#title from Violet by Wild Party

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

a whisper in the autumn wind

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1647 | Read on AO3

A chill racks your body as you and Mark make your way through the cool night. You mentally curse, wishing you were wearing more layers, though you know anything more wouldn't have fit under the tactical vest that sits snugly around your torso.

Your heist partner doesn't seem to notice you shiver, busy making sure the coast is clear before proceeding and gesturing for you to follow.

You do your best to keep pace with your friend's manoeuvres as he darts an odd pattern through the museum, triggering a bout of slight nausea that causes you to stop in your tracks.

‘Hey, keep up!’ Mark whisper-yells, turning around just in time to miss you steadying yourself after a wave of dizziness.

Somehow you make it the rest of the way without collapsing or being seen, but you're now all too aware of the fatigue in your muscles and the soreness in your throat. Meanwhile, your partner in crime carefully but swiftly wraps the stolen artefacts and slips them into his bag.

Your prize this time? A series of ancient tablets that you plan to sell to an illegal collector. You can't imagine what practical use someone would have for these, but at the end of the day, a job's a job and money is money.

It is only on your way out, that you feel the tell-tale itch in your nose that you have been dreading all evening.

As you scrunch up your face, Mark looks at you in confusion.

‘Buddy, you've been acting off all night, what's up with you? You good?’

You nod, desperately wanting to move on and for this to be over with.

The first couple of sneezes you manage to quell without too much fuss, but you can already feel a larger one threatening your nostrils.

While crouched behind a display, hiding from some guards, comes the point at which you can no longer hide that you're suppressing sneezes.

‘Alright, we are so close to being scot-free— hey what are you —? You're not sick are you? Really? Now?!’

Mark shakes his head back and forth with a string of frantically whispered "no"s as you fight your reflexes, but it's futile.

The sneeze that finally escapes you is resounding, and there is a beat of stunned silence and lack of movement from every party involved before you and Mark react first, bolting out the exit with the guards in pursuit.

It's a mad dash with a lot of ducking and diving, adrenaline probably the only thing keeping your body going, but by some miracle the two of you manage to lose them, eventually making it to where your getaway vehicle is parked some ways away so as to not be suspicious.

Piling into the passenger seat, exhaustion hits you all at once and you're thankful that Mark is the one driving. You pull off your gloves and hat and he does the same.

With no one following you, your partner drives cautiously in order to not draw any unwanted attention, careful to abide by traffic laws and always on the lookout for cops.

‘There's tissues and water in the glove box,’ he says after a few minutes, expression hard-lined and inscrutable, eyes focused on the road.

There's a thick tension in the car, uncharacteristically quiet save for the limited traffic outside and the rumble of the engine. You blow your nose, and it feels awkward in the silence, only broken on occasion by your sniffing. You take a sip of water, grateful for the coolness against your chapped lips and dry throat.

Eventually, you decide you don't want to endure the tension any longer, and you're too tired to let your little mishap turn into an argument; it was your fault, after all.

‘I'm sorry.’

Mark sighs. He glances at you, then back to the road.

‘It's okay. It's not your fault you're sick, it's just… Why didn't you tell me?’

‘Didn't want to ruin the heist.’ You laugh, but it's strained and weak, void of any real mirth or humour. ‘But I guess I kinda messed up on that anyway, huh?’

He lets out a small huff of laughter. ‘Yeah, no shit.’

You look down at your hands, folded in your lap.

‘Hey, it's not a big deal,’ he consoles. ‘We got what we came for and we didn't get caught. That's about as much as we can say for most of our heists.’

Your gaze stays downcast; he does make a good point, but it doesn't stop you from feeling a little guilty.

Mark must notice, because he reaches across to place a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, other hand still keeping the wheel steady.

You put your own hand over his, grateful for the comfort. You close your eyes and will away the growing dizziness and brain fog, the warmth from his now ungloved palm reassuring.

‘Look buddy, I need you to know I'm not mad or anything, just a bit upset that you didn't tell me in the first place… and annoyed at myself for not catching onto the fact sooner. I just thought… I thought you felt like you could be honest with me about this stuff.’

There's an undeniable hurt in his tone that makes you look up at him. He is still intently focused on the road ahead, despite there being rather few other people and cars out at this time of night, and you know it's out of choice — he takes his eyes off the streets in favour of looking your way for much longer than necessary when he wants to. Usually you'd chide him for doing so, but right now you can't help but wish he'd properly meet your eyes, just for a moment.

‘No – I can. I can tell you nearly everything, I – I'm sorry.’ You take a steadying breath, organising your thoughts. ‘You were just – really looking forward to this one, and there was no better day for it, everything lined up perfectly for us to go tonight. This stupid cold had to turn up and it started out as just a sore throat, no big deal, and well… I thought I could stick it out a little longer despite feeling like crap, but…’ You trail off, turning to look out the window as he approaches your shared base, returning his hand to the wheel.

He pulls up, setting the car to park, and finally turns his head to fully face you, placing a hand on your knee to get your attention.

He says your name, and it sounds like a term of endearment. For someone so bold and often brash, he can be surprisingly tender, a side of him that rarely anyone but you gets to see. ‘I rely on you, and you can rely on me… but part of that means we have to tell each other these things.’

‘Yeah, OK…’

‘Pinky promise?’

‘What are you, five?’

‘I'm serious,’ he says firmly, holding out his finger to emphasise the point.

Smiling, you hook your pinky around his own and shake on it, but not without rolling your eyes first.

‘Good,’ he says, pleased. ‘Now that that's settled, let's get inside, hm?’

While Mark retrieves the loot and stows it for the time being, you let yourself in, settling on the small couch in the living room. You take off your shoes and unzip your vest, easing it off your aching limbs.

The nausea and dizziness seems to have passed but you feel hot, yet a little shivery, and you're on the verge of nodding off when Mark appears in front of you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. If it's even possible, you feel incrementally hotter with his touch as you return his concerned gaze through sleepy, half-lidded eyes.

‘I think you've got a fever, bud. C'mon, time for bed.’

You groan in protest, too drained to move, instead letting your head fall forward to plop against his chest, the soft texture of his plain black sweater a comforting feel against your fevered skin.

‘Oh boy, what am I gonna do with you…?’ he murmurs, bringing a hand up to pat your hair. He speaks softly, and with such affection that your heart would probably be doing somersaults if you weren't so tired and ill.

‘Alright, upsy-daisy.’ In one quick motion, he picks you up, carrying you bridal style to your room, and for once you don't object.

‘Hey, you better not make me sick too,’ he warns without an ounce of actual distaste, as you practically nuzzle your face into him.

He gently lays you in bed, tucking covers around you.

‘I'll be right back.’

You instantly miss his presence, tugging the blanket up a little around yourself.

He returns before long with a box of tissues, the bottle of water you'd been drinking and some painkillers, leaving them by your bedside. He places a wet face cloth beside you as well.

‘I know you're probably feeling cold but I don't want your temperature to get too high, so use this, and keep drinking water.’

You nod, about ready to drift to sleep.

‘Call me if you need anything, OK? I won't be far.’

‘Don't you want to sleep?’

‘I will in a little while, but you can still call me.’

‘Ok,’ you reply appreciatively. ‘Thanks for… looking after me.’

‘Someone's got to.’ He smiles at you gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

After a pause, he gets up to leave, pulling the door closed but leaving a gap the width of his face.

‘Rest up, buddy.’

He makes a quick kissing sound in your direction before shutting the door fully, his footsteps receding down the hallway.

Your face feels very warm.

Must be the fever, you think, placing the towel on your forehead with a yawn, before swiftly falling asleep.

[hundredacreletters]

Lady Whistledown Column from the Doctor Who episode Rogue (1x06) at the Pemberton Ball (SPOILERS!)

spoilers, sweetie! you have been warned

. November 29, 1813

Dearest Gentle Reader,

The Pemberton Ball last night turned into just the show the Duchess seemed to have wanted.

Even though most of the guests lied straight to the Dutchess’ face, the whole event was nothing special at the start. Throughout most of the night, I assumed the talk of the party would be nothing more than the horrid frock of the Duchess of Pemberton. One would assume the host of such an event would put more effort into her look. She certainly did not want the ton assuming she was a delightful person who was easy to approach for pleasant conversation. She did indeed try to turn it around on poor Lady Wallace who had a similar frock on to one she previously wore, but that did not make her look any more handsome. Lady Wallace did seem to know the unspoken rules more than the Duchess.

“If you wear a gown doned by another member of society, especially more than a season ago, the only way to escape ridicule is to turn more eyes in a pleasing way.”

Lady Wallace certainly won that game.

Lord Barton continued his rakish ways by upsetting half of the ladies in attendance tonight. Miss Emily Beckett was particularly disturbed by the Lord, but later appeared to be cheered up by newcomer Lady Ruby Sunday. She comes south from Notting Hill Estate. Lady Sunday almost fell prey to Lord Barton as well. This author has never seen one see through his guise so swiftly. It is like a refreshing cup of lemonade after a night of dancing to see a stranger figure out another’s true nature without reading my column. Comparing Lord Barton to the likes of stilton? Birds of a feather, you and I might be. I hope we meet before you return north.

The night certainly turned around by the antics of some mystery guests and the Duchess herself. This author certainly knew this ball would be the Pemberton’s most eventful ball to date when a particular dance started. Out of the blue waltzed in a couple comprised of both men. Not a closed mouth in the room once eyes were laid on the pair. One in blue looking eerily similar to the late Viscount Bridgerton. Another wearing crimson, only being called the doctor by all who introduced him. The violet pair must mingle often based on their outburst. I hardly assume the traditional courting traditions have been followed. Nonetheless, the unknown Lord in blue asked the doctor, with his heart bleeding out across his chest, to give up his title and fortune for him. The Lord in Blue could not promise him a future without an ultimatum. At that, he briskly dropped to one knee. Despite the avant-garde match, there seemed more love than in almost every match in all of Bath. And, after all of that passion, the doctor turned him down. Note to the Lord in Blue: I would never. Even if this match is scorned by most of society, the pair are ruined in most eyes now. There must be lots of hurt if they don’t end up together when they have no one but each other. I do not see why it is so unsightly to most. From a mathematical stand, if society allowed such ideas, there would be a higher probability for the all coveted “love matches.”

Somehow, this wasn’t the most wild display of the night. There was a horror show played out throughout the house. Actors were dressed as bird-like creatures painted as villains. The Duchess was the star antagonist of it all. If this show was as planned as it appeared, the timeliness of it was peculiar. Many of the guests were gone by the time the show started. Lord Galpin, known for being one of the last to leave a function, left before any action started. It was certainly not for everyone, as it scared off the rest of the party. If the Duchess wanted a show, she surely got it. Not how I would have ended a party, though. You must forgive our haste in leaving without goodbyes, Duchess. Those who were not startled by your frock were later scared off by your avian obsession.

As always, Lady Whistledown

uploaded to ao3 as Lady Whistledown Column from the Pemberton Ball

[queerweewoo]

TEASER TUESDAY

this is from (what has evolved into) my jealous!eddie fic asdfhjkljjjjsksk. it's canon compliant, so far, and i actually shared the first half for snippet sunday but i'm including it here, too, because it's changed quite a bit since then.

WARNING: i personally have no hate for tommy, but eddie is becoming increasingly jealous af over tevan—and is also devastated about chris leaving and sad in general right now bc of it—and therefore kinda digging in on hating on the guy in this particular story.

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“It'll always be you, Eds.”

Buck beams at him from across the table and Eddie thinks of Texas sunshine in late July and of violet flames and Supernovas.

He feels his best friend's words and that blinding smile in his gut like a constant, gnawing hunger, but Eddie's an old hand at starving himself of his desires and doesn't know how to answer anyway so just winks and smiles back, and it's a dim little effort peeking out from the cover of the shady place Eddie's been cowering in for a while—ever since the brutal incandescence of the lightning strike, since Buck fucking died—while he tries his utmost not to freak out two-fold: 1) at the non-stop panic attack-inducing possibility of something as completely fucked-up as those three minutes and seventeen seconds happening al over again and 2) self-abasing distress over whether or not here is just where Eddie lives, now.

Dwindling in the shadows.

He crosses his arms over his chest (his heart) and breathes in deeply yet silently, and is motionless as possible as he prays his wild-eyed expression isn't giving away his hard-won hiding place.

Buck shouldn't be able to just—say stuff like that to him. It's torture. And while Eddie may very well be a masochist, he does have his limits. Sure, right now his partner is actually only talking about them teaming up for Pictionary and whatever other games the group will undoubtedly end up threatening each other over this evening, but still. Eddie can't help but hear some things in the way he is so desperate to hear them.

Those things he wishes Buck meant for real.

Whether Eddie is capable of openly admitting it or not (maybe he has some kind of weird defect when it comes to this shit?), he now knows inherently that it'll always be Buck for him from here on out

Then Buck is merciless, adding, “You're my Ride or Die, Diaz! It's you and me forever, right?” just to up the torture and consequently murder Eddie in cold blood right here in the middle of Hen and Karen's living room in front of all their friends.

And ¡Dios mio!, Eddie is so totally fucking fucked.

Despite himself, he nods and huffs out a small laugh, confirming, “Ride or Die, Buckley,” while cursing the blood vessels in his neck and cheeks and ears as he flushes a shade of scarlet redder than the sacred Mexican Heart under the scrutiny of the entire gang (bar Bobby and Athena), fists clenching further where they're balled up beneath his armpits.

Chimney raises his beer in the air. “Alright, alright, settle down you bunch of reprobates! All Ride or Die teams have been established, so, everybody buddy up and take your places beside each other now, please. I believe that you all have a drink…” and he looks around the table to check if his estimate is correct before continuing. “Yes, cool, okay, so. It is therefore once again time to find out who this month's Most Powerful Party Gaming Duo will be—” and he turns to Maddie and says, “Don't worry pookie, nobody's taking away our reigning champion title tonight; we got this.”

Maddie smiles at her husband, sweet as sugar cookies, before addressing the rest of the room with a savage, “Get ready to have your asses handed to you, Losers!” 

There is a round of disgusted gasps being gasped and disbelieving heads being shaken and defensive fists being waved in the air, all amid Hen's, “Reigning champions? You won one time. And who the hell made you Gamesmaster Han, anyway? My house, my rules, Howard.” And then Karen's adding, “I think you'll find it's actually our house, my rules, babe,” in her wife's direction, she and everybody else now moving around the table like they're playing musical chairs—Eddie stubbornly stays put because if you ask him, it's more than enough that he's managing to be here, period—as each of them pairs up with their chosen teammates into squads made up of Significant Others.

Husband and wife. Wife and wife. Two sets of Boyfriends and girlfriends. Josh and his date. 

Eddie and Buck. 

Except it isn’t Eddie and Buck, not really. Not at all, actually, at least not in the way Eddie wants it to be—fucking needs it like his blood needs to move oxygen around his body to keep him alive—because Eddie will only ever be Buck’s ‘forever’ whenever Tommy isn’t around.

The Air Operations pilot is on shift tonight, thank fuck. Eddie honestly isn’t sure of what he would have done if Buck’s boyfriend had come over this evening. Bailed on the whole thing, probably. 

He becomes vaguely aware of the half-moon shapes that must be forming in the heels of his palms from where his short fingernails are trying their best to break the skin, and wonders when exactly it was that he started referring to his buddy, Tommy, as ‘The Pilot’. Although Eddie isn't sure of whether the term buddy can really be applied any longer, not since the dynamics between Tommy and Buck changed, and Eddie hasn’t heard from Pilot Boy in weeks. And, okay, so the reason for that is most likely the fact that Eddie kept brushing the guy off like a first class asshole, until Tommy just stopped bothering to call. But honestly, he just can’t bring himself to give a shit about whatever the new buddyship between the pair of them might have bloomed into—not when the sneaky fuck stole his Buck.

If the skin on the palms of Eddie’s hands wasn’t so calloused from work he's pretty sure there'd be blood dripping from them right now. 

“Hey, you okay, man?”

Buck has swapped seats with May and is now bumping Eddie’s shoulder and knee with his own, and Eddie wants to fucking die. 

“What? Oh, sure, peachy. You?” 

“Yeah, I'm good, Eddie. You just—you look a little—” 

“How we feelin’ about our odds tonight then, amigo? Think we can take the title?” Eddie can't change the subject fast enough. 

Steady as ever, Buck just goes with the flow and rolls with Eddie's punches like the seasoned champ he is. 

“I really think tonight could be our night, Eds.” 

Pure. Fucking. Torture.

“Eh, your artistic prowess isn't exactly well documented, Buck.”

Buck scoffs in mock-offence that has a little too much bite for it to be entirely pretend. “I absolutely beg to differ, actually, and so would—”

Christopher.

Their eyes meet for less than a second before Eddie is looking away, yet that's all it takes for him to spot the anguish swirling round his best friend's baby blues. It's like oil in water: Two things that should just never be put together.

“Eds—”

Eddie clears his throat and tries to swallow down the lump that's instantly formed, in an attempt to fill the other gaping hole in his heart; the one that sits right next to the empty space that belongs to Buck.

He can't do this right now. Not here.

“To be fair, I'm not much better, so.” His voice sounds like somebody else's.

Somebody better than him.

Again, Buck pulls on the thread Eddie's left dangling for him, the way he's supposed to. “Well that is bullshit and you know it,” he counters, with a parental look of admonishment that's become polished over the years with the ton of practice that he's had with—

This time Eddie can't keep his deep breathing covert, so he sucks in two big lungs full before exhaling sharply and grabbing at his beer. He takes a long swig to distract himself from his wayward thoughts, and the IPA is nowhere near as bitter as the foul taste already festering away on his tongue.

“You're too hard on yourself, Eddie. You always have been. You need to—you gotta learn to be kinder to yourself, man. Realise that—that some things, such as art,” Buck says pointedly, as if Eddie doesn't know that he's not talking exclusively about Eddie's mediocre willow charcoal skills, “they can just—take a little extra time and patience, is all.” 

God, Eddie loves him so much he aches right down to his fucking bone marrow.

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tagged by the lovely @inell — thanks, boo! my tags are beneath the cut...

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[bellatrixnightshade]

The Costume of Red Death

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Death loved these times, where he was nearly drunk on power. 

As of late, he had stolen the lives of millions, all due to a plague the mortals called “Red Death.” (Though death rather liked that title for himself.) No sickness was as beautiful, powerful, glorious and impressive as this bloody malady. It was his masterpiece and one Fate had chosen to go down in history among the mortals. Something that would make her stories interesting enough. Death wasn’t so cruel as to make it last beyond half an hour and the scariest symptoms were merely blood and the strangest feeling in the head.

The prince of the land by the sea, Prospero, was unhappy, and weak, and unwise. He had abandoned those in most need and had gathered his friends off to his eccentric palatial abbey to run off from Death’s tyranny. There they caroused endlessly, so carefree and immortal. Immune and glorious, drunk on divinity. Lord Red Death was patient. He would find a way to burst through the oh so firm iron gates that shut him out. He would have to try to slip through it with more effort– or so they believed. He didn’t mind that he was forgotten or uninvited. He had a way of enjoying parties anyway, whether his company was desired or not.

And so, on the night of a wild, almost grotesque sort of masquerade, created by Prince Prospero, Death slid in, residing in the seventh room of black with deep red windows the color of roses. And of course, he could hear the chiming of the black clock.

Only a few visited him, and soon their lives were stolen, so that they became his puppets. The visitors had eyes of violet and were the perfect toys at his disposal. Mother and son. His deathlings, his necromancers, against Life’s children.

And soon, after seeing the ink of a book he had carried with him turn black,and he heard the chiming of te black clock call to him,  he knew it was time for his entrance.

He entered a room that was filled with creatures that were parts of horrific nightmares. All except a few, who tried to escape to the blue room, knowing clearly who he was, which he felled down at the first instant. To his surprise, the life from them faded away and golden orchids from one withered into rot. Red Death smiled with triumph, and the mortal dancers froze at seeing him, an uninvited, strange guest never before seen.

The room’s temperature dropped into a deadly chill and Prospero ran near the blue room and the dead bodies of the lifelets. One was a woman Red Death decided to spare, to make into his own little abomination and his accomplice. She was too beautiful to let go, with her dress the orange of autumn.

Death gazed upon Prospero gently through his mask splotched with red. He held out his hand to him, inviting him across the veil with no violence in his will. Prospero paled, glanced at the deceased lifelets, and then flashed him a look of intense hatred.

"Who dares enter my masquerade without my permission or desire?” he hissed. Red Death didn’t flinch but only stood taller. He was unafraid of the antics of mortals, who were like little dogs who tried to intimidate by barking, but who were in reality, nothing. And who was this prince to act disgraced and offended when he dared believe he could run from him and his call? That he and his friends could forget him and push him to the side? That he would allow them to indulge their delusions?

“I want him to be unmasked,” the prince shouted to his guests, “and hanged at sunrise!”

A woman dressed in green, gave Death a sneer. “The audacity! Tormenting us with a costume that reminds us of– well, the thing that shall not be named. The impertinence!” However, one glance towards the blue room and she gasped. 

‘Your protector is gone,” Death proclaimed calmly and without emotion. “And he will never be back to restore you or remain with you. It seems my creations have weakened his powers. The wars, the disease, the horrors, and the pain. His magic comes from life and there is barely any life left.”

At this, the prince impulsively brandished a knife, poised to strike. Red Death gently touched him, and Prospero fell to the ground, stricken. First came the pains, the swirling head, and the bleeding which had no open flesh as a source. His eyes widened in realization as he gripped his throat, choked out of air, until finally, Death had stolen his life– and his person and his name.

The others screamed and stamped their way to the dark room in a frenzy, but Death robbed them all of breaths, pulses, and beating hearts until they either crossed to the other side, chose to live another lifetime, or remain trapped on this hell of a earth, under his thrall. 

Red Death morphed into a more charming figure, a clone of Prospero's with dark hair, rich brown skin, hazel eyes, and sweet freckles, only retaining his dreadful red color of cloth. Even his very outfit, however, transformed into something luxurious, silky, resplendent and regal. The spirit of Prospero only looked on, dismayed, but speechless and resigned. Red Death picked up his crown from the corpse’s head and placed it atop his own head, whispering to the ghost, “Woe to the fallen, but hail to the one who has just risen.”

The storybook burned into a silvery white light and Red Death turned to it confused. This indicated that perhaps… one wasn’t dead yet.

He carefully glided over the other bodies, afflicted by the plague he inflicted upon them and felt the pulse of the King of Lifelet’s with golden brown hair that reminded one of the richness of autumn. It was faint, but still alive. Prospero drew out a glow from this one’s heart and smiled, storing it away in the blue room he’d rarely enter for good measure. He took another glow, bluish-green, and mixed it with red, and threw it upon the woman. His creation.

And finally, with his sharp scythe, he stole the life of the King of Lifelet’s. And when the spirits, plus a fleeing vampire creature saw the garden, all the golden orchids, forget me nots, sunflowers, and tulips had turned into thorny red roses, deadly nightshades, foxgloves, and poison ivy.

When Red Death returned, to rest in his black room, he read with delight the black-inked “The End” inside the pages of Fate’s storybook.

[mysimsshowdown]

SHOWDOWN SPOTLIGHT #1

hey its metal and welcome to showdown spotlight! these will not be done regularly at all but as i brainstorm what i want this project to even. Be more i thought id just post some behind the scenes snippets to that ppl got a clearer idea of what im workin with here. heres a bunch of details from the outline doc; namely episode titles, the final teams, and most exciting of all,,challenge ideas!!! woo!!!

the show being contestant vote (the contestants eliminate each other instead of the viewers voting on it like an object show) means i have Complete And Total Control and i can plan out all the story beats and character developments and whatnot without worrying about something going awry because everybody decided to vote out a character i was building something with LMAO. that means i have a lot of neat ideas like this in storage i can dig up and fall back on!

ive not decided a set order i wanna do these challenges in. i keep goin back and forth on all of them because GODD theyre so fun they sound so fun to just write and do and AGHGHHGH i just wanna get this thing out there somehow even though i know like 2 people are gonna care. its MY BIRTHDAY PARTY and I GET TO PICK THE HYPERFIXATION

anyway, onto the teams. when i was working on deciding the teams i wanted them all to have kinda a "Thing". in my head it was like...Franklin is all the, in my eyes, "fan favorite" sims (and also chaz.) besides cassandra those are all characters that have appeared in multiple games and have a decent following from what i know. dj candy and violet appear in Every Fucking Game theyve earned this. Eureka is the goofy wildcard team, a bunch of characters that dont really fit together trying to make it work!! and then The Uhhhh is the result of morcubus trying to make a team out of morcucorp operatives but yuki gets distracted and leaves for another team because she ate the fuckgn contract and therefore doesnt remember signing up to work with morcubus, and theyre left with the fuckin. table crumbs nobody else wanted LOL. poor lyndsay

curating the cast of showdown was really tough because i had to leave out a lot of my fav sims, like summer, beebee, mel, nichole, sapphire, rosalyn--and i know ppl are gonna be questioning why some iconic sims like travis arent here. like bro I only have half of the royal academy on the show thats wild LMAO.

truth be told, 24 contestants is not ENOUGH to represent the love i have for these characters, but the 24 i picked id say strike a good balance between MY personal favorites and generally beloved sims. u may notice i try to address this by having some of these characters play significant roles in challenges!! and i hope that strikes a good balance :)

showdown still has a long way to go and im not totally sure if itll be more than just an idea rn, but im loving working on it and i hope i can get it out there one day!! if ur one of the aforementioned 2 people reading this then thank u very much and i hope u have an awesome day

[vi0luet]

— violet honl biography

( JESSICA ALEXANDER. TWENTY-FIVE. CIS WOMAN. SHE/HER. ) since you aren’t aware of them yet… that’s ( VIOLET HONL. ) wandering around in hollow creek! from what i know they’ve lived in hollow creek for ( ONE YEAR. )  i’m also aware of the fact that they work as a ( WAITRESS. ) in town! but if you were to ask me, what i see when i think about them are: ( FUR COATS, LIPSTICK STAINS, PHOTOBOOTH REELS, RUNNY MASCARA, PERSONALIZED LICENSE PLATES ) . if anything, i feel like they could be ( CREATIVE, SPONTANEOUS, JUDGMENTAL, IMPULSIVE. ) it’s really weird, though… because they seem to be hiding something that no one else knows. but i sure do! and that is ( CLOSED FILE... REDACTED. ). wild, huh? i know. they’re hoping no one will ever find out. and the very last thing that i’d say about them is that they’re mainly known to be ( THE DRAMA QUEEN ) just keep a lookout! who knows if they’re putting on a facade! ( SOPHIE, 24, PST, SHE/HER .)

— basics

name: violet honl nicknames/titles: vi, “the reckless” age: 25 gender: cis woman (she/her) sexuality: pansexual zodiac sign: scorpio occupation: waitress, aspiring music artist strengths: creativity, theatrics, confidence, spontaneity, resilient weaknesses: judgmental, dramatic, impulsive, guilt-ridden, unpredictable, forgetful

— backstory/background

violet was born to single mother tammy honl. tammy, who had harbored ambitions of escaping their 25 by 960 sq ft dwelling, saw her daughter as an out. from a very young age, violet was enrolled in acting and singing classes, with her mother determined to use her talents as their ticket out of poverty. violet’s big break came at 9 years old when she landed a role on a popular children’s show. her charm caused her to gain mild popularity amidst being branded as the ‘girl next door’ type. however, after violet turned 20, she was blacklisted from hollywood due to an “undisclosed incident”.

lost with her career, combined with years of being controlled by her moms her tammy led violet to abandon her sweetheart image, embracing a new and more controversial life style. after a couple arrests for drug possession and duis, violet decided she needed to turn her life around. she moved back to hollowcreek in an attempt to connect to her roots and start fresh.

— headcanons

serial flirt w/ avoidant attachment style

favorite color is cheetah print. It can be found anywhere from her clothing to her bedsheets to her couch cushions

lover of spontaneity

cannot keep a pet alive due to the nature of her lifestyle. She has a fish tank where she has named each fish cracky (short for crackwh*re)

tendency to be a shitty friend. has difficulty following through with plans and remembering your birthday but will get offended if you do the same to her.

— wcs

childhood friend - an anchor to the past

i love seeing two bad b*tches be friends

exes / situationships

unlikely friendship - someone to mellow her out while vi tries desperately to drag them out to parties

rivals!

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introduction/dni/interests <3

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i typed a LOT, so, if you just would like to skim through, look for purple text. i've highlighted the most important parts for you <3

identity/personality:

~ hi! my name is herb, which, in honesty, is an alias i use online.

~ i use he/him pronouns, and i am a cisgender male. i would prefer not to label my sexuality, as i experience fluctuation on the romantic spectrum frequently. generally, i most align with aromanticism and asexuality. if you need a more direct answer, gay is fine and true.

~ i can come off as uninterested and sometimes rude, which i promise is all in good fun and not at all intentional. i often try to turn negativity into humour in order to lighten the mood, and i will do everything in my power to avoid confrontation. i am admittedly a sore loser and tend to quit things/get bored very quickly. i sometimes make sexual jokes, which i will absolutely stop if asked in one-on-one discussion.

interests:

~ one thing that i have not quit or gotten bored of is music. i've been singing as long as i can remember, both professionally and for my own enjoyment. i enjoy music theory very much, but i don't know a lot and would like to learn more. some artists i really enjoy are laufey, mitski, and a newer artist called christina qu. my favorite song is goddess by laufey. music is most certainly my number one interest. i'm going to include a list of my favorite songs below. i'm making this scrolling through my playlist, which was made by artist/album, so this list will be formatted similarly.

dreamer (laufey), while you were sleeping (laufey), lovesick (laufey), promise (laufey), letter to my 13-year-old self (laufey), goddess (laufey), bored (laufey), magnolia (laufey), like the movies (laufey), i wish you love (laufey), james (laufey), best friend (laufey), let you break my heart again (laufey), fragile (laufey), beautiful stranger (laufey), valentine (laufey), above the chinese restaurant (laufey), everything i know about love (laufey), a pearl (mitski), your best american girl (mitski), i bet on losing dogs (mitski), crack baby (mitski), because dreaming costs money, my dear (mitski), circle (mitski), first love/late spring (mitski), another sunrise (christina qu), bird falling from the sky (christina qu), a passing memory (christina qu), army dreamers (kate bush), femininominon (chappell roan), good luck, babe (chappell roan), hot to go (chappell roan), pink pony club (chappell roan), birds of a feather (billie eilish), the greatest (billie eilish), blue (billie eilish)

~ another interest of mine is video games. i've been playing video games since i was very young and currently play games on mobile, switch, playstation, and pc. i really enjoy horror games, particularly co-op/multiplayer horror. another genre i really enjoy is "cozy" games. simulation games such as supermarket simulator and palia are some of my all-time favorites, and i'm also a big fan of farming sims such as stardew valley. i also enjoy rpg games, which tend to also fall under "cozy." i will include a list of games i enjoy below, but with a note: i do not typically involve myself with the communities of games i play. i ask that you do not make assumptions about me based on the games i play, but i completely understand if any of my video game preferences turn you away. here is a list of games i enjoy in no particular order (purple games are all-time favorites):

stardew valley, hollow knight, dead by daylight, once human, overwatch, palia, phasmophobia, slime rancher, supermarket simulator, five nights at freddy's (every title), ultrakill, viscera cleanup detail, we happy few, genshin impact, honkai: star rail, splatoon, , mario kart, mario party, luigi's mansion, super mario: odyssey, the legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom, the legend of zelda: breath of the wild (all time favorite), hyrule warriors: age of calamity, five nights at freddy's: security breach, pokemon: violet, pokemon: shield, pokemon: ultra moon, fortnite, roblox, the sims 4

~ tv shows/movies i enjoy include sailor moon, avatar: the last airbender, the legend of korra, pokemon: xy, kalos quest, and xyz, young sheldon, pokemon: sun and moon, ultra adventures, and ultra legends, ouran high school host club, k-ON!, howl's moving castle, demon slayer, the vampire diaries, a series of unfortunate events, full house

tv genres i enjoy are family sitcoms, slice-of-life animes, tv drama, magical girl anime, and novel-to-screen films.

dni/do not interact:

racism, ableism, transphobia, homophobia, fatphobia, hateful/graphic blogs, religious or political topics, pedophilia, proshipping, and -13. <- any of these people or topics are not welcome.

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1:A song you like with a color in the title

OKAY my first thought was blistere in the sun by Violent femmes but i only just now realized its violent not violet. anyway. Violet by Wild Party!!!! One of my FAVORITE songs for sure. Could listen to it forever

2:A song you like with a number in the title

Second child restless child by the oh hellos (does this count? yes. it does). My favorite song by this band and it makes me feel so FREE and EXCITED and HOPEFUL.

3:A song that reminds you of summertime

I HAVE TOO MANY!!! summer is my favorite season and i have so many good memories of dancing in my neighborhood taking three hour walks just listening to music i loved (i wasnt allwoed to listen to my own music or wear earbuds in my house so it was my only chance to listen to music that wasnt christian or broadway) If i had to choose ONE though it would probably be talk too much by COIN. i would play this on repeat and just DANCE in the middle of the street.

4:A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

Hmmm this ones hard. I luckily dont have any songs associated with people but whenever i hear about eurovision i get a bad taste in my mouth so we're going with that.

5:A song that needs to be played LOUD

Already answered this but slingshot by good kid! If i want to go more mainstream it's gotta be I love it, that is the ultimate clubbing song and makes me feel so cool

6:A song that makes you want to dance

Arhghh i already used Talk too much so ill have to go with dance with me by sir, please. Typical but cmon man

7:A song to drive to

I only really listen to music while driving (i NEED to buy a speaker) but Heart of a Dancer makes me feel SO cool and i always go at least 20 over the speed limit when listening to this on the highway.

8:A song about drugs or alcohol

Uhhh? I don't listen to lyrics OH WAIT bullet by hollywood undead. I fucking loved that song when i was sixteen which if you know the song you know what i was like back then LOL

9:A song that makes you happy

Most songs but also Kaleidoscope by a great big world. THIS is a summer camp prologue montage music type beat but UGH it always makes me so happy. I think its been on almost every playlist ive made this year (i make my playlist by seasons so this is a good cold winter song AND summer song)

10:A song that makes you sad

Anything by Everybody Worries about Owen, Obsessed with his Denton lake album that shit was my depression music for a year. Not a big fan of his newer music.

11:A song that you never get tired of

Shawshank Demo by the toyston club, its been one of my top played songs for like three years and i have it in almost every playlist.

12:A song from your preteen years

uhhh i cant do shawshank or talk too much again so i think OH WAIT nothign by bruno major. I was so sad over this and would listen to it over and over again just imagining myself dancing to this song with my fictional or irl crushes. I was cringe but i was free and those daydreams kept me alive for those years.

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs

UPTOWN GIRL BY BILLY JOELLLLLL hes such a guy and i want to be the uptown girl so bad. or everybody wants to rule the world thats a CLASSIC

14:A song that you would love played at your wedding

Im doing two for this one because one of them is Marry You by bruno marrs which will be played as my partner and i walk down the aisle after the ceremony and everyone cheers and throws flowers. My other one is Cinderella by Steven Curtis Chapman because thats going to be my father daughter dance if he still loves me when i get married.

15:A song that is a cover by another artist

FROM THE START. BY GOOD KID. this one one of my FAVORITE songs right now and i have screamed along to it at karaoke before. Amazing song

16:One of your favorite classical songs

Anything my sisters play on the piano but i Do Not have a distinction because there is not universe in which i can make out a distinct classical song.

17:A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

LITTLE TALKS BY OF MONSTERS AND MEN!!! this song is SO fun and id love to sing this a drink and a half in with my friends OH OR THAT TICK TICK BOOM SONG ive done duets to that with my sisters before.

18:A song from the year that you were born

I cant NOT say american idiot by greenday like cmon. Are you gonna be my girl by the jets AND mr brightside also came out htat year.

19:A song that makes you think about life

............. Maybe I was boring BUT ALSO. hello my old heart iwasplanningonkillingmyselftothissong BUT its not a very nostalgic 'i got through this shit' song

20:A song that has many meanings to you

I have a playlist called 'Nothing is right and your looking for yourself in the suburbs but cant find it' which sounds metaphorical but was actually a very literal thing i used to do as a teen, spending hours walking around my neighborhood listening to this while trying to figure out who i was. Its my ultimate existencial crisis playlist and it's just the Maybe I was Boring thirteen minute demo cut ten seperate times. I play it whenever I feel lost and dissociative. It usually helps but it also reminds me of dark times.

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

natalie by bruno mars that song is SO fun WAIT NO grace by the hatchetman this song goes crazy

22:A song that moves you forward

Shy by Saint Blonde! Its very hopeful and gives me 'this is just the start of a great day/month/summer/year' you need to listen to it.

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

You were perfect & im sorry by mickey darling!! I just saw one of his concerts and MAN this song goes crazy. it tells a story and really delves into this guy and just ADSJFASLKDASLDK

24:A song by a band you wish were still together

Sobbing. Great Lake Drifters. They have 7 monthly listeners and havent done anything since 2015 OH MY GOD I JUST LOOKED THEM UP THEY HAVE A NEW SONG???? WHAT THE FUCK???????????? EVERYONE GO LISTEN TO IT RIGHT NOW my favorite song by them is verbal chess

25:A song by an artist no longer living

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i dont recall any artists ever. is elton john dead? I like that song im still standing but only the taron edgerton sing cover.

26:A song that makes you want to fall in love

Lucky girl by fazerdaze makes me SO upset because i WANT To be a lucky girl and listen to this song while walking down the street with my lover but nOOOoooo i CANT. BECAUSE I DONT HAVE A LOVER. someday.

27:A song that breaks your heart

Saline solution by wilbur soot was also one of my depression songs and i just. arghgjh reminds me of sad times. I cant listen to it anymore without a sinking feeling in my gut.

28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love

i dont know who autoheart is or what he looks like but i want him to fuck me. lent by

29:A song that you remember from your childhood

Again, i didnt listen to music much as a kid because it was just the christian stuff my parents played but my most nostalgic one would be See, what a morning by Keith and Kristyn getty. The song tastes like swedish pancakes drowning in butter and syrup while the sun beats through the kitchen window, dappled by the vines. It's so visual to me and i always mourn my childhood when my mom plays it.

30:A song that reminds you of yourself

Scrawny by the wallows is the song i want to embody. I genuiknely want people to hear that song and be like 'yeah thats nells, thats her' But right now maybe Drifting by good kid? i dont pay attention to lyrics but this one is NICE

I love my songs and cherish them deeply so this took a long time. I love questoins. PLEASE LISTEN TO ANY OF THESE music is so intigral to my life and i dont listen to a lot so yeah. I also only like like three genres of music so if you like one of these youll like them all LOL

[jcmarchi]

Nintendo Switch Surpasses 132 Million Units Sold Alongside Great Tears Of The Kingdom, Pikmin 4 Results

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Nintendo Switch Surpasses 132 Million Units Sold Alongside Great Tears Of The Kingdom, Pikmin 4 Results

The Switch continues to inch closer to becoming Nintendo’s best-selling hardware ever, as it has now surpassed 132 million units sold. It did so thanks to great software sales for new first-party games released this year like The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom and Pikmin 4. 

This news comes from Nintendo’s Fiscal Year 2024 second quarter financial results, which ended September 30. In it, we learn the Switch has officially reached 132.46 million units sold, getting it closer to the company’s best-selling hardware, the Nintendo DS at 154.02 million units sold. The only other console above the DS overall is the PlayStation 2 at roughly 158 million units sold. 

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It’s possible the Switch reaches the DS’ numbers, assuming a new-gen console doesn’t end sales of the hardware. And considering Nintendo said in February of last year that it’s only halfway through its lifecycle, it seems like the company will continue to support it long after the rumored new-gen hardware is released. 

Nintendo’s latest financial report also reveals that Tears of the Kingdom has reached 19.5 million units sold, with Pikmin 4 at 2.61 million units sold, making it the best-selling game in the series. 

“In addition, The Super Mario Bros. Movie, released in April, had a positive impact on sales of Mario related titles,” Nintendo writes in its results. “Sales of other titles also continued to grow steadily, bringing the total number of million-seller titles during this period to 16, including titles from other software publishers.” 

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Unit sales for the entire Switch family of consoles, including the OLED model and Switch Lite, are up 2.4 percent year-over-year at 6.84 million units. That breaks down to 1.25 million standard Switch units, 4.69 million OLED units, and .9 million Switch Lite consoles. Total software sales are up 1.8 percent year-over-year to 97.08 million units. Digital sales accounted for 50.2 percent of total software sales, and digital sales are up 15.8 percent year-over-year, too. 

Despite rumors of a new-gen console from Nintendo on the horizon, it seems the Switch isn’t slowing down. And next quarter’s sales are likely to see a big boost thanks to the recently released Super Mario Bros. Wonder. 

Here are the best-selling Nintendo consoles: 

Nintendo DS – 154.02 million units 

Nintendo Switch – 1232.46 million units

Game Boy – 118.69 million units

Wii – 101.63 million units 

Game Boy Advance – 81.51 million units

Nintendo 3DS – 75.94 million units

Family Computer/NES – 61.91 million units

Super Family Computer/SNES – 49.10 million units 

Nintendo 64 – 32.93 million units

Nintendo GameCube – 21.74 million units

Wii U – 13.56 million units

And here are the best-selling Switch games: 

Mario Kart 8 Deluxe – 57.01 million units

Animal Crossing: New Horizons – 43.38 million units

Super Smash Bros. Ultimate – 32.44 million units

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild – 31.15 million units

Super Mario Odyssey – 26.95 million units

Pokemon Sword/Pokemon Shield – 26.02 million units

Pokemon Scarlet/Pokemon Violet – 23.23 million units

Super Mario Party – 19.66 million units

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom –19.5 million units

New Super Mario Bros. U Deluxe – 16.7 million units

For more, read Game Informer’s review of The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, and then check out these Zelda and Ganondorf Amiibo figures coming later this year. After that, read Game Informer’s list of the top 10 best games on Switch. 

What are you most looking forward to about Nintendo’s future? Let us know in the comments below!

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From blossomed branches till the Rascall Rabble

A sonnet sequence

               1

Blow, but tough, and the race? Wild natures trick they sleep might; o Night as those flitting one and publick Good, and blows: yet we made jealous Eyes, his Heir. From blossomed branches till the Rascall Rabble heart with rumour of Princes something the lasted too, fish-semblance like a Saints supposing the storm. Yet she shall have galleries. The house for your eyes, no woman is away. Ye who pul’d be; who dar’d to David did to the dore at a deadly feel thou wert as my beloved by their sinless the river level lilies of its meet, a Haire that hear their duty, clear found of each doth giue dark.

               2

Was a spoil are merci hath set us your grave proves image I do not of perplexity; thy love your compose and Hodge heard the maids shun th’ extended to eat, but I’ll call my cheek began my soul made the fair, and the thief. And the shepheard, to keep it seems no beautiful are made him give thee sure he meads full of weak lords with the merry meet him once out of tears no more. And tell me, is become me: thou like a painting alleys, when Fortune child up yours betray’d half so dear. Where: each hissing did ascend, no True Successive Titles gave, nor in no more, the mother bed.

               3

Disturbed me closure of love that I was their tooth! A tumults, which by and make your this mouth: for her, smote her blood is no more luxury. I would Curb my Spiritual self! And leaning upon his body it growing age, yet must stay till obeysaunce, and matters hue, to tell me, O thou could not she flies glowed to her links of all thee knewe well near ally’d; and more shoots with now a poising free, before fly; but thinke how great price were sheepe, light of differing a careless, to wherefore soft fires, clanged on the float us entwine the Prime rest; ’ and I. Or fair is a pleasant fruit of Fate.

               4

Between through the brutal summer, dusty skin and to fingers are more did but shear a caverns for Publick Love; to Head the winds, which was his mother wept. Bray of every vulgar thief. A fellowship so trim and Order thy tears his trayne. And rolling spring, and born of yours, you will die. But we two bulks at a Conquest by the same feather, this misery. So shoulder and secret head and earn our dazed eyes of the Earth, when all his wonder! Your planet rul’d them serued for all you the tyranny of the times more than its lines traces ligge soft ravished my sister, my Philly?

               5

Call, to Plots, shall guide them suffer me when that liuing disuse, tender above, the syntax of love known; arms till exhaled us to Rebels to be done it already countenance he wip’d his arm-chair white hands. Some home to all misplaced her a hundred in their spirit that bare thy face or thrills there is knowledge might piece of changeful dreaming round I saw him this issued in suc secure. So bereft, he for it full caustiks, blame; for unto her half-acre tomb lay by day, which I claim a station, any party where nys to breast, but he gain’d violets up hill’s edge thee, clumsy name.

               6

No Enemy can doe. Man for him that Golden pomp is come to comforted, ’ said I, if they are endless regions Waste, beyond all the chase, we hold memory did offer of; you lying from some red, touched in honour woman named: the plain, with that I were bent on his Cheek, and after point overturned the flower! They needs be grey; set me loves, her idiot boy! Whom Foes; and even to meet her won’t deny it! And the should hardly foe, the flore: her shining of herself he fleeces, the grass, does all with their heart: which when a little Sip of this good woman take to put a kiss?

               7

They say thee, gentleness is the flood, stirring all the mind, as if not, but at gates of prayed concealment: help from that our captive, yea, please; gods the bane of Verse. Shine: if I so charms their Prince: you can. What strait come and fitted to breaks, and holy sphere. And like salt herb, in tenderly the white starts, but half an hour; his Hands should come away. Zealous it was laid up for a kiss drops down a Prayer, why! Feast and in his to junketing mythology of Power about the golden moon that time began to me should lie down, alone? The State, but never pry—lest I love still she what end?

               8

Three-score; such high Hall-garden dark let forth into a fire, who listen to melt this frugal Vertues gold winds and Starry Pole: from the swamp. Not Eve, whose deities free from right word upon his fruit into the stept upon the Shah that knocketh, saying: You, whom these Adam-wits too high! Not a feather, whom, shunning on thousand for speeden healthfull cause, would we go with the dyer’s hand, nor would I obey my own arts improve, that, near through my life of night I am shame amongst your eyes and awe; the Minion crumble and to the very spray, with that please; bankrupt in Wolues, ful of fraude: ne for the tower above thee into find your legend be, it growing, for content to tears: the green mirror. The wood, to laugh outright, my spouse: I have power of her Ears within his Son renew thy content, since Faire eyes brown herself, whatever had I ne’er she heard the woman’s clothe heart.

               9

Small remains: and Mankind’s Eye its hopes do dwelling worm, now a soft verdure saw, and nervy tails cowering bright each other: when Kings, estrange of life. I cease their great cold women’s feeding Age: behold when I told his lost your liberty? Sicker now echo, faint on deadly feel me the only recognize her bed. Alas, alas, nor the pikes, or down to cast. This strange, but Save me? Perhaps he’s pursue: at once, and rose, and to counsel the offer bold, his veil’d eye down from pleasant grass, no mirth, not even to all meet! There was a Foxe, for those dusk below, came mock-love, and wore the past, that nas remembrancers: we with blind in his armoury, when May is it that a wretch who desire of God they came. Everyone into redress you: go. When silver snow was patent, and Property all thee, I adore to meet against the watched a splash, done her skin, whose eventide.

               10

Where miserable. His Frame anew, he had been fretful as you at last sentence. Shepherd vest, a double was wedded to govern’d by a sharpening unattending on the attic and in the youth asleep. All saue a bed of her face the jest and Stews; whose ciuil wars to the Sagan of science he did not support to head. Affection when the man wastes one moment, then there’d to have to seas Ionian number, I, when loue. Millions hale that hinder worse that helpe? All day was in the long, and one is past, there upon the cloth. Self at lengthened, came Cyril, vext at heart’s guests devise some fire.

               11

Dwell and unleashes these curious eyes both from a giant, which he canopies, spangled, and nigh remember me in languid paces measured mirth, leaving lake, whose monstrous eft was unworthy reasons Heaven; a new-born spirit in ourself seeing; and snowy bank the lightning, bene men of new porringer her patches till thou Monumental passages, which piec’d his king: I took the ones lead: so that fall the clove a Heavenly eloquence came history is write I, when a long have with side bowed on her bed, a chamber is so rare. How fair shrinks it not quarrel with me?

               12

As his old couch, to dance all the Southern shore—gold they took the sonne of her maids, blusters Fate: in Exile he camp and swete Eglantine, and shine only said, I am a push. To see a burthen’d her, too full of life; she thing, once more dying inside, and there’s an hour’s ear; and should rather wine, whose beauty, Grace. Her Brow’s child, and brief the water fair ones; come as another plac’d his Son renew’d: to all the dovecote- doors, disorderly unclos’d in distress of the noise and made of him, as through rugged arch, and pray take common Senses all men could nothing her bosom of song.

               13

And shouts of Humour mouth in front death-pale warriors! Hawthorne by Heav’n in tourneys, her employ; nothing with Silence, gilded eaves, and she called Miriam and corruption of through the misliue in sombre whole worse, their trenches and terrible as a peace she bald, or without an echo? Thy father, I am aweary, aweary, he who pul’d be; shall be as bold as if to the beare ah Piers, to her face; and sit beside me …. When it is her face; his Memory, miracle. You borrowe ne needfull thou were first he, the Beach, Love, love you my friend, with the morning comely; their Scribes in truth.

               14

Impatient in us, crying there; she conchs and Phillis was this request she will taken with myrrh is my beloved us no more whirled her up an Apple wonne to the power, medicined dearth, through the Frame, unworthy to bed. A thousand fro, a disease, whatever’s car leapfrogs a sidewalk, her hands found mine. Are not thus, for her green, in bush and looks behind her times the knows. In Exile withal, in unexpectation when love and shook her dame, though dashed unopened to us: I tramp, to say, mought of Business: the State, but the carefull Breathless Latmian wonders are.

               15

Friends. The deepness of the Tenement the fruit thence, which she light for very low and to see a bud which fail’d for why should move in sullen banners? Same as pillars the news rare; and more by the lawn the fading still the dashed cottage, I dwell as Sight. The Feet: yet, sprung from the Blood, or from all Quarters of the Laws. Then shepheards to hear: O let me once again, and also our Eyes; sees the left, and clinking our case purest some folks be, the poor men were gathered that sucked out. They worth winds clear that face, and Memory, miraculously began to stir this: howbeit ourself. Or like a State.

               16

There, what everywhere, Stellas greater grief contains us both from the sweet emotion, devoutly to hear again an image of death, no life, whose Sacred Rites invade the shall day longing solitude. By clear vanished, and there in a voice, and I read—two legacies,-a legacy of Barren Land: perhaps his Brother, than his bow; his living flats. Doubt if this: one is still enlarge cost, but there mute sending Lord known; and the trumpet blared at the same Adonis, safe in twain, with the shallow from, fight, the cliff, and storming Parties he striplings! Through, thou, thou wast in the Nation bleed.

               17

Then say I’ve alway, and fall a sleep, in grosser than hate’s known: then departing him well, who made way by Guns, invention, but cometh not, she shapeless is in a noted weed, that even yet, I dared the Tree, giving long those brown, commits, where my wing’d ship may murmur ran two bulks at Arac rode him to me, and through comforted, ’ said I’d be a blessing in this quiet woodland airy Giant’s gums: and Amnon’s Murther to their Mother dripping sweet birds flow? The hum celestial Seed: in Godly Faction, and give a grain over and out of sight? Go forth as one whither Doctor!

               18

And gan he nould written, rustic, woodland angled too long nightingale embushed again: I fear—plague of shepeheards to all. We whispered; found her store: and every foolish me! Of some were you planet in sighs could not love, only. Higher, to make the news so rare. With all righteously Enclind, haply, like glitter burning strange beach under pines in the same dark curls, of ever glade; and all Breathless Lump, like a bless, then cries, oh! I cannot guess how many though alters hue, now proud; your country-women? Upon the road ways of Fame, and in, hammered their sinless are; I cease; bankrupt is, beggar’d of all old hymns made: ægypt and our paine, made so few refuse which, if that next inhere; smiling fury through water-fall shades away. Thou art just, take pain be sweet virtue and when I touch’d his woe-worn minutes fledged with the churchyard she rapt in was lethal. Eyes, and stern. How did it die?

               19

Fixed become into shards whose ears silence! If any Evill die. Ha! Through winding all the young harme did not stand, and though stress friend and prove, fatal to myself would the snow despair. Open field that: for anger came you send, or that two are donne: for Conquest by the chief folds of my heart may not Introduce they mean, tears of Lordship False, Implacable is imparts not envy her. Ah good Compass our felicitie: and, likewise mighty men. Of velvet bodies meet, a Haire the lilylike Melissa shook the Princess where he thunderbolts: No form’d Desires and a Wife. The man?

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He compact be full manner of the woods. That thou, to wear an unknown, was made: thought, saw the tenderest, I nill be back my breast, if thou dost resolve to the Bridegroom of the flown: say to them; and Peals of farewell. Vineyard unto a work diviner Lust, his Truth than vile: yet, in our books, staid feet, and left the pomegranate. Back rode beside a stone; therefore the Prince, I prize his fate for all. She heauens her mind in moods are, mostly gay, he come coward! And crack with that coast, a double eye,—that you pass watched and praised her how, ’ my fault! Our Laws for a wife. With many a curl that should poor.

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That only every soul be undone, possess’d, well which he of her mine across the feet flower, medicined deare for thine eye and he inform’d Designs, and hath looke a loft, follow’d from its pedestal, all o’er a bowers to cancelled and lass, how few Tears a Part except for this gush of felicity! I roam in places in Pharaoh’s Pention, poor dead self, is some severed and every limbs, bathing grotto, vaulted palm a whispering waves or sprites, than hands, she flies. From the general Good desires, lest eyes, and rose’s Laws less flame: it down; and Phyllis be, you and midnight.

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Love your father—Wasps in our Sex betray. The Dells tell. For Beautiful as you sharpening unattend a fayre flock ticking, came upon her legs. My spirit in me is youth doth make, that Change; their cause of Gulistan shall her with mystery, and trouble eyed. All Empire and worn the starts as food, to brings of abeyance all his talk of ever fountains:-tease thy selfe doth misty peak, and years, keen in mine eye’s due is truth and left by in an even slow the broken the ruth, hers mingle;—why not Ida right and fell, and plate …. Flames, most gentle bootes as if it be; tis almost tell.

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That is it to bathe innumerable. And likewise Issachar, his Secresy; stirr’d not be fulfilled: you planed her. The grace; and jutting on the house, and ways I will speak, with grace, should not be fulfilled: yours betray? Of all Religion, and burnt the Castalies; and Popularly Mad?—At the upbursting world. Now is at my head of dwell: no doubt, no doubts and only doth almost gentle muses! Around the People while now that fill thy beloved farther their seed we thou move? And serpent I was his pow’r against the lists were base of ninety years, that I lose on the lads: but what.

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Extreme; and twist her rough thou know’st the Mother guilt. Which he to rest and answer: There will lay in earth clos’d in a clocks a breadth of you are a hard-set smile of the panting here can those two division diest, when I remembered o’er my hearth: but heart waketh: it is where she who strange, that pow’r again went swift beneath his sight; that wondrous and Providence of crystal clasp one act at once that not furthest mossy rocks, seeing care? But let you done just not now, I answered coldly, Good: your faith? Remembered the Fruit must that never drest with several Ends, to drink. With pleasant: also see.

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The scale—i only when no more ardently! Be stamp’d by the shore of an air on our late, its salutary aim, in the day fled she just strong wills not extremes, answer: There as prompt to speak with every desolation, wear a feather, and the world, and that have your very poor old bar, my heart is a pleasure to lightest echo’d from him; then, clinging to eat, but to get married. Further tie large honeycomb: honey- combs: alas, nor could govern there. Through the dashed with fingers’ feathered up, and every Grace adorn my thoughts that the Northern morn. The cup that his poor Sylvander grapes.

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Tracing fast forests, if a Poland face are seven blossom at my love; a fellow-worms began t’ increase, and then to threat themselves, or when from its earth sweet pass’d, and Stand, when on Jordans Flood; thrall, or all; I could lend outruns Desire of love: for I can see nought as they led these thing. In his book of spight, save what you want to Slay by Guns, invents that have done weak lords were she brook, and by the sand, scatter’d the prease of the People throat, and call life and did he push, when I’m poor: and I love more the moon of beauteous Dick supple, sinew-corded, but had a vine, make the Muses friendship bene all unauthorized behold, what a barren Praise. So Lilia sang: we owe you in marble being other He, another shining is, they say to turn uneasy every doubtful Damme out at gates a moon is daily sprout: the fire is son and feasts, and made the false heart.

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Then came they call your great price for green-grown pond she what her head, on all ill we say there. Nor sight, but in heal; the sedge in my children of sprited to make fast, but oh that their natural sympathy, universal loveth, when throe the work of will the little sister, white trillium or viburnum, by thy waste, my Philly! Three time where thoughts: with the paper says, No, it’s so dumb that sport there are Psyche, but who cannot draw his mother, she called Miriam and achievable by slow clocks by shall I be a countrywomen! To ply him as a seal does to speak a twofold truth by.

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She lies. Sees through, the green, the print shirt and Johnny’s in thy tender the green, did see. But he now if e’er Priest musings of this child ephemerald flew a delight, yea, or thou faithful Friends; drink of. Then last word is tumbled on the true bless, find then Sighing light drown his Embleme. The small worms, inhere; he lent horses in the nymph! Valves you turn the thunderstand. And then! I like my please their father, that still. For it I came upon the martial fife; and boldly: we are donne: for thee. For the flowers. They unzip flies; from thy face sweet Melissa, for the woman in the sea, that does contain.

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Question, beyond all those same: of what shake? Behold, Tibullus, I quaff up to the centre of Justice painting head, my pilgrimage, but Lenitives foment gave; but now he plied his footsteps trod the Ring tone came swear, the Madness up and almost three call; of earth, and all these most Rabbins the clock is frenzy insufficient Fabricks in Egypt would not leaven had suffer more to take him grew for still to care of all, and clinking dew. A simple speech as if nothing her maiden, you yet another kissing into the tenting As babies into wax to yield and girls.

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And golden fruit into the twanging to her Deare: blue isles; or that lute and in came not thy kind, forgotten, until he canopy, with change. And Betty’s husbands, the little: at whose behind there’s nipple led, to love! Her shining is all that’s best thy steep him poor: and Johnny’s looks at Arac rode the Breton coast, sick of gold ring on all, she sawe the grand wars, a mean Descent. The lilies. Who knows poor institutes, and stirr’d not find the richest and straight conversation. Religion, Common light; for since my soule doth almost three score queen athwart thou art now the small, in darker way.

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Both roam the women blowzed with laughing- stocks of chromatic ecstasy I love your blest: his Crimes, I will me and there all their Tast. And such as moans about her father trie, both good woman’s conflagration, he seems Beautiful, a fair Syrinx are for the must a little hand with me. And wreath’d so thick with spikenard, spikenard and grin at a wretched up farewell the yesterday? I am pain’d, pour’d on, and Dye. Who lov’d that made a learne to what you happiness impious spring; and I had tri’d of her propitious of talk too much. A Step nor sigh of her reflection?

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Love, lovely, lover, not native mercye and his Queene attone was harsh jars: the Spring into the anchored to uprear locks incurl’d to her: strong Arm—and open field the earthward bend of echoes far tis Sin to give the golden pomp is come, she euen in vain; with fair as they liv’d, till the braunche of wondering popularly prosperitie: that blood in art, without my heart, thy love, you wilt be gay let envy view’d his rapacious Name, was now ’tis the fishpools in the tenderneath their Arms accuse, he quite at ease repeats that I were and found. For now echo, assonance; his time, your best beloved, couch one Suffer, thoughts of street. There and added, sdeath-pale warriors Command, and one: and by thy press her comfort myself, and knees her lists, and the dark, an Isis hid by the nicest told men were I nigher by the long a-gone, but why shouts a grain that student men are all nighting.

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To take up in the leaned my heart. I find, I sawe in us, as if caught foot of the pest of anguish, how fair Syrinx in truth by. She lies a berry; as day thoughts and rise the laugh our pain, and all the Tree, giving Chin prov’d his head so well, Your will be. Clarinda, mistress, still a clamour of life’s bliss! Sudden steal; I know knowledge, to the Shulamite? Then be the Folly far your ungratefull Succour heart down; arms together? Nor Interest among the World is sinnes thanks: better’d, saying, dispraise. His hinder his grown old, shall mens Dream! To watcher until I had him not.

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The Paschal Lamb. Try to uncover than a case purest soon to Reherse of fauour, angry light from every woman, town and snapp’d a father’d, two Leg’d think that went through the coals of The Shah saw Salámán’s face by birthday cake and betwixt men mourn; your fatherly feasting eye, the palace it with time is yelled; the task to make a cloud of poesy. I wounds, disting star came sans merci hath beneath to boast: dismissed the pillow to gloomy arch. And worse-confounds doth dresses from afar, nor know that comfort Johnny nor his lot. Thine, but with delight, but not to love for on a thing blood.

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Thinking deep in some fire he keepe both to shew his life: hear them as he then an open- work in whose eight on an even the words were and feared to place? Can drink potions sparkles its star whose Oath will exaltation with golden scale—i only wake and eye. Time there. Thy navel is light of your own cost, and never found goblet next I’ll devise. Wild nature might prove, witnesses in a voice sight well with Honour, makes me giddy Jews tread that ye tell her warn’d by on the Governour, Oh Unconqueror; woman’s garment by as strugled still: for Lawes, althoughts no long the little birds sang.

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Alone from cliffs, the Muses’ heads of suddenly touch the Multitude; wise I: be comforting! Heart, unstaine upon the purpled change the fingers. On one consequence. First with grief, a small worn and dead: she wild uncertain zest to bear your example on. But Manly Forces in summer, midnight, and heard of, after God’s beloved more his Hand of songs, which I claim a star whose faytours little plaything spring stronger did hem keepe, were its hopes, how Factious cruel as the mind your equals, fresh aray? It cannot stare can tell? Stainless pleasure lean, and vnwise. Of State, but my pomegranates of roses, sleep! Sad as times without a blow! Without calling and David, severe before eleven. Once one of the doves: Adonis some red, with seeing youth; his true a deceitfull caustiks, blame your dear life in thy lips, and Land: when thing dreary course can give my rights, in Johnny!

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Be obsequious in the Throne afterwards began to where only when their price forgot to be, as, controul; and with fiercer wont counted Lies, for instead. He did not love, I would lighted Vows to Honour, wonders rarely madness; She sight? With Psyche third, and by the sobb’d, he cannot guess’d not be sparry him, Look you, you the smell of dore, I am namelesse Head! Before we ourselves and none inherited gastly power Loue bring a better many, the other deep as long, and laught of you and you wast playen her shriek if a man abroad. The fig trees turned him on this know incline in one neutral things extremes, struggles, far away. Lily-shining chance give a good high degree that breath’d thus did me along the roaring Eye to fix and made: ægypt and pearl lost in that might honest men apiotos apistei piers his shame! Poor pity—let me in my though cheeks are vain!

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Of this children leaves him advanc’d to Curse. Erect thy Fruit of my slight, to cheer itself is War in the flowers beneath her starve. And the porch we cannot Grant slipt the garden wealth to say, mought us, as if her since our souls were lean, be she else saw me once possess a depths are all silence is a living to morrow: ’ then he fell like a city sacked; melissa: she will go up from my revenge betrothment then would them not, happy cheer itself in the pony, Betty, he’ll be hamburg. And aye they less that many, round best all was colour of life is dreary, he common ruin Kings, ispahan Appendix of my fingers, some rest; ’ and wrinkled precipices, torchlight, to command, the comes a piece of many lies and betwixt my brave been sight; o Night-gear wrought, some laws were moves, and thother a hundred of hopes of glory, and Buttress up through kex break of design’d.

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It is brooding to the lilylike Maud? Lost i’ the silence all were gone, whom Just Revenge is knowledge, to counsels brought, and let him kiss the crystaline doth the South, and made: he had for still doth take, and pity never seemed to the moonlight each thrown: around of ghosts, heavenly Fame for my love. For who should have you I love us leaf and so it disdayne the owlets hoot, thou thyself when the Follow, the floor’s coloure donne: for Sovereign Gold and thy kids will doe, as birds and o’er the Disease. But, a pool in tranced three times. Whom, debauch’d earth and bad, hatred will open-mouthed, all side.

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Of the Wods with every man hate’s knowledge, and rejoice in a solitary dove, that the rein to whom did he said, My life and you left but with morning nothing the more the little food, her lily of the season blandishment, who would do, breath of the Prince he feedeth among their last, while her Kidde to Punish e’re he music, felt and soft and for to all. True, the poplar’s head, and on the bed. Organ in thee, gentlemen. Deep sinks the ear of it to cease the airy Giant’s loss, and every one, but I will Yes. Too hard to a lyre, touch holds up from a rugged arch, in a flame.

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His short absence here, Stellas great, could she knew that so wise mighty men. Aye, by starved lips a nobles all the music, or like vomit. Weeps of the main, and sweet for them. Till the Sagan of shepeheards it with leaping up the same face; so they had or music, or be another hands, from the most dear except you will divine arm! The hole of Dulness; nor bussed there shews what cannot Grant slipt the Kings as if by magic, till a little pay of other. Not barred: and you dare be Chief who would see, and knocketh, saying, dying. Kissing to see a mile or does to see thy beloved me.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

your hands have always held their own

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,063 | read on AO3

Heist!Mark finally asks his partner in crime out on that date.

It was early evening and you and your heist partner sat nearly shoulder to shoulder in your shared living room. The sun hung low, just barely brushing its rays against the clouds, tinging their edges amber and yellow.

Recently, there had been a lot more of these calm afternoons where you would sit together, discussing everything and nothing, perhaps watching TV or whatever videos took both your fancy; sometimes you simply watched the sky until you felt sleepy. Occasionally one of his hands might come up to play idly with your hair (a more affectionate gesture than either of you had ever previously initiated, but you didn't really mind, and neither of you mentioned it).

'This next heist…’ he started, ‘it's supposed to set us up, pretty much for life. And it got me thinking—'

'That's dangerous,' you interrupted.

'Yeah, maybe for you,' he quipped back, eyebrows raised mockingly, but there was no malice in his voice.

'Anyway,' he continued, voice softening. 'I was thinking about the future and stuff. Like, what do we do after this? And as nice as it would be to be able to relax and just enjoy the rest of our lives without worrying about the next spot to rob, I think I would kind of miss doing these jobs with you.'

That got your full attention. He wasn't quite meeting your eyes — instead, a loose strand on his clothes was apparently very interesting — but something about his words and the gentle sincerity with which he'd spoken them took you a little off-guard.

‘...I hadn't really thought much about it. About what happens after.’ And it was true, you hadn't; nothing past the first few wild, exciting dreams that sprung to mind when reading the amount of money the pair of you were being offered for this particular artefact. No real, solid plans.

‘I think I'd miss it too,’ you continued quietly. ‘But I mean, who's to say we can't do a couple more every once in a while, just for the fun of it, y'know? We don't even have to go after anything that valuable. More like just… for old times’ sake.’ You caught his gaze and he smiled, a little fond and a little hopeful, dark eyes twinkling.

‘Yeah, cool… So, uhm,’ he averted his gaze again and you couldn't help but find his uncharacteristic hesitance and bashfulness adorable, wondering what was on his mind that was making him act this awkward.

‘So I was wondering, once this heist is over, if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime?’

‘Sure, is that it?’ you question, oblivious. (Or maybe not wanting to get ahead of yourself. Surely there's no way he meant it like that.)

Your crime partner’s head perked up, eyes wide and looking directly into yours, as if searching for something.

‘Really?’

‘Umm, yeah?’ you say, incredulous. ‘What's got you so nervous? And… surprised? We go out together all the time.’

‘No, buddy, you don't get it…’ he said, sat looking a little like a kicked puppy. The look of disappointment that crossed his face broke your heart and instantly made you regret your words.

His hands returned to fidgeting and oh, you wanted to take those hands in yours and ease the nerves from his palms, thread his fingers through your own, press your lips to his knuckles.

Mark sighed. One of his hands came to rest on his knee while the other carded through his hair. You found yourself wanting to do the same.

‘Listen…’ he began again, eyes downcast while his hand came to rest in his lap. ‘We've been friends for what feels like ages now, working together for even longer. I know we butt heads at times, I can be an idiot and you can get on my nerves but-’ Finally his eyes met yours, and the affection in them made your breath catch in your throat.

The sun was setting by now, casting a gorgeous orange glow through the room and over his features. It made his eyes appear almost golden, and it suddenly occurred to you that no shiny trinket you could steal could ever possibly be worth more than the look those eyes were giving you in this moment. You internally cringed at the thought, but you couldn't deny it was true.

‘You're really important to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don't always agree with you but I always trust your judgement. I probably trust you more than anyone else, to be honest. You're my best friend, and maybe I'm wrong, but I think there could be something else here? And I wanna try being more? If that's okay with you.’

‘You mean-’

‘Yeah.’ He took your hand, said your name, foregoing any of his nicknames for you. ‘I love you — I always have, as a friend, but I think I have feelings for you. So, if you reciprocate even a little, let me take you out. On a real date. And if things don't work out,’ (you didn't miss the small flicker of something sad as he added that part) ‘well, we can still work together. And we'll still be friends, right?’ he asked hopefully.

You could feel your heart thrumming wildly, from his words, the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his hand to yours.

You took his other hand, the one still atop his knee, and replied softly: ‘I'd really love that, actually. To go on a date with you, I mean.’

The smile he gave you was genuine, unlike the typical cocky. It was wide and crinkled the skin beneath his eyes. You briefly wondered whether he could feel your racing pulse through your intertwined hands.

‘Then it's agreed. After the heist.’

‘After the heist,’ you promised.

Inevitably, you would run into problems and possibly danger in your next heist, as you usually did, but you trusted Mark, and you knew you could count on him when push came to shove. You knew that you would follow him anywhere, and the two of you had a better chance of conquering any obstacles you faced if you were together, as you always had.

The sun dipped beneath the clouds, the room was warm, and things felt comfortably the same and yet like this was a turning point for the pair of you.

You were sure this heist would be one to remember.

[blockofhoney]

1, 15, & 30

1 // a song you like with a color in the title? violet by wild party :) the album it's from is one of my favorites

15 // a song that is a cover by another artist? gin and juice by the gourds!! i love genre swaps they're awesome

30 // a song that reminds you of yourself? oh that could be Several,, i'm gonna go w/ scrawny by wallows tho

[clarklovescarole]

May 1937: Idle Gossip

May 2, 1937 – St. Louis Globe

Carole Lombard bought Clark Gable suspenders at Director Leisen’s haberdashery…

May 2, 1937: No dizzy dame

Carole Lombard is tired of being a “dizzy dame” and she’s going to quit it – except now and then. 

This refers only to her screen roles; in life she’s going to continue playing insane practical jokes on film folk she likes – especially on Clark Gable, whom she has been liking best of all. But about those screen roles. 

She used to be typed as dramatic. Then “Twentieth Century” brought out the comedian in her, and ever since she’s been acting dumb – “dizzy” is her own word for it – in one part after another. 

“I’m not going to let myself in for a run of ‘dizzy’ parts,” she says. Already she’s reformed some. In “Swing High, Swing Low,” she was, she says, “‘dizzy’ only part of the time.”

May 2, 1937 – Oakland Tribune

May 3, 1937 – Daily News 

The big activity in Hollywood tonight was the birthday party that Marion Davies gave for W.R. Hearst… It was a circus party, taking place under a special pitched tent at the Santa Monica beach house, with guests appearing in costume… Clark Gable and Carole Lombard went as cowboy and cowgirl and brought Mr. Hearst a Shetland pony.

May 3, 1937 – The Sacramento Bee 

Carole Lombard and Clark Gable, in comfortable wild west outfits, sitting next to a table with Claudette Colbert in Indian costume. 

May 6, 1937 – Chattanooga Daily Times 

Carole Lombard… lives simply, and until recently in the same Hollywood house to which she moved after her divorce from William Powell in 1933 (they were married in 1931)… Is not overanxious to remarry, as she believes it is a whole-time job and she enjoys her film work too much to give it up for any man – Clark Gable included, who, incidentally, is not free to marry her. 

May 7, 1937 – The Spokesman Review

Clark Gable, film star who was the central figure in the mail fraud trial of Mrs. Violet Wells Norton, Englishwoman who claimed Gable was the father of her 13-year-old daughter, is pictured with Carole Lombard, actress who has been his frequent companion at screen colony social events, as they attended a theater performance recently. 

May 9, 1937 – Victoria Advocate 

Theatres and nightspots were doing their biggest business with the stars over the weekend… John Barrymore and Elaine Barrie saw “Tovarich” together… Clark Gable and Carole Lombard were another pair… 

May 9, 1937 – The Spokesman

Of no importance in world affairs but it makes conversation – Carole Lombard presented her admirer, Clark Gable, with a dressing room. A new one made to order. Joan Crawford has given Franchot Tone, her husband, a dressing room as a gift. It was her discarded one. It all goes to show what marriage does to romance. 

May 11, 9137 – The Pittsburgh Press

When Rhea Gable walked into that swank party on the Coast, Clark Gable and Carole Lombard walked out…  

May 13, 1937 – The San Francisco Examiner

Don’t be too surprised if you see Carole Lombard and Clark Gable headlining your nearest theater marquee in the same picture, because it isn’t a gag. Years ago, before Carole and Clark soared to the heights, they appeared in a little number titled “No Man of Her Own,” and now Paramount has had the bright idea of reissuing it to the tune of tinkling shekels and box office records wherever it is being shown. But the most amazing angle about it is that after seeing Clark and Carole together in this old one, a real campaign has been started for Gable and Lombard as Rhett Butler and Scarlett in “Gone with the Wind.” 

May 14, 1937 – Globe Gazette 

It has been broadly hinted that Clark Gable loves Carole Lombard – that Carole still loves ex-husband William Powell – that Powell is in love with Jean Harlow – and that Jean is in love with Gable. All have been divorced at least once. Gable and Powell have been twice married; Harlow, thrice married. What a topsy-turvy situation! And there are many more just as topsy-turvy in Hollywood.

May 18, 1937 – The Gazette

Clark Gable listening to every word of Carole Lombard’s broadcast in a room full of people who were chattering like magpies… 

May 18, 1937 – The Dayton Herald

Carole Lombard having lots of fun watching Clark Gable work in his “Saratoga” scenes… 

May 23, 1937 – Chattanooga Daily Times

The Fashion Parade… At a recent premiere… Carole Lombard, escorted by Clark Gable, in a black silk dress, black huntsman-shaped hat and cross fox cape.

May 25, 1937 – Star Tribune

Carole Lombard spends her free time visiting Clark Gable on the set of “Saratoga.”

May 28, 1937 – Fort Worth Star

I was lolling in Clark Gable’s dressing room today when he telephoned Carole Lombard. After some priceless give-and-take kidding, he invited, “How’s about doing a little truckin’ with me tonight?” Carole apparently accepted, and after they had exchanged goodbys (long drawn out goodbys they were too), he said to me, “She’s thinking in terms of truckin’ at the Trocadero. But I’m going to ride her down the boulevard in my station wagon and pull into a sandwich stand for dinner.” Now I can hardly wait to hear what happens, for I can vision Carole in chiffons and ermine for the Troc, seated beside Gable in his station truck munching a hamburger with onions.

May 29, 1937 – The Capital Times

A possible match with Max Schmeling was the talk of the air today after New York’s Bob Pastor whipped Bob Nestell of Los Angeles last night in a heavyweight fight which had nearly 30,000 screaming fight fans, including film celebrities, on the edge of the seats for 10 rounds…. Clark Gable and Carole Lombard held hands during the tenser moments. 

May 29, 1937 – The Winnipeg Tribune

Carole Lombard spending her free time visiting Clark Gable on the set of Saratoga. Incidentally, when Clark wheeled a bicycle on the sound stage recently, he was asked by Walter Pidgeon, “Is it yours?” “No,” replied Gable, “it belongs to the property department; they gave it to me and I don’t know what to do with it.” 

May 30, 1937 – St. Louis Globe

Carole Lombard spent a busman’s holiday on Metro’s “Saratoga” set… Yes, Clark Gable was working on the set…

[supertrainstationh]

2022/11/07 05:48

Yesterday I did something unusual, at least for me; I pre-ordered a physical copy of Pokemon Violet, which is scheduled to be delivered to my apartment on the day of release on November 18th, 2022.

The last time I pre-ordered anything video game related was back in January 2017 in anticipation of the March release of Nintendo Switch and The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild.

Since I was attending the launch event at the Nintendo NYC store, it was the kind of situation where camping out for both the pre-order and the actual launch were mandatory.

Seldom do I purchase more than two or three "retail level" video games a year, and since I mainly use my Nintendo Switch at home, I've set aside my digital-centric habits from the 3DS era and buy all my major Switch releases on cartridge.

In 2021, my entire haul of retail Nintendo Switch games, and modern video games in general, was limited only to Metroid Dread, and Mario Party Superstars.

In 2022, the only games I've purchased are Kirby and the Forgotten Land, and Pokemon Legends: Arceus, and my experience in having to drop by three different stores before finding a copy of Pokemon Legnds: Arceus is what made me decide to pre-order Pokemon Violet.

Pokemon Violet will be my first physical purchase of a Pokemon game since Pokemon Black Version 2 on the tail end of the Nintendo DS's lifespan.

The fact that I carried my Nintendo 3DS nearly everyplace I went without exception during the lifepsan of that system made carrying around a bunch of cartridges a tiresome prospect, so I took to downloading most major releases once that option became available.

But playing my Switch at home the overwhelming majority of the time prevented the inconvenience of carrying around cartridges from being an issue, and concerns over the long term robustness of digital game delivery systems has lead me to purchase physical games whenever I have the chance to do so.

Digital games also made it easy to forget the uncertainty of having to go on pilgrimage from store to store the day a new game releases, checking to see which locations have sold out of a hot new title already, presuming they even received their shipments in the first place.

My quest to obtain Pokemon Legends: Arceus in physical form on launch day was a real edge-of-my-seat affair, as I had already announced plans to stream the game on my Twitch channel that evening on the day of release.

So for the first time since 2017, I actually paid in advance to reserve my copy, and in a first time ever for me, rush delivery to my home the day of release is assured, pending any unforeseen complications.

So I'm interested to see how this goes. Hopefully Pokemon Violet shows up early on the 18th and I have plenty of time to get it ready for the stream.

If not, I'll just have to stream Pokemon Puzzle League while I sweat nervously waiting for the game to arrive!

[trustnfc]

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Also, be warned that downloading the APK files from a third party website is not recommended as the files could have been tampered with and integrated with malware, so be careful while doing so. You will still be required to use a VPN service to play the game when installed as the game’s servers have only been unlocked for Canada.

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There is a way for you to play the game without changing your Google Play Store country, which is to download the APK version of the game from a third-party website and install it on your smartphone. Note, Google while changing countries also warns you that you might lose access to some of your purchases, and you won’t be able to use your Google Play balance in the new country. However, be careful as this change can only be made once per year. You might be thinking to use a VPN to change your IP address location and then go into the Google Play Store to change your location of residence. The bad news here is that the beta version is only live in Canada for Android users aged 16 and above. Another screenshot also showed iconic Pokemon such as Blastoise, Pikachu, and Charizard in the player’s party screen. Also Read - Pokemon Go Tour Poke Ball Prep Rally: Hisuian Electrode, Ball Guy Avatar Outfit, rewardsrdsĪlso Read - Google Play Best of 2021: BGMI, Free Fire Max are among the best Android games of this year How can I download the Pokemon Unite beta The image showing Pokemon Sword’s beta title screen - featuring 3D builds of Pikachu, Mega Rayquaza, Arceus, and Blastoise in a stadium - only kicked off the litany of leaked content that spilled online.

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The upcoming game will pit two teams of five players each allowing players to catch and level up Pokemon. New Games and More Shown during the Latest Pokémon Presents Tapu Koko Pokémon GO Raid Battle Strategy Learn how to catch and utilize the spirited Electric- and Fairy-type Legendary Pokémon. The game will feature real-time Pokemon battles similar to the popular anime rather than the other mainstream mobile video games. Also Read - Pokémon Scarlet and Violet games announced: Check release date But take note that the game is not available for everyone and there are a few limitations that we will talk about below. On the flip side, you get to catch all 151 Pokémon on a single file. This also includes the moves on wild Pokémon to make sure every fight is a challenging encounter to tackle seriously. However, fans now have a chance to play the game ahead of its release, as TiMi Studios and the Pokémon Company have released a beta version of the game already. The project’s author redesigned areas, dungeons, and routes down to each trainer’s party. You can also follow us on Twitter for the latest PS5 restock and drop.The highly anticipated Pokemon Unite Multiplayer Online Battle Arena (MOBA) game is set to release in March on Android, iOS and Nintendo Switch.

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Make sure you subscribe to our push-notifications and never miss an update from the world of video games, cinema, and sports. For more content, stay with us, here at Spiel Times. If you have any questions regarding Pokemon TCG’s Limited Beta, feel free to ask in the comments below. A part of the Pokémon franchise, the game is the result of a collaboration between Niantic, Nintendo and The Pokémon Company. Pokemon Painting 60+ Beautiful Diy Painted Rocks Flowers Ideas Painting rocks and stones are fast becoming a popular craft activity.

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OTHER NEWS: DotA 2 – Update 7.31 Release Date + Patch Notes Pokémon Go is a 2016 augmented reality (AR) mobile game developed and published by Niantic in collaboration with Nintendo and The Pokémon Company for iOS and Android devices. It will feature new V-Star cards and alternate art cards featuring trainers with their Pokemon. The latest set, Brilliant Stars, will release on February 25. Pokemon TCG Live looks like an online platform that will update alongside the English version of the TCG. They will likely give a window for players to do that when the new version releases before they sunset the old one. Moémon: Mega Fire Red Version Pokémon Ninja HD Paint Pokémon Go Paint Pokémon Eevee Emerald Pokémon GBA Pokémon Let s Go Pikachu 5.1 Pokémon Platinum Pokémon Black Pokemon Lets go Pikachu Pokemon Mega Delta Pokémon: Crystal Clear Dynamons World Funny. While the Pokemon Company didn’t address it at first, they later revealed that it would be possible to migrate collections. One concern for many online players was their progress with the previous Pokemon TCG Online platform. OTHER NEWS: Genshin Impact – Chasm Boss Leak, Ruin Serpent Pokémon-Like Steelix! Image Courtesy of The Pokemon Company There has been no information on how long this beta test will last though people will have to register and wait for a slot to open. PC, Mac, and mobile users can now download the free-to-play app now and test it out.