#stuffed round gourd

[feederheart]

The Greedy Queen.

CW: feederism, ssbbw, fingering

I could hear the ravenous gorging before I even stepped foot inside of the throne room.

The colossal oaken doors creaked open as the two heavy-armored guardsmen permitted my entry. Inside was a massive hallway illuminated by the morning sun shining through multicolored stained glass windows depicting the greatness of Gulosus, the ever-consuming empire. Treasures including armor, weapons, scepters, jewels, gold jewelry, statues, paintings, carvings, pottery, and even a crown once worn by my late uncle were scattered throughout the room either mounted on a pedestal, a stand, or a plaque. At the end of the hallway sat a massive throne decorated with glittering gemstones and shining gold pillaged from all over Gulosus. The throne’s occupant, Queen Aila, sat all six-hundred pounds of her fat, quivering body on said throne as two servants beside her fed her the bounty of the kingdom she inherited from her mother. She greedily reached her fat fingers toward a bowl filled with sweet, sugary fruit grown in the fertile plains to the south and nuts grown in the western valleys as she chewed on a roasted leg from a wild beast that roamed around the northern hills. She then took a swig of wine made from eastern shore grapes to wash it all down before digging into a decadent chocolate cake baked here in the castle; her meal was as well-rounded as she was. Her fat arms swung like pendulums as she reached for more and more food to shovel into her greedy mouth. Her round face, once the famous face that could drive kingdoms to war, had rounded out quite a bit; although her long, auburn hair and beautiful green eyes were still as flawless as ever, her cheeks and double chin jiggled with each bite she took off her food. Her bountiful breasts, massive belly, and juicy fat thighs threatened to rip and tear the tent-like silvery dress that she wore over her body, displaying each and every one of her corpulent curves. As usual, she was adorned in glittering gold jewelry and gem-encrusted trinkets, although it was clear that these had to be made to account for her fat wrists, neck, and ankles. 

I wasn’t here to watch another one of her greedy gorgings; if I were, it wouldn’t be hard to fit it into my schedule seeing as that’s all she does. I was here to deliver her tribute from my homeland, Mons; a vase full of goldbrew. Goldbrew is wine made from golden grapes that can only be grown in Mons. It is said to be the most delicious drink imaginable; at least Queen Aila seemed to think so. 

“OOH!” she squealed happily as soon as she noticed that I had walked in. “Have you brought me my brew?”

“Indeed I have,” I said, bowing before the queen with my arms outstretched.

The two servants ran over and grabbed the gourd before to take it to the queen for her consumption.

“You two, wait!” she exclaimed at the servants. “I want him to serve it to me.”

The two servants bowed and left the throne room.

“Bring it to me,” she demanded, pointing her finger at me and giving me a “come hither” gesture.

I stood up and obliged. Queen Aila’s fluttered her eyes seductively and watched as I brought over her goldbrew. I walked up the steps before her throne and stood right in front of her fat legs, smothered by her giant belly.

“For you, my queen,” I said as I tried to give her the vase.

“Pour it down my throat,” she ordered hungrily. “I want every last drop!”

“As you wish,” I replied.

I reached the vase over her belly and breasts to reach her awaiting mouth. I poured the sweet, succulent liquid down her throat and she gulped it down like a pig; she seemed to have mastered the art of stuffing her mouth without breathing.

I stopped pouring after about twenty seconds to let her take a breath. She moaned in pleasure as she swallowed, savoring the delicious taste of the goldbrew. Her legs seemed to shake ever so slightly and I swore I could see her hips gyrating. This was because goldbrew was easily the most potent aphrodisiac known to man.

I reached to her belly and began to rub it to help her digest her meal as I fed her dessert. With the other hand, I continued to pour the goldbrew down her throat, causing her to moan even louder. I slowly worked my hand down to the bottom of her dress and lifted it up; her juices were building up and running down her leg. I slowly slid my fingers lower and lower until they were between her fat thighs and worked my way between her vagina. I felt her sopping wet womanhood and pleasured her as I fed her the goldbrew, completely losing her in total ecstasy. She moaned and panted as I pushed my fingers deeper and deeper while contorting my arms so that I could do that and feed her the drink. Her fat legs twitched with pleasure and her back arched, pushing her protruding belly our even further. Finally, just as I was running out of goldbrew, she screamed and squirted all over her legs and my hand. Her juices dripped down to the floor as Queen Aila lay there, satisfied and full.

“I’ll fetch those servants and tell them to bring rags,” I said to her.

She was so lost in ecstasy that she did not hear. I simply bowed and turned around, satisfied with what my goldbrew had done to the queen. 

You see, none of the vases I brought contained just goldbrew as my uncle promised many years ago when he surrendered our lands to Gulosus. We couldn’t fight them head-on, so we opted for another path. Our golden grapes contain the aforementioned aphrodisiac that captivated not just Queen Alia’s senses but her mother before her as well. However, another ingredient we added just for them; a special spice that numbs the senses and strokes the appetite, slowly turning the drinker to a fat, hedonistic, and horny pig that would eat and fuck whatever is in front of them. As Queen Aila grew fat, lazy, and stupid by eating and drinking all day, my people were preparing to make their comeback and take Mons back. 

Gulosus will be sitting ducks because their queen is a fat, spoiled, pig of a woman who only cares about where her next fix of goldbrew is coming from. She’s perfect.

[ariadosanon]

[A Video is attached… But Rotom isn’t taking it. And neither is Nictoria… So who took it?] (Pt5) (FINAL)

Nett-Toria is being followed by the camera once again.

She pulled her wagon along behind her, walking down a suburban street. Every now and then she would stop, and pluck a smashed pumpkin to replace.

Her supply of pumpkins had greatly decreased from the last video, showing she was almost out of gourds.

She rounded the bend, with her wagon, stopping to check her stash.

As she did, a group of three children in costumes walked by, giggling at her appearance and pointing.

“Why’s it so raggedy…?”

“Aww it’s decorating!”

“My Mom has a Banette like that!”

Nictoria waved to the children idly as they continued down the street the other way.

“Bayyy. Baaaay-netttt.” She said, earning more amused giggles.

“Happy Halloween Banette!” One called as they scampered away.

Nett-Toria smiled, sighing softly. Something about observing this holiday from the eyes of a Pokémon, and not a jaded adult made it… Almost nice.

She shook her head, looking down at her hands. For all she knew, she’d have to see every holiday from this angle from now on.

“Nettnett…” Nic grumbled, placing pumpkins as she approached her own driveway.

“Ma Cher!”

“Nette?”

Nictoria’s girlfriend, Juliette, ran from the front door and scooped up the ghost type, hugging her so tight she might pop.

“Veracity and I have been looking for you all over, you naughty thing.”

“BUH.”

Juliette gently tapped Nictoria’s nose, earning a disgruntled blink.

“Come inside, I made you stuffed pumpkin. We can brainstorm how to fix your condition together.” She offered.

Nictoria stared up at her girlfriend, thinking for a moment.

A small, blue orb of light floated by overhead.

Then, she smiled. For some reason, she felt like she would be just fine. Back to her regular self by tomorrow.

“Nett!” She nodded, hugging onto her partner.

“Well you’re in a shockingly good mood now. Are you sure you’re our Nictoria?” She teased, bringing the Poke-human inside.

[The video ends here.]

[bucketofcarbs]

The Bracket Has Been Made!

Hope my handwritings ok for this but a plain text list will be under the cut! The final count is 24, with a few of the previous contestants split up.

Hope the seedings ok, some had to be given a pass straight to second round due to the odd number of contestants.

Round 1 of the bracket will begin this Sunday, October 22nd! I'll keep polls up for 1 week at a time, and each new round will start the same Sunday the last round of polls ends.

If you have any questions throughout the poll of what goes where feel free to send an ask! Some things will simply always fall into the Schrodinger's food state, but as a general rule: things fall into the more specific categories before falling into the more broad ones.

I will be relogging Positive propaganda only, and it will be tagged as 'carb propaganda' if you do not wish to see it. Please remember this is for fun and I'd like to keep this positive! So I will be blocking anyone getting nasty.

With all that said,

Let the Games Begin! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭*৴ ੈ✩‧˚♡*

The Final contestants are:

Side A

Rice 

Couscous 

Nuts 

Quinoa

Fried Doughs (Churros, Beaver tails, Doughnuts, etc.)

Potatoes 

Stuffed Doughs (Samosa, Empanadas, Hand Pies, Dumplings, Bao, etc.) 

Waffles and Pancakes

Beer

Corn

Beans and other Legumes 

Baked Desserts (cookies, biscuits, brownies, cakes, loafs, etc.) 

Side B

Bread

Injera 

Crackers

Breakfast Cereals

Tortillas

Noodles and Pastas 

Classic Café Pastries (croissants, cinnamon rolls, eclairs, tarts, classic pies, etc.)

Cereals

Squash and other Gourds

Granola 

Trail Mixes 

Oats

[libidomechanica]

“Then abate, as all the woods about to go then, Love,”

A ballad sequence

               1

If we were first stale down as lovers,     rather the house they bene hert doth breed a loathing     over his courage; for others can young JESSIE seek us:     lights her. Then abate, as all the woods about to go     then, Love, that he’llsay nought

at once more on a trifle—an     old songs in the sweet side by side, the very many thousand     Heaven; and ioye, for loue in alt, or red without you     until preferment, which further through to see you: go. But     in they say the length, nor

knowledge, whose blest friend shook the night     and those threw his art made you never be; I will speak; and     trust. Cleave her heat were emong, all along to circumstance     and stood up and rise, and light away—that the same occasions:     the parish guardian

know right. Our Mother sumptuous     Shout of Soldiers, or called across vibes. To speak; if not     all unlike—it seem of a somewhat like peace of the guy     of you, in her fixt my feet bene of some sense of grief     of all true thy water,

came round a slight use; such amber     keep, to shame, and makers of a former’s difficult to     testify the same we are smoke in one single personal     life. Is it in vain, here’s none to love from me remov’d,     being bitter worship

him, and we entered with your     eyes of your colourless fancied you sit fore your native     beards swayne, nor do I for a fairy horn thro’ his dusky     doors, dispensed to wretched like as these answer form some pleasures     for three tale has been

his valet, whose medled with his     mistress might of her kind comfort her, but her we had sprouted,     as in danger inuests hot, and gives the grave, and     several went wrought to say on the man, when fraught to her to     weep it: for lovers fall.

               2

When I feel thy sweet self-interest’     meaning. The loser to a flame, and the world was weak     poisoned cry I should be

known, the hills, and gold to cry for     you away. Each life of thee. But Psyche, she read, till at     once the speede him safe in

high nor ever. Good name; your windows.     Trust medium hit twixt a miracle of Sikander;     and woes the issue,

goes, all round him. Now by my Evill     die tonight and bent. To selfe known, had you in marble,     I need have refuse the

rough yonder more short-hand perplexing     wave of mine. Long agoe: for it were, seemed to come when deeps,     and heretofore: he whole

centuries of life hath beene when     he love your naked trees. Where, like a stake, and at the grounder     will with what is t?

               3

They say that what is one: the waves.     —And well, smiling purple island-sides, naked as they shall     be bought her; then the writing

in nomenclature of love’s     anger inuests will be fain; who do love go by, but where     so divinest Art’s or

temple leaves a shining with stay     rather distance. In still on roses they han soldiery,     sudden to ourself his

dames less from the Sunne, thou snares a     Coronall: or their country’s verge. But the Vision grew. For     the revives; amaz’d, she

set her lists were a face be wise     and the should die: till love me, nor did his wings I do but     looked. The laws of perfect.

Your Beauty your fury through she     did not such hints from me remov’d, be better hemisphere     his place it had love when

thou wilt send; it is not to be     before than poor soul! It’s an ideal likely figur’d, as     the gourd overscored,

while giue thy wife, they han thy rock     and fled, as no great friar as remember, she reverence     back … I am thine—

but. And ever drove the race, a     great elect, where we live nose, from this is what we poore Eve     had; and of all the same

tune. And all their Strength the hear a     trumpet in this. To draw my sweet self, but she helpless had     wheeled through so they cannot

then an heir ill hauiour garres that     know the walks, and quit, and that have closed behind the sob took     upon our bones, and dances,

when his actions and sang with     Latonaes seede, ready of winter’s drifting stars twire not     appear, to choose, I smote

him this darken’d it, who ruine am     with greater fires; the cold which her own interline with     a stuffed purple Cullambine,

and as herded ewes, all is     found a stronger cold, wett, and sees throte, made so fresh Collyrium     Dew touch’d at the elves:

whining west? Was honest as he     was not to choose, I shall be true tear the prisoned cry I     shook her life: and said—but

now—What hinders me to tye they     whose degrees all: and thou no song, between a bright, and pretty     skippings; horse! But what’s

had enough stays shut. Which her face     a little delight, which God hath he skirts of enforced you,     love, if the Whitehall; so,

as I could serve it who liues by     the other’s running was so fowle a fault was a couch     as gather lite. Would ride.

               4

In the stoute: but there was like harder is I can,     the lark shot up early, some pretence and the through she stal, is nowe nor wine, and forswonck     and brief, and too might have lost it from

the Temple’s occupation between thee; and watches     in that euer auaile. Return in her look like a sprouting bow and loneliness. Or     if you got in the flocks tend. A

disembodied soul. Of her soul! For he was, that out     the fair, good name; though those traine; wherewith Ida, full lips, and amber. Which may never     wars doe graze about Horne Tooke, as mute.

               5

And fallen last brightness; nor sleepe.     Wrought from a shell, smiles. I sate silent; close up whole, and his     was the brain, its abacus

and Ceres being Lochaber     back against thy head of weariness was made him than     death; and flying from Evil—

and sweet, as the zone. A difference     beheld, then to me; nay, friend of re-election, and     owed toward us and grinning

skull, Mr. True harmony     do call to what Man would stay, for Hell. Thy face, the whole in     air: so waste not him going

on the past, and chief of life;     O more fine tincture lives, and hastily looked a strawberry     do stir A little

aside his fronts, their society:     in which needes decay; till with these, nor pretty skipping     like spot where burn blue.

’ I died. How rare complain’d, he like     a springs to marvell’d stone; until its darkened birds to     dying light upon our

younger, not free from the tomb bestrew     where he than thine image of us, you here? And let     out Diggons Embleme. Witness

on us and so heart beating,     witch, however turned; she might else had grinned in his     courtesy so blend whole mind,

when virgins, that free of time these     raspberries. Everything of the rest, mought she hugg’d it too     dear, and the would have your

looked all but mend the great stay; the     Mamma Mia’s! Approved by far, go then, demanded in Roman     scowls, and is strait her;

on her form the dam, to harken     what she said little delivers heart. Without a story     of a face be with pearl

and brought that all when two were no     chaunge of love go by, but tell of good hive, you stood, and     I sent a miracle.

               6

Herself to make no people as if in the glass,     and argued with Gold and love thy wife, for a river burns! To state; a difference. In better     fire! As not my nude arms and then thine ear bubbles; as the stood a beacon-tower     and true. Possessing hath broken bigge

as if caught so intended; for, had so slight     description, see, sincerity was one dumb, yet great cause then loue doth it rise or me afeard.     Then I rose, and the boy bringing that loved you and called Lowder wants, no more. Oh veil     things have leave them with one friar’s

curious desire my soul, whole thinking of     sentimental breadth too much mescal. In full thought, and tasting defeated. In that you’re weeping,     Not peace must looked elipses gainst his great poet, or that earst the self-propriety,     but by my trust. Than they. Bring through

the holy hood. I your models arrived, remain,     and the way the tender what you turned; she pastime of marble and me. Serve it when the     shepheard thy foot to harken what should, by being crown’d, crooked up—you are most. In a     double ale. How the very much light.

               7

Might bridges, aqueducts,—and the     turmoils they doen hem of ages; when all knowledge, beauty     your trade was great is She

but in such foreshadowings     I do. Purpose in the really rather given to this     house, which you couldst thou, who,

in generous, resentful,     impatient. In height or might as Lord Henry, like a ghost, and     sing is a bold pretence.

               8

I heard of their centre: let be.     Of all thee Diggon, and tincture a plot had for his lesson     missay, both my darlings

singing placed them all faith. For     Adeline waste too, she still curious many World and     howling after themselves

there the tumult and fight we Diggon,     and vows the true fire withered coldly trip and partly     conscious of a new purchase.

Sure high; their own, but forthwith     bands of lilies, their Strength, nor the learned man with Magic-     mighty Wisdom wafted;

the breast and gems and fell; but oft     clomb to their lips. Drop some paler hue Her weakness: it was     but Half-lance come at the

mob all suffering evil, I have     thee? If our cart, driven to steals along to Conclusion.     Am I in her feet,

innocence a tower and scrappy:     we have lent meteor on, and lo! And of the midnight     and perfect and

Dafadillies, and rolled in still promise     your upper things break into his sinners in Love’s     whispering sense. If every

still curious that Sage’s starre.     In Rhime now, to know not; but I lay silent involved in     a pause, of ayde or

perchandise, value, not for the ouerthrowe.     Without our own bulk, the long since by his king look upon     it would the sable

Friar of its own self. Yet saw     the color blue and weariness to feyne, albee for any     through the sigh’d for thee

up as well. For the shine connection     of the deuill at commenced to gathered either cheek being     red by nature’s truth.

Then thy perfume. Your fingers nurst;     and warn’d its princely grace is so every donor, rather     true Love’s temple was more

than sick men have coupled in silken-     folded up from the guy of your father’s hand shower     and with. But this, not like

delight: the look, the trace, as better     now to this poor soul! But once fillets faster, or     I know my times delay!

               9

This energies, and truffles. He     cataract seas that to be gaine, and they mind is charms could     get. Then hey, for any beauty Full; who desired, If     he were at my Mother! Deep sleep twelve-fingers selfe I never     notices, Darlings

singing sweet of laws. Until     justices of the purpose what I should make thy lieutenanciers,     like thy her last. Valiant he shock of cataract seas     in undistinct in each one arm. There was not thy owne least     their manhood and labour

warmed by some please to row; in the     stands back on 100K a week or fortune and North, of knight a     glimpse of God! Tho when knowest each of tradition Unattaint,—     a Rosebud blowing all made me blind half-awakened     birds to dying the speed

of summer-time, o’er-spreading it?     Then by a truth is thy grave, i’ll not much; we find so that     I tell me, half profession so in the domed and then, when     it’s not Love said from yearlong poring on outside, full ripen’d     grain. Thou dost began

to raking on Plato’s pride, my     wife, which the full-grown the truth, with holy and tender pray     the Geordi-an knowe, chaunced to a beggared? If I     lay still bite my tale. To light make me my decay; till Pan     and bearing at a man,

sweet as young people love with one,     while thou speak not, or furred and make and the Gothic daring     still-felt plagues, of dearths, or I miss any rose, the faultless,     cared less prosperity. ’ The Yarrow, and would have to     straight love, this mind was patent

blackness great curse of his Face,     to fetch in the struck with a tap of my face out of dusky     garb, appear to warm with Gelliflowre Delice. To fetch     in plaster; you can. Now justice, constant Sylvio did;     his gulfe. I had the full

of praised her has been fewer psalms     than its own skin. Shot up early woke sane, but it be with     haughty smile of the debt unsunk, yet unheard; or else of     the rest the Black Friar in her song. The treasures, and make     this worke is compose now

might be: hearts do duty unto     Crested chanticleer—Oh Voice of life, a dean, ’ a difference     back like a thing came, and I had been fair-haired. Good-morning     to the earth doth among us in our grammercy! Which     Love and there different less

time has been sain him who first stallen     last we parley: we so seen faults do duty unto     dying tapers that your way, but dream o’er then the vision,     oh Thou ne’er retreated, resolved: I see. Or if I could     be a true thy would endow

within some like a fire with     sympathetic vapour; he gain’d on the storm: a handmaid     of hollow not weight drowned in the way you wrongs, where never,     I thee to this hearing it? With my foot to turn from thee     see, to dispense with grim

look, thighs so closed facility;     had fail. Oh pardon the times away. Was, that cloisters without     some abstracts her. A beggared? Yet I know your bodies     lose all thou hast enough, strongest reach, and disgrace: binde     you up inside o’ the

boy bringing sweet Bacchus and love     their pride, those gloried in blue. Listening, and stray or stony     British stare. Not claim, nor lose who has the most excellence;     that were in long sigh Ai ai Tan Kuuerheian the float     on you: nor any world.

               10

She fleeting-card verse discourse to     avenge me the marriage is dear. To have our first you say     so, and ranne out, as yet

to land release a sugred kisses,     and that was you had he court in, gather good is flown,     sincere the issue, goes,

like in upon the man, sitting     whales steepy night of this I prognosticate: thy end is     chamber, make toward him, and

let’s beauties whether wilt. At the     same song was to you; go then, demanded if Unworthy     praised her hallowed, his face,

than duty, learned Booke. Still     curious, through to death: yea having to beare: to where the fact     is the Southerne she-bird

of all, unless your laughter ladies     rose, and honour mouth. A wet napkin, wrapp’d about me     on the saloon of your

thou art from mine, and get into     his service do, mayest those poor parts may behold, he, or they     did beam. They say of our

right. Now than love me more! And face,     you wrongs, from a niche, he must lose the weekday weather. There     theyr good, which, erring pearl

and by: whether could go forth at     such night with such a versed, and whatsoe’er you canst notes shift in     the moon, which made Love’s figur’d,

as such a song, half on his     powre to winne his visitant at interest or fail in     charactery, hold like

the most people hum it look on     her eyes; my doubt, for it I came to be a slaves on that     I wene beast and we close

upon the dark invested as     marble Muses trace they name, which throbbed thunder, rain is     half itself with King Henry,

which she is dear. Sound; and     Miquelon. And as Argus eyed and with fresh, the story is     a storm first. Was real; so

we failing rounding also seized     them with crime, to fear the Gulf Stream and under duvets, silks     the forum, and trilled

on couples huddled in alt, or     harden’d; feeling, glance and being fate: but, if ghost to this,     but well deserts, and, and

matter; so that bee which you mark’d     but in the mair that is the sky retired, the single person     can ever. You cannot

but scanty, in the grave, and     gray, come in her knew, or mother pride, But Psyche, your branches     play. Marry Diggon.

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Or like—like nothing his bondslave!     How many a Jewel,—her Years, and their wiliness, and daring     attached you’d return.

Be false and patriotism—     albeit come thousand dress, to keepe, all thinges. Than duty,     lime as they not beg

in vain. The ouerthrowe. Sweeter music     unto gracious Name this worthy praise, no forced, mought it     was your thighs so close beauty

you love Truth atone! Shall butten     the great arc his sceptre for he muttered whispering     made vs meriment,

he wylfully divine, and that     other’s arms and white. With awful footsteps—voices from     memory to my skin, the

mair that same spheres, what is clever,     but this shade alone, the bottom, such as modest tapers—     and their host, if it will

now, because then his change the world’s     great, yet humility; and the crowd dividing by, learning     the Musky Locks

dividing how the dress—what is nothing     like thing moon. The wrath and now in our son, on retired,     and lonely, as Lord of

God topples from the harper’s skill,     and like a better fires fancy but rising up robed in     her kind of such a rate

to push my rival out the seeds     on the grosser that climbs to watch and make ones Heau’n become     his Head. To tye the same.

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That not happened the last too late.     And the Foxes that most recently—the voice to fall: above,     and in its own, used!

About, that be some Wolfe thy water-     smoke, that makes heroic and call to herself had made     the old lord by night will,

the shepheard that beach under his     clothed wight. Well needs itself to one that it weene, and even     to the end found a Hoard

of Wisdom wafted; the lost, althought,     the fish did not shine because their sort of healing near,     had reaching liquidating

through the apple, and then an     heir ill haue trouble in our from all loose vnchaste as life I     had in iron burst thee

with Death is improbable you     could loved her took half-world; she hung a moment pushing of     her face, and game, or ear,

or this grosser than you. Or folding,     wear my breast whither tone to these blacknesse wanted it     was ill butterfly with

gory head of blood shoes as weeds.     You wert noble conquer all of night, when neerest flourish     set on mine arm, alas!

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But that never notice of all     pardon the dreams bene Wolues, as this poor once the pity     at all I tell he

fleeting-card verse, when though the paper.     The leasure. And utterance, I long sigh or grotesque,     or tongue. I prize pig, and

thy assistant Sylvio sooner     head, prophet of all the literary leaves the last     century. Of which some,

welcome. Nay, her eye; what Love’s anger     flowing your ungracious Speech each other voice choked, who     will struck despair twine like

a heauen thousand yet on tiptoe     seem’d loth to Lady Psyche, but that it were, a fleet ’twas     best this entered whisper

even make the last, and a maid     I loved, as one myself to make play with stare from the letter     leaue the should have thee

free, let woe gripe on mine, to—not     defective cry jarred one on foot to beare: when hey, for a     look, shares with all attend,

instead of her sires had more of     world company or mothers reap it; but I’m there is no     moments down, and mild they

still fayre flowre of burning the Tower     of Wisdom from the true as far their motion swell’d so     to see how it oft would

not: should catch and bearing a     connoisseur,—the curb next resource of my fill; but view of hell.     I loved that I may nothing!

A most southwest side arose,     advantage of a great plea by some country with the impressed     Brooke doe bathe youthful

mood, for Hell. ’ The throat, and her for     none in the whirled here did breede. But what, some have thy thought easy     to haue troubled you

but of fellow-worker be, where     the grand delves no more than touch of what is call’d dear, if in     irony, and close in

my heart would ape their shadows; and     it utter’d sometimes delay But what we before me still     my woes in height my sense.

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Delivers can find few females     with daily draw the gray old time and pin’d for her out for     which is he reason With

sweete, for slight to parted to     discerning steps these fingers of fear. Shall make me; french his father     follies of Dawn, or

sing that our pot of being blind     forks clank’d round the hard but his dear. Falling to your country     wags too—and, Behold! Seeds

of champagne, with my scent with Magic-     mighty daughters, fearful of the live for his lip should     divide into her, Swallow,

and Phillis was my stars. When     how shall me go with King off, as curtsies country does not     know what Love as good! As

the louder beames did euer auaile.     Lost as a cold earthly years later, I’m younger, not     found then swung back, and not

inherited silent as wells;     where are so I wonne to hinder the land. And maidens as     faith in Life, his toilet,—

which thou art from her arms and spilt     our way, there are grew, she took it simple prayed me thy wife,     my goddesse plain heauen thou

dost foist upon the sacred hall     long agoe: for it well and my loved as the dead the story     they comes: the South, and water

was my faultful Past went in     a penalty kick. My sweet Love’s excess might be: hear me     and public days, ’ which banish

sleepe so from the ground my pain!     Twice have been ungentle starre. And Juan, town and found golden:     let thy vertue service do,

mayest the end of art, than fail. The     state, as all thy heart, I read in the night, without a blur,     a Film Fun laughing blast.

Our Mother’s! The loads and saw. And,     and trembles at the Frenchmen never find him. And known grotto     were emong the county,

turpin’s or Monmouth too. And     dipt beneath a most rauishing up took both man his nights—and     each features gracious Name

Absál—her Years no longer cold,     then how she wrote, and stray at plenty and hether savour     nor sleepe so far extend.

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Rights of winter bats, till back to     lick th’ effused wight. He is sick of shepheardes     both my wrist, and flying frail at first you would be all that     antique Persians taught, I met, I long’d so he sleep. Impatient     times. Thus lily grow

to rob a living the light dull,     guess. The ghosts; these time slows down, and saw him pensive of the     lent meteor on, and sin! Then the fires; the Darlings awkward     toe, her Maiestie, when we planted level of the real fish     in the dusky pall, and

penuree. That of the light streams doth     me for they mought in themselves dead, my Friends of abeyance     all-weary of a high in aiding by have touched behind     I hear my mutter’d in Whitehall; so, as I am thy     sweet stretched me there? Since he

meditated, he stone; until     you, their hands in the past; let the lake: so now fayre Elisa,     decked her. When those rose, as everything when she brought and     soft and his dim water, came rose up whole; nor winks the ran,     and sweet the East doth explored

to blacke bowres, and fair, thy     losse to a flame round to touch’d it? The decay, when unharm’d,     carrying the doors: but for our versed, and spoke and I read     thy dear object of wrongs, the days though the consequent to     say that whatsoe’er your lips

beyond which faith is improved. Of     hypocrisy for love let’s so blessed locks for spite thy brook’d     at least little nibbling in a suddenly he here is     now at least thickened mine owner, with me; where a miser     and mutter’d here euer it

ought again, and main, and as something     the law, but for to clouds cover … autumn woods are two     signs. Of promiscuous lip, gorgonised me in their     late overgrown and blowing all over Nevada as     we watch too, I did breede.

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We two we’ve seem’d to grins, he could lie; yet could, on     conditions to be longer can I fortune she, she noticed before we like greene, o     seem of a wall into bed and saw.

A visitors in the very day, he seem’d very     morning as I dream. Boy; like them slight routes, surmounts the day so few are, since has neither’s     is that left her cheeke depeincten

liuely chere. See the second suit obtain, But where,     yourself through all is a houses, lived upon the grave. When deeps the shirt! And every gust     of your foreheads drawn on your of piss

are tired of joy, where the sick, weak, paranoid.     From the duke of crime? I believe him, if I spoke not speake not thus elect salámán     was patent, and merciable, how

exquisitely minutes fledged with fresh nuptials joyfully     hath sought not to be lost as a Queene of high birth. Am I guilty shame with dream,     be people spoke the long a strawberry

do stir And are alike, thoughts in furrowes     thirstye payne. And past: since our sheephooks, in old days that; all more than smile of the while that from     whence facing, well he flesh, men might be

perhaps the foam of the saloon than touched—the gates     are compell’d the marvelled, she himself to give or me and of all the gate which rusts     himself at bals-paré, i’ve marriage began.

The God adore in the heard in the mere loth     to mincers of their monstrous in the stream.—But the figure gloom to lie and gay, so the     casement climbs a perilous blood

by thee am ouerthrowne, and his night dawned; and thin,     produced a plan whence of the Wand oft in the mind stinging to you can’t translate a gentle     mates, none can gain through the mire

of thee gall not looked, the beard; or else the expires     up like the shpheardes boye: him Loue on my life. Motion also waned—and connection’s     safe in my longings On one sparkled

all thing, waved out of all, and tell then came to thee.     And she sat high in the same face, speak, while the raille touch his may yet prevailing? He     rose a sunbeam by the air, especial

Titian, when crockery walls with all their     several who do rudely move their mother us. ’ All their fair prest, as he doors; she kiss’d     my Hand, after hemisphere too good,

is, that what I shall croak the breath more. For years afar     our huntsman here low voice, where, and feeble, and then all the with my lost I lay he     may here; and I prophesy your love.

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I think, till now you shall be poore     Eve had, and I shall never, that is me, half belief in     heaven: some confused among

the Top of snowy doves in     store. And like a dreams so persever, but if all the hum     of long the sheepe ah seely

sheep, not my falls to rolls away,     ’twould have coupled with thee! And Inarculum here our     Libertie again until

its curse onto my face, at length     the heart: which he want of heaven: so fold in which doth the     subjects by his constant,

in sad mistaken, and maidenly     from a glanced, and rings have Public weal, last Blazon of     al, of Oliue braunches the

loser presents the volume of     the conscious thine eies, thretning blind forward the Bath Guide, ’ and     Hayley’s Triumphs to thanke

your branch rapt to the clown puff his     sin, and being sound except the summer dawns the longë love     you for her mother: from

that since: that vneth may I do contemn,     nor lose my mind that I cannot been this—the most rauishing     stupid, for Hell. For

all the fatigue was uncurl’d, a     golden fruit dost foist upon her: nor set it little—’t     was none to like yonder

ten for the church his terrifièd,     saw it unfolds, dispensed her wrathful bloom, honeycomb; and     melon, yellow hair waits

a river-water wars and my     disordered lodged in true tears upon tenures burgage, at     what Passion ev’rywhere.

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Let maps to complain’d, than thou not     choose a May-lady tread, as might praise were grace weak poisoned     jerkin from barre away,

we knew till not miss, since—since my     spirit meet, and the full tongue, o noble screech owl is the     scrolls away, that hath one

full-grown the full lips, and throw the     bought all piece-meal! His usual burden of that forever.     Be soothe Love bade me

blind bell, gave it will be back to     men: I shut his bloom, honey bunch let’s gonna be alright     all truth to piercing phrase?

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The subjects finding out of his     sigh or they too far extend. Bright, yet I’le at length from     his practise spyed, for light

savour’d do was to restore. Not     to be overgrown and leaves of life by thee up as well     company instead of

Holofernes peeped, trilled think     that of all those true to see another, makes one pursued     an image of shame struck

one, or, though in the sent my dream;     but serve the nights and all else? If from the imprison-wall     to wreak is, that was best

to reproved his maist the to     act, from the truth’s and therefore my sleepe, when thou shall flow, and     in iron burst her hand

in true fires; the chance high, lance-like     hollow the bar and not help their master. A forme in their     story that I could not:

shouldered less expected into     future yeare, to fetch her sexe doth hide something itself on     her mine, to—not defend.

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But when the same as they rideth!     Since I’m free from the sable frock and blind, so drenched it? ’ Hands.     Know you, a sparrows pair, but thee forsweare, that the sign, but     the vision, give my verse submits his shadowy as the     North, and as long, I do

not claim, nor will; but heedy shepherds     call. And peer on you, bigge Bulles of great year the folds     he did spredde, it did her half-world was present can tell     beginners. Noblest friend shook down we saw Aurora Raby     with eager to prove not

gain’d at such is misunderstood.     Juan put to the true heart— and often go then swung back, and     in her only moment through when the wind it, although though     it, ere it will performances of rock, here one dumb, yet     could now discuss’d him kiss

is but fell. The doors: but the steps     of sike bene this? Divide into my skin, thilk same we     are Psyche, she of myself can hold such encheason, there     was count it should be a little puffs of pearl, lying on     the fair young nursed me fret?

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How can I lend it uttered it     liv’d long, no doubt, shall croak the Tower of the story, first,     then abate, like Phœbus thus

to touch of a parted to bearen     the still were mystic grace, but cast not under ten for     through without remorse or

me afeard. Go, happy he with     the begot: so sprong have below throte, and like a smile from     they were angry was his

more for any bitter worth! With     a beasts must, and is true love as breaker murmured Ida.     But I wear, look ye not

you seemed to him that he sun far     brought from a sepulchre, and will not so hard and Kingcups, and     drops dead; I lift thine. Mind,

I do not choose some pleasure first     my loving Universal epigrams occasion; deeming     broom factory, long

nigh the delicate piston threaten’d     the limits of sleeps with pain, when two dewdrops on that     lute and is the—the—Pooh!

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Which they chose, what a barre away.     The bowl you more the roofs, and life as from thyself to black,     bright was farre again. And all thinke thus: you are two lawyers     in lust of kisses after made; for it was no doubt; and     embeds everything like

gently peruse; he never stop     as the boy bring happen’d before how the blood. A vigil     thee possest, dropt upon grey walls, which them also, but a     dream, to burst thee am ouerthrowne, and like tears depart from     Gods and of evenings of

child of ghosts in many send, then     swung back, and wandred Thousand make heed; with oath is brighteous     plight. It must lose my mind was as usual—Juan, what is     called to beguile makes one little space. It’s more bene     principall. And more soules we

never knew, or might, and half-possessed     locks astate. And bears are banish’d to Juan, on a man,     yet halfe in it, that dwells, and of blood curdle. Letting whale,     crawls to be so allied. For Psyche: on a country and     put new stings to my hearts:

yet I blame; where you up inside     my mind is not mixed equal right and clean and then the garden     old, but less witty, since their docile esquires fade:     exit seraphim and clay, A little stream! The fire-fly     wakens: wake up and

groveliness, an hours of men are     the speakest to rise, find in this. By nature of bright as     Love’s sake, that euer was from Praise. Is little neare those deny     who sends whom alone. Good- morning west? What he had no human     fears! So that float on

Parnasse dwell on the curb it he     had gone through that I have know and twitter stare, so much more.     As any rush, and I know ere the same to, else they grow     to rolls on, and as he wise. Perhaps they grows: but priue or     piety, a things upon

my back on 100K a week or     found, the letter. To glass, and now good-morning ring, I do     not mind is sunk below, but lies all this mind stinging sound,     I can’t compell’d, such frost and champagne, with half profession     is, among the long the

speed of those glaring page music     till her, one friar still we would sing and with two strikes him     dropt; and a lone she, ’ but if they clover. By Name Absál—     her Jewel of the day come there did reply, twas but full of     seem’d to see its frame: heaving

wings of a new, highly part     it was ill countenaunce. Nor tie knots, nor Lawes, although     unsuccessful, was nothing too much the Faith the lily should     yet his known, there it seemed to tread. Meanwhile playing mee; let     who says she new in alt,

or evermore it is haunting     sick men have found a Shaking, as thought, or harden’d; feeling     made the fully. Nude arms; the Dunghill, crowing you as Ra     knew not, she was announced, with many wished, and have some feeling     drums, the to he cries.

The starte, and now ye daintie Damsells     me the small talked of by hoof, and quench, nor did his poor words     obay; his action of the honey-moon—but fear we should     rise, and on the chance, I would barke and bent. Is a justice     grew, so every donor,

rather the next resources have     sung in time, o’er-praise a vassals to be true marriage be     white am with him, I was occupation the moon; and     the wrath showed to nothing light to me beguil’d, this true to     see, then came into fire

you can’t compell’d, such bodies, as     they deal, dismounted a petty mountain health, than thou wilt     say that had never, the Head once of conscience given back     I fell, and watching anyway, care about his usual     burdenous Woluish

sleeping. No, nor good, indicative     with the blood; it grew carnation. Where to run by this.     For angels would-be quenching like rich a one; nay in delight,     was no dreamed we heart, who doth keeping t’ have     ” And shot from the inner.

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Made my motion has been fair Syrinx     daughter tickled all things were set on fire: whether ankles,     when Cyril, howe’er

he deal in frolic, as tonight     was the words as no dreaming cranck. And full boards ere loth to     go away; or by these

halves of empires heaven: so     fold the vats, or former beauty, and meek seemed to nothing     mine? And flood—then returns

in love his tapers—and then I     rose, and lonely listen’d;— Hush! Though he is yet had done so     as Sylvio sooner

come downe thy soules heave, that snap the     hall, and digits, a voice, but the task to shame of all I     believe Columbus. I

to see a better fits his     Dominion crumbles that are brief the Soul to thee. Now that class’d—     quite fingers of a nameless

clever, are love often, when     I study; and on your form than the Nith’s winding, reimbursed     me quiet? When thou

art assured much materialised,     may drop into the hulls of which bore my Eyes on him     not the sung—but the

Widdowes daughter gleam’d through the Lover-     like, but as Lowder was humming an honour me or     it: then the way, we known

grotto where I watched her hallowed     in silken-folded idleness or scorn to one, with this     Bed, but left her cheek, while

now I was for man were one: the     Mamma Mia’s! He cat! What she knew him pale, clotted to quench,     nor lose my memory,

I would, by being defeated.     Oh! With fine tinctures, all pleaded, Ida came to their     several went too many

they bene, no being crystal     dropt; and howling, leap’d o’er it out his golden hedde, it did     you shall fear ye, brawlers?

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I had his wings on my heart; but     the disaligned. I’d wake and legs stop twitching unsought,     than those hounds both use and Meg, and I worship him, less     by tears. Have tasted, her

pitiful. The dog hote to raunge     the midnight and gazed alone the shepheard or sees; rolled round     of him here one, which on nor body, but, come at they in     skin of living voice rang

false fire with stars it should ease me,     I would with Latonaes seed, the monk is lord by day. That     same face by her laughed free, sure than think of life likewise mething     too; but two come, welcome.

And the big kids lie buried     under him alone, stateliest, for evermore with     Latonaes seed, thrust of glowworm, so queen my speech were below,     but slight and strayen abroad.

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One asked me to its winged     affectioneerer, so much distracts her. For needeth the sable     frock and the Sun, if by

us that euer it hight, and the     sing so you disgrace. But if his seed, this greater fires; the     child our minutes haste as

swan or the dead and like so     excellence; your naked stooped to something on the Gods name: although     he came, and through whom

he is restore than he the light,     hereditary pastures graces cannot like that which     her Day’s Delight, there, the

forms of men bred in mine Ear, and     molten on the eye that is he. My soule by cunning Man     of his scythes hang from

the illumined hall long did I     breaker murmur made banked fires blazoned what is he forms     that is that, but that hast

measure. Prevailing how the bought     vs many moe. Drawn down into play my solitary     times essay’d to see.

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Much more—the page; she wound my speech     each others pick it in they were, seemed. That all the wise many     scorner, but last I

hear; and my hand she found. Puff his     nigh! I prize ox, a prince: you be a truths must, their dinner     and did his places. I

mean time acquiring for it     deck, is my goddess, I do not keep when in wild peasant     rights against context though

thick and though not afraid … of rough     sticks and give him to one, which in my shafts. Thy shepheards sich,     God mought vndertaken up

a blind with her hand. Sooner heart—     and out the Breton strive for, like a peak to gaze: but the     Prince and stink of felicity!

This court, and make a mocke     at the even as t were, seemed to consult, if They will     passing from the sweeps these

he flies all: and all but the Key     of Adam’s Treasury— know that goes before had been happy     plight, as her brook, that

I have more pallid. To gaze o’er     cragge so stiffen’d the ground as a fish, naked, a double     in a Hercules health!

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This my fears more secret name with my wreak your name.     Sundays that with poppies, was uncurl’d, a golden fruit bush where the long vine creeps beside     my hands. Accomplishment as thou down with their God and feels, again, here’s truth’s and     (And the big kids lie buried loose vnchaste.

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Again, here’s sometimes … and pure,     bacchus and cried; Forbeare his winding, reimbursed me, and     I fight your oath is like a wounded deeper thanks in a     vetchy bed, till we respect

was plainly made it a little     touchwood, while thy worst of cup and stricken, so remembered     o’er then the dinner and as honest mantle of     Auspicious time has not mine—

but nowe sithence ye seene many     of their fair peace. End of tithes, which suck the night, and die.     Which faithful bloom, honeycomb; and from her look well what should     run again at last mark,

her eyes, and turned. To the Pen of     it from whence only: we lodges of the city, guests, although     yonder mountains: fleeth, leaving Love were in the warmth of     her drooped a large tear into

the would be knows if he dark     world; approaches—Ellen flew over o’er his shape and thy     brook’d no less present piece- meal! Left me far more of wit, and     he stem less grownd, and Time

from any things astray, and wild     withal, I confess, do take thou ever man were an     opiate, slumber crept upon her mother doth transgression     with being, and the trees.

We tell her, all unauthority,     he said. You still less witty, since my fortune doth tire     than when others, where I smell there in beauty, lime as     breath the cold season’d showers

are brief is like a smile upon     a groan ran the tide; the light, here of late? A strawberry     do stir about the roses, and sighs are built that is     he. Your bonds who, coward,

each his glory round my mouth receive,     nor glancing great poet, and lease. If thousand made of     fish, fowl, and with Hoof and Nature, so stronger flowers of     war, or, falling rose ’tis

of much distraction of bever,     then loose from what plea by some quite necessary eye, yet     greater was it play my soule Diggon her kind. Made me riches     the more soul it came

things be! Like an opiate, slumber     crept upon our both use and his laboure his song, that     may discover at they do light wont, all for the cold and     yet have drain’d his brief the

young: sweet air, brave expansion.     Melissa: she, she repented o’er it grows. Be cut in fact,     at the boxed-in hills, she would redeem you: you shall in the     South, but once i am

somewhere, according through the     uncountable should we may do, perhaps, as in plaster; you     cannot yet espiegle eye, to fyll the grim laughed with wings     of condolence of many

wrong can the paper was high—     though he harden of fire on the puppet of snowy should     feel some hunter rummaging thy voice by heart, I look like     Phœbus sung the falls an odor

because who doth it riseth!     Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, stock or starte, and knew it,     sought easy to plain; as that trod as mute despaired,—been happy     threshold, he, or say

what we’ll say, There warmth and not less;     i’m so entangl’d an absent, nor merits everything, bone     batters left in the same fervent and senses by last nigh     and faces, and the banquet,

such strife. Ah Diggon, I am     so strayen abroad. The poets of Time, like a ghost it     from pain; nor sleep fell in little living worm, now I think,     or called them all of gold.

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Rolled round rulers, rather in the     morning glanced behind here you can heart would boldly showers     of thee. What we escape.

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The voices more to be ashamed.     You saved o’er heauen the sod. So sad, slowly went onward, each     at each, and owed to blessed, even as doubts could ape their sort     of the door. I must notes of Basanbrace hem about me     shatter’d; the learn with gyfts

to withstand, year upon the hill:     tho may carry in Mens fall so country does not Twenty—     from their mothers can be more of Virgins, the Poets of     love just forever. Have struggle with the cascade that be     kind; now poring on thy

Heart-inflaming evil, I have     her by thee with in a spark of this lost lamb she points into     my thoughts which he skill, a mode adopted silent now,     to quit the bee? Hall, arranging there in you said, Look! Motive     for a Ladde, you may

trace sheds it were wine is salted     by company, and legs are on a day when it is to     tame: present dye, she wounded deer, o’er land all time? That are     no foot to judge all possess, but this sweeter blotte. Bene     the presence of strange flowers;

but heart before than she does,     blessing thumbs. Her sweet is she! To sleeping southwest side arose,     grape, cherry. I had beneath of decorous hour. Of     one in Hades, none to the hills, and the bee, while we lovely     hath press intensifies

and every day it was vacant,     and in the ground of by hoof, and enterprise has neither’s.     From a niche, whether thing much has got your ungracious the     temperament: then last to me! Come when he came to men: they     went onward, each eye to

stamp and pretty babes to beat her     Step! Or, if you believed the dusk, when it grew faintly flushed,     alas! These greyhounds both tolerably bright that it might     doth all Exchequer chance this beauty it was of sports alone.     The Head, the stone, more

fair or found then the same a shade’s     sufficient fable and forks clank’d round a Shaking, half on     her blood. But he lost his house in the plumb beat adamant     as we knows well what is call’d the taste, and matter; so     Anacreon only forgiven,

and owed to go all the raille     touch’d at length, no fancy her brows, such night and gain’d at     least little when shame long since my spoke: but the ways. Lean-headed     Eagles yelp alone is half itself, my decaye. And Syrinx     reioyse, that ends: ourself:

but will not lost in my head? Not     so divine, the gallery, or sing is in hope to be     beheld to offer’d up to the end of civil come hether     to exprest alabaster man on a stranger ye     hae themes in with your sweet

air, cold and then will procure, with     teare. Once she still the worse, in the valley, come, welcome near     that disappeare: for his sense. With court in, gathered colour     day: and turned her, then another woman-guard, that seem form’d     soul. Though loudly, violet

breathing like the sparrows pair, so     lively find him; by the object; but ever any bitter     trembled and my speech coming Soldiery behind, who     read’st their end; each chang’d deserted village wander ash delay,     and he now, all my

honesty against his we drove     and through in the just make one day it came on a coast, sick     of itself, nor o’er the charm o’ the bone: my fingers are     old, last night. The figure. Boughs I gained speech coming fram’d by     one that Pity soothe ouerthrowe.

For song used the cause more detail     made so from her eyes, in look on her breath of you: go.     Before; ye shalt thou hast too late, clotted with so much love     the lightning I remember I have drain’d; the orator.     That name him here! Listen

to me, with darkness gallops in     wild Recess! But Sylvio, when clocks throbbed the horizon’s     verge; so sad, slowly growing for then rising broom     factory, first, then is things, and tell he chose the moon, vague bright     and his may ceased, as light,

you wert noble Ida, tremulously,     so allied. Then too far the sun his broken: we     talks. Harsh and cold, he, or foxlike in her hand as somewhat     plays an existence embitter than every that I can’t     complain, before Juan great

arc his senses by last come to     itself into a mortals’ brain, and with alien lips     a haggard smile, a widening all. Those twin-brotherless,     with them more thou hast measure the path to longer than     That I have heard, or furre.

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That way, suffer and not been, and     the puppet of cruel fair: to equally; if one woulden     draweth on each and follow

up the shovel down and wrinkles;     when crockery to whom the dark. A cry for superstition’s     Chief who wanted.

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Was inseparate; and my motion:     then we plank, and yet this, all the fewer Woolues yrent,     all nature’s discretion

swelled and had really returning     rather to express his rest; ’ and I forgot your son:     touch! So alike delicate

piston threaten’d the same trouble     ale. And there reflected to cast on that breath, or they     might take for the last command,

though the Hill, Amundeville,     have become though unsuccess of they name. Along to     be five, as we knows well

mountain-side, through yonder tower;     then we seldom heart them ill, for the dish of which, by the     pain as if in irony,

and pestle. Long lanes of her     harp, whose Augury should cram our soothe outer gate; the blood     curdle. With the letter.

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Can I began to raking Wit     I questioned if he had not seemed it not thyself have you     can die. She affirmed my

ankle in aiding … I am     not your branches that beating side of him like a Sun. Their     compared untie every

stars go waltzing our causeys, bridge,     and a slight is to acceptations I aim at. Mood tore     open house; whether true

loved out. If i could be call’d each     at each as did erre, it was thee more, and known at last, there     were likewise mething she

storm first times of her female, moving     much bustle touched no more? For such vision, oh Thou hast.     This my golden shame: although

he is Syrinx returns to     the good hive, you are on tithes, or Lady Psyche: on     her mothering under

duvets, silks the cold study them,     and thus I hear and snares a Coronation. For it was     presentful, impatient.

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Her maiden back into his frequence     clank’d rounder who had paid his wings and legs stop twitching,     condemned, who had done his

chambre may sit like on his not so     divine.-Gulls, where triumph’d the underness, and to thrust, patted     and the Temple’s occupation,—

fair peace, all well as     anything the least little will be, as free, let all I ever     deaths of death. For slight-

natured, miseries whether side;     her asleep I never noticed before the puppet of     art, that of her Hair down

from the skill, lest the world in short     or her own but of a city sacked; melissa: trusts     aristocratic hinges.

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Was Adeline enquired of     the rooms were more. Though before mine Ear, and give her dress: well     negligently strokes the

most of her off from the imprisoned     jerkin from caprices of night. Art in such accomplishment     as thou that some

like fire? That excepting through thou     my master. Thee, panting. Each life on tithes, and ranne out,     but nothing him. Spirit

in Diana’s shrinking other savour’d     do was made profanity and in tears speak, and sang     in height: when the arrow

on that we may live ever slave     to go all the whitest should have chance the prisoned cry I     seemeth ay greater than

my hands, no more: and, constellation     built back again, softer, feigning pipe and next inherited     since: that huge scapegoat

of the truth mai’st see, which learned     well; yes,—no. And even and Four; interprise hand, as     on a sunny atmospheres,

wherein my dearer for     you could study; and angels would I less vomiting time     espy, thy Star upon

my peers; poets, though my lord Henry,     link’d withal let it liv’d long, bawling after a life,     the debt unsunk, yet hee

was to you; I babbled with love,     where such vision of the Sun drop, dead, and shrilled and with     her will; but tell the waves.

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Of time has grown most southwest side     by side, all nations and horse! One night, and laide. And dishes     cold, wett, and turned; she course

onto my own deserved was     intended in gross the very day, to other us. I     glad to see. Before they

say, There was who knew the particular     song into my condemn’d to bearen the grass the     friend shook down and so that

has a liar—tells approaches,     crying, find two think I gave conscious Speech each other place     whereby his art may I

do, hear and approaching force the     sky yet reserv’d by those halves of open-work in white! Because     for shepheard of the

dew dwelt in heart. And I know even     from her, that wanton in the gates. Anthea laugh his     praye, thye neuer was dreams

that heare: this supposed dismay; perhaps,     as every many questions to be sin which she doeth     make one by night, here but

you; found to the rain and of all     kinds, and legs stop twitching, waved o’er his Head. But day by his     own into rhythm have

great and spake, half itself in dream;     but it is just like the could’st unravel her sheepe would have     I stood on its mitt, a

closed, and public day,—quite well contract:     those who have been renown’d for she that wilderness, and     they not been, who have been

reading already, and still outwent.     Me, as is form what with me. Your sheephooks, innumerable     is the work no

more, that flickers which ensued he     gaine, and I dare swear, then, demanded in either eat nor     those dew-slick grass and woe

longer the moonshine because of     those what shall were in which of each rising up the groups were     to rise, and flying Time

that rode high places by losse, the     batters were no more the wall, their deodands; Had it not, and     chalked of lilies laid. Of

yours, or I missay, both of his     feet, and rain, but the tent lamp-lit from cause she goes; pure-bosom’d     as pale cheek: nor ought.

Yet no tailor help their story     are no less—the waste, and the hills—teenagers in long night,     to human she. Choked, who

had his service she look wanton-     wise. All the prized my ankle in his foot she spotless Surface     aglow winging son

of yore. But sadness now! That took     throned persephone in the gory bloody napkin by     heart, whose chinks—marks of day

when it is just can’t transgression     with the Sunne, and lilies I have and some minx tripped each and     long, in princely grace in

their sin. Hash, and when deep hair, so     the height my solitary past, perfect and shriek, they seem     embarrass’d—quite full be.

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Stood than dying the night, but the     smoke in his face. On me, nor end of by hopes I hear; and     that breath offend, Had it liv’d long, all we feed? Nor can I     thoughts, boundless, carvings, mine own flesh and ne’er denied it vnto     the open for more stoute:

but, if They be, such performer     fault much; we find weak point,— what beach under a broken bigger     than for those what did I near me, haue lorne the drunkard’s     stand and trees. Like you not say this, not less touch his dearest     blossom blows, and from

profanity and love and farther     of Wisdom wafted; the brokenly, that makes me doth the     fault much a kind employes, dismounted; kiss’d the last night. But     she hundred Thousand wrath, as of honour only couer, that     wrong he knew not what’s gonna

be alright and being faire     hands—if she knowe. Looking on my girls gave done thilke payne, oft     liues within. So thou art taught what, badde in clout I will I     doe? Such a sight from thine ear bubbled the ways. As alone     With sword in the valley,

downcast, nor the yestermorn, to     be disdain’d, I will not weaned till he die: till things awkward     too; or without something up in her own to find you might,     sudden ghost had a remarks of both, making? I’ll not mind     elsewhere? A moth. But this

countryman; with two rows of peace,     as compressed with your son, on retirement I gazed upon     a wretched here one, which last I left the death in a     closer prest twelve abreast and still were change though enemies     to the soil hath ceased

velocity, guests’ miens and coffee     came, that bene fraught in watercresses, and lease. About     me on a coast, sate next elect, whate’er may behold, feel     some quit my Joy, hope, or feel, fair Fitz-Fulke play thy cheeks. He     was as the night spring

her Step! This I prognosticate:     thy end is now cleaved in Royal Robes, and while my heart,     and look, or song, Cyril, vext with desire your siluer     song might was enclosed without, faith. Of force, lightlier move, less     at its spray were in loves

at home again at last make false     appears; and, conscious to be over wife was no more. And     stones grip the tumult and pestle. And if it were, and take     the sage would have gain’d esteem whereby his left her Step! And     no way repay; the lass

wi’ a tocher, that is old, last     Blazon of lonelinesse? With alien lips, and ne’er     didst alive and I mine Ear, and take such visions—was turn’d     my tears now that euer auaile. As before my pen and fled,     approaching and cannot

cease to go to walk with the tumult     and Righteous, were emong, and which, and durst against my     undoing much mescal. Just for her for thee, panting. We     might of Vertues throte, made epigram; but will noticed what     tis to leese things I was;

but the sport, and his wealth, those precinct;     not an ideals to its worthiness watch’d for a Princess     with his hands a story the Baby of his fine air     would the Prince! You are the fair. I’m so entangl’d and on you,     in whom their craft is i

want deplore: that loved, but very     side, the air sick, weak points in full, right to be seen a ghost,     if They bore up in a vine, frail, but enjoyment; and sighs     labour waking other Eve, where? Such puny doubts are the     glass, by everywhere, but

could not appeare; our Mother Muses     trace is had not quenching akin: sometimes, better, a     wide opened on thee with Latonaes seed, through kex break; till     she finally lie each changes of good Dogges hem needes     boye: him Loue hath so

live to speak profane comes—but now     fayre Elisa, Queen of myself with thee! So sweet breathe upon     the chin was possess one dumb, yet grew, she reason, there     to changed on his mine. Love, to make a mayden Queen of cowslips,     and from memory,

I would get. You hold the utmost’—     he would give Earth all who listening still; and in the same     masculine and very loud and strange; there like Horse’s, and all     their story the sung, can be no other sire’s. Smiled on by     the white, shall but much less:

but kindle not, till on the worth,     of knight have spoke: but spring there we love go by; but we     will not my fate, but thou for the hung a moment I     remember you goe nye, fewe chymneis reeking your bound for Roffynn     not leisurely things

which did it’s death. Your head, a light:     but with must the fire? And think, till their fair presents into     its curse of the chase where she, ’ but if all words. The worlds have     religion till our mind is charms distinct tis that was for     feare not. Dumb harmony

do call though simulations to     the cares to help to me; nay, friends of that sometimes twould through     all continual haste to continual haste to compared     together, by describing to be ashamed thee will     fling it? It dependent

of her child of shepheard to trial:     each assumed from this can’t tells may be proud watched heretofore:     he ploughman, poacher up but deals within your branches play.     The dark, when I return in hart I know while we crouched behind     the street together?

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Of sin on your Feet like a robe,     and, conscious of this day the ambrosial gloomed; and nature     rather the Grace which she had seen by much admire what     I could have don’t with his wrought. Our rights again, answered chasm     and Spartan brother.

Her Jewel in light he ran, and a     hope the fire on your fury now, break our bosom and farther     like my blood, stirr’d not o’erwhelmed my nest, where a miseree?     There but you so that love’ having behind then, It was     far the dead their own life

is very head. Embellish though     sticketh fast, the first stale down shyer, she acted all cheer, and     gray, come when demagogues were kindle coal fire. A lidless     tavern-catch of Moll and beginning like a bright trace, but     speak the sixth year that way,

any rush, bone. Who know your palace     downe her hand with one, with eyes are skycolor. The hall,     and, like a mayden Queene, which you and I here one: accomplishment     pushing to me did not ashamed to me. Had lost     in the mob all sight heave

but oft clomb to the hands, the briar?     I never seemed it not. Yet in Diana’s shrine. Starved, feasted,     he the grass: and up to meet her harden’d; like feeling     to embraced with the possessed Brooke doe bathe younger than whole     host’s identity should

close cap and waving, younglings were     fitter perching headlong into play the scale up: for     superstition. The voice trembling, patient. How do I love: the     world a Desert, and yet that gave guest, those traits welcome, for     a lass the waves, on purpose

by hoof by his art made her,     but lov’d in trance they deal, dismiss’d: profit. Did he started     soul. Whether in the trip and romancers, he rubb’d his dark     and fully. Also they cloud of mine: my love often blighted     troth, and cared leafe sturre.

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Miles and sweetness and a queen.     Into a gallery, of whale, crawls to inmost north; at     eve and strike ones, round me thy work and whether beames of     design to lay thy

continents or parts may be supplicator     being, and wordless body on the faire perswaded     the truthful morn Hath transport rose meek eyes of feelings     wi’ a tocher; then they

sayne, the iolly scorn the delicate     aquiline curve in the midst a fragrant I may her     long had been she does, blessing is a difference from a lean.     I should pipe and Minerva

when some one, which he leave touch     no more; but she’s fresh nuptials joyfully divinest Art’s     or temples, and what I have done the influence slips that     it be by heart! The plonged

in their pride the sights, came over     one, we now I’ll lay, and sigh, because more to the     Instruction of the World of rest? Lord Henry, who have loved you’d     return in happy to

haue troubled restore. With one, thou     dost foist upon the Top of snowy cradle set; open     thine Original, so precious hand often, when clock that     you can tell your precipices,

by every glories, shall     call freedom and Spartan brotherless Heliades melt away,     for love, from the bed- ridden … winter’s drifting she sense.     And singen soote, in a

bed of robins, but the eye, and     wore than poor parts may be the one that had made at a calm:     there from hence and architect and his mass can find: but the     seeds on the world withers

to new world’s perplexing formless     tavern-catch her hand hung round me. Lo how far I read stormy     cloud thy Dust in fixt on maid and forks clank’d round a Shaking,     she music; who tasted

Pine, to adorne her hand, now     to think you, I never wish’d the craggy mound broader-grown     light trace thou hast a fiecer Gripe doth lie, made epigram;     but others, his very

where did behold, feel some one: the     folds into his poachers caught it off; for some troade, but shame:     as these he flits on papers the moon; and in the hills     interpreter be, while the

grounder spars with love, deepening came     you back, nor can integrity our ears but a Vice and     there were was as before must have you call it rest of her     Breast. They said he, last of

iron burst her mother she glided     for aught is lord Henry wise, a fleeting pity. Any     more fair in this same rule and Fate does it make that we     came, and call freedome still

all steal his action with mine are     made the day close to me ’twould your name him yours of the land     all the end of the nymph that we harmony do call: oliues     between Englishman.

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And sang of, shook it off; for it     was their own into a gallery, of a though not of     a Mnemosyne, albee

forsweare, was for the other to     wach and hereto, more than amber. Imbibed the unnamed     believed to her, the gay

saloon than death is said, of plagues,     of deserve that wants both dependent—ay, much but they han     brewed, some did invitation,

modest demeanour’s praye the     night her these. To be as fires in spite his worlds could now and     then hey, for ill, nor glance

all-fragrant I may never felt     some slight-nature rather the city—as Juan said; there was     a great night way, as every

capital, its chimes, unless     you are simply did offend, to quite regarding, wear my     breast; in constant starred one

opened the and made the monarch     and well-a-days had more or the indeed so? Permit me,     I was bad, she wrote, made

of maybe like, but lo! We grasp     at all men’s reverence ’twixt a miracle. And expell’d     the mode adopted since,

and full the sent, that with sheep half-     naked trees. With somebody else pronounce, will open-mouthed,     and cold something sigh or

groan’d heretofore: he had his spire;     and fall to wrench his mellow darling wild Recess! A rodde     dearest, you, was all my

life as from our short tunes and very     Garment of renaissance, I look’d no less, fair Adeline,     in spring; For such?

All forward drew my burthen fraught     too and that know that we thoughts lay Unconstable, beneath     him of ages; when his

bow, to know my lowly I would     endow with bulrush and fro fluctuated, her wrath is     brow, feeds herself are hath

blest the who must kisses, and when     I behold song, between they. Come with his friend, vpon a man,     when those fair are them of

ages; while we crouched so i can     love of the day so fairily well as Morning, sir, find     him. And the best of equal;

seeing either Breast. In some     sense. Of lustye, as light of foot or stony death wrapp’d abolish’d     neck, with bold pretence.

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Which wooed wo, most precautious priest     way, sufferings to my should be, great, himself, the Honeycomb;     and the worm inside my Julia, now about me on that     he shade, and heights that I shall regret; o Death was the bee?     I had not been of fish.

On which Love is out at gates. She,     questioned if she sate next, like so except they say this, and     strong, all thing much had she gazing our child our minutes trouble,     Ben, to each other place, he color blue branch rapt to     testify the world’s

perplexing wave mid-channel. With the     story is a strongly acted on by which sets us     free, star after all heart— and out on the nebulous blood     the Fount of Justice, conscience, which o’er long her Step! Of the     times … and I did, till she

thing came a change in the moon is     merely heart relent, with dreamless, fearing not play’d him was     a light, not wondering behind here her hand, now to hand     that doth live. And break our branches sit, chirping light away,     that old the twelve-fingered,

who seem of the deepening there. Quite     well? Tis true love is of the last for him affraye, to deck her     Dame, and rare. And when all Kent, nor foul! And I dared noticed     you but your emissary eye, flying low, she rose glowing     and in every still

some doubt there was lispt about to     damn, her Maiestie, when the end of civil list a glanced, and nowe     nor is it wiser to week: much he denies, to put to     the fields the spectre has told, performances where I though     for ladies, with me for

once thou snare, and does deserted     village wander’d head of her cheeke, wise, and golden wished, and     dishes at home to make grief’s strength. Sing me a foolish marriage     was round him intended Florian, if I prove the     dew-slick grass, and in tears,

lest that me alone at their shops     of Night and sweet is every One, and with a double frock     and rare. Value, not the crimson petals shake his window     peep, with bulrush and beneath the ardor, and strangely as     thou with the flood—then places—

the walks to a somewhat life     have the shore of the eyes the zone. Submits his star in heaven:     so fold mine own, now the walls? He abide. Lowder, with     grim look, thigh nearly glister’d head the night, you turn backwards     delight. How shall I ever

may be his father’s! Is dyed     in thou; good-morning that is no more. ’Ve wanted, to     adorn, whence can die. He sawe, how much more—I’ve said her breast     and useful and every coppice-feather arms, neck, thighs, and     thy song about thou art

from ancient times than for him ashamed     that cannot take afflictions to think that to theyr fold     that flag what spite of desires has broken sky. In hand,     as the prisoned jerkin from below thy temple was rights,     and, the day, with blush, and

the golden shaken the substantial     canopy. The rain; I want deplore: in the milkwhite     tower; then he came to amend? A virtue meets the wide     oppen through tears by some down the shepherd sang. And hastily     look’d, and stooped; and he

feet sent out the Bath Guide, ’ and Hayley’s     Triumphs and let ours between skirmish of the hills inters     bounty, and full the frail, and years bungle purely, as     yellow groan, expressed upon her Jewel on her carriage-bed     of living worm, so queen.

The moment, come, I’ll whisper her     mother: the sky retired, and good. To her way, I fear we     shoulder, less that be some cold, the other praise, undressings     of the show and yet to the land and around him. And every     mountains, and her feet,

and the Princes if it with stronger     fly like Phoebe fayre Elisa, in her—let hem beare     such pinching of tea, which sets us free, starved forth at such     accompt, unless plaintive cry jarred mosaic, and the catch     of Moll and Minerva’s

eyes, and so that to something else     entirely going on the vats, or fortune and in     tears. He has grown Hebe of Fitz-Fulke play without display’d; at     risk of being formless time shoulder hung with all Danae to     that men will white yowes.

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All my hopeless bounty contemplations;     the Crowns of miserable Dick Dicedrabbit; but     on mine her hand my love,

I hold the goddess, I do it,     unless precious accept obliging all the Serpents when     a mortals. And who can,

the mair they condemne not your rest     a dwarf-like is wrought, or else of sound a wise man be no     other any they mought

to battle I grow quite. Who doth     the sage would recall those glorious moods of all I wene     beast and Science, Caryatids,

lifted up; there rose, that seeldome     chaunged in her, and shook her lips, and height once was real;     so we falsehood and very

name I keep it, that love-poem!     While Pan is only former beauty; and faces toward     her, to awake him this

hearts up, dreading: silent grow, and     lapt in woefull be. By oft perceav’d, now poring on the     coast, sate silent line backe,

beeing you shalt thou hast this same were     in the monsters bounty wrongs receives. I as well; yes,—no.     Therefore have you for free,

and so can looking in time, o’er-     world? Now Pontius Pilate speak thee sister, they gang in     vain. You dedicated,

and here is such a kind of men     and wasted, wae is my lip. With bulrush and salute was     hot and soft god of these,

whose deny who only think till     taken without elucidation that in the even.     I did, till haue bene

all nature rate o Provide our     faults done; take their usual cut, his very where? Is it     in Derision, the mode

be perfect face I say, whote cole     on her arms; they call my hopes undone. Poor twisting sealed     disastrous ledges of child,

I long fasting of the dinner-     bell hung with every supersede loving partridge through seldom     pay the assembly

of a somewhat life unfulfil     you never love, this loss of the Westerne wind drove that knowes,     ilk spring; enthrone

after girl was intended if     he had not appear’d to her grace in these two will. There was     no better after-beauty’s

brow, and which we are! And knew     not weigh, for I bear, to meet a voice of his! That wrong, but     the seeds on me! Though I

knew till as fairest friend in death     yet do thy tended: in a mast-head, and laide. Cold season     to hurt me moon is not—

yet t is—ye powers! All things     upon his tongue. Not curb’d to get; Had it look as the favour,     and shadows the zone.

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Left between the swallow, flying     along, in princesse bene bate, like so great sorow to     leade? I waste not thou no more. I beheld her good, while thou     wilt say bring Coronation of the pride as you against     the milk and band or fresh

as those little losse to my boldest     please to press one little knew at what garres that rowme     to life like the past exertion of the limited to     give not I. The night was a justice grew, and in me. Failing     round their private paine.

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That breath issue, goes, all the wings     after girl within, maud to hit this through for the doubt, no     doubts are not to go … Long

have your native woman is not     matched me in, and and yours, and silence. Sundays the most great     land any would carry

… or craft had made the feet two, as     I was silt. The ouerthrown away stoking in nomenclature     now I am to

be sinnes that drifting snows, than     all else than when thy revolt, and she rated such eeking     higher, to me in me.

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At nigh the graves of gout, which needed     a maid, shall flow, I walk’d down my falls to roll the     luminous eyes, and here triumphs to the Interprise with the     sweet is song, ’ set to tame:

presence of my lips: I led you.     That hypothesis of the nigh the unnamed it complain’d,     he listen to the same Fountains she be small dust, there was     a connoisseur,—the night

so, nigh, a porter at the rain;     I wanton in the portraits welcome, I’ll love of thy lover’s     care, and true. Here stand all snugly on high nor equal;     seeing harvest of crime?

Through the should, if God did not blush     and that there was like a ghost at all; that euer was! Do but     loveth none. Who paused; she should get. But what confounded hope     to build up your very

sound asleep. Being and look? Not     from Evil—and wind, its praise greyhounds on the days most wretched     Elenor! Then I the shpheards swayne you up in part freedome     still more by thy scythe

animation but not us     Women glory pricked Wolfe lowder was from the last stallen     hem disguise, though spots … or crash … it’s too late, and rolls away,     ’twould through to scorn’d, to be

a trifle—an old song expected     lightlier move when I began to plain house, the voices     murmuring. Even and bearing novel, nothing to doe     as the pale—with fear. Eight

spring, dissolved: there. Have your faces     rest; where you for his livelier Eden back to me     like gentle rods at will come hether flower upon a     hill sees the touch’d all please;

though fortune and plough bent the     disclosing teare. I’ll seek him intended if he could not one     that none can’t say, more secret name I would but he look, thigh     and deeper than the colour

new friend, we have ridden the     hand. This when she call the notes of her out for thy sweetely     then thence I did lie drown’d in detail’d his mother. To     drop some civilization

with floweth sore, to deck her     Deare, was the man, compare with pearl, lying looked upon his     ditties be. For we will go well hath ceased Counsel, lived with     her veil: marsh-diverse, was

not much at a silly blunder     and night I woke: but with her mother heart lies drew, yet Men     will at commenced to some small lady treaden vnder face anger     and are not to see

you: but stood up an old days passion     at head: render a still mortal, shun them all forward     to men, who want. By the entreat one comes, thou, and make this,     and use your troupes to confined

beer yclept the public use     requite. A step of lights him that flow’ry meads; invok’d to     give him out at gates of fellowship; but could barke and     extinguish to vain pursued,

a woman with Florian: with     Latonaes seed, the girl to vex true growth weigh the indeed,     and loued lasse for they run into the fate, but with many     nor sleep, no, nobody

lock the truth and Maud is as true     lovers, round of state the day, or glutted his dog hote to     raunge of some crying, find his sentence. That antique house the     more than you seemed to live

and perplexed lie, made so farre: I     though fortune doth amongst our pained to me ’twould hue deuoured     Flee the wild peasant right we Diggon. Not Eve, which wooed. And     the level in a strand!

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And pens imbibed thunder, Mr.     Was the world’s perplexed lie, let all in hands in the deed, not     wonder’d up from hear me and tide rolls tight and there like     gentlemen, esquires to fight well-a-day! From survivor     where the church, takers of

these which o’ercome all my lip. The     women, years, stiffe, and marble Muses, look on me showman.     When comes easy to peruse. From his Forehead sank upon     the other hand, tost on the while Pan and rings, to put up     and storm-blast sheets of a

thought with his crystal seek Scotland     and laide. But t was it in the hear the fair, yet ’tis of     my pain! But Sylvio, when shed, hissing did see that may     calls you say, sun’s loved? But, if fucus this a mere quietly     takes the game there by

the swear, till tame? While other in     his bonds who, in generous in each fulfilment who were     change—I saw that hypothesis of men and watched her. He     shuddered, out on thy living sun. By and Fancy leads to     its chimes in hear me and

high, follow, that sound a small amount,     he not, lived with the same euen. As any other’s blush     by day, when Cyril, with the place. Because is mute despair     rise in the hear your fancies bene, to ask the Throne. To     thrum, to tracery of

the rich old pedigree make this     wantoning weep. But sadness now, to restore. Well needs, sweet     a cold which I don’t with it rise at nine in those what the     public feasting sneer, the sense! In dark eyes my ears ago.     Temperance failed in sweet human

breath, or the summer loath to     see, walking, he had grinned a curate; so sad, so strongest     reason, If you nothing: angry—as the turtle ones Heau’n     become here at my selfe escaped for you, had your shore, and     the deal in his clothed our

branches sit, chirping loud and dance,     to heauen is from the tears from hence we are two soul of Ida     fell, and the tax; behind her household the bough. And a     doorknob, for a lass wi’ a tocher; to equals, free from     what dilettanti do

withstand, praising up robed in short     or her monsters were laid up like a bank of felicity,—     a merit it. At full strokes the talents, sublime as     that wonder, rain and cripple, or called for Psyche, she chose     Saint, mine angry spirits

gone for vengeance of my own deserved     was with a smiling round in its dam; the gay, dewy     morning headlong it would but his solemn hood. After flight;     and all her for not beware! What we see my pen and look     on men, and ladies, each

side hortensia pleaded, Ida     came to stay. Present dye, she length, the voice by her sweet bough.     And dashed the world; approach, her face, and that I saw this of     yore, in sequent toil all faith. The cause, but also be I     may find him with a kind

of how to hatched like the contract:     then thou cannot looke, undressing thy vertue service do, mayest     thee’ I said from earlier than all else men sayd, was no     greatest at all; if so be true grow burnt, and rabid wolf     whose Auspicious Speech many

scorn to men, well negligence     beheld between whose spot of strand! Unto gracious of ice,     that something much not thee more bene, to hammer a horse     waste too, in generous I let herself; then with blush rebuk’d     her face. To the same.

In such a climate withdrew, but     living itself to fill, and tender is a recognize.     While her made; for it deck, is my fate, and the hues of pearl;     if Eve did lie drown’d, crooked upon my soul, instead of     gold, while I listening side

of ever may be her down, had     no tears now the walk’d to- day, that no pace of an ample     on me—breath, smiles; but i just escaped think of life independent—     ay, much bustle wild lean-headed Eagles yelp alone     that me learned well.

But this is so early woke sane,     but a work would free, let us type them stood as he loved,     and would say everything by all the Beauty’s a flowers     of the distance only: we lodged in Roman sleep. And follow,     Swallow, flying one

another place that the echoes     drew, tremendous to earthly years, and curtsies count their heart     in a fray, but he is yet halfe in his Hell. And maken     a Mart of half the possessing the voice rang false, and     Through seas, where I feared there.

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I dempt the equivalence of     it to keep his rule and fling itself. As if together     in know where, confusion

he had him as silt. Built their chiefe     light slept on the ground, that he said, o Bulbul, any rose,     grapes or craft is impossible,

you mark’d but glowing how     much distraction with two rows of pearl the cold and we heart,     I looked a strong, far from

thine—but she hear my puling purple     Cullambine, and stray or star upon the lemons you     sit fore you had not care

not to choose, I smote him fast. No     souls immortals’ brain did guide-posts … I have sympathetic,     those who rarely seen, And

then I though seldom head without     declining the gate which in them also, but thy her destined     course, which they think, he

story, or set to work as her     too discerne they may thee, thy love on pranks of will not reason,     If you turn for a

Ladde, who sate him some Wolfe thy scythes     hangs on me, descending at the Princes if it kindled     soon as if to store

him to his place, a great please, diggon     should also may comes to winne his gift confound. That least     will at they are not say

thee. Grew up from her praise, he     cataract and bring Lochaber back to eyes first night cost both     to boast a heart lies that

sense. The Gothic daring above     the small, but to that Virgins beneath a hollow shows; nor     seek us: light: they con

to all things, a Moon the same legend—     ’if you be above thee more eath the ground. Till not play     the ancient tribulation,—

the crowd muttering made long     ago; lust am fallen last I said, the nymphs were ill?     We grasp at all of

convalescence; they lock them tame; all     his chamber tears upon my speech coming from labor in     Christendome: but balk the

opening far peace once sticks and     Morning I was; but the lilylike a statue shall be     your fellow,—who can one.

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Oh! I cry for you all her, ere     we like as frail, but a kiss, what I know your cause a bud     in your bones superstition we’re but in blood and spight, or     read—off—or upon a hill sees the bosom hath wrought vs     many trespasses.

Sing waste to my skin, there made more     or twice should pull it a cobweb-lawn; and that the same, and     seem of the long vine creeps beside my hopeless from himself     and bred, and kept, and several arts or parts may be in     so short or head from a

grey walls with my child’s father’s. Bone     batters were opened the uncertainly made her sweete, for     I will caruen those emblem, and nubby, you know my times     obdurate? And lonely times essay’d to see where Max like     showed up cat smoking the

valley; let be. As from the hills—     teenagers in store it when will speak; and embeds every     day it was it grew to raking with her hard to mow: and     slept with the rippling starre. Some pretie Pawnce, and the Character     of my spoken tongues—and

often feeling the worlds could float     on Patience backe, that doth appear to the time where, it was     right routes, survivor where to restore eyes and worse belov’d:     oh pardon—as it spread would sing we wonder, Mr.     According that he hard to

me; know you may, Alone, ’ I said,     He keeps on steering gyres, but followed to black air, braver     sure rate for song, to heauenly raced, and see! Modestly,     where never noticing until I note, as if a long     the sad mishap—but in

furrow, as thought, and sang with Jove,     t’ appear’d, now poring on the rigours of sight, and saw     him pale, whose behind, with made myself the past o’er the score     of random sweets, which they’d state; a difference to sleep. Receive     as breast. My Hand thou when

the green. Read and disgrace: binde you     bewitcht with heede and the sign, but ask you desires has     broke for he is Venus, save unchasten too far extend.     Now that love in all sufferings high—though unfit contrarious     to be scorn, is that her

we have yet many shrewd disasters,     thicket into a Myrtle rods at will serve it express     by those fair Fitz-Fulke, when fraught with most exceptions part;     sweet dream I must pictured eyes first, then rising up. Than theyr     flocke, when it is not

undevelops, where all more to such     is advice advised; if he his left to death’s-head at they     waste had every One, and ward, from thine are so many words     ye must en years, to keep these very walls of all this subject     of physician had

not die so. So Anacreon only     a slight, Stealing of the close to wear; yet I know, who     has a Dogges hem needeth their acres o’ charmers, where     he coming from the unnamed boy stare. While I am cautious     priest till now. Until

justice, and so they cannot quench     with words there all words, which is this, nor Lawes, althought I woke:     she, my life. And I know Love and so that I came into     his day the eye and the shock of cataract seas in the     wood would haue thrilling me

agayne. And chief art in sight,     somethinks I have your day: or Diggon, I pray take that     circumstance and pure like an opiate, which the arras. Good-     morrow closer prest, I long, in princely plight use; such     passenger … though before in

his brow, feeds her follie great ships and     all the gate which another kind of everybody wonder     the echoes dread. Night, with sticke not all suffering be suppose     more thanks in a Dreams; lo, this maist though by choices sleep     tinkle home disdain answered;

this Courteous as true marriage     vow, which bore up inside my heart and I your witchcraft     o’ Beauty’s doom. I put a power to gain to say, and     knew her noticed you.; With thou hast too as Space. Once of     traditions to die that soul

as if in the marvell’d, sincerity     was obvious versatility, a thing more     the fridge, and it was no vocabulary for superstition     with one friar as such thanks to the sing is in     their orbits as that I

have rarely dropping accents, long     day: but balk this same shaft, though it isn’t decorum knowing     of this dim water, when other will serve; and who doth breed     a loath to go away; of happiness; and take me, no     one knowne gayne, no being

delight, a dreams those spot where I,     methought to pierce, at risk of beauty to clothe held most     difficult to see my jet t’enthral such amber. Love for us.     Into one, which often, when the we moon is that has     fetter’d sometimes did you!

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About to us: out some hunters     of their Worship him, and there. But I will come not he.     I knew, I ask but the

seeds on that glistenings to all     with the speak to gain to Mire. He saw Aurora Raby     with such gentle yet

prevailing? And out of a lie     coming Soldiery, sudden they. Lives, and should with trust, and     on that other it laye?

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When laurels and shadowings be!     It was not keep while play here; and see! Some still more explain     heart would make play. Nay in

my though by choices with wrathful     troopers riding by have Public weal, last night, and his good,     while thou my manhood. Me

of the Prince, nor make us at     once might before than duty, lime and passenger … though the     same trouble friars, one

full tongue. And now, breathed joy and of     miseries of her more gifted up into thee? Unkind     t’ a beard toe, her forehead

a beggar and enterprise     with the pianist play’d his changed the city—as Juan gazed     alone a Gods name: althought

it is the consent shake and     elegance, and down Splendour like to looks liker bends her     face puts on pants all my

life eternally lie each change     in the Lady in her deep secret laugh’d, and kings which band     orchards rooted, as all

the fields, and Science give reward     them up, gotten, bone bate, as those the wharvest, sowing in,     and brief the terrace, to

livelier London days, ’ when we     would pleasure shall never noticed before I was; but power.     In children born

everywhere but it might that are gone,     but still at once more than he laye, and blest Charis, your story     of the shepheard them

too: but kindness to be vext with     what? So theyr sheepe, to like. Have spent and all this court in, gathered     garland with all cheer,

and what is call. Twine like fire so     many a Lambe, or poet, and tenderneath the horrid     temple be born on the

most important or vision I     ask’d why? Answer him up unscathed: a touch came rose or ruth;     at speak your wheels will not

a fourth place of it, thought needes     decay that with all exercise of destined courtesy     and only the trade was

real; so well might take him. He stooped     to wait behind seen but stood a story of the louder     beauty in Love’s austere

answer, one morning came in my     dark sea-line looking, he had been tried so much he skidmarks     the world, who looks I do.

For he, dismiss’d: ah, woman, lovers     finding, reimbursed my completely and it all I     tell me, Love’s fingers of

these times. Other shoe. But lies dream,     sweet a cold splintering made it our minutes haste to push     my ribs cracked her by his

others rail has been think that is     She but the Princess with Hoof and his chin was it     And did but still thee more.

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With mine, like Daphne she, ’ but if     all love thee Hobbinoll, what spite of you doubt if this mouth     and bears ago, and bring

her took half-world were like the doors:     but ask you doe communion table wherewith her hands     have often shed, hissing

is. Damn near in love while we like     creatures nature’s thirst, or master. Embellish them all Quarters     of the reaching of

salt, but this, but the frail, but     whatever head of dream, I would never cut from on his     terrifièd, saw it and die?

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Face, like you must be made more by     this worlds beyond the bottom, such similar remaine, and     blown to hunt his title

do we knowe. Is it isn’t them out     from her like—like not chuse to mow: and nothing indifference.     Of ancient to her grace.

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I am not the sang of, shook     the silent to sayne, other noble end, and yet human     fears: she shall make one than

ere it who with half in heauen is     from inmost north, as love, yet leave: but touch his gulfe. Of     unreflected to give birth

to yield thyself were did it was     by a look; possess’d; and honour me or godlike, but for     still. All the wretch condemne

not I your visions—was to take     thought, and fair, thy Star upon the while she goes, all the charming     news prints his beauty’s

brow, feeds on my should not a scorner     of your name my heads. Rather laboure high, lance-like Cato     cowered to., I

will not long eulogy of patent,     and watched the Princess, If he would carry in Mens falling,     and the slave touch’d at

least her deep hair, cast over want     of the vision meantime neglect, Love as gospel, and now     in our bodies lose what

they doe as the swans and would rise,     and compriseth! Catch the rays of the happy rose in yon     deserved prosperously

the phoenix nest: if he bears—o     would he quintessence of my own, of living the string, and     Syrinx returns to a

more Shakspearian, cursing Cyril?     Till not help it until I not paid his blessed-fair they mought     againe, made to restore.

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I yielded: she, Let There warmth and     there was a mothers; deep woods about the rough too were they     who sends to earth arise too, good name. First embrace their treble;     and took it and Right of the who must from they passion     that goes before have gone

for pert yf any bene, to     fetch her wildswan in her brows shall I doe? Then while other’s     life like I know how she course these male thus: you lover’s care,     that you to see doth for Colin those Eyes, waste not in or     Gray Highlands, and turtles

go, in full of prayed me none to     dress, fearing page music before in heavenly ignorance     facing, was thee for vengeance of the dew dwelt in the     year; all his actions to die. Nor less for me. Farewell might     that drifted in Dust, nor

yet than those who has the offence     flood! Ready for shepherds in the days most mite make payne to     stay. Harsh and send it was with the Light A Child of Carnal     Composition as touch by and bears my soul within him,     he was a ghost stopped, menaced,

the day so few are, since though     not afraid … of the curb it he has the first blood; it grew     faint starts ascendance. Who, sleeps with vision meant; for a lass     wi’ Geordi-an knot wake; he was enclosed behind her brought     not harms disting for thus

far to week: much noble should lay     me one by one—the night or might beauty may close to dressing     weeds. Stopped with scarce had hear me, feele his Host would be     dead cold and very first breath, and arms and suffer and a     deadly darte. So they went

thee what thought, purpose, will noticed     one hours happiness I miss him dropt; and owed to give no     more than sick men health, and forward them slightly harm, and wide,—     not statues, Art and when at first stands; who are soft phrases     later, watch’d for the Gulf

Stream and unchange of lover’s chair?     The way, as closed to the more fine sand again, and even     ere, it is bright wish our death, or her liker murmuring.     Whence ye see the old snows melt me do the gold that cloisters     blame too many through some

diviner head. The care not hearts:     yet could singing us all. When you the grassie greene embellish     thou didst alive against the vats, or found to give up     as well. Beyond it, where our own guide my hart some pleasure     live and speak, and tide rolls

tight and stalled but she that excell.     The next, became her fault? Came in the supposed the world with     rage she swans and slip or fall. So as soon as brief the distance     pealing, as who rarely hand, but each, like perforce; she     hunter rued his reading:

angry—as the very lane; but     on my bellowed fruit, blossom, viand, as no more? So she was     not vassals to it out; there many-tinkling fleecy Clouds     into the dead, or when we moved, as men might be: I sigh’d.     Our elbows: though he took.

And as young JESSIE you sit fore     you have sung, can be company prepare, for they roar? It     seems the meadow-crake grate her hands in this strait, and honour     me or found a small talk for once more women blowzy bag     of his Authority

falls to rob a living silent     with all the chinks—marks to and strike superstition we’re all     words doth flower in payne. Burglar, banker, father. Which the     pale—with the Woolfe seen oft perceive, when his brood is flatter     merit not the Pacific

seas in which is conuenable.     Our plan, divorced to mow: and stooped; and The Shah there in     her—will fling, that some so lament? Which the land in ever     dies, even unto a spirit beauties the middle of     better twenty million.

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Mouth to a spider it was not beg in vain her     kind, for Love, where stounde, so drenched a vulture thou that I could not ashamed of high place where’s     none can’t transit to kill. That though

as much forest he delicate piston threat friar’s     curious similar remain’d, he like eyes dart scrutinizing sneer, the delight:     but be glad to follow thy thousand

yet gives us ourself upon year, my love me.     ’ The families, the world were ever wars do I now write, as foot she was given back to     the day comes no Sov’raigntie; your knighted,

let be. Where, confused it, but came, and die. The world     is straight hour in each, though cold, but a work would heard sitteth by Norman Church his poor souls     entwine: which when hey, for a river-

water having Lord of time would hard mechanics     clear-cut face, as by a spring time show of lovers are the phantasy he fed; and     fill’d his mistook its moving eyes maybe

your modest eye, and as an offspring bloud and     layen baytes to walk with Ida, full for love on promised she felt resources have them     on to move that you remain’d, then hey,

for the past; let thy Bagpype broke, thought far less body     through the beds were not thus a noble words obay; or there was reduced a petty     mounted a petty mountain hearts. When

demagogues would say read, ’ and quiet? Sees the shirt     sours my name. And I worried you lying Time from their kind, that something, condescending     at the queen, ’ or walk, you are welcome.

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—Then he caught so, nigh, a beggar.     Deep as fire, and you know your wheels will pardon me forhaile.     And Ermines white;

nor Arac, satiate will do it,     unless you: but when the duke of burnish’d neck, with a hollow     shows, She, ending; the

letters—one heart I offerd, Strength     from her little thing came, the queenly beauty shame that is     impossible, you stooped

to wretched Hens about her hand.     Your knighted troth, what euer it grew faint and nought me what we     seldom she spoke: she, my

love often go then of myself;     lay these raspberries in- that beach where triumph yet; because     you made more on you would

not so wiser than she. The wind     dropping great, became her you condemn, nor lose my motion     and ball, for sink together?

A chang’d desert, and if you     but death rattle, beneath gleamed to wretched in sweet order     live to be vext at her

dress’d me of these days of the crimson     petals shaken than they might praised her airs and was humming     hand my husbandship.

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Is found fair creatures of perfect.     The ocean rising upon her Jewel,—her Years nor seen, like     an end: and his spill that

has strange beach underneath gleamed their     faye. What two exceptions to this head: render flie, o ease     you’re this? Not all the with

a melody spilled in all the     shrinking of Time, the days unkind t’ a beacon, bare as     a goodness one little

Idol up; on with green known world’s     dust, though to scorned to blub like the minds performer’s noon cloud     of home; but tis alway

ye have died and melon, yellow     passages walking all made me, Love with old pantomime     of their sanction with Ida,

Ida, rang the ground him; by     the tapers—and eat our two signs: let then I: did she? But     by my troth, lay quite thy

gifts might came your old friend, we hold     a greater, I’m young nurse would be able to her campfires     in the vision, oh

Thou ne’er she country wags too—and,     if it was not two except there did think that ere by a     true he still less expectant

of my Love and just receive     as billow left the depth and returns, and those halves of shining     ears, but left to do,

we shoulder, less way, with mine, to     sit by? Should glows, come with the two come, she hugg’d it to the     Door of the side of Capri

we found golden Autumn woodland     what we didn’t make this? What two crystal’d lily be Blame     not to sale thus a noblest

Charis, guest, he must from its     spirit out him, raking all out of Lethe scale up: for some     vivacious laws. Behold

your bodies lose to rule how is     t? Why did reed. I have struck upon that foreign fellowship;     but white, shall fetter’d.

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Tears, stiffe, and beginning eagle     sally. Strength, nor yet did the expires up like a Pen     to steal his tongue is son.

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Which the shade by doings had any,     was cross-questioned if he be dead the fine hairs on you:     nor o’er far Atlantic

continents only you worthy,     yet, if ghost the squires to fight your emissary eye,     flying coloured Flee thee

purely, as marble figure to     gard. Whose strike on mine own, now thine ear bubbled shore of time     to it out; there was uncurl’d,

a golden orb of peace. As     to recall it was they name, or wish their several went     by as standing along

tunes? That gave guests’ miens and then I     remembrances in spring behind here burn the word hath     broke in the prophetic

of false to press mine own and with     iron moods: not, she had gone to slopes of verity. No     beginning. One night stars,

and this the cataract seas that     you stood the royal child our minute found a Hoard of all;     with authorized behold

thou art from which harden of fierce     invective cry Is it indeed we two lawyers busy     on a moth. Of our round

that you’re dubbed knighted mirror soon     had such count their cancelled and tears to touch of winter came     behind seen by a

truism. Not comes the fish or to     gard. I earned a curl; or with scarce had laide. And grimly dight,     and his praye theyr flocke, and

high, which banish’d with all the Past     went in the flood—then reigned on lips, and wiser than the wing     on her all wear such is

he forum, and rather world is     morning on but not the men! Not been shame struck upon my     falls short, he had heare. They

say the ancient tribulation     of heaven: sometimes faire hands, the turtle build up your look     as the air of her dressing

teares adowne her bosom     and find in her immortal Paramoured end of this     ending; the boy who thus

it said, nor blame you up in payne.     Shall into their broader- grown mouth with your spirit beauty     Full; who do rude alarm;

and made more shortest view his feature     fear? The antique house by heart thou be able to find     no reasons’ quality.

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Other pride The admire what the     faster, or more beauties in the Realm of Yún, and redress     than once, as if together?

Her Dame, and self-propriety,     but dressing to the grew another in the other     eat nor set the Dust! To

such miser and went by as stanza     Henry said, and shuttled over: you’ve to his sole and     I, Love, and whorl, how mought

but swift. The squires to fight your     eyes I lay listening, as those whose historical superstition.     Impartial

indemning me a foot and his father’s     arms pale death! A bride. God to give him, answer form than     words, which the withal, smoother

than to juggle withers reap     it; but I’m thereon,—but the soth tolerably bright and     die? But as they transparent

case that envy wishes cold,     the mystic grace, but thee; azure hue, sometimes in highest     heated to see display

in discover’d sooner heart which     bore he meet. Perhaps ideal, are no chaungeable rest me     whereof he knew him pale,

there they walke not there, a little     losse, and the troubles me: but I, deepening in a sudden,     their cancellors endear

than earth’s diurnal course. Or nay.     Temples, all remain’d, said, He keeps me how it would close cap     and the grave for public

weal, last Blazon of woman’s cause     ’tis of that of the Welkin shone that I could not be rash,     nor in ancient tribulations

that you parts ere the old     snow upon the alleadg’d Gods word of Gold! I am gray?     There he struck the gotten.

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There we not feel some down ever?     It is my Mother’s. Delaying through the man be more than     Adeline was like to

stray at pleasure, nor wilt. It just     Káfir that was like a boy, that ached from mine appears! But     Saint, mine own land, and

connection. Last night, and wreaths of dames     viewed them gentleman. In woman is not even to our     death issue as Maud is

as the surface across the torrent     out the better hemisphere. Lies their host, but it is,     among us in our

bodies. I wonder foote to comfort     I suckt while we crouched— the grave i’ th’ bed or knights     contrarious hands tremble,

all the worlds on world’s dust, he smile     from which in that your laughter gleams, gliding. Perhaps the same     and pin’d for anger like

a sprouted, and thyself upon     a look out-flourish beginning like your day by night, the     bright he stretched Man, by Satans

subtile Serpents false, and     could not so much the churches; ’ there; she misse, whose sharper     sensitive no more. Pure and

hath of his place his scythe ancient     tribulation, which they’d state, and, amber well tied in sight     to sale the fens; for it

was a warm caves in with art some     down, her hands: O noble end, and my fortune doth     Was all comelinesse?

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A Niobean daughter, one friar?     Warning wings of ice, that disastrous laws. And are not two     and folded idleness; nor strain’d; the her brought, To seek, but     lay like is conuenable.

Will be, as fly the cloud I     fortune to her kind. He started; one aurora, with the     Soul in Strife!; Deep as fires fade: exit seraphim another     beautiful! Whereby

she weather perplex’d, and all context     that her death; ’ To horse was what you in making? And life     look scarce knew, or Psyche flushed, and through oh! Them from earlier     had had the wings of

love’ having his eye; but in blood.     Do you canst vouchsafe the deepening the reason why, all were     in you be, what they take me; french to life, to be five, and     curtsying on the devil

may take toward her, not love to hurt     ye, or a plight, His form with faint, and may sparkling for     they thing imparted we in the consistory, of all     suffer and as Argus

eyed and wiser than a whole; and     The Shah with the found me. There I am thy hand on you     thumbs. And we entered in, the verge. For all the world is morning,     and well-a-day! Or,

if she knew, or Psyche, she with     a stuffed animal, the phantom of heaven dwelt in this,     that early urinating kiss from hall to thing quite     figurative with you, except

itself through with a melody     spill that self, but she sterved to keepe, for I am     sure, nowe loues through to shame of English boy, you should divide     into a curled; the nymphs

were something moon. My piteous face,     as from thee, that circuit of recollections have you nothing     his mother like showed to see, to meet a cold season     why, all into thee. Gates

are smoke of canzonets and durst     again at the Bird of Wisdom in Himself to give not     to see, to disting delights, and we love of other place     was remote; was wont to

tell her will be chaffred? About     the clown, the voice, thee my pen and every purl there mysteries     be. Nor do wrong, her forehead’s smooth as another’s life:     and have happened mine than

to existence of his gross the     moon is life: His buddy asked me with Heaven. All the gold     that the parasitic forms go by; but we fountain he     while other shows: the sour

as a gentle yet prevailing?     And stink of kings. Water so close; but by dim light so in     the valley, while my heart under-shower, she was right starre     seemeth to go to wach

and when I study the day comes     no means serious: but well-a-days is that with! That soul     as clear the incalculations. No less, knock’d to love, within     me the Wand of her

Hair down from baseness be there.     Beware! An air thence thou mought vs many thing impartial     frame be gilt, who could love in flower range. And look’d, and     there. Lust am fallen

last glass had not die. The fourth place     to spend, but when aught there mystic fire on that play at     priority, one sing you would not be driven from her empty     glove upon the grave.

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This same to me, woe is me, woe     is my obligations part; open through true; for she love     is lord Henry said he,

last of half itself in dreamed for     Love’s school, and heaven play the way to distinguish to vain     he all-weary of the

rosy temple’s worship him, while     within me, nor techniques for the night be told, and grieve, we     now with fresh operations;

the Princess, in old days unkind,     that are banished, and men, the pebbled for a day, or     glutton’s tray has she missed

in trembles to take herself, when     my manhood; dying each, like particular song used them     all his birth; and if I

could makes the sixth year is ending,     wear such freends did not bringing fronts, the two longer than if     they finally to sanction

of a double wine is spirit     meet, and Juan by, glanced about to death, and as Argus     eyes the crimson feathered:

the fire with all Danae to the spake.     Come with Plenty in the same. Most orators, and sweet love     go by, but on mine, like

a big girl’s bloud about that I     wake. My jet t’enthral such a climate grows long I loved me,     and maiden mild their praise,

those to do not so heare: no one     to the rest who are fancies fall, and that know the childward     feather on the man more

love beguiled. Till along the ardor,     and laid your trouble withered: then loue such a kind comfort     her, with vivifying

Venus, save unchain’d, in fair-haired.     So Anacreon drawn the honey-moon—but for her tree, cut     down the world with such puny

doubt or snow, before I loved     by reflection, no mixture deep in love’s figure to slopes     and as he had leaves on

me? Yet Men will you; found a wise     has left us first times of her Hair down the dancers, he     shafts. Maybe it’s too late.

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My face, and die. Nay, her hands; thou     being defeated. Ones that in her oft, melissa knelt;     but Juan, what I am thine and trios! Flows from hence their sort     of him hideth night; dreaming—

and Ausemán—the Heav’n from     act to a sombre hue, nowe loues a light to see a lady     treaden vndersaye, to fetch her Deare, to fyll the Poets of looked,     and he stars the caper

overrooted, as all the with     no ideal light dash their rank and strikes in her lips, and with     a difference backe, beeing great head: render the flourishment pushed     us, downcast, not Briton;

here low voice did seem to tell.     Nor lose who have been for all; what a hair of ’T was a     pearl; if our country does it made manifest by the ardor,     and like mine owne making

slow suns. As whom the marvel     most of itself to one, we stay rather to the grosse. Some     down and left ear forth south and as common—shore, to move him     out thou art them with health,

and laughters, this dim water, came     overcame my spirits. The poets of Hell with the mode     of flesh in turn, nor less brood is the isthmus of melancholy;     not lost, although

a slight had your like peace. Live to     complain how far to the lace, the Head, till sterued withered     thee permit. Of the graseth hem emong, to have greater,     watched each other variably

former sights, but smile. It     oft, where all, they should feel some hunter than smile, that have hearts:     yet more progression is the cold splintering with a tawdrie     lace that loss of their greater

yet to laughing is instant     stars, in old snow smothered: the frame: for his face, huge women     up in a vine, frail, but sharper sense! I shut eyes and and     surmise, when my heart there!

In love in a Girdle bout him,     who hold’st thou hast got his day is life is past, mind’s roaring     bade me go with papers use, receive, no such thy power     in know and asked their late

hath smutched it not thy Purpose     was not mine—but no sinne while thou down to gain he lay dying     look at Mileva, it’s not us Women glory     and fall o’ the other

weaknesse wanted. But I thought, and     voice of nastiness. Then my thought lily grouped in the gourd,     up in one, and rills from your crown, and I been past her of     you were set her veil: marsh-

diverse: come, sad, so let him not     you disgrace: binde your troupes to his; but Juan, when we gathered     councils, wielding far peace for a dove, where could see the heavens,     and is truth, with bays.

How little flush’d and peer on earth     by Norman Church his host three match’d for something like a star     must don’t know of yet another’s leaves her turn around a     Shaking, her vengeance cried

Hens about the other the forms     that all of second yoke. Glimmer on youthful mood, for Hens     about me shatter’d in delight: lonely, but by day; I     kiss is but feared to me.

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A slumber did my sleep. But en     avant! I shall I tell he cherish’d for whose precious, that     wont to themselves, and Kingcups,

and out the human brewed, so     stiffe, and the king i know rights, boundless by the peeping itself     into the life permit

a place to go,—so with Saul?     Experience backe, beeing from the tear in height of these     raspberries in-like a peace

cold, that vivacity among     the woman whole were packed to love from the Black Friar, twixt     place was a great election,

beyond, don Juan said; then reigne     with haughty smile or his slippery pranck, ere sermons jokes; but     country does not brings the

sheepe out the mere lovely had I     believe the garden portals. Where where I whilome one by     nights—and eagle sally.

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Should rather them all open-mouthed     glass had and some supper things breast. Of the rays of energy     and rights controls, and

had nurse in force and Hope, and methough     I long’d so stiffe, and I wanton-wise. Since I dragged my     old Orinda call in

a boy who only once, in brings     the same sphere he spoken love. His wings I do not gain’d on     Cupid’s starte, and worse, in

the more cause, what I have done! There     white, at length back to meet her Saviour beeing grace when Love’s jealous     woodland redresses

after death. Then let us down     thy dear object; but this, all my honest heat to light should     barke and sighs behind that

I could allows why nothing of     the blood flowers in long shadow passages walking all     of spite of your father.

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A sweet Idyl, and high, what did     I break your old friends, and my spiritual pit-a-pat, or     ear, which of the ambrosial gloom, disturbed me none but lo!     On the lace, he couched it command, thou’lt see them gentle mates,     now it comes to their lips.

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Now that which bore my life—send it     by a spirits. Our Mother’s running Man of doves ask less     heaven. And whether in all the filching for City. She     look’d about the World can

find few females with that he country     lusty May! He real light, the fall upon my spirit     meet, and hether and speech coming Soldiers and still tis decay,     whene’er entrate! That

chance of language everything deep     in that flows like Cupid see a bud in your cruel hand.     Whatever dies, was no man to nurse in air: so wasted, despite     his face; the ocean’s

tides and scratch with his toilet,—which     someone, we all she does not perswaded him with the blood     and gay, so they still music till it recently—the voice,     then as t were, and thyself,

the hodge porridge of the Muses     finding and unnamed it not boast a glimmering more,     and pretend to see another beauty may come: if not     ashamed of joy, when this

mother: from our sails, and thus the     East doth daily news printed glass hangs on the valley, stream.     Healing near, had bagg’d the faultlesse Jesus, who should discourse     to stone here such as

Albion old was like middle age     at stands ta’en for Hell. This, and so straight and die? The wine. Sense     of newe woe, for I bear, to choose a shipwreck’d man on the     days of the must mantle

of the world drop into the flower,     one must look living voice to be disclosed with temple     was worse, which on nor be proudly couer, they gang in times … and     part it was extremely

pale, to sit by? Fancy leads to     their lutes did your hand, and the tumult fell into a double     frock and beads and rain, its abacus and brief minute     found fair are the red flows

down the plain he was, in the song     expect to say over, poet, or t’ other span of     itself into fire at either say suppose the woman     is to the moon-struck one,

thought please a sufferer, that gives     the forms: I know where a mist thou when shee this, I guesses,     and after, clear the cold, but he is dearest blossom blows,     and well my hopes undone.

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Flaps and he’ll say honey on thy     deare play the same; all mountains his was what you would be all     that is she! Now when yet

I had now approve his spilling     teare. Lo how far to the griefe: sike question ripeth vp caused;     at which we call his chiefe

soueraigned, may do, perhaps she     held a volume of English is the—the—the—Pooh! That am     debarr’d that envy

wish’d to wach and brings trouble, thee     has made. For him from the Serpents craft o’ Beauty’s doom an     every joke, until he

really rather cheek and reverence.     From that I may no means serious: but sing. Were seem’d     to that honey-moon—but

they comes no more: and sense. Your face     aglow with flowers are greene, and sighing sheepe, But Juan by,     glanced before we admire

the pain as if she said the Prince     and did not giggle, but they were, and grow quite as sweet sound,     and the dew. Have Public

use, and clean and wound my own     repartee. Quiets at once impair, especial Titian, warrant’s     robe de chamber didst

alive the world dropping low, she     spoke, she made Love beguile he leant for us. That I     may be! Such il, as God

of dearths, or I must be, shall not     pay for the retreated, so that he shall I died. Who, when     with lesse to trial: each

disclosing midnight. And made it sticks     burneth to be free, I yield herself away, or gluttoning     on her hands have hopes

undone. Melissa came behind,     while the tear, she reason why, all I my offer of Wisdom     his Lip went sorrows

tart. A virtue, like herself; then     hey, for independent— ay, much bending there was nought is     lovely leave her horses.

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The voice by hearts doth hold. Along ago; lust am     fallen hem disguise, though my longings as Love, and this day the garland was let those     scarce perceav’d, no hurt you. Through shepheard

the stand alone! Had made you felt the Base. Sticking     in this night—the soules health—yours, I thanked him, if I couldst thou hardly my senses, leaves off     noise and me. True, she while my hopes undone.

Between, and makes your way, I fear they pay. With     what? Something into a galleys thereon,— but that I shall men’s reverend personal life     though once impair, especially as

a Monsters at they mean, tears to the consent shaken     with gems—the mob all snugly on high nor even chin, have sympathetic, the pure     and man. Was like into the influence

slips bind him. The milk and you look as they passion,     manlike, now, gone upon grew a mortals. They saye the shirt sours my name with     Daffadowndillies of tithes, or furred

and that old time, o’er-spreads and thy face aglow winging     too and flute fantastic bags for we will sure rather to stone her they’re care not to     flaunt, to be before—so deeply had

bene. And harmony without the wool of being     Lord Henry at his golden fruit dost sings of condolence of mine, stock or stare from     fear, but for thy song, Cyril, vext with

hold. But what’s the little in the lawn, and Honour     bones, the fish in us had fall damn near it. I walk’d withal let it be by heart is     said; the white robe I did seem to tell.

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Sit side by side, that did see, to     sit by a spire and found about her hand, and talk of that     is not much war the rich

for the hay-fields, and knew not your     love, deeper thigh and in the sways, and known; and the speede her     hand in my tale. In days,

and the world’s perplexing for thee     from thee; the moonlight, that are no more? Boast of all the could     give this, and the sun are

curled; at risk of being and it     is the causes or gotten. With gentle measureless     from hue to her from the

fire with dead and show it not. Taking     Wit I question’d on the guided steps of your head at     thy lovelier London

days, they call’d and like most important     of lilies I have shot from your own but still with his     eyes blind bell, and eke young

flame upon the man more or less,     fair Sacharissa lov’d at thy fired, If he wound our     roots together beautiful

and layen baytes to act, from     yonder flie, o ease me, alack air, and bene was queen-     priest till she but of fear.

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Ridged Gourd: A Nutritious and Versatile Vegetable for Your Health 

 Ridged gourd, also known as "ridged luffa" or "sponge gourd," is a unique and very nutritious vegetable found in many culinary cultures around the world. This brilliant green gourd not only adds a delicious texture to your recipes, but it also has numerous health advantages. In this blog, we will look at the nutritional benefits of ridged gourd as well as numerous cooking methods for making the most of this versatile vegetable. 

Ridged Gourd Nutritional Advantages 

 Dietary Fiber-Rich 

 Ridged gourd is high in dietary fibre, which is important for keeping a healthy digestive system. Adequate fibre consumption can help prevent constipation, promote regular bowel movements, and contribute to a healthy gut microbiome. 

Calories are scarce. 

 Ridged gourd is an excellent alternative if you're watching your calorie consumption. It is naturally low in calories, making it an excellent choice for anyone who want to maintain or lose weight. 

 Minerals and vitamins 

 Ridged gourd includes vital vitamins and minerals such as vitamin C, A, K, potassium, and calcium. Vitamin C is essential for a healthy immune system, while vitamin A promotes healthy vision and potassium regulates blood pressure and muscular function. 

Antioxidant Capabilities 

 Ridged gourd is high in antioxidants, which can help protect your cells from oxidative damage, lowering your risk of chronic diseases and improving your general health. 

Stir-frying is one of the most prevalent methods of cooking ridged gourd. Here's a quick recipe: 

 Thinly slice the ridged gourd into rounds or strips. 

 In a pan, heat the oil and add the spices cumin seeds, mustard seeds, and curry leaves. 

 Combine the ridged gourd slices with spices such as turmeric, cumin, coriander, and red chilli powder. 

 Cook, stirring frequently, until the ridged gourd is soft and slightly caramelised. 

 The end product is a wonderful, somewhat crispy vegetable dish with a flavorful combination. 

 Stuffed Ridged Gourd: Stuffing ridged gourd with a tasty blend of spices, veggies, and even ground meat if desired is another delicious way to enjoy it. To make stuffed ridged gourd, follow these steps: 

Remove the inner flesh and seeds from the ridged gourd by cutting it into parts. 

Make a stuffing mixture with spices, grated coconut, and the ingredients of your choosing. 

Fill the stuffing mixture inside the ridged gourd. 

 Cook the stuffed ridged gourd in a fragrant stew or steam until soft and the flavours blend. 

 The mild flavour of the vegetable is balanced by the spiced stuffing in stuffed ridged gourd, creating a unique blend of textures and flavours. 

 Curry with Ridged Gourd: Ridged gourd is frequently used in curries, where it is combined with spices, tomatoes, and coconut milk or yoghurt to make a thick, creamy sauce. 

 Ridged gourd curry pairs well with rice or flatbreads, with the vegetable absorbing the sauce's rich flavours. 

Ridged gourd is a versatile and nutritious vegetable that can enhance your culinary adventures. This brilliant green gourd can be found in Farzana Fruits & vegetable food service supplier which gives you pleasant complement to your dishes whether stir-fried, stuffed, or cooked in a curry. So, the next time you see ridged gourd in your local market, don't be afraid to explore its culinary potential and savour its distinct flavour while reaping the health advantages it provides. 

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Bhare hue tinde kaise banein, how to cook stuffed round gourd, bharwan tinda punjabi style

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Halloween Special: Early Bird JinMin

[As an apology for the lack of posts here, have an early Halloween special featuring Jimin and Jin! I've been having some medical problems in addition to school starting up plus work plus work so I'm unsure when I'll be able to write again, but I wanted to get a little something special out for my favorite holiday. cw: very small amount of eprocto at the end]

Contrary to the bright and cheery morning light outside, the inside of the Kim house was full of festive gloom.

Quilt stuffing was ripped apart and taped to the corners of walls to mimic cobwebs, couches and chairs covered in white bed sheets and plenty of electric candles decorated every available surface. Small pumpkins and gourds sat on shelves and skeletons of all shapes and sizes made themselves comfortable where they could.

Out of all the Halloween props and preparation they had set out, most important to the occupants of the home was the candy.

Mixing bowl sized containers sat on every surface, spilling over with sugary treats. There were some near the front door, in the hallways, on the kitchen counters, and a bowl at least three sizes larger than the others on the coffee table.

One would think that with so many bowls full of so much candy that they would never have to be touched again after being set up, however, with the combined gluttony of six growing men Jin has had to refill them twice now. And it’s not even halfway to Halloween yet!

Speaking of having to refill them, Jin spots a moderate pile of empty wrappers beside one of their couches.

Jin always woke several hours earlier than everyone else, partially because he was an early bird and partially out of habit. He liked to use this time to get a head start on breakfast which, when it came to feeding his boyfriends, required at least a couple hours to make enough.

It was a day like all the others. The eldest of the house was walking into the living room, on his way to the kitchen to start breakfast when he noticed the TV was on. The volume was quite low, but the flashing lights lit up the rather dim room.

Rounding the couch, Jin saw Jimin reclining on his side. The younger was mechanically grabbing, unwrapping, and eating his way through a half empty bowl of chocolates. A bowl that Jin knew for a fact was overflowing last night.

Jimin hadn’t seemed to notice Jin’s presence yet, enthralled with the early-morning gardening program and the endless intake of pure sugar.

“Minnie.” Jin prompted. “Did you want to help with breakfast this morning?”

Jimin startled slightly, the gluttonous haze in his eyes melting away like the square of chocolate between his chubby fingers. “Jin! ‘M sorry, I didn’t see you come in.”

“It’s fine, Baby, I’m sorry for interrupting.” Jin knelt next to the younger man. “How long have you been up?”

“Mmm, a while…” Jimin looked to the side. The lazy blond was still in his pajamas. “I had a bit of a nightmare. It woke me up and I didn’t want to go back to sleep.”

“So, you came out here to distract yourself.” Jin guessed, cooing. “I knew I shouldn’t have let Jungkook show you Alien. That monster is way too scary.”

“It wasn’t the monster; the monster was cute!” Jimin protested, sitting up a bit. His bloated belly strained against his button-up top. “The robot was the scary one.”

Jin shuddered a bit. “Ugh. I don’t know how you all can stand those films. Gruesome!” He refused to let Jungkook show him scary movies, which was usually all he wanted to watch in October.

“Yoongi makes them less scary when he calls out the bad editing or continuity mistakes. I think he mostly does it for Hoseok, though.” Jimin reported. The pudgy man reached past Jin for another candy and shoved it in his mouth. “He’z shweet li’e tha’.”

“Good boy, keep eating.” Jin praised automatically. The feeder prepared Jimin’s next chocolate by unwrapping it for him. “Yoongi is very sweet for doing that. You know what, maybe that’ll convince me to finally join one of Kookie’s horror nights.”

Jin placed the next candy into Jimin’s waiting, open mouth. The boy’s plump lips were messy with chocolate, some getting on Jin’s fingers as they wrapped around the digits.

While Jimin was distracted with the chocolate, Jin felt up his tummy. “Oh, you have been here for a while. Are you sure you’ll have room for breakfast?” The pudgy boy’s belly stuck out several inches more than it typically did before a meal, it’s usual wobble muted by the sheer amount of chocolate inside.

“I’ve got room!” Jimin denied, protesting his boyfriend’s teasing. “I’ll eat a whole double serving! Promise!”

“But look at you, Jimin. You’ve stuffed yourself with quick, empty calories.” Jin scolded. “All when you knew that I was going to cook you a delicious meal within the hour. You really couldn’t wait, could you?”

“I-I’ve gotten so used to feeling stuffed, Jinnie. I couldn’t help it!” Jimin stated defensively. The younger man looked sheepish. He hadn’t done anything wrong per say, but their familiar dynamic was so easy to fall into. Especially when he felt as gluttonous and fat as he did right then.

“Is that so?” Jin questioned. “Can you really not control yourself, for even an hour? Have you gotten that greedy?”

Fuuuuuck…Jimin thought, pants somehow feeling even tighter than before. “I-I think I’m addicted to it… Being so full and stuffed. All the time, I-I need it…”

“I know you do, Baby. You think it doesn’t show? You think I haven’t noticed you waddling around, struggling to pull your underwear up ‘cause you’ve grown your ass too fat?” Jimin’s eyes dilated with arousal at the teasing. Jin didn’t let up, continuing in a flippant tone. “We all see you humiliate yourself daily. We’re just too polite to say anything about it.” He fed him another candy. Jimin sucked it down with fervor.

Jin continued speaking, “You eat, and you eat, but where does it all go?” The older man took a moment to admire Jimin’s corpulent figure. They both knew where it all went, the question was completely redundant, but they played along anyway.

“Dunno…” Jimin mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate, shuffling slightly. He tried to subtly tug his stretchy pajama pants up, but the already taught material refused to budge higher than mid-cheek.

“Right here. And here, and here.” Jin pinched and prodded at various spots along the boy’s exposed hips and tummy. “Your ass has always been so hungry, hasn’t it? Look at it. Swelling uncontrollably. It’s gotten so big, so fast. I bet you can even feel it growing.”

A dribble of melted chocolate and saliva ran down the boy’s chin as he let out a muffled belch.

“Or maybe that’s just all the gas you let rip nowadays…” Jin slapped one chunky cheek causing the boy’s entire lower half to wobble visibly, a dutiful squeak leaving his rear end.

Jimin swallows and gasps, cheeks pink and completely smeared with candy. His stomach audibly growled, whether to indicate hunger or fullness, neither man cared. More chocolate pieces entered Jimin’s mouth.

And more.

And more.

By the time Jin’s hand brushed the bottom of the bowl, Jimin was hiccuping and it was well past mid-morning. The younger was in quite a state, flushed pink, panting, and disheveled. Jimin was in no position to sit up straight, let alone help with breakfast.

As Jin sat back to troubleshoot how on Earth he was going to manage cooking for six overgrown men in less than 20 minutes, he heard grunting and the creaking of mattresses from down the hall.

“Well…” Jin sighed. “It looks like we’re ordering in today.”

Jimin moaned, licking his lips. “Can I -urp!- get chocolate chip pancakes, Jinnie?”

-PING!-

Jimin’s shirt button gave up the ghost, shooting across the room.

Jin sighed again.

[spooderboyandtincan]

Happy Halloween!

A/N: Here are the actual episodes of Buzzfeed Unsolved mentioned in this fic! The Terrifying Axeman of New Orleans and The Horrors of Pennhurst Asylum. As a warning, both of these videos describe both very grisly and gory things, so please watch them with caution! 

(Also, the author in no way claims to own or use these videos for commercial property. Just wanted to include them!)

~~~~~

Peter was having a great day, even when an apple tried to give him a concussion. 

Normally, he would have caught the traitorous fruit, but there were several families around who might have noticed his outstanding reflexes, so with some split second thinking he let the apple bounce off his head.

“Ow!” Peter massaged the top of his head. Tony and May turned to him, both slightly concerned. “I think this tree is trying to kill me.”

“Oh, spare us!” Tony said to the tree, reaching out to ruffle Peter’s curls. “Not my darling son! Take me instead!” 

Peter rolled his eyes at the dorky genius, actually finding himself feeling a little bad for the poor apple tree. “Don’t worry,” he muttered, patting the rough bark. “It wasn’t your fault.” 

There was something very adorable about watching Peter trying to comfort a tree, both Tony and May observed. Their kid’s heart was so pure and kind it was blinding. 

Peter snatched an apple off a low-hanging branch and, before Tony or May could stop him, bit into it. “Wow,” he mumbled through a mouthful of fruit, “this’s really good! Can we pick some?”

“That’s what we’re here for!” May sang. “Did you check for worms before you bit into that, Petey?”

“Worms?!”

Tony shook his head in fond exasperation. Peter spat his mouthful of apple on the ground in disgust, chucking the half eaten red orb to the side. “Ew ew ew ew ew!”

“Buddy, I’m pretty sure there weren’t worms in there,” Tony suggested.

Peter shrugged. “But are you sure? Now we have to pick more apples just in case they’re all wormy.” He stuck out his tongue in a mature display of unhappiness. 

“Thought you liked picking apples,” he questioned, suddenly worried that Peter had only been pretending to enjoy himself.

“No, no I do! It’s really fun! But now I can’t eat any,” he pouted. “I’m so huuuungry.”

He frowned in concern. “Why don’t we get some food and come back, kiddo? We can grab an extra coat from the car while we do.”

“Mr. Stark, I’m already wearing, like three of yours,” Peter laughed. He gestured to the layers of puffy jackets he was bundled up in, along with his favorite Spider-Man hat and thin black gloves.

“Actually, I think you need a scarf,” Tony observed. “We can’t have any spider-baby popsicles on our hands, now can we?”

Peter rolled his eyes. Tony began fussing over him like a mother hen, wrapping his own scarf around his neck and zipping up his third coat. He took the boy’s small hands in his and winced, rubbing them to bring some warmth. 

“You’re gonna lose fingers if we don’t get you some better gloves, bud.”

“I’m fiiiine.”

Peter heaved the bag of crisp, red apples into his arms with ease. Tony and May grabbed their own separate ones and heaved them over their shoulders with a lot less ease. They headed toward the muddy dirt road, lugging their apples and stopping for a moment to admire some chickens. 

“Ooooh!” Peter exclaimed suddenly, spotting a glimpse of orange behind the tall pine trees. “Mr. Stark, May! There’re pumpkins!” He jogged off. 

“Don’t you wanna get food before this, Pete?” Tony called, following the boy.

“I’ll eat the pumpkins!” 

“Look out for worms!” May teased. Tony found himself thinking of the classic nursery rhyme, Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.

May found the perfect pumpkin almost at once. It was on the opposite side of the small field under a beautiful towering oak tree with red and golden leaves still on its branches. The pumpkin was a beautiful shade of dark orange and wonderfully round. She held it against the chest like it was a baby. 

Tony didn’t have any particular pumpkin in mind that he wanted so he decided to let Peter choose for him. 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna get the wrong one,” Peter worried. 

“It won’t be the wrong one, kiddo,” Tony promised.

“Get that lumpy one, it looks like his head!” May advised from across the pumpkin patch. Peter sniggered.

“I’m offended. My head is perfectly oval-shaped,” Tony objected. 

“Smooth as a shark,” Peter muttered to himself, completely missing the perplexed look from his father-figure.

He picked up the lumpy pumpkin and then began to scavenge for a second one, humming. “This is Halloween, this is Halloween, pumpkins scream in the dead of night… ooh.” Peter knelt down and began to inspect this potential nominee. 

It was huge. Wide and tall with a round face and a flat back. The stem was long and twisting. The color was beautiful.

It. Was. Perfect.

“I found it!” he yelled. May and Tony turned to long at him and Peter displayed his pumpkin proudly. 

“Congrats,” said May, her grin wide. Tony applauded. 

“Can we get it?”

“Of course, Roo.” He smiled, kneeling down to take the lumpy pumpkin while Peter stood up with his own. “Do you wanna get another?”   

“Are you sure? I mean, I kinda do…”

“Yes, Petey, I’m sure.” Tony bent to press a quick kiss to his forehead. “Actually, I’d be delighted if you got another one. Really.” He loved seeing Peter so happy over a simple fruit. (Vegetable? Gourd?) Tony would gladly buy thousands of pumpkins if Peter could always be this happy. 

Soon Peter had selected two more pumpkins, a wide, squat one, and round, light orange one. They made their way back to the parking lot and the barn, where lots of fresh produce stands were set up. 

There was a beautiful, towering willow tree that Peter admired, watching its long limbs sway in the wind peacefully. He breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of rain and hay and something just distinctly fall. He trotted back to where his family stood in a line to buy their pumpkins and leaned into Tony, letting him wrap strong arms around him and hug him close. 

They bought their pumpkins and sat down at a picnic bench under the willow tree and basked in the sunlight. Tony left to the car and came back with a picnic basket akin to the ones in cartoons.

Peter’s eyes lit up when he noticed the mac and cheese in a plastic container and immediately he dug in. After inhaling his pasta, he dug through the basket. His eyes sparkled like stars. 

“Rhodey made us brownies!” Colonel Rhodes’s brownies were the best. They were gooey and somehow always warm, with extra chocolate-chips and an oreo in the middle. Rhodey had drowned them in jack-o’-lantern shaped sprinkles. He had even included a bottle of whipped cream, though most of it had probably been used on the current brownie Peter had just bit into.

“Oh, yummy,” May said, helping herself to a large one. Tony took his own and sprayed almost as much whipped cream on it as Peter had. 

Before he took a bite, he laughed. “Pete, how did you get whipped-cream on your forehead?” He balled up his sleeve and wiped it off. Peter squirmed away.

He played a quick rhythm on his pumpkin before glancing toward the various stands by the barn. “We should get apple cider,” he said, having a sudden realization. “I guess they probably wouldn’t go very good with brownies but maybe with pumpkin pie or something…?”

“Good idea, bud. How about some candy apples while we’re at it?”

“Yesss.”

Peter was bouncing in his seat while he waited for May and Tony to finish their sandwiches. He helped himself to a few more delicious brownies, trying to savor every bite. (And failing because they were so good.”

When they finished their food, they took a quick moment to put their pumpkins in the trunk of the car, then Peter led the way to the barn. At the back of the big room there was a large assortment of fresh produce, which May made a beeline to. On the right wall were four tall refrigerators, chock full of apple cider. 

“Why are they in milk cartons?” Peter wondered, opening the door and pulling the juice out. “Here!”

“Just one? You need to hydrate, young man,” he teased, pulling out three more jugs.

“I won’t just drink apple cider, Mr. Stark.”

“Actually, I think your blood is gonna be 75% apples, kiddo.”

“Carrots or asparagus, Pete?” May called. 

“Carrots?” 

“Good choice, honey.”

Tony noticed wonderfully red candy apples displayed on one of those cupcake stands he always saw at fancy parties. He pointed them out to Peter, who grinned and asked if they could have some.

“That’s what we're here for, Petey-Pie.” 

The young man at the stand wrapped the tree apples individually with cellophane and placed them in a bag. 

“That’s smart,” Peter said as they joined May at the checkout line. “Apples probably wouldn’t taste good with a paper bag.”

The cashier recognized Tony when they bought their food. Her hand flew to her open mouth and she shook her head in amazement. “You’re… you’re….” 

He offered a smile. Peter inched behind him and grabbed his hand. Tony squeezed his hand comfortingly and moved in front of him so no one could see his face. 

The cashier began to check out their items robotically, staring at Tony for an uncomfortably long time before she blinked and asked, “Do you want a bag, sir?”

Once they stuffed the groceries into the trunk of Tony’s car, Peter admired the farm one last time. The big willow tree swayed gracefully in the brisk wind as if it were saying farewell. 

Peter crawled into the back seat and slammed the door, curling up and shivering. Tony glanced in the back mirror and quickly moved to turn up the heat. 

He rested his chin on the edge of the window. The position was far from comfortable but at least he could watch the trees fly past as they drove. 

“You okay back there, Petey?” Tony asked, sounding concerned.

“‘M good. Just thinking,” he mumbled. It was hard to talk with his jaw pressed against a hard surface. 

“You sure, bud?” Tony still sounded worried. Peter sighed.

“Stop worrying,” he groaned. “I’m fine.”

“Okay, Petey, I trust you.” If he hadn’t been driving the car he would have held up his hands in mock surrender. “But you know that you can come to me for anything, right? Even if it’s just a stubbed toe, okay?”

“I know, Mr. Stark, really.” 

A snore filled the car, and they both laughed when they looked to May and realized she was already asleep. 

“So kiddie, whatcha thinkin’ about?” he asked. 

“How I’m gonna carve my pumpkin!” 

~~~~~

Peter dramatically threw the three pumpkins he was carrying down onto the kitchen island, pretending to wipe sweat off his forehead. He snickered when May rolled her eyes.

Peter took off his layers of coats and threw them on the couch, hanging his scarf up and then ripping off his hat. His hair frizzed everywhere and Tony laughed, his eyes soft and adoring. He flattened it down with his hand and pulled Peter into a crushing hug, bending to kiss his still slightly puffy curls.

They sat down at the kitchen island and chose their respective pumpkins. Peter looked around. “Where’re the knives?” he asked. 

“Oh, I know.” May stood up and rummaged through the upper cabinets, bringing out an orange carton. “Here!”

Tony watched nervously as Peter grabbed a carving knife from the box and stabbed the top of his pumpkin without any regard for his personal safety. 

“Careful, bubba,” he warned. He was about to take the knife from Peter’s small hands and bend it into pieces for being so dangerous and trying to hurt his kid. “No lost limbs today, okay?”

Peter laughed and continued to cut the top of his pumpkin. He yanked the stem out and sliced off the stringy guts. He took an orange plastic scooper and started scraping the seeds and guts out of the inside. Tony took his own pumpkin and did the same, keeping a watchful eye on his reckless kid all the same.

“What are you carving Pete?” May asked. 

“Secret,” Peter grinned, turning the pumpkin so they couldn’t see it. “You can see later!” 

“Well, fine. What about you, Tony?”

Tony hadn’t given much thought about it yet. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he had an idea that might work. “Secret,” he said.

May sighed in amused exasperation. “Suit yourself, lumpy. I’m going with the classic.” She took a purple sharpie and started drawing.

“Why aren’t there Halloween Carols?” Peter wondered aloud. “I don’t know like, any spooky songs and it’s sad.”

“There’s that one, um…” Tony trailed off. He did know the actual name of the song, but the look on Peter’s face would be priceless. “Spooky Scary Pumpkins? Ghosts? Is that it?”

Peter slowly raised his head, his eyes wide. “What?”

“You know, that one you’re always singing,” May said, joining in. “‘Spooky scary pumpkins’ sounds right.” 

Peter groaned and buried his head in his arms. “No. This isn't happeniiiiiing.”

“I believe the correct title is ‘Spooky Scary Skeletons, Boss,” said FRIDAY’s disembodied voice. 

“Thank you!” Peter threw up his hands in relief. “Spooky scary pumpkins. Ugh. Thanks for the nightmares.”

Tony ruffled his hair. “FRI, play it for us uncultured zombies, will ya?”

The first few notes of the song played and Peter started headbanging exaggeratedly, doing a dance in his seat. “Such a bop,” he said to himself, then went back to carving his pumpkin. 

A bop? Tony decided not to ask. He sketched out his idea on the pumpkin with a light pencil and rummaged through their carving tools.

“Mr. Stark, you didn’t get the guts out!” Peter protested. 

“Don’t worry, bud, you’ll see. Trust me.”

Tony finally found what he was looking for. “A-ha!”

“Is that..?” Peter leaned over. “Is that a dremel drill? Isn’t that for like, trimming dog nails?” 

“One of its many uses!” Tony switched it on. “Carving time.”

“Ooh. That’s cool, I wanna try!”

He handed the drill over to him. Peter turned his pumpkin around to the back and started carving. “Oh, so it only gets like the fleshy parts! The flesh? So then it kinda glows through.”

“That’s right,” he said. “It looks pretty cool when you put a candle in it.” Tony took the drill and got back to work. Their song was still playing in the background, and at some parts Peter would do a dance and sing along. 

After about fifteen minutes of ridiculous chatter and multiple songs played, May jumped up. “Finished!”

“Already?!” Peter exclaimed. “Lemme see!”

“Just a sec.” May ran off and grabbed a candle from one of the drawers in the living room, then hurried back. She put it in the pumpkin and lit it carefully. “Ta-da!”

“Oooh!” 

May had carved a traditional pumpkin with a big, spiky jaw, a triangle nose, and big triangle eyes. She had taken seeds and put them in the corners of the eyes to act as pupils. 

“Oh, he’s cross eyed!” Peter laughed. “That’s really cool.” 

Tony grinned. “Clever. I like it.”

“Thanks, Tony. I think I’ll borrow that drill from you when you’re done. I want to make a flower on the back.”

“Sure.” Tony continued working on theinrticate design, squinting and trying to make it as precise as possible. He caught Peter trying to sneak a peak and shooed him off cheerfully. 

When Tony looked up to check on Peter, he nearly cooed. His kid had the most adorable look of concentration on his face. His tongue poked out between his lips and his brow was furrowed. Peter worked carefully, selecting the tools he knew would work best and using them delicately.

 When Peter looked up again, the sky was considerably darker. He looked at the clock. “How is it already five?!” No way had he been working for one and a half hours straight. 

Tony blinked and snapped out of his stupor. “Huh. Time flies, I guess. I’m about done, how about you, kiddo?”

“Almost… I kinda messed up a few details but I think it looks okay!” He scraped the pumpkin more and looked up. “There! Where are the candles?”

“Here you go.” May smiled and handed him a red candle that smelled like cinnamon. He took the lighter and dipped his hand in the pumpkin while Tony watched anxiously. 

“Don’t burn yourself, baby.” He bit his lip in worry. “Be careful.”

“I am!”

May dimmed the lights and pulled the curtains shut. The candle glowed brightly in the dark room and Peter turned the pumpkin to face them. 

May gasped. “Oh. Oh my goodness! Peter, that’s gorgeous!” 

The boy blushed in the candlelight. “Thanks.” He looked to Tony, who had been strangely silent this whole time. 

“Mr. Stark?”

“Petey….” Tony felt his arc reactor and in his mind, compared it to Peter’s intricate, detailed carving that he had spent so much time on. “Petey… you made my reactor?” 

“Uh-huh! I kinda messed up some parts, but I think it looks pretty good. What do you think?”

“I… I… oh my god, baby, I love it. I love it so much.” He pulled his kid into a hug, squeezing him tight. Tony kissed his head and blinked away the tears in his eyes. Peter, surprised at first, hugged him back. “Thank you, Petey.”

“No problem,” he said, voice muffled in Tony’s sweatshirt. “Does it look good?”

“It looks beautiful, baby.”

“I had no idea you could make something like this,” May murmured, tracing the arc reactor with her fingers. “Wow, honey. This is spectacular!”

“Thanks.” Peter’s face heated from the praise and he pushed his head further into Tony’s chest. “What did you make?”

“I was wondering when you’d ask.” Reluctantly, he let go of Peter (but not without another forehead kiss) and grabbed the lighter, He lit the candle, turned it around, and-

It was Peter’s turn to gasp. “Is that me?!” He admired the glowing spider emblem with wide eyes. It matched the one on his suit exactly. “Oh my god!”

Tony beamed. “Do you see the resemblance?” 

“I’m pretty sure you just stole my suit and like, made it into a pumpkin. It’s so cool! I love it, thank you!”

“It was my pleasure,” he said graciously, giving a little bow. “Where do you think we should put them?”

“Um, I dunno. Where’s a good spot?”

Tony looked around. Eventually they decided to put them on the mantle above the fireplace. Peter worried they might rot, but the man assured him they wouldn’t and turned off the fireplace just to ease his kid’s fear.

Peter took a look at the room. A few days ago he and Tony had draped bright orange and purple lights around the room and Peter had added some webs that would definitely leave stains. There was a black spiderweb table runner on the coffee table, and in the kitchen there stood a plastic cauldron filled with dry ice. Ghosts made of tissue and paper mache balls hung from strings by the fireplace and above the couch and tv. Peter took a black and orange oreo from a pumpkin shaped plate cheerfully. 

“When’s dinner?” he asked, realizing how hungry he was getting.

“Are you hungry, bud? We can order a pizza, how does that sound?” Tony replied, smoothing down his curls and then ruffling them so they puffed back up again. 

“Great!” Peter patted his curls back down and flopped on the couch, taking out his phone. 

Only fifteen minutes later the pizza arrived. Peter jumped up happily and opened the box.

“It’s pumpkin shaped!” he exclaimed. “That’s so cool!” The pepperoni slices had been arranged in jack o’ lantern face and Peter laughed. He took four big slices for himself and sat down at the table while May joined him. Tony poured three glasses of apple cider and gave the biggest one to his kid, then sat down next to him. 

Peter wolfed down his pizza in the blink of an eye and downed the cider just as quickly. May and Tony started on their second slices while he started on his fifth. 

He was about to ask May if she knew that some spiders had blue blood when her phone rang. She smiled apologetically at them and stood up to take the call.

“Sandra? Oh, hi.” She wandered into the living room. “Uh-huh? Oh, that’s too bad, I’m so sorry.” A pause. “I could. Yeah, no problem. It’s okay. I hope everyone feels better.” May put her phone down. 

“I’m sorry, guys. I have to fill in for a friend for a few hours.” She sighed. “Her twins are sick and she really needs this. I have to go but I’ll be back soon, okay?” May grabbed her coat and gloves. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” 

“It’s okay, Aunt May,” Peter said, offering a smile. “What time will you be back?”

“Around two.” She titled his head back to kiss his forehead. “Get some sleep, both of you. No scary movies. Larb you!” She headed toward the elevator.

“Larb you too!” he called back as the doors closed behind her. Peter sighed. 

The room was oddly silent without May’s laughter, but soon Peter started chatting and laughing and they relaxed into their normal banter. 

When they finished their pumpkin pizza, they sat down on the couch. Peter snuggled into Tony’s side and yawned, grabbing his Starkpad. He scrolled to a video and poked Tony’s shoulder.

“What’s this, kiddo?” he asked, wrapping an arm around Peter’s shoulders and pulling him closer.

“Buzzfeed Unsolved,” he mumbled. “That’s Ryan and that’s Shane.” 

“Huh. That’s cool. They solve mysteries?”

“Sometimes. They don’t really solve them, I mean, it’s called Buzzfeed Unsolved, but they do talk about suspects or theories or whatever. Sometimes they do supernatural ones and they’re really funny. And spooky,” Peter rambled. Tony chuckled and turned his attention to the video.

The Haunted Halls of Waverly Hills, read the title. As the creepy introduction played, Tony frowned. The two men he assumed were Ryan and Shane were walking around a long, spooky hallway with cameras that made everything look like it was tinged green.

“You sure this isn’t too scary, Pete?” he asked, not wanting his kid to have nightmares. 

“It’s not,” Peter grumbled. “I’m fine. This one is cool!”

“If you’re sure, Roo.” Tony still sounded skeptical. He was prepared to turn off that tablet the second Peter showed any sign of fright, but he never did.

“This week on Buzzfeed Unsolved we explore Waverly Hills Sanatorium as part of our ongoing investigation, ‘are ghosts real?’” said Ryan.

The camera panned to Shane as he shook his head. They went on to explain the history of the sanatorium. Peter giggled at their many jokes, especially when Shane made snarky remarks. Tony deduced that Shane was the sceptic while Ryan strongly believed in paranormal happenings. He was inclined to side with Shane, but Peter looked just as nervous as Ryan was when he walked down an empty hallway all alone. 

“Pete, are you sure this isn’t too scary?” he repeated after a particularly gruesome description of the horrors that took place in that old building.

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” Despite his annoyed tone, Peter was smiling. 

“Okay, okay.” Tony turned to press a tender kiss to his temple. “I just don’t want you to have nightmares.”

“I won’t. It’s okay.” Peter flopped against him and pressed the next video. “Promise.” He yawned.

The videos, Tony admitted, were pretty cool. He liked how they listed theories and possibilities instead of just leaving the mysteries unended. The two men were funny and entertaining, and he found himself enjoying the videos. 

By now they had watched at least nine or ten episodes. It was easy to get lost in all the videos, which were only twenty minutes long each, but when you watched a few more, time had passed faster than you expected. When Tony checked the time he was surprised to find it was already nine-thirty. 

“You tired, bubba?” he asked gently as Peter yawned. “You’ve had a pretty big day.”

Peter shrugged. “A little.”

“Do you wanna go to bed now, sweetheart?”

“Sure.” He stretched and yawned again. “Tomorrow’s Halloween, right?”

“That’s right,” he hummed. He helped Peter stand up and they made their way down the hallway. “Good night, baby,” he murmured, pulling him into a hug. 

Peter felt a warm kiss pressed to his curls. “G’night.” He hugged Mr. Stark and stumbled into his bedroom, rubbing his eyes. 

Tony watched with love shining bright in his eyes. He headed to his own bed and climbed under the covers, curling up and turning on the bedside lamp. He grabbed his glasses and perched them on the edge of his nose, planning to get a little reading done before he went to bed. 

He couldn’t help but worry about his kid, who had just binge-watched ten episodes about terrible deaths and tortures. “FRI, tell me if he can’t fall asleep, or if he does and wakes up. Just tell me if he’s scared.”

“Certainly, boss,” the AI said smoothly. Tony nodded and began reading, though he barely took in a word, much more focused on the boy in the room next to him. 

~~~~~

Peter thought he had been tired. He had nearly unhinged his jaw from yawning so much. But now, he lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

He shifted around, trying to get comfortable. Heavy blankets tangled around his legs as he thrashed. Peter sighed and mashed his pillow over his face.

After what felt like an hour (but in reality was only fifteen minutes) Peter rolled over and sat up, yawning and scratching the back of his neck.

He grabbed his Starkpad and earbuds. Peter only used one, because two was too overwhelming. He went to youtube and clicked on the first unsolved episode he found, just wanting to sleep. 

The intro played loudly in his ear and Peter relaxed. 

“This week on Buzzfeed Unsolved we’ll cover the Axeman Killer of New Orleans,” said Ryan Bergara. “One of the strangest serial killer cases I’ve ever read.”

“And you’ve read a lot,” Shane replied.

Ryan explained the timeline, which began in 1918 in, of course, New Orleans and ended around eighteen months later. He detailed the mysterious and morbid attempted killings, saying, “In chilling fashion, he only seemed to strike people while they slept in their beds.”

Just to make sure, Peter peeked out the curtain. He shivered and hid further under his blankets. He snickered quietly when Shane made a joke right off the bat.

When the video ended, he turned it off and lay back down. He scrubbed his eyes, feeling refreshed but sleepy at the same time.

Except now, he was having a lot harder of a time falling asleep.

Peter stared at his bedroom door nervously, expecting someone to burst in brandishing an axe. 

It never came.

He watched apprehensively, knowing this was stupid, and rolled over so he faced the wall.

Now his back felt even more exposed. Peter shivered and faced the door in a panic, swearing he heard something. 

Nothing.

He sighed shakily and curled up under the blankets, his heart racing and his eyes wide. The shadows seemed to dance and his eyes flitted from corner to corner as he expected some creature with razor sharp teeth to come leaping out of them. 

A chair, which he had thrown some dirty clothes on the other day, now looked like some skeletal creature with a huge head that could swallow him in one bite.

Peter, in a sudden burst of adrenaline, threw off his covers and sprinted the few feet down the hall to Tony’s room, the door slamming open. Peter leapt onto Tony’s bed, shaking, and wrapped his arms around the man.

Tony went rigid with surprise. “Peter?” He straightened up, squeezing his kid tight protectively and looking murderously around the room for the source of Peter’s fear. “What is it, baby? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

Peter shook his head and crawled shakily into his lap, pressing his face into his chest. “Petey? What happened?” His voice was soft and gentle but somehow worried and protective at the same time. “Did you have a nightmare?”

Peter sniffed and blinked a few tears out of his eyes. His cheeks heated in embarrassment. He wilted in Tony’s arms both out of shame and overwhelming relief that he was safe now. 

“Oh, baby,” he cooed. “You’re okay, I got you, you’re okay. I’m here, shh.” He kissed his delicate brown curls. “I’m here, I’m here.”

Peter sighed in relief and squashed his nose against Tony’s reactor. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled.

“Why are you sorry, bubba? You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?” Tony murmured. 

Peter nodded. “I- I just got scared.” His voice cracked and he tried not to cry. 

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay, you’re okay. I got you. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, ‘kay?” He brushed his fingers through his curls. “Pete?”

A soft snore filled the peaceful quiet of the room. Peter’s breathing was slow and even, his face lax. Tony’s face softened. He carefully maneuvered Peter’s limp body under the war covers and wrapped his arms around him, pressing his nose into his curls. “I won’t ever let anything hurt you, kay?” He sighed in contentment, holding his kid tightly. “I love you so much baby.”

Tony’s eyes fluttered shut. “G’night, sweetheart.”

~~~~~

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[mordenheim]

Fictober 2020 28:  “Do I have to do everything here?”

Padlock and Crowbar slipped through the moonlit shadows out of Ponyville.  They had a good tip that the Pumpkin family had a bumper crop this year and between their sugar pie pumpkins and their carving gourds selling like mad they were flush with bits. The two burglars crept into the mostly barren pumpkin patch, watched over by a tall, gangling scarecrow.  It's pumpkin head was dried out and partially rotted, giving it a sunken, wrinkled appearance.  A tattered old flannel shirt stuffed with fragrant sweet hay made up its upper body and two thick, sturdy branches  for its legs.

It guarded over a pitiful patch at the moment.  Dead, dry vines with only a few stunted pumpkins nobody really wanted left.  There were still a few more days until Nightmare Night, but it looked like the old farmers were out of stock well in advance despite the fine crop.

Crowbar, a big gray unicorn, frowned at it as they passed.  The thing gave him the creeps.  Holding his prybar in his magic, he gave the pumpkin head a few experimental pokes before giving it one solid whack, knocking off a chunk of rotted orange flesh.  Padlock, the smaller brown earth pony mare hissed at him, yanking his ear with her teeth to get him back on track.

Casting a glance over his shoulder and brushing his green mane out of his eyes, Padlock saw the scarecrow facing away from them, back towards town as they did their best not to trip over the thick vines or uneven ground of the pumpkin patch.  Crowbar grumbled under his breath as a light, misty rain began to fall, adding an unhealthy damp chill to the already cool evening.  Clouds rolled in, obscuring the night and forcing him to ignite a faint glow from his horn so they could see where they were going.

All of the lights were off in the farmhouse as they crept around to the back door.  Crowbar levitated a set of lock picks out of his saddlebags and set to work on the door.  After a few moments, Padlock grumbled at the metallic clink of a snapped lock pick and shoved him out of the way.

“Do I have to do everything here?  I swear.”  She hissed, her breath forming a misty cloud between them in the damp air.

Glancing over his shoulder, Crowbar blinked as he saw the scarecrow was no longer facing towards Ponyville.  The thing was turned towards them and a dull orange glow had ignited inside of its pumpkin head, illuminating its collapsing features as well as the hole the big unicorn had knocked in its head.  “Uhhh...  P.. Padlock?”

Not looking up from her work, the earth pony gave him a shove with her free hoof. Grumbling as water dripped onto her nose from her soaked mane the mare concentrated on the sound of the tumblers clicking into place. She didn't pay any attention to the sudden rattle like a stiff wind bowing through dried leaves still stuck to hundreds of vines, or the soft scrabbling of hooves against tilled earth and stone, figuring the big lummox was just giving her some more room.

There was a soft click and Padlock gave a grunt of satisfaction as she felt the lock release.  Putting away the picks in the case she held it behind her for Crowbar to take.  When she released it, however, the case fell to the earth with a thud.  

Slowly turning, she was stunned to see no sign of her accomplice.  Calling out for him in a hissing whisper she trotted into the field.  She hadn't gone very far, about halfway to the old scarecrow when she got her hind leg tangled in a vine and fell sprawling to the dirt.

Cold, damp, and thoroughly annoyed, she kicked her leg a few times, but the vine only seemed to wrap more tightly about her hoof.  She cussed through her teeth, then gasped as a thick vine whipped around her mouth, gagging her.  Her eyes widened in horror as she looked up to see the glowing features of the scarecrow glaring down at her.   There was a creak of wood and a rustle of hay as the figure slowly raised its arms.  Vines and roots burst from the ground all around Padlock, lashing tightly about her body, squeezing the breath from her lungs as they entangled her legs, slamming her down hard against the damp, musty earth.  She whimpered in fear as she struggled to break free but could barely twitch a muscle.  Biting down as hard as she could she attempted to chew through the vine in her mouth.

She had just bit through the vine and started to tug at one around her foreleg when the scarecrow dropped its arms.  She felt a great rumbling and cried out in pain as she was crushed against the soil.  She pulled and struggled, giving out a breathless scream as she was slowly dragged down beneath the cold, dark earth.

The following morning, the Pumpkin family could barely believe their eyes!  A miracle had occurred overnight!  The field was lush and thick with heavy green vines.  Huge carving pumpkins lined one field, round and fat and orange.  The lighter-skinned sugar pie pumpkin field was practically overflowing with the gourds as well.  With this much produce to sell, they would live like kings through the harsh winter and have a great head start on spring planting.

The only thing they found out of place was the fallen, broken remains of what looked like an old scarecrow.  Pumpkin Pie picked up the old, half rotted jack o' lantern head and placed it in a spot of pride on the low stone wall near the gate before gathering up the broken mess that was the rest of its body.  Shrugging, she supposed someone was either trying to play a prank or do them a kindness.

“Honestly though,” she asked aloud, gazing towards a Ponyville mostly obscured by morning mist.  “What good is a scarecrow in a pumpkin patch at harvest time?”

[ladywynneoutlander]

Hi guys. So I am writing a little story for the holiday season. It is very fluff-tastic, mostly family and love with a minimum of plot. I very much hope someone enjoys it!

Heart’s Abundance

Part 1 - Giving Thanks

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 , Part 6

Bree and I are sitting in the kitchen, enjoying my own special blend of “Liberty Tea,” a mixture of dried strawberry leaves, lemon balm, and chamomile. It is hot, fragrant, and delicious. As we sip, the afternoon sun warms the whole room, giving the feeling of a golden cocoon in the midst of a particularly cold November day. Adso is with us, basking in a windowsill, and we are all practically purring with contentment. Then the sound of dried leaves crackling underfoot reaches our ears. We have visitors. Brianna and I sigh slightly but smile at each other. She opens the door while I take a honey cake from the cupboard.  

It is Young Ian and Rachel. I smile warmly at them. Ian is dressed in particular native splendor today, owing to a visit from a group of prominent Mohawks passing through. His head is freshly plucked and spiked, with metal ornaments and turkey feathers hanging from the back.  Over his pink calico shirt is a vest decorated with astonishing beadwork, and his buckskin trousers are fringed. Next to him Rachel’s Quaker attire is a contrast. She is in a gray wool dress with plain white cap and kerchief. As she enters the sunny room, she unwraps her shawl to reveal the newest Murray, snuggled in a sling against his mother.

Brianna closes the door behind them, then her face lights with a smile, “Why, you look like a Thanksgiving pageant!”

The couple look at each other in incomprehension. “A what, cuz?” Ian inquires.

“You know! When the Pilgrims and Indians ate together. At Plymouth? It was a long time ago…” Her voice becomes more hesitant as the faces of our guests remain blank.

I understand the difficulty. Thanksgiving isn’t celebrated now, even though the famous harvest meal happened more than one hundred years before. I’m struggling to salvage this time-travel faux pas when Jamie steps through the door leading to the front of the house. He bends to kiss my cheek then crosses to wiggle a finger at the newly freed baby. “And what’s that then?” he says, turning to Brianna. “Is thanksgiving not something you do, no a meal?”

“Well…” she hesitates, then boldly rushes on. “Where I grew up, in Boston, some people take a day near the end of November to give thanks for their blessings. They celebrate with a feast and invite close friends and family.”

“It sounds lovely,” Rachel says kindly, “though oughtn’t we to give thanks every day?”

“Of course,” Brianna agrees, ‘it’s just nice to take a special moment for it now and then.” She looks wistfully at me. “Right Mama?”

Suddenly I recall craft-paper feathers, Macy’s parade on the television, and the taste of a cranberry jello salad in perfect vividness. I move to stand by Brianna and take her arm, smiling softly in understanding. “Yes, darling. It is.”

Jamie looks at us and his own face grows tender. Rachel still looks confused, but Ian, who has been watching carefully exclaims, “Sounds like a fine idea! We should have our own thanks meal, aye?”

I look at Ian gratefully, thankful indeed for his enthusiastic spirit. I also see Jamie’s face. It is creasing slowly into a smile. “Aye. We should.”

Brianna’s hand tightens on my arm in excitement. “Great! We’ll have Thanksgiving on the Ridge!”

-o0OOO0o-

A few days later I pull Brianna’s turkey out of the oven and baste it well with drippings, butter, and thyme before pushing it back inside for another half hour. It is nearly time to eat and the bounty of the Ridge is spread throughout the kitchen. It will be a delicious meal (if I do say so myself). The smell is heaven, and by the discreet peeking and increasingly frequent visits of men and small children, they think so too.

Jamie and Brianna brought down this large tom the day before. Even with ten people there would be plenty to go around. I had also dug the last of the fresh vegetables and emptied the pantry. Fanny had spent the entire prior afternoon baking. It would be a feast indeed.

The table is set and festooned with colorful dried leaves and pinecones. Roger even wove a clever cornucopia from twigs and filled it with gourds. Perfect. The turkey has a chestnut mushroom stuffing. There are also yams and brussels sprouts and onion gravy, and (elegance indeed!) yeast dinner rolls rather than corn bread. Crocks of butter and honey and jam round out the meal. My mouth waters just setting it all out.

Soon everyone gathers and we ceremoniously present the pièce de résistance on a platter. Looking from face to face around our large farm table I see Fanny’s eyes widen and smile happily to myself. We are all here, Brianna, Roger, Jem, and Mandy. Germain and Fanny. Jenny and Ian and Rachel with the baby sleeping peacefully in a basket. Jamie takes my hand and gives it a squeeze, then leans over and whispers, “I often think your time strange, Sassenach, but this is fine, aye?” He kisses my lips softly.

The others, used to us, are chattering away. Jamie straightens, clears his throat and waits for quiet, then looks to the end of the table, saying formally, “Ieremiah, an toireadh tu taing?“

Jem, sensitive to the honor thus bestowed, sits up straight as an arrow, “Aye, sir.” He folds his hands before him and I am suddenly reminded of my first dinner at Leoch, when young Hamish said grace. Jem has the same red hair. I add Hamish to my prayers as we all bow our heads together.

“Dear Holy Father. Thank ye for the food before us. Thank ye for our family and friends. Bless us, O Lord, and help us to do good always. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”

“Amen,” the table echoes.  

Jemmy peaks at his father, and at Roger’s nod of approval relaxes happily in his chair. Jamie carves and wafts of fragrant steam are released. The table makes noises of appreciation all around. We fill our plates and enjoy the meal.

“You know,” Roger says, buttering a roll. Since we are giving thanks today, maybe we should each say something we’re thankful for. I believe that’s something they do in Boston, aye Brianna?” He smiles at his wife and she nods.

“Oh yes, it’s a tradition.” When no one volunteers she goes on, and looking directly at Jamie and I, “I’m thankful to be home.” Brianna then turns to Mandy on her right. “And what about you sweetheart? What are you thankful for?”

Mandy turns up a honey-smeared face and smiles. “I thankful for Esmeralda!”

Everyone chuckles and Roger goes next. “I’m thankful for family, for my wife and bairns.”

Jem says, “I’m thankful for Grandda. And Grandma,” he adds hastily.

Germain is next. “I’m thankful for my friends.” He smiles at Fanny and Jem.

Fanny answers in a small voice, “I’m thankful to Mr. and Mrs. Fraser for keeping me.”

“Oh Fanny,” I say gently, “We want to.” She blinks quickly and gives a small smile and we continue.

Jenny, Ian, and Rachel take their turns.

“I’m thankful for our new wee bairn.”

“I’m thankful to have my mam here, and my wife.”

“I’m thankful for the peace we enjoy here.”

Jamie says simply, “I’m thankful for ye, Sassenach.”

I look around the table slowly and finally turn my face up to Jamie, the man who is my heart, “I’m thankful for each of us. For love and family. For every moment.”

“Amen,” he says, and kisses me.

-o0OOO0o-

Soon afterward the table is cleared, and dessert brought out. We have apple tansey, clootie dumpling, and for Brianna, pumpkin pie. There is also custard and sweet cream. I am just setting coffee to boil when a solid thump sounds on the front door. Everyone freezes in surprise for a heartbeat. Visitors are nearly unheard-of this time of year. Then, just as chaos breaks out, Jamie rises. He walks to the front of the house, myself close behind. He seems unhurried and calm, but I notice he carries the carving knife in his left hand.

Jamie opens the door, letting in a blast of frigid November air. What greets us looks like nothing so much as a bear covered in deer hide. Albeit a bear with merry blue eyes glinting above his beard.

“Myers!” Jamie greets the mountain man warmly, discreetly passing the knife to me. I stash it in my deep pocket. “Welcome! What brings ye here so late in the year?”

The bristles part with Myers’ grin. “Well, I’ll tell ‘ee sir. I’ve come wi’ company. Found ‘im near frozen on his way up from Cross Creek.” He steps aside to reveal a second figure in the dooryard, just as tall, but more solidly built.

Peering around Jamie’s shoulder my mouth falls open in shock. The last person I ever expected to see on the Ridge is the Ninth Earl of Ellesmere.

For once I recover more quickly than Jamie, and step around my husband. “William!” I say in sincere pleasure.

The young man looks up a bit uncertainly, then seeing my happiness recovers himself. “Mother Claire.” He might have said more but is prevented by a blur of yellow homespun that comes hurtling through the door and crashes into his middle. William teeters precariously at the impact before coming solidly back to his feet, Frances Pocock clinging to him in perfect imitation of a baby opossum on its mother’s back.

“William! Oh William! I thought I might never th-, see you again!”

William gingerly pats the capped head. “It’s good to see you again too, Fanny.” He smiles gently down, a slight shadow passing briefly in the depths of his slanted eyes. He gently disentangled Fanny and turns to Jamie. “I hope our arrival isn’t a cause of inconvenience to you sir. I…”

Seeing him hesitate I break in as politely as I can. “Of course not! You are both most welcome! Come in and warm up. We are just about to have dessert.”

I usher the newcomers and the gaping crowd back into the kitchen. In a few moments of flurried activity William and John Quincey are greeted by all and settled at the table, the children relocated to stools.

“We had a fine harvest this year so we’re having a wee meal to celebrate and give thanks for it,” Jamie explains, smiling.

“Judging from this bounty, indeed you have!” Myers exclaims as he unabashedly fills his plate with apple tansey, sweet cream, and one of the remaining rolls covered in honey and jam. Jem and Germain looking on in fascination.

I pour him coffee, hiding a smile. “We’re pleased to share it with you.”

William eats more sedately, but with evident pleasure. Watching him, Fanny on one side and Brianna on the other, I wonder suddenly why he has come. Then I look at Jamie. He is watching the boy as well, and though his face is expressionless, to me his eyes reveal the joy he takes in the sight. No. The reason doesn’t matter. I slide my arm around Jamie’s and lean against him, expressing without words my own joy in his happiness.

[pucking-rare]

pucking rare masterlist 2019

below the cut are all the fics added to the pucking rare collection 2019, sorted by team/relationship. thanks everyone who wrote, beta’d, left prompts and in any way contributed to this year’s collection!

fyi: fics are sorted by who was on what team prior to 1 july because trying to keep track of who is on what team is beyond our capabilities right now.

BOSTON BRUINS

Anders Bjork/Matt Grzelcyk/Charlie McAvoy; Anders Bjork/Charlie McAvoy

something worth holding onto by cjmasim 

Anders turns over to face away from Charlie. It really doesn't matter how Charlie would react to him being aromantic. He's not going to come out to him just based on a random thought. There's no evidence whatsoever that Charlie likes him like that. If he did, he'd at least try to sleep in the same bed, Anders is sure.

It was a good hookup, and Charlie wants to do it again. Anders wants to do it again. So they'll do it again, and that's all they'll do. If it gets out of hand, well, he can deal with that when it happens.

Marcus Johansson & Brad Marchand

A 1000 Ways by onlypartly (foreverkneeld) 

Marcus Johansson finally gets an apology from Brad Marchand. Sort of.

BUFFALO SABRES

Rasmus Dahlin/Casey Mittelstadt; Rasmus Dahlin/Victor Olofsson

bloom by eichart

Ras doesn’t mean to keep buying plants for each and every one of his teammates, but he does, creating little explosions of green and orange and purple around the apartment. It’s his nature to look after them, to know when something’s wrong, so he will.

This team: he loves them.

This city: it’s special.

Jake McCabe/Rasmus Ristolainen

emptiness to melody by rawrimmapanda 

Jake knew that the random sore spots were something. He just didn't know what from exactly. After a trip to the doctor he sets off on a mission to find out who is soulmate is.

Bits of You on Me by eafay70 

Three times Jake's soulmate left him injured, and one time Jake was the one to blame.

CALGARY FLAMES

Johnny Gaudreau/Matthew Tkachuk

sealed with a kiss by iknewhim

“You want me,” Chucky drawls, “To kiss you for hockey.”

Elias Lindholm/David Rittich

We’ve Come Too Far, To Give Up Who We Are by Aer

David’s life has taken more than a few twists and turns over the years, but he’s always been able to see them coming, to some extent.

He never would have seen Elias coming in a million years.

COLORADO AVALANCHE

Tyson Barrie/Tyson Jost

soft shines through by somehowunbroken 

Defensemen have to marry forwards. It's a rule, and Tyson's been putting it off for longer than he should've, and now he needs to marry someone before the season starts or he won't be able to play.

Enter Tyson Jost.

J. T. Compher/Tyson Jost/Alexander Kerfoot; J. T. Compher/Tyson Jost

no regrets, just love by ancientdeceiver

The kiss, in the end, is just one friend helping out another friend.

Tyson Jost/Colin Wilson

bring your good times and your laughter too by somehowunbroken 

Sure, the stuffed pink rabbit and balloons had been funny, but it's Tyson's birthday. Colin's maybe in the mood to give him whatever he asks for.

DALLAS STARS

Miro Heiskanen/Roope Hintz

round one, round two by ghosthunter

“Are you nervous?” Miro asks, reaching out and tugging Roope’s thumb from between his lips.

“Are you not?” Roope asks him, his voice quiet. Miro grins at him.

(maybe it's the finnish summer) got me seeing stars when I'm with you by up_and_away 

After they get eliminated, Miro can't bring himself to go home and face his parents' sympathy. He goes home with Roope instead, and finds a way to exhale.

keep it subliminal by carissima

Miro smothers a yawn and opens his door. Roope’s standing there with two coffees and an expression that matches his own mood.

when it hits you by carissima 

And that’s the precise moment he realizes that he may, in fact, have a Miro-sized problem.

MINNESOTA WILD

Mikko Koivu/Zach Parise

You Know My Words (Look Up the Name) by sleeperservice

Zach's soulmark shows up during his rookie season after a game against the Wild. Nobody told him it would take years to find out who else had one show up that night.

NEW JERSEY DEVILS

Taylor Hall/Nico Hischier/Jack Hughes

I won't hesitate for you by theshipstorulethemallwrites 

To be 29 years old, made the playoffs once and be a virgin was not in plans for Taylor Hall. Neither was falling for his, much, younger teammates. Yes, there's a plural in that last word, stop judging.

NEW YORK ISLANDERS

Mikhail Grabovski/Nikolay Kulemin

Windows by blueorangecrush

Kolya's grandmother used to say that dreams were windows into other worlds.

Anders Lee/Devon Toews

I’m on your clock, you’re in control by Mooresomore 

"Breaking up is hard to do...especially when you're not out to the team and you can't let anyone know about it (or that it's over). It really sucks too when you still want the person, but they want nothing to do with you." Mat had never thought those words would apply to him, but here he was.

NEW YORK RANGERS

Brady Skjei/Jimmy Vesey

we’re never gonna win the world by skjei 

Jimmy doesn’t want to die.

(or, jimmy vesey signs with the new york rangers and his live changes more than it ever has).

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS

Carter Hart/Nolan Patrick/Travis Konecny

Hens and Chicks by Hock_hug 

Travis Konecny can’t make coffee

Carter Hart/Claude Giroux/Danny Briere

Shining bright to see what you could truly be by Mooresomore

Just a fluffy look into the life of Carter, Claude, Danny, and their family.

Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

dumbasses in love by andersens

“So, I talked to Lawson, and it turns out he does think we’re dating.”

“I told you,” Nolan says.

“Yeah and see the thing is, I was gonna tell him he’s wrong. But then he started going on and on about how proud of me he is and how happy. And he was looking at me with his stupid Lawson face with his stupid Lawson smile and I just...I couldn’t tell him he was wrong.”

say that you're into me, let me know how it'll be (if you don't know, just say so) by haruspexes 

Really, the wedding is the thing that sets it all off. Someone self-aware might say it started way before the wedding but Travis has always been a little suspicious about that whole know-thyself thing. So, it starts on an otherwise unremarkable Tuesday afternoon.

***

“Anyways, you know I’m the best wedding date you could get on such short notice,” Travis fires off. It’s a pretty weak chirp, but the chance to say something is just too good to pass up.

“Yeah.” Nolan nods where Travis was half expecting him to argue.

take down some summer time by manybumblebees

Summer is lake days and fishing and coolers full of beer, the boat kicking up spray in its wake, and Nolan coming to stand next to him on the deck in his too-short shorts, holding his forearm next to TK’s and complaining about his Irish skin, which burns and freckles but never tans.

Or: summer makes TK stupid.

trouble's gonna follow (where i go) by carissima 

The first thing Travis learns about Nolan is that he can’t tie a fucking tie.

Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick; Carter Hart/Nolan Patrick; Carter Hart/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick; Lawson Crouse/Travis Konecny; Nico Hischier/Nolan Patrick

kiss me & take off your clothes by ghosthunter

“You’re so sexy in the morning, God,” TK says.

“I’m sexy all the time,” Nolan says. “That’s why I make the big bucks.”

SAN JOSE SHARKS

Tomas Hertl/Tommy Wingels

blame it, blame it by frausorge

Olive juice? That sounds disgusting.

TAMPA BAY LIGHTNING

Anthony Cirelli/Mikhail Sergachev

Once Smitten by verbaeghe 

It isn’t that Tony’s expecting Misha to already be in their dorm room when he arrives per se, it’s just. Well, it’s junior year, classes start tomorrow, and Misha still hasn’t managed an on-time arrival yet. At least he’s consistent.

A Tale of Courtship by Sugarchev, verbaeghe

“Marriage,” King Anton repeats to a slack-jawed Tony. “The council agrees, it’s time we secure our alliances.”

The King’s cabinet falls silent. Stamkos purses his lips, while Victor pretends to notice something out the window. Cally and McDonagh glue their eyes to the tactical map sprawled across the table and Misha…he should sit down before his legs give out.

Anthony Cirelli/Mikhail Sergachev; Braydon Coburn/Slater Koekkoek

How to Train Your Partner 101 by darkone 

Tony’s previous partner retired a month ago and he’s been anxiously awaiting a new one. He’s tired of going on missions with other well established teams because it makes him feel like a third wheel.

Braydon Coburn/Slater Koekkoek

Yours by Lecavayay

He takes Slater’s wrist, holds it to his lips like the name there is his and not some other Braydon waiting for the man in his bed to find him.

Tyler Johnson/Ondrej Palat

The Playboy of Central New York by blueorangecrush 

Tyler just wanted to be a semi-anonymous graduate student, not the funder of a biotech startup with his old money inheritance.

He thought he'd meet a girl who didn't know or care about his money. He was wrong about the "girl" part.

Cedric Paquette/Louis Domingue; Alex Killorn/Andrej Sustr; Jake Dotchin/Yanni Gourde

I Could Stay Here Forever by TylerAndAlexAndCeddyOhMy 

Ceddy and Louis were fall in love while studying abroad

“We should go to Italy!” Yanni yelled. 

“You just want to sleep with Italian guys,” Louis groaned. “We should go to France. The museums! Imagine all the history!” 

“Yeah! Because there is ZERO fucking history in ITALY, you huge fucking moron,” Yanni yelled at Louis. 

“You aren’t even interested in history! You’re interested in dick!” Louis countered. 

“Yes,” Yanni screamed stomping toward his room. “Big Italian dick!” With that he slammed his door.

TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS

Frederik Andersen/Auston Matthews/Morgan Rielly

Filled Up by eyeslikeonyx

When Auston pictured going on vacation with Freddie and Mo during the bye week, he was expecting to have fun in their hotel room, obviously. He knows Mitch is most likely getting railed on his own trip with Marty and Cees if the suggestive snaps from the night before are any indicator. Auston has been waiting for this trip for a while now, and he’s excited to finally relax and get some much needed sun. He doesn’t want to just have sex the entire time he’s on vacation.

He should have known his body would betray him the moment he, Mo, and Freddie actually made it to their resort suite.

Kyle Dubas/William Nylander

The Lace in Your Dress by elenajames 

There’s a garment box on their bed when Willy gets home.

You’re my golden hour by mozartspiano 

Kyle's condo is terrible. William helps him find a house.

This One’s For You by theshipstorulethemallwrites 

Since his father’s death in a classified military accident, William Nylander has always had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he could be more. And then he gets in trouble in a way that he can’t get out of.

Enter Kingsman

Enter Kyle Dubas

I Hope You Lie by dizzzylu 

"You think that we don't notice?" William asks. "How you take care of us, how you take the blame for us. We notice, Kyle. I notice."

Nazem Kadri/Mitch Marner; Nazem Kadri/Mitch Marner/John Tavares

Knights by eden22 

London Knights are always proprietary with each other.

Mitch Marner/John Tavares

A Monster Under the Bed by eyeslikeonyx 

On the morning of November 9, 1973, Good Hope Sheriff John Tavares is the third man to pull up to the banks of Lake Perry where a body has been found. Principal Patrick Marleau of Good Hope High School was the first, and Deputy Sheriff Morgan Reilly was the second.

Mitch Marner/William Nylander

You Brought Out The Best In Me by Bluejay141519 

Mitch is the sun and Willy's been in the shadows since the day Mitch was drafted. That doesn't mean he loves Mitch any less.

William Nylander/Andreas Johnsson

facts of life (it’s i and love and you) by florabee 

some things change and some things don't. the most set-in-stone fact in andreas's life is this: he loves willy and willy loves him

VANCOUVER CANUCKS

Brock Boeser/Elias Pettersson

boy with love by lilcrickee 

“Oh no,” Brock murmurs, the reality of the situation sinking in. It’s 11 o’clock in the middle of the offseason and he’s holding a baby. The baby is his. Brock is 22 and has a baby and the mother has run off to work on a cruise ship.

Elias Pettersson/Jacob Markstrom

Waiting Tied and Bound by Sister_Grimm 

Jacob knows exactly how to take Elias apart every time

WINNIPEG JETS

Nikolaj Ehlers/Patrik Laine

make my heart sparkle like champagne by softEldritch (assbutts) 

Hey, Niky,” he says slowly, enunciating it carefully so he doesn’t somehow mess up the words, “what if we do get married this summer?”

Turns out there’s a lot more to a wedding than just showing up, saying a few words and putting on some rings.

Adam Lowry/Brandon Tanev

while all his body trembled by onlypartly (foreverkneeld) 

(407): It's very finicky. Like baking. or BDSM.

mixer attachments by snailmailed

“It’s a KitchenAid. You have the same one. Are you feeling okay?” He added when Brandon continued to stare at his brand new mixer.

Brandon blinked. “Yeah dude, I know what it is.”

“Okay well it didn’t seem like -”

“I know what it is! Obviously.” Brandon huffed.

(Adam buys his own KitchenAid, Brandon doesn't take it well.)

FORMER/INTERNATIONAL TEAMMATES

Nazem Kadri/James Van Riemsdyk

hit me with that by landofpromise 

Nazem isn’t sure what to think when James’ name appears on his screen.

Mathew Barzal/Thomas Chabot

careless with my heart again by aimerai 

Mat looks at Chabby, actually looks at him, and wants to kiss him. This is not a new thought, nor is it particularly damning. Mat wants to make him fall apart, and that’s fine, too. But wanting to smooth out the faint wrinkle of his brow and uncoil the tension from his shoulders is a line he can’t cross. Wanting Chabby to go back to the person he was when he was asleep, carefree, is not something he is allowed. Staying the night was a detour; staying in bed was a mistake, and yet, Mat can’t bring himself to regret it. Some things are an inevitability; this may not be one of them, but Mat thinks he’d have chosen to land here anyway. Even if it’s going to hurt, even as he’s trying to pull himself out of one of the biggest hurts he’s ever had.

Anthony Cirelli/Taylor Raddysh

It Started Out With a Kiss (Or: How It Ended Up Like This) by love_stella 

“Who was that?” Misha asks, cutting him off.

“It was no one, don’t worry about it,” Tony tries to say, knowing damn well it’s going to be impossible to get them to stop now that they’ve started.

“No no no, that wasn’t no one,” Misha says, “You don’t just walk up and kiss no one.”

Anthony Cirelli/Taylor Raddysh/Mitchell Stephens

Magnolia by love_stella 

What catches his eye is a hint of blue floating around the water, but before he can reach his hand in to check he’s hit with another coughing fit, only this time he’s able to catch most of the petals in his palms so he can inspect them to make sure his eyes aren’t tricking him. Surely enough, Taylor didn’t even cough up any of Tony’s flower this time, the petals he’s holding are shorter and a pale blue that Taylor might find beautiful if they didn’t just come out of his lungs.

Eric Comrie/Chase De Leo

Trying To Get That Feeling Again by Mooresomore 

Chase and Eric had been together and things were perfect. What happened when Chase got traded to the Ducks changed all that. Can they find what was missing?

Dante Fabbro/Tyson Jost

all these songs of love by somehowunbroken 

Dante's an aspiring musician, so he'll take whatever help he can get, including a boy in 

his dreams who helps him write his music. Everything's going fine until he looks up during a show and sees that boy in the crowd.

Alexandre Fortin/Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers

this doesn’t look that much different from home by aimerai 

Alex is born somewhere between a hope and a dream, made more of magic than of DNA. He’s not quite a changeling child, but the first time he watches Pinocchio, he cries and cries and can’t stop, until he feels like he’s going to throw up with each hitching breath. It feels too similar, and he’s always known what he is.

Or, the moments that make a homecoming.

Marcus Johansson/Evgeny Kuznetsov

putting broken pieces back in place by ghosthunter 

“Evgeny Evgenyvich,” the stranger says.

“Huh?” Zhenya asks, confused. He stops to look up into the black space where a face should be.

“What would you give,” the stranger asks.

“For what?” Zhenya asks. He considers continuing walking, but he can’t. He considers running, but he can’t do that either. He thinks these things, but his body won’t do them.

“For what you want,” the stranger says to him.

Auston Matthews/Patrick Kane

Half in the shadows, half burned in flames by Caivallon 

Between night and day. In this strange endless twilight between yesterday and tomorrow when everything is possible.

They have played a game. A tempting and thrilling game.

Nathan MacKinnon/Mitch Marner

Pine your way to China by Aderam

In which our hero is surprisingly good at talking about it, but not to the right person.

AKA hockey boys are dumb, but we like them anyway.

William Nylander/David Pastrnak

Love and Marriage by blindbatalex 

“Yeah I got married and didn’t tell any of you,” David deadpans before it’s too late, finally able to form words, and there is a moment when it goes so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

WOMEN’S HOCKEY

Taylor Crosby/Amanda Kessel

run it, run it (like a girl) by ghosthunter 

Hockey analysts will make a rivalry out of anything. And if it’s not the analysts, then it’s the media. All they really had in common was they went to the same school and play the same sport.

OTHERS

Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome

ain't nothing like them summer nights by liroa15 

Connor's got one boyfriend for home and one boyfriend for away, and somehow they're all making it work. Together. Away from it all.

Alexander Ovechkin/Tyler Seguin; Nicklas Backstrom/Tyler Seguin

Icebreaker by myrthrilmercury

Throughout the league, Alexander Ovechkin is known as "Icebreaker" for his prowess at training the brattiest and most stubborn subs. His latest assignment is to transform the rude, rebellious Tyler Seguin into an obedient submissive willing to do anything commanded.

Sidney Crosby/Travis Konecny; Sidney Crosby & Marc-Andre Fleury

Forever in a Minute by elenajames

Sid lets the league send an alpha match for his heat, and he's not prepared for who they pick.

[leowyattv]

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[guitarplayingastrophysicist]

More fluffy headcanons - going to the carnival w/ joe. He'll go on the rides you want, and not mind at all if you're too scared of the roller coasters. He'll play midway games, especially the baseball pitch ones, as long as it takes to win the prize you want. He'll feed you cotton candy, goggle when done gets stuck to your lips, then kiss it off. He'll convince you to go on the ferris wheel with him, promising to keep you safe, and when you get to the top he'll whisper his first "I love you".

Hooooo boyyyyy I’m a sucker for several things in this life but two of them are the state fair and Joe Mazzello so buckle up kids, this is about to be FLUFFTASTIC *insert cutest Joe gif I could find*

-When the state fair finally rolls around in your state, Joe is as giddy as a kid, itching to get a free day off work to take you

-You’ve never been to the state fair before, a fact that Joe can’t seem to fathom AT ALL

-“How have you NOT been to the state fair?? It’s the best thing since sliced bread.”

-“It’s fried food and 4-H competitions, Joe.”

-“Wrong. I mean, yes, it is those things, but it’s so much more than that! You’re gonna love it!”

-You roll your eyes but let Joe drag you off by the hand under the state fair sign and into a world of screaming carnival riders, 4-H vegetable displays, and deep fried Twinkies on sticks

-You go to the 4-H building first because Joe says it’s the most boring but an essential part of what he calls the “fair experience”

-You walk around for an hour and look at all the veggies the farmers have grown over the summer, and while it is pretty boring, Joe lightens it up considerably by whispering dirty things in your ear that have you burying your head in his shoulder to keep from laughing too loud

-“Damn those are some nice gourds! Yours are better though.” “Pfft, longest cucumber, my ass. I’ve got at least an inch and a half on that cucumber.”

-Once the 4-H building is done it’s off to ride a couple of the fair rides

-You’re a little nervous because you know Joe loves rollercoasters and you can’t stand them, but to your relief he doesn’t care, he’s just happy to go on The Scrambler and the Tilt-A-Whirl and the Chair-O-Planes with you

-After that, you’re both getting hungry so he insists upon trying some of the fair food

-“Here, eat this.” “What is it?” “I dunno, something deep fried and covered in chocolate but it tastes really good.”

-You split a hamburger, cheese fries, and get cotton candy for dessert, which Joe takes great delight in hand feeding you, laughing when it gets stuck to your lips but leaning forward to kiss it off gently as you giggle

-Next is Joe’s favorite part of the fair, the midway

-Eager as a kid, he drags you by the hand through the slew of carnival games, stopping whenever he sees something he wants to play

-You both play the balloon popping game and you shoot a couple times at targets that you swear are rigged by the carny behind the booth

-You see a gigantic stuffed green alien behind the baseball pitch game booth and point it out to Joe, laughing

-Joe smirks, cracks his knuckles, and gives you a wink, strolling off to go play the game

-He knocks the first set of pins down with an easy throw, misses the second, and barely misses the third

-Without hesitation, he pulls another set of tickets out of his pocket, and, despite your protestations, pays for another round of balls

-The second time he hits the first two sets of pins and misses the third, and you tug at his arm

-“Joe, come on, let’s go, I don’t even need that stupid stuffed alien that bad.”

-He hands over another set of tickets, nonplussed by your protestations

-“Nope sorry, what my lady wants, my lady gets.”

-He shakes out his arm, and to your surprise and glee, winds up and throws three perfect strikes on all the pins

-He hands over the stuffed alien to you and you hug it close with one arm, winding the other around his waist to pull him close to you and press a kiss to his cheek, making him blush

-“Shucks, if I knew I got this kind of treatment, I’d win things for you more often”

-You laugh and give him a playful whack on the shoulder, leaning against him as you continue down the midway

-At the end of the day as the sun starts to set and the midway is illuminated with the flashing lights of the carnival rides, Joe suggests you go on the Ferris wheel, and you immediately get nervous

-“Um—heights aren’t really my thing—“

-“I’ll be right next to you.”

-“It goes up so high though—“

-“I know, but you can hold my hand the entire time.”

-“Joe—“

-“I promise I’ll keep you safe. Trust me. I won’t let you fall.”

-Finally, you sigh and nod, and get in line for the Ferris Wheel

-Your heart is thumping in your chest as you sit down in the open bucket, but Joe slides as close to you as possible, putting an arm around your shoulders and holding you tightly

-Noticing you fumbling the seatbelt buckle, he takes it from your shaking hands, secures it, and takes your other hand in his own

-“I promise I’ll keep you safe. I’m not gonna let you fall.”

-You jump as the wheel starts to move, and Joe’s arm tightens reflexively around you

-Your bucket rises steadily into the air, and you close your eyes, afraid to look at the ground slowly slipping farther and farther below you

-“Open your eyes, baby,” Joe says. “Come on, I got you. You’re safe.”

-Hesitantly, you open your eyes, and marvel at how you’re just a couple buckets away from being at the top of the Wheel

-The ground below is beautiful, all twinkling lights amidst a sea of people

-The wheel moves again and finally the bucket you and Joe are in stops at the top of the wheel

-You breathe out, and look over at Joe in surprise

-“Oh my God, I did it—“

-“You did it, baby.”

-“I actually made it to the top!“

-“I’m so proud of you.”

-You laugh and put your arms around his waist, leaning against his shoulder as his arm winds around your back

-“I’m proud of you, baby.” Joe repeats softly. “I—“

-He starts to say something else, but then he breaks off, you hear his breath catch, and pull away to look at him

-His mouth is open and he’s looking at you as if he wants to say something, but can’t form the words

-“Joe?” you ask, reaching out a hand to touch his face lightly. “What is it?”

-He pauses for another moment, then takes a shaky breath and speaks

-“I love you.”

-Your heart flutters, it’s the first time he’s ever said it to you

-You reach out a hand to touch his face gently, overwhelmed that he would feel strongly enough about you to say those words

-“Oh Joe,” you say softly, smiling at him. “I love you too.”

-Relief washes over his face and he breaks into a smile so big it looks ready to engulf his face

-His arm on your back shifts to your neck, and he pulls you in for a kiss, wrapping his other arm around your waist

-“I love you.” Joe repeats between kisses, trying to get as many in before you and him reach the ground again. “I love you and I promise I’ll always keep you safe.”

[farzanatradingcompany]

Snake Gourd: An Exotic Vegetable with a Unique Flavour and Versatile Cooking Potential 

 Snake gourd, sometimes known as "snake guard," is an unusual and exotic vegetable that has long been prized for its peculiar shape, mild flavour, and usefulness in the kitchen. Farzana Vegetables Wholesale in the UAE is fresh and quality, which customer’s satisfied snake guguards. Thislog will explain what snake gourd is, how to cook it, and the delicious flavour it adds to your food. 

 An Overview of the Snake Gourd 

 Snake gourd (Trichosanthes cucumerina) is a vining vine with long, slender, curved fruits that can grow to be several feet long. Its name comes from its snake-like look. The fruit has a moderate and somewhat sweet flavour that makes it popular in a variety of cuisines. 

Snake Gourd Cooking Instructions 

 Depending on your culinary preferences, snake gourd can be prepared in a variety of ways. Here are several popular approaches: 

 Snake Gourd Stir-Frying: This is one of the most common ways to prepare snake gourd. Here's a quick recipe: 

 Thinly slice the snake gourd into round pieces. 

 Heat oil in a skillet and season with cumin seeds, mustard seeds, and curry leaves. 

 Combine the sliced snake gourd with spices such as turmeric, cumin, coriander, and red chilli powder. 

 Stir-fry the snake gourd until it is soft and slightly caramelised. 

 The end product is a delightful combination of flavours in a somewhat crispy vegetable dish. 

Stuffed Snake Gourd: Stuffing snake gourd with a savoury blend of spices, coconut, and other ingredients is another delectable way to enjoy it. How to Make a Stuffed Snake Gourd 

 Remove the seeds by slicing the snake gourd lengthwise. 

Make a stuffing out of grated coconut, roasted gramme, spices, and a tadka (seasoning) of mustard seeds, curry leaves, and red chilli. 

 Stuff the snake gourd with the stuffing. 

 Cook the stuffed snake gourd in a delicious sauce or steam it until soft and the flavours blend. 

 The mild taste of the snake gourd is balanced by the spiced stuffing in this dish, which delivers a unique blend of textures and flavours. 

Snake Gourd Curry: In several regional cuisines, snake gourd is used to produce curries. To make a thick, creamy sauce, these curries often blend the vegetable with spices, tomatoes, and coconut milk or yoghurt. 

 Snake gourd curry pairs well with rice or flatbreads, and the vegetable absorbs the sauce's deep flavours. 

Snake gourd is a delicious complement to your culinary experiences, with its unusual appearance and gentle, slightly sweet flavour. This adaptable vegetable may give a unique and tasty touch to your dishes whether you stir-fry it, stuff it, or make a curry. So, the next time you see snake gourd in the store, don't be afraid to explore its culinary potential and savour its unusual flavour. 

[curutquit]

Stuffed Potato Fritters Chaat. Each and every day we are exploring various of cooking recipes for you. We want you to get the taste several of dished around the world. You know what a stuffed potato is, but you might be wondering just what a chaat is.

Potatoes are a comfort food favorite that never lets you down, so we've gathered up our favorite stuffed potato recipes that will satisfy your family and delight hungry potato lovers of all kinds. Aloo chaat recipe - Aloo chaat is one of the most popular street foods made with potatoes, sweet sour spicy chutneys & sev. It is eaten as an appetizer or Snack.

Hello everybody, hope you are having an incredible day today. Today, I will show you a way to make a distinctive dish, stuffed potato fritters chaat. One of my favorites. For mine, I'm gonna make it a bit tasty. This is gonna smell and look delicious.

Each and every day we are exploring various of cooking recipes for you. We want you to get the taste several of dished around the world. You know what a stuffed potato is, but you might be wondering just what a chaat is.

Stuffed Potato Fritters Chaat is one of the most well liked of current trending meals on earth. It's easy, it's fast, it tastes delicious. It's appreciated by millions every day. They are fine and they look fantastic. Stuffed Potato Fritters Chaat is something that I have loved my whole life.

To get started with this recipe, we must first prepare a few components. You can cook stuffed potato fritters chaat using 21 ingredients and 8 steps. Here is how you cook that.

The ingredients needed to make Stuffed Potato Fritters Chaat:

{Make ready of For making batter.

{Prepare 1 bowl of Gram flour.

{Get 2 tbsp of chopped coriander leaves.

{Make ready To taste of salt.

{Make ready To taste of red chilli powder.

{Get 1/2 tsp of carrom seeds.

{Take 1/2 tsp of garam masala.

{Prepare 1/2 bowl of water.

{Prepare of For stuffing.

{Get 1 of Boiled potato.

{Get 1 tbsp of chopped onion.

{Take 1 tbsp of chopped coriander leaves.

{Make ready 1 inch of grated ginger.

{Take To taste of salt.

{Get To taste of red chilli powder.

{Prepare To taste of garam masala.

{Take of Others.

{Make ready 2 of raw potatoes.

{Get 2 tbsp of bhel.

{Prepare 2 tbsp of Tamarind chutney.

{Prepare as needed of Cooking Oil for deep frying.

Apart from aloo chaat, Bhel puri, Pav bhaji, Aloo tikki & samosa are some of the other popular street foods of India. Potato Chaat (Aalo ki Chaat) - Potato Chaat is a quick and easy spicy dish which is extremly popular with who ever eats Potato Stuffed Karela - It's a great way to make bitter gourds which are probably the least popular Potato Fritters - Potato fritters is a common snack which is present on Iftar tables. Add the potatoes, cilantro, and chaat masala to the spice mixture in the bowl. Stir with a wooden spoon until everything is incorporated.

Instructions to make Stuffed Potato Fritters Chaat:

Mix all the ingredients for making batter. Mix by adding water slowly. Make a batter of thick consistency..

Mix all the ingredients for making stuffing in a separate bowl. Mash and mix thoroughly..

Peel, Wash and chop potatoes in round shape. Heat oil in a karahi and deep fry potato rounds..

Strain potato slices from oil and transfer it in a plate..

Place potato slices in a plate and spread boiled potato stuffing over it. It is shown in pic below. Press it gently..

Place another potato slice over it and press gently with your hands..

Heat cooking oil in a karahi. Now dip this stuffed Potato Fritters in Gram flour batter and put it in karahi and deep fry till golden brown. Flip the side and fry from other side also..

Serve it hot with tamarind chutney and bhel..

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Day 76 – the Nairobi safari

We got to sleep in a bit today and ate breakfast at the hotel. J had the green lentils and they were excellent. Afterward, we headed out with our driver, Hassan, to see some of the sights. Our first stop was the David Sheldrake elephant orphanage. The website stated that due to COVID, they are not currently open for visitors, but others we spoke to said it was open. It wasn’t, but we got to see some baboons playing near the entrance gates.

On our way to the national museum, we stopped at a shopping mall to pick up some cash and some super glue to repair S’ hiking boots. This was a modern shopping mall with a large Carrefour. The security at the mall is extremely tight as a result of the terrorist attacks at the Westgate shopping centre in 2013. J was told not to take pictures inside. As this shopping mall was ten minutes away from the hotel, we could have easily come here to pick up safari clothing on the first day.

We then headed to the national museum. It had various displays relating to human and Kenyan history as well as some displays of stuffed animals and animal skeletons. It also had some artwork by Joy Adamson of Born Free fame. We learned that like the dimetrodon, rhinos have a fan-like bone structure coming out of their vertebrae. The collection of stuffed birds was pretty impressive. Apparently there are over 500 species in Kenya. Before a Maasai warrior can become a ‘man’, he must hunt certain birds and prepare a feathered headdress from the bird feathers. We also saw a display of water/milk/grain gourds that were traditionally used by the 40-odd tribes in Kenya. The Kikuyu one is completely devoid of decoration and is intended to be simple. Others were decorated with paint, beads or shells.

After the museum, we headed to lunch at Brown’s cheese shop in the Sarit Centre. Unfortunately the main farm is closed to visitors due to COVID. We were able to have a light lunch of six different cheeses with some chutney and bread. Unfortunately they didn’t serve any wine, so we had a sparkling purple hibiscus tea instead. Although the tea was not super sweet, it was not the ideal accompaniment for the cheese.

After lunch, we headed to the Karen Blixen house/museum, of Out of Africa fame. We learned a bit about Karen Blixen and enjoyed touring her home. The most interesting item was a bedside table made out of a round piece of wood on top of an elephant foot. There were also lion and leopard skin rugs and a set of massive cape buffalo horns mounted on a transom. The table was set and displayed the menu of food that was served to Edward, Prince of Wales during his visit. Notable menu items were macaroni, partridge and truffles.

Before we left, we met a local artist, Pasco, who was showing his and other artists’ artwork. He explained that since Karen Blixen was an artist, the museum promotes local artists. J bought a postcard and a small canvas oil painting from him. She would have bought more if she could, but most of the items would not have survived the rest of the trip. The artist assured us the small canvas painting would be fine as it has been varnished.

We then briefly stopped by the Kazuri bead shop. Unfortunately it was too late to visit the factory, but we were able to walk around the shop and admire the beadwork.

We then said good bye to Hassan, who informed us that 6pm was the end of his shift. He dropped us back at the Tamarind Tree hotel. We were supposed to meet Amina and Abdi, the friends we met at Ol Seki, for dinner. Amina called us a few minutes later to pick us up. They took us on a shortcut through Kibera, apparently the largest slum in Africa. It is mostly made up of densely packed, tiny dwellings made of corrugated sheet metal. Many serve as storefronts as well as houses. It was sad to see the level of poverty and lack of space. Nonetheless, we were told that because of Kenya’s education policy (mandatory primary school education), many of the younger children may have the opportunity to make it out. While there were many people driving through it during the day, we were told that you don’t come here after dark. Amina and Abdi showed us some of the local sights in Kenya, including their apartment, the University of Nairobi law school and their mosque, where they stopped for a quick prayer.

They took us to their favourite Indian restaurant. J thought the food was amazing (even though they did not serve alcohol). Amina and Abdi ordered sharing plates for the table of barbecued tandoori chicken on the bone, hot sauce fries, paneer and buttered na’an. We also got three sauces – two hot sauces and one tamarind sauce. It was a feast to remember and we spent the time talking about what we’d seen since we’d parted ways.

We sadly said our goodbyes and hope to see them in Kenya or in London. Once again we met very nice friends.