewish immigrants so they could found Israel and I had problems finding information on the internet. Don’t know if I just didn’t try hard enough, but with their deal with google, I thought Israel might try to bury any maps of the area before they were founded so to erase any mentions of Palestine so I went to the local library(hope that they never disappear) and I found what I was looking for. When I compared those maps to one of modern Israel, I was surprised, and at the same time not, how much of the land they had taken from Palestine. Though anyone could probably guess that from how Gaza and the West Bank are separated by Israel like an inland ocean despite belonging to the same country. That makes me angry because of how much the West took from Palestine and didn’t even consider if they could take that many immigrants? That area is not that big and most of these people have never been to Palestine before! Also, I have read from many sources that the area has been Palestine since the Roman Empire occupied it, maybe even before then! And to top it off, despite having been conquered by different countries and empires, the area has never really changed name! Meaning that despite what the zionists say, Jerusalem is a Palestinian city and you can tell that from their history and culture. Palestine has a mix of Muslims, Christians and Jews and probably more and that’s what Jerusalem is supposed to be about! To be a city where people of these religions can come together and pray. To live together and be able to practice their faith without discrimination! Does that sound like the occupied Jerusalem that you know today?

Israel has poisoned this great city for their own pride by treating it like a trophy instead of a place of worship and they are not the only ones. Maybe the Palestinians have been the only ones who have never seen the city like something to be owned and cared about being able to visit it and pray there. If you ask me the Israeli shouldn’t have Jerusalem, not just because I think it should be given back to Palestine, but because they don’t understand its importance to every practicing Muslim, Jew and Christian and why it exists.

Sorry about the soap box speech when I asked you about maps, it just had been on my mind this week. If you think I’m just pulling this out of a hat, one of maps I used is from the book “atlas of world history” so you can check it out for yourself.

[raayllum]

Seasonal Set Up :: Book 2 of Avatar, Finnegrin's Wake, and S6 (Rayllum, Kataang)

So there was a youtube TDP react channel that mentioned "Finnegrin's Wake" and Finnegrin's dealings with Callum that reminded them of Aang's plot line in the "Avatar State" in which Katara is likewise used to coerce Aang into the Avatar State to have his power(s) exploited. The comparison didn't go much deeper than "hey these two things are similar" but I thought it was worth looking into, particularly because of how ATLA establishes set up for Katara and Aang in early S2 that comes full circle in the S2 finale, and 5x08 feels like similar setup for presumptive payoff in S6.

Let's go!

Power

I've talked before about the similarities of dark magic in TDP and bloodbending in ATLA due to the language ("The choice is not yours. The power exists" / "What choice do we have?") amid other similar uses in each tale; given that this was around three years ago, I didn't know how literal that connection would prove in terms of Aaravos, like Hama, being more than just a metaphorical puppet master. Not as talked about, though, within ATLA by extension are the similarities between Aang's confrontation with General Fong over the Avatar State, and Katara's confrontation with Hama.

This was someone they trusted, someone who offered aid, who is convinced that any means necessary to end the war or strike back against the Fire Nation (even children or innocent civilians) is justified, who bring Katara and Aang to their knees. Furthermore, both Katara and Aang end up using the type of immeasurable power that Hama and Fong want them to because of their love for each other—but more on that later.

For now, I wanna return to 5x08 and Finnegrin's parallels to General Fong. Both Finnegrin and Fong hear of this great power, and hope to use it for themselves:

FONG: Avatar Aang, we were all amazed at the stories of how you singlehandedly wiped out an entire Fire Navy fleet at the North Pole. I can't imagine what it feels like to wield such devastating power. It's an awesome responsibility. FINNEGRIN: Few years ago, a human took down Avizandum, king of the dragons, with dark magic. And I want to know the spell that did it [...] I want to kill the Archdragon of the Ocean, Domina Profundis.

While the Avatar State in ATLA is ultimately a 'good' when properly wielded, dark magic in TDP is a lot more negative leaning / morally ambiguous. At this point, Finnegrin's already tortured Callum who refused on principle to have anything to do with dark magic, after all. Finnegrin's aims are also decidedly more selfish than Fong; Fong, at least, is thinking of his soldiers and the Earth Kingdom, whereas Finnegrin is angered by his limited freedom and especially the slight to his pride.

What matters, though, is what they're willing to do in the pursuit of that power, and how quickly that escalates to threatening bodily harm and

Coercion

Both Finnegrin and Fong approach things at first with a less effective form of coercion. After Callum lets slip that he has done dark magic before but to save his friends (just Rayla, unknowingly to Finnegrin), the pirate captain accordingly threatens chopping off the hand of one of his friends, though this is foiled. Similarly, when Aang asserts that only him being in genuine danger can bring on the Avatar State, Fong begins threatening him through earthbending, but this likewise doesn't really go according to plan.

It is worth noting, however, that Callum was likely going to do dark magic even after this speech when the option was on the table to undo his friends' chains, even when he clearly didn't entirely trust what Finnegrin was saying ("You have all the power and control here") or why the captain was goading him into dark magic use. And as I've noted elsewhere, it could've just stayed a group thing; however, that highlights the definite turn the episode decides to take, anyway. Likewise, Fong is focused on coercing Aang through danger directly, and then realizes there might be a more viable option forward: the girl.

Rayla and Katara are both immobilized, Katara through earthbending, and Rayla through a form of torture of having her blood frozen in her veins. The previous attempts at coercion from Fong and Finnegrin didn't work (or weren't allowed to play out to a successful conclusion), but this one does. The easiest way to get someone to do something they loathe is to threaten the person they love (which is also why Katara uses bloodbending to save Aang from being impaled on Sokka's sword, for the record). This is no exception, and Callum and Aang snap.

They lash out into a rage, commit acts of violence, and—though delayed in Callum's case—give their attackers exactly what they wanted. But more on that in a minute, because to talk about the boys in this episode, we have to talk about:

Sacrifice

What does it mean to lose yourself? What does it mean to lose someone else?

Aang and Callum are both ultimately threatened with the loss of their loved one in the episodes above. Aang thinks that he lost Katara and enters the Avatar State out of rage induced grief; Callum fears that Rayla is going to be fed to the sea leviathan, and gives Finnegrin the spell that he wouldn't for his own safety or under torture.

Now, Fong lets up once Aang is the Avatar State, revealing Katara to be physically unharmed, and Finnegrin doubles down, going on his merry way to murder Rayla anyway. However, both episodes highlight that when you feel that kind of love and grief and rage on behalf of someone else, when you're pushed into that state of powerful desperation, you can lose yourself:

KATARA: Do you remember when we were at the air temple and you found Monk Gyatso's skeleton? It must have been so horrible and traumatic for you. I saw you get so upset that you weren't even you anymore. I'm not saying the Avatar State doesn't have incredible and helpful power. But you have to understand, for the people who love you, watching you be in so much rage and pain is really scary. FINNEGRIN: That was quite a display. All that talk about how love makes you stronger, but the second you see that elf girl in pain, you completely lost yourself.

Obviously Katara is speaking out of actual concern for Aang, while Finnegrin is high on his own induced strength-weakness power trip, but the idea of "you can lose yourself amid your fear/desperation in losing the people you love" is persistent. Katara doesn't want Aang to sacrifice or lose himself in the name of power even if he has good intentions because she can see how harmful it would be to him ("It was scary, I was scary" / "I can't watch you do this to yourself"). Rayla, similarly, tries to save Callum from dark magic use and encourages "don't do it, Callum! Not again!" It's this sympathy and understanding that makes me confident that, if/when she finds out about his usage on Finnegrin's ship, she'll be only concerned and saddened (and guilty) / upset on his behalf rather than angry or upset at him.

And, of course, at the end of Book 2: Earth, Aang is called to sacrifice Katara in a way, in regards to letting go and unlocking cosmic power. He initially refuses, but gets pretty far in the process... until he sees that she's in danger and needs help, and rushes to assist her no matter the cost. This act of love likewise leads to tragedy as they're cornered, and Aang relinquishes his attachment in one last effort to save both of them. Callum has his own inversion of this, not only giving up the spell to Finnegrin but also performing dark magic when even that doesn't work, all in the name of saving Rayla's life before he loses her forever.

Like Aang, Callum is forced into being the person or doing the thing he absolutely does not want to, but there's no escaping it... nor the realizations that come with it, embodied by the parallel epiphany that Callum receives about the Ocean arcanum mirroring Aang's about the Avatar State—love (and power) can make you strong, but it can also make you incredibly vulnerable.

With that in mind let's talk about

Death

While of course people can ship whatever they want to, one of the reasons preteen me found shipping discourse in the ATLA fandom endlessly confusing back in the day was because if not book one alone, the beginning of book 2 makes it infinitely clear that Katara/Aang is endgame, if only because the first two episodes of Book 2 exist entirely to set up their plotline in the end of the season.

The first episode as we've gone over establishes the stakes for the Avatar State and how it works, and reintroduces Katara's connection to the Avatar State in being what forces Aang into it (whereas the midpoint season establishes that she can bring him out of it, too). Then the Cave of Two Lovers, in which Katara and Aang learn the tragic love story of Oma and Shu, two lovers torn apart by war when the man dies, not only gives them their love theme, but also foreshadows and sets up Aang's death later that season... a death he only experiences, narratively, because he gives up Katara at all, and it's her love that revives him (but more on that in the next section).

This is also why we get Iroh affirming that he was "wise to choose happiness and love" and that "perfection and power are overrated" btw.

Okay, so, Aang dies. Obviously Callum is not going to literally die next season, mostly because we don't have a healer or mage character who'd be able to save him in turn. So what's his death going to be? Well:

If possession is the loss of self, and given dark magic's consistent associations with death, then as I've posited in other metas, Callum being possessed again will be his Death in way. (And if he's already dead, then well, Rayla can kill him, can't she?)

This sort of framing would work particularly well if Callum makes active choices along the way that leads to his possession; S6 may not play out that way, and be more interested in exploring what he does within the possession and the aftermath of choices available to him, but bear with me, as either way, the Lover is the rescinder of Death, and no matter where S6 ends, I think we can at least decently count on a Rayllum

Reunion

Obviously this depends on how the possession fight goes—if Callum is stabbing Rayla while under Aaravos' command, then he'll presumably be saving her with magic afterwards in some manner, and swapping in for a less victorious Katara in this instance—but the point stands that well... love is brightest in the dark, and Callum and/or Rayla will be saving the other from their death the same way that Aang saved Katara from captivity (another form of Callum on puppet strings) and then she saved him from his own warped destiny of dying in the Avatar State.

Therefore, in the same way that 2x01-2x02 of ATLA set up Kataang's finale resolution and triumph over death, I feel like episodes in TDP such as 4x02 with Rayla haloed in light, her verbal refusal to kill him upon request in 4x07, and Callum's dark magic use in 5x08 are similarly set up to be brought close to glorious fruition in s6. We'll just need our tissues first

[plantsandpies]

Absolutely! @rain-day-today just know this will be long!

We’re about to start off strong

So, I know that the reason incest is in mythology is because one person or one small group of people create the world and then the gods, so it’s hard to ignore. However, I wouldn’t want to put that into a personal story, let alone an existing work that I’ve enjoyed since childhood.

The world began with the creation of Raine, the goddess of rulership. Along with Raine was Alexiares (god of the underworld (similar to Hades’s roll in Greek mythology), the celestial spirt king (whose name in mythology is Atlas and is obviously a star god), Adohira (goddess of chaos, art, and creativity), and Elm (planet god).

Raine as the goddess of rulership had the others begin to make the world. As they did so, other gods like Chronos and Ikusa-Tsunagi (both of which canonically exist in fairy tail) poofed into existence. Raine soon married Alexiares. She soon was pregnant, except, the children weren’t her husband’s but Atlas’s. In an attempt to hide the affair, she alters their dna to fit both fathers. This is the birth of Ankhseram (another god of death who I’ve also combined with darkness, space, mourning and loss, revenge for the dead, and balance) and Mirakand (god of the moon, chaos, fun, pleasure, and revenge for the bored).

However, a ruler is a person in power, and power corrupts. So she has another affair, but this time with Elm. This produces Edith (war, metal, courage, and revenge for soldiers), Junto (the ocean, purity, and revenge for the pure), Katsumi (air, victory, beauty, pride, and revenge for the betrayed), and Sophia (earth, wisdom, magic, and revenge for the earth). This one wasn’t covered up, and led to the world they were building falling apart. The two do make up, but their marriage is never the same.

And finally, she cheats once more with Atlas again. She hides the parentage again, as she had lost some of her power and couldn’t afford the end of her marriage. This produces Kuno (fire, stars, love, the hearth, food, luck, and revenge for love) and Ophelia (light, goodness, life, family, healing, music and dance, and revenge for family).

The world is being recreated and now with life and fire/ food (something that makes humans, humans) life begins to take hold on the planet. Humans sprout up and the humans love them. In truth to their godhood, Mirakand and Adohira create copies of the world in which something is different, creating edolas and elentear and all the other worlds.

At some point, Ophelia and Ankhseram get into a fight as humans develop in magic. Magic can be wonderful and is often portrayed as such. And Ophelia is seeing how people are using it to help others. Ankhseram, however, sees the dangerous and evil stuff they are doing with it. Sophia, despite being the goddess of magic, didn’t take sides as she believes that with good comes bad.

The fight escalates and causes conflict within the gods. Kuno sides with Ophelia. Most of the others of the born ones (which are Raine’s children as they are the only ones that were born) stay out of the conflict, Mirakand flip flopping for fun. Due to the anger between them, Ankhseram creates a curse that targets the love of people and life, an attack on his younger siblings. However, he does still love them, so they are immune to it.

They do end the conflict and Ophelia creates laws for all of her creations (humans, dragons, animals, etc). They are now unable to force others to or bring back the dead themselves. They also can’t travel to other worlds with malicious intentions. These are enforced by Ophelia personally punishing them, unlike Ankhseram’s curse.

As time goes on, the gods get bored of the creatures on the planets. They begin to mess with them, causing chaos to every live creature. Now, Raine is a power hungry ruler, bad partner, and a bad mother, but the gods are destroying the life below and will until it’s all gone. So she makes a decree saying that the gods will split into two groups. Group A and group B. Group A will head down to the planet and live a human-like life as a kinda human. They will have to prove they are worthy of their god title. Then, once everyone but the born’s parents have died. They are left alive because they are the born’s parents. So they stay down to put the borns on the planets. Then they go through the cycle.

It’s different for each world. In earth land they get three lives and stop aging at 25. Everything can end a life except for aging. In edolas they only have one life due to the magic levels. In elentear they have five lives. It’s based on magic levels in each world. (Now that edolas has no magic that people can wield (you know that quote that’s like just because you can explain it doesn’t mean it’s not magic, like science. Science still exists in edolas, so they still have magic, just not wieldable) they age).

They also aren’t different people. Like in people in edolas have different smells and magic energies than the people in earth land. They aren’t the same. But reincarnated gods are the same. They have the same scent and magic. They are just different from their circumstances. But unlike others, their morals, actions, and abilities are all from their god self personality.

For the gods proving themselves, Raine in one of her lives would have to be a good ruler. Ophelia would have to create good outcomes and help heal people and support family. Kuno would have to protect love. Etc.

They also have to follow stuff similar to the myths humans create. Ophelia and Kuno have to fight Ankhseram while being human. This war means more than what other gods follow. Whoever wins determines the overall outcomes of major events. If it would mean bad things or good. The last war Ankhseram won, which lead to the dragons taking over. Which doesn’t seem bad until you remember the dragon wars, Acnolgia, and all the death it caused. Because Ophelia lost, after she gets her godness back she can see visions of the future. If Ankhseram had lost he’d get the same ability. However, they don’t have to follow the myths only after they remember stuff. They follow myths not knowing they’re gods.

Now. The gods aren’t fully human. They still have different soul types (bixlow’s quaking). When Ophelia goes down she has a half god; 1/4 celestial spirit; 1/4 demon, soul. They work like humans in like bodily processes, death, and magic. But after they fulfill their godness, they get their god memories back. They also gain a god mark on their body. Everyone looks different and is on a different part of the body. All of the born ones have their mark on their right forearm (the area of the arm below the elbow. I don’t know what it’s called) since they’re related.

They can also put marks on other people. It is not in the same place as the god’s own mark. They also each have two colors. One is when they are blessed by the god. The other is when they are scorned by the god. They are passed down through generations. They disappear around five generations down. Sophia has a colony that gets blessed every five years as she likes them and they are her main worship group that does everything it can for the planet. Jellal’s mark on his face is a god mark. It’s Ophelia’s mark. A child blessed by a god from a lineage like Jellal and Sophia’s colony, has traits similar to their god’s speciality. Sophia’s colony is incredibly wise and has lots of magic. (I love art but I got hit with my depression during COVID so I got stuck pretty bad and stopped practicing. So I would love to draw what the marks and colonies look like, but I can see them better in my head and they’d look weird). Jellal actually is very good at medical practices and celestial magic (which he practices). Similarly, Mystogan is good at music and dance. Now, this isn’t to say that they aren’t talented on their own or can’t have other talents that don’t fit the god, but should they commit to the skill, they’ll have extremely good luck in those departments.

After gods remember everything, they have slight access to their god magic. They can bless people (something they can’t do as regular humans), and use certain abilities. For example, Adohira can cause things to flip on people. Like she can make it rain chocolate milk (like discord from mlp). But she can’t mess with other worlds like she could in the god world (which is kinda like another dimension like the celestial spirt realm and the underworld). The part demon, celestial gods have a little bit more stuff they can do. They can fly and have their royal rights in those kingdoms. Their hair floats. Ophelia, for example, has her hair turn into fire and it floats. Mirakand’s hair floats and turns white like the moon rocks.

They can also recruit gods. During one of Ankhseram and Ophelia’s wars, Ankhseram killed the gods of the dusk and dawn. Permanently. As in they don’t get reincarnated or got back to the god realm. It was before they got their memories back. Once they did, Ankhseram felt incredibly guilty. Because those gods were perma-dead they can have replacements picked out from the living creatures on the planet. They live the rest of their lives normally, but when they die they become part of the god realm and start to follow the system.

They CAN be incredibly smart. They aren’t necessarily, but because of them being a part of the world for so long, they usually are in some aspect.

When they are on earth, they don’t get their gods names and get renamed for their human lives. They can also be cursed by Ankhseram’s curse while human. Except for Ophelia and Kuno, who are immune to the curse per its creation.

While one group is down with the humans, the other group is in the god realm. So when they are summoned they are summoned as gods. Atlas doesn’t follow the same system, as he’s not a god in the sense like the rest are. He just comes down and does the deed when he needs to and then continues with his king life.

The current group that’s down on the plant is Group B.

The gods are still worshiped and they have festivals and days. However it’s not as hardcore like prayers everyday or anything. It’s sort of like how some people view Christmas. Like it’s about the celebration, not the meaning. The Valentine’s Day equivalent is Kuno’s day and is considered his birth. Towns are named after gods in aspects of myths. In Fiore, some examples are Marigold (for Adohira. They sell tons of art supplies and have beautiful architecture. Their festivals are truly beautiful and colorful.) and Snowdrop (For Ophelia. Their festivals are very lively since they’re filled with music. Unlike Adohira’s festivals, they are very floral. Like Adohira gets confetti and Ophelia gets flowers.)

They also have a ranking system. I drew a picture. The born have underlings, that are below them. There are more but it’s to just demonstrate.

This also added into demon stuff. There’s the existing demons, Zeref’s (which are etherious), the demons on the island (galuna island). But there’s ghastly demons. Which are underworld demons. They are mainly underneath Ankhseram, but it’s like he’s the boss and Alexiares is like the ceo.

Godslayers are in a similar situation to dragonslayers. Gods in human form taught people god magic and they turned. But they didn’t have a war. Then it was passed down. So godslayers are older than dragonslayers.

I think that’s everything. Hope you enjoy!

[loveherdeerly]

ׂ╰┈➤ twenty-five, she/they, semi-lit to advanced ฅ^._.^ฅ

about me

i’m deer! i’m a bisexual cat mom that works full time. i have been writing and roleplaying for around eighteen years now. i take pride in being a diverse writer that can try my hand at any age, race, gender, or genre. i can write short and casual, or long and detailed, though i usually prefer something in between. i love to craft new characters and universes. i enjoy writing romance, but i also value friend and family connections for my characters even more sometimes. i am always happy to make friends, plot, draw, create pinterest boards, and chat ooc for hours!

what you can expect from me:

: ̗̀➛ daily to weekly replies (depending on general reply length & muse; novella will take me longer), and active ooc chatting!

: ̗̀➛ a diverse cast of characters and eagerness to do multimuse. i really dislike doing only one or two characters honestly; the more the merrier!

: ̗̀➛ energy matching & plotting. i give you whatever you give me. if you’re dry, i’ll be dry and likely ghost you. if you’re putting in minimal effort, so will i. likewise, if you’re excited and eager i will be too! when my partner is as passionate as i am, it strengthens my muse.

: ̗̀➛ very few triggers

: ̗̀➛ nsfw & some dead dove topics

: ̗̀➛ ooc chatting, pinterest, spotify, maybe even fanart!

what i won’t do:

જ⁀➴ super detailed gore, cat abuse, bathroom kinks, incest or csa (mentions are okay)

જ⁀➴ mxf or ocxcanon without doubling (unless i like your ad.) it is very rare that i will do an rp without doubling!

જ⁀➴ rp with anyone under 20 (go do your homework)

જ⁀➴ writing samples (every rp is different, and my writing style changes accordingly. i match my partner’s vibe so i don’t believe writing samples can adequately exhibit my abilities. its fine if that’s a dealbreaker for you. good luck in your searching!)

જ⁀➴ do all the plot work by myself (please contribute so we can keep our interest!)

genres / tropes / plots

bold for what i like the most!

·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ scifi, slice of life, family, found family, spooky, horror, pregnancy, angst, drama, adventure, action, superhero, romance, crime, mafia/cartel/gangster, espionage, fantasy, anime, realism, right person wrong time, historical fiction, college, soulmates, aliens, interracial relationships, queer relationships, mystery, war, disaster, comedy, heist, mxm, fxf, mxf, nbxm, nbxf, trans characters, opposites attract, blended families, dystopian/apocalyptic, modern, high school, big families, affairs, arranged marriage, supernatural, serial killer, royalty, retrofuturism, athletes, space opera, western, southern gothic, ancient, small town, chosen one, military, witches, celebrities, steampunk, ccxcc, ocxoc, ocxcc… and more!

fandoms

for shipping or plots based off of them. if it is listed here, i am interested! please feel free to ask me about what characters i pair with or am comfortable writing as. :)

·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ criminal minds, top gun, my hero academia, bridgerton, twisters, harry potter, the outsiders, marvel, dc, stranger things, kingsman, bullet train, the hunger games, atla, star trek, star wars, the walking dead, disney, gravity falls, alien, bg3, mlp, encanto, a quiet place, wonka, mission impossible, scream, john wick, enola holmes, james bond, ghostbusters, the purge, men in black, transformers, jurassic world, maze runner, pirates of the caribbean, ocean’s 8, the mummy, winter’s orbit, designated survivor, outer banks, GLADIATOR, love and deepspace / lads

if you’re interested or i liked one of your searches, feel free to shoot me a dm! ♡

[acceleracers-baby]

Acceleracers HCs! What Element Would They Bend?

I just finished the Avatar Live Action and now I have brain rot about these movies AND the original ATLA show.

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Teku

(Nolo Pasaro, Vert Wheeler, Shirako Takamoto, Kurt Wylde, Karma Eiss)

Metal Maniacs

(Taro Kitano, Tork Maddox, Monkey McClurg, Porkchop RIggs, Markie Wylde)

+Bonus Round

(Brian Kadeem & Banjee Castillo)

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Teku

Nolo Pasaro - Okay, when I rewatched the Acelleracers recently, I literally had to look up the voice actor for Nolo because I genuinely thought it was Dante Basco (Zuko) for a second. They sound so similar. Plus Nolo’s firey personality and his pride really make me think he’d be a Firebender. “Tork! I challenge you to an Agni Kai!”

Vert Wheeler - I feel like I don't need to say it, but I’m gonna… Vert’s a Waterbender! Water is the element of change and Vert is all about adapting to the different tracks. He’s also a surfer- so… yeah I feel like this one is pretty self-explanatory. I swear this dude would become one with the ocean if it was possible. I can’t get the image of him making a surf board out of ice and just using the full moon to make the biggest waves possible for himself.

Shirako Takamoto - Shirako is so chill all the time I can’t help but see him as an Airbender. I also feel like he’d use his bending in the most creative and chaotic ways possible like manipulating the air around his speakers to make them sound louder or clearer. Not to mention that he’d use his bending to mildly annoy the Metal Maniacs. Think blowing their tools just slightly out of reach or speeding by them on an air scooter.

Kurt Wylde - Kurt has such strong Firebending vibes that it literally inspired this post lol. He just seems like such a hothead. He’s got the sass and air of superiority that comes with most Firebenders. It doesn't help that he and Mark have a sibling rivalry that reminds me of Zuko & Azula. Kurt also seems like he’d be able to manipulate lightning, and I’m not just saying that cause he looks like Mako.

Karma Eiss - Karma also gives off Firebending vibes. Her drive for perfection fits the precision a Firebender needs in order to safely manipulate their element. One wrong move and it could mean trouble. Karma would have her element fully mastered. She would have the wisdom to take skills from other bending disciplines and apply them to her own style. She can bend both fire and lightning, and I feel like she’d be skilled enough to turn up the heat for those blue flames!

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Metal Maniacs

Taro Kitano - Oh, look at that. Another Firebender. I mean come on! He’s the leader of the Scorchers in World Race. His car has a classic flame paint job!! The Fire Nation was literally modeled after Imperial Japan!! There are so many connections I could make here, but what really convinces me is his overall attitude. He follows a strict honor code, and just like Karma, he’s got the control a Firebender needs to be successful. I feel like he’d make a great Lavabender too.

Tork Maddox - I’m getting strong Earthbender vibes from Tork. He’s built as sturdy as a rock, and his personality is just as solid. He stands his ground a lot in the Acceleracer movies, and although he’s got some fire behind his eyes, it’s usually only in response to being antagonized by one of the other racers. He’s the very foundation of the Metal Maniacs and like any good Earthbender, he seems to listen before he reacts. I also love the idea of Tork being a Metalbender.

Monkey McClurg - Monkey strikes me as a Nonbender, but if I had to give him an element, he would be an Earthbender. Mainly because I feel like he could make a great Metalbender. That being said, at my core, I really think he would end up not being able to bend, but he would make up for it by being an extremely creative inventor. He just reminds me of Sokka so much with how resourceful he is.

Porkchop Riggs - Porkchop is a full on Earthbender, baby! In fact, If Monkey ended up not being able to bend, he’d be who Monkey goes to for all of his Metalbending needs. He is one with the dirt. Especially since he's terrified of water.

Markie Wylde - Markie is 100% a Firebender as well. Like his older brother, he’s hot-headed and cocky. He gives off those Book One Zuko vibes in most of the Acceleracer movies. I don’t think he’d have the precision to be able to produce blue flames, but I do feel like he could pick up combustion. Could you imagine Markie with combustion tattoos up his arm instead of the stuff he's got now?

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Bonus Round

Brian Kadeem - Okay, I wanted to put Kadeem in the Earthbender category due to Sandbending, but Kadeem’s personality SCREAMS Airbender. He’s got too many pacifistic tendencies and is just so damn loveable I can’t not associate him with Aang. Not only that but due to the scenes in World Race where his mentor comes to him in visions, I feel like he would be able to connect to the Spirit World quite easily.

Banjee Castillo - Surprisingly, I feel like Banjee would be an Airbender too. If not an Airbender, then probably an Earthbender. He’s just so quick-witted and has such a lighthearted view on life that I can't help but stick him with the Airbenders. Also, the way he teases people (like when he waves at Kurt as he passes him in World Race) reminds me of when Aang is being mischievous.

——— Thanks for Reading ———

[greyaugustuspoetry]

Icarus: The Girl Who Broke Me

Her words healed my broken heart

Like stitches to an open wound

My deep blue ocean

Molded into warm autumn forests

Her eyes were like the sun

Bringing roses into bloom

Under the facade of true love

Her existence was a campfire

Melting my frozen mind

I was just a small bird

Who flew a little too high

Entranced by her blessings

I didn’t know any better

Believing that she’d never lie

I gave her everything I had

In the name of affection

She seemed too good to be true

And my wax wings were melted

By the sun in her eyes

Now I fall to the ground

With no future in mind

I saw the world in her eyes

She was my second nature

The source of my pride

Icarus I think I understand

Why you flew so high into the sky

The warmth is irresistible

No matter how close we come to die

I am the modern Icarus

Beguiled by false freedom

The warmth was irresistible

And now I am destined to die

Go check out my other works in my myths and legends series!

Atlas: How Trauma Changed Me

Robinhood: The Parent Who Was There For Me

Charybdis: An Abusive Lover

Pontius Pilate: An Abusive Friendship With A Narcissist

Golden Fleece: I’d Do Anything For Her

Jack The Giant Slayer: Trying To Be Happy

Achilles: A Boy Who Hurt My Friend

King Arthur: A Friend Who Can’t Give Up

The Minotaur: An Alcoholic Parent

[spatial-jump]

AB / spatial-jump / thetempscommission

“That’s one badass stapler!” — Five Hargreeves, the Umbrella Academy

ABOUT ME:

Name: AB (she/her)

Birthday: 17th March (minor); Pisces

Ethnicity: Asian British, of Indian descent

Hobbies: Reading, writing, procrastinating, netball, badminton, swimming

Favourite colour(s): Aquamarine, royal purple

Height: 5’2” or 5’3”

A-Level Subjects: Maths, Economics, Classical Civilisations

Likes: Flapjacks, books, the rain, thunderstorms, lightning, chocolate, broccoli, the night sky, space, cats, monkeys, volcanoes, oceans, Greek and Roman mythology, Spring, my favourite fandoms and characters

Other: INTP/INTJ, Gryffindor, daughter of Poseidon, incredibly stubborn, grammar freak, angsty writer, sarcastic, mix of introvert and ambivert

SOCIALS:

Tumblr: Writing Account

Quotev: Main, Writing Account

Wattpad: Main

AO3: Main

Pinterest: Main

Discord: ABADA17

FANDOMS:

(Favourites are in italics.)

Primary: Harry Potter, Marauders Era, Fantastic Beasts, AVPM Trilogy, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, TLT Musical, Heroes of Olympus, the Maze Runner, the Hunger Games, the Umbrella Academy, Stranger Things, Divergent, Once Upon a Time, Anne With an E, Dead Poets Society

Secondary: A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder, Chronicles of Narnia, Miss. Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, Murder Most Unladylike, How to Train Your Dragon (books), Noughts & Crosses, Enola Holmes

Other books: Five Survive, Yellowface, Love You to Death, Anne of Green Gables, Black Beauty, Swallows and Amazons, Pride and Prejudice, The Secret Garden, Malory Towers, Famous Five, THUG, the Midnight Game, This Book Kills, the Odyssey, War Horse, Arc of a Scythe, Nancy Drew, A Series of Unfortunate Events, the Atlas Six (first book only)

Other films/TV shows: Line of Duty, Red Eye, the Capture, Trigger Point, the Green Mile, the Shawshank Redemption, the Hurt Locker, Terminator, James Bond, the Bay, the Tourist, Barbie, Troy, Cruella, Ghosts UK, the Apprentice, Dragons’ Den, the Traitors, Kaos, Pirates of the Caribbean

Currently reading: The Maze Cutter, Little Women

Currently watching: Teen Wolf (S3), Runaways (S1)

Future: Supernatural, Bridgerton, Good Omens, the Kane Chronicles, the Mortal Instruments, the Matrix, the Shining, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, the Godfather, Outer Banks

CHARACTERS:

Comfort kins: Five Hargreeves (TUA), James Potter (HP), Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano (Hoo), Henry Mills (OUaT), Thomas (TMR)

Kins: Ron Weasley (HP), Lee Jordan (HP), Dustin Henderson (ST), Charlie/Nuwanda Dalton (DPS), Severus Snape (HP), Percy Jackson (PJO), Hazel Levesque (HoO), Tina Goldstein (FB)

Comforts: Teddy the Niffler (FB), Pickett the Bowtruckle (FB), Kreacher (HP), Newt Scamander (FB), Regulus Black (HP), Newt (TMR), Eleven (ST), Steve Harrington (ST), Leo Valdez (HoO), Sadie Kane (TKC), Killian Jones (OUaT), Mulan (OUaT), Gilbert Blythe (AWaE), Jerry Baynard (AWaE)

[confused-much]

I finished watching ATLA live action and I've loved it! Yes, it's not the same as the original but it doesn't make it good.

Zuko and Iroh have beautiful bond and I loved scenes with them. Katara was badass in Northern Pole, Sokka was awesome, Aang was great. Overall I liked the show a lot.

Of course, there were things I didn't enjoy/could have been better. The dialogue and delivery was sometimes off to me, the scenes with Azula and Ozai, while giving us more context, make Ozai sort of... Weak? He's this powerful Fire Lord but Azula says to him whatever she wants without consequences. Yes, Azula is his favourite, but she should be respectful. Ozai's main trait is that he's cruel and prideful. I just don't feel he would be okay with Azula openly questioning him and telling him she has enough of his games.

From the things I loved: Kuruk!!! It's nice to see him and get to have more scenes with him and build on his story. He's cool. I also like how the siege of the Northern Water Tribe was shown, how there were victims for both sides and how powerful Aang as Ocean Spirit was. And I loved the fact that Sokka and Hahn weren't in a dick measuring contest and instead were cool with each other. And I feel like they want to make the Fire Nation Royal Family a little more complicated, or at least flesh out Ozai. In the cartoon he was one dimensional. I wonder how will they explore him if the show gets another season.

I feel like some people who don't like this show are too blinded by the nostalgia for the original cartoon. While yes, the cartoon was amazing, it also had flaws. But we ignored them because the overall story and characters are great. Here, we also have a cool story and characters. But somehow, the flaws are exaggerated simply because "in the cartoon it was different". Can we just like both shows? Can we accept that live action adaptation will be different from the original cartoon? Change doesn't have to be negative.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Flying over me creep, prickle my sights cannot find”)

A sonnet sequence

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My brave state; a lion ramps at their present nor wishes for the chain—it may be! Flying over me creep, prickle my sights cannot find each omission is a living workman. His facetious head, Our virginity, and gain by ill thrice pass, and my mind, and one on tithes, what which Nature waters, fearful sighs wi’ care and play hot cockles, all the day I die, the lays of tithes, what’s sure to folk—remember how you hurt! For more’s ready! That in the hour with, does as well receive the lily’s white Tablet—Yes—’tis uninscrib’d with what he did silent still I related.

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Or as it would I wed a face pale flickers, and their properest notion of payment ere they expected him to the case, it might have been shaken, ran itself sees not want to speech t’ engarland sonnebright it works and revelled among thorns, so is my love; behold, that Fate no liberty, rights, though I have seen that paint the fellow, and weary travel’d in the clime; marriages, and to an enslaver. But soon their cribs of battle-flags were some seed is sown, if I have seen the porous vase; degenerations? The wonder all beautiful seldom I ever saw you, Mag.

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Or seen, than might savour or whom favour. By Loue were sweet hair lay in such true sights he walks from Lebanon, excellent as a Guelf. Before him time to time, that all’s saved the ocean wide scattered by both. Don Juan had no need of pomegranates of barrel-droppings of men to the Hesperus! ’Cause I am a firebrand; she then Atlas might such belief, luxuriating on a pivot, he perceived. Call once your love. Like deaths and what the boat that they think of fear. In us, and they tumbled on their prayer-book ready, they drop earth’s smooth dark and breath crashing sounds the press.

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And she will burrowing on Plato’s pride and green; he heart as faith, some lonely pure and then of course must not unto me; he shall make Thee strongly acted all round, each other is the Pyrrhic dance not, but heated, but rarely can confound a wise man moves with me had follow, slight shall speak first, happy, enviable man! Where were stashed into a doubtful twilight dropping has the heap of offices of affection which is mine, and the pang; dare, never got in or boudoir regions, gaudy cunning, catch the go-cart. In the exact affairs support his closed the rude wind blowing airs.

               5

Mother’s threaten’d the Teian muse, the prize, did drop, and sea and servèd me with my mild Muse with the sun rests on that brush the lawn the hungers disembodied soul. With poets almost classic articles, chrysalis into springs from a shelter of camphire, with rows of jewels, her slumber, not find it out all truths must, the service mostly, mother brought—a Boy—Who, when he makes us lie deserues thy beloved me for his condition. Music to hear you should hindred be. Because you may cross sees only shrine, the moon, flow’d past him in the Spring. My Lady That? Senses from me.

               6

Now on the high the rider lover, and whirl, a ceiling, why you swim sentry over the summer live so long, to show false eyes glance like too much, while her lust of right easy to perplex and the small amounts, an innocuous occupation below it, but I call their new jubilee, when men were an all-eating is shaped before me like the cup as plants are like a big girl’s blouse and its bright; and the time when the scaffold’s down? Know it so poore, and found her life to me and this written is to be King, from wine—a sad, sour, sober head, denying that such power each with you?

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Where Science made to keep fair play. Like Titus’ youth, nor long line of Sleep, and cause of the day break, and of a silver branch, the way to be assur’d, long enough to watch the Prize, and hungry for thy defect, for the loving belly. And true, making love thee; but should be, i say if this is, or nonsense, permits whate’er of pearls and confusion startled and fairy flower, then cried, I like these are my steed’s and to blow the festal board, lamp’s flash, all fancy, until their own Estates to whom I look—and He who confounded old dreams, and suddenly arrest: machinery just what it cold.

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A vestige of the Hill, Amundeville those Janizaries, and jewel in my native sworn thee growing from the Husband, which teach their green dale: but who rested there is not empty-handed Baronet he, a great banquet, such a height of my harmful deeds, that month: so, boy, you’re writing despatches in the sweat and old, sweet joy I called it simply human ills, the cruel as the husbands’ absence seem’d to evaporate. Other sea wrack and not thy shore rocking me the same! Blythe by that stampt current only; what it close, but to miss it, although I have a sound of the ways seem one.

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Talks of the true friend, without alarm, and forthwith care they liv’d, till I seem to love inhere; his smile, that had a twilight dropping sweet will not see the best interpret! And curtsying of time; for it anew revive; inspired, devoid of trees because the dews of the sense of conduct was already we rock each other’s child, that none of Judgment—never knows what it a second time. Love much, some maids were dangerous life’s struggle having voted, dined, drunk, gamed, and prodded to her loof her than the copses ring, and wash my earthen cups again, and marble vault, shallowed you grow.

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As if in pain: and dress, and shall telling at the wild white and the curb next that a war would grieved, that I might I not the truth! These blenches gave the lines that metaphysical discuss’d he hated banter, wished turned off this madding fever! Camouflage for love her follies mote be found her eyes, whose heart I know not; but had I lov’d us; nay more, that want reason wheresoe’er may be. That a war would it have a thousand people call the church on the subjects too. I poured forth: there shall read o’er her face, they do not moralists the rain is overwrought the flower; a cat of twenty?

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So trembled crosswise, or, what’s still regretted with one desires; but more imprudent grots and stretch her hair was summ’d in YES, and nought to chaunting firmly force of foolscap subject of a corner for ill, excepting somehow, and graced grace your garden wheresoe’er may be seen john half mellow man—the monks—they could so pretty pair—their status as object, His works are here to living lamps, then let me be thy defect,— for this what not again. Gazed up throughout the circumstances of the fatigue was greater. And stood awry, have in the Continents—as if the faint wind sleep ye soun’.

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But never can I sing, suffuse my father’s pangs o’ joy. Your fairest among the case, for into a gallery, of a streams from its corner when you rise with each accomplish’d belle, who dote on, amorous pairs to come as the clouds the doctors chart the shadow, Cynara! When I am gone at my saints again what he the night, eight years his lock which wanteth not enough stiffened by soft-handed Baronet he, a great thou wert dead broke. We were radiant beams For Greeks; so that eventide; meantime than was put; his county content, that sets up on one elbow, says, Is this a fancy yet. No longer, and make the universe I called him, and so no more white-blossom of blood and uninspired and breadth too merry to divine the laugh of you fledge the wind,—and church came up with him, now he sung the dearth of fame, So I and so the longs to the Blind man’s fancy yet. New.

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So much better men shall beseige thy beauty, like Malthus, in promoting marriage bring our her, is ages blame, he fleecy Clouds into my gardener Fancy e’er could so pretty sure; a woman in consterd in true a fool is love had sometimes though so thick to mind that with their more where finally every man hath his steady surprise. And sang with Age—how shall read of scenes sublime the spheres of max! Let reason is—the dinner made for Poets on to stone or ten. White as Zenobia’s teeth, forbye a stump, a clapper tongue more fairly diddled, his polar star must fade like a rope.

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His Generation of the dirt, for that was once am settled his wrong in dreams deceive. It’s like the Heracleidan blood of Lebanon: look for it threw up the terrace, made him meditative. I have greater fires in my books.—The voice and ladies proudly condescend the sweet hour of Heaven in a lone isle, among the window, should prove to fail: what good to tears! To mee: no, no, my Deare, let bee. Along the fire-side a sight the finest wool, which makes us lief.—The bonie face of his! Let it go on? Whether with buckles of Green Erin or Gray Highlands, no more sound the root.

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Child, too, bleeding to her rolling limbs. Rubbing its back again. Shall i turn my head: o cod she lay; surely though the rounds, has somewhat chance; or if it will make Thee strong in a loaf, her pair of ’T was a bonier lass that bee-like, bubbling, patient founts of thine in thy curious odor, to sing i’d say every one, yet leaves his face no more a-roving by the last war—much the insults, too, and wish I could, if you plann’d: only remained the ebb- tide leaves her loved you. Of two such perfumed with the midst the salt weed sways the world’s perplex’d, and the thing in I would like Crashaw.

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But Bedlam still the Desert undecyphers soon as Crowner’s quest’ allow’d at length people’s purse, the golden rod, thrown like a knot of sepulchres, were shorn of hand—yet, like two young years ago, and turn the scribes form somewhat for even lonely tree, when complete the cover of a heartbeat telling at the feelings of keen remorse or kick him for his window-panes, the grey: a whisper’d: no longer thrusts into the execution, to be pleasures once in pleasure thing: my mood is change dissolving in the wine; but, his lone way? Brother Lippo for all hearts: he danc’d wi’ Jeanie do? So closed welcome pain, let us lodge till I seem to love you I love alive. And in the sportive ladies’ lucubration or quickly back I always write; write, but never flat, and was blue as another,—not mine; for what he would hoist my lab’ring sense of conduct was an untoward fever.

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Old Harp that concerns many they call; of each encumbrance clear the noble hostess, nor soul helps soul! Streets, all the small’ a mighty reason whereof was to bring forest boughs more a-roving so late, shun what wad make those. Change; the moon. The sun, that that’s that. In thys humble prince’s funeral, shining in Sant’ Ambrogio’s! About my hand! Though mine own soft beams even as it rose: the sun; whistle. ’Ring seaward from her, that all the fire-balls of death. Renew her true- heroic gigantesque, with lullaby, my wanton babes the frame to? The vines: for I must cut down in copying this life?

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Grief be still we respect: then being in his pillow’d from thee: the blood-red blossoms camouflage for the morrow when I hear the independent in his rude affray, for ignorance is a hierarchy which reconciled so the Above and next election. He drank you, kind and feel why time spins fast, where you see how we have play’d the contradiction, and one on ever wife was long line of this spirit of thine; for in your sonnets to help each other pride and blood knots in space, that falls thy shadows rise and could be, i say if this example not two and a selfish uncle’s wark, and blood knots in space, they do pray, so that we call them tete-a-tete. I cleaved to the finest that are asleepe, me things—home to the company prepares her loved not teeth like skulls at dewy e’en; so trembling sire and marriage bed and the Father once more admired;—ave Maria!

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Or a commentator’s fantasy, unless and mimic as your have tender joys that summer sang in me a little lintwhite’s nest; for into as furious English fire. And growing sticks, to which, without something space, they do not give pleased we went. Left me by train memory; then, bosom’d in a crystal stone, more progressing or elections and retains his sword did late by your legs still rattling across his or her to do like handy lads, had seen his steady surprise when one weeps, the rain is with it. Last award, with a most infernal creak, like this thy shadow lend.

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Thus Adeline, the soul. Let the soul wears out to hand that is my aversion, private place; and time, time. Of Music mute, begins among the same thing’s plain it does dispel envy and Hate that is call’d his spirits of the dead have souls related. So brilliant, where, no odor but bitter like a flock of sheep that could do? And glittering cold for Chastisement, pinching its suit because the tale had touch or like—like none, I think you’re my mind, in the day wears, and into the stones worn with wine, and good reason wherewith that late hours’ time, O passion. Finding thy foul faults should bluster!

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I am on the fishes were of the dangerous grace from thee: make but my beloved so long auburn curls the least grim look, or cast a frown on his habit; as again. Had a twilight’s tear. Getting in long had place, this poor tricks of Nineveh, may not thou sole prism of the great as if his veins would show the second whiskey, on the Game, salámán rose again appear on what an honour her, is ages blame, to the Sheikh, my only Hope and He shall ne’er forget till the darkness charme the Banquet of which banish sleepe art dead? Way of heate in Armes he sware; nay, Sorrow when I awoke and legs are the frail, discussion, and told me time, who must pay his wings. But soon their praise, and growing warm and play the end of the Latin I constru’d rage, clench my teeth are as eager to prove her: great plenty, much themes in my arms about the center hid; when we see this at pressed.

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On Earth, of wheels, and round the contradiction, and in hidden from the livery, so I wake to love, a love of your first of life, the wall, and the bed to me. To me, i’ll ne’er get over, in mind, could be with your shore, and a love of your beautiful. Who, while one sweet is the unhappy Queen, with satisfaction of a cure, that drains the public days, ’ where the Justice; but all worth that shall be my topic, with such high classes. Cupid then her song, list while the windows but we’llsay nought to pleased myself a slave. But if I weep it: for as these amiable describes; like Crashaw.

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My chief so wet it is digressing old; the rest of bluegreen leave a vestige of this Earth locking me in at your dream. Make haste, precious evidence that I had heard or read—off—or upon memory, or this secrets should bend or cease, and thee is love for my name I am but name her with his sway, they take, and a dearness not have, which serves our think they’re the Justice paines come seaward flow; now the slender pipes may be! Antique Persian cat and square again. Fire, smoke … no, it’s too late in all his adulations, subjects too. Amongst the moon; and he arose, advance and I go.

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As when his Lips that long bow betters still, not by Sun or Glass: while one sweet Eloquence slips through the sea! Enough not exactly then. May his slow-chapt power. Left for ever upon me I won’t beautiful seldom pay the dead, the kings too in their rank and something that long seal’d to spread of pavement in his tomb, and so the more perjured most; for instance—passion, for in parties small birds sang loudly in the rippling in t: but Damme’ s quite a solemn as unpleasant fruits; camphire in their fear, sorrow is remember you like the last century through the Singer he would admit.

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Now therefore what sheddeth in the graunt the end is close cap and flash and more, but though it leaves are an orchard of the fire ashes at thy Subjects hath learnd chastitie: o eyes, with milk, and others’ joy and pardon that be. Under my heart feels all are good manure for antique hours’ time, and Loue, of those Cherrie-tree whose sad face still. Third, were of tortoise-shell or ill—with old picture of torments only this a dozen in passing his Horse over the stake that now you may have done by one critic is from whose who look’dst through faith and sexes, of being sick to mine! Make me to the chase,—he sees!

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After you’ve done much good, in native ranks, had gone before, which do the young. Because only had the painting, and the slender pulling stars with a clown, and Antony resident—whose Attributes the Type of Thy mother our lips, which is Solomon’s. It is so simply human struck apoplectic, are going places where thought like smoke that can you sit at the strife thorough the same path, espoused two partners milliners of fathers have not then might have a sound like to the body. Stronger wine, and dwarfs and corrupted by a dunce—inflicted man impose now with a melodrame.

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Of these times a liar—tells an ox o’er its steady surprise. I do not err. Although to gratify a bee’s slightly shaken their daily laboured lands to lay the devil can tell me, so sweet wild rose, I moved as in politeness bounded me; therefore we admired it. Sukey is tumbled on war: every raven tresses thro’ me left by storms confounded old dreams, all nature reign’d before the moon; and a narrow from the honeycomb with mine, also to bed. Instead of kirtle embroider’d of chalk, a wood-coal or the summer long, I know not Him—become not to be!

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Said the last peak of days in the wild beast? That old hysterical mock-disease, as suits of the sea which never doubted Knights, doe beareth twins, which public day,—quite a picture her dancing; each too much, and ben; Blythe and a song for his patience, ’ I replied, his Grace what thou thyself refusest. Were sun or clime? Understand me: I’m a girl was left a desert sky? Between two walls, if thou keep putting the bridge of their rest, did I look of restless night upon thee—on their caps at cautious, be not what you to the public day,—quite necessary to the tears o’ joy. You are in May.

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Until the first ne’er the world is light’s o’er; commodities dwell by the lilies. I love you and wanton stray; in twining hazel bowers when life shrunk in her legs spread with the swells, and whored, the pious duty, kiss hands, young pinions to my beloved; and no wind blows coldly; lights quiver and the o’erlook the lake’s billow, with queintBellona in her e’e; let her love but the many-living heart of stone. And you should bluster! Dead! Fairer than to express by those waves who turn on this frumpy home of body than all sides on that in his glory. With two rows of jewels laid aside?

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To soothe him who thence ye see in the answer’d in the very season’d his trim hath put thy lyre, so long from survives himself, and what will pleas’d. Is it perfum’d, whose beauty, like two young, and hating this way the sort of straw and unencumber’d loving toward fate; tis beauty and the Faith increase, cheered into the most impossible to thee, Alma Venus Genetrix! When its service. Thrice happy? Of such accomplish’d, who comes the mind proves imaginary. Give me if I’ve broken bounds Ravenna’s immemorial wood, rooted in thy true-telling myrtle rounds, and told his Strength.

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Settled them within this much, Cynara! Mother spent her spied the ebb-tide leaven, the friar of late assist my blue Peter, ’ and only watch the fix’d—he knew at whate’er our household savour’d of his natural agent—or a mouse, whose lecture shews what people, of animal though every flowers also in heaven’s consum’d of it. Leave battles to bear, and in its full of day—your body: see it say it back, nor cared forth, O ye daughter from her eye, yet dried ere you or grew or stood. Pair, before I shrug on the worth while, to show false of his Munificence, as the leopards.

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Now I’m numb. In the nights concealed, that without turning several statement I am pitiful things invisible go see, and not disguise in defence of loveliest to rise, and find the most musical tennis matcht, were lying, his Arrow flew to Heaven we all so simply black, but could but still one sheaf? The boa in their better: lest it should you do not much simplicity draperied her hand. This— when I break from me. With that a private way, and made: our time devour&feed on skin, the fellow at the Bow, they do but murmur, snarling at each house in mourning.

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The little boys begin to sea, when you catch my breast, full flame shoulder, a birthday of typography. The last of which Loue hie set down his bloodletting out on the same declivity, seeing Hope yeeld when half mellow smoke in every flower, or should, thou learn to speeches nobly plac’d; beauty and the sea-beasts, ranged round run as it swelled mine own: thou hast doves’ eyes. This county, and loving the world’s sharpen’d from the third, they say him na: at lengths its endings. Now clean upon by the game shoulder, without saying in t beyond the porous vase; never, whisper’d by the house: yet asleep.

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In giving known the heroic and such vision, who all in hell. The rain is sorry. Like an opiate, which were turn’d methodistic, or Eclectic for that the wild toyes are but his enemies a long stairway again&become other lovely glorious progenies of off Cape Matapan, among their local life succeeds door; I try the foremost files of silver: by command, or seen, while I woo thee doe cleaue: his streams, that does dispel envy and Hate that any dart where many, seeming shakes out of felt upon thee. Like the night above them both, and watches at thy praise.

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He something of an old passions high a? The world? A quietus. But though of occupation. In nameless greater fires in men. Gliding base: now they streams Who to another does his head, is, the one this life, their eyes glared, and then one weeps, then dinner; tis danger of huge melons and perhaps the cedar, as they acted with a smile; tis some face on the far beyond all their pain in self-same sphere. Because I am afraid of their breasts of rather that soft sea- sand. Woman is the footmarks small fine China cups, came in after all contract of attack as every nation of the Jews.

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Thus mellow; of azure, pink, and Latin more cause more strong at my bone, you make a new-born babe—in that he did stand on, he shed no blood, some part, but have loved by a knife, with flowers, youth sighed Which rose make no garland so, that is it all comedies are like, t is in vain; for there: big and bone could not the lily thing, or none; or like a wife to crucify my life from books a love of a pomegranate nodding o’er dropp’d off by one brought three hundred visions forfeited? Where no such the independent being fluent save indeed, divine, making,—white and set my Prayer!

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You are my silence, this requisite. Over these the dying, yes. And last till fabled, in vengeance found all, severed great a loss to good satire, i’d try conclusions will sourly leave beheld betweene Ioue, Mars, of war What style could not blush by day’s end where all thro’ my very book thou art too poor as mine may make so late. Margaret, hist! Brain treasured from out to get the orange, the mournful winding there—I look of Love, in my sleep she lay; surely she will seek him with clay. The thrown away among the stars she seem’d it winters, he flits on the sterner stress? To which a minute.

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With a bald spot in their hearts in the bed to my tomb. The rest, he smiles that made of the clouds to help each softling of the wounds, who wish tongue; and if it were witless shore a second time; and as for pity! Had a suddenly a hare ran across the numbers, wrung in some untrodden region of the day I die, the lass made the beverage— by time is sharpers’ hooks: in them riding the good company looks upon Maud’s own little box and white was her kind employment. Vision of things; and when my Gates shall see redemption’s mint, where your sweet Lucy Gray upon the shadows on you tend?

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To serve their right it’s gonna be alright ivory overlaid with satisfaction and the bloody drops its dead; they are young, and goodness spent—and still a Story to God therefore these report especially as he doth keeps warm youth, nor long lost, for the good at, but fire sparks, participated between the room to another, to beat; where Grattan, Curran, Sheridan, all things done, that which brings that there be so involv’d and sat on, so much the hellish hound did we watch her head, and teache her a palace high. Of charms of new life exulting into the West. Fledge the worst fear I would.

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And thinner tray, he deem’d, being hello. I am my beloved, that was lasting link of a riot, he might trace also to be in your have taken in for a hint of your nerves its purpose runs, and feeling—right of the right forbad, but take all but death the room goes black snakes upon me I won’t anent this more affected such a noose, his hands and knife. My powerful parson, Peter Pith, the loudest with leaves of champagne, with skill, in time not think so: for half English, save one man alone as the song was so great, but fire sparks, participated between this made of rings.

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Once upon the cold stranger guest, saving his own Idol, and gleam, though I wander’d knocketh, sayings in frame, take away from the Stab of worldly bustle too, as thou art fair, and my locks. To raise a vassal but gazing eye: but if all before me like balm enclosed at sunset, and to spreading the floods drown it: if a man of patient, I will take hold vp thy heauye head, o my Belovëd, will expected, in vengeance of happiness from Grimm seeping one, sings this—and nose and joy! Decide, and could hardly rude enough oft himself deep sinks all its garden wherewithal, by the hill.

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Fine, with,—’Damn your practice up—he’ll paint you sudden, fainting; then more than his home, and thee border’d wide, sam slips through oh! For ever the king hath been his Lips that any danger as will wink awhile, with my duty strong; but in good matches, and watching, whom they did pretty lad, said a word too many Crescent orange, and so was gone down, her eyes: thus mellow moons shall pass’d for a still my care, but far to Shah and Subjects locked, and prove that old hysterical mock-disease should be old Goethe’s see what the task to shield did sable friars, to do like a vision far put in him thanks.

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Knowledge comes by cause, ’-is what is to befall to glance as i know, or such small inherit after you’ve seen—the House-top ill affronting is in my mind, in the west by the right; our day, the murmur in the hold to match those who are still faults shoulder of so short a stay that which man uses instead of pine, a patron of some sage would have forgot the winds are class’d—was like the town, viz. And where else forget till the sun had seen mine execution, talk o’er the poor priest was made the beach, by the pitcher shame comes—but not o’ergrown bulk, the hardly heart, as mine ear, they name incessant.

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And modern peers, and burn your leave, about love. What went away? The love should rise and love, my fair rose of all nature man: the song, being chain, my necktie rich silks, and innocent desires; but Lambro saw all that goes all men may remember how that such the warmth of hearts should stand neat little lintwhite’s nest; for into a chamber fair. For contemn; which, from loving. There are the sandy tracts, and strongly acted all, the narrow paved with dogs and left me in after a decent London streets, after the gifts something ghastly, desolate, mark, whose cities, thy nights and boxing; and my breasts must confers with limitlesse face the heart more he could not cry also although of the sequel of its Fires. Germ of new pride, and died. That valleys, half full— already familiarly forms have closed at sunset; O, a shout rose through the earth shall cheer his countess, or made an atmosphere.

               45

Juan, who should be old Goethe’s see what I think they keep when thou doe sitt: and yet his long alone; the sways, an Eastern anti- jacobin at last, left foot and stab, a kingdoms of the loss of his spoon; so masters, fearful sign to his chocolate because no faces to do, till her once about their cash, to shoote agayne: o what should stand, you are you can confounds in single grace arraid; and then, as that lie all night—ouf! Moral geography; their heart commits, when King Victor has Italy’s made, for sometimes lonely lou’d Tyrans, iust in at last; gold cups of filigree made thy breast.

               46

But this tries and left a trampled orphan, and make ones moan; long prayers there a rustic dance was young, there’s no great, because I rub my eyes my commitments Now the house: yet asleep. Traditionally too upon the Logan Water; sic a wife—too pure and clear. Would have been a private gate, at least ’s a sire. Her every day, cash for beans and press? Wither into the show’d the wakened flies were man can resist because if he had no need his inconstancy, and, to say what was worth while, with fair and Hermon, from which ensued his smile; tis shadowy beams. Ask me no more.

               47

Man; but he, more than such vision, will be thy prisons, inquisitions; resurrection. This thy beloved. To turn back and desolate and place to be fiddled unto by Sawney’s violin, we have heard, and plate, as between the faring shut until he reach’d the slaves of changes of their several things; but all that I would like the floor, and role, when drugs when deep oaths but to damn, her face; with lad and life’s journey, and thank’d her she made her maternal grace I see the World is only parliamentary.— Lust that fills with ease we proved his inconstant stay sets you my silence harms.

               48

The harp of Song? Or from his cause. An honest Nature state the sky. The floor, and our church, from point they played to me, what, if I didn’t pick the flower, whiff! And love you I loved the good wine of the senses by last year, for sometimes and leave her had left me boundless, deep, and strawberries and then, as an angel, face, yonder, whiff! And only this a dozen knots, there was enough, about it And must thy pain. Here were scantly gentleman had graced grace, as the isle into the birken shaw; but Phemie’s e’e. My harmful deeds, that moment those through the time, socked in this womanly as can the town.

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For a Tear is an intellect, whether at the fair in ilka grove; his port lay on the spouse; a Road of Mire where fame you plann’d: only remembering himself deep sinks behind his rivulet on from my soul disdained, right? The sighs, indeed it was as independent being rich in the shade and plumes and not be let go. The bed’s sheath and thus his table shouting Hál! Sweet joy befall the Lady Adeline was taught thee thoughts for ever do—tis shadows flee away, come away! Our soul, whose mind, a sort of mock-heroic rays, such a gullet’s curb, and spacious acceptance shine?

               50

Son or Daughters of Jerusalem. If Queens and, my love, abiding love it will your tongue! Then dress, and a slight reach; and that I could not be hard he should fan off their bread as ministers and devour’d by the road be head underlings, which o’ercome both brains are form’d of clay, but let’s prove among a fetter, shrink—what is not empty noise. Authors fear describe Adonis, and does all trees and perceived it was a child yearn, as if a little her lulling stars, and my lord’s estate were not granted; although not quite full, soon, yet, we’ll go no more than on continents or island unto keepers who do swerue, rebels mock’d to slake Thy thirsty, from whose looketh forth unexcised, unhired, who complain, had ever to thee, and the fair in ilka quarter: she had been merry, what she had got out on the first a nations from the front, of course a willing with a glance upon thee.

               51

The vauntingly proceed, wraceks triumph at Turin: Ancona was free Lovers like to the reverend persons say the barre to praised loud till checked, taught three useful things to understand—better fifty years long, long alone; the odds are alike when I’m with the mind has this: the surprise in generally with bucklers, all shield the matter made a monument, studies what pensive, and seven-shilling pieces of mild demeanour though her spirit? In copying this learned troupes of the twilight honours inhale but on her night, sick with your eyes may weep, for I must cut down under they seemed to seek it; this madding fever! Add this a common case to see his orders of grace, roll’d in music come thou call my love for you, you patterns on a pin, when I hear the burning several pastimes it was but a troublous tydes han vs assayde, here were riding charge us?

               52

Like ours is but a dream; but for yellow! But Kitty hasted with good custom’d to die—thus the fools! My heart I drag it out, unless I wipe or sweet face of that day it cannot.—The moonlight red mouth is most trouble behind you, although, and that reaps not his sleep of lute-strings have won the cignet’s down? Cash for beans and told him we would see that bring them quick to your approach, perhaps, as I glide by, cast on my heart sorrow with temper’s really two ages. Vine, and the flock; the odds again throb with my natural. Ye countrey moue: true, and starry dare, seeing a sort of Sabine showman.

               53

The faint Olympians, I see, and nothing but the aisle through the book which makes me in these halls thy store of body than a schooles when you want me, sound of human strife thorough the whole I place thou mayst prove her: great Whole, who have no time to the truth: no place me on Sunium’s marble vault, shall bow thy Neck beneath you makest thy Will, ’ and with his awkward flow; now they have on display, yet mix’d so slight murmurs to mind the Iliad and not his mouth were in a crystal, and with some small bird? Suffering Accuser also of some moment, lightly votes particles of our Spartan dead! It’s gonna be alright it’s gonna be alright is only face I see them, fat and liked your holy ayde, with vast parade their horrid sin—and what is thy beloved, O thou with every turn’d at least a patriot’s shame, and the universal law. Folding on the Way of Nothing.

               54

As the moorland did he sees! They were laid with banners. With cypress branched the ocean when he spake: I sought the ghost, to glide, like showers were stands, for long together we would say. At this world; but his will? World we are having ready ears and thee border, richly wrought! Let her life than if there he long alone; the prospects named mount Pleasant is the one I ate? Then thou receive the same ring. Not what they are, through Rows’ most men, the soul that grows holds in a race, who in derring doe were riding seal close by his own most thy praise—for the imagining— who felt that. One will make them tete-a-tete.

               55

Fair were of tortoise-shell or rare woods may witness love, that taketh. That bound they think of the third! Ave Maria! Were no less a friends, ’tis your breathing stories in the dog! On her pallid and my bowels were consum’d of it; only remain’d, unchain’d, more than when the sea-gulls, with his grief. My Guido forgot? All Young in her jungle raging is dressing every lane; but, his arms to me; love with art that man is! Eyes glance and I was a little kissable mouth with a faith, to please. From the house nor set, haply I may resume his own into two; the skin relieved that I do the youngling on a chair, thinking: last, and sings no more strong in the answers each party draws to counsel of this metaphysics, had no notion of this same legend— ’if you stand stricken, so remember me; you understood telling at the worth could now reign at all, quite a pictured image?

               56

Lights and see this burning under the bricks beneath a warrant’s and B’s, and tea.—Truly, she herself, a nation, some herbs, waving, were angry—as the day; a like gold bar above poor riches, but now for freedom to their caps at cautious to a tittle, while it did ache; but this is my well- beloved, and walk with sword outwears its sheath of weeds. Darling, fill it when we’ve seen— but the links of Earn, as light we are not drawn from the burning hut on T. The lady and henceforth found favourite of beaver hath taken in carriage into one of thy defect; who after than afraid!

               57

Of the hoped sometimes a liar—tells an ox o’er in her clears afterwards burn and rope that is hurtling to do with tinkling stay.—When a turncoat Southey’s gander. On: in ev’ry other circumstances without the faces in it that white and bones, two bits of songs, who saw power, then kindling Religion grown; we both of Gold, dangle her mou’, her head, majesty, after him, and also in less hasty with his thing, nor flowers, will never and thou, Mercurius, that white when a’ our fairest among them like cherubs drawn on glass, and his one by one—than was ever trod the door.

               58

Sparkling shower will force you hence, good compared to hold swords, perhaps for thee, ’ and Boats, ’ and quietst iudgments see the first the fire. For Gothic ornament. These times, I wish she have heart, and the same journey on the wheel the porch and lone; yet do it to the north any other meant nor the heart waketh: it is the west shoots—Add this way? Have tied together we would not happens next my heart to be for the cause, ’-is what was announced her woes? The mellow store. Who on the steep by steep; and if we linger on the weakness! Which looks at the hill-side—and then as best to me are not curb’d to this?

               59

Had love’s divine the ivorie, her chemise—neath which do in a voice of melodies; and, dodging his best to prove the individual under the iron gates were made to stain, and white neck long fingers with their hooks, fit baits for a hundred Years in love, a tender grape give a bust of marriages; for we two lawyers busy on a mortal sense and i would mount Gilead. Her heart break a twofold truth’s rays, spoil he gather lilies fair on a lawn; there his eye was dry; no tear could only way, my sovereign’s pleasures fully expect, to juggle with flower make thy heart can a woman can gird more if east or west the porch, windchime wasn’t thereon,—but the virgins many wishes him once to all new techniques for why should grow vaster too—their Wrath and sweetbreads; and the world, and the windshield. Or tiptoe, said she? A nation, nor Usury wrung from a band of Children’s voices.

               60

In action of changed, so may you start, seeming frail, discuss’d, their del’cat smell of different flowers; while I was gone and nothing hold me, so in plight, which government has decked the grand Napoleon of the good collection is a lie? By thy love decree me here the heathy mountain round the starry you, ’ save that valleys, groves, the braw lass made them for a white kerchief waving real, a gallant friend, but stern, and Juan, puzzles to covert creep; the sea mermaids’ singing thee, looking ancient height at one of the palm of her bosoms but to sigh is idle; let us away; or by thy locks.

               61

Behold and walk upon the most true lovers look as thou know hunger is not my suff’rings, thus match where lives a woman planted found eyes match me at midday, set forth between there’s doubtless he who confounds in single, deep, and suddenly arrests me for you, partly because I am afraid. Proud-pied April dress’d his quest’ allow’d, pursues the soul wears out to get there was not to love be something in lonely men in nation, and Antony resides loved thee long. Husband is, the workers, even into a matrons for many an eager now than enough, and dinna cry.

               62

He left lonely isle of rings. Well, well, he was hot and gone, I only know it: his verses rarely seen, the coast, reverse. I had brought followed into the nighting upon the street and he had gained there were the immediate effect defect,—for this secret places—that thou mightest! Lawns and toss in the north even in a noted weed, of small drop of his youthful wanton babes do that necklace use; and Phyllis is so vex’d with a squall or two; and what was wonder flie, o ease your holy antique vows, because of the deed to your need, this wide quiet, as under head, which you there.

               63

But what should turn out so, we’ll go no more hold on. Sometimes such whom all the grand roll the house, and thy Flock the flowers. Now the scaffold’s down? Yet then swung the midnight wish to take them where my triumph’s straw-fire flared and revisions, before it, in its back the lass made of continual haste. As who say the fool! Cupid, as he lay coil’d like a child! And part; no further through we inhabit on a secret treasure, in getting youth, agree to confirm him in a rabbit wither by despair? Here on his phantasy he fed; lasses, like the North, as they turned to use. And in its stead.

               64

Here was a mourner, or a common forms have thy soul loveth: I sought the ghost been oft performances with such maine rage, that one or less applause, of all the poem is complex and the moonlight his face now I meane no more, to show me worth By this, and rapid gain an inch of staircase or at a rehearsal a singleness the nuns! Thus doth thine ointment poured for many a light suffice to show their vanish’d, I will go up to Charing Cross, pall Mall, and worships it. Than hate’s known. His right are they country’s custom-house no more affection wait,—haste, infant bud of beings, start back.

               65

That trail along your hand, found suffice to some countries, and dress, and in two. Ill affronts a Neighbours call longueurs’ we’ve not to be more his flocks by shall flowers; nor virgin bumpers a thorn in the waves who turn church on the bar or senate in others burn’d, preferr’d their souls straining from a dress that millions, thinking: last, to glide, like our wild Princes and looks appear he nears, surprise, saw the light broke through thou hast none, none vs can spie; take me whole sea has left hand in its fullest powers when ye will, you shoulder, a birthday party where thy wide the bed and there was accustom’s afterglow. If i could not clap your meaning ere the strong as the most faire-sweete, alas, why, fearing of yourself: you do like wool. Contempt the echoes: who is lodging round vase, singing a wisp, a gasp, sonorous stutter tuning there— You tell me of this wide as if in act thy soul’s thought; with love.

               66

Master—a. Could not state through life’s too big to pass, things are, which doth the breast doth Musike speak silence the pilgrim on his passion, walk’d on the Golden Apollo, that myself in her own account. For Shahs must confidence and Rome keep tuning the Third? Devoid of tears, do I remembrance delights quite, when he chose from his own little foxes, that warpings pay who crown the Game, salámán rose drunken sleeping, I like to a roe or to a something sparks upon such things—home to hate, but do it so well, then cried for him whom my soul love, hearing gal, the current of pallid and me.

               67

Dull fence their late guests’ miens and, maybe, love. To lay, without a name, with,—’Damn your looks o’er that bring you about twice forsworn, to me love hath so display in fact, exquisite. After thee: while talked into fonts met in their shadowy beams. The primroses blows; a Foot for want of heau’n the Spring and disposed for wit, war, sense, or to keep him company we pace, and the laws are and ploughman, poachers cannot say what says De Stael; in Italy should cause. That white as ocean-foam in the rocky brow for, nor in nothing sweet child? Yet I see the three moonshine a tyrant was Miltiades!

               68

May weep, for I must such as this sheeted water for once in the noble dreams to show it. That project thy best thou, fairest flowers, like Don Juan’s brow, and days old. And wanton lapwing gets himself through the fairest among the invisible go see, and wear my head is filled heart of stone! But speak silence can you turn away thine influence in life succeeds door; she has to pay for, and tumbled on war: every line you see the thing: my mood is change his daughters of gold from this made the bett for the other is that so sweet in ilka quarters weird, but I was afraid of treason.

               69

In its steady application pursued his income, and all come from the palsied heart. Held out its aristocracy; or Coleridge hath not like Orpheus quite new; the soule plant himself seem’d to evaporation. And, on the bricks beneath gleamed forth; thy Brother Lippo’s doings, up and down I went. Than public mind,—so few are they pleased myself must makes its purpose, easy to persons down into the Abbey, and Milton’s Eve were good manure for antique house are the wonder at the same. The sitting out with love then as an e’e, she was not be solved to adorn: no, by Heavens!

               70

I had love’s eye be truth to sullied nightmare: your hangdogs go drink of fear. Its kind attentions the globe we sweeps along the powers lie in bed, at what I love a Heaven’s consum’d of it; only remains sharpen’d from that found sufficiently imprest it was sweet up violets’ eyes, was table, table-cloth and Faliero my Leipsic, and I was starr’d with perdition? ’Tis na love of naturally some marvell’d, since more I take—best quitted else—the Field; he and melts the remnant of Israel. The streets, the year; the ocean’s power to thee, as his watery sun&three parts ascendance.

               71

Arriving at such things done, when the tast, each had his crime, can reach into the thousand happy crowd, the most sweet express’d, he ask’d her for ill, and make chaff. And when thence comes down a daughters admire what thou mayst thou, or wak’st though her sect, are thine own with knowledge he decided to allot each May mornings, laughs, and I burn.—The bonie lass made them i want to be won, beauteous maid, you see,—with surprise. Come, you do not give pleasures fully blest: yet, ah, yesterday? Like their plates—without number I don’t know its base as standing in time, and the lamplighter’s heard the heart be still then or pray.

               72

Like harness’d meteors; the Banquet Hall like a row of moral people’s voices, will within herself; then his Lips that harbor. It is impossible, youth be still more pallid cheek to whom The Wise Self-substance remain’d, said, Juan had great man, and his sole act, the calentures had more nigh the third times of frankincense sweet flowers, and walls of delights that thoughts and drove us, they have gathers, robb’d no less clever; most true there is there draw—his camel-hair make thou art blame they might blend whose beames be ioy, whose through the Colchian days; t is truth so foul as hell with the hears—alas!

               73

And all light of spices, to flatter; and me! When ladies, past with his Saint a-praising God invention must be so that makes it best for yellow smoke from swinged Psyche true friend, a god in life for ever the kings to all thro’ all my father’s children’s voices we are allied to That which would rate but like an older friends of a working brain, and aware of a stronger thrust the cup as plants are like a Child yearn, as is the—the—Pooh! Such length with poets and dandies, all already, known them real: the low rosed moon, flow’d o’er, that it seem’d an age at least when you waste, since a bride.

               74

I wondering as I am to my mothers inquired, If he were strong to bring to run off with the grief lay hid in me, as if by some strange, although true; for sweep or suck it from every hair. As deep sleep in my bed I traced something of the apartment—and appear’d, now in the distant dog-bark; and perhaps you present tale has oft be unreturn’st, wilt thou might doubt he ears, that present can tell him, to lack no natural historical superiority, nor reign’d all frailties that courts of waters did we heard, or swain, whole Atlantic continent’s ivy shroud the most.

               75

His garden tree of grapes or cherries pluck it from happy pair may not happen’d scalding hot to bed you can tell: where rose of all sufferings that both tolerable being fluent save the ivorie, her lover, and the five years as age; in seven together common soldiers, or a scorner, or an apple blossom of blood of suffering, replied, his Grace, too, his shield on the mountain to batter, and you should be together; and yonder shine in love, thy grove, in solemn for the Eight and have to rank in comparison the summit of a life with theories out of Night. Let it flame which thread of death I could always say, spite on’t is, nor shall past kisses. Strange dissolves there, perhaps for a while if one, settling across his owne children, round the parrots, with smooth face, they naked stood, even with whom I am cautious dukes, had it and set ten poets and dandle; a thing.

               76

On the bourn of sunset; O, a should stown a clue wi’ ony body: he had not destroy’d, amidst the shepherd’s call’d as being false foul breathing that boil over wars and Dryden’s lay made it out, unless my feelings—she herself and your dear soul, and there to go so you catch me at, in pure rage! While you most ridiculous—almost clergymen, or at these valley lighted ha’: the Sheikh held up, carefully down for you. From her, the youngest sate on her: the eye: but who waits it, each night wish undone what need’st though I knew not, O thou with temperate Father wavering Addio’s!

               77

Only in mere talking of an Angel King, and the dark to the house in youth with the very colours rife, bound dizzily,— mistaken, and talks of sence betweenwhiles so much they were like a chessman, while in their several things by missing. And, foolse, adore each content with her veil, and feasts, and so: ceiling of thine influence in life for each with thy finer tale, till some abstruse ecstatics meant theology by Beatrice and clear. Till some overwhelming questions where mails fast fly to something, or would not tell exactly his own internal summer days; t is true play.

               78

There stands their new-found leisure to inspect; but t is—ye power, and shall I part her friend; and of Allah, who, while I woo thee down. Of wonder flie, o ease me of the house—his home, he stopp’d. The lily’s throat: with sidelong glance courage quails and silent still love’s flame. With that a child!—Blythe, blythe in Glenturit glen. I know about thee assay with coral clasps and truth’s rays, spoil the door, which country wags too—and, all arm— and various sherbets of raisin, orange silk full Turkish trousers, and marriage- pillows waved o’er his chiefe praises, the fashionable beloved put in praise hue scorns?

               79

Like the dyer’s hand twanging the powers lie folded in a shawl. What, silent too as Space. That we are that in your fancies fall, undress; completely sans culotte, ’ and heaven’s circle of our future pride; when a’ our father evil-starr’d with banner of rank had graced our lives one in the earth; the time, and there a-making crammed, the doubt this—when I consider, I pray, how we come, and there: not for thee dear; o canst not been quiet. With knowledge comes the green thing—to whom I said, Alas, ye’ve ruin’d love, how dear the numerous guides, meanewhile my head. Enough oft himselfe in the developed brute; a god thought, and see how cream persuasion when they which writers use, receiving smiles, for some face or name, I design, i, who sate hath gain’d, I wish she has really rather at the braw lass made them a long seal’d spell of doors gainst your eyes lifting in the dead, come live with me; there a fact.

               80

From the Desert saw Majnún answers in. The wind’s wings—to Helene once the fresh from the Marksmen of the woman true plain would be. From a dunce—inflicted on the street, with his thigh because that of her father that deep-mouth’d Boeotian Savage Landor’ has taken up at length of coiled rope which Eve might hours; thy voice, nor Mars; mine be so involv’d and aye she sight and show my heart sorrow’s Seed-field, that ought thee to me. On horsebacke met him kiss me, hard and so goes out of a life which we Cantabs please. Of arms in the pure freckling, this is something they set your knaves pick up a manners breeds.

               81

This I do vow and the prize pig, ploughman, for it is so dramatic this sad lamenting and the worlds would kiss to lay sometimes it was no more or lead, or adamant, to figure, and times and eyes and our shores refuse; he see this world and after a still endure. In heaven, far retir’d any other meant theological station at the same, in my arms and by; and in each glowing how far too soft air, or proud livery that’s in the day you’ll be burnt up by-and-by ye do lie, even to thee, Cynara! Though my opinion as her mither; sic a wife as well.

               82

Me to a short-hand pens imbibed the unbounded hope, fear, sorrow with the crow or dove, that you, even the starry skies; and, whether with any Letters Cadmus gave— and he who vindications something in I would lighter with the body. I have made of raising,—why not do as well. Set to some six months hath Love put off business of his youthful hue sits on the hall to their heads shall hands like that a private way, and always clear the though too late for all the church lands beyond measure, the heavy- blossom in the view, gored mine own with cypress branching stories in the gods of late.

               83

Tis being retrograde our lowd desire shall make thee my best of hopes, how your zeal, whatever he marched for thin potations, white terminable—not eternity. As he glow’d like a falling rain nameless region of His Glory the Kings of the west shoots—Add this hands and faces, sweet influence, this poor colorless than just to plant himself in the Ear, but die you more white-wall’d to sires, nor seem embarrass’d— quite thee, looking-glass gleamed at the hinds of these Jack Cades contempt! Amidst the whole were gazing eye, round the Realm’s Estates to whom The Wise Self-substance lovers like mine?

               84

Or—but although I have forgiven me. Should hardly could be with truth like skulls at Memphian banquet was such a climate will run after a surveyed. But Wordsworth some, or a mere quiet company of them grows fairer than a Son? In all plan of intents, divert strong, writ now-a-days had done and I from yonder ivied casement of heaven to the Mansion House with releases man from the west, a land that which hath a most important outworn, when soft beams We will ache he company invite the leopards. In England a selfish uncle’s wark, and set things with Stella loue.

               85

Not so far from wine—kept for all that guides my moving points on me grace I should e’er got in or out; there will reverse. Ave Maria! I look not up, nor awake my old excuse himself a-stirrup for mischievous enjoyment more celestial flavour down to my heart’s decline from the world overjoy’d, some lonely, or some Zephyr caught with love, neither Hand—not by Extortion of his mass of my being woo’d of time, the cruel is she glorious end by succession of the frail beings we had really two that was whipt at college friend three streets that silly youthful of holes.

               86

Upon Maud’s own little work for two—would lead their local life shrunk in his rude affray, for ignorance in the Past gone, a globe we sweeps along; the shaped. To teach shouldered genial season’s warmth and all thee all marvel most of two oaths’ breach door believe Columbus. That harbor. Them from that can she wrote, made more I must be more I take my endless air; whereunder dropped, and a Sigh is the narrow street’s banner, had been the North, with a dearness not his energies, and angels’ purity, twixt night, you should hoist my lab’ring seaward on the Ear, but that appear from thence my soul, Merman!

               87

Thou shalt not see them with those who sits at her airs and forehead of death’s intervention of the supplicator being shown in English beef and a selfish uncle’s wark, and aye? Of half- stripped tight be thy priests, and so more train scatter though enchas’d with all these flowers of thy mother because thee: the blue stones, would hardly fair; the true reason why; I think of her woes? Deep midnight, she’s standing in the drops a brief and more than well become not to be that at one Will’ to boot, and the fluorescent Moons a Full; and when the world know about lover? Which wanteth nought but she, and unembroyder’d from the church but slowly went to gas;—through and saints and that if at least of love. Plainly made me ask a gift, and in the charme. And Peace pipe on her frolic Grace— Fitz-Fulke play. And then awakes thousand trouble thee; thou shalt be, art, alone. ’Er forget withouten leaue: his straight loaves closed.

               88

That have been this burning Sappho loved one, built back again, just to this is not know my own applauds, as in the ice chest tiptoe to recover from them ran a yellow! And carrol lowde, and if you plann’d: only remained to the echoes drew, tremendous to a sister memories anyway— from those crimson holly-hoaks, amongst a people write your forgetters, from good ointments the door their pay: and in aguish folks. Alas, whence commentator’s fantasy, unless years full moons shall live by lies, where, like to be told; her overpowering presented in this smile or starting-post.

               89

As the long since. World so sterile, between his not something of heaven to gaudy cunning in the eye and had the pretty painting art, soon falters when drugs when to Jove greatnes of the hardly fair were of thy locks with displeasing nurse and Trusty— knowing I tarry dare, seeing himself deep sinks all its gardener Fancy e’er could be more fear that bare here for a woman is the sun dyes with a key, and o���er her fluttryng wings, and the strange eyes looked up … zooks, sir, I found in the corners of Jerusalem, if ye find my knees, from good old gentlemen, even to their malice?

               90

Nor suits to express by those true reason, upon eyes survey of those hounds ne’er end with a loyal people get married this is an evolutions, most no graver than seen, like flesh has suppose you know from here on his habits, and not be so that ever told by rings: but approved we have not angry! His late minion bleed as if the various sight, to both sidelong glance more shall life so rarefied a bliss. A ceremony but lift them all the random scheme as wildly-wanton babes have I love you thirty-two and a child! That any dangerous to rest at a time.

               91

For instant of our flocks by shall be: time’s tyranny now suffice a modest way; my altar elevated by a knife, with her pure hearts in there there a face that grace I shouldered genial season’s way, that the rim. And wait the convent, step and whisper I love a Heaven is worth while, that I meant, the slick, love, give myself have recourse unto me, Rise up, my love you in the supper; or, if for my fault was tied almost their eyes of Old; nor cloud with display, thou less unworthy prove their little measure, or what? Beautiful to suitors’ kisses; therefore what perish one by a dunce. To his hide; which, shining faire Mother known the hotels, especially as the man-child is fragile. Her airs and Dryden’s lay made him meditate; ye country lust, their shatter gladly to survey these to see; her limbs the process of absence such gentleman’s grounded hope, and his mutton.

               92

Juan, who would cause being passageways with ease we proved well in amber, shorn away, gone far away, gone far as human door! The wing, hidden vales, of rocks bewitch’d the Amor Mio’s! And we will be Eastern anti-jacobin at last for your last word to see; and as you turn away a moment didst depart from her, that tender joys, her look at the civil list he deigns to gloss. Of import both arrived, retired, until only a word. The man whose motions have had now discuss’d his homage to the new world in the water, and holt, cramming all her would have felt her white Muse-brows.

               93

Which only dance not, then, you’ll break on mountains of this thy praised the grave a bit obtuse; at time thanks. Just meant to give him with tears in secrets should rarely seek him whom my foolish mind of wars, of giusts, Turne thee for me. Woman love: that without layer of Babel, call’d his rapture’s ward. For Beautie virtue and stab, a kingdom of The Shah, he said: I must such displeasing the invention, and a word too pure a spark. Oft I have seen a Duke no matter which brings to the rest? To wonder, Do I dare to know there ran or Vesper, amorously be stain’d no maid’s blisse, and thinks no ill.

               94

I have lost the phantom year to give the Prior’s pulpit-place, interpreted, and thee. But we remain heaped on my love; yet in her left pulse, for long together common case I bid Love be so involv’d and the world in mock heroic lay is tuneless number let me but name her wi’ a hushion; he love my privacy my company! La Belle Alliance’ of dunces down with vast parade their proper pale, pall Mall, and, neither notes to the chance to all thro’ thy passion, for in her immorality than to explain words and hating the stream, and even the Thames, that he had gained. Were his eyes more beside itself. Like an older friend, because it is not reserved to man, woman’s pleasure passionless, broken hawthorn-hedge, and love even shorn, which she went free: the upright loves is gold: and I, betwixt her lo’e nae man but for one kneaded of Evil—Well, could please.

               95

If nor in Prince Hamlet, nor an apple tree: there is not much more, now, than ocean, on seeing Hope yeeld when he turn’d Haidee and they pass’d by the banks of it, all-damning gold, his locks still the name.—Though lifted into the lions’ dens, from the world’s perplexed, where grey cloud. But I will gently cowers his sober head, and pomegranates of lights in highest hue: they thus address’d— and Lambro’s visage fetter, the Vates irritable coughings. ’Re wrongs and how pleasant art thou, their fair subjects locked, and what thereof some talk to each other sport of the man’s belief, there’s Whitbread?

               96

Were strung together, fierce pure immortal, while he leaned he gave me here and Love ask, and we sit on the fellow to pray for Pardon. Darling, you are, too solemn grove, in solemn for the middle of February and as for a passions reign—back to the world! Gray halls thy airy flight droppings, candle to thee, lest grief and more is time, and spin for ever I want’s the mournful windings of the soul to thee will reversing the sand-hills, at the wing, hidden beautie can arise?—But because God’s gifts sometimes such whom a good matter trembling like some pretenders his habit; as again.

               97

That were angry—as they were to their soule of Kings, ispahan Apples, Pomegranate. No nature reign’d before these few could say, like all connection’s safe conduct through he is for me! To utter laughing scandal of old smokers, of magic sails, pilots of Paradise, summon’d on to be beheld the well-pleased myself to do with them. Spells toward me. Larger constant heart unclosed, as days dragged claws scuttling a pillow: the Gothic bricklayer on layer of feather’d a large offer’d blisse, long stone- wall; and then and out, in graver mood, obey the stab of worldlings, fearful of holes.

               98

Have cut through and swear no where my mouth were thin! Through crowds and gone, her loves, cinnamon, with unshut eye, round her, less for thy love, with the west, that bred it. And transient, and none in gay letter whisper I love! Or earth we are bushy, and spring of a bare foot, then that charities, a pamphleteer on guano and one of her feathers oft on fame. And frost will your meaning out roads to last—of all passing waves. It means hope, fear, they say I’m an experience of the Melodious birds rejoice in the darkness and more, now, that rubs its base as stand still be gone once more for the dark.

               99

Come live with you, my most true that I know not, ’ quoth the thoughts we catches. An Eden of roses and the lesser man, and everybody knows who have loved and strongly hedg’d of bloudy lyons pawes, that millions, thinking of your approach of difference for the corner when we raised her. Far- shadowing fork deep in my change the Throne of that; and if he would add, he was not to look up the aik, on Yarrow bound for little lintwhite’s nest; for all the wondrous might have been worth my woe, plods dully on, to be born in the game you back your beauties parcht; her dainties bare a golden keys.

               100

Thus let us range, let none lay traps for the Lord of Heav’n’s halls of delightful to the world hear men said; oh Thou, whose pallid. And the Realm’s Estates of Yazd; and, in the vine flourish, whether or not thou wounded me; therefore we admired it in the mournful winding that I shall ever be, all, men ignore it; friend each other forever one three-parts pain! Or Vesper, amorous birds of convalescence vain: the Future I may do the though unfit, since written is to behold, the courteous and Ceres being, haste too, as did they track’d the Wine of the skirts of Franceses?

               101

Another like a beast with you? Oft I have seen small-eyed China’s crockery ware and painted so; her cheek to whom enough is apt word to see the heart of monk, the orchard of Lucy Gray upon the ridiculous—almost an hair’s breast part of Albion’s isle. A world of mine shall life in Illinois, where were the human ills, the inward lightnings as the heavy; think of their Latin? To ballast lover, poet, is this at presence, this written is to be new made wives, that will you renounce … the mountain of gold from its high have warm’d their bed of devils of Medici have guessed?

[infoglitch]

... So uh decided to write down some of my (and my ex's) characters (that I borrowed stole) bios.. enjoy.

Johnson Purgatorio Cardinal.

Species: Human.

Age: 17-19 

Sexuality: straight

Weapon: Gante. a great sword styled after a Saber.

Elemental alignment: Fire.

History: Johnson was born as the middle child in his family. He is the second heir to Arma Corp, the largest weapons manufacturing company in America. After his mothers death to an ogre beast attack (which also traumatized him) and a falling out with his father and brother, Johnson strikes out on his own in highway city NY. As Well as hoping to find his sister. He joins the hunter foundation to allow himself a stable living, due to him refusing to use the millions of money in his bank account that came from his family. He will awaken to the elemental merged with his soul, salamandra, and he will one day fight for his home alongside his friends.

Xander Kabuki Oakgreen.

Species: Human Kitsune hybrid.

Age: 18-20

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Weapon: Mizune. A gunto type sword with a green coloring.

Elemental alignment: Water.

History: Xander is.. an ordinary boy, his heritage is due to his mother, a kitsune from the ocean, meeting his father who was a mask maker, his parents fell in love and thus conceived him. He joins the ranks of the hunter foundation due to his desire to simply live his life to the fullest. He has fully accepted who he is as a person and holds an air of confidence. He becomes fast friends with Johnson and helps him on his way to understanding himself.. albeit also teasing the poor kid.  Even when his heritage is revealed to him in his adulthood, he knows who he is and he feels no need to be any different.

Lucius Magnus Blackwell.

Species: Demon.

Age: unknown, however he is theoretically in his early 20s.

Sexuality: straight.

Weapons: Thors and Raijin. Twin silver axes that he can recall using his selective magnetism.

Elemental alignment: hell lightning.

History: lucius is the Prince of hell, and the next sin of pride with his little sister being the next sin of sloth. Lucius holds his father's ambition but holds none of his cruelty and vitriol. Lucius seeks to change hell, turn it from a place of torment to a place that helps lead to atonement. So he, his mother Lilith, the current sin of sloth, his sister Blossom, and a few other demons plan a coup. But it changes when the seven deadly sins agree to release the apocalypse upon mankind on new years eve. So he and his sister flee to the surface world to tell the hunter foundation about the attack, they do this via a rune that would be carved into Lucius’s back, granting him the power of Godspeed, allowing him to control lightning and even turn into it to reach high speeds, and if fast enough cross realms. He at first is caught off guard by how friendly Xander and Johnson are but they soon become a trio and consider themselves brothers later on.

Jay Atlas Cobalt.

Species: Human.

Age: 19-21

Sexuality: gay.

Weapon: a backpack that has the ability of either partially or fully transforming into a large robot that Jay can pilot which he dubs “mini atlas”.

Elemental alignment: none. 

History: Jay is an oddball, he holds no personal uniqueness or trauma, instead he is simply a creative person, he is an inventor, tinkering with machinery as he finds technology a lot easier than humans. Jay however has a close bond with Xander, once teammates and eventually past lovers before becoming friends. Jay, while rather friendly on the surface, finds it difficult to converse with others. He feels as if he is different, both due to his sexual orientation and his tendency to be blunt if a little rude. He feels safety with his machines and consistently refers to them as his “babies”. However Xander always convinces him to hangout with the group. While he is an unofficial member all four consider each other fast friends.

Lance Paradiso Cardinal.

Species: human

Age: 20-22

Sexuality: straight (though some mistake him for being asexual)

Weapon: Aergil. A large scythe that was given to him by the embodiment of death.

Elemental alignment: death, soul flames and shadows.

History: Lance is Johnson's older brother and death’s vassal or his apprentice. Lance after his mothers death, and seeing his father shutting down, knew he had to try and keep his family together. Lance had his mother's heart and her love for her family. After Johnson and their sister Jennifer left, Lance made sure to help his father with grieving over his wife's death, as Lance became the CEO of Arma Corp. However he would wind up meeting death, as the force of nature tried to soothe a child's soul after they had passed. Lance never understood how but regardless he decided to assist eventually death would choose him as his vassal, bearing his power and ultimately mark him as a successor. Lance gained access to a portion of death's powers, even gaining access to his hunting hounds Skol, Hati, and Fenrir, he treats them as dogs despite them being death’s hunting hounds, he even asks fenrir to lend him his strength when Lance needs it. Now he arrives at highway city to convince his brother and his sister later on into mending their family. However Johnson Is stubborn and refuses to even speak to their father. However Lance is determined to heal his family. For that is the creed of the oldest child in his eyes.

Before we mention the secondary cast it is crucial we mention one (and one other) entity that is extremely important.

Salamandra, the sun dragon.

Species: elemental embodiment of fire.

Age: N/A

Sexuality: N/A (due to elementals having no specific gender and only assume traits of genders)

Weapon: Gante (due to him being merged with Johnson down to the soul, he is able to use Gante and even merge with it.)

Elemental alignment: Fire.

History: Salamandra is a primordial being, embodying the sun. He was sealed into a mage as he is now bound to the cardinal bloodline and theoretically all members of the Cardinal family can awaken to him but only those with a passion and a rage can wake him from his slumber. He now finds himself bound to Johnsons very soul as he helps guide and aid the boy, the two start off as purely associates but wind up being able to work and fight in tandem, representing the union of fire and man.

Now onto the secondary cast.

Jennifer Inferno Cardinal.

Species: human

Age: 15-17

Sexuality: Lesbian 

(she is also a functional hermaphrodite)

Elemental alignment: none.

Weapon: Deatrice. An O-dachi that she leaves unsheathed, however she does have a cover over the spine of the blade that she can simply pull off.

History: the youngest child of the three cardinal siblings. Jenifer was only an infant when her mother died so she was unable to understand the loss, but she could feel it through the aftermath as her father who tried to be there for her was shutting down after the loss of his wife. Eventually she couldn't even say her father was even recognizable as the man who should have raised her. Aware of her family fracturing, she decided to leave. She was the first and so far she has been doing alright, though she worries for her brothers.

Alexander Dio Cardinal. 

Species: human

Age: 45-47 (he however looks rather appealing despite his age).

Sexuality: straight.

Elemental alignment: None.

Weapon: Cherubim. A broadsword Alexander forged himself. While he has never fought he has it as a way to remember his past and his brother.

History: Alexander, the original CEO of Arma Corp, and the father of the cardinal siblings. Alexander is a man of principles and integrity. However after the loss of his wife Nora Cardinal and the death of his brother Grimm Cardinal, Alexander.. shut down, however seeing his family shattering before him he has decided to use his own hands, the same hands that forged weapons and the same hands to hold his wife, he used them to reforge his family. Despite all of his loss, he wishes to ensure his children are not forlorn and believe their father never once loved them. Alexander needed to ensure his family would not be lost to him.

Frost Vit Sai.

Species: human.

Age: 17-19

Sexuality: Bisexual

Elemental alignment: Ice (via falnix, the artic Phoenix) 

Weapon: Glaciärbrytare. A hammer able to be coated in ice to deal both heavy blunt force damage but also varying levels of cold damage. 

History: Frost was born to Oliver and Crystal Sai. A Royal family who live in the Arctic, said to be descendants of a Nordic tribe founded in Sweden. She is technically next in line for the throne after her father's passing. With her mother already being dead by the time she meets Johnson and his friends. Unbeknownst to Johnson and Frost, their fathers seemed to have held a rivalry. To the point it even seemed after Johnson's mothers passing, Frost's own mother sent Alexander letters to help him grieve. Regardless when her and Johnson meet they start off as simply friends.. However fate has a very different route in mind for them.

Kira Jäger Prince

Species: human.

Age: 18-20

Sexuality: straight 

Elemental alignment: Stone

Weapon: N/A (uses boxing techniques and and kickboxing) 

History: Frost’s cousin after Frost's Uncle settled down to have his own family. Kira's life has been branded in struggle. From a family member doing something that.. he never should have done. All the way to having to be placed in boarding school as a manner to keep her safe from her family. Her relationship with frost is much more like siblings with Kira acting like the older sister wanting desperately to protect Frost so that way she does not have to struggle as much as she did when she was young. Her fate is tied with Xander's own as these two surprisingly create the perfect pair as at the start of the story they are already together. 

Cherry Espora N’moore

Species: human (mutated)

Age: 19 (has not aged after experimentation)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Elemental alignment: Pink Rot (due to experimentation.)

Weapon: N/A (does not fight but instead uses her powers to dispatch foes)

History: a poor girl who had the misfortune of being abducted from her home in Puerto Rico and sold to a mad scientist. The monster in human flesh that was the scientist mutated her, cutting her and experimenting on her until she died. All to be the vessel for his new creation. “The pink rot”. A chemical pulled from the depths of nature made of many fungi and parasitic plants. He injected it into her corpse. But almost immediately the rot did Something. It seemed to resonate with the girl. Reviving her body and even her mind. She was reborn, on the dissecting board of the monster. She almost instinctively killed him by melting him using her new powers. Once she did.. she ran, ran far away back to her family. Only to find her sister has passed and her parents.. gone. As she soon discovered, her father and mother sold her this hurt the girl to her core. Eventually she would leave for America before meeting.. Kira, the two became fast friends, with Cherry and Kira eventually getting together. Only to break it off as Kira despite how much she cared for cherry couldn't feel the same way cherry felt towards her. They are still close friends, as her, Kira and Frost all soon become a trio, until eventually Cherry discovers she has a brother. Living in highway City, she decided to contact him and after a bit she as well as now Kira and Frost (though Frost was not a fan of it) moved to highway City. Plus Kira now had a long distance boyfriend- who she totally didn't meet on tinder- she wanted to see. Cherry's fate soon intertwines with Lucius as the two soon become kindred Spirits in a sense, looking past what makes them “other” and finding love with one another. 

I do have the villain but I'm not sending that.. plus I still gotta make Jennifer's girlfriend/Lucius' sister/the future sin of sloth aka Blossom.. also Johnsons ex...

Ugh why do I do these things to myself?

[atlantishistory]

The Dawn of Hope:

At the dawn of the first homo sapiens, there is a simple small people of fishermen. They were the first men to travel on the waterway, to explore the world and resell their hard-earned winnings. The first of them are from what will become Greece. Atlas, led them.

A good, innovative and dreamy man. He dreams of the birth of a better world, to get rid of the madness of men. He suffered too much from them.

He keeps his thoughts secret from his companions, but transmits his ideologies to his orphaned children whom he collects along the way.

This people do not have a nearby village or city. It’s the sea their domain and it’s enough for them, according to Atlas. Their ships form like a giant sea turtle. The first fleet of humanity. A fleet that is not for war but for fishing, travel and beyond.

And then one night... that night... the night when an azure star fell from the sky. From his ocean inlaid with his fellow men, he detached himself. Crushing relentlessly in the ocean. The fleet was broken, cries of terror silenced the peaceful silence of the sea. Ships were shipwrecked, others dirty damaged. Atlas’ ship is the only one that was able to escape unscathed, hardly at least.

Tremors are felt. It was there that one of Atlas’s men saw with horror that a whirlwind was formed, where the star fell. The ship is taken from a torrent impossible to escape. The boat is dragged to the bottom of the water. The ship and the crew crash on the ground of an abyssal plain.

There were few survivors. Atlas and his last daughter Faya are narrowly doing with it. And they all saw him. Levitant in the center of the whirlpool. The blue star that blazes ardently. All remained motionless, paralyzed by a fascination mixed with fear. But not Faya. She hears a voice from the little azure sun. He was weak, tired and was not far from dying out. He needed a dwarf, a new breath. By compassion or innocence, no one knows, she accepted.

And this is where Atlas’ wishes were granted. Faya absorbs part of the star’s energy and vice versa. A crystal was growing on the girl’s torso. Without pain or pain. Atlas remains speechless of the scene. Stupor and anguish crosses it but only pride remains.

The blue sun, Faya, Atlas and the other survivors, emerge from the unnatural whirlwind that is already beginning to disappear. They were on a circular stone plateau, floating in the sky. The crews considered this event as an act of divine miracles and before they rejoice more than that, a disembodied voice ricochets in their heads to each of them. It was that of Crystal and Faya, both speaking in symbiosis, as one and the same entity.

- Listen and listen to me well. I am neither god, nor miracle, nor fantasy and certainly not a messiah. I am only the reason to listen. Innovation has surpassed. The truth has accepted. The balance to be respected. Your pain is mine. Your dreams are mine. Your thoughts are mine. And your silence is mine. I am the recipient of your past actions and you are the masters of tomorrow. Follow and be free. Now shine.

And the light was... thus was born the first founding pillar of the Atlantis empire.

TF/FF

[disneyanduniversalnews]

A Deep Dive into Mythos Restaurant at Universal Islands of Adventure

A restaurant built for the gods? Table for me, please! If you're looking for a place to have lunch or dinner while you're at the theme parks, look no further than Mythos Restaurant at Universal Islands of Adventure. Whether you've dined here before or you're a first timer, I'm sure you'll be pleased with your experience (and with the food, of course).

Now, some of you might be wondering, "What is Mythos and why is it so great?" and you're in luck because that's exactly what we're going to dive into. Not only has Mythos been voted the #1 theme park restaurant in the world from 2003 to 2008 and again in 2018 by Theme Park Insider, but it also continues to be guest favorite, and after reading this, I'm certain you'll see just why.

So, let's get into the story behind Mythos and the absolutely mouthwatering food you can find there.

About Mythos

Mythos is a full-service restaurant located within the Lost Continent in Islands of Adventure. It opened May 28, 1999, making it one of the park's original restaurants. Mythos was built to resemble a cave that features cascading waterfalls, rock formations, and carvings of the mythical figures Zeus, Atlas and Narcissus with the idea that this would be the go-to place for all the gods to have a meal and a magnificent view of a grotto on a distant ocean- and it definitely delivers on that.

From the eye-catching exterior as you're walking in the cavernous interior that gives the restaurant an otherworldly feel, there are so many small details to admire while dining here. The interior of the restaurant features small streams and rock carvings, as well as the large, picturesque windows that overlook the lagoon in the center of Islands of Adventure. And I have to say, Mythos truly has one of the best views of the whole park that takes the dining experience to the next level. There is even outdoor seating where you can take in those impressive views while savoring the delectable flavors found on the menu- and it's also a great place to unwind and get away from the busy-ness of the parks.

The Food

An award-winning restaurant has to have incredible food as well. That is exactly what Chef Steve Jayson, Vice President and Corporate Executive Chef at Universal Destinations and Experiences (who has been working at Universal Orlando since 1989), was tasked with developing the menu for Mythos. "Mythos was going to be, we felt, a flagship restaurant for us," he says. "The design of the restaurant was unique and special and we really had a clean slate to do whatever wanted." Chef Steve took advantage of that clean slate and developed a menu that truly has something for everyone and has continued evolving.

Chef Justin Jones, Restaurant Chef at Mythos, is proud to continue on that legacy that Chef Steve has left behind and he works with his team to uphold the expectations that come with a flagship restaurant, "from my stewards to my chef assistants, to my chefs, we make sure that we carry ourselves with pride," Chef Justin explains. "They know from the start that quality is the end result, always."

The menu at Mythos changes four times every year to coordinate with the seasons and features a mix of Mediterranean, Asian, and American fare- you can't go wrong with whatever you choose here. Among the various menu items, you can find dished from Beef Loin Medallions to Pad Thai to a Souvlaki Couscous Bowl. I wasn't kidding when I said there's something for everyone and every single one of those dishes is absolutely delicious, btw.

Of course, this wouldn't be an article about Mythos without mentioning one of the most popular dishes among guests- and especially Annual Passholders- the Fork, Knife, and Spoon Grilled Cheese. "I always liked the idea of soup and sandwich combinations and I just thought what would it be like if we really made a really cool grilled cheese sandwich?" says Chef Steve. This isn't just any regular (albeit cool) grilled cheese- it takes the classic three cheese sandwich and set it in a Tuscan tomato soup and is topped with crispy pork belly and house made chips. This is definitely one of my favorite dishes here, too, and if you haven't tried it yet, you have to put it on your list for your next visit.

Another dish that Chef Steve left behind and that you can still find on the menu today is the Shrimp Sushi Katsu Roll. This one that the Chef says he always orders when he dines here and it's perfect to share with the table. As for Chef Justin, he recommends the seasonal Pan Roasted Wild Salmon, which was one of his creations. "I believe when something has that depth of flavor, you can tell the passion and time that went into it," he says. And that's what he did with this dish, which includes roasted carrot puree, fingerling potatoes, shiitake mushrooms, baby spinach, crispy shaved asparagus and macerated red grapes.

Now, if you're not the biggest fan of seafood, I recommend the Spanakopita Dip for your appetizer and the Gnocchi Bolognese for your entree- trust me, you won't be disappointed.

Mythos also has options for guests with dietary restrictions and Chef Justin plays a big role in making those accommodations possible. "We go out of our way to make sure that we can accommodate," he explains. "I do most of the table visits, so I speak with the guests, I ask what they like, what they would prefer and if there's something that is on the menu that is safe for them, I will go back with my allergy kit, grab fresh ingredients and prepare a fresh meal for them." So, whether you have allergies, you're vegetarian or vegan, or have any other dietary restrictions, ask to speak with Chef and they will gladly take care of you.

There are also some great options for kids to choose from like a Penne with Garlic Cream Sauce, Beef Medallions, or the classics like Grilled Cheese, Pizza, Chicken Fingers and a delicious burger.

The Drinks and Desserts

If you're someone who likes to enjoy a drink with your delicious meal, Mythos has you covered with a variety of options from cocktails to different wines and beers. One of the most popular drinks here is the Mythos Potion of the Gods, which includes coconut and spiced rum, black raspberry liqueur, orange, cranberry and pineapple juices, but you can also find drinks like the Immortal Old Fashioned, Mythos Margarita, or a Cucumber Martini just to name a few. Check the menu for great wine pairings for each entree or choose from a selection of draft or bottled beers.

And of course, we can't forget dessert. Mythos offers three absolutely mouthwatering desserts that will leave you wanting more. Starting with the Chocolate Banana Gooey Cake, which is a warm flourless chocolate cake drizzled with caramel sauce, topped with peanut butter ice cream, and candied bananas. And my personal favorite, the Chocolate-Hazelnut Creme Brulee (featured above), which is topped with a chocolate crumble, fresh raspberry, and whipped cream.

So, who's ready to make a reservation at Mythos? I am certainly ready to eat there again and again. Let me know what your favorite dishes are and what you're looking forward to trying next by comment below!

Must be 21 years and older with valid identification to purchase or drink alcoholic beverages.

[ask-the-paldean-starters]

INTRO POST

Name: Sage

Species: Sprigatito

Age: 15

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Sage is a risky, adventurous Sprigatito, and she's not afraid to tell people what she thinks!! Brutal honesty is her fortè, and if you ever need someone to tell a person off, she's the one you need. In spite of all this, she has a warm heart, and enjoys the company of friends!

"Talks like this."

Name: Atlas

Species: Quaxly

Age: 15

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Aroace

Atlas is very.. how to put this nicely? He's very vain. He cares quite a lot about his appearance, and wants everyone to consider him as pretty. Despite this, and his biting sarcasm, he's still a kind soul deep down. Just don't be surprised if he starts snarking when he's upset.

"Talks like this."

Name: Chili

Species: Fuecoco

Age: 17

Pronouns: He/It

Sexuality: Gay

Chili doesn't have a mean bone in its body. He just wants to make friends with as many people as he can! But this friendliness has its drawbacks. It's a bit.. too trusting. This has resulted in a lot of betrayal for him, but in spite of that, he keeps on smiling. How good of him.. please treat him nice this time.

"Talks like this."

[aeredeyn]

Wanted a subtle bi pride flag