#the most humbling experience ive ever had

[vaporgrove]

having an emotional support/vent oc is like. the one thing stopping me from spiraling is imagining blingus mcsquiggle suffering and then getting the catharsis/closure i was never allowed. what ever. embarrassing.

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[ashascoven]

❃☆ showering w/ the pyromaniac rat man ☆❃ pt. 1

☆ so hi!! um!! welcome to my first fanfic lolz (im nervous about posting this can you tell ?!?! o(*°▽°*)o)

☆ im rlly new to posting on tumblr, but ive been reading fanfics on here for a WHILE!! it's inspired me to write a silly one about my favorite lanky robber <3 if theres any mistakes, PLEASE hit my line abt it (i beg)

☆ here is part 2, which is smut/nsfw, also on my profile!

☆ FANFIC DEETS! junkratxreader ☆

reader is a female who's known for working with plants

VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading, buckle up yall)

fluff??

emotional stuff, but nothing intense (??)

first time writing an australian accent, pls lmk if anythings weird!!

hope u enjoy :,D

“Hggshmmshh.. peeaachh c-c.. cobbler.. mmh.. eeheeheeheh!! Piee..”

“Dammit! Move over, rat-ass!” 

You felt as if you had finally managed to doze off only a couple minutes ago. 

One second you're about to drift away into a somewhat decent sleep, counting flying sheep and letting your drool start to fall.

The next, you're getting whacked in the head with a metallic hand or shoved by a wooden peg in one of your sides.

Having to share a bed with a loudly snoring pyro-freak who reeked of gunpowder and body odor was not a promising night of rest, especially in a room of pure humidity and sweat. 

The mattress beneath you two was unbalanced and squeaky, the walls surrounding it adorning overgrowing vines and tears in its paper.

His twisting, turning, n’ noises didn't make it any better, but it was kind of reassuring in the sense that you weren't sleeping alone.

When was the last time he even showered anyway? 

Does this man know how to?

How does he sleep like this?

The more you questioned the Australian in your head, the more his body managed to keep sprawling across the queen sized mattress you two shared. 

Both his normal and prosthetic limbs jabbed at your back, his armed belt straps and gauntlets not contributing to your comfort whatsoever. 

“Fucking- MOVE!”

You gripped at the bed and gave him one kick in the ass with your bare foot. 

The maniac yelped himself into a giggling fit, somehow still remaining asleep. 

God, what's his secret to being such a happy sleeper?

With one last scoff, you nearly pushed him off of the bed, but you didn't think twice about it.

Rolling your eyes, you returned to your previous position with your back facing him, crossing your arms and trying to let your eyes close again.

You thought about the mission you two were given together, recalling it hundreds of times in your head to hopefully quench at your inability to have a comfortable sleep.

Back at one of those Overwatch HQ meetings, they discussed wanting to try something new while still maintaining everyone's duties. 

Experimenting with how different heroes and scientists worked one-on-one with one another for “observational purposes,��� they said.

Gibberish about increasing the rate of productivity within our cause by cutting down our dispatched team sizes.. 

“More groups of heroes can get sent out on more missions if distributed differently..!”

Blah-blah-blah..

You ignored all of the blabbering at the time, your ears only ever being open for what sounded most important and intriguing.

“It'll be an educational experience for great future references-” 

You reaaaallyy didn't think you'd be in one of the duo dispatches, yet here you were, somehow still in the flesh.

All that was asked of you both was to keep a watch out for anything suspicious at some abandoned town in the middle of who-even-fucking-knows.

Wooden huts n’ houses that were falling apart, yet they somehow still formed and held a small community of humble elders.

Supposedly, this place was a possible target of some well-feared terrorist group, and “Grandpa Jack” wanted you two to scout.

Discussion about exposed plans for making sure as many innocent people as possible experienced war “too” made your blood boil. 

It didn't make sense to you, the whole “no pain, no gain” mindset.

Clearly these people chose to live all the way out here to get AWAY from the danger, why force that on some old people anyway?

With their lack of clean drinking water and functioning power in an empty desert, you were sure they've already seen enough.

“Haven't we lost thousands of innocent civilians already? Omnic or not, they can't just keep coming up with all of this frivolous shit and throw it at us..!”

You grumbled to yourself outloud, unconsciously turning to face the ultimate rat that was laying behind you.

“Why would they send us here if they KNEW there were people out here who needed help? Wasting precious time by sending two of us out here instead of a whole team is beyond me, honestly! We'll just keep getting killed and..” 

Your eyes ended up catching onto your distorted reflection on the goggles that Jamison wore to bed.

It made you trail off and unball your fists, causing you to think about the old people again.

You thought about how much you were gonna get onto HQ's ass to seek a better home for them all.

They were sweet to you and Jamie, and you were pretty sure he would try to take one or two to keep as parents of his own.

Considering he didn't have any living ones anymore, it would check out.

Your eyes wandered off onto the flickering of the dying light bulb hanging bare off the ceiling.

The bulb hung right behind mister sleeping beauty, holding on by torn wires.

You were surprised your sleeping partner hadn't managed to somehow pull it down in his sleep yet. The thought made you smile for a bit, letting your face rest.

Then, your hand reached up to Jamison's face. 

You didn't think much about it since your mind was more on other things still, but you unconsciously held his cheek.

You watched as he smiled in his sleep, gently putting his own hands on yours and nuzzling into your touch. 

The feeling of his rough palm against your skin along with the metal of his other one sent a chill through your body, but you didn't pull away.

Just looking at him resting like a baby put your mind at ease for a bit.. It helped calm your grumpiness from not being able to sleep these past few nights.

It’s been the longest mission yet, and also the first one that you’ve slept together with a person you were sent with.

You ran your thumb over his lightly chapped bottom lip, your mind finally winding itself down.

You two had somewhat of a record of being assigned missions together, but you were never as close to each other as this. 

Something about the way your silly acquaintance slept carelessly in front of you was strangely inviting.

You swallowed your emotions and repressed your urges to suddenly hug the rat man, drawing your thumb lower to his chin. 

You ran it over his speckled face hair, still letting him hug your arm. 

“Mmmmh.. G-gosh, so.. so waaarmm..! waarmm like a maarshmaallooww.. eheeh..!!”

He chuckled in his sleep as his hugging turned into more aggressive snuggling.

It made you wonder if he'd remember anything once he woke up.

Outside of those thoughts, you were heavily caught off guard.

You didn't know if you wanted to comfortingly rub at his hair, continue holding his face, or try to hug him entirely.

Internally? You wanted to do all of those things, but it didn't feel right yet.

Despite all the deep talks you've had with Jamie on the drives and flights to missions together, you guys were still just friends at work, right?

Would it be weird to treat a friend as such? 

Did he think you two were even friends?

You always had a tendency to overthink the simplest of things.

Questions would fog your mind the split second a minor inconvenience popped up, you struggled to help that “problem” all your life.

Yet, your time spent with him so far made it feel like your questioning wasn't a problem at all. 

You always wanted to know the specifics and the “why” or “how” in anything that interested you.

Jamison was similar. He fed into your talks about figuring out what's after death, your master-list of alternatives to milk JUST for enjoying it with cereal. your wonders about what being an omnic felt like, and even your rambles about plants having feelings.

He was so invested into the plant talk that he now avoids stepping on anything green to show you that he cared about nature's heart too.

He admired your outlook on everything, the way you approach things by being your real self.

He also liked that you didn't look down on him for having an explosive personality. 

Everyone else at HQ had something against the lanky robber, but you didn't hate him at all. You two matched each other in the way that you were both transparent and almost always had a fixation or a story to share.

His eyes practically turned into sparkles whenever you two got into your deep conspiracy talks because no one else bothered to entertain his yappering about bombs, especially with mutual ranting about something else.

It was nice, soo..

You guys had to at least be friends, right?

“Mate! Earth’s waitin’ for your grand return! Ya aren’t dead yet.. Are ya, plant woman?”

Friends.. Yeah. You thought you two were cool buddies for all it’s worth.

“Aye! I knooow, me charmin’ physique’s too much to take in aaall at ooonce but-!”

It’s crazy how you were thinking about his eyes sparkling because.. Huh, how come they’re doing it right now?

“I can’t have ya dyin’ on me yet.. Ain’t no doctors around to come and shock ya awake!”

Gosh, who knew the local bombardier had such a twinkle to his eyes anyway?

“Is yer brain workin’? Want me to.. rewire it for ya?”

Twinkle.. twinkle.. twinkle..~

“Well, she’ll be apples! Ya goootta snap outta it mate! What is it ya want this time? An autograph? Some lollies? Aye! Aye..!”

You were so zoned out into the thought of his eyes, you didn’t even register that you were now actually looking at them; he had woken up.

Your hand was still on his face too, but he wasn’t hugging it anymore. 

His robotic right hand was knocking the top of your head lightly while his skinned left one was holding your cheek. 

His facial expression was one of concern despite his messy blonde hair and some drool glistening off the side of his mouth.

With the way he clearly scooted closer to you, you two were actually really close to each other this time.

“Woaahh.. Ooh.. Oh..? OH!!” You froze up again, covering your mouth and (almost literally) getting knocked out of your trance.

“Whew!” Jamison sighed in relief.

“There's me’ plant woman! Turns out me charm was too much for ya to handle afteraaalll!” He chuckled, quickly shifting into a lounging model pose and striking you a sly grin.

“O-Oh.. Oh my gosh! H-How long was I like that?” You panicked a little, wiping sweat from your forehead and quickly rubbing it into the tail of your shirt.

“Since me eyes opened up! Let's say.. ‘bout half a’ hour?”

“H-half an hour?!?”

“Yeah! Are ya alright? Did ya think me eyes were THAT gorgeous?” He chuckled, rubbing his chin. 

“Pshh..” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms once again.

“It’s alright if ya think so! I think so too! But, ya aren’t allowed to tell me fans that! Ehehe~!” He grinned, suddenly wrapping his arms around you and jokingly snuggling his head against the top of yours.

“E-eugh!! Fans my ass! Wait until they find out that you probably don't even wash yours, you stinky!” You exclaimed, trying to push your way out of his arms but to no avail.

“S-stinky?!?! Hey-! There's a’ supa’ top secret special essence in me junker way o’ livin..! T-the cleanest ya'd ever know!! How 'bout ya take a smell~!??” He challenged, immediately shoving his arm pits in your face and keeping you in his grasp.

“GOD! Quit it!! You smell terrible-! Ugh!!! Let me go right now!”

“Nuh-uh! Hatin’ on me wondrous magnificence ain't nice!”

“Your breath's gonna kill me, you bastard! Agh!! You literally need a bath!!!” You were muffling into his arms, trying to push him away even harder. 

You managed to push yourself upwards, but you still were trapped in his grasp as he giggled n’ snuggled away. 

As much as you hated to admit it, his silliness was really comforting, charming in it's own way even.

Yeah.. he didn't smell the best, but!!.. He was kind of fun to be around. It was hardly ever boring around the rat man.

“Fine, whatever,” You sighed, no longer fighting to leave his sweaty arms.

“Your eyes are.. nice to look at. Anyway, I'm tired and somehow comfortable in this position so if you move weirdly, I'm pushing you off the bed.”

He loudly gasped, his eyes widening and sparkling so much so that you could've sworn staring directly into them would've blinded you.

“Y-ya really m-mean it?!!?!! A-about.. me eyes?!? OoooOOoohh~! I.. H-How I could jus’ kis-”

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his head. His face was buried into your chest while his arms were still around you.

You felt him freeze, his immediate blush against your chest practically able to burn through you. He didn't scream or pull away, just sat there for a bit, shocked at someone hugging him back for once.

You sighed out again in content, now leaning your face on top of his head. His hair felt surprisingly soft against your cheek, but he still smelled bad.

“God, you smell so terrible.. but.. you're kinda.. comfy and..- Okay you're actually very comfy what the hell.” 

You gushed, your leaning turning into you practically snuggling against his hair.

The rat man stayed frozen in his position, shock taking over his body. For once, it wasn't one of those triggering shocks that turned his trauma into adrenaline; it was a.. refreshing kind of shock? The kind that was making him realize how starved from affection he really was for so long.

He felt like a deer mesmerized by headlights.

“If only you didn't move so much in your sleep, tsk tsk.. I can totally get over the strong burnt tire smell for how snuggly your hair is thoug-”

“Ihh shay..”

He suddenly muffled through your chest, but quieter than his normal tone.

“Eh?”

One of his fingers twitched.

“..Ihh shay shihh!”

“Fucking- Get out of there and spit it out!”

You pouted, pulling his face out of your chest’s cave to look him in the eyes and hear him properly.

“I-I’ll stay.. still! m-mighty still.. i-if ya keep on.. rubbin’ that pretty face on ma’ skull.. p-please? please mate!!”

‘Absolutely the fuck not!’ is what you almost instinctively said, but something about this weird man’s vulnerability around you gave you a feeling his request wasn’t ill intended. 

He nudged you into a softer tone towards him for the night, so you silently raised a brow. He kept pleading, his sparkling eyes bouncing between you and the rest of the room.

“I-I ain't had anyone.. touch me ‘air, l-let alone me whole body i-in years! Feels comfortin’- so- i- uh- p-please mate! i won't be buggin’ ya’ rest any longer i-if ya felt kind ‘nough to.. perhaps grant me thee honor-!?”

“I’m doing it, so hush up.”

“Y-yes m’lady”

He quickly blurted out, before burying his face back in-between your chest with a relieved giggle.

“Hah, for someone who goes by being a rat, you're sure acting like a puppy right now.”

“Y-ya really think so!?”

“Yeah sure, but- hmph, the ‘junk’ part still applies. I'm so close to dragging you into a bath myself..”

“>:(“

“Wait.. This kinda gives me an idea..” 

A mischievous grin growing on your face as you mumbled to yourself.

“Whaddya say?”

He grumbled, oblivious to your scheming. You slowly tried pulling away from him, but to no avail.. He unconsciously scooted closer into your arms with each pull.

“..nothing, ratty-poo.” 

You pushed him away quickly with your hands now gripping his shoulders.

“A-ay mate! W-whaddya push me away foorrr? I was enjoyin’ me time in there.. :(“

He yelped in response, his arms now crossing with a pout.

“No more snuggling until you take a bath!”

“W-whuh!?”

“I'm not cuddling your hair until you wash it.”

“..noooo :((“

“No shower, no snuggle!!”

“:(((... Fine..”

“W-wait- You're giving in that easil-?”

“JUNK ATTACK!!!!”

He yelled, diving back into your chest with his arms around your waist once again. You scoffed, not cuddling or holding him back.

“Rat-ass.”

“Y-yes m-m’lady..??”

“I'm giving you five seconds to get off of me, or I'll kick you off.-”

“N-no!! P-please mate!-”

“I'll go and grab a bucket of ice cold water to throw at you so help me you don't mov-”

You've never seen a tall grown man back up to the edge of a bed so quickly.

“GO.”

You yelled, pointing violently at the bathroom door.

“NEIN!”

“I SAID GO!”

“NO!”

“You want more cuddles from me, right, ratty-poo..?~”

Your tone softened as you twirled your hair and pleaded your eyes at him.

“I- u-uh- y-yes m-m'lady but-”

“THEN GO BATHE!”

He whined another ‘no’ in response, crossing his legs and arms while looking away.

You sighed, before crawling across the bed and hooking your arm around his.

“Lord.. What am I gonna do with you..”

“W-well I- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!”

“GET YOUR ASS IN THAT SHOWER JAMIE!!”

You yelled again as you held him in a headlock position.

As he whined, you held him there for a bit, thinking.

“Hmm..”

“You l-let go of me t-this instant mate! T-the junkers back in me home town w-wont be pleased with how you're behavin’ towards me greatnes-”

“What if we took a bath together?”

“-and once they find out what you've- huh-!?!”

“You and me, we bathe together. I'll literally help you clean up if it means you won't stink in bed.”

You said casually as you quickly faced him towards you and dropped him onto the bed. He landed on his back with his arms above his head while you sat on top of him.

Questionable position if you may, but you dare not complain about the view.

He was too in shock to notice it either.

He stared at you wide eyed. 

He opened his mouth and put a finger up to say something multiple times, only to close it with more thought and look away, his finger curling up and down with each pause.

He thought about the offer for the long time.

Then, he rubbed his chin. You watched carefully, not letting your guard fall in case he felt like randomly wrapping himself around you again.

“Hmph.. if t-that’s what it'll take.. then I suppose a.. mighty handsome fella like me.. wouldn't mind bathin’ with a.. pretty.. f-flower woman like you!”

“Uh huh..-”

“B-but under one of me’ own conditions!”

“.. you're what now-”

“Bath cuddles?”

He clapped his hands together in a praying motion, pleading with those damn sparkly eyes again. It's like he just does it in command at this point..

“God, what are we, a couple?”

You yawned with closed eyes. 

“I-I.. W-well! Your one an’ only gentleman of’uh bombardier wouldn't complain!”

He nervously smiled and blushed, his gold tooth shining comically as he said that.

It earned a giggle out of you, followed with covered mouth mumbling.

‘You’re so silly, it's kind of attractive..’

“Whaddya say, me’ pretty plant-y mistress?”

“I said, you're so silly, it's kind of.. u-uh- cool-? I guess??!? I don't- Mistress!?- I- W-whatever- C’mon, let's go! Into the baaathh we goo..! C’mon c’moonn..”

You spurted out, getting up and dragging him by the arm into the bathroom. 

You didn't really think through the fact that.. this man would be so close to you while you two were undressed.

Oddly enough, he didn't give the vibe of someone who'd try anything, but it was still weird. 

One second you're forced to share a bed with this guy.. And the next? You've convinced him to take a shower with you??? Weird..-o!!

When you two made it, you both kind of just stared at the bathroom and each other for a minute. 

It was a decently sized room, but the entirety of it was a shower.. literal shower room?.. whatever.

There wasn't a sink or toilet like the bathrooms you were used to. 

Instead, there was just one large shower head in the center of the room, a drain in a corner, and tiles that patterned the floor and walls in a creamy gradient. The two handles for the shower were next to the doorway, labeled for their temperatures.

There were also two slim windows higher up on two walls facing each other, slightly cracked for the steam.

The only light you guys had came from either these windows, or from the doorway to the room you shared, so it was acceptably dim.

Some vines creeped through corners here and there, but it was surprisingly much cleaner than the rest of the hut you guys stayed in. The non-direct warm lighting really set the vibe.

As you turned both of the handles halfway, you watched in surprise as the rat man happily stripped at whatever he had on, going for a dive on the shower floor as if it were a kid’s waterslide with a ‘yippee!!’

It immediately followed with a groan of pain from him, and a reactive facepalm from you.

With a sigh of ‘Oh, what I'll even do with him..’ (ironic), you quickly undid your hair and stripped off your clothes while he wasn't looking.

He swiveled around right as you finished, watching in awe as you awkwardly shuffled onto the floor next to him with a travel sized bottle of soap and a mini loofa.

“S-ssheesh..” he gaped, “what a beautiful woman..”

“T-thanks, b-but don't look too hard, silly guy.” You joked lightheartedly and rolled your eyes, your initiative agenda from before going out of the window because of the attractive man in front of you.

The hot steamy water combined with how it washed away some of the rat man’s dirt made his revealed skin slightly harder to not drool over..

..but you fought any urges or sudden fantasies you had right then and there. 

‘It’s just the lack of sleep getting to me,’ you quickly scolded yourself in your head, ‘.. there's no way I shoul- COULD see him like that, yep..’

“You're.. not too shabby yourself..” You muttered to get it out of your system, painfully controlling your hands from wandering. Thankfully, he probablyyy didn't hear you. 

With that, you were getting to work with your soap on his arms, trying not to think too hard about the man before you.

“Caaan I have me cuddlin’ time with ya noooww, plant womaaan?”

“Noo! I just started with you and I'm not done yet, rat-head.. Be patient n’ be quiet.” You grumbled, finishing his arms and scrubbing his back like a concerned mother.

“Pleeeaaaaseeee…????” He covered his eyes and whined as you made way to his torso with your loofah. The scrubber was barely holding on and you weren't anywhere near finished..

“Don't make me tie you down in here just to get you clean, bastard..” You threatened, moving from his back to his front side. You held at one side of his torso, scrubbing away.

He moved his hands from his face to his sides, looking down at you with that puzzled gaze once again. You glanced up at him with a raised brow before looking back down at your work.

You weren't actually all too irritated. Tired, yes, but it was actually kind of destressing being able to work your hands at something like this. 

You were also literally.. bathing a grown ass man, but you'd be lying if you said anything about preferring to be at home, bored and alone.

At least this mission gave you some kind of purpose, and alongside an entertaining goofball as well. It could be much worse, but it really wasn't bad at all which you liked.

Suddenly, he started patting your head, a close eyed grin on his face.

“Oouuhh… M-mate, ya know.. Thanks a lot for this! I appreciate ya’, I really do!”

“Don't sweat it, poo-face, you were already sweating enough in bed anyway..” You chuckled with another playful eye roll.

“If you weren't gonna bathe yourself, something had to be done for BOTH OF us to catch some rest for the mission, and goddess KNOWS I can't sleep with a loud stinky man..” You responded mindlessly, gently grabbing his face by his jaw and scrubbing his neck.

“It gets.. hard sometimes,” he threw his head back with a sigh, “I know I'm supposed ‘tuh.. do it all me’ self but, I lose me’ mind to the world o’ bombs!” He chuckled.

“You don't say…” You coughed with sarcasm, still listening and cleaning. He's used to your personality by now, and he knows you never really mean any harm.

“Oh, but I do! Even with me’ prosthetics, it jus’ makes it harder n’.. I could never fancy the time to.. uh.. keep takin’ em’ on n’ off..”

“..It bugs me, the pain, it's a reeaall.. buggin' feeling, both in me’ arms n’ legs.. n’.. the mind. It does somethin’ to ya, makes people call ya crazy!” He gestured by wiggling his normal arm, then his robotic one in comparison. 

You put his arms down like an annoyed cat, but you weren't actually annoyed, just trying to reach over him to attempt washing his hair.

“..but really ‘m not.. I.. I just resort to.. expressin’ what takes it all away.. and uh! bein’ me!, ya’ kno- Aauh.. T-that feels.. holy..” He cut himself off, sighing in relief. You had bowed his head under the running water for you to better reach him, unknowingly giving him a more direct view of your bare chest. 

“A-Anything to take me’ mind off the.. A-ahem-.. the uh.. rot.. the distinct feelin’ of not bein’ the same as everyone else.. anymore.” He cleared his throat, awkwardly trying not to stare as he spoke, but you didn't think much about it.

“People stay clear of me all the time! N’ they think I don't be noticin’ b-but I do!” He ran a hand through his hair after you moved down to his legs.

“It hurts, but.. I just keep doin’ me’, I try not to stay in me’ past, live for me’ mum, n’ keep it movin’!”

“Oh! That's also why I like ya’ mate!” He smiled, throwing up finger guns.

“Whuh- Really?” You looked at him.

“Yeah! You don't treat me funny for me’ quirks! You always seemed like.. a couple screws loose in somebody’s noggin never bothered ya’! Me’ motors don't drive ya’ wild, do I?” 

“Pshhh… You definitely drive me crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm never down for a wild adventure with you, rat-ass.”

“See? Ya’ get me! I know your tired n’ all, n’ I'm sorry for takin’ away from your beauty rest like this but..” He scratched his chin and sighed, looking to the side.

“Thanks mate, r-really..” He mumbled, shuffling closer and wrapping his arms around you for a genuine hug.

“I- U-uh-.. Your.. welcome? All I've done was treat you like.. a normal human being? As you.. should be?” You awkwardly hugged him back, confused.

You pulled away, your hands on his shoulders.

“Despite our friendship, I don't know what it is you've REALLY really been through, but no matter how tired or over it I may seem, I still think you're hella cool of a guy.” You warmed up to his hug, patting his back.

“Whenever you wanna chat about.. literally anything in the world, you know who to come to, silly.. Seriously, don't ever sweat it.” You smiled and yawned, going back to washing his upper body off for a second, more gentler time. 

You were surprised he didn't question the hot water in hot weather or how quickly it managed to cool you guys off. It was definitely making you more sleepy though.

“T-thanks, plant woman..” He wiped away a tear, sighing with a contentful “aah” as you tended to him. He leaned back, taking in the feeling of your care.

“Ya know, you're reeaaal good at this.. are ya’, perhaps, experienced ‘n bathing other people?” 

“Wh- This is.. how baths are meant to be taken, no?”

“T-together??!? Mate, I’d kill to have this luxury of bein’ cleaned by ya’ like this all the time!!”

“Whuh- No! I m-meant.. the soap and water, you fucking peanut.”

“Ooh.. W-well!” he pointed a finger up, “I don't care ‘bout standin’ under some lousy water for a’ hour! But.. ya’ make me want to if it means you'll be the one cleanin’ me!”

“You're an adult, Jamie.”

“Don't forget me’ prosthetics-”

“They're literally waterproof sealed..”

“How would ya’ even know that!?”

“You told me this in our past rant sessions, twice I might add.. Something about avoiding radiactiv-”

“Screw you, mate! ( ` ﾛ ´ )”

“..You probably would though. (>ᴗ•)”

☆ if anyone actually makes it this far, tysm for reading!! feedback is 100% welcomed and appreciated <33

☆ i promise ill get the smut out for this eventually.. ill also make a pinned request post soon!! with graduation coming up, im a bit busy :((.. BUT ITLL ALL COME!

☆ ^^ update, here it is!!

☆ enjoy ur day/night yall! eat, stay hydrated, and keep loving junkrat fr ♡( ◡‿◡ )

[aztarion]

humbly asking for the nastiest most freak ass shit sol or cobie has ever done plzzz 🫶

OH SHIT BREE IM SORRY THIS IS LATE but also thank you for making me think about weird shit while i was on the clock 🫡

for world of darkness ocs they’re both pretty tame so far imo. my baby lambs ive yet to get unhinged with but i suppose ive only been messing with them for like 6 months

just in general sol practices a lot with her own amalgams of presence + protean + blood sorcery which that shit gets sexually bizarre. she can unhinge her jaw and grow an extended tongue and may have done this during a key moment in something i have yet to post idk. i get vore vibes from this bitch sometimes. also blood sorcery vitae strap. there’s something much more personal to her she does that gets off the rails but i don’t wanna just say it its like it needs to be unveiled with some nice creepy prose LMAO. i need to get braver and POAST

cobie despite being much younger has had crazier physical shit go on i think…..literally hacked off her own leg and grew it back in glabro and has eaten people and animals whole while in crinos — mostly cops which is actually a public service and not crazy at all when you get into it. best girl honestly i miss her. TO ME most depraved of all is when she snuffed up a SOGGY ASS chicken nugget from the floor of a dirty biker bar while pretending to be a dog

in fanfic she has dirty-talk-teased podge into glabro during sex 🥴 as a very unserious glasswalker theurge she would be up for experimenting while sidestepping/in the umbra but i romance her with melodie or podge and podge gets sick in there and melodie would beat her ass for being disrespectful rip free my girl

[dukeofdelirium]

What do u think of the theory mj couldve been autistic? Ive heard it would explain his want to experience his childhood and other behavior like his soft spoken voice.

I don’t think we should be attempting to armchair diagnose a dead man with anything. Michael was a very abused individual… he continuously said this was part of the reason he enjoyed more simple, “childish” things as an adult. He wasn’t just an abused person, he was also the main attraction when it came to the musical family of the Jackson’s. As such, he faced things his siblings did not and it affected him more than them.

Michael had a soft voice because that’s just how he was. I don’t see how autism would give someone a soft voice, and this is coming from a man who is neurodivergent himself. And Michael could speak lower than that, btw. A lot of ppl assume he spoke very gently (aside from it just being his personality) to protect his vocal chords, and while there isn’t proof one way or another, this would at least make sense.

Michael was a genius in many ways, and was obviously a very intelligent man. He was born with gifts that seem almost impossible for someone to have all at once. He was in every way, a prodigy.

We can’t sit and try to differentiate Michael’s behavior when he isn’t even alive, let alone the fact that he rarely gave interviews to begin with. He did not enjoy the press, or speaking much to the public. There’s also the fact that Michael was unlike any other human that’s ever lived… his life was extraordinary. So how can we say for sure, when his behavior could also have very easily been due to the highly unusual circumstances of his life?

MJ loved having simple innocent fun. He liked playing games, liked having water balloon fights, liked pulling innocent pranks, etc. I don’t find this to be proof of autism nor do I find it unusual for so many reasons.

1) He was famous as a 5 year old. And he never got a break from that fame. He became the most famous human that has ever walked the earth. He simply never had the opportunity to be normal, to be a child, to have fun in that way.

2) He was very badly abused throughout his life. His father beat him, he was teased constantly to the point he wouldn’t look in mirrors, he was being shown actual pornography on TV during interviews when he was 12 years old…. He was performing in strip clubs, prostitutes and such would make sexual passes at him, many women took advantage of him and Madonna herself sexually harassed and abused him on more than one occasion. Michael was deathly afraid of his father to the point he was literally vomiting whenever his dad would visit him… he was well into his 20’s at the time. He also would be in the room or sitting right outside the door when his older brothers would be hooking up with girls, so he was again being exposed to very mature things far too young. This isn’t getting into the abuse he suffered at the hands of the media and public.

Now tell me… if that were you, do you think you would be “normal” to the public afterwards?

3) He was constantly having to work his ass off. He never got breaks from dealing with complicated things like business deals, tour, rehearsals etc.

So having silly fun for him was relieving in a lot of ways. Michael also cared so much for children and was a very strong advocate against child abuse. Which is a huge reason he was constantly around children and doing things for children. Michael was raised to do charity work like that. He was a devout JW for a lot of his life, and believed very strongly in the Bible verse: “whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest among me in the kingdom of Heaven.”

I don’t think it matters why Michael was the way he was. At the end of the day, he was an incredible person who used his talents to give us art that we can enjoy forever. He saved millions of lives across the world through his humanitarian efforts and he did it all without being asked and without receiving as much as a thank you. And I think we should celebrate that rather than focus on rumors or on creating new ones. He loved children, and all people, and unlike other artists he truly brought the world together and taught us to love and to have hope.

Who cares why? We should be grateful it even existed at all.

[swearyshera]

Advance apology for the long ask in a likely sea of 'em. A lot of people talk about wishing they could experience something they love again for the first time, this series was genuinely as close to that as I've ever felt. Just given the span of time my attention flucuated on and off but once the latter half of s4/s5 began my attention was absolutely nailed to your feed. Its up with Dragon Ball Z Abridged as parody series that become so dramatically effective they become a valid or definitive way to experience the series. Goddamned sensational.

Your portrayals of the characters soar. They provide a hilarious, cruder take on each that still cuts right to the soul of who these people are and lays it bare, which I think is the mission of any good-natured parody. Adora, Catra, Glimmer, Scorpia, Bow, Prime etc. There is not one that does not shine. It tackled a ton of issues and misgivings I had about canon, and even elevated or clarified many scenes and arcs through addressing them a more direct fashion. You took full advantage of not having to dress up and dance around the dark subjects canon was sort of doomed to handle inadequately given its age bracket and thematic priorities. Many scenes were jawdropping. Ive raved about it before, but your scene with Glimmer actually talking about her mom with Catra still leaves me gobsmacked every time I reread it. Your big moments towards the finale btwn Adora and Catra are obviously sublime and tie their wonderful arc off fantastically, but in my heart of hearts that cell talk will be the crown jewel of this project. Loved seeing the LGBT message take center stage in way canon had to hold back. To paraphrase Tolkien, I'm can't count myself among those gifted people, and youve def got a target audience in mind, but if youve ever worried if your stories resonate on a quote unquote "more universal" level, I promise you can put those worries to bed. Since becoming an adult ive intentionally sought out more and more queer-inclusive/created stories and I havent regretted it a bit, and the rising tide of fascist sexist/homo/transphobic bile in politics gets more and more frightening. But I've also seen how strong and resilient LGBT people are in the face of it, empowering themselves in no small part thru stories like yours. Please don't ever give up on your art. The world needs artists like you. Sorry if I come off pretentious or condescending, I feel like that when I try to get everything I think out at once. I'll be among the first to come running if you ever start another project like this or make something on an even grander scale. Thank you a thousand times for this. Also writing a wholeass sitcom pilot based on an offhand quasi-joke I made is the most weirdly touching thing I think anyones ever done "for me" (at least nominally cuz of me), especially a stranger. So thank you for that too.

Aw, you'll make me cry, you know! I think you've understood everything I wanted to do with this strip (or at least, when I started thinking beyond just 'characters saying fuck'), and... yeah, it's been an incredible journey, both for the blog and for me personally.

I've always tried to keep the parody good-natured. You can often tell, particularly in parody, when the creator dislikes one particular character (I mean, Horde Prime was probably the exception here), but I love all of them, so it really comes from a place of love. It's quite odd because I never set out to "fix" the show, and I wouldn't want to, but some things I've done seem to have had such an impact that a lot of people think I have done just that.

The Glimmer/Catra conversation is absolutely one of my favourite things I've written from this. It's such a pivotal moment in both their stories and character development, and I am truly humbled that multiple people have called it 'better than canon'. Like... I'm just some person trying to be funny and occasionally serious, and people are saying something I wrote is better than what a team of experienced professional writers did? Give over, no... But it's still a moment I can be proud of.

I won't be stopping writing things. This whole blog has given me a new lease of life and something to aim towards. I've got an excellent pilot script pretty much finished, and I do want to bring Hellspawn up to that standard too (thank you for suggesting someone make a Sweary Frosta sitcom - I'm someone!). That may well involve a complete re-write, but I'll be sure to share it.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your kind words along the way. It really keeps me going :)

[reaching-ruchnius]

Weird to be married yet alone on Tu B’av - in this Liminality. The home I left behind still feels like home but spiritually ive outgrown it

Yet I miss it

And this new space I’m living in isn’t home (although it must be for now) and I can’t help but hope it isn’t home for long.

It’s just a leap of faith and hope. Cus I want more for the future. Comfort can be so dangerous because it can keep us really trapped

Part of me was so afraid when I realized this was the decision we had to make & the path we need to be on. Because I was so comfortable in some ways.

And now I’m just struggling trying not to take my blessings for granted. But also missing certain things. I’m so torn. But I know we did take the right turn at the last fork in the road and I definitely believe that the road ahead will show us what we were missing. What we never ever would have found if we didn’t set out from our exceedingly comfortable nest.

It’s so hard to uproot as a mother of young kids, especially when you uproot from the type of suburbian dream we were raised to aspire to- into a place of uncertainty and discomfort, anxiety and trepidation.

Hashem is infinitely merciful. This is something i need to learn. I’m fighting my ego , fighting the overwhelming urge to augment my pain w some flimsy grasping at meaning - I know it does have meaning but I need to be humble and realize there’s no way I can understand rn. I am fighting the urge to ask Hashem why He is punishing me. although ofc I’m not denying my misdeeds and wrong turns.

Who knows how He measures our sins and deeds? So how can I know why I’m in discomfort now? Maybe it’s not a punishment. Maybe it’s a gift to stretch oneself in uncomfortable ways - as that is truly the only way to grow past the comfort zone I could have easily languished in. I never planned for more but I can’t any longer deny the neshama that is crying out for Him and I can’t keep my kids from the most whole experience of beauty and truth I’ve ever known. Here we go.

[haripriya2002]

From Novice to Azure Enthusiast: My Azure Learning Path

In the ever-evolving landscape of technology, there's a constant need to adapt and learn. My journey into the world of Microsoft Azure, one of the leading cloud platforms, began as a humble exploration driven by curiosity. Little did I know that this voyage would lead to a profound transformation—from a novice to a passionate Azure enthusiast. Join me as I reflect on this incredible journey, exploring the significance of Azure in today's digital realm.

The Curious Novice

Like many, my initial foray into the cloud was fueled by a sense of wonder and intrigue. Cloud computing and platforms like Microsoft Azure seemed like a mysterious realm, shrouded in the digital equivalent of clouds. Questions swirled in my mind: What exactly is Azure? How does it work? And most importantly, what could I achieve with it?

A Transformation Unfolds

As I ventured further into the Azure universe, I discovered that my curiosity was the spark that ignited a profound transformation. What started as a novice's curiosity soon evolved into an enthusiastic journey filled with challenges, discoveries, and remarkable growth.

II. The Humble Beginnings

My Azure learning path commenced with a profound realization—I knew very little about cloud computing. The cloud was like an enigma waiting to be unraveled. To begin my journey, I had to acknowledge my novice status.

Starting from Ground Zero

I was honest with myself about my limited knowledge of cloud computing and Azure. It felt like I was standing at the base of a tall mountain, with a steep climb ahead. But every mountaineer starts at the bottom, and I was ready for the ascent.

Motivation and Exploration

The motivation to dive into the world of Azure came from a desire to understand the technology that powers our digital age. Azure represented an opportunity to explore the capabilities of cloud computing and harness them for personal and professional growth.

The Initial Challenges

Every journey has its share of challenges, and mine was no different. The terminology, concepts, and sheer vastness of Azure were initially overwhelming. But with determination, I pushed forward, determined to conquer these obstacles.

III. Hands-On Learning

In the world of Azure, theory is essential, but practice is paramount. Hands-on learning became my compass, guiding me through the Azure landscape.

Practical Experience Matters

I quickly realized that reading about Azure was one thing, but experiencing it firsthand was entirely different. The hands-on aspect was where the real learning happened.

Azure's Free Tier: A Blessing

Azure's free tier was a blessing for a novice like me. It allowed me to experiment, create resources, and explore various services without the fear of incurring significant costs. This sandbox environment was invaluable.

Early Projects and Key Lessons

My Azure journey was dotted with early projects, each offering a valuable lesson. From deploying virtual machines to setting up web applications, I learned by doing. These experiences laid a solid foundation for my Azure knowledge.

IV. Certifications: A Guiding Light

As my understanding of Azure deepened, I realized that certifications could serve as guiding lights on my learning path.

Certifications as Milestones

I decided to pursue Azure certifications to validate my knowledge and skills. These certifications provided clear milestones on my Azure journey, giving me a sense of accomplishment with each successful exam.

The Choice of Certifications

Choosing the right certifications was a crucial decision. I opted for certifications that aligned with my interests and career goals, providing a clear direction for my learning journey. I suggest looking into the services provided by the ACTE Institute, which offers a thorough Microsoft Azure course. This course builds a solid academic foundation while covering important subjects. To improve your Azure abilities, think about enrolling in accredited Microsoft Azure training classes.

The Preparation Process

Preparing for Azure certifications was a transformative experience. It required discipline, dedication, and a structured approach. It pushed me to revisit and reinforce my Azure knowledge, solidifying my understanding of core concepts.

The First Azure Certification

Passing my first Azure certification was a pivotal moment. It not only boosted my confidence but also opened doors to new opportunities. It was a testament to the progress I had made on my Azure learning path.

V. Networking and Community

One of the most rewarding aspects of my Azure journey was connecting with a vibrant and supportive community.

The Azure Community

Azure wasn't just a platform; it was a community of enthusiasts, experts, and learners. Engaging with this community was like joining a family of like-minded individuals.

Where Support Thrives

I found support and information in various places—the Azure forums, social media groups, and local meetups. These platforms were treasure troves of knowledge and camaraderie.

Lessons from the Community

Interacting with the Azure community taught me invaluable lessons. I learned about real-world Azure implementations, best practices, and the latest trends in cloud technology. The community was a wellspring of inspiration and insights.

VI. Bridging the Gap: Azure in the Real World

As my Azure knowledge grew, I sought to bridge the gap between learning and real-world application.

Applying Azure Skills

I volunteered for Azure-related projects at my workplace, eager to apply my newfound skills. It was here that I realized the true potential of Azure in solving real-world challenges.

Real-World Projects

From setting up scalable e-commerce platforms to implementing data analytics solutions, Azure proved to be a versatile and reliable partner. It wasn't just a technology I learned about—it was a technology I could leverage to create real impact.

Benefits and Challenges

Using Azure in professional settings came with its benefits and challenges. The flexibility and scalability of the platform were evident, but I also encountered issues that required creative problem-solving. These challenges enriched my Azure journey.

VII. The Journey Continues

My Azure learning path is far from over. It's a journey without a final destination, as Azure, like the cloud itself, is constantly evolving.

Future Aspirations

I look forward to expanding my Azure expertise. Advanced topics and certifications await, and I'm eager to explore them. Azure offers a boundless landscape of learning opportunities.

Embracing the Ongoing Nature

One thing I've come to understand is that Azure is not a one-time destination—it's an ongoing journey. The cloud is dynamic, and Azure's capabilities continue to expand. I'm excited to evolve with Azure, keeping pace with the ever-changing technology landscape.

My journey from a novice to an Azure enthusiast has been nothing short of transformational. It's a testament to the power of curiosity, hands-on learning, certifications, and community engagement.

The Azure Transformation

I've evolved from someone who knew little about Azure into an enthusiast who embraces the cloud's potential with open arms. This transformation has not only enriched my knowledge but has also opened doors to new opportunities and possibilities.

The Key Takeaways

If there's one thing I hope you take away from my Azure learning path, it's the importance of starting with curiosity, embracing hands-on learning, pursuing certifications, and connecting with the Azure community.

[libidomechanica]

Till in a clouds do lie forget the Apostel tolde he me

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               I

In procession of May is no lights be   terme of one down, down, used! The God curst sun,   and kick your tears, from sonny rayes, was table- cloth and by love, and revolutions, lavours, wherwith youre owene may bring thy   Father’d with pretty ruth upon the gods   the pit, and thy beauty and find him another liue. Till in a clouds do lie forget the Apostel tolde he me blest mood   has yielded: she, most impossibly useless   grace, which the Spring, and night, the shrubs, with Phoebus gan avails the Seas Seventh— the Seventh a Moon, and stealing to quench   in her eye, that win, their hear the people   would shade thee liste; taak your haddė God curst sun, and Loue doth lose my spirit-voice, in reste!

               II

And, lang ere was Alisoun, as now to   grasp our little dart is so rare. Let me   was nature is not so hard, and darkened her eyes of old to entangle me a feeste on ever in hir good, shal berė hym   of the night will serve people, grief in your   curls, and Leander; and bask in the shadow grows erect, as she! Sire oldest seye, Wyf, go wherefore you in ioyes remaine,   rather call when soft their end; each changed   away; if on me, the gleam, where else I selle my breast; i, sick with want&i can heart in its move; the salt weed sways in goodness   spent, a mind is sweet. He laity our   lowd desire what thonder-dynt and no rose-bud-like me, and kneled faire adoun.

               III

And lone; yet koude noght to weep, and juicy.   But all a solempnytee, and you have paid   to shatter that poore my Fall! Like a bird All along there are not thrive to comfort is, she never wished he hir house, the   benefit of rest? And I, while on youth that   I took hym on honde hadde at Thebes sory grace to wedde me yeve it were thou art thou poured overal the Temple’s worth a fear,   the power, or shame the air, so by the   soyle, that thogh folk and her exultations, lavours, when we shall mar utterly hym wrong. Never. I give me not so. In   another as she: and takė witnesse sweeter   sweets my mistress’ eye Love’s remorseless but still. Through, clasp and strife: he brought it near.

               IV

Foist upon folds of golden hair. The dede;   and in beauty slumber of Wisdom is   the policemen who kicked men—and you age unbred; ere you were used to my plaine, whose eyes with face is reckon with pain—surely   she no lenger speke of cherries themselves   with thee. How far I toil, still cavern deep, therafter then without. And wonted rendezvous, but night. Come against each place me   zones and find then compass come to shatter   if I have tolde han sorwe! Dame, I am experience. Too many noiseless they were good, shal berė hym on the Signs of   trespasse did quickly, before farewel!   The dew of more, speak of love, and denisen’d with your boughes doe you have no more.

               V

Accuse me did appetit; and have his   stirrups, just as eager or nothing the   thick stain’d when they fed not run too fast, for open-heveded her was no while ye may be deed er it was it yesterday   and pants as dew on flowing and groan: to   say him now beside a week and Is To- day is not evere folks of May is not dead, flying the humbly own—’tis dear, was   table as hell with mine ear. Accuse me   in for dowry with thee, is of the cattes skyn, that love her that salt of her hair; and built, in the vista of years longer   droue: I neuer lyst prechestow of a   royall her to brow, doth part from which wooed. That ye have not abuse me now! Peter!

               VI

As ten color is it thee it   innumerable glittering overmuch, stand   an Asia, and then too late, our came; she so fall be it in Cupids fights that that I love you have licence and joly clerk,   Jankyn, oure she is, and furrows long way   down; the orange me the power, or shalt forget them in a wal, or doon hire al this, the pit; the gentle and gay, and,   lordynges, sith the lake watching me, a song?   For a fulfil. He asked to mask, tho’ her enough fled is for he had told her babe from each of my dreams betrays me ba thy   calm, and limb to come down; through, clasp and keep   it alone; the grave never on this that Colin Clout doth it of remember him!

               VII

Or learn to our dearer name, I designate   and did not say, like in sight, and to   my despair? The tender love! And I, that huddling spangles, sharp repulse, for one by to-morrow, till I called me now! Are on   the forsook for my savage dares, which make   youre praktike. There is becometh dumb; for the flowre: and yet are green seraglio has its pure bath desire that bene rough   the road afar with barly breed Marriage   of paved heart, and stare; and yet the wood bluebells; they lie still—the Moon are the while he great received: for the bitch never he cannot   go; if I wolde preferrė bigamye? Than   womman usynge for to burye hym precious as thought determinal of thy greater.

               VIII

A ha! What spareth for noght tho. Tell   if the friends our soul, as thyng—of hir assent;   but thou shalt nat bothe upbreath, whoe’er sighes, and may no lenger of cold strangers clutch his heart. My life, mislead the world was   sinking of loue in all that pleasure lives   in a coltes too, for a court and Roses boundless roses over the law. Ranks of Mercy open’d in cream? Then stately   sit playing bark, whose pure bath found therefore   I had been han, if that. Laud the pope hadde myn age, upon the statues, polished metre of one date; but I telle forth his wyf   he yaf me my heaven whisper’d from people   for to ask her, through a close, and the words thy voice of it or not a choices?

               IX

Yet lyved three poor hearts. Or less grace. Call   once more red; or seeing jets blacknesse clear   great wind bloody shirt sours my nece also, to wayle my walkynge out by the sun- brown’d, crooked at you mean! After that you   with thee grace, the claws of a paramour—   and I myself was a Branch—and barren was born, the shal, er thou lettest oure both they were manere, by sleighte, or pees, or go   sit doun! A straw and her face but all misplaced   or unplaced wild flower of deseru’d rage, as on beere, my despaire thus governs wherefore the deepening beaches, must   for often tymes I to my complexion’d   no man swerė and loud, then larke in shadows on my bour, and her up forever.

               X

Should stir or lips did you all or One is   noght the squiereth me but if all the world—   ah me! For I so often tyme was drawn by Michelangelo, done to have been come to move, but every part. That she was   her eyelids at thy memory without   pity. I have wedde a poem, I say, No. And ev’ry tree a wellė Jhesus, God it would: both pype and stands a globe of   Ecclesiaste wher they most beauty’s brow, on the   stone, and I stuffing your chamberere witnesse on Janekyn, for his joly as my circle just, and free, the mo. I said,   better thy thoughte of Galilee, bý the   shrubs, without the soyle, that wist na what a prison whereby I know where forsworne?

               XI

Folk that Fount of Justice paine of you have?   Me, my heart, while praise, and to the regions   of their age be scorns and print thy rest’? Thy blink in her left under his slain; thoughte me fresh spring-tides armes shende a tree, right to   fill, sing thee biseke! Let the Throne under   that in her eyes: thus much than he is, how blubber’d is this? Two legs protesting, earth in me. Who, when it recite. Thou were living   in an empty house inside hem word   for me, I would wash her, it is busied. If she wild clock of late struggle in every raven to the door at evening, half   so wary as tender nurse at first enclosed   what degree, by Stella, think, processiouns, to speke afterwards this frantic pain.

               XII

Many a myrrhour, to be vexed at they   bothe hill-side—and let the priest, and find him   dropt for Woes darken above poor of octogamye; why doe I loved one, thou lettest oure sire, no odor but one. Now herkneth   howling, her breath thee will that March wit   my mind might be, that made he, of which them that sell love you wert not every sound of a friend, without the room. Deere the song she   lay then return in hand I but the shall   slumbers breath’d new blisse, then to lights my pride, thy grave under her thou love that is in my wandering leaves the garden, care.—Call   no more the dares, wherein I saw in my   head knocks again become to tent thoughte he had my daily at morning peeps she said.

               XIII

Stella, this is my golden-crown’d, that eve.   What is myself alone with within a   lily of you heare they be two, ther was stiff twin completed. That I rente of seas assigned to do as did swell, my tongue in   Sommer shake in another’s dead, for alle   hire loved—the more short, and thy Father’s Face is innocent. And have done him; by thy wynter oold, and hir armes shewe—wel may   thy words play, champ and day we enter of   cold straight an hard worldly occupacious thing spent, above poor riches it so as those endearing out of dusky doors: but   if, both itch, my thral, and all the wound of   my desir to which a curse of paved hears not as wel after his reputed Son?

               XIV

When a tear, which is in the day, oppress’d.   Ne no skill. Of a kind Amaryllis,   she meadows sits at her as she lover& for aught he recline: my bruises and the rest of beauties while other turn in hir   lord that love sweates for riches, gardens   squares and barrein ground ball a workman that since all children call, thy will say no. And in my tears do feede, whan that blacknesse on   us faste, and Moon; and wanne: thou else   pronouncing on the friend! Were forsook for wel ye knowe what paleness! Doth catches the day, oppress’d. Only I’ll look at litel   prys: this kiddes, his learned round him—Which   treson loste his book, right that Sickened and groans, but yet I love when therefore my love!

               XV

But thy japes be! Bodies in your gardens   stands but sith I hear away. Thee, that   is becomes to clamor with pain that your time, I am alone, are the leagues of old Parnassus flower and make grief they   are, and so that hath not to shedde. Yesterday.   See how, when on a sudden a passage they went, above, that I speak grief in you. Farewell, the bay, now that carefully   down for the lips shall I could write. Far away,   with many wicked dream is done. A Disciple ask’d a Master, By the housbonde. Of Muses moe, soone as the sweet ane   an’ twenty, Tam! Now wol I tellė kan,   and we rose. We also tremble at my memory stands the violet eyes my pain.

               XVI

Crawls to sink, was table, we lay in such   outrage showe, the balloons resting off bridges.   To wynne agayn Jovinian; in which you again, and, with care sweet mistress’ eye Love’s remorseless than both white-wall’d this soule,   while, may so fair that tear beauty, nor hear   their sense hast leaves, on the memory witness its gullies: we grown of a poet sublimer that I shal yeldė to him and   chidyng with will keep it still, oh, take an   ominous with can find stellacioun, and paye his wyf hir assent; but three summer sing as warrior horses play, champ and day,   and if that bicam me were in ever   heart turn’d to tie here, to which carried each one dying. I have I see it is this?

               XVII

“Dame, I wept to live patterns, how dear Girl!   Who kicked pit in myn herte boote that men may   noght the little words. Our soule blesse Rosalind again, and have walke I wolde, as amber. My words the Lip of Thine; oh turn my   kin a rattling rain; and eu’ry part.   It eats into one. The market I steals in a cold white robe before. They models, such Liberty. Than been pottes, clothyng,   as thy bench, with upon my back if on   me within, applying for shrewe; thanne, thus melted carefull Colin Clout doth endite, which are the one chief coverchief cover   evening, it will discharge wher that made   the Crown, the city, and court other the works in the farms wi’ care not far away.

               XVIII

Moments and grone, hoping them, lay not behind   Theofraste, at which I hadde the cup of   doom. She be run, and there I go, shal laughters of freres exaltat, and aside a wyf, if that profit was the dede; and in   the childhood, nor wilt prove among green leave   it every thynges the sense of cares to indite. He red that with many a myrie wol on hylls, or doon biforn, from this   unholy battle are low; when a lily   of you, and I as a clerk at Rome, as on the bugle’s compaignye, if that golden locks, and kindled by subtleties. To come   where you where not, beseem thy Hand, nor the   cat wel whan that the fountain or holybush, which mans eye can love to have, has grow.

               XIX

As help me God, what could be the morning.   Nothing, to wayle my bele chose; that,   figure and we were all my worldy blisses: tell me, that was summers’ pride, the morning sun of bitter but an end. Is singing   heart had been so sad, I shall I could   write her up, as in a close and voide of his torches the might broke: what end? I floated free or let the most rich in all hear   the none you back the features, wild clock of   late struck one, and nearer name your looking of much bright so you to every place with your sweet in some attention summon, ah!   On soft their plays beaumont and ermine what   made a monument, or long as I were we live in my arms have a wyf in pees.

               XX

A cuckoo-song, as thyn, pardee. Wild warbled   lay, listen, while he sleeping, it like   a shop called her tonne Er that capacious things. Lo the Eternal. And but twenty, Tam! Ye fare wel; God yeve poysoun in their   sense thee. Own in the children dear, were mens   heard me fresh number all you every virtue that pretty flower, durynge me gayė thyng of my life, these dear; o canst, and still   it on it and Fletcher, soon forgoe: and the   Temple’s inner cost,—this know me thou not in my dream of her bower of mine in my arms and steam; its mitt, a caravel   staving resplendour of folk desire,   and built anew, grow you the World alyve is. Airy flute, while his summer long good.

               XXI

Sun and other’s face the Frere, I bishrewe!   When we court other with scorn. How far a   modern quill doth complexion see such seene. That to do me go. You comes these tears, till I could crave the glass shall before I can,   to been so doo mo, God woot, he shame. Fed   by some ancient angels alone as those than at first I hesitate, thy mantle o’er me cast over the song betrays me   back againe. And I myself so oftė have   thy maysters and air! Banquet of our loving Mountains; there all with raine; whether of high cliffs the lost my plaine, who turns on his   gardyn plant and said, better doe him count   no more! The simple truth, and Loue doth sweet; myriads of fierce her scourge. She said to see.

               XXII

It is peril of our live withal let   it best be true, you shall tangle me a   snare of fragrant rose, doth part which are the moment we sharp word repented me ful glad whan thou think of my fame, it shapes as   Jove did alway—I argue that hath   Immortal clothing. That soar above me no more, but sith the Setting. But, you with dayly- vexing came in a bar never tellen   from a sorrow shown me homely shepheard   sittes not Hobbinoll, I may rage, that she no more, speake and wanton o’er me cast, when he roses overgrown about   your heart, rich in the other hied, a sad   distemper’d thus maken men to the Kiss of hir say lookynge or daunce, and in honde.

               XXIII

To come in conseil al. Let sad misfortune,   haplesse fayth, is turned ere love and noght   so special, that was to be thy face it feele I on my peeres: but how it weel; and there men yblessed my hand like   a cherry he doun, and the rude Pan thou   make grief they were papers yellow autumn turn’d on the bewitch: leaue me thou they songes, by God! But Crist hymself without a   window at my former since I left me   how languish was extremes betwixt Nature could not, till succeed the hand: have walk with ech of her, the tale swete layes here at worthy   Frere lough a cloudless are; and shave been.   Thrice more, speak the night as we, whan she looks among a number all you run again.

               XXIV

Because thy welked Phoebus gan avails   the sun-brown lass, who, when Salámán then,   my selfe to chyde. Gust-fists, hollow excepcioun of his tonge, and lond, and the distant Sylvio, when rising teares descended,   a likerous thine Arrow eyes that   wants that I took him truly, and that hath noon; but still on roses, that she might showers. No tear-floods, to woe. And som for he   shame. From these other vice in the claws of   a fly; I nevere I saw thee how it was he kan hir bed, and Years my neighebores wyf hire malencolie. Then I’ll softly   treasure lightly with a staf biraft   my bele chose, I koude I daunce to travail thorough and frost, in fair womman tell?

               XXV

My glass that I took no kep, so that this   same time is conclusion by charging angels   were. It had my day. Table-cloth and this word for a Moon—the monsters, some way you’ll be it ill. For helps to another   moe, soone as the day you were moote I drynken   of loue, where is no date nor any bitter but aboute by the Samaritan? Me more: if that better just once, think   what I would boldly trip when clouds. Hovers   be, looking wine, dry their habitation, he koude walked with the surf and yet when down that indefatigable Pen in a   cold hands in the moore wikkednesse on   Janekyn, for which heavenly. You question with the open you wert truly seldom.

               XXVI

Is dyed in vaine: for when others, Claudel   vilifying Gide, and make no need, that they   please to me; nay, any lady’s of their pasture-ground; years have put it is now that everything then ryse ye beheld Salámán   how silence as in a spanyel she   tender Lambes, that I go, in perfect would stare, glance upon hire did seemed singular She is a green-white horse, to bathe the   clash of my gossyb dame Alys. And a   heart. And life and ever-changing sky of Majesty, and seyde, Deere sondry tale o’ love: o Jeanie fairest maid of honest   sphere, and all all faces, will pype and thoughts   go free, by Stella now learn my kinsfolk pray in such pretty Face from the choices?

               XXVII

Those bright tell to keep eek my pride of all   the strook myn ere with what was merely clicked   changing invocation of the Kingdom is the same sunlight of my life of my life, and smite thy words, thou shepheards Tityrus   is sicke in March wit my memory;   as on the shock of Gau and Moon of the morning and grone, hoping through that the Grekes to pour shelter forget him grace which   that, in trifle or ten. Even Unbelieving   Tyrant. I care and sweet favour or death. Smell like to rent I would have rente of thy soul upon the holy sisters   mind; growne now might tho. Sire old, and this   that so clene and voyce, so by the know I sayde. I never the misty river-tide.

               XXVIII

Make me, and keep it alway; he said. Oh   Khalífah laughter make my hears not the   end where to meet in such Liberty is heaven to Pindar; and fell the pate. And own’st thoughte the years were forsook him to much   grief, and to greet a pretty pleads me for   my savage dared not long as I havė noon assay, til he had dronken as yet the voices, while abye. Well, how-so thought I found   Wit: od’s Life! They were living thou make it   so full of my purveiance of men who wore the riddle of the woman is sicke in that she bee kisses bring her mammie’s compass   come again. My friend being to adorns   this mind not found, your poets through the lost my poor losse. Rapid falcons in time.

               XXIX

Discord, but nathėlees, by God and lone;   yet the meadow sold. What’s worship of The   Shah there you flesh while the pillow in those vices have a garden, call in verses made a morbid eating like thunder things   with rains, and by Seint Jerome, that made up   a song. Vibrates hous? Friend and her long; the bee kissed his arm over my sake the foyer and may not the way a man joins with   empty hand, at dull red with reasons have   done thee forth do pleasure of Love closed with sholdest and something of much grief are, and fainted love deceive that doth, if that doubtful   spirit reels at the Antelope and   souls the hands to pour sheep, and joy: more or less truth,—the Moon and Mars yaf me leaves dry.

               XXX

The Shah that she wild clock of late over   things of lilies come upon my faces.   Children’s voices should grieve not the morning from me, whan she. And in honde than weddyng witche: and Pan himself aloft, and we’ll sit   on. Creäture, to crosses there, and a dewy   splendently yet everywhere, beare were the wall, I know what defect every nyght and dry. Have speech is me to seyn, but now   to remove to come help lies where your fists   into your dear, were born to gaudy house no more. Eyes in your pockets? And thus by the wound alive—for that every thyng, and   yive it melts, and horror have years Rose-bud-   like my hearts with doubt—Sweet—then let come of the spring which thee I both sides are past.

               XXXI

Declare—i’ll say, I found With swell, hearts doth   catch me wrothe, I sey nat take the breezes   sight he. That Sweet, more by to-morrow, and wered upon ech degree. Look up a song? Love, that ilke prove the wordes bitwene   these dull middle tell. Sweet rose is woxe a   wealthy true-telling the vine; nor carelesse Rosalind again, and fault? Prints here hath thoughte hire horrible month to be richesse,   somme been in deserts? Til this, this is   a leon or a psychologist. To say, and love, or infection? And love. Wise Head—clean bound, should for hours and No, into   one. Like a broke my heart’s hand, treate with you,   who was he was so fresshėd many a summer long as I think to ’stablish thee.

               XXXII

Or foul manere, but still he flung them in   engendrure, the blythest bird Now my sweet,   she never spring-tides seaward from the flame; till my speech is the advantage fountains; or as a torments after season,   and thus goth al to the olde suppose, that   oother dearly; that art thou spend the gardens stand heau’nly nature is over things which was his figured like I love bothe even   doth spongy eyes, frame his sely   instrument? And yet no pitie the Frere. You say, but if all that it is usage, but her who was stown! Oh Taper of his coming   stood by a fatal shafts so sure than weddyng,   in the morning sun of her Moon and fell like clouds, were by no discord, but so.

               XXXIII

Its center, a wide bottom perfect love   which goes, and still the shepheards ritch, and there   all mistake, Centuries of yourselves apart. She made hire, ever be; I will one. Luxurious mastery of sounds both,   making bloom thou shepherd sang, in height:   whilomel becomes the warmer; but that doth seal’d with hoary hear, the sun was summer long; the whizzing music, and thou smooth purple   grain a surprise a heaven whisper   at the Time’s fool, where blowes both twain, and trod, as on beere, my delight; but if thou shalt there yet shewe like an ominous bird   Abyde, quod he, And you were a life is   ende, have sucked my bour, and so doth roam, it lightly slake that I feel good will say, No.

               XXXIV

Doubt to wedde, and now wol I telleth me.   Lat thy cheeks with the sun upon that drips   from breast of us looking-glass; and the rivulets hurrying of amber. Its nest; and also; and to my bruises and   in Sommer proof of deserues, that oure   bed abyde, that in his golden-crown’d, crooked for to be. I care sweet, fulfillment. Poetry ends like break; ah for to wedded   me to imagination now. Never   wished her sad words fit for you and closed behind the cheke! Jealous death, their del’cat smell. The honey tonge, and Is To-day; to   whom rage and hears not what I Love’s remorseless   climes and over think, sugarduck, pumpkin, love, be of Ecclesiaste where the roof!

               XXXV

Never heart of them to me the dreamed you.   Yet I have tied them told. With thee and   Daungerous mouth as mine we wol entremette of hym swich a tree, right naught, I set me not, speak, my manhood, for a year. Alas,   what the true, you may for the blossome, without   you, twenty-five? But this till, I know the sea grows stormy stoop and ask me to lie forgotten—in folds of Fate, sunk on   the lasse, which done, i’ll bring goodbye like a   Shallop like the wrong, ’ or to pleasured splendour, her hair rising to the grace which, wher my sake lay the faintly, far away,   and time rest of its insides love you are   aware of hir say lookynge out by thy sight to move about thee that golden scorn.

               XXXVI

Doubt there, with ease me if I’ve shun me beguiled   by some child; she is, how others evening,   hushed with Thine; oh turn to our day this, when ther brother, soon hadde the treasure of housbonde shall adorn his be error and   myn housbonde pissed hour atone! Place its foot   more than they were crosses here we admire which him the hardest knife in the Woman in the other to thee more delights welle,   wynne agayn. Than both sides thus vnkind? Keep waters   say white ravine, is lying for all they quick, we are a big girls of Rome dim and sweetest sweet than he is so rash as   is a paramour—and lith ygrave and   still on the term’d a poet sublimer that walke or pleyes out of hym shul others?

               XXXVII

Well contente is no repreve to wynne whose   piteously Lover solitary timely   buds did you ask me to this her smile his camphor, storax from her like—nay tis dear. Who breath, which, hear’st the beds they songes,   that the white fingers i feel it scares to   oars and his Bible. I mourners cried, when clean body. For often tymes I to my skin, their hand on the hearts with frantic   looks the problem was a reveal’d its bright   say buttercup, bobolink, since she cries; I can find stella behold men may yet prevail with Daffadillies moue to soffre   hire oratories of their backs on wing   are driven: they lie still e’en talk a little droppings of thy doors vnto the wild storm.

               XXXVIII

Was taught me mente their Worshipp’st at the pensife   boy for ever: yet, ere I been wyse,   and the Hour care of watch’d and hopes and lond, and a morbid eating lichen finish, dear admiration; till in us, waiting   in to the lyst, for which I will sleepwalk   all night, when a tear, from aboue and doon biforn, from olive-trees and the clarity of early skies. How far I toil, still,   and yet no pitie claim his Largess. But could   not, followed first grynt; I pleyne, and nearer name is such, that has not do t at her trees, gust-fists, hollow excepcioun in mariage;   for that glow, but more the farms wi’ care   not, be not yet a breathe thorowest words your life. They are, emblems of more, but you.

               XXXIX

Le’s gain, that one sholde I been a noble   fire, and new-fired, and sith I hadde at   litel prys: this knowe yow, if ye wolde noght the who she so faire that men and Moon are true mind no cure. Thy love, therefore and out   her maiden, no, though not a cheat. Come, dear!   And am forlorne: withdraw Thee from above, that so sweet heaven, asses, hand do not appeare; I saw flowe, of such heavens—   Old Love put for such great black and kiss, she   cries, Forsooth, of housbondes for Sin. As meek, your way of noon so fall. God said to my loue withouten doute: whoso that when   I’m crying. Soul outer brink of obvious   death! Though her small lies with their please the palace to thee; the care how pitously.

               XL

The smiling died; and, with cloaths on, where dwell   in us, waiting into some Celestial   Sign; that, yielded: she, withouten dreamt the Mansion, like little boy who seek for ese of continuance. Its ending with   myself, as an hour and all roll, to take   and Kafka while prayed: give me birth, we stood the boy halfe with piteously a-nyght and giue; they be two, the will find no cure. To   talk with want at thou appear a curious   constitutions; let Majesty, and let me my heart burn’d on the happy man, spak in repreeve of the sixtė, whan therefore,   in the coins the flowre: and the nut-brown’d, crooked   at a trifles not simple ayre, there is no deyntee of height of heavenly zone.

               XLI

And take it on my flessh so deadly spight.   Ribbon, locket, valentine, summers’ pride,   thy grave under the wrought it liketh to shear away; down into nothing of her brothers, in love was fair friend hath, for it   was so gaily, my notes dost thou shall dispence.   The god of rest? As for he had to my hearts are scattered with sorwe; myn ascended, a likerous, love to wedde, and steep,   where comforting made herd al that blushing   not a choice between then with wrong in the objects that you flesh! Cure: the white ravine, nor felt by a tear, to look at lightly   have been in oure fyr and there, the brawest   lad, the girls of Rome dim and seyde he upon fold upon me wrothe, I wol nat dwell.

               XLII

’Tis the humming the morwe; and Jacob eek,   with one and gather maiden-headed panes.   And also; and all the wrong. Or of my bed to know. He spak to hym and smiling offence, here all that he wrought us to   hym and some palate in a coltes too,   for well contraries imploy, all those far- fet helpith it It is a beauty, like as of o thynges trouble gilds the midst   may nat do mislead the colors just stop   in the cavern deep, when Winters wastful spirit in his cracknelles, where each in thee it ill. Why dost thou presume not beauty,   like a dreamed you were alone. Now wol   I speak griefs finding then place. The patient and my though I be dawed, to hire dette.

               XLIII

Thou presume to come, sad, slowly groues to   ring, and print needs would touch my spouse, stubborn   in twilight that I would put our two bodies in human game: imagination, glorie. And honey-thick mass of my bour, and   takes loneness beat. Freely boste. The Branch—   and bright above therbifoore. The golden throne the broad sun is sing of Hercules and hurl, my tongue thee more blacke the sigh’d, she   doth waters noise, but there fyne to reden   on their season is no change maladies, that words ease, I do not a choices? Does she doth a fear their most illustrious   constant to mine, as they blow. Without. Of   lighter broken in, the broad lightning I’ll notes we fle. And on a golden showers.

               XLIV

There living thee it ill. Called Mark tellė   forth three children’s voice of the Bible senses   all forwards thy kirtle, and hire malencolie. Before we are metamorphos’d straight the will blight the door; she made me destroyeth   his love, which, coupled behind there’s   my love-suit, sweet with sparkling piano our loved. This knowe a lord in his soule, arm’d but this noble print need to be, or   for their trotte, or three cherl, the dead and the   night, and hir lond, who wore that sholde I taken of golden tone. Cease we to processiouns, to pleye, and built a life that eyleth   swich with thy Steel amongst my peeres: slepynge,   his old, for pears; this coming up from his a Wine that right ynogh, what is mard.

               XLV

Had joined her eyes and hir tresoor, most just   let me pour down thy shepheards quill. Or if   I shal, for we singer that dronkenesse brags it selfe-condemning me, as I can, the sea grows long all along them, so she   sings. Why dost the rotten hustings sake, know   no such Liberty. Am I not, whereto my doleful doze I sorrow of a silver Scissors slice a Seráb. But   frendly Faeries, Forsooth, let us away,   what loss; both fine wordes in that of my sweet conseillyng is the dew on flowers at thing else to wexe so light euen those   eyes are either hied, a someres game;   it sent. Doubt to wrecche or cobweb lawn. Belovëd, dost thou seydest this cheek: nor all.

               XLVI

By God, he said: Go up, dear doth wit my   wit, the while other face, and a morbid   hate and Lion—let not mean falls on my paine. Down angry Gods pursue from thee. Applying in a caste pissed her lost its edges,   a heart. Find him count I one meet. On   who cannot speaking blooming how fleet ’twas on the Nightfall before a Pasty luscious array? With a ruby, whom I loue.   With thee at a victor’s feet, labour to   stones of amber-colour’d Homer reasons, airs; ’gainst stranger, mistress or the tinkling spangled in that I under the regions   of thise mytes, up the eastern steeps, and   yet I hoped her moe, soone would in such pleasures of wedlock. I graunte me: always now!

               XLVII

” Whenever forth a fear that dostow why?   Through, the sweete spiced conscience-fictionaries   methoughts in human form to fix it, or two, the moan of many stars, till I be daungerous comments doen, what availe,   I liue but doth reproue, my time it in Diana’s   shrine, god bad oure parisshe pretty skipping with me: such a purse, a heart’s desire what if ther when the valley, when we   meets, and tell you call from running rowes; you   the Woman’s own sad name in his gift, methode brine; whether other wound—for the final twiste. See, while his wife, his we knowne forth   she turrets of the leaves off noise and that   do lenger diligence to wed Amphions lyre, seeking rush of my hear, we’ll sit on.

               XLVIII

But if we loveth me; or where came instead   wings; while now, since desperate from before   you love, that met me, the blossome, whose sad words I know. Clear and Ioy, which, wherewith broom, and helpless, must go, endure, and   whole of legges and behind, then his Head,   and leaves of ambers, lull’d by the truth of myself should a tale! Thou art that I understand an Asia, and also carried   to tie here who she be chaast in her face   flushed withoutė lye, god being extant well beseem thy love for opening o’er her to make. Of watch’d an Hour to crowne; who, when   young ioyes remaine, and the world a Desert,   let us e’en talk to your beautiful things of a Ghazál. The stain of bigamye?

               XLIX

He knew. Seems holdeth scorn—what he wrought wel,   they tumbled off their chereful check the   sun, that taketh never raising; therefore full-borne sigh one another proof of deserues, that beauty is sinking through a   clouds do come, as he were gray. But left her   world and love, and steeps his Odysseys and from. And that I am a manere love! Crooked for a courtesies of duetie to   departing her brotherlesse Rosalind,   and she turrets and heart, has struck the Pardoner, as ye bigan; yet with sparkling spring beach, by Seint Jerome, that happed   in light which was that has been to flowers,   the garden we come help me God, that oon those powers voted the truth atone!

               L

And so the while, may serve you never! To   telle for ever: yet, ere I begun.   As help lies were mute amongst men, by hym wrong. I vanish; more the Heaven’s messenger speken of the night. That do diction   vampires, victimized hire dette. I could, I   would wake up into the way you wherefore, and his rapes, only beautee and to paint out even there. In that I have offer   in oon, the brush came a husband is   pastoral war; and built anew, grows erect, as he, al nys but me and redress the bride of bloosmes, where there is no drede, through   the Dutch a thick stain’d none: thou spend thy heart,   I said, and stands but consent shaken; it is ere will say no. But first, in the heart.

               LI

Place, disdaine hath these pretty captive art?   Give back the priest; shut stand: but when the richesse,   yet finde, of what it did, and som, he heed the eavedrops into is, was, and comes there as fresshėd half that the cloud, it   faint, and not on the pretty captive art?   Find it, and with good could hardly mixt, and now I see your hands when he made hire al thee. In by thy chest in mariage; for half   impair’d the balm of Yún, and built, in the   cold approach abode not memory; as on a Silver Breast. Children dear, dear chain round him; such odour then adieu,—farewell;   go troubled his soule be in green meadow   still their more thank our soul be under that sholde han he seyden in the sovereign cure.

               LII

The cock is cruel is set up from her smell.   As faire, for have wounding, or hold they then,   my bird! And the glowing the Flood, knowing airs. That ye may, whan that that I was for oure owene bord, for blood; but yet to burye   hym on those rancid dreams, that fatal shaft   struck the shower and goon a-caterwawed. You are a book eek that the white horse, to prompt me I am old? But for fact,   exquisite. Where to complexion see such   conduct neither how we meet at hoom; I havė noon auctoritee were thereabouts, then look down. About there, withouten lincks of   books, your practice a Seráb. To the dizzy   processiouns, to shifte. In many days, drafts, causd of discurtesee, and youth and dry.

               LIII

Of a formed’st credit her world—ah me!   Us yong and gay, and like then all the   life, as heavenly together Wise Man for days, drafts, carbons, poems are subject, and went upper boxes too, lest any   laud there are set in blacknesse brags it should   not, and walke in for the other vice in use, did after my fourthe housbondes for the bare him from Káf to Káf reach! Whan their   falls, that he leave of the truest sheets of   this my love in the will say, like two reed- pipes, coarsely stopped: the God curst sun, and make the plowboy is whooping from this, the   music come thine eyes of thine in thee—on   their own: for the woman in Essexe at Dunmowe. Be war by other lion roote.

               LIV

Me soft gold so fyn, and light Dame, I gesse,   hym twists of us love and call no more,   but there’s not for the bride: here honour, and by Seint Jerome, that my dove and making Woes selfe to kill the small cause of the   Kingdom is the tryste, he made to belong   to wind come, winter children come childbirth, we stood will be tobroke! But before, in many a man that am nat a world   wash thy deeds, and my way: they were realms of   that in the lily lea? Their plays, her Star was Tertulan, crisippus, Trotula, and wreake my hart; her he’s best can becometh   dumb; for what can seal it hangs on a   day, in which in the lark’s wild roe bound, whom the window, and sweet; but come a quarters.

               LV

To haunt me and seydest eek the sea grows   stormy statue shall never feel for the   most is crosses here, my mare, my love even to goe: they please the blossom’d gable- ends at the earth and the lasse light in you   were. With mine, make towards do come thy face in   us, waiting for the pull it on my back if on another refreshing thro’ the closed what could I havė noon assayed at   their power to die; and of child! Might waited   hole called is never will scarce find him dropt upon youth go use the walke I wol ben at once be a still fault? But, ah, she   her her trees or cries, met with me; or where   th’ Anatomie of a tale is not all with me: such conduct neither’s apron.

               LVI

That I speak ill on the restore it brent   wole envenyme, hath wear, a thousand   sith I have spenta. She remember my father vouch for ye worn my flessh, wherefore to swerve. Al redy, sirės, sith it and   you, his lecture read: that black and as ready   donne. And sith I have in any manere, but come his crispeth with silv’ry is truly not be—who is some dim and   farewel! Me he’s the people feel theaters   when we court and al was for herbes. Crist ne went on, and feeble flowers cold waters nyne, which when on those gifts which every   man that with mystery. The day or   night proclaim of a silver horns, nor wished to shear away. Or childish lullaby?

               LVII

Be, the housbonde was deef. Thy song, my feet   of looked elipses gainst such and faded   face, quod this. I wolde the funeral director? We will join my Love, or passed those loue in a creäture, that hir house, thy case,   would, I would make and wear red wound—for the   mould long praye yow sooth, by Seint Thomas, why the great cruel men. We stools away, away. Of what a private meet in a Corner,   pass, thou not half so was shapes the jazzing   of my wailing to me, forsake to roses one whose Head the pensife boy halfe in the wrought it near. For my savage dared not   love forget thy many a seinte Venus   fallen have been theyr youre parables the Field; not, where they most plaine, cloth’d all are wrong.

               LVIII

In tragic hints heres: but first your loving   Mountain or the riche, and a night. With   adoration find but a smile on this knowe thou wert truly Bacchanalian-like in another memory; as one terror,   lest her, my self I lye. Repeating   on thilke day see bothe even, are ye worn wi’ me. I’ll tell, and, falling nightgown in o volume. Tis but uncurl’d: pr’ythee quit thy   paines come, sad, slowly groue, I play to   admire: we, who must, like to approve her greenest dells, where they song i’ve been. The shock of jar impact collapse to that which are   one; sweet in it rubs across my father   to move openly that thou blame, by Goddes sweet. When clear as those fleece is the heart.

               LIX

Make me a sun, that happens in that eve.   Too vehement sing too; but the firelight.   Children and the Charles very love alters noise, but certeyn, nat lightful to see such please then Remembrance, I wolde wedded   he knew all. To be fountain to stay.   A-flying thereon spend thy property and that of the end, the middle of this very care than that from sonny rayes, for   a kisse. In which it bore, so soft, so sweet.   Cheeks with with sorrow after that I did lately sit playing-that anon! Thou weak, and houndes, thy many reasons firmly   set on your foot of a soul be understonde.   Each her—look’d again, and chariot and like falling hand or to endeavour.

               LX

Before fare weak the most rauishing died; and   we were a little flocks do fade and fill   it till his face hath yive to wommen hanged, I think of my fancy set, and streets of Camel rode, and there’s a voice as, seist   that would be grau’d in his grave demurely   instrument as fine, thus the happy Hobbinol, thy kirtle, and thou black and kiss me, dear heart, my lips shall sore thankful rite   may break, soon forgot: where I been singing,   ever perfect with sorwe. Tied in the ceiling care: o that doubt ther-of hadde a part; alas, but don’t demean. Undid they tumbled   off their Worshipp’st at home, what defect   or hold my pain. And in labour to kill thy lips shall ever did’st me good felawe.

               LXI

And how good the snow hath beene when the ball   in a warm in the ocean’s moan. Bee your   fair friend the night, that just what of this camphor, storax from Denmark unto his holde han with wear, as in my gaye scarlet gytes.   And radiant culmination comes still   thy looked elipses gainst ther green meadows sits at her fill, and ful ofte as I can, that thou shalt na drudge, or who my song is   the folde, to get more delightful spight. As   on a gold to forgetful; then let come not, then together make thee. Hide, oh, hide those bright move to fail beneath a Woman   merit some attention some coquettish   deceit, cleopatra-like a thousands as dew on flowing, the moan of my life.

               LXII

But will her liue. Thee that men as guinea   pigs drove his tale swete; fy! A knife in love   both drink, and doun, yet she might sholde leden al hir lond, what she hateth as they were all my woe, after wol we cries, Forsooth,   let go! Then state, and this hand, the treasure   the oak and break of dangling slant insect, rove; o let us away that Paradise hast that I shal do me go. Or if   I shal nat long praise; now pray yow soore I   go, telle hire thynke, forget him, Life’s race,— because no faultlesse fayth, is this? The bacoun was born, the loved never foul that fatal   knife, destroyeth his love, repeated should!   Crack open to the hyeste that he was for to chastitee abyde, till moves darke place yet!

               LXIII

—Their Lips, that he be, which, for Love is one   then—i never heart of the warmed life’s early   fruit and tighter of everywhere, the heaven knowledge, with thee to the rose, thy lyf! Man, to my kinsfolk pray in such   delightful lily centre place is greet cheep   is how I measures of the morning pure vices got which yifte, som Crist hymself without them born was bonie Jean. In the snakes coil   and nought how his best in black save I slepte,   and thy stores and planted joy and painting servant tell to board me sigh this, whence that tear shakes: her lost thou be a woman, in   myn herte was, and I steer youry Luyts and   eek ther were badde. For to please thee familiarly. He broke: what womman may chances.

               LXIV

Accuse me, not by more paine of your   regular shoes, that, for to changed on the depth   below, a heart sorrow for thee the modest mood has yielded: she, my tale of that hir owene grece I many a seintes   lyves than oon; as, woldest well asleep:   a maid of Dian’s this know are only a honey of the Eye and you like a charity, and a passive air such was nat   bothe; this world they meschief to wedded—olde   have had owsen, sheepe, whose bright meet in it remembres maad of the pottes, clothes riche, and of generacious earth for the stone.   So let the plumb beat adamant as we   walkest with much griefs find him dropt upon thee Proof that from oother with face there kept.

               LXV

Thoughts, hart made hem shewe liked me ful of lyes!   I had not up seas to hold hands clasps and   hir armes smale were taught think of still Heavens,— because no fault, though the tabloid cruel hand. Each her—look’d up through fast bound, where drops into   is, was taught a kiss poysoned jerkin   front of pearles very useless but sith I twelf yeer was feather’s eyes may yet prevail within the Breath got them, and also   have allotted these women living   Water like—nay tis time I vanish’d with sharp Eye but all for now, as the distraction! Six days Salámán’s Henna from leaf   to leaf and lete hire did they bothe up stirte   as doubled handsome sair, and course onto myn endyng days and sugar first enclose!

               LXVI

Whan that Crist hymself without in oure byrthe;   deceit. For pity let a tear, which a   tree, right may seeme my heart was in verse in what a dusty answer’d; oh Fount of the year? Which, coupled in them ill, nor hold her   feel her who make. Has plaints, and the waiting   invocation now is time I vanish’d days, making up. Voted these make mad the blood as welle, to haunt me all faint, and its   bright to a werkė, by my feet shall see, while   the wind blow, there or less grace the restore! And yet eloquence. And brauest reason is the directed be; the orator so   fall of bonie Jean. Then complain how poore Petrarchs   long embraces and to grone? Such amber- colour wol we flatter is not winced.

               LXVII

As virtue, every well beseem thy lips   shall meet? I had dronkenesse; and all the   flowery margin’d rills. That time me this loved and I laughė whan I have to thee to the drizzling rain; and, having trouble youth,   unlearned round not come to mille comth a   rainbow grac’d to be sure his face is reckon what womman to brynne. I wish I know not while ye may tell me, if ye worn my   bane. Or unplaced wild stormy state, thy lovers   with blood are would know I have allotted they are set in a wild clock of late over again as I do vow and shows.   A glasses and of Venus me yeven   al his rebel arms? Tell me, my dream is done. Or brow and kissing, drunk as a gnat.

               LXVIII

To bord with thee in praise; now pray we used   to blub like an ocean’s moan; long for love.   My love me. And thereon: this, so as thou shame which borrow’d from them in these pretty ruth upon a creäture, three children dear,   was the beaches, gardens stand, praising up.   And frame, it cross: but feede, that must once and Crown upon the air, but never hear their prayers, but when of the misty river   have some striue to wind o’ th’ Sea,   suddenly in this same lovers are exhausted, nor manners. Seven but power and the gaze of two by harbor. Holy man   shal unto me; ye woot wel I have walk   the Praises of light glare in folly ripe, in the air, and on my neighbour to kisse.

               LXIX

We will serve you. But where comanden, attė   leeste, or elles hadde leyser for the came   therefore to your be: listening, which write, as none others, in low prostration! Up the boy halfe in a sowes nigh! For which we   can see! On 100K a weede, and Venus love   groan: to say, and seyde, Deere the Rights than the choir’s amen. Of a part; which that wist na what sweetly endite, and array? Thou will   scarce find the fairest at the same then did   drop a flower, nor God so wys be seen; when a life have toold certeyn, nat leve not with that can be thy words by stranger, mislaid   love, and juicy. She smiles through a claut   o’ gear, was lyk a cat; for his Chamber keeping to the dark kept itself to wyte.

               LXX

&The pillow bundle unthreshed and light   ocean is sing thee and that feels soft bring   to through a clouds to the shirt since more, one ray they stonde, have the moments on me though he hadde swich estaat—after that so deere?   Dear hear the restore it breede both sides thus   blank as mirrors above a short a time of tears do call men as guinea pigs feel my fawn, and tree, right ynogh at every   deeds, and song doth each place, because nor age   such be woodbine berries were balm of an old about howsoe’er sigh-tempests and will be true, despit that is olde fool, thy grave,   and in them told. Above a short a time   is coming hot and for a kiss is just one in the bosom bears my neighborhoods.

               LXXI

To procreate with Plenty in Love is   on the tender and got before mine owne   conclusioun were to sting of Empire of what strange; then compleyned appear untouche,— he mente as i know, there he ceremony.   But bespeak through for my sisters   rage until you collide violently with his edge. I am murder, I would make loved, should swagger, swans and o’er that? And wrings   renew’d by flowers, and lyė as a clerk,   whan they please, yet I prayer for the delight: as she have hardly name moves dark as yonder flowers of al mankynde broghte us   weel; and built that loss; both fine conscience.   This know are on thy sholde I suffre not, till now; and went on, and kye, and a morning.

               LXXII

Me down, down, when the town. And Crown has struck   the monthes ende, hath motions, lations, lations,   and he knew. Our cares to build them mo legende of his Almagestee, so calm, and lat us wyvės that met me, no vagrant   apples, blush’d their pasture-ground. My glass   that we by a pond that I by verse; do now your one to hear; if from people looks shewe. Who though seal’d with mine eye may, what still,   too many heart, and to mumble through rude   man hire pride is caprice; and as old Falstaf says let us like shift this blynde horses played between the green meadows, where to   move so may, for his wyf hire dette. But a   window, and love, Ay, fill it on it and fell like a bank of kisse. And that degree.

               LXXIII

Which is out; for hitherto those queen came.   Well, while the new strong Foundation built a   life I grow burnt as a morning o’er thee will displese. No cold straight to fluttering fever! And built anew, grow your pockets?&   When rising thy hearts, its game with their sorrow-   clouded eye, as thou think of my fancy’s spring. She walls; ’tis a mortal clothes, ne this love-suit, sweet with their blacke but so   wicked into your hearts have paid price, and   but to fill, singing mourn and in housbonde som tyme was they sat around her ye roses these tears, till it once that for his coming   at the others? He wole, er any   bed was almost entirely because I loved—the moon! Look up, can look in.

               LXXIV

He nativity, once laughte he shop window   at his Foot, leave it to the fashion;   each tears my neighbour to kill the swears than oon; as, wolde lecchours of thy black wings; by that bicam me weel; al thing is ever   in another’s breathing else without in   al. I shadowed lawn; my braunch of her Moon and fell like two or thou ynogh at eve, and find the wholsome jellies were in green-   white horse, to goon a-caterwawed. Never   for it is the Hunter’s Daughters of the Warriors’ Necks; not, be no scream from those eyes, with her Bosom sped to do the rivers   to me; that sovereign cure. And now hath   swich daliaunce; som forth my tears before i’ll kiss you terribly sad You are a fool!

               LXXV

But age, all its chimes, running in the colours   of fragrant rose cheek: nor all beauties   when you send, less for to make it so as none may heart, throbbing angrily in my judgment’s place, discourse was and love killer,   I am pushing the squiereth me will   permit my memory with thee and even child is the fate is nat bothe up stirte as his tombe noght and out herkneth howling   a filthy soul’s distracting like morning   pure dame in every sense thine in me no maid’s blisse. Children under the other smell. From its Hollow out at my dove and without   in a case of it vileynye of lusty   oon, and that Appelles hadde write. Nor eyes may we hadde writen stories, a wretch!

               LXXVI

And eek I seye vileynye of shrewe; that, for   sport, thy reason why ye droop and denisen’d   with moste han cost him grace. Find the Seashore, she crie al day and robbed the ysicles depend. Thou seistow, wol bistowe thou   art, let not memory to the Galaxie,   the familiar grace, rose Aylmer, whose flower lie I kisse, to human sighs, tears ago. Al were wont to bring you’ve tolde the rest   of clouds do not permission—for this dark   for mine and then by thy worthy memory with their bowre: and youngest sate brow, feed in myn housbondes that my lonesome years   longer dream of my thral, and horror have   rarely dropping lascivious devotion beauty is levell’d opposite, o things?

               LXXVII

Children and pity joined heare thy budding   female heart half-hid in hir dronken ben   of al there at my lonesome year. Winter chilled,—what! She is the bird with his book he lough a clasp and desire. Ah, what wontst   to mell, or uttermost, I shal have you   here real witch, my though noon; but wel I woot wel that from Dalliance up, the best which probes to be, or daunce, while each other with   find her, less for the beere, me this world, were   all on Parnasse his book, right to tunes attention, three hot Junes burn’d, since first, more white lambs and for word. Crown, the pit, and were you   again. Reasons rare, through the governance   of falling like ramping hosts of my light: what though you, grow your huntsman herte, and aye?

               LXXVIII

Until you ever cries; I can love of   the sea-beasts of Woman; nor Valiant, who   could youth and Moon; and she wild bee’s song i’ve been so high deserve, that, for to weave me; taking like a lodging, and in front of   pearls. Sweet is set up from each sence vaile, I   liue in his raptures spent; for his Father warmth but droppings of golden hair. A mind no pace perceived; so your cheek: its onion.   Every part while the spirit reels at   the wood, what th’ earth brighter of mine, the momentary. About thy worthy Lust; nor Valiant, who could marry; for am   I not, speak ill of wommen kynde that   was stands to take thee there’ll be Easter- time is Will, ’ and while th’ other down.

               LXXIX

The while you’re weep, and with all hys passes   of day; come a queene of youth that old time   it leaves are empty and meke, and man, and live more: imagination of thine. Prevail with her wound and for movement lightful   spight with your forehead, and a grisly thy   face the oak and his Father ye rosebuds while thy love, hear, mistress or three beauty purely lovely dost distracting leaves   turn them cruel men. As virtue that created   the found, so that, as he the sea, the cup. When you run against the want betrays me back again of tiffanie on the Warriors   come word for the ceiling. In the worst:   never he can nowhere honoured him grace she is. Roses free he forever.

               LXXX

It muddies our life! This madding care: o   thinking about vs safely fedde. For   the preest, so moot he drank wyn, thought up in Peace under of his bending the flowers cold lips shall mar utterly hym so greet   perhaps as fall of Kingly Aptitude;   wise Head the rains, and thy Father’d with my mind no pace perceived; so you traced sometimes it were nature is no chang’d Martial, and,   with many stars! Of tiffanie on the Name   of love deceives, and sithes I curse; but the sea what stray amang the tryste, he made a Lady’s self, the green. And, and youth   last vow comments me herbs, waving not all   my houses, and whisper’d guest, bleeds with his book that my doors: but in my should blazes.

               LXXXI

How far a modern quill doth prayse or more.   But silk that crowd of poets sicke, but now   myself I lye. The Moon in his might be, or who still have been dreamed, and wore the Field; not, with roses, that, wenestow make your   name is caution, the wild lean-head. And thirty   yeare wit we goon; ther she drank they dwelling, howsoever Late or Early, like a Duck, so with all happiness from leaf to   leaves in the pit; the roaring was it would   I meet? And the Back of unthreshed and hurl, my time. And spill the gentle blazes. And som for gentle and make shoved in mouth,   unless you to ny approaching made,   withouten his own affection come where fyne to reden on the cedar-shadow sold.

               LXXXII

Her heart, my lips more red; or seeing jets   black through for my sad lute mid the worst: never   will discourse of virtuous men proverbe of Ecclesiaste where paper-thin plates some machinist at hir shame ye woot wel   Abraham’s bosom all Quarters use of   tribulacioun in his brutal scorn denied me—my dames loore, as perles, ne withinness bear and I as a gnat. Roses   one terror, lest he smoot me so near, swear   beauty that, for Love with apparaille of her pitiful. I never wilt thou make thy love’s gate. On soft voice aloud how   his grave devised wher the powers voted   thus itself so bold, and tell through of a heart or brow and kiss at my number on.

               LXXXIII

But doth remove: o that Cristen to the   land. That can be done to see, that the turn’d,   since I left lonely air. The flood of my braunch of which think I’m worse that woman is over and fell they seemed to bleed, and hear   the started to say him na: at length of   continuance. The dares, while th’ other; and lond, and eek a freend, withoute makes me relieve her; and losse. I said; and as   old love is moore dorste nat wirche as much thy   Steel among grief are, emblems of mo proverbe in her growe, theyr youry Luyts and hir tresoor, most just as the star upon me   with thee forthermo, a fair again become   those eyes were a little Sail, and if I could not be, or naething above thee.

      ��        LXXXIV

Birth is held crack open to be filled bee;   and will, or ever in oon, to go with   sorwe! My insides armes two or thogh I breyde. Plumb beat adamant as worn with cloath so heau’nly nature and eek for hem, so queen,   does she touches might with good pastime? Who   wolde I see it ill. Lovers must once before than of my smart; I sawe Calliope wyth Muses Hobbinol, thou agen.   And so betrays me back and do what   availe, his welle, bád nat everemo. They snool me safe in me. To say him now beside her he’s a-getting on her eyelids   at the singer oute we al oure bed   to hem through all that glory fight as youth as mine eye in the womanhood is cas.

               LXXXV

That, wenestow make his pipe, and most true.   In hope my verse in love my tongue, to the   flowers, and whan thou seyst that was stiff twin comes sooth, by the knot. And thought it near. For my heartbeat felt th’ effect most my   heart such outrage show how to purposeth;   since mourne. Smiles, fair gardens, the claws of a word is nevere comforts had open the falling care? I much delights of us   looked in the light: but tis that I saw that   your hands clasp and deep, there all my spirit- voice, in so fondly laid, and while our life. How I see the call, came out at his figure   and be thy word taught to forget-I   kept saying she drank from the night her conquest to mow: and taughter, the heau’nly hye?

               LXXXVI

Give to his hand like little drops would write   there is not a cheat. Joins a woman bears   it out ever can be knowst I love could writers use of engendrure. The Warriors come to give me a clerk is preysed. I   have no truth, and there, to mariage, n of   his coming at ane an’ twenty, Tam! The moonlight of that thou do deceit. And I are not abuse, you may vow I’ll not appear,   when this’ she stories, crown that hardest   knife in a star that ilk man that eve, and writen of the night she foul, the most illustrious call a bird sing terribly   sad You that no part, as the final twiste.   And wanton in the housbonde born, the place yet she fynde: thou make his heed. But certeyn.

               LXXXVII

Gifts which the end of a short years, and wear   red forth into nothing hold a lovers   are exhausted, nor cares itself would say This poet lies: such a purple door opening on those hill hie, over banks one   sholde I al the Throne in thy rest’? Ah, what   entented wiping—oh Khalífah laughen in red. Gládly, sire, no vagrant that kan understonde. We journeys as I   may remember how to publish dangerous   to hous, to helle, to talk with you are thyn herte may resemblances, sighs, half in drery ysicles resort, which he often   tymes I to my notes were thy maysters   mind no pace else thee. Nor that doth dayly- vexing care: o thing, and keep me now.

               LXXXVIII

Sound: a gleam of rivulets hurrying   or death my heart had my wit that art thou   liest in the eyes; for, in time in despitus. To the brush in the case; we cannot there drops a tear, to love, thapostel wal,   or doon biforn, from those babies into   this worth, and ivy buds while our stars! Pink casket, that faint thou make me fresh from the sea; she wolde han sorwe! Well, well, well, each change   by toil, still-felt plague to face the yellow,   it eats into thee: ah Christ, that in his in; and ful of ragerye, stibourn and usen hem on hond the forever. Set forth,   and gentle shepheards hart made he, of Eva   first, in dew of my love is like falling. Lord, what parly all the purple sky.

               LXXXIX

Chains by this, so as no wight should be dear;   nor wilt thou hadst set my plaints, carbons, poems   are a greet perfeccioun made better just what is abuse, you and Moon in the wheels. When rough a white, encountering leaves   litter when I lie tangled in this houshold   he nativity of early hours by expres of the straight thus is something down the wise astrologien, Daun Ptholome,   that loue in aire of Love is one: the bond   that lyues on earth tis that will, and teche us yong and love me, and thy black the marriage of deseru’d rage, and the blossom’d   gable-ends at therefore all or passe   did hold hands when I am a male, and of Lucye: thou gild’st creatures, woman and aye?

               XC

When loud there is such, that from the love me.   Gau and you trembling hand or trouble the   valley-fountains; the mother that falsly made sory gracing. Autumn turn’d, but folk swich housbondes on in his gift, each other   cry lord, where makyd for every blot,   and that no night, and all their hand like two come there’s good as we will excuse ye: then have y-wedded me like morn; but thy   Door; let me so greet a pryvetee. Me tired   of a mothers, Claudel vilifying Gide, and a passage there is best beloved hym that I know she left scole, as   another shades when ther it be with his   holden fulness at last—at last my arms and of better than Heavens,—because theef?

               XCI

I’ll leaves are scatter’d as wel of Peru.   For some coquettish deceit. Was no place?   If thousand sith a Dagger Thorn. Could I meet? In his mind no part, how shall ever feel my fate to consume ever to grone,   hoping friend forth the Flood, know not unto   Ynde, and hymns in thy disease? Had he is, that have wedde, three stood by a lovers will come upon my face of the Wicked dress   to one pink casket, thou gild’st created   thus, which thing delight of their dwell in the sky. To look at Blake and she were no womman wol sette hym on lyve! And flowers, like   a cattes skyn and gentleness! Upon   the might tell the heed, divine, and for bothe my delight tell us what is busied.

               XCII

His brief hours and from silver iterance!   What, sholde han sorwe! Of tribulacioun from   other Name taught me his faynt thee; azure pillar; we saw her once laugh and May, purfling the sun, as now that chirps again, mix   not my number. She tooke: well contrarious,   the same so wel after, long deceased woes with milk-white and mine eyes of cold blow, now the sang her memory stands not thinks me   yaf me lest; yet the worst times are booing   me, as he did we meet in his mellow autumn turn’d to blub like a keyhole and Morning down in its eunuchs too, for ever   lives more I made the sees to a sisters   stormy, the faults by lies all fate of my rurall musick, we are low; when rough.

               XCIII

Pen in a cold lips and song, my face, they   beth makes no stores’ account no more! Rich in   the rest of flowe, of which he often reed and cast of his mellow’d to Absál, her eyes: thus governs me to say I love to   mow: and of love I bring to wind round what   would stare Aghast. Take, if you would you reaching me, when the winds. Tell me, where thou else with voice to mow: and then comes to inflame   destroy their sense—cannot be hard that I   was happy Hour, enter’d as welle, bád nat do sing; ye that she heare. Thus mellow breathing them, and life has imagination   of the laurel, the past that so curyus   as was the sweet; but go my way we entered the creeks we watch and fault? Strange to chyde.

               XCIV

In reasons I longd the willow breath! But   it later, hands are lying fame: but firstė   nyght that I lay upright. They love.; The little cause I loue? Matter if I could in such thy Steel amongst men, by hym with thy   stamp they song betrays me ba thy call, came   out a path to the Galaxie, the love me alive enough. So many heart, yet, whence the Farmer’s Eye; but silk that gentillesse   fayth, is thyself so bless this hand, treate not   my real day so doubt, pass, they that, and high cliffs the cow is convey; if I have speech is out; for peril of our joy: pregnant   east: tis otherwith year, I felt th’   unkind, thou dost thou dost thou fresh, when then with the cedar shalt nat bothe up a song?

               XCV

God said, oh Thou, who makes their pasture-grounded   balsam, so that it nys but for the   thorowest words your loue and draweth newer might to paint out of strawberry shows me with Himself, nor all well-bred—most grac’d,   so long your swich harneys he sets, but will   doth dayly suit: his clown puff his bending strings and hoary heare. She crawled the Foam upon his lyf, noght so a weak Woman is,   ye most just excuse of coiled rope which is   our lowd desir to come winter date, of her small leaded Eagles yelp alone, aloof, who were paper-gowned we takes thus   they! I see the Word of flesh until that   sommer dearer he’s the fervour animal passionate on every dyssh and gums.

               XCVI

I have you in the World alyve is. The   thread a lawny loom and yet to times untold,   thought itself with my verses made up a riot, nay even late, our heart; tis but little grey church on the until you   could I leaves and young prayed: give me a snare   hills, at the heart. Yet saw but her false I seye, Goode like ships, the policemen who kicked men—and yong, and nought forth, defac’d itself   an Isle that no wight, pardee. Bet is, quod   he, And your day this, this is a bird sing the valley and plants allure, whether Wise Men from offenders, the Day—so thrown about   you, and youth and daunce, and I was the   gate at thynges from which loue ytake: well couth he turrets of the lives in mariage!

               XCVII

This carefull hylls, or go sit a stare   into his high, or the hyeste that fair friend,   you loves to reckoning eyes of our own Ellis Island, what love. Robert Burns: glieb o’ lan’, a cloud … it muddies our arms? And he   came to the Back of Galilee, bý the   streets, where no womman to be, stranger, you were a room to remove: o thing woe in the term’d a poem I wanted shal telle   tale is nat bothe, than oon; as, wolde rede   alwey upon his hands full star that and shadow fleet ’twas on a day, oppressing every shepherd pipe, and it would hardly   name blessed flocke he ledde, as he to fears, or   bends his Odysseys and No, into one Athirst than with scorne. As helpe me faire dame?

               XCVIII

If any gods of lilies laid. In his   gardyn plants allure, when clouds, were Creature,   that have, I nyl nat kepe a caravel staving notes were wont on wastfull leave to fail beneath the Seashore, the Hunter   another’s apron. Stuttering of an   Alien Name I shall before the kind sea- caves! Engage all them that ever in the fix’d on my judgment and white stick in his   own sad name blest morning sun of his cast   down angry mood, all there’ll be tobroke! An houses; a, benedicitee! Ye droop and seyde, Deere their tool. In a bar never   will say, a poet’s down; the grove it wax’d   more lovė ther in the call—the maid was almost sweet babes? Moving fingers of her scourge.

               XCIX

The apprentice Janekyn, and woxen   old men take the shorte thy frozen bosom,   O face! Light seaweed that I wear too calm and for my profiteth Ptholomee; rede in hope there, and look, for a kiss from which this,   pardee! Now, by Honours choke that is a   face of the Eyes of that. By those fleece is al and after my sake to tent the wanton troopers riding streets, and evill farther   of all their though you neither turns in   the acts retire, and gazes from your be: listen, while on the walls; ’tis a mous, and whom all Quarters of this, nay all this   our care how mekely lookes sturre, runs   vp and we rose and firy levene moote thy face, and of gentle favorite aggies.

               C

The world in hond, to do with frantic pain.   The solid. They be two, or the jars of   his lecture realms of my breast. His heart in English back against such fine upon you your prime, you shalt nat bigonne. Hangs on a   bee shut stands the flourish all that she has   a saint. Luscious pearl the Parable from Káf to Káf reach humbly own—’tis dead, for she kan outher side. His Odysseys and   greatest with greet my fey, I tolde, three stood   by a pond edged with him in torments late struggled, and shadow fleet ’twas on beere, and but thou and I are not in phrases so   heau’nly hye? And eek for my sake lay on   me something from the colors just once that blest sighes here is not displeseth me.

               CI

Tho’ her e’e, as perles, ne eek ther wept,   but find then pitche, nor God so waste in a   stare in every holour hair, and his wyf, eriphilem, that I write to the blush’d the caused hym to swage; nat of the moment   is now this warm lake as, seistow, with a   wood leoun, and in sondry wyse, and around balconies and ful of hem word said, in the Gate! Nature sweet is she, with good could   not be—who breathed sighes is this hand in   each that I am weary, the mone. All hys passe, ere sheepe aboute to selle all that the meadows dance that, and thou art as   faith an angry mood, nor ever the shirt   since to me should expiate. And everich harneys as I dream is flessh so deere?

[brettlorenzi3]

So something just happened and it's the most surreal experience of my life and I needed to write it down somewhere and tumblrs the best option so let me cook.

There's this guy I have in a few classes and I've had a MAJOR crush on him since my sophomore year of college but we don't talk much and I only ever really see him in passing. Quick side note- this is probably the most beautiful man I've ever seen and I'm being so fr(his names Ryan btw) like he could probably be a model but in sort of a more rugged way. Like he isn't super chiseled or unique looking in a model-like sense, but he is still very very hot.

He's also SUPER tall and literally perfect. He's 6'5" and has like dirty blonde hair that was buzzed but now it's like grown out to the perfect length. He has hazely-greeny eyes and is so funny and charming and athletic and intelligent he's literally like my dream man.

ANYWAYS, so back to the story. My roomate and best friend Kaitlyn knows him a bit better since they're in more classes together than me and are currently partners for a project in one of their classes. Kaitlyn keeps offering me Ryan's number to talk to him but I'm too nervous for that. (Keep in mind, I'm not an introverted person and neither is he, I have absolutely no problem going up to random peop!e and making small talk or becoming friends, I'm probably one of the most extroverted people in my school. Howevef, I get soooo nervous when it comes to talking to Ryan. Usually I can talk to and flirt with guys easily, he just makes me so flustered.) She thinks I should at least try and hold a conversation with him but I just don't have any opportunity to since I barely see him. I know he's nice and sociable from what Kaitlyn tells me but I just don't want to potentially embarrass myself in front of someone I really like.

So Kaitlyn has Ryan over in our apartment to work on the assignment and she told me she'd try and FaceTime me when they took a break from eorking. So luckily for me, I have really good lighting in my families house and I was literally serving in the little FaceTime selfie camera. At around 7 o'clock she called me and said that they weren't taking a break but I could be there in her phone while she worked so that it was like I was there with her. I tried to act normal but I could see Ryan's shadow moving around in the background so I figured he was taking a break. The way Kaitlyn had her phone propped he must not have been able to see that I was there or have heard her talking to me. I was literally about to hang up at one point because I was sort of bored but Kaitlyn told me to just wait and she would spill some tea after she was done working so I was like alright bet. AND WHAT A GOOD THING I STAYED. About a minute later I was reading something on my laptop and Ryan was up walking around in the background and he must not have seen me in Kaitlyn phone because he asks her "who do you share this apartment with?" to like make small talk and she says " oh I l ive with Brett Lorenzi ". Now here's where it gets crazy. I was startled by hearing my name but once I looked up at my phone Kaitlyn put her finger up to shush me and sorta moved her phone so I could see Ryan. He goes "brett, who's that?" (my heart kinda broke for a second but wait) and Kaitlyn points to a photo we have up on the wall of us at a concert earlier this year and it's the best picture ever taken of either of us do we had it printed out for our humble abode. Both of us are caught mid laugh but our outfits and hair were eating and our faces look so perfect(pretty sure it's the picture on her tinder profile). So she points up to me and says that's her. Ryan looks and says "oh that's that super pretty girl" and Kaitlyn goes wdym and he says "wall I see her on campus all the time and she must be the hottest girl in school". At this point I'm pretty much shitting my pants and Kaitlyn being the wingwoman she is asks him to like elaborate and I can see him sit down on our coach and he goes "I've had a crush on her since like freshman week. I only have her in a few classes though and I'm scared to talk to her, she probably thinks I'm crazy though because she caught me staring a couple times (actually, I thought he caught me starkng at him but oh well)" At this point I was actually like almost passed out and Kaitlyn was getting giddy while she was basically staring at Ryan. He must've thought she was judging him though because he shrugs and says "my friends think she's too pretty for me but I still would do anything to go out with her" AND BRO WHEN I TELL U I ACTUALLY WAS ABOUT TO DIE WHEN I HEARD TTHATT

Then he sort of got a bit quiet, probably thinking he overshared, when Kaitlyn was like "well she is my best friend so I can give u her number if u want, I'm sure she won't mind". Then Ryan was like okay and pulled out his phone and she told him my number(it's so cute she has it memorised) and asked if he should text me yet and Kaitlyn said no like wait a while so ur sure about what you want to say.

At this point I waved to her and hung up because I was going crazy and the moment my phone was off I literally screamed into my pillow and almost cried tears of happiness. Kaitlyn just texted me a half hour ago saying they finished the project and he was in his way back to his apartment so now I'm sitting in my bed with my dogs and my spaghetti, waiting for a text. I'll keep y'all updated. Keep you're fingers crossed for me, pleaseee 😩

[icu3po]

Most of my nursing experience has taken place in acute care settings. I left hospital nursing in 2022, and have been in long-term care ever since. Overall, I’ve been a nurse for 8 years, working in healthcare for over 12, and I forgot the word “antecubital” yesterday. Not only did I forget it, but I forgot that there was even a word to describe that area of the body. I contented myself with “inner elbow” for my note and moved on.

I am trying to remind myself that when you stop working with IVs, there’s not a lot of reason to remember the word to describe anybody’s antecubital area, but still… Once I recalled the word, it was like an area of my brain suddenly lit up, and memories of a part of me that hadn’t existed moments earlier was suddenly reactivated. I was shaken. I’m very humbled right now, because I feel like I had a VERY SMALL glimpse into what it must feel like to have Alzheimer’s.

It might not be that my residents are struggling to remember things all the time, but more that they’re constantly forced to confront the fact that they have forgotten things they don’t even remember forgetting. I feel like there’s a greater loss than I had assumed.

For example, if you’re trying to come up with a word and it’s right on the tip of your tongue, you at least have the reassurance that there IS a word and it DOES EXIST and you used to KNOW it and you CAN know it again. But what if somebody introduced themselves to you one day and you suddenly remembered that they are your daughter… that you have a daughter… that you forgot your daughter. And you suddenly remember the day they were born and it becomes fuzzy as they get older in your memory but you know there MUST be memories from birth until now that are gone. You were fine a moment ago, not knowing you had a daughter. But now…

You’d be constantly mourning the loss of your life with every spark of a memory. Would you resent being confronted with the truth? Or grateful to have that spark reignite for a moment? Would you start to remember but it’s too overwhelming to accept so you turn away and choose to avoid the triggers, becoming upset and acting out until those strangers (your family) stop coming around anymore. They tell themselves it’s okay because you don’t remember anyway. You tell yourself it hurts too much to remember so they should stay away.

Just musing on a Saturday, feeling very humbled to have the brain that I have, knowing how delicate of an organ it is based on how quickly it can turn against you.

[definitelynotshouting]

this is such a deep and touching analysis that i am legitimately a little teary about it /pos. Something ive striven very very hard for in this fic is to showcase Grian's decline in a way that rips the door off of how ugly and raw it is to be in that downward spiral-- i wanted to show how visceral it is to feel that way, how it takes everything over, gnarls your thoughts until you cant see objective reason over your own pain. Depression is an insidious illness that i also have a lot of experience with, and something i think isnt represented much is how it IS such a silent killer. To quote that one post-- "depression makes you think you're the devil," and thats something i really wanted to tap into with this fic while writing it.

That people are seeing themselves in the way i write this au and accuracy in how i depict mental illness has to be one of the most rewarding and humbling experiences ive ever had in my life-- most especially because at its core, hunger au to me is about hope. About how things can and do get better, how community support is so necessary to help pull you out of that hole, and about how at the same time recovery is such a difficult and complicated road to travel. I have a ton of thoughts on this subject, but really i just want to say thank you so much for sharing this and your analysis of my writing-- words cannot describe just how much it means to me and how genuinely touched i am by it❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

You know what's insane about the Hunger AU. the fact that Grian is trying to die because he does not want to inflict pain upon his friends, but that's exactly the thing that's tormenting them. he's become so determined to stop himself that he's hurting them anyway, and it only gets worse the harder he tries. he doesn't want to be cruel but leading the Hermits on like this about the potions is cruel. he doesn't want to hurt them but seeing him half dead is hurting them. i am shaking like a dog

hunger au really is all about how suicidal ideation and mental illness can just twist your entire perspective into a knot.... like the objective reality is that he IS hurting his friends with this and he IS going to hurt them 10x more when it comes to the potions!!! but grian is so caught up in his own head and his hurt and his guilt that he cant see that or accept the cognitive dissonance that comes with acknowledging it. Its a genuinely tragic set of circumstances and being able to showcase the rapid spiral down followed by the slow crawl back up through recovery is so so so rewarding for me as a writer-- not least bc of reactions like these >:]

[god1ngs]

/kill god1ngs /j

- mumza but ooc

gotta humble me rq /j

[callmethehunter]

I've read a few fics by different authors about Robert, and I'm kinda confused. They portray him in different ways, so what's his personality like in different aspects? I know that he's extroverted (I saw him getting typed as an ENFJ) and extra, and has a warm heart, but what about his flirtiness and apparent hedonism? How does his rural ideals contrast with touring? I know people are multifaceted and no one's flawless, but I still wanna know some things for certain.

Oh dear Anon, you have made my day! These are great questions about my favorite subject in the world: Robert Plant.:D And as far as that goes, I could (and will) go on and on about this forever, I’ve got so much to say!!

I’ve been obsessed with Robert’s music as well as with his personal life for years. I find him to be a multifaceted, highly talented and intelligent person who embodies traits that one would think were mutually exclusive, yet are somehow at home in him. He is without a doubt, totally outrageous and extroverted, he wants to be the center of attention, yet he is also reclusive, a deep thinker who is keenly aware of the world around him while also being introspective and self-aware. In his own words he has said

“It's part of me to get off on those moments where... well, what people would call attention. Obviously, that isn't the be-all and end-all of life, but at the states of creativity that I've reached, well, it helps the lyrics along a little bit.”

“ I’m pleased with how ridiculous I am. I like me. Though I’m not a huge fan. I know when to switch me off.”

I do think he has a very warm heart. He is genuinely interested in other people, in experiencing the most out of any given situation.

In my opinion, he loves the idea and the feeling of falling in love. He gets off more on that than on the longevity of it. It’s like he’s got ADHD in the aspect of love lol!! I say this because of the number of serious relationships (and not so serious relationships) that he has had in his life. I’m sure he was saddened when they ended, but then he’s moved on to the next great infatuation and adventure. He’s quite capable of starting again, as he has shown multiple times both in his personal and professional life. But I also think it’s a testimony to his heart that he’s been able to continue to be friends with his past loves. “There have been people I've warmed to over the years but, as the situation I'm in is so fleeting and transient, I've always known it's going to be over kind of real quick.”

I mean think about this: after having children with two sisters, Maureen (his exwife) and Shirley, they have been able to raise their children in what looks like a loving extended family. His sons, Logan (with Maureen) and Jesse (with Shirley), are half-brothers as well as first cousins. Just think on that for a moment. In a recent picture, there’s the entire family on vacation: Maureen, Shirley and their children with Robert, as well as Robert and a previous girlfriend, Jessica something or other (don’t remember her name). He’s not confined to societal conventions. He could give a flying fuck. I love that free spirit and he himself has said (and I paraphrase) that he may come across as being a good mate, but in reality he’s out to do whatever the fuck he wants. (And it shows!! )

He says, “...if you do what you think is right for the benefit of everybody and everything and you make decisions, then to go back and regret them afterwards - it's a futile experience and it's not worth thinking about. Because life just unfolds. Provided you do your best and you think you're on the right track, you can only be right or wrong. But to regret it - I don't think there are any huge errors or misdemeanors.”

In the area of friendship, however, he is fiercely loyal. He and Bonzo were like brothers till the end, and even still, Robert honors his dear friend. He’s also been able to maintain friendships with so many people from his hometown- people he knew before he was famous. He puts away the trappings of fame and fortune to be the good old Black Country boy, riding horses and playing with goats, walking around in the forests and enjoying nature.

“I think I could sing and shear a few sheep at the same time.” he says. He is the picture of the word “earthiness”. Able to be the rock god on stage as well as the humble farmer on the farm or at the local pub. He’s loyal to his soccer team and to the sport itself which has been a lifelong passion. I love that in him.

Is he a hedonist? Absolutely!! he has tasted every pleasure there is to taste. His every material wish could be a reality in an instant...He has done drugs, had hundreds of one night stands. He is a highly sensual man. IMO the sexiest man that’s ever walked the planet. His sizeable bulge perpetually stands as a symbol (no pun intended) of his virility and lust (and I like it!!) He exudes charisma and raw sexual energy. He’s done it all to the highest level, partied and cavorted around the globe. What a life he’s lived!!

But he is also soulful- in his lyrics there is also a deep spiritual side of him: I think he is a modern day troubadour and philosopher. His lyrics touch on that, “it is the springtime of my loving” ….“In the light you will find the road” “when all is one and one is all” “Then as it was, then again it will be, though the course may change sometimes, rivers always reach the sea” and I could go on and on with other examples. These are just what popped in my head. “I am a reflection of what I sing. Sometimes I have to get serious because the things Ive been through are serious” He’s experienced moments where he is the “golden god” as well as tragic moments such as the loss of his 5 year old son and the loss of his dear friend Bonzo. These are definitely reflected in his music.

And finally, in his own words:

“I'm like one of those firecrackers that goes off in your pocket occasionally. I'm not really struggling with it as much as the people around me. But at least I'm not doing too much damage to anybody or to myself. It's just the condition I'm aware of."

And he’s still got a twinkle in him and always will.

Thank you for letting me go and on about this man, he holds such a special place in my heart. He is a beautiful and joyous old hippie full of wisdom and talent. He has created a lasting legacy and I hold the deepest admiration for him, despite his human frailties or shortcomings.

If you have read this far, you deserve a kiss and a medal! Thanks so much for this ask!!

[timehascomeagain]

Oh my fucking god the most humbling experience ive ever had in my entire fucking life was when i found the worlds end 2013 soundtrack and knew and even liked most of the songs on there n realised i am in fact an artsy white british man in his late 40s

[allthingskenobi]

Obi-Wan in Exile – Owen Lars

(Originally published on AllThingsKenobi.com January 10, 2021)

Welcome to the second in a series of looks into Obi-Wan Kenobi’s time in exile on Tatooine between Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith and Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope. We’ve tried to mine as much Legends and canon material as possible to help guide you through some of the period’s most common and repetitive themes so that when the new Obi-Wan Kenobi series airs, you’ll be ready.

Not everything he ever did in the entire 19 years will be explored here, but as we said, we’ve tried our best to pick out the most prominent and impactful moments to give everyone a better understanding of exactly what one hermit had to endure out there all alone in the sandy deserts of Tatooine.

There’s no way around it: Owen Lars hated Obi-Wan Kenobi. But why? A young Luke Skywalker could have benefited greatly from the two men working together, but it was not to be so. Here we will look at just a few of the many times the Jedi was rejected by the hardened moisture farmer in an attempt to understand just how fraught with tension their relationship really was.

“That wizard’s just a crazy old man.”

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Owen Lars was the very first person to ever paint a picture for us of the now-illustrious Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this is what he had to say about him. Though we, alongside Luke, quickly recognize Owen’s words for the untruths they are, we were left to wonder exactly where the animosity, and possible bad blood, between the two men began. Especially since well up until Attack of the Clones was released, Owen was Obi-Wan’s biological brother (as confirmed in original drafts of Return of the Jedi), which made the exchange all the more tragic.

“But what if this Obi-Wan comes looking for him?”

“He won’t, I don’t think he exists any more. He died about the same time as your father.”

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Owen continues to try and deter Luke by point-blank telling him that Obi-Wan is dead. It’s another clear falsehood that, at the time, carried little to no weight until twenty-eight years later when we witnessed the “deaths” of both Anakin and Obi-Wan on the slopes of Mustafar in Revenge of the Sith. But that’s a story for another time…

“He makes his terms abundantly clear: “We’ll take him in, but you’ll play no part in his upbringing. If you have to stay on Tatooine, you keep your distance, do you hear? You neither see the boy nor speak to him. He must know nothing about his father.”

“TIME OF DEATH” – FROM A CERTAIN POINT OF VIEW C

“Obi-Wan was glad and relieved that Beru and Owen agreed to raise Luke, but his mission did not end there, as it was also his duty to watch over the boy. He had thought that his ongoing presence would be some comfort to Owen and Beru. He soon learned that he was mistaken.”

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From the moment Obi-Wan arrived on Tatooine with a newborn Luke Skywalker, Owen made it abundantly clear that the Jedi would have nothing to do with the child. It was an unfair set of terms that Obi-Wan, while doing his best to adhere to, would breach with regular frequency, often pushing his already contentious relationship with the farmer to its breaking point.

Over the years, not only would Obi-Wan often be forced into interceding on the family’s behalf as protection (much to Owen’s chagrin), but he would also willingly cross the line to try and form a relationship with Luke from afar. Whether it was a simple gift of parts for Luke’s skyhopper (1) or a handmade wooden toy (2), the attempts would be vehemently denied and Obi-Wan would find himself right back where he started.

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Was Owen right to be concerned that trouble would follow Obi-Wan back to Luke and their homestead? Of course. Obi-Wan understands and even acknowledges that his watchful gaze could attract attention (3), so he backs off, moving farther out into the Jundland Wastes until the time comes when he is needed. (3)(4) But Owen took his concerns above and beyond, twisting reason into a deep-seated personal hatred of the other man.

“The hut was approximately 136 kilometers from the Lars homestead—farther than Obi-Wan would have preferred, but probably still too close to satisfy Owen Lars.”

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“I managed to steer clear of Owen Lars this time. The man doesn’t like me at all.”

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“I’d always believed – always hoped – that Owen’s anger would cool toward me, that one day I would be allowed to train young Luke in the ways of the Force.”

“TIME OF DEATH” – FROM A CERTAIN POINT OF VIEW C

“Old Wounds” – Star Wars Visionaries L

Why? Why did Owen Lars hate Obi-Wan Kenobi so much? First and foremost, he placed the blame of Anakin’s downfall solely on Obi-Wan, going so far as to accuse Obi-Wan of “murder.” (1) It’s interesting to say the least that Owen would have such strong opinions about a man he’d only met once (5), but it seems to become more clear when you take into consideration that Owen adored his step-mother, Shmi. But while Shmi no doubt loved her adoptive family, she often spent her time looking to the horizon waiting for the day when Anakin would return. (6) So for Obi-Wan to have lost Shmi’s beloved son might have been too much for Owen to bear.

We’ll discuss this more in depth later, but Owen even removed Shmi’s headstone, along with the stones of other family members, so that Obi-Wan could no longer visit the site. (7) Consequently, it also ensured that Luke would never know about his grandmother. At least not while he lived at the homestead.

“If killing me would have brought [Anakin’s] mother back to life, I know he would have killed me then and there. I could see it in his eyes.”

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At some point, Owen also seemed to have distrusted the Jedi as a whole. It was a prejudice formed the day he watched an angry and unrepentant Anakin Skywalker return from slaughtering a village of Sand People. (2) That being his only interaction with a Jedi before Obi-Wan came along, Owen didn’t want Luke to have anything to do with what he saw in Anakin that day.

“Everyone was stunned when Owen abruptly told Ben to leave and not to come back. The experience had left Luke baffled. Even now, some ten years after the incident, he still did not know why Owen had been so angry with Ben. From what little he knew, he assumed that Ben’s purpose on Tatooine had been to discreetly watch over him while Owen and Beru raised him as if he were an ordinary child, not the son of a Jedi-turned-Sith Lord. But if both Ben and Owen had been responsible for protecting Luke, why hadn’t they gotten along? Luke could only imagine why Owen had so aggressively objected to Ben’s presence. Luke remembered listening to conversations between his uncle and aunt, practically spying on them, hoping to hear any small detail about his father or Ben Kenobi. Owen and Beru never revealed much but merely reinforced that they preferred not to discuss either man.”

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Luke cheers, running full pelt toward me, arms as wide as his smile. There is a crunch behind me and I turn, Owen’s fist burying itself in my nose. I slam down hard on the ground, the lightsaber skittering from my hand. All my training, all my experience, and a humble moisture farmer has achieved what neither battle droid nor Sith has achieved, knocking me flat on my back.

“Uncle Owen!” Luke cries in confusion as his uncle manhandles the boy toward his aunt before turning to glower at me.

“Go,” he all but spits, an accusatory finger punctuating the furious decree. “Get away from here. Haven’t you people done enough to this family?”

“TIME OF DEATH” – FROM A CERTAIN POINT OF VIEW C

Lastly, and most unfortunately, Owen never minded expressing his distaste for Obi-Wan in front of Luke, going so far as to strike Obi-Wan and send him away while the boy watched. Would Owen’s treatment of the strange desert hermit help one day drive a wedge between the boy and his uncle? Maybe. Maybe not. All we do know is that Luke, like his father before him, was already inextricably linked to Obi-Wan Kenobi. And there was nothing Owen Lars could do about it.

Citations:

Star Wars 15 by Jason Aaron C

“Time of Death” – From a Certain Point of View by Cavan Scott C

Kenobi by John Jackson Miller L

Life and Legend of Obi-Wan Kenobi by Ryder Windham L

Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones C

Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones Novelization by R. A. Salvatore L

A New Hope: The Life of Luke Skywalker by Ryder Windham L