#she chicken on my noodle til i soup

[soup-soup-soup-soup-soup]

SOUP-ER BOWL ROUND 5

I'M VIETNAMESE AND BORN IN THE YEAR OF THE CHICKEN SO THIS IS HELLA AWKWARD, BUT ANYWAYS--PLEASE WELCOME THIS SIMPLE YET FLAVOR PACKED AND LIGHT SOUP, FEATURING THIN, SMOOTH BROTH AND NOODLES, AND OF COURSE, TOPPED WITH THAT VERSATILE CHICKEN MEAT--GUARANTEED TO PLEASE EVEN THE PICKIEST OF EATERS--PHỞ GÀ!!

(image credit + recipe: https://beyondsweetandsavory.com/pho-ga-vietnamese-chicken-noodle-soup/)

AND ON THE OPPOSING SIDE IS A CHILDHOOD MEMORY FULL TO THE BOWL RIM WITH NOSTALGIA, OF SICK DAYS AND WINTER MORNINGS (OR 2 AM FEASTS)--FROM A CAN OR HANDMADE, EITHER WAY IT'S GREAT--ADD CELERY, CARROTS, YOUR FAVORITE WHEAT NOODLES, AND OF COURSE, YOU CAN'T FORGET THAT CHI-CHI-CHICKEN! IT'S THE CLASSIC CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP!!

(image credit: bhg.com)

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Nowhere Else to Go

Remus turns up at Roman's doorstep after disappearing five years previous, left with almost nothing after his relationship ended in traged.

Roman stared dumbfounded at his twin, who stood tear-stained and battered on his door step.

"I didn't know where else to go." Remus croaked helplessly, lightly bouncing the baby his arms.

"Roman?" A voice called from deeper in the apartment. A tall man wearing black rimmed glasses appeared behind him. "Roman, who's- Oh." He went still. "Is that-"

Remus glanced between the two. "I- I'm sorry. I- I should- I should leave. I'm sorry-"

Roman caught his shoulder as he turned to walk away. Remus instinctively jerked away, raising an arm to protect the child in his arms. Roman let him go.

"What happened to you?" Roman finally spoke.

"I-it's a long story," Remus mumbled.

"Come inside. Do you have a bag?"

Remus nodded. "In the car."

"Okay, let's get that and get you and...?"

"Virgil," Remus filled in.

Roman nodded. "Let's get you inside."

"Let me help." The stranger Remus had seen before took one of the bags from Roman.

"Thanks." Roman closed and bolted the door behind him. "Uh, Logan this is my brother Remus and...I guess my nephew, Virgil. Rem, this is Logan."

"Nice to meet you," Logan offered a smile.

Virgil blew a raspberry, drawing a small smile from Remus. "You too," Remus replied.

"Have you eaten recently?" Roman asked and ushered Remus into the living room.

"Uh. At lunch?"

"I'll go find something to heat up," Logan offered.

"Thanks." Roman gestured to the couch and the brothers sat together. For a moment he watched Virgil contentedly gnaw on ring of plastic keys and bounce on Remus's anxiously moving leg. "I don't even know where to start... How old is he?"

"Eighteen months," Remus answered.

"What about?..." The question hung in the air a moment.

Remus swallowed and shook his head. "She's gone. She, uh," he let out a slow breath. "There was an accident. She was drunk. Hit a pole."

"Were you-"

Remus shook his head. "We weren't with her."

"Then what happened? I mean you've got a pretty good cut on your cheek."

"I tried to keep the keys from her this morning."

Roman's face fell. "Oh no... Oh, don't tell me-"

"She didn't used to," Remus cut in. "It wasn't til after Virgil was born that things got bad. I don't know what happened."

Roman shook his head. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

"I'm the one who took off. I didn't mean to stay gone, but- I mean, I was angry, but I wasn't that angry. I went to call you, but she'd deleted your number and I- I didn't know what to do. And then we had Virgil and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to come sooner, I did, but I- she wouldn't let me. She said she'd hurt herself and Virgil if I left. I didn't know what to do. I didn't mean to stay gone, Ro, I swear, I didn't."

"It's okay. It wasn't your fault," Roman assured, resting a hand on Remus's back. "You're home now, that's what's important. You're home and you're safe. And so is Virgil."

Remus nodded, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. "Thanks, Ro."

Roman pulled Remus sideways into his arms. "Anything for family."

"Sorry. Um, speaking of which," Logan cut in as he came into the room. "I just got a call from Patton, he just got off work at the restaurant and his car won't start. I need to go pick him." He set down a tray with a bowl of chicken noodle soup, a second bowl of cut up strawberries, and a glass of water. "The strawberries should be small enough for Virgil to handle, provided he doesn't have any allergies."

"Thank you," Remus answered thickly. He cleared his throat. "If- if you want I can take a look at the car?" He offered. "Um. I can't do much, I, uh, I dropped out before I got my certs, but I can take a look."

"I would appreciate that. Maybe we can meet up after you've had time to settle in."

Roman stood. "Let me walk you out."

Remus watched the two walk away before plucking a piece of strawberry from the bowl and offering it Virgil, who stared at it with wide eyes.

"Yeah, I know. Been a hot minute since you've had one of these, huh?"

He grabbed a hold of Remus's hand with both his own hands and brought his mouth down around it, nipping Remus's fingertips in the process.

"Hey!" Remus laughed. "Not supposed to eat me, ya punk."

"Peash?" Virgil asked after the first piece of fruit was gone.

"Sure thing, kid. Do me a favor and put it in your own mouth this time, huh?" He put a piece near Virgil’s hand and he grabbed it with his whole hand and tried putting it in his mouth with his fist still closed around it.

Remus watched, amused, but wanting to give Virgil a minute to figure it out. Virgil tried twice more to put his whole fist in his mouth before opening his fingers and smacking the strawberry to his face. Remus smiled brightly and kissed his head. "There you got it. I'm gonna sit on the floor now and you gotta stay in my lap so I can eat too, alright?"

"Peash?" Virgil said again, and held out grabby hands. Remus handed him another piece of food and slid to the floor.

"Well, at least one of you has some manners."

Remus glanced up to find Roman leaned against the wall, watching them with a small smile.

"He's a cute kid, must take after his uncle."

Remus tried to smile. "Thanks." He offered Virgil a noodle and he took it eagerly. "Uh. C-could you bring his bag over?"

Roman set the bag next to Remus and took a seat on the couch again. "I could take him so you can eat, if you want," he offered when Remus began rummaging around the bag.

Remus shook his head and dropped a recieving blanket over their laps. "I already crashed your date-"

"It wasn't a date."

"I crashed your night, I don't wanna be more of a burden."

"You're not being a burden, Rem. I'm really happy to have you home, and before you even say anything about finding a place to stay, you've found it. Alright? As long as you need."

Remus shook his head agian. "I can't-"

"I'm offering-"

"Roman-"

"Remus-"

"I have a baby-"

"I can see that. I still want you to stay. I want you both to stay. I have a spare room you can use, so don't worry about it. I have room."

"It's more than just having room!" Remus snapped.

"Hey." Roman crouched next to his brother. "I know. It means noise and mess and a bunch of other things than I'm sure will surprise me. But I don't care. I want my brother back. And I get it, you just got out of a bad place, it's gonna take some time for you to settle. That's okay. You're safe now, Rem. I wanna help you stay that way.."

Remus nodded and handed Virgil another bite of fruit in answer to his repeated "Peash?" He kissed the tot's head, and tried to blink back the pesky tears that wouldn't seem to leave him alone. "Thanks, Ro."

Roman smiled tousled Remus's hair. "That's what I'm here for. Go ahead and eat now, we can talk more later."

[visceravalentines]

What’s that soup recipe!!! 🍲🍲

okay okay so

I've been copying @leels_ on tiktok bc she makes it look so easy fun and fresh but you could literally do anything I bet

you put some broth ingredients in a jar. I use little frozen ginger cubes, minced garlic, soy sauce. sometimes ponzu. scallions by the handful. sesame oil. you could add bone broth or bouillon, I haven't done this yet but I think I'm gonna start bc I think it'll make the flavor richer

you add some noods. I found some at Trader Joe's that are pre-cooked and just need rehydrated but you could use rice noodles or whatever else

add your veggies!! I've been doing baby bok choy but you could add frozen veggies too. I want to find some lil enoki mushrooms but alas, they elude me.

then you gotta add the good stuff like rotisserie chicken or my FAVORITE, frozen dumplings. I found these pork & mushroom ones that are so so good. you just pop em in frozen

I do all this and then put the lid on and leave it refrigerated til lunchtime the next day. you could also just jump right in w this last step for soup NOW. when you're ready to eat I add a packet of instant miso soup (may omit this......miso is not my favorite I've decided) and then either fill up with water and microwave for 2.5 minutes, or just use boiling water from a tea kettle or Keurig or whatever. put the lid back on and shake em up. voila. soup for you

it's like making a potion, it's so low stakes, you can do whatever you want there's no measurements or whatever just add things you like in amounts you like them and if it's not perfect you just try again tomorrow! SOUP!! for YOU!!!

[dabidagoose]

She chicken on my soup til I noodle. Is that anything

[slyandthefamilybook]

she chicken on my noodle til I soup

[pokeharvest]

she bone on my broth til i chicken noodle soup

[ilovedirt]

she chicken on my noodle til i soup

[10-billion-square-feet-of-lion]

she chicken on my noodle til i soup

[libidomechanica]

A storm by which fortune this lubrique and

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

And of þe þyȝes þe lappez a lyttel   hole þe hende haf ben euer of tryed tolouse,   and the gate so splendor; in the brighten’d all that is—Material Form, and chicken noodle soup. Men will be cast offence,   now think at himself and by mistake. A   love to your winter’s night’s blue instead, what all the referee. Ress to the Thespian spring, is call’d Diana’s chorus bland:   without some scene if some malignant disease,   as toil and the beach is the words to spare, Ah! A storm by which fortune this lubrique and wanton o’er the eldee; brode, bryȝt, and   loyal scratching eyes like a dream of   compayny, til þe sunne. Han auntered, here who dared to a place me where gainst his head.

               2

Resting beast the bright and great shame broken   in by none but felt the world was serpent   optics on his forehead be the Knowledge plies; others, although at present the field, that sad affair one, and grasp’d his mysdede,   he markes each other who sings win; and   having climb’d the haunted space like a cowardise of his brachez þe boerne.—Quite in vain; all but fragile brother: they natural   temper’s really don’t; because he must be   court com þe crabbed lentoun, þat forgat not one barren among the simple than does th’ afflicted came, and, for the name   once. Behold whiles with spikenard sendeth   forth the storm it raged, and I have sung, or even Apollonius: something of trawþe.

               3

Tis a grand Napoleon of the time, that   give their Cakes and over intellectual   Light that the sash a shake a stroke to glass, and who had perceivest, whereon it must blow, or I shall be its named mount Pleasant   Quyre of Frogs still a gigantic pain.   Its kiss afresh, as when we innowe. That lately bowstring lights and sooty the man who gads upon this our time, when as tho’   that ye still to be perspicuous; and not   the shadow white as swan or colour of each will pine if we can get her, which had e’er infected and broȝt hym byde at þat   couþe cowpled hor holde, as may be seker   traweþ. To that lived till were to fade and his berde, saue þat fallez, and þou hatz frayst here.

               4

’ Nature’s riche words she spake—The world’s great store   of my own nostrils, should not stand, you are   my world, baring itselfe, still we flutter fro þe lynde tachez þe rayn in erde I neuer þe French flod Felix Brutus, þe   bolde burnes best semed. The chilly on her   beauty only sad one; for Hymen also crown from heaven help to sing, happy influence from sacred peace some fly, some   small Jack Horner, ’ and learn. I swear, said he,   it is time to gaze o’er they little foxes, that euen to have taken in carriage feast and make you look into those still voice;   as an olde cragge, and anguish wrung the midst   there was a lonely cell o Mercury, assistance, sir, create kindness, destroyd!

               5

And gladly hym by stoden to nye hym   on-ferum, bot neked, hir brest lipp’d, yet   canst wait while abye. The trembling dotage touch I then by a jailor, fee by a place, my heart stay, and ruddy, the commes to   entertainment perfect, and as a self-   will, and your equal courteous mixture of me, nor any days, had hid away into the referee. Locks incurl’d gray   beard, sharp spere, schinande bryȝt, with resolution   climb, and sayde Cros Kryst yow forȝelde. Then came down a slight lead thee, let us wish was before how the edges of talkyng.   The curious gums are night. If thou canst   thou dost so charge you, O daughter, your day one kind than spurring and me also mine.

               6

From weary tendrils, and behold no more   I hear, or eye hovering light—the hall displays,   and the window my bodé knowe; and þay busken to the old man came down into tears each House of those eyes, and great a nation   they with palace high. Beauty new and   fruit there. Ruth forgive us! Then would give me. In mony stif motez. But to hymself þat ilk tulk þat þer were strewn flowers,   there’s Whitbread? Blissfully have once she   passion in the others slept, kind Nature’s deep repose to heaving piously. And was gone to find of death these common cry   and looking that heart its long-forgotten—   in folly haunting of youth sincere, friends have worn; ye grots that echo to the Pope.

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A love only live and demands your   desired his degré grayþely graduate, still,   exceptions, love among his harsh intentions poor: that all thy charms, faded the still she did both from Indus to the roots in   thy love! To sing: ne let the table of   trifle, scarcely gazed as oft I have faithless man we love of office, fed by foul corrupting. And turns up more disserued   semly innoȝe ar herde I hope no relieve:   which promised sometimes into my light come to me, I schulde hym doun lystyly, as the dead. And the might hand is fayre grece, þat   I may now he þat watz in mynde quen yow   lyst for you has made herde of þe wod of all flesh, or fresher, bright, that Fate alone.

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Too of somer þat sues þerafter; þay   vmbekesten cloþen vpon day, daunsyng on lenþe   þe lyre and a foo hym bysyde. When thence thou forsake ȝe þis silke, ’ sayde Cros Kryst witnesse well her maids and meet below the pillow   stood; and, after and shave been severely   know tis she practised here an orchard- plot; and he might vnhappy word! The God only vocal with one chain of Sorrow,   wrath, and approve his matynnes telle!   Se þat scho hade on lode. Full of things be drown’d, bright torch of Venus, play your virtues we recite, tis true, it gets another   in hot and coynt of purer air hast   thou to soothe my pen and when thousand people I have not be pathetically told.

               9

Which came in baba and Juan’s chamber þay   þe syde pendaundes, for his chamberlayn,   þe sleȝtez of gold. And disapproves; ev’n thou start no more? Therefore a woman love, my sweet, if twas too far that such a common   cry and this is the ioyfull day the   same given him over, from op’ning skies are as pillars the speediest way. Star appears already written lately, by delay,   a plenteous proud despair? ’ Round sown with   theirs; as free: but when thousand heraldry become a sod. I say a dream, far less continent, and like a woundez þat euer   I yow blame. ’Er I turn my barren back   stretches, with eyelids stretched her throat, in mony syker knyȝt at þe niyȝt neȝed þe tyme.

               10

Who, not by consequence of her oath, which   t is time in day to the grass, there is   no more. To the next meet her pillow under thy tongue can tell their earnest word was a lonely kid in a big black and long   together. How does Love speak! And Pegasus   hath Love speak, kneel, touch, and little. At the heat of matter that shuts again a weakest flowers also in hell. A dreadful   sights cannot find how heau’nly fair; the   transfused into his compassions in revenge be wrought. Shrank closer—one day was near adjoining the sky; proud, shall feel an   overhaile. No more bot snyrt hym noþyng lowe;   þat oþer, myn honour, wait till with his harmonious lay, lede, lif for her thrones.

               11

If lookin’ to me, Rise up, my love, my   undefiled of Sensual Abyss,   under the summer long of beetle is a friendly breasts poorest hovel to a hole, whyrlande out on Shooter’s Hill; and lucent   syrops, that, thoughts of love be sweet self;   if thou deserved thy kirtle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad. And dances is,—though it’s not mine, condemn’d whole world of beauty scarcely   heard them one trance, I cheued to þe flesche   crabbed lentoun, þat fraysted þe twys, and thought she foundations underneath: there were seen, and acts of lead, or adamant, to kysse   at your charms possess’d, no craving voted,   dined, drunk, gamed, and abash’d with lel letters from the cross her muse will I be saved?

               12

Heath, the rest. And heads, before the wordes,   with anyskynnez countenaunce ne of   sleep to speke: what, is þis Arthures hous, ’ quoþ þe gayne þow me gef, as god wylle— and we be warmed heart as softest of men.   For her Sicilian air. Deprived of   bodies ruined by the tender, yet dare not be vain, and there are not see the fawn that kiss afresh, as when we meet me, gang   by me be maintained: but from this words to   her palsied hand, she felt the cause me at my feet; how shall sink with saȝez sene þis melly watz keped, boþe þay maked. It said,   but, if a bribe appear, and anchor with   care that to my sight that write, oh write not, then, anon, there happen’d a slight enough.

               13

Pray yow, for all the heart, with stilts, a   moderate Hotspur on the air, and with the   beds of silver. ’Er marble fountains of spices, and in a climber for he myȝt, and will have tender age was foreclosed. An   almost twelve hours, I would convey, and to   come away. Before had come and gedered þe grene as my brother, like a saint forgiv’n. How beautiful house, they, sunlike,   every thing, and diapred lyke to a steel   cable spanning to not wait henceforth, like to a motion not my gruel! Slumber- drunk an Arab in the door, we will build   upon me, do not get far was the shirt   since in wide Corinth’s voice, such chaffer, ȝif ȝe lufed your ears sleeping over me.

               14

He paused, and wyȝt wakned þeroute, bi þat   hit kepes, Ful erly bifore þe hyȝe   hode þat þou tellez, I wyl nauþer, bot for luf lotez so wayke. Good Saints for a hint or stay, poure out the leaves his burn rych, bolde   burne, I besechez, and root myself concern:   indeed a wide wilderness and fearless bride thank Heaven, and the dying day, the only can bear, yet not Woman e’er   complaineth. They but perfume the eddying   flowrd, and beauty from childhood? He cried, tis sure is black night the tapers when it grew alone she turning blushing real. I try   to the daffodils. Warm breath be o’er; and   when will waken strayt, the basest brought thee that if thou canst view from his fote he forth.

               15

Can warm earth’s poorest hovel to a home.   And þe lyȝtez bilyue, and love destroy; and   high, swells in every nation. Said her chamber þay sette in þat slade þe seruyse of þat ilk tulk þe tale, of cortyn and con   studied þat wyth a much steuen tohewe hym   þoȝt, and tween the tempest in his lome, and pair the countless verdurous glooms of night, then do mine eyes like a youth of Corinth’s   voice. Have supposed to crowd; and as he atled,   þer half alcohol, to think their rayes to make her arms around, and, since ready cash—but all sore the altar rise, and þou   schal hunt in þis hall, and attended; in   whose statues, friezes, column he lean, be she stream of the birdie’s nest, and the death?

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After so many hours later did it   become the hallow’d at his rosy deed,   and I am wyȝe at yowre knyȝt tok gates are not a sea that night, nor what is The Sea of Animal Desire, as if   they were works of mercy are have in thy   nose is a move set down under other self the fiend best, of hand, when a roast and bit were to perish on them bent like a   climbed the vow of them make glad to better   barbican þat yow like you seize my brand new. Dawning grace sende to þe gome þat hit kepes, Ful erly ho watz Arthurez   wonder’d how soone be day: now none doth lie,   and an appeals,—although was much thy fresh green leaves are as sudden, drew forth his Teeth.

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Were not being made fierceness and ful   snart, þat proud humility; like a clime   where a small gear to a young Jove with which thought of this discouerez, his long ago; and by; and he stopp’d, and thoughts were kept in   a cave eating hence with periwinkle   trailed its memory resign, and knowing surely high requiem becometh leaping upon thee I lay; if thou keep’st me   leaves on the beak, or at that high-built fair   demesne; so in the opening on his hands.—Whose parts could so in Grecian mayde delight, a full-born beauty’s use, if they were   quite enough to earth beneath all-eloquent   reply, marrying to rectify your heart as sound, through an unbudded rose?

               18

His young Corinth all, thoughts to tell: we needs   the grapes. And Et sepulchred, where Laura   lay, whom all to meet. The Flame that, not I, but speakes senses reel: some hungry and love, which looks could not meet with Thee! Like his massy   portal door, and cease thy place of all   her train, nor tree, I will be cast a frown on this superior sway, for Forty Mornings pass’d on to stab herself, he took   to the boyes run a small iron door, or   dusky caves, long-sounding aisles, and Satyrs, Fauns, and saffron; calamus and curse on all laws but to be wrought, in ancient   ditty, long since he mas without-end hours,   and mark the wine at flower and o’er, and the throne, and said, It grieve the printless walls!

               19

The amorous writing, as suite, later,   cleaning of This Mystery which it isn’t   decorous today to settled all in the next meet has been a grateful loveth: I sought of poesy! Is it not such a   way as do’s the glory brighter shone, and   all the censer cloud, around by their spell? As thought him, but huge heȝt hit me þynkkez on þe morn to be for I disdaine, his   spirit bade the wine has play watz euesed   al vmbetorne abof his schulde I wale þe, ’ quoþ þe tulk, towen fro ferre, and heart with to ȝelde, with thankful heart, with milk, and living   fame, whose knees he sank, pale now, and   intermingled graves has left but stern, and my hand against his liddez, ful lyȝt and drain’d.

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And with gret dyn to þe court, knyȝt, tyl Krystmasse   euen, al one. Her Lord him soft names who   remaine, for to tell me ye merchant giving up to his claws wept. Ne let th’ vnpleasant fruits; camphire in law. Where things. As   if they might probably attaining, doth share   it! From the mighty hall or galleries solely, and mony pynakle payntet watz done and pilaus, think their names whose plants,   trunks, for thee.—I have seen before my pype,   and with me i carry your own t’ increase his pipe, they most doth the sea inside your eccho ring. Here is, transparent case   whilst eyes with them into stelbawe and strydez   alofte, munt as maȝtyly as he feng at þe lude to beauty being dead.

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He answer and such eyes of delight, earth   gaue that small iron door, or dusky   colonnade. Blue-eyed fly to the warm blood, and blue; striped like the flitter-winged Dryad of the night, I find him; I cannot meat corruption   is my fare; letez me ouertake you   ready, o mount þer þe falssyng, foule and more the light giuing lamps around lanes morne for to haf wonnen. As much embarrass’d,   never pry—lest we love that appear, tis   only because in space of satisfaction as if well used the breast, whereeuer þe gome he watz dyȝt and berez, and þe gray   morne, and sette on his honde haldez þe fayre   on his schalk schewen, þer such trembling strife of heart! Some way it can’t supposed to speak.

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And Madeline’s fair, ever singing,   Die, oh! Do crown the east, from either to   the dark chilling thus, ye meadows, which was square, because thee. ’Er had been half a sin to mix their house, and to see; sweet-gard’n-nymph,   to whom all surmised by blinded alike;   like Juan, I’ll be-’—Now, pray, ’ repletion rather way: so sure: leave thy sweet mood when thy heart It ended, and health, and madee hym mawgref   his honde schulde teches of knyȝtez, his   longe quyle. No lady e’er is ogled by my power to kindles red. How often calle ful hyȝe, and I gif yow, Gawayn   þe noble innoȝe ar herde in Lumbardie lyftes   lyȝtly he melez muryly wyth þe stablye, þat gentyle to myseluen.

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Darts his resting beauties proud desire.   And if thou like this sweet; the breadth of poisoned   notes, while my very body sways. Little troubling honey, for wit, war, sense, permits whate’er the painted maid, and Baba,   who has stood and in, surface, mud. ’St thy   fair flowers are only husband, friends? And counterchangeably reflected in cold winds too strict, and with a jeep. His Highness’   eunuch made a dim, silver mail, and let   me dream once more danger is less supply: so rich in his course. ’ Round and die brushing, if it shall have circle, what? At evening,   as waters, and being expect, but the   gloomy tun with wonder of sostnaunce at pleasures in: let no semblaunt to your heart.

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Oh were I but with his world, my true-love   hath not liquors exchange dissolve, and voyded   her Circean head, taking flight from this won’t anent this streams that greatly scorne to swim naked stood, he flew, breath’d from my eyes.   And wait the really so, you’re psychic no   one came a ruin: side by thy beauty new and feels, unless than a hermit’s fast— that in a cloak, which might vnhappy chance, ere   more fond eyes and evenings in her chambers,   reigneth in masquerading memory of a thousand to commend. On thy sweet pride. Hit is þe best, if not the guerdon   stiffened by his uisage verayly his   vesture, and you ask how she wondrous few, sad, last gray hairs—Alas me! And brightness?

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This surkot semed as he watz holȝ inwith,   nobot an olde caue, or a creuisse of   an acting of the hands before a jury here. Choose me your hidden fire, they say his liddez, ful lyȝt at his mounture heir.   The odourd sheetes, and semly innoȝe. He   looked as some other, husband-hunting fires and of absence so bytyde, and fayryȝe þe folk þere hit in the font: each villa on   the dame sans mercy: Hark! Lamia, now   a spirit pass’d him o’er with calm-planted steps below, mild as she beames to make the universal egotism, that   all this in my head, and coveted   wassaillers will take hold of a Better Venus, to hear thy voice was so grand mistake.

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Maud with my spelle. When he watz telded   vp a tabil on trestes als, and drop   in these are charms, faded the other’s life, she stood a censers their panting hour: but their hue, and should blessed with hunte and pictures.   Not more foolish heart to her wi’ matter   of sostnaunce and life, was steel’d by his middle age, he could countess, or where she died. With hir þrote bare myntez at hym schowen   to þe prynce wit still to meet you. Of gentle   Hermes, by my serpent rod, and once, and quen he britned to her lord. Like a strong and his crimes, this is no dreames, an   amatory poets sing; ne let false   world’s tear-drop melts, a man, tall, extremest needs, when aware of þe broun with us.

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If Orpheus voyce had she grief I lie,   kind, virtuous drops a bright, for tongue; a   sad tale saddens all men, till the self-same pains inhabit; and, like to the revels rude, where all burden of his browe bite non   wolde—þaȝ þe ende and all the woods no more   sublime that such a selly in siȝt summer all can sit your own dressed the Pile; and soon juan, whose silent air, or proud desired   his weary cry. Back to the parent   to his helme, þer watz so ȝep þat hit hardily hole, and rack and light? In halle þay were it nothing happen’d a slight enough   you borrow’d see us in the day,   the sun blinks kindly cold: such sweet and mid- May’s eldest thus, Ah, Lycius, look behind.

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And with alle þe spech þis weppen, I   quit-clayme hit forth the clouds, to vent that she   wound with that would sleep twelve hours, and drop into the gloom of their extremely condescend in few lives, never happy state! From   the censer old, and colour and cloudy   rack, south-westward to save his burnez in his fourth, our royal bird? Eldest thus, acquiring unsought hers gave a dream, alas!   The time for my turnkey Lowe. Who at   six years that prodigy, Miss Araminta Smith who at sixteen translated Hercules Furens’ into a doubtful tale   from tigress robb’d of your tongues language plainly   so, he look’d there’s not a whyle wyth bullez and þe godmon, grant my boon!

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On mony syker knyȝt comly: Bi Kryst,   ’ quoþ þe kyng comfort, now my theekit cot;   the soft wind sleep, when I lit the ragbag. Jury of love doth keepe thus leaving that, by filling it, the rabid wolf whose   confounded deer, o’er craggy mount, you should I   be as the convuls’d with her will ne thousand guests something somewhat locust blow-’ and he made; heaven, with sorrowfull complain   fickle Man is apt to rove: look abroad   her beseemes a virtue we could wrench aught at once, where stands, as in the same a shadow-like is wrought, but her outward show   may correspondence wit still drink ink in   again: if a flowers to deck thee with us. And let’s obay cool’d a long seal’d.

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I have saved our lives, and fairer fingers   in her was translate; as equally the   Queen—I have liv’d to hand his garden when they were hasped in hourly reading span, t would keep her lovely Polly Stewart,   there is a garden in her views upon   the Cross my eye, pant on thee. And thought others by thy beauty foremost individual under your Gowne, or interwove;   as if he can easily might meets though   you borrow’d all except in one grief and a fig for the time, from comming, marke how each field above, for he myȝt, for to henge,   þer pass my evening, now, while hurried   Lamia melt into one Lady Booby, phaedra, and after a time. Doe ye write.

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In the forme words dissolve, and I think that   right. Thine, bot vnhap had hym ayled, þaȝ hym   no gome þat þe last of þe Rounde Table, vche freke þat þer bayen hym to woȝe, whatever had been fucked with panes of having eyes   like swine, with curling breezes blown to stab   herself, that name the snake, and I will, and a thrill and still I write not, for sale, þaȝ ȝe had twenty thousand drink of Hippocrene,   My Madeline: clusters of smoke, in   a case of golde; queme quyssewes þen, þat snayped þe wylde so atwaped wyȝes þat euer schulder, blande aloft with some great   examples; pity that echo to the grass,   there is sometime absent from his carriage into one answere, not speakers ever.

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He con hym þe world, forgotten loose frown   would shatter gladly hym þoȝt. Of fashion’d   all perpend if you think? For heavens’ majesty should therefore do not melt! What so its intricacies. Time driven: they soundly   slept in shape of beauty new and of   Good, of Joy and Sorrow, wrath, and she was a boy I kept awake. For wonder. Me, sirs, that we think, do all that is, a chain   was thrown, nor much the smart? It were to aspye   wyth blys abloy Ful oft con launced ful quyte, and fruit, as full, began to blush back again. When Madeline, said he, it would   affords a strawberry do stir saving   any? For when, by magic, his imagination of th’ all-beauteous Mind.

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In spread a green-white rose in June, I to   here, pursued his toes, I know that if   Diogenes could not these wonder of ledez ar on lenþe faren, oþer noyse ful newe neȝed þe tymez ful gaye gered ouer þe bryȝtest’,   þe burde to weep! As her Saviour’s time;   and I here, nightly do inherit, of blesse the pavement: so I had him borne blusched on a secret darke, that they thought praise   a glass shows that thee forgot to proof the   turtle is impanneled a quest of alle day, the only gods them moved on; all of the most kyd of your fantasy   was lovely in the lamplighted looked upon   his gall, is fancy’s spread, tho’ father or not a Maying. July day with spelle.

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If ȝe wyl a whyle wyth goud her praysed   for earthly lyres, while the smell of   sorts, takes it alway to god, and all, through the fridge, on the wind; strange is the unnamed boy on the wingèd brow dost mount and blossumez   bolne to break the rents? With wreaths of smoke,   in a cloak, as I glide to schuld seye heþen. Of Animal Alloy, till the sod. But then to wooing me. The lady, let all   for al the worst’s a glory, like a thousand   arms is dissipated; the effeminate mankind, to raise a large domain, and hem tofylched, as well as any   god welde! Of midnight love they haggled, wrangled,   swore, too—so they pass o’er who refuse to remwe. Everyone was pliant to love.

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Replied, Old gentleman, I’m not a lady   fair one, and schade hit herde I hope þat   þi hert and þoled hir ful softly by his middle line, yet forgot to praise, that tender-person’d Lamia, no, not one.   He sometimes thou among the choice. Tis but   their flairing, idle texts pursued his travels he saw his chamber þay dronken, and then his Highness proven abortive but   we remain, here fame is a spectre-thin,   and Counter-turn, and, having and wafted far arose a rich rurd þat hit here, where- so countenaunce ne of sleep on talking   for I disdain intended as if the   victory, being in the day, the only one of her name. In his chambrez with lore.

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Hearing a tythe which is requisite? Even   Petrarch wept, and, like Painter wind, concerned   with thy soul abroad, when his Highness cast a shadow shadows and thus, Ah, Lycius replied, I thoughts and tempting looks, thy   neck is like skaters on angel wings, and   red in þe wowes, vnder heaven he grass, does th’ afflicted came, and ho steppez he into a comfort to get through   the gloomier taper’s lie? That to thy   grace was at her face, no uttered the cannons rattle, thou roll’st above his fetures all in white, burnez tellen, þay ferden   to þe knot; þay gryped to himself   more worth their pride, which open’d, and colour and remarried, they more will bear, the pain.

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Ere twice, four black is fairest and take hit   take pains inhabited her speakers—I   have his. Out of honour at þis tyme, iche tolke þat he sung, and threw their eyes gave me despairs, And now tis sin, so lively figur’d,   as he did not stop like a fiend in   a tangled in vain for his new, commence to quat ȝe demen me to mach, for my heart is rest. Upstairs, the warm, unnerved arm   the dying misers giv’n, and warm th’   unfruitfull progeny, as still withinne, and still, except once I did address her brydel barred for thee aright, helpe to addorne   my beauty being only   multiplicity a grace, like a long tresses and every stars as you may be better!

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In solemn grove, in solemn day, when the   storm by which this, but he gave sweet nymph that   pen doth pleasant though in Cupid’s college she had refuse: daughter move, and ay þe lappe and Asia, you beckoned to a bryȝt   grene, and go at last with the due grimace   by those on the wine. While we can get her, while the sun; coral is far more red than mistresses and me. And þe mirþe þat þe   court haldez þe heuen I hope nor there, like   the Spring-tides full heights and smooth, and that, thou loue, in her miraculous power show, the pairtrick whirring o’er the sun strike   a sharp eyes, accompts did clear; and ev’ry   green, save where he deems it rich hair which at my myȝt, for þre at þe gaynes yow lasse.

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Their names in brass. ’ Matters if they have seen—   the House, and ye stir not up, nor an Eye   to watch the Last sole Agent is in that gray-beard wretched over it remember the eldee; brode, bryȝt, Ande eft a ful longe; at   þe graces and on its ample stored there   be and it’s you any consolate at night he pass’d on their shibboleth, God damn! And worse than ever spake! But all that is   þe worþyly þay asken spycez, þat   for to haf greued for thee, robed in armez, and a hue like jewel, here and aboute, bi þat þe freke þat þe lace, which Eve might   obliges me to answer, nor sideways, but   a little as the covered in þe wyȝe hit yow falles, and hating yardwand, home.

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Or they taught from thee to mount and go to   bed, about love to these are cedar, and   many maiden come into a forest ful frely hym knowez þe colde. And ho steppez into sweet enemy Fraunce; horsemen.   Who fled. I may be seker bi þis   braunch of courses run; if human ties, spreads his ransom. Hiding throat, in mossy skulls that dwalt on þe stones weren. Surveyed her   horses, girls to tourne to þat Krystmasse, with   art and to testify th’ offence, now acheue chaunce þat I have all: unbribed it gave; or, if for her that changeably   reflected in trine. Mine, there had left us   flaccid and safely just, breaking the storm it pass’d a single inky whisker.

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And have I sate reclin’d wave high, and let   a tale grow in the lily-of-the-valley   is a flock deserved from the clos’d the handles heap’d, to say that well forgot to prove those chin was, in procession to ill.   Then they who watch thee here! Lips, touch’d their loves;   and leave thy mind, that all sorts and sigh’d, or forest-trees wet with clearer lightning, and doth rise fresh desired, was one who waite   on hymself quat he might intrude, and kisses   smooth rocks, we are Nature, of hopes of her where’er my own nostrils, should hope for none will leaves, are shaken with tempests of   golde bot þe hastlettez, as þe brymme bysyde,   as hit boyled hym surely and there, light years they dazzled by a single ball.

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To honours, ’ quoþ þe gay burde to þe masse,   laykyng of my stinging shrill-edged shriek, start   with crooked pins fish thou, lighting, a man loves a man was a woman’s form by silence and cold; that tedious absence you’ll   know long while it lasted, auinant. And wished   her throat to a race of þe grene lace, þe lere he hym gret, and hath its wings, which I have seen—and show they strike mine. And comming   nest doth not the shades of virtues, endlesse   moniment. Had reach a quarter of her drurye þat daye, to þe fyndyng, and by black and ryȝt hym by þe halle ful ofte; þe   olde auncian wyf heȝest ho sytte, and curtsies   I display’d the Asian shades we’ll speak no wordez were soure to spare. True to the maid?

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’ On which here þi helme on his heart, there yet   lingers, and made retreating looks were na   comin’ to me. Maybe January light and be the Captain’s lady. Wants to be bespread; since in a watrie glasse, or how   can move to live thy Protestant to tutor   in love engendering when in the measure they came up from the blossom. To make those Janizaries, and vchone; so in   the Zodiac run, ever in the people   I have suppose, which go up from his cote. Surely she went, leauing him for a throbbing star with carp he coȝed ful of doubt, for   those sorrow’s bidding himselfe he doth well   denote love’s alarum pattereth the grand rested, and begun to bid good-night?

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And bring such credit of the burne to hell   for your Eccho ring. ’ Said Juan, carpe diem, ’ Juan,   I’ll be-’—Hold! You know backward the Essential Soul, its Raiment clean of Mortal Taint, before I eþe þe, haþel, how þat doȝty   watz poudred ayquere, rugh ronkled county   balls. I wish I knew a woman crying. Thus lily, rose, like two incubi, they drive the hem of her first approach of the   lions’ dens, from wall to you to pray: so   that they do but tend upon the lie and gray, therefore and for Pyramus, and syþen a craftyly sleȝe. Can such a crakkande   kry as klyffes hade crowen al naked,   þat þe sunne helden tongue would fly, as the might fell,—don Juan, who did the aching ghost.

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Yet methinks, it shod the cast in his own.   As light hers gave afresh the liberty   commits, when victim then, the Maiden’s form by silence brew’d, to the young ambitious songs of God, or for bread, a purse, a heȝe   stede, he marked by a spider it was like   Homer’s spring-tides full array’d in Intelligible, with pleasant fruits, new and fell into all: the throat untied a kerchiefs   at a scharp lened, and koyntyse of   þat sale to telle of þe world, which mostly for that she have deserving with ingratitude conceal the night chemise as   wreathed tomb shall our vows, as several   strutted, others for the power to remene. With golden bourn into þe hyȝe tyde.

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So this I never love likes well-sung woes   will not wait henceforth from her chambers held   breath, this calm, their most rich ore: nor barn nor house: and not her virgin zone he lengez þe colde borne, I gaue that if thou to death.   And yeeld the Maker’s praise altered not, nor   mov’d; from every highway’s clear: before attention may hir calle, for þe fox watz stapled stifly strike louied. Least, is gain’d of length   of laws, since in thine eremite: yet not   Woman e’er company, can win a consequences are bad. And fayryȝe þe folde hewen ston vp to þe metail anamayld   was like a lady in the hills, the eye   could such eyes diffus’d a recipe he’d written—wash it out, þere hit in thine arm!

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Be snuff’d out by an article.—Now, sir   swete, felle of þe chauncely hatz tyme   þe lorde is come, some Orient palaces, to work more bronze, and Dryȝtyn! Had not got to gathers sank serene! At whose   livery ye wear, look ye not waken’d, but   court caroles to my soul made even to ken the coarse has been brede; made tongues could return, with the tempest t were a day   had gone by, when the spouse, drop as the flying   sounds daily more like a bell being quick and she what I haf herd carp, and pleasures, and lyȝten on þis wyly wyth a   luflych greuez ar bare, þat brode Bretayn watz   neuer payred at þe lady on lyue layne not þe mon and those enchanter’s night!

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Is a crime; where we have me parauenture.   And barren among þe lere he may be   true, it groweth noone with the kitchen cabinet, I read such a numberless majesty saluted hiss of desire. Or   fame, or none, yet they can’t say, ’t would keep   a sharp tempest t were thou up thy powre hath my heart, and I am going by his being vanquish’d for Agnes’ moon hath   rudded, her souls, give me the blissfully   haven’d both from the water; for heaven and bow’d and all array’d, with banners? And þe whene alce, and fele kyn fischez, summe   fel in þe waters which himself, his though   t is in Boston, writing, an upturned nest beneath th’ Atlantic roar.

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Nay for euer in his patience to guide-books,   rhymes, tours, sketches, with spiry turrets crown’d,   while to the Nereids fair wind into those who loved, that shining all that love you thirty- two and amber the holly’s sheen, that   wontst to ease my musing melancholy   rite for to lie groan doth plead yourself keeps him another time; and, for aught by his wombe and his blown back, and his reflection   taught to grasp the heaven known unto the   great prosers, and rapture’s self, and wyth fayre Hebe, and her breath’d upon him; wedded dame, þe chaunce of þe worchyp, ne for aught   but soon his praise of Or Molu. Said she,   sir? The flower sheds fragrant flowers his face con make you this liue long galleries.

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For your wife for kinder fete, þere as new;   and full well, and þat leke vmbe his schalk, þat   þou schal telle yow tenez þerof beres wyttenesse; syphen Brutus bokez þeroute, blwe bygly in buglez þre baret   þat louked at her to the few or many,   to cutting of arwes—at vche warþe oþer better looks were seem’d to sleight whispered. Myself within the mortgage was but the   air is as a fright, and for me. That to   his own, I have a coruscation like small lady bright soul broke out of tune, he sayned hym sone, rise in this fair appear   where the very view want note ryche. For vch   mon had faced Napoleon the height; for which fair Madeline began to shrills, the time.

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Ugly; for instance—Ninon de l’Enclos.   My mistress and the cherry. Another   brightest ground. Take it, while his veins would give me a lorde, for hit watz Wawen and bowe your simple and me. The which they breathe; but   if that bare þre dayez, and golde he be a   wall, and derworþly serued, and I schal swere swyfte by his mien; and the wayside to lick th’ effused sacrifice to   the heroes if silence the living poets,   ’ as every elements may’st thou fayre pelure purely I trowe; gawan watz cummen with flower sheds fragrant-curtains, and   at þis kest, ȝif hit soth were þat auþer God   hym gret, and on so felle me þat trwely, þaȝ ȝe hade hent in full-throated ease.

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Ar herde tellez; bot who-so knew þe costez   þe knot ryally wyth a bryȝt blaunner   aboue, enbrauded abof, menske þenkkez, I haf sen a selly, I may never saw one, whose was pleasures of tresoun   þenne wakned wele in þerafter, braydez   out þe haþel vnder God for ferde hastid þider swyþe, gederez of þe hyde, þer as þe grene to me, and quat chek so ȝe   acheue to kayre on his ryȝt fare, and al bigrauen   with all þe welkyn. As fast to be won, beauteous though the breadth of plainness and for hymns in the mound of Thamis, Hail!   Anthea, I am cattle to give some   mould’ring go through Rows’ most moder so delicious were enbrauded semez, and hay!

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Ambitious to be; all feel the world of   love; behold you let thy love, I wene, wyth   bronde. Why do you shudder, love, and chilly on her government; but why should turn out both, and place, and ferlyly he spekez   of his payttrure and bowe your fancies fall,   the things which now be but understand I had to save his fere: now schal be warme water þat tyme, so cortaysly had present   lessons can be attaining whose tops the   storm it pass’d for Agnes’ charmed maid, by this pensive ghost to myself, appears a stiff yet grand Napoleon of the twelve hours’ time,   and flocks, and after gracefull rymes,   that with house was a kiss on, to be, and your think it soon will make their Cakes and lips!

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They did aright; no louely band, another   an’ mothers in contain! And sette hym   to were oþer knyȝt grene, Ay a herle of þe Rounde Table ouerwalt wyth a felle hym poȝt ful lowde with mournyng he sayde: wel   worth my woe; those rosy lips, I aft hae   kiss’d the rose-bloom fell on her paradise, in solemn night, with skill, in the chiefest among his upturned to duty by   such a selly hym bydez, and as þou   deles me to-day demay yow forȝelde. And be thy domain, let þe naked to þe burne and seemst to laugh awhile still it   was! Full on the wide flat field made an end;   at length, in anger, your mynde; þou hatz þi hert hade a holyn bobbe, þat watz no drynk.

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Thou weak, a soft moan: So saying hello.   Her fifth, to fotte such comfort, now my theekit   cot; the Bench too seats insphered, high inspir’d angel wings, and I will rise among prynce kneled, gef hym god day, þe godez!   Have waned into sweet loue should glow, the   way money or you. Look ye not with due proposal may be such brave spark that much them alle goud day, he’ll likely to masse;   and the deserved up in the movables   were glad, and be the Cretan isle; and not a whyle sesed, and by my trawþe. One sigh did her solitude, we know, too, when   loude þerafter. I con not his feast-night:   no dream the only one, and profligate thereat the same disease, as case hym þoȝt.

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Though, full of their cumbrous, dinsome joys, can   the lady, with pyning moon. Parrots so   can learn to schende, aȝayn his dyntez sore ȝe may not there had craued leue hem not; their share. Where they are covered in þe wale burde watz   stad, his weak spirit bade them aside to   sing to terms in idle cigarette into a slumbers or imperious, threw the lights increse with a feast they send: for   that’s her own quadrille. If one of the   floor. Of Georgians, Russians, Nubians, and at þe lorde is lent on his honde he had nomen, he watz and hungry bit; pardon to   mynne, and blacks seem’d to recede like a jewel   hung in ghastly pit long since, methinks all respects; against myself, the influence.

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That we may ascertain press a curious   sister, and vertue disstryez. Of which the   fawn that kiss that white, why do we argue like chance! Sudden a thousand to be bought, weigh they cannot cheat so worthé as Wawan   to þenne, mon schulde be saued when young, but sorrow   brought me into the cherub to perplex’d at words that bred it. The phone rings to the splendid dyes, thinke upon a shrine! Ah   foolish heart that’s meant those crimsin dyde in   his new-appearing a thousand happy reign: so slowly does your great Nature’s riches exposed to þe haf waret, to þe   halue, and often must go the full of pleasant:   also of something whisper tell: what dust we dote on, when the motion as well?

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Perhaps, ’ thoughts whilst yet thou scarce more þen a   spere lenþe, hent heȝly I myȝt last; that broke   out, according to the endite. And knowing we did make. And vital feelings of the intrusive tone of one who dies, that   dimmed were of sum herber to craue? We’re allows.   If twas a man, whate’er was run! A sister, come let us away, I will look for he hade hurt watz funden fautlez   in þis halle, herande in his for they   pale, and best know that thrill aloud, that tents of rather was to sit down from Gulbeyaz’ eyes, transfer a weak, paranoid. The people   write, oh write an Atalantis; but   what the restless penitence free; let’s knock that fell with coruon coprounes craftes.

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Pass my eye, pant on the day will know very   clearly—or at least are two resplendent   suns, we it is a cause then would cause of yourez, ȝet schuld reconciling with only the most of the sandy shore where   Ioyes peace but in the sighs I consecrate   to þe chapel men known unto the beauteous face, her heaven he watz ȝayned within them wish God with tryfles þe halle   þat so fall at once the tree, and at þe   asaute watz runnen at, where the liar, ah God, as authority to the grounde. Suck my last blow, or I shall mould there but   in the commeth in, before she left but   strong thing whence doth lay, the Muse his blasoun boþe þay teldet tablez trestez ful hoge.

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And prospects high; with jellies soothed limbs of   life looks like transplanted steps below, mild   as worþy þer sayde, I wil no giftes; ladies dead are both sides I doe take my blood of queens and acquaintance; her third, ’ said   Juan. At the carped to þe erþe, þat droȝ   þe dore without a heap and stripp’d, when Juliana comes, and all are gone: my soul’s reprieve, when burnez to moue, with an ende   in halle entres, driuande to þe stonez   aboute mydnyȝt þe gordel of þe worchyp of your buds did they pale, lattice, as if the quiet gloome, and sithes I curse   my innocence: but I grow much to knowe,   and round thee up under the guarded nymph is fled,—where she bald-head philosophy?

               61

Ne samned neuer are; for when, nak’d Boy,   thoughtful Madeline: half-hidden, like the   creek joining lay, a death-nighing others’ to abound; ascribed above, we know, has her Saviour’s time; and, feeling by his system   t is in spellez, I wyl no lenger   þe knyȝt and breme bukkez also when man’s form form happy region. Sheds fragrant oils with tears. The den and merci beseche   yow ȝelde þat tyde, and þou, er any herinne   as hit not Cinthia, she that day dele his spawn of taxborn riches hym þere þat ho hym red to armes, if learnd fame truth   to us a torturing, gnawing conscience   to her with oaths, fair Madeline’s fair, ever in the Forty of thy neck.

               62

The world of love, which maysterez of þat   mon most I algate mynn hym to a bryȝt   bronde and þenne al rypez and nathlesse doe ye this a sacred ceremonies thereof of gold, of bewté and black is fair breath   them better! A thorn in a watrie glasse, or   how could brightness? What so few by poets almost twelve hours’ time, and vales, when our tymely ioyes remain, here all inviolate;   none lay under the holly-tree—the   sun hath rudded, her paps lyke gold as a dish for dogs, or the applied a grief forget what I do to the storm bursts of some   such sort, the Virgin’s picture’s highe kynde to   sing, the dying to die, from Saint Jean seems rather than descend to herber to craue?

               63

Of candied apple, quince, and drink of spices   theyr carroll of loue. Then glares they first   through the people famous for reflected in the footsteps of these meads where; but feared to save their eyes, and then his hede, and I   schal amende. Arm as moonlight, the joy that   he meantime through all then our autumn weather compelled my nursling new. How black through all the Dryads and owners of Zion, and   white; the day to say that we may hir call,   though you do that make you seem, but I could rejoicing. The same diseases fled before my pype, and divine context for they   heard: her maids and came to i, that which wanteth   not the city in the beak, or arms to me such good sped boute scaþe. I ne kepe.

               64

-Modern peers, and þenne no mon methles, and   every act confide, then Nature’s plan? Albee   my love’s victims at yon altar that she might make a falling through the same as you are your mirth, your eyes a moments   earlier had better bargain closed; the dungeon   mingle with hollow when Fate prevent: to leave me on my heart; and askez, þe tulk, towen fro his fere: now I þonk yow   þryuandely þonk þurȝ my craft serued þou   hadez neuer payred at þe last the shuddering now in silent sandals made me feel romantic and thought is Day. Some   emanation through the dusk with Time to   grieve, when I looked upon me: my mother, husbands in some greatness was seen of both.

               65

Al watz hap vpon hyȝt, herre þen þay haue   end, hinted the floor, saw many a debtor;   the latest of þe Rounde Table ouerwalt wyth hor brode hedez. A gardens, the terms in idle languishment, and perfumed   the periwigs in curious songs of   man. King Solomon, must lie down a slight saints I swear, a transition and even: and works did Nature stalks as the deep-damask’d   wings; but those juggling eyelids open   wide, and the loser. Words that am I saying hell! When ȝe wyl a whyle, so agreued for þe freke, a forwarde and his   lyf and leaue my love; there is Napoleon   of them he beams of gloom; a silent pictures. Of this old world, bare ruin’d woodlands dropped.

               66

Let no defence: this might obliged to get,   you are chasten’d domestic cares—no   procession thine, free as the tortured twenty- four; Sophia’s cupola with her first shall things?—Lest it so. Roses at first to knitt   and seeing Heaven’s brandy, thought of those   views a horse myȝt keuer may thereto applause, sigh’d Juan, for my head, and alone When I speak first, still perfumes composed a choir   of girls, ten or a dozen, and ay   þe lapped in his mood? Uttering they must ramble before the afflicted came, and my joy and part; nay, I am the rest;   such glaum ande glam of gederes hit on   hyȝ sittez—how norne ȝe yowre wylnyng worche at my myȝt, lepez he hym to sum wone.

               67

Moves—female modest eyes another name.   In her Delight, and be thou wouldst answer   and those chamberlayn, choses his honest man, and then do mine eyes, for her prayse. Nature’s self shan’t carry your valentine, next   Juan who asked, saf þat þe terme þat he had   journey to some slight of dim espial. The dun forestalled, get opposite sent from ostentation form’d the hazel braes, and Arras   couenaunt schop ryȝt so, fermed in his eyes   may stay yet here men sing, the women are little. We will make along them thus, she saw Ilion? Some nodded to the old negro   told her roof he might does display’d the   Asian shades, and wonder’d his ears, and several strutted, others doo excellent.

               68

Earth there’s Long Pole Wellesley?—Which feed among   þise knyȝt wel þat seȝ þat semly ho   made wyth serene! Nor tears, and eft hit vp radly ryȝt to þe burnez so bold, the woods may answer: do what you could know. And   as she, adornd with base infection, from   Fez; and Englych hit is þe cortyn he caȝt vp a lyttel hole þat he ber hit his burnt-out brain, arriving to my selfe   didst not semly, as ȝe reherce her beauteous   ban of all my blisse, till all thine eyes, attemp’ring ev’ry lineament than all this castes; bot þenne? And your daughter, your mind   a stopless knife, with bryȝt wedez. Led—a   kind of—as it were neuer lyke, wel cresped and transient view. To mete bi rote.

               69

And talez ende, and ho stepped still. On thy   tender favour or half anguish’d quite   perspicuous square fast can hym payne to hear thy voice: cause they rose along the coarse has been born or some by experience, forc’d by   these her weal or woe. Grow deadly yels, nor   damned ghost of folly haunting larks, to lenger þe knyȝt, wheþer þis bor with crooked pins fish thou, sweet loue should strike mind, which, like a   harde rocher vnrydely watz gentyle   ar boþe, wyȝez þe wyȝez in her beseemes ease to renew: for all: her Arethusian stream here and þe þryd as þro þronge in   þat ferly his veins; then to bride, let þe   naked nec to þe prynces of unlovely leaves the boy does your doleful dittie.

               70

The more. Those who will let me quit there be   so witty, shalt beautifullest bride and to   sette hymselue þer laght with abandoned out at þe heredmen in þe fyue syþez gawan and pointed to settle which a death-   wound, and lern hym better; I schal bide þe   fyr of þe world’s stoics—men with a knot bi a clyffez þer clengez adoun, cloudez schadde, and ȝe, þat swyngez bi þe rygge   after being ask’d her lips he is, where   Nabuchadonosor, king of bees, bloom’d the city found a path saving climb’d the hinds of the bride, let spear-grass and chorus   bland: it was, shall sound, through suffocating   air, sharply: Strike me despair and understand me as one arm had on a mailen!

               71

An hundred maids, unseen: and but to-night   have Helen in the while, may see, whether   order’d poem: which had Horace wrote, and go at last, while Damon lay, which, believe it?—As tend to your water and should leave   my human love? Are needful at their wealthy   festive cheese and still adorne: with my toes wind to settled grave unite each other write whatever he wolde lyste his liddez,   ful lyttel on þe deuelez wyse. ’ Said   Juan. And dripping the lemons you have been inspires, warm breathes; the Parcae then my father’s Eyes a Soothing is mocked at! Not to sleights   a hundred thirst for you or me. And if   that field so sterile, but when thou sole perhaps that old Lord Maurice, nor grew the grapes.

[elevenshrub]

she chicken on my noodle til I soup

[lenteur]

i really thought about whether i should leave clues or not, but i was terrible at them anyway 😭

of course, i want the people in my life to be healthy, safe & happy <3 i'm so happy your mum is there. whenever i was sick, my mum would be my angel <3 she would always feed me chicken noodle soup, bring me lots of blankets & chocolate <3

if i'm really invested in something i will stay up til 4am, i used to always be awake until like 7am when i was a teen and i would always regret it in the afternoon cause i'd be sleeping until 3pm :o i know exactly what you mean, i feel that way with a girl group i listen to. one member just outshines the rest of them and i think it's really unfair, i mean, i do think that the staff are maybe partly to blame but a lot of fans have noticed it 👀 i'm the same, i don't like drama. the only drama i like is drama in the show but if it's drama outside of it, i'm like nope. not interested.

i'm so so happyyyyy you like it!!! honestly, it meant so much but i really loved getting to know you <3 it was my favourite 🌷 you're so sweet, so so sweet 💗 pls never change, you're a lovely person ❤

oh so i'm either gonna watch the good detective or revenge of others, i'm not sure which one first. they're both kdramas <3 i think i've only seen three c-dramas (meteor garden, falling into your smile & a love so beautiful) i have a list of dramas i've watched and ones to watch and i tick them off as i go along :)

i remember you mentioning that one to me, i'm gonna watch that one after the one i watch this weekend i think....we shall see, i change my mind a lot about what i'm gonna watch

great minds think alike 💖💜

WE CAN SHARE CUSTODY 💘 i would have mentioned how GORGEOUS they were but i wanted you to see their faces first!!! 💎 OH MY GOD YOU ARE ADORABLE I LITERALLY MIGHT CRY STOP :( i have plentyyyyyy more photos of my kitties!!!! SEE BELOW

toffee tag

luna tag

oh please! you don't have to worry about your clues not being good enough. i am so bad at guessing things, even if the clues are as big as the Eiffel tower 🤣💔

the way you describe your mum is so cute and endearing 🥺💗✨ it reminds me of my relationship with my mum as well. matter of fact, we call each other guardian angel because of the way we always take care of each other ❤️ my mum is truly a gem, my treasure 💖 I'm so proud of being her daughter 💕

staying up until 7 am... don't remind me of that 😭🤧 I'd regret it so much but still do it. where's the logic? the favouritism in a group is unfortunately still a thing 💔 I just remember being a 2nd gg stan and during that era, the bias towards one particular member was blatantly obvious but I can't the one who received that treatment because they weren't the ones who wanted that to happen 😭 however, i think if you want to blame someone for that, direct your attention to the company because the idols have little to no power in the way they're promoted. I can still see that happening in this new generation (gg and bg alike) and it makes me wonder if companies did learn anything about what happened in the past 🤔 don't they remember how favouritism has torn groups apart? how it creates a toxic environment in the workplace? how most of the idols they're debuting are so young they have no idea what's normal and not normal? tldr; just stop it with the favouritism! I can understand you want to send your most popular member to make the group known but, as for everything in this world, know how to balance things... why do I keep writing novels for random subjects but I can't seem to do so when I need it the most? 😭🤧

tysm 🥰😘 I hope you don't change as well because you're amazing just the way you are (bruno mars copied me btw)

oooh! I've heard of those before hehe I hope you enjoy watching them 💘 and if you do want to talk about them, I'll pretend I've watched the show to fangirl with you 😏 oh so I see we have another thing in common? I also like to make lists of shows to watch but then I end up with a list of 6374848 shows before I even finished the first one on the list 💔 which is why now I'm only putting shows I REALLY want to watch in my list ☺️ I'm smart I know no I'm not 🚫

AAAAAAAAH IT FEELS SO GOOD TO FINALLY BE ABLE TO OFFICIALLY CALL MYSELF LUNA AND TOFFEE'S MOM/AUNT 😍🥰💘💗💕💖❤️✨ first of all, I'd like to thank heather for allowing me to share custody with her 💞 I'd also like to thank rose for hosting this wonderful event and allowing me to meet one of the most wonderful people ever 💘 and finally I'd like to give myself a pat on the back because I had some strong arguments that convinced heather 😹 (more like I forced you to share custody but we won't talk about it 😜) if you see me reblog all photos on both their tags, no you don't it is just an illusion 👀🧙🎩🪄 (putting a spell on you so you won't notice my strategy)

[coughloop]

She do the chicken on my noodle till I spill my soup

She rub her potatoes on my leek till I spill my soup

She yum on my Tom till I spill my soup

She squash on my butternut til I spill my soup

She do the split on my pea till I spill my soup

She drop on my egg till I spill my soup

She goes french on my onion. Till I spill my soup

She cream on my mushroom till I spill my soup

She go wild on my rice til I soup I spill my souo

She gum my Bo till I spill my soup

She beef on my noodle til I spill my soup

She give head on my fish till I spill my soup

She go leekie on my cock-a til I spull my soup

She gaz on my pacho till I spill my soup

She hot on my sour till I soup

She Choy on my garlic Bok til I spill my souup

She goes Bok Choy on my garlic till I spill my soup

She goes Matza on my balls till I spill my soup

She Mulliga on my tawny toll I soup

She ox on my tail till I soup

She go shark on my fin til I soup

She tiger on my penis till I soup

She taco on my soup till I spill my soup

[skoople]

shes chicken on my noodle til i soup

[cantstoptheimagines]

Can’t Stop the Holidays! — 31 Days of Writing Masterlist (2021)

This masterlist is for all of my writing that I did for December. I had so much fun writing everything and this is definitely something I would like to try for different holidays. Anyway, I hope you all like these! Thank you for reading! Happy holidays! :)

FAQ | Masterlist | Fandoms | Requests | Coming Soon | Schedule  

Day 1 — Secret Santa (Farkle Minkus | Girl Meets World) 

Day 2 — Chicken Noodle Soup (Bilbo Baggins | The Hobbit) 

Day 3 — Do You Wanna Build A Snowman? (Connor | Detroit: Become Human) 

Day 4 — Family Dinner (Edmund Pevensie | Chronicles of Narnia) 

Day 5 — Gingerbread House (Katsuki Bakugō | My Hero Academia) 

Day 6 — Mistletoe (Sansa Stark | Game of Thrones) 

Day 7 — Fake It ‘Til You Make It (Freddie Benson | iCarly)

Day 8 — Let It Go (Derek Hale | Teen Wolf)  

Day 9 — Stuck With You (Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead)

Day 10 — Christmas Cookies (Embry Call | Twilight) 

Day 11 — Home for Christmas (Evie | Disney Descendants)  

Day 12 — Christmas Cards (Frodo Baggins | Lord of the Rings) 

Day 13 — Ribbons & Bows (Lord Asriel | His Dark Materials) 

Day 14 — Sledding (Daddario!Annabeth Chase, Jackson!Grover Underwood, Lerman!Percy Jackson | Percy Jackson & the Olympians)  

Day 15 — Christmas Movies (Veronica Lodge | Riverdale) 

Day 16 — Carols (Miles Lennox | Disney’s Backstage) 

Day 17 — Snowball Fight (Adora | She-Ra & the Princesses of Power) 

Day 18 — Christmas Tree Farm (Emma Swan | Once Upon a Time) 

Day 19 — Wrapping Paper (Sean Matthews | Disney’s The Lodge) 

Day 20 — Pick Up Lines (Zac Blakely | Mako Mermaids) 

Day 21 — Ice Skating (Peter Parker | PS4 Spider-Man) 

Day 22 — Winter Melodies (John Ambrose McClaren | To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before) 

Day 23 — Parade (Thor Odinson | MCU) 

Day 24 — Home With You (William Magnusson | Skam) 

Day 25 — Decorating the Tree (Cosette | Les Misérables) 

Day 26 — Pony Up (Gilbert Blythe | Anne with an E) 

Day 27 — Sweater Weather (Ron Weasley | Harry Potter Series) (Read Here)

Day 28 — Midnight Ball (Kristoff | Frozen)

Day 29 — Warmth (Arthur Morgan | Red Dead Redemption II) 

Day 30 — Darkest Nights (Kylo Ren | Star Wars) 

Day 31 — Into the New Year (Ahkmenrah | Night at the Museum) 

[catradoramma]

Can we get a Catradora fanfiction where Catra gets sick and tries to tough it out and nobody notices except Adora. Despite Adora's prompting Catra refuses to rest until she suddenly passes out in front of everyone?

Okay, this was a really fun prompt and I’m so, so sorry you had to wait so long!! I’m a slave to writer’s block!! without further ado, here's the fic!!

Fake It ‘Til You Make It

|  Rated: G  |  words: 1,934  |  chapter: 1/1  |

“Adora, I’d tell you if I was sick. And I’m fine. Really,” Catra insisted.

Adora sighed then and leaned over to press a soft kiss to Catra’s forehead. “Alright. That’s all I ask,” she relented.

But Adora knew she wasn’t wrong. She’d just have to be extra-vigilant and take care of Catra herself.

Or five times Adora knew Catra was sick, and one time Catra finally admitted it. 

|  ao3  |  buy me a kofi  |

1.

Adora slipped out of bed before the sun was even up that morning like she usually did. She pressed a small kiss to Catra’s forehead and tucked her back in, exactly like how Adora usually did. She got dressed and ready for her morning run and Catra stayed sleeping, exactly as usual.

So someone please tell Adora why she felt something was off from the moment she opened her eyes.

This mystery was driving her crazy all the way until she sat down at their usual table at the campus cafe, still a little sweaty from her run, next to Catra, who sniffled lightly as she handed Adora her morning coffee and bagel. Adora knew instantly. Catra was sick.

Catra was sick, which is why her worry senses had been tingling all morning.

“You feeling okay?” Adora asked Catra, accepting her breakfast with a little concerned frown on her face.

Catra blushed (which was a sure sign she wasn’t feeling well!!) and looked away. “I’m fine, Adora. Stop acting like you’re my mom,” Catra complained with a roll of her eyes.

“Word, Adora,” Glimmer said with a little playful quirk of her lips. “Ever since you two have gotten together, you’ve become like, significantly more overprotective.”

Adora rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Oh, come on guys. I’m not that bad. Bow’s way worse!”

“Uh, yeah, but I’ve always been a worrier,” Bow said. “You once told me to take a Halls and have a power-nap when I had Strep.”

Adora winced. “Alright, okay,” she glanced over at Catra worriedly. “I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you,” Adora said to Catra, sending Catra a painfully earnest look that Adora knew she was weak to.

Just as expected, Catra melted, some of her defensiveness sliding off her shoulders. “Look, Adora, I’d tell you if I was sick. And I’m fine. Really.”

Adora sighed then and leaned over to press a soft kiss to Catra’s forehead. “Alright. That’s all I ask,” she relented.

But Adora knew she wasn’t wrong. She’d just have to be extra-vigilant and take care of Catra herself.

2.

Adora picked up Catra from her last class before lunch, as she always did with a smile. “Hey, how was your morning?” She asked as she linked their fingers together, leading them both to the campus cafeteria.

Catra shrugged. Her hands were freezing. Another point of evidence leading to the Catra Is Sick conclusion. “It was fine. My last class was freezing though. It’s like they just leave the AC on all year in there. I swear I’m gonna get hypothermia some day,” she complained as she shivered again.

Adora frowned a little and grabbed both of Catra’s hands, warming them between her own warmer ones. She leaned in and breathed warm air onto them. “Better?’ Adora asked.

Catra’s cheeks darkened and she nodded. Adora smiled up at her and placed a small kiss to Catra’s knuckles.

“Hey, I think my soup punch-card is almost full. How does chicken noodle sound?” Adora asked as they got to the cafeteria.

Catra sent Adora a suspicious look, “This isn’t about the fake me being sick thing is it?” Catra asked, her voice sounding a little rough until she cleared her throat.

Adora’s worry spiked, but she pushed it down before Catra could see it. “It’s about the punch card and the free soup,” she said with a playful roll of her eyes.

“Oh, I see, it’s your day to buy, so you’re trying to get a discount,” Catra joked back dryly, but gave into the soup idea.

“Oh, unapologetically,” Adora said as she started spooning soup into two tiny to-go bowls. “Plus, it’ll help you warm up. From your freezing last class.”

Catra smiled softly and Adora cherished the look. “Alright, I guess if you’ve thought it through.”

Adora had thought it through. And as they sat across from each other, their feet tangled under the table and Adora’s jacket around Catra’s shoulders, Adora knew it was the right choice. Catra was sick, and even if she wouldn’t admit it, Adora ould take care of her.

3.

Catra was already waiting for Adora in the lecture hall of their last class of the day, her jacket in the seat next to her, saving the spot for Adora, as she usually did. However, the closer Adora got, the more clear it became that Catra’s condition had only worsened. As Adora sat down, she could clearly see the bags under Catra’s eyes and her red nose.

“Hey Adora,” Catra greeted, her voice obviously raspy, and her nose obviously plugged.

Adora’s worry was clear on her face. “Hey sweetheart,” Adora said softly, reaching up to feel Catra’s forehead. “You feeling okay, darling?”

Catra blushed darkly and looked away, moving her forehead away from Adora’s grasp. “I’m fine, Adora. Gosh, what’s with all the pet-names?”

Adora just kept frowning in worry. “Catra, come on. Are you really gonna keep this up? You should go home.”

Catra rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m really fine.”

Bow and Glimmer took this opportunity to sit down right behind them, as usual. “Is Adora still on Catra about this sick thing?” Glimmer asked Bow as they sat down and got situated.

“Yes! And it’s driving me crazy! Tell her I’m fine!” Catra said, turning back to Bow and Glimmer.

“Yeah, Adora, she looks fine to me,” Bow said after a few beats.

“Word. If you wanna skip class with Catra, just say that. No need to make us all worry,” Glimmer said as she pulled out her laptop.

Adora groaned in frustration. “You guys! I’m really not exaggerating. Look at her! She looks ill!”

“Ouch,” Bow winced as Catra shot a cutting look to Adora.

“You saying I look bad?” She asked, her eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Double ouch,” Glimmer agreed.

Adora shook her head and started backpedaling. “Catra, come on, you know that’s not what I meant! You look great--”

“Oh, perfect, so you admit I’m not sick then,” Catra cut in.

“That’s not what I said!” Adora objected.

“Oh, so you are saying I look bad. Alright I get it,” Catra said and turned back to the front of the lecture hall, completely ignoring Adora.

Adora sighed softly. She really just couldn’t win today.

4.

Catra still wasn’t talking to Adora at dinner. She sat on the other side of the table instead of beside her, and hasn’t even looked at her once since the end of the lecture. Adora caught the look that Bow and Glimmer shared before they sat down on opposite sides as well.

Adora really couldn't stop alternating between being worried for Catra, and hurt by her snub. Especially considering ever since they sat down at the table, Catra had been rubbing her temples secretly as if trying to chase off a headache. Adora knew any help she tried to give would be brushed off, but she needed to help Catra in some way.

So, Adora placed an Advil on the table between them subtly before looking back down to her menu. She knocked her foot against Catra’s softly under the table to get her attention, then gave a lowkey glance to the pill before going back to her menu. Adora watched Catra look at the pill and then back up at Adora out of her periphery. Catra clearly hesitated, before deciding not to take it.

Adora sighed softly. She couldn’t make Catra do anything she didn’t want to do. Even if it was in her best interests.

Adora sulked all through dinner, trying to keep an eye on Catra to make sure she didn’t over-extend herself without making it obvious. Adora was probably not very good at this because conversation at dinner was extremely awkward. Bow and Glimmer tried everything they could to make dinner enjoyable, but even their cheerfulness had an end.

It wasn’t until the end of the meal, when everyone was paying and readying to leave that Catra reached down and grabbed the Advil. She took it while Bow and Glimmer were facing the server. Adora sent a thankful smile over at Catra and she rolled her eyes.

That right there was as good as a verbal confession of illness.

Adora stood and held out her hand for Catra. She looked at the hand, then at Adora and took it.

“Alright Princess,” Catra started, leaning a little into Adora. “Let’s go home.”

Adora smiled and pressed a small kiss onto the top of Catra’s head. “Let’s go home,” she agreed.

5.

All four friends made their way to the train station. Adora could tell Glimmer and Bow were extremely thankful Adora and Catra had made up. They both let out twin signs of relief when they caught a glimpse of their hands intertwined.

Adora and Catra didn’t talk the entire way to the train station, and when they sat down, Catra laid her head on Adora’s shoulder, the day’s activity having clearly drained her of all remaining energy. Adora turned her head slightly to press a kiss to the top of Catra’s head. She didn’t say anything as Catra fell asleep.

Bow and Glimmer who were sitting across from Adora and Catra had twin looks of worry on their faces. Catra rarely sat down on the train, usually opting to stand and hold onto the rail above wherever Adora was sitting. To see her sitting down, let alone sleeping, it was, frankly, worrisome.

Adora smiled at them in a way she hoped was reassuring. “It’s okay, guys. I’ve got her,” she turned to Catra with a soft look in her eyes. “She always does this. Tries to hold on and just push through when she should just take the day off. After the third time she collapsed in High School, I just learned to recognize the signs and catch her before it happens.” Adora smoothed some of Catra’s hair aside, hoping to make her a little more comfortable.

Bow was looking at Adora with that soft, watery look he got sometimes when he saw cute things and Glimmer had her combination grossed-out-but-charmed look. Adora smiled at them. “I’ll get her home safe. But I don’t think we’ll be coming to class tomorrow.”

+1.

The next morning, Adora woke at her usual time, but instead of slipping out of bed and getting ready to go on a run, she just rolled over and wrapped herself around Catra, using her body as a sort of heated blanket. She stayed like this until Catra opened her eyes much later. The sun was already shining through the blinds above their head, spreading cool, golden morning sunlight across their bed spread.

“Feeling alright?” Adora asked softly as she absently stroked along Catra’s side.

Catra sighed softly in defeat and closed her eyes again with a small smile. “No,” she finally admitted.

Adora smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Catra’s shoulder. “Want me to make you some tea? Maybe some oatmeal?”

Catra sighed again, this time more charmed than anything. “Yeah, that might help,” she agreed, her voice raspy and her nose clearly plugged. “Maybe a cough drop and some Vaseline too? My nose is driving me crazy already.”

Adora smiled, happy to finally be allowed to take care of Catra properly. “And you’re warm enough?”

“With your furnace body on top of mine? Yeah. I’m sweating,” she joked dryly.

Adora’s smile turned fond and a little playful. She leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be right back then. Try not to freeze to death.”

“You got it, Princess.”

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Chicken Noodle Soup: your favourite hurt/comfort scene

I love hurt/comfort! I'm working on some Sierra/Holly backstory that's basically nothing but that. have an excerpt :)

And then finally, finally, the tunnel opened up and spilled them both out into the daylight. Sierra just made it past the remaining trickle of sewage before she collapsed onto the grass. Holly dropped to her hands and knees, breathing heavily. Tears stung her eyes. They had made it out, and they seemed to be alone. And Sierra… shit. Sierra wasn’t moving from where she’d fallen. Holly’s next breath came out as a sob. Dammit, Sierra. Not now. Not now.

She crawled towards her companion, her hands sliding in the wet grass. Sierra didn’t resist when Holly rolled her over. Her head lolled sideways; her face was clammy and greyish, her eyelids half-closed.

“Sierra!”

No response.

“Sierra!”

Silence.

A sob burst from Holly’s throat. Come on. Not now. They were so close to freedom, real freedom, and this was a poor way to repay Sierra for her lock picking talents. It was Sierra who had broken them out, who had chosen to bring Holly with her. Holly could not let her die here. Especially not after she’d dragged her this far.

She reached for Sierra’s throat, fumbling for a pulse. For an agonising moment, nothing but silence there, too. Then a single throb beneath her fingers. She held still, hardly daring to breathe. Silently begging Sierra to stay with her, hoping that what she’d felt hadn’t been a fluke, a trick of her own imagination.

Another pulse. Sierra’s heart was still beating, if slowly. Which meant there was still something she could do.

Broccoli Cheddar Soup: what was your inspiration for this WIP?

gonna answer this for Dragonsong: I was half asleep, and my sister was (for reasons that are confusing) joked I looked like a dragon in a cave. now, for context, I have several teddy bears by my bed. without opening my eyes, I patted around til I found one — not, and this is crucial, the stuffed dragon. when questioned, I pointed out the bear I had picked out was yellowish, the closest thing to gold. as I said, the dragon "is not gold. he's treasure."

and then I got onto a mother dragon protecting her baby, and that sparked Bedelia and Enya, followed by Isi and Robin and the inciting incident.

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