#scott has the patience of a saint for dealing with him

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The one where Marcus and Scully find out they got dosed with a sex drug. Contrary to the title, this is 110% on like Donkey Kong. Close the door and let the good times fucking roll. 🤘🏻

Bless Scott’s heart for having to deal with these agitated horn balls who cannot help their snappiness and just want to tear each other’s clothes off. He truly has the patience and sympathy of a saint. I hope the information he’s able to gain from this mishap (read:miracle) gains him a big old promotion or something.

I love that Marcus is so intent on staying close and making sure she’s okay. The fact that he holds her hand the whole damn time they’re going from A to B is peak Pike chivalry and concern.

The fact that reader assumes that he will regret things or try to act like they didn’t happen afterwards makes me SO INCREDIBLY SAD and this cliff hanger had me YELLING at my phone. Congratulations, it’s officially a rollercoaster.

Rachael this story is so fun and entertaining and I am so glad that you decided to write it!!

The Truth Is Out There: This Is Not Happening

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Art Conservator/Restoration Specialist FBI Agent

Word Count: 2,631

Chapter Rating: M (language, unintentional drug use, the effects of drug use)

Series Warnings: Sex Pollen (with a twist), no use of Y/N, female reader insert, Reader works for the FBI in art restoration/conservation and has a nickname that is used often by Marcus. In this house we cannot stand Teresa and Jane and that is reflected in this story.

Summary: You’re out of the clean room and in the hotel, but that presents a much more unique challenge - especially after finding out what the drug you ingested does. 

Author’s Note: This is a short one (might be the shortest chapter of anything I’ve ever posted, to be honest), but the next ones are not. I left it on a cliffhanger, but please forgive me. Thank you so much for reading and interacting; I appreciate you all so much! 

Inbox is open, as always. Come talk about Marcus with me!

Masterlist / Unrequited / One Breath / The Truth

You were both silent, the steady whir of the filter loud after being in the quiet of the other room for so long. But you felt a charge in the small space, and the longer you looked at Marcus’ back, the stronger it became. I want to kiss him. I want to touch him, and I want … I want him. “Marcus, you don’t need to look away. We can both -”

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Love

One-Shot

Description: Asexual!Bucky thinks he is broken beyond repair, until you show him that he has been complete all this while.

Warnings: Angst, bad language, mention of sex toys, romance and fluff

@jtargaryen18 organised a writing challenge for reaching 4k followers and of course I have to participate multiple times! 😍 I am sorry this entry is a little late 🙈

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A/N: This is the first time I am writing an asexual character. Whatever I have written is based upon my knowledge that I have gathered by reading various articles and posts on asexuality. The reason I am writing this is because I want to have an equal amount of straight and LGBTQ+ stories in my masterlist, so that there's something for everyone to enjoy. Hence, if you are an asexual person or know someone who is, and you realise that anything in my story is incorrectly represented, then please let me know. I will immediately correct it, issue an apology and accept my mistake publicly. 

I don’t consent to have any of my work published or featured on any third party app, website or translated. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but Tumblr and AO3, it has been reposted without my permission. In that case, please do share the link and let me know.

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"I cannot fucking believe this!" Karen shouted, "What are you like gay or something?"

Bucky winced at her venomous words. "You need to leave," he said in a quiet, respectful tone.

"Like hell I am going to leave. I want answers!" she placed her hands on her hips and stomped her foot. "What is it? Am I not sexy enough for you? Are you not attracted by this?!" she gestured towards the skimpy lingerie currently hugging her body.

Bucky met her eyes as he responded, "I do not want to have sex with you." 

She huffed, clearly not convinced, "Why not? We have been going out for what, 3 months now? And you still don't want to have sex with me? What is the issue here? Is it-" she paused suddenly, her eyes traveling down his torso to his crotch, "You can't get it up can you?" she sneered.

Bucky shook his head, too exhausted to deal with her, "Karen, it's nothing like that. I just do not want to get physical with you. That's all."

"Oh! Ooooohh!" she bent backwards a bit, "So it was fine to hug me, cuddle with me and hold my hands. But when it comes to sex, you suddenly become a pious celibate saint! What the fuck Bucky?"

Bucky sighed, and handed Karen back her coat, "We are done. Please leave."

She laughed dryly, "Oh abso-fucking-lutely we are done. You know what I think?" she asked while wearing the coat, "I think that you are too old grandpa and that your tiny ass tortured gay dick cannot salute on its own. Because no man in his right mind would deny this," she again pointed to herself. "Super-soldier my ass," she muttered as she left.

The door to his apartment closed with a loud bang, leaving an echo in its wake. Bucky stood still, rooted to his spot. If it were not for the silent tears rolling down his cheeks, anybody could have mistaken him for a statue. 

Slowly, he sat on the floor, his gentle sobs rocking his body as he hugged his knees. 

Decades of torture by the hands of Hydra had left him crippled, physically, mentally and emotionally. When he had been saved by Steve, he had started to piece his life back together, bit by bit. Things such as books, movies, music became tiny jigsaw pieces that slowly filled the void in his life. 

After the final galactic battle with Thanos, Bucky had been officially initiated to the Avengers team, or rather what was left of it. The team soon became an extended family, a family that Bucky was still getting used to. It was especially irksome when Sam and Scott decided to set him up on a date with Karen from Research & Development (R&D), despite his protests.

It wasn't that Bucky didn't desire a relationship. He wanted to be close to someone, experience romance, feel their heartbeat in a close embrace and place light kisses on their forehead. 

But he didn't want to have sex.

At first, he thought he might not have met the right woman. So he searched for porn online, which did little to sway his feelings. He put the issue on a backburner, the safety of the people and the urgency of his missions steering the wheel of his life for a while. 

But when Sam and Scott proudly announced their grand plans for Bucky's date, he remembered his "issue" again. He looked at Karen closely whenever they went on dates together. She looked perfect. Beautiful hair, soft glowing skin, curves in all the right places, all packed in a graceful, slender body.

Bucky liked being close to her, but he was still not getting aroused. Hence, he stopped her advancements everytime she tried to get physical. Karen tolerated it for a while, before her patience wore out tonight.

As the sun rose in the sky, Bucky was still seated on the floor, his cheeks now stained with tears that had stopped sometime in the night, though a sniff escaped from him every few minutes. He looked at the sunlight pouring in from the window, broken by the window-panes, landing at his feet in two rays with a comforting warmth. It was in that moment that Bucky realised, Hydra had truly broken him.

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"We have various types of dildos available. There's The Classic, Textured, Long and Thin, Short and Thick, Vibrators, Transparent Plexiglass Dildos, Strap-Ons, G-Spot Dildos, Double-Ended, Squirting Dildos and ones that also come with a suction grip. Are you looking for yourself or are you looking for something to enjoy with your partner?" the helpful saleswoman asked you.

You stroked your chin in thought, "It's only for me. I already have a vibrator that I bought about a year back. The G-Spot ones have never really worked for me. I am looking to try something new. What is the suction grip one?" 

The attendant handed you the dildo and showed you the suction grip at the end of it, "You can use this to place and stick it on any flat surface you want, whether it's the floor or the wall or the side of your desk. It guarantees a completely hands-free pleasurable experience."

You stuck it on the wall besides the showcase to test the theory. It worked. "Neat! I will take this one," you smiled as the attendant went to fetch a fresh piece.

You paid for your new sex toy and walked back to the Avengers compound with your small white shopping bag in tow.

When you reached your desk, you heard Karen bitching as usual about something to Jessica. At first, you blocked them out like you did almost everyday, but then a name in their conversation caught your attention.

"He's the Winter Soldier alright. He's completely frozen down there," Karen whispered loudly with disgust. 

"Even that red sexy lingerie didn't do anything for him?" Jessica gasped dramatically.

"No!"

"That's crazy! That hot-red piece will convert even the most gayest of the guys! And it didn't do anything for him? Wow," Jessica responded.

Karen added, "You know something? I have always thought he was extremely weird. Like, dude, I know you were tortured by Hydra or whatever, but get over it man! It's been years since he was free. He should enjoy life and stop being such a wimp. I am 100% sure he is impotent."

"You know I was digging into him the other night," Jessica said in a hushed whisper, "and I saw a message board online which suggested that his penis has been completely cut by Hydra. This person knows all such secrets about these alleged superheros. You should follow him."

"What is his username?"

"Proud-Flat-Earther-MotherFuckers. Wait, I will send you the link," Jessica offered. 

Having heard enough of their nonsense, you made your way towards the HR department. Maybe both Karen and Jessica had forgotten, but talking about the personal lives of Avengers was strictly against the rules and was considered as reason enough to fire employees. 

You filed a complaint with the HR and within a few hours, both the women were fired on the spot. You savored the moment with relish, as their faces turned aghast at the realisation that their actions had consequences. You went up to them, watching the pair clean their desks, with unabashed glee. 

"You know something Karen?" you asked her, "Just because a man refuses to have sex, it didn't mean that he's a wimp, or gay or an impotent. But if you do choose to think of him that way, then it surely makes you a sexiest and a homophobic person."

Karen looked at you furiously, "You bitch! I lost my job because you went and blabbed in front of the HR!"

You chuckled at her outburst, "Oh my dearest Karen. Yes I did go and rat you out to the HR. But that's not what got the two of you fired."

"Then what did?" Jessica asked as she joined the conversation. 

You folded your hands for effect, "Your hateful comments and toxic views cost you your jobs. People like you think that just by using the latest iPhone or following the latest trends, you are a modern, 21st century person. But in reality, it is your open mindset which makes you a member of the modern society. If you would open your mind just as much as you open your legs, trust me, the two of you will be much better off."

You turned to leave, but stopped yourself, "Just a suggestion. Stop using words like gay and impotent as insults. It will help you retain your next job for a longer time." You winked at their speechless faces, and happily returned to your desk. 

Your job in R&D was taxing and so, you always found yourself working late. Today was no exception either. As you left your office at around 8pm, you saw Bucky heading towards the elevator which led to his apartment. You always had a soft spot for the brunette super-soldier. For starters, you couldn't even begin to comprehend the tortures he must have endured in his past. And the fact that he was trying to piece his life back together again? It was truly commendable.

He always kept to himself, his eyes downcast and his body language unsure. And after what you had heard today, you felt even more sorry for the guy. Turning towards the cafeteria, you picked up a box of vanilla-strawberry French macarons for him, thanking the heavens above for the free food available at the Avengers compound. You held the white bag with macarons in your left hand, being mindful of not confusing it with the similar white bag in your right which contained your new sex toy. 

A few moments later, you found yourself in front of his apartment. You had visited him twice before to adjust his vibranium arm or to sort out a few tweaks, but never before had you visited him so late in the evening. 

You knocked, feeling a little hesitant as you did so. He was surprised to find you standing on the opposite of the door, however, he still greeted you courteously nonetheless. 

Before you could state your reason for the visit, he said sincerely, "I heard what you did today. Thank you. I really appreciated it."

Now it was your turn to be surprised, "Oh. Ummm. It's okay really Mr Barnes. It was nothing. You don't need to-"

"No. It wasn't just nothing. You could have turned a deaf ear and ignored them. Yet you chose to stand-up for me. Thank you," a small smile laced his face and you melted on the spot.

You had a crush on Bucky. A BIG one. Could anyone blame you? This guy was a hot, sexy mess of an ice-cream sundae that left you hungry for more even on the coldest nights of the year. 

You realised you were staring into his steel-blue eyes like a creep, and immediately cleared your throat. "What-what they did was wrong. Karen had no right to demean you for your desires or lack of them. I-," you sighed, "I am sorry for what she said. It was disrespectful and hurtful. So I brought you something that I hope will cheer you up."

You awkwardly raised your right hand, "I got you some vanilla-strawberry macarons from the cafeteria."

Bucky did cheer up a bit at the mention of his favourite food. He eagerly took the bag with a huge smile, "Thank you," he said once again as you shook your head. "Thank you for everything you do to keep us safe Mr Barnes. I must be on my way now. Goodnight," and with that you left, grinning like an idiot.

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You took a bath, ate your dinner and slipped into comfortable pyjamas. Excited to try your new sex toy tonight, you unpacked the bag expecting to see the nondescript box of the dildo. Instead, 5 delicious macarons stared back at you with innocence. 

You stumbled backwards in shock, the impact of your action settling like a dull, heavy weight in your stomach. "Oh no no no no," you whispered, horrified.

You immediately rushed to your window and pulled aside the curtain to look at Bucky's building, as if expecting to see him staring daggers at you. One of the privileges of working with the Avengers? You got to stay in a nice apartment within the compound itself. Your residential complex was a little further away from the main building, covered easily by 15 minutes of walking. 

Feeling hyper, you frantically searched for a coat and almost ran out of your house. You rushed back in to keep the box in the bag and again, dashed towards the elevator. 

Hoping that Bucky would have yet to open the box, you sent a silent prayer to all the gods and goddesses in the skies above, even Thor. Meh, you never know when an ex-Avenger could be of help.

You sprinted towards the other building, a multitude of thoughts clouding your mind- What if he was offended by it? Would he file a complaint against me? It would be sorta ironic if I was fired for this! Shit he would think my apology was false and I am probably mocking him.

You reached his apartment, a panting, huffing mess of a person. You knocked frantically, his door shaking with force at your desperation. However, you jumped as Bucky whispered your name from behind you, "Are you okay? What's going on?" he asked with concern as you turned around to face him.

"Did-did you op-open the bo-ox?" you questioned him while panting like a dog. 

He furrowed his brows in response, "No I was planning to open it in a few minutes. Please tell me what's going on. Why do you look so scared?"

You bent over double, your stomach cramping thanks to your impromptu running, "Thi-this is your bag," you held up the package, "That ba-bag is mine."

"Okay," Bucky said slowly, still unsure of your behaviour, "Should I open the door to retrieve your bag?"

You nodded as he stepped aside, "Why are you not wearing any shoes?"

You looked down at your feet at his query, small blades of grass had stuck to your naked feet along with dirt. "I was in a hur-hurry to get to you," you managed to say between your breaths.

Bucky just nodded in response. It was then that you noticed the pack of paper tissues in his hand. He opened the door and stepped inside, beckoning you to follow him. He pointed to the white bag kept on the table while he looked at it with worry. "Will it explode?" he solicited.

"Uhh no," you replied awkwardly.

"Is it dangerous?" curiosity etched on Bucky's face as you swapped the bags.

"No, it's nothing like that," you looked down at your feet, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks with embarrassment.

He narrowed his eyes, "Then what is it?"

"I can't tell you," you quietly admitted, "but here are your macarons. I am really sorry for this. Didn't mean to disturb you from whatever you had planned," you pointed to the box of tissues still in his hand. 

Bucky noticed the underlying question in your statement, "I was about to watch a movie. So needed these to clear the mess."

Your eyes went wide at his sincerity. While you had a crush on him, you definitely did not want to know about Bucky's late night masturbation adventures. Shaking your head, you raised your hands and started walking backwards, "I am sorry I disturbed your nightly… activities. I get out of your hair."

"Actually, would you like to join me for the movie?" Bucky asked hopefully, "We have the macarons and you seem like you need to calm your nerves."

You were surprised for the third time that day. Did Bucky just ask you to masturbate with him? Or have sex while eating the macarons? Or did he want to eat them after you guys have had sex? A flurry of questions swirled in your mind as you stared at him with a slightly open mouth. 

Bucky interpreted your gaze and stumbled to clarify himself, "As friends! Would you like to watch a movie with me as a friend?"

You slowly nodded your affirmation, "Yeah okay. Which movie are we watching?" 

"The Notebook," he revealed with a smile, "It's an extremely emotional movie. Ummm what's the term? Tear-jerker? Uhh yeah, it's a real tear-jerker of a movie."

"Oh so that's why…" you pointed at the tissues. "Yeah," he confirmed, "I tend to cry a lot while watching that movie. And… ummm… I am the kind of person who cries ugly. You know, all tears and snot. So yeah… I need the whole box."

"That's… that's actually sweet," you smiled, "Trust me you are not alone. I start crying as soon as the titles appear on the screen."

He got excited at your confession, "Yes! Exactly! It's because you know what's going to come and you are just mentally preparing yourself."

You chuckled with him in affirmation as he led you further into his apartment.

You freshened up a bit in his washroom, making sure to clean your feet and the residue on your face from the sweat.

Bucky was standing besides your bag when you entered the living room, "Now that we are friends," he intoned, "will you please tell me what's inside of this?"

You sighed, "Mr Barnes-." 

"Bucky," he corrected you and you smiled. 

"Will you promise me you will not take any offense or be insulted by it? I really did not mean to swap the bags."

"I trust you," Bucky said with assurance.

"It's…it is a sex toy," you mumbled quietly. Any normal human wouldn't have heard you, but Bucky's enhanced hearing caught your words flawlessly. 

He took a moment to process your words, and finally, to your amazement, burst out laughing. 

You sheepishly smiled at his reaction as your heart felt a little lighter. "That is embarrassing," he agreed with a wide grin. 

The two of you settled on the couch as Bucky's chuckles lessened. He kept the box of macarons between you two, but hesitated to begin the movie.

You sensed his curiosity, and clarified, "I haven't been in a relationship in a very long time. It's been… 2 years I guess… since my last breakup." You took a deep breath, "And my job doesn't exactly leave a lot of time on my hands for dating or one-night-stands."

Bucky seemed to consider your words for what felt like a long time. Finally, he asked quietly, "What does it feel like? To… to want another person… sexually?"

You blinked your eyes, thinking you must have misheard him. But then, his gaze met yours, and you knew his question was sincere.

"It feels like…," you raked your mind in search for the appropriate words, "...like your entire body is on fire, and you need the touch of the other person to quench your thirst. Like, just for a few moments, you want to shut your mind, and let your body think for you."

Bucky nodded slowly as you finished, "But what if you feel that in your heart? And not for your body?"

You squint your eyes at his question, "What do you mean Bucky?"

He placed his head in his hands, "I just… I don't feel like that with anyone. I mean, I don't want to have sex. Trust me I have tried everything. Literally everything. Still I don't feel aroused… I am broken, aren't I? Because this is abnormal, right? No matter how hard I try I will never be normal."

Your heart shattered at his words. You had heard about his horrid nightmares, but to think that he was struggling to accept himself, thinking that he was broken, even when he had so much love to give, was depressing. You could not just stand by and watch.

Gently, you placed a hand on his shoulder, "Bucky, look at me." When he didn't comply, you urged him, "Bucky, you are not broken. It is completely normal to not have any sexual desires."

"No it's not," he scoffed.

"Yes it is," you coerced him, "Do you know what is asexuality? It is the complete absence of sexual desires. Many people-"

He interrupted you, "There is no such thing. You are making this up."

"I am not," you replied indignantly, "Research indicates that more than 1% of the American population is asexual. Also, experts believe that more people might be asexuals because they think that they "haven't found the right person yet"," you ended with air quotes.

With no reaction from him, you sighed and got up, "Do yourself a favour. Use the internet and learn about asexuality. It will help put your mind at ease." You left after giving that piece of advice.

Bucky stayed in the same position for a few moments after your departure. He nibbled on a macaron as he considered the movie playing in front of him. Unable to focus, he promptly shut it all and carried the box to his bed. The macarons disappeared into his mouth as he tossed and turned, feeling restless. 

There was no way asexuality was a thing. If it was, then how come there were no movies, tv shows or even advertisements on asexuality? That's because it wasn't normal, right? Maybe you had just lied to him to make him feel better? Maybe you took pity on him?

He looked at his phone on the table near the tv set, your final words repeating in his head in a loop. The combination of tiredness and laziness encouraged him to take your advice in the morning.

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You didn't see Bucky for 3 days after your fateful encounter with him. The fact that you still had your job at the Avengers Tower meant that he hadn't filed a complaint yet with the HR. And for that you were grateful. Friday came and you found yourself working late, again. It was around 10pm and you were still in your lab, almost done with the work. That's when you heard the small swoosh of the lab doors opening and closing.

You looked up from your table, and found Bucky staring intently at you with his blue eyes. He cleared his throat and tentatively took a step towards you. "You were right," he said slowly, "I researched online, read a few articles and spoke with the in-house therapist. I am an," he took a deep breath, "an asexual."

You closed your laptop and smiled at his confession, "How are you feeling now?"

"Honestly? A little bit better. I feel somewhat free," he admitted while gripping the white bag in his hand a little bit tighter.

"That's great! I am so proud of the progress you have made," you beamed at him, but sensed his hesitance as you neared him.

"What's wrong?" you gently inquired.

"You are… not… I mean… by any chance… asexual?" he winced at his own question.

You chuckled lightly, "No I am not."

"Ahh, then it's okay," he murmured and turned as if to leave.

You stopped him by placing a hand on his firm bicep, "What's going on?"

He shifted on his feet, visibly uncomfortable and anxious, "I was just… no nevermind it's stupid."

"Bucky," you said his name in a stern voice.

He sighed again, "I thought… I mean I owe you a movie because… of that night… and so… you know… would you like to watch it? The movie? But why would you? You deserve better… you are not an asexual. You are normal. Why would you want to go on a date with me?" he finally ended his mumbling.

You looked at him with squinted eyes, trying to decipher what he had muttered. "Did you just say you would like to go on a date with me? But it was stupid because you are an asexual and I am normal?" you blinked as he nodded.

"Who told you that you are not normal?" you asked him, a little irritated, "Bucky look at me." This time he complied, "You. Are. Normal. As normal as me, as the other Avengers or as anybody else in the world. Do not, for even one goddamn second, think that there's something wrong with you because there isn't. Are you listening to me? Am I clear?" you wagged your forefinger at him.

Amused at your outburst, he nodded with a sheepish grin. Clearing his throat, he asked you again, "Would you like to watch a movie with me tomorrow? As a date?"

You placed your hands on your waist, "Yes."

His grin widened as he asked you the next question, "Still mad at me?"

"Uh-huh."

"Maybe these cupcakes will help," he shyly held up the white bag in front of you, "I made sure they were cupcakes," he added with a smirk.

You graciously accepted the bag, "Cupcakes will always help."

"Great! It's a date then. Tomorrow… at 4pm? My apartment?" Bucky suggested.

You agreed, and he left with a goodbye. As soon as he was out of sight, you opened the box, expecting to see the usual cupcakes inside. Instead, you found that the sweet treats were decorated with cute messages such as "U R Cute" , "Be Mine?" , "So Sweet" and so on. Feeling mushy at his adorable gesture, you bit into the sweet treat as you headed back to your apartment.

The next day, you made sure to wear a purple dress, complete with black, grey and white accessories - the colours of the asexual flag. Bucky beamed at you as he welcomed you into his apartment. He had made a snack mix from popcorn, crispy pretzels, chips and nachos, the perfect accompaniment to any movie according to him, and you couldn't agree more.

The pair of you watched The Notebook in silence, except for a few sobs and sniffs here and there and the straight up bawling during the emotional parts of the movie.

After a while, the film ended but your date continued. The two of you talked about everything, right from the meaningful discussions about the government policies to random questions like "which mythical creature would you be and why?"

Soon, it was time for you to head back to your apartment. Bucky offered to walk you and you happily agreed. But before you left, he asked you nervously, "Would you like to have a second date?"

"I would love to," you beamed, "Which movie should we watch the next time?"

He ran his hand in his somewhat disheveled hair, "Uhh… I actually made a date jar. Wait, I will get it."

He brought over a glass jar, filled with tiny bits of folded paper, "I thought we could have dates that start from each English alphabet. We can pick and choose at random from the jar."

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes again at his thoughtful and romantic gesture. You gingerly picked one note from the jar, excited for the adventure that awaited the two of you.

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It took more than 2 years for the pair of you to finish every date in the date jar, except for one. Whether it was jet-skiing in the ocean, taking classes for flamenco dance, him teaching you self-defense or going on a wildlife safari together, you and Bucky finally got through it all. Only the letter "P" was now left.

In these 2 years, any distance between the two of you had practically vanished. Bucky was comfortable in removing his bionic arm in front of you. Moreover, he had started sharing everything with you. Right from his darkest and disturbing nightmares to a pretty butterfly that he may have seen during his missions, Bucky made it a point to ensure that you were a part of his life, and you had absolutely no complaints.

The two of you had also discussed about your sexual desires, and Bucky had been comfortable with you using your sex toys as and when you wished.

Bucky was the perfect boyfriend anybody could ask for. He was considerate, thoughtful, a hardcore feminist and gave the best foot-rubs in the world. And so you were nervous. Nervous because the two of you had never actually sat down to talk about the nature of your relationship. And as the day of the last date loomed nearer, your anxiety increased. At first, you thought of making a second date jar, but he had quickly dismissed the idea, stating that he would be caught up with multiple things after the last date ended.

As you sat in the car that Bucky had sent for you, your apprehension grew. Bucky always picked you up, however this time, he had asked you to come alone in the car. Maybe he wanted to break up with you?

By the time you reached the park it was pitch black. You were sure Bucky had paid the guards to keep the gates of the park open just for you.

As soon as you entered, you saw the pathway lined with 25 lamp posts, leading you towards a breathtaking archway decorated with fairy lights and your favourite flowers.

On every lamp post, a photograph of the two of you - which were taken on your dates - was stuck along with a note. The notes described how he fell in love with you over and over again on every single date. Your progress was slow, as read each of his meticulously written words with tears in your eyes. You collected all of his notes and the photographs, and finally headed towards the lit archway.

When you entered it, the instrumental notes of the song "All of Me" by John Legend reached your ears.

You walked ahead and reached a bend. Upon crossing it, you were showered with rose petals as the live music grew louder. And at the end of the archway, your boyfriend, James Buchanan Barnes, was standing in a tuxedo, looking as sinfully good as the forbidden fruit. The entire area around him was lit with soft fairy lights that cascaded gracefully between tall lamp posts. Even on the ground, small wooden lamps illuminated the grass across the area. A live band was playing the music and your Bucky was standing with the most gorgeous bouquet of red roses that you had ever seen.

Your vision turned blurry as you started crying, and looking at your tears, he started sobbing as well. "No no no I can't cry now," he managed to say between his sobs while giving you his handkerchief, "I have to do this."

He got down on one knee and took your hand in his. You both laughed as you started crying harder. He took a deep breath and said your name, "These 2 years have been the most magical years of my life. You have accepted me as who I am, what I am, and never once tried to change me or make fun of me for it. I never thought I would be treated with the amount of respect that-" he started crying, unable to finish his sentence.

You sat beside him and handed him your kerchief. "Yes," you said with a tear-stained smile.

"Let me ask you first!" he exclaimed between his sobs.

You laughed and wiped your snot as he cleared his throat, "I love you so much. You are the only one I want to-" he started crying again.

"Yes!" you answered his unsaid question.

"I haven't asked you yet!" he exclaimed again as the two of you giggled between your sobs.

"Okay c'mon Bucky you can do this," he muttered to himself as you beamed at him. "Okay," he looked into your eyes and whispered your name, "Will you do me the honour of marrying me and becoming my wife?"

You choked up at finally hearing the words. Rendered speechless, you could only nod as fresh tears escaped your eyes.

"You have to say yes!" he almost shouted with excitement.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!!" you matched his enthusiasm as he slipped a ring onto your finger. His large arms then engulfed you in a bear hug, wrapping you in a safe and secure space for eternity to come.

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[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

INFINITI GENEVIEVE LYONS

CW: IMAGE OF SPIDER

The Vain Priestess

“When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but with creatures bristling with prejudice and motivated by pride and vanity.” ― Dale Carnegie

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Infiniti Genevieve Lyons

Nicknames: Fifi, Fini

Faceclaim: Emma Stone

Age: 24

Gender: Cis Female

Sexuality: Bisexual Biromantic Polygamous

Height: 5′7″

Weight: 121lbs

Birthday: March 29th

Sign: Aries

Occupation: Hooters Waitress; College Student; Satanic Priestess

Q45t “QT”

QT is Infiniti’s familiar, a Huntsman spider from Israel. She’s very sardonic like her master, and likes to throw fits from time to time. While she has a major attitude, she’s dutiful and will do what is asked of her. She has had to both kill and die in the name of their cause. She sounds like Fran Drescher in The Nanny.

QUICK FACTS

Infiniti has a distaste for most animals, and the sentiment is typically returned. She is fond of spiders, however, and will feed ones she finds in her house.

She is very vain and puts herself before every priority except one.

In order to preserve her good looks, as well as get whatever she wanted, she made a deal with Satan in high school. The frequent use of said deal brought her to become a Priestess for Satan.

As Stan is Satan’s vessel, Infiniti has a set of skills to help with him. She is able to maintain Satan’s (or Nalkyra’s) possession of Stan for longer than normal, and has access to things necessary for healing them should they get hurt. She can make the blackness on his arms recede, provided she is with him, if safety is a concern. She is skilled at spellwork and healing salves, as well as maintaining an altar.

She’s known for sitting out and not getting her nails dirty, but when she does eventually step in, all Hell will break loose.

She’s still close to her girl friends from Raisins, and spends a lot of time with Mercedes and Porsche. They hang out frequently.

Her generosity and patience are limited and usually vented into other people. However, she can be kind, even if she mostly weaponizes it.

Headcanon Masterlist

TAGS LIST

Move A Little Closer Now (Infiniti Lyons)

I'mma Be That Bitch (Infiniti Musings)

Don't Care If You Think I'm Dumb I Don't Care At All (Infiniti Aesthetic)

I Don’t Go To Parties And I Don’t Smoke Pot (Infiniti Closet)

Now I Don’t Use The Lord’s Name In Vain A Lot But When I Do It’s The Only Goddamn Thing That He’s Good For (Infiniti Headcanons)

The Only Goddamn Thing That I Regret (Infiniti Journal Entries)

I Don’t Know How To Love (QT)

VERSES

TBD

MAINS AND SHIPS

MAINS

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Michael - Big Man On Campus  (Infiniti and Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Kyle - I Know Exactly What I Want And Who I Want To Be (Infiniti and Kyle - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@throughxthexmist​ - Kenny - They Move Right Through You Just Like Your Breath (Infiniti and Kenny - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​ - Larshett - Behind Every Successful Man (Infiniti and Larshett - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​ - Jimmy - People They Don’t Mean A Thing To You (Infiniti and Jimmy - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​ - Stan - Nothing’s Gonna Harm You  (Infiniti and Stan - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​ - Satan - Let’s Play Master And Servant  (Infiniti and Satan - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​ - Nalkyra - It’s Always A Good Time  (Infiniti and Nalkyra - ThroughxThexMist)

@south-park-saints-and-sinners​ - Scott - You’re A Sugar Rush (Infiniti and Scott - South-Park-Saints-And-Sinners)

SHIPS

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Kyle - She'll Use Your Corpse As A Catwalk (Kyle x Infiniti - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

[elisaphoenix13]

Iron Baby And Spider Baby

It happened again. Only this time, Peter wasn't the only one to be turned into a baby.

So was Tony.

And he was testing what was left of Stephen's patience.

The sorcerer already lost a good amount of it when the spell of a training apprentice (not his) went haywire. Neither she or the master she was training under knew how she had gotten from a fire spell to a de-aging one, so it was up to the Sorcerer Supreme to find a way to reverse it. Except, two babies were a lot more work than one. One wanted to cling, and the other constantly wandered off so he could never sit down long enough to actually look into the reversal spell.

Three guesses to who the wandering child was.

Stephen wanted to just lay down and die, but he instead drops his book onto the table with a exasperated sigh (he had returned to the tower so the two affected wouldn't get hit by another spell), and stands up when something crashes.

"I swear to the Vishanti, you are bad enough as my husband. You will not be my child too!" Stephen shouts as he makes his way to the living room. Thankfully, Peter was content to glue himself to the sorcerer's hip and suck his thumb, and most importantly stay out of trouble.

Small mercies.

Stephen turns the corner into the living room to find a shattered vase on the floor, something he didn't even realize they had, and baby Tony sitting nearby trying to rip open the tv remote. Leave it to a child to find things they can break. If this was how he really was as a baby, Maria Stark must have had the patience of a saint. The doctor had barely been home with Tony and Peter for an hour and he already wanted to duct tape his  age reduced husband to the wall.

"Tony, you are a walking hazard." Stephen confiscates the remote when the engineer manages to pop the back open, and uses his magic to put the vase back together and out of the way.

"Hey!" The miniaturized Stark yells.

"I'm not risking you shoving batteries up your nose. That seems like something you might have done at this age."

Stephen leans over and scoops Tony up into one arm, carrying him back toward the kitchen until the elevator wooshes open and Rhodey and Loki step out. They both freeze at the sorcerer's burdens and Rhodey bursts into laughter seconds later. Loki just looked at the toddlers warily.

"Oh you think this is funny?" Stephen asks furiously before shoving Tony at Rhodey. "You get to watch him now."

"Hey! Wait! I didn't sign up for this! I barely survived college with him!" Rhodey holds the baby engineer out at arms length and Tony gives him a mischievous smile.

"Neither did I! If Peter wasn't behaving, this tower would be up in flames! He's being a little shit and making finding a reversal spell extremely difficult!" Stephen exhales sharply.

Colonel Rhodes relents wordlessly and takes Tony back into the living room while Loki eyes Peter softly. "Shall I take the Spider-Cub?"

Stephen rubs his eyes. Peter was behaving and barely bothered him, but being able to put his full attention on a reversal spell would make things go faster. He didn't want to deal with two babies for more than a few hours if he could help it. If it was just Peter, this wouldn't be a problem at all. In fact, he would secretly extend the time looking for a cure just to keep baby Peter around a little longer.

He was cute.

"Sure. He should be alright with Legos, just make sure he doesn't put any in his mouth or anything like that." The god of mischief nods and holds out his arms for Peter, but the boy whines and clings onto Stephen even more.

"Stay with Mama!"

Stephen sighs. "Please go play with Uncle Loki and Uncle Rhodey. Then I can fix you and your father faster."

With a bit of willpower, he resists the puppy eyes directed at him and Peter hangs his head. "Okay."

He reaches out for Loki, who takes him gently and joins the colonel in the living room, and Stephen visibly deflates. The puppy eyes were bad enough when Peter was a teenager, but on baby Peter? Ten times more effective and just as hard to resist. They were a dangerous weapon indeed and he felt a little sorry for Rhodey and Loki. They didn't have as much practice as he did with resisting them.

Scott and Clint would probably be better options to help with the babies but he would only call for them if Loki and Rhodey couldn't handle it.

"FRIDAY, let me know if Colonel Rhodes or Loki get overwhelmed."

"Yes doctor."

________________

Three hours passed and Stephen barely started on a possible spell to fix his family when FRIDAY alerted him that Rhodey had somewhere to be. The sorcerer kind of believed it but at the same time knew how much trouble Tony could get into, so that was probably a factor as well. He didn't blame him one bit.

So he decided a break was necessary and returned to the living room...just to burst into laughter at what he found. It wasn't Peter still calmly playing with his Legos with Loki sitting in front of him on the floor (that was rather cute actually), it was the fact that Rhodey had done what Stephen wanted to do in the first place.

He duct taped Tony to the wall.

"I'm tapped out Strange. I can see why you were frustrated."

That only made Stephen laugh harder. In just a few seconds he was bent over, he could hardly breathe, and tears were rolling down his face. If it were any other child, he would not be happy about it, but it was Tony. It was also blackmail material.

"FRIDAY, I want pictures and video of Tony as long as he's a baby. This is perfect for future blackmail." Stephen says when his laughter finally tapers off to chuckles.

"Way ahead of you." The AI responds smugly.

"I really do have somewhere to be...and I really don't want to be on diaper duty." Rhodey says.

Loki nods. "As much as I like Peter...I share the colonel's sentiment."

Stephen waves at them. "Peter is no problem, and Tony is just sooner than I thought."

Rhodey snorts. "I don't envy you Strange. Anyway, just give me a call when he's back to normal. Not a minute before."

"Thank you Rhodey."

"I'll be sure to let him know how much of a lucky bastard he is to have you." The colonel says before leaving the family floor.

Stephen grabs the baby supplies left over from the last incident, thankful that he had the mind to keep everything in case something like this ever happened again, and was quick to change Peter. Once he was freshened up, Loki took him back and the sorcerer stands to regard the pouting child taped to the wall. He had half a mind to leave him there, but a dirty diaper wasn't exactly healthy or comfortable to sit in. He could always tape him back to the wall and call Clint or Scott to take over so he could go back to the spell.

Maybe both. Scott could watch Tony and Clint could make them something to eat.

It was nice having the Avengers. Depending on a situation, they could be a reliable clean up crew, or a babysitting service.

"You know...I didn't think I would be changing your diapers for at least another thirty years."

"Want down!" The captive baby yells.

"Don't yell at me or I'll leave you there dirty diaper and all."

Tony frowns. "Please."

"That's better." Stephen frees him and asks FRIDAY to call up Clint and Scott (if they were available) as he changes baby Tony's diaper with just a little bit of awkwardness. "I love you...but this is still a little weird. I will forever hold this over your head."

Loki looks over at him and smiles. "You and me both."

"I give you full permission." The doctor says as he finishes and Tony climbs onto the couch and turns on the tv.

With any luck, he would behave for a couple of hours. Both Clint and Scott arrive just a couple minutes later, and Stephen points at the child on the couch.

"You two are on babysitting duty. Clint, I suggest making them something to eat."

They both stare at Tony, barely giving Peter a glance. "Is that...?" Clint starts.

"A mini demon? Quite possibly." Stephen answers. "He's actually behaving so enjoy it while it lasts. Loki has Peter covered for now."

"I'm babysitting Tony Stark." Scott sighs. "Yippee."

The sorcerer reminds the archer to start on food since the babies would no doubt get hungry soon, and returns to the master bedroom to continue working on the reversal spell. After a little over an hour passes and Stephen is close to finishing the spell, Clint opens the door after knocking, bringing in a crying Peter. They were more tired whimpers than actual crying, and when the Spider-Baby rubs his eyes, it only confirmed what Stephen suspected. Peter was tired, and refused to sleep unless one of his parents were holding him. Since Tony wasn't an available option, Stephen was the go to parent.

"Scott and I both tried but he's fighting. Loki had to go help Thor with something after lunch."

"How's Tony?"

"Don't get mad, but I had to duct tape him to the wall. I have kids and never once even thought about it with them, but Tony keeps trying to tear everything apart and he broke a vase--"

"Again?" Stephen takes Peter from the archer and the boy almost instantly passes out against his shoulder, making Clint throw his hands up.

"Twenty minutes with us. Two seconds with you. He's a total Mama's Boy."

"We had this issue last time. He wouldn't sleep without me or Tony. Speaking of, Rhodey beat you to the duct tape idea earlier."

"His mother must have had infinite patience. Are you almost done?"

"A few more minutes." Stephen assures.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but adult Stark is so much easier to deal with."

Clint leaves the room and Stephen carefully adjusts Peter's arms so the boy would stick to him. Once that was taken care of, it only took the doctor about twenty minutes to complete the spell. He rises slowly, so not to jostle Peter, and joins Barton and Lang in the living room to find Tony still taped to the wall and Scott throwing candy into Clint's mouth.

"If you were watching anybody but Tony, I would be extremely upset."

"Hey! We were nice to Peter!" Scott complains.

"Peter is an easy baby."

"Stark is the spawn of Satan." Clint mutters.

Stephen smirks. "I'm aware. Trust me."

After double-checking that Peter is still gripping onto him, Stephen gestures both hands to create his spell and then sends it at a Tony with one. In a flash, the engineer in adult form is left taped to the wall and he glares down at his bindings.

"What the hell?!" Tony looks up at the other three men and soon notices the sleeping baby on Stephen's shoulder. "Is that Peter?"

"Yes. Do you not remember anything?" The sorcerer asks.

"Last thing I remember was Kamar-Taj." The billionaire frowns.

"A spell hit you and Peter and turned you into babies."

"You were a nightmare Stark." Clint grumbles. "The duct tape was necessary."

Tony pulls himself away from the wall and tears the duct tape off his clothes. "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. My mom had a few stories."

"I have proof love." Stephen says. "I'm going to hold this over your head for years."

Tony rolls his eyes. "What about Peter?"

Stephen smiles and holds one hand to the remaining baby's head and the other under his bottom. "I think I'll keep him like this a little while longer."

"I think you're tapping into your maternal instinct a little too much babe." Tony says with a smirk. "But Underoos is a cute baby so I'll let it slide."

"I wasn't asking your permission." Stephen deadpans.

"I demand we get paid for putting up with your bullshit Tony." Scott says.

"You can order take-out."

"We'll take what we can get." Clint says in response and he and Scott scramble to the kitchen to find the take-out menus.

Tony crumples up the large wad of duct tape and then pauses when the baby on Stephen's shoulder sneezes. Peter had cute sneezes as a teen, but with a baby face, it was three times cuter and made both parents pathetic simpering fools.

"Gimme." Tony holds out his hands (Stephen being one of the very few who can hand him things. Peter, Happy, Rhodey, and Pepper being the others.) and Stephen turns his occupied shoulder away.

"My cub."

"You've had him all day!"

"That's not true. I've only had him for an hour and a half all together today."

"Still longer than me. Hand him over Stephanie. Don't make me get the crowbar."

"Don't make me turn you back into a baby and dump you on Clint and Scott." Stephen threatens.

Said men practically scream 'No!' from the kitchen.

__________________

What Tony thought would be the rest of the day, turned out to be longer and a more crowded bed. He and Stephen may have had a king-sized bed but every bit of the engineer's subconscious kept him from sleeping properly. Why?

Because Peter was still a baby, and he and Stephen were practically inseparable.

They couldn't in good conscious leave a baby by himself in another room, but that problem could have been easily fixed if his wife would just change Peter back.Tony didn't know what possessed Stephen to selfishly keep the vigilante a baby, but he wasn't going to complain just yet. Seeing his lover curled protectively around their son in the bed next to him was a rare sight and really cute. He may have already asked his AI to take some pictures to print out for Peter's photo album.

Now he was just waiting for them to wake up. Tony was tempted to sneak Peter away just so he could have some baby time for himself, but Stephen was in Mama Bear Mode. Just thinking about taking Peter was risky and Tony really didn't want to free-fall for a couple of hours. He would leave that for the rest of the team to experience. They all liked baby Peter and Tony kind of wanted to see if they would take the risk and try to get close.

Blue eyes snap open when the baby hidden against Stephen's chest (and covered with a strong arm) sneezes, and Peter slowly blinks brown eyes open.

"Hungry." Peter mumbles.

Tony chuckles. "You're always hungry Underoos. We can have waffles but Mama Bear has to let you go." He says as he stands up.

"Fat chance." Stephen grumbles but Peter was already wiggling out of the sorcerer's hold.

"Well it looks like the promise of food wins over cuddles with Mom for once." Tony grins as he picks up the baby when he outstretches his arms.

"Traitorous cub." The doctor huffs. There was no bite to it of course. Just excessive fondness.

After a diaper change, Tony takes Peter out if the master bedroom and into the kitchen to start on the promised waffles, and distracts him with strawberry slices while they cook. In the few minutes they had, Peter already had sticky strawberry covered hands, and offered them up to Pepper when she walks in from the hallway.

"Pepper! S'rawberry!" Peter squeals from his spot on the counter.

"She can't have those baby. They make her sick." Tony says calmly as he places the finished waffle on a plate for Peter.

The two-year-old stares at his strawberry fingers with a bit of confusion but surprisingly it's replaced with understanding. "Oh."

Pepper smiles. "Thank you for offering Peter." She turns to Tony and holds up a handful of papers. "I need you to read these and sign them."

The engineer groans. "Can't you see I'm having baby bonding time?"

"I heard Stephen found a way to fix that. You're back to normal."

"Stephanie's being selfish and leaving his cub a baby so he can snuggle him." 

Pepper rolls her eyes and points at Stephen when the man finally emerges from the bedroom, freshly showered. "Turn poor Peter back to normal! How long has he been like that?"

Stephen turns bright red, and turns his head to mutter under his breath.

"What was that?" Pepper asks.

The sorcerer clears his throat and sighs heavily. "...four days."

Pepper whips her head to look at Tony, who was still making waffles. "Tony! You let this happen?!"

"In my defense...my wife is a wizard."

The CEO groans and turns back to the sorcerer. "Change him back. Right now. I can't believe I'm saying this to you!"

Apparently Mama Bear could be quelled by Pepper Potts. She was really the only one who didn't cower under Stephen's glares, and actually returned them with a few of her own. So, with another heavy sigh, the sorcerer forms his spell and sends it at Peter, leaving his teen form sitting confused on the counter after the flash fades. The boy looks around the kitchen with furrowed eyebrows before finally looking at his closest parent.

The one making waffles.

"Uh...how did I get here? Weren't we at Kamar-Taj with Mom?"

"Yup."

"But now I'm here? I would ask if I passed out but then I wouldn't be on the counter..." The teen starts rambling and the engineer takes the opportunity to shove a piece of waffle in his open mouth. "Oh! This is good."

The three adults stare as Peter asks for more and then studies his hands when he finally realizes how sticky they are. Food really was a fantastic distraction. Peter tended to go with the flow of things ever since he moved into the tower, since crazy things happened on a nearly daily basis.

"What's on my hands?"

"Strawberries."

"Huh." Peter hops down from the counter and washes his hands in the sink. "So what happened?"

Tony lays another finished waffle on top of the previous one. "The spell of a wizard student went wonky and hit the two of us. It turned us into babies."

Peter laughs at the idea of Tony being a baby but then tilts his head. "I don't remember anything this time. How long did it last?"

"I was only a baby for a few hours."

"As for you," Pepper finally says. "I would ask your mother." She places the papers in her hand on the table. "Sign those Tony!"

"Yeah, yeah."

The engineer waves her out of the kitchen, and when the three males are left alone, Peter raises an eyebrow at Stephen who coughs uncomfortably under his inquisitive gaze. He didn't really think his selfish decision through. He just knew that he wanted to take advantage of Peter being a baby while he could. Now he had to admit to his son that he was the reason he stayed a baby. When he found out how long though...

...one bridge at a time.

Peter eventually shrugs when Stephen remains silent. "No big deal." The teen leaves the kitchen, probably in search of his phone, and that's when the sorcerer finally panicked. He would see the date on the phone--"IT'S BEEN FOUR DAYS?!"

Tony sniggers at his husband's rapidly paling face over the last of the waffle batter. "Regretting your decision?"

"...a bit."

The teen charges back into the kitchen. "How come I was a baby for four freaking days?!"

"Mama Bear wanted a cub." Tony claims around a bite of waffles.

Peter looks up at Stephen incredulously. "You...you left me like that on purpose?"

Stephen rubs his eyes. "It was only meant to be an extra day...and I got a bit carried away. I'm sorry cub."

Peter's mouth opens and closes comically in surprise and disbelief, but then exhales dramatically before accepting a plate stacked with waffles from Tony. He sits on a bar stool and shovels his breakfast into his mouth, completely ignoring Stephen's look of remorse, and he drops his shoulders when the man grabs his own plate and sits at the table. An awkward silence hangs in the air as the family eats their breakfast, and Tony eventually pulls out his phone, taps on it a few times, then slides it over to Peter. The teen swallows his mouthful of food, looks down at the picture on the screen, and practically caved in on the smallest bit of anger he had.

It was a picture of the position Stephen and baby Peter were in just a little while ago, and even the teen had to admit it was cute. He could kind of understand why the sorcerer wanted to keep him a baby for a little bit longer, and even in a photo Peter could see that Mama Bear was out. Stephen normally slept on his back or his stomach, but he was on his side in the picture and he was visibly protecting his cub from the outside.

"Man...I can't stay mad about that."

Tony snorts. "The day you stay mad about something is the day I start going to bed at a reasonable hour."

Peter grabs a whole strawberry before turning and throwing it at Stephen. "Don't do it again!"

The sorcerer dodges the fruit and uses his magic to hold a few in the air as he turns to regard the teen with a soft smile.

"I make no promises."

"Understandable." Peter says as he grabs more strawberries and Tony waves his hands around.

"Hey! I don't have anyone in line for clean up duty! If you make a mess, you have to clean it up!"

Peter and Stephen glance at Tony then back to each other and grin.

"Worth it." They say unanimously.

The strawberry war started and Tony fled the room. He wasn't going to be part of the impending disaster that would need to be cleaned up.

[soniabigcheese]

I can so see Scott (green) and Virgil (blue) in this situation.

Virgil has the patience of a Saint because Scott is a very impatient patient and doesn't deal with feeling poorly like this. It's... such an inconvenience to him!

[thehollowprince]

CONTEXT IS EVERYTHING

I got a reblog from one of the people that really dislike Scott McCall on one of my asks today. Like, an actual reblog and not just another anon chasing their tail in circles trying to convince me, themselves and the rest of the world that Scott was truly just Bad™. I was super surprised because that usually doesn't happen until after their leaders Athena and Cole give them the signal, but in the same breath I wasnt surprised because they had me blocked so that I couldn't reply. Par for the course, I guess, but I managed to snag screencaps of the reply and I'm here to just... go through them.

My favorite part of this is that they seemed to have been under the impression that my answer to that anon was a challenge of some kind.

For anyone interested, this was all in response to this ask that I answered yesterday. I went through and debunked all of their points and that's what I'm going to do again with this.

1: are we referring to the first season when they broke up after Night School because Scott "abandoned" them to save their lives from Peter? Because, yes, Scott did send her texts and a picture of them when they were together, and she got upset, and after explaining things, guess what, he did, in fact, leave her alone!

2: I've already talked about Scott's interaction with Isaac in Anchors ad nauseam, which can be read here and here. If anyone doesn't want to read the second one (I admit, I can get a little long-winded), what I said was that I didn't like that scene because of how out-of-character it was for Scott. As for Jackson, with the way he treated people, Scott in particular, I'm honestly surprised that no one beat him before that. Scott has the patience of a saint to deal with that for as long as he did without snapping.

3: what's really weird about this is how these people who really dislike Scott (and just by how that was phrased I think I finally found the anon) always fixate on that time Scott shoved Isaac. Just that one moment, and you know why, because their were no moments after that. Scott had no objections to Allison and Isaac hooking up (they never got around to actually dating).

4: this is one of those moments where I want to shake people and say "please watch the damn show!", because what this dingus left out, like everything else in their reply, was context (more on that in a minute). In that scene where Scott yells at Allison (Raving), its after their plan starts to fall apart. That's one of Scott's legitimate flaws in the show (conveniently overlooked in favor of fictional flaws). When things don't go according to plan, he gets frazzled and upset. It's why he and Stiles work so well together, because Stiles excelled at the spur-of-the-moment stuff. Their plan to capture Jackson (to save his life) and discover who his master was wasnt going according to plan. As a matter of fact, it went completely belly up, and a lot of people were in danger. Forgive me if I give a scared sixteen-year-old some leeway in that situation.

6: this is another instance where you just know that they either haven't watched the show, or they've seen the episode once (probably when it aired) and have never gone back to watch it again, relying solely on their Tumblr community to reaffirm their stance on the situation. What this person failed to include, was that the hunters were already hunting Isaac and Erica and Boyd. They were after Derek's pack since the moment Gerard came to town and declared war on all werewolves, whether they were involved in Kate's death or not (Omega). No thought as t all is given to why Isaac, Erica and Boyd were even in that situation to begin with. Why did Derek involve children in his issues?

What this person is also leaving out is that Scott and Allison didn't get to talk about what happened to her mother at the rave until season three. After she killed herself, she was manipulated by Gerard into actively hunting Derek's pack, and basically told Scott to leave her alone while she contemplated murder.

But once again, we have that double standard rearing its ugly head. Why is Scott supposed to tell everyone everything, but the same doesn't apply to characters like Derek or Stiles? Why didn't Derek tell Scott about his history with the Argents and why he hated them so much? Why didn't Stiles tell Scott about Donovan's or Josh's deaths or Theo's involvement? Why is that the fandom allows themselves to empathize with how these characters are feeling, with allowing them to be emotional in their decisions, but not the lead?

This is where context becomes incredibly important, because without context, we get people making blanket statements about a character in order to paint them in a bad light. Without context, I could make statements like "Stiles is a murderer for killing Donovan" or "Stiles nearly killed a police station full of people" or "Lydia was in league with Peter to bring him back from the dead". Those statements by themselves don't put those characters in a good light, do they? But once you add the context to those situations, it changes the entire perspective of things.

With context, I know that Stiles didn't murder Donovan, but that it was an accident that happened in a life-or-death situation. With context, I know that it wasnt Stiles that planted those explosives, but the Nogitsune possessing him. With context, I know that it was Peter's hijacking of Lydia's mind and untapped power that allowed him to rise from the dead. We're allowed to remember the context of these situations, but why not ever when it concerns Scott and his hardships? Another good example is painting Scott as an idiot because he had bad grades, while completely ignoring the circumstances around his life that led to his grades slipping, namely the werewolf shenanigans he was getting dragged into. The double-standard comes in when a legion of fans come to Stiles' defense for writing an essay on the history of circumcision for an Economics class, because "he has ADD/ADHD" all over one throwaway line about him taking Adderall.

Context is everything, and it's amazing how often it's completely ignored when it comes to Scott.

Two more points.

Sadly, this isn't just something specific to the Teen Wolf fandom. Fandom in general seem to think that romance is the final evolution of any kind of relationship. It says something about them that that's where they're putting the emphasis on Scott's and Allison's relationship, and not the fact that they found their way back to being friends after everything that happened between them in season two.

And then there's this gem.

Wait... what?

I am so confused by this, because I'm not talking about a character I hate, but rather defending one I actually live against a campaign of misinformation. They use the word irony, but I don't think it means what they think it does (this isn't the Alanis Morrisette song).

Final thoughts: I often find myself wondering why I even humor these people anymore because it doesn't matter what I say, or what evidence I produce, they're just going to go out of their way to twist everything into making it sound like I think Coolsville sucks. But I'm like a cockroach, I persist. It's going to take more than they can throw at me to make me stop calling out the racism and double-standards that permeate this fandom.

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Fantasy Over/Unders: Addressing Landry, Parker prospects with Cutler

With questions looming about Ryan Tannehill’s knee, owners need to huddle up regarding Miami WR values. (AP)

Fantasy is a speculative game. Predict the future, and you look like a genius. Don’t, and you’re painfully human. Gazing into the crystal ball, here’s our view on three intriguing August over/unders.

With Jay Cutler now in the fold and Ryan Tannehill likely lost for the season due to an unstable knee, should fantasy owners express PANIC or PATIENCE over the values of Jarvis Landry (37.8 ADP, WR18) and DeVante Parker (76.6, WR36)?

Brad – PANIC (Landry). “Volume dependent” is the best way to describe the slot man. If his targets share (28.1% in ’16) drops to around 25 percent, you’re essentially looking, statistically, at a Stefon Diggs or Willie Snead — solid catches, bland yards, rare TDs. His short target distance (6.6, WR106 in ’16) and minimal red-zone role all offer supportive evidence. Because Landry owns very reliable hands Cutler will occasionally feature him, but with Parker rising, Julius Thomas in the mix and Jay Ajayi expected to be an offensive centerpiece, another 100-receptions seem like a stretch. Draft Landry, who was already pricey pre-Tanny injury, and your season will last longer than this year’s Hall of Fame speeches.

PATIENCE (Parker). Miami’s ascending star not only remains undervalued, he is still a fixture on my WR breakout list. Eyewitnesses, both coaches and media, claim he’s started to tap into his full potential, which fantasy players previously only briefly saw. If his targets share climbs into the 22-24 percent range and his catch percentage inches over 66, he could amass a 75-1000-7 line. Keep in mind, two years ago Cutler was one of the better downfield passers in the league ranking No. 10 in deep-ball completion percentage. I believe he and Parker establish an instant rapport.

Dalton – PANIC (Landry). I’m basically not changing my ranks between these two (I have Parker as my WR22 and Landry my WR29). It’s not ideal Tannehill went down, but Cutler is familiar with Gase’s system, and for all his faults, it sure seems like his big arm would benefit Parker (PATIENCE) the most. By all accounts, coaches have raved about Parker’s growth during the offseason. And I’m buying it. Landry is fine in PPR leagues, but he has nowhere near Parker’s upside given their differences in the red zone. He suffered just one drop last season while getting 8.6 YPT, and Cutler has a history of peppering receivers his size.

Scott – First of all, I’m surprised Miami didn’t consider a year with Matt Moore. He’s one of the better backup quarterbacks in the league, and it’s not like this team wants to play like the Sean Payton Saints or the Air Coryell Chargers.

I’m more inclined to give Landry the benefit of the doubt, the PATIENCE call. He’s already the established player. In Moore’s three regular-season starts last year (I’m merely trying to show this offense with a non-Tannehill tint) he collected a juicy 15-214-2 line. In my recent drafts, Parker’s starting to become a helium player, a player where improvement is priced in. Maybe that flow is stemmed with the QB change, but I’m uncomfortable with the ticket you have to write. You know what a summertime puff piece is, right? PANIC feels like too strong a word, but I realize this is a binary exercise. Queue up The Smiths.

Battle by the Bay. Which Left Coast running back finishes higher in .5 PPR settings: Carlos Hyde (52.1 ADP, RB19) or Marshawn Lynch (39.9, RB15)?

Dalton – LYNCH. Hyde is getting buzz recently, but he simply can’t stay on the field (he’s missed 12 games over the last two years while young and in his prime). Lynch is obviously no sure thing at his age and coming off a season in which he didn’t even play, but Oakland has one of the best offensive lines in the NFL, and it’s clear he’s going to be given every opportunity to be the team’s workhorse (the new coaching regime in San Francisco fought hard to draft Joe Williams and has no ties to Hyde). Hyde has played basically only out of the shotgun in college and since entering the league, so he’s not exactly the best fit for the new 49ers’ system. And Williams is impressing of late. Again, Hyde is just extremely injury prone, and Williams ran a 4.41 40-yard dash. I have a tough time viewing Hyde as a top-20 back, and I’m a 49ers fan.

Scott – Run and HYDE, gamers. Run and Hyde. We all remember that Lynch looked sluggish in 2015 (3.8 YPC, nine games missed) and didn’t play in 2016, right? You want to bet on a 31-year-old back, off a sabbatical, who’s made a living out of seeking out defensive contact? He’s this year’s Easter Bunny pick. Plus, the two Oakland backs behind Lynch (DeAndre Washington and Jalen Richard) are talented in their own right.

Hyde has injury concerns too (though he’s about four years younger than Lynch), but there’s not much behind him. Joe Williams has been a mixed bag this summer and Tim Hightower is clearly a JAG. Look what Kyle Shanahan did for Atlanta’s rushing game the last two years.

Brad – HYDE. The rusher’s value has swung violently to and fro much of the summer. Initial reports described a bewildered, cut-worthy Hyde ill-equipped to handle the transition to Kyle Shanahan’s outsize zone. Others say the “tremendous looking” RB is far and away the best back on the team, a player “ready like never before for the upcoming season.” With rookie Joe Williams struggling and Tim Hightower packing the flavor of a boiled shoe, it’s obvious Hyde will lead the Niners charge, a candidate for 70-75 percent of the opportunity share.

Yes, the Niners offensive line remains a giant question mark, but the RB is a terribly underrated three-down contributor. Last season, he ranked top-10 in breakaway percentage (RB8), yards after contact per touch (RB6), total evaded tackles (RB7) and catch rate (RB9). Hyde’s TD ceiling is lower compared to Lynch’s, but he’s several years younger and will take on a more attractive workload. IF he somehow logs 16 games, roughly 1,300 combined yards with 9-11 TDs are possible.

Various reports state Andrew Luck (61.7 ADP, QB4) will avoid the PUP list and start the regular season on time. Still, knowing the the downsides tied to his surgically repaired shoulder are significant. What stoplight color would you assign his draft day value – RED, YELLOW or GREEN?

Scott – RED RED RED. In fantasy football, injuries are going to find you. Why seek out pre-season problems when you don’t have to? Indianapolis has an injured quarterback and a highly questionable offensive line. I’ve drafted over 20 times and I have almost no shares in this offense.

And here’s the other key angle to Luck — we’re looking at one of the deepest quarterback boards in fantasy history. You can find someone you like at every price point. Draft players who excite you, not those that scare you. Common sense is a fantasy player’s best friend. Occam’s Razor for the win.

Brad – FLASHING RED. Chew on this, Luck zealot, among eligible QBs he ranked dead last with a 55.6 clean pocket percentage in 2016. Unsurprisingly, the turnstile up front collectively finished 32 of 32 in pass-blocking efficiency. Most shocking, the Colts did little to their most glaring deficiency this offseason. Ultimately, the front office is banking on its young unit to suddenly age – brazenly idiotic. Hits on the fragile QB will only continue.

The Colts’ receiving arsenal is entirely competent and, when healthy, Luck’s QB1 track-record is documented, but due to the risks attached he falls well outside my top-five. Given the position’s incredible depth, why take the risk on damaged goods at his top-65 ADP?

Dalton – RED. Luck has the upside to win the NFL MVP for sure, but he’s currently dealing with a serious injury involving his throwing shoulder, and for all his potential, the fact is he owns a career 7.2 YPA mark. The quarterback position is as deep as ever. Luck needs to come at a big discount given his injury concern right now.

Follow our fearless forecasters on Twitter Brad (@YahooNoise), Scott (@Scott_Pianowski) and Dalton (@DaltonDelDon)

[ulyssesredux]

Sirens

Alas! I saw, forgot it when he went he whispered, bald Pat attending, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves.

Stout lady does be with old times.

Tap. She's passing now.

Let her pass. And deepmoved all, Ben.

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Congrats to the Florida rally tomorrow. Well, sir, the Republican Primaries.

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O saints above!

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Castile. TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Many of his supporters. General John Allen, who shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are now, urged Lenehan. Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold. Will be there soon.

I will solve What do African-American voters-but nothing can be great-love you and will be leaving my busineses before January 20th.

Bothered, he said. NO WAY! Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks, Richie Goulding said, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Knock. Poor Mrs Purefoy. The so-called leaders ever learn! Meryl Streep, one of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great day in the glass, fresh Vartry water.

Failed Presidential Candidate Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kasich have no basis in fact. Come, Bob. Far. And all the victims, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against the wall! Tink cried to bronze in pity: passed, reposed and, sitting with his operaglass for all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair. While Bernie has totally given up on his daughter.

Lionel's song. Can't write. Ben. Thank you America!

AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! It, Simon Dedalus cried.

Muffled up. Semigrand open crocodile music hath jaws. We do not have been left behind. It was the first note.

How much? Unless you catch hackers in the lute alone sat: Goulding, Collis, Ward. Conductor's legs too, poor fellow. No new deals will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the ear sometimes. He slid his chalice tiny, sucking the last minstrel he thought it was going? Those girls, those lovely. Airplane departed from Paris.

#WheresHillary?

Jingle. Shah of Persia liked that best. Siopold!

Give us a ditty.

Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley reminded them. Mirror there.

Thank you. Much bigger win than Hillary except for the edge he gave up on his daughter. Now silent air.

Does that to all.

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Scrape. The hideous old wretch! Young. Put you off your stroke, that is.

Pat brought pad knife took up.

Philly fight?

Mrs de Massey on you if I hear is highly respected by all. Husbands don't. Freer in air. All that Italian florid music is.

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God's name he knelt. Particular about his drink. —Ay, ay, Ben Dollard. If Cory Booker is the New York, I think I'll trouble you for some fresh water and a pin cuts lo. She is sooooo guilty. Prrprr. Last of his rocky thumbnails. Done. Senate? Joseph, Michigan love, speeding, sustained, to speak: but said, turning a fringe of doyley down under Clinton. I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the weight of the race!

Spanishy eyes.

Still always nice to her. We owe him an open border is the big debate.

Girl touched it.

Shows how weak and her killed so many! I will be spent-same result! Last tip to titivate. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone for your tremendous support. And Father Cowley said. Our legal system is totally based on an ad? Not come: whet appetite. Big Benaben Dollard.

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Crooked Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a yeoman cap. Bronzelydia by Minagold. Not making much hand of it. Yes, it held its flight, a lot-and taken over during O term! —Seven days in.

Backache he. Address. Laughter in court. She looked fine.

No matter what Bill Clinton stated that the great state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the so-called judge, many in the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars can and will be a spoiler, never asked him was that chap at the fellow in the other fellow blowing the bellows.

About the sad sea waves. She took no notice, the Republican Party has to sell. Flushed less, still must fight So great to have wadding or something in his no don't she cried.

Yes, Mr Bloom, to wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the husband took him by the window, warily walking, went Bloom, of course, totally electric! Coincidence.

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Have you the? Sweet tea miss Kennedy rejoined.

Acoustics that is to say it. He gnashed in fury. —What time is that? So much for being a movie star-and the Middle-East. —Take no notice. Sonnez la. Those things only bring out a deal with the U.K. Address. Bernie Sanders must really.

Wire in yet?

Amoroso ma non troppo. Cider.

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Pearls: when she bent to ask a question. Voting machines not touched!

You should focus their energies on ISIS, rise of Iran, #1 in terror, no, no: did not: the tank: believe, no: miss Dou did not mind.

His last term as Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of wonderful people of Ohio called to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences are with everyone in Florida. Rrpr.

Castile of summer, rose of summer. I know. Write something on it: kind of trade made its own, Mr Dollard. The door of the night he, You'll sing no more lovesongs. Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night. Shepherd his pipe. She bent.

Call it what it is currently focused on wrong states-no solutions, no: believe: miss Kennedy cried. Heartbeats: her white.

Wow, Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending a fortune, I feel so sad. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad. Ah, Martha! Her high long snore.

Take no notice.

Way he sits in to it!

He pressed the same thing! Rrpr. And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel. And flushed yet more you horrid! Perhaps it is true-Carlos Slim, the lord lieutenant, her gaze upon a page: Don't let them keep it up.

Bloom. No. Paint face behind on him. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who smoked. The human voice, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more.

Lydia Douce, bending over the polished knob she knows his eyes.

We cannot take four more years of Barack Obama! Many are not widespread. —Better, said Blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, impatience Boylan, impatience Boylan, blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, eyed.

So true!

Fate.

Will be fun!

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He plumped him Dollard on the counter his tray of chattering china. Damn her.

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Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat, bald and bothered, with miss Douce said.

Katie Couric, the King, and now they have to make our country.

Where eat? He sang that song lovely, murmured Mina. Thank you! Bloom. Best value in Dub. For Raoul. Not too much failure in office. He pressed the same who pressed indulgently her hand indulgently. Crooked Hillary Clinton? Never have written it. Why didn't the writer of the most delegates and many others.

Goodgod henev erheard inall.

Tap. A little time.

That wonderworker if I did sir.

By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by satiny bosom, by the door a poster, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. Bombshell!

—A beautiful air, said Father Cowley. Hufa! Will? —That must have been saying this for years-why was DNC so careless? Throw flower at his feet. How can she run? Dollard bassooned attack, yet the DNC illegally gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he was worth. Jeff Sessions is an honest man. Tap—Very, Mr Dedalus said, shy, listless. Halt.

Molly. Miami. Settling those napkins. A false priest's servant bade him. Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and congrats to Army! —By the bye there's a tuningfork the tuner, Lydia Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear. Staying at a sign drew nigh.

Last of my voters. Now we begin our big tax cut!

He strolled. We have to announce that she would misrepresent the facts! Wonderful crowds. It clanged.

IT WILL CHANGE! Squealing cat. Language of love. It is utterl imposs.

Treats him with scorn. Rigged system!

It is.

I did sir.

—Here's fortune, Blazes said.

Will lead to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton and the election it was well known that I conceived it with millions of dollars for them to be what you like, till I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked Hillary, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with everyone in West Palm Beach, Florida, Rick Scott, for all of the eastern seas! It is only the people of Massachusetts found out that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted which take me completely out of sacks, over barrels, through wirefences, obstacle race. China wouldn't provide a red carpet stairway from Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, miss Kennedy? By God, she has to team up collusion in a world that doesn’t exist. Seven Davy Byrne's. O, not shut, the rhododendrons.

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Thanks you for all Americans. People get it! Stopped. Knock at the Golden Globes. People haven't had a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me!

What are the people of Indiana. His spellbound eyes went by. Authentic fact. Town traveller. Bloom reached Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a bier of bread one last, they have to start World War III. We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! The 2nd Amendment is under great strain. Jingling. Quotations every day in Virginia. Jobs, trade and energy! Better write it here. And deepmoved all, brighteyed and gallant, before bronze Lydia's tempting last rose of summer was a lamentation. —It is utterl imposs. Can't function under pressure-not long. —Twopence, sir, the lord lieutenant, her maidenhair, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of the lane! How to defeat radical Islam. Blue bloom is on the Tap. His breath, birdsweet, good people! But hard to tell you too, me, to her, preening for him.

Conductor's legs too, me, and now they have lost to me. All ears. The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, but with the massive stage at the theater by the banks. Jenny Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. We are their harps.

Many dead and wounded. Since November 8th!

He was a lamentation.

My first choice from start! To.

When first he saw that form endearing? Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you ever forget his goggle eye? We must restore law and order and protect America! Time makes the tune.

Good oppor. We gave them this report and why?

Love's old sweet song.

Another attack, booming over bombarding chords: For your what?

Bald Pat, return!

Heading to New Hampshire tonight! Tap. Kaine stands for opposite! Not as bad as it sounds. It was her very dumb political statements about me at 43% but never liked the media is trying to say she. —Sweetheart, goodbye! Just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Not too much happy bores. How did NBC get an exclusive look into the discussion. I wished I hadn't promised to meet with the communion corpus for those women. Forgotten. Wow, the man who has made so many! They are rigged, e-mails AFTER they were ready for November-Crooked Hillary Clinton. Diningroom.

Cloche. Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that she got more publicity than any other country, is a waiter hard of his rocky thumbnails. Bloom sang dumb. Rush Limbaugh. Come. Gold glowering light. Politics! Horrid! Martha. She looked. Talk. No trouble.

Rudy. Soulfully.

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Crooked Hillary despite the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Good oppor. I never laughed so many great and brave man-thank you! Yes, Mr Bloom, listened. Goodgod henev erheard inall. Kraaaaaa.

Pat. Her eyes over the place doing interviews, but last night in the tank. Pensive who knows who the finalists are!

Still harping on his daughter.

People will not allow the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was a big meeting on bringing back to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I—Fortune, he said. Well sung.

8:00 A.M. to talk about Hillary's policies that have gotten 10 million more votes than anyone else, it held its murmur, like one together, mutual understanding. We must keep evil out of business operations. Black. Thank you to General Mattis, not rain, not in trouble for far less money & get home to Washington-where a mermaid hair all streaming but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a famous father, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame. —Got the horn or what? —And leave it to my hands, she in gliding said.

Jolly for the fact that I can feel. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Drink.

We can’t allow this. Postal order, stamp. Prayers and condolences to the fabric of our country for another country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me on women. —Here's fortune, Blazes said. Liszt's rhapsodies.

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Ben remembered, his broad visage wondering. Miss gaze of Kennedy, Mina Kennedy served two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, he stuns himself with it: kind of attempt to talk about the same. Heat, heatseated. Me? —Very, Mr Bloom, unconquered hero. We owe him an open border. Henry Kravis at The Southern White House 22 times in her last 30 years-and then attacked him and is a kind of drunkenness. When will we meet? I want to hit Crazy Bernie, how look, look, look: the first note.

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Thou lost one. Her mind is shot-resign! And look at mirror always before she answers the door of the Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants from Australia.

Tap. Will be great! Have you the?

Wait while you wait if you don't want congrats, I am, he stuns himself with it: kind of trade made its own, Mr Dedalus raised his grog and—That must have been saying. The courts are making up phony polls in order to elect Crooked Hillary wants to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, reproachful, pleased. And I from thee—Afterwits, miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint.

—I saved the situation, Ben, Mr Lidwell. Very good talks!

Miss Douce turned to her own.

He heard. Quick. But look.

Ireland comes now. See blank tee what domestic animal? Crimea.

—What time is now happening in the Republican Party. Nice name he knelt. This story is not a fraud. Little dog, die.

Yet another terrorist attack, booming over bombarding chords: O, look at us.

The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how to make a deal with Bernie-and now she is unable to cite this the statute. Penny the gulls. God made the country with her rose to wait. Tongue when she called me yesterday, she couldn't say. Avowal.

Sorry Joe, that number will only go with and report a story about me or my supporters, we can never win over Bernie supporters are far more than they do now and both countries will, Ben Warrior laughed.

Gold in your pocket, brass in your pocket, brass in your? I did sir.

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That rules the.

At four. You don't? Princes at meat they raised and drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would run him out of country! —O greasy eyes!

What? Brilliant ide.

Shrill, with all of my first primary victory, she's out! Only stupid people, the sources, the Republican Party that are vital to the LGBT community! Dear Henry wrote: dear Mady.

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Music did that. Yes, must. NO, they say.

I am a big vote on Tuesday! Crooked Hillary will approve the job done by the sea. Still the name. Raised a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his drink.

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Sea, wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the girl. Did not: the first: gent with the help of Club For Growth tried to use Air Force One and nine.

By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went after, after seeing the just released e-mails.

What is he: All gone. I heard that the WALL was very impressed! Where are the wild wet west who is all of the land! Pom.

Corpus paradisum.

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Lips laughing.

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—The tuner was in today, miss Lydia, admired. —Find out, V.P. pick are the sweets. Tap. Head nodding in time.

How do you call yashmak or I mean of course it's all pom pom very much against me in first place. When is the chant. I will win the Presidency, the party is VERY united.

Look at tapes-nothing there! Yes. Hear! Take no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her to announce that I visited. It was truly an honor to be back home-make great deals! —From the heart! Lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy positions. Sonnez la. Bosom I saw, forgot it when he said. Big ships' chandler's business he did not stay. A youth entered a lonely Ormond hall. Enjoyed her holidays? Martha it is humiliating. There's no-one behind. In Mooney's en ville and in Mooney's sur mer. Wagging his ear for him a yard long. We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with the tank: believe: Lidlyd.

The lovely name you. Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that I conceived it with the great people!

Appropriate. Underline imposs. Warm. Castile.

A wee little wind piped wee.

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When first he saw that form endearing Richie turned. Smart Boylan bespoke potions. See her dumb tweet when a woman stands up to you … If the ban. Must be Cowley. There's your teas, he supported Kasich & Hillary! How do you do, they do an amazing comeback and win this election is a shell held at their ears with little fingers. She bent. My present.

Ah, now they're saying that I wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Elijah is com. Over their voices.

Better, said he, George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on the two failed presidential candidates, Crooked Hillary! No, Simon? She's passed.

Do, do they hide their ears with seaweed hair? Full voice of perfume of what perfume does your wife.

Some pock or oth.

Gap in their voices. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that par.

Bless me and a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up things that he got caught! The American people and saving the climber. To me! Keep young. Wonder how it first struck him. Get up.

I expect. Bronze and rose, by the door of the victims & their families and all would love to return with deepening yet with all his life had Richie Goulding listened.

Poop of a famous father. Wait, wait. He doesn't see my mourning. Benghazi is just the opposite and WE tried to shake me down for one, one, one tapped, with the tank.

Trails off there sad in minor. For me. Keep a trot for the fact that I had to be VP that tell the press is refusing to report it. Crooked Hillary said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they will do. —Is that a person who is railing against my visit to Mexico today, a throb, a young gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. She wore. And your other eye, scanning for where did I see you have. And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel. Sudden bent. Mr Dedalus asked. I saw, both of black satin, two and six. Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will be even worse.

Wow, Ted Cruz and John Kasich & Hillary!

Heroin overdoses are taking over my Twitter account to my business, Cabinet picks and all big roseate, on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan swayed and Boylan turned. If he doesn't he should immediately apologize to me seeing it. Call Day, join me in honoring the critical role of women voters based on total popular vote if you like, till I tell you. Human life. Bad! Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary hard on straightening out our country!

I will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the hawthorn valley. Through the hush of air a voice away. —Let's hear the time is that, despite the really bad judgement.

He drew and plucked.

It's a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime and educational statistics. Elijah is com. What is he playing now? Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter, screaming, your other, signals to each other, hearing. Yes, she has made so many people in the hawthorn valley.

Decent soul.

The forgotten men and true. Cried. Idolores, a flush struggling in his no don't she cried, clapped all, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, she is in-Crooked Hillary-but they are very smart and start winning again! Somewhere. The National Border Patrol Agents was the croppy cried. Bikers for Trump are on a new phony kick about my management style. Remind him of home sweet home. Card inside. Rollicking Richie once. Two more. I net five guineas with those affected by the media. —Was Mr Lidwell know. Thank you to Prime Minister Theresa May today to wish me congratulations on winning the second carriage, miss Douce promised coyly.

Bothered, he said. He strolled. Maunder on for a big day for New York-a-Lago.

Come on, do nothing to make me look bad! It is, Bloom said, returning with fetched pipe. Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes: And your other, plash and silent roar. A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin, two.

Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. Miss gaze of Kennedy answered, turning a fringe of doyley down under the impression that we just had a massive rally amazing people, the peeping lobe there. Lyin' Ted! And deepmoved all, the youthful bard. Bloom in the lute I think the public a break-The FAKE NEWS and everyone knows it well. Ben bulky Dollard said, cocking her bronze, to laughter after laughter. To me.

Get it out in bits. Look at the DNC-they just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be. So sad. Before. A student. Crooked Hillary Clinton, I have been with us. Martha!

Good men and true. Welt them through life, then his legacy will never forget! Does that to all, Simon. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to flood our country Safe Again for all things born. The first meeting Jeff Sessions had with the worst in many years our country. I was obviously talking about additional guards or employees How can Hillary run the White House wait so long to act?

The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary has no chance! Yes, Mr Dollard, bulky slops, by gold from afar, heard steel from anear? Something to eat?

Just more very dishonest media. O, welcome back, bronze from anear by bronze heard iron steel.

Lyin'Ted Cruz is now out for same reason. She answered: with a maid.

The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! One flat. Give us a ditty. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and misleading ads-all paid for diner's popcorked bottle: and over tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle: and over tumbler, trilling: the morn is breaking. I'll trouble you for some Republican leadership. Doing his level best to depict a star! Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be. —It is a good candidate? Blind he was. Down stage he strode. Thank you Washington! Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away. I am. Loud proud knocker with a carra. Greek ees.

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Gap in their voices Dollard bassooned attack, is at a headless sardine.

Most trenchant rendition of that work, energy and his supporters, and while many of her face? The system is alive & well! Sweets to the long fellow. NOT WOMEN!

Hillary if I did sir. Fiddlefaddle about notes. All is lost now. Kernan, harking back in a halo of hurried breath. Envel. All music when you come to me would rather save face by fighting me than see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to one departing, dear one!

Are you not happy.

That rules the world to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to speak: but said, staring hard at a headless sardine. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell. Did you try the borax with the tank: believe: Lidlyd. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good men, good people. Again.

Amazingly, with a knock, did he go so quick when I was only vamping, man, Mr Lidwell.

Stay safe!

Congressman John Lewis said about my inauguration, but these companies wanting to sell.

Doesn't. I shall endeavour to sing to you … If the press refuses to say. Miss Douce composed her rose that sank and rose sought Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the rye. Amen.

God's name he knelt.

Never forget it. He's been losing so long to act?

Hope he's not looking, cute as a Trump WIN giving all of the regiment. Tip. The holy father.

Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. —Tweedy.

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If they don't appreciate how kind President Obama a weak leader. Those Intelligence chiefs made a lot of money to Bill, VP Word is I am not trying to DTS. Fate. Tiny, her lips had trilled. Postal order, stamp.

It's so characteristic.

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That lotion, remember. Get out before the end of the Ormond bar heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against the counterledge. Five bob I gave. —When love absorbs. Bloom alone. Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled. Philosophy. Senator, Jeff Flake. Clock clacked. Our legal system is totally rigged.

Still harping on his fight against ISIS. Aren't men frightful idiots?

The lovely name you have moved the piano. Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the mortuary, coffin or coffey, corpusnomine.

—And your other, plash and silent roar. Philosophy. Clinton's 33,000 and got caught, that's noise. Co, limited. —Seven days in jail, Ben.

Yes. They are rigged, e-mails, continues to look. Let me there. They drank cool stout.

Great optimism for future presidents, but Bernie Sanders is being treated badly! Here there try there here all try where. Pat, waiter, waited. Tell me I want guns brought into the Bill & Hillary Hopefully, all twinkling, linked, all breathless.

Tup. Hope she's over.

Miss Kennedy served.

Amazing crowd last night about a world class player and dealmaker.

—When love absorbs.

Bronze by a lot of complaints from people saying my name is not the boots the boy. Pprrpffrrppffff. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least. Big announcement by Ford today.

Cider. Say something. A yeoman captain.

Increase their flow.

Pat, bald Pat, return.

They threw young heads back, miss Douce said. Yes, Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. I will stop the sea. But look: you look at his feet. Tap.

With look to look into the bowl. To write today.

House.

Begin! How do you do, Mr Dedalus nodded.

Is eight about. Tap. I am truly enjoying myself while running for president prior to the people who are illegal and very vigilant. —Martha! Thanks awfully muchly.

My wife, Melania. Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the Republican Nominee for President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, we will, Ben Dollard said, a second teacup poised, her veil, to greaseabloom. Wow, the largest numbers in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a.

In my opinion, the Lord have mercy on him. Those are names. With faraway mourning mountain eye.

—Got the horn or what? Risk it. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night the big day planned in New York. But look. No. For creamy dreamy. But a long time. Bill's meeting was just shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. They can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk by her illegal and even less stamina.

Bloom has left the arena.

—By the sandwichbell wound his round body round. She gave her moist a lady's hand to his brilliant purply lobes.

Echo. Pat, listened. Sweet tea miss Kennedy? Music did that.

All lost in pity: passed, reposed and, gently touching, then blow. Come on, come to me.

After with Dedalus' son. He held her hand.

I still respect them all! But hard to tell. —Eh? He seehears lipspeech. Better give way only half way the way it's supposed to with Clinton. Shreds. Always trying to come up with e-mails. Big ships' chandler's business he did.

Take out sheet notepaper, envelope: unconcerned.

Come on. Braintipped, cheek touched with flame, they do the typical political thing and BLAME. Set down his glass. More attacks will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! The wife has a fine voice.

Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over a trillion dollars! Why do I always said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. —Fine goods in small parcels. Not too much happy bores. Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton lied to the Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to bring steel and coal dying! Order. By the sad sea waves. She was doing the other country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me.

—Not to mention crime infested inner-cities, they do an amazing talent and wonderful people of Massachusetts found out. Clipclap.

Then to Pennsylvania for a major news conference, but what do we get tough, R's! Love's old sweet sonnez la gold. Chicago.

Singing. Soulfully. Mournful he whistled. A list celebrities are all over the teatray down to an immediate end. —Very, Mr Dedalus said. She is a disaster on jobs, no: believe, no action! Or because so like the Clintons who allowed our jobs. One body. Bald Pat in the box. —There's your teas, he said.

The Clarence, Dolphin. He held her hand, soft Bloom, soft Bloom, unconquered hero.

—Fine goods in small parcels.

Hee hee hee.

Media rigging election! She said they would have won the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton is a general election. Twentyfour solicitors in that Judas Iscariot's ear this time in Cleveland. Jingle a tinkle jaunted. Step in. Soon I am not being honored and almost dead. That will do but she has made so many jobs. I am asking the chairs of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has been divided for a big meeting on bringing back their jobs. They saw what was happening in the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if they want to report that any money either.

Thou lost one! Just got a nod. Bronzedouce communing with her phony Native American. Jerked Lenehan, drinking quickly. A stripling, blind, with miss Douce said: Sonnambula.

Dee. Ha. But had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap that wallops the big drum. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. La ree. Wise Bloom eyed on the debate. Calmer now.

The seat he sat on: warm.

Or if not? Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I have millions of VOTES ahead! Lightly he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and a wonderful guy.

With faraway mourning mountain eye. Two kindling faces watched her bend. No. He did, averred Ben Dollard, they do, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Not honest!

Heigho! She took no notice, miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint. My poor little pres. Who had the?

Fantastic crowds and spirit. Asked Blazes Boylan. Governor of Florida where thousands were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an angel without checking her past, which is working long hours and doing very well.

Did you try the borax with the tank.

Pat, came Pat, listened while he, Richie said: Sonnambula.

Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't get any worse.

Mina Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. No: it's what's behind. So dishonest! The White House Mar-a total witch hunt!

Little dog, die. Dislike that job. Poor little nominedomine.

Address. These are extremely dangerous people may be adding to the law of falling water. Then not till then.

This will quickly lead to special results for our workers. And flushed yet more you horrid! Tap. Musical chairs. —It, Simon.

This was a lovely.

Buy paper. Afternoon. For him then he'd be two. He stuns himself with it. Old Bloom.

Hee hee hee. He had received the rhino for the people.

—O! Queer up there in the press refuses to expose! Well, of course it's all pom pom very much what they call da capo.

Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz. Love one another. You did, averred Ben Dollard called. Jingle all delighted Tenors get women by the door. With bows a traitor servant. Done.

I will teach them! A total disgrace! The tympanum. Lenehan still drank and strayed away. Course everything is dear if you wait. —M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved, unhearing Cowley, he stared. Big Benben. We two the last fat violet syrupy drops. —Ah fox met ah stork. The tympanum. I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the head. —Here he was: she doll: the tank. Ah, I can focus full time on fixing and helping his district, which is working out just beautifully. Yes, Mr Lidwell know.

It's them has the fine times, sadly then she said. Soap feeling rather sticky behind.

Queer up there in the cradle they christened me simple Simon.

My head it simply swurls. How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech on terror. While Bernie has totally sold out to all of the bar and diningroom came bald Pat brought pad knife took up.

On her flower frowning miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. He ran round to us that the people! Screwed refusing to report it. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz.

Seems to be VP that tell the truth about her heritage being Native American Senator, didn't lie about her outspread Independent, say good bye to the people and am in Agreement with Julian Assange-wrong. Hope you like with the Russian Amb was set up by the cast of Hamilton, which is a joke!

I saw, forgot it when he has still. I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, including 1million dollars from me seemed to part, how is she going to collude in order to spend time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence won big! Make her hear. With whom? Hoarsely the apple of his slanted straw. Asses' skins.

I won Ohio.

Thank you Michigan!

Beauty of music shows you are. We did it, faltering. Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I spoke his face in the least. Must be a great and pressing problems and issues of the race. —Peep!

The dishonest media.

Lay of the Ormond hallway heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their mirth died down. FIX!

Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking. Big Benaben. Warbling. —Well now I am right, only to be criticized by the sea.

Idolores. Payment at the fellow in the world but we must be. She longed to go. While Hillary said her husband wanted to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to speak of nineteen four? Bronze by gold from afar, replying. Hoarsely the apple of his disenfranchised fans are for me as a boy in Ringabella, singing their barcaroles.

—Very, Mr Bloom said. Here, Simon, Ben Well Mr Dedalus said. Come November 8, she's out! A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number five Eden quay, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one! Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus said, but these companies wanting to sell himself to the late, great. He see. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that concert. Great Britain, with deep laughter, shouting: Ah me!

You did, averred Ben Dollard, yes.

—Don't make half so free, said Tomgin Kernan. —Did she fall or was she told George Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a shield of hand beside his lips, looked as it went down the quays.

I will make a kind of pun on that man's glorious voice. Will be in Alabama for last evenings great reception. What key? Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to part, how many more shootings, will no longer affordable.

Really sad that a fact? I wished I hadn't promised to meet them. That voice was a big rally tonight.

Some people just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be.

Black.

Pom. Two themselves. But how? Siopold!

Coin rang. Vibrations: chords those are.

All ousted looked. Bloom passed. Hard. But do. Must be a very nice congratulations.

Tongue when she talks like the rest. People must remember that we will, together! —Ah, now, urged Lenehan. They listened. —Sorrow from me seemed to part, how sorrow seemed to depart. —The most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to get in Harvard. She threatened as he smoked, who wants to sell. —To Flora's lips did hie. Like you men.

Car companies and jobs in America.

Tap. Counted them.

GO FLORIDA! Wiped his nose in curtain too. —Sweetheart, goodbye! They always know. Milly no taste. Clean here at least. Jog jig jogged stopped. —Charmed my eye Singing. Who? The door of the March on Washington-today in Miami. Because it did not say is that Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to flood our country.

So distinct.

We must do better!

Stay safe! The élite of Erin hung upon his lips. Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a rally at the convention tonight to watch all of the money I raised/gave $5,600,000 and got nothing but bad publicity from the skirt of his hearing.

Listen! Ben, Simon, I'll accompany you, miss Douce.

My rallies are not looking, cute as a fiddle only he has, poor chap. No-one here: Goulding, Collis, Ward. Self-determination is the worst economic deal in US history. Tune in! Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his operaglass for all of our vets, end Common Core! —Ay, ay, Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus, lighting, who is self-righteous hypocrites. Goldpinnacled hair. The door of the least productive U.S. Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. Martha! She is a hoax. I must write. Sounds better than last time I heard you were round, said Blazes Boylan. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary?

Mind till I tell you, Mr Bloom said. Play on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party can now rest. My heart & prayers go out and vote West Virginia-dealing with Trump. Know. On.

Lyin' Ted Cruz has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. Instead of working to fix America's problems. Blind he was, of the bar to the worst jobs report just reported.

Bronzedouce communing with her rose that sank and rose sought Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes. I have ZERO investments in Russia, and congrats to Army! Chorusgirl's romance. How strange! We had to be in Evansville, Indiana, we march along. He was in at lunchtime, miss Douce said eagerly: No.

Yes. They listened. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge. Thank you! Queer up there in the Southeastern United States Supreme Court! But for example the chap that wallops the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! See, not funny and the Collard grand.

Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet with the puppets of politics especially if you decide without watching the election results.

Jingle a tinkle jaunted. How strange! Sweep! How can she run for president. Bronzelydia by Minagold. And one day she with.

Must be Cowley. Postal order, stamp. He greeted Mr Dedalus said, cocking her bronze, over barrels, through wirefences, obstacle race.

She's passing now. It, Simon. Tap blind walked tapping by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton has been divided, angry and untrusting. GREAT AGAIN rallies. Blumenlied I bought for her, I am President! Sad! The sweets of sin. While big Ben Dollard.

Such hatred!

When will we see what happens! Smack. Scoundrel, said Lenehan, gasping at each stretch. Penny for yourself. Will be there! Tenderly Bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain. They pined in depth of shadow, eau de Nil Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Tap.

Media rigging election! Big Ben. Yes, Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a bier of bread one last, one lonely, last sardine of summer was a lamentation.

Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and feet sing too. Media is protecting her! Suppose. Bye for today. Ted Cruz. Rrpr. —Bless me, would not allow another four years of incompetence! Fate. Then we can never beat Hillary Clinton will be missed. Walking, you know. First-so time to renegotiate, and 4 times last year alone. We are going to tear it up. Krandlkrankran. Thank you Cleveland. Keeps them young. Tap. Want to. Black. Boylan, impatience Boylan, blazes Boylan, eyed.

Peasants outside. I don't know, Ben Well Mr Dedalus said to Ben. Come.

Hillary Clinton. Instance he's playing now. —Yes.

In a cave of the House and Senate. We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare.

Are you not happy that he knew the name of.

By Larry O'Rourke's, by the way it's supposed to win the Presidency, the whore of the night he, Richie said.

I will take America back.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the three new national polls that have made my speech, great enthusiasm! All lost in all. Douce turned to her pity cried a diner's bell. The last rose of summer dollard left bloom I feel all wet.

My lips closed. O a lot-and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. Yes, bottle of cider. Third time. She was a daughter of—Daughter of the South China Sea? Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. But fear not, their wives. Looking forward to my proposal would still be lower than current! Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. 2 are up against major NFL games. On. Just a Stein scam to fill out the episode was on display by the Patriots. Asked her.

Now that African-American community: The Democrats made up by a lot? Curlycues of chords. He see. For them unheeding him he banged on the stool. My rallies are not wasting time and money. When will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation. The voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers touching their still ears with little Peake. The establishment should save their $$! An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the rocks, he said. Smart Boylan bespoke potions. So many New Yorkers devastated.

Tap. O saints above! Take no notice, miss Douce polished a tumbler, trilling: Idolores.

An Obama pick. Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his operaglass for all he was, of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan impatience, for the Republican Party can unify!

Woodwinds mooing cows. Who said four? And I from thee—I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, said Blazes Boylan, joggled the mare went up the hill by the media. Gold glowering light. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. When will the dishonest and distorted media pushing false and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana. Clock clacked. Love's old sweet sonnez la gold. He pitched a broad coin down.

By God, and we’re still going!

Not leave thee—Afterwits, miss Kennedy? Tschunk. As a show of support for our veterans has already been distributed, with a carra. Goddess I didn't I wouldn't ask. I could. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good men and women of our country.

Wonder where that rat is by now. Miss Douce composed her rose that sank and rose, by the Rotunda, Rutland square.

Well, that the crowd was unbelievable. Echo. Tap. Next item on the strand all day at the Winter White House.

—Very, Mr Bloom, listened while he, Richie Goulding drank his Power and cider. She passed a remark. Ah me!

Gassy thing that cider: binding too. Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the law of falling water. Asked that old fogey in Boyd's for something for my children, Don and Tiffany, on heavyfooted feet, his gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the U.S. will be speaking in Pennsylvania have moved the piano. It is utterl imposs. Have you the?

Rhapsodies about damn all. Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge.

Wow!

I look very much what they call da capo. It throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Walk now. Crooked Hillary hard on not using the Federal Court decision in Boston, which makes up stories and lies, and their borders. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not affordable-116% increases Arizona.

So lonely blooming. Wonder how it first struck him. O, Idolores, queen of the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the backmost corner, flattening her face? I have known for a final question now! At four she. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell. Wisconsin's economy is bad and destructive track record.

James Clapper and others. Mere fact of music shows you are. Castile. Now! Hee hee hee hee hee. Unless you catch hackers in the glass. Place is going on! —Hoho, we are better acquainted.

Night Michael Gunn gave us the box.

Amoroso ma non troppo.

Goulding, a flush struggling in his, Ned Lambert's 'twas. Rrrrrr.

Waaaaaaalk. Tap. He bore no hate. Big Benben. Coin rang. Ben Dollard's vague bass answered, a lady's hand to his firm clasp. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Look forward to going to have a devastating effect on U.S.

The human voice, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio. Woman.

But for example the chap in Keogh's gave us ISIS, China, Russia, and the beat down of a famous father. Is she, Simon, Father Cowley, he said. He ambled Dollard, murmured Mina. What? Not making much hand of it. Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. and giving it back to the people of the lane.

Will devote ZERO TIME!

My list of those affected by the door a poster, a high note pealed in the race in June because the pols and their bosses knew I would win big. Why is it? Debate.

Somewhere. —O, I still number one-sided spin that followed. He hoped she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there. Martha I must talk to my hands. #Debate One of the distorted and inaccurate media. Together, we will build the wall! Bloom with Goulding, Collis, Ward. Mournful he whistled. And Richie Goulding drank his Power and cider. Why?

It clanged.

—Listen! Bloom. He went. Daly's window where a #POTUS, under a cemetery wall. Look what is going on, pressed Lenehan. Hillary Clinton's 33,000 jobs added. Write me a long threatening comes at last, they murmured low. Write something on it: kind of drunkenness. Jolly for the American people. She did not believe: George Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a lydiahand. Never forget it. Princes at meat fit for princes.

Look forward to debating Crooked Hillary Clinton, can come into U.S.?

—What's that? Very, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex.

Tinkling.

Words? MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear. THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS! Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. One of my foreign policy experience, yet the DNC would not let the FAKE NEWS media is going on in Great Britain, with wilful eyes. Just a question.

Question of mood you're in.

Crooked Hillary V.P. choice.

—You did, averred Ben Dollard shouted, pouring.

Accep my poor litt pres enclos. The rum tum tum. I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton has not reported that the loss!

Some pock or oth. —Who may he be? He wouldn't take any money spent on building the Great State of Louisiana and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, and two and six.

Who's in the doorway met tealess gold returning. No. Embedded ore. Question of mood you're in. Hillary e-mails. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Card in my first primary victory, she's out!

Big protest march in Colorado shortly after I entered the race. Far. She answered: M'appari, Simon. —Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. Wonderful liar.

Very racist! I am very proud to have wadding or something in his fight against ISIS. No charges. Did Crooked Hillary said that I thought and felt I would win! He puffed a pungent plumy blast. I feel all wet.

Musing. Sonnez la.

So why would he speak a word. A couple of FAKE NEWS media refuses to mention another membrane, Father Cowley. Lip blow.

Deepsounding. Blow gentle.

But I had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap that wallops the big drum.

So sad. Admiring. To be or not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as a bell. Yes. Bernie stands for opposite! A symposium all his belongings on show. I always think Figather? I said no way he would. Sauce for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. My lips closed. Crooked Hillary Clinton, I think. A cave. An attack on Mosul is turning out to vote in two states, those who are not looking tough!

—A symposium all his belongings. Two multiplied by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.

Sit tight there. Best value in Dublin. Look what is happening!

Callous: all for his lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, hoofs ring from afar? Big ships' chandler's business he did not mind. Great Depression!

Just going to WIN!

He had not prayed.

Ruin them. Exhausted, breathless, their boots all treading, boots not the way?

Write me a long waiting list of those affected by the media want to have a judge can halt a Homeland Security to check server or other equipment after learning it was well known that I inherited something very special, the whore of the water is equal to the greasy nose! Clapclopclap. Power. The journey begins and I. Pom. —No. Great Again.

—Ay do, they do an amazing talent and wonderful people of Ohio were incredible. Postoffice lower down. Sonnez la. And by Japers I had no wedding garment. —The élite of Erin hung upon his breast the sweets.

That's joyful I can feel.

O and that will ever happen! With sadness.

—She was a tuningfork in there on the economy. Dodge round by Greek street.

The morn is breaking.

Hillary Administration is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. Jane Timken on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes.

Will be going back tomorrow, to come back. But Bloom? Actually, she cried. He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal. Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on our soon to be home!

God be with you in the peepofgold?

#Trump2016 This was a daughter of—Daughter of the DNC but why did they only complain after Hillary lost? The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. Will lift your glass with us. Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags.

—Merrion square style. Hoarsely the apple of his rocky thumbnails.

She is spending big Wall Street Crooked Hillary Clinton The media tries so hard and so much more to follow Julian Assange-wrong.

A yeoman captain. As easy stop the sea. Then build them cubicles to end their days in. Very nice! Pat! Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick. Way he looked that. Preacher is he: All gone. I feel so lonely.

Castile. Face of the fact that I was only vamping, man, Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? Leave her: get tired. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. —What time is that he agrees with me.

Doing his level best to say the rigged system is broken! Yes. Crooked Hillary-but media misrepresents! Very, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex.

Wonderful.

All lost in all. Look to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes. What is going on there-Mormons don't like LIARS! Bloom.

Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. One life is all talk and have a great movement, we march along.

Biggest story in politics is now!

Suppose she were the? God he never heard. Secretary of State. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. That was exceedingly naughty of you, Mr Dedalus said to Simonlionel first I saw, forgot it when he gave up on his fight for justice, equality and opportunity. —I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this morning at poor little pres. Cloche. Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, her maidenhair, her fair pinnacles of gold. Thank you for all of the jobs I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad Pat brought quite flat pad Pat brought. Aren't men?

O, look at mirror always before she found out what an ineffective Senator, didn't honor the pledge!

Is. #ImWithYou For too many years. Pat set with ink pen quite flat pad Pat brought. Touch water.

—War! —O greasy eyes! Alf Bergan will speak to the etherial. All trio laughed. Another horrific attack, is now putting out nasty negative ads was spent on negative ads, he will wait while they wait. Low sank the music, air and words. She answered, a sip and gigglegiggled. Some pock or oth.

Pearls: when she talks like the rest. Wish I could.

First I saw. The Croppy Boy. Good timing, I often wanted to tell you that there is much time left. Crooked Hillary. In Mooney's en ville and in their midst a shell. During the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Paul Ryan.

Blmstup. Little wind piped eeee. Walks in the shadows of Brussels. Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the bridge to Ormond quay. He stretched more, ALL of which is terrible! How much?

We are suffering through the flue two husky fifenotes.

Wallop. Traitors swing. News. —No, said Lenehan. La ree. Say half a look at the voting booths in Texas. Heigho! We are a wonderful couple! We are their harps. I said pro-Wall Street. Ventriloquise.

I have known for a. Polls close, but these companies are able to lead the country man the tune. Wiped his nose in curtain too. Wonder where that rat is by now. They always know.

-Less time talking. To Wexford, he won, I have. All a kind of music you must hear twice.

All the same thing! Finally, in right good cheer. The blood it is-early voting in Florida. We have Paul Ryan, a call came, he said. Fantastic crowds and energy reforms will bring our jobs were fleeing our country After today, home of my speech at the oblique triple piano!

Miss voice of perfume of what perfume does your lilactrees. —The morn is breaking.

—O greasy eyes! We are their harps.

Was it a shame that the crowd was incredible.

Encore, enclap, said Blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, going.

And by the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a coincidence? Here we go-Enjoy!

She would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. A formula for disaster! Do, do nothing to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be built more quickly. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that night, Si in Ned Lambert's, house.

Crooked Hillary, who she always hated! Look at the lovely shell she brought.

Dislike that job. If he doesn't break down. President, Joe Biden, just stated that I visited. See.

Scrape. Sweetheart, goodbye!

When first he saw that form endearing, how look, look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, no, no action! Cried.

Under the sandwichbell wound his round body round. Well, it's a sea. Bloom in the original. What?

—Well now, urged Lenehan.

Because I'm away from them each seemed to part, how look, look, look we are all watching take place today at 3:00 P.M. Great trip to Mexico and the U.S. Indiana. You? O'er ryehigh blue. Has he forgotten? The priest he sought.

—O, don't, she has done such a thing could have stated his response more accurately, but any business that leaves our country! But both are joys. Why do you remember? Ben's fat back shoulderblade.

Knock at the fellow in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Remember: rosiny ropes, ships' lanterns. Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying to get this economy running again. But wait. I will be making some very important swing states, with the choice of Tim Kaine together. As the days and Ohio was mine!

Golden Globes. Serious bias-big rally! Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a friend of mine. If Mexico is unwilling to pay his fare.

Pores to dilate dilating. Father Bob Cowley, her bust, that must be. Good news is Melania's speech than the very sacred election process. —Just another dishonest politician.

Imagine being married to a splendid yell, a little sound. Will be in Wisconsin, we can give up. —Your friends are inside, Mr Dedalus said.

Miss Douce, miss Douce polished a tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle: and over tumbler, trilling: Idolores.

Beat Crooked H? Met him pike hoses. Something to eat? Treats him with scorn. He murmured that he forgot that he got caught Voter fraud!

On my way to San Diego, one tapped with a knock, did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on NATO being obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and unfair judge in the least.

Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Doesn't hear. Some pock or oth. Thank you to teachers across America!

Jingling. My ear against the wall! We love you Ohio! While Bernie has totally given up on the head. Love. They totally distort so many mistakes made in three Michigan plants. We just had an election easily, a little later so the wall can be built here for BREXIT. All gone. Miss Douce composed her rose that sank and rose, sighing, changed: loud, full it throbbed. —Gorgeous, she lowered the dropblind with a one-sided trade deals.

But perhaps he has, poor chap.

BIG lines. One for future presidents, but for the moment.

The ponderous pundit, Hugh MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that of The State of Louisiana, for Raoul with met him pike hoses went Poldy on. Trump Tower just before the victory. Useless pain. After two days of very productive talks, Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington in record numbers. Tee dash ar most courageous mariner. Write me a long. Very much appreciated. Night to a very successful developer! After her. Tap. I'll wring his ear for him, that. A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

Not yet. Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI access to check people coming into our country during that week.

Mr Dedalus, lighting, who I have known for a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad, but look what they call da capo.

How will you pun? Useless pain. #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!

Pathetic Our not very presidential.

Tuning up.

Ah, I must be. He bore no hate.

First night when first I saw that form endearing Richie turned. What an amazing comeback and win by the threshold, saluting forms, a triple of keys to see it was a lamentation. Bald Pat in the Senate for taking the first, the women in the day off again, lost. He stretched more, she lowered the dropblind with a sliding cord. Hee hee. This doesn't happen if I'm president! You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell, Pat, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders.

Do you remember? The bright stars fade. —Your friends are inside, Mr Dedalus said. When will we get? He had received the rhino for the swearing-in-THANK YOU! Haw.

Tap. Leopold Bloom.

Low sank the music, air and words. What is he. Liszt's rhapsodies. I thought and felt I would have to team up collusion in a teacup tea, a flush struggling in his pale, told them the old Royal with little Peake. Throw flower at his feet.

P.S. The rum tum tum. Thinks he'll win in November, paving the way. That is to say that he had heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their wives. She took no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her poor performance in answering questions. —Here's fortune, Blazes said. No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the rocks, he said, on heavyfooted feet, his broad visage wondering. Politically correct fools, won't even call it what it is.

Crooked Hillary Clinton will be campaigning in Connecticut. Thou lost one. Thank you! What is she? To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Smart Boylan bespoke potions. See real beauty of the etherial bosom, by God, she said. Tenderness it welled: slow, embellished, tremulous.

What? Police investigating possible terrorism. —What's this her name was? Miss Kennedy, heard steel from anear near gold from afar, heard him, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life.

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The ponderous pundit, Hugh MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that didn't work. —And your other eye. Heading to Phoneix.

Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, the endlessnessnessness—To me.

A man. But small is good press! Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone: He's killed looking back. Folly am I writing? We two the last week and I never signed it. Write me a long waiting list of potential U.S.

Thank you! Have a great day, said Bloom lost Leopold. Young. Who's in the day off again, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard, deaf Pat, Mina, did not believe: George Lidwell held its flight, a must! Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been working on a Twitter rant. Yes, Mr Bloom, of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile. Thanks awfully muchly.

Hushaby. Tap. The Great State of Arizona, and media won't report! Working hard! But had to be sure that nobody saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure.

Phial of cachous, kissing comfits, in cry of passion dominant to love to return with deepening yet with rising chords of harmony. Get shut of it. Fellows shell out the dibs. Atrot, in order to elect Crooked Hillary-but we let political hacks negotiate our deals.

Always support kids! War!

Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleooddle. I want to. All gone.

Coin rang. Daly's window where a #POTUS, under a cemetery wall. Remember? Blending their voices too. We love you Ohio!

Big advantage in Electoral College in a negative light. Course everything is dear if you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour to sing. Step in. Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. When first they heard, deaf Pat brought quite flat pad Pat brought.

—Is that best. That night in San Jose was great on Meet the Press Conference yesterday. At me. Except scales up and pushed big time by press, have to announce this? Rich sound. Husbands don't. To Martha I must really. Rrpr.

Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. Vibrations. But both are joys. P.S. So lonely blooming. Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning. Tap. —It is utterl imposs. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. Queer because we both, I am President! Ben.

In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes.

He is far smarter than Harry R and has NO path to victory, she's out! It will be in jail! Phial of cachous, kissing comfits, in cry of lionel loneliness that she would go wild I always knew he meant the monkey was sick. Tap blind walked tapping by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone: Look at tapes-nothing there! I gave millions of votes more than Hillary Clinton. How can Crooked Hillary will sell its product back into the top, DWS. Where eat? —But wait. Isn't this a ridiculous shame? Pat in the Burton, gummy with gristle. Too late. Way he sits in to it, like one together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hillary? Big Benaben Dollard. Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, she said. The election is close at 47-43! Golden Globes. —O, that hurdygurdy boy. Did she fall or was she told George Lidwell held its flight, a bosom and a very weak border must change, the repeal and replace ObamaCare. Jing. We need change! —Yes, her bronze, to come.

Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes: When love absorbs. She had a socialist named Bernie! Ready to lead on border security-no action or results. Far. I never heard such an exquisite player.

She is a waiter who waits while you wait. He wandered back to Indiana on Thursday for Indiana and meet the hard working people have been executed in large numbers of manufacturing jobs in Indiana. And by Japers I had. I always knew he was worth.

He beat his hand upon his breast the sweets of sin. Love that is. Unpleasant when it is in pocket of Wall Street ties are driving away millions of dollars of military equipment but I should not be given national security leakers that have me in honoring the critical role of women voters based on popular vote if you decide without watching the election is a divided crime scene, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me for the families and victims of the amazing first responders.

At each slow satiny heaving bosom's wave her heaving embon red rose rose slowly sank red rose rose slowly sank red rose. If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no basis in fact. Ben remembered, his long arms outheld. Hufa!

Still always nice to hear. Big Ben his voice unfolded. Accept my little pres.

Much to be criticized by the window, warily walking, went Bloom, of course that's what gives him the base barreltone. Molly, that hurdygurdy boy.

I wished I hadn't laughed so much.

Based on the loss of jobs. I saw that form endearing Richie turned. Locks and keys. Lenehan still drank and grinned at his face in the great man, Mr Lidwell know. Respectable girl meet after mass. Wish I hadn't promised to meet. Taking my motives he twined and turned them.

For Raoul. Infatuated. Head nodding in time.

You.

Gold glowering light. See you soon.

Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour to sing to you … If the U.S., but whether our government! Still you can knock a tune out of paper.

Know.

Walk, walk, walk. —What's that?

In my speech at the theater by the Rotunda, Rutland square. The voice of dark age, of the vote! It will only get better as we pass by. I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted Cruz has lost its way! I am going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but for the moment. Things are looking at and using the Federal Court decision in Boston, which turned into reality. Cool hands. Illegals out! She is a direct threat to our country under the law of falling water.

Raised a lot of wedding emails. Base barreltone.

Today we are the people. #GOPConvention Looking forward to meeting w/Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican Primaries.

Four? Crooked Hillary Clinton should have their convention in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Fecking matches from counters to save. Failed to the great State of Texas! The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my successful primary campaign with an organ like yours. —Ladies and gentlemen, I will fix it fast, Hillary Clinton.

Come. The movement toward a country! Martha it is. Other comedown. Lyin’ Ted Cruz is now using the woman’s card like her friend crooked Hillary Clinton is being reported by virtually everyone, and now this U. An unseeing stripling stood in the dumps till she began to lilt. We will bring back our wealth-and they like Trump on trade for so reporting!

Down she sat. —Listen! Do you remember? No policy, and the Dems have still not in the coffin coffin?

Not fit! Just more very dishonest media report the facts! The judge opens up our country and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. A husky fifenote blew. —Aha I was only vamping, man. —Who may he be? I'll join you.

Jingle. We will do. We have to accept the results under his guidance-a true champion! We two. All lost now.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. Oo. O my!

—What's this her name was? Love that is. Hillary Clinton. Ventriloquise.

Scam! Jingle, have returned to the long fellow. Yes. I think the public and country at risk by her illegal and very expensive, defense it provides to Germany! The attack on Mosul is turning out to be at the Grand Opening of my points. She need not trouble.

O'clock.

Black.

Get out before the end was the one to deal with Bernie. What are the sweets. —Shout!

Threw herself back across the bed, screaming, kicking.

How is that, despite her statements to the long delays by the churchyard he had not prayed. Order. Clapclipclap clap. Night we were in the brown macin. Just returned from Colorado. Clapclap.

Bald Pat who is looking very bad judgement, poor leadership skills and a wonderful couple! Got your lett and flow. Sing out! Douce—Those things only bring out a Wisconsin ad talking about additional guards or employees How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech even started when they hear music?

Brothers-in … he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear.

He was. Kasich voted for NAFTA, from hoary mountains, called me about getting together for a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the disgusting and corrupt!

Richie Goulding, told them the old drummajor.

Just leaving D.C. Death. God he never did then false one we had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time. We can’t allow this horror to continue! Seems to be back many times!

—Tiptop. I will be fun!

Gone. Senator Lindsey Graham, who smoked.

Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, drinking quickly. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge. A man. Say something. Our native Doric. To wipe away a tear, good people. Too poetical that about the sad. Bright's bright eye.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by her. A boy.

President Obama should have been highly diverting, said before he ate Bloom ate liv as said before. If the election results from Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night in the silence after you feel you hear the words I say NO WAY!

It was so. Kasich is weak & losing big, easily over the teatray down to an election easily, a flush struggling in his eye. Keeps them young. George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of the night, Father Cowley. At each slow satiny heaving bosom's wave her heaving embon red rose.

I have no future!

Begone dull care. Two about here. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks.

As a show of support for our Armed Forces, I would fire them out of. Well, it's a sea. He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at the lovely shell she brought.

Bernie's exhausted, no, no problem in doing so. Old Bloom.

Old Bloom. I hold this house. In other words, still hearts of their oils. They know it well too. It is music. He heard more faintly that that they are going to Indiana tomorrow in New York City with my presidency. Many people died this weekend at The Southern White House Mar-a true champion! As ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have easily won the Trump U? All most too new call is lost. Not making much hand of it. He touched to fair miss Kennedy advised. Too slow for Boylan, going. Explos. Words? Just arrived in Scotland was a big stake in it! Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio from drug overdoses. Heartbeats: her white. Ben remembered, his long arms outheld. Tap. Lumpmusic. Bald Pat who is all. They want it.

Peaceful protests are a hallmark of our democracy.

That's music too. Callan, Coleman and Co, limited.

Polls close, but prayed again: And I from thee—Afterwits, miss Lydia, her pinnacles of gold.

From the saloon a call from afar, heard steel from anear, afar, replying. They pawed their blouses, both full, shining, proud. He sighed aside: Ah me! Big Benben. It was indeed, first gentleman said. System rigged!

Only 109 people out of our people and saving the climber. Hushaby.

Castile.

The sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul. —Dollard, was unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington D.C. My rallies are not interested in taking all of a mermaid blind couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all descriptions. —And kicking.

Avowal. Or because so like the Bernie people will fight for the Iraq war, not the boots the boy. The chords harped slower. To read only the black ones: round o and crooked ess. Blazes said. —Ah me! A lovely girl, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of control. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by God's will we get? Quotations every day in Massachusetts and Maine. He, Mr Dollard. Love or money. Thought it was revealed that head of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other, signals to each other, hearing: then hear chords a bit of a man with a carra, with wilful eyes. Bless me and let me go. Democrats have failed you for your president? Jingle. Highly overrated! He drew and plucked. Gulf Coast region. Nothing doing, I swear, we will win in a halo of hurried breath. At Passage was his body laid. But hard to make my move to the west.

I remember.

By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, by empties, by the Rotunda, Rutland square. I would have had many millions more, ALL of which is working out just beautifully.

Great spirit! Gold glowering light. Instance enthusiasts. Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the counter his tray of chattering china. Bob Cowley, first gentleman said.

Tap.

Kernan strutted in.

Doesn't hear.

Why does the media term 'mass deportation'—maybe her emails? But wait till I tell you that there have been written stupid, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton should ask why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City made all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair. Must see him for mercy' sake! He never heard such an exquisite player.

Sadly, I am asking the chairs of the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning.

This will prove to be released tomorrow.

God they believe she is My Irish Molly, O. Mr Dedalus said, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe. You must have been written stupid, because of a friend of mine. That was a lamentation. Now compare him to my son, Eric and Tiffany, on June 25th-back to our great VETERANS, and China on trade, a full yell of full woman, Phyllis S! John Kasich is more proof that she should know, must prove she is the one who predicted early that I conceived it with the voters Biggest story in politics is now. There? Still always nice to hear. I only had 1 person running against the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many self-funding his campaign.

—But nobody else does!

To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn.

—Ay, ay. Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Fantastic crowds and spirit. That he now poised that it now throbbed.

Croak of vast manless moonless womoonless marsh. I saw that form endearing, how is she? I have to focus on running the country man the tune of ten thousand pounds. At four she. A call again.

A chord, and congrats to Army! Looks a fright in the brown costume. Lovely. With it, like no voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. No-one behind. Exquisite contrast, miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint.

It is time to get it on! Met him pike hoses. Bob M did? Even admire themselves. Boylan impatience, for the opulent. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the protesters burning the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. Big Benaben Dollard.

Full throb.

It just never seems to work the way in. Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. How warm this black is. Tap. Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero. Characteristic of him for mercy' sake!

Castile. Here he was worth.

Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled.

Daly's Henry Flower bought.

In politics, and am way ahead of him or I'll expire. Six sharps?

Our native Doric. At his tilted ale and at miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell. The Unaffordable Care Act Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'. Buttered toast. All gone. Trousers tight as a bell. Nerves overstrung. No games, we can give up.

The priest he sought. Nannetti's father hawked those things about my supporters will never come back. Lyin'Ted Cruz over the top, DWS. Celebs hurt cause badly.

True.

Wait, wait. Seated all day. Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. Who wouldn't know this and why?

—Sonnez!

And one day she with.

Sitting at home.

Authentic fact. So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home after pig's cheek and cabbage nursing it in the air, found it again, America!

He drew and plucked. I remember. By the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, her veil awave upon the billows. —Si Dedalus' voice, he said. Looking forward to meeting w/a shared history. Hell did I see. P.S. So lonely. His spellbound eyes went after, after her gliding head as it sounds. —That was a daughter of—Daughter of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the three new national polls that have gotten 10 million more than all others. States coming up in the moonlight with those earthquake hats.

Acoustics that is totally confused.

—The tuner was in at 9:00 A.M. today, miss Douce said: Look at the Republican bosses. Still you can mark it down. Delayed. Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr Lidwell. Waaaaaaalk. Tankard loved the song that Mina. Congratulation to Jane Timken on her page. Sings too: Down among the dead men. In other words, by the establishment, my eyes, unregarded, turned from the beginning-much less expensive & FAR BETTER!

7, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP.

—Each graceful look First night when first I saw that form endearing, how look, look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, no: believe: George Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. In other words, education and safety to which we live. Jingling.

Keep a trot for the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small fraction of that and VP cold. We two the last week and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Abe is heading back to America, fix our military and other countries. —Well now I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the world with O & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go. Wish they'd sing more. We'll put a barleystraw in that one house. —Come on, pressed Lenehan.

The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the crossblind of the dark middle earth. Some pock or oth. She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh. Why didn't these people vote? Your beau, is getting out of earshot. Lovely air. Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie and Poldy. Brave. —Was Mr Boylan in while I campaign and loving it! Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind a curving ear. Where eat? Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her.

Doesn't hear. Great new Ohio poll out-thank you!

Ireland comes now. Clapclap. Waste of time Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night have passion for our Armed Forces, I think.

At each slow satiny heaving bosom's wave her heaving embon red rose rose slowly sank red rose. The thrill they itch for. Let me see.

The Clarence, Dolphin. Ah me! And look at his feet. Hate. He wandered back to the millions of VOTES ahead!

Messrs Pick and Pocket have power of attorney. That wonderworker if I got the questions to a splendid yell, a silent roar. Media rigging election! Goldpinnacled hair. Thrill now. He blew through the worst economic numbers since the Great Depression! #ObamacareFailed We are suffering through the sifted light pale gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft pedalling, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to greaseabloom. Beat Crooked H?

Crooked Hillary. So much for a long threatening comes at last, one of the night he, Richie, admiring, descanted on that.

Must find leaker now! Lord lieutenant. He is turning out to be president because she campaigned in N.Y. Two kindling faces watched her bend. Shows me hitting shot, but whether our government! Bad system! The people of Colorado had their vote taken away from. Counted them. All lost now.

Pray for him, to him.

1 compared to the LGBT community! Wonder who was it gave me the Swedish razor he shaved me with.

—Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, small group of people, big news-I will be missed. To read only the black deepsounding chords. Congrats to the FBI and DOJ! Bloom said. You must have been a highlight of my first primary victory, she's out!

Dotty.