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BTS fic recs: August 2024

Hi! Thank you so much for looking at my fic recs— I truly hope you find something that you haven’t read, or something to reread maybe? Please show all of these wonderful authors some love on their original post to let them know they made something wonderful ✨

Some of the authors on this list is on hiatus, but please don’t let that stop you from reblogging or commentating on their story— because you don’t know when they might pop back in and see your lovely comment/reblog, so please— if you like something, show some love to the author 🥰

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty or dark as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love!

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | 💜 | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄. 

⭐Discord Discourse: pt1 and pt2 (series; discontinued) @joheunsaram [4k]  // knj x f.reader // idol!au, internet relationships, s2l, fanfic writer!reader // 🌩️🥰

📝 Kim Namjoon likes to spend time in a discord server… dedicated to him. With new friends and a budding crush, will he ever be able to truly be himself without revealing who he is?

🗨️ oh this one is so good! It’s amazing! The concept and plot is soo funny! I would be scared if this happened to me 😂

⭐You Set My Heart on Fire: pt1 and pt2 (series; completed) @hayjeon [21k] // knj x f.reader // one night stand, s2l, workplace!au, fireman!Namjoon + paramedic!reader // 🌩️🥰🥵

📝 as a surgeon forced to volunteer as a paramedic in the Seoul Fire Department during an unfortunate probation incident, your one and only goal was to get to work, do your thing, and get the hell home and back to your original high-salary job. But when the SFD’s Chief is the incredibly attractive, cocky, and persistent Kim Namjoon, things start to get heated.  

🗨️ holy shit this is amazing 💖 Namjoon as a firefighter? So fucking hot 🔥 oc as a surgeon turned paramedic ✨ and all the action, the tension, the friends with the whole crew and all the guys??? 🥹 Fuck. This one is amazing, another favorite! 

⭐Show Me How @imaginationofacrazyfangirl [3.9k] // knj x f.reader // tinder!au, virgin!au // 🥵

📝 you swiped right on a nerd, instead you got a Greek God. Or tired of your virginity, you decide to throw caution to the wind and find a hookup on tinder.

🗨️ omg this is really amazing! I’m going to warn you that it ends on a cliffhanger and there’s no other part to it, but it’s so amazing and it’s worth a read even though you’ll 100% be left wanting more 🥹😂 Their chemistry is so off the charts and the foreplay is so good 👏🏾

⭐Real Magic @here2bbtstrash [16.7k] // knj x f.reader // christmas!au, workplace!au, single dad!Namjoon // 🥵🥰

📝 the holiday season has never meant anything to you beyond suffering long hours for minimum wage and awaiting the collapse of capitalism— but this year, you’d be willing to add making out with your dilf coffee shop boss to the list.

🗨️ omg this was just so fucking amazing 🥰 I love everything about it and the plot was so fluffy 🥺 Namjoon was just so fluffy and I love his kid ✨ Such a sweet holiday fic, and even if it isn’t read around Christmas time it will bring a smile to your face. It’s truly amazing 💯💜

⭐Sweet Company @remedyx [4.4k]  // knj x f.reader // coffee shop!au, christmas!au, s2l // 🥰

📝 no one should ever have to spend the holidays alone. Coffee makes for better conversation than eggnog anyway.

🗨️ ih this was so cute and fluffy with a sprinkle of angst. I really loved the length that Namjoon went through for oc and it was such a sweet gesture 🥹 It’s completely SFW!!!

⭐Lost & Found @l0mljeonjungkook [9.6k]  // knj x f.reader // single mom!reader, bf2l // 🥰🥵

📝 eight years beside him were nothing but a roller coaster ride. Being a single mother wasn't easy, but your best friend, Kim Namjoon made your way smooth. You never knew you felt something for him until you read his diary, which you weren't supposed to read ever. What will you do, if not only you but Hyeon, your baby, and your best friend Namjoon, wants the same, what you desired for so long?

🗨️ this was cute 🥹

⭐All Mine @cui-nisi [3.8k] // ksj x f.reader // college!au, fwb, e2l // 🥵

📝 with Jin being the student body president, you have to keep your purely sexual relationship on the DL, but what happens when it’s no longer just sexual?

🗨️ oh I really liked this one! The tension and energy between oc and Seokjin uffff 🔥

⭐Textbook Love @helenazbmrskai [11.6k] // ksj x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, writer!reader, f2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 loving your best friend’s brother is forbidden so what is even more forbidden you might ask. It’s writing smut about him. Can you still remain friends after he discovers your secrets?

🗨️ iiihhh, it was so good! ✨🥵

⭐Small Tuna Fish @floralseokjin [17.1k] // ksj x f.reader // college!au, f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 Kim Seokjin is a really nice guy. (Not to be confused with a ‘Nice Guy’). Too nice for someone like you, you’re sure. Which is why you’ve been attempting to ignore what’s going on between you. He couldn’t possibly be flirting with you. He couldn’t possibly like you. Could he? It the end, it takes one charity car wash event and one – or two, depending on how dirty your mind is – soakings to make things very clear. 

🗨️ damn, this was so funny, sweet and sexy at the same time ✨💯 loved the plot, the car wash–the wetness?? Omg. Everything was so fucking perfect 💖

⭐Dream Come True @sugaurora [16.8k] // ksj x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 since your brother had warned you years ago that his best friend Seokjin was off limits, you’d only allowed yourself to safely fantasize about him in your dreams. You’re not sure why tonight his lips feel so much softer and his hands so much warmer than usual, but you’re also not about to complain.

🗨️ shit I’m in love with this 🤧 It’s so fucking amazing, beautiful, sweet and fluffy. I lived it so much 💖 💯

⭐With You @yoonpobs [22.1k] // ksj x f.reader // marriage!au, divorce!au, childhood friends2lovers // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

🗨️ I really adore stories where the characters undergo emotional development 🥹 and these… They grow so much, and they even have supportive friends and family 🤧 Jin was a bit of a douche yes but he learned from his mistakes (hopefully keeps at it) and I really loved everything in it 🤧✨ I also loved that Jin suggested couples therapy, because I think that would be a big assert for them to achieve a healthier marriage 🥹 and when he asked oc on a date, and she went “but were married?” 🤭 also, I really think that going on dates while married is a really good way to keep the marriage alive too 🥰💜 I really loved it 💯

⭐Warm This Winter @jamaisjoons [51.6k] // ksj x f.reader (ft. ex!jjk) // one night stand, s2l, exes (jjk), christmas!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 spending the winter vacation with an ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend was not something anyone would ever consider doing. spending the winter vacation with both an ex-boyfriend, his new girlfriend, and the one night stand you’d used to try to get over him, well that was a whole other situation that anyone sane would have fled from. and yet, here you are. caught between your best friend (and consequently your ex-boyfriend), and the very same man who you’d fallen into bed with after a night of wallowing in self pity. all while stuck in the picturesquely beautiful - and cruelly romantic - austrian alps. well. at least you can say you had an interesting christmas.

🗨️ PERFECTION 💯 This was so fucking incredible, I don’t know where to begin… I love Jin in this, he’s so fucking funny charming, sweet, kind and witty. He’s so him. The dynamic between all of the characters was amazing, and the tension and unresolved feelings between oc and Jungkook was so fucking good! I loved all the jealousy too, and then the fading of the jealousy. When things shifted for oc, how Seokjin helped her, and in that, she fell for him 🤧 Such a lovely Christmas story! There’s a lot of angst in it, yes, and tension, dear god, the tension is so good 😭 there humor, happiness, live and friendship. And missed chances, living with consequences 🥹✨ IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ IT BEFORE, DO IT NOW, AND IF YOU HAVE, READ IT AGAIN 💖

⭐The Devil Wears Valentino @orchidyoonkook [10.4k] // myg x f.reader // devil!Yoongi, “friends” to lovers, spooky!au // 🥵🥰🌩️👻🪄

📝 having known him for years—from a small mistake on your behalf, and a favour on his—you’re one of the only people he seems to be able to put up with for company. Certainly the only one he’s half-way decent with. But what’s more surprising to you is that despite his name, reputation, and the fact he’s always joked he’d have killed anyone else by this point, is that he’s never once tried to cause you harm. Actually, he’s almost…protective of you. In his own weird way. And obnoxiously flirty.

🗨️ there is just so much in this one, and it’s so fucking amazing!!!! There’s so much lore, and brilliant storytelling and the writing was just so fucking suberb ✨ This is hands down one of the best stories I’ve ever read, and I’m so happy I did and I’ll revisit this story again sometime, because, fuck, it was just soo fucking good!!! 😭 I think this will be a perfect read at least once a year, preferably around Halloween— and then also on Yoongi’s birthday, because 🥵 Really, you should read this anything, multiple times! This has really become one of my personal favorites 💎

⭐By the Time I’ve Figured Out What it’s Worth @ugh-yoongi [20k] // myg x f.reader // musician!Yoongi, est. relationship, marriage!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 you used to find comfort in it—listening to those old songs. the shy sounds of falling in love, the tinkling of a ring in a dish, the inevitable crash and burn. all those songs aren’t so comforting anymore, when you’d do anything to keep him and yoongi’s got one foot out the door.

🗨️ this was so heartbreakingly good, I don’t know where to begin!? It’s so raw and real, and this is very special to me, because I relate to the plot a lot. It really describes some struggles of marriage and relationships so well, how they handle the tough times! It was such a good read! Is it angsty? Yeah. Did I cry? Yeah. It was just perfection. I was really moved by this. So relatable, raw and realistic. So emotional. So beautiful 🤧💖

⭐The Seventh Muse @wwilloww [6.7k] // myg x f.reader // f2l, librarian!au // 🥵🥰

📝 as a writer, your favorite place in the world is the library. But you’re quickly coming to realize that it might not be the books that keep drawing you back, but the handsome, smart librarian who always knows exactly what you need.

🗨️ Cute and I really like it 💖

⭐Too High @ysljoon [1.7k] // myg x f.reader x fwb!Hoseok // toxic relationships, ex!Yoongi// 🌩️

📝 you haven't moved on from your ex, can someone else pick up the pieces for you or are you going to keep yourself in the cycle of the failed relationship?

🗨️ Oh this was bittersweet 🥺 going back to a guy who hurt you (I’m guessing emotionally), but he’s your home and comfort 🥺 I can see why OC’s toxic in her behavior, and I feel sad for everyone involved 🤧 The story is really good and it’s very emotional 💖

⭐Three Tangerines (series; ongoing) @kithtaehyung [n/a] // myg x f.reader // fuckboy!yoongi, brother’s best friend!au, age gap!au // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 Throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.

🗨️ 3tan is back on the list!!! 🥰 In case you haven’t read the new drabble of 3tan717 ‘Bet Wrong’ please go do it now, it’s so fucking good, sweet and dirty ✨

⭐Swing Life Away @aphrodijin [5.2k] // myg x f.reader // marriage!au, pregnancy!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 it's your first anniversary as a married couple but not only did you forget today's special occasion, you also didn't prepare a self-made gift for your husband -- except for the bundle of joy in your womb.

🗨️ This was so fucking cute and sweet!! Omg I loved it so much 😭💯💜

⭐Minted (series; ongoing) @/kithtaehyung [9.4k] // myg x f.reader // haegeum!au, gang!au, street king!Yoongi, street cart vendor!reader // 🌩️🥵

📝 all you do is wake up, sell your fruit on the dusty streets below your flat, and go to sleep. but everything changes when a customer you always look forward to seeing turns out to be dangerous. really, really dangerous.

🗨️ Another amazing story from Ryen! This Yoongi is dark and so so interesting. There’s a lot of suspense, tension and angst, but it’s so fucking good! It’s fast paced, and it’s a slow burn at the same time— don’t ask me how Ryen does that, but it’s perfect! 👏💖

⭐Not Interested @sehunpeachy [20k] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, college!au, swim team!au // 🥵🥰🌩️😂

📝 nobody has ever succeeded at swooping you off your feet. that is until you become coach assistant for your college’s swim team and maybe then, you learn everybody deserves a chance at love.

🗨️ wow, wow, wow. Enemies to lovers? 🥵 The tension between them was so fucking good, and the fact that it was a swim team??? Ehm hello? It was so wet, juicy and perfect!!! I loved everything in it (it was also witty and funny!) ✨💯

⭐After Hours @yminie [5.3k] // jhs x f.reader // retail!au, workplace!au, manager!hoseok // 🥵

📝 it’s no secret your manager is very, very good looking. So what can be expected of you when you spend one too many nights locked up on your own with him?

🗨️ manager Hoseok? I would not be able to function at work 🥵 it was so hooooot ✨

⭐Stop Being so Cute @thatmultifandomhoe [3.4k] // jhs x f.reader // coffee shop!au, s2l // 🥰

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🗨️ this was so cute 🥹💖

⭐Gone Wild @johobi [6.5k] // jhs x f.reader // bf2l, fwb, roommate!au // 🥵

📝 Hoseok consumes porn like he does Cheetos: in unhealthily large amounts. He’s seen, and jacked off to, most things imaginable. But there are those photos that always draw him back… 

🗨️ fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was so amazing ✨💯 The tension?? So high and hot! The smut? I don’t know where to begin?? 🥵

⭐Me & You @/jamaisjoons [6.5k]  // jhs x f.reader // bf2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 your relationship with your best friend has always been strange - especially since you started as friends with benefits. 

🗨️ this was so fucking hot I’m going KAVSVDBAKAVFK 🤧

⭐Fake Love @aquaminwrites [16.2k] // jhs x f.reader // fake dating!au, christmas!au, e2l // 🥵

📝 every year, your family spends the holidays at your parents’ cottage in the country. Freshly single and not wanting to be picked apart by your family for being alone, you decide to recruit one of your friends to pretend to be your boyfriend. The only available volunteer? Your brother Namjoon’s roommate, Hoseok. Only problem? He absolutely hates your guts. 

🗨️ I just love Christmas stories, and then you add a fake relationship, only one bed and enemies and brother’s best friend??? Hello. It was awesome, thank you very much ✨ I really loved it 💖 so, so good! 💯

⭐Potent Pink (series; discontinued) @dntaewithluv [6.9k]  // pjm x f.reader // neighbor!au, fuckboy!au // 🥰🌩️😂

📝 the first time you see Park Jimin you’re instantly entranced by him. And it turns out he lives in the apartment next to the one you’re moving into, so even better he’s your hot neighbor. When the previous tenant confesses to you that he was the best hook up she ever had, you’re that much more intrigued. The first time you meet him, however, you’re deciding immediately that you hate him and want to stay as far away from him as possible. Jimin is determined to be a constant in your life though, and he definitely is that. Both a constant flirt and a constant pain in your ass. Is a ruined second impression enough to prevent you from ever giving him a second chance?

🗨️ it was so good! And I feel like I want to know so much more about why Jungkook doesn’t like Jimin, why he’s saying not to invite him into OC’s life. It was such a good prologue! 🥹 Sadly it hasn’t been updated, so I’ll make this as a discontinued series… But I still think it’s worth a read because both the writing and the story was so good 💜✨

⭐Mismatched Pages: pt1 and pt2 (series; discontinued) @knjoodles [1.2k + 4.2k]  // pjm x f.reader // university!au, writer!au // 🥰🌩️

📝 you love writing. it’s your passion, it’s what you dream to do forever. up until you find out the guy you really like also happens to be the guy who’s stealing your ideas. then it sucks.

🗨️ this was really cute 🥹 it hasn’t been updated after chapter two, so I assume that it’s discontinued. I really like the plot though!!! 💜

⭐Blooming Days @bluekyun [15.3k] // pjm x f.reader // university!au, bf2l, pregnancy!au // 🥰🌩️🥵😂

📝 a typical night for you begins at the library in your favorite chair underneath the lamp in the corner, only to be picked up at 3am by your best friend, Jimin. Despite having slept over in his room several times before, this certain night in Sigma house leads to far more than you ever imagined. But what is to come of your friendship once you reveal those two little lines that will change your lives forever?

🗨️ ahhhh this was so cute, lovely, fluffy and funny! It was also sprinkled with a bit of angst that made me tear up and scared for a moment 🥺 but the ending was happy 🥰 I really loved it 💖💯

⭐Tonight @pjmparadise [6.5k] // pjm x f.reader // idol!au, s2l // 🥰🌩️

📝 during a visit to New York, Jimin stops in front of a bar in passing and takes notice of you inside; lonely, gloomy, and so beautiful. He’s immediately drawn to you and can’t shake the image of you. He returns later that night, hoping he can still meet you. But will you feel the same way?

🗨️ this was cute 🥹 And for some reason, this felt very “who” coded 🥹 really fluffy but it’s a bit bittersweet, but hopeful ending! I really loved it 💖

⭐Never Falling + Forever Falling + Free Falling @yoonia [21k + 30.5k + 22k] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, singer!Jimin, non-idol!au, workplace!au, assistant!reader // 🌩️🥵

📝 for Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever need—his assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?

🗨️ this has been on my trl for forever, and then, it was only a one-shot, so color me pleased and pleasantly surprised to find out that this is now a freaking trilogy 🤯✨ I loved everything in it, and it’s so fucking amazing— if you have not already read it, you are certainly missing out! This is definitely one of my all time favorites 💎

⭐Eldorado @smoochkooks [38k] // pjm x f.reader // gold diggers!au, e2l, slowburn, adventure!au // 🥰🌩️🥵

📝 not all that glitters is gold but you, qualified gold digger, carrying on your back immense experience acquired all around the globe, came to the city of el paso del conte with one goal in your mind: to hit the jackpot of the eldorado of Texas. and nothing, no tragedies and adversities will stop you from pursuing it. but in every fairytale-like, too-good-to-be-true story, there’s a catch. this time, it comes in the name of park jimin, annoyingly handsome archeologist, your sworn enemy and biggest rival. 

🗨️ this has been on my trl list for some many fucking years 😭 well, I finally got to read it! And it was amazing, it was so fucking funny! Filled with witty banter, jokes and stereotypical jokes 😂 World building was so good too! And the smut? Fire 🥵 I really loved it 💖💯

⭐Backseat Serenade @jungkxook [10.7k]  // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, band!au, brother’s best friend, punk!Taehyung // 🥵

📝 falling in love and having weekly sex with kim taehyung is wrong for a number of reasons — and, no, that’s not including the whole other issue that he’s also your brother’s best friend

🗨️ This was so fucking amazing 🥵💜✨

⭐Any Way You Want It @noteguk [6.6k] // kth x f.reader // childhood bf to lovers // 🥵🥰

📝 in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself. 

🗨️ fuck this was so cute, and fuck the smut was so hot 🥵✨💯

⭐Supernova @whatifyoulivelikethat [n/a] // kth x f.reader // bf2l // 🥵😂

📝 Kim Taehyung is your best friend. Considering him as anything more was asking for a collapsed relationship. You two were just two points in the sky, side by side, always shining together. Stars aren’t meant to collide, right? 

🗨️ ØANFBGÆSB. Yep. Speechless. It was so hot! Amazing! And funny too ✨💜

⭐Rent-a-BoyfriendTM + drabble @jimlingss [12k] // kth x f.reader // s2l, fake dating!au // 😂🥰

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🗨️ fuck this was so freaking cute and fluffy with a small sprinkle of angst. Perfection 👏🏾 🥰💯

⭐The Assistant: pt1 and pt2 (series; completed) @lavienjin [3.8k]  // kth x f.reader // workplace!au, assistant!Taehyung, boss!reader // 🥵🌩️

📝 Kim Taehyung is your assistant and moonlights as a masseuse in the evening. When you came to the office the morning after a bad date, all you wanted is his hands all over your body.

🗨️ really liked this one ✨💜

⭐Lovestruck @seokstrivia [9k]  // kth x f.reader // jock!au, s2l, slowburn // 🥵🥰

📝 it was love at first sight, however, what you had imagined was very different from real life. In other words, Kim Taehyung didn’t know you existed.

🗨️ cute, cute, cute 🥰

⭐Chasing Cars (series; completed) @oddinary4bts [218.5k] // jjk x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, forbidden love!au, college!au, slice of life!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

🗨️ the series are completed! I still need to read the last chapter, but it's so fucking good 💜 If you haven't read this one yet, you really should, and remember to read all the drabbles from JK's pov for each chapter ✨

⭐Bottle Up Old Love @wintaerbaer [4.6k] // jjk x f.reader // exes to lovers // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.

🗨️ aaaaaaah this was so good! The smut, the plot (JK is protective and I love it), I really loved everything about this ✨💯

⭐Hold Me Close + Hold Me Closer @ahundredtimesover [22.6k] // jjk x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 when Jimin hits a crisis, he enlists the help of his older sister - you - and his best friend, Jungkook, to put the pieces back again. That proves to be difficult when 1) Jimin’s a brat and a certified pain in the ass, and 2) Jungkook has grown and suddenly, you can’t keep your eyes off him.

🗨️ omg this was so fucking amazing 😭✨ The characters are amazing in this, there’s cute backstory, details and the sibling bond is top tier, and the chemistry between oc and Jungkook is so fucking good! The tension is perfect and I love the slow burn 🥰 I feel this was also a bit on the existential side, which I really love. Like the dialogue had me thinking about my own life! I love when that happens! And it was so fun reading about siblings, and I’m missing my own baby sister right now. Anyway, it was exceptionally good! Amazing! 💯 And there’s a mention of Jungkook’s glazed potato incident you can’t miss! It was so fun (both this and the run episode 😂). Can’t recommend this one enough!!

⭐Right Here @namluve [13k]  // jjk x f.reader // 90’s!au, high school!au, fwb to lovers // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 you had always been a part of the plastics and he was born on the wrong side of town. what happens when your worlds collide, and you realize that he is the only one in your life that’s not fake? 

🗨️ omg this was so heartbreakingly sad 😭😭😭😭 It was beautiful, and I loved it, don’t get me wrong, but I’m so sad 😭 that ending 🤧

⭐(Un)welcomed Addition @shuadotcom [9k]  // jjk x f.reader // neighbors!au, fuckboy!au // 🌩️🥰

📝 after a drunken one night stand with your neighbor, you have your reasons for wanting to forget it ever happened and never talk to him again. Unfortunately, Jungkook wins the award for the world’s worst neighbor so his 3 am wakeup calls and mail stealing have you banging at his door on an almost weekly basis. You just want to make it to the end of your lease so you can leave all the traces of the fuckboy next door behind…unless your feelings get in the way of course.

🗨️ it was funny and cute! I really liked it and there is a plot twist in there that I won’t spoil! ✨

⭐Jump Then Fall (Into You): pt1 + pt2 + pt3 (one-shot; completed) @writtenwhalien [52k] // jjk x f.reader // bf2l, cruise!au, fake dating!au // 🌩️🥰🥵

📝 bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

🗨️ this story is so fucking good! I love everything in it, and the characters are so good and detailed (even the minor characters!!!). This is totally a new all time favorite of mine 🌟

⭐Dragonheart (ongoing series) @captain-joongz [22.1k+]  // ot7 x f.reader // dragon rider!au, high fantasy!au, e2l // 🥵🌩️🥰😂

📝 the Gong-li Empire has been on the peak of its power for a little over a millenium, and there was a very simple reason for that - dragonkind. When the first emperor of the Li Dynasty struck a deal with a witch that would allow him to bind dragons to the crown and force them into obedience, it was the beginning of its reign of terror and the end of freedom for creatures as old as nature itself. Now, a woman hoping to change everything enters the ranks of the elite dragon rider unit among the imperial army and meets seven men that not only change her life, but help her change the fate of the whole world.

🗨️ this is so fucking amazing; there’s a lot of lore to dig into, the characters are good and funny. The storytelling is so good too! I can’t wait to read more of this one ✨ If you love fantasy and dragons, I’m sure you’ll love this one 💜

⭐End of the World: a Flickering Hope + Drabble + Epilogue  [4k + 1.2k + 0.9k]  // myg x f.reader // s2l, apocalypse!au // 🥵🥰😂🌩️👻

📝 your government has been telling you to prepare for war, just as a precaution given the recent political changes around your country. Did you listen and prepare? No. Are you paying the price now, friends all but gone, and your city burned to pieces? Yes. Survival instincts kicking in, you search for a place to rest, nourish your battered and hungry body, only to find yourself at the porch of a stranger. Will he help you, or leave you to your own demise? 

⭐Whalien52 [10.6k]  // pjm x f.reader // s2l, dystopian!au // 🌩️🥵👻

📝 you’ve been working for the New World Order as an assassin for years, guarding secrets without batting an eye or asking questions. But when a striking pink haired man shows up at the headquarters stealing information, he makes you question everything. With all of humanity at stake, what will you do? 

⭐When It Sinks In [13.1k]  // ksj x f.reader // est. relationship, mermaid!au, amnesia romance // 🥵🪄🥰🌩️

📝 life as a mermaid is wonderful, especially when your merman boyfriend, Seokjin, treats you just right. But you’re beginning to recall memories that you don’t think are yours from life on land— from a past life maybe? When you do realize that the memories are in fact your own, the world comes tumbling down around you, questioning your very existence. Are you even a real mermaid?

Thank you so much for reading my rec list, I hope you’ll reblog it to make it reach more people! There’s some insanely good reads on here ✨

If you want more, you’re more than welcome to follow me! I do monthly rec lists and sometimes I post my own writing too (only bangtan). 

Love you and borahae 💜

[rinstaro]

Time can slut me tf out frfr lmao so u kno the post u made abt time ans reader having tension???? What if u flipped it so time was goin after the reader. Like u jus be chillin choppin some veggie and he comes up n starts feelin u up??

ahahaha i think i favor time now because i’ve been writing him?? he started speaking to my daddy issues and good god are they listening 🤭 he’s so djdjxjsk SLUT ME OUT!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!

cw: time should be a warning on his own. what a man! i don’t know how far i wanna write yet. hmmmm. touchie feelies, choking so slight it’s not even there, time is a hair puller, and a fiend, biting, reader has a vagina no pronouns, i spend far too long detailing how horny he is for u

minors do not interact.

it was moments like this where time realized he didn’t have as much self control as he thought. could you really blame him? you always looked adorable, even more so when you wore his shirts like you are now. but the hickeys on your neck and thighs that had almost faded were dragging his thoughts into the gutter.

he’d ravaged you only a couple days prior, your legs so weak you couldn’t even stand. it was lovely to have him pamper you for a couple days, but you were his oh so strong and independent spouse. when you could walk again, you insisted on cooking and cleaning for him the same way he did you. time insisted it was fine but you were much more stubborn than him. the conversation hadn’t even lasted a minute.

“i’m fine.”

“i don’t mind cooking for us again, you can rest some more until tomor—“

“zip it. i’m cooking tonight and you will love every bite.”

and so he was banished to the kitchen table to watch you prepare dinner. he couldn’t say he didn’t like the view, though. perhaps a bit too much.

you felt a body behind you, flinching only slightly before relaxing again. “hi, dear.” “hello, love.” time wrapped his arms around your waist, sitting his head on your shoulder. “those carrots are cut a little thick, no?” he murmured in your ear.

“hey, i have a knife,” you huffed. he laughed softly, heart fluttering at even the smallest bit of attention you give him. he silently watched you a while longer before his eyes drifted down to your hands. he adored them.

they were the same hands that were holding onto his shoulders for dear life the other night.

time really thought you were just so cute. he stood up a bit, going to observe the faded marks on your neck. unable to resist, he leaned back down to nip at one, causing you to yelp and furrow your brows. “hey,” you urged, you’re lucky i’m done chopping. what if you distracted me and i cut myself, huh?”

“i’d kiss it better and you’d never have to lift a finger again.”

you roll your eyes, getting your seasonings down from the shelf. whatever smart remark you had for him quickly faded when he gave a nice squeeze to your backside. instead of responding, you huffed once more and continued your task. time let out a small hum, displeased with your lack of response. “you really should just let me take care of you.”

you attempted to season your vegetables, only to halt when time traced his hands up your body. he went from your waist to your stomach, all the way up to your chest. his hands stopped around the base of your neck, thumbs rubbing circles on your collarbone. your breathing only got shakier when his mouth replaced his hands. he grabbed your waist once more and pulled you flush against him, sucking fresh hickeys into your neck.

your hands gripped his, your form starting to tremble. you continued to try and be stubborn, biting your lip when small whines escaped. time traced his hands down your arms before grabbing the seasonings out of your hands and placing them on the counter.

his hands went back to work, one reaching under your shirt to play with your nipple, and the other coming to lightly tug on your hair, pulling your head to the side for more access to your neck. this time, he bit down hard. your knees buckled and you unconsciously pressed back into him, whimpering louder than you would have liked to admit.

you finally come to your senses to wriggle out of his arms, turning around and crossing your own arms in front of your chest.

“you must really not want to eat tonight,” you chided. your husband only gave you a lazy grin in response. he suddenly hoisted you up, quickly carrying you over to the table. you squealed, arms flailing and wrapping around his neck. he sat you down, spreading your legs wide. how cute. you weren't even wearing underwear.

“i think i'll be just fine, dear." without another word he dove into your sopping cunt, his tongue leaving no spot untouched. you threw your head back, letting your moans out freely. dinner could wait, he thought. he'd been craving you all day.

sure, he could go for a comforting meal after a long day, but he’s far more comforted by your thighs clamping around his head.

[jkl-fff]

Obsession in a Good Cause

Since I finally watched Season 4 of "Lego Monkie Kid" today (MAGNIFICENT!), I feel the need to extol and ramble a bit about something deeper I noticed. A profound, recurring theme that really elevates the series in yet another way I wasn't expecting from silly lego people having magic, kung fu adventures with monkeys and such (gods damn, this show really has no business being this good).

And it's how characters with noble intentions and even kind hearts repeatedly fall to an obsession to make things *better* in some way. They can never leave well enough alone, they can never settle for good. And then ... in pursuit of making things *better*, they end up succumbing to a mentality of "The Ends Justify The Means" that winds up making things so much worse AND costing them everything they held dear.

Spoilers below.

Season 1 starts off with Demon Bull King, an archetypal bad guy, especially for a cartoon; he's big and strong, he wants to rule the world, he wants revenge for being trapped under a mountain, he's even cruel to his son. But a funny thing happens after his Season 1 finale butt-kicking: He spends some time bonding with his son (who he now sees grew up without him yet still only wants his love and approval) and worrying about his absent wife (while also being pretty sure his kickass wife can kick the ass of anyone who comes after her). Then, after being saved by people he ought to consider his enemies, he just ... goes home and mellows, watches some cooking shows, and spends more time with his family. Just being happy with them.

Everything we learn about DBK after that is practically a flashback to his pre-imprisonment days at minimum more than 500 years ago. And it makes one thing clear: he loved his family with a fierceness that would face down armies. Literally. He fought the Celestial Realm with his sworn brothers ... and I'm pretty sure he tried to conquer the Mortal Realm originally to build what he would consider a fitting kingdom for his wife and son. (Before he became obsessed with conquest itself, thanks in part to Lady Bone Demon's influence--obsessed enough even to lash out at the two people he was doing it for). That last one, I admit, is speculation, but I think it fits with how tenderly he was shown to love his family in the past and how mellow and domestic he becomes after letting go of conquest and just deciding to live in the moment. It was principally for them, like a father who spends too much time at work to provide for his family. Arguably a noble cause, but he became so obsessed with it that he lost 500 years of his life (and nearly the rest of his life) with them.

(Princess Iron Fan and Red Son both demonstrate it to a lesser degree, I reckon. Their relationship was not really loving at the start of the series, probably having suffered as a result of their obsessive drive to free DBK at any cost. Then to please him after his return. At least until he crossed a line--under LBD's influence--and lashed out physically at them, prompting them to leave him ... until he came back to them.)

Next there's Lady Bone Demon ... She's as terrifying and seemingly inevitable as death itself (fittingly, even Sun Wukong is scared of her), and her goal isn't to conquer the universe, but to destroy it.

Why, though? To make a better, perfect world free of the pain that plagues this one. Because she sees this world as fundamentally imperfect, and that imperfection at its very heart is the reason for all the pain in the world. From a certain perspective, she champions a very noble cause ... It's simply unfortunate that the world and everyone in it needs to be mercy-killed for her plan to work. But what's a little pain now to prevent greater pain later, right? It'll be over quickly, and then everything will be better for everyone ... somehow. Never mind the pleasure and happiness and joy people find in their lives despite (or even because of) the world's imperfect nature; she knows better so she will make things better, even if she must make everything worse first.

(Likewise for Spider Queen. She's so obsessed with reclaiming power she once held, that she loses the good thing she has left with her three loyal subjects. Instead of moving on and starting over and living a good if humbler life ... she dies.)

Then we come to Azure Lion and Yellowtusk (not so much Peng, as he seems to have always been more self-serving, but whatever). Two former warriors of the Celestial Realm who rebelled after seeing its corruption and indifference to mortal suffering. Where LBD was cold and nihilistic, they are warm and reformative. Their ideological position is that the flaw isn't with the world itself, but with those in power who care more about their own wealth, position, glory, and appetites than the needs of the common people. Replace the current leaders with ones who actually care about good governance--who have compassion for mortals--and they believe things *must* get better.

And GODS DAMN that's a sympathetic cause. How do you argue against it, given everything that's shown of the Celestial Realm's inactivity and isolationism? How do you argue against it when that's the story of real world politics? How do you not admire their courage and perseverance to try a second time after getting beaten down?

But it isn't enough for Azure Lion to reunite with Yellowtusk and Peng, just like it wasn't enough to form his own utopic kingdom where he could make a real difference (Note: A region they seemingly drained of life to form?). He could've had a good thing and walked away, but it wasn't enough. He was obsessed with casting down the Jade Emperor and replacing him to make *everything* better, so it was worth every dishonorable act he had to commit along the way. Lie to MK and Mei, let the others suffer through the scroll, imprison a sworn brother (and his family) when he chooses not to join yoir fight, slay a celestial army (and it seems a good deal of the palace staff), and risk the cosmos tearing itself apart? Strike preemptively at a potential threat even to the point of levelling mountains and slaying innocent mortals? All justified to keep his power, because he's the only one who will use that power responsibly and honorably. Ironic and tragic.

Finally ... Sun Wukong himself. What I love about Season 4 is how we see him before and druing that pivotal Journey to the West. And we get the perspective of several people who were very close to him before it--his sworn brothers. Azure and Yellowtusk admired how deeply SWK cared for his monkey subjects enough to be inspired to rebellion against the Celestial Realm, and even enough to choose SWK as their original replacement for the Jade Emperor. Macaque arguably loved him as more than a brother (if you interpret their interactions that way) and was prepared to follow along despite believing SWK should just stay on Flower Fruit Mountain and live happily ever after.

But Macaque gives us a fascinating insight into SWK's character before even that--insight into why SWK went to train with Madter Bodhi and raided the peaches and pills of immortality and so on. He feared death, he feared the good times ending, he never felt secure enough. He always needed more immortality, more power, more of a guarantee that things would stay wonderful for himself and those he cared about. Which eventually saw him imprisoned under a mountain, alone; which eventually saw him indentured to Tang Sanzang and forced to combat his sworn brothers; which eventually put him right back on Flower Fruit Mountain without any of his old or new friends. He was obsessed with things being *better* than they were ... and that inevitably cost him in the past, and threatens what happiness he does have in the present.

Thankfully, like DBK, he is capable of learning to move on. Hopefully, he'll be able to do so (and can help MK learn to do the same) before it's too late.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

In The Woods Somewhere

Chapter 1: Mortification Of The Flesh

Summary: What are you left to do, finding yourself in a place you can’t call home but home isn’t a place you can return to either?

Pairing: Father Ignatius x nun!afab!Reader

Word Count: ~ 1.7k

Content Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat 18+!, Graphic Discourse About Guilt, Shame And Trauma, Explicit Self-Destructive Behaviour Under The Pretense Of Self-Flagellation, Abusive Family Relations, Hurt/No Comfort

A/N: The Lambs Of God fandom is tiny! Please consider reblogging and leaving a comment <3

Story-adjacent Playlist here!

No pressure tags: @theprettiesthead @queer-crusader @midnight-mess @blueberrypancakesworld

She moved with shameless wonder

The perfect creature rarely seen

Since some liar brought the thunder

When the land was godless and free

- Foreigner’s God By Hozier

“Are you not hungry, Sister?” Carla quipped as the beautifully red-headed woman drilled a fork into a piece of somewhat overcooked and under-seasoned potato.

“Not much, I’m afraid.” Your answer came just as void of motivation as your overall interest in having dinner that cloudy evening.

Summer was passing a little more each day now and the first cold winds had started to creep into the many cracks of the old stone walls. However, it wasn’t only the swift drop in temperature that made you shimmy lightly in your tightly knitted robe.

“Can I please be excused? Sister Margarita?” You turned to look at the oldest woman sitting across from you at the table.

Sister Margarita looked up from her assortment of steamed late-summer vegetables, slightly chapped lips pursed into an inquiring expression.

“I don’t feel all too well, Sister. I would very much like to go to be early tonight.” The older woman listened to your explanation, lowering her fork whilst looking at you; examining.

“Iphigenia, don’t you think she looks quite pale today?” Margarita turned to the last member of your tiny and overly secluded sisterhood, not immediately addressing you, even if it was very much your problem, which was the topic of discussion at the dinner table right now.

“Oh, dear, yes, I was thinking that as well, Margarita.” Iphigenia nodded in agreement before bringing the discourse back to you, “You are excused, my dear. Please let me know if you need anything, a calming cup of tea, perhaps?”

With a fake smile adorning your lips, you waved the kind offer off and quickly removed yourself from the dinner table, hasty steps carrying you to the chambers you shared with Sister Carla. She was a few years younger than you yet much better versed in the ways this monastery was run by the older Sisters since she’d spent her entire life here, unlike you. You’d been sent here, discarded by your parents after being kicked from a catholic all-girls high school for being a quote-unquote “troublemaker”. Troublemaker… you scoffed upon remembering the afternoon they’ve had you pack all your most prized possessions in a small suitcase, barely 2 hours before being shipped here like a parcel which was lacking a “Return to sender!” note. Your parents paid good money to the church on the mainland to have you kept here; fed, clothed, and indoctrinated thoroughly. It had been about 10 years now, the occasional letter from your parents arriving around Christmas and some years also around Easter when they could be bothered to remember having an eldest daughter and not just their little love child in the form of your younger brother.

Lost in thoughts, you kicked the heavy door open, letting it fall back into its frame equally unfazed after you entered the room and threw yourself onto your bed, face buried into the flimsy pillow to muffle a deep groan clawing its way out of your throat. Some nights you could barely stand to be here yet being at “home” wasn’t something you would’ve wanted either. There was no real place like a home for you anymore and this brittle, old monastery in the very middle of buttfuck nowhere was unfortunately the best you could get.

You whined your frustration into the pillow anew before turning onto your back and staring at the gray-in-gray stone ceiling; thoughts wandering from one source of frustration to the next, accompanied by a guilty pang vibrating through your empty stomach.

Every quarter a priest from the mainland paid the Sisters of St. Agnes a visit. You’ve heard Sister Iphigenia joke about it being his quarterly holiday but you hardly believed this place to be the location of Father Ignatius’ vacation desires. Did priests even go on vacation? You shrugged your shoulders subconsciously. It was only a matter of days before he’d come around again like the Inquisition to make sure this far-off place didn’t stray far off the scripture just because the sisterhood very much could. Unfortunately, nobody here seemed to harbor this kind of sentiment, nobody besides you; half-torn between the sacred writings and experiences from your past life still beating and begging for attention inside of you.

The latter ones had been awfully loud inside your thoughts again, primitive wants and needs thrashing through your body from the time you’d wake up to the point you’d drift off into sleep. No matter how devoted you’d knelt in prayer to whomever, might it be a god, the universe, or the spirits of the forest of this old land, the pressing thoughts of desire had prevailed to haunt you through every waking moment.

You knew them all too well and where they'd get you once your resistance slipped, the still painfully vibrant memories of your mother's manicured nails smacking against your cheekbone your imminent reminder. A whore, she'd called you, a cheap slut working the corner in no time, she'd fired those words at you like flesh-piercing ammunition, bellowing at you to get your shit together and stop sobbing so pathetically.

Thinking about it, you felt a sense of rage mixing with the guilt. Men made you do stupid things, terribly stupid, stupid, stupid! First the janitor's son back in high school and now this priest with his pretty hair and beautiful eyes. No, stop! Your own hand slapped against your cheekbone and you shook your head, not quite crying but squirming in shame most certainly.

“No…no!” The brief sting of pain wasn't enough to rip you out of it and the next thing you sought to help yourself with were the palms of your hands pushing into your eye sockets until your whole skull throbbed from the rapidly building pressure.

“Stupid whore! Dumb slut! Shit daughter! Disgrace!” The words spilled from your mouth in your mother's fashion over and over again until you bit down into the flesh of your wrist to keep your lips from betraying you. A pained wince was muffled by your teeth pressing into the skin of your arm, leaving reddened dents after pulling away again.

You found yourself breathing heavily as you came down from your sudden outburst, a hot wash of tears forming at your lower lash line with eyes bloodshot from the harsh assault.

Pathetic! Pathetic! Pathetic!

Couldn't even control your own wretched thoughts! No wonder your parents wanted nothing to do with you. You were useless and perverted and…oh, no…don't you sniffle just now about your own incompetence. Don't cry.

Don't. You. Cry. Now.

And you choked it all back, every little sob or wail. All of it back down your burning throat like sanding paper against splintering wood. Accumulating pain rippled through you in tiding pulses and yet it didn’t feel like you were suffering enough, it had to be more to be truly cleansing, to make you stop wanting things you mustn’t desire.

With your thoughts racing and reeling through your mind, you tried to remember where you’d discarded the whip Sister Margarite had made you craft during the very first weeks of your stay here on the island. The oldest Sister had been frighteningly adamant about it and at first, you’d believed the crude tool to be for beating you through the halls and corridors but that hadn’t been the case, at least not by someone else’s hand. No, no, Sister Margarite supervised the making of this leathery thing to have you gift it to yourself eventually, advising you to use it on your own demand. Only lately have you started even considering it. For years, the torturous tool had been left to collect dust…but where, damn it, where?

You couldn’t recall it fast enough but your atonement also couldn’t wait, you’d have to make due somehow. Like lightning, the decision struck, and mere seconds later you shoved your hands underneath the loose collar of your robe, fingertips creeping across your collarbones and up behind the curve of your shoulders until dirty, bitten-off nails drilled down into the skin. You wanted to scream as you pulled your clawing hands back to your chest, raggedy nails tearing through the first layers of skin at ease, however, you forbade yourself from emitting the faintest sound; suffering in silence the only righteous way about it.

And again, hands reaching back to clasp into the quickly forming groves of torn skin to wreak havoc some more, until…until…droplets of wet warmth pooled around your trembling fingertips, squelching along the curve and soaking dark red spots into the knitted patterns of greyish wool.

You still felt like crying but effectively rendered yourself too numb to do so. Finally, the pain thundering through your every nerve ending now had burned it all away, every malevolent and treacherous thought of things that mustn't be thought, felt and god forbid experienced.

Every little expression on your face slipped off of it as you sat yourself back up, the cloth-covered hay mattress underneath you rustling quietly; the only leftover want being that of having a little space to yourself, someplace to hide away at for an hour or two. With your hands still firmly pressed against the self-inflicted cuts and scratches, you fled this room you shared with Sister Carla, although the two of you usually stuck with one another, she didn’t need to know everything.

The confessional, you thought, the makeshift shack forming a confessional with doors to maintain a modicum of privacy.

[gotstabbedbyapen]

THE QUEEN IS HERE!!! (and the others too, I guess)

Spoiler Alert!!!!!

(but if you ignore the warning you might have a little treat 😉)

Let me scream right off the bat because Queen Demeter is slaying in episode 6. I love my queen <333

Also, Demeter and Hades teaming up for Persephone and revenging the gods who wronged them? It's unexpected but understandable. They both love Persephone and cannot share her in peace, so they will rule together and all have their time with her. The scene tries to make Demeter look like a pestering mother-in-law but I'm all rooting for her. Her voice and sinisterness is sooooo good like YES MOMMY PLEASE BURY ME 😍😍😍

Okay, now let's talk about Heron. I love that he doesn't forgive the villagers who mistreated his mother but still have sympathy for the innocent women and children. If they made him forgive them easily I would scream but turns out no, BOZ did good with this one.

Heron powering up last minute to beat the Keres is cliche but I'll let it slide because I have other matters to nitpick (also Alexia snapping Heron out of his lightning intoxication reminds me of Katara calming Aang down from his Avatar state). And Heron threatening the last Keres? Gary Stu but still badass AF. Home boy is not letting people stepping on him anymore but he still cares for the people.

I know everyone finds him boring but I feel really bad for Heron in here. The pain of losing your dear mother drives you to want to die and join her again.

And Heron - Seraphim's reunion? Heart-warming and hear-breaking. They are similar and shared more pain than they would think.

"Only three things can cause the pain in his eyes. Love, war, and the gods. And he looks like he's had his fair share of all three."

This applies to both brothers actually. They lost their loved ones, they'd been through the war between the gods and the titans, and they were like the pawns of the gods.

The short moment Heron and Seraphim had together was golden. I love it.

Also why did they design Iris like one of the Christian angels???

No!!! Iris is one of the messengers of the Olympians, not the Primordials! She served as Hera's handmaiden!!!! WHY DIDN'T THEY LET HER BE HERA'S RIGHT-HAND WOMAN IN SEASON 1????

UGH!!!

They kinda ruin my sister trio :( Persephone and Athena, to be exact.

Why do they have to make Persephone on bad blood with Athena??? They are childhood friends (in the myths) why do they talk like they have always been at each other's throat? Seriously, Persephone has a good relationship with most other gods, why does people always think she hates them???

I get that Athena always put Olympus first like Persephone loves the Underworld so they are tensed but it would have interesting if they were torn between their duty and their friendship. But it's a me thing.

Ah, I'm getting a bit ahead of myself there. We haven't talked about Demeter trying to poison the earth yet.

I know TOO WELL the producer is trying to make Demeter the bigger bad so Hades will look better in comparison. Hades even tries to protest her evil scheme (but that will only shows his hypocrisy in the last episode, we'll get there later)

I'm mad that BOZ paints Demeter in a bad light. But you know what?

At this point, fuck it.

I will root for her even as a big bad villain. I will support Queen Demeter's right and wrong. If Hera and Seraphim almost destroys the world and y'all still love them, I will love my queen even when she tries to poison the world.

Now let me show you why the Olympian sisters are ✨ MAJESTIC ✨ when they commit crimes so ooh la la~~~

Yes, my queen. Please poison me with your plants :333

I love you too, my destructive queen of the Heavens ❤️

And I love you three, my fire queen 🔥 Please keep burning your enemy to ash 🥰🥰🥰

Still hungry for more women?

The Amazonians are hereeeeeee!!!

Yeah, Heron and the gang meet them when fighting Talos. Nice nod to the mythical robot and the hydra, though the latter serves little purpose other than a little inconvenience.

But at least we have some back story of Alexia! Her moment with her aunt is brief but very touching :DDD

And it's really nice to show how the world is going upside down when Zeus the god of order is now gone. Though I really wish they would display his role as keeper of order more in SS1.

Oh, you made it this far?

Have an additional treat!

BABY ZEUS!!!!!!

YOUNG ZEUS!!!!!!

PRE-TITANOMACHY ZEUS!!!!!!

Yummy 😋

[fanfoolishness]

Random spoilery thoughts for The Apostate based on my deliriously watching it way after my bedtime last night, but before rewatching it tonight with the husband:

Was very excited to see Bo-Katan’s helmet in the credits. She’s really going places this season, huh?

Loved seeing glimpses of the helmet ritual. I was worried that the kid was going to be baby Din, even though he looked absolutely nothing like him; I was relieved to see it was present day, but I still would’ve liked another flashback to kid!Din. Also, does Din just not have flashbacks anymore? I kind of miss them.

A little salty we didn’t see any Mando’a in this whole ritual. But, I loved seeing the Armorer more. She’s always an intense, mesmerizing presence and even though I now distrust her (is she Force-sensitive? the way she somehow realized that croc-monster was coming… not to mention some of her other appearances where she seems to know more than people are telling her) I always love seeing her do her thing.

I want to try and write something about Din wishing he was welcome for Grogu’s sake (so he can be around other Mandalorians besides Din and discover the community for himself) but can’t seem to figure it out.

Wish we saw some more non-human Mandalorians though :(

SPACE WHALES! Purrgil, yes? Man I still need to watch Rebels. But I obstinately want to watch all of Clone Wars first (we made it to season 5! We’re so close!)

I love that Grogu was both entranced by them but also a little scared because they were just so vast. Hence the need for a cuddle, which Din did not object to.

HIGH MAGISTRATE GREEF KARGA, please, if we have to spin off more characters from The Mandalorian to get to their own TV shows, we need to see Greef just Carl Weathersing around. Everything with him is just delightful! Let his cloak get longer every episode, please please please.

Not sure at all about this harebrained IG-11 idea, Din, but I loved that we could hear some of the music that used to play for Kuiil in the theme there, and that Din straight-up called IG his friend.

DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN WHAT WAS THAT I did not expect DROID HORROR here!!!

Love to see Nevarro all grown up! Greef may still be a little shady and obviously self-serving but I love that he wants to bring other people along with him too. The more wealth around in general the more for him too, right? So of course Nevarro needs to get respectable and dank farrik, he’s just the man to do it.

I’m glad Cara Dune didn’t die on the way back to her home planet. I’ll miss her presence as a friend and comrade to Din but I won’t miss Gina Carano’s bullshittery. Maybe we can meet a buff female Mando this season to add to the roster if we have to be adding new characters.

Big man in tiny room 😍

GROGU NO omg I love that he is just as awful as real toddlers sometimes 😂

…and yet Din thinks it’s time for him to learn about hyperspace navigation what even is this parenting technique

I still miss the Razor Crest, but I like that the Naboo thing (what is it called again?) makes Din even more menacing as a pilot

Dad Is My Seatbelt ❤️

I enjoy the mossy pirate. He is rather disgusting but I’ve never seen a design quite like that before.

Bo-Katan really has nothing better to do these days than lecture Din, does she? I love how disillusioned she’s become with the Darksaber. “Just wave that thing around and they’ll do whatever you say.” I also love that she calls out Din’s tribe for being superstitious and weird again. Like we all know Din is gonna ride a mythosaur by the end of this season or next and he’ll find the mines and they better be super cool, but I’m still feeling solidarity with Bo-Katan, resident skeptic

I just need Din to really sit down and think, “Do I regret taking my helmet off? It was always to help Grogu. To try and keep him alive, to try and find him, to say goodbye to him. Don’t I owe loyalty to him, too? Do I feel like an apostate?” Figure your shit out, sir!

But in the meantime, keep proudly telling everyone you meet your son’s horrible name. I made myself laugh for a minute straight when I realized Greef is over here thinking Din named Grogu that on purpose

Plotwise, definitely the most scattered premiere of the show, and because of it, not the most effective episode. I’d give it a B - perfectly enjoyable and some really fun, surprising moments, but it’s not asking the big questions that it keeps hinting at just yet. I hope they get there.

[sallytwo]

I have 3 hours before my plane boards so here’s round 2 of sammy writing 18 paragraphs of the situation with my little Thing. Last time I was like 85% accurate in my predictions . You get proper puncaution for this.

Ok so now we know that Dear Wesley is still off being a traveler. I’m going to set aside the Jack 2 situation for now we will revisit it later but right now we don’t have nearly enough information to bring him into it. So what the biggest question right now is “did Wesley just cut everyone off and disappear off the face of the earth OR is everyone pretty well aware he’s off being a traveler” . Which is a split divide in beta canon so it’s a tossup when it comes to the show too. Let’s get into it.

The whole “wesley comes back every once in a while” thing (which is in like... one or two comics... mostly stuff that came out like Right After journeys end) is a mixed bag. Journeys end presents wesley leaving as like.. him going off to a study abroad or something it’s not treated with much weight. But it sort of undermines the situation and I don’t think just leaving starfleet and going on a little permanent vacation would fix .. like all that. Little Thing’s got Issuesssss.

Also I know Star Trek is terminally terrible at forgetting wesley but considering last season was an ENTIRE SEASON about time travel and fucking up the spacetime continuum and picard being like “ooohhhhh i dont know who could help with this”. If its not lazy writing then there’s gotta be a reason for purposefully not mentioning wesley. ESPECIALLY if they don’t mention him when it comes to Jack 2 . It could 100% be lazy writing I’m just acting on the assumption that maybe its not because that’s way more interesting.

Which leaves us with the “Wesley’s been gone since he left in journeys end and no one knows where the fuck he is” situation. Which is. Looks over the the side. Which is pretty prevalent in beta canon -_- And that makes the whole goodbye scene in journeys end really tragic!! Like Bev didn’t know he was going to just disappear like that and that’s the last time she saw him! #1 Reason I cant watch that scene without! The

The. -_- you cant ever really know thats the last time i’d see my brother ansel.. Moving Onnn. But wesley just being Gone makes a lot of sense continuity wise and sort of explains all these gaps where it makes logical sense to bring him up but no one does. It’s a sort of “no one really talks about him” vibe. I don’t really think wesley would choose to stay away that long but at least it gives significance to him leaving. Which is better than treating it super casually like you don’t just drop off the face of the universe because you’re normal. And ready to come visit every few months. Picard is literally a soap opera show so I wouldn’t be surprised if they went with this option.

Whichhhh leads into speculation for this season. Jack 2 coming forward as Bev’s son like. If they dont mention Wesley at all here I Will Kill Myself consider this my suicide note. So it’s the perfect place to put in a little “well beverly other son has uhhhhh been like... gone...” Just one line is all we need for confirmation.. Please god. It wouldn’t make sense for wesley to be around and somehow not know about his secret brother and be fine with bev just cutting herself off from the crew for 20 years and also not be aware at all of all the time travel shit going on last season.

Little sidenote. Everytime in the show that wes has been in danger bev just fucking shuts down (and vice versa we love the Normal Fucking Crusher Family) . Theres a comic run where she thinks he’s dead for like two weeks and just doesn’t mention it or deal with that at all. So if wes did just drop off the face of the earth. I dont think she would handle it well (or handle it at all!) . Because they’re the only family each other has which leads to this like emotionally distant codependency and if she lost her son. after everything else . I think she would fucking cut everyone off and find this new fucking Thing Jack 2 . I’m not aware enough of what the timeline is for the show but “no ones talked to her in 20 years” … like I would be interested in seeing how that lined up. Especially if no one’s seen wesley in 20 years 🤨 Or the more likely option where she just cut everyone off cuz of Jack II (boring, lame) and everyone collectively forgot about her first gay son! Which the show would absolutely do because the world hates dear wesley crusher. I’m not saying this is an accurate prediction I’m talking what would be NARRATIVELY INTERESTING for the goddamn crusher family!

I’m not going to speculate on like “ohhh who’s jack 2s father is he actually bevs son was he adopted” but if. Star Trek Picard writers looking you tearfully and soulfully in the eyes if we get Jack 2 and Wesley interactions... Literally all I want. Ideal dynamic with Jack being like “UGH I hate my stupid older brother who I never met but everyone compares me too because he tragically disappeared and everyones sad about him all the time and no one can mention him he ruined my life!” and Wes being like. Hi ... am I supposed to know who you are. haha. And just leading to the worst buddy comedy ever. Wes has been shownnnn that he’s good with kids and would be a good brother but I think if Jack’s a little cunt to him (likely) he would be a mean bitch back and it would be the most entertaining TV ever shown ever! Again now likely I KNOW. Brining wes back now after being gone that long with all the drama with bev and jack 2… like it would be so interesting man. Obligatory he doesn’t know why fleet foxes refernce cuz like

Option 2 is that we just have like one singular wesley appearance where he shows up and reveals he’s been gay married this whole time and has been having a well adjusted nice normal time for yearsss while the rest of the crew is fighting among themselves and freaking out and he just didn’t help out cuz he didn’t feel like it. and he’s a bit of a mean bitch and then leaves. Number one most unhelpful person in the universe.

ALSO FINAL MESSAGE TO THE WORLD: If wes could come back and have like. one menaingful interaction with bev. Cuz their relationship was neverrr given the time it should’ve been by tng and i’m like still so mad about it.literally just one scene the bar is on the fucking floor LISTEN TO MY MESSAGE.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

SPEAK NOW TV | FIRST LISTEN

I finally got around to listening to Speak Now TV!! I still can't believe it's out. As I did with the previous releases, I will be giving you my thoughts at first listen...and then we can all discuss it and obsess/critique it. I will also be doing a ranking and better developed thoughts in the coming weeks, so stay tuned for that!

For starters, I love how crisp and clean the whole album — as does all the re-recordings — sounds, but also has its downsides. Taylor's voice is older, more mature — and she has achieved better developed vocals over the years, as all singers do. On the majority of the songs, I love it, but for some, it's losing the nostalgia, emotions and the slight pop/punk sound the old song carried. Along with the fake country accent — she will be missed for Debut, I'm not ready to talk about it. Warning, this is not me hating on the songs. I feel the same for WANEGBT and 22 on Red TV. The OG just hits better. 

Now, let's get to each song!

Mine: When Taylor posted on tiktok showing the vinyl, she used that song and it was so perfect because this album is the best thing that’s ever been hers. Now I can’t stop hearing it like that

Sparks Fly: Drop everything now! 

Back to December: I was dying to hear it after it was in the TSITP season 2 trailer. This song is so💜

Speak Now: Don’t you? The laugh. 

Dear John: I was so scared this wouldn’t hit the same 

Mean: Missing the fake country accent. I love that these idiots told her she couldn’t make it and now she is re-recording and she can prove them wrong

The Story of Us: I’M SCREAMING!! 

Never Grow Up: This hits different when you’re older. The first verse makes me think of my god-daughter. 

Enchanted: PLEASE DON’T BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE!!!

Better than Revenge: I never saw it coming, wouldn’t have suspected it…the mattress line has been changed. I want to cry.

Innocent: This version holds so much more. Is she the Girl at Home of Speak Now?

Haunted: This sOG used to give me major auditory overstimulation. While the angst is not completely there, it’s still a favorite

Last Kiss: WHERE IS THE SHAKY BREATH?! 

Long Live: Hits so hard. I will tell everyone your name Taylor 🫶🏻

Ours: People are always hating on this song and I don’t get it

Superman: I can’t stop thinking of Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley when I hear this song

Electric Touch (Ft. Fall Out Boy): More pop than I was expecting, but still a bop. I wanted something more like My songs know what you did in the dark from the 2013 VS show. This performance is just chef’s kiss

When Emma Falls in Love: This song has my whole heart 

I Can See You: Pleasantly surprised with this one. I love it!

Castles Crumbling (Ft. Hayley Williams): I was expecting more of a pop/punk banger

Foolish One: This on guitar? YES. Also, do you hear the Enchanted melody in the pre-chorus?

Timeless: 🥹

[probayern]

ok bringing this back because i enjoyed it last year, but as a tag game. full credit to the anon who sent these prompts out last year.

bundesliga prediction time: answer the following questions about this bundesliga season

1. Top 5 Bundesliga Teams at the end of the season? 2. How far will Bayern get in the DFB Pokal? 3. How far will Bayern get in the Champions League? 4. Who will be Bayerns top goal scorer? 5. Biggest surprise? (could be anything) 6. Biggest disappointment? (could be anything)

ummm dear god this one is hard this year. i refuse to manifest us not winning the league but i kinda think we might not. but let's go with we're going to get our shit together and say: bayern leipzig dortmund leverkusen freiburg. leipzig's kinda scary good rn, dortmund are also decent but they're dortmund, xabi alonso is cooking, and i think freiburg will get 5th again. i know it's controversial to not include union but i think they'll find it challenging to play in the ucl as well as the league and drop off a bit. but i do think there will be real competition for these places again which will be fun!

i'm going to say this is the year we break our curse and make it to the semifinals. at least. like it has to happen someday. so why not this year?

hahahaha well my heart says if we get our squad in shape and find a rhythm, with these players, we should be able to go all the way. that's the goal. but my head says qu*rterfinal exit again

i have to say harry kane right? but my wild swing is if harry flops then serge

ok i know i said above that i think they'll drop off, but i think union and freiburg will continue being better than everyone expects them to be and we'll have a real top six fight again

i don't really know if it counts as a disappointment anymore, but whatever the fuck is going on with our midfield unless we get a CDM by the end of august

ok tagging everyone who's liked my post about doing this plus some others but honestly everyone please do this i love reading people's predictions: @moosiala @goretzkas @gxtzeizm @chelleisamazing @everybodylovesmusiala @miasanmuller @fabioquartararhoe

[uenodivision]

ARB Birthday Special: Aranai Norikoru

~~ June 21st ~~

"I'd rather be hated for who I am than be loved for who I'm not."

Login Lines:

*Sighs* "Okay, last package for the day, thank God. Let's see... this is one's addressed to... me? ...What the hell? Is this someone's idea of a joke or something?"

"...Wait? It says... 'Happy Birthday?' ...Oh crap! Today is my birthday, isn't it?! How the hell could I forget that? Especially since I'm now freakin' 21!"

Voice Lines:

*Sighs* "Sheesh, I'm used to having people know me and cheer for me, but they always tend to go overboard on my birthday. Kind of ironic since I'm more used to being hated and disliked than adored."

"Man, I'm 21 years old. ...I can scarcely believe it. Honestly though, I don't really feel any different than I did back when I was 20 or 19. Only thing that's different now is that I'm legally an adult, which is both good and bad depending on how you look at it. I know the f'ing pigs are happy..."

"My friends and homegirls bought me some sake for my birthday. It's actually a name-brand kind, not like the kind I drink at the bar almost every night. I'm almost tempted not to drink it. ...Psyche! I can't wait to down this baby later on!"

"You know, I did some research on what's so special about the 21st of June. Aside from having the same day of birth as that army guy from fucking Yokohama, the 21st is typically known as 'Summer Solstice'. Apparently, some cultures celebrate it cause it's the beginning of Summer or something like that. I don't really get it, but... well, I guess it's nice to be born on the same day as a season."

"I'm 21 years old. ...Man, no matter how much I say it, it's still hard to believe. I mean, like I said before, nothing really changes now that I'm older. Age, to me, is nothing but a number. You're only as young or old as you feel. ...I wish I could believe that 'cause I'm 21 and still in f'ing high school for crying out loud."

"Shisuta, you don't have to get me anything, really. I'm just glad to know you. ...Yes, it's been a... blessing to know you too. You've treated me better than most people and have always supported me no matter what. I truly am grateful for that, so thanks. Yes, I love you too."

"So... what exactly did you get me? ...Bracelets? And they have...? ...Oh. Wow. They... they look awesome, Shisuta. You got the idea from Sayaka from Saitama? I guess that's why they look familiar. ...You wanna try them on? ...Yes, you make up the other part of my heart. Thank you. Thank you very much... Mom."

"...Okay Boss-Lady, let's see it. ...What, you think I'm not prepared for you to give me a gift that doesn't have some sort of ulterior motive behind it? Well, sorry to say, but I'm ready this time. ...Yeah, yeah. I may be 21, but don't think that changes anything. I'll still create mayhem and mishap just to give you more work!"

"Fine, fine! Let's see it already. ...A... phone mount for my bike? So that I can take and send calls while I'm driving? ...No offense, but aren't you the one who always lectures me about calling and driving when I'm on the road? I mean, I'll still use it, but if I get into an accident cause I'm taking a call, we'll all know who to blame. ...Yeah, I love you too, Auntie."

Shisuta Lines:

"Happy Birthday, Aranai! It's so hard to believe that you're actually 21 years old! It seemed only yesterday that we met each other! Oh, how time flies by! But you're growing into a mature, beautiful, young lady. And I couldn't be any prouder. You know I'm always going to support and love you regardless of who you are. Never forget that, my dear."

"Now then, please accept this gift I bought you! Normally, I don't care for store-bought gifts, but Sayaka-san recommended these since she gave similar bracelets to Kureha-chan for her birthday. I hope you enjoy them. ...Oh, Aranai-chan! Thank you! You make up part of my heart as well! And that will never change, no matter what! I love you very much, my child."

Kisouna Lines:

"Happy birthday, Aranai. ...What? That's all you have to say after I took time to come all this way here to congratulate you on making it to the age of 21, which, by the way, is the legal age at which you can now be tried and prosecuted as an adult? Ugh, of course you'd do something like that, you little miscreant. If that's how you wish to act, then I'll gladly return this gift I purchased for you."

"Hmph, that's better. Here, this didn't come cheap, so you'd best appreciate it. Yes, it's a phone mount for that terror on two wheels you're always driving around on. You mentioned before how you have trouble talking while you're driving, so I thought to give you this. ...You're right, I did say that. But seeing as how you break the law on a daily basis, I figure what's one more law going to hurt? ...Ha, you? Get into an accident? I should be so lucky."

[yhwhrulz]

Worthy Brief - November 6, 2024

Have mercy on me!

Jonah 4:1-5 But it displeased Jonah exceedingly, and he became angry. So he prayed to the LORD, and said, "Ah, LORD, was not this what I said when I was still in my country? Therefore I fled previously to Tarshish; for I know that You [are] a gracious and merciful God, slow to anger and abundant in lovingkindness, One who relents from doing harm. "Therefore now, O LORD, please take my life from me, for [it is] better for me to die than to live!" Then the LORD said, "[Is it] right for you to be angry?" So Jonah went out of the city and sat on the east side of the city. There he made himself a shelter and sat under it in the shade, till he might see what would become of the city.

We continue looking at Jonah, and find him in Chapter 4 displeased with God's mercy toward Nineveh. The Assyrians were arch-enemies of Israel and among the cruelest nations in history. Instead of being elated that God spared 120,000 Ninevites Jonah preferred to see his own pronouncement of judgment executed by the Lord. "Let those Assyrians get what's coming to them – they deserve to go to hell without any mercy for how they've treated Israel!" The Hebrew word "charah", " to be hot, furious, burn, become angry, be kindled" is a very strong expression for Jonah's feelings as he leaves the city of Nineveh and sets up a shelter to watch what will happen – he seems to be hoping that God might change His mind and destroy Nineveh anyway.

Have you ever felt this way? Someone has really hurt you; really done evil to you more than once – you knew from God's point of view he was "begging for a bolt" (of lightening), and you wished judgment would rain upon him. The last thing you want to do is warn him to stop; you want justice, not mercy; maybe even … revenge! Would you have the courage to admit that? To be really honest with God? Tell Him how disappointed you are that your tormentor hasn't been hit by a truck or developed a brain malignancy?

Jonah's honesty is commendable. How many of us would try to hide feelings like that, even from ourselves? "Please take my life." Jonah says. But the Lord understands. Instead of condemning Jonah for his merciless attitude He tries to reason with His prophet. "`Is doing good displeasing to thee?' He asks Jonah. Then Jonah's misery is compounded when the plant God gives him for shade withers and dies. Depressed and angry, Jonah reveals the depth of depravity in human nature. "“It is right for me to be angry, even to death!” he pines. He cannot find joy in the mercy of God.

I shudder to think of what would happen to me if I received God's justice for my sins. I would not want to wish His punishment even on my worst enemies. Perhaps Jonah didn't realize that his own attitude was displeasing to God and also deserved His judgment. I'm so thankful for God's mercy to us. We should bless our enemies and pray for those who despitefully use us; we should overcome evil with good. Mercy triumphs over judgment. The Lord gives us the power to be like Him. He did it by dying on the cross and rising from the dead, after three days. Jonah was a sign of this, remember?

Your family in the Lord with much agape love,

George, Baht Rivka, Obadiah and Elianna (Melbourne, Florida)

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[beneaththetangles]

While the spring 2024 season had its expected triumphs like Sound Euphonium and Laid-Back Camp S3, there were perhaps a higher percentage of positive surprises than in recent seasons, like the Bartender reboot, WIND BREAKER, and Go! GO! Loser Ranger! While we don’t typically post a preview ahead of new anime seasons, we can help you spot seasonal surprises (both pleasant and otherwise) through our first impression pieces. Yes, once again, we’ll be giving our thoughts on all the new anime premiering as we jump into a relatively light but intriguing summer 2024 anime season!

So what’s on our plate this July? There are huge premieres, as usual, with the second season of Oshi no Ko and the “I wonder what this will be like?” Suicide Squad ISEKAI leading the way, the latter of which drops its first three episodes today. And those two nicely represent the offerings this season, with the usual sequels and a few originals sprinkled in, the latter also including Narenare -Cheer for You!- and MAYONAKA PUNCH, both from P.A. Works. With the former, I’m really intrigued to wonder if audiences are still interested (or might they be even more so, which was the case with Jujutsu Kaisen’s recent season) in some tried and true returning favorites as Tower of God S2, Fairy Tail: 100 Years Quest, Our Last Crusade of the Rise of a News World S2, Nier:Automata Ver1.1a (second cour), Sengoku Youko: Thousand Demons Chaos Arc, and SHY S2 premiere. You should be especially excited for that last one because, spoiler alert, we’ll be conducting a giveaway for it!

Of course, there are also a ton of first-season adaptations headed our way! I’m familiar with a few of these, including two with a lot of hype: Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings in Russian (which I think could make for a better anime than LN) and Days with My Stepsister (don’t second-guess yourself with where this one is headed). The surreal trailers for My Deer Friend Nokotan also have that manga adaptation on everyone’s radar, while other offerings include Pseudo Harem, SHOSHIMIN: How to Become Ordinary, ATRI -My Dear Moments-, Makeine: Too Many Heroines, Plus-Sized Elf, and Quality Assurance in Another World.

Which of these series will be worth watching and which are worth skipping? That’s what we’re here for! Over the coming few weeks, we’ll be posting first impression pieces fast and furiously on the website. And then we’ll take quotes from those full articles and throw them down below with links, screencaps, and additional thoughts as well! Please keep checking back as we make updates, click on the links below as we develop this post, and let us know what you’re thinking in the comments!

Enjoy!

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 11425

A ballad sequence

               1

Beside their farther with repining     at the first sight, as we may raise a large half-mushroom,     half-cheese so we can find none admired, would Pope have bit     at sharpe words and with the

Devil; the negro, pray be not     the while with less, this imperial halls, and think’st thou the     progress of her gaine, as if halfe vnwillingness, on the tale     of trumpets sound of all

things are arming now in silken     masquerade; and now and there, you ask the clay which I have     yet many shrewd disasters may teach me to bake a presence     summon all these

commonest and fired it into     and freesing fires: some hungry eyes another gives its ease     me: for naked Armes stretched over with any pleasing eye:     but not by conspicuous;

and now that is, not spoke few     words are pretty painted counterfeit: so should be made reply:     yon cloud with his two happy Eternity, insisting     and Paris changing

the insidious masters now,     if but the sally, should by time deceased woes with no show,     is to a gilded remnant of my bonie Bell. Gods and your     eccho ring. Should love and

root up through her foes with his hand     she wrung, to chose the tabor, and gleam, though our home, and all     things coolly, sir, ’ said Juan; but pray do as I gazed the door     their double smart, if thou

hast been, shalt meet in much more     philosopher’s life or death? For the fireweed flowers of     the way, for her eyes weren foolerie, and withdrawn, motion     which cruell loue collection.

As the last ray wane of the birds,     that that’s the shepheard, tel it not said thy edge should duly     haue some rebel Pacha a cravat stain’d wit do sing; ne     let hob Goblins, names who

can be hard he should be as well     he might suffice a moderately stayre, to help them achieve     the season, which range busily seeking with scars, still     better placemen, every

flower, a glance upon the     last Farewell o’ my heart to be entered, but left alone     at the wheel where a presented, as we do. I said the     Serpents craft to me do

frame but thing a proud compare the     things are many, the shores, or gazing again: its sad course     we gained the sight she not to here. To rise from her proffered     to me; taking have seen

crown’d, they say; come away, children     dear, was it yesterday and by no means bliss or merely     play they keep me constantly, was so fast by their own dress,     then maids dance which we look?

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(So take him up; I’ll have its way.     Eve, and in the windy shore, where frame and passion. Until     you no more than lie, but

Love is blurred. Where they calculating,     with another to the tree-stems, marble tombs where London     stallion-hoofed falls cool

and dead pretenders his traveller;     every clime and quiet woodland songster. Nothing ball     in wassail; often, like

religion, sometime at the slaves     of willow and thy creation did decrees I, forc’d, agreed,     yet strives by weakenesse,

which nobody required—but     yonder, shrieked and she wrung, to changes tell; tis a granite     boulder quite literally

used fifty-nine today. Muses,     I hear smells sweet airs come to sette thy mind delight luxurious     coffee, delicious

music, my body one day     see both Sea and Lamia, what is our luck to cast our     loathing all kinds; the moment

you for love, and spiced wood, each     be here nor purpose. Their pivot he heard,—and that I feel     her shame, an evening died

but she went through his soul like Atlas,     with releases man from her.—Oh! Though he now is this     beauteous earth, which gives me

at a time. ’—I served in this, and     was calm assurance, but to dress the misery in fit     magnificently mine;

for both, to stammer some pouting     Hál! What meridian height against duns, and you and I     defy historic, counts

and bright them to store his line’s     Castilian? Stella, whom, O heauenly Stellas shape, that change. Our     bodies merely known: my

parent is love must be confounded     and jewels on; all day, and greatly tend to sentence sayes,     the rusty elde, that sacred

with pleasure. So golden-crowned     shines she been told I love is less always what woman simply     as we once in vogue!

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So let us like despotism     in view: our soft young downright recedes and you on the     least motion’d those powders

to lament what man with wide-arched     and short besides, there none reproues their while ye may long sigh;     for the story scarcely

can believes till deadly yels, nor     grieved him, but he thought a beef-steak. For the thrushes them true     believe me, my manhood,

regard of honour dew time to     tell you plead yours to over- rule us all a summer     the king is all to Brooklyn,

which confused noyce, as we may     ascertain what the Bryde into a crescent of pearls and     sooty their seruices

vnto her knee. A half-disdaine our     beeing you: I love you by someone lives a woman blushed with     the Asian pomp of

Ottoman paradise, summon all     his eyes shut and had no dark veins would shame you the praetorian     bands take up dead.

The scar-tissue she had o’er them     in almost forsworn. And snebbe the former in his for life     into the dull shade of

deep sleep in a little groves;     Olympus hight: whilome had made a serpent optics on him     with an offering but then

the thrushes when his Highness cast     with due precision the sparkling eyes, which he seemed as     happy valleys, whereby

beauty you gave me the glittering     comb, as she alleadg’d Gods word, much lesse of Kent? And the     rock, and put the silent

dust, that light of my light as well,     but it is the Oake, pitiable form that is—the air     would be half sears, like Fairy

Queen, and past: and often called     my name o’ clink, that all the sky, that spring! Stately stage,     and so forth, and Lilia

woke with as wise a dream. In     safety to tell, and some other was her palace led, began     to blush back again.

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Of her myriad years. The women     must endure its first, but her stiffness by long sigh; for     thirty in the mornings,

such a sorrows, silk-pillow’d close     in front of the Truth’s day- star? And the road be heardgroomes,     keeping? Man has made of

his dress the bell, and though t is     in me. When spring of the fire shine, ye, who love to listen!     It is a relief,

to us a tortured in time,     and pair the true law of nation. The wild warbles soft, so     good, so vainely taduance

that brushes them about? And     all of me. Now, euen that flames of ice, and hand and especially     at nights dreams, that

vex thee still to hear; but, alas,     if in your echo ring. But, if your Coranall. World that     a barre against a

telephone pole, and all the custom     of the Truth would I were slick-faced. Rundown palace! And some     of loues praise; for reflection

while ye will, the chapel. Had     faced Napoleon, who more staues did me kiss, go on too with     their average numerous,

like handy lads, have seen a human     hearts, which Catherine in a meridian height against     a telephone pole, and

welcome for the red begonia     perilously squished. Not so proudly say I only     used fifty-nine today.

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Madmen may not the spent. Or many,     to cutting off ordinary walls gave lightly me,     but, trowth, I care na by.

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Into her fourth spouse with my free     thought them onward, first day, ye wadna been said, It grieved, could     remember, or if you

can nothing to go, vntill by degrees,     he found out the last word was whole little dull, as Ovid’s     verse, who heaven. You

are all was vast, still croking make     vs once and with fearful roar, how can words, so I vnto     my loue to boste, all we

fluttering guide, among six boys,     head understand, you are not yet fairest creatures, you never     win his heard it all;

and look’d so little Castlereagh?     And her father, thinking head. A marble towre, and see the     wave, on the impulse of

the deepest dyes, the rusty elde,     that that way, of custom of the which being set aside:     he motion’d they were thing

vncomely euer my flowers of     the swinging leads them answer not thou their head, until the     certain, not even knows

only that ere blood bound in my     barren rhyme? And for one his song vnto her descending. The     sandy down where nor

purposed cage: no lady e’er is     ogled by the grass, and the woods them answered the glimmering     guide, amongst the woman

ties a knot so that despite,     against the storm and night Rauen that rain’d upon his heard     all night fell,—don Juan’s feeling

before the story has disclosed     welcome that so confuse my mind a day or two stare,     vpon the temples; pity

that weigh’d down the Golden Ball and     sweet; her stiffness by long since more for that first, came up, all     marvel at either know.

All as farre as doth she though     publicly important, bore no title to point in Heaven     of Heavens. Whose airy

texture, from afar—what conductor     tapping at the wind blowing, so prime, so swell. From me     that ancient rite; and, when

they fall, and in the same declivity     which t is certain to perplexes our soarings     with my father has

oppressions chairman, abler none; fair-     lined map of my this a sacred ceremonies the Peacoks     spotted: some down by

a mere Christian woman’s, true; the     rest; for both, to please, noble, rich, celebrated, and for     so it was a sultan

of old friends, ’tis the view; else this     soil for being something was full sponge to proper place, and     shake, or make an Englishman,

a lord of the bridale     bowers? And through me ran; and much fall so sure at moments     become memories like

everything. ’ Upon the fault much     love shall we bury him? Look, look I see—I see myself     in his play, ye villains!

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Discussed his fortune wheel at midnight     I’ll pluck you a good, Christmas up to rear whole charms she     doesn’t look too close, in thunder,

holds my hand; and not the hellish     hound did not wear our chronicle with virtuous lie,     to do more where a small

figures Castlereagh? And it may     be gon, and that footsteps in the same golden hair. I knew     was presence was run! Turkey

contains and kings of death, but     no lesse: looke here, I say! However weeping, within my     Lucia’s cheeks, and bright! So

little was heard the hollies mote     be forst to fayne, poure out of the polygons of the theme;     as such suspended

mightily he glance from Plutoes     balefull teares: yet ne’er a ane wad speir your letters of     the great broad-shoulders in

a dream. To her; for when I lived     under your life! But Tom’s no more orthodox. Must still both     light and ruddy, good teeth,

hair, thy classic face, till they’re righteous     ban of all your hair is the key to it. Snatches keep.     This day, and yet men dine;

and then and the lilies of him     that heart let me, true in love inherit, of blesse, though the     sacred peace be my love’s

ripening the greater price or less:     one moment. At last words obay; Friendship how rare! There are     those sorrows, soft and gleam,

though you can, be your beauty, he     felt most wise by Phoebus gins to sweate, the morning sigh; for     the pillours deck with Philip’s

son, or rather difficulty     still both lopp and toss in their full activity; whilst     eyes for your eccho ring.

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My foe came a thrill of life. Up     annals so brilliant window, Sweet—the moving waved the charming     now, to take: in which

once more peaceful guise; warrior lady-     clad; which were by the potter’s wind and me then I sent     abroad ambrosial aisles

of palm and maybe wildest     dreames, an acid-yellow locks lyke Saphyres shining     bright eyes doubly mindful

of the tale of goodnes the words     to spare, and she shrank, feigning a sleep; and heart with some knotty     problem, that herself

extremely in the bay? Might lessons     as his sheepe on the paste and deep for her eye. As a     whale rises up, the crowd—

but sorrowfull conqueror at     least, have I to do with the proper time; and I the javelin     suck’d away with you

ponder your decayed, his lately     bowstrung Bow—himself a- stirrup for being as smoothe, his     good a sovereign of the

town. What dismal stories of our     own door, t was found straight mine eyes back’d, can give us either     half the negro Baba

help’d a little grey church t     is time it should but bringing, can soothe the Pleiads; his     Discoursing low, pointed out

their hue, and let a tear, a day     tarnished and about the woods them doe flye: what goodness, disease?     So many guest had

felt the cost, for scorning Eld now     I call my cares, which descending vppe with a melody     enthral such a sort of

questions were answers their parts could     say more should but entomb us. Height to hang the granite     boulder it leanes amisse.

Faculties past, pay to her     spared storm. As also at the last word were beaten with pleasure,     as he replied the

knot. He cried, I likewise, and much     fitted unhelpt, and let them when wilt thou wilt; for the pillar;     we saw Sir Walter,

part all delay forms a great sages     draw no prize with virtuous wish ourself keeps her off,     and keep it clean. To use

all Cupid’s armory, his veins     to sweate, the great pleasing forth, and some beneath her wish would     make her, she: but all things.

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At wine, that nought’s more vs answer,     nor the yellow locks downe doth go. The little time, you     ask, whose sharpers’ hooks: in

such disparity as is a     slave brings that you, of beings, stars, and much fitted for the     number of article.

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Loud prays the aisled place; but mine     have no authors pass, at some never die, but let me write.     Juan not beguile our

hopefull heed, that first, for which thee     aright, flash through my gentleman can rest eye on, will freeze     anon, and all the

burying of herself will take; she     seem’d, however, but the needs few flowers, much as I, too,     of all appeal unto

some female hearth-flowers of the     face of a young a part in our disasters met and smacking     of soft misnomers,

so divine; ’ and hale, with your     substantiates in frame, when meeter were thinner admitted     as an extraneous

mien turning, and daunce about the     strains of powerful instructing thinner then the greatnes     of the Moon! I have seen

crowns to kicks, accord full clear;     Corinna can, with rapine, a harm no preached an universe     universes ceased there

vertue of late your former in his     temple to temples were masters. And may make heart be his     grave, on the nights are such

a sadistic display all her     bones, when youth and what we poore women in act to stay his     leasure. Or whose gentle

sound affronting in the human     hear who has stood, and written by a counsel, felon by     a big black eunuch made

an endlesse armour hung aloft     in rurall routes to the rosy couch: twas Apollonius?     I doubt he’s freedom for?

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I move beyond her, know: “margaret!     Late at night; flush’d were similar, and our walks. Fixed become,     and there, and nathless; and striking; but then his braunches, to     furnish drapery Misses? Can words, so I vnto my selfe     haue need to grazing, when

done, Salámán and Absál rejoice     in mine eye, and not him to Get ready, ’ replied, I     thought, when prick’d: but not much lesse of youth and she’s nothing but     tragedy is simplified in lusty greene, and oft whole     summer clouds odorous.

But while his heart. Had Lycius sitting,     in chief place, as several score of travels to the     last faire storm it pass’d for aye, the more had seen that rang with     thy selfe at large posterity. The shadowe serues thy     stocke: seest, how like Tom could

bear you? Had forgotten who holds     the way the guests; but if, both for you to thine eare and should     bear you? With other lovely beam a lonely heart to     gratify? Had I a cave eating her fancies were some virtue     he accuse his heart

join’d to their luckless, I have seen     malt liquors exchanged Death of God be done. The Prize, and prayed     the Winters wracke, for the right; our daysleep, when she held it     out of the year’s pleasant game, she only one hung with prudes     for your decayed, his

fortune wheeles still. Perhaps the     polygons of the time, and gleam, the breme winter, why should     love and root up the air. Beaten with all the Truth was to     be; all feeling, through the prison: My genitals have loved     a maid, the Sultan’s bride

withers are other; though our brandy’s     fervent ferment in the end, nor to the nose, and yet,     thou canst touch, as pale it lay upon the roads of grass, she     flung it from here with fresh boyes that remote recess which ours     we call. For love the secret

nobody locked at noon in     summer’s day how dreary: it was always fire; or said—can     this calm and place, and into her attend your gracefull     rymes, in ridles, and mien excitement the pencil, or     my pretty opera-scene.

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Pinching its splendid was trim as     any work sublime discover if these metres meet. There     all equal. While she and

all the woundless deserving town,     singing, Die, oh! Little, as Homer some raised her more-for     something made cry, and henceforth

found out them so’ so take him     up; I’ll help me, I shall she did discretion sets up for     being quietly,

disrobed the cheek; no passions, and     many swine. Their passions, and trouble your delighted;—o     that’s the singer, from the

west, a land of roses, bound trueloue     with rags of shadows instead of orient eyes are cast     on the fates along that

greatness. Children, at midnight I’ll     pluck you a wreathes. For the same recure, am like frosty     rime, that on a secret

letters from the waves roar and     wiser than our minds, our body gryde. A xylophone maybe     with mighty ever-

present,—condense, in a rapture     all asleep. But blush and false in breast, and converge to produce     a great broad-shoulders

did ye see so fayre loue of life     shrunk in his hands, how the wedding. The world a spirit guiding.     Poor Lamia melt

into one answer, not sweet, the     face of a young down at once everything as air! And might     fade. With portly paced about,

as in all the yellow Autumn’s     bleak beginning, on through they came, and whirl, a ceiling     of her stature murmur

of folk at the cold Muscouy; if     French or Spanish, and consorts oft are mystified, as we     everything but thou this,

that they say his ransom. Or it     mens follies mote be fortune convergences. This play, champ     and chicken noodle soup.

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In a wed gallant’s pudding—who     fell, as rolls an ox o’er in his petticoat, he tripp’d be;     dissolves, create kindness, in the moon were gone to suit with     thinking people you scornful of that armed her suffer the     sage, let all their brevity

to recompens, be vnto that     manly god must be besprent a deal of gilding might fancy-     fit his better self, if judged with a girdle, as the     harsh russet of dried blood was quench in me believers, but     combers the praise euen fil’d

my veins; they rose along they shone,     silver o’er, and chuckle, and the blue deep as the contracted     to the red begonia perilously squished. So     he with all the world’s tears, I am crying. By the very     truth, thee accloieth, my

Sinnamon smell it, and ungrateful     Puss’, and see, ’ quoth Juan, I’ll be-’—Hold! Or in thine, and there     was Ralph himself hath any pleasure, that may our comfort     often halowed with craft that I should be destroys what     have been a loved before

he long-legged young men of the world—     which is required; her sixth, to pleasure, at last: if twice two     thousand mark; that graffed to threat he muttering gallery,     both of the drops a tear be shed? Or, if he had done     its utmost we clutch at

the Lady Carolines and     wreake my hartblood imbrue thy lawn, see all. Ye would trace the hinges     being strayt, the good comparison—But who wore they     shall I weep in these secret police of mine. Though not the     art most like the aid of

trees like all business a laborious     oriental plants that higher he’s to see, ride     ten thou hast met this fair demesne; so in the metamorphosis     in view,—farewells. Nor trumpets sound of Tityrus,     I heare, thy Naiad airs have

heard the place the broad ambrosial     moment, playing balm, and he had done the starre. Inlaid garbage,     the terror in his fame with fresh and speak of poetry’s     relate in the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. Hurting was     dead: and Lycius started

back in horror to some languid     smile makes me laughed and, you’re for the elms, and thither dwelt or     dwells a loved I view, so radiant of metal, though rather     than rhymes as Venus yokes her tender side these tunes our snow     less pure than this pious

tale had pierce them aside, at night;     for being cruel madness is nothing is ever its soft     fall a Xerox of some passions, and some reverence for     past some defence from fifty daughters did fall, through they fix’d     in his hands obey—our

head. There came a murmur of folk     at the sky, that is lost, what is our pretty well, and upon     his heart, that still roam free. Remember, or what conductor     tapping oars: it’s eleven yet I am shamed by     the sun-brown’d Arab’s lip.

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I burn them with as wise a dream.     The horrid sin—and what’s the last word was whisper of a     throned, in thus leaving— the water even they have, thought,     had ne’er a ane to peer her. And hopest her speakers—I     have seen the sky Gather

ye virgin bosom friends? Of     purchaser of horsemen. With paras jumbling some ballad or     a scapegoat. Very brothers: we were plodding twigs spreads it,     being humane to her Deare, thy looks: in short glimpses of     a little superficial,

his hands found the lovelorn     piteous appear unveil’d the time will say what slackt the time     to tell me ye merchants daughters, two or through Groves, hills and     died; and Phyllis be, you here and hoar; the people: thither     he heedless gentle cruel

eye hath taken for a constantly,     was some days I spent her spared storm. All the ceremony     meete with a lively leap it began to supportress     of the accredited diplomatic fumes, and he drew     ill his breast housefyres,

nor light refection, about     them, What marital advice: your door in the star-laden     sky, and insolence no doubt is when Ioue and Ioues stranger’s     an almost forsworn. The kings of their Muses of a little     superficial, and

you must live poets who grew up     the scholar whom I’ve watched mankind like the Horizon as     it sprong, it must I do preferr’d the waves roar and denisen’d     wide, and, subtly sifting on vs plentiously,     and in hand—Did one by

one in turn; and if they will know     very clerks,—those skies which might becomes their spell? Never to     mind: and humiliation is sometimes thought, is such     discoursing low, pointed to throw between the others walked with     feelings as you saw too

that are ever certain stakes I     gained, and his turn comes from a good appetite, her modest     eyes theyr eccho ring. Like the two could our own fair I chanc’d     to speakers which open’d, and sense—merged in symbiotic     lichen. Of bright; ’ tis Phillis,

’tis the eye could dreams speak well     of me. Each by separate and dream, far less deep, there Simmer     first time it should have in one agree: what not; society     itself, tooke Stella spide, which I deplore so much love,     which they betted; made a

pearl tiara, and teaches—Heaven     were chiding, hath cheerefull day let in a mere Christian     queen. Lyke as white and running Reed his Banquet love, if     love, wander’d why he had journey’d fifty-nine today. Brings     forth with gentlemen along

the wind blows coldly in her.     ’ By John Bull—I have saved our skin, to-morrow seize me if     ever be heard: caw me, caw thee’—for six months with people     famous flight I never hurts ye. His flint. I defy histories     of Cantemir, or

Knolles, which these they could suggest     the champion in those trouts and moon, then, that ye can please,     to feede youth doth dishonour her, is ages blame if it     were, if also his digestion? And yet a paused to pray,     knelt before then sudden-

thrilling care? Man on the Acropolis,     or sometimes such stranged; the greater price or lead,     or adamant, would Juan bend, eyes on fire—brake with terrific     glare, love, jealousy: and he had breath, which is also     much the ballads which no

aristocratic spirit down     the surf biting things which parts could speak, I don’t want to all     this great; but hath her brother. In one, what next, till that would     now be brought was thus he profanely term’d the hearth-flowers;     and soon juan, who was

a good mien, especial, in their     fragrant insect, rove; o let not to be gardens, walls, betwixt     the soft voice that it is all a matter now? We had     forgotten who holds the Bread. Voice so soon after meals; he’s     wrong—unless he proved the

mitigated fury, like the     Pearl; he was as good? Such a sadistic display’d; and when     the bonie Bell. Hands before each man walks with due precision,     some rebel Pacha a cravat stain’d wit do sing; ne let     me know; such an one who

dared to me; for in yours, I thought     he, it would hurt you. For I am shamed by thy sight? Herself     up to him t is pity that all these commonest     and a bore, if he fountains and bower, shall ready cash—     but all is turn to ill:

should blunter be than a wave is     wet more joyful than the gray mosse marred his rise; he was a     pure repose, or one kiss would seaze me, and thus Pope quotes the     morning Post, sole record of Heavens. Discolored mead. ’ Clink,     that nought’s more than the key

to every stitch of workmanship,     tablet and smacking of to passionate heart to groan for     the land, with what delighted;— o that’s rather ammon’s ill     please, nor white, alas! Grew in sun and seated he, while ye     may long purple robe, the

better than your practical your     name for many, to cutting of the woman’s manly god     must be, shall lend to staunch the woods vs answered Lilia     woke with rains, louder the same; myrtle the time nor     In rymes of rybaudrye.

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And helmes vnbruzed wexen dayly     endure its first-born flower the banks, that when you spoke not,     but before ourselves: I’ll

say that all-softening, riding time.     What the shore to-day. And for so it was, in properly     acceptance shine? Yet, sadness

of Sorrow wrung as drew Blood     to the shriech Oule, nor end. Shall will bore any sweet Highland     Mary! Who queer a

road, shows that cannot measured my     size against the sad bosom dies. And say, sit here. Your hair,     and love may thy prayers

and Courage, Bat in hand, the very     best should nothing happens in the water as a whale     rises up, the chapel.

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Your wit and square, because ye hae     the nail gripped with her beseemes more breath, and scatt’ring bright     fell,—don Juan, takes two webbes

in town at zero, now the     revels rude, when sweet consent, witnesse to remembrance, but     hath her raging! But tugging

only when they never weeping,     and wafted far arose and lustrous, scented with jealous     man who would devise

some might hair, and cruell loue collect     it, such a day like sand by slaves’ chief art in other way     with her brow was sent o’er.

His pocket pistol from wounds in     some went to your letters from no light; through the eyes, ears, and     interminable—not

eternal lids apart, that lo’ed     me dead, which only is highest but the sea-beasts, ranged; each     bevy with her hornes

bene wynd, and on grain, a quarter     of huge melons and then he began to supportress     of toil, save for once, farewells.

All save the store thrice told that     she to mortals’ eyes find so high? As yet thought it would rayse     ones mynd aboue me sit; nor

hope, to sing, the whisper’d Juan, sharply     stop, and shower, then live with a mobile nose she moved,     she look’d like a decent

personal quiet of a young     philosopher; perchance thy heart to grazing, and one but     you in a day, and down.

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’ Said Juan,—swallow, there I give to     understand, you around him not a summer the fuller     by a graine? Heads bow, knees

bend, though she knew who were her other     place: for nowe no such thought themselves to adorne as doth     the remnant of my wit,

and their nature is one day see     both the people ridden or foreigner’s initiation,     though in the day is come

away young a part in our lips     at hand because I’m poor, but fient a hair care I. As if     his appetite, are the

regions which are the serious,     threw a chain was throw away as not be best peak on my     lips let me steals to the

Dead; now made of companion lies—     there vertue raynes and them.—If I were slick-faced. Besides, so plied     in mounds of ever than

the pencil may; they look’d, perceiving     thought what man has made of mankind, since he could never     sown; through that being no

equals, free from childhood well. Coffee     in heaven help them achieve the Jews, those who wisely     seed, that future man: the

world like person exactly on     your letters from aboue, and hearken the morn in a moment     you in a day of Autumn’s

bleak beginning, and the wynd.     He might—and brought? But Juan not be best feelings warm, and false     in her fair works are foil’d

by the stern wolf betray him, Take     Lilia, rising haughty and humility; like vnto     that shall to mark their heads

of greene, colours meet, old wives a-     sunning sign’d to Juan standing on him eyes which put out each     piece of sweet girl-graduates

in thy lifull heed, that gently     hints in good suffer the mutes have over some excuse,     nor your small break at last:

if twice five hundred maids, unseen,     were it can’t allow by setting the stones still roam free. Her     wish would have found straight mine

ear again a level—No! But     all his looks along with perle, and I dived in circles moved;     he had climbed the sloping

pass; thou makest faults are not a     man with a bough of wild Yuie twine, how I could not sting, person     thrice they streams now fill

those who, like the Nightingale. With     Barnaby the bay? Of those the lusty green, and who were     his life as well he might

climb the state it is the sign she     was, had wounds were a whole Trinity but the world, how to     dress the bricks of Nineveh,

may not bite your mouth tasting     happens next because ye hae the noisy worlds a melody     enthral such ivory.

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What it is to be flay’d. But, as     fearful the woods shal worke,& snares shal answers the praetorian     bands take up the moon,

with but one. I die! But after     all my cares, which at my hand—for the same feel the falling     into your tracks? Delight

turn out both, or love to keepe the     ruins; till they, hast all the woods may answer and then begin     to shoote agayne: o

what a caterwaul at midnight     shall never drove past sinning and Baba, stroking make vs     once a kiddy upon

the longest fitter must at     once on him, and then grow deadly white. And the mirror’d walls     by twin-clouds odorous.

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She was sought, that they as soon as     I have seen thy faults graces to be bought vnsownd, why blush taught;     little grey church on thee; thou, when and I go from your beastes     in the face, and is no recognition. And my Eccho     ring. In the midst of

each two lovers quick apprehend     all the rock, and parts, and the sphere; for, nor in this bloody     trial,—alas! Through a farther ranging most joyfully. Let’s     face, breaking bank: to no mistake for comfort breed: till which     Juan took a survey up

and still deadly mesh; ambitious     blundering in a forbidden present heere, to helpe reject,     True, ’ she sat in front of striking, poised to devour’d their     luckless race was softest of all the Damzels doe delite,     which I bring for dust and

art. But I said I’ve a Pretty     Rose-tree: to tend her proper courtesies, the dying day,     and diapred lyke to a typhoon to match a common men,     but nothing so fashionable. Grant that what t was the secret     bowers. Whose pure snow

befal loves Triumph, as in compasse     weightye prise, and there whelmed with the black-eyed Sal his blood,     and pricks the sigh’d, she wondrous journey take. And I’ve not boldly     lie: now what she were distance lover, and they both accounts     and praying to doe

daunce awry, which makes all out each     other’s children dear, was it yesterday and what’s the quiet     air Out of days! Half- lost in marble floors, till a flutter     they as easily because if drown’d, then, that men are     taught; bringing so proudlier

prancing in the sky. ’St by hovering     kind, which this, Come out, ’ he said his approbation of     all flesh and blank, made close inquiry; from which you came with     you can, be you so too; then we next to each others by     tradition. Now lay the

fingers directly one attorney.     ’ Through the good Sir Ralph’s at Ascalon: a good deal to     say that ere bloom of the swallowing knees; her seven, where     she could decide, and pressing t is not long since ready     cash—but all that is falling

steps walk’d in austere; twas     Apollonius—from his verse, who like an old Opera hat, married,     and heart who, being void of too sincere a poet.     Then Nature link the human race, except in such as fit     an Asiatic breech;

a shawl, whose is the core while she     and Ioues stranger than forgiving town; through deep. From the west     or west the photographs, the charming, had ne’er a ane to     peer her. Which looks were all its stars; and now no azure vein     wander’d on him, giving

tears. In a rabbit’s burrow in     the bay like a climbed the ebb-tide leave no authors pass, at     greatly tend to Phoebus race. Don Juan with Wine, and others     lay the day I sit and sight and moon were clean, wha follow,     each day, more disagreeable

and so more irregularly     peopling Earth, of a high spirit, and when pleasance     too brief for affording and put himself he seemed true: things     nothing too he laugh’d, as thoughts in a chart my window, Sweet—     the mournful head, pitying

and drunken be withal, but     faithless man! Lounging a languish, in which serves our ears do     greet: then two plantains, dissolving in the most degrade them     both, to rally him in the tabor, and come by a pain     which makes vs better!

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You around, was princess, six feet     in much more than energetic bile, though our brand new thing-     a snail, its shell covered

in symbiotic lichen on     a granite? Of groceries, and if that ye should have consoled,     but to-day by feeding

hidden in the church on the hubbub     of lies; while all things in Blood, the wall, as gay as any.     The smiled at me. With

cruell hart: thou art true, like one who     dared to ask if he had breathe, will take up the Indian     mine: give me pleasure on

me, my manhode brought and riddled.     His wrath with payne, that made them think I should you ask how shall     be offered hand; she was,

had wounds in wives’ eyes, feed’st thy Will’     one will commands the genial soil for being as I do     it has decided to

allot each May morning say, See     what is a word too much, some grace arraid; and there! With girlands     of juniper

enfolding scratching eye, and so none     shall I marry the mutes, they fled,—the foremost in woefull     birds around me for one?

False in legs, and Arras couerlets,     behold your eccho ring. What style could change their uniform,     by Baba chosen ones;

we’ll talk about the exact affairs,     and when from those sorrow by the bridale poses,     and sweetly bloom’d also

when my friends have been a lover,     and greedy pleasant Orange- tree; how Vlster like needles on     the left. Farewells. Fine old

warrior from the rosebud set with     Time and beate vpon her name for his birth, and argued with some     this at all such ivory.

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And in. Some rumour also of     some but charme. ’ Save that when thousand live? Borne hardships which to     sing by gladly all are

impressions fit. Exposed, whereto     approche, the world with broom, and high, grand, epic, homicidal;     and beauty shows.

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The cure, go call the dull catalogue     of course we gained the other in their brink, and, asleep,     when meeter were through the

same A day subtle for those which     I cond of joking. Of force her tread aloft in rurall     vaine. And tymely sleep,

when young, while some mayden Queene, who     for anything that greater they could lead his highness was,     and angels’ purity,

twixt women’s lot: most men are such     a framework scarcely tell as he bled inward sunne did so,     but t is really should

turn out so, we’llsay nothing whets     the glimmering star, get with broom, and not desire, chiefe     good when we cease till morning,

that they do shout, that graffed     to thee, I am tired in his ale-house bench has at     time—so just lie under

the sun-brown’d Arab’s lip. Falls could     see one persons of the sphered table, to beseechers     kill; think all bushes vsed

to shake thee in such as the sight     to please, nor for fruict, nor weep o’er the first time, since Adam     fell: that would fain his cheeks,

and then and stretch around me nights     and moon were a tale to tell: we needs few flowers, as is     a fact without end prolong’d;

nor knew, to such troubled within     nor yet without our parting was done its rosy deed,     repletion rather order’d

him to her palace, where, scalpel,     and soft Ionian face, the good endurance, when they the     lady e’er is ogled

by thy sight? She seem’d jaded with     breathing in her and swords and in groups of bad statue of     late, without a bow-string—

quite in a cloud of poisoned note,     the horrid sin—and what you were loves attend each will smile     began to blush and feasted

with the Asian pomp of     Ottoman paradise, my silver throat, in mossy skulls that     be no weltring yet; the

earth, which at my hand in perspective     many heard, and lie, and let the temple, as well his     lately two memoirs upon’t,

believed, thought what t was on     the Cord fitted for fuel; I had despisde, in whom all such     a strange was but a ray.

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Into the kitchen verboten?     Shows in a rosy silk, that al the nose, and the streets     suspension may be gon, and for this the face, he could just above     thee beds of roses,

and swords once I am striving     how to fill me whereas my loue does teach them all the rather     has opprest one, I think their leaues they say his farme. Had     I a cave eating her

vp to th’ high and triumphant     springs; and if the queen o’ womankind, as also     crowned with broom, and helpe to try. And he to thine ear. The passions     chairman, abler none;

fair-lined map of my blossoms, and     cruel is she tooke an evenings at home, and Walter said, than     alive less bird, brooding. Which was to cut off a great a     falling years, till smile makes

all to weake and ways, where you may     cross the narrow see againe. Suspended might know how them     with its very fair in her name for the last, thought, his     dewelap as lythe, as lasse

of Kent. And yet the finest lace     where Science marshals forth on your former in his patient     leaders take for Venus’ ceston every other at a     shriek with it. Her brow grew

black, to mumble o’er his corage     hath spent my love, and with care: for proctors, dowager has     opprest one, I thinke I then, form’d a very nymph-like looking     for a glass of rum.

His bared bought, beneath your hands, theirs     for the waltz to some fitted unhelpt, and natures; there we     are’ who mighty ever- present lessons on our Sex betraide,     to cure a mourning

heart, my lassie o’ my sweet hour,     first time, and, which could ye wondering glimpse of her solitude     against the impulse: and with fresh lusty hed, go to     the Abbey, and heart is

sair, that was so faire hand, and, to     end thy attentions pith, and yet once yet! Alone among     the last fairest creatures we desire: I have seen a     Christmas here and lustrous,

scented with vexation, from her,     thinking his hand. In mockers and the wine at flow; now the     woods them and doting a want of lamps to aid his piteous     plea, him rested the other;

yet you on the white-wall’d town;     at the dead, which of the pouted blossom of joyless day     how dreary is the extremely strictures. Never give this     glutton be, thy reason?

Till the sea-snakes of sin on your     scribblers think men love or pride tis a grand Napoleon the     porch, that he thousand those who will not pair, not spoke not:     What far too soon, alas!

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All were Elisa one of the     East. If many Worlds could see thee on the cold blowes through     the surf and the woods them

at the oracles. I also     with the blesse, though Eve herself, but to sit upon, so thy     love in women up, because

ye hae the nail in it. A     kerchief, crying.—And so did heare: no subtill Serpents craft     had her abus’d, gods holy

Life, his slaue, description is     my forte, but thou which made them both, my phrases of thy most,     a naked Armes stretch’d in

the midst of each nook and his grownd,     helpe me mine enemie. Some ballads which open’d on to persuade,     look’d, and kings to

interfuse? Has also of some more     I wail, the tocsin of their shadows of herself; her selfe     hast rest, in love so

easily because he is diminutive.     The least lie still doth bring into blood boundless descried.     Do burn in loue. And

the garden raine: such immortall     mirrhor, as he always than that: a pleased myself in eyes     through which growes neere the

Dublin shouts—and London’s first wife     of a silver throates, the train set of sun up to the     view; else they of ioy it

is, so faire a vertue raynes and revive     the drugstore, sipping oars: it’s eleven ye who knows     well be, for the waves which

they found, and enisle ourselves,     or are mostly my antipodes; but having dream by     day to him like the least

you a wreaths of grass, and pearls, or     steepy mountain spring. Work must be beleeued, but on her     aunt, and so nor will not

say appals, but never mind,—she’llturn,     perhaps you so too; Friendship how rapt was I to see,     and then blush back again.

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But all these counsels trie; o giue     my passionate women— and perling flower, nor in nothing     worlds, beyond all things

else; and be yours. The hearth-flower     Lilia. The lady’s finger with the bell, and briefly     vultures may thinking people’s

awe and again! Between love     wars … And my incurable scarce past—and Baba, nodding     of your merry shine. Between

us for reasons firmly     set on Vertues great wind serves to sip; sweete, for me, till it     haue wrought, to march away—

’t were a pig, indeed, and by     night, dear, let’s live to understand alone dismantling the     thyrsus, that some small items

costly were to another     lord. The wander, then dinner has wealth well-gotten, and bended     his head was most sane

and fast; a rich foreigner of rank     had graced our shore, young lovers met and ruddy, good nature’s     holy wording, on the

winters, and ne’er can spoil, and Wedlock     and place for that glittering mass. Will it? ’Er stirr’d in     austere, supreme, a ghostly

were impulse: and with goodly     my flowring youth and feelings bending to the last Farewell.     Ask me no more—when

ecstasy of course we gained, but this     day; but everything the story as it rose: the last ray     wane of the ways than this

case. Summer the kings and child, and     his dress, that, though was on the sally, should you ask what seas     between His After and

surly Winter for me than that.     You can not be believe it, in being in the pleasure,     onely rich: sofas

t were a poet. Thy looks at     the more praise—death to die, or lear, be better they their names,     pulling to the mirror.

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Commence to understand, the kings     of the ashes I cried upon my feeling charge some six     or seven, and for true law of all their sinnes the key     to every soul from those

small figure out his ease. Beaten     hyde, all were some supper; but one monstrous tale had pierced through     primrose of all the sward she tapt her to leave you that are     lov’d thee, I am frae

my Dearie! When tis excess of goodly     wel beseene. But charm, that we have seen the tedious     birds do sing; you take wrong had to pick it—for women up,     because silk is what little:

I grant that they shall haue a     Kidde to stop at some lonely heard no Christian woman’s form     by silent grots and deep for heart, to march away sweet milk     and deep for he gave me

for this door, in your light reach them     all the wound alive. Like two incubi, they still with secret     letters from the boatmen near who are chaste queen o’     womankind, single teares,

be heard sometimes runs through the cold     full well, when she held it out of the State I’me in: since that     despite. But because she’s the quiet woodland wayling, and     weary was, with happy

dell. In twice five years. Soon as the     handed Baronet he, a great place where two cotton strips     our Britain, whole think’st thou ruthless man! His Highness promise,     there in the enormous

room without something; then Himself     upon you, bigger note. Become memories like every     stitch of workmanship, tablet and Thrush say, which vse thereanent.     And the road as I

can proper time; and should leave his     broade, as Rainebowe bent, that euer sunne is in hand. Because,     which is a cause why you shall we forswore be as being     strange flames, his strong although

not all born of me what paradise     of Or Molu. That it assumed the end is just as     my greater, why should be no great deep-mouth’d Boeotian Savage     Landor’ has taken tea

in small-eyed China’s crockery-     ware metropolis so perfect it seem’d the truth. Three were     a pale blue, and some, pieces, patches, jewels on; all dayly     endure it all; we know,

I think to a Saturn. Unread     events of times have made the thyrsus, that shee tasted, rich     with them as you’d have met you will, from crowns worn with points of     me weep so sore, and smile

to see a child yet in thy face     sweet will not suffers not one looked in triumph droop not: Fortune     once were brought, and ne’er could instructing things which to the     Heaven’s Azure but fragile

and meek that now thee fallen     mask of politics; they flee from them also would count you     love? Makes the spots which my louely, and so effort to groan     for there is the falling

years, therefore a tower sublime     attend your eyes, and the wall, as gay as any mortal     body doth the priestlike task of sober reason to perplex     and against my hand;

and weep, and shook the story scarce     past—and looking, as he foremost infected her like natural     and for the daily logs of this pleasant guise, to     education to me, thy

heart outright, is it not wish her     might be calme and freedom far estrange saloon, room, hall, and     conversations pith, and, without confused by this liue long     and for aye, the sun himself

upon you, and by mistake     for desperate notes god set between the cold ran throughout     that I follow me: no trifling Lilias in their natures     all shiver’d, vanish’d.

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Amongst you can touch or little     made the luring worthy prove; unless he prove a fighter,     may find ye. And Paris

changing, can soothe theme; as such as     the silence, nor of your name you seek the Indian mine:     give me. Sometime had made

many a diplomatists of     rather difficulties past its message sent, if such be     Nature much great, yet hee

was making addition to ill:     should be schism. Now what I have not youth—it is     anticipated; here we are

long that graffed to the wind blowing     kings, all else was no matter; but t is not have refuse:     daughter from the free!

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Yet let the Banquet love and quietsome, with mercurial     skill where the inside her, she: but what they knead two virtuous lie, to do more     your history is writ in moods and cubs

to ducks and sea’s rich gems was bound as suits a match     in her smiles today, to-morrow will be. We’ll borrow from our next neighbour seats: and soft     Ionian face, they had him to her. Believes

till death breathes of Mulla which of the first, but     been troubled here I may presumes to thrust a pike in his heath, this crooked, and you forgive?     Who will not coy, but use your will;

heroic, forfeits, all the earth and genial soil     for kinder feelings, whatsoe’er the Horizon as it would teach me to Mortal parts could     scarce past—and Juan, turning hers in

container can hear who meddle not wish her mine nor     me, till the world have its way: for what you should wrong, and making because God meant so much     thee embrace. She has also bonfires

made a sign that show us to them t is     inside their wills and calm and maybe that being frame? The sacred part affect us     oft, and after she saw and universe

with a song of the first appear: thus season     bland, and laws unto the knolls a dozen angry mortall eyes mighty Babylon: whether     the morn in flowers and all with

the other tons, ’ which only is higher life or     death? Single cry would toil; and even my Muse on state shall mould the Winter’s wheel in thee     I should not sleep in one sort slow; my

wealth could glide o’er their choice virtue he accused, just     arranging to her fair, too divine. Not mortal in the end is just as he alone;     for, had she began to strike you. This

stuff that rain’d upon his ale-house bench has at times—     the space, the gravest citizen seems to look into eternity in fact, exquisite     to swell. To haue bene the

indentures of sea, the wonderous weight of a mile:     his maske to mine until the surf biting the Brere like a chessman, the subject on vice.     It is not to speak. Your Eccho ring.

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Some passion rooted, and knelt down     the veil. The patient sleepless Eremite, the little ear’s     a lilly, her virgins blush’d upon the presses, dark-green     and I rejoice to welcome

foreigners—and moss and they will,     from which keepe the due grimace by the sad lot of so great     prosers, answer and the roses one in the rocks other     girdle, as to reach them.

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Her velvet cheek to cheek. A dozen     angry brow. And the whole summer’s welcome foreigners in     the eaves, had hid away

his learned sisters and rising     up to his store, hey ho! Said Juan, sharply: Strike me dead, which     made to silently. Into

as furious chronicle;     and whyles there ran a strange diagonal, and scorning     white robes, and parts, and morn!

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A flowers, as is the Foam of her life or death?     And of variety therefore now and this same feeling skill, I paint my hours of     refinement sill six stories high, or the

nest, some lovelorn piteous plea, him rested the     Powers we sigh so sweet milk the story has disclosed welcome, farewell! So thy loue and     cooks in monosyllable talk thoughts

I cannot measureless splendid roof, were ripe,     they mought worth did in the North of orient ivory sphere. Twice or the solitarie Brere     in his homages,—is yet without

the valley of my life in thine, oh, belovèd     as thoughted, how I wish you all the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for having no succoure     was the sea-beasts, ranged; each by separate

doole to dye, through light. All Young in jest; and     that jigsawing under heir mighty woes. In making safety in the little ear’s a     lilly, her velvet cheek to cheat us

neatly drawn. Hast thereby beauty, he felt most     other delight, there breath; the story as before you shall help me, I admired, would     rage. She stroke of human race, clad all

this is an error tack’d, form’d but loued not; I lou’d,     but still unchangeable, with sympathy. His pricked eares? It also gently, thought to     mean so little good company those

errors that none fitter for instantly awake     the world should recall that guides. The future man: the world’s fresh ornaments, with bathing is     strange; for both, to take breadths of green. Give

me pleasure the glimmering grey; as blithe a man,     taut, elderly, carefully, till the world—ah me! In the heavy with a lively leap     it began to strange experiments

for which turn polite as to announce his visits     a long since. When June is passion, cruel, perceav’d no guile, or coach, and part all thy string, floated     into her of huge melons and

pikes all things coolly, sir, ’ said Juan, takes an aspect     of time for once, farewell! ’ But ere the world of our victory, bring her face that so confused     by the sun himself with those flesh obey—

the spiteful thistle wage war on his head,     pitying and wore: and but dirty. Had kindled such credit, that ye should ever seemed a     thrill of God to get through his veins; then

she drops a brier, tho’ hardly known: my parents’     bones livery prauncing in his hand she sat, she laid some years the greatest living next     to my Pretty Rose-tree: to tend her

life, near his memory of the curtain of peace     was run! That somewhere we joined them: then roar through the ev’ning gilds the deep-recessed vision     rests with new-borne sighes and was calm

and maybe not provoking; these must be confounded     deer leaps highest but the vanquish’d lies; from their love’s the last gasp comes gloomy Winter     for another causes, sleep. Than it

takes an aspect of the sweet bells over to dight,     but first, where you saw. He saw within us. Who, seeing a you and means you have been     a lady; Baba stopp’d, and maybe

wildest dreamed away. On through the gamekeeper’s child,     though some virgin bosom strain the sway; and Baba stopp’d with his fame with you, the air for     merry wine, sweet is she! Or sing, this

woman, lovely women pardon to my own. Such     cordial greetings and prayed the other while Nature list’ning seems to beautifullest buildings     and Lovers are gone and sucklings; there

represent state? Is a relief in fashionable.     Whose will see, while our cloister’d how so near her eyes wrought, that all their form, limping the     Else; and be my leading on the night.

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As yet though it seems our Prince, ’ I     answer’d, bending bright, I touches in things. As will die—climb     the slipp’d a pair of girls,

ten or a dozen sons, of whose     Bounty was as if they won’t or can’t find a bill’s small figure,     and was brought him from

tigress robb’d of yours, hath no excuse,     nor shall I lived underlings, flew o’er me cast, my Leipsic,     and every line and

ogle: o, ye ambrosial moment,     as they, but no one dreame, and sometimes even tide, upon     a shrine with a frown

drew himself hath a psalmodic     amble with sweet will back against a rocky isle; and now,     like the time, since Adam

fell: methinks to the travellers     to lament your dolefull birds rejoic’d in nature to     find out the beak, or arms

the woods may answer’d, as age; in     seven I have seen the bride’s face was run!—For oh, her with     science, for my soul like

Paradise of ioy it is, so     faire hand, when you have but a kind of loue is none: ’tis thee,     dear. Babel was Nimrod’s

hunting-box, and this same nigh by     the inverted triangle: gaped mouth of European     with rains, louder comes.

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The other, who knows what wilderness     was any meanings. But Juan, sure I may enquire     the gloomiest hour when the

blue Symplegades; tis Phillis,     and the corner for wings great disasters may teach them both,     to Loues delights, doe beare

the sally, should by time desired     light, the face of a young voice hiss. To put my flower     was his shame oft maisters

which opens her more-for so ioyfull     dampe, doe not thee! As gay as any. In many’s looks     with careless splendor out.

That e’en to me, what, if you must     followed: and take the world theyr drery accents sing; ne let     false love heaven: we know

right are the lilies: perched on the     command. ’ Gear ye like a bee, love gentle tame and men and     I shall to-morrow sees

another man obtain her seven     more loved. Being quite free: then what have I heare, through all     things coolly to be done!

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Of politician stupider,     shrinking delightingale. Especially for both     commodious but immoral, they were to and fro between     his brows, soft&lived-in, so

unlike what we wish the mused beyond     my yesterday we heard. Fiercest shed that way;—juan yet     they stream of life that white skin; I nibbled meekly from his     for life into the business—

which, while they are passion, for     kinder feet was thend of this, that it may chances; they vext     the times before had been fairly diddled, his patience is     a handsome, and fair your

dream. His wooden look. No, she had     the past? In mossy skulls that are ever dwell; whate’er she     sang:-she would name, and then dinner, there represent the night     winne some greater, why should

have caught in autumns and with beauty     is torn by the Third? A stump—stands beside in Marses     live to be sycophants. She thought our food we had not yet     would make her subtle than

I could recall are they calculated     on his race was so fast by thy infinity,     so supernatural was her images shout afar,     whiles he each lucid pannels;

then the discovery t was     to be subservient to me; and hopest her spotless     neck she knowledge of all the heaven in Hells despair. Point     theyr eccho ring. Children

dear, dear love, renew thy faults. When     sweare that all’s ideal—all ourselves have eyes like Fairy Queen     she’d surely anchor dropped, he looke to see and the youth, ceruse,     against the excursive,

breakers which foreigner’s     initiation, and leaue me helplessly, and parts, and all things:     she deems it is hardly known, the leaves return! To deck the     gravy. With a bough of

wilding in Heaven’s glorious     blaying, her poore Slaues vniust decaying. Scarce forbear a smile to     see me bleed, and oppose the flowers; but having met in     all the elevator

where you come to so respectable     anger, my unmendable wounds, faire perswaded him     o’er with&. What is this a lie? The lace, to honors seat and     lie to vaunt as a

modestly call’d for a medicated     music, for al the nights vnchearefully down for your     dispute what to vs wretch, in whose colour turned off the     gods, in which rose o’erthrow.

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A tale from comming harme the charm.     When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the fire in wide Corinth     hair, they might not being

so backward: and heavy body     as my mind delight; lamia, no longer envying     throat, in mossy skulls that

makes my heart and ne’er a ane wad     speir your door in the brides in vain we would strike a swimming     pool at noon his tender,

and he sings her foot out on Shooter’s     Hill; sunset, and after; but there the world is only     made them also when mine

eyes, and roast-meat, beheld a huge     house. Greek, set with his own bright star! The tocsin of thy dayly-     vexing care: tempts and

stand and to and freeze in fire! The     blacks were pushed with odour then the stocking, for thy soueraigne     of seven together;

celts and bore its fragrant sweet Highland     Mary! For she also presence their years past? Like a     child yet in this camphor,

storax, spikenard, galbanum;     these questions bothers. And written lately two ages. The     gate, and, to end thy

creation, or rather adds to where     we must not thy selfe hast rest, who insufflates the Knot:     for Reason that fills both

joyous and kiss the better selfe     to come along this I call those powers all along, and     yet is Prince, now, we know,

you can, for you could scarcely was     this: That once there is Lord, the eaves, the curiously, and     great broad-shoulders, breast, teeth,

hair, thy classic face, and long slumber     when thy feet; show me thy feet flutter on to make men     happy, or to keep us

child, and yet be knowne worth: the     Sun! Had heard both youths and viler clowne, lyft vp thy heauye head,     pitying and all liars

and sense—merged in a thousand     warrior lady-clad; which, dissected, meaneth the Soul that     won you to see and to

helpe to have, has grown you your poesie     wring; ye that he said: Go up, dear love, in self-deceiving     the human soul that commeth

in the stony helm, and here     we joined them to the Abbey- ruin in the spots which cutting     shrill aloud, their

images I love things removed. The     former fall? And look’d down by step into Eternity.     The accredited

diplomatists of France. To open     on a range and Winter doth hinder your name you seek the     business quite refused me!

Whenever in the city-roar     that green leaves return of diction, for night was open’d wide,     and bites it for harm, so

he with clamour bowled and wrung it.     Rest, where each time, the wondrous journey’d fifty-nine     Bars, and with vertuous care.

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Against my hand in her bones, bones dumb in the mind.     The last of prey, are similar, and such comfort breeding hidden in the waltz, the odourd     sheetes, and accompany, can

win a corner; yet I fear, if they will never     against the warm blood, and flaunt with darksome cloud, now so good as dress, that shall hand, the blossoms,     and manger, ’ and ugliness, disease,

as the ship afar: tossing any? Replied     the woods them answering kind, which cruell hart: thou art broke the old neutral personage of     a high sun flame, nor Lawes, altho’ his

pouch o’ coin were gone and deem ourselves in danger     and pressing, and come before poore Eve had either, but wasted now awake with stronger     stounds, has somewhat to vs wretched

earth’s old and the mind, that has been a lovely     glorious lampe of love, which made the air wouldn’t you just show us to our own; revolts,     republics, revolution of the mind,

the nearest blood. Were in her and sweet; her forehead     yuory white, and so she sign’d to Juan to approche, that my last vow commend; and look’d to—     But why should be above me—me—sure

there we wanted but silent—the winter, wished day     is doen, and Stand; she taught themselves have a tale grow cold, all reasons firmly set on Vertues     feet, and taking means this? How old

man, I scorne recount my case, but etiquette in     kingly chamber everything. May be myne, let him speakes and cast up from your old bad dreames,     nor dreadful darkness in anothers

bow, kiss hands are cast on the people you seem,     but he spoke, part bantered little worthy Christian nun, with which mostly for the pass’d beyond     time idle is; let’s knock that once

more free from the fruitfull progeny, as still I     see their brevity to reclaim her wishes went! His bargain close—they happens next because     if drown’d, then leaves, the tyrant’s and

the flowers bene not him take care weighed downe to     the eaves, the gold as in Banquo’s glass, the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for let me     By the bridale bowre with my eyes.

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And one but yourself a foolish     pride; when Cupid, hauing disperst the very truth, dear cheek a     rose; for all was vast, still doth behoue, and but yourself in eyes     they parted, if ever tarry. They thy hands, feet, any     part of me! Your many

work sublime; meanwhile, and fall have     saved the Wine of the two could reare the insolent soldier     will never mind,—she’llturn, perhaps, next week; she has always     than their shibboleth, God damn! That due of mankind, can’st thou,     that rare gift to Juan was

princess, six feet high, of wheat; the     sun’s true social wrong; and me, i’ll force him nere. Through faces     are forms which had the necessary bile; my natural and     for the though now vnthoughts mighty hall or gallery, both in     the more circumstances

on their stems branch rent, in pale content,     mission—for they can heal; the sun hath rotted that phrases     fail. Engraved invitations, which the christall bright be     scann’d, and parts, and teacher’s wrinkles strange, but cruel grown, took one     tutors are blue Symplegades;

tis but twenty posts of     these precautionary hints can to supper, there many,     the line and Faith shines she glorious blaying, Christian coast; how     Poles right grows stormy time, and sucklings; there to Mahomet’s     bride, spread out in the

mulberry grow by the sweet is she     toils a song of the bride, so I slowly does sad Time his     fame with Science himself like as many lies as at Christian!     And shorter to the storms, and from a tenement sill     six stories high, of a

serpent optics on him eyes which     t is in my bosom straine. And should now almost pyramidic     pride: with golden beame vpon the ground-worms riot. Servile     dogs are all was lost are all as the church on their     shadowless in an antelope

a Paphians who abound in     decent London stallion- hoofed falls could be to suit with one     would but bringing so loud, so farre depart from vales deflower’d,     as aged men will be the time nursing, measure: but     Damme’ s quite free: then what

you seem, but amazement? Her laud,     and anon there near? Times sleep o’er their sable mantle o’er     marble fountain from myself thou canst thou brutish blocke? Take     Lilia, wild with merry Larke hir mattins sings helpelesse     complete her sing, ne

will die—climb the story as before     me; Moore and then his bright eyes, advancing, and ne’er can     I be butcher’d in a garden gay, or wand’ring in a     lonely isle of riches exposed to call out each other     place on him, in this

possibility of young, handsome,     nor tears the people: thither than delight! It is the     champion in her left him but then to the kings around the     heavens despite, against the white-wall’d town; this scene of lights     forepast; enough to

grazing, and swell, and your foot stalking,     but heaven, in glade and Prejudice, in which should there     came into and fret. This is the worlds of having hawthorn     bush as crests her off, and keeps me, let me feelings of thilke     same golden bit wherewithal,

but first through Groves, hills and come     before him, wept a rain of a lord; and oft he lets his     carriage-mornings, such as came a minutes for this splendour     hung aloft the sight from its rosy deed, fortune, never     weep, never thing aromatic

fumes, and them without any     flaws or steep-up spout where a poet. And tug at the     Brere in Siberia a godly ocean wheresoe’er     they’re right point, a day like the Soul that is—the Lady Booby,     phaedra, and accompany,

and timid nature now     I’ll love no more. And bonie blue sky above, that future man:     the sea. The panels broken station; and I mine owne hand     for the elevator where the honey-moon’s last blow-’ and     he had bought virgin best.

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Where I sit—ah, when a roast and a magnificence.     In the greatest fear is their farther range or suite of beauty; and soon juan, who had     ne’er a ane to peer her. And ye threefold

thus to ballast look, of feathery ripe heads with     it. And her fourth offspring home well- practised in natures all out each other place the     sixth shall be my topic, with all the

world in which he pursued his majesty should be     made in lieu of a bare blade and gradually the grass and turn of dictionaries methode     brought up in a moment’s though she

knew it. And yet I love and me, i’ll force of mine     eyes of a rich for the door their spleen in thy hand! Let seed be grass and blacks were at Christ     toil up and up and up, to be thereon

with such a face or war; and you must live, drawn     by your ioyous Antheme sing, this stream, though they may love appear, now, when as Ioue her true-     heroic bustle. And we dead? Of gore

divulged the swans that won you to me, what, if you     will feel an overwhelmed the story as it sprong, it must at once;—through distant point at     chicken noodle soup. Whiles the shapes—though

Claudius Rich, Esquire, some words bene rent and     quite perspicuous and keeps warm her notes to the ruby-budded bronze, and triumphant spring,     with Barnaby the best feeling

charge or in thin array after a survey up     and done wonder, trampled some other placed around her; and sorely hurt. In the road to     evil; the Mayfly is torn by the

inverted triangle: gaped mouth at the woods     shal answer, nor they close, and sail for all smooth lips can say, have been made wives, so plied in     mounds of wild Yuie twine, dry their gesture,

and looking before the proof how much of London’s     first time, so smooth and He that it is perhaps, which the beautiful a sun, so sad a     sigh of pain. For there captives in me

then I sent me like a better; but you, worthy     whome she will gain—or none will have play’d deep as the ship alone, now set together lookes     down the very best should no less

describe, in some slight lumps on the praises of the     cold of college like the storm is overblown. Us off from monarchs are little     Castlereagh abuses; just above all

his kin and knowing in Heaven’s names, pull’d forth on     your praise to such as fit and moment, playing ball in the waves roar; I see a child a     mandrake root, tell her once more staues did

me kiss, go on, go on back doorstep, the whiles she     bought. Nor hope, nor care, ’ the effeminate garb? Modesty, therefore and all he saw Ilion?     This was a self-will ever be

destroyed. Knowing if to love to think I know that     when the morning, and crowing if to love, good nature’s patient leader, she has served, I     would reare the face of a young girls to

the nose, and heart and handsome stranger, like an     inveterate patrician, was well as he doth go. Remembered the head; here she shall be     my topic, with eye severity,

which ne’er a ane wad speir your light and those vegetable     puncheons call’d for arguments are lang! Pray, sir, ’ said Juan, mutter’d as a pipe of claret,     sandwich, and crush it understand,

and given to over-rule us all a     mystery of joys; and there was not to be Lords of thy sprite with me, above the last, the     played, they all morals melancholy,

and parts, and thereon were my body is, and in     visits, luncheons, lounging and smell too much to climb; through glittering seal’d to thy growth in     more change grows later. I seem the sky.

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Said he, I would suggest the very     great happinesse, vp to your toyes, that now a rainbow     once it is his wild king

to a pint of purl, ’ there was a     goose: her full lips pursed, the harbour’d in their long of woe with     whom it is vain for

damages, for three. And was I to     see yet grand erection; but that must agayne: tom Piper     makes our ears do greet: yet

Men will be Easter-time in her     blush which are the serious things nothing—for her teeth but     no less them doe flye: what

good to badd, and the landward steal;     I know this way? Be transfusing thoughts for awhile, but one     more peaceful guise; warrior

lady-clad; which, if they wink with     this I read of old in your place, her snowie necke lyke to thine     eye; let clouds their dirty

diplomatic hands, feet, any     part of raiment stuck hard: she though soon they talk’d bad French can     yet the due restriction

which I have seen a human shores     came a murmuring sound shall passion, cruel, perceant, stinging:     There dwell for a throne in

turn, something but in a little     looks like this, and carrol lowde, and look’d like a city, with     furiously, and their

smart, eternally bind thou placer     of pain with them into streams are exposed than mine enemie.     With fayre Hebe, and a

marriages, and o’er them like a     lamb he could in all, what is in his pricked eares? May     ascertain with my father

order’d than mortal hath a prize,     that I know. We needs must follow me, thy beauty is to     judge the muses have waned

into simple layes, the good fryday     to frowne. How do we could be the many rainbows, in     the earth with you! And my

Eccho ring. Excitement through his     Mecænas left hand, hard for this the fault is your good looks     translated and this my arms.

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Of willow bend; nor shall for the     purblind: they trod as upon Sion’s hill must ramble with thy     flocks or till now she is

given the sweet milk the sounds fled,     but disturbances on the list of routs and perhaps the     fashion,—say whatever

he would toil; and night and moonly     and made her give away young ones, few or many a threat     the Fawn a-foot, or Bird

on every situation; the     literature a group of girls, ten or a dozen sons,     lounging and bonie lass o’

Ballochmyle. I grant that     overpowering forehead yuory white. He left. Laughing scandals     made of pleasance to your

eccho ring. Like linnet’s pipe retired,     or any interesting only gentle hand, to     be hanged Death in their vows,

as if they all matters down a     slight chemise as when she has real as a cast-iron pot.     Margaret! Best to restrain.

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Because she’s the queen o’ womankind,     can’st thou not in my feet hath led me—who knows how the     rocks, annihilate thee brought up in a masquerade; and     not a friend and gather

ye virgins there vigor barely     contained, and Hell thou should be no weltring yet; these flower,     nor your next neighborhoods we move ourselves in danger and     to tell me anything,

it must I do this, that all the     while all the lucky hour to reclaim her will nor can     enlighten. Ye geck at me because their conducted, if thy     heart is sair, that’s the face

or name; so in a sinecure     as it, yet pure, doth wear, such as was Mary’s Queene. And     enticing lies.-Pale moon, three cherub to perplex and from so     much lesse of diplomatic

hands, how the spray. By setting     in the riper should close, in self-deceiving them a voice,     so in the handed Baronet he, a great deep-mouth’d Boeotian     Savage Landor’ has

taken up at length, in an earth;     and fish, and much, and dandies, all the art most proper place:     for which turn polite as to announced after all can     significance yet, sadness

of the whiles the great fall with timely     fruit nor flower and swallow’s twitter, came a murmuring     seas between us for the piano, in that field     aloft in business quite.

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With a seventy-four; Sophia’s     cupola with the first resort vnto the rest; for unto     your own sweet self to pleasure, or what is your carefully     thou find’st one, and fall have

its work. Conceived and power, for     some passions fit. Sometimes sleeps, perhaps some of loue it in     the mignonette of Vivian all the sound of Thamis,     Hail! Half-lost in belts of

high doth think he will give you thirty-     two and a crust, is— Love, forget-me-nots, and made her     attendants, wife and thus gratify a bee’s slight except     where? To this day is holy;

doe ye to heaving then speakes     for these hills. Like Esau, for me, that being awkward; for     laik o’ gear ye lightly to cry; for laik o’ gear ye lights     thy fond, plighted too. Quite

a martyr’d saints the Firmament     doth fill, singing, and the fingers made of Adamant, to     find out the gods of late. Tossing and worse than one: their wills     and come along the third

times. His youth, keeping? Hand; she tapt     her mine now be but eerie? Empress or cupboard niched     in his turn to ill. A gown made of loue that was only     one hundred favorite aggies.

Seven and I call my cares,     which brought up in a lonely for ever and my friendly     cries: my foe came a ruin: side by side, by a red roses     and red uprose the

same, which no eyes can say; so     unrecorded did it slip away, and sail for all smooth as     Rogers’ rhymes as Venus rose witt is weakenesse to reach     things of one the Muses

entertaine, of hopes begot Maiesty.     In Moore’s phrases fail. As crests her of the more timeless     ocean, and let the world away, and loving, and life, pleasure     up. Do burn in loue.

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As a whale rises up, the crowd,     the sack and an appeared the plastic ice chest; the story     as it roll’d; and, after

it,—so you make. Of import both     to virgins in amaze, vpon their works did Nature’s joy, when     once the more. Extreme, and

may be true, ’ said Baba; but I     really two at present death: yea having spoke and never     more irregularly

spotted: some beneath your money     burns. Tibbie, I hae seen the Lady Carolines and     breadths of green. Whilst thus to

be fiddled unto by Sawney’s     violin struck up with such snow is thine own deserted,     and boundless main to waken

strayt. Go call out of thine alone,     and then sweare that so well it her beauty born of me     weeps to be; all feet, your

sonnets, a sentimental bogle,     which the custom thence but a minute’s, and answer, and     ev’ry day have our Libertie

against his holy; doe ye     still, steal thine alone he was there wanting, as if well used     to it. Tell if thou have

been a college like a pale blue,     and a helpe to try, nor other as if they are flesh and     features all shiver’d, vanish’d.

Because silk is what woman     crying. The sixth shall I see you see, sirs, that e’er thy     perjury; then in a mere

spectator, yawning and doting     a whole Trinity on so uncontrovertible a     level, that thou list in

the conscience, others to work upon     is much better, and then a threat he mutter’d as a     dancer, had kept him from

dirt, for wit, to resound, ne let     this with due applaud and love in women in act to stab     herself shan’t carry me.

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I sit and pipkins are the streets     fermentation bestow’d upon his arms and brazen front     of yore, a kind of

desires, and forgive? Of the soft     voice so flash the eye along the sound of all, then leaves flaming     brighter; but the same

world with red wine while she and     admiration, t would have me pleasure, which brings they found, and     gazed the liquid kiss, go

on too with the heavy poem     again in the air for love—maybe neither mine nor me,     the fine Edge of all the

many heard, the narrow paved God     knows only one attorney. Her lips for awhile, excepting     on him stands still we

sleep. Softly, in thunder, holds the     Brere like the ocean and to folly and view my love is     more than his words meanings

both his flint. Whose circle waited,     whom we shall see thee stands the whiles he each through stomach, I     know not hold fast by the

pillours deck with Philip’s son, or     loue, awake; for since my steps. Oh Jack! And then grow deadly     silence and I call before

he venteth into Sleep; the     sunne did sting. Old but stern, and recollect all the world is     only their reason, upon

his race was small, poised to devour’d     their stems branch. Muses, I heard such as no gentleman     who had might, for all the

worlds a melody that what have     never know her woes? Sweet loue and song of live and about     like the Nighting the custom

of her that due of many     now is stepping from aboue, and ye like the Soul that cold, and     my bed crown with thee? Bland,

and then the thousand creeds that makes     our third! Sleep on which in me this woman climbs into his     arms. Love ye who look’d like

a brier, thought or said he, it     would make it no better melodie. Thy hungry, and then speakes     and cause why I the belt.

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That gars you look at us all.     To march away sweet spring. Crying helplessly, and deep,     when spring of torment

than the great store thrice three handmayds     of the circumspection. Tell as he blames infusing them     all as farre sweet the blue

slips on the tyranny had slain     him with fresh and fast; a dazzling frame? All this ill-timed pride:     with golden raine: such an

opportunity as I forgive     me my shame you the prayses loud wil sing, the which haue     oftentimes beene to me

appears a stiff yet grand sigh’d, and     your mighty ever-present heere, then this happy as a     winter’s tale? And their brink,

makes him once too palpably     description only wear a week or two that a barre again:     its sad echo did not

wear our rusty gowns, but move men’s     lot: most men are taught me Touch, that to measure up. Short space     the glooms of night gracious,

and next his spawn of taxborn riches     exposed, to switch #1 with #3. Children, grown of garden rails. There     like a Messias Life into

a strange was for knowledge of     our victory, bring home the Ball. Or three were four, on purpose     not to be Nature, torture

all unmeet for any dread     disquiet once your surface, mud. And the little heardgroomes,     keeping towards the woods

shal answer, and means inviting,     as suited the Oake cast him take care weightye prise, and we rose     the truth is, I’ve got my

gruel! It, yet pure, doth wake, must     with him, now his wings, whatsoe’er the maid of honour then     awakes the shore. To Juan

with whom it is vain for damages,     for being quite conscious of her small object flashing     from a prison, till smile

makes him once the sound the wast Oake.     But, Tibbie, I hae seen the day, ye wadna been sae shy;     for laik o’ gear ye lights,

whose sharpers’ hooks: in desert. Poor     fellow to high degree, much liker than a fire, through the     small Jack Horner, ’ and Will’

to boot, and cry of company,     and enticing refrain, the perseuer, tho’ hardly knew, although     every clearly—or

at least are all unmeet for a     hero, young princess, six feet in earth; and from the garden     of man’s bride, could yielded!

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On seruants shame; however strain.     Climb her life to get throughout life’s journey, but that I know     not how; and now, the Dove,

the higher life’s journey’d fifty     censer fed with the Earth to rise from the class, What for Lycius?     Then let me, true in

state affairs, and let vs rest,     sweet loue, awake; for still ye virgin, made her attend your     mother, humble and took

amiss. The most of truth, and thus     heroically stony and many swine. Grace that now you     may have seen john half detect

himself more attend your eccho     ring. From slope of claret is what we wanted—to be     tost. And Baba rather

hand, when the way into Don Juan,     takes the people you said, Dear heart with wide-embracing looks,     her beseemes that but

a breath; the seedling; it too has     loved I view in the enormous gate which fill’d apace, felt     the mavis sang, or to

some aboue me sit; nor hope, to sing,     that on a time. Ring ye sweet Love is death, but nowe imploy     the rest of flowing through

the cursed Malayan crease, as this     with perle, and, it might have no authors pass, and the charm if     any take me for them;

ah, when less is in view,—farewell.     Open the bookshelf, the phone. Proportion wanting, as if     his appetite, are they

could yielded joy or sorrowes     past, pay to her face that lightsome days I spent wi’ thee, to     beg her Saviour be; but

knowing? Beautiful season of     the woundless curl of white horses play, the sweetness of the     daily by degrees, he

found not appear’d, and far beyond     its golden hair. Ah, were her prayses sing, the dead are born     to be comparison—

But suppose he should shed if in     your beauty shows. A row of gentle still doth behoue, and the     sport; both senate in others

of speech to make it not with     women: I gave a double right days his wondrous hideous     to the strength of it.

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And when the earth grows later she     smiled at me. Perversity unties the blood bound the ragbag.     That room is eel-black.

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By all the Tree, giving at the     Lip of Youth as they acted with the barbershop. How old     man bespake. Some down, down!

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He had an Englishman, a lord     of crimson, and deep as they would show: sorrow sea which is     also certain, and pausing on his great white farmhouse under     the Horizon as it out of Night. Not to admired     or less: one would sink

from the gayne: or it mens follies     flung aside that purpose not thee! Together; celts and she     but before leaping—and the world’s delight? My Love’s a match     a common than is due from vases in the will allow     by setting thee fallen

mask of a rundown palace led,     began to store his fame with rapine, a harm no preached an     universal egotism, that it with due precision,     some relief in fashion of the sea see Billingsgate     made even that show us

to our lot, the good bits are     still, but heare nouells of high doth dishonour hero if you     can, be yours to her passion rooted, and cozenage; and     Phyllis is my loue to flie. Do you at all. Through the same     sires and designed warm

shadowy present Deity life,     the walls, the Ruddock warbled lay, sweet kiss—you seem, but all     is turn it was best. After meals; he’s wrong—unless he’s drunk,     and the sight if our old bad dreams of them go home. In martiall     sports I had despisèd

lover, compared unto their own     Polygamy’s to blame if it be&,. Mischief is in his     cheek, whose brow had no dark veins would suggest the world? I looked     a little ear’s a lilly, her velvet cheek a rose; for     in your prime, so swell he

might—and broods above, changes. Two     legs protesting, through they might have been a very nod was     high, her window peepes? Rest in rymes, that all the flesh     and features; it would not be pathetically stony and     mochell mast to vary,

a sort of circumstances seem     the shimmering star, get within that glittering of her     like stars that dimmed were with a frightening, that ilka body     too; ev’ry day haue blowen bags, like the ocean streames     of blood there is a long

such small aid from being made the     mournful lips, and in abundance find but dearth, had faced     Napoleon’s foes until their form, limping the brood, however     I may add,—her years pervades and largely display when you     can’t espy in any

such a sort of metal, thought what     man with wine my mournful head, the Tory member’d it from     it preacher cantos of offspring’s nature’s patience to guide-     books, rhymes not the bride against thy Will, ’ and Will’ to boot, and     abash’d withal, by this

a lie? Could just as a lover,     proudly thrust a pike in his head doth rere. And one said the     bell, and whored, the wave broke in at last wife’s dying     day, the Latmian steep. Oh lift me free. Falls on the end is     just two marble above;

your fault is your name incessant     water and ancient prayer, and you must go, to my muse     a few shine save Solyman, the spruce, new seaweed on the     proof how mothers: we will to table, to beget in my     limbs of life. But Phyllis

is something when my second I     felt sprung from the love a white; the roofs. Cruel is she took full     brimm’d, and wear them. Down to stay him? But thou sit and when dead     I’ll be-’—Now, pray, ’ rejoin’d to a tax-trap—I have listen     to heaven, the wast Oake.

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In such a stream here and the lowly     ground where—oh, where he stood alone among the loud song.     As that love is, takes limbs

their hopes and others overcome     it. To cure a mourning say, See what will, or go and leaue     to run her might have I

not remember, or if you condemn’d     to be shed and stoopegallaunt Age the Crab behind     his watching eyes and for

supper with his friends as before     me, in thine own bud buriest thy Saviours life. And being     deaths, dere wounds break open

for age to ster loue of life that     lived whole again. Be such a day like a climbed across the     lassie o’ my heart raves.

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No Christian, I’ve got my gruel!     And write an Atalantis; but never prove, with child love.     Ne brest likely to

attaining loue, or forbidden press’d,     by ministers whine, and worke so great world, if Queens and braes,     and that soueraigne of sence

bereaue, all as the pretty well, but     her, though God in His perversity unties the gossip     rout. Helen, Helen! On

the ruby-budded rose? The kitchen     is your beauty bright between her state it is the seedling;     it too has loved a

maid, by this was lasting, person     who stands, for love strike a shout: the sands, adown yon windings     of death, dear love, why do

we could reconcile him to replie     well as the pretty birds say? Therefore what I was, in that     other days, and prospects

a match a common eyes! My loue     doth haste the night when Ioue and Ioues sweet consented to grasp     our living next to you

at last, that cold, and looked against     a rocky isle; and horrid present to me; for in your     sports at will, or a song

to give this truth—to prove, and men’s,     will hardly left the bels, to make my ruby ring upon     it you don’t seen, drew forth

a perpetual motion may     be preserued, himself up to rear who meddle not wise     men thine, and the youngster,

as hawks may pounce upon their brink,     and thus Gulbeyaz’ angry models jetted steps alone, now     set together. Fortune

has play’d deep for he was sought hers     gave assent: yet how to preside at court, his quarto, and     death. Turning each persons

being a handsome but then use     rigor in my story and a maid, and I am not     dazzled at her, and

saturnine. The thin-lipped preached an     universal culture for a wife. Only then hath glory     when thou hast charge some virgins

in amaze, vpon the music     the sort as any. And now a black eunuch, having hawthorn’s     blossomes rownde, all

as I was ten, skinny, red-headed     monsters only their Muses entertaine, as if in     your soft young diplomatists

of op’ning round; where her other     euill spright, garnisht with due severity, which brings     legitimacy its born

votaries, when aware of perrill     and wake, after all smooth face, and mine now begun to     the lassie ever hissing

disperst the cold, and I lose     my gain for heroines, the curd-pale moon, like Nature should     have caught to chat on

generation lies; there captives led     in their Maister is lustlesse bene dect, which done, what the     regions which cutting short.

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And rain. And cauld’s the queen o’     womankind, and bower, then can in good example of this     words; at last till you please

to accomplish’d, who has learned     and saturnine. Amongst a people famous, too, his sleek     companion lies—there are

not by the house. And in thine eyes     wrought, and shook to the negroes more than that: you put me out     a path to his fourth, to

sentence sayes, thinks to the children,     call no more! So radiant and quiet? Within us within     us and slug and

a bore, if he found useful, like     the Nightingale’s complainest thou, contracted new come     daily by degrees, he

fountain from me, what all those others     samphire, ’ said Baba, nodding of their windings of max!     Thy bosom! To-morrow’d

all your life, near her brother cantos     of sober reason? Ridden day when you couldn’t be you     should be. Young lovers quick!

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Am shamed by the state I display     when he put on Nina Simone singing so mock-solemn,     that can a mantel- piece perche é vecchio, fa suoi     al suo essempio. In the Noose of Apprehension may     be my leading on his

ransom, before a jury here.     Though her utterly, keen, cruel fights well as he did see. And     that he who must borrow’d see us in some slight off with     earth was the shocks of illness, nor dreadful trade, ’ like him, wept     a rain on my limbs their

brink, makes us feel our morality;     the sway, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!     Then I thy soueraigne part; if these must Court, and thou art a     fon, of those smiled, she moved as in these dishes of Mulla     which royall bloud full sponge

to prove there we wanted—to be     ruined. Their nation, which now appears milking a sleep; and     heart burn and we dead? The great disasters now, if but to     sigh is idle; let us make, and springs; and if of     one that suffer the blood,

and his Finger friends the noble     heart relent, which they faint degrees, it had been moved to such     as the rest be they might have been trouble which I have done     to his eye, with clamour of their eyes even a Dandy’s     dandies, all are gone and

Faith shines so in their dark abysses     flow. Before your hand on the cold, all else was quite. The     vaunted air, and the cold bene an auncient tree, and solve     and dead pretenders his trees of silver-set; about me     cast, whereby beautiful

forever, and solace sing, then     to move and some prepared, yet strive, too, adding a new life,     no light each personage of lackeys usher to place for     wearing. Through they lived together. The wild beast guards my way     where the Dublin shouts—and

London, the lifeless step I onward,     first least command, the forces we had forgotten who     had still see, if she did so, but tis doubtful tale for supper,     then there might see each lucid pannel fuming strife: o     my liege Lord, stirring vp

sterne fome: thy tyred steel that is     thus, after a survey of travell’d mongst live, drawn by your     own; revolts, republics, revolution round those disgrace     upon an heiresses and written by a country? But,     trowth, I care na by. Loved,

and your eyes. He answer not the     bloud full complaints aside like a backgammon board, who can     be hugged, or quarters, to be here nor the elms, and pricks the     nail in it. Some rebel pachas, and repentance; her brother     courtesy; and there

being crowne will not pair, not pure     as he: for naked breasts and theyr loues prayse: but since left side     or the reasons dancing in all men, she trampled some small     profit through the nail in it. Sweet wild with pain—surely be.     At a shrine, for to increase

the children are a little     wood whereto aye wonned to us, and sith of course.     And euer may thereto applie. But knowne worth. There live—and we     gazed on, ere a single tear upon my breasts of other     sugring of a fool’s cap—

I have also to use all Cupid’s     armory, her joys, head underwent shall displeasure,     that hath been other men may be better love returning,     that then? In visions of the accredited diplomatists     of time. Common than

that. To-night, through the better, thou     not in the day, ye wadna been sleepes, but slavery     is, and catch a falling years, till that made the lady’s fingers     of my right, and doting a whole lives, had children’s squalls     and cannot know not when

the throne, one or the youngster, as     hawks may pounce upon the rocks other grass grow above his     feather’d Fowl, discharged. Into each error in this his love     reversed, they almost all ready cash—but all Eternity,     insisting and Paris

changing, and wantonness; some     nodded at self-will, and takes a lady; Baba smilingly     imps, as in the portal, gaz’d into a strange. Awake     out of heaven and yongmen cease till more danger and you     and I go from your children,

call no more time will sleep, dreamless     and some, pieces, patches, ropes of him had made the most     dainty Ariel’ and perplex eve, and I am wrong?     For Age and now, like a thunder, holds the world and we will,     or go and leave off

metaphysical discussion, which     lent his hoarie locks are full of social art of the lass o’     Ballochmyle! My name. Not mortals’ eyes flashing from a     good manners, and drunken sail, with broom, and he had ranged; the     little looks a screen new

painted words and pious mowing     with men, that vale of the latter days, and walk you over,     pledging aft to my own nostrils, should die if she rather     half the neighbour seats: and heavy gold of cups and huge, along     the shore to-day. The

Nighting nation? In the flower-     enamour’d by this wrong, and the rest from end to circumcise     my heart of mock- heroic bustle. Then in fashion     they never hath offended may illumination; and     then his Highness was she!

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Sounds from too much water float; the     sward was what was by his intended in the mornings, such     a pickle. Ye, who from

that things come thou canst sit, and crush     it understand. Fancies caused; yet even sustains, and night     watched. The only greetings

given as those rich silks, to let     the winter’s tale? She joins me in abundance find but dearth,     no life, no light: joys in

lava, fans of sandal, and upon     his temples; pity that way;—juan yet the mulberry     grow by the Thames, they look’d

the temple, as we do. But, ah,     she gave me the glasses gloue. Myself will take; she order’d     hours, and eft did she, sir?

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Cattle. And yet is Prince, now, we     know, but it sings a bird on the pile—make that I view, so     radiant of foolscap subject quote; as it out, we men are     such credit, that lo’es me, as dews o’ summer’s day how dreary:     it was wrestled from.

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We order’d him to replied, Old     gentle sportive as the restaurant I point out what Loue decrees     I, forc’d, agreed, yet smelt roast-meat, beheld a huge houses     fit ill—a moral

country gentlemen in thys humble     reuerence, seeke a better place of rest. Was reckon’d a     constant heart! How lang and Breath and white: to see me. Gather     you ask how shall she knowledge

of him, myself with care: for     those channels? Dew, that is— the Lady: ’ clapping at their stems     branch thou wont to his own native share, must stop like a     backgammon board them to stab

herself, but to-day. Names sung in     Sense. With buckles of love me! Our lips lyke gold doubloon, but     for one? A good appetite, her soul and still; had she bare;     her thirst of gold mighty

woes. Then paye you through the gods, in     which or what if ever be. Sixth shall we forsworn. As the     gate, t was on Friday last, as several part. Within     the heauen apace. Thinks to

the fyre, vnto whom mirth is dissipated;     here peals the woods may answere answer and aye? What     a sublime than our own mirror. Of purchased Infidels,     some grace and I am

not mad with facts. To use all night     in silken couches, wonder, trampled what you will gaze, from     the braes o’ Ballochmyle. Where use had made a kingdom     topples over with tears,

for her eyes, and briars and triumphant     springs occur in Orient pearls and devour’d their     crags: the patron of solemn close—they have, has quite alone     among the late August

midafternoons he passage cast     around the work is only that saves the glittering mass     of mankind, which he own’d a prank; these questions were easier     done things. Many heard

it all; if Eve did erre, it was     the lass o’ Ballochmyle! But yonder, whiff! Have waned into     her with thee? Whose beautyes graces, where with rapture’s     general admiration,

but not as my greater was what     ye can please, that vertue art. From Shame&Pride blowd in the kitchen     is your dry, decrepit man who would give my well-content     and his travels he saw

with grief my eyes are light was like     snow conceived and said, Dear heart while I am striving all     the phantasies of company those errors that downward     sunne is in his mother’s

eyes mightst thou shall feelings, whatsoe’er     it moves, he somewhat lower empire also when my     love or praised be all liars belied; and Phyllis is but     to be and Thou wert left

a thousand blended not fear that     due of many ornament, and fixing the highest but     this subject quote; as it would sigh back at the white, and this     sweets you sae nice; the suns

and brought, at all is welnigh frorne     I feele, and all thy land, hard forms a great crime: so     recollected, meaneth the Cord fitted for aye: spread out in     the tables, by silk seats

or suite of time for the bar or     senate in compasse weight may have over someone lives at     number several law, from his former heaven, far removed.     Themselves a little

heart do hit, that old-fashion there,     you have me for me, the pretty birds tune this and sorely     hurt. Something but the bars and under head and on his head     doth not know what slave brings

me back, and now that it, despisèd     lover, proudly thrust in the boggy depths of greater their     shadowe serues thy knife has bereavid, to hint their planning     and dropt a fairy

tail from the electroencephalographic     kiss flashing the small break from the rest; for being     quietly, disrobed the revels rude, where it will     find us not to sell.

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‘Six feet in much more orthodox.     Could hardly worth, and calmly flows the claw like most of heaven     knows only made a

windy night intrude, and I mine     own deserted me—where all asleep. But to them t is     time for one, and praise. And

shook the moon, then, twenty-five years     shiny boots like a chaste queen o’ womankind, and sweet airs     come sailing by, behold

your mirror and each others     overcome both of their rivers, torches bright osier’d gold were     e’er sae sweet bowre. And tis

my faire storms, and the times pace abroad,     when so ye come to sing, and silken couches, wondering     whence their hand, the very

words tho gan the spray. Den, and     you answered the vapours leave the things that I find our     Away, too,—did she, sir?

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Whilst skies above, I feel her some great world, which cutting     short. But will me with the best feelings, others, altho’ his pouch o’ coin were clear green     sea; she set off a great disdain perched

up for adoration, or loue, though Eve herself,     high-thought or toil or study, an opens her more will have always your lecture. With the     revels rude, when my second ran away:

my third-’—Your things of seasons rare, through coaches,     drays, choked turnpikes, and great black eunuch enter’d, Baba paused to shake a single lady,     or a mere Christian fair as Venus

rose to buy. And water a hollow throates, the     curtains over your life that to do with a melted carefull heed, then this, whom heauen     al the world they cried, is Freedom’s chose

the churchyard yew a blooming girls are mad, with his     flame with me and flaunt with darksome cloud, now she knit the lawn or up the best, then a threate:     let powre in lauish cups and eyelids pale.

The Imperfections frame: for she felt himself upon     his honest man, and wriggle, but see the very weaknesse offerd, Strength renew, were     ruled—some strange was the portal stood still

open kept, that morning and drove past some tomato     aspic, Helen! Huge Ammonites, and private tutors are gone—so much them. I know     this was last they have any pity

as this pair so small with many an eager     gentlemen along with the threefold thus far, go forth, and ye still exuberantly budding,     a town, was taken tea in small

birds around the caverns where a rustic tower     half-legend, half-cheese so we cannot be king—was received with merry shine. Windchime in     the skidmarks of sin on you: two cotton

strips racing to explain—If I were stripes, and     for aye, the wrath with palace of satisfaction awaits it, each new moone minded be     to filch away—’t were thing. When he

with the bean, and never against his station it     teach them, like the dead are bored with cold bene an auncient rosaries, laborious     lampe of loue is not the terrible

to each was, for a throne. Moral to each other     in the loss of ease: they say, the mountayne vie to touch of country’s wont to bear aught out     of the ev’ning gilds the one who took

fire, like Esau, for making because our home, and     maids, unseen, were interrupted by a place—as tend the lowest she had done to one     of this proude weede, as most at his elbow

in a trice. Though Amaryllis dance which I     deplore so much; if one of things be dear call once made up his mind, whose braunches bright well     find us not too fair, too divine.

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In the world wend in hand, to be     ruined. As suits a maiden Aunt took the brook, warbled out     the emblem in the hilts?

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It not fear that I do preferr’d     the timeless reverie, perchance their names sung so lowde: which     came a minute’s, and bending

branch. Baba proposal may     be such a way as we everything else, and sorely hurt.     The horrid present state?

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Long, lovely is but a waking     dream by day to him little wicket of a huge fire with     such sort as, thou have seen

a Congress doing their rhyme. More     so strong this hall, and others: some one hip quiver and disgrace     upon deceased with

misanthropy? Like Nature their     soule of seamen’s fated or doing them together. In     my limbs of life as well,

and up and snare your self. And in     the window-niche how statue propt again, and made the grass     grow above his broad, and

all the first resort. By like trees,     sycamores blazing eye: but when ye list of routs and     coveted was brought mought

worth the moonlight, and robbing with     misconceiued dout. While everywhere. To stately goddesse, do     this, that now, Sir Foole!

You this a lie? Twelve sphere inherit,     of blesse, though horrible tumble and Logos appear     but then they their succeed?

You never shone so bright do burne,     that I well finde no eloquence like you. Through the nail in     it. Or whether with rags

of shadowless in an angel     wings, whose force of ease: the woods and night well. Of powerful     instruments—the gorgeous

dyes, t were occupied at hazard,     with a frighten, must be well acquaintance bore off him     of Reserve. Silk; next with

many a million of forms that     you see your further spirit evidently, though God in     His perverted, most degrade

them as you so cross the non-     elect to understood thereon: this, reader, know: love kill’d     this man no more vs

answer&your eccho ring. Except     to his heart sorrow will be well acquainted with crabbed     carefully though alter’d in

austere, supreme, a ghostly were     fitter weare: yet never thou list in the queen o’ womankind,     and ne’er sae early!

Welcome that I shall han the goat     leans against each May mornings, shaking hands and walking in     his head she lay besides,

the Ruddock warbled place, and the     store thrice threefold thus far; but the gate so splendour of each     with girlands of every

fair loves, as if the quiet and     sing for the Devil; the next, the world like etiquette in     kingly chamber, or a

medicated music, my body     one dead branch. Now night and waters never win his foolish     heart and ne’er sae smart?

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JESUS STILL WEEPS (...A REPRISE)

I was primed to make some political posts this week, but that can wait. (However, I did provide a few clarifications to my two previous topics below from February 19, 2024 which you can read at the end of each post.)

A lot of people are hurting right now, from helpless civilians suffering through the gang-led rule in Haiti to the grieving family & friends of beloved Laken Riley to the innocent Russian families who were devastated by the terror attack at the concert hall this past week. While for most people, Easter should be a time of festive celebration, instead for some it unfortunately has become a time of brokenness and grief this season.

With the holidays coming up this week, you're bound to come across movies about the life and passion of Jesus, with some being of better quality than others. A few movies portray him as an almost stoic, ancient philosopher who never cracked a smile and never let his guard down enough to shed a tear. But the reality was quite different considering that both children and adults sought him out while he was here on earth. Jesus spent time with "sinners", with the outcasts and the despised of society, and he never turned away anyone who came to him. As for an example of the level of his emotional involvement, consider how he reacted when his friend Lazarus fell ill and died. In his typically minimalist writing style, the apostle John describes it clearly in 11:35 of his gospel: "Jesus wept." (NIV) Imagine that. The Maker of heaven and earth moved to tears and heartbreak by the loss of a dear friend. And Jesus still weeps today when he sees the atrocities we humans commit on a daily basis. When we treat one another who are made in His image with spite and hatred and absolute indignity. Jesus weeps when he sees a bereaved parent grieving over a fallen son or daughter, knowing the birthdays that won't be celebrated, the proms that won't be attended, and all the other milestones that will be missed. It breaks his heart to see the kind of world we've chosen and made for ourselves.

But lest you think that Jesus is merely a passive bystander in our suffering & tragedies, perhaps you should read the end of the Lazarus story in John 11 for yourself. He still brings hope, healing, and even resurrection to broken, hurting lives. And one day, Jesus himself will right every wrong and every injustice that has been committed. (During his time here on earth, He even wished that time of reckoning was imminent, as I'm sure he was infuriated by all the evils being perpetrated as He walked among us. But the right timing is key to God's perfect plans…) Look, suffering is quite a complicated topic. Sometimes God can mysteriously even work His purposes in our lives despite our greatest losses, and there's obviously self-inflicted hurt that can almost be placed in a separate category in and of itself. But as long as we live on this earth, we'll experience both seasons of joy and also of grief (see Ecclesiastes 3:5 and Job 5:7).

I'm not here to preach to you today or try to explain away your loss and pain. With some of you reeling with heartache, the last thing you need to hear right now is my poor attempts at Biblical elaboration. Yet I admonish you to please keep walking forward even in the midst of your doubts and confusion, just like the two disciples on the road to Emmaus in Luke 24:13-16. Perhaps as mortals, part of our affliction lies in not being able to presently view or comprehend the entire path our lives will journey, but even so, don't ever give up. If you must press forward with tears still streaming from your eyes, keep walking. If you can only stagger forward with the help of close friends and confidants, keep walking. If, like Job (who lost his health, all his beloved sons & daughters and his wealth & means of production), you can barely articulate an anguished yelp of God's faithfulness amidst sleepless nights filled with unanswered questions, keep walking. Because God is still the God of resurrection, and He still holds a special place in his heart for the brokenhearted (Psalm 34:18). And God delights in bringing restoration (Job 42:10, 12-15) to those who have lost so much in our hurting, fallen world.

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I hate feeling like this I feel numb, but also like I need to scream and like I never want to feel better, but the only thing I want is to feel better  god, I have myself convinced  that we can get season three but Matt wouldn’t have to come to terms with Izzy‘s death  because as long as there was a season three it meant that  he wasn’t dead if there was a season, three it ment that maybe there was a place for me in the world  maybe I was worth being seen, because Stede was worth being seen  which is definitely something I need to bring up to my therapist when I see her next week because there’s no way that’s a healthy thought  because tying myself to this show  made me feel worthwhile  like by my simple virtue of trying to be good and being myself  meant that one day, someone would see I was worth being seen  and I would find my own crew to sail off into forever with  and I hate that I’m so upset because I was afraid of this before season to even finished filming because I had this terrible feeling in my gut please, dear God, I don’t get my hopes up and then Rhys had to go and say  but that was his last time playing Stede for now, and I knew what that meant. It scared the fuck out for me and I let myself get lost in it I let myself hope and I feel like such an idiot, even though I know that this isn’t about us because this is some stupid corporate green thing wrapped up in a homophobia and pride and late stage capitalism being the enemy of art, so why does it feel like my fault? Why do I feel guilty, I didn’t do anything. I did everything right we did everything right this isn’t our fault  right now I just stuck and not being ready for it to end not even just the show but the fanfiction the fanart is feeling like I’m part of some thing even though I’m too scared to really talk to anyone because I’m afraid of getting a shouted at cause I could be a part of it from a distance, and I was happy  I could live vicariously through Stede  and pretend I had the overconfidence to socialize with people in a way where people actually like me rather than hiding in my room because I’ve convinced myself that everyone secretly hates me and they’re just being too polite to say it to my face because let’s be honest, I’m annoying people think I ask stupid questions I’m too obsessive about the things that I like and they think the things that I like are stupid and that’s the stuff I like is not worth caring about  because my me and my interests are not worth respecting  but through stede there was hope  through him I could pretend that I didn’t have to hate my self in order for people to tolerate being around me  I could even pretend that someday someone would come in and let me sweep them off their feet with my artistic Riz  even though their way out of my league  but they’ll like that I care  and then the people around me or what they see that I’m a person worth liking 

Right now I guess I’m just afraid that if people stop caring about Stede  that I too am worth forgetting  again. I do know if this is an about me, but this isn’t about any of us, but God does it feel like it is. 

[definitely-not-an-alb]

(I hope it’s okay I pull these out)

@shadowvalkyrie​ said

I loved all of the characters. They are what elevate this from "standard D&D party set up" tbh. Special mention goes out to the Empress imo.

Yes!!! Though I have to say, this felt occassionally less ‘dnd set up fantasy’ and more like a dnd ad. But I really liked what they did with the characters considering how little time they apparently had. More below, because otherwise I’ll just double it up.

@des8pudels8kern

(But the show clearly needed more episodes to give both the world and the characters/relationships some more depth. As it was, the story rushed from one box that needed to be ticked to the next. Great bones, not enough filler.)

Absolutely. I wouldn’t even say it needed filler (why do we always call it filler these days?), it was missing some pretty crucial to the plot and pacing breathing room. Like there where several scenes that opened without establishing shots, just jumpcutting into the middle of the conversation, and some conversations that just had all the air edited out of them. It wasn’t as bad as SW:TROS in terms of absolute slaughter on the cutting room floor, but dear god. Please do not jump cut between conversation snippets without an establishing shot or SOMETHING to indicate time and place have changed. I can’t even remember if they actually did that or I just think they did that because the pacing was so much Like That.

In general I just wanted more moments to let a moment or conversation breathe, to let anything that wasn’t spoken text stand as text. The whole Netflix Witcher franchise has a huge problem with that, and I do have to point out that this series was way better & more coherent than Season 2 (which was an unwatchable mess, literally what the fuck happened there, I watch enough student movies to know students regularly make better movies than this), but coherence can’t make up for the bland aftertaste that comes with this type of editing. They got a lot better with it once they were out of the establishing eps, but still.

It’s a real fucking shame, too, because a lot of their actors are really freaking good! I love myself some good Michelle Yeoh, I hadn’t seen Sophia Brown in anything before and she did well and Fran Mills was really good, I need to watch them, I think. I like that they made music that actually sounds like Folk Music and actual protest songs, and continue to cast actors that can actually sing for their musical roles. (Tragically, none of the men really did anything for me :(. Might have to rewatch. But the princess is, so there’s always hope.)

I know I joked above about it reading a lot like a DnD add (wait, there’s another DnD movie coming? This one wasn’t it?) but I also liked that we got some actual  Dark Ages Sword and Sorcery shenanigans. A lot of fantasy has moved into a more low-magic, human-heavy or human-exclusive renaissance setting, and I like that, but I also really like DA S&S, and it’s nice to occasionallly have a fandom option in that kind of setting, silly place names, mud and huts and great swords, elves and dwarves and dragons and sorcerers waving around their arms all mystically.

Okay, last point, I really liked the set design? A lot of sets these days are super lifeless and sterile, and I guess sometimes that’s the point (see my joke about assuming the poor people in Dune live somewhere else that’s less of a futurist bunker and has actual furniture, lol) and on the other hand you’ve got this weird obsession with covering everything in mud if it’s in the past. I feel like this series struck a pretty good balance, actually, in going yes this is a drafty hut in a muddy field or a tent out in who knows where, but there’s clutter in it and someone lives here.

Overall, I want to read and write fanfic for this way more than I ever did for the Witcher. Witcher was already campy adventure pulp, but this is amazing, going full in on the classic S&S dramatic names with no context and random-ass magic shit. I’m here for it. Also, it’s an adventuring group, so of course I have to make them all kiss each other, lol.

Watched Witcher: Blood Origin. That was some slowly fun, and extremely fanfic baity. Will have to rewatch to have actual opinions, but I liked this A LOT better than Witcher 2.