#this has been a chimney han appreciation post

[louisferrignojr]

tbh chimney has some of the best friendships on 911.

chimney and eli? his mentor, the reason he became a paramedic, the person he leaned on in boston?

chimney and tommy? his coworker who tells him point blank he wouldnt like him if he ever spared him a thought? and then chimney fucking risks his life to save him? and then they become besties who nerd out about movies together? i need chimtommy bestieism in s8 is2g.

chimney and hen? THE friendship of the whole show btw. dont challenge me i will fight u.

chimney and kevin aka his brother? rip kevin lee i wish we saw more of him 😔 chimney and albert aka his bio brother who is practically a stranger he meets when albert is already 20 but chimney welcomes him into his home anyway?

chimney and buck? chimney and bobby? chimney and karen? he even stepped between sal and bobby to stop the dumbass from doing something (even) dumb(er).

chimney han is simply a sweetie pie. irresistible to all around him. everyone loves him. everyone goes above and beyond for him. and they're not wrong for that because he deserves the whole world 🥰

[laylawatermelon]

I have thoughts about this ep...

(It's not good... But not bad)

911's writing of this storyline seems to be teetering in the wrong direction and it may cause a disconnect with some viewers.

Hi! I literally took a nap and woke up with an essay 🙃.

But let's get to the good stuff.

This season has been phenomenal. The acting and writing has all been consistent with the original past 4 seasons. (Season 5 and 6 were good just had a different tone)

This has been due to the show runner returning.

Now that we've gotten all the facts out of the way here's my opinion.

I'll be honest, the twin/lookalike story that came up is causing me to pull away and not in a good way.

If I objectively look at it as a fan this cones out of left field and may intrigue a set of fans. Those fans are likely in the higher age range. (Nothing wrong with it but just an observation)

(i keep up with updates online so it didn't bother me that much)

But for me as I was watching it and the scene came up and then The Grey's Anatomy came up I don't know why but a flash pinged in my brain of this feels like a Telenovela/Soap Opera.

And it is in fact a storyline commonly used or mentioned of the long lost twin or the doppelganger who's back to destroy, seduce, etc. to shake up the main characters life.

I will say that what 9-1-1 has been doing is a good job between toeing the line between supernatural and realistic.

This is leaning a bit to close to the former and can lose some people.

(i will say that this storyline isn't hitting like it usually does the others, even if I wasn't an buddie fan. Hell as an Eddie fan I'm still confused)

The tone of the show this season has been lighter so of course the storylines do reflect that.

My only gripe is what makes 9-1-1 compelling in the first place is the odd fact that the characters don't die and they're realistic (enough) in their cases and drama.

They're gripping enough that they can use these cliches to grip the audience backed by stellar performances and direction.

I just don't like the soap opera-y feeling I got from the trope. (Personal preference what can I say)

Now the next episode will probably expand on this storyline and will cause the conclusion to be touching and heartfelt.

I'm just a bit sour about the lead up to it because it's like oh this woman who looks exactly like my deceased/missing partner appears in the same vicinity as me (despite living in a very big very populated state) so I must get to know her better. I end up throwing away my morals and then something bizarre happens and then something else happens and I find out she's insert - (illusion/twin/stalker/literally anything out of pocket you can think of).

The audience swoons because of course she is (bad/evil/plotting etc).

It's not gripping me.

Emotionally however I'm intrigued how this will eventually effect Christopher as it he sees her he's screwed for life.

In addition to his dad talking to her in the first place, therefore unintentionally enforcing his women all leave/slight lack of respect for their feelings as they're replaceable (she would literally replace his mom in name and face) or disposable (Marisol as the woman left behind).

Yes Eddie's happy but he's also being more reckless than he usually is.

He's always been aiming to find what they had but his actions have implications.

(imma put on my buddie hat for a second this is all/j)

Like how he leaves his son with his dad and goes on a date with another person constantly. 😤 Rude

(no lie they are good coparents though even if they are platonic. They work better than some romantic straight families on tv)

Back to analysis mode though, this action has dangerous implications on both how relationship with Christopher and how he can harm him and eventually how their relationship can decline because of this.

It's not just the disloyalty to both his current partner and son but the example he'll be setting.

Chris probably may end up listening to Buck more as a result because he wouldn't/hasn't hurt him in the way his father currently does with this situation. For relationship advice and such.

Yes it's good drama (in an emotional/analytical sense) I'm just sulky about the telenovela feel of it don't mind me.

I'm positive their performances will make it lean more towards the procedural drama movie feel the show is known for.

Hell this had to happen some day right? The soap operafication of 9-1-1.

Hope is a beautiful ride at least. 🤷🏾‍♀️

(ps this episode was great all things aside)

[canonicallyobserving911]

9-1-1 Episode 8x4 Review

It's been a few days since I watched the episode but I took some time to gather my thoughts about it because I wanted to provide a fair and balanced assessment. I rewatched it more than once but truthfully, it's been a long time since I've done that with any 9-1-1 episodes because I haven't been impressed for a while, especially after seasons 5, 6 and 7. The last episode that I rewatched more than once was 6x13 "Mixed Feelings" and that was because Buddie and the Buckley-Diaz Family were heavily focused.

However, since that time, episodes have been lackluster at best, the pacing, timing and continuity were off and they didn't feel like the old 9-1-1 of seasons 2, 3 and the first half of 4. Whole seasons could have been yeeted to the sun and I wouldn't miss them one bit but most of episode 8x4 was surprisingly good and I appreciate them for trying to find their footing and returning to their roots. There were a sufficient amount of emergency calls and the personal storylines were nicely intertwined. Since I didn't see KR's name in the opening credits like it was in episodes 8x1 - 8x3, it appears she's gone and she took her horrible pacing, bad timing, retconned characters, the redeeming of underserving $hitty parents (Margaret and Phillip Buckley, Helena Diaz and Sang Han) and her ability to let important character development happen off-screen with her (looking at several missing scenes from seasons 5 and 6). Hooray!

Before I get into this, I have to mention my favorite parts of the entire episode were... everything that included EDDIE DIAZ!

Eddie's my favorite character and after 7 seasons, he's FINALLY being given the individual screentime he deserves. His storyline covered everything that makes Eddie spectacular including his time in the Army, his combat medic skills, the fact that he's smart, talented and sexy as hell. Furthermore and most importantly, he's a great dad! He loves Chris and he'll sacrifice anything for him including his own happiness. Also, he encouraged people the way he always has. I'm so happy and excited that his storyline IS NOT attached to his deceased wife or her doppelgänger! After the way season 7 ended, hopefully, it's been dealt with and his character won't be regressed to relive it yet again.

RG is an excellent actor and he's finally getting the attention he deserves!

Now back to the regularly scheduled program!

Even though I enjoyed most of the episode, it wasn't all sunbeams and moon pies. Therefore, I'll start with the things I didn't like first and continue with the things I did.

Dislikes

The Gerrard redemption was ridiculous 🙄 and IMO, it shouldn't have ended that way. His character was completely changed from the racist and bigoted captain that Chimney and Hen endured during their begins episodes and was made into a hard nose captain who got an undeserved redemption arc. Do people change? Yes, they do and can but it's difficult to connect how they got there when it isn't shown or addressed in CANON. Viewers shouldn't have to do mental gymnastics to figure out what happened to them and it appears whatever happened to Vincent Gerrard is a direct result of lazy writing. They could have easily brought in a different captain if they weren't going to address his past and especially if they weren't going to let Hen and Chimney remind him of it so he could explain that he was different but I digress. (I have an idea that involves why the character received an attitude transplant and his demeanor was changed but I'll include it in a different post.)

Overall, the way the Mara storyline was handled wasn't the best and I don't like how Madney's storyline was connected to Henren's. I get it, they became foster parents at the end of season 7 to help but something about the way Maddie and Chimney never had an on-screen conversation with Hen and Karen before they did it doesn't make any sense. This has partly to do with the fact that in 6x5, Maddie and Chimney hired Magda as Jee's nanny but after Maddie let her go, Chimney said they were back to the friends and family plan for babysitting. Well, the Lees were already helping them with that so whenever Maddie and Chimney were at work at the same time (like they were throughout the first 4 episodes), who was assisting them with Mara's care. I know this is a TV show but there should be some logic and reality based in it. Finally, I didn't like how there was supposed to be tension between Madney and Henren but it appears that storyline was ixnayed or it was changed and I'm glad.

Madney not having a storyline of their own since their wedding in 7x6 is not cool and I really don't appreciate it (also, it focused entirely too much on Doug instead of the bride and the groom). Let's be real, at this point, if all they're going to do is write them in a way that just allows them to support the other main characters then... WTF are the writers doing because they should have their own storylines just like everyone else. It seems like they don't know how to write them now that they're married and that's just ridiculous because there are lots of storylines they could have.

Metro Dispatch is heavily focusing on Maddie and I've posted about it before but things there are completely unbalanced when they didn't used to be. Now they have Maddie as the center of attention with Josh standing behind her or across from her but where is everyone else in dispatch? I'm not talking about the background characters; I'm talking about Linda Bates and Sue Blevins. IIRC, neither of them have been included in any episodes thus far in season 8. Dispatch was a lot more balanced with them included so it would be nice if Maddie's allowed to interact with someone other than Josh.

Bathena's at home arc was interesting and it's unclear what exactly the writers are trying to show with it. For starters, they've had communication issues since they began dating back in season 2 but after 7 seasons, they should be past this stage by now. Their whole cruise ship arc demonstrated how they needed to learn how to talk again but for some reason, Athena didn't consider Bobby's feelings about the old house and Michael before she contacted him. Even when they were viewing the new home, it appeared they weren't properly communicating. It just doesn't make any sense and even though it's a TV show and it's all about the drama, there should be some realism. Additionally, the way they're being portrayed makes it seem like the only time they talk is when they're about to lose each other forever, i.e. Bobby getting shot in season 4, Athena needing Bobby's help after Jeffrey kidnapped Harry in season 5, Athena catching Junior in Florida in season 6, the cruise ship in season 7 and the airplane landing in season 8.

Henren needs a break from their children being traumatized. They just got Mara back and now Denny's going to be hit by a car on Halloween and I have no words. Can the show please give them some good storylines for once? Even though Karen's not a main (she should be after 8 seasons), she's a rocket scientist and they should find a way to incorporate her job into the show the same way they did Michael's. He's an architect but that didn't stop them from having Bobby call him in 2x15 to get the blueprints for the bank.

Likes

Ortiz is finally gone and that's all I'll say about the character and hopefully, she'll never return.

T.K. 2.0 wasn't in the episode. 🥳🍾🥂 Hopefully, Buck will dump him in 8x5 and it'll be his last.

The emergencies were good. I really liked the one with the tiger even though it was horrible CGI. TM posted the tiger is real but clearly, everyone watching could tell the tiger wasn't in the actual apartment with Patty, Buck and Hen.

Brad Torrence's comment about everyone else on "Hotshots" thinking it's an ensemble cast was funny.

The overall message about them being a found family again HAS BEEN LACKING FOR A LONG TIME but 8x4 appears to have brought it back.

The ending montage was great (except the Gerrard part) but I'll do a separate post about it to share more thoughts.

Chimney doing the rope rescue and being competent with that dart gun was fantastic and he looked sexy as hell doing it. I love it when they give Chimney a good storyline that demonstrates his skills and hopefully, it'll remain this way. He's an excellent paramedic and his experience should be highlighted more.

Eddie was so great in this episode (see above) and seeing him go out of his way to help another father because of his own experiences with both his dad and his son was excellent to see. As mentioned earlier, Eddie gives good advice to other people, he always has but now it seems like he's applying it to himself and he might be finally getting ready to move on from his past.

The Buddie moments were THERE like they have been since TM (showrunner) returned and it was great to see Buck and Eddie being setup for the start of Buddie CANON. I've done a lot of character analyses and posts about Buddie so IMO, the way they were portrayed in this episode is leading to one thing and one thing only, CANON BUDDIE!

The pacing and timing elements were great and if they keep it up, future episodes will continue to feel like the original 9-1-1.

All and all, it was a good episode and it was one of the best that they've done in a long time. There's still more work to do but hopefully, it'll include some professional development for the mains. I've been posting about this since season 6 but for some reason, TM is focused solely on their personal lives but that's not realistic because people apply for job promotions all the time. The day will come when Bobby has to retire for good so he should be training his replacement and Athena should be doing the same. Hen and Chimney should be moving forward on the paramedic side since they've been with the department for more than 13 years. Maddie should be a senior dispatcher by now but she isn't and it doesn't make any sense. Eddie should be a certified paramedic and Buck should be training for his next role too.

Hopefully, 8x5 will include more good emergency calls because currently, I don't want to see Denny get hurt. #TheWilsonsDeserveBetter

[unnecessarilygrandiose]

currently overwhelmed with love for chimney han's eyes. if you haven't really looked at chimney's eyes of late, like really looked, go do that right now. this has been a chimney han's eyes appreciation post

[controloffandoms]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Buck Begins Fic Recs

For @thisissirius 

Here are a couple of fics that I have written. And I’ll probably add a couple of favorites that I’ve read along the way!

Nothing I Ever Did Was Good Enough

Buck bit his tongue, looking away from his father. It was too early in their get together to have a blow out. He especially didn’t want to have that blowout in front of Chim and Albert. “You know, firefighting, until recently, has had a huge amount of off duty suicides due to improper care of mental health. The department has changed to help firefighters through hard times of losing patients or families in fires by hiring departmental psychologists and having service animals available for visits to the firehouses after really tough calls. If someone isn’t in the right mindset, we could lose more people, not to mention our own people and that person. Mental health is no joke,” Albert stated. Buck had to hide is smile, but he turned to Albert, giving him a knowing look and small smile. His parents spluttered for a few seconds before Phillip turned to Albert. “I don’t think I was talking to you. Mind your own business, this was a family matter.” “Don’t talk to him like that,” Buck nearly growled. “He is family.”

~~Or the one where the parents visit and Buck is in over his head...luckily his family has his back.

~~~~Part 1 in the Nothing I Ever Did Was Good Enough series

Nothing I Ever Did-

~~~~Part 2 in the Nothing I Ever Did Was Good Enough series

"Watch your attitude, Evan," Margaret glared. "Why should I? All you've ever done is put me down and compare me to Maddie and try to make me into her. News flash, I'm my own person and I'm different! I get that nothing I ever did was good enough, but I don't have to keep trying to appease you and let you walk on me or my family. So if you could kindly drop the attitude and rude comments regarding Eddie and Christopher, it would be much appreciated. They invited you into their home and you've been nothing but assholes since you got here! Clearly you came here with opinions and baggage and a want to have your way, but that's not going to fly here. You best just head out of town tonight, you're not wanted here in my life or Maddie's life. We don't want your toxicity melting into our families because I'll be damned if the shit you've said tonight will ever affect my niece or my kid!"

~~Or the one where Eddie hosts the Buckley parents and just tries to be supportive in general...but the parents are nightmares. Featuring cuddles with Chris, Eddie, and Buck.

Not The One You Wanted

“Evan, I don’t know what you expected us to do.”

“Love me anyway,” it had been said like his heart had been ripped out...which, it felt like it had. Because that was the truth, wasn’t it...all he ever wanted was for them to love him anyway. He wanted his parents to give a damn about him but they never did...it was like he was a responsibility that they never wanted.

Maddie had said that their parents had been different back then when they were sentimental and made a box for her...and now Buck knew why. Daniel. His older brother Daniel...a brother that he didn’t even know existed until he sat down with Maddie to look at all the baby photos in the box...and there were plenty...Buck can hardly remember ever getting portraits like these done during his childhood….but his parents were different back then.

-OR- Evan Buckley deserves love and hugs because of how shitty his parents are.

*This is honestly one of my favorites that I’ve written...it’s like a character study while Buck was trapped in the warehouse with some liberties surrounding the reason Buck’s in the warehouse*

Secrets

He’d been lied to his whole life...Maddie had never thought to tell him about not being his actual sister...his parents were acting like it didn’t matter...like he should just get over it. Buck’s eyes met Chim’s...and his whole body went rigid. “You knew,” he whispered, looking directly at Chim. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?!” He rounded on his sister, “you told him, but not me?!”

“Evan, I was trying to protect you-”

“No, you don’t get to do that! You don’t get to try and protect me! I’m a grown ass adult, I deserved to know but instead of telling me, you told him and even though I’ve known him longer he still didn’t tell me!” Buck shook his head, backing from the room. “I can’t do this,” he whispered.

-OR- Buck finds out the secret Maddie's been keeping from him while his parents are visiting...he is understandably betrayed.

*Basically, Buck Begins and the Daniel scenes hadn’t happened yet and I wanted to know what the secret was, so I came up with this.*

Ambush of the Parents

Based off the new Promo (or the one I just saw) where we see Maddie, Chim, Albert, Buck and (who I believe) are Buck and Maddie’s Parents. Buck’s dad says “you’ve been seeing a therapist?” and Buck responds “Well, the job can be stressful.”

Disclaimer: Please don't read if verbal abuse from parents triggers you.

~~~~Or Buck’s parents  are absolutely horrible and Buck’s family defends him.

Buck Begins

Buck always tried to please his parents. He wanted to be recognized and loved. He tried to get their approval but it was never enough. *Includes flashbacks, this was before Season 4 was even in production*

~Evan had thought that the SEALs would make his parents proud. He tried out for the SEALs, he went through training, but it still wasn’t enough. Then he’d dropped out. That had been the icing on the cake. Evan had never had a big blowout with his parents. He’d always tried to appease them. He tried to be the perfect son…but they never thought he was good enough. So when he dropped out of the SEALs, having a shouting match with his father as a consequence, he left for South America. He bartended and had fun. Then he’d gone to LA and became a firefighter and he hadn’t contacted his parents since the blowout. 

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38 notes • Posted 2021-02-19 03:51:02 GMT

#4

9-1-1 S5 E3 spoilers in rant form

Why is it that every time we win in one respect, we lose in the other aspects?

Wins: Harry’s safe, Eddie broke up with Ana, that sarcastic ‘hey Honey, I’m home’ from Buck

Loss: MADDIE LEFT

51 notes • Posted 2021-10-05 01:04:28 GMT

#3

This Hawkeye series is literally life right now...like, I didn’t know I needed tired Dad Clint until I saw it on screen. 

60 notes • Posted 2021-11-26 00:14:36 GMT

#2

Numb Pt. 5 (D.W./R)

I got the sudden inspiration to try and finish this series...so here's the next installment.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

8 Months Later

“This just in, Bludhaven’s beloved hero Krypton kills known villain, Tarantula, early this morning. Authorities say that it might not be the first time she’s killed. The mysterious death of Lex Luthor makes more sense after video surfaced from Tarantula’s murder in which the villain can be heard asking Krypton, ‘so is this how you killed Luthor?’ to which Krypton responded, ‘no, I used his own invention against him like this,’ and she used a gun-like weapon to end Tarantula’s life.”

“Because of the graphic content, we are unable to share the video with you, but I can tell you, from reviewing the footage, it is terrifying that a person like this is at large in our community. Krypton had become the people she used to try and stop.”

“Why is that terrifying, Kaitlyn? She’s just evening the playing field. The villains in our city don’t play by rules. They don’t care if innocent civilians live or die. How can we expect heroes like Batman, Superman, or Nightwing to protect us if they aren’t willing to take that final step to keep the villains from killing us? You know Tarantula and Blockbuster wouldn’t hesitate to kill a civilian to keep their plans in motion!”

“Frank, do you hear yourself? You’re condoning the killing of others!”

“Isn’t that what you’re doing by saying heroes shouldn’t be allowed to kill even if the villains do? What makes the villains’ lives more important than innocent civilians?”

“It’s the principle! Heroes should inspire and lead the way. They should give the public something to model. Allowing Krypton to kill is suggesting to the public that it’s alright for them to kill others!”

“Kaitlyn-”

The television clicked off as Clark heaved a sigh. He pinched his nose in frustration. The group surrounding the room was silent for a couple of moments. “Lex, Tarantula, Black, and Bane. That’s four out of nine of the villains that attacked her,” Jon broke the silence.

“This time they have video of her,” J’onn sighed. “This is getting out of hand. We need to track her down.”

“We’re trying. She knows what we’ll look for. She’s making sure that she stays under the radar. On the rare occasions we can track down where she’s been, she’s moved days beforehand,” Dick groaned.

“The only reason the media is making a big deal about it is because Krypton was painted as the golden girl of the Supers,” Damian spoke quietly. “If she had been a bat, there would have been less surprise.”

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Conner seethed.

“It means that for her whole life, she’s been held to a high standard that is impossible to keep for the duration of her life! She’s always had to play it safe, make the Supers look good in the media. She couldn’t get her hands as dirty as the bats and I could! She had to play everything by the book in order to live up to the standards of her father and family. She had to set the example for her brothers. She had to be perfect and you damn well know that no one is perfect or can keep up the air of being perfect for long.”

Damian stood, walking to the front of the room. “If this was any one of the bats, you wouldn’t be as worried. We’re broken bits to you. Hell, the bats are made up of killers, like (Y/N) pointed out when we put her in that cell in the cave! Todd killed nineteen people before coming after Father and the previous Drake! He tried to kill the bat family at the time! Grayson killed Joker and was involved in the murder of the person responsible for his parents’ murders. I was raised in the League of Assassins. I lost count of how many I had to kill in my childhood. The point is that if (Y/N) was another Bat, you wouldn’t be as concerned!”

“But she isn’t just another Bat! She’s my daughter! My family,” Clark bellowed.

Damian stared him straight in the eyes, not wavering, “and that is your problem. You’re so focused on how it looks on you and your family that you can’t see the proper solution to this problem. Eight months ago, you wanted to help (Y/N). Yesterday you and Father were talking of ways to permanently take care of her.”

Several sharp intakes of breath could be heard at Damian’s admission. No one moved for a moment before Jon broke the silence, “is that true?” Clark didn’t answer. “Dad? Answer me! Did you or did you not discuss killing my sister?!”

“Yes! She’s a threat that we can’t fix! Black and Lex broke her beyond repair! She’s killed four people that we know of. This can’t continue!”

“So your solution is to kill her for killing others,” Jason scoffed. “Yeah, I don’t see the hypocrisy in that at all.”

“We can’t control her-”

Dick cut Bruce off before he could finish his sentence, “you can’t control her? Is that all we are to you guys? Pawns to control? I agree that I don’t like her solutions to the villain population but there are other ways to reel her in without killing her!”

“She doesn’t respond to us anymore. She’s stopped calling to let us know of her latest victim. We’re getting nowhere waiting for her to come back on her own volition,” Bruce sighed.

The silence that ensued after that statement was only interrupted by the ringing of Damian’s phone. He reached for it on the third ring, faltering at the contact on the screen. “(Y/N),” he asked quietly as he held the phone up to his ear.

“Hey Dames,” your voice chirped in put on happiness. “I hear you were talking about me. Think you can put me on speaker?”

Damian slowly lowered his phone, pressing the speaker button. You whistled, the sound filling the room. “This is disappointing,” you called in the same cheeriness you had when Damian answered. “I thought you would at least be relieved with each body I dropped. These scumbags were planning to either kill us or control us and who’s to say they won’t try the same shit again once they find another telepath? I’m protecting you and you want to kill me?”

Before anyone could respond, you loud laugh filled the room. “Honestly,” you began as your laugh died down, “I expected this much from Brucie Pie, but from my own father?” You let out a long breath over the phone, “I have to say, I wasn’t expecting that. So, the Great Superman would stoop to murder in order to keep his name clear? Oh, that’s right,” you laughed, “your name isn’t clear. You’ve killed before. You know what they say, like daddy like daughter...apple doesn’t fall far from the tree and all that bullshit.”

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62 notes • Posted 2021-07-19 01:09:20 GMT

#1

Timebomb

In light of speculation by @extasiswings​ that took over my brain, I now have a new story out.

Timebomb (can be read on Ao3)

So.. you’re welcome. (and thank you Chapel).

It happens unexpectedly…

The realization that he’s in love with his best friend, it happens unexpectedly. Sure, Buck’s family. Buck’s his partner but...Eddie never thought of him in that way...and all because of that car crash involving the two cheerleading best friends. 

Eddie had valiantly tried to resuscitate the girl who’d been riding on the back of the convertible...he’d tried as he listened to the other girl’s screams as she realized her friend wasn’t breathing. He’d listened as she pleaded and cried and fought with Hen and Buck. When Chim called it, Eddie had no chance to prepare himself. 

The girl had wailed and torn her body from Hen and Buck. She’d stumbled over muttering, “no no no no,” over and over again. She’d sobbed and covered the girl’s body with her own. “Don’t leave me, not like this!”

And Eddie flashed back to Shannon strewn on the crosswalk, her dying in the ambulance...he remembers how, even though he knew they weren’t in love anymore, his heart had reached out to her...just to keep her here with him because Christopher needed his mother. He remembered crying on Bobby’s shoulder mere minutes after he was given Shannon’s belongings. He remembers Buck coming over to make sure he and Chris were alright...he remembers the funeral and pulling himself together so that he could be strong for Chris...fuck, he remembers having to tell Chris his mother was gone and never coming back…

“Please come back, I need you,” he hears the girl beg her friend.

And Eddie remembers seeing the ladder truck pinning Buck down. He remembers the feeling of helplessness as he watched the scene unfold. He remembers thinking, don’t do this, I need you, you have to come back to me and Chris. He remembers how it physically pained him to hear Buck scream out on the first attempt to move him from under the truck. He remembers gripping Buck’s hand tightly, a silent promise never to let him go. He remembers telling Buck to hold on, I’ve got you. He remembers thinking that he wouldn’t know how to tell Chris that Buck wouldn’t be coming around anymore if Buck ended up dying from his leg injury.

As Chim and Hen tried to take the cheerleader, she screamed, “no! I love her! Please!”

And Eddie flashed back to the tsunami. He remembers standing there, looking at Buck in confusion. He remembers cataloguing the scratches and bruises that had begun to form. He remembers thinking what the hell happened to you? He remembers Buck beginning his stuttering explanation and his heart being crushed. Chris and Buck had been at the pier...Eddie’s son could be dead, no, I love him...please don’t let my son be dead. 

“I should have told her,” the cheerleader sobs.

And Eddie’s back at Buck’s welcome back party. He’s hugging Buck, so happy he’s going to get his partner back. He watches fondly as Christopher hands Buck the card he made and sees the love pour out of Buck as he reads it. He knew Buck loved his son, there’s nobody in this world I trust more with my son than you, but to see it so vibrantly had left Eddie breathless. He remembers hearing Buck unable to catch his breath as he coughed, remembers seeing him collapse with blood on his clothes, there’s so much I haven’t said.

Eddie tries to get the girl off her friend...she needs to be checked out, make sure she won’t just keel over...like that man had after the love of his life had died maybe thirty minutes prior. Buck had told him about his conversation with the man, five beers into the night (more than Buck usually drank after Christopher went to bed), he’d told Buck: you don’t find [love/family] son, you make it.  “I’m sorry,” he tells her, “but you need to be checked out...I promise I’ll take good care of your friend.”

“No, you don’t understand,” she breaks down once more, “I should have told her I loved her...I wasted so m-much time and now-now she’s-”

And Eddie’s back on the street in front of the apartment complex where he’d just tried to help a kid who’s mother had been hurting him. He’s talking to Buck and he’s about to join the boy in the ambulance...and there’s a blinding pain in his shoulder. He jolts at the impact, seeing Buck covered in blood and he’s confused...was Buck okay? He wasn’t coughing up blood again, was he? Eddie remembers the feeling of the gravel on his face, he remembers reaching for Buck, I didn’t tell him yet. It feels like it’s important but I haven’t told him yet...we wasted so much time.

The cheerleader is working her way into a panic attack much like Eddie - I don’t panic...I’m over that.

Except, Eddie’s chest feels tight. Now is not the time to panic, so he coaches the girl through breathing exercises Buck had looked up for him after Eddie told him about the panic - Because, Eddie, if you happen to ever feel like that again, you should know how to manage it. So Eddie helps her to calm down marginally. And that’s when she looks at him...really looks at him. 

“She’s my best friend. I tell her everything...she helps me through the toughest parts of my life and she’s my rock...I never thought I’d meet someone like her...but I let high schoolers that I may never again see in my life dictate who I love...I might have just missed out on my greatest love story because I was too afraid to tell her...I never got to tell her, do you understand? And now she’s gone!” 

And Eddie flashes back to all the close calls. The bombing, the pulmonary embolism, the well collapse, the tsunami, the shooting, the 5 Alarm fire that nearly took Buck’s life, the helicopter crash during the blackout...all the close calls that could have kept Eddie from telling Buck how much he meant to him...something he’d been trying to tell him all along…

There’s no one in this world that I trust with my son more than you.

It’s in my will, if I die, you become Christopher’s legal guardian.

No one will ever fight for my son as hard as you do.

Because, Evan, you came in here the other day and said that you thought it would have been better if you had been shot.

You act like you’re expendable...but you’re wrong.

I love you, please don’t leave me.

And it hits Eddie like a runaway train. I love you, please don’t leave me. And he understands, he does. All of the close calls...what if the next one was it? What if he never got to tell Buck how much he cared about him? He didn’t want to be the cheerleader in front of him.

“Yeah,” he replied hoarsely, “I know what you mean...sometimes we don’t realize until it’s too late...and no one should have to go through that...I’m so sorry.”

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[himbo-buckley]

Let’s talk about Madney!!! Seriously I love them so much

Hello friend 🥰

This has been sitting in my askbox nearly as long as another ask and I am sooooo very sorry to the both of you but I am ready now so let‘s talk about Madney!!!

Let‘s talk about Madney sort of taking one look at each other in 2.06 and being absolutely smitten

Let‘s talk about Chimney, my sweet man, the kindest, the best, the one I cannot find any fault in (okay, I can but I’m a nagger) giving Maddie all the time and space she needs, always letting her set the pace, letting her decide, letting her be in control and never demanding, never faulting her for anything

Listen I nearly cried watching 3.04, because Chimney could have easily been offended, Maddie got scared but he didn’t, he was a little confused and then he took the time to figure out why she would react like that

Also the conversation between Hen and Chim in 2.14 when Hen says: „So Maddie still sparks joy?“ and Chim says: „Always.“ - a bitch isn’t romantic but damn, that one made me yearn 🙈

Also let’s talk about how Chimney was always so unsure of Tatiana and talking about how out of his league she is and how he lied to her and how he doesn’t do that with Maddie at all? HE TOLD HER ABOUT THE CROW THAT WAS FOLLOWING HER HE LET HER SEE WHAT HE ASSUMED IS HIS CRAZY AND HE TRUSTED HER TO LOVE HIM ANYWAYS

Let‘s talk about 3.13 and how determined and hot he is when he says: „I‘m gonna call your sister and tell her i love her“ and how he never pressures Maddie into saying it back, he just needs her to know he loves her and he doesn’t care if she isn’t there yet or if she never gets there he just needs her to know she is loved

And let’s talk about Maddie and how she asked him out twice and how much she lights up when he is around and how nervous she was when she met the Lee‘s

Let‘s talk about Maddie in 3.11 who never faulted Chim for what he did and how he reacted but just tried so hard to get him to understand and see another side but also help him and be there for him and let him know he is loved

Let‘s talk about them being the softest, bested parents a little nugget could ask for, let‘s talk about how happy they will be and how kind and careful and understanding and how they will both make sure their baby knows it is loved every minute of every day

And also, because I am actually crying about them now (because hormones and maybe because I miss my Mommy and my Daddy, okay?) let‘s change the subject and talk about Buck for a second and how he is sooo protective of her but he never not for a second wasn’t on board with Madney and he never said anything about how he didn’t want them dating or how Chim should better not hurt his sister like a lot of other shows would have done because it‘s not Buck but also because he could see they were special to each other and he could see they would never hurt each other and he loves them both a lot!

And also to return to Madney, can we appreciate Chim in 2.10? Because he really thought it through what he wanted to get Maddie except she didn’t like it but he didn’t get mad or anything, he just accepted it

And then he skipped the Christmas party with his family to come hang out with her and watch a movie cause he liked her so much already but also cause he is fucking kind and knew she needed it and this is basically a Chimney Han appreciation post bit are we really mad?

(Side note: I wish I was a better and faster writer with more free time because I would love to write a Madney au! I wanna make a „Chuck“ fusion and have Chim be Chuck and Maddie be Sarah and Henren as Ellie and Captain Awesome (or maybe Buddie, Buck would be amazing as Devon) and Bobby as Big Mike which ... okay, yeah, let‘s have Buck be Morgan and Eddie is Casey and Tatiana is Jill and Thommy is Bryce - or is EDDIE BRYCE LARKIN SUPERSPY BECAUSE YOWZA???)

(Just kidding, Eddie is Casey after Casey learns to show some fucking emotions, he even has a child)

But back to Madney, honestly, I love them a lot and we as a fandom need to talk about them more because they are fucking soft and amazing and deserve sooo many nice things!!!

Anyways, I lost my canon train of thought because I am busy imagining Maddie at the Orange Orange 😅😂

(Side note: the courtyard for Maddie’s apartment in Season 2 and the one the Bartowskis live in is the same one!!!)

[eddiediaz-buckley]

Hi I don’t watch 911 but I see all of these really sweet and wholesome posts about this buddie pair. Would you a) suggest watching it for reasons other than just their pairing and b) tell me some of the too pure interactions between them and just give me a sense of their relationship while simultaneously restoring my faith in humans ik thats a lot to ask but i think buddie can do it thanks :) 💖

Oh my goodness of course!!!

a) Yes, you absolutely should watch it. This show is fantastic and the whole cast is uber talented and wonderful. The writers and producers really know how to put together a good show. First off Angela Bassett and Peter Krause (Athena Grant and Bobby Nash are their characters) are both incredible and you have their relationship to look forward to, as they start dating at the end of season 1. Buck has a nice relationship with a woman named Abby (played by Connie Britton) in the first season. And Aisha Hinds (Hen Wilson on the show) is a lesbian and her wife Karen is adorable and they have a son! And last but not least, Howie “Chimney” Han (played by Kenneth Choi) is adorable and I would die for him. The first season is good, but it really picks up and gets so much better in the second season! That’s when Eddie is introduced and obviously with him comes his adorable son Christopher. Yes, you should absolutely watch this show, it’s an emotional rollercoaster but it’s amazing. 

b) A few soft interactions: 

First and foremost, the Christmas scene. So this was last year’s Christmas episode, but Buck and Eddie took Christopher to see Santa and at the end before they left, an elf who was working there told Buck “You two have an adorable son” and Buck just said “Thank you” and skipped away! Didn’t even correct her! 

Also there have been numerous times where Buck just looks at Eddie so softly and I’m like sir?? Are you good?? Probably not cause Eddie is so pretty, who wouldn’t look at him like that??

In the season 2 finale they had this cute awkward hug. I appreciated it because it was their first hug on screen.

Okay then shit really be gettin real for season 3! First episode right off the bat, the team is having a surprise party for Buck and the fuckin first thing he does is rush over to Eddie and give him a hug. I’m sure you’ve seen the gifs of this as they’re everywhere, but it’s literally so adorable and was 10x better than their first hug. And then later on in that episode, somehow Eddie shows up in Buck’s apt (he has a key maybe?) and is like “get up Chris wanted to hang out with his Buck today” 

In episode 2 we got to see a cute text and selfie of Buck and Chris sent to Eddie and an eagle-eyed fan here on tumblr figured out that Eddie’s contact picture for Buck is a picture of Buck and Christopher. fucking adorable

Alright the episode 3. The whole ending scene was absolute amazing Buddie vibes. Basically, Buck was doubting himself, but then Eddie was like “there is no one in this world I trust with my son more than you” and like wow???? and then Eddie touched him tenderly and looked at him softly and I burst into tears. Buck also referred to Eddie as his best friend in this episode, which we already knew pretty much but it was nice to hear him say it :)))

Um this got really long but yes you should watch the show!!!

[embhm]

Chapter 198: Lao Gu SURVEYS the SITUATION

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《你丫上瘾了》

Chapter 198: Lao Gu SURVEYS the SITUATION

Translator: Sienna          Editor: Sae + [Waiting for Alec XD]

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Since Bai Luo Yin left, Bai Han Qi would anxiously wait for him with a mind full of hope and expectations… Hoping, hoping. Finally, it was Gu Wei Ting that fulfilled this hopeful mind of his.

Today was the festive day of Xiao Nian [1], a day before the Lunar New Year’s Eve celebration. A day where malted sugar candies were eaten and offers were made to the kitchen god Zaoshen.

When Gu Wei Ting entered the Bai’s small courtyard, Aunt Zou and Bai Han Qi were in full swing of activities in the kitchen. Plumes of white smoke emerged from the chimney, floated out into the courtyard and pervaded the atmosphere with the alluring fragrance of meat. Not far in the right corner, Grandpa Bai was in the process of tidying up bottles and jars, while Grandma Bai, who was afraid of the cold weather, remained inside the warm house watching some television shows.

In just several months, Meng Tong Tian, once but the size of a newly grown bean sprout, had grown taller yet again. Still at the age where his imagination run wild with the cold breeze of the wind, he refused with all his might to stay idle inside. In turn, he stubbornly stayed outside instead. After running around the big trees a few more laps, he saw someone entering the courtyard. Out of habit, he put his hand inside his pocket and pulled out a small box. Lifting the lid, he took out a single string of small firecrackers [2]. Then using all the strength in his little body, he viciously twirled around and dashed forward. As soon as he stopped close enough to his target, he smashed the firecracker on the ground besides Gu Wei Ting’s feet.

POP!

The clear and melodious sound of the firecracker popped off beside Gu Wei Ting’s ear.

Gu Wei Ting casually shifted his gaze towards Meng Tong Tian, while the latter took to stealthily covering his mouth with his little hands to conceal the snickers that beckoned to crawl out.

“Tong Tian, you’re being naughty again!” Aunt Zou’s voice echoed from the kitchen as she stretched her head out of the house.

Meng Tong Tian faced Gu Wei Ting and made a silly face before his little feet bounced up and he vivaciously dashed off into the distance.

Bai Han Qi finally emerged from the kitchen, donning a big white apron, looking as if he was a professional when in fact, all he did was stir up more trouble in the kitchen.

“Gu laoge, you’re here.” Bai Han Qi forced a strained smile as he took off his apron and entered the house with Gu Wei Ting.

Once they were seated, Bai Han Qi poured Gu Wei Ting a cup of tea. When he held the cup in front of Gu Wei Ting, he politely said a few words, “It’s not the best tea or anything but please make do with it.”

Gu Wei Ting’s sharp gaze swept across the room, taking in a panoramic view of everything inside. Although the house had been repainted, and adorned with a new sofa and television, the old-fashion style of it all were nonetheless impossible to conceal.

Bai Han Qi spoke first, “Gu laoge, you must have been quite busy recently, huh?”

Gu Wei Ting indifferently replied with a few words, “It’s been okay.”

After that, Bai Han Qi could not find anything else to discuss with the stern looking man sitting before him. Silence instead overtook the room as he waited for a quite a long time for Gu Wei Ting to ask about their sons’ whereabouts. However, during that seemingly endless wait, Gu Wei Ting did not open his mouth to speak another word. He only sat on the sofa wearing a wooden face. Don’t even mention Bai Han Qi, who was currently suffering from a guilty conscience, even an innocent person with a clear conscience would feel extremely pressured and suffocated by Gu Wei Ting’s imposing manner.

Without warning, Gu Wei Ting stood up and took a few large strides toward a door close by. He drew open the curtain and entered Meng Tong Tian’s bedroom. Unperturbed by this action, Bai Han Qi simply followed in from behind.

“Every weekend, Yin Zi and Da Hai would come and stay at home. When they’re here, our little son would always sleep with my wife and I, so the two of them can sleep in this room.” Bai Han Qi unknowingly added the last few words.

Gu Wei Ting turned around to look at the extremely strange-looking double bed as hints of suspicions revealed through his eyes.

Seeing Gu Wei Ting’s expression, Bai Han Qi laughed awkwardly, “Originally, there was only one bed in this room. Since Da Hai often stayed at our house he and Yin Zi would squeeze themselves into this bed. After my wages increased, I bought a bed for Da Hai as to avoid the two boys having to cram in together. Who would’ve thought within less than two days of buying the bed, Da Hai had somehow turned it into one bed.”

Hearing the strange event, Gu Wei Ting lifted the bedding and glanced at the bed below for a moment. His sight was met with rows of nails lining the edge of the bed where the two beds connected. It was evident that those nails were strongly and sturdily embedded there to keep the beds together.

“At that time, if I were a bit more aware, perhaps what’s happening now wouldn’t have occurred.” Bai Han Qi could merely heave a heavy sigh.

Hearing Bai Han Qi’s words, Gu Wei Ting’s expression changed to several indiscernible ones. Under Bai Han Qi’s nervous gaze, he abruptly walked out of the room.

The two elder men sat outside and chatted for a while longer. In truth, rather than describing the scenario as a chat, it was better off describing it as an employee reporting their work to a superior. This depiction fit better because during the entire time, Gu Wei Ting never spoke a word while Bai Han Qi jabbered on endlessly beside him.

“Honestly speaking, Da Hai is actually a really good kid. If he were a girl, I would have gladly accepted him, send out a palanquin with eight carriers to get him and have him marry our Bai Luo Yin a long time ago. At that time, I didn’t know that he was your son. I even thought that he was the same as our Yin Zi, a poor kid. During the time he lived here, he had always helped with anything possible. A while ago, water was leaking into the house from the damage in the roof and he was the one who repaired it. He’s also found someone to repair the outside bathroom and install a cover on it. Not only that, the work that my wife and I have now, he was also the one that sneakily took care of it for us…...to tell you the truth, it was like I was making use of your son back then. Recalling it now, I feel very apologetic about it all.”

Those strange words made Gu Wei Ting felt as though the person that Bai Han Qi had just meticulously described was not his son or a person closed to the son that he knew. However, hearing it from Bai Han Qi’s mouth, it felt genuine. He gazed at Bai Han Qi for a long while before he willingly opened his mouth to speak for the first time.

“Do you really hate me?”

Bai Han Qi was struck speechless, “I hate you? Why should I hate you?”

“Could it be that you don’t hate me at all?” Gu Wei Ting’s eyes flickered, “I snatched your wife away.”

“Oh…...” Bai Han Qi was completely indifferent to that statement, “If you didn’t mention it, I would’ve forgotten about it. Jiang Yuan is your wife right now, HA?!”

Gu Wei Ting looked on in silence, “…...”

After another moment passed, Gu Wei Ting went to the courtyard and strolled around it once again. There he witnessed Meng Tong Tian wildly running around the area with a toy rifle on his shoulder. Hearing the usual commotion echoing around them, Bai Han Qi pointed at Meng Tong Tian’s rifle, then faced Gu Wei Ting and said, “Da Hai was also the one that bought all of his toys.”

The moment Meng Tong Tian heard the words “Da Hai”, he immediately launched like a rocket discharging at a high velocity towards Bai Han Qi’s side. He hugged his waist and asked, “When is Gu Hai gege coming back? I haven’t seen him for a while now.”

When Gu Wei Ting noticed the raging expectation burning ablaze inside Meng Tong Tian’s eyes, he suddenly felt that this unnamed child is closer to his own son than he ever was.

“I’m leaving.” Gu Wei Ting lifted his feet and started to walk towards the entrance.

Bai Han Qi was rendered with astonishment.

He’s leaving? Just like that? Without asking anything at all?

As they approached the doorway, Bai Han Qi caught sight of a military vehicle parked outside and beside it stood the driver, wearing a thick overcoat. When the driver saw Gu Wei Ting walking out, he hastily walked over and opened the car door for him.

“Gu laoge.” Bai Han Qi called out.

Hearing his name, Gu Wei Ting halted his footsteps, then turned around and gave Bai Han Qi a glance, “Is there anything else?”

“You really don’t have anything else to ask?” Finally, Bai Han Qi was no longer able to restrain his own curiosity.

Without blinking, Gu Wei Ting merely smiled coldly, “If I asked, would you have told me?”

Bai Han Qi swallowed hard, his face crowded with a bit of amazement. At that moment, Aunt Zou unexpectedly came out and squeezed a few things into Gu Wei Ting’s hands.

“Gu laoge, it’s Xiao Nian today. Please take these malted sugar candies with you and eat it at home. We made it ourselves.”

Receiving it, Gu Wei Ting’s tone softened a bit, “Thank you, I also wish you a good year.

Having said that, Gu Wei Ting entered the car under the driver’s careful protection.

Inside the car, Gu Wei Ting took out a malted sugar candy and tasted it. It was crisp and had a sweet smell to it. The flavor was pretty good as well.

Noticing this, the driver happily said a few words, “It’s been many years since I’ve eaten one of those.”

Deeply moved, Gu Wei Ting sighed with sorrow. It’s not that, is it? In all these years, he has yet to properly celebrate the New Years.

“General, there is a call for you.”

Gu Wei Ting picked up his cellphone. The call was from the leader that he had dispatched to Shan Dong province.

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During the last few days, these 20 or so men suffered to the point of not resembling a person anymore. They remained sitting uncomfortably inside this small room all day long. There was no room for them to lie down and even worse, eating, drinking, taking a leak, and going for the number two were all done in the room amongst each other. But, what caused them extreme torture and fear the most was the fact that they could not get in contact with anyone one in the outside world. All they could hear from the outside were the sounds of firecracker popping as they longed for their close relatives on these festive days.

When Gu Hai dragged the leader out, the formidable aggression that enveloped his form from a few days ago had long dissipated. What was left instead was the frame of a mighty foe that was now dejectedly and depressingly following behind Gu Hai without so much a harsh word or unreasonable demand.

Looking sternly at him, Gu Hai pressed the gun on his forehead and forced him to lie about this so call “military situation”.

“General, we’ve kept watch for more than half a month already and there’s yet to be an ounce of information on their whereabouts. When you ordered us to keep our eyes on Gu Yang, I have dispatched several men to take turns in watching him for 24 hours a day, but there’s still no signs of suspicious activities. Is it possible that those two are no longer in Qingdao? New Year is approaching soon, although I have no problem with it, there are several soldiers here who’s been working nonstop for the last three years. It has been difficult for them to get a vacation this year…...therefore, I would like to request the General to withdraw some of the men from here.”

“All of you may withdraw.” Gu Wei Ting ordered indifferently.

Hearing this order, the leader’s expression brighten up. It was the look of someone overwhelmed with an unexpected favor from a superior.

“General, are you speaking the truth? We can all go back now?”

For a long while, silence took root on the other side of the call while on this side, the leader’s heart strained with so much anticipation that he did not dare to breathe heavily.

“Yes, tidy everything there and return at once.”

Those few words unexpectedly brought back the leader’s vitality and pushed away his previously dejected mood. Immediately injected with this wild exuberance, he took to replying in a loud and crisp tone, ”Thank you General for your kind understanding!”

After hanging up the call, the leader flew to the washroom at the speed of light and shouted loudly, “Brothers, we’re finally free!!!”

In front of Gu Hai’s attentive eyes, the herd of men suddenly burst with joy and ran out of the hotel. It was as if the outside world were their own family waiting for them to be release, and in any second now, they would all be able to reunite with their close relatives.

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After eliminating this huge obstacle, Gu Hai and Bai Luo Yin were finally able to take in a breath of fresh air. Feeling rather relieve at the outcome of things, the two decided to take a stroll and roam the streets. Since they were out already it was only natural to buy some food and take it back with them to eat later. Tonight, they must properly celebrate this resplendent victory against the mighty General’s plan to encircle and annihilate them. [3]

When these two valiant and handsome young men walked the streets with such soldierly magnanimity, it was naturally unavoidable that they would attract many side glances from passersby, especially the females. As Gu Hai and Bai Luo Yin continued on with their stroll, two girls were walking behind them the entire time. From time to time, they would discuss which of the two were more handsome. When they arrived in a relatively secluded corner, one of the girl couldn’t hold herself back anymore and audaciously shouted at the top of her lungs:

“HEY HANDSOME!!” [4]

Not the least surprise, Gu Hai remained indifferent to the lingering presence since he had realized long ago that they were being followed. The moment he heard those words echoed from behind them, he suddenly quickened his steps just a bit and casually placed his arm on Bai Luo Yin’s shoulder. Under those girls’ watchful eyes, he brazenly kissed Bai Luo Yin’s cheek; a sweet and loving kiss. While the girls were still imbibed with shock, Gu Hai slowly turned his head around and threw them a charming and cheerful smile. Then he tightened his hold on Bai Luo Yin’s shoulder and swaggered off.

A loud shriek rang out from behind them. Who knows whether it was out of fright or excitement.

Before long, the two arrived at a convenience store. Gu Hai patted Bai Luo Yin’s shoulder, “Wait out here for me, I’ll go inside and buy a pack of cigarette.”

At this time, there were many people in the convenience store and the line to pay was extremely longer than usual. While Bai Luo Yin obediently waited outside for Gu Hai, a sense of boredom rained down on him. His eyes wandered the area when suddenly he caught sight of a small tanghulu [5] shop.

It’s really difficult finding a shop that sells tanghulu in this area!

Pleasantly surprise at this great discovery, a hint of happiness sprung into Bai Luo Yin’s eyes. He called out to Gu Hai from in front of the convenience store’s entrance, however, without knowing whether Gu Hai heard him or not, Bai Luo Yin immediately turned around the corner and entered that small shop.

The biggest sign of the holiday season is the huge crowds of people swarming every possible corner. Besides the locals coming out for a stroll and shopping, there were also tourists who were eager to explore and purchase. Even the simple task of buying a stick of tanghulu required everyone to line up and patiently wait. The thing was, Bai Luo Yin despised waiting in line. As a result, Gu Hai was normally the one who would cram against the crowd whenever they went shopping. However, today was different, he could no longer resist the urge. It had been such a long time since he ate one of those tasty treats that the craving for it was unbearable to hold back.

Once Gu Hai walked out of the convenience store, he discovered that Bai Luo Yin was nowhere in sight.

Even as he picked his eyes up and gazed into the distance ahead, all he saw were hordes of people and no signs of Bai Luo Yin.

When they left the apartment earlier, neither of them brought their cell phone with them. Now that they have lost each other, there were no means for them to get in contact with each other.

Normally, if they lost each other, it was not such a huge matter since there was nothing for the two of them to be anxious about. If worse comes to worse, they can immediately hail a taxi and return home on their own. But the problem was, it is a particularly sensitive phase for them right now. If even so much a small breeze rustled the grass beneath his feet, Gu Hai’s entire body would break out in cold sweats.

After standing in front of the convenience store for only a minute, Gu Hai’s heart sank into absolute panic. He wandered around the streets and small lanes in search of any signs of Bai Luo Yin’s shadow. Never once did he expected Bai Luo Yin to go shopping, especially in knowing the kind of person his lover was. In the depth of his mind, Bai Luo Yin has been captured. Captured right in front of his eyes. The entire time, his eyes were only concerned with seeking out its target that he never walked inside the small shop and looked around.

Consequently, by the time Bai Luo Yin emerged from the shop, Gu Hai had already run off somewhere else.

By the time, he returned to that convenience store, there was still a sea of people bustling inside. Noting this, Bai Luo Yin did not pay any attention the situation since he thought Gu Hai was still inside waiting for his turn to pay. With that, he opted to waiting outside instead. While waiting, he ate the stick of tanghulu in his hand, savoring the sweet flavor. As he continued to wait for Gu Hai to come out, that stick of delicious tanghulu soon became completely devoured.

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Translator’s Note:

[1] Xiao Nian: [or Preliminary Eve] - a festival on the 23rd or 24th of the 12 month of lunar year when sacrifices are made to the kitchen god. Xiao Nian means the preliminary eve, a prelude to the Lunar New Year’s Eve celebration. It is said to be the day, the Jade Emperor, the supreme ruler of the Heaven, inspects mortals, and rewards or punishes them. On this day, a paper effigy of Zao Wang, the Kitchen God, who is the recorder of family functions will be burned. This is done to send the Kitchen God to the Jade Emperor and report him on the household's transgressions and good deeds. Families often offer sweet foods like candy in order to "bribe" the deities into saying good things about the family. Back on earth, it means, it's time to start festival shopping. Flowers, sugar, new year pictures are all in demand.

[2] Firecracker: This type of firecracker doesn’t need fire to light it up. It can produce noises only by hurling it to the ground.

[3] ‘Tonight they must properly celebrate this resplendent victory against the mighty General’s plan to encircle and annihilate them.’: the words in bold are supposed to be ‘the victory of communist against the Guomindang’s encircle-and-annihilate campaign’. Since it’s kind of wordy and I’m afraid most people wouldn’t understand it, I decided to simplify it and change it to the bolded words above. [Nath]

Kuomintang - Founded in 1912, the Guomindang (中國國民黨, literally China National People’s Party) is the oldest still active political party in the Chinese-speaking world. It constituted the first elected majority in the Chinese National Assembly of 1913. After Yuan Shikai‘s coup d’état, the Guomindang devoted itself to the mission of reunifying China, defeating the warlords, and defending the country’s territorial integrity from foreign powers. From 1927 on, the Guomindang ruled over China with an iron fist. But in 1937 the “golden era” of Nationalist China came to an end, as Japan invaded the country.

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[4] Hey Handsome! - The Chinese counterpart is "Shuai ge!" Do you guys prefer the english or Chinese?

[5] Tanghulu - sugarcoated hawthorne or other sugarcoated fruits on a stick

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• A cold blast hit him and he laughed at the sting as he stepped outside, surveyed the night sky, and drank deeply. Such a good liar he was. Such a good one. Everyone thought he was fine because he’d camo’d his little problems. He wore a Sox hat to hide the eye twitch. Set his wristwatch to go off every half hour to beat back the dream. Ate though he wasn’t angry. Laughed though he found nothing funny. And he’d always smoked like a chimney. – J.R. Ward • A factory can be closed down, its chimneys smokeless, waiting for the worker to come back to his job, and all will be peaceful. But the moment workers are imported, and the striker sees his own place usurped, there is bound to be trouble. – Charles M. Schwab • A legal broom’s a moral chimney-sweeper, And that’s the reason he himself’s so dirty – Lord Byron • A Mocking Bird regularly resorts to the south angle of a chimney top and salutes us with sweetest notes from the rising of the moon until about midnight. – John James Audubon • A picture without sky has no glory. This present, unless we see gleaming beyond it the eternal calm of the heavens, above the tossing tree tops with withering leaves, and the smoky chimneys, is a poor thing for our eyes to gaze at, or our hearts to love, or our hands to toil on. – Alexander MacLaren • Accurately recalling an entire day of fishing is like trying to push smoke back down a chimney, so you settle on these specific moments. – John Gierach • And further, I tell you that the Jew is right, when he acts as he does – because we are too timid to be as German as the Jew is Jewish! … It happened at the time of the [Bavarian] Soviet Republic: When the unleashed subhumans rambled murdering through the streets, the deputies hid behind a chimney in the Bavarian parliament. – Julius Streicher • And so there would always be more to remember that could no longer be seen…our history is always returning to a little patch of weeds and saplings with an old chimney sticking up by itself…and here I look ahead to the resting of my case: I love the house that belonged to the chimney, holding it bright in memory, and love the saplings and the weeds. – Wendell Berry • And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined chimney rising our of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer–apples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of times vicissitude. – Nathaniel Hawthorne • Anyone who is not an anarchist agrees with having a policeman at the corner of the street; but the danger at present is that of finding the policeman half-way down the chimney or even under the bed. – Gilbert K. Chesterton • As artists and traders in medieval cities began to form organizations, they instituted tough initiation ceremonies. Journeymen in Bergen, Norway, were shoved down a chimney, thrown three times into the sea, and soundly whipped. Such rites made belonging to the guild or corporation more precious to those who were accepted, and survived. – Isaac Asimov • As for me, I rarely write a song. But when I do write a song, like “Ain’t No Chimneys in the Projects,” which came to me at three a.m. one morning, on a whim – I get a percentage. • At present I am using a good sized bedroom in the 2 bedroom house here as a studio, and it is large enough to step back from my canvases, and has a good north light. It should serve very well until I can afford to have the storeroom half of the back building lined and insulated and a chimney put in. That may be in about two years. – E. J. Hughes

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[clickbank-storefront-bestselling] • Christmas Pie Lo! now is come our joyfull’st feast! Let every man be jolly; Each room with ivy leaves is dressed, And every post with holly. Now all our neighbours’ chimneys smoke, And Christmas blocks are burning; Their ovens they with bakemeats choke, And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie, And if for cold it hap to die, We’ll bury it in a Christmas pie, And ever more be merry. – George Wither • Even the pictures I was doing at college – a little narrative based on a butterfly catcher, or a chimney sweep – the images were always telling stories. They were all scenarios and moods which I storyboarded and worked through – it’s exactly what I do now. – Tim Walker • Every head turned to see two more security guards appear, each holding a Bagshaw by the back of the neck (which might have been considerably less conspicuous had the Bagshaws not been dressed as chimney sweeps). Kat turned back to Hale. ‘The Mary Poppins?’ ‘Seemed like a good idea at the time. – Ally Carter • Every year, dads will dress up as Santa and try to surprise their kids by coming down the chimney, and every year, a dad gets stuck and dies. -Kyle Dunnigan • Fear no more the heat o’ th’ sun Nor the furious winters’ rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. – William Shakespeare • From whence it happens, that they which trust to books, do as they that cast up many little sums into a greater, without considering whether those little sums were rightly cast up or not; and at last finding the error visible, and not mistrusting their first grounds, know not which way to clear themselves; but spend time in fluttering over their books, as birds that entering by the chimney, and finding themselves enclosed in a chamber, flutter at the false light of a glass window, for want of wit to consider which way they came in. – Thomas Hobbes • Gain may be temporary and uncertain; but ever while you live, expense is constant and certain: and it is easier to build two chimneys than to keep one in fuel. – Benjamin Franklin • Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust. – William Shakespeare • Halfway down a by-street of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, facing towards various points of the compass, and a huge, clustered chimney in the midst. The street is Pyncheon Street; the house is the old Pyncheon House; and an elm-tree, of wide circumference, rooted before the door, is familiar to every town-born child by the title of the Pyncheon Elm. – Nathaniel Hawthorne • Have you noticed how nobody ever looks up? Nobody looks at chimneys, or trees against the sky, or the tops of buildings. Everybody just looks down at the pavement or their shoes. The whole world could pass them by and most people wouldn’t notice. – Julie Andrews • He describes it as a large apartment, with a red brick floor and a capacious chimney; the ceiling garnished with hams, sides of bacon, and ropes of onions. – Charles Dickens • I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat – O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should’st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance! – Christopher Marlowe • I got a flue shot and now my chimney works perfectly. – Steve Martin • I have discovered the secret of happiness – it is work, either with the hands or the head. The moment I have something to do, the draughts are open and my chimney draws, and I am happy. – John Burroughs • I have never felt like I was creating anything. For me, writing is like walking through a desert and all at once, poking up through the hardpan, I see the top of a chimney. I know there’s a house under there, and I’m pretty sure that I can dig it up if I want. That’s how I feel. It’s like the stories are already there. What they pay me for is the leap of faith that says: ‘If I sit down and do this, everything will come out okay.’ – Stephen King • I reveled in the smallness, the coziness of an upstairs bedroom in a traditional American Cape Cod house the half-floor that forces you to duck, to feel small and naive again, ready for anything, dying for love, your body a chimney filled with odd, black smoke. These square, squat, awkward rooms are like a fifty-square-foot paean to teenage-hood, to ripeness, to the first and last taste of youth. – Gary Shteyngart • I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I hear. How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry Every black’ning Church appalls; And the hapless Soldier’s sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls. But most thro’ midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot’s curse Blasts the new born Infant’s tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse. – William Blake • I was lookin’ high an’ low for them Reds everywhere, I was lookin’ in the sink an’ underneath the chair. I looked way up my chimney hole, I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl. – Bob Dylan • I wish we could grow up about it, I’m sure we are contributing to global warming, and we must do all we can to reduce that, but our climate has always changed. The Romans had vineyards in Yorkshire. We’re all on this bandwagon of ‘Ban the 4×4 in Fulham’. Why didn’t we have global warming during the Industrial Revolution? In those days you couldn’t have seen across the street for all the carbon emissions and the crap coming out of the chimneys. – Alan Titchmarsh • I’d like to start with the chimney jokes – I’ve got a stack of them. The first one is on the house. – Tim Vine • If a man will kick a fact out of the window, when he comes back he finds it again in the chimney corner. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • If SANTA CLAUS came down the chimney in a f**king jogging suit, you wouldn’t even know it was him. – Wayne Coyne • If you cannot avoid a quarrel with a blackguard, let your lawyer manage it, rather than yourself. No man sweeps his own chimney, but employs a chimney-sweeper, who has no objection to dirty work, because it is his trade. – Charles Caleb Colton • If you really think there’s a Santa, why don’t you sit on the front steps all night in the freezing cold and see if he climbs down any chimneys tonight. Good luck. And since we’re a family that isn’t lucky enough to have a chimney, how would Santa get into our house? Does he bring a locksmith with him? And it probably would have to be a Jewish locksmith, because a Christian locksmith is going to want to be home with his family. And how many Jewish locksmiths are there? None. – Lewis Black • I’m not an author, I’m a writer, that’s all I am. Authors want their names down in history; I want to keep the smoke coming out of the chimney. – Mickey Spillane • In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts, whose windows and doors are halfconcealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends…. We enjoy now, not an Oriental, but a Boreal leisure, around warm stoves and fireplaces, and watch the shadow of motes in the sunbeams. – Henry David Thoreau • Infectious disease is one of the few genuine adventures left in the world. The dragons are all dead and the lance grows rusty in the chimney corner. … About the only sporting proposition that remains unimpaired by the relentless domestication of a once free-living human species is the war against those ferocious little fellow creatures, which lurk in dark corners and stalk us in the bodies of rats, mice and all kinds of domestic animals; which fly and crawl with the insects, and waylay us in our food and drink and even in our love – Hans Zinsser • Is Adrian here?” “Who?” “Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.” She frowned. “Do you mean Jet?” “I … I’m not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?” The girl nodded sagely. “Yup. You must mean Jet. – Richelle Mead • It is easier to build two chimneys than to keep one in fuel. – Benjamin Franklin • It is far more probable that our senses should deceive us, than that an old woman should be carried up a chimney on a broom stick; and that it is far less astonishing that witnesses should lie, than that witches should perform the acts that were alleged. – Michel de Montaigne • It is this refrain that we hear repeated by everyone: you are not at home, this is not a sanatorium, the only exit is by way of the Chimney. (What did it mean? Soon we were all to learn what it meant.) – Primo Levi • Its tall chimneys throw up black smoke, impregnating everything with soot, and the miners’ faces as they traveled the streets were also imbued with that ancient melancholy of smoke, unifying everything with its grayish monotones, a perfect coupling with the gray mountain days. – Che Guevara • It’s understandable that people are keeping one eye on the pot and another up the chimney. – Kevin Keegan • Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine… The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights. – Thomas Campion • Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine. – Thomas Campion • Make the doors upon a woman’s wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and ’twill out at the key-hole; stop that, ’twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney. – William Shakespeare • Maybe that whole love thing is just a grown-up version of Santa Claus; just a myth we’ve been fed since childhood. So, we keep buying magazines, joining clubs, and doing therapy and watching movies with hit pop songs played over love montages all in a pathetic attempt to explain why our love Santa keeps getting caught in the chimney. – Meg Ryan • Morality has in the past made progress when we broadened the category of things we weren’t permitted to harm (animals, ‘infidels’); saw through some delusions and rationalisations about what harms are good for people themselves (prison punishment, hysterectomies for unhappy 1950s wives); and readjusted our for-the-good of others criteria so as to demand only reasonable sacrifices (ceasing to use children as handy chimney sweeps). – Catherine Wilson • Most religion-mongers have bated their paradises with a bit of toasted cheese. They have tempted the body with large promises of possessions in their transmortal El Dorado. Sancho Panza will not quit his chimney-corner, but under promise of imaginary islands to govern. – James Russell Lowell • My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? When the lightning strikes shadows on the bedroom wall and the rain taps at the window with its long fingernails? No. When fear and cold make a statue of you in your bed, don’t expect hard-boned and fleshless truth to come running to your aid. What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The soothing, rocking safety of a lie. – Diane Setterfield • My neighbor’s not even listening to me. He’s all excited about some garden hose he bought at Brookstone. He’s convinced it was designed by NASA. “Actually, it’s got two nozzles, one for the hot and one for the…” Really? Is it long enough to go around both our necks and the chimney so we can tandem jump off of this? That’s all I really care about you and your little garden hose. – Bill Burr • My once-keen analytical mind has become so dulled by endless hours of baking in the hot sun, thrashing about in tight chimneys, pulling at impossibly heavy loads, freezing my ass off…. so that now my mental state is comparable to that of a Peruvian Indian, well stoked on coca leaves. – Warren G. Harding • Nick, fetch my car, fetch my clothes, sweep the chimney, make my bed, watch my psychopath, fetch my slippers.’ Yeah, I’ll fetch those slippers and stick them someplace real uncomfortable. I swear, my mother should have named me Fido. (Nick) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • Nick, fetch my car, fetch my clothes, sweep the chimney, make my bed, watch my psychopath, fetch my slippers. – Sherrilyn Kenyon • No amount of rationalisation, reform, or Freudian analysis can quite annul the thrill of the chimney-corner whisper or the lonely wood. – H. P. Lovecraft • No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful? – Bertrand Russell • Non- Euclidean calculus and quantum physics are enough to stretch any brain; and when one mixes them with folklore, and tries to trace a strange background of multi-dimensional reality behind the ghoulish hints of Gothic tales and the wild whispers of the chimney-corner, one can hardly expect to be wholly free from mental tension. (Dreams In The Witch-House) – H. P. Lovecraft • Now I am old-fashioned. A woman, I consider, should be womanly. I have no patience with the modern neurotic girl who jazzes from morning to night, smokes like a chimney, and uses language which would make a billingsgate fishwoman blush! – Agatha Christie • Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most so. It looked as if it had once been a large house of entertainment; but the roof had fallen in, in many places, and the stairs were steep, rugged, and broken. There was a huge fire-place in the room into which they walked, and the chimney was blackened with smoke; but no warm blaze lighted it up now. The white feathery dust of burnt wood was still strewed over the hearth, but the stove was cold, and all was dark and gloomy. – Charles Dickens • One day the wind blew through the town, and oh, how merry it was! It whistled down the chimneys, and scampered round the corners, and sang in the tree tops. “Come and dance, come and dance, come and dance with me,” that is what it seemed to say. – Maud Lindsay • One may have a blazing hearth in one’s soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way. – Vincent Van Gogh • One sparrow is worth a thousand gulls, When it sings. The gull sits on chimney-tops. He mocks the guinea, challenges The crow, inciting various modes. The sparrow requites one, without intent. – Wallace Stevens • Our secret thoughts – do they ever show up? The small flame of our soul can be burning hot, but no one comes to its warmth. Passersby see only a small whiff going through the chimney. Don’t we need to take care of that flame, cherish it and patiently wait until someone will come and sit at it, do we? – Irving Stone • P.S. If it’s not a secret, will you tell me how you got my dollhouse inside our living room last Christmas? I know its too big to fit down the chimney. I measured. – Joanne Fluke • Praise the invisible sun burning beyond the white cold sky, giving us light and the chimney’s shadow. – Denise Levertov • She finds tales everywhere, in grains of sand she picks up from the garden, in puffs of smoke that drift out from the chimneys of the village, in fragments of smooth timber or glass in the jetsam. She will ask them, “Where did you come from? How did you get here?” And they will answer her in voices very like her own, but with new lilts and squeaks and splashes in them that show they are their own. – David Almond • She grew more and more silent about what really mattered. She curled inside herself like one of those black chimney brushes, the little shellfish you see on the beach, and you touch them, and then go inside and don’t come out. – Janet Frame • She’d become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she’d taken to it well. She’d sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she’d beat herself to death with her own umbrella. – Terry Pratchett • Silkes and Satins put out the fire in the chimney. – George Herbert • Sitting by the chimney corner as we grow old, the commonest things around us take on live meanings and hint at the difference between these driving times and the calm, slow moving days when we were young. – Rebecca Harding Davis • Smell and taste are in fact but a single composite sense, whose laboratory is the mouth and its chimney the nose. – Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin • Smoke like a chimney, work like a horse, eat without thinking, go for a walk only in really pleasant company. – Albert Einstein • Snowstorms may yet whiten fields and gardens, high winds may howl about the trees and chimneys, but the little blue heralds persistently proclaim from the orchard and the garden that the spring procession has begun to move. – Neltje Blanchan • Soldiers in peace are like chimneys in summer. – William Cecil, 1st Baron Burghley • Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room As though dried straw, and if we turn about The bare chimney is gone black out Because the work had finished in that flare. – William Butler Yeats • Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a long time in the chimney, cover themselves with soot, and bring nothing away but a bag of cinders, and then sing from the top of the house as if they had built it. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • Someday I’ll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds Are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops that’s where you’ll find me – Eva Cassidy • Sometimes, looking up at Sophiatown… I have felt I was looking at an Italian village somewhere in Umbria. For you do ‘look up’ at Sophiatown, and in the evening light, across the blue-grey haze of smoke from braziers and chimneys, against a saffron sky, you see close-packed, red-roofed little houses. …And above it all you see the Church of Christ the King, its tower visible north, south, east, and west. – Trevor Huddleston • Souldiers in peace are like chimneys in summer. – George Herbert • Such Roots as are soft, your best way is to dry in the Sun, or else hang them up in the Chimney corner upon a string; as for such as are hard you may dry them any where. – Nicholas Culpeper • The American Petroleum Institute filed suit against the EPA [and] charged that the agency was suppressing a scientific study for fear it might be misinterpreted… The suppressed study reveals that 80 percent of air pollution comes not from chimneys and auto exhaust pipes, but from plants and trees. – Ronald Reagan • The best way that a man could test his readiness to encounter the common variety of mankind would be to climb down a chimney into any house at random, and get on as well as possible with the people inside. And that is essentially what each one of us did on the day that he was born. – Gilbert K. Chesterton • The chimney is to some extent an independent structure, standing on the ground, and rising through the house to the heavens; evenafter the house is burned it still stands sometimes, and its importance and independence are apparent. – Henry David Thoreau • The city itself swung slowly toward us silent as a dream. No sign of life but puffs of steam from skyscraper chimneys, the motion of the traffic. The mighty towers stood like tombstones in a graveyard, leaning against the sky and waiting for — for what? Someday we’ll know. – Edward Abbey • The city was asleep on its right side and shaking with violent nightmares. Long puffs of snoring came out of the chimneys. Its feet were sticking out because the clouds did not cover it altogether. There was a hole in them and the white feathers were falling out. The city had untied all its bridges like so many buttons to feel at ease. Wherever there was a lamplight the city scratched itself until it went out. – Anais Nin • The clouds were flying fast, the wind was coming up in gusts, banging some neighboring shutters that had broken loose, twirling the rusty chimney-cowls and weathercocks, and rushing round and round a confined adjacent churchyard as if it had a mind to blow the dead citizens out of their graves. The low thunder, muttering in all quarters of the sky at once, seemed to threaten vengeance for this attempted desecration, and to mutter, “Let them rest! Let them rest! – Charles Dickens • The experienced illustrator subscribes to the principle of the application of the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair. Should inspiration whisk down your chimney, be at your table. The first ten thousand drawings are the hardest. Put another way, you have ten thousand bad drawings within and should expel them as quickly as possible. – Wallace Tripp • The Gingerbread House has four walls, a roof, a door, a window, and a chimney. It is decorated with many sweet culinary delights on the outside.But on the inside there is nothing-only the bare gingerbread walls.It is not a real house-not until you decide to add a Gingerbread Room.That’s when the stories can move in.They will stay in residence for as long as you abstain from taking the first gingerbread bite. – Vera Nazarian • The image by Barry Blitt of Barack Obama and Michelle in the White House with him dressed as a terrorist, her dressed as an Angela Davis character, a flag burning in the chimney, a portrait of Bin Laden on the wall is an image I’m extremely proud of. – Francoise Mouly • The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. Only after death, only in solitude, does a man’s true nature emerge. In death, as on the chimney sweep’s Saturday night, the soot gets washed from his body. • The rain and hail pattered against the glass; the chimneys quaked and rocked; the crazy casement rattled with the wind, as though an impatient hand inside were striving to burst it open. But no hand was there, and it opened no more. – Charles Dickens • The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful? – Annie Dillard • The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour. – Charles Dickens • The south-wind strengthens to a gale, / Across the moon the clouds fly fast, / The house is smitten as with a flail, / The chimney shudders to the blast. – Robert Bridges • The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. – Clement Clarke Moore • The thing to remember about love affairs,” says Simone, “is that they are all like having raccoons in your chimney.” … We have raccoons sometimes in our chimney,” explains Simone. And once we tried to smoke them out. We lit a fire, knowing they were there, but we hoped the smoke would cause them to scurry out the top and never come back. Instead, they caught on fire and came crashing down into our living room, all charred and in flames and running madly around until they dropped dead.” Simone swallows some wine. “Love affairs are like that,” she says. “They are all like that. – Lorrie Moore • The things I believed in dont exist any more. It’s foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now. – Cormac McCarthy • The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats. Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows’ Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked. – Ray Bradbury • The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps. – T. S. Eliot • The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap And seeing that it was a soft October night Curled once about the house, and fell asleep – T. S. Eliot • Their bodies will be raised from the dead as vessels for the soul-vessels of wrath. The soul will breathe hell-fire, and smoke and coal will seem to hang upon its burning lips, yea the face, eyes, and ears will seem to be chimneys and vents for the flame, and the smoke of the burning , which God, by His breath, hath kindled therein, and upon, them, which will be held one in another, to the great torment and distress of each other. – John Bunyan • Their houses are all built in the shape of tents, with very high chimneys. – Christopher Columbus • There did he sit shrivelled in his chimney corner, fretting on account of his weak legs, world weary, will weary, and one day he suffocated through his excessive pity. – Friedrich Nietzsche • There is in every American, I think, something of the old Daniel Boone – who, when he could see the smoke from another chimney, felt himself too crowded and moved further out into the wilderness. – Hubert H. Humphrey • There’s no way the new chimney will fall down, Lu. Not with you in charge. It wouldn’t dare. – Angie Sage • This is a valley of ashes–a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of gray cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-gray men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud, which screens their obscure operations from your sight. – F. Scott Fitzgerald • Tis easier to build two chimneys, then to maintaine one. – George Herbert • To thousands of elder women in the late sixties and early seventies [the private women’s club movement] came like a new gospel ofactivity and service. They had reared their children and seen them take flight; moreover, they had fought through the war, their hearts in the field, their fingers plying needle and thread. They had been active in committees and commissions, the country over; had learned to work with and beside men, finding joy and companionship and inspiration in such work. How could they go back to the chimney-corner life of the fifties? – Laura E. Richards • Too much! Wait till you have lived here longer. Look down the valley! See the cloud of a hundred chimneys that overshadows it! I tell you that the cloud of murder hangs thicker and lower than that over the heads of the people. It is the Valley of Fear, the Valley of Death. The terror is in the hearts of the people from the dusk to the dawn. Wait, young man, and you will learn for yourself. – Arthur Conan Doyle • Two bones fell down my chimney and into the bedroom this morning. Hysterical thing to happen to a thriller writer. Murderous ravens perhaps? – Tobsha Learner • Walking the streets on winter nights kept him warm, despite the cold nocturnal passions of uprising winds. His footsteps led between trade-marked houses, two up and two down, with digital chimneys like pigs’ tits on the rooftops sending up heat and smoke into the cold trough of a windy sky. Stars hid like snipers, taking aim now and again when clouds gave them a loophole. Winter was an easy time for him to hide his secrets, for each dark street patted his shoulder and became a friend, and the gaseous eye of each lamp glowed unwinking as he passed. – Alan Sillitoe • We all ought to understand we’re on our own. Believing in Santa Claus doesn’t do kids any harm for a few years but it isn’t smart for them to continue waiting all their lives for him to come down the chimney with something wonderful. Santa Claus and God are cousins. – Andy Rooney • We are constituted a good deal like chickens, which, taken from the hen, and put in a basket of cotton in the chimney-corner, willoften peep till they die, nevertheless; but if you put in a book, or anything heavy, which will press down the cotton, and feel like the hen, they go to sleep directly. – Henry David Thoreau • We came to the house, and it is an old house, full of great chimneys where wood is burnt on ancient dogs upon the hearth, and grim portraits (some of them with grim legends, too) lower distrustfully from the oaken panels of the walls. – Charles Dickens • We have not wondered enough at the delights God has given us to appreciate them, and be good stewards. We have overworked the land, poured pollutants into river and stream, fouled the air we breathe with gas fumes and chemical smoke spiraling up from industrial chimneys. We have sown the wind. We are reaping the whirlwind. – Madeleine L’Engle • We launch our souls from the cannons of art and discipline, and on any one night, hovering over the chimney tops of Europe, halfway to the stars, there are armies of brightly spinning spirits that have risen like fireworks, tethered to the souls of those men and women who, by reflection, mortification, and devotion, effortlessly outdazzle kings. – Mark Helprin • Westminster Abbey, the Tower, a steeple, one church, and then another, presented themselves to our view; and we could now plainly distinguish the high round chimneys on the tops of the houses, which yet seemed to us to form an innumerable number of smaller spires, or steeples. – Karl Philipp Moritz • What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? – Diane Setterfield • When an alluring woman comes in at the door,” warningly traced the austere Kien-fi on the margin of his well-known essay, “discretion may be found up the chimney”. It is incredible that beneath this ever-timely reminder an obscure disciple should have added the words: “The wiser the sage, the more profound the folly. – Ernest Bramah • When I walk across my living room from my chimney to my window, it takes me 10 seconds, but for a bird it takes one second, and for oxygen zero seconds! – Jean-Claude Van Damme • When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness. – Jonathan Safran Foer • When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. – William Blake • When we hold onto the negative in ourselves it comes with endless guilt. We hold onto a lifetime of floating visions and regrets about what we should have done or should have become. Conscience recognizes wrong and tries to atone. But guilt turns into resentment. Conscience brings us closer to each other; guilt drives us apart. Create a new feeling. Every time guilt settles in your stomach, write “I forgive” on a piece of paper. Send it up the chimney, tear it up and flush it, put it in the garbage. Don’t eat it. – Jennifer James • When we talk of architecture, people usually think of something static; this is wrong. What we are thinking of is an architecture similar to the dynamic and musical architecture achieved by the Futurist musician Pratella. Architecture is found in the movement of colours, of smoke from a chimney and in metallic structures, when they are expressed in states of mind which are violent and chaotic. – Carlo Carra • When you were sleeping on the sofa I put my ear to your ear and listened to the echo of your dreams. That is the ocean I want to dive in, merge with the bright fish, plankton and pirate ships. I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you and ask them the questions I would ask you. Can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke rising from a chimney? Can I swing like Tarzan in the jungle of your breathing? I don’t wish I was in your arms, I just wish I was peddling a bicycle toward your arms. – Jeffrey McDaniel • Where you thinke there is bacon, there is no Chimney. – George Herbert • With a tale, forsooth, he cometh unto you; with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner. – Philip Sidney • With gas cookers and chip pans in every kitchen, the chip-pan fire was by far the most popular method these Proddies had for burning their houses down. The second technique was the ever popular chimney fire and number three had to be the drunken cigarette drop on the carpet. Mind you, why they’d be cooking chips at this hour was anyone’s guess. – Adrian McKinty • Writing was a chimney for my blazing ambitions. – Storm Jameson • You can’t build a chimney from the top, you know. – Marian Anderson • You have these ‘hot towers’, tropical storm clouds acting like chimneys to carry heat to the upper atmosphere. – Peter May • Your goal is to achieve the best results by following their wishes. If they want you to build a house upside down standing on its chimney, it’s up to you to do it. – Richard Morris Hunt

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• A cold blast hit him and he laughed at the sting as he stepped outside, surveyed the night sky, and drank deeply. Such a good liar he was. Such a good one. Everyone thought he was fine because he’d camo’d his little problems. He wore a Sox hat to hide the eye twitch. Set his wristwatch to go off every half hour to beat back the dream. Ate though he wasn’t angry. Laughed though he found nothing funny. And he’d always smoked like a chimney. – J.R. Ward • A factory can be closed down, its chimneys smokeless, waiting for the worker to come back to his job, and all will be peaceful. But the moment workers are imported, and the striker sees his own place usurped, there is bound to be trouble. – Charles M. Schwab • A legal broom’s a moral chimney-sweeper, And that’s the reason he himself’s so dirty – Lord Byron • A Mocking Bird regularly resorts to the south angle of a chimney top and salutes us with sweetest notes from the rising of the moon until about midnight. – John James Audubon • A picture without sky has no glory. This present, unless we see gleaming beyond it the eternal calm of the heavens, above the tossing tree tops with withering leaves, and the smoky chimneys, is a poor thing for our eyes to gaze at, or our hearts to love, or our hands to toil on. – Alexander MacLaren • Accurately recalling an entire day of fishing is like trying to push smoke back down a chimney, so you settle on these specific moments. – John Gierach • And further, I tell you that the Jew is right, when he acts as he does – because we are too timid to be as German as the Jew is Jewish! … It happened at the time of the [Bavarian] Soviet Republic: When the unleashed subhumans rambled murdering through the streets, the deputies hid behind a chimney in the Bavarian parliament. – Julius Streicher • And so there would always be more to remember that could no longer be seen…our history is always returning to a little patch of weeds and saplings with an old chimney sticking up by itself…and here I look ahead to the resting of my case: I love the house that belonged to the chimney, holding it bright in memory, and love the saplings and the weeds. – Wendell Berry • And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined chimney rising our of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer–apples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of times vicissitude. – Nathaniel Hawthorne • Anyone who is not an anarchist agrees with having a policeman at the corner of the street; but the danger at present is that of finding the policeman half-way down the chimney or even under the bed. – Gilbert K. Chesterton • As artists and traders in medieval cities began to form organizations, they instituted tough initiation ceremonies. Journeymen in Bergen, Norway, were shoved down a chimney, thrown three times into the sea, and soundly whipped. Such rites made belonging to the guild or corporation more precious to those who were accepted, and survived. – Isaac Asimov • As for me, I rarely write a song. But when I do write a song, like “Ain’t No Chimneys in the Projects,” which came to me at three a.m. one morning, on a whim – I get a percentage. • At present I am using a good sized bedroom in the 2 bedroom house here as a studio, and it is large enough to step back from my canvases, and has a good north light. It should serve very well until I can afford to have the storeroom half of the back building lined and insulated and a chimney put in. That may be in about two years. – E. J. Hughes

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[clickbank-storefront-bestselling] • Christmas Pie Lo! now is come our joyfull’st feast! Let every man be jolly; Each room with ivy leaves is dressed, And every post with holly. Now all our neighbours’ chimneys smoke, And Christmas blocks are burning; Their ovens they with bakemeats choke, And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie, And if for cold it hap to die, We’ll bury it in a Christmas pie, And ever more be merry. – George Wither • Even the pictures I was doing at college – a little narrative based on a butterfly catcher, or a chimney sweep – the images were always telling stories. They were all scenarios and moods which I storyboarded and worked through – it’s exactly what I do now. – Tim Walker • Every head turned to see two more security guards appear, each holding a Bagshaw by the back of the neck (which might have been considerably less conspicuous had the Bagshaws not been dressed as chimney sweeps). Kat turned back to Hale. ‘The Mary Poppins?’ ‘Seemed like a good idea at the time. – Ally Carter • Every year, dads will dress up as Santa and try to surprise their kids by coming down the chimney, and every year, a dad gets stuck and dies. -Kyle Dunnigan • Fear no more the heat o’ th’ sun Nor the furious winters’ rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. – William Shakespeare • From whence it happens, that they which trust to books, do as they that cast up many little sums into a greater, without considering whether those little sums were rightly cast up or not; and at last finding the error visible, and not mistrusting their first grounds, know not which way to clear themselves; but spend time in fluttering over their books, as birds that entering by the chimney, and finding themselves enclosed in a chamber, flutter at the false light of a glass window, for want of wit to consider which way they came in. – Thomas Hobbes • Gain may be temporary and uncertain; but ever while you live, expense is constant and certain: and it is easier to build two chimneys than to keep one in fuel. – Benjamin Franklin • Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust. – William Shakespeare • Halfway down a by-street of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, facing towards various points of the compass, and a huge, clustered chimney in the midst. The street is Pyncheon Street; the house is the old Pyncheon House; and an elm-tree, of wide circumference, rooted before the door, is familiar to every town-born child by the title of the Pyncheon Elm. – Nathaniel Hawthorne • Have you noticed how nobody ever looks up? Nobody looks at chimneys, or trees against the sky, or the tops of buildings. Everybody just looks down at the pavement or their shoes. The whole world could pass them by and most people wouldn’t notice. – Julie Andrews • He describes it as a large apartment, with a red brick floor and a capacious chimney; the ceiling garnished with hams, sides of bacon, and ropes of onions. – Charles Dickens • I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat – O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should’st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance! – Christopher Marlowe • I got a flue shot and now my chimney works perfectly. – Steve Martin • I have discovered the secret of happiness – it is work, either with the hands or the head. The moment I have something to do, the draughts are open and my chimney draws, and I am happy. – John Burroughs • I have never felt like I was creating anything. For me, writing is like walking through a desert and all at once, poking up through the hardpan, I see the top of a chimney. I know there’s a house under there, and I’m pretty sure that I can dig it up if I want. That’s how I feel. It’s like the stories are already there. What they pay me for is the leap of faith that says: ‘If I sit down and do this, everything will come out okay.’ – Stephen King • I reveled in the smallness, the coziness of an upstairs bedroom in a traditional American Cape Cod house the half-floor that forces you to duck, to feel small and naive again, ready for anything, dying for love, your body a chimney filled with odd, black smoke. These square, squat, awkward rooms are like a fifty-square-foot paean to teenage-hood, to ripeness, to the first and last taste of youth. – Gary Shteyngart • I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I hear. How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry Every black’ning Church appalls; And the hapless Soldier’s sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls. But most thro’ midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot’s curse Blasts the new born Infant’s tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse. – William Blake • I was lookin’ high an’ low for them Reds everywhere, I was lookin’ in the sink an’ underneath the chair. I looked way up my chimney hole, I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl. – Bob Dylan • I wish we could grow up about it, I’m sure we are contributing to global warming, and we must do all we can to reduce that, but our climate has always changed. The Romans had vineyards in Yorkshire. We’re all on this bandwagon of ‘Ban the 4×4 in Fulham’. Why didn’t we have global warming during the Industrial Revolution? In those days you couldn’t have seen across the street for all the carbon emissions and the crap coming out of the chimneys. – Alan Titchmarsh • I’d like to start with the chimney jokes – I’ve got a stack of them. The first one is on the house. – Tim Vine • If a man will kick a fact out of the window, when he comes back he finds it again in the chimney corner. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • If SANTA CLAUS came down the chimney in a f**king jogging suit, you wouldn’t even know it was him. – Wayne Coyne • If you cannot avoid a quarrel with a blackguard, let your lawyer manage it, rather than yourself. No man sweeps his own chimney, but employs a chimney-sweeper, who has no objection to dirty work, because it is his trade. – Charles Caleb Colton • If you really think there’s a Santa, why don’t you sit on the front steps all night in the freezing cold and see if he climbs down any chimneys tonight. Good luck. And since we’re a family that isn’t lucky enough to have a chimney, how would Santa get into our house? Does he bring a locksmith with him? And it probably would have to be a Jewish locksmith, because a Christian locksmith is going to want to be home with his family. And how many Jewish locksmiths are there? None. – Lewis Black • I’m not an author, I’m a writer, that’s all I am. Authors want their names down in history; I want to keep the smoke coming out of the chimney. – Mickey Spillane • In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts, whose windows and doors are halfconcealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends…. We enjoy now, not an Oriental, but a Boreal leisure, around warm stoves and fireplaces, and watch the shadow of motes in the sunbeams. – Henry David Thoreau • Infectious disease is one of the few genuine adventures left in the world. The dragons are all dead and the lance grows rusty in the chimney corner. … About the only sporting proposition that remains unimpaired by the relentless domestication of a once free-living human species is the war against those ferocious little fellow creatures, which lurk in dark corners and stalk us in the bodies of rats, mice and all kinds of domestic animals; which fly and crawl with the insects, and waylay us in our food and drink and even in our love – Hans Zinsser • Is Adrian here?” “Who?” “Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.” She frowned. “Do you mean Jet?” “I … I’m not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?” The girl nodded sagely. “Yup. You must mean Jet. – Richelle Mead • It is easier to build two chimneys than to keep one in fuel. – Benjamin Franklin • It is far more probable that our senses should deceive us, than that an old woman should be carried up a chimney on a broom stick; and that it is far less astonishing that witnesses should lie, than that witches should perform the acts that were alleged. – Michel de Montaigne • It is this refrain that we hear repeated by everyone: you are not at home, this is not a sanatorium, the only exit is by way of the Chimney. (What did it mean? Soon we were all to learn what it meant.) – Primo Levi • Its tall chimneys throw up black smoke, impregnating everything with soot, and the miners’ faces as they traveled the streets were also imbued with that ancient melancholy of smoke, unifying everything with its grayish monotones, a perfect coupling with the gray mountain days. – Che Guevara • It’s understandable that people are keeping one eye on the pot and another up the chimney. – Kevin Keegan • Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine… The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights. – Thomas Campion • Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine. – Thomas Campion • Make the doors upon a woman’s wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and ’twill out at the key-hole; stop that, ’twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney. – William Shakespeare • Maybe that whole love thing is just a grown-up version of Santa Claus; just a myth we’ve been fed since childhood. So, we keep buying magazines, joining clubs, and doing therapy and watching movies with hit pop songs played over love montages all in a pathetic attempt to explain why our love Santa keeps getting caught in the chimney. – Meg Ryan • Morality has in the past made progress when we broadened the category of things we weren’t permitted to harm (animals, ‘infidels’); saw through some delusions and rationalisations about what harms are good for people themselves (prison punishment, hysterectomies for unhappy 1950s wives); and readjusted our for-the-good of others criteria so as to demand only reasonable sacrifices (ceasing to use children as handy chimney sweeps). – Catherine Wilson • Most religion-mongers have bated their paradises with a bit of toasted cheese. They have tempted the body with large promises of possessions in their transmortal El Dorado. Sancho Panza will not quit his chimney-corner, but under promise of imaginary islands to govern. – James Russell Lowell • My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? When the lightning strikes shadows on the bedroom wall and the rain taps at the window with its long fingernails? No. When fear and cold make a statue of you in your bed, don’t expect hard-boned and fleshless truth to come running to your aid. What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The soothing, rocking safety of a lie. – Diane Setterfield • My neighbor’s not even listening to me. He’s all excited about some garden hose he bought at Brookstone. He’s convinced it was designed by NASA. “Actually, it’s got two nozzles, one for the hot and one for the…” Really? Is it long enough to go around both our necks and the chimney so we can tandem jump off of this? That’s all I really care about you and your little garden hose. – Bill Burr • My once-keen analytical mind has become so dulled by endless hours of baking in the hot sun, thrashing about in tight chimneys, pulling at impossibly heavy loads, freezing my ass off…. so that now my mental state is comparable to that of a Peruvian Indian, well stoked on coca leaves. – Warren G. Harding • Nick, fetch my car, fetch my clothes, sweep the chimney, make my bed, watch my psychopath, fetch my slippers.’ Yeah, I’ll fetch those slippers and stick them someplace real uncomfortable. I swear, my mother should have named me Fido. (Nick) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • Nick, fetch my car, fetch my clothes, sweep the chimney, make my bed, watch my psychopath, fetch my slippers. – Sherrilyn Kenyon • No amount of rationalisation, reform, or Freudian analysis can quite annul the thrill of the chimney-corner whisper or the lonely wood. – H. P. Lovecraft • No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful? – Bertrand Russell • Non- Euclidean calculus and quantum physics are enough to stretch any brain; and when one mixes them with folklore, and tries to trace a strange background of multi-dimensional reality behind the ghoulish hints of Gothic tales and the wild whispers of the chimney-corner, one can hardly expect to be wholly free from mental tension. (Dreams In The Witch-House) – H. P. Lovecraft • Now I am old-fashioned. A woman, I consider, should be womanly. I have no patience with the modern neurotic girl who jazzes from morning to night, smokes like a chimney, and uses language which would make a billingsgate fishwoman blush! – Agatha Christie • Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most so. It looked as if it had once been a large house of entertainment; but the roof had fallen in, in many places, and the stairs were steep, rugged, and broken. There was a huge fire-place in the room into which they walked, and the chimney was blackened with smoke; but no warm blaze lighted it up now. The white feathery dust of burnt wood was still strewed over the hearth, but the stove was cold, and all was dark and gloomy. – Charles Dickens • One day the wind blew through the town, and oh, how merry it was! It whistled down the chimneys, and scampered round the corners, and sang in the tree tops. “Come and dance, come and dance, come and dance with me,” that is what it seemed to say. – Maud Lindsay • One may have a blazing hearth in one’s soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way. – Vincent Van Gogh • One sparrow is worth a thousand gulls, When it sings. The gull sits on chimney-tops. He mocks the guinea, challenges The crow, inciting various modes. The sparrow requites one, without intent. – Wallace Stevens • Our secret thoughts – do they ever show up? The small flame of our soul can be burning hot, but no one comes to its warmth. Passersby see only a small whiff going through the chimney. Don’t we need to take care of that flame, cherish it and patiently wait until someone will come and sit at it, do we? – Irving Stone • P.S. If it’s not a secret, will you tell me how you got my dollhouse inside our living room last Christmas? I know its too big to fit down the chimney. I measured. – Joanne Fluke • Praise the invisible sun burning beyond the white cold sky, giving us light and the chimney’s shadow. – Denise Levertov • She finds tales everywhere, in grains of sand she picks up from the garden, in puffs of smoke that drift out from the chimneys of the village, in fragments of smooth timber or glass in the jetsam. She will ask them, “Where did you come from? How did you get here?” And they will answer her in voices very like her own, but with new lilts and squeaks and splashes in them that show they are their own. – David Almond • She grew more and more silent about what really mattered. She curled inside herself like one of those black chimney brushes, the little shellfish you see on the beach, and you touch them, and then go inside and don’t come out. – Janet Frame • She’d become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she’d taken to it well. She’d sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she’d beat herself to death with her own umbrella. – Terry Pratchett • Silkes and Satins put out the fire in the chimney. – George Herbert • Sitting by the chimney corner as we grow old, the commonest things around us take on live meanings and hint at the difference between these driving times and the calm, slow moving days when we were young. – Rebecca Harding Davis • Smell and taste are in fact but a single composite sense, whose laboratory is the mouth and its chimney the nose. – Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin • Smoke like a chimney, work like a horse, eat without thinking, go for a walk only in really pleasant company. – Albert Einstein • Snowstorms may yet whiten fields and gardens, high winds may howl about the trees and chimneys, but the little blue heralds persistently proclaim from the orchard and the garden that the spring procession has begun to move. – Neltje Blanchan • Soldiers in peace are like chimneys in summer. – William Cecil, 1st Baron Burghley • Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room As though dried straw, and if we turn about The bare chimney is gone black out Because the work had finished in that flare. – William Butler Yeats • Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a long time in the chimney, cover themselves with soot, and bring nothing away but a bag of cinders, and then sing from the top of the house as if they had built it. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • Someday I’ll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds Are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops that’s where you’ll find me – Eva Cassidy • Sometimes, looking up at Sophiatown… I have felt I was looking at an Italian village somewhere in Umbria. For you do ‘look up’ at Sophiatown, and in the evening light, across the blue-grey haze of smoke from braziers and chimneys, against a saffron sky, you see close-packed, red-roofed little houses. …And above it all you see the Church of Christ the King, its tower visible north, south, east, and west. – Trevor Huddleston • Souldiers in peace are like chimneys in summer. – George Herbert • Such Roots as are soft, your best way is to dry in the Sun, or else hang them up in the Chimney corner upon a string; as for such as are hard you may dry them any where. – Nicholas Culpeper • The American Petroleum Institute filed suit against the EPA [and] charged that the agency was suppressing a scientific study for fear it might be misinterpreted… The suppressed study reveals that 80 percent of air pollution comes not from chimneys and auto exhaust pipes, but from plants and trees. – Ronald Reagan • The best way that a man could test his readiness to encounter the common variety of mankind would be to climb down a chimney into any house at random, and get on as well as possible with the people inside. And that is essentially what each one of us did on the day that he was born. – Gilbert K. Chesterton • The chimney is to some extent an independent structure, standing on the ground, and rising through the house to the heavens; evenafter the house is burned it still stands sometimes, and its importance and independence are apparent. – Henry David Thoreau • The city itself swung slowly toward us silent as a dream. No sign of life but puffs of steam from skyscraper chimneys, the motion of the traffic. The mighty towers stood like tombstones in a graveyard, leaning against the sky and waiting for — for what? Someday we’ll know. – Edward Abbey • The city was asleep on its right side and shaking with violent nightmares. Long puffs of snoring came out of the chimneys. Its feet were sticking out because the clouds did not cover it altogether. There was a hole in them and the white feathers were falling out. The city had untied all its bridges like so many buttons to feel at ease. Wherever there was a lamplight the city scratched itself until it went out. – Anais Nin • The clouds were flying fast, the wind was coming up in gusts, banging some neighboring shutters that had broken loose, twirling the rusty chimney-cowls and weathercocks, and rushing round and round a confined adjacent churchyard as if it had a mind to blow the dead citizens out of their graves. The low thunder, muttering in all quarters of the sky at once, seemed to threaten vengeance for this attempted desecration, and to mutter, “Let them rest! Let them rest! – Charles Dickens • The experienced illustrator subscribes to the principle of the application of the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair. Should inspiration whisk down your chimney, be at your table. The first ten thousand drawings are the hardest. Put another way, you have ten thousand bad drawings within and should expel them as quickly as possible. – Wallace Tripp • The Gingerbread House has four walls, a roof, a door, a window, and a chimney. It is decorated with many sweet culinary delights on the outside.But on the inside there is nothing-only the bare gingerbread walls.It is not a real house-not until you decide to add a Gingerbread Room.That’s when the stories can move in.They will stay in residence for as long as you abstain from taking the first gingerbread bite. – Vera Nazarian • The image by Barry Blitt of Barack Obama and Michelle in the White House with him dressed as a terrorist, her dressed as an Angela Davis character, a flag burning in the chimney, a portrait of Bin Laden on the wall is an image I’m extremely proud of. – Francoise Mouly • The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. Only after death, only in solitude, does a man’s true nature emerge. In death, as on the chimney sweep’s Saturday night, the soot gets washed from his body. • The rain and hail pattered against the glass; the chimneys quaked and rocked; the crazy casement rattled with the wind, as though an impatient hand inside were striving to burst it open. But no hand was there, and it opened no more. – Charles Dickens • The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful? – Annie Dillard • The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour. – Charles Dickens • The south-wind strengthens to a gale, / Across the moon the clouds fly fast, / The house is smitten as with a flail, / The chimney shudders to the blast. – Robert Bridges • The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. – Clement Clarke Moore • The thing to remember about love affairs,” says Simone, “is that they are all like having raccoons in your chimney.” … We have raccoons sometimes in our chimney,” explains Simone. And once we tried to smoke them out. We lit a fire, knowing they were there, but we hoped the smoke would cause them to scurry out the top and never come back. Instead, they caught on fire and came crashing down into our living room, all charred and in flames and running madly around until they dropped dead.” Simone swallows some wine. “Love affairs are like that,” she says. “They are all like that. – Lorrie Moore • The things I believed in dont exist any more. It’s foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now. – Cormac McCarthy • The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats. Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows’ Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked. – Ray Bradbury • The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps. – T. S. Eliot • The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap And seeing that it was a soft October night Curled once about the house, and fell asleep – T. S. Eliot • Their bodies will be raised from the dead as vessels for the soul-vessels of wrath. The soul will breathe hell-fire, and smoke and coal will seem to hang upon its burning lips, yea the face, eyes, and ears will seem to be chimneys and vents for the flame, and the smoke of the burning , which God, by His breath, hath kindled therein, and upon, them, which will be held one in another, to the great torment and distress of each other. – John Bunyan • Their houses are all built in the shape of tents, with very high chimneys. – Christopher Columbus • There did he sit shrivelled in his chimney corner, fretting on account of his weak legs, world weary, will weary, and one day he suffocated through his excessive pity. – Friedrich Nietzsche • There is in every American, I think, something of the old Daniel Boone – who, when he could see the smoke from another chimney, felt himself too crowded and moved further out into the wilderness. – Hubert H. Humphrey • There’s no way the new chimney will fall down, Lu. Not with you in charge. It wouldn’t dare. – Angie Sage • This is a valley of ashes–a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of gray cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-gray men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud, which screens their obscure operations from your sight. – F. Scott Fitzgerald • Tis easier to build two chimneys, then to maintaine one. – George Herbert • To thousands of elder women in the late sixties and early seventies [the private women’s club movement] came like a new gospel ofactivity and service. They had reared their children and seen them take flight; moreover, they had fought through the war, their hearts in the field, their fingers plying needle and thread. They had been active in committees and commissions, the country over; had learned to work with and beside men, finding joy and companionship and inspiration in such work. How could they go back to the chimney-corner life of the fifties? – Laura E. Richards • Too much! Wait till you have lived here longer. Look down the valley! See the cloud of a hundred chimneys that overshadows it! I tell you that the cloud of murder hangs thicker and lower than that over the heads of the people. It is the Valley of Fear, the Valley of Death. The terror is in the hearts of the people from the dusk to the dawn. Wait, young man, and you will learn for yourself. – Arthur Conan Doyle • Two bones fell down my chimney and into the bedroom this morning. Hysterical thing to happen to a thriller writer. Murderous ravens perhaps? – Tobsha Learner • Walking the streets on winter nights kept him warm, despite the cold nocturnal passions of uprising winds. His footsteps led between trade-marked houses, two up and two down, with digital chimneys like pigs’ tits on the rooftops sending up heat and smoke into the cold trough of a windy sky. Stars hid like snipers, taking aim now and again when clouds gave them a loophole. Winter was an easy time for him to hide his secrets, for each dark street patted his shoulder and became a friend, and the gaseous eye of each lamp glowed unwinking as he passed. – Alan Sillitoe • We all ought to understand we’re on our own. Believing in Santa Claus doesn’t do kids any harm for a few years but it isn’t smart for them to continue waiting all their lives for him to come down the chimney with something wonderful. Santa Claus and God are cousins. – Andy Rooney • We are constituted a good deal like chickens, which, taken from the hen, and put in a basket of cotton in the chimney-corner, willoften peep till they die, nevertheless; but if you put in a book, or anything heavy, which will press down the cotton, and feel like the hen, they go to sleep directly. – Henry David Thoreau • We came to the house, and it is an old house, full of great chimneys where wood is burnt on ancient dogs upon the hearth, and grim portraits (some of them with grim legends, too) lower distrustfully from the oaken panels of the walls. – Charles Dickens • We have not wondered enough at the delights God has given us to appreciate them, and be good stewards. We have overworked the land, poured pollutants into river and stream, fouled the air we breathe with gas fumes and chemical smoke spiraling up from industrial chimneys. We have sown the wind. We are reaping the whirlwind. – Madeleine L’Engle • We launch our souls from the cannons of art and discipline, and on any one night, hovering over the chimney tops of Europe, halfway to the stars, there are armies of brightly spinning spirits that have risen like fireworks, tethered to the souls of those men and women who, by reflection, mortification, and devotion, effortlessly outdazzle kings. – Mark Helprin • Westminster Abbey, the Tower, a steeple, one church, and then another, presented themselves to our view; and we could now plainly distinguish the high round chimneys on the tops of the houses, which yet seemed to us to form an innumerable number of smaller spires, or steeples. – Karl Philipp Moritz • What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? – Diane Setterfield • When an alluring woman comes in at the door,” warningly traced the austere Kien-fi on the margin of his well-known essay, “discretion may be found up the chimney”. It is incredible that beneath this ever-timely reminder an obscure disciple should have added the words: “The wiser the sage, the more profound the folly. – Ernest Bramah • When I walk across my living room from my chimney to my window, it takes me 10 seconds, but for a bird it takes one second, and for oxygen zero seconds! – Jean-Claude Van Damme • When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness. – Jonathan Safran Foer • When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. – William Blake • When we hold onto the negative in ourselves it comes with endless guilt. We hold onto a lifetime of floating visions and regrets about what we should have done or should have become. Conscience recognizes wrong and tries to atone. But guilt turns into resentment. Conscience brings us closer to each other; guilt drives us apart. Create a new feeling. Every time guilt settles in your stomach, write “I forgive” on a piece of paper. Send it up the chimney, tear it up and flush it, put it in the garbage. Don’t eat it. – Jennifer James • When we talk of architecture, people usually think of something static; this is wrong. What we are thinking of is an architecture similar to the dynamic and musical architecture achieved by the Futurist musician Pratella. Architecture is found in the movement of colours, of smoke from a chimney and in metallic structures, when they are expressed in states of mind which are violent and chaotic. – Carlo Carra • When you were sleeping on the sofa I put my ear to your ear and listened to the echo of your dreams. That is the ocean I want to dive in, merge with the bright fish, plankton and pirate ships. I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you and ask them the questions I would ask you. Can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke rising from a chimney? Can I swing like Tarzan in the jungle of your breathing? I don’t wish I was in your arms, I just wish I was peddling a bicycle toward your arms. – Jeffrey McDaniel • Where you thinke there is bacon, there is no Chimney. – George Herbert • With a tale, forsooth, he cometh unto you; with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner. – Philip Sidney • With gas cookers and chip pans in every kitchen, the chip-pan fire was by far the most popular method these Proddies had for burning their houses down. The second technique was the ever popular chimney fire and number three had to be the drunken cigarette drop on the carpet. Mind you, why they’d be cooking chips at this hour was anyone’s guess. – Adrian McKinty • Writing was a chimney for my blazing ambitions. – Storm Jameson • You can’t build a chimney from the top, you know. – Marian Anderson • You have these ‘hot towers’, tropical storm clouds acting like chimneys to carry heat to the upper atmosphere. – Peter May • Your goal is to achieve the best results by following their wishes. If they want you to build a house upside down standing on its chimney, it’s up to you to do it. – Richard Morris Hunt

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