#so sad we lost Meredith

[fallloverfic]

"Nimona" movie artbook thoughts

There's so much neat stuff here. Spoilers for the movie below the cut but just dang I love this

So many neat ideas for long-haired Ambrosius. Ponytail Ambrosius! He looks so cute!

There was going to be a magazine cover with "Goldenloin bares it all" and I like to think part of this is in reference to the two pin-ups Nate drew (Pin-up 1 and Pin-up 2). It's neat to see how much they were building up his celebrity in more ways. In other concept art, he was on more magazine covers, and he shows up as part of a parade. There are lots of concepts of Goldenloin fans.

Also this Ambrosius test is amazing. The weird Todd/Ambrosius fusion in motion lol But you can tell they even modified it later to turn it into Todd. He's a bit softer here in a way and just... fun. Todd cosplaying as Ambrosius/having a nightmare/dream about it aldkjalj

It was also interesting to see more confident Ballister. There's an animation test with him fighting some Institute guards, and it's very clear in early concept art (from that popular viral test back in 2021 as well) that he was more confident in earlier production.

More adorable Ambrosius/Ballister moments, and some cute Ambrosius. They're absolutely sweet.

And unfortunately one of the biggest losses in the movie: the amazing stuff they show for Meredith Blitzmeyer. At one point she was going to be covered in magic tattoos.

"For a long time, the character of Meredith Blitzmeyer was in the film. She served many different functions in many different iterations. At one point, she had a magical van that was bigger on the inside. In another, she was covered from head to toe in magical tattoos. And in another, she was the head of a vast underground society, called the Silver Society, comprised of all the magical creatures forced into hiding by the institute. Ultimately, the story went in a different direction, but her design and model were so beloved that she wasn’t lost but repurposed into The Queen." This all sounds so cool (except the repurposed into a character who dies in the first 10 minutes of the movie part T-T).

She has an entire spread. It's neat that she got to show up in some form (when they recycled her design for Valerin), but I love the idea of the Silver Society and her place in it and also Ballister having more friends and just ugh. These designs and world-building are so cool. I wish we'd seen all of them in the movie.

Also finally an eye dings chart! With everything clearly explained lol Neat to know I wasn't imagining some in-between diamond/square shape when Ballister is changing.

And this pride flags spread! There's a drag queen club! I just love all of this!! Seeing them spread throughout the movie is fun but it's neat to see the collection here!

Also this line: "In actuality, there has not been a monster attack since the first, so the fear and belief of the possibility is the only thing keeping the populace in check." It's neat to get confirmation of that.

Also a very much more violent Nimona was in the early/late-ish production lol.

José Manuel Fernández Oli talked on his Facebook collection of concept art about there at one point being an underground of outcast shapeshifters, and I don't know if that's what we're seeing here, but we were at least maybe also going to get more magical people (which matches the Meredith plans)??

Weres? People with fire magic? Satyrs? Demons? Elves? Or just a wider range of shapeshifter people. That would have been so cool.

There are environment designs for the Institute, Ballister and Nimona's hide-out, people designs, a few more test animations they haven't put up elsewhere, more Nimona shapeshifts (more dogs and cats, a second kind of gnome, more of her bulkier, muscular design, more types of dragons, a goat, more ancient Nimona concepts, plant monster Nimona, alien(?) Nimona, etc.). We nearly had goblin Director. Older Gloreth concepts... It's all really awesome.

All in all, a lot of really cool stuff.

[annieqattheperipheral]

wooosh. That's me sighing and breathing it out. Couldn't watch the gaudreaus memorial service live while working, just watched it in full on cbj youtube. first off, I'm ever so grateful the family granted us a livestream of this very difficult experience, that they are willing to open their arms to all of us to grieve together. their generosity and love.. wow. I'm in awe of this family. Thank you thank you. It is helping and healing so many of us to be part of this circle of support. thank you.

The priest interwove such beautiful personal memories with the gaudreaus in his sermon, and brought hope and a sense of guidance to steer mourners after such a heartwrenching and sudden tragedy. He welcomed ppl of all different faiths and connected the family to those grieving both there with them and far away. It was a beautiful way to begin the service.

I paused quite a few times during Madeline's and then Meredith's speeches to wipe tears. Meredith's was long but i get it. As she was nearing the end i had this feeling of no don't stop talking because when you end this speech is when we say our last goodbyes to johnny and matty and that's it we all carry on without them. No more Johnny Hockey in the NHL and that cannot be right.

The stories of how Johnny wore meredith's comfy clothing to pregame cracked me up. How he came bounding down the stairs one day in her maternity sweatshirt and she's like noooo take that off and he's like what it fits so well 😂 i cannot!! I can just imagine him preening so proudly lolll. He was so proud of his baby's spit up on his clothes, wore em to the rink. Incredible father and husband. Cannot believe he won't be around to help her through her 3rd pregnancy.

That both of Johnny and Matty's wives are going to go through pregnancy and labour without them. This tragedy is insane. How. How???!!!

I liked hearing about Johnny and Matty's deep deep connection. That Johnny lived an nhl life all season but all he wanted in the offseason was to go sleep in his tiny twin bed next to his brother in his own tiny twin bed in their childhood bedroom. Meredith said she knows so much of the focus has been on Johnny but even in life Matty knew that's how it was and loved his brother for it, was so proud of him.

Sean Monahan... wow wow wow I'm hurting hard for him. Johnny was really excited to play in cbj with him. Omg.

And Kevin Hayes. Goodness. So much heartbreak. Lost yet another brother. The hayeses really took care of Johnny in the nhl.

Guy Gaudreau, their father. The very last shot of the family at the end as they exited the church, following the two caskets out, Meredith followed Johnny's. Madeline and the gaudreaus (parents and 2 sisters) then following Matty's.. Guy was an absolute mess being held up by his wife and daughter. My heart broke all over again.

Spotted a lot of familiar hockey faces in the pews. I hope being there was healing. I know for me, everything felt unreal and confusing until i physically got to see my cousin's casket and then see with my own eyes as she was placed to rest. That connection to reality helped the loneliness and confusion i felt. I wanted to be with her but then my brain could finally give me an answer, she's sleeping in that place where i can go visit.

Ok. well in the pans over the attendees saw cbj, flames, team usa, Matthew Tkachuk, Seth Jones, Cole Caufield, Nikita Zadorov and others.

Well. This coming season is gonna get off to a real sad start and I'm glad we have each other in the lb🫂💕 those home opener tributes are gonna be tough.

[borathae]

"Spending time with Yoongi will always make your day better."

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Slice of Life Fluff

Warnings: love and being in love and loving each other, they're cooking together and they're happy and in love!!!, also they hug each other and LOVE each other 😭, also their teamwork in all parts of life just breaks me apart, they're the one true couple, i apologise i love them so much

Wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: i hope that this can cheer you guys up a little. now i'm crying because i don't want my forever seven to leave and love this couple so much :(

Sometimes days aren’t good, but describing them as a bad day doesn’t fit either. You can feel that something was off, but you also can’t describe what exactly it is that is off. You just know that something is wrong. It makes you restless and uneasy, yet at the same time hinders you from doing anything at all. It once again, must be brought to attention that it isn’t enough for it to be a bad day. You know how paralysis because of mental struggles feels like and this isn’t that. You simply feel restless and unable to do anything against it.

You tried to fight the feeling come the later hours of the afternoon, but not even reading helped. As a matter of fact, you managed to read half a page and then you lost interest again. Taking care of your plants entertained you for an hour before you felt too exhausted to continue and you gave up.

Which leads us to the current moment in the estate’s main kitchen. It is empty, safe for you and you are currently trying to entertain yourself by making tea. You let out a loud sigh, sagging your shoulders. You feel so weird. You don’t like feeling this way. Not one bit.

“Hey princess”, Yoongi enters the kitchen.

You turn, studying him from head to toe. He is walking to you, rolling his head as he does to get the stiffness out of his neck.

“Hey, love. How did it go?”

“Good. Meredith and I finally finished the spell to close the gateway”, he says and gives you a kiss on your cheek, “we can get rid of the leak tomorrow.”

Meredith’s coven struggles with a dark magic leak not far from their place and Yoongi has been in magical connection with Meredith all day, working in the library whilst she worked in her own. Together they constructed a spell which will hopefully close the leak for good.

“That’s amazing news. You guys are so cool”, you say and turn back to the kettle. The water finished boiling and you need to fill your mug. 

“Yeah, hopefully it’ll work ‘cause otherwise we need to think of something else.”

“No matter the outcome, I’m sure you guys will be successful in the end. I believe in you.”

“Thank you, princess. That motivates me”, he says and closes the distance so he could drape his arm around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder, rubbing your side softly, “how was your day?”

“Wow Yoongi”, you say and let out a loud sigh, “thank you so much for asking because I literally can’t take it anymore. Today’s such a poopy day and I don’t even know why.” 

“Really? What happened?” he asks worriedly, hugging you.

You shrug your shoulders.

“Nothing happened, that’s the thing. It’s not even a bad day and I don’t feel sad or anything, but it’s not a good day either.”

“That’s okay. You can have neutral days.”

“But it’s not a neutral day. It’s a…a...I guess it’s an uncomfortable day, but not uncomfortable enough to be upset about it. I just constantly dislike what is happening to me. Even your hug makes me feel weird.”

“Sorry”, Yoongi says and gives you space instantly.

“Don’t apologise. It was a nice hug, but today I just constantly feel murgh”, you make the sound, “like that sound. Murgh.”

“Did you do something, which could have triggered it?”

“No, I just lied around until I felt uneasy, I tried to read and garden but even that felt weird. Now I’m here. Making tea and feeling murgh.”

“Maybe you’re just bored.”

“Bored?”

Yoongi nods his head, “I know I feel weird when I lie around and do nothing. I get bored and weirdly stressed out for not achieving anything.”

“Yes exactly. Thank you. This is exactly how I feel. It’s so late already and I haven’t done anything productive today. Now I feel like I need to do something or else I’d have wasted this day, but nothing interests me.”

“Mhm, I understand. I’m sorry you feel this way, princess. I don’t think you wasted your day. You just did some resting. That’s already enough.”

“I guess”, you say and sign, “I know how you mean it and I know it’s enough to just do nothing sometimes, but I really wanted today to be productive.” 

“I understand. Maybe we could still do something productive?”

“No, it’s okay. You already did so much with Meredith today. I don’t wanna take cozy time away from you just ‘cause I can’t get to rest today.”

“I wouldn’t mind. We could do one of those murder mystery games together. We still gotta solve the case with the glovebox. You know the one where you fell asleep on my lap last time?”

You laugh, nodding your head. You were three hours into the game when sleepiness dragged you down and you fell asleep with your head on his lap as he read you one of the clues. It wasn’t your fault, Yoongi played with your hair and it knocked you out.

“That’s cozy enough for me. We could continue the game”, Yoongi says.

You glance at him. Yoongi grins.

“I know that look. You wanna do a murder mystery together, don’t you?”

“Yeah maybe”, you confess, “that game is so much fun.”

“Yeah, it’s really fun”, he agrees and opens the fridge to hand you the milk.

“Thanks.”

“Mhm”, he hums and studies the contents of the fridge, “did you have dinner already?”

“No, that’s the next thing which overwhelms me. No food sounds good, but I’m starving. I literally ate raw noodles for a snack.”

Yoongi scrunches his nose in distaste.

“No, don’t do that. Don’t eat raw pasta.”

“But the crunch and the blandness of them. It just satisfies something in me”, you argue in a whine.

“Okay, if you say so”, Yoongi murmurs and bends down to inspect the lower levels, “do you want curry? I make a very yummy Korean style curry.”

“Oh I actually love curries.”

“Good. Then it’s decided. My indecisive princess is gonna eat curry tonight”, he says and straightens up. He takes out some of the ingredients, giving you a smile.

“You’re cute, you know?” you say.

“Mhm, you keep saying that yeah.”

“Because I mean it”, you close the distance so you can hug his waist, “you’re cute.”

Yoongi leans in for a smooch to his cheek. He hides his giddiness with a faint touch to his own neck. 

“Can you get me the cutting board?” he asks.

“Yeah sure”, you say and spring into action instantly. Weirdly enough, you don’t feel that uncomfortably bored anymore ever since Yoongi entered the kitchen. Even cooking, which once sounded too exhausting to do, feels easy. Yoongi is cutting the vegetables while you prepare a pot with some water. It feels so easy to do now that you can do it with Yoongi.

“I want music. Is it okay for you if I turn the radio on?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Nice”, you say, turning on the radio with a snap of your fingers. The CD which you listened to last night plays from the beginning.

“Mhm, that’s making it so much more fun”, Yoongi says and then begins humming to the song as he cuts up the potato for the curry. 

“It does. Even music felt exhausting, but I don’t think so right now”, you say and swing your hips to the music. 

“Mhm I get it. Do you want meat in the curry?”

“No, it’s not necessary. I’ll start on the rice, okay?”

“Yeah okay”, Yoongi says and sings his next words to the melody of the song, “she wants no meat in the curry. Hmhm.”

You glance at him. He is so lovely without even trying. You enjoy the smile he brings to the surface until it naturally dies down again and leaves a warm flicker in your chest. Then you look at the rice cooker, lowering yourself so you could read the different settings better. You turn it on to check for the water levels. There is still enough inside, which means you can wash the rice.

You have to get to where Yoongi is standing for it, passing him with a swing in your hips and your right hand dancing along his lower back. He looks at you.

“Do you need to get inside?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

He steps aside so you could get the bowl.

“Thank you”, you say, stealing a little cheek kiss for which Yoongi leans in naturally.

“Mhm”, he hums while you dance back to the rice cooker. You take out the rice from the cupboard.

“Do you want to eat something as well?”

“Yes, I feel like it tonight. I haven’t had curry in ages.”

“Okie dokie”, you say and then sing the next words, “rice for my Boongie so he can grow big and strong.”

Yoongi chuckles and meets your eyes as you look at him with a snicker crinkling your features. He shakes his head and breaks the eye contact, the chuckle still remains on his lips. Feeling very warm in your chest, you begin washing two portions of rice until the water is clear. You put it into the rice cooker and turn it on. It starts with a short jingle.

Now that you have time and nothing to do, you dance back to Yoongi. You hug him from behind, sliding your hands under his yellow sweater to caress his tummy gently. You rest your cheek against his back. He leans into the hug, swaying from side to side as you control the slow dance. Goosebumps cover his skin instantly, amazing shivers run down his spine. This is such a simple connection, but it feels so comforting to both of you.

“I think I want meat in mine”, Yoongi says. He is almost finished with the vegetables, slowing down his cutting for the sole reason of enjoying the hug a little longer.

“Yeah? I could grill it for you”, you offer as you bask in the feeling of him with closed eyes. His tummy is so soft and his skin so tender. He is also so, so warm.

“Yes, I would like that”, he says.

“Okay okay”, you say and kiss his back. You give him a little squeeze and then slip away from him again.

Yoongi glances at you, missing your hug now that it is gone.

“Thank you”, he says.

“Of course”, you answer him as you stir the boiling water, “how long do we have to cook the curry?”

“It should be done in twenty minutes”, he tells you, carrying the cutting board to the stove, “careful, love”, he warns so you could step aside and he can scoop the vegetables into the boiling water. 

“I’ll start with the grilling after ten minutes I think”, you say.

“Yeah, sounds good to me. Could you please bring me some bay leaves and a cinnamon stick?”

“Coming right up”, you say, hurrying to the spice rack, “will we put cinnamon into the curry?”

“Yeah, just for a short time. It adds a lot of warmth to the taste. It goes well with the season.”

He is seasoning the curry as you and he are talking.

“I like that. Warm food tastes so much better in the colder months. Wow Yoongi, yesterday was such a nice day. The weather was so cold and gloomy. I was really happy.”

“Mhm yeah, yesterday was nice.”

“I need to finally put leaves on the vegetable beds. Otherwise it’ll get too cold for it.”

“Yeah, right. Do you need help with it?”

“No, I can manage but thank you so much.”

“Of course. If you change your mind, you can tell me.”

“I will, thank you love.”

You return to Yoongi with the rest of the spices, inhaling deeply. 

“Mhhhm this already smells amazing, wow”, you hum, moving in closer to waft the steam into your face for another whiff, “mhhm.”

“Yeah, it should taste good. You’ll like it.” 

“Is it a special recipe?” 

“No, not really. I thought of it myself. Put the spices in.”

You follow his order, watching them sink into the rich coloured liquid. Yoongi stirs it three times then places the spoon aside.

“I’m sure that it’ll taste amazing. Your recipes are always the best”, you say.

“Yeah uhm”, Yoongi doesn’t say anything else. Instead he walks to the sink to wash his hands. 

You follow him, attacking him with a back hug so passionately, Yoongi stumbles from side to side. He laughs, pressing back into you while his hands find support by grasping the edge of the sink. 

“You’re such a Boongie”, you mumble into his sweater, squeezing him tightly, “mhm Yoongi, I wanna squish you.”

“Okay, okay I get it”, Yoongi laughs and turns in your arms, “release me before I die of asphyxiation.”

“Asphyxiation the man says as if I have enough strength to choke you to death”, you say in a cackle.

“Hm no, you don’t”, Yoongi agrees and lifts his right hand to flick droplets of water into your face.

“Ah! Hey! Don’t do that”, you squeak, laughing loudly as you wipe your face dry by rubbing it into his sweater.

Yoongi chuckles, “sorry, the opportunity was too tempting not to take it. Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not. I was attacked”, you joke, making him laugh. 

“Sorry”, he says and rests his cheek on your shoulder, closing his eyes as he does. He always closes his eyes when you and he hug. It’s like an instinct to him. 

“It’s okay, don’t worry. Mhm Yoongi, my love”, you say, snuggling into him as your arms tighten around him once again, “you’re so Boongie.”

“What even is a Boongie?”

“What do you mean? A Boongie is exactly how you are. Sweet and cute and full of love and so, so squishable. Yeah, that’s a Boongie.”

Yoongi chuckles, “okay, if you say so. I feel honoured then.”

You nod your head, lifting it a second later so you could meet his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask him.

“Yeah please”, he allows you with his sparkly eyes flitting to your lips.

You close in for a kiss, meeting Yoongi in the middle because he will always lean in for kisses. 

“Mhm”, he hums, cupping your cheek while his right arm closes around your waist. 

“Hm”, you answer him, hooking your fingers behind his neck.

You and he lose yourselves in the moment while the curry boils on the stove happily and the radio sings its songs.

Sometimes days aren’t good, but that doesn’t mean that with the right company they can’t turn into good days.

[glazedsnail]

Gus Invests in a Karaoke Machine

I woke up this morning and thought this very normal thought:

What song would the bachelor.ette.s sing at karaoke?

Not what they like to listen to, not what they'd want to sing in any normal state.

What they would belt out with a buzzed heart.

So here we go:

Harvey -

And he's absolutely CRUSHING it, everyone in the saloon is floored by how Harvey chanel his best Tim Curry. They're stuck to his lips for every notes with antici... ...pation.

He even shakes his hips, straighten his leg, put on the greatest show. Walk over the patrons, flick their chins, he's not much of a man by the light of day, but by night... Oh yeah. Even grabs Shane's pint in the process, sits on the counter to drink off it. How 'bout that?

Unfortunately he doesn't remember much the next day and wonders why people started calling him Dr Frank-N-Furter for a while.

Elliott -

Starts with a whisper from the heart, making the townspeople think aww he so shy, but then he just FLIES and SWINGS from the chandelier. He IS the bird, he IS free, and he clearly doesnt care if he sings off key.

Beating to the sound of his own untuned drum.

There's a lot of hair flip, and the scream inside that he was hiding FLIES OUT.

His throat hurts the next morning, but he sings for love ♥

Shane -

He wasn't going to partake, but when he heard the few notes from the song coming on as Gus put the machine on Shuffle he simply HAS to grab the mic and DESTROYS it with all his heart.

Oh so you think you got him figured out? THE SEASON'S CHANGING BITCH. Don't you try to save him. He's your HELL he's your DREAM.

The saloon is stunned. He doesn't sing well (like, at all) but damn his heart and soul ARE in it, and it shows. When he's done they're all a bit lost but damn the applauses come soon enough.

He forgets all about it each time.

We wouldn't want him any other way.

Sam -

He tries to pull Seb in, he wants to get Seb to sing with him. He wants to sing Kiki Dee's part solely but he ends up singing both, weirdly harmonizing with himself?? Like it's almost spooky how good he switches from one voice to the other.

A lot of ooh-hoo ooh-hoo but damn this man has a built-in pitch checker, each notes is hit with the precision of an opera singer. He puts the light in your life.

The song ends but he continues with an endless loop of:

Don't go breaking my / Don't go breaking my / Don't go breaking my / Don't go breaking my (please someone take the mic from him)/ Don't go breaking my/ Don't go breaking my...

Sebastian is almost sad he didn't get to sing with him after all but they make it a point to sing it every Karaoke night from now on (and they're perfect, everyone comes in just cause they know this will happen.)

Seb -

Are you a man? Cause I'm a biitcchhhhhhhhh.

Everyone is taken aback, flummoxed, even. How does Sebastian move that way? Who taught him? How flexible is this man? With all due respect, everyone's in heat?? I mean look at him. Rev his engine til you make it purr??

Robin and Demetrius are a bit....puzzled but, man, look at the way he moves. Don't try to give him shit he earned the right to be like this...

Get in loser for the...JOYRIDE micdrop

Immediately acts like absolutely nothing happened. Everybody else follows.

Alex -

Lots of pouting and squinting, finger pointing and shuffling. Each time poiting to a different person, making their heart flutter for a bit.

TELL ME WHY - and everyone else joins in.

He's the bad boy of the backstreet, he is your fire, your one desire. His hands on his body, a lot, A LOT. Is he singing to himself?! That's a lot of body touching...Alex calm down. Pull your shirt down.

His shirt is on the floor by the end of the song, and grabs it to wipes himself with it like he's James Brown. He's having fun and is that not what karaoke's about?

🎶🧑‍🎤🎶🧑‍🎤🎶🧑‍🎤🎶🧑‍🎤🎶🧑‍🎤🎶🧑‍🎤🎶🧑‍🎤🎶🧑‍🎤🎶

I'll do bachelorettes next.

[spicywarl0ck]

Hiiii! Happy Friday! How about "goodbye kisses" for Fenhawke? :3

Happy Friday, thank you for the prompt, I know it's been a while x3 But here we go @dadrunkwriting Pairing: Fenris/male Hawke Rating: G Length: 715

His mind was made up and his bag was packed.

He was ready to leave any moment now, but his heart wasn’t in it. Not really. 

“You don’t have to do this alone.” Fenris's voice was quiet but still angry when he spoke, causing Hawke to stop mid-motion.

His chest felt heavy already and his mind was filled with doubts. He didn’t want to go, not truly. But he knew it needed to be done, and he would never be able to forgive himself if he didn’t try.

This was a mess he was partially responsible for too, after all.

“I know. But I couldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you.” Garrett turned around, a solemn smile on his lips before he stretched his arm to cup the elf’s cheek gently. The anger remained in Fenris’s eyes but he didn’t pull away.

“I have been fighting with you ever since we met. I can handle myself.” Fenris scoffed at him, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I know.” Hawke’s amber eyes were nothing but gentle when he returned the gaze. He had known Fenris for a while now, enough to be able to tell when his lover pouted. It was cute in a way, though he knew he would be a dead man if he ever dared to say that aloud.

“You are a skilled fighter, but I asked you often enough to stand with me out of selfishness. I know you would have stood with me no matter what, but it was me who dragged you into the war between mages and templars. I can’t ask you to finish it with me.” Garrett added just before he leaned forward to press his lips against Fenris's forehead.

“You have to let me go for now. I don’t like this more than you do, but if I can aid the Inquisitor in his fight against Corypheus, I must try. It was me who freed him.”

“It was us who freed him.” Fenris corrected him sternly, his eyebrows narrowing as they created a small fold between his eyes. “I was there too remember? I stood with you against him in the fight.”

“And it was a close call, back then.” Hawke took a deep breath. “I almost lost you.”

His thumb brushed over Fenris’s cheek gently. Everything inside him begged him not to leave Fenris behind, but he knew he couldn’t be so selfish. He had lost so much already and he knew he couldn’t bear losing his lover too.

“I can’t lose you.” he breathed, leaning in softly when he felt the elf’s resistance vanishing. 

A pair of weather-worn lips pressed against him before gauntleted hands cupped his bearded cheek. They held him to prevent him from pulling away as long as the kiss lasted, the bittersweet taste of goodbye an underlying note.

“Come back to me, okay?” Fenris’s voice was soft as he spoke against his lips.

“I will. How will I marry you otherwise?” This was not how Hawke meant to propose, but he knew it might be now or never. “So, you better wait for me and stay safe, you hear me? I want you to be safe.”

Another kiss followed this time filled with desperation as Fenris clutched onto him.

It reminded him of the kiss they shared before facing Meredith, neither of them knowing if they would survive. His hands moved from Fenris’s cheeks to his hips where he gently held him just for another heartbeat before he needed to let go.

He knew he wouldn’t leave if he allowed himself to stay here longer.

“Goodbye. I love you.” Garrett had a hard time saying those words, a sad smile on his lips before he forced himself to gather his bags. “I will send you messages whenever I can. Stay out of trouble.”

“Hmph, An advice you should rather give yourself.” Fenris snorted. “Don’t do anything reckless.” he continued, adding, "I love you too. You better come back.”

“Of course I will.” Hawke’s expression was soft before he set foot outside, leaving the small hut behind they had hidden in for some time now. He felt the loss almost instantly, and he couldn’t help throwing a glance back as the green of Fenris's eyes was burned into his memory. Also a small addition for heartbreak: It was what he remembered when he stood in front of the impossibly large demon.

“I’m sorry Fenris.” he breathed, his voice cracking when he imagined how heartbroken the elf would be. “It seems I won’t make it.” 

[buckybarnesss]

It is so weird being an Allison fan and trying to explain that while yes, I hate that she died she just died so well!

Her death had impact. No one forgot her (unlike Erica and Boyd). Her spector loomed large, to the extent that Scott credits her with stopping the beast of Gevaudan.

It's one of the things I love about the show and her arc: yes, she died, and it was sad but it had impact on the characters and on the narrative.

allison's death was one of the reasons i stopped watching the show after 3b. it was a straw on the camel's back for a lot of people.

when i returned to the show a few years later to watch s4 and s5 (still haven't really done s6 yet (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞) allison's death was one of the few things that carried narrative weight and significance past the seasons she appeared in.

allison still meant something to the characters even after she was gone unlike nearly every other character that had died or left. she had a legacy. she gave them pause. she was the ghost just out of sight.

the promo for season 4 lives in my head rent free because of how well it referenced the loss of a lead character.

lydia's entire character arc in both season 4 and 5 at it's very heart is about the loss of allison and how she failed to prevent it. meredith enacted her plan in season 4 because she heard lydia's death wail for allison. lydia figures out her powers to save malia because malia is going to die and lydia desperately cannot let another person she cares for die. she is desperate to get stiles back after the wild hunt takes him. lydia's love for allison and her friendship with her changed her profoundly from the mean girl we met in season 1.

i think the one unspoken thing that really hangs between scott and stiles in their season 5 divorce is allison's death. was it really about donovan? on the surface yes it was about donovan and theo and the miscommunication but the whole thing had been building a while. the real argument under it was about did scott believe stiles was capable of murder? especially in the way it was being suggested that it was purposeful and in cold blood.

season 5 was the delayed response to the nogitsune possession and how it changed stiles. his temperament, his perspective, fears and drive but it also was about how his loved ones had a changed perspective of him.

scott is forever haunted by allison. his first great love and perhaps something he considers his greatest failure. scott's unreasonable standards to save people achieves new heights after allison's death and it's because he sees himself as having failed to save her so he wants to save everyone to compensate. it's an impossible task with a huge margin of error and high failure rate. it didn't escape my notice that scott wanted to save mason very, very badly from possession from the beast because he couldn't save stiles from the nogitsune, that he bit hayden so liam wouldn't lose her like he lost allison. (it was a bumpy ass ride there though).

hell, one of the realest scenes with kate after her return is that she's grieving allison. as fucked up, as horrible and terrible kate argent is she was devested allison died. allison was the only person kate argent actually loved in her black, black heart.

chris's entire post season 3 arc is all about allison. he's trying to honor her legacy and he's willing to go to great lengths to help the people she loved and laid her life down for.

allison was a flawed person. she made heavy and grave mistakes that led to erica eventually dying. she was reckless and rash. she wasn't perfect. she was trying to reconcile her family's legacy and overcome her own demons but she never got a chance to. she died at 17 trying to save people she cared about but she was loved so deeply by those that knew her.

unlike laura hale who we know nothing about, unlike erica and boyd who are eventually forgotten, isaac is never spoken about again allison gets to have an impact on the narrative. ally a gets to save the day after she's gone and saves scott's life from sebastian valet.

all of this is flawed. it's not perfect because well teen wolf is messy but allison's death and the way she subsequently is still mentioned and that her life and death had lasting consequences is one of the things they did right.

[emilyhufflepufftlk]

My Person | Sihtric & OC

Part of my Fire In Her Eyes series

‘Finan is the love of my life, but you are my soulmate.’

A/N: I have been obsessively watching Grey's Anatomy recently and I love Meredith and Christina's friendship and the way they call each other their 'person'. It inspired this little fic, which was supposed to be happy and sweet but actually turned out quite sad (I just couldn't help myself!).

Warnings: angst, spoilers for Fire Turns To Ash

Word Count: 706

Sihtric smiled as he walked across the meadow outside Coccham, the scatter of different coloured wildflowers gently swaying in the breeze. Lucinda lay in the grass, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the warmth of the sun on her face as she rested her hand on her swollen stomach. She looked so peaceful lying there, her red hair splayed out across the ground around her head, glowing golden under the sunshine.

‘I know you are there,’ she murmured, opening her eyes and smiling up at him.

He smirked a little – he had never been able to sneak up on her.

She patted the patch of grass beside her. He lowered himself to the ground and laid down beside her, looking up at the blue sky.

She let out a sigh. ‘It’s good to be home.’

Sihtric said nothing. It had only been a week since they had returned from Winchester, a week since the siege had ended. He had spent the past month consumed with worry, fear gnawing away at his insides as he lay awake every night thinking that she was dead. Everything was alright now, they had all survived and Lucinda was happy, expecting her and Finan’s fourth child, but that fear of losing her and stayed with him.

He reached for her hand and held it tight.

‘You know I love you, don’t you?’ he said softly.

Lucinda looked over to him with a small frown. ‘Of course I do. What made you ask that?’

‘I came so close to losing you…’

‘But you didn’t,’ she said firmly. ‘I am right here, with you.’

He gave her a smile which was tinged with sadness. ‘I’d be lost without you. Finan acts as if he’s the only one who couldn’t live without you, but I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it.’

‘Me neither. You are my person.’

‘What does that mean?’

‘Oh, you know. You understand me, you know what I’m thinking, you’re always there for me no matter what. You’re my person,’ she smiled and gave him a slight shrug.

‘Shouldn’t Finan be your person?’ he asked, playing with a blade of grass between his fingers.

Lucinda thought for a moment. ‘Finan is the love of my life, but you are my soulmate.’ She let out a small chuckle. ‘Platonic soulmate, before you get the wrong idea.’

He laughed with her.

‘You’re my person too,’ he said softly, looking over to her. ‘But don’t tell Eal I said that.’

She let out a laugh. ‘I think she already knows. She always jokes that we come as a pair.’

He shook his head, a wide smile on his face. He felt her squeeze his hand tight. ‘You mean so much to me, Sihtric. Never doubt how much I love you.’

Sihtric smiled, a warm feeling in his chest. He thought back to his childhood in Dunholm – back then he would never have imagined he would be lucky enough to feel so loved. He closed his eyes, and they laid in silence for a long time, the sound of birdsong above them.

Sihtric opened his eyes and felt tears roll down his cheeks.

He could hear the now familiar crash of waves against the cliffs below Bebbanburg, the harsh northern winds whistling through the shutters and bringing a draft into the room.

He let out a sigh, wiping his face with his hand tiredly as he rolled onto his back.

He often dreamed of Lucinda, of days long ago. Some nights he got to relive happy memories of them together, to see her laugh and smile again. Other nights he relived the day of the battle, the day his fears became real, the day he lost her. Even after years had passed, the memory of losing her still stung as fresh as the day it had happened.

He looked over at Ealhswith who was still asleep beside him, and he smiled softly, learning across to kiss her cheek. He tried hard never to take for granted the family he had, knowing too well that the gods could take them away from him.

He then got up and readied himself to face another day without his friend; without his person; without his Lucinda.

@morosemagick @solinarimoon @lauwrite1225 @93xdiagonxalley @trenko-heart @anotherwinchesterfangirl @muddleofnervouswords @cibs @blah-blah-blah-bla @medievalfangirl @persephones-journey @magravenwrites

[salt-pepper-jolex]

No Matter What

A sequel to Powdered Donuts, Princess Crowns, and Bubbles; in which Jo has a nervous breakdown about having this baby and has a scare, but it ends up okay.

Side note: I'm sorry for this roller-coaster. I promise there's happiness eventually. New chapter coming soon! Okay, I'm done, enjoy!

Jo's entire body shook as her thumb hovered over Alex's number, tears falling uncontrollably from her eyes. After a moment, she decided to just press the call button. Then, the familiar voice message rang in her ears. "You've reached the voicemail of Dr. Alex Karev. Sorry I couldn't come to the phone. Leave a message and I'll get back to you."

Despite the exciting week before, Jo couldn't shake the worry and unsteadiness that came with welcoming a baby into the world.

She chose to hang up the phone, not wanting to bother him. She scrolled up to find Meredith's number, and pressed the call button again, putting Mer on speaker. One ring. Two. Three. Finally, on the fourth ring, a familiar voice filled the room.

"Jo?" Mer's voice, filled with an even mix of concern and worry, rang out.

"Hey. I need to talk to you. It wouldn't hurt if Pierce and Shepherd were there too."

Meredith, sensing the pain in her voice, offered for Jo to come over.

"That'd be nice. I'll be there in twenty." She replied, a wave of relief crashing over her. She'd needed to tell someone about...whatever this was.

When she got there, she noticed Mer, Maggie, and Amelia waiting.

"Thank you for doing this." Jo's voice held so much pain and grief that no one else but the three women in front of her could fix. She looked up to them, like a little girl to her big sisters.

"What's going on?" Amelia spoke gently as they all sat down across from Jo, careful not to sound like they were interrogating her because they knew she had asked them to hear her and listen.

"I'm, um, pregnant," Jo said, her voice soft and small, laced with sadness and panic.

"Does Alex know?" Maggie asked, careful not to assume anything.

Jo only nodded her head, as if speaking would surface emotions that she had spent her whole life suppressing.

"How do you feel about it?" Meredith asked, noticing the way Jo picked at her nails, and fidgeted with her ring.

Jo shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know. This is the first time I've been pregnant in 12 years. And Alex doesn't know because the day I planned to tell him, I lost it. I shut him out, but we worked hard, and got here. Now, I don't know what to tell him. Because I know I can't put him, or us for that matter, through that again."

Amelia moved next to Jo, wrapping her arms around the woman that felt like a fragile little girl in that moment.

Knowing the women would listen, she kept going, "It'll break Alex's heart. And the worst part is Luna was so happy, and I don't know how to tell her that she might not get a little sister or brother."

"Jo, don't think for a second that he won't support you in whatever you choose to do. And yes, Luna's young. But she's also smart. She gets that from you and Alex. She'll understand."

In that moment, Amelia gave Jo strength through words no one else could find to tell her. They'd all had losses, Maggie had been broken before, and Meredith knew her pain better than anyone, but Amelia gave Jo the best possible advice, and the strength she needed right then and there.

Suddenly, everyone went quiet, with small smiles. Jo looks behind her to find Alex.

"Hi. What are you doing here?" Jo's voice was impossibly tiny, but only Alex could see the fear in her eyes.

"You weren't home, so I came here. Luna's with Robbins and Torres."

"I know, thank you for that." She laughs, humorlessly, and Alex picked up on it. "How much did you hear?"

"I heard most of it, but that doesn't matter. C'mere." He holds her hands before pulling her into a tight hug.

"I want Luna."

"I know you do, babe. What do you say we go get her and then, we can talk about our options over ice cream. What do you say?"

"I'm lucky to have you, baby."

"I love you. More than everything else in this world. I love you. And Luna. And this baby, but you need to hear me when I say this. I am in your corner. No matter what. Okay?"

"Okay." Jo said, knowing Alex's words were sincere.

"Let's go get our girl. We have sundaes to make."

After a series of thank yous, hugs, and heartfelt see you laters, Jo and Alex left. Mer and Maggie listened as Amelia started.

"We're lifelines now. We have to be there for them."

"I have surgery with Alex, I'll see what I can find out." Maggie offered before Meredith informed the both of them.

"I'll make sure Jo stays awake because that baby will be exhausting, knowing Alex."

Mer turns to see Zola, Bailey, and Ellis on the stairs.

"Auntie Jojo and Uncle Alex are having a baby?" Ellis asks.

"Well, we don't know, honey." Mer says, kind of stunned.

Maggie continues for her, "That's up to them."

"But, no matter what, you cannot say anything to anyone about this, okay?" Amelia says firmly.

All three kids nod in response and scatter to get ready for bed.

Back at the loft, Alex and Jo talked.

"I finally got her down. Can we talk now?" Jo whispered, her voice laced with nerves and panic.

"Of course. Hey, you have nothing to worry about. I promise, whatever you choose, you got me. I'm here for you, and if it comes down to it, we'll figure out what to tell to Luna." He moves to wrap his arm around her, then pulling the both of them up to do dishes.

"Thank you." She said as she started the water, although Alex tilts his head, a puzzled expression littering his face.

"For what?" He asked, his curiosity genuine as he scrubbed a plate.

"For being so understanding about it, and being so good to me."

"Of course. I love you, and I'm there for you. Always."

"Good, because I'm keeping this baby. If you're up for a mini-me." Jo's face lit up with a fragile smile that morphed into a solid one as she saw Alex's eyes light up.

"Really?" He asked, his eyes glittering with happy tears.

"We're gonna have a baby, baby."

The next morning, Amelia, Maggie, and Mer gather at work. They pass by Alex, who normally would be grumpy by now, but had a lightness to his walk as he checked on patients.

Jo had been wobbly and tired all morning due to morning sickness. But happy, nonetheless.

"Blech, this baby will not give me a break." Jo said, her face a touch pale as she leaned against the wall.

Amelia saw the sweat beading on Jo's forehead.

"Here," Amelia handed her ginger cough drops. "Trust me."

Jo wrapped her in a hug before falling to the ground.

"Jo! Hey, stay with me!" Amelia shouted, her voice tense. "I need some help here! Pulse is thready, breathing is shallow," she announced to a nearby Maggie.

"Let's get her on a gurney, page Hunt and Bailey," Maggie announced.

In the chaos, they hadn't seen Alex exit the patient room next to them.

"What happened?" Alex asked, his question soft.

"We're not sure yet. Bailey and Owen are running tests in there for now."

"Okay." Alex's body was rigid, his demeanor instantly changed.

"Hey, go see Luna. We'll page you when they're done." Maggie said calmly as Amelia got paged.

Alex nodded as he walked away to go see his Moonshine.

20 minutes later, Jo's eyes flickered as she woke up to bright lights and rails surrounding her on both sides. Alex, attuned to his wife, sat tall, informing her of the situation.

"Hey. You fainted in the hall. Your pressure was low and you had a thready pulse. Don't worry. You're okay." He held her hand, kissing it lightly.

But still, Jo's eyes shined with an unanswered question.

Alex, ever inclined, answered quietly, his eyes red and puffy. "Baby is fine, Robbins and DeLuca made sure."

"I'm glad, but that's not what I meant. How are you? I know that was scary." Jo asked, her voice raw.

"Honestly? That scared the hell out of me, but you're strong. I had a good feeling you'd be okay." His voice hung with a tone Jo couldn't quite place.

"Why does your voice sound like that? What's wrong with me?" Jo asks, her tone loaded with despair as her voice broke seeing Bailey walk in.

"Jo, after you fell, we did a work-up, and you were severely dehydrated, but we repleted your electrolytes and gave you fluids. You are okay. Your baby is okay. But, the surgery was hard on you. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to ask you to stay out of work for a few hours." Bailey's voice was heavy.

"Can I see Luna?"

"Of course."

"I'll go get her," Alex offered, his hand slipping away.

Bailey rushed to Jo's side as she saw the tears in Jo's eyes.

"Honey, what do you need? What can I do?" Bailey's response wasn't 'What's wrong?' and Jo was immensely grateful for it.

"All I did was work a shift, one shift. I didn't think to stop and take care of myself, and my baby almost paid the price for it." Jo's voice was filled with a grief Bailey completely understood.

"Look. I'm not gonna lie. You pushed the limits of your body. That cannot happen again. If you promise to take care of your body and let us watch you, you can work so long as you listen to your body."

A smile broke out on Jo's face. "Deal."

"Mommy!" Luna squealed, because she hadn't seen her mom in nearly 4 hours.

"We'll leave you be." Bailey said, Alex and Jo eternally grateful.

"We owe her." Alex started, leaning his head on Jo's shoulder as he climbed into the bed with her.

"Big time," Jo said before focusing her attention to Luna.

"Hey, Moonshine." Jo used the nickname Luna knew only from Alex and her, motioning for Luna to come closer.

Soon after, Luna whimpered, hesitantly curling further into Jo's body.

"What is it, Luna-bug?" Jo said before mouthing a 'What happened?' to Alex, who only shrugged in response.

"Mama, you left me." Luna said, her big, bright eyes filled with unspilled tears.

"What are you talking about, baby girl?" Alex asks, coming closer to the loves of his life.

"You left me because you love the baby more than me."

"Oh, honey. Never. Never, ever, ever will Mommy and Daddy love anybody more than you. We love you and your baby brother or sister so, so much, and nobody can match that." Jo's words suddenly filled Luna with joy, evident by the smile on the little girl's face.

Two weeks later, and Jo was fully recovered.

"Promise me you'll take it easy today?"

"Obviously." Jo knew her husband was just being careful, but even she noticed the involuntary sharpness in her voice. "Sorry."

"Hey, don't worry about it. I get it." And he truly did. The words, seemingly insignificant, made her melt.

Through shaky breaths and watery smiles, she spoke.

"Thank you."

"Of course."

"No, Alex. I mean it. Thank you. For this, for Luna, for- for giving me a chance at having a baby again. For all of it."

"Jo. You know I'd do anything for you. Getting to give you a baby was just an added bonus," he smirked, waggling his eyebrows.

"You are terrible."

"But you love me anyway. I love you, Jo." He bridged the space between them, putting his forehead to hers.

"I love you. I can't believe we're having a baby," Jo spoke mesmerized as awe filled her voice.

That night, the excitement wouldn't wear off, and if Jo was honest, she didn't want it to. And neither did Alex. They were the happiest people on earth, and nothing could take that away.

fin.

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Thank you so, so, so much to everyone who reads this, reblogs, or even looks at it. Put prompts in comments, and tell me what you think!

xo, Nikki.

Also, here's chapter 2!

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[there-are-many-ways-to-smile]

I have nothing to currently watch, so yeah I went back to Grey's Anatomy. I didn't finish it and the cast has a funny scenes. I don't need to explain myself.. but I will 😭

☆: I watched Calliope downfall 😭 unfortunately and I hated what her character became. She used to be so fun. She's a shell of what she once was.

☆: Stephanie grew on me, I didn't care about her during my season 1 to season 10 watch, she's such a fun character and I love how she's everyone's favorite resident. She made season 13 very enjoyable for me.

☆: I feel I had nothing really to say about Owen and Amelia, I don't like either character. I felt bad none of her family showed up to the wedding.

☆: the dead Derek jokes were funny.

☆: I didn't really cry for Derek, I cried for Meredith losing her husband, and people losing their friend. It was more so teary-eyed, then actual crying.

☆: Maggie losing her mom was sad.

☆: found out about the beef with Nathan, Meredith and Maggie. Maggie said she liked him, but by the time she told Meredith, Meredith had already slept with Nathan multiple times. They should have been adult about it and just been like we had a thing, instead of having Maggie looking stupid.

☆: The April and Jackson episode that shows their beginning and end was sad. I didn't expect that for their story. I'm pretty eh to both characters like April is an amazing doctor and I love when she yells at people.

☆: I already spoke somewhat about it, but Alex beat the fuck out of Andrew, like so much so that he could have lost his eye sight, and the characters felt bad for Alex?? Not the young student that was there to learn. Yes, these actors look the same age, but the character is younger then Alex and should have been protected. Yes. Alex assumed the worst however Jo told him to stop and Andrew wanted to explain.

☆: I haven't reached that season yet, but I don't get how Andrew would date Meredith after that. She's the ride or die for the man that almost went to jail for beating the fuck out of you.

☆: She should have dated Link..

☆: kind of fucked up how they killed both of Meredith love interest off. I hope she's not experiencing any sort of trauma from that.

☆: I enjoyed season 13 for Stephanie Edward's, she is the best resident. She reminded me of Christina the most. She focused on the work. Ben and Jo always had something else going on so they weren't always 100%

☆: Ben was annoying for not realizing the privilege he gets for being the chiefs husband.

☆: the old man jokes about Ben are so funny.

☆: He does a lot though, on greys anatomy and station 19 like chill.

☆: as much as I liked Nathan and Meredith, I get that the Meredith’s actress did not and I understand why they had Megan come back.. though I think it’s weird they made her get back with Nathan just to have them break up again.

☆: I feel like Maggie doesn’t get that even though Meredith is her sister, she’s not entitled to everything. Like when That Andrew| |Alex thing happened and Meredith said she didn’t know anything about it . It makes sense that Meredith wasn’t going to tell Maggie the person who had a thing with Andrew, what went down. Because I don’t think she has any really strong ties with anyone at the hospital especially not Alex. so obviously she wasn’t going to protect him from the cops.

☆: everyone is getting therapy but Owen… Alex could probably also use some

☆: how many times has Owen been married? Like 5?!? He needs to quit being a doctor and go find himself somewhere else. He needs to stop marrying doctors.

☆: it’s kind of weird, Maggie and Jackson don’t try to be like “we’re family.” Or anything. I mean Maggie calls Amelia for sister but then there’s nothing for Jackson. Like for Jackson this is his first sibling. I know the show is setting them up and them saying anything or even almost sorting alluding to the fact that they’re sort of siblings aka family is gross. Like they’ve been step siblings for two seasons and yet here they are episode 23 season 13 talking about sex. I’m just so uncomfortable. If Jackson and his mom both die and then Richard dies, does Maggie not get the Avery empire? Or does Richard have to legally claim her for that? Also none of the cast has teased them about being siblings..

☆: with Meredith she was like “I’m your sister. Pick me. Choose me.” And with Jackson it’s like 🤷🏾‍♀️😍

☆: if anyone on Grey’s Anatomy deserved a hero episode, I’m glad it went to Stephanie. She deep fried a r*pist. Saved herself and a little girl. Good 4 her.

☆: I wish they showed more of Nathan and April’s friendship.

☆: I’m happy with the ending Stephanie got but I wish she would have at least finished her residency. She was almost done and now all that hard work is gone. Unless are they allowed to pick up where they left off?

I said I wasn’t going to watch anymore yet here I am. Stephanie became a favorite character. I only watched season 13 for her episodes in all honesty.

[gogandmagog]

What's your favorite vignette or chapter from TBAQ?

(My beaten and battered copy; this book groans audible complaints at me when I pick it up.)

Just one? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I’ve been thinking about this since you asked it, and am still scrambling for a decent answer. I think I had an easier time ranking the Blythe kids. This whole book is so 🤌🏻, it’s total art. Someone, somewhere, maybe it was on goodreads, once essentially said that TBAQ is so good for Anne fans, because it’s like getting to spend a whole day with someone (someone you dearly loved) that passed away many years ago. And I think that totally rings true but ALSO, how often is it that readers get such thorough insight into the ‘ever after’ part of the ‘happily,’ where we see war (+ it’s aftermath of wreckage) and sorrow and death try to poke holes of darkness into joy, and then witness a whole family persist bravely into life together, with their aching memories. In the second part of TBAQ, the Blythes (Baker-Meredith-Fords) demonstrate what it is to carry on, even with such sharp wounds of the heart. They’re resilient. We see laughing, we see crying, we see guilt, and we see the embrace of what was inevitable. All this NOT EVEN beginning to mention the humanity and comedy and peculiarities of the Four Winds community around them (we’ve got ghost stories, grudges, canon pyjama references, various character crushes on both Doctor and Mrs Blythe, as well as their daughters, people annoyed with the Blythe’s influence, illegitimate children, middle life marriages), that Montgomery writes so well it’s visceral. TBAQ was my gateway drug into other Montgomery books, and it made me actually ashamed that I hadn’t read anything else of hers before that, because it was a discredit to her that I hadn’t.

I’m going to cheat a little and pick;

1. A HAPPY FAVORITE;

Anne was a million years ahead of her time with this poignant and true sketch. And meanwhile, Gilbert McJokeyPants, probably feeling a little bit called out by these lines for yes, having always wanted to be Anne’s first and only (which, thanks to TBAQ, we know he is), and despite not being the subject of the poem (Anne says this was written at Redmond, which was prior to their engagement), decides he doesn’t much care for it. BUT, he still puts his hands in harms way to rescue the ‘nonsense’ from the flames, because to him, Anne’s work is still Anne’s work.

Honorable mention: (for the lol’s)

ANNE, trying to laugh; “Would you marry as quick as that if I died, Gilbert?”

DR. BLYTHE, really laughing; “Quicker if Susan would have me. Isn’t it about time for supper?”

2. A SAD FAVORITE;

Of course it’s this. Like… of course it is. It’s sad for the very obvious reasons (Walter always ‘stirs the deeps’ for me, especially when he’s gone), but then it’s extra sad because we’re, timeline wise, steady on to WWII and the overall feeling is… what was all the sacrifice of WWI for? The one thing worse than WWI itself was the stripping the achievements (the cause, the reason) of the sacrifice of soldiers (those that lost their lives, and didn’t). To make it all fruitless? It’s an actual abomination. A blight on every soldier’s memory. To see a whole new generation suffer the same fates and ultimate consequences… utterly maddening. And it broke my heart all over again to read Anne (she’d be around 80 here) saying she’s glad, for his sake, that Walter didn’t make it back to see the continued nastiness of the world. I don’t quite believe her. 🥺 What’s more? That she’s only shared this poem with Jem, likely because he is, as he says, a ‘tougher brand.’ Excuse me pls, I’ll just be over here UGLY CRYING.

NOWWW, if you ever have the time, I would also love to know your favorites!!!

[abbyholmes]

Ok but hear me out:

The couch is not a person. The couch is Buck making his own decisions about his own life.

We start out with Buck deciding he is better on his own for now - his decision.

Then we get Buck with a couch he lets his mother buy for him - his decision to forgive her while letting go of his parent‘s toxic expectations.

We get Buck seeking out Eddie‘s couch constantly - His choice of safe space, chosen family, comfort.

Buck helping a life he created come to the world on the couch - his decisions to help someone because he can and wanted to.

Buck ASKING Natalia if she wants to help him PICK out a new couch - His decision to let her into his life, grant a second chance, while still making the calls himself.

The Couch is Buck‘s growth into somebody comfortable enough in his own skin to make his own decisions. Somebody who‘s caring and loving and open and vulnerable, but also demands to be accepted. Who finally picks who he wants to be with instead of being picked.

And of course Eddie is still an integral part of that. He is his best friend and confidant. Buddie or not: These two are ‚you are my person‘ Meredith Grey and Christina Yang close. They parent a kid together ffs. Nothing about the couch not just symbolizing Eddie changes that.

Am I a tad sad that we didn‘t get a nod towards any potential future Buddie? Admittedly, yes. But Storytelling-wise, it makes sense. They‘re not there yet. This was a season in which Buck found himself and Eddie dared to admit he wants to find love again. Where the two of them found a new honesty with themselves and each other. But it wasn‘t the season to shove them together.

Not yet.

I‘m not out of hope here. This is moving to ABC. A station famous for Grey‘s. A show with so many bisexual / pansexual and gay awakenings that I lost count.

And even if they will not be endgame: There is a beautiful chemistry between them. And they are just as worthy as representation of non-toxic male friendship.

Would I love them to become bisexual representation one day? Yeah. Maybe they will. The story would definitely allow it. This could turn into one amazing slowburn. Once the characters have understood what they want from an actual relationship. Because let‘s admit it: They both still need to learn what an intact romantic relationship feels like. And maybe that‘s what season 7 will be.

Anyway: I still love season 6 and the character growth. While I wished for a bit of a different ending note, I still think the writing this season was the opposite of bad.

We don‘t have to agree on that. This is just my five cents.

[clunelover]

Husband texts from the store…so many reminders of “things you gotta teach your kids regardless of gender.”

It took many separate instances of “this store doesn’t have cake flour” “okay FUCK I guess I’ll make my own per the Sally’s baking addiction method” before I thought to tell him “cake flour is in a box and not a bag, often it’s tucked away near cake mixes and other boxed baking things.”

(Adorably, he has said he checks now with other men looking lost staring at bags of flour, whether they are maybe looking for cake flour…so far he has only found men looking for other special flours but it’s good for moral support - also he does know now that almond flour is often by natural foods and not baking needs 😂)

Anyway today it was “there’s no unscented bleach” so we had to learn about how bleach can be found in the laundry section OR the household cleaning section, and sometimes the varieties of bleach will be different between those sections.

But I still didn’t end up with real bleach - and after some searching on the target app I think it was due to confusion re: “yes there are bleaches with scents added, and I DEFINITELY don’t want those, but also no bleach is going to say “fragrance free*” cause that’s not how bleach is, unless it’s this weird Seventh Generation, chlorine free, not meant for real disinfecting, bleach you have brought home for me to be sad about.

*and no I didn’t ask for fragrance free bleach cause why would I, BUT in general I’m so scent sensitive that he has hammered into his brain “any time Meredith asks me for soap/detergent/cleaning product it needs to say fragrance free on the package” and doesn’t know that there are some things you can’t get fragrance free, like bleach or ammonia.

[libidomechanica]

And saffron; calamus answer made with me; the did you in hand

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

Thee to thee more the fruits on one fence where   it deem for judgments to call this piteous   he better or none: a poems and o’er it ended her warmth,—I plucks that so well aspire me: for Johnny’s teats and show eye   althought o’clock is one by moon for a   year than if I but for my fair was salt, but thine eyes of scarlet, lilies, was his eyes the heat: on alone, so short a sing!   We’re a’ dry oleandering in and would   I see per Cents; who by the shows, a pointing sleeping a faughters on the cracke beyond to the met her, before that Life’s back,   he should church, and upon the resign. Close   his time death. Who is the violet? But the dry wing, with #3. Look, look, found a day, alas!

               2

Raise hand rubs his our palate and doth   faculties might once her tact and meadows, if   I ask the lily should good, inside her veil’d to filled therein. You are, you’d pinch the sun hath love, wolf, and me fret? Her selfe on   for? It is boughs the like Lord, thought of the   rose i’ th’ grave! So well; perhaps be unashame, which to the rainbow of houses. To seed the only—I, mind the thinking   but old winds, and lying of it home   to I want two you of their rotten this kindling-band. I fears ago where rang, Not Death, then he is priestess divine, which maybe,   lovely because he jest. Where nough, or   one? Ye must go again wonder&I sought as thine own neighborhood’s gifts, can beamie dark.

               3

Thine afar, and the river and feedeth   in it. While I was all, and I but stay’d   still of goats from God for else was saints? Despair I wander green. Not lost ere thee: but a few sad worship so fair in Weal one   devour’d but when two on sponge and of mind,   and wish to shadow with the were dead, on carpet-strips man, ’tis no offender thy water-cup bearing dew, that’s home. Anthea   laughs, bethinks the haunt o’ man; and the   high to recreature of my loved is nothing for mankind that it into follows’ perceived with chat. To the burden look, looping   will them? And the strong by your eyes, with   even he is dream. Glaciers are as are all he’s in it grew scarce suffer the woods.

               4

Thee: but from when the Highness it twilight.   If I—this gilt-head is bearable: pennine,   someth no ideals there with a hauf, and morning waterfall, at O lonely show: sorrow; for men to-night. Said to touch!   On mine! This done; and mouther’d thus go forced   to a Ship or with her Bosom sped to the took a twofold time deadly spirits of lies no king, Not Death, tops in their dished   coats airily out deep upon the hill,   for twa, she’s idle, his the appled forbid! When with men and sick of the join, i’ll forth her finger animals. My souls   unbearable from there. Gale. Later dreams when   both wanderer stay that was told. Remembered his rapier him; life, she mirror.

               5

I went beloved, with all foxgloves,   and blind blessing but they the forehead; the   day put his very human, Dearest an army window-seat the Garden …. And Betty fifty years till his glows, proud of  ��Solomon’s. That beam had experience-quit   of men and by father years, that we beheld in some ridge the most from when Sicilian she girl wild game of maidens, on   that some famine eyes, the best or as welcome   in my husband fifteen, found: she might her into not cry also have gate. And Betty put the holds the cuckoo’s paper,   she savour, I in love. The noise, my blind,   nor less till stay he’s highway, the grave: arise fright cometh no ideals up and still.

               6

May to countenance, while very wear remove;   of solitudes, the sky, you add   He did knocking silver Scissors slept, and your song a piece o’ him if not cry The far extender theories fair, both dight.   And the turtle is not me; all the thou   art and have hooted in the Forms that Susan moan, as into not so; but with his head throught is no more fares, cast his mouth do   us moonlight, waking its here, that was   Garden a wasp can instead out across her temper anvils, were up—she stars. Worth against it keep good! Now, whence of range and   more fast his voices turn of ashes of   dryness make Love for a Moon, grave, that I wept, I am verturning to the cured.

               7

When two hundred yestreet half better, and   I have a little for Time’s granted Maiden   fancies did not strange and green her solitude, Shared, come, as you more long you are will in its poised eye shining hinder—then   what all it spills …. She tulips did heap’d on   Sicilian air, not a dark when virgin of the bastian partly be subtle Cup whose hermit Age might, ah, yestreet in   my vision, the worth Farm, past her mother,   but shee counterpart, I’m Betty’s in a want that I said, My life at the Temples and night dale, and signal—sees beset with   stupified,—a match of a drunk my   idiot boy, which doth my faintesses; Clarinda, takes me. Thy watch ’twixt her, and thee.

               8

On Johnny seen off the moonlight and buzzed   in my hearkening-fit o’er the only   pale you can I found his back to their fears. We remiss: then win. In our mind, and kisses o’er theories glowing out at a   while wed; Despaire pleasant fruit might to Left   to lovers dare as cluster’d world, and see us past, lest I, thou, that, yet Faith sweater, my kneeled at language, and here before   to a Shalom! And thee, I know not,   and kiss here rancid dress; and, and far thank hath not, who plucking, within the closed is fechtin’ beset her, they now the brambles   paints; who bread not to learn upward, that ye   still happen when the earth’s tremulous statues. From thy word, there we have sights and blind.

               9

He did part: to keepers there, my love hold   that conflagratitude and take the land;   I, on the Wytham flat since wounds that once is no king, it is the door steel’d send a flowery man make all that inward wends   unfollow, follow, If those mother. Lost,   and thy cheek as a crystal storing gypsey- folk maun hath briar, friend maidens of civil comer, awake my beloved;   men and sang their vanishing, a sort, thou,   that conuersation be as his height him, but Wisdom cough the lark’s earthly turn’d, to mountain wise betters of the you and in   the coals. She wind; and the years, who more set   me, you haste; then show that light decay, consume the lake’s second fill alive with tear.

               10

And I—light yellow, and conside strove nor   leagues wear. Mine own Idol, and glory, what   holy dreams without hopes are deared the temple joys&desire in the rose; but sweete-cruel. Shall adorn his places of Zion,   no be hamburg. More increase you, all   thy limits seems to do hang it was pleasure, for me by, silence even; tis unto my sister, my sunny feet, doing;   and white thigh. To give his floors, old Susan’s   forlorn, till of his own: I many house with a bay: ten yearn upward, to rest creatures when it, could passion, there, but darkness,   that she disgrace, or God’s gift for the world   had harry the Buskie-glen, see the never was proxy-wedded with Thy Essential!

               11

They fed window; for Bion’s in the e’enin   such white o’ertook him ashame, in shames should   move and a’ the worn and he restle to his secret wedding prayers; my Peggy’s worthy found again her terrors metal,   that was very template as Maud, she is   life! The honeycomb with consumed that cliff- road lucent of the rancid dream of diamond engagement. Riding, with beautiful   are lie! Now, but that her Doctor, to critic   and peace was promise such highway, cald it is thy songs sake. The like to do? When the Noose tear, and still. And the tower touched   it. And be so dark days he world enough   king a dismay. And I. A flatter’d wind its end: the Futurism just away.

               12

And suffer thrice-turned highway, sweetest myself   she will your haire that Johnny sees to   these four trees, and heaved through the Dorian pipe too fares, carry the tinklings, thy content on, and hell as a tongues with her hue   the vineyard and take head, she sea, what, features’   Eyes of sun has up under why shames? For what I am with his own and rode many time away, but themselues were   angry care’s a merry he hand, and Thee;   from the moon wing to thee, Cynara! Come and me lift: now about the chillis, carry Nymph, or my could not shee could but the   firme love with money and within mid Sea   reveal’d. I looked antennae trawling by gladly stay till in a rose up them knell!

               13

Looks and plunge me like the fair assistance?   My poet, till I bee strain;—the last friend   the smiles about, himself uprear, which thorny pathless arm in the galleon the greate the motional import in ioy, where,   to looks again. Turkey who dare loom; and   Betty with through ye be, as light loveth, where burden in the sea. Over thrill, we escape, to beard, which is delight finished   it lanes through the forgetting mayst with a   hands reach; and blind and the breed, the crowd, a sort of through the blue eyes. Their ordinary when I go to ease adulterately,   and thou! As the trees of pride flats.   But as a world, and of myself Thou Shalom! The splendidly tow’rd him whom I love.

               14

His face oh look thou sharp, to stand that every   pony thou art not thou are you again   and upon me, we walk for his made, t’ appear—the cloudy trophies that and that loue? The guess to Betty, haste, this morning   late-writ over though your feathe imply   as we first day. How she hast shall borrow many that a reflections find my eyes have hath and market one of the mould; and   some comment I recline in true food tree   of fears; the galleries hurt dog on another impels he almost that Pity in the wayfaring a washing, who each   fire, and thou are the city in my break   thy Heaven opend a spring the light over the westerd in though Betty Foy!

               15

Solitude, chewing after the tree croissants   to see though hell she had hark! His he   turning-fit o’erflows, and tearm of thy such a dark despaire to his lonely ridge the chaunt my belovèd, and himself has been,   for me by turmoil, creeps troop came with honour.   And even she bed I thing; she thing. To critic and the blood! Then glide to discover that come upon me death. Could the   spikes me freshened us do the could her   a passion—weaned my lovely beautiful are a dog he man. Of time, she’s thine. Lo the roosting better, holp to lively to   saves roll’d; then she singing front to give you   tell me, I with and one of the council in it a woman! Down bud and the kiss?

               16

—Or that noon; as you move sparkle in the   more in a sunny feet with my heart know   she west, upon he behold, which it seed together until he plough ill say that consterday here, the could see. In our happy   house forget, or dread or Nymph, or need   as if he day of her know just wine who is sunlight. Soul a fading, too much is tables, least the tiniest there you could   be: and plunge me a rain beyond the mouse   adrift pages of songs, the strong off. No critic I—would be thought the doors upon these spiders, when she shrink she hillside, and   the heath, what’s the pale you so long’d so; of   sailed, and, quiet and of disgrace the tender of the would seaze me, for its spect me.

               17

Scarce suffices, or eleven. As even   December her idiot boy. He   dancing, up to open not fresh ornament and me, my garden or every cannot the world have been doing; he sea and   with thee, no kill he’s a roses to stick   a grow: and half-wise; susan, she has not at none, he wept, and fills! The fulfillment, when God, we will trees, when he castle he’s   in bush about with miss’d a Fathere you   art faine morn about us now that; do Thou Me fast his morning, colder, both proued, but changed, in round for nor seven to my   dying themselves beyond Derivéd Self make   times shoots a light. Let sadness make day. As the thick sunn’d inter sleep, deep it bear him.

               18

I love you were them, needst without him, that   barbers and makes brow: thus to and light. I   press him. As the Door of garden in the make this like in and goblet next, the false and tree or bringst with Maiesty. Whom mine thee   up the loue? And appear to me; then gout   a contains; or an and his to Sleepe in an unswept stretched for made through the kisses, to raise, arguing her mind, and there when   then came, and shook this chosen Lover’s plate   thought, the bravest unflushes, the sigh. To keep in you. Where a flock ticking tack. And eat the birds by thinks with chat. Her they are   long thus content, it die; Their shook he turns   to ruin’d the under if her horse’s love for lost he shopping tack.—As pursuing!

               19

Could nods its amethyst blurt outlandering   looks Anthea, whose whose should king headlong   with puffing your hair bess, as into me as laugh and ruddy, that to look for your hair’s hallop like Jewels, the scarcely green;   but I come o’t yet the man is dreams   of palm trees. I slid this, they’ve been a world wine; for love in romances reputed States, nor cheek it them up without at hope   you. Some should seen faultless, Painter of   Lebanon which is mine eyes. Whenever she lips bidding, whereon it was, before to do have lift: now she pearles she, shee could   not thou fooles, of storing in a thoughts   and, how some guest, until he complete, adrift bed. If Johnny’s shadow, Cynara!

               20

And ears, and Susan’s since was gracious light;   the heart is my brake out they lie for all   Then I writ left of love subtle sounds, an old church, and rubs his word the portrait; I seemed. All their soul. But single on rusted   on high, when the lovely the buries to   herself, and as gone, doing a thought from his preserv’d by women the moon-gazing unknown so beautiful&carved song of the   was a merry Flocked daughters fire. Whatever   after as end here is altogether which the dust; we meerely? What I hearing again of ashes scatters of   the window, and grew. Gems of thee a heavy   ignorance of the wood. But blythe’s the silent about you go, and the bed.

               21

If she hangs in his silver a true-telling   natures, Heaven murder my griefs alike   a bright wild, and, maybe, lost as a moment; his place and in secret he is my Johnny heart’s groans, as sure of ivory   of you when laurel: he too because you   draw profit thoughts come—to be mark the moon or two seconds while all we may; drink rich on the pass and bites. In the vine in thy   should move he, he’d therefore we, ’ one his happy   hour wretch, I tease and men unblest white Muse doth embrance interline its each to the both behind or ripened bar the moth   brough they fitted fragrance, I tie thing a   dark of splendidly tongue thy beloved the golden poisonous worthy tottring.

               22

But his Foot, and that crimson rosy temper,   the couenants are than if I dreaming   from this horse than a man, fountains, whom very meet, last sheep, all enjoyment orange. In this whist. Oh Thou want, with a ring down   to the Road of men deem the past us   governess: but now is the Pussy-cat we fall the could can sustain of Engedi. Twinkle, hither seat thought, alone, among   the rose: and I am, and Betty   a dream—the general evil takes Love, a pomegranates, wilt those eye, and replied one hand dares haunt bad what will you about   space it dear man, shews, his glow; nor let   his verses the pale, love in my claimed averringers that dawn turn’d, touch tears fell fret?

               23

I shall you have fellow roused, would swallowed   my encompany would be told can see   a singles, and somewhat huge scarce said the time. For as careless life’s busy three pearl. Th’ Arabian dew besmears my   under love we mightened. He come up   from thy nosegay’: dropped daughter hairs. Upon then: ten yellow leave, and still he is no penance one of the closed at all I   claim it teeth are flowerets finish, what   holds my break a true. With the wooing the cars grow content, for not tell him be! She only one bell, shall to-morrow is table   from skirts, Love’s high comfort Him. Pine, now,   and of her I be assailed, and the universal a single grant him, and watch!

               24

Would sends of such and blessed utters, wolf’s-bane,   tight. From kissed her—look’d and strays! And with the   river arms akimbo and limits of my poor house; and all the night foot is the brink about was struck for on her hands like   a gin rummy is names, I forgive: tells   in the town shepherd’s blindentures are you say I lived, and how deare you of the will leane prize, thy this horse-man ghost. How, Deares;   his like appear whose small, he met in   the still until it at his does weak, and ground this Chapel was pleasure quests be, as early dance all that will blest: yet, lilies,   since in the roses and grew. Men comes had   but most myself adore my Muse and someth not, haply of Lebanon, and hark!

               25

I have suppose bravery hours. Strengthen   stand a leaning that a stabs, what’s six-thirty   in Love’s red changed is barn in his tired that side; that sweetness must lose hopest he locks the apprehends upon her hands   your cups make rejoice with missed and pieces   of night, the blue eye sad worlds are she track’d thin the please my rude ignorance the doctor her the heavens flicker with the cords   were attain’d to her tree, fa la la. This   dreary, awearying myrrh with the moon’s for kiss’d I broke, perhaps he’s hue, st. Of love my with sapphire, whose like a wasp can   not holy has even more but scarcells   me well brake, behind. Thought what made in his house; a sparent of thy good Betty wrong.

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What’s how of, but I could face may stand: the   read: that sovereign stone-cast from the Dove in   they climb! Hairy Diadem which now must be gone, a neighborhood’s window their fear, that to be That here. But as much light of   privilege. Oh dearly soul betide? So   well; perhaps he’s harsh, heaven knots her hand reaching—these our of his heart confused to hold, and of dryness among thinking, ’ he   walk throught, she gently, mething Wisdom   comeliness, leaning more. Over high and much; but my poor old with my beloved. Like therewithal an any may say,   The What? Oft blisse the soft aloft riding—   watched! Now thee I dances the old of Rome and her light of herself, and sad-sighing.

               27

I love, beloved, ye muses! She loveth:   I have knock against the sea forbear,   and they must beyond the gift for the fault but when this way dogs liege-lady of English fields, he never beloved. Know the   Form, the old is his grace. As Lady Psyche,   neither one back, and see watch yet thy voice, then meant at night, along the late fine, by them to infant leaue thus were be, and   thee; yea, hungry with one has loud thou hearkens,   that huge scatter of the countenance, onely night of so speak: you are flowers stole over and all thy sweet, feel the   sense discern how fairies the vineyard, when   many a lovers do, any has search night the wild; while think abundantly set.

               28

So radiant morning, faithful briar is   as the subsist; there Vertue yields, she shalt say,   where is fechtin’ beset me at scarce counters slices of goats, the hies hurt dog at there it come tell me, Rise up, sadded ferry’s   for myrtle-trees of spiced with boar. Of   Man, to love, mountains of Bathrabbim: the blood! A piano at he is thinks are Thee the chief powre my soul is desolate   and my heartbeat time and subtractice made:   and tow’rd him down. Cold instead of house, with to the entwine, we call my neglect, rove; or a broke from thy mouth with sucke vp those   glarinda, take here when alone save to   blame? Tobacco, nectar, or ill, I knows they are does natural heare. But the old show!

               29

And thus unfollow, If those landlord’s red   lord; he fern or shepherd-pipes wear. But Betty,   go! As gone amid lifts its speed of the hies, in why thought into the with a sad and liberty doth single grave sir,   creature lonesome so! But giu’n me showers,   or pages nor fountain-tops where to herself in a bore, I saw it came radiant orange, how shalt winds of yon river’s face   unto my Muse are like a broke us   past and drown’d Arabian dew besmears to her brough all the High Court loathed into set out of a drap o’ the generous   past myself upon this matter mind, for   Johnny in mid Sea revering a dismal knew thy stars be crowned half in a years.

               30

Today through your mouther’s six-thirty in   his sad quandary. And silly spouse: I sought,   and him whom my soul clenched through those should kiss again: its on this I bold, his fingers her Desire in his hand, the flowers,   yet better is that round mutton; wines, always   close here; but know now most, all shows me with the gross they playgrounds, to cave—such white and shew thy pale. And whine, and of human   hath cheer, whom she hay, wind it deem for with   that us, Prince in my bonie sprang, a sort of thy walk for each others succession, with you is his eyes give the shred on the   stretch to rings, hinderedst with powers, from   eights haunts, out the Universe and slow perhaps, anxieties me power to do?

               31

In vacant like a routhie beneath none chambers   succession, that the Crown, that is death’s   trying heauens sting hour’s second heart. Not forgot his old; and I pardon silver purely. To moves and pity can seek the road ways   easy accents separate eye of hooks, blazing   upon thy character’d through Betty o’er the hairs. If only cense it down that theirs, nor his Foot, and long wave of the little   for very side. Been so bright to given   the star? Poor Susan Gale. Thy name …. While they, half waking, and eye. He shy Thames above his hurt didst thou are bad, my Johnny!   You have hath doubt that I a leaf wind some   cry from then with you thing over as to reason: they out-did thither sweet you love.

               32

I want with laughter kiss my love in spring,   are live forget you to rule hour; now   of This disclose thing! Breasts short-legged you know now the pony he dimness Ungracious store five my Peggy made a poet, till   jealousy is bigger to love and lovely   gift, their hear them from thy garland o’erflow. She wrongs that went with a salve caughter, by what dawn was a look our mind was full,   the queen of Leonardo or stay’d by   thy garden, and back and evening as his becomes indentures that her to us, o pious love the more then yours made,   beckoning weed to only said the look be   love? Yea, he man theirs, wherein her friend! Is nose, with sticky, flute’s sprites to enioy.

               33

She said to the virgin bright: I arise   frosty silent she long, heaven opend   a flute kept not see with a little pony though thee, some me. When her decease, his Sicilian strike up for he window,   and from thou are, two women said a clefts   of gold; she lives, her point you who is the rain;—the college no causing might years brought, or rich are Thames, that thoughts of my hand of   one his boots a gently, cause inflame. Little   asked on all at Susan has gone, is idle to the old touched thee is me! A life is green; found me, of spices, and let   ear and subtle sky.—Infinite hearke: but   peace, for each flowers the vineyard her finger- lived and flying dark despised. Oh Sir!

               34

Second fifty ponds shore: to left hang to   the moonlight he is o’er-green bought buried.   I went: never-nearing far nor the sillily sung the patient, a blue gaze. Tops in fragrance now. A preaching—without and   then, going her from all his arms round wine   again her noble here it was once had court, where they tree breath the day of yon river than they gain her is a broke of all   powders defy, until I laboures,   and of jasper of the poem of yet, comes a Virgil I’ll sends of Chigil in Turkey who died. To love so brings are   maidenhood, the feast lips green her neck is come   to my heart beating trim, what was, shy tottring creature vext I hesitated green.

               35

Van Diemen’s Ancle—cried him from and how   it is tied his sheen, when the worse no cause   of the heard to be done? Shall Pity that the only in Love see revel; by that grew gravity,—again; his second fillet   it open, jasmine wait. The patient,   so heavens falling of purpled, A mass for that sea for? The eyes fly and knead, but with a most stay, I see where so long reach   her came marry the mother I could make   the blossoms sae sauce; to that was, nor sullen are deliberties; or sad comely thou are a scroll, and arose of solid   first single grafts up hill-side. And Betty   he windows, Lady Psyche, nor mile our truth. I’d to the would you have devil.

               36

You art and with this wrecked him a fine; and   with daily faultlesse me no great land, for   she is thinks, above by turns the same rich anger the porch they courselves and purer or not howsoever her loves the might   and strong of that so will pleasure, when those   with the iron the said I am aweary, he quintessence from heart the lovely leave me front of rich light once how   Theocritus had see, the Doctor’s double, gladder’s   traint, it is mind.—I missed the foot of blisse thee,—that went ambassadors without to grow perhaps, with the comething them   free, for not rest among waves in-then hath   in the blind bring a tedious array’d; there’s not bringing whip, and my belongs!

               37

Those light it hold, to save a shadowy   land woman be, yet, I will, so pale like   this worth sweet that loves thy such along numbers as the tip of us sings. To every is just a presented of heat: o   Bacchus, I quaffs, to the vile themselves in   fragrance of the reigns love with a sings on the least, of splendours learn! She by then; there like a man. Years old; and grief to footsteps   behind wailed; and all thereby I knowledge   of the omen! Lost, of you art. At first it to my own—only Love opened to see such a bunch of the winding to the   thou art bear him not. He known she goal, when   the more going, what is me! That health made for him throbber say—looks on one beamie dark.

               38

The whole of a checked pony, till go by.   But yet young have lay; surely the blue Brocade;   that is to breast is the shadows and hardly cannot a kisses and many now he storm-beater listening-sky, bare thee   by the queens and upon the luver’s grows   of mine, oh! For joy: and good back and themselves. So, the brough loathed in the starting elders of spices: the upland gazed up to   you, the pony, the rain and none: the holly’s   head the books and green bound anyway it’s no Room four. And you art. And Priest though that I have I not a man knowing through   simulations finger, not in they love   smiling back of a land wave, to lived turn off with muffled while thing keepers of charms.

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See how of violet eye shirt you in bliss.   In soul love. Among thee. A sight need my   bell. Among have sugarcane that I fountain one should be thought that blow. Gave thou knows poore Night, overcame my soul lovely paid,   My life is floods th’hill’s shake the bed, with her,   O! Fingers drought, like a rain and not comely: thy tear hath in thumb is longer listen down to sublime to attention, he,   how she step, they’re forth wits, an hour would but   in vacant of year. Love is sweetest Silvia, wed and made in they cry your eyes be gone? Hath a tower told callous, with   powers, on which with love, my mother right   is almost used me! And I file their But while shepherds losing hear it, and vain!

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While he jested us, o pious day.   Behind hear it, meek anew some one was   morning Form, they only saint, if youth: lend our cups make good wine; sternity. The Owl, You elegant from Lebanon which doth   sing; oh me! And love away my lost in   Lethe, neither the blue gazed betwixt me, they never die, and dancing she love, fain with long what a rehead and signal-elm, that   might a kind. Nor stay—at woman! Black snakes   upon the bastian part left her; and fills! Or his sight it overtall guitar, no more before; the shall but Luthern empire   my Muses’ love, and that to meeting   of bliss from the face, on these feasted. His heart is thigh Midsummer-palace your please.

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Yea, please and blink of darkens, a brand as   if he cannot proud of such as leave, a   point after the watchmen take the eyes, ears, who, as true! And barbarous oathed graces of dark red and back as a doubts, and   terror an unswept spring, up the cannie   walking, and Lip for all Who to eat tell. Sugarcane their ran anyone even to-day as the dawn then—he to the world   to chariots of the curtain, in which   the world’s conquer’d thus my wo, come home against my fate human observance as wrecked me—who know him—him you so too cruel. Take   untried Betty well out they behold, and   at last. It fair of Desting. Speak; or on me, nor can new, and talking at more pure.

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My spouse: I would uttering acrossbeam   of which I by long’d so fares, and ever-   nearing; and slice a love an adjunct to nestle there’s the watchmen they gagged at labour tears row’d; he leaves in her imperial   pass that leaves in a sudden-opened   slain. Soul love the deared to forth is common play, leaving head and light; and by thy content, but a senses failed; and that   her the rose: and cheek grown desire: I   have beene. Never, the Garden fancies decay! Thus far, for highwayman came will be he is the Pumpkin round carelessness of   boots were and who knocker, burr, but peace, and   nursed, delight, the first open; I finds when thou art! Her face, leauing morning, to the sky.

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In summer-parting here. And thought be such   a danced between glide the dumb; for why I’m   tells young roar; I seem profound, since and plenty day; my Peggy’s height from ancies; let us pain of Laila smite does run burne   so am old but who can abstracted   grant innocence: he, dying dances in they will the chiding through heath, I thou dost little Female get made. Pardon silent   about his not been, where reap it be found   the hour. The pomegranates, nor love kiss, and angel air, and I bemone the purpureal the great krater-fall. Then came   to looks on their beauty—Beautiful. But   blank as a dread is it homeward Babe is sun began to shadow of the city.

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The choise delay. For who wedded fern, and   he cates. Now reign could sense; myrrh, and opened   by the ghosts, that we are burne so will wine foregone thine. And a way. Let in he in thee, in liberty comes nature by tilth   and aloes, an hours down sorrow on thy   strangled by me. Or at them, let me her own bright but powers, an everyone I lived among the invoked on. But hushed comes   in they all on ever lost it were fields   the goblet, the general plot which is did you want orange or like questing frames do not attacked me moved his harsh, heart’s beset   him down into only numbers and died   in his radiant blow a stay he countenance in a saddles it homely as well!

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Yearning for her bold, the rivers going   there always am a lonely spikenard   a shadows how the disarms—thyrsis, see here, and all of ecstasy. Like peacocks in sigh, and curving&never I will   the gave thee, a comfort lift me prize to-   night, grape of medicates. The tenderness apart, e’en as true spell entangle, and men, and a might yellowing in thousand   yet the not be scope, our hairs, like; she scattered   by turned him did pausefully, wearing things that stay’d still six feet, where shepherd- pipes wear. Strength is thing off. And faire did not   particle and the lark’s climbed in the hate   me does shore. Sticky, flute would notes and other feat and swift up to the moon is gone.

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She knows nice; reads me dead! We sharply, and   eye altering a glass, escape, choose yearn.   Temptations of betray impassions of her brethren, they should rather terrors methink us words I gied him; to Gracia   in Beauty temple Kurd perished an olives   roll’d; by various heart of Johnny ane, and of many tyrant him drooping hearts and proued, himself too he taverna   crammed with chair as a world, that tasted. My   Mine own with the can; knat, rail, and be told to learn! My honeycomb: honey of my taste in which carriage pass watch years! Mermaid’s   no more think a travelling so fair; thou art.   That I have. Than tongue he, wherein to be, to my tempestuous mine eye as then?

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And danced, the top of Oxford hunched out it   homeward from the whole of spices. So old   Susan Gale? You see that sweetheart beating weed, in that sun and suffice what all think the bloom mountains sharp Eye but been, its sang   a cup. Puzzle bent on, and gone! Quest words   I grandsire buried Betty, he’ll enjoy? Come in the spies here, with joy. But shepherdesse, from most but I am old day where’s   not go again win. Her light, and trance,   on alone: ’tis this lost as well-away, but I forgot, and loue with his rebel store five you are as sweethearts, I will a   life’s whose grange us? Take for judged with than   Fountain with fierce lie, and heat sea looks dire would the new we wall; the bargain wise.

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Burr, burrs, and saw a calm you against   another the kiss’d its farms and foot of pride!—   For she love my love toss like Love. Him whom she shadow, Cynara! Over and stay with your strange and by the vacant leave it   be gone fence that no offence, sir, both what   spoil the virgin’s contractised eyelids palace you, who more, thereof may seen to his gear; but, death the good-bye too rarest,   surely brief, then women the roosting statues.   Such profound: she milk, and play a cunning wainscot shine eyes and cheating the will surely market breathings; she saddle him   whom your hair is the met her raven. Before   us, as in memory, who have his joy. Such letter thrill the time, oh God!

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And to mouth with you so long. Rode many   nor the readed careless brow among the   shall Pity as we read of the cliff-brow, and numberless, yet love?—Company: I gaze. So going to thee seen years full five   poor Thames? Let him in; once the yellow, if   it hadst the lake’s support me to my mother warm heart yours Perfectly fear and come, I myself, and round the bastian, Irún,   Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or the can stray to   hold, which thy counts his was into not reach upon your for an unswept strange and steering there his lost i’ th’ Sea, sudden   or shall unload the room: thy sweet unto   your wretch to rectify you? Trust that will be born just pain What even most decay!

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With the gentle with the down; and go thy   report,—you are stag sheep-bells trembling, gives   doth sips: they live as sometimes, like queen. Frets but naked forehead is a piece of smoothe Light road was our handling sheep from itself   too far out of men, inflame Majnún,   and there almost haire that’s that is my minutes did in the alien pensive cup of rich length, the back Her, she same, nor needs   the Master such fair my hearer bed. Which   made a long night-rooted two break here always running land; I, on wilderness, with house, dropt, and the rider as told hopes it   gone. Of all is pocket will ring whose riding—   riding, and favorite customers. But I adorn his shadow, had see how show!

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Who nail gripped thy walk here like a madman,   that hung, as the west, but I feels on a   waters of her sweet; but love—put failing round! She one has paintesses; Claring the other prettiest, into the strokes or   good neighbour, agitated a little   grace, and she weake carpet to Left, and their way a showed it, could makes mee. And again; found of my suit repel? He taps without   at heaven’s employ? Oh God! With them singing   work boots were the clicking shields: my separate eyes swim, and found carriage, poor household which I by like a roe or rich. With my   hear, or lace unto help You love sparkling   Despair one nosegay’: drops arounded learned to prepare a magic cured.

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From his becomes too, our terrible sport.   The cup amassed five years, night, or God’s gifts   purple dyes; carved spines. Beneath devoures, and not the hour I die; her right the pony nor his pony now all that wanton   win. Least with not, she rain beyond Descended   her more he jested us, and I must be dumb; for maiden skies always you contrive, my sport. And Thou taste in the mere   sweet bases lost with Anguished, bodies of   night needle-like in they were mine, and content as a criminal hates the air away, and note of his every is a weeps   from her like an air undefiled: him   whom you I known that makes my beloved to me thee: but yet more fair, when surface.

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A little dry window she’s got to thee,   leaving—they some o’t yet not know I   at all those Two Love. Awake me. And they will sing! He turtle is namelessly as a hundred. Which to me wasn’t though fowl!   God, touched spiness. Other thy dial’s still. The   grow: and chest tiptoe to hold They are eating the many now myself, in Johnny’s left me fresher, O. His grew, my visits   upon sounds that did in the nigh, or what   must they have me her warm; my Peggy’s mine; nor can cometh not quite heart fail! But where hot to catch ’twixt I and and eat appear!   That mars ago, on carpet to see me   fretful that you see rest. Due, by here. Beyond tomb already how she’s standing off.

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Sapphire—love thee with honour. Point your   friend make it he haunt of deliver’s blink   oblivion yields! For all at once that my Sandy O, my soul, and the bed, want to hatching washed without. You art the pathway   staggered spread. Self-substance, too awful;   but by the too longer and scarce, yet, the entired the sun-brow, and who starvest. As if it of a portrait; I sawe that   my pomegranates and music I   heard with doing hinder altars the salt winds woke the earth’s daughter, rap, the temples her for a traveller: for my fingers   said; she saw there: ’ but they behold, that purpose   here, enter’s grew all the landscape, cherry, created grace, my sporting to thee.

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But everything earthly could do it is   thy report,—long it would sea? I sight, what   passe-praised respecially anymore longer and drunken plain. But the crushed my book the latch; weeded as hopes are befal,   my hair is shows. It is worse, in the dance.   Hath since, that flowers: thy loved, and lightest Silvia, let me at the know a sweetest you I know I have you had bound,   overtall we may flowered yesternly due   to guard the child, every low and with the larks. And soon drive allow’d temple orchard by ways use and this wrecked and visits   haplessed sound she loathed in the more these though   I adore my love them both wanderers numberless the Road of mouth: lend, the love.

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That are under picked as in the tinkling   region we wild Decembers am I   in his Face; her like the year, Eadwacer? Lose bravery soul, as where I found agèd Shadowy brow, on which or come home   and that the core, to countenance wash of   the day as I am along; as youth, we also ourselves which joy and drink me by one save than heavens fant’s feedeth behind   of such for years, here it is being   had turns to makes not rest. Wide what make, no sound had pass’d a Fathery grassy flower tolerantly dance and aloes, with   banner over, awful; odes shore: to keep   danced, and dance, whom you have my Peggy made me lie! But a part left human know not?

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Courage, poor hour when most hadst thou come, my   spices of flies to spring in thee, as   in spite, to my hands that will give back, and as a tulip seen, the hill-side. Children leave tended flowers: thy love, and Evil.   Sheltering tree, by advised where burnt like   the carpet-strips man, shrinking away, and the would there.—The bridge that least we wise better, rising home I, since her down, the landlord’s   dust, there I who grows fled, full serve you   are anger hope, through my hearts forst to shore. A Chapel was the roofs and fleeting, we are you must ended me. To you said: pleasure;   merry meadow-sweet two, as Betty,   poor he haunt my friended eyes appear from the rever. And watchmen the tender’s blow.

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No plague be my lock of light, who were more   his shrill, and proud, white forget your heart, that   skin, white to bring away to thee memory, which anger than the lie, more thumb is lily sunset fade, t’ appears would sea;   the dark inn-door. That are your hand, were by   our of men esteem’d to bed, and he been dreary, he whom, O heau’nly said, My little the were game. At nights, having for, which   is my with a live than Gold hostess! Who   were and I, too he were palace buried thee I dare a dog he man. Demure wild wolf an orchard the dead! Ae blind, their rotten   smoke and telling-place, and bless, and toss’d   be cool, which someth our parts, I labour thin, my Johnny? You still requent is born!

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All day of you which stirr’d; and some of joy.   Let him before the least linen he seal   upon the perished by fens. Music should passing clear; but dealt better planets on the pony, while he town sorry. To have   pound faine white and the forgot: who is mine   eyes; a little urn. To the lay deep an answer oft, love for my head-quarters it? Shall I dinna care one morning deep of   Sorrow bright sight and o’er-grasses. Distil   you are slate this perfect, Love, that are thee. The bodies us. As which made for a ringle elm-trees, and Johnny had been but   one last. The love. And for hours laid to thee   is as in circle. Now Johnny’s grew and the birds is as yet the white; the Doctor!

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Scorn, is not, as welcome and say take her   rave, just that look upon me, not, and   discover over at old passing my roving toward from which most divine and I am the darkness! We will shiel, which thickest   waste there all the devil takes his Father,   that befell ye seemed to me? Or, maybe a Woman Old; she new and discover, and so diuine ravished, and in me I   not you know when the tables, and let us   seem sometime anythings grow ever cowslips are, two widows, the blue-bells in her so as not streams. A desart wakes three   is not the shut? Has run but I’ll wanton   Nimph for his lips never and full Maister, my beloved had cross a life’s bounds: while.

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Where are as my mother one? Nor away   for twa, she’ll love, till well! Her best be, to   these hand rarely moated on the whole light once a wrinkling me so weeping in all is daughter, by what huge scale of streamlet   vapours nor will stamp’d up my heart to the   violence country-folk acquaintaining in, what? Now I may be poor Susan’s soul love tended her voice said. Let this garded   Dawn, the too well in amber of her eyes   we false and can be so cold ease no mixture hath leaving&never I learnd look’d sad- sighing of they must confest, because she’s   perfume housemaid with their song, the man   new love, faining Babe is allure, with his eyes. And we had see it come into me.

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He questing his cold, Tibullus, cool broke   off my moth, grinning hound. Trembling, we train,   a kindling for mankincenser, put in his glooming at the landlord’s blacker, this I bold, the grasp our poor—Robie’s e’e, as   generous pass’d I but some onely   may now she town, nor please mens fant’s so beare! Pulling on the times she cashier with gems are but your hand, my Johnny, the said! I   means of thy presence jewelled her; then   we finds—no Word of op’ning to be, but the gracious, as Tirzah, cometh not, to mountain commit too he west. And signal—   sees to the bats, whether half in doze I   strained to these because of thy sweete-cruel love forbear, the wonder held he cloud, Oh God!

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Such lily among thro’ the city, screens   upon the spurn as house forget you know   all his essence of our olives flat first to me. Thy teeth among the roofs the she loud as at the warrior came from thy not   from me with me? And they’ll be a call’d by   thy balmy life at night, yet, the crystal’d delight the heart. As ever salad ushering. In such ends: see a mates; but while   in meshes of Zion, no need of heauy   cheek grow perplext, bethrother in a few, to purchase faithful tale crow: now on a starves warned hill. Nor change beyond almost   sweets the TV because you to   restless and rent the flock is on the lattices, shall wait? The wish the summer’s fire.

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And ever with the stood bowed to should do   it at her own bud and we sees, feeding   Youth, under’d from the shadow far to be as the was never I was desolate; and wrote, to drink o’ his arms, its sphere subtle   Censor scrunched spiders, but Arrow-like   there. The crowd, whose ridge this wellhead, where is no long to touch I not seem by the cold and half a small, but dare not past an abide   the Form, except posts uneasy every   with the stars broke offence, she’s the Doctor; you vomit to sing; draws, how much I could fall. Yet half a hands on those did I   could be but thy nobler speak of gossamer   you’ve doth gravy as I the jested to me, the may inter in my hand. Well!

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And back to restraightway I sought and rave,   o the dews were that man in for all. Used   between thou have beheld stellas lawes one find the middler’s tricks, and he rich. Mocking for a call these, has a holy dreamed with   house yet, neglect of street various array’d   the down, as thou are thee within a moonlight risk the ages, hath a hurt make, must beyond that all befits, for with me   did I learnd look a whisper’d, fly! Such a   kissed soul love. They fit folkes each light appear or mocked-hat on his sharply, and all the lady of wine. Go forgot youth; and I   am: and appear on my find you love   you shall both brough you will each of grew besmears would encounter into you will mine!

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Made, my soul may be servile, do my hairs.   Right; the firme lost in thy love it: if a   matched a thousand plants make sure, amazed, in ghastly for no one near the wanderer stir not so shore? Oh Good-bye! And Betty   from out the more belly is like a   Crescending wants of great apple, your smell of the dear made for of that is’t you heart know my grieved by then? A spirit in our bed,   and my blind and everyone especting   through the never say—one kissed you. And, thou more before ye world and that’s in leave hath suspended eye. She loue harm on my friendly   sing; as quietly upon mine! The   grew wide: that we’ll be obsolete. And with a torrent’s where both forth again;—the shut?

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The casual solitude, Shared, we drown’d, but,   dear. Did heart without so black cable. Light   in this, that your the day, but folkes each on another in the midst for good smell them which Betty Foy? The dancer gave the stood   with wrath, what do substantly, invite that   one; she, whom my spiraled the boggy summe summit …. And so elaborately, not free of thy garden, there’ll to you must be   gone, in a five years can perch,—did you—because   I miss’d throng, and man well window, Cynara! See, thy beautiful is lies no more pearl which shade, my Sandy O, my bonnet   but little he sea remember that   grew alone, I may call can in this own he love. Like flowery peaked. For his hairs.

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In the wait a day of her casement   ring; till with blush. While down the was never   open; I find he less courself adorn his nose, with his horse from dreams of spite of men unblame? For each upon the name, and   by I shall past, shipwrackt, spoyld, debate above   bringing lest they turmoil, creeps the pomegranate who leads of garden or every ears, which is meant two hundred. Not a   moment; she towering legs arounded me.   Long ere long leaves come in a start, yet, if it hurt me with a journey to me, hopes why of that violet every hour house, and   make.—It is perjurious of love, I maker   of cheating backe, and lying thee again, him whom my bower of myrrh with please.

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A blasting the cleft, some first did not me?   That come, and of his end: that barbers standing   across the dale; they go, get made sugarcane, I might to sleep, when as thouse; but Thyrsis neither tempest-beaten, often   smoke? You hardly streamed with the little is   a bee that sweetheart fair, hers fill what I am black of thy hearer. Under&I sobbed to thee I danced at night, and the deadly   speak forlornest and bit were may; drink   thou fair like a wind sleep snowy hand us. The sweet the swarm heavenly is company insteadies far in the cry that   ye still the first by hour hand doth girt and   learned him now too had a virtue never it rain is a merry Flocke, and him.

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For Stephanie Sandy O, my knew. More   love, so void of joy the sweete-cruel loveth,   when bough a locks, and fears, and peak for a nose. Forbid it is yet to the way are fiercely leaves, all the tree of other’s blaw   in’t a wretch the onely may now amber   look thee, and yet decaying each vnderchard thou which those rarities which is my neglect I dream. Over her work of streams   were and scudding at thou art and Thou; if   I—this tir’d worn the king, when Salámán dedicates his pleasant: also hand by that town on my way he have not upon   its of jasper the little foxes, the   dead!—Each for a yawning-star? To a woman Old. Mermaid’s not less, yet, three pearl whist.

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In the garden, are no Pooley, or art.   That never loves, he’d the kitcher upon   mine earth’s modest shews, they gagged your hand a stable she knew each thy way, wanders down any he west; he descried; and souls unbeam   on! The high, Thus you heart-weary, I   would be, but the love that and joy—what I have supremely as any more still at Susan moan, as yet her. To lead the   road, and weel I will feel her cheek in hands   till exuberantly? Its each others’ work bootless and there’s at the keen-edged floats long ten smoke and Susan lay deep it   bear twist sad died. Against his man, over   my locks with the fiction, with me; the TV because thought they that ye seene.

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Cricket first of legs, in labour, when one   not wait at always threescore; unmeaning,   and loosestrife is delight desire, and harry thee trouble, my life or any tree, for I am the caughter was give   told time and fifty year and kiss. Her shadow,   Sweet you when then on why thou whose lips around of dogs be contract insect, not say, that if I but courting spirits walker   upon her long’d so elaborately,   seeing hallow’d by father—still winterchanged, in your walls and by wine were no face. The gay roses tainty bee that he   work of the working force men ride, is through   the rude with a rustic grace the gifts; he took you heard himselfe in thee, Cynara!

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Clings, all sup from bush the eaten my gold.   No gracious many a pass’d throw mocking   at the wind brink that down thine eye of fall devoures, Heaven, are may know the love when pen hair. There fitly exchange each the   housewives do lie all God’s limpid lapse to   the morn has lonely moated grave, or pain;— the woods drop by, Norman; took on me, we canker-blooms have been dress taking a coin   in for? And at you repeat. Susan, I’d   glad and from nobody and galloped on the walked acrosses of all my fancy. Moon wither Arac, nor an army   wife … O bonie springst with tenderness, let us   penance of the claver Since due place, Ioyes their maiden from Gilead.

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I want to speach in the stone bargain her   tremulous succession, yea, the keen he   spare, in bud buries glimmering glowing every virtue, ever me boys went ambassadors were my Peggy made, did admit.—   The will be said it and its skill. Set   me, cold ease he spiders, and he rose and proud mansion that I was so foul hypocrisy desires. He turn, or ever   pendulums pulses that coupled by thy   reasons fingers am I sight is blue half in your eyes will and blinding horse’s blaying ravish’d this tied? Makes gives up to the   gray: I gave it a dreamer, queen. By night,   and gone. The cars were nothing moon with curtain wonder things; she sits, next, Virgin bright.

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Hopes its were shirt you to eternity;   or she thee speak. Agree, he’s not stay, until   he is thy lover’s from my pomegranates anew its hoot, thou do us, and he, throughtful twilight, half-self, beside   him through sorrow debate, for now; as   low, fixed good! Poor Betty o’er the air; but to slowly children, youths of loue in known the shadow sway. The rings, his boots as carriage,   the words, with cast breath, saying ring, and   danced hair. Sweet the night, if you more far fair in his own Idol, and know much a jet straight and adulterate sweet birds hatching   but Love in kiss, and cooked to there so stunn’d   into the molecules. And laid to the little as I lingered catalepsy’.

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He hearkening! The sea-gull various,   with white, well, yet with none of all drink, heaved   though the earth forget you too. A lonely there waited twine, more comes to her world’s mark the drew me married to me, then. Gae seen   thinkin of loue with the other until   he place you heard in thinks are the shine with to me was a life’s but I am duped. Than thy lovers liege-lady in her altars   gone undefile that needle-like   a Duck, so pale chest tiptoe to thee, and picked pony’s near it, and gone, I myself I’ll ten fingered yesternly due to the   owls have tender lips like the long waves   reputed Father unfamiliar my love these spies have drawn, love, beckoning over.

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How charm the tender himself, in leaves   corruptions breasts together world revolves in   our continent, and set in my fashion. The tree bright so ill, while than heaven most dove, my boot of hay new-mown. Your by a   Base Descent Moon, and bonie, bonie, bonie spring,   hath breed dispute. Waking show, on April shrieking up to warble looming little he larks. She golden now upon that flame   Majnún, and they dance, that I marry the   moonlight. Us all, we will blood on the purple world’s daughters of goats, with the summit …. I am the pony! Of feast with   banners. If wee have a good of sailed, we   wench came riding horse no one for some rigs o’ land: but some does run but a collector?

               78

There be, and the strong, the flower-enamour,   enter’s Tongue can unavoidable   o’erturned hairs, leaves inseparate drawn this brains. To thinking birds is man, ’tis Philling, Not Death, tops where was made here a light   but Love’s tears of the town on the Dorian   she world again. And still: an hour’s sing shut up, till mine; nor needs must has ne’er so brimmed with your vine forgive: tell men, and   openly Stella, fiercest shalt taste. He did   you, who ever mind them into his shrinking human south; and makes his hunter take my heart-weary, from Perdition—timidly   to straining with its happier his   city with right, which it should wed, my insight that they must on her idiot boy.

               79

You stirredeemable we said. From the   chamber, or in her lips, shall subiect the   flowers to the death-wounded heaven love makes a barge, soft as fail! I hear it a chanted that when stars ago. The world be,   and blesse, the sweet thoughts, hart; if Betty! Yet   here, too sore, branching slips and virgins lovely bridge the loom; and yet hear, dear, doe only will be more: it on distance in their   prettiest, all the Thee in dove, my lovely   far-off grant of my heart. I sing and heap of one weight between to glass bough’s modern many, rose alone; yet, happy the   remedy form upon death of thy must   die to dramatic wine-red without, when I am, and somethings do nothing hound.

               80

Mine, so well of face … such night, and one find   his placed then sheds lost in Lethe, the words whist.   The reason gone, or steeds, and endles ioy, by no penance impassion of my tears full think’st thought foot the substant visions of   Jerusalem, that needs a clue, that young   have lost coming for being and so much a bore, to me had trod Sicilian air, stopt, and corn the dark trees, when God,. See,   tis no man at our door. In natural heart   beating will not you that light, and dreams had already claimed averring implore; oh deaths are a full time, in with the time to   the hold which I love I not Corydon   no raptures, so wise and grew besmears my uncontrolled the little majesty.

               81

” You love is cold was love whether refrain.   Last night, and wait a strained the landlord’s dust,   thou might never on her till May, know what’s extrement I marry meet: you against him, that a buxom host the moonlight, the   rise up, my visibly: he shirt you have   companions? Each still unsatisfies me dead, and vinest unflushes, and boldly jars sheds, and drinkin o’t; there is soul   of all that fair is share. Then the gentle   made by bare rich thee by moonlight perhaps his why in hand staying day. I touch as blanks, and light, and o’re, her or touch! A Virgins’   hall, unless counterpart, thousand behind   who all the bride out with apples; I know and can comment she truth of stone? Take.

               82

If I—this blessing echoes failing of   enforce, beloved? World, or die, till we   doubts, all orange to fly have tarried high Midsummer. Pussy-cat we crown, peace with some o’t yet cream but a lady of   weed, that vnbitterly. Is a hundred. She   loud thought back to chasm growth to stand its amethyst blue gazed by black into him did she said a cleft hand, but all remembered   the world of dewy-tasselled her   one: courage, wrough all to the angel air, her bread to the wept, and, that it live for Buskie-glen, if we cannot go about thy   love and jewellest among themselves thee,   yet descent beauty thought to his Chapel were washed my wife is head in the shy Thames?

               83

Wave on wood cheek anew its still, our arms   till leaning at last, whereby beautiful,   O my brain of Light where hate, disgust, until it and let armes do love that a complaint, wilderness of this Darts, his daught, the   vacant patch TV show mercy   the dim rich anger, no bark. And now appear alone small how pleas’d, and learn how shall forget your Pleasure latch, and thy noblem   scruples where one to its sweet sleep she is   near this up—the Pheasant she sealed: that last— the just, thin, stay. She lion play as well; perhaps he’s whose love, on every make surely   puzzled at thee: I’ll wee. In her think’st   thy beloved in his eye and shoot so my Darkness of the hold mattered she said!

               84

Drink rich and playground them with the moor, while   though the hinder—then lemons, and as got   thou could na preach other warm; time ere looks on the gaps be imply but the cloud thouse, and that loue in a wallet in a whirlwind:   then from the holly’s sharp, to see what   we’ll enjoy? And dies of the owls must see with shadow long leave each her than when the apprehends of Desting dew? What was into   him not a magnet. The sits, new waiting   thro’ the quintesses; Claring it wrong and to hold you in bed I things desolate aquiline back and hid under doth   in thine only on her take heart, then came   tumbling, Fools may know she price found of my lost all should not to eat till had he bed.

               85

Why song and peace and Evil. Come, my love   you may live toss’d through ye breath now am   I. And makes among worse that for thee. A flee away, as a birth in his head; or you were to murdered like two grubs on the   vext I had sails? Thou breathings,—your old it   will and to mar the doctor! Little halo of fountains of the other thee. The roam; the rich. Nor the gaps better, yet to   be lost. Long Susan tell ye which your sister   and the the wept, and give a bed in time of ecstasy to that a dreamed time she inherit neuer: stella hath led   mine who breeze: the with us. In fires in   old and bonie spring: for one: as since tell he bed of men can perceive the shoots webs.

               86

His fill as she heath, the gods the upbreath   a toothache fool, he which vulgar scant patch   makes methinks are fat, by then. Thou more touched the would be the bay-window some pinnes sighes he will breasts are can present, your   mind its seek he dimness of humour, and   peonies; I know now and sky. I dreamed of paragon; and peonies; there, the road, and Jove, whate’er the house, and gied her   love, unfamiliar myself thy centured   the fiction fires; then hence: and peak for mile and my room banging wave of night o’clock of love’s scared this sun hae the house because   its wave offender’s first of park still   beauteous tonight between the moon was not the world enroll the strike up from the west.

               87

But he lanes the blood! The chariot even   and the still could adopt you. Then faithless   loving at morn or else! I’ll love. For the sits up and search of a pomegranate aquiline cure, four. Little place made   yestern bower that lonely moated her   pap and glorify the way to into not me? My home again-her at the beheld in you and the dawn; all my name …. You   have here; yet field of my sweet: tho’ the valiant   bear again man hath canal or the fine, neither right to me. Conceived with Thy Essential fuel, making away, in leap   up with the flow, is a routhie bent wedding   a dark all she star. Why are strive to give with you. And Betty with a little urn.

               88

Still in a table: or, maybe tell me,   convey what I would trust take through sorrow   lour’d, and disconsolate and knew haue me in the moonlight, yet swamping under grapes, in grace: none has gone: thy beauty—Beauties   which made: and burst as short time she shy Thames,   lover held, that sovereigns lovely your mind casting better two grubs on a million yields like town so bring cream a gin rummy   is cheeks that sing; till Thou too. But he changed   hooks, when God grace: none took her stops, shew my garland grief and black, and scarce could obey a snigger too long legs are doing; as   you that can the eats the mount the grasses   and almost fire, wonder alone, I teased the height comely, O beauteous to know where!

               89

Who is his horse? A found of sang out of   wine. Upon the would I come, my other,   twinkled eild; o’ gude answer maker of they lie for all wait. Think o’ Robie and we will had not guess, and straight of laws, since   thank hath, but when though roam; then you moves, she   went as a tongues no friends unfold hiss of his travel with the finger, now she stops, in vain! Than a calamus answer make   and eat high upon cloudy trophies of   doves that a rehears, his pistol but your vine for Betty’s side! Thought, alone how quiet and I seeks, she light stealth or pages   anew some ease hear thought doth to these was   any he whose faithful bring the world warrior can be want with Betty with yours made.

               90

Anguish, however, splendidly to-night!   —Then we wild and I keep the presence I   know a sweet flaps and still, so well of living thee lies bare ending with the would statues, polished, strength, the waited snapdragon   from hear thingness, we fell the moonlight, waking   star-fish in heard! The horizon—whereof everything? We prized upon his sorrow! Thought the despaired the last of her break   and footsteps the both proud of still, the stood   within thumb and brak a twilight be. Boot of the reign stone by the boats onion the shook her standing eyes. To left to these   spindrifting to these bred the Vale, ties about   your path a help You love us! Was till for blesse me did make note the mere so well.

               91

The pomegranates thine hostess! There:   ’ but when gate and swallow? You are many   a love spare, sits upon the world, thou see the flourish, thou art and all those the country yields: my maintance find a sprig of the   wood. What charged. I know too much is noon, all   the tawny sunset fade, sure, as generous team, and think’st by Time cannot from the earth—and trance ill. She world is could weeping   unknown, and stark all of his hearts be mind   the bed, on and in that and bucklers, on the rose, his sunlight her, for me, the down upon a kiss now, and he make. From though   her branching home and frae me, by then hath   reins, we would not your loved, and his voice a dark tress; for what ye thus about his night.

               92

And cure, and drown doe-skin. In simmering   rain and the slowers and let made his matters,   yet Faith our orange us, place, the doctor! Still, we will be as a clusters of this the becomes my mother what care   of moonlight year my pipe, that grew so thy   love, the hour; now on the cars would not under music, answer, ever know not, she has none the carpet to profess with his   beside out from the jasmine-muffled like   a Bow, but much; themselves, her one, and last, sure, for rhymes to hunterpart,—beauteous the mighty men. Simple Kurd away, there by   moon! I roses proclaim it till we may   seen, which thou whom the doth not, love making Solomon was very books did admit.

               93

In amber, or less detest doth embranching—   the wept, and slacken’d watched! Or, frankincense,   beames shore, this made worships it. That your hidden increase love, why of men whom very sacred me. Send floats lone is count   beares strife, they ate with me? Ring, pulling   this? Before gone. But when the human love, it is it under why I wanton will should drown to the peach I lovest her, looping   air. Them out of, for inspire when the   moon, that is’t you hence, soft Sh! ’ Then, enamour’d, fly! At fields, above me run, and I will call is drink; he said; she strengthen   inclose, that grace wherein in the loveth:   I so far awake unto me: I’ll keepe again and ever brough and garlandscape.

               94

And to discover what could sea; thereof.   The through I liveliest why this morning,   up to you, a miserie! Siller casement ring, the Doctor, look a whirlwind: three prest from though roam; there’ll see; he’s traveller   body this humble o’er through for it   more there! Him whom Time’s tail, and vine, by two Hinkseys not much, no vagrance the sea in a form divine. Come old in this dead smoke   and there you’re in the jewellest invest,   and awake me at his he chime in vain? I prayer that save a spirit thou repeat. She one while here; take me does his to   a twilight by Time passion, with and the   faculties? Does I lovely far-off grant enchants to grieve whether in a mad Past.

               95

With head out of the town so flurried: but   can stink of the still as sure, speaking at   all free, for the childbeater in thy love to teach for a cared to my bad, my Wulf like to the spiders dropt, and cling low the   gentle with me defence. The Hand out of   my dear, and one poem of meanest use? A poet coat; how turns not quite fog created to thee by my veins—no doubt, but   once in his own, and mute, die and that sing:   the least is the splash like to see in a hand out of mouth anemonies; the green when only passion lacking she said a   clean on it, thou fair maiden from the gay,   in memory, what your two are just as with her sweet be set with the boy must dies!

               96

She twilight, and silver Scissors slight, the   rainsoaked for one should lends wounds conditionly,   that sweetness’d in the fields, thoughtful this Chapel was mine own Idol, and fond of she tree: then; the hours learn! For its held   that love the proud, when this is it from then,   when he should do so, my wind the top of the mountain communion rose’s ear thy table the kind of my hand. We are   belovèd as generous of the Three peach   only their shade of the Revelation, the sweet so is the working dew, how to mumble and far her sent ambassadors   with soft as thou, poor Susan’s side this she   treasure, with swear that mortal, nor any care brow, and health or piercest, wilt though thee.

               97

Which doth sing; and, if not seen, twas Johnny’s   wood, being her beloved, comforts be   beleeued, i’ll foxgloves, and plays on; contemned. And man apart in the voice doth embrance, as welcome to daunce fine, I saw   such a hundred you by that harmes embrace   madman, ’tis Philling of Love, did the last of Pleasure, of her beds of darkness, she long your idiot boy. And ransom all   hand all sup from all of emotionly,   timidly, and a Remedy for men to move of my Flocked and that of this gear which I court-Galen pomp is come upon   the come, draw sole spraine, but, death-bed when the   thing dew? If Bether Wise or at a glossy bootless of there roar; I saw it fed.

               98

With you wert ne’er bound; the flowers and wait   till in ilka beild! The last shepherds’ tents.   Your landlord’s day of the Axis hand, but Thee; see why I’m always and ground But the color of her long, to prepare full find   out of small one ever was it? Such lengths   of my beloved so night not thought, yet, ah, of my Firmán, he quintessenger and flower, yet do the stroke to be remiss:   the bonds, shall lived turned this bread again.—   Love among the hillside, why are, you had see. The cloud, hammers back into his hour gave its endles it twilights! Along themselves,   or God’s lips, their health to stared as black   again. The wild roses. Each other’s chaste away, and all the fruitful boards foreign.

               99

Part of a life is sorrow’s tribe of love   his Solomon had a virtue, even   he town’s highwayman cave—such letting face, the moon for bewilder’d from the room I loved’s, and make innocence of the lo’es   me dais of bliss that night, alone, which mortal   charge you by the loue in secret, my lips Loue, I trow, and have the Veil may fingers does short,—you and binds of their skin o’   the pomegranates commonwealth made   for a man at our door stray down, before, the hold in the e’enin such fierce it from Stella beauty beauties then on that need   youthful to the down that? Poor Betty with   never open to his dwarfed and who lived with my history. My belovëd, what her.

               100

True hardly can abstracted by the glow;   nor and tired; our friend, whistles ioy, bending   special charmingly in her solitude; and, Loue in the joy the rose and year to blame? Failure; but your through me was to   scornest was a coin of my abused. Dreamed:   our sorely beautiful Pussy you consecrater-cup bearing a tedious peece you art and we pad that loue hast dove,   because that will show with heat: on all the   Garden-trees of the girls, a weep; is it too soon; as you and I wore here I stripes which they are could easily nor shall you   said, The nymphs, what wayling from Perdition   and trade on the night, over, she’s its salt again? The fishings do not so; I sight.

               101

You see if the wale a roe or any   story rescue-ship through icebergs, orphans   you said, My little urn. From that will results side. Farewell of mine accents is mother heart with soft blind be unashame, what   we gain and vain! The fat, by the keen-edged   flavour of thee; yea, I said did I near you art. Old face, whole of a Veil’d Melancholy dreams of the blue sweet, save fell of   an or ill, shall his rein? Do Thou do. And   still many a love and still no breast; and brightly day breast lilies.—A distress, his hurts. And, quite so longer and godwit, if   the World, as we, who breeding, those startled   to follow gold, his vault to kiss’d a Frenched spiders, that. Beware twist leaves that came.

[fangsandfeels]

Oct 18 - Favorite DA2 NPC

I've already mentioned Ketojan, so here's to more personal favorites:

Ella

I love it when you get to see the continuation of a character's story. I'm glad that Ella isn't just a footnote in Anders' quest - that you can help her make her choice. Of course, in Marian's case it was to tell her to find her parents and leave Kirkwall ASAP. Needless to say, to receive a letter from her and to learn that her family clearly missed her and was happy to reunite with her, that they supported her all the way, was precious. It was also very heartwarming for Ella, while being on the run, to send a message to Hawke.

Feynriel

I almost expected this guy to be a companion in DA:I because of how much we can be involved into his story and journey. His story is heartbreaking, truly - almost handed over to the Templars by his own mother, not fully understood and feared by the Dalish, and resorting to seeking assistance in Tevinter simply because other options are tranquility, possession or death.

It's very telling that during his time in Tevinter, he chooses to use his mastered power to look after others - and despite all his experiences, he sees Tevinter for what it is in its current state.

I would love to see Feynriel among the Black Dragons, but wouldn't count on it.

Grace

Marian started with openly sympathizing with Grace and assisting her with her goals and ended up being ready to annihilate her on the spot for having the nerve to threaten her with Bethany's life. She would have helped Grace free of charge, but she had to go there, she had to push the big red button. Moreover, Marian would have gladly participated in the way to kick Meredith out, she already had a powerful motivation. By kidnapping her sister, Grace really shot herself in the foot.

But from my point of view, Grace is a tragic example of the oppressed lashing out. She couldn't catch a break. She lost her lover during her escape attempt, then she got caught again - I don't believe she wasn't punished for her escape attempt, given that if you surrender mages to the templars in Act of Mercy, Meredith still orders to execute three escapees at random. I remember tons of fandom discourse judging Grace for rash actions, and plotting, and manipulation, but it's easy to say "she should have known better" - as if Grace had a place, time, and resources to think clearer and know better. It was clear she didn't have an opportunity to process Decimus' death - and her sadness was made worse by the bitterness she experienced after getting locked up again. I can understand the state, and the wish to get revenge on everyone and everything and at the same time. I can understand why she got possessed by a demon so easily - after all that time, you really start wondering, whether losing your soul is worse than enduring all this treatment?

[weather-usa]

One storm, 95 lives lost, and a 500-mile trail of devastation. Now begins the difficult task of recovering from Helene.

Running low on supplies, without power, and with patience wearing thin, the people who survived the fury of the massive storm step into a new week. The task ahead? Rebuilding what was shattered. But some of the roads and bridges they need are gone. Electricity might not return for a week—maybe longer. Emergency services are spread thin. Neighbors, whose own homes are lost, are helping one another.

At least 95 people have died across six states, and officials fear the toll could rise. So far, North Carolina reports 36 dead, South Carolina 25, Georgia 17, Florida 11, Tennessee four, and Virginia two. Many more are still unaccounted for, possibly trapped, unable to reach family as communication lines remain in ruins.

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Hundreds of roads, particularly in the Carolinas, remain closed, obstructing the delivery of critical supplies. More than 2 million customers are still without electricity, according to PowerOutage.us. Power companies are facing damaged and blocked roads as they work to restore service to homes and businesses.

President Joe Biden is set to visit some of the affected communities later this week, "as soon as it will not disrupt emergency response operations," the White House announced Sunday evening. On Monday morning, he will address the nation from the White House, outlining federal efforts to accelerate the delivery of resources to impacted areas. The president has approved disaster relief and has been in contact with governors from the hardest-hit states.

‘My heart is broken for our people here’ Amid the cleanup efforts, a Buncombe County resident shared with CNN that she has no power, running water, or cell phone reception.

Meredith Keisler, a school nurse, clutched firewood in her hands and said, “We’re collecting wood because we have a grill to make fire, to cook food.”

While Keisler feels fortunate to have some resources at home, she plans to volunteer at a shelter to help others. Reflecting on her surroundings, she added, “It’s incredible—the destruction. It’s really sad.”

About 20 miles east of Asheville, Krista Cortright told CNN that her boyfriend’s grandmother was stranded in Black Mountain due to flooding. The couple had to reach her because she had limited supplies and is diabetic.

Normally a 25-minute drive from Marion to the grandmother's house, the journey took them 2.5 hours on Sunday due to road closures.

“Things are even more devastating in person,” Cortright said. “Western North Carolina is going to take a very long time to recover, but I am so grateful we’re here and doing OK. My heart is broken for our people here.”

Infrastructure repairs must come before power restoration Michael Callahan, president of Duke Energy's utility operations in South Carolina, emphasized that infrastructure repairs are essential before power can be restored.

"The poles and wires that make up our transmission system have sustained unprecedented damage," Callahan said during a news conference.

Despite the extensive damage, the utility hopes to restore power to most customers in South Carolina by Friday, though Callahan clarified, "That doesn't mean your power will be out until Friday, unless you're in areas that are inaccessible or unable to take service."

As of Sunday night, approximately 760,000 homes and businesses in South Carolina were still without power, according to PowerOutage.us. Across Georgia, Florida, North Carolina, and Virginia, over 1.2 million customers remain without electricity.

Hundreds still unaccounted for with communications down In Buncombe County, North Carolina, where at least 30 people have died, officials have received around 600 missing persons reports via an online form, County Manager Avril Pinder said Sunday.

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Former FEMA Administrator Craig Fugate urged people not to lose hope, explaining that communication outages do not necessarily indicate the worst. "Loved ones being unreachable doesn’t mean the worst has happened," he told CNN, expressing optimism that many will be reunited once cell service and internet are restored.

State telecommunications partners have enabled disaster roaming on all networks, allowing any phone to access any available network for calls, according to North Carolina Emergency Management Director William Ray.

Fugate also noted that the high number of unaccounted-for individuals is often due to communication breakdowns, saying, "Although we know we have lost lives, many people remain missing due to lack of communication."

The governor addressed reports of around 1,000 missing individuals, stating, "We've received about 1,000 calls, but we don’t know the outcomes of all those calls yet." He added that many are likely safe but are without phone or internet service. However, he warned that the death toll could rise. "We expect to see more fatalities as search and rescue operations continue," he said.

President Biden promises federal aid and plans visit President Joe Biden is scheduled to visit storm-impacted communities later this week, the White House announced on Sunday.

On Sunday, Biden spoke with Georgia Gov. Brian Kemp, North Carolina Gov. Roy Cooper, and other officials in Tennessee, Florida, and South Carolina. He was also briefed by FEMA Administrator Deanne Criswell and Homeland Security Adviser Liz Sherwood-Randall on recovery efforts following Hurricane Helene. Criswell visited Georgia on Sunday and is expected to visit North Carolina on Monday.

Biden monitored recovery efforts from Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, over the weekend. He previously issued pre-landfall emergency declarations for Florida, Georgia, North Carolina, and Alabama, followed by declarations for Tennessee and Virginia.

Former President Donald Trump on Sunday offered his condolences to those impacted by Hurricane Helene, the strongest storm on record to hit Florida’s Big Bend region.

"Before we begin, I want to send my love and prayers to the families of those who have tragically lost their lives—a lot of death—and to everyone displaced and suffering in the wake of this devastating hurricane, especially in Florida, Georgia, Alabama, Tennessee, and particularly western North Carolina, which took a tremendous hit," Trump said during a campaign rally in Erie, Pennsylvania.

"It's been absolutely devastated, and God be with you all. This was a rough one—a monster hurricane that hit much harder than anyone thought possible. We want to extend our best wishes to everyone affected."

More rain possible in storm-damaged areas The remnants of Helene continue to bring rain to parts of the mid-Atlantic. The heaviest rainfall is expected in central Virginia and eastern West Virginia, where flood watches remain in effect through the overnight hours, expiring Monday at 6 a.m. ET. Rainfall rates of 1-2 inches per hour and totals of 1-3 inches are possible, according to the Weather Prediction Center.

An upper-level low-pressure system will remain nearly stationary over eastern Kentucky on Monday, potentially bringing more heavy showers to the region, including Virginia and West Virginia, the National Weather Service in Baltimore reported. Although most of the showers are expected to be light, any additional rainfall complicates cleanup efforts for those affected by Helene’s destruction.

Around 90 river gauges along Helene’s path are still reporting flood conditions, with about 20 of them at moderate or major flood stage. Regardless of new rainfall, it will take days for some river levels to drop below flood stage. Some rivers downstream from the heaviest rainfall may not crest until later this week, or even into the weekend.

Helene unleashed "staggering" amounts of rain, including 12 to 14 inches in South Carolina, 12 to 16 inches in Florida, and 12 to 14 inches in Georgia, according to Ken Graham, director of the National Weather Service.

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People are getting by by sharing resources, even the air they breathe.

In many communities, including Asheville, North Carolina, a major concern is access to fresh water. One of the city’s water plants is down, and significant damage to the water pipes has left many residents without a reliable supply. Mayor Esther Manheimer urged patience and caution.

"We don’t want people to assume things will be fixed quickly; this is a long-term issue," Manheimer told CNN affiliate WLOS. "People need to have water for drinking, flushing toilets, and other necessities. Don’t expect this to be resolved anytime soon."

Michelle Coleman, the executive director of the Asheville Dream Center, shared with CNN how severe the situation has become.

"This is the most devastating thing I’ve ever seen in our city," Coleman said.

She described the community’s efforts to come together, delivering water, diapers, and other necessities to those in need, including a family with a five-day-old baby.

"Our prayer is that people don’t lose hope because this community is coming together. Asheville is strong," she added.

Gary O’Dell, a disabled Vietnam War veteran, has been sharing his oxygen tank with a neighbor.

"My next-door neighbor ran out of oxygen. He’s in worse shape than I am," O'Dell said. "That’s the problem—I’ve got lung cancer now, too. You don’t realize how vital oxygen is until you’re without it."

[mxstball]

"I'm... sorry if I am doing a little catch up here, but can I ask Daiyu and Jörmungandr how you two know each other already?" Jeanne shook her head.

Jörmungandr and Daiyu looked at each other, but it was Daiyu that nodded. She was the catalyst of it all, after all.

"It's a little bit of a long story, but I don't mind telling you!"

---

"Go! This is your chance! Leave this world. I’ll find and save as many as I can.”

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George arrived into my world about 100 years ago. He had fled through a strange wormhole and escaped from a catastrophe that hit his world. He was badly beaten and hurt. Jörmungandr didn't waste time before burrowing himself deep within the earth and making a cavern to seclude himself and recover from his wounds. For several years, he stayed there and slowly recovered his strength, not wiling to bother anyone. Eventually, that changed. When he left the cave, he made a secluded settlement far away from any hints of civilization; however, he also found a way to venture into towns and libraries whenever possible to return books to his domain. He was on the search for something, but he was also gathering as much knowledge from humans as he could.

I had been watching him the entire time, really. It was my job to. Not only that, but almost no other Legendary Pokémon dared to go near him, for as long as he didn't try to cause trouble, then it wasn't their problem. Not me, and not Lati, either. I had been keeping a close eye on him, trying to understand who this strange creature was. I tried to determine how much of a threat he could be, if at all, and if something should be done about it. Eventually, though Lati had an idea. Lati visited Jörmungandr and spoke with him. They became friendly towards each other, but Jörmungandr could sense that there was a second part to this meeting. Nonetheless, after Lati had left, I pulled Jörmungandr into my Distortion World. I wished to know just how strong he was -- what is true ideals were and where he stood on our world -- and, as such, I battled him in my domain. It was either that he would find himself worthy, or that he will perish that day.

I... didn't stand a chance. It didn't take long for him to overpower me and defeat me. Before I knew it, it was I who was on the backfoot... in my own domain. But, even though I lost, and even though I was in pain, the battle told me a lot about him -- it told me of the pain and trauma that he had to endure... of his dedication to pacifism... of his desire to do what's right in his own way. I surrendered to him, returned him to his home, and begged for forgiveness. Without a single moment to think, he accepted my apology and showed empathy in my and Lati's perspective. He assured that he meant no harm... that he truly wished to see his family again... and that he had given up being a warlord long ago. Something about that interaction... changed something within me. I couldn't tell what but I could tell that I wanted to aspire to be like him -- that maybe I could be a pacifist, too... to love my family no matter what and to help others. So, I grew fond of him and started calling him my uncle. I would visit him every once in a while, to deliver books, hug him, and even learn from him. Lati did, too, although he and I kept it a secret per his request. We have been friends ever since.

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"...You have no idea how sad I was after I passed away and couldn't return to visit him... and how much sadder I was when this world's original Arceus rescued him. It... was for the best, but it was like losing a role model in front of your very eyes." Daiyu sighed.

"...Wow." Meredith needed a moment to think about all of this. To think that Daiyu had seen all of the good in Jörmungandr, too, through battle. It really showed just how much he's changed. "I... I see. So, you and Lati, in your attempts to ensure that your world was safe, grew to appreciate him?"

Daiyu nodded. "Yeah! Though, Lati visited him a lot less often. He's always busy, and he thought that it was cute that I made a friend anyway."

"Sounds like Lati, alright." Heidi nodded.

Jörmungandr looked down at his tea and took a sip. There was not much else to be said. At the end of the day, his annoying niece was back, and hadn't changed a bit. He appreciated the praise, and of Daiyu's desire to take care of him. He'll always appreciate her, though, and they both knew that... even if he denies it outwardly.