#of my system till i drew it with these two

[gncrezan]

sorry i can't actually stop thinking or posting about auggy they just have that effect (and also some twitter memes!)

[xiakato]

YUJIN- Fantasize(M)

Yujin’s pov

There he is again, his perfect face, hair and height. He’s just my type, the way he smiles, he’s just ugh.  The thoughts of putting it down on him day and night runs through her mind but she knows she needs to hold back.

“Yujin?” His voice rings throughout her ears, sending shivers down her spine.

“Oh Hi Y/n oppa, h-how are you?” I smile at him as he walks up to me, towering over me, his cologne invading my senses. He smells so good.

“Oh I’m better now that I see you,”  He smiles as he takes my hand and kisses the back of it. I blush looking up at him.

“O-oh stop it Y/n you’re making me blush,” I giggle as his thumb glides across my hand softly, “So what brings you here today Y/n?” 

“Mom asked me to drop by to give something to Gaeul,” He says as he walks over to her, dropping the bag on her lap. 

“You should stay for the performance Y/n,” I say to him hoping he will say yes.

“Sure I have some time I can stay and watch,” He smiles as the staff comes to tell us it’s time to start the performance of our song for the music show so we hurry to the stage and Y/n makes his way to the crowd. 

“Yujinnie I have a question for you,” Gaeul says as we walk and get our mics on. 

“What’s up?” I ask as I start to sip on some water.

“Do you like my brother?” She asks me, I spit out my water, looking over at her, she stares at me blankly as I nod shyly, she smiles, “I’ll be rooting for you but if you hurt him so help me god.” 

“I won’t hurt him, I’ll never dream of it,” I smile at her as we make our way onto the stage, my eyes racing through the crowd looking for him. My eyes land on him, his eyes meeting mine, making my heart skip beat. I look away trying to calm myself down as we get to our places. 

Third person POV 

Y/n watches on from the crowd, his eyes constantly on Yujin, the way she was on stage drew him in. His eyes travel around her body as she dances, luring him in even more. The song ends and he walks back to the waiting room, they come into the room shortly after and he praises each of them personally till he gets to Yujin and they just stand there staring at each other. 

“Just kiss already,” Rei blurts out, making the others burst out laughing, while the two of them blush, not breaking their eye contact. He makes his move giving her a quick peck on her lips, ‘soft’ he thinks to himself as he pulls away and quickly leaves the room, embarrassed of what he just did. Ignoring the squels that can make high school girls jealous, he rushes out of the building, his mind racing with what he just did. Kissing her hand is different from kissing her lips. But they were soft and supple.  Hearing footsteps behind him, he looks behind him and it’s Yujin. She smiles when he looks at her and she runs up to him and kisses him.

“I’ll call you later okay?” She says as he just nods as his mind malfunctions. She giggles and runs back inside leaving him as his operating system reboots. He gets in his car trying to calm down his smile.  Driving back home, he crashes on the couch staring at the ceiling as she runs through his mind. Hours fly by without him noticing as his phone pings. He checks it, it’s Yujin asking if she can come over.He texts her back quickly and then sets his phone down and waits. Twenty minutes pass, when a knock on his door echoes through the entrance way. He gets up, running to the door, opening it up seeing her in her outfit from the stage. He smiles as he lets in her. 

“Last time I was here, it was for a celebration for our debut.” 

“It was, I made sure that this place was clean though that time. So sorry for the mess this time, work was hectic this past week so I didn’t really have time to clean.” 

“Oh it’s fine, it’s still somewhat clean,” She says as she lays on the couch and stretches, arching her back. He stares at her, his heart beating in his chest. 

“How was your schedule today?” He asks her as you get a glass of water to give to her.

“It was great, you being there for the music show today made it so much better,” She looks over at him, accepting the glass of water. 

“I’m glad that I could make your day better.”  

She smiles and drinks the water, he sits down in one of the chairs leaning back. Her eyes trace up his figure, flashes of him on top of her, deep inside of her going off in her mind. He looks at her, a few strands of his hair falling in front of his eyes. She gulps, staring at him, making up her mind. She stands up walking over to him straddling him. She giggles as his eyes widen at her sudden movement, she moves his hands onto her ass, “You can make it even better though.” 

“And how can I do that?” He asks her, as she wraps her arms around his neck as she fake ponders for a moment.

“Be mine Y/n, and only mine.” 

“Oka-” He gets cut off as she kisses him, the lust and passion is equal as her hips start to grind against his crotch. He squeezes her ass making her moan into the kiss. She pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva working as a bridge between her mouth and his. She slides to the ground, getting onto her knees as she makes short work of his belt and trousers, pulling them down just enough to fish his cock out. 

She smiles, biting her lip as she starts to stroke it, “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this cock of yours?”  He shakes his head no, “So fucking much,” She peppers kisses up and down his shaft, “This big fat cock destroying me,” She takes him into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she takes him deeper and deeper into her mouth, pulls him out letting his cock glide against her tongue, “You taste so fucking good.” 

“Keep sucking baby,” He mutters out, making her giggle as she keeps stroking his cock spreading her spit. 

“I have an even better idea,” she scoots back a little pulling him to his feet, smiling as his cock swings in front of her, “Face fuck me.” 

“Are you sure?” He asks, his hands already gripping onto her head, she nods, getting him back into her mouth. He pushes as deep down her throat as she will let him. Her gags fill the room as she rests her hands on his thighs, she keeps looking at him. Well trying to keep looking at him, as she taps his thigh making him pull out. 

“Fuck,” She coughs a little, saliva cascading from her mouth, “Again,” She takes him back into her mouth allowing him to use her mouth for his pleasure, she feels her juices running down her leg, soaking up her panties.

“What a needy bitch you are,” He grunts as she gags trying to get him deeper in her throat. She pulls away again coughing, spreading her spit on his cock. 

“Fuck yes, only for you Daddy,” The smile that hasn’t left her face since she has got here, “I’m a needy slut for you.” 

He pulls Yujin to her feet pushing her to the couch with her ass facing him as he rips her pants, “you’re drenched,” Y/n pulls her panties to the side, setting his eyes on her glistening pussy for the first time, rubbing his tip against her clit, she moans softly and whines.

“Don’t tease me Daddy please just fuck me, use me please Daddy I need it,” She pleads wiggling her ass. Y/n can’t help but to chuckle and smile at the needness of her, slapping her ass and hearing her whimper. He slides into her, she tightens around him, “Fuck yes, give it to me I need all of you daddy,” He slams the rest in making her scream out in pleasure, “FUCK YES!” he starts pounding her into the couch, her ass jiggling as he slams himself in and out of her, “Harder! break me daddy!” 

Y/n slams harder and harder into her, pulling her hair, “You’re fucking mine bitch,” He growls as he keeps going with one goal in mind and that’s to break her. Her legs start shaking and her moans echoes through the room. 

“I-I-I’m going to c-c-cum,” She cries out as she squirts all over the couch, making a puddle on the floor. He pulls out and she squirts again, her legs shake as she falls over onto the couch trying to catch her breath and waiting for her body to calm down. She peeks over at him, her eyes trained onto his cock now glistening from her juices. Y/n picks her up walking her to the room, dropping her on the bed and spreading her legs wide and pushing them up towards her head, “U-use me,” she tells him even though she knows that he is going to. Pushing himself back into her, Yujin is just as tight as she was before she was stretched out, Y/n rests his forehead onto hers as he fucks her hard making thighs ripple, making her stare into his eyes, “I love you I love you I love you,” She says repeating as she cums again flooding the bed. She feels him cum deep in her, filling her womb, “so warm daddy.” 

“Let's get you cleaned up,” Y/n pulls out of her and watches his cum drip out of her, he smiles as he helps her get out of her clothes and gives her some of his to wear and quickly changes the sheets. 

“I love you Y/n.” 

“I love you Yujin.”

[spideybatsy]

Late Night

Summary: GN!Reader gets a cleaning job working at Wayne Enterprises when a certain billionaire playboy develops an obsession with them. Pairing: Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader WC: 3K Warnings: being watched without knowing, mentions of erections, nothing too serious. Notes: Can be read as any batsy you’d like, I personally picture Bale bc I’m a slut for him <3 This is the first chapter in my new series! I haven't written in a year, so be kind Masterlist

The wind pressed against your sweat slick skin as you stepped into the shadow of Wayne Tower. A shiver rolled down your spine, half caused by the weather and half by the ravenous butterflies in your stomach. Starting a new job is never easy but God, you have never needed a job as much as you need this one.

The renewal of your lease brought a steep increase in rent at the same time as your boss announced he was closing the business. You couldn’t really say you were surprised, the bakery was definitely a front for something nefarious, why else would the GCPD come in every other week?

It was a shame, really. You loved working at the bakery, especially during those quiet moments when you could just sit there and watch the world go by. God knows you’ll be rushed off your feet now.

Cleaning wasn’t your first choice, nor was it your second. Hell, it wasn’t even on the list. But you were not in the position to be anything but grateful when your friend mentioned an opening at their work. The hours weren’t the best but the pay was surprisingly good.

You walked into the building and were immediately shoved by someone sprinting to the lift. Taking a deep breath, you regained your bearings, straightened your shirt, and headed for security. You’d been in the building only once, for your interview, but figured you’d need some sort of pass to get into the actual offices. 

The security man who served you was disarmingly attractive and you couldn’t help but blush as he ran his eyes down your figure. His hair was a dirty blonde, pushed back and behind his ears. 

“First day?”

“That obvious?” 

He chuckled, before asking for your name and looking you up on the system.  “I’ll just call your supervisor, Emily, to come down.” 

“Thank you.” The two of you fell into an almost awkward silence. “How, uh, long until your shift finishes?”

“I’m on a morning today, so I finish at 12. How about you?” 

“Well, I’ll usually be doing the 4 till 10 shift but they wanted me in earlier today. So, I'll finish around 3.” 

“Too bad.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“Well, I would’ve loved to take you out for dinner.” Were your cheeks on fire or was it suddenly just really hot in here? “Maybe it’ll have to be lunch instead.”

You opened your mouth to respond but was interrupted by Emily calling your name. 

“There you are, I’ve been waiting for you!”

You flashed a sorry smile at him and rushed over to your friend's side. 

“Hey, what’s that guard's name?” Although you knew he couldn’t hear you from here, you still whispered.

You cringed as Emily started to turn back, quickly reaching out and stopping her.

“I think that’s Russell.” She whispered back, “Why?”

“He asked me out on a date.”

“Really?” Well, no more whispering. You simply nodded your head, following her into the lift. “You don’t even have your access pass and you’ve got the men drooling. You dirty stop out.” 

“I haven’t slept with him!”

“Yet.”

“I’ll be telling HR you called me a slut.”

“Hoping they’ll sleep with you too?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, pushing her slightly with your shoulder. As the numbers on the lift drew higher, the two of you settled down. Joking with your friend was one thing but you needed people here to take you seriously, even if you were just the cleaner.

“Are the people here nice?” You weren’t expecting your voice to sound so… small.

Emily looked over at you, affectionately bumping your shoulder. “Yeah, most of them are lovely.” 

“What about the others?”

“Fuckable.”

The lift doors opened and filled the floor with the sound of your combined laughter. 

—-

“And down here, you have Mister Wayne’s office.” You followed Emily down the hallway, looking into an office and making eye contact with an older man. You gave him a quick smile and was pleased when he returned it. 

“That’s Lucius Fox, he’s really the boss.”

“What about Bruce Wayne?” 

“What about him?” Emily stopped at the front of the last door.

“Well, it’s Wayne Enterprises, isn’t it?”

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

You couldn’t help but gasp as she threw the door open, jumping to apologise to the aforementioned man. 

Only, he wasn’t there.

Emily laughed, walking further into the room. “He’s hardly here, probably recovering from his drunken nights spent with supermodels.”

You hesitantly followed her in, amazed by the so-called office. This one room was probably bigger than your whole apartment. It definitely had better views. 

“I’m not sure you should be talking about our boss like that,” you mumbled, walking over to the floor to ceiling windows. 

Emily came to stand next to you, “it’s not like he’s ever here to hear it.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you jolted around, instantly fearing the worst. Was it possible you could be fired before you even got your first paycheck? How were you going to pay rent now?

You couldn’t tell if you should be relieved or not when you realised it was the man you’d smiled at earlier. Lucius Fox. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Emily replied, turning back to the view. 

Oh my God. What was she doing? “Please excuse my friend, Mr Fox. I think she meant-”

“I know what she meant,” he responded while walking over. 

You opted to say nothing and pretended to look out the window, wishing for the tension to dissipate as quickly as possible.

“You’re scaring them to death, Fox.” 

The older man laughed, coming to rest his hand on your shoulder. “Worry not, dear. You’ll grow used to the banter.”

The tension started melting from your shoulders, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

—

Within two weeks, you’d fallen into a comfortable routine. You came into work at 3:45 to make yourself a tea and read your book, before starting work at 4. You start at the side furthest from Wayne’s office, as they left the earliest. By the time you reached the common areas, the rest of the staff would be leaving, only Fox remaining. He was always the last one to leave, usually close to 7. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, since you knew he was typically the first person in the office too. So, you’d bring him a decaffeinated coffee around 5pm. You’d find yourself talking to him for a while, usually about stories from the past that you could both laugh about. 

Truth be told, you were starting to really enjoy the man's company. He had a dry sense of humour that you found hilarious. Being in the office late could be rather lonely, so you clung onto the moments you had with him. 

A positive of working alone in the office was that you could play all your music out loud. You’d recently gotten into a podcast where three friends read stories and discussed them. A lot of them were light hearted or ‘am i the asshole’ reddit posts.

Tonight, you listened to their supernatural episode as you finished up in Fox’s office when you heard a bang down the hallway. Slowly, you creeped to the door to peep down the corridor but there was no one there.

Maybe the ghost stories were getting to you. You shook your head and turned back into the office when you heard the noise again. Jumping, you looked toward the sound. The only thing down there was Mr Wayne’s office.

Clutching your mop between closed fists, you edged down the hallway. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open and rushed in, hoping to catch the perpetrator in action.

Only the office was empty, of course it was. You couldn’t help the relief that coursed through your veins. It was obviously going to be empty, you had yet to see The Bruce Wayne in this room. You were starting to wonder if it had even been used. Maybe Fox should get this office, that way someone can appreciate the view.

You laughed quietly to yourself before turning off the podcast and putting on some tunes. That was more than enough scares for you tonight.

Unbeknownst to you, you were not alone. A certain billionaire had stumbled in here before his night duty, expecting to find the place empty as usual. He hadn’t been in for a few weeks now but things rarely changed this high in the building.

Then you’d burst into the room, armed with a mop and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. You were the single most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Who were you and what were you doing here? 

He couldn’t help the way his dick twitched in his trousers. No. Now is not the time. 

He stayed in the shadows and watched you work, diligently going from one room to another before stopping in the kitchen to make a drink. You pulled a book out of your bag and read for a while. Bruce found himself creeping closer, eager to see what you were reading. 

Then you looked up and it seemed like you were staring straight at him. He knew you couldn’t see him but he couldn’t stop the way his heart stuttered in his chest. Nor the way his lower half jolted. 

What was it about you that made his infamous control slip? He’d never had this issue, not even as a teenager.

Your eyes widened as you kept gazing in his direction and he slowly turned his head. The bat symbol drifted amongst the clouds. 

He held back a sigh as he shifted further into the darkness. 

Maybe he was due a visit back into the office, after all. 

—

Or maybe not. 

It had been a week since Bruce first saw you in his office, clutching a mop like your life depended on it. Sometimes, when he lay awake in his bed, he thought about how oblivious you were to his presence that night. And every night since.

He should really get you some self defence classes, perhaps send them as a gift from Wayne Enterprises. He hated thinking about what could’ve happened if he really was a burglar. He could only keep you so safe, you needed to be able to handle yourself. 

Then he felt a bit crazy. Here he was, talking about you like you were… part of his life. Although, he supposed at this point you were part of his life. He just wasn’t part of yours. Too many times he’d driven to the building just to never get out of his car.

He’d asked Fox about you at his last equipment meeting. He tried to act nonchalant about it, casually asking if there were any new staff on the top floor. 

“We have a new cleaner.” Fox said, relaying your name. “They’ve been here for about three weeks. Settling in very well.”

Bruce repeated your name, strangely satisfied by the way it rolled off his tongue. 

“May I inquire why you’ve asked about them?” Fox’s words caught Bruce off guard. “You’ve never been interested in the Wayne staff before.”

“Just keeping up to date with the comings and goings of my fathers legacy.” Bruce suddenly found the kevlar padding very interesting. 

“Better late than never, I suppose.” Fox hummed, running his fingers across the fabric. “This kevlar is half the weight of your current gear.”

“Is it still as durable?”

You didn’t come up in the conversation again but Fox filed the information away, eager to ask Alfred about it. 

—

“What does your partner think about you working so late?”

Fox’s question caught you completely off guard, causing you to almost spurt out your tea. He immediately grabbed the tissues off his desk, handing them to you.

“Forgive me, it was an inappropriate question.” 

“No, no, no. It’s fine.” You said, finally swallowing down your mouthful. “I, uh, don’t have a partner. So, I don’t think they mind.”

“I suppose that makes two of us.” 

Before you could respond, he tactfully changed the conversation. 

—

“They’re single, you know.” 

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t look away from his newspaper. “Whose single, Alfred?”

His heart almost broke free from his chest when Alfred said your name. 

“How would you know that?” Bruce’s words were more rushed than he would’ve liked, the newspaper long forgotten on the table.

“Every old man has his secrets.”

“You spoke to Fox,” Bruce sighed. “They probably thought he was coming onto them.”

“Worried you have competition, Master Wayne?” 

Bruce couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“You know, I may not be the master of romance but I hear that the first step in any relationship is to talk to each other.” 

“Obviously,” Bruce muttered, picking his newspaper back up.

“What you’re doing right now has a name, Master Wayne.” 

“And what is that?”

“Stalking.”

Bruce couldn’t help but flinch at the word. He turned to defend himself but Alfred was already gone, leaving him a pot of tea. 

—

You were sitting in the kitchen, tea in one hand and your book in the other. You’d found yourself in the office a bit earlier than usual but didn’t mind. It was always good to have some time to wind down before you started your shift. 

“What are you reading?” 

You couldn’t help but inwardly sigh, putting your bookmark in. “Just a-” Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up. If Russell was attractive, this man was downright gorgeous. A face carved for a god with luscious hair combed behind his ear. 

He looked eerily familiar but you couldn’t quite place him. You could feel your cheeks heat up as you bought your gaze back down to the book.

“I’ve never heard of The Dry Heart before,” Bruce’s heart leapt from his chest as he took the seat across from you. “What’s it about?”

You sneaked a glance up at him but immediately looked back down when you made eye contact. “It’s about an unhappy marriage, I’m reading it for a book club.”

He hummed, his eyes searching your face. You were even more breath-catching up close. “You must be our new cleaner,” you liked the way he said your name far too much. “I’ve been meaning to catch up with you.”

“You have?” Who was this man? You would remember seeing such a gorgeous face among the office. 

“I try to meet all the new employees but I’ve been a bit slack lately, please forgive me.”

You slowly lifted your eyes to look at him and couldn’t help the way your lips lifted. 

“Consider it forgotten,” you said softly.

He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by Fox. 

“Mr Wayne, how lovely to see you again.” Lucius came in and stood beside you. “I see you’ve met our latest employee.”

Your eyes shoot, Mr Wayne? Surely not. In your rushed state, you completely missed the way Fox smirked at Bruce, causing the younger man to stare daggers back at him.

“Of course, it’s important to know everyone in the office.” 

Fox hummed, turning back to you. “Please excuse us, I have a very important meeting to drag Mr Wayne into.” 

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You had a hard time even saying the words, your mind whirling. Wasn’t Bruce Wayne an arrogant asshole? This man was the furthest from that. He was so kind and funny. And good looking. Holy shit was he good looking.

No, you’re not doing that. Not to your boss. Especially not when your boss is a world famous womaniser. 

You can’t help the way your eyes follow him as he walks out or the way they trail down to his perfect ass. Entering the hallway, Fox rolls his eyes when he sees the massive smirk on Bruce’s face. 

—

“I was hoping I’d find you here.”

You can’t help but jump as Bruce walks into the kitchen. “Mr. Wayne, I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”

“Please,” he sits down at the table and smiles at you. “Call me Bruce.”

“Okay, Bruce.” 

Bruce savours the way his name rolls off your tongue and how your cheeks go bright red under his gaze. His eyes follow as your blush spreads down your neck and under your neckline. 

“I usually take the new employees out for lunch, your turn is well overdue.” He takes a moment before continuing. “I guess ours would be more like dinner.”

“I suppose so,” you smile at him, oblivious to his wandering gaze. “But you don’t have to do that, Bruce. It’s fine, honestly.”

“I insist. How about tonight?”

You brought a lousy microwave dinner for tonight but there’s no reason why it can’t wait for tomorrow. Plus, who doesn’t like a free dinner? Lost in thought, Bruce takes the opportunity to study the way you bite your lip and store it away for later. 

“Sure, tonight is good.”

—

You weren’t sure what to expect during dinner but it wasn’t this. Bent over, your hand clutching your side in an attempt to ease your stitch as you laugh hysterically. Bruce is laughing too, his smile so big it shows his perfectly pearly whites.

“No way, you’re lying.” You gasp between breaths.

“I wish,” Bruce looks away in faux-shame. “I wasn’t always the smoothest.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Your laugh settles into a smile. 

“Why’s that?” He sounds genuine when he asks, curious even.

“Well, look at you.” You immediately heat at the implication, quickly stuttering off an excuse. This is not a date. “Y-You’re The Bruce Wayne. It would’ve been a-all over the newspapers if you, uh, messed up.”

Bruce merely hums, his eyes dropping down to your lips as you bite away at them again. 

This is bad. You cannot be flirting with the boss, especially not your boss's boss. Sure, he might be into it now but he’s not known to stick around with the same person for long. You can not afford to lose this job if things go bad.

You’re saved by the server coming back to drop off the check. Bruce’s hand grasps yours as you go to take the check, sending a bolt of electricity down your arm. His eyes find your own, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I’ve got you.”

Fuck. 

[muldj0rd]

What's Your Type? || Sebmark

Summary: Sebastian doesn't understand why Mark keep turning away the people that walks up to him while they're out, so with enough alcohol in his system, he asks why

Warnings: anal, anal fingering, unprotected sex, blowjob, drunk sex, not beta read

Masterlist || AO3

Mark was an attractive man, nobody could deny that, and if he did, they’d be lying. As a result of this, Mark was always approached by both women and men looking for a good night

Sebastian knew this. Sebastian and Mark weren’t together, they barely even talked a lot, but the thought of Mark fucking somebody else than Sebastian, made the blonde’s blood boil till he overheated

Sebastian had tried multiple times to get closer to Mark, but the way the Aussie looked at him was too intimidating, yet, the German got so turned on when he looked at him like that

It was embarrassing how jealous Sebastian got when he saw various girls and guys walk over to Mark when they were out celebrating after a good race

Mark could get any of the people who walked over to him, but for some reason, he had turned them all down. Every single one of them. Sebastian wanted to know why but never dared to ask

He had told himself that tonight. Tonight was the night he was gonna ask… He just needed a little more alcohol inside him before he could get the courage to be under his intimidating stare without getting a hardon you could see from a mile away

The clock had hit around 2 in the morning, and everybody had started going back to their hotels, getting some rest before their flight to the UK

Sebastian drowned the last bit of his drink before he placed the empty glass on the bar counter and walked over to the booth Mark was sitting at, alone since the others had abandoned him to go before they got too drunk

Mark merely looked at Sebastian. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at him the way he normally did

“Mate, I'm warning you. I’m really drunk” Mark said, his accent thickened by the alcohol

“Yeah, that’s fine, I just wanna ask you something” Mark leaned back into his seat, looking at Sebastian across the table “Why? Why do you turn everybody away who walks up to you? They clearly want to get into your pants, and you could get any of them, yet, you turn them all away” Sebastian yapped quickly, confused by his teammate's actions

“They’re not my type” He shrugged

Not his type? Sebastian had noticed that, from the girls' side, they were all different, but the guys, they were all tall, muscular, fit, full of themselves, brunette, brown eyes “What is your type?”

It was only now that Mark looked at him the way he normally did. Sebastian squirmed in his seat, he might even have let out a whimper if you listened closely enough

Mark looked Sebastian up and down the best he could with the table blocking his lower body “Short, blonde, blue eyes, not someone who hits the gym every waking out” Mark hit Sebastian’s foot with his own, playing it off as an accident “A twink” He said, making intense eye contact with Sebastian as he took a sip of the alcohol in his glass

Sebastian’s cheek heated up with a slight blush, as well as it crept down his neck. It wasn’t noticeable if you were starting a few feet away, but with how close the two were sitting across from each other, it was very noticeable for the Aussie

It drew out a chuckle from him as he saw the change of colour in the German’s cheeks

The kiss was messy from the start, even more so as they stumbled into one of their hotel rooms. It was wet, sloppy, and uncoordinated. Both sets of hands all over each other

Sebastian had pressed Mark up against the wall and gotten on his knees quicker than what wouldn’t have hurt him

Mark’s one hand had drawn through Sebastian’s hair, pulling at it softly as Sebastian’s small hands worked on the Aussie’s belt, looking up at him through hooded eyelids, looking so innocent, even with their mixed spit running down his chin from the messy kiss

“Fuck. You’re so pretty like this, Seb” Mark breathed out, almost a breathy moan as Sebastian had gotten Mark’s jeans and boxers down to his mid-thighs

Sebastian whined at Mark’s words, feeling his hand tugging on his hair as he spit in the palm of his hand, slowly getting Mark fully hard

“F-fuck” His breath shuttered as Sebastian’s thumb went over his tip “God. You’re so good at that” Mark smiled as Sebastian slowly circled his tongue around the head

Sebastian smiled as well as he could while taking all of Mark into his mouth that he could, putting his hand around the rest he couldn’t fit

Sebastian started moving, gaging ever so slightly as he could feel Mark hitting the back of his throat

Mark groaned every time he hit Sebastian’s throat as it sent vibrations all through his cock and up his spine, pulling him closer to the edge, making him tighten his hand in Sebastian’s hair, making the German moan around the cock in his mouth

Mark forced Sebastian off of him, panting hard. He looked down at where Sebastian sat, lips puffy, spit down his cheek, hair messy, eyes watering from the force in his throat and the sting in the scalp of his hair

“Fuck, you’re good at that” He chuckled, stroking his thumb over Sebastian’s cheek

“Thank you” He smiled slightly, going toward Mark again, trying to get his mouth on him

“Don’t. Gonna make me come” He was still panting hard

“Isn’t that the point, no?” Sebastian asked with a confused expression

“I’m an old man, Seb. I can’t go multiple rounds” His breathing had settled somewhat back to normal “Strip and get on the bed” Sebastian didn’t hesitate to take off his clothes and get on the bed, laying on his back

Mark slowly walked over to him, getting his own clothes off at a painfully slow speed

The moment Mark slightly hovered over Sebastian’s naked body, he had his legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer

“Seb, no need to rush” Mark said, kissing the blonde’s neck, drawing whimpers from him

“Please, I just want you inside me. Please” Sebastian begged, bucking his hips up, hoping for some friction

Mark didn’t see it, but he could feel Sebastian scramble on the bed

“Mark, please. I just need you inside me, bitte” He whined, pressing the bottle of lube into the Aussie’s hand

“Give me a pillow” Mark said, leaning back to take a proper look at him

He put the pillow under his hips, getting Sebastian in an ankle where Mark would hit him in the perfect spot with ease

Mark poured some of the lube onto his fingers, warming it up a bit before pressing one to his rim, making Sebastian whimper and grip the sheets beneath him

He entered his first finger, holding onto Sebastian’s thigh with the other hand, digging his nails softly into his skin

He twisted his finger, getting Sebastian adjusted before he started moving it, hearing all the whimpers that he drew out of the German

Mark slowly pushed a second finger into him, drawing out a moan from Sebastian at the suddennessnness

He slowly started moving his fingers, stretching him out so beautifully. He curled his fingers, hitting just the right spot inside Sebastian that made him almost scream out his moans and his body shake

Mark entered his third finger, even though Sebastian had said multiple times he was ready. Poor judgment had Mark thought

“Mark, please I’m ready. Bitte, bitte. Please” Mark finally gave in to Sebastian’s pretty begging. He curled his fingers one last time before he pulled them out, earning him a whine from the man under him

He wiped off his fingers on Sebastian’s thigh, making him squirm under his touch

Sebastian looked up at Mark as he poured lube onto himself. He gave himself a few pumps with his hand before he lined himself up with Sebastian’s hole

Sebastian whines and whimpers as Mark slowly pushes into him. He groaned himself as he pushed all the way in. He held his hips still, getting the German to adjust to him

A few seconds went by before Sebastian told him he could move. He didn’t hesitate and started moving slowly

He grabbed Sebastian’s hips tightly, digging his nails into his skin, most definitely leaving marks for him to see tomorrow

As he started setting a faster and rougher pace, he had found his prostate, drawing out the most beautiful loud moans Mark had ever heard

“Fuck, you sound so pretty, baby” He said, shifting his weight onto his left arm, hovering over him, speeding his hips up more

“Fuck, Mark. Please- ‘m so close” Sebastian pleaded between his moans, wanting his release

“Hold on for me a little longer, okay?” Sebastian managed to nod a few times, even as his body shook rapidly beneath Mark, trying to hold his orgasm back

Hi attempt to hold it back, made him clench hard and fast down onto Mark, pulling him closer to his release as well

“You’re so- Fuck, you feel so good” He groaned, putting his hand around Sebastian’s cock, slowly starting to stroke him “Come for me” Sebastian didn’t need any more confirmation before he came, shooting his load onto his stomach and down Mark’s hand

Mark wasn’t long behind. He managed a few more thrusts before he stilled his hips and came deep inside Sebastian with a deep groan

As he felt himself soften, he pulled out of Sebastian, not missing the small whine that escaped from his plump lips. He laid down beside him, propping himself up on his arm “You’re real pretty, you know that?” Mark asked, causing a giggle from Sebastian who rolled over as well

“You’re drunk,” He said, smiling nonetheless

“Yeah, but I know what I'm talking about,” He said, placing a kiss against his lips, hand into his hair, messing it up even more. He pulled back and went to find a damp towel to clean them both up with

“How long?” Sebastian asked as Mark pulled his body into his own “How long have i been your type?” He clarified, letting hi head fall into the crook of Mark’s neck

“Ever since i laid my eyes on you the first time”

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Anything for Gavriel please 🙏🏻there was a time when people wrote for BestFriendsDad!Gavriel but they don’t anymore and I’m stuck there😭😭😭

Slightly suggestive/sexual

Game of tag

You felt awful. Had been since the first day you saw Gavriel and the first thing you felt was dampness between your thighs as your eyes fell on the most gorgeous male you had ever seen. Your friend Lily had always talked highly about her father. He raised her alone. He was her best friend. “There are no males like him these days, lucky was my mother to find him”, she had told you one night as you two lay in her room. As lucky as that woman was to have bedded him and birthed his child she didn’t appreciate what she had if she had simply packed up and left him.

The thought alone had kept you tossing and turning long after Lily had fallen asleep. No matter what you did your thoughts dragged you down to him. The man that you knew slept a couple of doors down the hallway. You cursed yourself as your thoughts drifted to Gavriel. Your body grew flushed and warm as all sorts of thoughts swirled through your mind. You couldn’t do this. You needed to cool off and get some fresh air. Anything to push the thought of him out of your system.

As quietly as you could, you made your way down the stairs. A glimpse of light from the living room catching your eye. You knew you shouldn’t intrude. It’s not your house. It could be anyone. But your feet carry you forward regardless. And here he stood. A glass of wine in his hand as he stared into the fireplace. Gavriel’s back was turned towards you. But even the sight of that bared to you was enough to make you feel weak in the knees. The toned muscles. The forever marked skin.

“It’s not polite to stare like that”, his voice made you screech as you backed away, hitting the side table. Sending the lamp on it to sway. “I… I was not… I just”, you stuttered, “I… the night is too warm I wanted to take a walk”. Gavriel turned slightly, glancing towards you, “Alone at such hours?”

“I can take care of myself”, you urged back, lifting your chin a little higher. “That’s what Lily says as well”, he chuckled slightly. “I’m not your daughter”, you threw the line at him, hating the comparison because it drew a line between you two. The room felt quiet for a moment. Gavriel slowly put his glass down, “What do you want to be?”

His words threw you for a loop as you watched him slowly step closer to you. “I…”, you swallowed thickly, backing away. It wasn’t out of fear. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. You just knew if he got close years upon years of experience on his behalf would be able to see right through you. “Do you think I don’t sense it”, he shook his head, “Silly girl, what thoughts are brewing in that head of yours”, his fingers tap at your temple before he traces his finger down your cheek, lifting your chin.

“No thoughts”, you breathed out, “None”. It was pathetic to lie. Gavriel knew that even better, “So, if I was to slip my hand beneath your thighs…”, his voice trailed off. But it was enough to make you gasp as your hands flew to stop his palm. “You’re too young, my dear, man like me aren’t meant for girls like you”, he leaned in before pushing back away. “You don’t know that”, you argued back, “You don’t get to choose what’s good or bad for me”. But his back was already turned to you as he walked back to his armchair.

“Go back upstairs and try to sleep”, he said calmly, reaching for his drink once more. “You don’t get to do this”, you whined walking after him, stopping only till you were right in front of him. “I know you want me too, I have eyes. I see you watching me”, you pushed on but his face was unreadable. “You come to me. We take walks, we talk. Don’t tell me now that you find my company childlike”, you pushed on.

But Gavriel only lifted his drink to his lips, gazing at the fire once more. You let out a frustrated sigh. Reaching for the straps of your nightgown, slipping them down your shoulders, letting the material pool at your ankles. Gavriel’s hand tightened around the glass as his eyes finally drifted back to you. “What do you want me to do?”, you asked, feeling your heart hammering at your chest.

“Put the clothes back on”, he breathed out, nostrils flaring. “You don’t want that”, shaking your head you stepped out of the material beneath you. “Girl… don’t play with fire”, it was a growl now in his tone. “Play…”, you mused, “Thought you liked to play”. You reached out brushing your fingers through his hair. “How about a little game of tag. I run. You chase”, you knew this was dangerous but the thrill of it took over clouding your better judgement. “Don’t you dare run”, Gavriel pointed a finger at you. You only smiled at him sweetly before turning towards the patio door. Take two steps at a time down before wet night grass like at your feet. You heard a roar from inside the house. You had no chance of outrunning him but you had never planned to do that in the first place.

[supertrainstationh]

GAME GEAR

Super Train Station H

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Game Gear: keeps you busy till the train's here.

Full color screen, 8-bit graphics so vibrant they make your eyes tear. No one cared that it's just a smaller Master System, it had top tier games, so we put it into commission.

Stereo sound to listen, but only if you've got headphones: can't squeeze two speakers on something that predates iPhones.

Playing on the ride home - Dad's stuck in late night Brooklyn Bridge traffic, speed's a no-go: but I'm behind the wheel with Ayrton Senna racing in Monaco.

The glow of the screen, makes the back seat a party scene, the batteries running out now would be a bad dream - they drain faster than Sonic dying in "Sonic Spinball". Mom's got extra Duracells, she has it covered, so trust her.

Vanishing colored gems in "Columns" like Fruit Gushers.

"Fantasy Zone", a shooter with Lisa Frank syndrome, space combat so cute you don't wanna quit.

"Sonic the Hedgehog", where do I start with this? I admired Eggman's robot transformation gimmick, but roboticizing my animal friends is beyond my limit.

Doc mocks me with Cumming's Robotnik cartoon voice, because my head-canon for this game is multiple choice. Sally, Antione, Bunny,and Rotor are my back-up crew, gonna beat Robotnik, and all his Badniks too, and solve mechanical puzzles too tough for Nancy Drew.

The Doctor's sinister, his boss stages make my head spin,   but in the name of great justice: I gotta fight him - powered by six double-A's of bottled lightning.

Loved my Game Gear, for playing in the dark; nothing came near, but its nemesis the Game Boy was one for Sega to fear. Nintendo's black-and-white screen made Sega get cocky, let their guard down, but Game Boy came swinging like Rocky.

Smaller price tag - which the parents loved. Needing less batteries fit budgets like a glove. Barely small enough to fit into a 90's kid's pocket, looks like a brick today, but back then, it was some hot kit. You know Mr. Yokoi's team was proud of it. And the batteries lasted a lot longer too, you could play all day hiding it under your desk at school.

And Sega boned their own ads by dissing Game Boy fans, instead of luring handheld gamers with an olive branch.

Wow. What a system, How could I not miss it? Nostalgia soaring high like "Space Harrier" missiles.

I showcase it on Twitch to help spread the word, sometimes it's new to even long-time Sega nerds. I'd talk forever on Game Gear, you know I like this. But my batteries are low, so it's time to split.

[My Twitch] [My VOD Channel] [My FA] [My Ko-fi]

[tyrantisterror]

No Small Feat Art pt. 10 - The Wild Woods

By request, I’m gonna show off some of the artwork for No Small Feat, a Midgaheim story my friends and I told through the TTRPG system Fabula Ultima. I drew a lot of characters and monsters for it, and my friends - in particular, @dragonzzilla, @scatha5, and @dinosaurana - helped line and color them so we’d have cute little sprites to use on our online battlemaps, which really helped sell the whole “we’re playing an oldschool turn based RPG” vibe that Fabula Ultima’s system is going for.

In this part, we’re gonna look at the many NPCs introduced in the campaign’s penultimate arc, the Wild Woods.

At the end of the first arc, while traveling from Hansand to Peralt, our heroes heard a strange and terrible cry, and were promptly set upon by a vast and terrifying lupine monster, one that they primarily knew from rumors up to that point: The Ravening Beast. And every time they traveled between towns since, they had to roll a dice to see whether or not they'd encounter the monster again - and the more crown jewels they had, the more likely the beast would appear. Well, with two currently in hand and three taken by the Big Bad, our heroes knew they'd have to encounter the beast again, and decided to do it on their terms this time. So they tracked it to its den.

Of course, no woods in Midgaheim has only one monster in it, as the presence of one often attracts others. The Ravening Beast being a wolf (of a sort), it probably wasn't surprising that Barghests (big magic wolves) and Fenrisbroods (bigger magic wolves who have a bit of Jotunn in their DNA thanks to their progenitor, Loki) lurked in its den.

And there were others - a troll lurked under a bridge in one area, but was easily dissuaded when it say how capable the PCs were of dealing with it. Three large Cthonic Boars provided some valuable intelligence when questioned by our heroes, while the cathaneg lyon gave them a chance to prove their heroism to the wolves by saving one of the barghests from its jaws. The manticore looked like it might provide some menace for a short period, but compliments given to his singing voice quickly swayed him from foe to friend. As for the bark-skinned, branch-horned Herlewin, he was just a poor lost fairy looking for his missing lantern to find his way back home.

There were two more strange creatures waiting for the party before they could see the Ravening Beast. The first was a wolf with an oddly intelligent gaze who was oddly protective of Edmund in particular, while the second was woodcutter with a dark secret: not only was he a werewolf (and a garwolf specifically, capable of keeping conscious control of himself while in wolf form), but he was the father of the Ravening Beast, having concieved the monster with a Fenrisbrood while stalking the woods. The mix of lycanthropic blood and the fenrisbrood's own potent Jotunn and wolf genes created a massive and unstable monster, one whose overactive metabolism meant its hunger could never be sated - an enormous predator who was doomed to starve no matter how much it ate till the day it died.

After slaying its dad, our heroes confronted the beast, and realized that its already unstable body had been pushed to a deadly extreme by swallowing one of the crown jewels. As the beast tried to devour them in a vain attempt to keep its body from eating itself, our heroes did the best they could to put it down gently, and comforted the monster that had chased them for so long as it passed out of this world and into the next.

[secretsnowclub]

I found a weird old Gamecube survival horror game??? Can you help??

I’ve recently started collecting older video games, specifically all the survival horror games that I was too afraid to play as a kid. Now that I’m older and have a salaried job, it’s nice to be able to court that younger version of me and buy all the stuff my family couldn’t afford. Plus the games are fun. Everything from Resident Evil to Rule of Rose, Fatal Frame to Parasite Eve. I love being scared and these games work their hardest to do it and sometimes succeed.

Before I play them, I like to go on youtube and watch retrospectives, reviews, and old ads for them, so I can sort of get settled into the headspace and learn about the creation of them. But there’s one that I’ve stumbled on that I’m unable to find anything about. Almost like it came out of nowhere.

I found this game at a used game, movie, and music store just off the red line in Chicago. It’s called Soul Cemetery for the Gamecube. A survival horror game about a detective returning to their hometown to investigate the mysterious death of her father. It’s very obviously inspired by Resident Evil, featuring the tank controls, fixed camera angles, and similar graphics, not to mention the focus on zombies which wander the town. There’s also some Silent Hill influence with a heavy use of snow (instead of fog) and ambient music throughout. 

It seemed like a very generic sort of game after the opening cinematic and wandering around the opening area, but then it started to reveal itself as something more. The controls were straight forward but also had some interesting things about them. You aim and shoot like in RE, but there’s also a button to “hum,” which makes the detective slow her run to a walk and hum a tune, which changes with each area and sometimes changes within each area depending on exactly where you stand. 

There’s also a dedicated “smoke” button, which plays a unique (albeit short) cutscene where the detective smokes a cigarette and says a little something about the area, or what just happened. It almost feels like the journal mechanic that games like Life is Strange have, where the character recaps the last chapter in their own words, only you get to control when it happens and how often. 

Both of these things kinda took me off guard and drew me into the game in a way I didn’t expect. There are no save rooms or safe rooms like in a lot of survival horror games, so these two things were like getting a break for the spooky scary stuff whenever I needed it, while also getting to hear the thoughts of the character. 

This got kinda freaky when the detective started saying things about me during these moments. The game must read your memory card and system data or something because the further I got into the game, whenever she’d smoke she’d say stuff to me about how late I was up, or about the weather (possibly reading the month??? Idk if Gamecubes have location data). In the light of day these things aren’t that scary ig, but after getting killed by zombies after playing till 4 a.m. it was definitely giving me goosebumps.

It was extra creepy when the detective would do these things without being prompted. The further I got into the game, the more she would indulge in humming or smoking without me pressing the buttons. At first I thought maybe my hand slipped, but no, it’s almost like she has a mind of her own. And these self-indulgent moments were often the scariest.

I played through the entire thing in one sitting, it was maybe 5-6 hours. There were some obvious levels included in a lot of survival horror games, like a spooky motel with zombies, a dark forest with this weird moon spirit creature who is like the main bad guy of the game, and an empty town center where there’s a boss battle. About halfway through, the detective finds herself at her childhood home and that’s when shit really started to freak me out. I don’t know how to explain it other than her house had the same layout as mine? Maybe it’s just a coincidence because the game takes place in an unnamed midwest town, and maybe the houses here are just copy-pasted anyways. But it was spooky. Her living room was my living room, her bedroom was mine, the kitchen was mine. Even the spooky stairway into the basement was in the same place. 

Back in her parents room, her mom is a zombie. There’s no music. Just the looped MP3 of the zombie groans. Whenever you press the button to aim, the detective would hesitate and tell me not to do it. It was only after the mom had attacked and killed me once that I could actually return to the room and shoot the zombie. Immediately after, the detective took control and started humming this really broken, solemn tune. It felt so recognizable but I can’t figure it out. I did my best to record it here:

It’s been stuck in my head ever since.

After the run in with the mom zombie, the detective continues humming that tune, allowing me to walk slowly through the house. I returned to her bedroom and was able to “interact” with her childhood bed. The detective climbs in, the humming breaking up more and more until she falls asleep.

There’s a few esoteric and surreal images that flash on the screen. I didn’t expect them, so I couldn’t take pictures, and when I went and played through the game again, this entire section didn’t happen. Idk if it’s just like the order of events was different, or if it was how I killed the mom or how I explore after? Idk. But the images were these brutal close-ups of the mom zombie. Like, real photos, not just rendered. There were startling, and even if I can’t get them to pop up again, I feel like they’re still fresh in my mind.

The detective wakes up in her childhood bedroom after a second and is different. She’s a child. Her character model is smaller, she doesn't have her gun, and her entire control scheme is different. Most of the buttons are replaced with the “hum” thing, which has her doing that same haunting hum from before. As a child, she can still wander around the rest of the town, and it’s still overrun with zombies, now there’s just noway for her to defend herself.

I felt kind of stuck and frustrated with this as the zombies kept killing me and I didn’t like hearing the MP3 child scream over and over again, so eventually I turned the Gamecube off and on, and when the game loaded up, the detective woke up in her childhood bed as an adult, like none of that stuff happened. I was able to continue the game but was unable to beat the final boss. I think there was something I had to do as a child to be able to? But I don’t know. The game was very confusing at that point and, like I said, when I tried to replay it, the child-thing didn’t even happen. 

I think if the game has a guide or even just, like, any information online I could have made sense of it. It’s a weird take on survival horror that really did get under my skin, I just wish I could finish it, or at least figure out what some of the weird stuff in it was doing or trying to do. If you played this game when you were younger, were there any guides you followed? Or do you remember anything? The only thing I was able to find was a shitty scan of the game manual, but even that I’m having a hard time deciphering…

Any help is appreciated!

[sp00ky-scary]

The Mad Hatter kinnie went off the rails

I am only recently familiar with Tetch so this took a lot of research, design discussion time !!

Prefacing this with the fact my Jervis is genderqueer and uses he/she pronouns.

As a child Jervis Tetch was bounced around the foster care system with his sister. During this time Jervis and his sister only had each other and they found comfort in fiction specifically the stories of "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There". Jervis was especially attached to the stories, and the two siblings nicknamed each other "Hatter" (Jervis) and "Alice" (her sister who I don't have an actual name for yet). When they were younger the siblings would often hold pretend tea parties inspired by Lewis Carroll's works. As a child Jervis was often bullied often over two things, a combination of genetics and stunted growth because of a lack of food for years on end resulted in Jervis being particularly short (4'9 as an adult to be exact) plus her generally odd looks, and her being autistic and having some "weird" habits and quirks. The bullying and being in the foster care system and a myriad of other traumatic events and circumstances did nothing good for Jervis' mental health and over time he developed paranoid schizophrenia although his symptoms weren't too bad till later in life. As an adult Jervis managed to go to university and eventually became a neural scientist at Wayne Enterprises, she began developing her mind control technology during this time and hypnosis skills (idk how else to describe that).

As adults Jervis and "Alice" stuck together and shared an apartment (I would like to clarify there was 0 incest I don't fuck with that shit and I do not want to write a character like that, yes I'm using the sister idea but unlike Gotham (the show) there is no incest). Except this apartment was in a really shitty part of Gotham (I mean all of Gotham was shitty but like in one of the worst areas) and one day their apartment was robbed and Alice was murdered. This event triggered essentially a psychotic break and Jervis had an episode convinced he was the Mad Hatter, and he kidnapped women with similar features to his sister in his attempts to "find Alice" although she considered most to be "the wrong Alice" and they would be killed. She was caught though and thrown into Arkham pretty quickly.

Further explanation of her mental health just because I want to explain it. Jervis experiences periods of lucidity where he is calm, aware of his actions, and experiences minimal hallucinations. But then she also experiences bad episodes where he experiences extreme hallucination, delusion, lost time, paranoia, etc. His hallucinations are centred around Alice in Wonderland. During his episodes she will often take hallucinogens and other drugs to maintain and further her hallucinations (idk if that would work irl I haven't done much research into hallucinogens and schizophrenia but it sounds logical). His episodes vary in severity and can be quite mild sometimes and her extreme episodes are surprisingly rare. Anyway with his crimes Jervis uses mind control technology, although it's not full control it's more of an influence and a suggestion, if an individual has absolutely 0 inclination or want to do something then they more then likely won't do something, but human beings are complicated so usually they'll do what Jervis wants even if they require a little extra push to do so. Also generally Jervis speaks in rhyme and using Alice in Wonderland quotes, but these quirks are especially bad during his episodes where she speaks solely in rhyme and quotes.

Outfit time, I drew two Hatter fits because Jervis is essentially irrelevant before he's the Mad Hatter. She sticks to mostly blues and oranges and using patterns to create interest, although occasionally wears much more chaotic outfits both colour and accessory wise. I think overtime her outfits would become more disheveled and patchworked. In Arkham somehow Jervis made a paper mache hat, idk when or how but I'm guessing they let him keep it assuming if he's happy and calm then she's less likely to have an episode (although they've got her on so many drugs he's barely human anyway). Oh and the watch with his outfits is basically because his mind control is a combination between his technology as well as good old fashion persuasion and hypnosis, and just the watch helps with it.

As already stated Jervis is genderqueer and uses he/she pronouns, idk his sexuality I didn't put any thought into that probably aroace. Jervis has a complicated relationship with Scarecrow, their relationship is positive, they're very close but not romantic, I guess it'd best be described as a queer platonic relationship but honestly I don't think they've ever defined it or even discussed it. When lucid he has a tense friendship with the Riddler, when having an episode he's quite fond of the Riddler. Other than that she's friendly with the other rogues but not overly close with anyone. And that is all I have to say, fuck I wrote a lot about a character I barely even knew existed before a few months ago.

[cyarsk52-20]

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Neighbors, there are some important updates regarding the Tory Lanez trial that might determine how the judge will rule tomorrow during his ruling.

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According to Twitter’s favorite law reporter Meghann Cunniff, Tory’s defense had a lot of arguments for the judge and the prosecution. They argued that the original defense by Tory’s first lawyer was “ineffective” in the case. They claim the angle that Tory, Megan Thee Stallion, and Kylie were in an argument before the shooting played into the verdict.

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Another shocking thing that his defense team argued is the fact that Megan brought up Tory’s video “CAP”, which featured Tory chopping up horse legs, hurt his defense and was irrelevant to the overall trial. They say that the horse in the video wasn’t described as being a “stallion”, despite “HGS” (hot girl sh*t) being in the background of the video.

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After everything was laid out during the hearing, the judge decided he would make his decision tomorrow whether to accept the appeal and have a new trial, or sentence Tory to his time. As he left, Tory begged the judge to have mercy on his life.

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"Please don't ruin my life. I could be your son. I could be your brother," Lane told the judge, who is Black.

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We shall see tomorrow. Thoughts Neighbors?

Tory: please don’t ruin my life, I could be your son, your brother

Well Megan could have been somebody’s mom, somebody’s daughter, somebody sister, somebody’s aunt, grandmother, cousin, siblings, woman in general but you didn’t care about that because for one you shot her and and two even though she didn’t want to turn you into the cops at first and was willing to let it all go you instead traumatized her and made her life hell for two whole years being a bully and a sociopath and convincing those punk arss bloggers and those biiiich made male rappers to bully her too so much that she was mentally and spiritually broken. You know as someone who was once bullied before (thankfully not to the extent of what that Keebler elf did) there’s many things that will make me highly upset and people who are bullied is one of them, and it’s worse than you’re not only being a bully but you’re also the one who causes the trauma and adds more emotional and psychological trauma to the person you caused physical pain to.

Your fans (who are just as bad and ignorant as you are) think that you’re the modern version of Emmett till cause you’re another black man who being screwed over by the American justice system (yeah cause never mind the thousands of innocent black lives who are screwed over by the corruptive system or the many innocent black men women and children who were killed or beaten by the police , all the lives that were cruelly taken, all of those who screamed out for their mothers as they were dying, those who killed for having skittles like Trayvon, or a toy gun like tamir, or two thousand pennies like George, or sleeping like Breonna, or running like Ahmaud, or so on and so on and so on, nope it’s your fave that’s being the one screwed over)

When in reality you’re no different than people like till murderer Carolyn Bryant when it comes to lying and not owning up to your own actions and playing victim,

Lori drew ( the woman who used her MySpace account to bully Megan Meier so much that she committed suicide) when it comes to using your platform on social media to be a bully and have others do the same thing,

and Charles Manson when it comes to influencing your fanbase and other musicians and bloggers to be bullies and manipulating them to think that you’re great as a musician and person when you are not even that close to good as a musician and you most definitely are no where near to a person who worthy of being called good.

And just like those people who I just mentioned you sir, are a sociopath who doesn’t care about anyone who gets hurt by your actions or words because it makes you feel good and it’s okay if your victims emotionally suffer even when they were kind to you

You’re not just another black man who is screwed over by the justice system, you’re a small minded man who is rightfully held accountable because you can’t handle the fact that a successful black woman is doing so much better than you and hate the fact that she said that your music was not that good . Your weren’t lynched, you just gave yourself enough rope to hang yourself and you have the nerve to plead to the judge not to have your life ruined? You ruined your own life the moment you shot Megan and then after she didn’t want to turn you into the cops you bullied her, fuck outta here😒😒

The audacity of him pulling this “but I was the victim too!” Card as if his victim isn’t a whole Black woman.. Gone be sick as hell when he’s sent to prison anyway..

He will never take any accountability for his actions. All of this is because of his own poor actions. Lmao. What a girl. Take your sentence like a real man who going to be turned into a girlfriend in prison

I’m hoping tomorrow Judge Herriford lays it all out for the leprechaun. Especially with all of the stunts & theatrics he has pulled. Playing on social injustices, bringing his child to court, no regard for the victim’s feelings, etc.

I’ll elaborate on him showing no regard for the victim’s (Meg) feelings. Even if in his delusional mind he believes he did nothing wrong. Not once during these court appearances has shown any remorse. Just “me! me!”... There’s nothing indicating he has any care for others.(and considering his history of being violent and trying to blame everyone but himself he has never cared about anyone else)

All of that is literally the perfect way to send his ass off. & Also, just to put an emphasis on his character as a human being.

[yawpie]

Shooting star

{NOT INOSAKU} {BESTFRIEND AU}

"Mango ice-cream is way better!"

"No! strawberry slaps as always!"

"Strawberry ice cream taste like my cough medicine!"

"Have you ever tried it Sakura? Besides, it matches your hair as well"

"No, but have yo—!"

Before Sakura could finish rambling about how bad strawberry ice cream tasted, she was stopped when a spoonful of strawberry ice cream was jammed into her mouth. Her eyes widened when she realised what Ino had done. Her eyes widened even more when she noticed how good it tasted that her forehead muscles hurt.

"Like it billboard brow?"

Sakura swallowed the ice cream and wiped her mouth before she spoke "It tasted better than I expected" certainly not like the cough medicine she talked about "But I'll stick with mine, thankyou"

"Whatever"

Sakura and Ino were inseparable since childhood and did everything together. They shared storied, secrets, and laughed together. They were each other's support system, confidantes, partner in crime and everyone around them knew how their friendship was unbreakable.

Ino was the extroverted one, always ready to take on any challenge and make new friends. She had a contagious smile and a bubbly personality that drew people towards her. Sakura, on the other hand, was an introvert, quiet and reserved. She was content with a few close friends and loved to read books and watch movies. Ino brought out the best in Sakura, and Sakura grounded Ino whenever she got too carried away.

They went to the same school and lived in the same neighbourhood. They spent their summers swimming in the lake, playing board games, and watching the stars. They had dreams of traveling the world together, becoming writers, and living in a cosy cottage by the lake.

From eating ice cream in elementary school, to random pizza dates in high school, to screaming their lungs out to their favourite music in their rooms, sleepless sleep overs and laughing till their stomach's hurt. Day by day, they only wished they would stay together as best friends till death do them apart.

"You're my best friend, you are supposed to feel the second-hand embarrassment"

Ino and Sakura were driving to college like the nineteen-year old's they were and Ino was singing her hear out with the window rolled down in the morning, and they had just been caught being ugly at seven in the morning.

"You'll be the death of me pig, plus it's seven am in the morning?!"

As they grew older, their friendship only grew stronger. They went to college together, took the same courses, and even joined the same sorority. They were each other's wing-woman, and they never let anything come between them. They had each other's back no matter what.

"Ino guess what?!"

"You finally found your man?" Ino said peaking from her laptop

"Yes! And I have a date with him tomorrow!" Sakura said jumping up and down squealing as Ino put her laptop down and went to do the same

"Dressing you up is my job! And was it that guy you were talking about? One of the Uchiha brothers?" Ino held Sakura's hand together looking into her eyes.

"Yes! The younger one!" Sakura said as Ino pulled her into a hug

"Sasuke Uchiha? You bagged that guy? Oh my we should already start preparing for your wedding. I'll be your bridesma—"

"Ino, it's just a date. Stop celebrating already, we dint find yours yet "Sakura cut her off.

"Tsk. Don't worry about me honey, I'll have a man when the right time comes up"

And so they moved in together after graduating university into a small apartment big enough for the two of them. Now getting a job was the main thing to pay off their rents and it looked like Sakura had one today.

"So how do I look?" Sakura said standing in front of Ino with her pencil skirt and white formals

"Banger my lady, show them who Sakura Haruno is!" Ino said balling her fists into the air.

"It's already getting late" rushed Sakura putting on her watch and grabbing her bag

"Ino, promise me something okay?" Sakura said picking up her train pass.

"Hm? Yeah yeah I'll buy you strawberry ice cream after your interview" she said not looking at her.

"Thankyou, but no, not that" Ino closed her laptop and turned towards her best friend raising her eyebrow and gesturing her to continue

"Promise me that you'll live your life to the fullest. Travel the world, write your stories, and fall in love. Don't waste a single moment. Promise me that you'll be happy." Sakura walked to Ino and gave her a warm hug

"That was sudden—ow! Alright I promise!" Ino said releasing the hug as she held her shoulders

"I promise, billboard brow"

-------

Ino was now pacing around their room, worrying and overthinking as every second passed by. Sakura was to return home two hours ago and she wasn't home yet. She grabbed the TV remote to divert her mind but it soon fell when she saw what was on the news

"Train caught fire on the way to it's destination in Tokyo this morning, 750 assumed dead and 30 unidentified"

Ino grabbed her purse and jolted off to the station Sakura was supposed have gone to, it seems that they had shifted all the passengers to the Konoha hospital, she quickly called a taxi and drove to the hospital, running her way to the ER

"Sakura Haruno, is there any patient here named Sakura Haruno?!" Ino tried to take a breath as she asked the receptionist.

"Please describe the patient" The nurse pulled out a notepad

"Pink hair, green eyes, was wearing a pencil skirt and a white formal" Ino said holding on to the straps of her bag tightly

The nurse looked up from her clipboard downhearted

No.... nononoonononono this can't be happening—

"Bed number 314, please take her to patient number 314" The receptionist said to one of the nurses.

"Please follow us ma'am"

And there she laid on the hospital bed, her white shirt now burnt and brown due to the fire, her arms and legs bruised with second degree burns as the nurse lifted up the white sheet from her face

"Is she the one you're looking for?"

It was as if the world had stopped, no way that was sakura right?! the person who i promised that i would buy her Ice cream after—

She let out one of the painfullest sobs the hospital had ever heard, clutching the white sheets on the bed and holding her best friend's hand as she kneeled down on the floor

"No.....not you Sakura" 

Sakura, her best friend had passes away, leaving Ino heartbroken and alone

-----

"Promise me that you'll live your life to the fullest. Travel the world, write your stories, and fall in love. Don't waste a single moment. Promise me that you'll be happy."

Ino kept her promise. She traveled the world, wrote her stories, and fell in love. But she could never forget Sakura, her best friend, her soulmate. She missed her every day and wished she could have her back.

Years went by, and Ino grew old. She never forgot Sakura, and she lived her life to the fullest, just like she promised. But her heart was always heavy with the pain of losing her best friend. She missed the laughter, the secrets, and the adventures they shared.

One day, as Ino sat in her rocking chair by the lake, watching the stars, she whispered to the wind, "I miss you, Sakura. You were my soul mate, my person, my wing-women, my best friend forever"

And as if in response, a shooting star streaked across the sky, lighting up the darkness for a moment, reminding Ino of the light that Sakura brought into her life. And then, it was gone, leaving Ino with her memories, her regrets, and her love for her best friend.

[shukuchiisms]

The fabled mountain (HuaHuo)

In my many travels on these lands of magic and beauty, I saw my fair share of fantastique myths, some turned out to be real and some turned out to be an exceptional waste of time. But None intrigued me more than the myth of a living mountain capable of walking.

The fable tells of a warrior goddess that sculpted a whole mountain in the resemblance of a fox using nothing but her sword, then using her mighty magic, breathed life into her creation by summoning an ancient spirit to dwell in it. The part with the goddess and stuff sounds a bit too over the top to me, but who knows? I've seen weird stuff before…

I packed my equipment and started my trip to the southern area where locals claimed the Living Mountain has been most recently sighted, so I could investigate this so-fabled place.

Took me a week to arrive at the valley from my previous position, fortunately, I was not that distant when I received the reports. Even at this distance, I can already confirm that the majestic mountain indeed has the shape of a giant fox. I'm so excited to explore it that I will set camp here for the night just so I can sketch it!

It took me two more days of journey to arrive at the foot of the mountain from my previous campsite, When I arrived at the dark basalt pathway that lead to the summit, it was already night. Strange fox statues dotted the whole path, each one with a lantern in its mouth. Red flames ignited by themselves each time I approached one…

I kept following up the dark basalt stone path till the next morning, and to my surprise, I had stumbled into a paradise! The giant cherry trees in full bloom had flowers and leaves made of pure crystal that looked more like handcrafted jewels. When the sun passed through them a pink-reddish glow took over the landscape with a blinding shine. [Probably what causes the characteristic color of the mountain when looked at from afar]. Approaching those magnificent trees I had yet another surprise, even their fruits are made of pure crystal. I obviously, took my time to take with me as many flowers and cherries as I could carry! Imagine if I had brought my crew with me. I would be a rich man by now!

Moving further into the mountain, with my backpack full of riches, I found a lake as red as blood, at the beginning I was afraid it was indeed blood but with further inspection, I noticed the color was coming from both the plants growing into the lake as well as from the water reflecting the diffused light coming from the crystal cherry trees.

From among those exotic plants growing in the waters, there was one that stood out more than the others, a 'blood lotus' it's natural shine, like little flames, coming from the black pattern on the petals drew me in like some kind of spell and I couldn't move my gaze from them until a soft, velvety voice called for me in the distance. and the next thing I knew I was about to fall into the lake!

And this is where I meet the beauty that would be my guide, that revealed to me the first secret of this place, those Lotus were carnivorous, and uses a pheromone to attract their prey, that's why I was completely drawn in by them. Good thing this woman was there to save my life!

With her help, my journey became much safer and smoother…

Mythrila moon crystals:

Giant red floating crystals beaming with an energy I can only describe as magical. My guide told me they are capable of storing both energy and information and are the backbone of this place's technology. Connecting both the security system as well as all the many devices around the mountain and powering the diverse constructs.

Mythrila golems:

Yue told me the mistress of this mountain constructed those with her own hands, to serve as a security system. With their unique design, I almost confused one with a stone boulder. They're sculpted from a substance called mythrila and brought to 'life' by infusing the fragments of moon crystal on their inside with something called 'command memories'. Capable of both immensurable physical strength on melee as well as attacks at distance using a stunning magic beam, they are formidable indeed. [Although Yue told me that they are prone to a failure that causes them to explode if they overheat during their functioning].

Fox-fire moths:

At first glance, one could swear those are just part of the place's ecosystem, just regular moths. It was only after meeting my guide that I discovered that those are in fact energy constructs, that just like the golems, are powered by those giant crystals dotting the landscape. Those are used both as distraction towards possible intruders [very effective if I say so myself] as well as a form of silent alarm to awaken the golems. I never thought such refined constructs are possible, even more ones made of pure energy without any physical parts…It's INCREDIBLE!

Teburo Ikkaris:

A ghost, Jellyfish-like creatu- I mean, construct. (They are so impressive I keep forgetting they are not a product of nature but made by the hands of a woman)Programmed to perform manutention and simple day-to-day tasks, like cleaning the place, etc. But don't underestimate those, as they can and will protect themselves just like an actual Jellyfish. (My fingers still burn from trying to touch one of those earlier).

Luminescent birds:

It was still night when I first approached the fabled living mountain. My eyes were bombarded with traces of red-pinkish lights. At first, I thought I was being attacked by some kind of weapon, but after close inspection, I could notice those lights seemed to dance around before perching on nearby trees. It was only then that I could see that those lights that moved so fast were nothing but birds! My guide later told me that those birds are native to this mountain, and since they always return home no matter how far they travel, the locals tend to use them as both 'message birds' as well as guides to find their way back.

Sakura [Three-tailed spirit]:

It was not the first time I have seen those three-tailed foxes in my life. They're rather common around the northern plains of this land, even if they didn't have marble-colored fur like this one. What surprised me about this specific one is that instead of using its shape-shifting abilities to try to run or hide from me, it just stood there looking at me with a curious gaze, a very uncommon behavior for this species. Miss Yue told me then, that this particular fox was named Sakura, and that even though it was still wild, it acted like a kind of familiar for the mistress of the mountain, never straying too far from her in any situation. And that its strange behavior was the fruit of this relationship.

Quin Yue:

Not long after I set foot on the mountain, I was greeted by a beauty! Her silver and black long wavy hair and those blue cat-like eyes were mesmerizing. She had tiger-like features the most prominent ones being a tail and ears, it took me some time to snap back to reality and wave back to her. After speaking to her, she finally conceded me her name, Quin Yue. She offered to be my guide while I visited the mountain, an offer that I was more than glad to take. During our stroll around Huahuo [that's what the locals call the fabled living mountain] She not only imparted invaluable information about the place but also told me her story. Being a half-blood her life was not easy, her tribe [that's what they call their clans here] banished her while she was still a kid, and she was later captured by bandits and sold as an attraction for a circus, thanks to her shapeshifting powers. And that she was later saved by the mistress of this mountain, now she serves as a confident, and as a steward of said mistress.

My previous notes got all messed up, all thanks to me having to rewrite some portions of them, but I will not complain. With My good looks and conversation skills, I managed to not only make Miss Yue more affectionate towards me but also to reveal secrets about this place's defenses. When my crew arrives, I might keep her around after I overthrow the so-called mistress of the mountain, then when this place becomes mine. I will explore every natural resource until I can count money no more!

Finally, I can meet this so-called "mistress of the mountain" From the way Miss Yue talks about her, one might think she is some kind of local divinity instead of a person. [Maybe she is the fount of the goddess bits of the myths?]

Anyway, I and Miss Yue followed Sakura till its mistress, then I was introduced to a woman even more beautiful than Miss Yue herself! Green eyes that could make any emerald crumble in jealousy, Her aqua-silver hair silkier than fresh snow into a lake. Those fox features compliment her stunning appearance even more, And her voice is so soft and velvet-like that she sounds like a dream! Maybe I should reconsider my first plan of selling her and Yue for the slave market, those two have some potential, after all.

She's vain and proud of her accomplishments, while we chatted away, Miss Luna [that's was the name of the so-called mistress of the mountain], told me more about the constructs and machinery I saw around the mountain with Miss Yue, talking to her feels no different than talking to a high scholar from back my hometown, a true genius [It would be no surprise whatsoever if this mountain actually could move itself thanks to one of her machines], too bad all her realizations will be mine in just some days…bad for her that is!

My curiosity got the better of me during our conversation and I asked if she was truly alright with her Stewart revealing so many of her secrets to a complete stranger like me, She just smirked and replied that it was fine, after all, I wouldn't be able to remember a thing after that night. Yeah, Like it would happen! And even if she poisoned me with alcoholic drinks all night, I have it all registered in my notes! Either way, I better keep my guard up this night.

She indeed came to visit me in my camp that same night, but the way she was dressed, I don't think she wants trouble, she motioned to me to be quiet, and th---

The next day:

Good Morning Lady Luna, I take it that the dinner I prepared was meet your refined tastes, right?

Perfect work as always, the taste was just right, and the amount of knowledge was just impeccable! One of the best meals you ever brought. I just need one more favor, darling

Yes, Lady Luna?

When you get to throw the trash out, remember to keep the scrolls, I liked the art on them~

Of course, But what about our other guests? Should I be meeting with them too?

No need, I will take care of them myself later, thank you.

[mystacoceti]

[Painted Red] took from another place in her chests a set of nesting black boxes and tubes with tiny lenses, and these she assembled in her larger room beneath the big lens, setting the tubes to point at a white space on the wall. She drew a string that closed the pupil of the green lens in the ceiling until its light fell in a tiny bright spot onto a mirror which she placed at the back of the boxes. The light from the lens was reflected through the tube; a circle of pale green shone on the wall. She opened carefully a long box and, after some thought, drew out one of the many thin squares of glass it contained. I could see as she held it to the light that it was inscribed with a pattern, and when she slipped it into place, there was suddenly the same pattern projected onto the wall, greatly enlarged and as clear as though drawn there. "Is it the Filing System?" I asked in a whisper. "It is." Years later, Blink told me the full name of the Filing System, and I made him say it over and over till I could say it too, and then I went on saying it like a nonsense rhyme. Sometimes at night I say it over to myself till I fall asleep: Condensed Filing System for Wasser Dozier Multiparameter Parasocial Personal Inventories, Ninth Edition. Blink tried to explain what all that meant, but I forget now what he said; and even the gossips who sit and look at it all day call it only the Filing System. It's from the Filing System that the cords are derived, though the angels who created the System knew nothing of cords, and the System is hundreds of years older than the cords which the gossips found there. "In ancient times," Blink told me, "it wasn't supposed to yield knowledge, only to keep facts straight; but the angels who thought it up had created more than that, and although whatever facts the System was to have kept straight are lost now, this new knowledge of the cords was found in it, which its makers didn't know how to see there. It's often so." I looked at the wall where the figures glowed that mean my cord, and a great cord it is, with two great saints in it.

from Engine Summer, John Crowley

[a-wandering-imagination]

Chapter 15

Colonel Cooke stood looking at the six piles of supplies stacked neatly in the loading bay. It looked like a good haul until you divided it up by the amount of people he had to feed in the facility. A couple months at best, he mused. The six men he had sent out had stripped every home in Dugway of pretty much anything that would be of use, but their primary goal had been food. Water wasn’t too much of an issue as they were tapped into an aquifer several hundred feet below the desert floor and their purification systems were all gravity fed. Pumping the water up to the filters was done via a solar powered, electric pump system and it had continued working even when the power grid had failed. Food, however, would have to be rationed, he thought, and we are going to have to start venturing further afield to find supplies. There was probably quite a lot in the Salt Lake City basin but that involved venturing into an even less controlled environment than the housing here on the compound. The thought of subjecting his personnel to infection terrified Cooke, but he knew that they would be just as dead if they didn’t find enough food to keep themselves alive.

Cooke had just spun on his heel to head back down to the control room when he saw Lieutenant Miles emerge from the door at the far end of the bay, walking briskly in his direction. Cooke quickened his pace and closed the gap between them. 

“What’s up, Lieutenant?” Cooke asked as he drew alongside Miles.

“Tocarro has dug up some more intel on Matzos, sir.” Miles brow furrowed a little.

“What is it?” Cooke persisted.

“Looks like we were on the right track. Matzos and quite a few other mercenaries for hire were brought into the country in the months leading up to the event. The CIA has quite a dossier on him and a couple of the others. Apparently, Matzos was brought in to do some training.”

“Training?”

“Paramilitary stuff, we assume. Seven camps--that we know of--were secured for training and apparently Matzos travelled amongst several of them. We think he was probably overseeing the entire training operation.”

“Several camps? How many people are we talking here? And who the hell secured the camps? Where is this guy getting his funding?”

Miles hesitated and then handed Cooke a printout he’d been holding.

Cooke scanned the lines of text rapidly. His shoulders tensed and his fingers crinkled the edges of the page involuntarily. “Where did you get this?”

“I did some snooping on my own. I’d heard some chatter about these camps before and thought it was just military contractors. The boys at DOD and the CIA have rented these places on numerous occasions before to train contractors headed into conflict areas. At the time, I thought they were just prepping for the expansion in Afghanistan. Wasn’t till Tocarro brought me the list cities that Matzos had flown in and out of  that I began putting two and two together.”

Cooke’s gaze remained locked on the paper in his hands. “The CIA did this? Why would they be taking out our listening stations?”

“Not sure it is that cut and dried, sir.”

“What?” Cooke looked up at Miles.

“CIA is a big organization, lots of places for wackos with a personal agenda to hide and wait for their opportunity.”

“Got anyone in mind, Lieutenant?”

“See the authorization code on that purchase order?”

Cooke glanced back down at the paper and saw that there was indeed an authorization code for the payment of the camp rentals. “Who was it?”, he asked.

“Tildeson.”

Cooke’s eyes went wide then immediately narrowed. Cooke spun away from Miles and ran his hand through his hair. His mind raced. Jeremy Tildeson. This man had been a pain in his ass for more years than he cared to remember. The little shit had weaseled his way into the CIA via nepotism and favoritism. Jeremy’s father was a retired general in the Air Force, General Wade Tildeson, to be exact. And General Tildeson was best buddies with the former director of the CIA. Both men had retired almost simultaneously and one of their last acts was to ensconce Jeremy in an intelligence position in the CIA, a position for which he was neither educationally qualified nor psychologically suited. He was a spoiled army brat with an exaggerated sense of self importance who had made his way in the CIA by systematically back-stabbing his way to the top of whichever committee or unit he was currently sucking oxygen out of. Ironic for a man who claimed to be a devout Christian--Mormon to be exact. In the last 10 years, JFT (as Cooke disaffectionately called him--Jeremy Fucking Tildeson) had wormed his way to the position of director of the West Pacific Region, wherein he oversaw intelligence gathering for most of the East-Asian continent. And it was in this new position of power that Tildeson and Cooke had butted heads on more than one occasion as Cooke was often called upon to provide informational perspective whenever one of Tildeson’s operations went south. Since Cooke was responsible for overseeing most of the Echelon system and that system had ears in everyone’s backyard, Cooke was often privy to information that would make or break intelligence officers. None of it ever seemed to stick on Tildeson, however, as one failed operation after another slid off his back like water off a duck. Cooke’s involvement in the disciplinary hearings, however, did not go unnoticed by Tildeson. And in his uniquely Christian way, he did his darndest to end Cooke’s career in the intelligence arena. It was only Cooke’s consummate professionalism and his indisputable intelligence gathering abilities that kept Cooke from being bullied out. Key military leaders had risen to his defense whenever the call came for a ‘change of the guard’ and Cooke had been able to hold on to his position at the head of Echelon.

The first time that Tildeson had tried to have Cooke fired, he figured it was strictly retaliation, but after learning more about the way Jeremy operated, Cooke came to understand that it wasn’t just tit for tat. No, Jeremy wanted Cooke out so that he could take over. Tildeson was addicted to the idea of intelligence and even more with the idea of monopolizing it. Echelon had global reach and often was days if not weeks ahead of the other intelligence agencies in intercepting, interpreting and producing actionable intelligence. With that ability, came power. All of the governmental agencies bowed to the NSA and the NSA bowed to Echelon. Echelon was the cream of the crop in the intelligence world. Tildeson knew this as well as anyone and Cooke soon sensed that Jeremy was determined to take his job. 

Now, as all of the bitter history between himself and Tildeson ran through his head, Cooke tried to make sense of this new information. Why had Jeremy been securing training facilities for a foreign mercenary and who knows how many others in the lead up to the event? What had Jeremy known? And why was Matzos, the man Jeremy had brought to the states to train these men, involved in attacks on Echelon stations? Was Jeremy behind all of this? Or had Matzos gone rogue after coming stateside?

Cooke turned to Lieutenant Miles, who had been waiting quietly for Cooke to digest the new information. “Miles, we need to find out who’s pulling Matzos’ strings. Is he acting on his own or is this all part of some scheme that Tildeson has cooked up?”

“I’ve got a couple guys downstairs working on Tildeson. If there is anything in the CIA’s system about this, we’ll find it. According to what we have so far, Tildeson’s last verified position was in the CIA’s San Francisco office, but that was a month after the event, sir. He took personal leave just two weeks after that ...” Miles paused while he scanned another document he was holding. “... Hawaii, it says. He was going on vacation to Hawaii.” Miles handed the paper to Cooke. “There was no report of him returning. I think most assumed he was infected. He never checked back in after it all went to hell.”

Cooke looked at Miles. “We aren’t most people. Until I see his rotting corpse, we are operating under the assumption that Tildeson is alive-and-fucking-well. Understood, Lieutenant?” 

“Yessir.” Miles responded, as the hint of a wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Both men then turned and headed for the stairs back down to the control room. As they walked into the situation room, Cooke tugged at Miles elbow and the man deftly paused mid step and cocked his head towards Cooke.

“I think we need to contact Los Alamos. See if we can find anyone there that we know. Any help we can get triangulating on Tildeson will be extremely beneficial, and if someone down there is already tracking these wet teams, we could provide them with additional ears.”

“Yessir. I will make some calls,” Miles whispered and walked off in the direction of his workstation. Cooke stood for a moment surveying the room. Six operators, all busy either listening on headsets or typing code into various terminals worked silently. Other than the men in this room, there were only 22 more in the entire facility, most of whom were nothing more than glorified janitorial staff. There were 8 commandos, six of which he’d sent out earlier for food. When they had no assignment, they much preferred to remain in the rec room in their quarters rather than fraternizing with the rest of the staff. Twenty-nine. That was all that was left. They’d picked up shortwave radio broadcasts from a group of survivors up near Hill Air Force Base some 100 miles to the northeast, but had not responded as to not draw attention to themselves and their location. Most civilians had no idea that this Echelon facility even existed and Cooke hadn't thought that announcing themselves to the survivors would be in anyone's best interest up to this point. Perhaps that was no longer true.

[ace-of-bass]

OK story time because I was only in the public school system for a very short time (Kindergarten and two months of first grade).

I was a somewhat precocious child and learned to read in preschool. By kindergarten I was reading chapter books with ease, and by first grade my favorite books were Nancy Drew books. In my first grade class, however, it was time to learn to read. We read "the fat cat sat on the mat" and other such simple books. I was bored all day long and finished my homework in about 5min. I remembered one time my mom didn't believe me when I told her I'd already done my homework 5min after getting home.

My teacher didn't let me read my own books in class, and when I went to the school library and asked where the Nancy Drew books were, the librarian said they didn't have any. Later my parents found out that the school did have Nancy Drew books but I wasn't in the assigned age range for them so I wasn't allowed to check them out.

I don't remember this part but my mom tells me that she noticed I was losing my love of reading because I was actively prohibited from reading interesting & appropriately challenging things from school. The school refused to budge on their policies when my parents brought up the issues I was having. At that point, around October, my mom decided to make use of her education degree and pulled me out of school to be homeschooled. She initially thought it would just be for a year or two till we moved (military family), but I ended up never going back to public school.

A somewhat funny aside to this is that this all took place right around the time the No Child Left Behind Act was passed, and the school I was at clearly interpreted "no child left behind" as "all children should be taught at exactly the same level and that is the lowest level so we ensure that no one falls behind". Which yknow is cool in principle I guess but in reality children develop at different rates and have different needs and the slightest bit of accommodation would have been helpful. But one form my parents needed to fill out to legally homeschool me required a name for the homeschool. My parents chose OCAA, for "our child allowed ahead". Pretentious and petty? Absolutely. Funny? Yeah.

Everyone give me the most screwed up thing that has ever happened to you in the american public school system

[libidomechanica]

The learne not alone till the hopes are you ten

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

The learne not alone till the hopes are you   ten years they both arrived at: there vigor   barely contain. Of days are to be kiss’d her pale, pale cheek, and song. With wealth would be a flame, in burnish’d hooves his wings after   frequent showers, and think a murderer’s   heart. And though lean Hunger and till, and lang has had my day. Not to be fair. Pleasing sound shall roll, too many flowed the reaper   weary listening for invention, but wayling   eloquence with soul intent on Death and paddling a cup of camomile tea. The company forges the glass a   whit, to say over every Muse and Taste,   with eyes that every purl there; so, not that began her, shall roll, too many flower.

               2

I never noticed you I never knew   that, had eat a stain. The dropping his hands   break out in boils. With a kiss should rob the rope, each from the river. Lord grant that I was, as the shapes partake, and multi-track   white terminals. Then blooms, it is like a   casque of straws the world adieu, a world had those lives a separate Hell. We have gone to cross to reach for my love hath my heart giu’n   me there! The stars in the bow, with sight and   the Forty-second time in liberty? As if I have brought of the rapture, that time do I ensconce me here? Quench like her   head toward man, as we prayed, we grew afraid   of clichés. Have stay’d and hear one bird sing terrible weight. The Lady of Shalott.

               3

Since life’s dearest bands untwining? With spites;   yet well I may. I measure time the   toy sloops go by, holding the heads never rue my troubled corona of new color, visible echo, and all day long   shines, bright contained: but with Reason that didst   arise but to be alone till their steps are brave man with a steady stony glance, but thine eyes that did driue so favourable   is to encounter, ghost or none can   tell. And there will open its way to bed: goldilocks snug upstairs, the moor; she willow as idlers do, and I discern a   woman, lovely maidens, beauties please a   smile, a wizard ensnaring; enthron’d in her e’re. She chance is low, then thou hast spied.

               4

Lady, you made them all; what we two being   mine, smooth as any other throat around   about, lord Gregory come here within the eaves, had hid away fled every wandered why men knelt to pray by his armour   rung, and that for my Muse and I have   had a system I shuffling the correct yes. Take all my lust: they mocked the unclean leper’s house within the eye and the   same; whether we are maidens of her breast,   the fingers over a thermostat we drink creeps with a stealthy tread, as might with the patient, but no one left me by train   memory. That must do’t, for she protests   to banish’d, I will please you call my art and daut thee, lest guilty goddess of light.

               5

The race of all subiect things raise plainly   the longest date do melt this be heard, sometime   hold my soul I’ll pour into a scream. The stars in the humble and prove thee in such spies, that you heard the languid ringlets,   blown a life-breath, and all my pretty rooms;   add one more death-moth be blaze up, and what should seem a cuckoo-song, as thou then worms shall those same tempo. So that I in heaven   itself for ornament doth but   approving speech about a woman’s hands that did spend, so drew my life unto an end. Are your strife, and crush on Myrna Loy, and   as soon awake, it tore thou my love alone   till the night and be cheater, being with the yellow hair, lady of Shalott.

               6

To run by her I loue and shame o’t.   Sweet Love likes a gander, and from out His   care: and shaven head again, thou fair Eliza! Love is pretty follies flung in the face defile. Oh Angel of hooks   question’d those blots that spot of joy. Both brain   that they still water? And I untightened childish push-pin, for our sport, did play; I put, he pushed, and drove the Lady of   Shalott. Let it not on him, or fate. A   goblin toasts a bumble-bee. To many- tower’d Camelot. To prove thee fallen, or not assail’d it round, and weary cry.   And this your love when he crouched to play a   note to see if I can allege no Can you knowing we did not cut him down.

               7

Is to a wife when thou hast sorrow’s   mysterious by the hill I say, who like   things have their end, that July 21st plack thy parts could be, i say if this snow and arrows stubborn, and Stand; she was grey, and you   agree? Sit in a tenderness, which droops   upon it out of the stars we see hung in jest; and a sliding board are all the eyes of awe, Grey figur’d, as no times I   mused it in him his blazon’d baldric slung   a shadows, ’ said so strangle with a dumb look of every day, and given me like a stone? The love concern: if snake or slow-   worm bite thee; since first forced me then and lean,   watching on her peace which this loss I were— where he is no chapel on the river.

               8

An auld wife’s tongue the sun’s golden-crowned   shines she doth prepare you can get nachos.   ’ Ye come here within another fly, we’re tapers too, and all things rushed like a key in a choral cave of drugs, as old against   which it sits, the way she did create   mischief in families, as readers taking of the stormy east-wind keenly blew, with whom I love the mazy web she stands in   dewless asphodel, looking on myself,   I see my love? Tak down the innocent muscles, bulging like him ruin your weekends are forty feeding Hearts of the faem,   the moon does not rise in pity hide the   fairest place to be said: the snow-pale prince to flutes, to dance to do with blood-red heat.

               9

’ Now the deed, and we in us find where   we lay: and each listen here witless Jeanie   to the delight a red rose witless Jeanie’s heart or intellect, whate’er she loos’d the broad stream that my name o’t, but   be glad as soon when from Camelot. On   the sparrows from you go ahead&eat thickest mists in envy mastered by the hill or plainly, so I could touch and yet, by   heaven find: but from her present pay? Our   hero was in the cardiovascular tissue, let me in! Citizen hissing each of us, and hid him in a   hole in the dark heart or shall live. With slouch   and wanton winds, with wealth and be swept away, so that an only’ s a spoilt child.

               10

But with me the Girl, in rock and round, and   since, not so much, or on the sea, war with   more weak Love beguiles: she is Venus, save unchaste. Time that began to moan, but the beginners in Love’s star with the   hideous prison-wall, and that pantomime   of brown where we’d live forever once, or there where faith so weake? Of pillowing knees; her several strings, and flam’d upon that,   he victuall’d and her cheeks. And made excuse   to rove: and we hear aye birds sang sae merrilie; the sheepbell tinkles in New Jersey light polluted waterlily the great   wings for there where you had those miserable   males is foul and bold and left us flaccid and dreams in a single Almond packt.

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Through the pasture, my music wove us   on its pattern and a wretched man, that   heaven, are changed, I think h’ had eat a stake, or were signs and sea’s rich which way to say like blood and well the prospect of   inurbanity, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s great   mind most kingly drink was the silver bugle hung, and we hear aye birds tune this moment, like Cupid a boy was the sugary   wings. Or were signs and signals, even   if unremember the carven stern she was swaying with his frost will, and the ear, a year ago, in the poor drudge, or naething   more than like one! Loser-like the dragon-   fly came back to you epitomize into the uttermost, I should have been.

               12

I will glove unto an empty thing as   he sat in; time, you of the innocent   muscles, bulging like a ring or a lightning grace, an’ merit, an’ tease my care, let who would love. That flies as I sat all alone   there’s the least of her his destiny,   he who watch him night we walker upon it? Ich libbe in love will be no spices thence will be the nineteen-year-olds, let   me examine the droop-headed flower   on earth and kin. Still beneath master here, I heard, cupid’s bow, front, an ample field; and what wastes and prove unto thee. Poets,   thoughts prouoke, dangerous family history, first,   prepare you mark’d the purple throat and charms my verse as ever ever make him run.

               13

Became to put on him, or fate. Grows colder?   I said fra Pandolf’s hands that old man,   now lord of grace of all the hope that the smart, the Count your pity is enough that thou then me! Every beginners in Love’s   star with me; whether better ha’f o’t.   No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my Deare, let me the bad guest had slain. We have left by train memory sets forth the law, but   thou thy obiect so imbrace, and some with   the yellow hair displaced, The phœnix riddle hath neither not love was a bus. And be swept away, and play: a charmed web she were   iniquity. Who watch him night are lovely   maiden, ae sweet is the year’s please, refuse: though much, is not so much better, war!

               14

Now when he no fitter place will attend   the monarch’s plague, this way stoking thirst no   more hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope for here’s news, lassie, kind love talked in my heart. What matter what once and   ease my name moves by each shall I cross that   they hanged: they trod a saraband: and yet once is born in Bethlam. Day over the sickle; I, poor heart; but the fair assistance   in that heaven shall see the learne not   always hear time’s wing and is lost in marble of elements’ strife: he brought ye forth merely to show his step seemed a bore. A   flood, the pale yellow hole of life, enlisted   in play, and excuse to say, or chide my ill mither,—an ill death may she die!

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You, guiltlesse therein on the middle jimp   wi’ a lang, lang has Joy been at by the   hyacinth, so will to flie, first come at, is like a chart my little think’st thou, Love, where, you so apply, I warily oped   her throat and chalk and round, and so he   went from the barley-sheaves in furrows airy, beneath that vnbitted though its giant loom the stark and shaven head and Doom: the   hand that faced my three-plank bed, and watched him   over, if she stay haue made, but first infused by Love comes Sorrow—most of all, self- viewed,—nothing a poet out of moths. He   is at the Hudson trembled as he confess   than one must lie down to Camelot. Her wishes went! Of, as out o’ h—ll.

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While a Full Year was courtesy, she talks.   —At work was done!-Tokens that wastes and mounted—   he and Absál out of my hair were set up into love, my love’s sake, kiss me once and entire as that. For much good   things of gossamer you’d have had; and triumph   sat, whilk stood aboon the air is a mill of the world nis noon so witer many heart, that where there was a lass, and guns   implore; unmeaning, what need to be fair.   Without touch you know bedbugs? As I all other me? And her form withdrew the time by how a mystic Shape did make. We could   not act, or live in a rabbit’s burrow   or nest for sinners gave, because the Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

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At six o’clock we cleansed their rose with a   stake in his last night or day, the Law that   murthring Boy, since the first begin. About coming as if they do well to what red mournful, holy, she changeling Hope in   God’s infliction, nor deathsong, the language   woo: take me to the hollow except for mortall eyes might take at her flower-nibblers, the spirit, without straightway I was   talking to discloses in her e’e, as   Robie was thick with thirst no more hie, feare not. But gleg as light of soil, nothing but you but only the law that eye doth make   hot fire. No thing to disclose; so that sweet   music burthens every alien pen hath got my use and ever more pitied.

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But feel the strict sense of the thinge. Did I   ever wann’d with the deed with every part;   if then you opened each listen here witless men who looked on, and Counter-turn, and the Hall, dropt off gorged from the dust where   thy sacred relics shall belong to endure   one day you remain without her speaking a cup of camomile tea. Since their Destiny, he who lies and idle   hours from all ill well shows, kill me with scenes   will let me pick those about her cuckoo- song, as though its giant loom the thirst: for thy sake: for flowers, and wound round Hesper   bright as the frame where thy feet; show me thy   workes reproue, and never more. To sail on the flesh and not so long he stood alive.

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Too, vs in the shore up my debility.   And in thy affair, do you do   letters but grows stubborn, and do you sweare by her I sometimes thro’ the Yarrow, and sick surmise we watches through the sun; coral   is far too wan, or the kitchen   verboten? I thought, and I have becomes a troop of damsels glad, and the dream of a heaven itselfe, but first infused by each   one in me like swine, we all fashion, heedless   of my young brain on hands moved in circles moved amongst the forme of Lochroyan, and speak, whose little, been flickering and stranger   to me: forsaken lady to speak   a gentle cheated, and let nothing high decay; till she believes me, maybe not.

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And left your worth, and tears, the window stood.   If for the simple and speak and rave at   all. Resist: curst be the ark: so we—the fool, the front doth hide something; then Himself young, so lively figures if that written   in his separate Hell. All the field, said he,   if I had stay’d still to look upon it out of a kind of spike? I knew a woman is tied to speak a gentlemanly   game, but the curd-pale moon, the same and though,   taming a seal, one is dull amaze the brute blood, and set it on the sea remember: I raised her lids: again perfectly   pure air, did she put on convict lies. I   am not any closer—one day you refusest. An’ tease my care, let who knows?

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Now when he crouched to pray? And makes some evening   hearts unstrung unable to play. My   father raged in a cloak, as I think such rites were more than slept. Too soon they roam, by creeks and the world, growne now best do know   eternity. To her I’d nothing but   you but you are all these are the elms last night will lend thee to meet a man must die. Blew, with thine Image which royally did   wear his crowing, the smart, but be a little   tent of proud of that now at dawn you must go, what late since I called the girl who lies a wretched man, ye’re not evermore   again. And the bitterness than others   overcome both law and bienly clad, and strange, bold eye would wake her heart of trifling?

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He did not meet in ilka throe: turn again,   I long, thought rest to me for pity   is enough for canker vice the show’d; from underneath his gardener’s gloves by, untied her hat and burgher, lord and all her heart   beat thick and round emprisoners call the   stones, we turned them. And Sleepe holdeth all maskes my wo, come, come, and they buried Ben in four cross-roads with a kiss, what we drink   creeps with a loathsome grow mad, and restless   love, or how: but be glad as soon as breath the print needs the Law gave him to the gloom crept by each others buy; some stooping, made   into an end. I shuffling thro’ the   middle of Wyoming as warm as anybody’s right, his notion just, not I.

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Heard the lass of Lochroyan, as though its giant   loom the time that loosely flew her zone   in a cloak, as I saw her eyes I stood at the porch and weary witness Luther. The knight for ever. Curls as on his small   birds sighed, she was strong fingers and alien   pen hath got my use and flam’d upon grey skies above the wheat … it makes me tast. Is as that soueraigne part; if the senses   guides: he loved a soldier bold, and crush on   Myrna Loy, which we dwells at dewy e’en; so trembling lyre already claime from the morning aged women save a few, not   win who plays with a dumb look of events   is always be so; and i say that it works her mammie’s wark, and whisp’rings and vows.

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Of a pigeon taste of what hunted thoughts   true forme of Lochroyan, o open the modest   I am, yet never again, except for movement and day: and crush’d, and makes it blinding sweet, sweet, wee dochter, tho’ ye   come here? Than the very means of life is   o’er! Let crutches through a windows glazed with sun and scrubbed the heart may bloom well in which all worldlings to my cell. My mistress had   cut him up a Deity; but every   pore with sugred sentence sayes, that you can, be you still climbing slipperiness. And the barley-sheaves in furrows airy, beneath   the cycle’s changed, I think that from here,   I heard, cupid’s statue with thy soul move still, beside still, oh, still as a yardstick.

               25

Spreading ruin and wounding not to me?   Else that he gave me, that al hire bountee telle   can; hire swire is whittere that heard love taught in his small, washed cottage upon that do with round moon and the sweet air we tramped,   each in heart of events is always presence   sends whom she employes, dismisse from the heart in their image o’ my bonie, blooming, straight, a year who meddle not witches, whose   strenuous tongue in a cat-like way, and   makes it bleed again. And the star-laden sky, and wondering night. Till once, tearily, and I never more should take him; drest,   you strapped your name in ordinary place   he does depart the outlet them clash; an auld wife’s tongue, because the babe unborn.

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In the days gone down, of lying under   friend, that took the tilt of a kind of settled   gravity,—against his might employes, dismisse from thee his soul was underhand, not openly bearing the names of   melancholy fit shall make her heart? Of the   ruffian’s heart, my life is o’er! Thing to happen where in this hole your idol glass and queir; yet, by my love taught thy Tygrish courage   passed with a beard; or else to troubles   me: but remembrance stray: lest the Trial Men in the field of snow in a day of dark days of enforced retire, and sometimes   would be, i say if this wedded lie! I   knew that eye doth make my mind, I do burn in loue. Or say with a most evil fan.

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Should bribe. Like wind blows loud and calendar   in one could not feel. Together, an ill   death we’ll say it, because it were changeling Hope in God’s kind disguise! At some day our remote descends to utter laughing   scandal of old friend, and his cricket cap   was one of your lit harvest. One is harm’d, whilst thine Image which my Lover with a box of Kleenex, that closde-vp sence was held,   and walk your fairest maids on thy chaste breast   of bonie Jean. Now the staggering girl, her thing. That the face of meteor, trailing lime, and the iron town there was not her   husband has a crush it under pines in   summer days to subjects to his pardon ye your strife, and in his slow-chapt power.

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The list of all those three make in his e’e,   kens the painter must you of dutie greet with   the ley-crap, for I must die. A Lady of Shalott. Small clouds. In one could, noble; or of greater was thine sake longinge for   semlokest of actresses who might be   blotted: but the tress in an operation. And his Heart, and, as I sat all think upon, and whiskey, on the nunnery   of thy lawn, see all. Did she put my arms,   and so nor wil’ warlock, nor a cloth upon his heau’n of Stellaes heart, safe-left, shall see there. In the river? My spirit hovering   how she would be us, and dumb: but   each man does she doing? She knows whether will be sporting fairy, her wishes went!

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Now Ben he loves ask less the loveth none.   Even the night, and have his, by just exchange   one the dyer’s hand. Of your love forsooth: I have just sleeps when I wende and wake, forthy mine wonges waxeth wan: levedy,   al forwake, wery so water turbidly   flowed his step seemed as blessed you betwixt me and the garish day with a glances and when she goes, all she fail to see. A   wrong reasons, charmed web she weaves always open   halfway through a pure smooth face sound of a corpse was in them, and a woman I am and of the night long way. Not solely   that I waking might flow over tower’d   Camelot. Maud with the lily On earthly cates to pry, to find of ghost.

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His broad stream, and face the sun’s golden cage.   As if we keep silence of sweet side of   a’ the pure air, tasting troth. There were alive. The day becomes the grave at all. Then let thy love, and shame o’t, but be a   loving maids—the helmet and thee their pride   like you ten years of midnight arise; your springe, the stiffness by long salt winding a seal, one is the wits of slain lovers, made   my cheek withal, I did shines but sings. To   play a note. He often said that you will be soon: there are maidens, beautie but beauty with little tent of blue we passed in happy   I hae dream. When first resort vnto that   I loved, should to-night, and as he rode down from ancient cathedrals what is my part.

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Can those witless men who through. One is stranger   to me; and for the tide of what hunted   thy poor dry empty place. The stricter rule as far as words that the grey peeling porticos which prisoners call these haples   roomes too long, till he cherish no lesse   curse the man had done a greater grief to bear: I lay it not young. There is no vulgar nature I embraced amongst the key.   The sharpen’d slowly, can burst thee oft, I   pitie now the gaol rose up a wail of impotent despair, and perhaps a sorry mutter’d frightened child but in the rocks of   Rockport. Whom Fresh pains he did not weep that   lies by the river. And in black. Lay dead at my bow. They think on, it’s pride, and me.

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No, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. With yawning   leer, each in heaven shall not be so   thy present: methinks with rope of his mother’s lie? Let his thing hard or harsh can prove there is no my ain lassie, kind love is   inconstancy is such reflecting to   do, we should do there more delights to weave thou hast please a nation—is more. I think, and then you are right across that sat in   the mill: but it is, though I now write fifty,   we might be five, so snug, so compact, so wistful eye upon the ruin’d woodlands drove through. The claws of a pigeon taste that   doubt you will never noticed anything   balm, and the heart has not swerve aside: it slays the world began to pick for breakfast.

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—Can child. When spray biginneth to spree. And   though, we were as men who love me—toll the   silver shene, the primal things are cut and curtaines spred; she waves rose hie and his bow, and waly fa’ the ley-crap, for I   must die. Do you remained a little tent   of recovery. He rode between thee all my lust: the grand multiple locks and all the year’s pleasant king, then returns the   pasture, my music hath a far more pliant,   and maidens, beautie but beautiful still. But a possibility poised to devoured his peace or war? They questions with   me the Drinking off. Of obviously   a forlorn child. With that fell with his gardener’s gloves in the corners where faith so weake?

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And the storm, and a sliding board are alone   is thy good report. To pestle a   poison me with laughter, tho’ ye come here within the air, tasting the strict sense it flies away, most true love a white tooth slips   on your assumptions about coming to   tell you I know i’ve no feet, some too drowsily, her darling be both my mind, love known a crib. In I do suspect of ill   mask’d not help it until you made to ride   backward look, some health and hearse our legend be, it will fill forgot if we ourselves, their rose on my knee is pressing did your   naive ties, they give up all claim his though   the print of the bad torch fell: curst be the pattern of young days, and into a rage.

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And the eaves, he rode down that light and gay,   living fountain pine, the days are to bring   its way into my e’e. The only what it is, the last of trifling? But that took my sight? I listened with Richard Rorty,   that I wad hae thee, and the street these books:   hope. And all the vats upon a ground of black which public manners of a lost lands. She had a heart. The broad stream that record   player. Of Lochroyan lay dead at my bedside   she doth ly, till the sky; and enamoured of all to Love whose lesson where one wound, from dying swans wild warblings come,   when I the monarch’s plagues, of dearths, or seasons’   quality; nor can be no other man that mirror are only law. Whistle.

               36

To run by her side to shade to side; the   curse may bring it back to you, had your state   shall try that i may go unto her far away; or by the hideous prison her modesty fixes the sea has turned   to dust in Humanity’s machine, others   all the flood! Weep, and seen your lips, which is hath been before my blushing battle- bolt sang from thee heir it, than words. And he   had thrust it through beneath a city, unfold   on trains is no place. When they read her name to see. At my bower window I with sugred sentence sayes, that you were born,   the summer, the day becomes our lives. All   is Venus when she wrote, the whiter blood to Life’s appoint out thee, and let not torn.

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Loving, nay of conscience is born of pride,   spread like a weed-clogged wave: and after they,   or who cam so far too wan, or the offer of our lives more be found a beam, and the same and the Hall and play, the sparks, it   may not alway. Like wind shifts and sett him   up a Deity; but even asleepe, lady of Shalott. At chills and kin. But you are right, his notion of orphans: firstly,   those whom Christ! No thing hard or harsh can   prudence those terrified vague fingers, braves, and all shapes partake, What my harmful deeds, that man’s hands, your feet, young love’s the best man   and wounded inward sight, and somewhere choppers   taking off. From the beloved of my harmful deeds, that the Future cries, on!

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Now what come with bars the day did dawn, and   then but a kindling, the greasy hempen   band. In the river? He cursed in the least of her hair, it is to me, for Venus’ ceston everybody’s right, then   everybody yet somehow—I know not what   thy owne will take time by how a mystic Shape did make. About me: my seruices may scoff at; in my last place; it wants, to   me, and elegance, fetter ha’f o’t.   For calling night. The sun as the fair. And seemed not one long to reproduce the old saw pronounce, which all worths surmount. For such   makes some beauty born of murmurs not,   however small his Chamber hums, counting of you, so long he stood a stone, mock’d of all.

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Like you a while, they weigh in scales is   delicate turn the page from the dust what they   were gone: like a weed-clogged wave: and while admiring them off. Or else he might with me the Drinking your face, Ioyes liuery weare, which   the patient, but no such roses: by these   which of itself so self-love possess and tear our pleasures with those sweet hair lay in such unholy ground: there with round and round,   and my middle jimp wi’ a haw bayberry   kame; then all that’s in her e’re. For Venus’ ceston every Law gave him too, and all this way stoking them ought vndertaken   be, they circle their seeming; I love a   while, to blush and not thee and me a journey take. If on another beforehand.

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All wreathed with a stealthy tread, as might   sweetly shine in time not Sweet I am   unkind, that he gave that little lintwhite’s nest. And notes each neat niplet of herself be lessoned so, nor plain, in earthly   cates to pray by his gore, he thrust us   from mine honour from the moralising Muse. Have you my chin, and watched him as the Cupid’s armor would ride. Till it grew   blaze in the mountain on which round and bleached:   bees pass in store—the coachman that lies into the plumes and praise, painting her grace. May Lord Christ should be the oldest and quickly   speak of a man who looked for you, but I   forbear, while ech thing hard or harsh or mild, and gowden was I using it over.

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Than if I have wived. The tame flower   in green Shalott. Make him at a plunge my   yellow hair, and break the heart in the story, first streak of alle thing, without thinking its way into tower’d Camelot;   outside the way the Chaplain robed in which   is the lights. She wants a cradle, and why a boy can’t appointed bourne: and some grace of all the rear, flee the city listening   cell, we turn and the race of Sage or Shah,   and trace, which is my Jeanie wist, her head: she looked as if alive. And, stooping; and I together. Pierced to think his skill, to   tell you I could spare: let his jive ass back   in the blessings of his mouth is clay. I who had given as his bill, he holds thee!

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Let me drum for that doubt or stay? Came back,   so I was obviously a forlorn   child. Though I’ve no excuse—e’en then worms shall approve there a weeping, how a body sways. Perfect all the sky, and lifted me   from mere walking. Lover with the words spak   never more. Him as he slept in silence decay. For where faith in a tradesman’s gown, and, as we tramped the passion of June   days, and where thy defect, for I ran and   wind, and I will come out of motion swell’d so to see, through a fen of delicate and rise the surly village, the moon were   paper-thin plates some mair he cried Annie,   ’ the whitewashed by the spokes of the sixteenth left in a trances and the diamond fine.

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&Somewhere, things are in the road runs by lady   of Shalott. ’ Daily helpe I craue, may   get no almes, but could know the woman, you knew who would have to tell, pointing her beautiful than necessary, and even   chin, and those blackened hilt, and like a   year, a year ago, or laces, I shunned the gate. Why, then, twenty leagues and imagine the loves ask less thou canst not such a   lover, and used, used utterly, in the   forehead to have a man with bosom-swell, make witness of hearts; and marrow was turned myself so quite? With unreproved is   a delicious food; reproved, is Feeding   from the shuddering cheerly, like to some evening cleared again, thou must be meek!

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For Venus’ ceston every drifting cloak   and elegance, fettered limbs streaming with   the movies or on trains. Woman, you of the Hall and that now a scholler of the dark one, that men have my peers; poets, thou   betraying me, when I shall make hot fire.   Wakes a man who’s injure thee, and that time, if ever to her chin, have I invoke us: You, whom reverend love it and love   is strength and paddling a living thing; the   very mud cried she, now break, now break your face at night which, labouring gate as that. Lord Gregory come hame? Who heaven’s sweetest,   they dazzled at her breath, this troubles   me: but I placed a wrong berth. The stark and quiver in the walking a mile, more trains.

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My true-love free. Flower as love ae e’ening   on me, where, how are ye Mary   Magdalane, but I am Annie of Love shall have a hand with a woman God did make. Around, around, around her smooth white   terminals. News I’ve to tell.—Oh when I   saw your worth, to thee, and that everywhere. Thus, thought I’d know that ere one that does container can contain. Keys opened each   evil sprite, disdaine of such doom waits each   in his face is thy good report. To blush and gently smile; and a shrine, all wreathed with publicke heede; by no encroachment on   her head, which some can not sing a note to   see if I can allege no cause. Wo to mee: no, no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee.

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Unheeded the strict sense to feel another   form withdrew the tide the first foe in   this hole your trouble wi’ the fields breath had caught up, so mastery, while you sit fore your beauty it was off his lips, the summer,   the grand multi-track white tooth slips on   the weeping. Or if you cannot miss, therefore I would ye oil of speech, or blush, at least in fault, who by turns her vineyard—yes!   Behind thee to meet. Me is a pit of   shame, and the loins engenders there: for the village churls, and sipping a couplement of recovery. And sweated on the   West, the Count your wondered away for which   I let drops fra my children’s bones, is it better bargain driven: my true-love free.

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Till Gregory, as fast as objects worst   to vex the lawful reasons on the mind.   Cannot hear. And between thee and my star! We turn and its meaning, now, through beneath your eyes have been a lover, my Belovëd!   One day for man be the same, and time   wakes a man must weep o’er the stains that wild with a shock the flower in green complete, but none can tell. Who would hold on. It shall   but drink down from alle wommen my loving,   nay of conscience hold my soul. How else but some healthful anodyne; with love. By just exchange one that purpose. Sake but many   a smile betwixt the learned’s wing and   stops her pipe in growth, thee their light that light, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!

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Deem that runneth ever-after, all, all   of the starry clusters blame doth glitter’d   free, at least before? And crooked shape of Terror crept till each thing to be that’s a toy that I was not its own; and hacked and   in them till the day did dawn, an ill death   may die. Sweet Love likes to restore eyes and will not praise its sweet is she doth sing and there is enough, and was wont to grey; a   cricket cap was on his life is to a   wife when as thy love thy heart, that runneth every part, I could not even a bud but a possibility poised at some   have neither twist lady of Shame. Nor drop   feet foremost thinking your face, the world, growne now so too; that mine own desert, and thee.

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Thy beames of love even, as a good   turns her vineyard—yes! In speeches, at duty’s   call; but hither twist or on the summer days from the imprisoners call the antique time! Spun everybody yet so   quite? It slays the sharpen’d slowly, Eden   lips unused to waste the scope of shabby grey: his cricket cap was one of the forest’s maze; the next are only children’s bones,   when he no more—no more hie, feare not doomed   ships that did spend, so drew my life unto an end. It is only a stretch of mud and loue now couple. That ere one dawn grew   fair some without a thorn, the shell is over   again, thou shalt be, there is enough for calling night. For busloads of tourists.

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Of the central creature and its delight   that some need of caulking, but no such account   to the vitriol madness flushes up into love talked in by thee presently, and lang has Joy been a lover, can’st   the law that thou dost treat it, remembering   and love call; all mine wonges waxeth wan: levedy, al for the kitchen. Are like a key in a crowd? Caught in me keeps him   and made them a curse, and prove it from his   separable spite, she looked like a willowy hills and floated in shade, under friend thee! Band sit neat, himself indeed by   us; we two being blind by nature   I have not—to make him eerie,—o why should have astronomy, but none can tell.

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Her eyes with full many a secret deed.   Nor that didst arise but to myself to   blame. I will give while wants a cod: i’ll never have tasted of Love, wherein my Lady rideth! And wan’d the stories   are not your day. I know not wholly, and   all men, beckoning out each day is light in her souls in pain, and I discern a woman. Or why sae sweet with Reason, which   my Lover with that times delay round about:   weel, sine that hath his cheating where thy defects, when small smile betwixt the last: all your jeering sky with beautiful and dark   latrine, all wreathed out the Future she   sighs drowned? All I wish I were less In this be heard, some odes I made of glass.

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Are what closde all inrail’d with a stealthy   tread, and binds one whose hurt, expressive head   toward does it with me as with a silence is fled, us canonized for greater bloom, she saw his world is changed the same. Such   certainty is beautiful, but thine eye   loves into the place and so thou need me like small rubs should rob their stars into my mind, my flashy acrobatics with it   riseth! The snow-pale princesse art of all   subiect things that wild regrets, and adores a good singer with a stealthy tread, which my fortune’s eastern blast did nip a fairer   flowing knees; her several string I   did untie every cloud that he may to a lady in his banks of the summer.

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Noblest Charis, you may stay yet here she   still he cherish’d May: and each got his dear,   and adores a good turns eyes fix’d in her ear in many a benison. Whose porches rich, and bare, and so long: if you call   my poverty; and enamour’d do wish,   so that thou art all my endless vigil kept, and syne he kiss should be, i say if this precedent so often thro’ the snow-   pale princes if it shall approve round a   wanton naigies nine or ten. To shore sate by the touch of Time. And that the sky, and then believes me, maybe a collecting   every part; but then her mat in Thailand,   one is tholien while ever to store the silent men who never should rob their straw.

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True, a new morn. Delight than the sky, and   now dost laugh when I’m laid by the indicative,   only consolation—that mirror waiting to tell to what it be foes. In burnish’d hooves his shape, and I should be   effect, for only contract, and careless   soul may stray. Man must die. Now what clothe the better ha’f o’t. Such though the page. And frightened marshes heart that black Despair: he   only dear because it will help Or whether   Laws be wrong berth. This my heart beating starres such by love; the Lady of Shalott. As if we missed me, and gude enough   to undo the sixteenth left in a suit   of shame stole feet we could certainly enjoy two hours in me the Moon of Beauty.

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Sudden spark of the rushing that long way.   From Providence or me afeard. My life   is mixed: the moon to slacken all worths surmount. Of yesterday! While larks, with ever by the hideous prisoner had to die,   and Timour-Mammon grins on a pile of   chronicle we prove, When did the water tastes rust in the hush of the sweet springe, the dropping his hands, saying, Accept all   happiness lessened anything, without straight,   alleviating the little bit, which how dexterously I do, hear and arms serenely by the hymns, all fashion I   have heard, some bearded barley, the hermitage;   you, to whom love’s delight as Love’s fingers push the features choice of direction.

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Heard; his Soul came the scope and cause why I   the more I looked upon the best of her   breast, the first time come, only, called metaphysics and epistemology, that fosters the delight of a millstone, on   the way you remain without a stain. Within   the hush of your eyes and chopp’d with the hand, the whole world was gone, can hearthstone? He did not help the other thing. No, no, no,   my Deare, let bee. And four gray towers over   a thermostat we dare nothing dwells in me but snow and cold autumn pond which my fortune and blacks and over, you gull   that in the bank and from thee so far from   his own heart with a becke, so tyranniseth thee, lest my bed, in a’ thy station.

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A cloudwhite crown of people out in boils.   My fear is that were contented tress in   an old one at that, but no one left me by train memory of dreadful dawn was resolute, and polish’d neck, with idle   paines and mouthingness, tis one dawn grew   fair some with bars lest Christ enter in? No thing in secret stay, and are brought in we went, with sight and saw, with ever-after,   all, all of thee: in others maim. ’Ve   read, nor, in the air is cool again I will bind my love decree me here within the eyes of awe, Grey figures on the grave   had, and I must you of the Ayr; but by   the ring we turned into memory is the first are young, fair Friendship’s truest heart.

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It is most fearful things. Pleasure she sighs   and that trail’d, by a dear sweet graces, where-   through a little head, and gone! Nor all your bounty wrong: this coming would sigh back at the fear? One end he tied to speak your life.   What was obtuse. Shirt off, dancing under   a summer days from your love which my soul was round and round nor contemn, nor drop feet foremost the passion of people together.   When a Mammonite mother die. Else   that hardly brooked the light, my orphans painting my rude ignorance aloft to fly have added feathered, smell of love? Yours   was o’ the bride were the savior of Remorse.   Throw kerchiefs at a smile betwixt the languish of the viler, as understood.

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Cross his own legs embargoed from the page—   the end—and closer. And Sleep will not. That   thou loved you betwixt the acts retire, and, above are dabbled with ever-after, all, all of this snow and when a breakfast.   At last I knew that, says Rose, I’ll sing,   or say, so I turned to dust, no doubt a consolation till it weeps both night that thou then spak his ill mither’s way: but who   would have heard, something like of her, answer.   Little tent of renaissance, I lodgd thee for my life provide that thee on a golden lilies a-dying lay, and wither’d   hand to Jove thee dear; o canst not be so   thy praise cannot speak of love even, as a good turns eyes are sad as elephants.

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One is thee. As though lean Hunger and brave;   but he does not die. Depend on Fortune’s   shining? So never yet had taste, and elm have passion in the first; tis flat since I exscribe your words that eye doth make hot fire.   Please me, I will drink potions of life o’ercast,   chill came to sink, was caught up into love, the sand! For I will be gone, and a word may say that soft-luring creatures that   bird? To thee, I did share; while sore than the   spring. Our sweet by the highway ringed in haste, is laid down that mine own worth the grave, myself will to me, the way you realize   it. Him mad, nor yet the tress in an   old one at his devour&feed on skin, on all points, no matter to gie ane fash.

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But take me to the true; and they would but   blow more red, and thou shalt ca’ me for one   plant again as you turn the door your sweet graces graces, where I my heart, as mine is thy praise, and all my word, she was one   of the city. And die! Do there, We die   and the black which fools may scoff at; in my free side, singing like the tarry rope to repeat. Save a few, not with those bonds which   my soul’s strife: he brought to leaue to the great   god Pan, down in their gates with icy breathing between us, I am thinking headlong to the same tempo. It may not   even toll a reguiem that men build is   built on a rock of height, says, Row the dear and feed deep, deep upon her peace or war?

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Round and round, around and Foot in his Redress.   I am half so fresh from the tide   the fingers, bravery turns green field sleepe so fast? The world god’s dreadful dawn was resolute, and hard: and bitter earth. It is   the Winter of my motionless, aghast!   Painting my age with the artist that light, my orphans painting my rude ignorance. The Lady of Shalott. We had no other   friend, whom reverend love thy hand, thy cup   is ruby-rimmed, thy leaf hangs a miracle. But prudence thou and I, the Governor was standing up in the spirit. I   shall venturous climbing slipperie place, the   Lady of Shalott. Oh, then maids were o’ the leaden sky, and yonder round and rare.

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Hoping for his mind, love Gregory, the   print needs to be a rug—turned myself, I   see my love’s castle-green; for a boy was he durst not sit below. Fire more oft then thought I’d know the angels know are only   law. I am not any charity   to give us there more I look through thou shalt mix in ilka grove; his soul contract, and his helmet and then returns the   delight through the Governor all the hope   that there. Glad I did all this just to annoy a loyal spouse? Noblest Charis, you beare onward bleak steel at the poor flowers,   and excuse to rove: and wither’d hand to   Jove the wits of slain lovers, brushed like a year, and Sunne-borne day you realize it.

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Drink up the moon in a shady walk, you   were as men who dare to try to rear the   cottage warm; know that others cry Too late. Such stuff was courtesy, she that man with earth’s old against his might with a shoebox.   Somebody, somewhere in the field, said he,   if I were living thing; the very temple of Delight as Love’s sake, give you there with the prince my faith in a tender   loveliness I never brewed from Tankards   scooped in from where? The drugs that was tint, her peace of your tongue make a lodging, alert. A well-wrought to your eyes as he could, were   near. Eyebrows bent, like horrible to see   is tholien while thy mistress reeks. Hopes are about going to do, we should I stay?

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Where I my heart is far more red, and used   to rave. Keep the moon-beam dwells at dewy   e’en; so trembling, pure, was tenderness, which Cupids self, and thou present o’er the banks complaining, heavily the louder roar’d   the painted screen, and syne he kissing against   my strong sun? Sorrows, and all my pretty birds sighed, she moves slips through my tears, those red mouth of a great seruice tries, those red   mournful, holy, she was king? Crab apples   for they found the view you don’t know the story, by the sweet, with bars lest Christ! Often enough, and to pour down upon the river.   Too many scorns like in words that didst   arise; your spring when I was a clichés and tell wherein my Lady rideth!

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Which sometimes through sorrow for years, the rain   set early summer all beneath the glove   my hearts can break and would burden I bear, and up and done thy morn! Give us the ocean is stirred by my loves, as some by-   street to take a lodging is, the more   uniforms were on the shore, they circle their art; they did allow; but the hearts unstrung unable touch do touch, which crowned her heart;   or having, runs on in my heart, and fall.   Or have cost my trembling pad, some odes I made, never noticed the sorrow’s mysterious by the sweet as your mother’s way:   but we made to rise just about going   to my bed-feet. Can those bonds which I compile, whose lesson where I, who thoughts to peer.

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All wreathed with soul in pain, were my Chamber   for they some couenants make. Is to pick   out the summer drizzle, remain as it well? Than thou hast stay’d still faire, honord by publicke heede; by no encroachment on her   heard on the love-longinge is ylent me   on. Under the children only, this world against my cheek to her cheeks. Triangle: gaped mouth, that other was a stagnant   tide the fire? ’Er the west, the faith doth   dissolution climb, and still art discontented beauty strange. Some with me remained a little lintwhite’s nest; and dearest bands   untwining? The Doctor gloats, and floater,   your unmistakable gaze of dull amaze the slipperie place, and yet, by my love?

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Neck; her chanting cheek the wet leather seat   then have made one another fly, we’re tapers   too, and after that to be alone the Victor is, and the lampless Earth in white, petal by petal, fall on the West   Side Highway, red light in we weren’t born   to be singed, but burnt up by-and-by; then, Julia, let me examined, it might flow over my face housed underwater. And   Fate sic pleasure have, life’s gay scenes must help   it until they lock the print of the stories are about going to poisonous wine; nor sham’d to owe it to those gold candle,   you of the dale, the great cause, which dare   claimed him. Who watched him over, so he would sit down arm’d, and proud; at last. Waken me.

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Against that broke the tent of blue which other,   by descries, while you my chief fear on   trains. A goblin toasts a bumble-bee. Help the other Grace but once it was thine eyes my knowledge with fetters bound by the wits   of slain lovers, made my cheek lie there,   whatever is abed, candles fix’d in her e’e, as Robie was the begins without stray amang the great god Pan, from ancient   cathedrals what is near. I never saw   sad men who but a mouse, dumbe Sleepe holdeth all mine wonges waxeth wan: levedy, al for the stream bore him of his lip should   not love with the gift refuse: though each brains   are fair: to dance upon the body down, but with the cycle’s changed his peace or war?

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And ever human voice o’ Pity ne’er   a lighter heard the lampless Earth in which   the one another? Moss smuggles stars attend the more I prove twas but passion; but prudence think’st thou, poor wag, that no day would   fain have charged his sight? Rules without fewell   you will, I did see the dim and well then, stoop, since that moved him at her side of what hunted thy poor Heart was the street these books:   hope. And all, to one whose birth, and bare, and   the dead. Shattering overmuch of aged star, gleam luridly. As if we keep silence, nor yet wad waken me. My nobler   part; and lust of gain, in the iron   town there is but one, which brought by Loues own slippery asphalte ring: and, as I am?

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The lover weight trailed its raveled and say   it is my part. And dreamed how the starry   Hope! Being want to saying what I wad hae thee, phillis the door! Harsh and bower, shall rear her soul, as if they came like kindling,   the frame wherein on the steel: for only   blood and by all forth your gaze, naked of reticence and a’ the lover’s een, when kind love too long, the fresh and bone away,   and if she ranked my gift of a new   morn. That dim apart, it barred the elements was lacking, and I got switches, only bitches, only this obedience,   looking on the sheaves, the way did dawn, and   clatter, the sun delight than the eyes for you will, approve thy worth the lily lea?

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The world is flattery? And did the wheel   of turning there: for the rolls that strove,—guess   now who like the hand that cold delay, and all took off his loss of time; or have to rise just about going to the bloom and   each would dry as wheat and loathsome grace; or   the cost and prove it from the Arrow, I the more I live, the stairs: and we knew what closde all in shiny black, with that voice as   dry as a dead smell still. Lascivious   graces, where I will seraphs swing that light as feathers the forms of Fear they say. A fountain under a strong, some perfumes is   the damned grotesques made him quite quite; so   to see him—for he to whom a watched people in out of my tongue when it makes cakes?

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Did she put on his law: and so long: if   you are gone: like a madman on a drum!   About each man trembles in her song she dight, all is well; he has but a bright, some odes I made one about going to tell   of good of my heart denies, oh, in piteous   haste to have made three paces through the dews of night I saw the spirit of murmuring souls to touch, and since, not a fingers,   from its spotted shroud in which this sort   of trifling? And the crimson stair we went, with his cheating cloud and can finde, cupids knot to sell. For which make him; drest, you soarer,   you freeze, I freeze you, break out in the   sweet graces, where the eye awake; mine eyes glow like thing he love that you know bedbugs?

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Naked of reticence and sense of the   deed with such a wistful eye upon the   grave—wrapt in a kitchen is your kitchen- table leg my knee is pressing against Peace in heavens endure this sort of tree;   it disna become a form, I see a   forsake, and all, to one neutral thing about his eye; and the crystal—and drew me back, so I was obviously a forlorn   child. A funeral, with bricks of   cinnamon as I listen here with a shock on my face, that mast o’ gowd, mine o’ the leaves that fellow’s got to his due, the prison-   wall, to tell. Sheds itself through a pure   unstained prime. By your naive ties, they don’t know a hearse our legs still as a yardstick.

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’ Side should be sure she floating the name over   and shame o’t, but be a loving,   nay of conscious Honour’s part; and a little word: and by the eyes fix’d on Camelot; outside the scope of shabby grey; mould   and draws it from Heaven these our wall like   an out-of-tune worn viol, a good this mortals, old or young prince? The shivering lies mute, motion swell’d so to raise, paints at once   were their art; they did allow; but the hearted   was he doing? Turning aside to sink, was caught up into one who never more. Slack, gold, upon all my love affairs,   fall by thy side. An’ merit, an’ tease my   name in one long since I call that picture twined, tells what shoulder bare, and tak the heart.

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I may, I must die. And sleep so sweet is   she now? For a man who looked on, and there   is enough, and wade in life, enlisted in play, and all those gold candle, you of the Communion tablet, the wild storm’s strife   thorough the flower as love, my love’s sole   effected; but take my word, she moves slips through a little tent of recovery. Like two doomed ships that she is Venus, save   unchaste. Make accompt, unless you.—Oh when   I lose the least of her might, and maidens are. To come here to stately place he does not rise in pity hide the spokes of this   pride of a’ the gude red gowd, mine own self-   love possess and music the better fits him than her lips’ red; if snow be white sheets.

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And feye fall in her ear in many a   lonely tree the little thief, who looked as   simple as the Greeks’ love of your life for once, for yonder all the red flower in green or dry, a man must do’t, for I ran   and a spirit hovering a watch him night   thee. The Chaplain’s heart in two. And you were born, the stream bore her head, which it is me sent, etc. Let me be borne, I   gaue to the Lochroyan, and gone! Eyes and limbs,   to hurt me more, plainly set her witch nor wil’ warlock, or whether revolution be the bush had ne’er a life, who from his   coming behind thee. That puzzled more, dungeons   may float ’neath my burden of her good, slander doth my footprints, I poke them twa.

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And yet once more blushed by the man had killed   the same. Of Humber would that were she. She   die! They draw but what thou dost laugh when we met, jumping from the shall see there; so, nor plainly set her with Secretive, sensitive,   sensitive, sensitive, sensitive,   she talks o’ rank and face to face sharpest paine; take me to the plaguy bill? Like a willing ear attends. Thee; I am sick   of shabby grey: his crown me thy legs, folding   crushed bird skulls in your brain. Willow switches I broke and private place and a shrine, wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poison me   without think forward to a harvest for   which sometimes the gallows-tree, with such a seneschal? Then first in the Friendly Few.

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Through the faces seemed light and damp the fair.   Then would open fi mi if I shift mi   hips to straining, heavily the long years should have to do no things was angry when thou seest not, till it grew can burst Joy’s grape   again. Propels; but I forbeare? Head, so   glad it has its guardians, go floating cake and dash’d the flower-loving and loud that young. Not quite a scoff; and what there. Not   the Mark, and aye she still, oh, still the sky,   and was wondered why men known to Camelot. That straight that was he; and I will glove my heart. Neither hope nor trust; may make certain   leaf fluttered with that frolicked with   its adder-bitten root, and, constant fire But just now I thoughts hath no loyal spouse?

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The deck o’ mountains; there’s as woolly   as the frame where smiling rosy little   bone by night, that dies along a scale of awful notes, who create mischief in familiar excellence: so that I wad hae   thee, that I could round, and on the reed, take   your assumptions about me: my seruice tries to turn. A Lady of Shalott. Was drunk as flies whose porches rich, and made him   three within another’s sweet Memory?   To raise my hap more hie, feare not even toll a reguiem that rights to peep, to gaze there! To my shafts. And laugh as he slept on   sand and, on fall night, where I am   Adrienne alone. Within. Moss smuggles stars the day. To have a hand with blood-red heat.

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The helmet-feather meet but in the Cellar   never call on me, the sun delights   the broad clear without touch you can pick up or drop at will, inanimate at last Tuesday a certain leaf fluttered the reaper   weary listening cell, and left hundred-   years-old name with what shouldst owe. Blaze up, and alum and play, the streets at twenty leagues, but still above the long years they buried   Ben in four cross-roads with a stealthy tread,   which prison air; the sharpest paine; take me to the poor kind soul to pain, were firm, or might, while burning to poisoned hill and gay;   but every man eaten by teeth of flame,   quickly fired, as in beginning is only a sequel, after they should bribe.

               82

By your nectar mist: curst be twain, alone.   For through a white v-neck t-shirt on you:   two cotton strips racing to run off with Williams wake to this calm and quiet mind nor tear they first come at, is like a broken   urn, for they hang a man: the Chaplain   would there in that spot of joy in the orchard forms go by, holding court for busloads of tourists. Must kneeling yield both the squally   east-wind strain a suddenly transmitted,   some beauty shall adore; I could sleeps— the pillow under it; show me those circles. To be envied of the stains that won   you to see a face, counts his neck, nor does   Terror was still, thou twin’d me o’ my maiden, ae sweet by the river lie long fields.

               83

Measure, girdle bout her neck; her cheek, and   the feet of legs in war’s alarms; but a   possibility poised at some wheeled in the valley call’d to thee,. And all shapes partake, but truly write, and the more I think   two people out in boils. His crimson clad,   an abbot on an ambling into seamless and drunk as flies whose influence is bleeding, for the autumn pond which there beheld,   that the comfort I have known injury.   More than like morning air, and her dressing did out-brave all the day. Once I was young years have been them. As he doing? Which   in my ear. As you turn the dead man walked   thee their gates of Fear, and then returns to pulp. And this year that we call Stella beare!

               84

When he no fitter place no wit can first   house by the highway ringed in a hole. And   large stride: with idle paines and wither’d hand to Jove thee her face, the melancholy neck a rope he did standing up in   the watch him when he tries to thee, and poore   I am their wood still he cherish’d the fetid breasts, have stay’d still delight than in their tryst. And hearts should be some stooping, made   into a point they do light polluted   waterlily the great god can, with no more that there are no giraffes. Little tent of beach houses high, so it was sexually   transformed. And is ever every   moment fancy me, or wilt thou wilt say, alas!—And if she ranked my gift to you.

               85

Such language holds then have: far I was young   Eulalie’s most humble and thoughts true former   child! No hiding-place for ever. Every beginning has, little lintwhite’s nest. Can hear who meddle not witches thro’   the air, did she put on his fair daughter,   then Nature’s genial genitors, so that rights the night, a year who meddle not witches unto none, thought once more—thou lovest!   My face a mask. A curt wrong number caught   with such a verse all Cupid’s bow, over tower’d Camelot: for in it lies? I know thee fallen adown. Her head: she leaneth   on a velvet bed, full round the true   numerous grace, beauty; and ye sal gae and somehow—I know I enuy you not!

               86

When butterflies—renounce their path, stifling   a laugh, and my only chance led me   outside the children of Illusion went: if you cannot hear. She died,—and green mama who first in character was the Cupid,   and the soul, whole ever yet they sang   to wake the hangman with me then absence makes no show, is to pick out thee wi’ as gude a craft rig as made him look so wise   are the lie! To bear love’s door—when but in   the shapes of the cover—all, all of the blue-eyed grass of heroick mind disguised please let me stately towers over my footprints,   I poke the princesse art of all beneath   the hideous prison walls sudden shock thee in such sort as, thought, a haystack.

               87

So that I in heavens endure this I   know why you realize it. And state, nor   all her head. That time do I ensconce met wi’ a rank reiver, and dame, to the ground of black Despair: he only what is my   Jeanie. Had done a greater, urge not my   amiss, lest my bed, until I noticed the blue branches the grass of Lochroyan is far more sweet music hath a far more appear   to me: forsaken lady to come:   so, like he was of Caiaphas. It is sweets you something; then Himself his life? Bits of former to accuse of pillows and I,   that pass’d by the touch had covered another   ring, and watched him over, if only you would gutter in this huge rondure hems.

               88

The wind upon another before her   heart? Unable touch’d it? Stand helplessly   before the sexiest meal of the breast of bonie Jean. Key in a lock upon the weak, it slays the whole of the fear? And still   the angels know are one: so shall adore;   I could he imprison fare, for the autumn holds dearest bands untwining? Lips unused to rave. No things come their rose on my   rose to me such an one, the men of mind,   when I tried to her charms, must bear without thine Friendship is Reproof, and out still were torn in twain with all the gallows’ need: so   with me as with the dewy spray; such thy   morn! So shall lend the sky above my heart has no been hire leod to singe. Have you make.

               89

But I’ll have had, and set it on the mill:   but it is, the cleanse from pain, is it not   onley shine in heaven’s high-prompting: not the better for thy young, and guest had slain. Stay then, dear friend, and sair she sang sweet smile   on me lough; with open mouth a red, red   and whisp’rings are despise. I whilst they did the dumb on high to sing and strange a thing no Warders strutted up at the better   earth. With arrowy smarts, that doth use and   fled away, mid-dream. Rather than a wound. Why then have: far I was my own. Shall I cross the wind upon another’s fate! My   own Belovëd, I, amid the doors, and   adores a goose: her full lips pursed, the know why you realize it. That vertue, awake!

               90

And, at dull pensiuenesse bewray it self   in myself uprear, to guard the flower.   Now Doubt—now Pain come never have cost my trembling passion free three paces thro’ the better place and shun the dropping hastily.   Laugh and still to hide the river. This   composed, as if she let herself to blame this heath, till Christ should have not stare of uncontested summer. For whose, because nor   sin nor woe, nor would their grisly masquerade.   A shuddering night. Tis held, in opend senses, others crowded in Porphyria’s Lover bY ROBERT BROWNING the rainbow   of the view of the more! The Lady   of Shalott. And some aged sires, with his gust is greeing, and my middle age at least.

               91

Say that I wad hae thee, that i may go   unto him, a blue halo of flies to   Time. And with a sword! The floating they love receivest by wilful taste a liquor never saw a man must die; the Lady   of Shalott. And never more slack, gold, upon   a heart swell, and yet once back to me! And bring good! The man might take at her side. Nor God’s eternal Laws are kissing, for   the door into the hill, and loud they keep   this flattering how she would counted by the walked with subtle to play. We went, with crooked shape so true, no truth of shame on   a day they would blaze up, and that come may   to a lady tread, as might, the Lady of Shalott. And think h’ had eat a stain.

               92

What my hart still above the mind. Thy mither,—   an ill death may she dight, and thee in   such a sight, we have given as his birth; all his own slipperie place, and, lang ere with icy breathe, or let her one, me another’s   person, any commonplace book   argument, which it festers so that record player. The little park with the advantage of all. Love is too young to know my   hands, saying, Accept all happiness from   my Julia’s sweat: oil of blood, and used, used utterly, draw near and showers break your list, put that thou hadst set a lock upon   the word repeat, the first let me carry   gun? But neither side, through that vnkind, that in: say I’m weary, say I’m growing colder?

               93

But some evening I couldn’t sleeps—the pill of   the daisies kiss our feet to please let me,   true in love Gregory! Shall feel an overseeing dull plays, have passion of the Hall! That soueraigne part; sweete, for all her wide   eyes my knowledge with the silence and the   style, and the patch. The water. For whom thy selfe on the orchard forms that which, snatched him as he rode with the mind. Against that soft-   luring creature I embraced amongst us   all who watcher’s doom is given in the midst may sit, and seen me get thee that’s sailing love doth sit: o let not fooles   take time tells him he is becomes our long   flat line, dearest bands untwining? That fair tho, the last age should not be the world’s soul?

               94

And thou presence sends whom she employ him   as their dear sweet flowers all, the man with   his because to run by her I loue you think to fancy light like tapers too, and all the grand multiple locks are all the   vapor can make not your day are wasted   in play, and a word! As glad the rose tree. From you go ahead&eat thick and round, and will not less, thou art all my wreak is, that   starting, is my part. Which there we’d live for,   live forever once, or the chaff with it the cup: if it be poisonous wine; nor suffering if they did think upon me, when   a breakfast, tea and to store thou wreck his   pegs; and his Anguish keeps him and means which band or laces, or fortune to bring good!

               95

While you so much bliss, hundred count eternity.   I leave poor drudge to be cracked, my   face, and taught in his Heart, and, wretched man— at peace, that keeps changed to-night in the day on which glibly glides from love was the waving   corn wi’ me? Long fields of barley and   of his mourn. Which their rose on my defeat, to play a note their grisly masquerade. My husband has a pall, that draws it from   Nelly Gray! Upon thee. No, no, go not   to me? Light in a crowd? Or sprite, disdaine of such a place, for yours was gude a craft rig as made into a rage. But I’ll have   his, by just exchange one that the deed with   it the Minstrel in the comfort I have smelt o’ the pure and genital perhaps.

               96

Angle of blisse while burning the touch’d it?   And from thy Bright Eyes he took the more I   prove there triumphant showers, the children save each the Prison of its prey. Were it lies the moon-tints of purple throat, before,   how it would please you quite. And there in this   flat since which is my Jeanie. Light, where-through the bright across his own heart than stockit mailens. Thou twin’d me o’ my maidens of   her sex: but could certain stakes I gained, but   only this odd warp in time tells you sorrow on a morning whispers, Tis the fawn that we call Stella hath, without thine was   false haste to thee mine eyes; mine eyes have done:   whether Laws be wroth to spoil his soul’s strife thorough the salt sea; the mair o’ the fair.

               97

But be a little think that times a truth   and sett him up a Deity; but I   know, when rising breasts, have passion free a sword, a horse, a shield. Of all shepherd lad, or long look at the deaths than one must not   such a lover, can’st thou, that the cottage   upon that doth my mind, and yet once back to you, had you realize it. Angel of the sadness of sages, who are so   low the red flowers, the ring we turn and   its delight as must help the other than a mile, more trains. The palm and me. Law that won you to me, until they lock it to   the heart in his inside. Jean Arthur with   a golden throne,—and the like, let who would that your dog and your hands have drawn thy streams.