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extraalligators · 2 months ago

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Merry Christmas/Please Don't Call

You were mine

but you were awful every time

Remarkable how cute she still was.

How long would this last before it went the way of Dr. Girlfriend, Queen Etherea?

The very lovely persona curled up in the limousine beside him was Dr. Mrs. The Monarch, consummate professional, love bite peeking above the collar of her uniform notwithstanding. 43 years old, smoker of imported cigarettes, master of the smart-ass remark. She was a fantastic actress, she had nearly everyone fooled but when he squinted it was still Sheila he saw hiding a yawn behind her hand.

"You know, Sheila—"

"Please don't call me that."

"Tetchy."

"It's just not very professional."

She rolled her eyes. She obviously wanted to say something nasty to him but she just pinched the bridge of her nose like she had a headache.

"I apologize. Madame councilwoman."

"Don’t call me that either."

Her voice was starting to go. Coming down with something or just exhausted? Hard to say.

"Feeling all right?"

"Not really."

She stared off out the window a while, watching the snow dusted city pass them by. After a minute she dug in her bag and produced a cigarette and a lighter but before he could scold her, she put the cigarette back in the pack.

"Hamilton? Do you wanna stop and have a drink?"

That was how Phantom Limb found himself in a nondescript bar on the lower east side, listening to Christmas music from the bartender's tinny speaker and letting his traitorous ex-girlfriend buy him a drink of her choosing. Just this once.

Her taste was as awful as ever, something that tasted like cough syrup. He drank his and let her order him another. He wanted to see if she would reveal any more about what was going on inside her head.

She didn’t. Mostly, she talked about some movie she’d seen, so he just watched her legs. She crossed them, uncrossed them. The little scar on her knee from the time she scraped it on the headboard of the bed while they were...still perfect. The boots helped.

She pulled her skirt down like she knew what he was doing and he came back to the conversation just in time to look as if he had been present for the whole thing.

"So it turns out she wasn’t after the safe deposit box at all. She wanted to kill him so the ghost of the mafia don from the first movie could move into his body."

"Someone actually made two of those?"

"Three. Come on, you watched the first one with me."

"I haven’t the faintest clue what you’re talking about."

"We watched it on our second date. You had it on the laser disc."

"I’m certain you're mistaken."

She had a funny look on her face and he couldn't tell if it was wounded pride or hurt. Did she just want the satisfaction of being right?

"I know you did, I watched it about 30 times."

"I would absolutely remember that."

"You wouldn't. You were in Greece on some guild thing. It was gonna be our first Christmas together but..." She shrugged.

"Pining away for me the whole time?"

She gave him a disgusted look.

"I had a broken arm. I slipped on that stupid Persian rug and almost cracked my head open."

"I don't remember any of this."

"I do. You gave me the ugliest tennis bracelet I've ever seen in my life, kissed me goodbye and told me 'try to be less clumsy next year'. I didn't see you until like Feburary."

"That was my mother's. And it was mid-January at worst. Look, I just don't remember the particulars-"

"Because you were in Greece." She finished her drink. "At least you got a good tan."

He paused, not sure how far he was willing to take this conversation.

"Don't act like you were kind, Sheila."

Her head dipped, her lips pursed. Her hair fell into her eyes and she didn't bother pushing it back. Lost in thought? For the briefest moment, he had no idea who he was looking at.

"Well, I would have never done that to you." She said quietly.

He swallowed and hoped she didn't notice the look on his face. He smiled even though the cheap alcohol and the conversation were making him feel a bit ill.

"You got me back with that tracking chip."

She shook her head as if she were an actress who stumbled on a line and smiled back, grateful for the out.

"It still works, you know."

When they stepped back outside, the sky was slate and it was so cold he could actually feel it in his insensible fingertips. Sheila swore under her breath and paused to dig in her purse for her cigarette. She lit it and handed it to him wordlessly. He took a drag and handed it back. Her hands were shaking.

He took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders, and she looked up but didn't say anything. No smart-ass remark for that.

She didn't take it off in the car either, not until they arrived at her...hovel? Halfway home for wayward henchmen? She swore the place looked less haunted lately, but he had seen her looking at wallpaper on her phone. All butterfly themed. Atrocious. She went to slip it off and he stopped her.

"Keep it. I'll never forgive myself if you catch your death."

"Are you sure? It’s like fifteen feet."

"Think nothing of it. Just be a dear and get it dry cleaned before you return it."

She rolled her eyes but he saw her hiding a smile as she shut the door behind her. He watched her saunter up the walkway. He liked to imagine she was walking slowly for him, even though it was more likely she was just tired. Still had the ass of a twenty-five year old. She pulled his jacket a little tighter around her shoulders as she fumbled with her house keys. The Monarch could chew on that for a few days.

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libidomechanica · 16 days ago

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Let me state has gives lights

A tricube sequence

Since first I saw you fell a weede to

honour shelter ward the Carian, breath

so sad fate. Let me state has gives lights!

I and kiss that not to gorge upon

thy bower doth striue those to night to

live you? Who first of tuneful persons.

My ten-speed across their cheeks, I breath.

Here live in my drear warbling hand, am

I inspired, snail- paced away!

There it go or stir full golden seed

in few minute will clip and so much:

death no stones of silver cymbals’ ring!

Forefingers, stretched in the grass, does to

complaintive moan and the streets at once

more, much did pleasure this cumbrous load.

Bright say buttercup, bobolink,

sugarduck, pumpkin, lovelorn piteous

base. Why dost laugh and greet the cursèd duke!

It is whole weeke with thee— Ah, me! Much,

or Paint must make suspicion start, and

ask thus. Before he alighted way.

They can be found his hand stood apartment

still, let this serpent! Yet few of

heavenly powers of lusty May!

Out of day! Thou wast that as an evening

to the vasty verse- men you know’st

it malingering me, and loving.

For scarce be contemplate between, he

may make an Eve, be of trumpets—Lycius,

said they go. Hath a couch, and die!

There constant fell icy numb upon

a time away! Cruel, cruel, perceant, wretch,

doom’d with confines of plays upon eyes!

He seem’d a horrid temples? Trembling

lyre on the making his line brother

soul may be gay, rage, rage again. Else.

Brought their time our queens to the coward,

so digress? I was flesh and one huge

self, and he feeblest but that was gone.

Snuff at its immortality. Their

Cakes all one! Make choicest furniture,

hath been a pair, hover’d on for them.

This is a common notion, the lights!

To nothing lutes an unwonted calm,

and bent to serve and behold! And white.

Young man of Ganges, leaning? That over-

goes my buff and denied;— love swells

within its blood, like the live or dead.

Of huge sea- country’s a thirst touch to

marry. Can I though rosy deed, and

now did stand, steal sweeten’d spiral-talk.

I giue you the quiet after young

Lochinvar. … Or it mantle patient

etherea: thou art—not in my arm.

’Fore was gone. On the pale laughed some mumbling

waters are lang in thy birth, since

golden daffodils; beside the stars.

Desert be thy spirit, without one

pray tell your cradle there enthrals them

all—the law. But to my hand—had grass!

He sprang from this through billows obeying

that at my woes. A children picking

as you pour down- glancing morris.

Doth live, as weariest for years: which leaves

will, thy joy’s undimmed, that, that all,

and the understand. By which is here!

Dive in a weeping sea, afloat. And

where none; and let me constant land, hard

for power I had been worth as sweet.

And descence is ample from Heaven

grac’d, with a look, quite?—Cruel space fulfil:

which oft hand. For thousand yet he sank.

Ye satyrs stark, whose beauty of all.

So timid nature day may be dead.

Be thy light down, he must pine its name.

And must her sleep in us, to marry

yet; I’m o’er young to its golden

gate, that fly by shepherd realm I take.

Pardon me, alas, doe interwove;

as if he calmed vassalage, look and

neat niplet of her. And in his hearts.

In brief, or let me sleepless ocean-

bed. Away the light, dear lovelorn,

silence. In the wind and small in mine.

Marry yet; I’m o’er they all men%u2019s

soul love yon Lilac fair, to die alone,

gemms in a garden of none love!

We shall be timely, nothings be done

that God of bones, o’erwrought of mortal

man grow impious. From rear to me?

Nor the cold must be thy story, and

midnight by child, you not cruelly wrong

it—’tis decorum. And hath let them?

Not flower, was Scylla! I pluck the

froze to say, afternoon, to fire you

an’ I in my shouldn’t creeping over.

Quench thy guilt should be from time I tied

her voice of delight. Little, as also

these valleys. I left sitting, Oh.

With diamond gleam slants over in the

duckling stood glaring hair! For those pinions

of misery I was afraid.

Damp awe assail’d me; by my truth of

every green worth while his story will

he touch they beat their dull mortal cold?

They see how should lead his hands upon

the clear! Never once more keen, went through

grieving at an iron tyranny.

To this the vaulted, boundaries from the

head, and look, and mountain- top—the sage’s

pen—the bourne of thee, thus, thus part.

A xylophone maybe with his breast,

to find and roar’d for you of heaven’s

will say, Just this: Once you, so digress?

I love with pain—reachery. Lets it

sees, by some virtuous petticoat—

a cuff neglect to uncover me.

Of your mournful surges that thou, to-

day, to-morrow, at meridian

height, that we do. Is took the his poor.

All lovers, are on men, and with odours.

His first, in self- passionate heart;

and timid natural hue of sages.

Was but this scrolls, where a rope. Such stuffe

a fruit nor dream, the yellow ditties

from heaven, dost borrow and drew there!

—Cold wind-flower. Word but soothing issues

from their stems that following weeds,

with thy gold break. On the dark valleys.

Careful and compassion so; had, having

lies. On gold vase emboss’d with all

that sits upon the mass of reason.

Woman and builded masks? Nor snake, bewitch’d

me to turn his hand to the fairer

far that for thee. From out the cup.

You should not cruel, not be this secret

bowers keep here—a kid I on the

face with that those numb,—yet less torment.

Pan’s housewives talk a little, and the

steeds: the sun hath looked sublime! For as

he on diest, ere the spiritualiz’d.

Its first, first time, O princely Heart! And

like a dumb in the man walks. Young, I’m

o’er the forests, my wit doth deny.

Is not me? The Sexes’ interlace.

Star, entities: myself should decree!

Alas, I must one by being’s face.

I bow full accomplishment! The bridal

bed, thou mayst listen; anon upon

a couch heauen to his maintaineer!

Myself so utter laughed sometimes nine.

Did I ever succeed? She is hostess

and flowers as he gloom of woe?

As we do. This secrets still round there

will say: I am Lazarus, come

that grow where large Neptune’s voices?

Herself upon its cold gave utter

laughing voice expire. Very rafter

will her but despite, which here she loved.

And in awe. We whisper’d, bending, and

die! Perhaps much thousands of forests,

your bowers on a day, until there.

What I shall adorn my tortured my

pen—where palaces of happiness,

whose approving light. Or Paint must die.

—As her nightingale shall we away!

And fare this, fainting in and mine eyes.

Of night on posterity arise!

She euen in act of senses they have

no dædale heard not, cause I love my

Delphos, and ask me not, nor follow.

Sweet, with her and fold him food; no cripple

wound. Hope, dear lord loved. Ye be, yet,

lilies, kings of all the sophist’s spleen.

And there was never. Love thee not something

brief, though I haue most for queen sits

quite, dulling seaward on the Excise.

Why dost blest sphere: make more tongues: full oft,

who hath no rest, she fled, but alarm;

and they interlace. Still, let me die!

Upon a bought and fill my arm. To

every soul knows where or other give

you? Has our strife, and sculptures choices?

The heat or cardamom rubbed on looke,

and the feast in well-bred men who caught

to me? Let me hath a shell; ’tis shed.

Let thy dewy morning ran, and I

feel their tiptop nothing to her harvest

ripened, a youth elect must die!

Or there all the fire and deeper silver

gleaming tea and shifts and knew it.

Too soon she heretic, which in May.

From rose-wet cave—whatever yet—ah

me! A green, and seen rise— so in all

pointed in the arrow ready mixed.

Bear with the shadow of the evening

earth’s affection!— ’Tis Dian, for both

of your lutes a placid miscreant!

Beckoned as easily impress it,

the youth, and shall tell. And the forest

yet. If you are unfold heaven’s brim.

Shall he the sphere and sinless policy

in lowliness is wand like a

spirit is mute in her e’e? All run.

Shall I fashionable quit this young Bacchus

at once against thou hast smil’d? Have

bared the shining the remove: o no!

It is sad echo in the daffodils.

Few, who look cross that I waded

in its poisonous about, and died.

Exclaiming music and so the elves

also, whose porch, each lucid fingers

were alone. Would slip into your bier?

Were he alighted every sweetest

out. Along goodbye like the song but

with all these for it. And friend the stars.

Sometimes arose along to decaying;

come, and so many, the serpent!

From me against your bowers of that!

Joy was I, that high company: I

gazed-but lo! Aloft, young maid abide

with the zits that fix you, so digress?

And thousand yet not meat corrupting.

Keep back and all, and through me then to

me, and green an unbidden from hands.

Joy of my mouth sips: Ay, in the aisled

plaint. And the tie I see, and a

crust, enjoy’d no lute, I pity thee.

In where the very part in a cold

climb, so naked forehead morning, o

heart nectarous dew. Why delaying.

Her mair moving, o hear no song for

your breath, from these streets and ask me, and

gained. Passing snatch thee time yet our breast.

On spleen. To fly all the pools where each

House and light. That overcast! Than when

your Foliage and mov’d, everywhere.

And as she fled; now, we know the very

wandering perfume. Come, so it

pleasant fields, and a cruel, cruel madness!

These agree. A fair limbs on me dead,

they were far outspread out my Corinna,

come to fetch in her arms pale death.

Empty of air, he sank supine beside!

I didn’t measure up. With a look

cross the novel grace; while I in earth.

No less for long black dull- gurgling

hastily. Die through the dark valleys. If

one, and flip- flops. Sometimes too much more.

There is this? Scott, Rogers, Campbell, Moore,

ere men beaks and nymph arose: he feigneth,

looking forth to see, many heart!

And thee of thy cruel. He crimson winged

Chieftain! What is there curls of coral,

pebbles of my bewailest the while.

—Ah, Zephyrus! Laureate, and take

up thine, but gie me my lips on you:

besides, and smiling spake a high dead!

Venus but one resides, for they

interwove through the marriage song where thine

heart. I clasp your fates woke dream; and look?

Come wise, and also a private place;

and trembled; she lay! A cypress, to

taste the pain? Because I love, adieu.

Not it, and sweet soul. Let not rise thy

leaden awe these braue gleam. I felt so

contemplate between which husband’s head.

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erissecondlife · 9 months ago

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-"Be like water, my friend"

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queerstuffonscreen · 1 year ago

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The 100 (2014-2020)

Episode length: 39-42 min.

Country: USA

Genre: Science Fiction, Drama, Action, Adventure

Language: English

100 years in the future, when the Earth has been abandoned due to radioactivity, the last surviving humans live on an ark orbiting the planet — but the ark won't last forever. So the repressive regime picks 100 expendable juvenile delinquents to send down to Earth to see if the planet is still habitable.

Season 1

Episode 1: Pilot

Episode 2: Earth Skills

Episode 3: Earth Kills

Episode 4: Murphy's Law

Episode 5: Twilight's Last Gleaming

Episode 6: His Sister's Keeper

Episode 7: Contents Under Pressure

Episode 8: Day Trip

Episode 9: Unity Day

Episode 10: I Am Become Death

Episode 11: The Calm

Episode 12: We Are Grounders – Part I

Episode 13: We Are Grounders – Part II

Season 2

Episode 1: The 48

Episode 2: Inclement Weather

Episode 3: Reapercussions

Episode 4: Many Happy Returns

Episode 5: Human Trials

Episode 6: Fog of War

Episode 7: Long Into an Abyss

Episode 8: Spacewalker

Episode 9: Remember Me

Episode 10: Survival of the Fittest

Episode 11: Coup de Grace

Episode 12: Rubicon

Episode 13: Resurrection

Episode 14: Bodyguard of Lies

Episode 15: Blood Must Have Blood, Part One

Episode 16: Blood Must Have Blood, Part Two

Season 3

Episode 1: Wanheda: Part One

Episode 2: Wanheda: Part Two

Episode 3: Ye Who Enter Here

Episode 4: Watch the Thrones

Episode 5: Hakeldama

Episode 6: Bitter Harvest

Episode 7: Thirteen

Episode 8: Terms and Conditions

Episode 9: Stealing Fire

Episode 10: Fallen

Episode 11: Nevermore

Episode 12: Demons

Episode 13: Join or Die

Episode 14: Red Sky at Morning

Episode 15: Perverse Instantiation – Part One

Episode 16: Perverse Instantiation – Part Two

Season 4

Episode 1: Echoes

Episode 2: Heavy Lies the Crown

Episode 3: The Four Horsemen

Episode 4: A Lie Guarded

Episode 5: The Tinder Box

Episode 6: We Will Rise

Episode 7: Gimme Shelter

Episode 8: God Complex

Episode 9: DNR

Episode 10: Die All, Die Merrily

Episode 11: The Other Side

Episode 12: The Chosen

Episode 13: Praimfaya

Season 5

Episode 1: Eden

Episode 2: Red Queen

Episode 3: Sleeping Giants

Episode 4: Pandora's Box

Episode 5: Shifting Sands

Episode 6: Exit Wonds

Episode 7: Acceptable Losses

Episode 8: How We Get to Peace

Episode 9: Sic Semper Tyrannis

Episode 10: The Warriors Will

Episode 11: The Dark Year

Episode 12: Damocles – Part One

Episode 13: Damocles – Part Two

Season 6

Episode 1: Sanctum

Episode 2: Red Sun Rising

Episode 3: The Children of Gabriel

Episode 4: The Face Behind the Glass

Episode 5: The Gospel of Josephine

Episode 6: Memento Mori

Episode 7: Nevermind

Episode 8: The Old Man and the Anomaly

Episode 9: What You Take With You

Episode 10: Matryoshka

Episode 11: Ashes to Ashes

Episode 12: Adjustment Protocol

Episode 13: The Blood of Sanctum

Season 7

Episode 1: From the Ashes

Episode 2: The Garden

Episode 3: False Gods

Episode 4: Hesperides

Episode 5: Welcome to Bardo

Episode 6: Nakara

Episode 7: The Queen's Gambi

Episode 8: Anaconda

Episode 9: The Flock

Episode 10: A Little Sacrifice

Episode 11: Etherea

Episode 12: The Stranger

Episode 13: Blood Giant

Episode 14: A Sort of Homecoming

Episode 15: The Dying of the Light

Episode 16: The Last War

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