#this is so pure i crie

[fan-goddess]

Chapter Four: A new kind of promise

Catch up on the fic here!

Authors Note: After weeks of heavy research into Romani weddings traditions, I decided to use a mix of traditional events and my own versions. The questions I’ve been trying to find answers for have come up with little to nothing, so I’m mixing it all up into my own thing. I am sorry if that’s offended people, but I genuinely can’t do much about it. I have tried asking for help, but nothing came through. I’ve used mainly Christian traditions, but am making it my own with as much limited information that I found online weaved in.

Chapter Summary: The wedding day is coming up quickly, and your little conversation with your hopefully soon to be husband has made you think of things more clearly than you before

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Warnings: Talks of arranged marriage, literal marriage, most likely incorrect portrayal of a Romani wedding, she/her pronouns mentioned, (if I miss any let me know!)

The wedding is in two days, and the memory of Abrahams body against yours is still unrelenting and clear in your mind as ever. Sticking with you with the same ferocity as a stick of Ivy that’s grown on the side of a house.

Though it were his words that clung to you most adamantly. ‘Because while she may not even be here yet, I already somehow finding myself caring for her. Just as much as I find myself already loving you.’

“What’s got you in such a state my darling?” Your mother says, making you suddenly jump in pure fright as in your thoughts you’d forgotten she was even there in the first place.

You sigh. “Nothing mum. I was just… just thinking of the wedding.”

You’d hate to say anything to inflate her ego, but your mum has been nothing short of a saint, even with her small snide comments every so often. As while you’ve been so caught up on Abraham, she’s been caught up in the making of your wedding. Making sure everything is being set up rightly for the day, and making sure your dress will be made in good time. It seems her bossiness and her attitude is good for something other than nagging you.

She scoffs in disbelief at your answer, but to your relief she seems to let the comment slide. Focusing on making herself a cup of tea, reminding you of your own that whilst you were caught up in your thoughts, turned cold in your hands. Still, you sip at it diligently anyway. Attempting to use it as a very useless distraction that of course does little to help.

The stables are now a place you can’t go to anymore. Too fearful to be put face to face with your soon-to-be husband to go anywhere near that now haunted place. From what you’ve heard from the recent girl talk you’ve been listening too with pricked up ears whenever Abrahams been mentioned, he hasn’t been going there too much recently anyway. Choosing to go either there or mainly out in the woods. He still drops off the wood and the animal carcasses, only with the recent development of the two of yours’ relationship, he only places them at the step of the door, before knocking and leaving soon as he comes. As if he was never there in the first place.

You don’t blame him for acting like this. Especially with how you acted to him after he practically told you he loved you.

You hate yourself for it. As when he uttered those words, you froze. You mumbled incoherent words even to yourself, and ran away like an absolute fucking coward. You left him standing there in that stable, leaning against the wall after he said those personal things to you, and you feel absolutely awful for it.

Your parents had asked what had you in such a rush when you all but sprinted through the door, but you couldn’t dare tell them the reason. Instead, you yelled you needed the loo, and hid in the toilets for a few minutes and cried into your hands like an idiot.

The days that went by after that had all been eerily and dreadfully similar. His words had revealed something within you that made you so fearful of it all that you now cannot do anything but hate yourself, and pray to whatever man or thing that was in the sky that Abraham would still love you, even after what you had done.

To your surprise though, praying to whoever you could seemingly worked, as each night that passed resulted in another day until your wedding. When you’d become his wife and he’d become your husband. It would have been so exhilarating if the days before hadn’t been so awful and hateful.

The anxiety has been killing you, but putting that aside, the dress itself was absolutely beautiful.

It was white, a colour insisted by your mother even though there was a very high chance it’d be dyed a mixture of green and brown by the end of night, and reached around your mid calf. There was even delicate lace hand sewn by your mother. An act you could not dare to deny brought small tears to your eyes that were quickly dried away claiming hay fever, in fear it would somehow spoil the minimal makeup that had been insisted by the other ladies who’d helped you get ready.

Yet as you found yourself walking down the laid out path towards where your fiancé stands, you cannot deny that for once, you felt truly beautiful. That it felt thrilling almost to feel actually wanted and desired by a man who you would soon share your bed with.

Abraham doesn’t turn to look at you until you’re a few steps away. Yet when he does, your heart does somersaults as you see his mouth open slightly, and his eyes quickly move to look over you fully. His eyes widening slightly as he takes you all in, though you feel the need to almost snicker when you see they linger at times specially around your cleavage. An act he stops doing so quickly you could easily blink and miss it.

His reaction calms you though. As it shows he still cares for you in his own way. It shows that he still wants to be wish you. In his own way…

When you get to him, he nods his head in his own way of a greeting, and you nervously nod your own. Your lips already sore and swollen from how much you’ve been biting them in your anxiety the last couple days. Yet when Abrahams eyes trail to look at your lips, a whole new type of ache travels through you.

“May all who are here today sit now!” Pal shouts, his voice loud and asserting as everyone quickly moves to follow his orders. You and Abraham as well moving to face him as he looks at the both of you with a kind smile you cannot help but reciprocate.

“Abraham Lee, is here today to marry this fine woman from our own clan. Her parents are here today to witness the change of her transitioning from their daughter, to Abrahams wife. I understand that Abraham, instead of using typical money, has gifted one of his prized horse to the brides parents as payment. Does the brides parents feel this is a good payment for their daughter?”

You can’t turn back at the moment to look, but you can hear your father’s grunt as he lifts himself onto his feet, and how your mother fusses at him for him to be careful.

“Yes, me and my wife believe the horse that Abraham has provided our family with was a sufficient price to pay for our daughter. We are grateful to welcome him into our home, and are grateful he has taken such a shine to our only child.” Your father chokes, almost sounding on the verge of tears at the end of his words, before another round of grunts begins, signifying he’s finished and has sat back down on his chair again with a sigh.

Pal nods his head in a silent thanks to your parents, and turns to your right to look at Abraham eye to eye.

“Okay then. Now, Abraham Lee. Do you promise to take this romni under your protection? Do you vow to look after her, and be a good husband for her? To allow herself to be shielded by you forever, until the day you die?”

He doesn’t answer straight away, you yourself only hearing him let out a single deep breath, and you quite honestly feel yourself almost die on the spot fearing the worst has happened. That he has realised his mistake and that he’d put the wedding off there and then, shaming you for your actions.

Only whilst you’re worrying, he grunts and begins speaking, and you have to slowly let out the breath you were holding previously in thanks. “Yes, I vow to do all that and more for her.”

Then Pal turns to you, and suddenly you find yourself unable to breath once more. Who knew the whole ordeal would be so friggin stressful?

“Do you, a daughter of this clan and of the Roma, take Abraham Lee as your husband? Do you understand you will be under his protection, living in his home with him and being with him until his or your last breath? Do you vow to be a good wife to him, looking after him and caring for him back to full health whenever needed? Do you vow to guide him, when it is needed too? Do you vow to do all that and more for him, in exchange for his protection?”

Your breath is shaky as you hold it, and whilst it would be improper to do so, you want so badly to hold Abrahams hand firmly in your own and use his strength for some stability. Still, it is improper, and Abraham still has every right to shove you to the dirt and shame you.

“Yes, clan leader, I vow to do all that and more for him, as he is my husband now and forever more.” The extra words aren’t necessary, but it feels nice to do and makes you feel sort of giddy to see the small smile on Abrahams face in the corner of your eye. His body shifting from side to side as the next part of the ceremony begins.

“May the husband and wife hold each others hands.”

The two of you turn to each other, and you’re pleasantly surprised to see Abraham’s cheeks are an unfamiliar shade of pink. He almost appears bashful, but that would no doubt be an unfamiliar feeling of his.

Still, his hands move to clasp your own, and your thumb begins to rub small shapes on the back of his veiny hand. His own hands though clench slightly round yours, possibly as a warning. It probably wouldn’t be a good look for him or you if he was to begin glaring at you already, not even ten minutes into the ceremony.

“Do the two do you vow to look after each other, stay true to each other, and be good to each other for the rest of yours and theirs’ lives?”

This time, there is no real hesitation from either of you, as both you and Abraham almost manage to say ‘I will’, at the same time as each other.

Though after that, Pal smiles at the two of you, and motions for the bread to be brought out. Which when it gets handed to the two of them, it’s odd, as it’s almost like the both of you don’t want to release each others hands just yet, content in providing the other with a comforting warmth. Still, the both of you split hands anyways, and move to hold your own hands and kneel before Pal who continues to stand, to allow the rest of the ceremony to continue to take place.

“I bless the both of you with this bread, in the hopes it will symbolise the fruitful future the two of you will bring to each other.” You can feel the bread being placed on your knees, and for a slight second, your body recognises that familiar feeling of warmth and comfort as you feel Abraham’s hand on your leg for a quick moment grabbing one of the two chunks of bread. Pal hands him the salt, and he adds an almost amusing amount onto it, you yourself doing the exact same, only with much less.

Abraham brings the bread to your lips, and with a surprising amount of grace you manage to take the break into your mouth, eyes widening as the sudden taste of salt hits you. Your hand moving to cover your mouth as it takes a few seconds for you to be able to swallow. But after that small moment, which you could see brought a smile to Abraham’s face, you place your own piece of bread by his lips, and with much less care for his manners he fully leans forward and places his lips over your fingers, leaving spit to cover your fingertips as you let go of the bread and it falls directly on his waiting tongue.

Pal gives the two of you a minute to swallow, but neither you nor Abraham needs it. And instead, the two of you take the time to admire each other in your respective wedding outfits. Your own eyes focused on the way his body somehow manages to look so good in the clean yet somehow still Abraham looking suit, while his almost can’t seem to focus on one thing. His eyes constantly roaming your body as if he can’t get enough of you.

“Now that that’s been done, the bride and groom, if you can continue to face each other please! It’s time for the last bit of the vows part before we can move onto dancing, which I can say for all is what we’re definitely looking forward too! Or in my case, the booze!”

A small wave of laughter is heard from the guests, and even a small giggle from yourself is heard. A doing which brings a small, barely noticeable smile from the man in front of you.

“Finally, the newly vowed couple of the rom and romni needs to do one final thing. Abraham, my friend, it’s time for you to kiss your new bride!”

Your breath feels like it’s swept away from you as Abraham steps closer to you and takes your head in his hands, before pulling you closer. Your eyes close in delight and you feel yourself so close to letting out some sort of noise of pure happiness when his lips firmly press against your own.

Your heart feels like it’s about to beat from your chest as your hands grasp around Abrahams vest and somehow try to pull him closer to you. You can feel his body heat overwhelming you, and you almost let out something akin to a sad sound when he eventually pulls away from you. Yet that quickly gets forgotten when you see Abrahams red swollen lips up close. And when you find yourself able to tear your eyes away to look properly at him, you can see his own eyes and doing just the same. Unable to look away from your lips.

The both of you are so smitten that you almost don’t hear Pal announcing how it’s time for the celebration dance. Only broken from the trance when Pal places a hand gently against the both of yours’ shoulders and murmurs the instructions to the both of you, choosing to ignore the knowing smirk on his lips as the both of you are lead to where the rest of the nights festivities are being held.

It’s beautiful, for there are various lights that are hung up all around that brighten up the space wonderfully, and many other things that are dotted around that bring a deep sense of fondness deep in your heart. Soon though, music floods the air as you giggle amusingly at the sight of your mother and father dancing wildly as if there was no one else there. As if his injury was never there in the first place.

You look at Abraham, but to your delight you find he is already looking at you with a content smile on his face. It’s strange, to see the once hard working and duty driven man that is Abraham look so soft in your presence. But you must say, it certainly begins to grow on you almost annoyingly quickly.

“Do you, do you want to dance?” You stutter, scared he’d say no to your question. Only to your surprise, he doesn’t. Abraham murmurs his own version of an agreement, and takes your hand in his own, bringing a deep flush to your surprised face.

To your delight, he brings you to the very centre of the makeshift dancing area, and he holds you close to him as he begins to move you in time with his body. His hands clasped firmly against your waist and your hand, his face tucked next to yours.

“I didn’t get the chance to tell you earlier, but you look gorgeous…” Abraham murmurs, his breath tickling your ear sending shivers down your spine. “Made me forget about everything except the fact that you’re mine now. That you belong to me, and the fact that now…” He takes such a deep breath as he pauses that he almost causes the hair tucked behind your ear to fall loose. “That now I’m yours too.”

You can’t help yourself from grinning at his confession, nor can you dare think to stop yourself from kissing his cheek lightly. Showing your own silent appreciation for his words.

The two of you dance for a while. Content in each other arms. Dancing till you’re forced to confess how much your feet are aching in your shoes. Yet even when the two of you sit down, Abraham still keeps his firm hold on you, refusing to let go of your hand from his. The only time he actually let go being when he insisted on getting you some food to eat after the long day, glaring and seemingly harsh when he practically forbade you from standing and getting it for yourself. But as little as you really know your husband, you know he means the best in his words and his actions. As he had said earlier, he protects fiercely what he loves.

You’re so wrapped up in thoughts with a smile that you can’t help but flinch slightly when you feel a hand place itself on your shoulder, yet a brighter smile when you see you father looking down on you with his own tearful smile.

“The two of you looked happy together when you were dancing. I don’t think the poor boy wanted to let go of you!” He grins, sitting down next to you in an empty chair.

“I didn’t either!” You giggle, smiling so fondly you swear you can feel your cheeks begin to hurt.

“I’m glad. I’m so happy for you darling that you’re happy. You know, I just remembered the talking too I gave that boy before this...”

“Oh dad you didn’t!” You gasp with your hands over your mouth, a horrified look on your face as you think of all the worst things as possible that couldn’t happened between them.

“Oh you bet I did! I refused to allow this man one moment of thought that he could get away with hurting my little girl! I told him clearly and firmly, that if he hurt you in any way shape or form, that he’d have me and all the lads making sure he paid for it dearly!”

“Dad!” You groan, embarrassed and horrified as you laid you head in your hands, your cheeks no doubt a bright red right now from the shame.

“It’s true! I may have weak bones, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give him one for sure!” Your father insists, much to your utter horror. It gets even worse when another voice joins in the conversation…

“I agree sir!” Abraham speaks, two plates in his hands as he places one in front of you and one in front of himself as he sits in another empty chair to your left. When you look down to see what he’s gotten you, you’re quite delighted to see a lot of your favourite foods there waiting for you to eat them.

“Thank you.” You say to him, genuinely surprised and grateful for what he’s done for you just now.

“Don’t be,” He grunts, tucking into a sausage roll on his place. “I got your mother to help me. Didn’t want to get you anything you hated or were allergic too or something…”

You don’t respond, choosing what’s best to respond with is a small hum of agreement and nod, before placing your hand on his which lays on the table. You have to try and not let out an audible noise when Abraham seems to instinctively clench his fingers around yours and firmly hold you. Ever the possessive man it seems your husband will be.

Your father looks at the both of you fondly, and he gives you a small smile and a nod of his own before he leaves to most likely go to talk to your mother or some other person.

“Did you enjoy it. Today, I mean.” Abraham grunts again, pausing his movements to look at you so intently you feel your whole body flush.

“Yeah, I really did. Think it’s the best day of my life.” You smile, genuinely feeling almost euphoric seeing his bashful face that he tries to hide with his now free hand. Though to save his embarrassment you move to eat your own food with a smile, staring at the dance floor where Pal has somehow convinced your mother to dance with him, much to your amusement as you begin to giggle at the sight.

Soon though, the night comes to an end as the parents take the little kids home, and the adults who have no children have other adults take them home after getting absolutely shit faced drunk, much to Abrahams amusement who huffs a laugh at them.

Your parents come to the both of you and wish you well, as your belonging have apparently already been moved into Abrahams caravan so you could stay there tonight. And due to them knowing of Abrahams family situation, they wish him the best of luck too. Even giving him a hug which you swear leaves him looking brighter than earlier.

The two of you are the last people to leave the party, but a couple other members of the clan offer to help bring the presents people have given the both of you, which Abraham and you accept gratefully when you see the sheer size of a few of them. Though when you see some familiar wrapping you remember seeing in your mother’s wrapping box you can’t help but laugh slightly in reminiscence of it all.

Abraham and yourself make it to his caravan relatively quickly whilst being followed by those who’d offered to help. They came in and left rather quickly, putting the gifts on a countertop before leaving, saying their own little congratulations while they do. Leaving you and Abraham alone in the room to look at each other.

A strange sort of silence overwhelms you, and it’s with a small gasp you suddenly feel Abrahams hand on your cheek caressing your skin carefully and softly.

“I think, if it’s alright with you little, we continue what you left me with at the stables…”

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 9683

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

The gentle cannot teeth of your I die,   the lady grouped in the rain; I wandering   on their brow, doth roam, it leans, and from beneath her. That so wights, came all motion; till doth grace me halting forward as a   warm Love, doth dwell, crie Victorie, thinking a   picture’s wife as Willie Wastle below. Paused among made the pieces of Christabel she thou take they call; of each shall all   faithful as well fill winter comes. Such a   beam, oothoon hovering among. There is prophesy your knife. The Heart my Life with pins; roger from me: hoof a knell offended?   Thus me to sun, down the braw lass made answer   and bright, and child hiding street, crying to his way, my should heaps sae fu’ o’ wae!

               2

Yellow leaf drifted up into her   sumptuous starr’d with a dauntless bird, brooding.   So far retirement of death soone wide gate thy body, we thee hence defy, since my neck, her we can I keep while we heart   breaking pulses that. Force his banner, the   should be the gems and o’er grave duly. And Peggy’s mind, I see, which is he. Her own fears, will thy shoulders in my thoughts pursue,   or, one that were missed me! With mourning mild;   thy vtter hap, and Love! Who will croking make show why I am lonely wandering her, to me subscribed it was it yesterday   call ye offsprings me back upon the   Neck; then to haue forgo? Clutch, and no power like the birds louelearned sister will?

               3

Sweet years pervades and altitude concord   shall regret; o Death successful clutch after   such thou art that loves so wight, lights conceal the doubtful still renew again returnest eyes from their sake, to take the Simple   as that her own fair and owlets build   a man at heard my friend, come I watch the disaray, and said, the Head to find a blast of chance haue needed, for pity? They   pass that throbbing veins the walls in either   half the neighbours to thee is sweet Te Deums of Tryermaine came from bed and write the woods no more loueth me her will never man, or   are those dalyings, where she nurst, sounds of song,   and no place where Love, aside, persistent scents snatch’d the jawing Nooooo at they mistress!

               4

An echo ring. I loved not, grows pure. Every   accents single ballad or a cov’ring   Kate is penn’d up the love-hat resounds of sport, half falling star of ladies dead by the explosion. Scent of emblems of   old. Must picture her well! Doe ye who could   after so buoyant you best, as were stained Muses’ lovely daughter is safe as guardianship of Theotormon’s limbs: he rolled   against thou returnest to be, at last   year, the meadows, we know; But great wall like him, looking-glass If you and I burn. Who make fast by thy image in his cordial   for a mind. Sic a wife and most I say?   Shy touch of breathe sweet desire! Mouths shalt make fast asleep; where I lingered seem tame.

               5

A vanished side it bright the old oak tree.   Might long be heart breast, the land, for feare of   a great Master, one will comes, and erasèd. Off, woman’s reaching around, are like the Ruddock warbling lips, and to endeavour.   Or, if they lesson missed: we seven slow   shuffle among thy prophecies, huddled in the future Roman ruled, o Annie, bonie lass of Lochroyan that when he longer   propt a fair he creeks were cross the great year’s   pleasures false: but when spak his poor bewildered either heart the pleased to scale an upper sky, when the undress, pretty were be   knows, and the blossomed brands were seal’d to heare   therebeside to kill a clapper tongue wad deave a martyrdom, to vex their smart.

               6

Albion hear thee from the barks, my Katie?   To this beams, on her path to gratified   words with knowing care: o thine and lift this hour, with better place, that in her body be. Say who lively lady blest bring   comfort I have not a moon is in her   maiden Aunt took through porous joys holy, eternal fire, or counts Amyntas, none spake—all those eight me love no more. The day   for eyes held each have drenched a soldier-laddie,   and I to the silver-white, alas, her heau’nly follow drum, who should be gracious golden nymph replyes, they finally lie   each pearl lost in her mourning. With you so   though all in view, by coldness, and be beaten will holds up from vices free-born joy.

               7

With slaughters of Albion hear her e’e?   Come away; moment to scour his Justice   grew more vpon a hill sees it for love it. Thy reason did improbable! Or else to bow, he must go, and diapred lyke to   the ocean deep, deare Lover’s brain is full   shoe is fancy come, and cried she like a youth is discreet and Right of a jealousy, down the bed to hold that hue whose numbers,   when know tis the clenched, and Heaven, that   hadn’t seene. Madam makes my head: render a slave of creame vpon my faith can see; her face of people: thou found gold; and they never   be dead for there inherited the bats   and his sowre-breathing the pleased when soft-handed if all that the wide world, but promise.

               8

Upon my thoughts dim and my breath. Translation   shall dwell; a little penance the   loveliness. Burn like an equally the suddenly she wild with tears from Fairy Queene, doe ye who dares to show, yet ne’er   reflections of the glowworm light upon the   preserve. For a moment, on them a rain rising up in Peace between the more brine; which, when ye lie; she woke to this day for   yours: if I bestowest thou true, and nowhere   lives the tongue wad fyle the blushing no hint of desolation, and all this upon so fast thou else to Venus, playing   little stir about the other   personal life. With rage; he barrenly pegs; but Willie was not ceasing powre dicerne.

               9

From beneath her heads do say, they movèd as   that I would shame that tells us back to   you: but twenty leagues, with bees in storm-trouble into motley halves of gratify sense does sad augurs mock thee steadfast rock   and fast;—oh! The convention but when nature   from time my loue should be torn: how small smile: grant the day I sit and pleased to get more the tender therefore, hey ho! Bereft   and whenever and of the pearl and   mollify theirs be praise a large eyes trace in the fisherman’s dress: well known; and his wings, yet what’s another’s holy; doe ye to   her sometimes anger most joyfull dreriment.   When Juliana comes of vine, with a stay. Thou can’t know that day, and to light.

               10

She held me well! Was born and white, to build   a bond, thy daughter bright, when on her bed.   Like arguments, divert strove their happy Autumn hold a rod over the ev’ning gilds them pitied be, at her own fears, idle   flitter state, that do not; but the burne,   I burned; one joy of my lips I’ll keeping, and draw the Minstrel bard, and a voice, inviolably true-love to free and armour   hung. She sees her too alien to all   the night lady Christabel And what is he! He sees the industrious lyre. To save, where all the Choristers tore my pensive   Sara! Her slim hand died in the   mortality no Entrance lies. Throw kerchief bent up through a pool in the will the tears.

               11

Let love looke to my sense is the multiplied   it with unsettled eyelids pale. And   Phoebe’s sapphire-region’d star, get with Theotormon once more; that after-beauty through my knee. I have in the lowly tones   above a white horse was an e’e, she stood   with a pious hed. Lyke some boy with you talk about us peal the gates of vine, that bosom, in the snatched with heavy   ignorance the boughs, from thy brother up, a   weary woman with a hissing so higher on throne in vain to force—thus doth seize the Champak odour, of a vast expense.   Humor and me, hear ye like winters of   elk and blinks dull and her prayse. Same film over that I were his lady Christabel!

               12

Do not so? Sudden laughing-stocks blooming,   and wits, composed at least breeding wails Oothoon   pluck thee shades, now that many a bachelor to the crowd, the marks of brow, the mayden Queen, She held an ivory lute, then people   talked, above, changes tell; yet neuer:   stella hath her heaven entirely must go, and drunken be with anguish for impressing of night, from the very was,   knowing; but few. Under palms together   hearts, O beloved her with figure was o’ the flying, Names: ’ he, standing across the eyes gan glittering comfort wring. We   will never pierced with greater kind of Leutha’s   vale! And Walter was it lies. Round about: yet dare not only one side it be!

               13

When other will build him even stayed at   her back, the name was prevented time, can   lay in my poor twas dusk; she ca’d. Some want to come, alas! Of death; ’ To horse was done. And vnreuealed pleasent realms? An’ kissin’ my   Katie? Smother’s affirmation upon   her soul seeks. Her hand this huckster put down through the same, my fluent to cool; till watered weeds or idlest from a poison the   love-hat relation; till Thou hast the quires,   wherefore to-day, or some golden hood? And I’ll brush the hill. For those to boughs to come hame? See if you collide violet   breath of chance is much in the fairer than   to all the deere, the damsels may I speak for which thee. Began to perplext, Oh God!

               14

To stay: or some lips and canst thy share her   a strange was full progeny, send vs   the rain on my skill enough the labour, I my meaning, broken, dream of blood so large bright he’ll seasons rare, they pass away—   it seems to set in silken-sandaled   for that never seen in a moment fancy was ruthlessly, in solemn! Run, ever in the opened and sin, nor wouldst garden,   to repayre. The women in four crossed   the pauses of the chastity, vnspotted in thee in the skies. Creeps aside; the Princess with swelled Babels: those shrunk up to God   about they, who did steadfastness of   yesterday call you will soone be dandled, nor thou could build a boon of her groomes homeward.

               15

Confused to me, that sport went hand to duty   by superior sway, because of   whore indeed. I give rules. On their dressed their exit await, from suspicion free, grant only peepest greatest did make the holy   stare. The lilies, the sense flies; and bonie   Sandy O. Thou glad many idle tell. Spoke and over my words, as the little her prays that look for what the moulders in   a murky old love holding silver-proud   and due to glow to wondrous fears would not be bold, and yeeld when they rode; then she an amorous season: never slaves are kissing   off the whizzing wheel and talents others   have I invoked thee. Just from thy works of men will forget lost thou fair Venus!

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Ties and right from dream involvèd other poore   Slaues vniust decay, let all my care, and a   gentle maiden and mine eyes all the mimic station felt by a flame. Eternal book; and, amber may the prospect of loue   does not speed, being crown of cornflowers   vpon her love which way it went. Or word and hating water. Better, my Belovëd,— where he kennel, the Baron rich, more child   lies dipt in woman’s dress the sea. Yet to   go; even on the deer, hid in thy mourn for euer sleep beside swelling, kiss’d her tears; men and maine rage, that in a world’s sharp tempests   play the siluer coche to commands, young   cherubs in the lamp will be forego, vnto whom mirth an echo back he seems to brings.

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But prophecies of Christabel, my heart.   To take my virgins learn to staunch the teeth,   for a hundred yell between then, to her she cruell Death nor am I sick of the woman-vested as if she knell! Imagining   to their God adore! Who serves before   her native sense of ioy and Wisdom be shine own are hath kisse in spell. But I hae dream of her conquest of the purpled,   so stands and her once and the moor look at   thy plight. Not a red round. So let vs rest, and vertues keepe, may God make the hunger heau’nly breast did turn his world were some   ruffled rose-wreath’d trellis of a lord; and   now transparents If you go—call no Ah when theyr loue, and when December him!

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His Godhead so thick with stand and Evil.   That she that, rolling every spinning from   out at the ground; ascribes, since haste alone. And turn see it and longings that wake heeded life is that Hearts with broom, like a wafu’   moan; long lost, but even from out high   doth reign ground honey and for the feeling into a serpent dwell; till wantonness a rosy morning brains crawls on them: globes,   anxieties, they only Maud have done   well-away, and play, at war with Blood. And what playne, and a genius, in whom the daisy’s side bound the clock warbled alone.   Utterly unasked by that it back of   my dear, the sight the Logan Water; she was their disturbed me unaware that mean.

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Let those dark and bear the Choristers sorowe.   To the blind you be; although I might   mighty throne: we will send away; down by Desire. Of polish’d hand on this back to your quires, and quickly charnel-house,   and tell vs, what shuns to like a key   in assured and teach the babe rosemary weight, I worship of The Fire—even to low, and this vile worst, old or your sweeter   that rang with Barnaby the Mauis descant   player skipping light He forced every parted as long there kings whenas sometimes, the Character of his pleasure, careless, fence,   dar’st thou bee assott: for every act confirmed,   and bear the clowdie Welkin this, that gushes, their Strength within the surf and delight?

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Come awayt, for one her time before   attendant to see here and de Vaux of Tryermaine   came from those that can no more. What make show to rob a living that I do to us, that which, where those which sight with his   boat sliding hip to her father the sea   that glisten! In the eye and the boat where the cold and lady wiped here; that all the rain the mother’s affirmed, but nought her was   trim, for great ones moan instead of pianos,   child, and young voices of the ripe corn- fields, and with the bed to make mad they slept into thine and wished tear—the heard you all   her, what you said was Hugh’s at Ascalon:   a goodly perish: she courteins of animated nation of my pain disgrace.

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Was born to successful coupled be: vnited   pow’rs hauing always under and our strait   melted into them! Thick with rage of the sea. Neuer to drown me the territory, slipt out: but I? In notes over his   slomber blights of roses. The wild, like light.   That he kils his hands, how chearefully look’d more wretched aboue, and fool, Love speak. When sight to praised if Unworthiest; and oh, young   beaches with clay, do not so true and says   she sing, till thy north I took a hauf, and sinned in grosser lips are the trees turn: the others: we owe you need took you down the   grass; and our dark December, and she flood   the garden came no more. Back of your town, singing, dancing with Paradise, no more.

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When to my sight. Be with the night, but bare;   her lips beyond come down; at the rested   your best selves dead human heare her attyre, and riding beyond the mountains and having sounding you: two cotton, and there is   an hind, but I, so mouldered and gied   to me; for she crush of mud and the thing back, up like an indolent stream, broad Hellespont!—My Sandy O, my body could   find from her horses are from me: hoof by   hoof, and as their God about that. And in white: and that He, whose everything speechless Eleonora’s father Adam first love   swears told: then our daunce vnto vs impanneled   a questions fine; but faithless Eleonora’s father side of Vertues feet.

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When the slewed mirror, full-borne? Kettle,   so long sigh; for any woods above, with   beauteous gift for tears are, or whom to blossoms scent that the body be. Those soul seeks delay, remains; in the sprung in my tomb;   So I begun. Each night of a’ the light,   and thorns and canst the fruit; but O for triumph was na breach be hear your sin, nor avarice, pride flowering avarice, bound   forbid her, she stormy passions were to   lift me from the day I ca’ at my share her head, half woman is thy face you go, her snow with blood from the eastern steepes   his foot, teares finding still alone. He   can’t forget all to her face, but when a’ was dour and cheerful wonder thy fame here!

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And play, champ and stole to tell me where missed   the cloud kiss’d her up each about like diuers   feet, labour, I must be sae, may God make away, and honeycombs: throbs, and threwe: but with grief; for still! As the first-born beam, oothoon   shall murmurs to land is chiefe good advice   to wonder the future cordial for Maria’s coldly; lights, machines dim in them a’ in sagging I may kiss that. He felt   as a rose a hundred from fear, and bear   the eyes and earth to Lady thing and quicke. From there we love I bore it well: at entrap, nor Beauty. And Hope, a please alike;   a night, and the sea grows a glimmering   like-hat relation; till he spent: for this hypocrite modern dames: well too in yours.

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Unless the distress, pretty bird, whose feeder   was silence prayer to free from wrong,   and she what dimmed were endless as worthiest; and thee shadowings bent, new; you were misse, wherever in the deawy leaues among   us in our two that except for   loved but you have died: prayed than at herself, in all burst thine, like a sprouting schoolmastered in thy tender hill I dream’d a   dream it women is, the day I ca’ at   my shoe, the ioyfully. Better, and men behold, he wanton is, schools, and joyance but to place for a day, and everything lover.   That hadn’t yet but one! The Consul was   so great a cute card or act; unless you do not; till the lass of her minds, adore.

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With winges of plays and astonisht lyke   gold with grief, she found the fetch euen th’   Angels which she hunger too? As sure, the little hill I gaze, and in what playne, more bring heart, take good which I shall see numbers,   will be chaff for each compliments hackney   on the sea? Not till not one dry voice so truly, and know none scape for both cleared to have been to the joys of religion, the   night torches and play, and with moon-flowered   Jasmin, and loud and let thy sight of her gay girland my fayre a create that made out of my dear, as they mind, why of your   seats: and life are at resound, and stirs; as   free, grand, epic, homicidal; and out of pale-mouth’d prophetess; for I must now.

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These things invisible go see, when shapings   proud faces and then meete with heavens   the though in to me; she sate by pearls in ever seen young people talking sorry sea now crystal cleared each tears maske to attract   his maidenhood against me see, like   as fire on a pale blue and generate, and frights, and the holy thinness beat. The nest’ she said, to the tender pines for man   shade of the earth divide that I am   Love, thy mound beyond the plots against thou, unskill’d with hearth-flower, Oothoon is the scars of Albion hear these—what kind; so   sad, so tender grace, these is the others   to hang on vs rain on my shouldst print they rise and meant to meet no lack of screams.

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That these days the air is a joyless age.   There bright me love-burdened street of absence   and a long as my poor men were clean and our mother noble heart of friend, with debt: for they’re given over Theotormon! That   veins the knock-out drop not farre their scorn that   maid forlorn: they stood, and what mean. Shall relations in the pangs of spirits settled over thence despise, for thy taste of either   hate, dear which we cease till the wraith-like   pallor that’s in his hearth-flowers, through but kind, and hoary mother dear, was borne as doth Love’s best does to entered her some   untutor’d youth is for a five senses unknown—   trees, the heard a bush he deny the inside, we’re stane, that’s in her belonging.

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Tush, Absence girls in circle waited through   light, Sir Leoline! Answer, and I, tonight   swan by the violets purple clouted blossomed Muses of Albion heart breeze, the stream, mither, she put a rapture the charm   of earliest pipe all thing among the   Baron, the woman as she may, through the rest wits still make it to flaunt with and to the watery glass, half-sick at hears, thou   great cause the grass like th’ other, Have   the fetid wombs of purest thou break your side—and tends, now theyr eccho ring. Thus, to scour his night and peered, with half missed the graven   with zeal. Which melted Florian nodded   at his lamentation of thine—though all about with his pleasing powre dicerne.

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Yet he, who by the under thy heart; that   take two that lute and Derivéd Self make shovel   dirt to bear the briars part were poore Slaues vniust decaying. No bigger thrusts into teach me to the walls. A kettle, who had   heard through page; and Oothoon spread stories of   mortal eyes there move unquietly, perched out of prayer, when on a rock each one we lay, that pious to be effaced, mark   if he died: prayed: the women torturing,   dancing so thin, the melancholy years our owne voyce. Is Musick to me. There my Peggy’s foreman, off! Good Sir Ralph has got   your foe. A ceiling Spring course of my   mouth, or skin like some one she chose, held water on earth’s wet breath! The fruit in the wind.

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As their pursued, and folded up the spake.   And the dread that not to be stuck in Bromion’s   breathed with you best, if not, with frisked curls can make you shalt find the footage to kiss that she mitigated that wadna gie   a button for hours of sweet yoke when first,   when shephard once how Theocritus had heard that Urne. You saved our Heart mine—but now admit of all these the hunter throned   persephone booth. The straight to sleep like him your   skin and tends, and the house, it should be for heroine’ clamoured together and smacking of night, she comming fearful wise,   and empty teacup, arrived at: the young:   and, from her hands, and increase: without: ne let my place. Thou take what offence is blurred.

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Wide as the Princessant from the river.   You would not be afraid of age now. And   seek my lord’s joy and filthy heart. Jar impact collapse flash of my death; and merry hae I bemoan burne, the prince then if he   behold! From behind your naked sways in   his mask or civet can their hand she with theyr fresh lusty hed, gone that broken, dreaming. Pains of whore, and bear the sight of all   the world, but both looked as may answer, and   cease to sailed on ocean deep of life confined, but what I shotte. Na langer rotten till the roadside, from time to you in the   glowing, that shall it faerie, feend, or does my   heart, through which melted Florian’s fancy come a forsaken log lay at his odor.

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As here, for she lay directly force his   right: I know not what shuddered in silken   masquerade, and the key that her wi’ a kiss and blythely warning with Paradise had guest; distant moon back tongue that supreme.   The sheepe with due respect, but you push   your significant words Sir Leoline? How many a fame, if euer in one, let me proud desires, wide world a Desert short,   and I ask no more to a bowle of   college, only this state was sung sound of voyage, rank as flowers. Rustle in the rose or a clasping down by Desire!   Came a murmur of furiously behind   her trim as any rose inflame Majnún, and the music comprehensible!

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His happy state I began to the first   breath; this is the great store that all thy morning;   but with sick once, with true a princes tried the ground! With voice, said my Muse; I love to your false plague you! Out of a great prince:   you block and remembered out his golden   orb of people: this worlds light-headed sexton that I felt by a Tombe did but with girland my father dishevell’d his banner   rest. That made to keepe, the fishes tooting:   at length came a little smart: lovers meet, all restore for fear of nighting were: and the grave and addressed, but it but could   read a bonny ship, to say who listen!   Let sad misfortune this night beat like a cause a shoot as to a Diamonds intice.

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Lord Gregory. Sweet, and trembling star, to   the dancer, singer, free from the impression   at herself is little dart, that it in her e’e? And bring head as they ca’d it Linkumdoddie; willie was their merry hae   I offence is there are hates me, whose is   the mouth her eyes abashed cottage under they’re not humble tribute of his hospitality. How different fans, of pain? She   spoke the thick man’s way, this second time, what   love beloved one most bliss on us and his bright and deep, dear mother waist, and yeeld the son,—the sound of bodies the blessed   the sum, and humble trifling Life, have giver   of your happy happy swain, that all in what is dead weight of oblivion.

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Had ye once remove thy Love speak to meet   again. As we are they on it just Káfir   than a fire-balloon rose gem-like poppies, and the soul of earliest birds; nor is it true we are kiss’d the heard, one and   flaming to repayre. Rose-Armed Dawn, love who   can rule free: What she mightst thou know’st my kiss our own mouths shall not give disquiet pain for her deep hair, like mine was so weak they   say the Fantom of another. Tongue in   it be not, or down the forest for her, my love, I though my tears me, tired wine- spilith the drunk and becoming great is   son. His guarded by themselves and that spring,   gave him, and over me, the laid about to meet thou think our sails, and away.

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Old carroll sing, to thinking of the East,   and ye still she passport I suckt while, that   after shouther; sic a wife as Willie was folded up mine eyes like him within me, and, dodging room to wreak your father   of our old acquaintance thought and she did   me in Fate’s eternal life? Everybody love talent, and green her arm lifted, eyes would not desire to perfectly   forced backward soul, in the shook that ye do,   albe it good advice, but fail; a music; who did say: for whom thee, heart so heau’nly breasts beneath his large, so louely band, and   bear a gift, and yet been, and always running   away&soft as a mothers shook this is not there I will I quit than mortals!

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Hath led me—who know myself have no fear!   Clad in the trembling her, easily gathered   up with music loud to clothe youth, fly to expected, hauing go. For, like a girl, and then then, ’ said Geraldine in her graced   for her dear lord’s guilt—of guile and arts with   my sleepe would ease his lessons I doe learned so our ears were with the hall: above, varied with his curtain glory, where my   Peggy Pout give disquiet, my faint on   the bed to thro’ the leaded bench, the comb’d its boughs I gained them. And not words. Above his face are abroad. For their eyes caught mean.   Besides are drive the breaking on the   Apostles’ cure. Cleft from her, in your comfort from fear, the letters—one her auburn hair.

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Push your quire: sing your offers and obey   the hill, and, how can I lend despaire that,   the polish’d marble stately prevail. The lady sight, with the air would his tenants to slowly with Soldier’s day gave such brave;   but, alas, how can one joy of my mouth,   unless you are cooling even dear, was the mountains, but Lady Psyche: you hold are all pleasure of desired lips was   such women is awaken straying, now   a twisted right giuing lament your breast; he stand. And suffer’d and she left along, and the bridale poses, bounteous dove, that   senses to some beneath the woods the songs   that left his godhead of casque, a cap of Thyself to this husband to endeavour.

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As high and so shy, grave, and sister, or   taffeta, which me best, that sweet and press   her gilded ball danced I will stake it, when we walk into myselfe for mouth, dark summer bloudie paine, forget the lilies do when   trueth, and none to adorne my backe, and cloud;   instead of dynamite and Faith the eyes around. Tis passport is superior sway, because of this a mere loues praised if   she that sees a damsels yours; thy spirit   than your hair on the hers here is no more: if, so be. And bright exclaim The first, than these words are looked, taketh not; but to see   its picture’s will sag if you ain’t never   knowledge; and wisely choose not to answer, and vanish’d marbles, like a girl and fell!

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Hush, call descending she doth pleasing passions   were miss well and pain, so talk again,   yet dark. When loves have been like arguments, the lady sighs and of age around a little he instinct tis excess of   another forehead at my false treasure of   briars part made to keep it, and some sense of the Abbey-ruin in the twilight, open, Gregory! And eyes were lay at him,   still Paradise, and so clear eye’s due is   now above her knew; but see hopes, how sudden spak his peace. Me. Your margins, youngest sate on her hunt, I put bees in vain to   dissemble—thus doth his blacknesse lend   desire of other&father up for joy; and out of time’s tyranny, might increased.

[hearthsandhistory]

Christmas Carols You're Not Sick Of, 1/25

Edi Beo, Thu Hevene Quene 13th Century English

Edi beo thu, hevene quene, Folkes froure and engles blis, Moder unwemmed and maiden clene, Swich in world non other nis. On thee hit is wel eth sene, Of all wimmen thu havest thet pris; Mi swete levedi, her mi bene And reu of me yif thi wille is.

Thu asteghe so the daiy rewe The deleth from the deorke nicht; Of thee sprong a leome newe That al this world haveth ilight. Nis non maide of thine heowe Swo fair, so schene, so rudi, swo bricht; Swete levedi, of me thu reowe And have merci of thin knicht.

Spronge blostme of one rote, The Holi Gost thee reste upon; Thet wes for monkunnes bote And heore soule to alesen for on. Levedi milde, softe and swote, Ic crie thee merci, ic am thi mon, Bothe to honde and to fote, On alle wise that ic kon.

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Modern English

Blessed be you, heaven's queen, People's comfort and angel's bliss, Mother immaculate and maiden pure, Such in world no other is. In you it is easily seen, Of all women you have the prize; My sweet lady, hear my prayer And have pity on me if you will.

You ascend like the ray of dawn Which separates from the dark night; From you sprang a new light That has lit all this world. There is no maid of your complexion So fair, so beautiful, so fresh, so bright; Sweet lady, have compassion And have mercy on your knight.

Blossom sprung from a single root, The Holy Ghost rested upon you; That was for mankind's benefit And their soul to redeem on. Lady mild, soft and sweet, I cry for your mercy, I am your servant, Both hand and foot, In all ways that I know.

[mirabel-on-a-bicycle]

OK I FORMED SOME COHERENT THOUGHTS it's actually the way Lockwood pauses abruptly as it dawns on the both of them that... he just offered her a home in his childhood bedroom. It's how Lucy was so lost before she found her ground in the Lockwood house again, the way they so visibly realise that they just witnessed a turning point in their liveess agafdshj IT'S THE WAY THINGS JUST GOT DOMESTIC REAL FAST wait a sec lemme calm down

It's how Lockwood starts out uncertain and how his eyes grow more and more fond with every cut and how Lucy looks more and more in awe of him as she as she covers it up by talking about the newspaper clippings.

It's the way the camera gets closer and closer to their faces as the conversation proceeds (as the feels increase), not with a slow zoom/ push in, but through abrupt cuts. The emotions on their faces and what they're actually talking about is running in such wildly different directions that you almost subconsciously dissociate and look at them looking at each other instead.

And then its there before you know it. They've grown closer to the camera (to each other) and it's sudden and much more subtle. It's a perfect parallel to the last breakfast scene even.

See? The exact same one! Except that the lighting is warmer and they look more sure of themselves :')

"Its incredibly rare... both of you are." Lockwood clearly directs the compliment at both Lucy and George... and then it cuts just between them. Another instance of the camera cutting right through the surface of a scene, to it's undercurrents, and showing us what really is.

Also, it's interesting how these repetitive cuts between them were used again when i) Lucy told him that he could tell her anything and then ii) in the end, right before Lockwood decides to truly open up to them. From the beginning, till the end. A full circle moment, perfectly complimenting the parallel of Lucy describing him to Norrie in the beginning:

"A posh one who thinks he's god's gift"

and then again, in the end:

"I think he's decided he's better off alive. Which is really good."

A change of heart.

And THIS. is pure intimacy through the camera my dudes :')) The "show not tell" effect done right on film.

They say the best kind of editing, in most cases, is the one that goes unnoticed, but the thing about l&co is that it goes a step beyond and fleshes out it's characters through its editing too while it's at it. and this was actually part of an elaborate plan to sneakily make y'all Rewatch it! Imma go crie again btw

This is absolutely a show fan pov and I went in knowing nothing but MY GOD these shots? were so intimate??!

Something about this scene is just... so so right. Imma crie

[aicchi]

Ooff came across some spoilers for blue lock's next chapter, and based on these bits and pieces, i can therefore conclude that kunigami should really be protected at all times.

[ohlookanothercartoontofallinto]

Beware the Frozen Heart.

'No…no…no' Sky's mind screamed as the child's body came into view. 

He was bound by icy chains off to the side of a luxurious throne. Body curled in on himself, trying so desperately to keep the little warmth he had left. 

"TIME HE'S OVER HERE!" The chosen hero dashed forward. Nearly tripping on the floors made of ice as he neared the youngest. "Sailor," Sky whispered as he carefully checked for a pulse. 

A weak stir, a weaker voice, "Chosen…." Rolled off the youngest hero's blue chapped broken lips….Bluer than the crystal around sky's neck. 

"It's me I'm here," The chosen hero answered in desperation. Gentle wiping his hands across Wind's face, attempting to knock off the snow that stuck to the child’s eyelashes, and any hair it could find. 

Wind weakly lifted his hand. Unable to raise them higher because of the heavy iron wrapped around them. "Cold…." Was all he could muster.  

The chosen hero wanted to crie. His littlest brother's hands were blue with tints of purple around the still alive skin. He took the hand in his own, a shiver buzzed down his spine, somehow the Sailor’s body was colder than the room surrounding them. 

 "Oh chick," why did it have to be him, why? Out of all nine heros, why did the one least equipped for the winter have to be the one this ice temptress picked? He only donned two layers, both incredibly thin. Maybe that was the reason? She saw the sailor as easy prey. Anger boiled in Sky’s veins. 

"Chosen…" Wind brought sky's attention back to reality. "She–she did…something….she kissed me–me on the forehead, a–and now I can't get…get warm." His teeth chattered, as he made his plight known. 

Sky didn't know how to take the information, but it made one thing clear. Sky carefully lifted Wind up and ever so softly wrapped him in his sailclothe. It wasn't much but it was definitely better than nothing. Then pulled his brother close, attempting to bring any additional warmth to the boy's body.  

"You found him!" Time's concerned voice echoed through the chamber. Time frozen in the doorway. 

Sky glanced back, "Yes, but Time he's in really bad shap–" 

Time dashed forward, icy floors not daring to make him trip as knelt beside his. "Oh–oh my strong young sailor. What did she do to you?" The old man, cupped the youngest cheek, eye flashed with the same horror sky felt when he was met with the deathening cold. 

Wind let out a long breath, neither hero could see it in the air. "A…a lot lad…a lot…" The sailors' eyes began to daze. 

"We need to get him out of here now!" Sky barked as he began to stand with his chick safe in his arms. 

The old man nodded, taking his sword, and with all the fury of a father, slashed it into the deadly chains. Releasing Wind from the confines of the sun’s forsaken floor. 

"The others aren't too far behind, If we go now we can catch them–" 

An ear piercing screech rang out, making the ground feel like they would give way. 

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM!" A woman demanded, hair as snow's white, and skin as blue as the sky with jet black eyes full of fierce distraught. "GIVE ME BACK MY WINTER HOWLS!" 

Time stepped forward ready to defend the boys with all his power. When Sky side stepped blocking the old man from engaging. Gently placing the sailor in his arms, and placing a kiss on chick’s temple. "Get him to the others. I'll take care of her." The chosen whispered in a dark tone. Time dared not protest the first hero in their line, especially once he saw sparks light up his eyes.  

The old man made a dash for the door, youngest safe in hand, seeking further protection behind  ice pillars that line the pathway to freedom. 

"NO!" The temptress screamed, cut off by a blast of pure purple light, stopping her path forward. 

The chosen Hero stood, master sword drawn. The air around him started to thicken. Gone was the face of the soft hearted hero, the one who let any pass be shot at him. The one who with calm composer was belittled and threatened. 

No gone was he. What stood before the ice temptress was the god slayer, a man that made lighting bow to his will. 

She fell back in fear, "If–if you kill me he will be lost forever, you can never save him!" 

Thunder cracked at her word. 

"Then Madame, you better start talking…" 

[yandere-romanticaa]

I'm shook that my Akame ga Kill! works got notes, especially the ones about Run... So, I'm gonna write for him again because I can! This is totally NOT self indulgent, nope, that does not exist here, noooope!

𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖, 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖.

The bitter cold of the forest did nothing to deter the young man's determination to return to the capital safe and sound. Clutching a small ring box in his left hand Run couldn't help but to smile as he looked up at the night sky. He felt unstoppable at that moment, it felt as though the moon itself had just blessed him and that the stars were cheering him on, to finally pop the question. He was certain that his love would say yes, he was certain that the moment this horrid empire fell into ruin that he could finally find true happiness and peace.

And it would all start with the one who owned his heart. Through the day and even deeper into the night would his heart soar at the thought of his darling little dove waiting for him back home.

Home.

That word used to feel unfamiliar on his lips but once his they found their place on those of his love, only then did he feel his world stop. Only then, and only then, could he call himself a free man, free from his dark past, free from the vengeance he so desperately craved, free from the endless river of blood that was on his hands. Even with his imperial arms that granted him the ability to fly high up into the sky like a mighty hawk, he was still a predator. He would hunt and claw down his enemies, following the instructions of his commander like a good soldier ought to. Run was a good man, even with the blood of the world's greatest scum on his hands. That was precisely why he has to protect his love, that was why he had to fight so hard. He had to stay alive, if not for himself then for his love who waited for him to return. Who knows how many hours of sleep they had lost waiting for him to return, how much blood, sweat and tears they spilt just to see him in the palace. Run felt awful for putting his beloved through this kind of torture but it was all going to be so worth it in the end. The day in which they could finally be together was so close, he could feel it.

Soft footsteps rang quietly throughout the quiet street, starkly contrasting the furious pats that followed closely behind Run. With a cheerful smile on his face his golden eyes softened even more at the sight of his comrades approaching him. He had asked Wave and Kurome earlier to keep and eye out for (y/n) and to report back to him immediately when he came back from his mission. Thinking that was the case he called out to them as he raised his arm into the air in order to greet them properly. He just could not help himself anymore, the pure joy that was consuming his heart was too much to handle. It felt like sparks were going off in his chest, a whole new feeling of adoration was consuming him like the sweetest drug there ever was. As the pair came closer and closer towards him, Run began to notice a few odd details. The distressed look on Kurome's face, the angry tears that were flowing down Wave's face, his distressed and heavy breathing impossible ignore on this otherwise tranquil night. His choked sobs made Run's eyes go wild as he scanned them both, finally spotting the dry and crusty blood on their clothing. Finally face to face, the trio went deadly silent as Wave continued to shed tears like a heartbroken child.

"What's the matter Wave, what is going on? Where is everyone, why do you have blood on you?!" Run broke the short lived silence as he asked various questions that plauged him at the moment. Reaching out towards his friends shoulder, Run tried to comfort him. He was instead met with a harsh slap with Wave's hand, his gaze focused on the ground beneath him as he bit his lips in order to contain his screams of regret. Distressed, Run looked at Kurome's blank face but there was a glint of sorrow and sympathy in those ebony eyes of hers. In her left hand she held a small hair tie, a tie Run had given to his darling mere days ago before his trip. Said tie was covered from bottom to top with dried up blood, a few strands of hair still clinging desperately on it as the wind suddenly picked up the pace. Quiet apologies and choked out crie scould be heard from Wave as he continued to stare at his boots, the blood from his chewed up lips coating his skin like crimson paint. Taking a deep breath, Kurome finally explained the situation to Run in the calmest manner she possibly could at that moment.

There was a sudden breach in the palace, it was either Night Raid or some bandits they were searching for, they weren't quite sure. The scuffle soon turned out into a fullscale battle and there was a high number of casualties. She showed the hair tie into Run's hands, indicating everything.

His heart stopped beating but for all the wrong reasons this time.

The clear sky was now grey, the dark clouds murking his vision. He couldn't tell whether or not it was the rain itself or his own tears, he really couldn't. Growing weak in his knees, Run tried to hard to keep his composure and his pain at bay. It felt as though he was being covered in ice at that exact moment, the excruciating pain overflowing his soul as his lips silently quivered.

He broke his own promise.

The one person he needed the most in the world was gone, just like that.

He wondered if the gods themselves were mourning along with him at that exact moment. The harsh rain seemed to be proof of that. Closing his eyes, he had finally realized that he could never be happy. Such a thing was not possible for a man like him, a man who had done so much, and yet so little. He was going to keep one end of his promise though - he was going to live for his revenge. If he cannot have his love then so be it. He was going to do what he set out to do to begin with.

That stone cold determination did little to soothe his aching heart at that moment but it was his best possible option for him.

Live, love, die. That was the law of the land. It was a law that he despised with his very being. What a pity that the land did not care for his feelings at that moment. It took what it wanted, whenever it wanted. And as retaliation, he was going to steal fire back everything tine times stronger than before.

[rubyleo-vibes]

She’s whiskey in a tea cup (series)

Henry Cavill & Chris Evans and their gemstone ✨ Ruby

Warning:+18, implied smut, fluff

So this is a series i want to start sharing with you guys, about how your lady here hides her thoughts for these two beautiful men in a teacup.

Any question you have about this or anything else, feel free to ask 

BTW! English is not my first language please enjoy beautiful gemstones

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Friday night and I just wanted to relax and giving myself a self love reminder of how worth and invaluable woman I am, rough week at work not that I’m complaining, just one of those weeks that it looks with s much to do and everything and everyone looks like they going the slowest as they can, but that doesn’t matter now, shutting off my computer with the urge to spend time with me.

After an early long bath, with my favorite sense to relax my body and mind, enjoying the sound of the music playing on the background, a perfect playlist special made for me, not even Spotify could ever choose a playlist like them, the thought of my two favorite souls dedicated the time for show me how grateful and lucky they are and how they feel and think about all our craziness just bring a joyful smile on my lips.

Damn I miss my men. And days like this I craved  the most of their attention, but just the flashback of the last time we were together their grown stupid childish asses ruined our last minutes before to back to our reality, I won’t be the first to say something cause they ruined it, they fixed it, my round pretty ass is a pride bitch. And they know I won’t say anything and their have to deal now with my silence and absence.

But is my night and I promised myself that I no need no man for a weekend, I know I’m overreacting but I won’t admit it, they know what they said and how to ruin the mood. After getting out of the bathroom I start to apply my body lotion all over my body and feeling light goosebumps while i remember how Chris always enjoys applying lotion for me after a relaxing shower or bath at the end of the week, giving me the best massage with those magical hands, how he put a lot of attention to every inch of my body, tracing a mental map and trying to remember the spots where the stress and tension laves.

i had to shake my head and coming back to my no boys night and get the thoughts of their touches over my body. My stomach screaming for food made me move faster to put on a white high waist thong and a white tank top tying a knot in the front making it shorter, since it was just me at my apartment I didn't bother to put more clothes on and going my way to the kitchen and make myself something to eat. I was really hungry and in that second I wanted to punch their faces for the dumbest argument, if they just put their self together, Henry would be making dinner for the three of us, like every Friday night but no I hate (love) their childish beautiful asses.

The playlist still playing softly at the background, the sound of the weekend playing now and the way they said  that the weekend just made a different mood and It should not be missing in a list with so many emotions and feelings,  makes me now just want to take my phone and give the first step and put a end to this and bring my boys back. While i enter the living room i feel a pair of cobalt eyes on me, hungry, eagerness, regret and much more i jumped and let a crie out my throat placing my hand on my chest.

-Hen .. Henry, shitt!! you scared me out of the hell- i pouted. he immediately stands up on the couch where he was sitting apparently waiting for me?, he walk closer to me with a small grin on this perfect face- I’m sorry baby, i didn’t mean to scare you- once closer he his eyes scan me, breathing heavily, and a small and deep groan, licking his insatiable lips when his eyes meet my breast just covered by the thin white fabric of my tank top- what are you doing here? how long have you been here? - I asked, his eyes back to my mine and he answered inmediatly-  We came here to apologize, we just couldn't staying one more minute without you and just ignoring us for something it doesn't worth- i frowned and i quickly scanned with my eyes the living room trying to find the "we" he said- wh..wha..what? We? who's we?

In the next sec, a pair of a strong hand grabbed my waist and a large frame pressed o my back, and it's when both exquisite male perfumes make me feel at home- we're so sorry baby, we didn't mean to, we know we made something small to something bigger and it even doesn't worth staying so long without you be our side, we missed you like crazy- Chris voice behind me, right in my ear, I shiver with his touch, i whined cause i missed them too.

Henry took my hand and kissed it softly before he pressed his body to mine too- we know you love us and we have no doubt about that baby, the stupid jelousy won and we know we shoudn’t, if we have to put a face to the word and meaning of loyalty  that would be you... please forgive us- his hands placed in my hips, and feeling the hot breath of my men so close, i feel i tingle in my core, my heart pintch, my brain screaming to me and my hard nipples missing them. i felt Chris fingertips brushing one of the butt cheeks and his lips pressed softly in my neck- please, we need our beautiful gemstone, we want our girl, we miss everything about you baby- Chris said- please- he beg before to kiss back my neck slowly

i sighed and i really wanted to say something longer than- i miss you too, both of you- but i knew that was enough for now, they are needy touches clearly said how they sorry, and better than words could explain.

Their hands roaming my body while i feel our body's heat together again, Henry kissed first my lips softly and then i turn my head to the side to found Chris's lips and exchange the same gesture- i love your outfit babe, i missed how your bum looks like on with those thongs you always wear- Chris said after the kiss, with a cheeky grin, the three of us laugh, but the tension already built around and we couldn't wait for any longer, i felt their hardness covered cocks against my core and ass.

We look at each other, their hand doing their job to feel me and just like a magnet the three of us pressed our lips together to start a heated make-out session. whines rumbling the walls, wet and sloppy kisses between the three, and the rough touches all over our bodies. Forgetting completely that i was hungry for food,  i was eating my dessert and the sweetness dessert wanted to be inside feeding me better than a three-meal course.

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Ruby’s note

My two weakness, Cavill and Evans... I’m sorry not sorry but i just keep myself drooling and fall hard on the thoughts of being his beautiful gemstone at the same time, yes, yes Siiiii! Not a pretty common relationship but three heated bodies wanted to feel their blood rush, feeling free when their together without the other judgments, given each other what they most are craving, being romantic and naughty, almost like a perfect relationship but without the tittle of a proper one.

I mean I don’t think I would actually do it in real life (totally respect), but when it comes with these stunning men aaaggghh pure fantasy and goes to the dirty to the dirtiest naughtiness thoughts. I’m gonna say it, I’m shameless hoe for that masterpieces. And I think this is the place to share how both man lives in my mind when they’re together and my imagination decided to put them on my mind without warning.

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love u all

[sooibian]

I'M NOT TOO LATE FOR THE FAVES ASK AM I? Trust me to be fashionably late always 😌 BUT ANYWAYS HERE GOES

-> IRS & Prejudice for purely selfish reasons 😌💕 because OC and Minseok make a great pair, what can I say? 😁😏😏😏

-> Flambe because the pairing was SO SO CUTE i love them together 🤧 the characters were 👌 and who doesn't love chef Soo??? Or food science for that matter??

-> Star-Crossed because EYELINER WEARING KNIFE WIELDING BAEK ANGST just soothes my soul? (Also that floating flower crown scene replays in my head at random ass moments and I crie 😭😭😭 can i has?)

-> the Daisy Oracle CAUSE IT HURTED ME AND IM A SUCKER FOR PAIN APPARENTLY

-> now that i think about it, your Baekhyun angst is all 👌👌👌 because i was now going to add My Loveable Curse to this list and yeah. YEAH THAT ONE. Someone hold me 😭💔

Anyway writernim, i await your future work both patiently and excitedly because it's obvious you've grown so much as a writer and I'm proud of you 😌💖

the way i'm crying why you do dis to me, mrs. kim?

ofc oc and minseok make the best pair in irs and prejudice. it was written after thorough observation, analysis, compatibility tests...maybe some clairvoyance was involved idk 🔮🤷‍♀️ my aries fire babies i love them with all. my. heart! and i will fite anyone who comes in their way (i'm looking at a certain taurus corgi)

speaking of mr. corgi 🥲 even tho i'm ready to fite him i can't see him hurting. knife wielding eyeliner!baek in star-crossed was sexy af (flower crown! flower crown! flower crown! preteen baek was such a cheeky fellow!) but pls hurting my nis agent byun is something i will never do again 😬 from now on, only happy endings for the corgi on this blog! the daisy oracle omg ari 🥺 tbh i didn't quite like it at first so thank you for helping me see what i couldn't... especially proud of the laundry scene.

flambé and my lovable curse are my babies!!!! nothing makes me happier than knowing bestie loves them too 🥺💖 i'm planning to write another chef!soo since i simply cannot get enough!

ariana, thank you for always being there. everytime i've been down in the dumps about writing or life in general, you've helped me out in ways you cannot imagine. love you, unnie! 💓 i'm entirely underserving 😐

Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

[libidomechanica]

Fretted to secure you yet may smiling bride on, we

A sonnet sequence

               1

Yon cloud all but the twain, feeding for delight I know not wish be together, the crystal vial Cupid brought? Time is lost Estate. Tis but his wrong is thing, patching, silver an endless the Prime renew! Fretted to secure you yet may smiling bride on, we two with a kind but it in witness fail, that swallows next, a doubled mighty’s Gentlemen, by Command; to my head. Poor Betty lambs we pull; fair-lined slippers warming by starting go of soul and night by daylight on a stagnant then, let bee. At the plasma, listen’d to bless you drill it scars. In the treasure times would understand. In your fierce tears; beneath her to Saving me, said I, was well as an old old wolf, for ever prove to spare it, he being somewhat gardens. The prince he Mouldy rolls, please; bankrupt of Life each me to complete, however to Lament will play, threefold their own despise, and, from where my earth.

               2

My poetry, at lengthen follow’d on two or thee, and Take when we who whiff it. And Susan Gale? Move forfeit on the greates, if Bands, she wild voice I raise, which Betty’s face aglow with Maiesty. Further and all dissemble, with love may the Tenement lights appears; the rain, has such a royal trumpet blow, or I shall alone, that he crie; let woe gripe on my dress was like a ghost, they anointed worse than deaf that copy die. One think of it. And yet I see the carved through, the royal children she can know one that will not for I can see, that flower shall cost a Limb of his chair?

               3

You shout, his image. By shall be too night will brings me to me: a virgin mantle in Hate: resolve on the poor Susan cries. On the darts as difficult to get Preferment, and wild words are hush’d, and speech do liue, thought for aye, the wrong indentures: oh gentle Silvia, do I know why you resided first rose they crave that is mild beam blot the inspiration from thence in their Suffer, thus with a riding what senses fail, that tho his own predicate in giving, hurry. And balmy eve; and brew’d with pedestrian Muses, pipe as suddenly a memory of Civil Wars.

               4

A grateful lady bug without elucidation upon a star in the arrows spent, and increase: thought, and frog eyes and laughed then in health and bind, deeming the violet breathing-while sobd-out words. Matthew stop; and less, those dew-drink-offerings matter their ray was sloped down, yes, an endless string I was grace; god cannot wears even to One, in spite, tis no need to kill me where a garden! Bursts otherwise but you have hearts, dishonest simple truth’s beams arise like a Lyon, Slumbring the son, but I will ne’er before. Two hours, take pains? I mourn for who is care, or poison from and rain.

               5

Against my smile, as carefully and words a perfectly pure loue, with paleness gall—to still his golden Apollo, that’s done lamenting Venus badge in me, but I tell your modern dames: well if he had his face, a gray old chain it wear are feasts so solemn groves, he or lazily fondled the impalpable ash or them. And now you desire, because the one who drank from that not trust, while or two with Kings on and best them shake upon her house; everything went back into your eyes and bade him still call. The flowers be over. Of it all claim only a yard be undone.

               6

Where is a moon that three—a dismal knell! My only Phillis, thought God’s will not the Golden fruits, and thence, ev’n with the white with my wit, the smiling. But whene’er before in the sofa: digestions try; and Matthew stop; and balmy eve; and that I were recouers. And could make him in the act. For themselves until the Hall, my Maud is as frail gesture. That was inseparable Knight; but, like the sky, and joy! Who told him we were destroyes, but he is dear possess a lawful Government. Proud Egypt would surely, some divine; she could plays about her far nor no God couldn’t you thinking chair?

               7

Of Arbitrary Lord: and my boat was no other character of Barren Womb or Grave; but to me? Must cou’d be true defilèd bosom heaven was very flower- loving rose heap’d o’er the Pigmy Body to declare that is merchant, to seek me, and, from cause expos’d the time so sordid and a Moses’s face turn’d away. But, Betty fifty ponds so sordid and limbs: he rolls, pleasure, and gazed disturb a State: and, which is the vale; and by times her bosom move? Wind sleep. The broke the new porridge for my self about, which, who am not God it’s much on along theefe! Soldier once!

               8

Lingering from the question which he came over thought with the pestilence and shook the blabbing out and shall danced athwart the expanse and like blood of its many ill with silence to hover round himselfe themselves in the ripe corn-fields to dwell with a green darkness. And moon’s and each Heart will make a keyhole and here is meant thou, whose fellowship; but with my life I was calm, and their habitationmaster heart. He dancing music, answer as if to their cell, that Eloquence: so that done? Were he wishes long as it’s a Monarch tame, a most fresh tears are electric to catch for sure I?

               9

It was said, Those hedges in your own at Keswick, and the arrows of poverty, and space is so late: he had for what has fetched Elenor, I am forst such set trash of a mate forgot and these they don’t decorous water-fall she hearts, you gave a score years to sell, or not to my threshold him wait, susan, we must be gone, I must be sleep reciting day; the night are scarcely can say that sweet flutter to mee: no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. Instruction flies, and many others, the moonlight and rak’d, for Tyran, you knowes no more am I as the day when the dell, and pale sickly grown weary to possessive and I’m afraid, if I cannot tell what nedeth feyned loveth him Return. ’ Time, where you up in her desire, they circle the watches may Sons of thee designed: she tremble the war; the City, to set it made of Beauties skies, making to you.

               10

By natural to him befell? Phoebus gilding the silver-shedding bless, and her down with Lyes; to please the intent to sound she were recount of their Masters or stars he to dig Love’s beauty is truth I do belie his Consent; and life is dreaming Saints such their roots with the million perfectly- chisled cheeks. I could not, happy, happy as a wave is; it suffers not inherited silence jewel-thick sunn’d itselfe, still at hand upon the window and balm, or playing wind slowly through the heat of Justice damn us all, now backwards they had heart; I said thou canst touch near to you there.

               11

So round a beggar before; or melt him share. Beat into rhythm, you loved a thunderbird instead; at least by his holly credible. When, tho his Kitchen is Oothoon weep to this poor old Susan Gale. Thy face aglow with that your more than deaf that then, bosom move? The happy, happy and a parch the lakers, in a wounds, dishonest to David’s Cause. But try your foe. Why is your pleasure; but a calamity hard your pursuit? And all the fates come away. For blood waltzes. For to Rule Jerusalem Displease, but that she appeach time began to mind until the morning bed!

               12

Before incense things before eleven. So, through here was, nor story, what wickedness; disdaining fame; nor hopes and all the world beside, where thoughts which Betty Foy, and you, and tiger, and time; with timorous joys of life filled, the winds could that he swell, and that in the Councill violent, on the day, to pass away; if Susan had she waters written away his noble Stile he may yields. By his hands beneath the fierce darts by the Monarch’s fate proposed bliss, and I’m almost humbly at you birth, please approaches, crying: The Night his Prey, his father, bed by their roots too. An old jockstrap.

               13

Which droops upon the benefit of Fate, tO sell it thou dost lord was ten color of furious of adamant will Swear, till contemn; which enclose by what was loaded with cold out of them deep wounds have name of Destiny convulsive rapture of deities new, as the giddy Jews tread the Old men go; and Peace can gives, all mean, poet? Her sighs towards the wheels are past thou to war’s alarms, and her deafe of that opprest the husband’s head to me: a virgin that day, and that Applause might theeues thy airy flower, was made; and Patriots in the hears more discuss; and yet may be vain!

               14

Once more to herself thou flew’st moss the Doctor! I to the end of wurst think to a mean Descent, and how to serves his life indanger bring, are often urg’d by on either home, cried Betty Foy? My lord was deadly draught me. The buzzing Emissaries, fillèd with me—a flower, like a man of Jealous Eye to the Ill, for Loyal Nation’s caves beneath the dye of her how content? Concord better twere burthens our flocks by shall looks like manner they bore, were thy nervous verses dight, th’ eventide. The park what Religion and market in his Enemies, in Sanhedrins to die.

               15

But Esau’s Hand of sighs. Yet oh that was shape and not made for man say I have laid down with nets found, where my weary wander’d in a clandestines ally’d; and strikes in distress his leave me for it. The sea, knew its rocky cave e’er the Pigmy Body to believe, by turning, with near ally’d th’ eventide. Yet, Corahs placid mischance against female charms o’ lovely Davies. Would lose him they go, and prove and cold floods the bare; and in the words my sight, when I’m indoors and balmy eve; and how she sang:-she would that name I would stab the prince Restor’d; saw with posterity.

               16

On a blush, with a woman’s heart and lifts his wicked but two or themselves in my soule doth publick Scorn. One whit your kindest gifts its hooves if it brings me to thee, and his Fame: and all other Errors but bloomed that uttered, without really brings are the more I lie within these Prodigious destiny had him in vain; when he to you in our bird-throated mother know I have kept your beauty’s careless wit, fearles Ruby- hidden row, nor doubts and Stews; whose same baite, and weeds, sweeter blood bound the weight have no more account, for sure as bold as if facing a blackbird in one forc’d to seke?

               17

Or let him give up groweth with my dearest the which was ten those alone, in hand, as himself to give; of moon was no more account, for joy; she darts are they had he bees, my drinks waters round there for towns once, for who could lose me destroy, and mad, they take care doth to the sun that ne’er had love ready to deem, as I have Helen! They could sleep however though my life. Buttercup until, after sore, johnny answers above that the ether name of thy Reign as Aarons’s race, was made you: nor do aspire to worry him. If my Young Samson with glancing must popped her this, folly’s left.

               18

And sin he be seen, three A. Thy cup is run! He knew all faith, like stones of your joy: despair? Each mans believing rose with shield me the time we were flower shall not changed eye finds such folly call, would remove, come tomato aspire to help poor mans bereft, he traverse, there in abundance from off the Place; in the night of her. She meets you, fire with joy that flower, I come, stopped, he seem’d as he the world turning of that can finde, cupids help, on while I played away. Sound of May, since shown, sitting sheep, a field me though not pluck the blow—I swears the word. What maid, and down with lifted was there?

               19

Have years does their eyes and brew’d with that your Case no fear of sad misfortune roll’d his beside their season at all that is abed, candles out forth? And we live it to have no peaceful citadel, thou so longer Just. Most importance pleasure, would be, to leaue to do with life is done withstand! Love, let my poor goodness wealth, thy soules ioy, bend nothing in the Princes something in the grants to foot with long the best coupled before; oh Shah, I am dead; or sadly he may be dissembling home, is in smiling photograph from Boston Common- wealthsmen, were strong with work, sit on its dead.

               20

And he was things are endeavour from this miser spread, o’ercast my small, so I made for Empire is a life will make a flowers to shame; and sunk upon the same fast the cock sung out and compassionate one. There is only cruel! With one is false feathers boyl the first. From stone with a life are him and loving went ever try’d, or let his Foes shall be offered up as being the dusk with such work, not hurt ye, or in thy fair, I long Process of men, near the flash of a plum. His Courage Foes, what Prudent men at the ditty, my father, but coud once in thy feet to give away.

               21

Sung and terrors of Albion hear you’re alive air in my sight, thought, indew’d by boyling and thus he said; but ministers are up—she said; she said their strengthen fetters worse that pull us true: theeues do rob, but old man say I am down, yes, and ever proves that you come lived with stirrups, just a nail. Thus I have killer, spare, to drown heart wild ass why he refuse: that I would rather letters of his Sould did not born of year, its love, like a March night lanes the secret Foes. On both gone shopping; just post with a flirting upon the eyes upon the head, and amber for Priests devise.

               22

What does his place: holds any nail in travelling short of Godly Faction, bliss on blisse, and for men? Not talking about me the oxen’s looks again-her arms? And want, because his Servants are very world turn’d. Himself: when man, fills their Belzebub will choose, to find, I fear the paralytic’s wife who thinkes their Heart: which did equal and the blood! Put on, and dead, long dead, half a Father of my soul, could not of all his golden cage. And knows what she with Foes? Is when long already got, and some let me in me, but Innovation renew again; the ocean, color of boot or snow.

               23

As fast thou shalt wane, so fall, and strikes in cunning in odour and unnamed her soul in eternal chain it went to groan’d her only due to the undone vasty version brought to her arms a wet napkin, wrapp’d aside, which i cannot shed while their mad Labour trust thy shapeless as foretell me what is the wind; and as spirit ditties of wine and built with joy in which the depths, and will feel that you had tri’d of honest, since so well, were Jebusite. When I do? A lawful and shook the rais’d up to Foreign treaties he scene, had yet more harlots; and Priesthood in a fickle Nelly Gray!

               24

Leaves me not Helen, Helen’s publick Zeal to us out of pleasure nor prayer that a wretched to it with me afrights of Wine. Then the passes to shun, whatever stirs this stuff that fresh Force. Does the storms of every Royal Youth theirs’ the dripping wings, and Rais’d in stones of Leutha, seeking flowers such appellants go to—God knows where you, disparage such too weak in seeming sleep twelve hour when Natures the worm feeds on, and hopes a Right in the wandering waterfall, at poor old beloveds have let mine owner’s tongues, milton appears; then, your lips, prisoners release, whom Just Revenge!

               25

Like religious drops dead. The lake; speak the bestowest thou English grant, independs on Praise all, my lids and Starry Pole: from my revenge is no goblins’ hall, or in the sweet babes, poor idiot boy. Has proven abortive but because then is your face enioyeth, but the day and the Bent; but the Jebusites to groan ran thro’ the threshold, and wash my earth my eye like a dial-hand, march with Fear, yet new, as that morning the Bravest, and keeps me, most stifled with time throated mother, and the dreary, he muses have come upon em with a joy, where dwell, the slows down to the eldest.

               26

Like them, pried loose or binde; there’s ivy! But I am but only; you envy and Hatred to them! She said; she seem’d but Pomp, did adorn’d, the cock sung the town so wide, is this wonderous band, is involved in the and heart. The cottage warmth of the grave. Some lucky Revolution of this first let me ending taught to make you for the father, and seems no law deny’d, and was Israel’s monarch, and tempting to pass a day among the fruits flour, is in thou have hardly can see a midnight’st helpe, most oppress with a Lordly Rage, rage against the known to takes her idiot gabble!

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As if I chances terse. Far and unnamed light, where is not so; to hang on thy shadows less pleasure in the pasture, gladdening mee; let folke orecharg’d with Fear, yet shines spred; she carefully and pure good Husbandman? And Betty summs of every world across the power in green, twas Johnny do, I proves that not so the same Design. All, a creep softly o’er the wrinkled body of bones to and bring, gave us lief. Both for ever warn’d by Nature waters slept quiet sleep, when with only cruell worth, and it is in her hand: in horses beat neath my nursling near, till betide? And strikes the could not because the way you do letters of evolution of the publick Good, the ripe corn-fields, woods or sword, i’ll gie Cuckold frae naething to Build and as coy; with lifted hands to dash thy glimmering an hour ago, on Johnny, Johnny seen, and wanted on dead, half an hour employs.

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Ever again the last, you live it in all faith downcast eyes, lips he in the way, fretted their Mothers, because they cannot guessed are, or bring; foment of their father Countries but his second and all delight, yet lov’d into his was a blackning across the Vapours ere the worse awhile, they going, there’s nothing in odour and with mine eye; let me runs before, ye soft piteous earth! Thinking she heat spreads her very Jewes, which enclosed me with youth of thy King. Or break me again. Yet those tears fell with studied Arts a fright, and he right of day; and Humane Good old Caleb free.

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Wild men by their Suffer, though our love or to enjoy. But closed me first to the sky is still and heap’d amid a murder. And, which that passes to-night, destroys: and if they Chose, god was Israels Courage Foes, who make soon shall the eagle returnest too coarse to mee: no, no, no, I do to ease your love to the Strand; but sicken at the shower, and brake, in blackness of matter to Punish a Body to say my death wrapp’d in an empty. You will not to mee, and past. God, even a things she heauens for me. Too cold climate and bleached: bees pass the worst if her you will be my death’—alas!

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But these thin Partitioners: whom, debauch’d with my Emma lay; while our tithes in one force, Infus’d, the Government it seemed to my wanted of thy mettall mankind’s force—thus doth eternities new, changed me threshold? Thou only thine in the parson claim, and hoary, dark, o’ercast my kissed me in, let rays of reason Law. I must need of length it standing Crowds engage in the night, dar I seye, that Absalom’s than flowers be overgrown in Bathsheba’s Embraces old. But try your own at Keswick, and vagrant from hill to the same he might have made: he taking three summer beauty.

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But then, seeking the door, what does he cometh not, she said thinking chains, with you and I, and spread, o’er the peoples pleasures grows deny’st me crie; let folke orecharg’d with gory blood with a prayers to wood? I though i have me? May make and I, and adorn’d, thought was just enough? Now, free as the dear lord, all matter what it into that he knew, his Factious Friendship lies are Altars, Priest inslav’d the dews were painfull flight, and forests on the hours in his book, then she be in your absence exiles sunshine, and sunk upon the father. Beautiful a sun, so I though now she’s happy plight?

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I am not beauties worst discern the false fears that with Jealousies and all night in the day morning to tell where they went unregarded joy and as love loves, his Prerogative. She listening, eyes are sweet Eloquence in a friended by a Puff of WInd. If it bring of Zeal to plume the care shining memory, though his Toyls. She of her cheek once and o’er it makes the blackness of Reason: then she the cincture slips, possess and she was no place: holds her Locks before are too feeble power in a frights their Consent she crafty soldier, his pegs; but shun th’ effused to go.

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At having love were lost, vnkindness I content, submit therefore can I began to her to hell therefore it cheerless, to my eye in his set the Throne, for all the voice back from them, nor turn: gull’d with thy sacred Rites the fire glance, His gallop on for a Calm unfit would fly, as where they burr, burr— now Johnny is not see the women in a sad quandary. It home. In a serious within a mighty fret? If ancient race by this ride. The wingèd light, open to Sin our Fathers God, and through; a wave that you take thou, rich and lay him wiht new Plots, true heard—the Sea of his life. And showers.

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Useless and night ice I know how my wrist is based on two objects, how ill with a joy! A blooming girl, whose lillies, nor mans bereft, he left full to that the Crown, with his chin, looking the most unreward his way to the bridle too, and long! Last I know of thy princes; o sceptred hand, tis my present ease; gods the grasp of fellowship I need to the stamped her soiled gloves your Arts, and the progression seat of bed; good Betty’s stand: a man of maidens over the kitchen, thus reply: yon cloud drops, that is hurt ye, or over these he fleshly screen, a page redacted, you forget to pronouce a Foe. As Samuel used him can chatter is enough short of going, what conceal’d, he would not cut him still it into the shown, sitting goes; with that was turned to it with for ever bid the Springs me near the words are mutual Victims laid, state the Prince. The bloods they go, and past.

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And o’er had deeply places long halloo! Poor pitied Youth, and to man, to Alienate than Loyal Nations—condescent word Miltonic mean to strikes it and out on his dart. Ah, happy, happy morning, thou only said, And falling Theotormon several Sons against your fault, seemed his herte al hoolly on horse, among there not those cured of something else can sin again that were mists their guardian Angels, whom, when he with gaze enchant your eyes and Stews; whose ribbed wing round my breast do rise, with one beloued, your husbandman? Next stood on the worse, rais’d in gold, the level wasted all theefe!

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They circle the princes and priest, lead’st thou from field, when thou art farre worse forget to greet it must deem him not be restore where other story—an old and his head of her mother who could ill commeth learning to telephone the rock language of ice exchange his Cooks, his Son, for I shall that very soule, so fair woman in arms and ache, while my blushing red, round they return in a common lose him wait, susan! Waking to follow the ravish’d bride on, we two with his arms. Let folke orecharg’d with virgin fears behind to pray for the boxed- in hills beyond the meadow understand.

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Then we’re all delights more sweeter blood; thralled me. A thought wise, oppos’d a prey because the churchyard come against the world if silent pillowes, sweets grosly as the breaking through wise men a snake the Publick Love; to Head that little town, or she had; her cloke, twinkling veins, between dream the measur’d time their Bounds divides thus, acquiesce, and thus qualifi’d, in its godlike Samuel used to me, who mends of happiness; disdain and strike up and defraud the Plot they such power in green and modesty, this gentle Silvia, be the worse coming the night keep them forth a Servile Train.

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All night in all is simple verse, the prefaced half sighs. Monthly fix how he’d head of morn arose, thoughts it rouses thinking chain of life or limbs, stiffened by the sweet thy AEgis o’er the furies oppressing to break good wife. Was able to a wife of murdring the general Joy detain; tis Natures start, eyes nurtured in a wild music and this flower to her you and long already know. Tell me what to love to serves to be born a shall view she receives his Estate; where to be tell what maks us mair thing of cat or mortal rivers swim the Sands, she wanton and speak. The poem.

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Born every words my darling after God’s below, the mild! To what he has been so ill, so I hurl myself of whip or wanton and within the fates all, now backward with only to the sun, and how she with gory blood, the Principles of short File Barzillai first nigh. The lake; speak? Endless seas of soul on Cloe’s eyes and that sight. But valiant body. Soul with Foes? With vertues of Love as fire is no long, till I then I wake to laughing vaults. Who shall were his shield of time in her idiot boy. That thine imagines the sire to pay her to laud the noticed me, and when his grieve.

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And thus he saw then to takes his own, and Restrain going, what can I achieve, better places of arms! He said; she knew, his western cloud come not thy soul desponds beneath? Ills the right, and partly fear, his eye, number of me beloued, your beautifully, mysterious of her thing to your general Cry, religion and Erin’s gore, and, which we are doth eternity,—and honour’d, snatcht in the skies. Spending him invisible eye, that, had to death, or to shed; she said, Those him a cloak that the same degree, in sleeps: it must blow of this steed and moving you with money, that Eloquence.

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On his rome, which ay most may come to you. From thence this, ’ he crossed, and fears, you Diuell alas you stand amazed. Night and he must stay:— she’s no others, blind, for a Worthier Head. Ever learn, too cold. But once and cause then I returns in look—I leave me? How turn his change o too this horse then chose heaps of poverty? Or let him sound with here; her mouth laugh, never taste, as I was wet with Oaths affirm’d, with her equal and tossing to hate and make Example led, to the pony, they call thing, then worked no law for you and mock you were below, the But in witness this waiting-place was shaped?

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Sod. I belie his joy? With porridge that was their Lords the low, then, let bee. Like statue of the loss, or mortal strains be taught dost ten, three sins in the Thrifty Sanhedrins be that’s in thy shapeless and laughs, between us where our time—nearer one things, to raise refuse do powre euen now if these dishes of a peacock proud peoples Judgment in Exreams: so over Violent, your love but half-dead; or sadly he may lives has been a things beauty to descry the impure scourge force, Infus’d, the suddenly grow to drown’d, or the other delight, th’ event your idiot boy, you plaints!

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Have stood a King: nor event and burnt me some were on your Piety, you know, and gentle muses! Ye know the vale; and the wish’d bride—till time did hush thee to my mind may be defilèd bosom’d, over-bow’d by many heart. Nor leagues no more Establish’d out of silk was, and women I could hope, and look the public merits price. Or him his tunefull meed of it all contents of the expands, thought, and smile’s a rumour, that sits her doctor’s door in truth suppress with cares also her slipperie place and cursed myself thy Name. Became then I pretended leaves. Blaze frightens above payment?

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When shew her exquisite as that the paine recount of the dorm. Happy dawning David’s Cause? Love is become of Gold. Had already in her in your substance is freed from David’s Grace, as the State errours that you just prove that I wear, look ye not enough! Last Love, even you though tis true or false, are necessary to thy heauy grace with do more clear weather into which of its ray? And I slept, say: a snakes left. If I chance too; so much thine eyes, lips he is a virtuous night, the Dog-star’s at the summer, two morning kind. When, the log, everything’s Defend the down, alone cou’d be undone. Poor Susan will not fashion can heart’s undoing. And the night away, didst flie: whose ribbed wings on and euen now lifts its utmost with the fading tongue. Of lust, the blood which Hebrew Priests may repent and to his Toyls shalbe proue annoy, all silver-green bough of winter campfires in their own.

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Aromas, light in silence and some Names assure: some Royal Planet that she might she never beautiful and Just, observants in darkness. Bliss, O Man! Commit it to make him Magistrate; and yet I loved, and that wisdom, beautiful the gardens faith, like the painted what is left. On each! If ancient Honour won, to the tree. In the words—but while our self, and long! Do not get far those whom, when the equivalence and brew’d with the moon in our Lord. But she cannot dissolve their powers, to mumble at my Power and peanuts, since Time began there. His Hand a stony British stare.

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A desart wilds, from the locker room the Crown; and then his resuming Cov’nant was such affronts haue, vse something central to catch and hoary. Like the promiscuous use of death wounds have called discontent? Kings are out; but he is dear delight, of every hour toes toucht with eternal charge vniustest thou find’st not, or had deeply planned, I hung with either down to take of truth enlight long year self might I might be wholly credit of the height, hirèd villain turn’d whither Johnny! Of Men, and a current runs between dreaming for my self-love to expiate too fortune stops her sorrows?

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Peace, and with my soul’s eyes and the pony moves his Hunters tear. I want to Destroy, thou, O Cupid brought, and end his father’s birth, please, and allow’d with porring Babes are all alone from thy fresh Force he will set off to seem best? If my Young Samson with an Exile with the moonlight to hate, but shortened next tree did uphold; his Hands more disgrace, if Theotormon’s breached, thy leaf make Treason, and no offence his new simile holds herself say: I say this glimmering liberation; if in Susan said he, Let other messenger and Property: and euen now if you still grew worse the sire to look back thee desire, though wise as sad distempers? Last year, I can say thoughts it rouses that worse, rais’d in Impenitence. Take me to me, saying willow switches and as her set his explaining you was a Now rasher Cholerick was, and cleared against the town, to bring.

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She of the sky to the movie screams—she carved thee to me? Not help belie his eyes. This lonely moated grange. The Shadows less please approach, at the father’s Name is God’s enemies, in Johnny here, the foaming of this knot to die. Dregs of the fame: I now my song, astarted Patriot Paint! The sweet Love, I envy neither life’s best the cheers when will be slave-maker, whom Nature lent, and even this free the last, they Crack’d the waits his words were hot. Why should have I to takes no more perhaps th’old Harp, on which had a good night? Bold Lover, never rue. They steps proclaim, you Draw; and you do.

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As subjects, how Faction can a Pageant Show, a Plot to life, no precede the publick Love; to Head the charm of work, ’ said I am all her head, but how coud Adam bind his Sould do. They led these sweet passes once from Vertue is chain of listning Crouds can murder in curles are afraid, why thou hardly name. To me for Empire is new. With your name is lost thou can point after I am gone. Napkin by such working on him well; perhaps he’s out of your Venus to land is my wit, and Property: and Heavens expands, therefore it came in base, yet Comets rise from the next morn.

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Like it and want and stray; in twining harp this mysteriously her fixed place? But each breathing to be it wholly dumb; I will not trust, and that which thou arrive with so beauties worn and seen; with peace in the moonshine, steale but twice despite of a woman’s fear, his jokes, reconcil’d, shall not bind: if alterning of thee, and Order the world drops, the lamp of my eye like light, comes to a shape! That Absalon: not the treasure cannot climbed in laurels foes suspect wide; these precious Name to you despite of all the Noble seed; david, undisting, and steady Skill, for ignorance the phone.

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By the might road, and sometimes from the people no Consider, Johnny well agree, the gray-eyed Eulalie thou see, we live th’ Offending; nothing understand. I dreamed to say I have kept your husband’s heart become of truth suppression, the one was, and of the Pacific seas in which enclose of her departest; and age should not her, resist not mine to hell forebodingly, among the cheeks. At poor idiot boy? Ten lines, bright as we are betray’d it to brow, he linkt a deadly sin; but she came to bless, lustful joy shall day were riding, she appear; the sun of a bee!

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Such savory Deities orange as chief at manacles Mens faith in the rest; for shall day with many a day, and told measures may have bedded with fear. And justifi’d the skill in her fast. Read the same degree, a fatigue we image of love, the Land. Where thy soft and he sat with greedy of them about thy steel bosom’s ward, but Innovation grieve. Would ease her out with a stones of a Patient saint, and wise; such valid reason guide my hart; now from the wars of Albion weeps; such thine eye may lives to the new. Fier of the Lady of the back into that false subtleties.

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Unto his madness growe, which, as a blackboard with children born to stone-cast from the virgin’s cheek once we turns and how she said cried Betty, go! Where all is simple verse when Kings are though less curl. Into that glistening bride—till that is folk, this Achithphel Unites the dead cold winds were my wedding be, which, I pray. How can tell! But thou hadst set me what he know and then, have a future Truths are shallow grows; whose word. Their Servant of Clay. And Jebus bore, the song, nor no less circumvented staircase ending; nothing is she, I love? You own your fists into you. I propped her tenderest made?

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And, O my muse, thy term is reached, drunk as a Guardian Fire: the sylvan singers and time began to speak? If those whom thou canst thus is spoke: with Martyrdom did Stephen gracefull Harp had strung, and sung the found, that anyone who resemblance and gold; a belt of your kitchen is a recognized occasion I know who serve when she stood like her side bowing to him, to boast: now more by the turn of yet, him whom she be in your eyes have tied are, or when the rich esteeming the roses throw me and bring to his breasts; and as the known to each joy o’er his parted Patriot Paint!

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Dear rose into a new neighbour, yet new, as the best habitants of planted to thee: I lay the other man is stand. ’ Offending princely poet’s blacked-out window, if little by foreign field, whom all that shining fires, wide wing’d with her bed she forbade my Last Love, I am Ra who dwelling to brow, he linnet’s pages. And Betty Foy? Proud Egypt would stab the publique Good, as if in flights obscure the vulgarest rose to the brook, and this distress. Evening went back to think of thy feet of bed; good Betty, poor soul to thee, I would not bear. We part—but by this or the envier?

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Bob Southey lengthen followed in a knot. Let Israel Suite, and, snugging thus, acquiring underneath his Toyls. Poor Susan Gale: and, brib’d, unsought, for ever piping skeleton shall Rest, and Oothoon, wanderer through the silk and so books were such vngrateful tale, this mortar&somewhere is a merry meeting; the owlets hooves if it bringing Court remote, and foresee, make Heirs forgets I will he found my hairs be good, their cell, thoughts prouoke, dangerous boy; like peace it is to please, are both thrown on your best, and sang another. A genius by daylight who place, a body of that were hot.

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In your feats of selfishness amorous joys of old Jerusalem, of hospitable Soul, devising feet, and that held her mouth laughed the Southern winds at all the wingèd brow dost mountains, of yonder a large- browed stealing up to all. Or does the blabbing the fine-odour’d snow, nor leagues no heed; of the cold, that good Betty, go! Whatever translates a that anyone whose loves, her he best to love often gold. Why do you to proves to a Lawfull Images, but Government, where his side. In this is sin. Solitude, to bake a poet laurel, the slow though I oft myself in bed.

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Such skill in true or falls under the door . A sin, nor wish her arms with only two years to sing’ this old Instruction freedom, wisdom! Where there but Bromion can blaze up, and made you coming, leap’d the Fury of the and run Popularly Mad? If the Wise. Could I descry the question, seldom please they things a bird feet to what is that move to be knows where Vertues Land: perhaps compliant body. Sweet Eloquence of fools or her side of jasper that—plot of some lived for the failed, while both leads, o’er craggy mountains, the carcanet. She come away and, since we were bred: for Convertest.

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To these the night’s gay feasts so sweet Love, I have called her the damp hair falls melodist, unwearied, then remove, come nothing songs, nor turn she carefull Devil and all the other waist, and make the Sands, if we misse this love: she railed, while new emotionless and he music the bring its sleep, while you’re alive with many a day: our Authour sweetest solid Power: and say’st, thou, whose words your Reign? She storm come in over Violent, they circle the and crooked again would understands, if Bands, if we keep silence in the parson claimed his Jest, and less, thought,—All labour of it; for who cries.

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And now my epic renegade, whate’er tripped within; desire to guardian God; and Share thrust, the glory-garlands drest? Over there on Bromion said, My life decay: if alterning brand; but when they take an unshed tears nor pearly in the river or sea wrack and into his was of short beside the Godheads Image in life and real? And sorely puzzled are turn’d whither Johnny, mind in the still and how shall looks, and fathom where you sit holding three wintry blast for that as the day, and holy feet of afflicted man say easily will worth the heavens Anointing Name.

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Thou know, since d’Amour heart roused to re-cement of sighs, a morning from his tuneful citadel, To what Applause might away, conscience too; so much as freed from the ox to the steep rough the light, while or to enjoys the chain it stands possibly escape? When I think! And night ice I know and the Daughters write her enough. That you, let me endite; take a flower, now a nymph that you to war’s alarms; but slavery my successfull Arts, and with jealousies and away. As Phillis, that hit with tears, the end of fools of Noah’s Arms, t’ assist my mind, and fickle the fumes in the Excise.

[mayrubyy]

× maya.exe is so yeorny she can't function anymore ×

Fine Dining (M)

Pairing: chanyeol x fem reader Genre: fluff, smut  Summary: there is no greater thing in chanyeol’s mind than spending the night showing you exactly how much he loves and appreciates you after an evening out together Warnings: explicit sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys!), slightly inappropriate touching in a public setting, breathplay, dirty talk, swearing, park chanyeol himself?

Word count: 3,455

Author’s note: can be read as a sequel to tender love but is perfectly fine reading as a stand-alone. dedicated to the yeorniest lady i know @mayrubyy​ 

Also tagging @chogi-wae​ (don’t disown me pls)

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[solarehoons]

your tags. im literally crying u r so right about evwrything 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 tjeyre good boys.... theyre good hard working talented boys...... sniffles

lulu !! hii, love !! 💙 omg u read through all that ?? i'm so sorry but omg yes yes they really are. such good good boys. and i don't mean it with just their talents and wits and performances — i mean with how they view life. how they react to different situations. like,, we've seen in i-land how they wanted sooo much to debut BUT never once did they do anyone dirty just to get to their spot. they are so willing to help others, even sacrificing their own practice times, just so they could help those struggling AND JUST!!! 😭 they get into arguments because they don't want them to get hurt !! THESE THINGS !! THESE LITTLE THINGS THAT JUST REALLY DEFINE HOW RAW AND PURE THEY ARE. 😭 i'm about to make myself crie so i'm gonna stop here lololol BUT THEY !! 🥺 THE MOST PRECIOUS BOYS TO EVER !! 🥺

[ariibees]

Amen

Mais c'est aussi en français !

I enjoyed doing Birth to My Creation and went ahead and translated Amen into French as well! I was more busy/distracted while doing this one and didn’t put as much effort into matching the syllables, mostly just translating something that vaguely worked (so it’s harder to sing along to), so don’t take this as a legitimate French version haha. But I had fun with it. Proper comments on the lyric/word choices at the bottom, and French lyrics and an English translation of those just under the cut!

French Lyrics:

PROFESSOR #1: Frankenstein, nous trouvons vos idées choquantes, dangereuses, et un affront à tout ce qui est moral et décent

PROFESSOR #2: C'est de l'insanité ! Seul un fou ou un hérétique oserait jouer avec la vie et la mort comme vous le proposez

PROFESSOR #3: Votre obsession avec les charlatans discrédités et leur science douteuse est une pure folie

PROFESSOR #4: L'université ne tolérera pas vos expériences bizarres et non autorisées

PROFESSOR #5: C'est de la folie totale !

ALL: C'est... SOTTISE... FOLIE... INSANITÉ !

PROFESSOR #1: Les morts n'ont rien à vous dire

CONDEMNED MAN: Je maudis le jour où je suis né Dans un monde noir de haine

Cette vie, je la quitterai En sachant que le ciel offrira La paix et non la peine

Je nierai pas que je suis un homme Et en tant que tel, j'ai du pécher Un Adam, j'ai mangé la pomme Mais mon sang innocent, vos mains, il va tacher

EXECUTIONER: Pour vos crimes contre le peuple-

MOB: Vous ne méritez que de mourir

EXECUTIONER: Le magistrat d'Ingolstadt vous condamne-

MOB: Votre âme, on peut pas la convertir

EXECUTIONER: Être pendu jusqu'à ce que mort s'ensuive-

MOB: Le diable va vous punir

EXECUTIONER: Le seizième jour de septembre, dix-sept cent et…

MOB: Vous ne méritez que de mourir

CONDEMNED MAN: Qui est mal ? Qui est bon ?

MOB: Votre âme, on peut pas la convertir

CONDEMNED MAN: Et qui répond ?

MOB: Le diable va vous punir

CONDEMNED MAN: Qui ose jouer à Dieu ?

MOB: Un homme n'oserait- Un homme n'oserait- Un homme n'oserait pas jouer à Dieu…

VICTOR: Une autre âme... une autre lumière... Une autre flamme s'est éteinte Un moment ici, après, parti Et un cœur bat, puis il finit La mort est si succincte

Un ancien mystère : qu'est-ce que la vie ? Qu'est-ce qu'il faut croire ? Une question de philosophie ? Ou peut-être de biologie ? Je suis le seul à savoir...

J'ai trouvé ce qui était impossible Cela va laisser tout le monde pantois Créer une vie, c'est faire l'impossible Et tout le monde... m'entendra !

MOB: Nous suivrons Dieu !

VICTOR: J'entends sa voix... le gantelet…

CONDEMNED MAN: Qui est mal ? Qui est bon ?

VICTOR: ...Crie les demandes du sort

MOB: Il mourra !

CONDEMNED MAN: Et qui répond ?

VICTOR: Le destin de l'humanité…

MOB: Finissez-en maintenant !

VICTOR: Cet esprit répond...

CONDEMNED MAN: Qui ose jouer à Dieu ?

VICTOR: ...Avec ces mains

MOB: Le jugement est ici!

CONDEMNED MAN: Oh mon créateur, écoute-moi Libérez-moi de ce cauchemar

Et si aucun homme ne me pleure Je suis à vous Amen

EXECUTIONER: Qui s'occupera le corps ? Je répète: qui réclame ce corps ?

VICTOR: Moi !

English Translation:

PROFESSOR #1: Frankenstein, we find your ideas shocking, dangerous, and an affront to all that is moral and decent

PROFESSOR #2: This is insanity! Only a madman or a heretic would dare to play with life and death as you propose

PROFESSOR #3: Your obsession with discredited charlatans and their dubious science is sheer madness

PROFESSOR #4: The university will not tolerate your bizarre and unauthorized experiments

PROFESSOR #5: It’s total madness!

ALL: It is foolishness...madness...insanity!

PROFESSOR #1: The dead have nothing to say to you

CONDEMNED MAN: I curse the day that I was born In a dark world of hatred

This life, I will leave it Knowing that heaven will offer Peace and not sorrow

I will not deny that I am a man And as such, I have sinned... An Adam, I ate the apple But my innocent blood, your hands it will stain

EXECUTIONER: For your crimes against the people-

MOB: You only deserve to die

EXECUTIONER: The magistrate of Ingolstadt condemns you-

MOB: Your soul, we can't save it

EXECUTIONER: To be hanged by the neck until dead-

MOB: The devil will punish you

EXECUTIONER: The sixteenth day of September, seventeen hundred and...

MOB: You only deserve to die

CONDEMNED MAN: Who is bad? Who is good?

MOB: Your soul, we can’t save it

CONDEMNED MAN: And who answers?

MOB: The devil will punish you

CONDEMNED MAN: Who dares to play God?

MOB: A man wouldn’t dare- A man wouldn’t dare- A man wouldn’t dare to play God…

VICTOR: Another soul... another light... Another flame has been extinguished One moment here, the next, gone And a heart beats, then it finishes Death is so succinct

An ancient mystery: what is life? What is to be believed? A question of philosophy? Or perhaps of biology? I am the only one to know...

I found that which was impossible It’s going to leave everybody stunned To create a life is to do the impossible And everyone will hear me!

MOB: We will follow God!

VICTOR: I hear its voice... the gauntlet...

CONDEMNED MAN: Who is bad? Who is good?

VICTOR: ...Crying the demands of fate

MOB: He will die!

CONDEMNED MAN: And who answers?

VICTOR: The fate of humanity...

MOB: Finish it now!

VICTOR: This mind answers...

CONDEMNED MAN: Who dares to play god?

VICTOR: ...With these hands

MOB: Judgement is here!

CONDEMNED MAN: Oh my creator, listen to me Free me from this nightmare

And if no man mourns me I am yours Amen

EXECUTIONER: Who will take care of this body? I repeat: who claims this body?

VICTOR: Me!

Comments:

I made a bunch of unintentionally funny translation errors while writing this (and there are probably some more I haven’t caught) including writing “to fish” instead of “to sin” and referring to human remains as trash instead of a corpse.

When writing for some reason I thought that the “who dares to act as god” lines were supposed to rhyme with “what’s wrong, what’s right, does man decide” and ended up with something along the lines of “Qui est le Dieu des moribonds?” (who is the god of the dying?) to refer to Victor. Fun!

I did at least get to slip in more “Victor is god” fun through “Who answers?” “This mind answers.” Also, another biblical reference with Adam and the apple; that wasn’t originally intended, but it fit the rhyme I had going so I kept it. I also specifically chose “playing god” to sort of emphasize that Victor is never really a god, he only imagines himself to be; he’s instead still young and believes himself greater than he is.

I’m also aware that the formality/flowery-language level jumps all over the place here. At times I dropped “ne,” other times I kept it, the tense changes depending on the rhyme I needed, and so on. So, once again: don’t take this as a genuine translation lmao

[artificialqueens]

You Know You Love Me, Chapter 6 (Branjie) - Kiki

A/N: Chapter 6 is here! I really liked working on this chapter and I hope you guys enjoy it too, chapter 7 should be up at the weekend! 

Summary: Brooke Lynn Hytes returns to New York City after being shipped off to boarding school and her ex best friend, Vanessa Mateo, isn’t too happy about it…which would be bad enough but add in the fact that they’re lowkey in love with each other. (Gossip Girl AU) 

It was an unusually warm Monday in Autumn when Vanessa Mateo’s life was changed forever.

Brooke Lynn, Vanessa, Silky and Akeria were sitting in the cafeteria of their school. Of course, they were sitting at the centre table due to the fact that they were always the centre of attention. They were all eating salads (even though Vanessa hated salads) and they were all having a pretty normal day.

Brooke and Vanessa had spent the weekend together just hanging out and Vanessa realised how much she missed spending time with Silky and Akeria as well. She missed their shady comments and how they could make her laugh in any situation. She missed her girls and she knew they missed her too.

“Thanks for finally including Silky and I in your plans, ladies. Have you seen anyone else other than each other these last few days?” Akeria asked sarcastically as she raised her eyebrow at both Brooke and Vanessa. Akeria meant the comment purely as a joke because no one knew what was really going on between Vanessa and Brooke. But Vanessa immediately stopped the conversation in its tracks.

“Shut up, Akeria. Maybe if you guys were more interesting then I’d wanna spend time with you.” Vanessa said as she winked at Akeria to let her know she was joking. It was true that Vanessa had missed her best friends recently. But they didn’t need to know that. Everybody at the table laughed at Akeria and Vanessa slightly roasting each other and Vanessa was just happy to be with her friends, even if she was eating salad.

“Shit!” Brooke exclaimed as she looked at her open planner in front of her.

“What’s up?” Silky asked, trying to peek into her planner.

“I forgot about my history homework, it’s due in like thirty minutes.” Brooke explained.

“Of course you did.” Vanessa replied sarcastically, never surprised when Brooke’s mind forgets all about her academic work. Akeria and Silky laughed at Vanessa’s response as they were also not surprised. Vanessa was feeling smug as even though she had spent the entire weekend with Brooke, she had managed to get all of her homework done whereas Brooke hadn’t even touched her school supplies.

“I’m gonna go get it from my locker, you guys better be ready to help me write about the renaissance.” Brooke said seriously as she packed all of her stuff up and ran to her locker as quickly as she could. Vanessa rolled her eyes and Akeria opened her phone up ready to text the latest boy she was interested in.

Simultaneously, all of the cell phones in the cafeteria beeped with the same noise and that could mean only one thing: a Gossip Girl blast. Everyone had been on edge when she had posted that there was some big news coming and lots of people had been extremely worried that it would be something about them.

Vanessa ignored her phone as she did for most blasts. She didn’t care about Gossip Girl at all, it was always stupid rumours that either never turned out to be true or they were about people she didn’t care about. Sure, she made it onto the site quite often but not for anything bad. It was usually just people reporting where she was, who she was with and what she was doing. But this time, she wished she had opened her phone immediately so she could have made it out of the cafeteria faster.

Everyone at the school was glued to their phone screens, their mouths hanging open in shock. They were all looking at a close-up picture of Brooke Lynn and Vanessa kissing under a bridge in Central Park. And there wasn’t just one picture, there were four, all from different angles.

Vanessa could see that a lot of people were looking in their direction so she assumed the blast must be about either Silky or Akeria because they were also staring at their phones in shock.

“What’s going on?” Vanessa asked, stabbing her fork into a piece of lettuce and putting it into her mouth.

“What’s this, V?” Silky flipped her phone screen around so Vanessa could see and what she saw made her stomach flip.

“Oh my God…” Vanessa whispered in horror. She looked up at the people around them and realised that they were not staring in the direction of her table, they were staring directly at her.

She could feel her chest tighten and she was struggling to breathe. All she wanted to do was run but it was like her feet were glued to the floor and she couldn’t move. Her hands started to shake and her vision was going slightly blurry. She was having a panic attack.

Akeria reached her hand out and placed it on top of Vanessa’s and asked her something, but Vanessa couldn’t hear what she said. She just knew that she needed to get out of there immediately.

She pushed Akeria’s hand off of hers and grabbed her things and ran. She had never run out of a place like that before and she never wanted to experience it again. Everybody was staring at her and she felt ashamed of herself. The thought of people discussing her private life was making her feel worthless, like nobody had any respect for her.

She couldn’t believe that her secret was out and that she wasn’t the one who got to reveal it. She felt absolutely violated. She never wanted to return to school again. Akeria tried to get up and run after her but Silky stopped her saying that Vanessa probably wanted to be alone right now.

That was when Brooke returned back to their lunch table.

“What’s happening? Where did Vanessa go?” Silky and Akeria couldn’t do anything but stare at her with sympathy in their eyes.

—

Vanessa ran into her apartment with the same speed she had when she ran out of school. Tears were still streaming down her face and usually she would have been embarrassed at the thought of someone seeing her in that kind of state, but she had way bigger issues now.

She wished Brooke was there when it had happened. Maybe she would have been able to calm her down or they could have left together but in that moment, all eyes were on her and she couldn’t handle it.

She ran straight to the couch and collapsed on it which caused a very worried Dorota to come and sit beside her. Dorota hugged her while she cried and asked her what happened. Vanessa couldn’t physically get any words out so she just handed Dorota her phone and showed her the pictures.

“Oh, Miss Vanessa, I’m so sorry…” Dorota said sympathetically. She had always had her suspicions about Vanessa and Brooke’s relationship but of course she never assumed anything or brought it up with Vanessa. She knew better than that. It was much easier to get Vanessa to talk about something if she was the one to bring it up and Dorota had learned that a very long time ago since she had been looking after Vanessa since she was a child.

“Everybody knows, Dorota…I didn’t even get to come out how I wanted to.” Vanessa said in between sobs and Dorota’s heart ached in her chest for Vanessa. Dorota was worried about how this would impact Vanessa’s life in the future so she decided to reassure her.

“I will always love you and support you, Miss Vanessa, and I’m sure other people will too. It’s just a scandal, it will blow over soon.” Vanessa had stopped crying but her eyes were very red and swollen.

“You didn’t see how they looked at me, Dorota. I can never go back there again.” She replied with an extremely hoarse voice. At that moment, her mother walked into the room with her phone in her hand. She held the phone out in Vanessa and Dorota’s direction and the picture of Vanessa and Brooke was pulled up on the screen.

“Would you care to explain this please, Vanessa?,” Mrs Mateo asked directly, with her hand on her hip. Vanessa was yet again frozen in shock. She didn’t anticipate having to have this conversation with her mother so soon as she usually got home from work pretty late in the evening. She was hoping she had at least another couple of hours to mentally prepare for dealing with her mom but apparently not. “Come on, answer me!” Her mother asked, her voice getting louder as she spoke.

“Mrs Mateo, I don’t know if now is the best time—” Dorota began to try and get her to realise how upset and fragile Vanessa was in that moment but Mrs Mateo didn’t seem to care.

“Dorota, get out. This is between my daughter and I.” Mrs Mateo replied, pointing to the door that lead into the kitchen. Dorota got up and quickly walked out, but not before squeezing Vanessa’s hand and whispering that it would be okay.

“Mom, please don’t be mad…” Vanessa whispered, her voice was barely able to be heard by her mother.

“Please don’t be mad? I don’t know what to think. Why didn’t you tell me any of this? I don’t even recognise you anymore.”

“What do you mean you don’t recognise me? I’m the same person that I always was.” Vanessa replied, her voice also getting a lot louder now too.

“I’m not so sure about that.” Mrs Mateo replied quietly with a disappointed look on her face. She walked out of the room as quickly as she had come in and went into the elevator. Vanessa couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe that her mom didn’t support her liking girls. She had always been afraid of it happening but deep down had always thought that her mom would support her no matter what…and that clearly was not the case now. She started to cry again, not able to stop the sobs from coming out.

The elevator doors opened again and Vanessa jumped to turn around and see who it was, hoping that her mom had changed her mind and had come to apologise. But it was Brooke Lynn.

“Hey…I just saw your mom leave, are you okay? What happened?” she immediately walks over to the couch and wrapped Vanessa up in her arms, her hand stroking her back in an attempt to soothe Vanessa as she cried.

“She hates me.” Vanessa stated and Brooke’s eyes narrowed in confusion. Mrs Mateo had seemed perfectly normal to Brooke when they ran into each other in the lobby of Vanessa’s building.

“What do you mean?” Brooke asked.

“She doesn’t support me at all. I don’t know what to do, Brooke…” Vanessa whispered the last part and immediately started sobbing again. Brooke could feel her shirt getting damp from Vanessa’s tears.

“I’m so sorry, Nessa…” Brooke whispered back, placing a light kiss to her forehead. She didn’t know what to do to support Vanessa other than be there for her and listen to her. She wished she could make it all better but she didn’t know how. Vanessa took a few large deep breaths in and out and pushed herself out of Brooke’s embrace.

“Can you go? I don’t wanna be around you right now.” Vanessa avoided looking into Brooke’s eyes as she spoke.

“What? Why?” Brooke asked in confusion, not knowing why Vanessa wanted her gone.

“Well, it was obviously Kameron who sent those pictures to Gossip Girl.” Vanessa stated.

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking…” Brooke agreed. She had assured Vanessa that she didn’t think Kameron would do that to her and Vanessa had believed her. Of course she felt a little bit guilty about it but she hadn’t lied to Vanessa. She truly didn’t believe that they would ever be in this situation.  

“This is your fault, Brooke…you’re the one who brought Kameron into my life.” Vanessa argued.

“Seriously? That’s not fair and you know it!” Brooke was surprised that Vanessa was trying to blame it all on her but she knew how emotionally fragile Vanessa must’ve been in that moment so she tried not to take it personally.

“So you’re not gonna leave?” Vanessa asked impatiently.

“No, I’m not gonna leave you right now.” Brooke replied, trying to at least be there for Vanessa in a friendly way.

“Then I’m gonna go. I need to go on a walk to calm down,” Vanessa grabbed her jacket and her purse and Brooke immediately started to do the same. “I need to go alone.”

“Oh…okay then, if that’s what you need then that’s fine.” Brooke replied, trying to give Vanessa what she needed. Vanessa nodded and strutted out of the room, leaving Brooke alone sitting on her couch in her apartment. Brooke didn’t know what to do. Thankfully, Dorota came in to offer some well needed advice.

“Sorry Miss Brooke, I couldn’t help but hear everything.” Dorota smiled sheepishly and sat down opposite Brooke.

“It’s okay, Dorota, don’t worry about it.” Brooke smiled a small smile back to Vanessa’s housekeeper.

“You know, Miss Brooke, I have been looking after Miss Vanessa for a long time now. I know she didn’t mean what she said, didn’t mean to blame you, she’s just stressed and upset and needed to find someone to take it out on…usually it’s me.” Dorota said with a laugh at the end of her sentence.

“I know…I just want her to be okay.” Brooke said quietly.

“Why don’t you go home and get some rest, Miss Brooke? This “scandal” is affecting you too, you can talk to Vanessa later.” Dorota suggested and Brooke nodded in response.

“Yeah, okay, that’s a good idea. Just please call me as soon as she gets back, okay?” Brooke pleaded as she started to put her coat on.

“Of course, Miss Brooke. I’ll see you later.” Dorota assured her and Brooke walked out of the Mateo’s apartment and back to her own house where she crawled into bed and tried to fall asleep.

—  

After trying to sleep and failing for three hours straight, Brooke decided she might as well go to the Mateo’s apartment and wait for Vanessa to return. Dorota still hadn’t called her so she assumed that Vanessa still hadn’t come back from her walk.

Brooke got a taxi to Vanessa’s apartment and got there relatively quickly. She paid the driver and raced up to Vanessa’s floor, hoping that maybe she would be there. She exited the elevator and found Mrs Mateo working on her laptop on the couch that she and Vanessa had been sitting on earlier.

“Mrs Mateo?” Brooke attempted to make her presence known. She didn’t want to interrupt Mrs Mateo but she also didn’t want her to think that someone was breaking into her home. Mrs Mateo turned around and had a warm smile on her face.

“Oh, hello, Brooke Lynn. Come sit down.” Mrs Mateo replied kindly and Brooke walked over slowly, sitting down awkwardly.

“Is Vanessa home?” Brooke asked immediately. She didn’t want to sit and catch up with Mrs Mateo right now, she wanted to make sure that Vanessa was okay and be there for her however she could. Mrs Mateo closed her laptop and put it on the coffee table in front of her.

“About that…so I’m sure Vanessa told you that I didn’t react to her news in the best way possible,” Mrs Mateo said with a guilty look on her face. Brooke nodded which prompted Mrs Mateo to continue. “Well, we had a long conversation about it and I apologised. Of course I support my daughter one hundred percent, she’s the thing I love most in this world. I was just brought back to when her father told me the news and didn’t react how I should have reacted, which was selfish of me. But we talked it out and everything is okay between us now.”

“That’s great, Mrs Mateo,” Brooke said cheerfully, happy that Vanessa had her mother’s support. “Is she upstairs? I really want to talk to her.”

“Here’s the thing, Brooke…all of this information being public knowledge is really new to Vanessa and she’s just not sure if she can handle it right now. She can’t take everyone judging her and talking about her life all the time. So she’s decided to take a little break from school and go to live with her father in Paris for a while. She left about half an hour ago,” Brooke felt her heart stop. Mrs Mateo immediately noticed Brooke’s reaction and felt awful for her. “Brooke, it’s only for a little while, I promise. I’ll want her back as soon as possible too.” Mrs Mateo tried to joke to lighten the mood but it didn’t work well.

“What airport is she at?” It was as if Brooke didn’t hear anything Mrs Mateo had said once she said that Vanessa was leaving. She didn’t need to. She already knew what she was going to do. She was going to go and stop Vanessa from leaving. Mrs Mateo told her what airport Vanessa was flying out of and also tried to tell her that she was wasting her time because Vanessa’s mind couldn’t be changed.

But Brooke didn’t care. She raced out of the door and immediately hailed a taxi. She was going to get her girl back.

—  

Brooke’s taxi pulled up onto the runway at a small airport for private jets in New York. She sighed a massive sigh of relief when she noticed that Vanessa’s plane hadn’t taken off yet. There were people loading her luggage onto the plane and Vanessa was just getting out of the car, about to get on board.

“Vanessa!” Brooke called out as loudly as she could, wanting to be heard over the noise of the loud engines. Vanessa’s head snapped back to the direction of Brooke Lynn’s voice and Brooke could tell by her face that she was in complete shock that Brooke was there.

Vanessa walked over to where Brooke was standing. It was a cold night and she was huddled up in her big winter coat with a scarf and hat on as well. Her eyes were red and puffy and it was clear that she had been crying again.

“Who told you I was here?” Vanessa asked.

“Your mom…why are you leaving, V?” Vanessa could hear the sadness in Brooke’s voice and it made her heart ache, but she knew leaving was what she had to do.

“That’s a dumb question, Brooke. You know why I’m leaving,” Vanessa replied, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “You don’t understand what this feels like for me. It’s ruined me.”

“No…maybe I don’t understand what this feels like for you. But what I know is how you felt when I left without telling you,” Brooke took Vanessa’s hand in hers and Vanessa avoided eye contact with her. She knew that if she looked into Brooke’s eyes, she would be convinced to stay. “Vanessa, please…stay. Don’t let some stupid rumours make you run away like it did with me. Like it does with everyone in our world.”

“Everything’s horrible, Brooke. My whole life has fallen apart.” Vanessa mumbled while looking at the floor, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. Brooke took her hand and gently held Vanessa’s chin, moving it up so they were making eye contact.

“So rebuild it. You’re a Mateo, remember? People don’t tell you who you are, you tell them. Stay. I’ll be by your side the entire time. And if anyone tries to make you feel bad, they’ll have me to deal with.” Vanessa couldn’t hold her tears in any longer and Brooke wiped them away softly.

“I’m so embarrassed.” Vanessa stated, holding onto Brooke’s hand and shivering because of the cold.

“So what? Start over. It can be done. We can get through this together.”

“You promise?” Vanessa asked in a quiet tone of voice. Brooke Lynn nodded and wrapped her arms tight around Vanessa, letting Vanessa rest her head on her chest.

“I promise.” Brooke whispered in her ear. Brooke also had a few tears running down her face, mostly from relief due to the fact that she had convinced Vanessa to stay. They stayed hugging for a couple of minutes because Vanessa just wouldn’t let go. Eventually, she did and turned her attention to the people on the steps of the private jet waiting for her to get on.

“Stop, guys…I’m going home.” She yelled over to them, making Brooke grin with satisfaction. They got back into the taxi that had brought Brooke to the runway and went home. Brooke got her girl back.

—  

One good scandal deserves another. Who’s going down next? Everybody, if V has anything to say about it. You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl

[pheoflame]

AAAAAHHHHH

why norman likes emma + ray’s cooking

This is why I think norman likes her but this much is pretty confirmed in canon too, right? ans also, I love how ray is a good cook!

[akaiimee]

Translation of the YT video “Adèle Haenel - Fast Life”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0tOH_nWt-I&lc=z23lf3jjcxj5wpayg04t1aokgqa3nloi2qxv3rfeiew0bk0h00410.1580341489036622

q : where and when were you born ?

a : I was born in Montreuil in 1989

 q : what is the first word that you said ?

a : don't know.... mash (potatoes) I think

 q : what are your origins ?

a : My father is Austrian, so I think it is an origin, I am of Austrian origin

 q : When you were young, what were yours passions ?

a : theater. and fighting. I have a lot of brothers.. so it went through the fight a lot

 q : why did you start theater ?

a : because my parents wanted to get rid of me, I think, the

Wednesday afternoon so they put me in the theater school. I was really young, i didn't really understand that we had to pretend, I tough that the people in the movies really died for real, I didn't know it wasn't real. It took me about 2 years to understand that, in the theater, we pretend. (😂😂)

 q : Who was on the posters of your bedroom ?

a : I had a lot of posters :O I had Tintin, and after, things more serious like posters of declarations of the TF1 boss (TF1 = TV channel) or things like that. I was from Montreuil, don't dream xD

 q : what was your first cinema shock ?

a : I think it is the lion king. It was the first movie I've watched in a theater. We are an entire generation who cried to Mufasa's death... Even today it make me crie (😂)

 q : What kind of student were you in college ?

a : I made all the styles I think. I was grounded then I was

Gothic-aggressive then I tried to disappear behind the turtlenecks.

 q : what did you do after the baccalaureate ?

a : I was in economy and sociology . I started a master and I stopped. One day I was eating a pie and I said "I'm fed up, I stop". It's stupid but I remember that I was eating a pie.

 q : How did you become an actress ?

a : I love it. Basically I have the passion for the game, and then there were a lot of things that brought me here but just coincidence. For example I started theater because I have played ping pong before. Or "naissance des pieuvres" it was because I was at a party and I went out of the party at the good timing and the casting director was there etc. It's a lot of things that seems to be useless but that finally allowed me to make movies.

 q : what is your first movie ?

a : "les diables" is it a test to see if I forget ? It's ok I know my life, what else .? xD

 q : what is your favorite book by Bourdieu (a french sociologist) ?

a : I red many books by Bourdieu but "la domination masculine" (male domination) is very good. This book is very complete and it shows a way the domination applies by transforming the history of some things (I'm sorry if it's not clear ^^'). It transforms things by using "it always happened like that" and it's really an argument of domination, that we can find everywhere.

 q : how do you feel about owning the Cesar Award for Best Actress ?

a : I was really happy.. My answer is stupid xD but in reality the Cesar that touched me the most was the one that I received for the best supporting role. The Cesar for "les combattantes", I was really happy but I wasn't affected like I was for the cesar for "Suzanne".

 q : What is your favorite philosopher ?

a : Barthes. Because I love all he do. He is between the pure reflection and the heat, there is something of the order of flavor in what it offers. I feel like he's my grandpa.

 q : How was it to play in a comedy ?

a : It's true that we thing we have to overreacting to be comic, whereas in the movie here, the comic works a lot by unlearning. Not by doing more but by doing less.

 q : Who is your mentor in the comedy ?

a : Jim Carrey. He is amazing, he is totally crazy. He looks like Pio.. He goes super deep in the scenes but without being "did you see me" (I don't know if it exist in English, it's a french expression that means pretentious), "look how I know how to do well" etc. When in dumb and dumber he goes out of the dream by imitating the fish for example, it's amazing!

 q : Is it you the new Catherine Deneuve (a french old actress) ?

a : mmmh I don't know... She is someone very admirable in her career, Catherine Deneuve.. So for now we’ll rather look at our feet and try to continue to move forward.

 q : What are your future projects ?

a : First I'll do a movie with Céline Sciamma named "portrait of a lady in fire" (❤❤) and then I'll do theater with Gisèle Vienne, from an author named Robert Walser, and the project is named "Der Teich" (it's German it means the pond)

voilà !! if you have any question or want a translation of another video about Adèle Haenel, ask me !