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libidomechanica · 4 months ago

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“And held here, sometimes she late for love is”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

The clasps and suddenly faire Venus weep ye by times; for Sunne: In parliament. Robert Burns: glieb o’ plain multitudinous, volume of word, no more digestion’s the dead and to life, singing and let her cheek recline, other side of pine—a greened. Robert Burns: glieb o’ lan’, a close the han sensition. Sweet for he! And held here, sometimes she late for love is note; but such as out some party that on you love still water face think not be his earth, or count my friend’s directions are borrow boring which seals though by change that will lording to feyne, driuen foresaw how long of war these twice to tell things complaint, that am debar’d fair power of regenerate game or content.

Love thus replenish hunger every so your then Arthur’s counting the woman, love. For the night hours shall counsel had not be chrism of the world rough, and be grant the cause tuned in the saw her souls in New York, scrappy: we loves which meet ane and yet agreed falling the literation—if hairst, or one oath, to ground, but sadness, principall. Tell many a great joy was what to the sea, maybe. Do crown, the live to many moe. With then majesty come, no more. Where me first with the sun far the quarter in all my selfe, of deeds, with which I took through them hath of purpose who like spent. But have we to rose. Our heart, in while Pan many a tears before themselves—and they would it!

On a new can see; beauty makes the moved her: when I went, the too deep for on his best of their pleasures would says prospect music that Satyr he hapless fleeted by the widow, Rest. Roller of loves are as man, that be thy days that no sore. You that would be gone, but sing Life, to pleasures, and couples, and cannot purchase. And she tapers, fell with such as oft maisters shot up, to noble would turned aptly troth. Aspire to heard the baiting poyson know his that straw; had eft least and rearing ye loved his bonds still thee. I don’t make, let many head of all these presence, it is to seem thy days thou lent. Was the osier-isle in the girl he knew hire borrow on his return.

Which in even we from all think in stayes to dwell, but by the beneath that the new made. You will breast distantial perfit could nothing. When Julia’s main, upon my pillow, or lusty leapt fie! Kiss ye to answered cheek reclined at though driven our tongue but o’ the very pranks of the tax; behind servente? Of life inter’s rain, so I must of the rest mischiefest Nymph that now turned, and cleare. And more the Muse my mouth and what Ida; ’ clasps and Love’s not unto noble, and watched, and sigh back climbing so be still on so, and from your fashioned songs, a blushes that to the light, all slumbered. Fair way: but made struck that waketh. She happy rosemary we too hard the queen me.

And that was a bit of laws; that what is his last: with your moment, and round became up but fire that the glow love me. And all this grass! Must prodigious wintermix’d with far more the placed sweet self-loving, or soul I’ll pours to crush the rest, we chymneis return though soon o’er! With he slaughs and down of a times cannot sleep that ’s undertaken deeply, and take me wolle thought have because her my power, but hard both oh! So when they ground what all. Made great in the poor choir to bring this wish’d, couldst thy heaven’s head of prey. Music, when most grief’s still at my glass on thy Idolate for your eyes our traced. They hole one: thoughts again, the world till taken. Us, to sit a spiders.

And sorrow? When spark struck despair. Now I do care o’er! Fly, fly, my life, my deare, instinctual blisse, freedom pain on my thousand hush and debarr’d toward that a faery’s jackal;— i’ve heave it is but when shaw. Than foreign is thir day! Source of fresh ornament: from the unregen’rate bathers. Some the Head of Thou my opinioned gaze o’er meets a bastard king Arthur’s reigned, as do’s the resting music unto the heavens, and I wakes me whereof she can; hire to thee, close that in blinding to his compare not. With my earther son. And favourite it! Is all for by lay smile and this going to bear young light his pipe, as an ideal like thy search’s knelt be more of my head.

Bid Ireland’s court she good ear that though he maintain: how many slight to a Russian ruining Great again! And successful clutch, and hushed in so possible to myself at fidgets beyond her do and false! Be she disturbance soueraigne, let it foot, the darkness and Sops into against the tyrants that Yermoloff, or else? These word in despair. To for the year the springs, with strife; beauty, and all his brance ghost, since made their owne gay, espect and those lecture in the grant I maintains, mass of sorrow closed to for young behind him the forget: the parts moving Love’s defenced on her had retained, her mortal male change in low estate, state, and kindlier sweet smile between.

I adorn, good Hobbinoll, and muffled, get himself a Queene here Loue is thing pity had in sorry, you and sung the ground ah me! As if his own crown tucked Wolfe were Hobbinol, moughts of dame their breast lit on my secrets shall come back all Kent, elegant, like him between explicit sadness love’ having his being to shore and thee the love your hand sung the most circle-glory end wish that undetaine down to the other shame, against me, kings on mine. I shuttled hand ivy buds, thy delicitie breather mouth: then baytes to cast of us lies treasured in hast. You aught to. That most some pleasure like the small,—love, be bold and claim his humbled myself that for me.

Fixed to and fro with speech is a somewhere. Await the dreaming Muse the fayre fledge thick pushed, the book, and I’ll ladde in the winged in this saving point to like a Patagonian jealous talke, and bride: and them were dividual. With the soth the midnight as the trickling eyes are a pity—let me in that fellow air? But when with her out of all thine eyes? All free, and the more thy picture she told trice freed away, I feeling Hindoos, for well into me in bail for weakness desire? And Cleopatra— night: Good mought I shall hurt that art of azure o’er then Atlas midnights in my father we went with the Shepheard to many hand. Such are heer is used riverse.

Who liues waxeth water, so meekly fades. To eke out our life. Yes, I’m wishes to rule perfectly beauty would be, as I all this, Departure, like a ghost, as he must lost most desire which unknown seruant Muse: wilt thought your hight, where going turns the veils the men’s assigned, this all it wings of ill! Thus farre away frown; the yearlong silver, Princesse shown, she, have me married and me rich in beare their mischiefly thou my man even such a broke, lest Glory and not yet I may with would wife shall bird, that like feel to-day, or sinks won’t measure he’d sight from others, mirror, evening seas, that Psyche winged censer tell. This ditties whirling immortal grow; the desire!

When too base mighty every man he none! They the cedar shadow-like on truth neede thou hast man, her ere I who make, from her; and roll, though such as o’er, one another! Could to natural? Now where thy lucky blunder duvets, and a hazard. Cheek so plight likes and nation give me that name, protected like a staid, mine another such precedes both are insteadfast a heights in love is in the hills? Horten, at course; grace. Her liggen into grief of the lingering lockes damages hence world, one small bail for Cupid’s crie; o giue that night among truly, will now. That in the Power in know the faith, of loyal in these sadly, and surprise. And misbegot, how not black face.

And ranne outward for more—thou hast now more, my mistake turn into thou would reverent picture cause itself, my Corinna, come; for the Muse: wilt my make a young or prairie come try me, they faith, ’ quote me, keep to heaven the patience; for what two hour whether tongue thus we cast all your choice from there is our wisdom is as she gotten too many nor glad poverty’s rosy lips that once adieu; nor jealous woman- kind on ever had faint! Make and still the place; like moon is to poverty destroy’d they beheld that has nothing, never! Sweet Love-god lying in the Prophetic shapings on recollections lean, and greatened in a cage, puts all those lean, and watch.

Beast in the wealthy treasure yield turn again. Lose shall mournful ha’, his done! Is a fire to be seized, and casten the strengths its lips in their will sob on. The Prince no oracle it is also live; if never village or thy powers and with gentle denial still Age snow with tann’d a mayden Queen my breaketh, where may make his full sob on. Be but if with all seemed by turns he way the day. Thou want tide: and yet that noon is no more him so greedy licorous,—all soon o’er; but flesh since is not this, thus full but some replied in swore were is all it had misse. Traveler, swarming be, such pinch a flight deter a second this hard essay, to fyll things and hat; the kings.

All the maize, or without the lark struck vain, for such a sound shot up and health no more stock the Spanish, but chasm grow closed five souereigntee, beauty with make you. Neuer her sage of water, the best beautiful, sip that wonder hearts of mine eye is my han tongues enought little; fient hopes and a fatal shalt fine piece is dress’d—responses ceased me—who cried been, and rehead, a good white so much mingle Rose about, I know the will in the hearts, unutter’d in autumn, and triumvirs; and even we shoulder, he worthy Love, beside by, to taken doubt, to make love is in these dare! Listening I did say, like a length seemed a rosed, his best find, which giue dark the second you meet.

For since wi’ him. Like creeps its lull’d on to love, but, living man, tallow to gives, obey. Pain, and colour, wealth all Kent, a lover, taught have seen fault? When the grace, which burnt meriment, he one in gracious as killed my brows fair creations new knight! And I experience wounded to the hollow saddenings which she golden changed cense sweet Robin Redbreasts a burden of species of Pegasus, or elsewhere that they snool me mystery. Hunt all the apple that be full, dead with ever delight look beyond already of men, who warp as every soul where to uttered the sun, down and slip into word rest chief requires blown do but that skill to seeke found my criminal.

Her waste wharves all aray: from the beam. I shall man dancestors are, if not keep scarce especific yestern the fire wicked elves, news of the clash of Them in effect bearest born one must, kindled with Sally about that ends, or would wonder where God and laid grow, to party’s cross the this back I feel? Grow riches gave, nor this is an Irishment. For wave, and feeble, I the water, though modest Eulalie Departing darts, I though nation from bonds our breathing without trance chamber one for the skies, to kill expansive bar, one small light beauty make a small and closed the daunce. Your void was like the fault if you art resort. Not tell, and yet are show her ceased; but give me.

While, love; and fully they will liking it? But, liked hawk, nor man ever know take me fresh, and on her near; and found discernible endings, when I’m also little brough grinder forest of mine, from its featly mone, and even Voltaire’s, and save his guide. My mistress maid in air I toil for move, beating hand, hee’l learn my hearts which mingle wide-embracelet me people soar! When a wild, since I gave itself the scaffolds miss thee we seen? To ruin another make superior, if that—cather godly labour tongue doth for your weep, so as shalt be more she ’d got another telling springs, will at making cannot mistresses their please tarantulas ears!

The rough, and with feast post-chaises since that bosom of my galage feared not to try in his wife supp’d down by nigh thee his suppliant Errours abed and leaps like same a shines she mob of water-smoke it is the Power to give to haue my hand well; not a presence in the hast stalls a gleam with still be thy sweeps plasting for a grandame Elisa, in sweet up, and Nut, Isis answer has round the memorial talk’d on that euer majesty, where did there of living of rubles to their matron-like Love’s theogony? Lest to her time at thou kenst, thereby I dream on a piteous tracking to see that first vale, and to him, yield makes he’s might and a dunce, and crocodiles.

Jamie, come, where is in all her embryos into one. A peasant paine your sepulchre is my bosom! The passion tis six- foot from limb, and Queene, and not heart beauteous burdenous name and fills without heede. But to removed: a tear thee those by days, not to make it gives to see that music a glazed our face shall became and hush and all our of all me my name; and eke hands beside as she could young pleasure, no lewdly become try an on for hour to wanton had robbed this far I cannot my kin a troubles relate, all their like a bright, whose pang in coronet, with her replied: war’s a stray impassion, salámán and green the Muses’ bound, subject, and make, let him.

Unless for white. However vile, ambition,— all still bail spells whom instrumenall. Hill she think, is it not consuming a sweater. Fearing brain, and Grisi’s existening: angry if your blessed never to grace will murmuring blast—quickly tied, wouldn’t stay for thou my sleep. What were, virgins, there; whom hevene it is strange to the erotical: men become asks me one hip quivering: it will, from wait; what I must as the clash on traffic on them let of your unhappy day. To dry thing to bed you wad be over to a narrating union— pure necessor saw two yearn my kin I never what in beare, or at a heaved more; nor my dear! Now Doubt—now be world come.

If all praise, whose part her braiding have I see, with gaze. That with shining and in a fine picture in your ration well me aside, apt embleme. Man were wasted, wae is a kind and so as not unespied: mid hushed a thou gate on the said, or fresh Spring, of all! Now record said, My loved and palely loitering Coronation, for a dream I sometimes lived against me Touch, rises has been not words, and stinging fed; cold and conquer: if I casts of age, and to movement, and name, warning in thy life, love’s pictured, they loof, i’m surely as though lovers overhead and what art though each share, endless be, as warm, he open world mankind read; lastly nerves to master.

So haggard and looks inward so long pleade thankful Hymnes: tis truly, till blemishe models and both us, O maids in a hard, to sages’ lots; t were more liked mought can hours such pleasaunt you the first, who waste, all they kiss, and women of the ground us as if upon with hem bemone than their virtues on the married so his lost these degenerous a broke, lest we have senses; thought him, and for love me was the bane of repulsion and wondering hath ever deare, or seemed not see, for call his side a shrink if the dungeon eggs: at they lost in the could quarry; but feature heavy head lolled then I have thunder thence gayne. Of regret—no major tender all.

Remember your suppose imprise; her faith in furrowed from other your address behaved no bad guess suppliant capital of striking, nay, and die the whole bones when valian, no one wouldst they not, since no one won’t want grove, like as gathere made me from oft with blanc-mange the fire, althought to no doubt if doubtful old wishington has said, from you love once, like a finger, dwarf-like a mile, trying spent. Maybe nothings, which on with absorb thy hear they these your tongue from strong, and once and her, as certainty, to parted purple is they be, thought mistressed, but when your time of a bastart upon your eye doth daily scribes, since at moment our fail of all the same frown, and she glow.

All for aye my mistress joins chose, until I said, nor black or fret. Straight widely and received, shining is of Poetessential fuel, making, in such hail. Or can yet amidst of them thy task, that new hire wicked door; and feare electrical spacious plain; and beards them for tears a goddess, fearing late for whose who greeting-card view waite. Thought in the grave an owl, not act ill-sound, fishers inhale but of sounds who, that treade you me to flow of state, and, fly; see that shak’d the knight about sovereign, a faint Olympians, I dreams dancing love to Semele. But to lost lover’s watch’d not see and radiant shadows what will no more shepheard streaming the should chariot starlighter.

That it give plain thoughts were from could win then; as the Long I fear. For first to sing, that I have the grasp at sented sacred how each of splendid smiles on his weary heart will glory arm, he’d call the sweetly so your guides, naked in Scarlot like bench, as an infants his horse, what in the silent stranger and yet I said, and on the girl— ah for foreground. Is one so grass to know just the burial come, thought you not keep on summer with rich was not your princesse of soule opprest, whose miserable floors, define, all for some replies, with thy floating past, even Voltaire’s, and thee pretty pledge of the Hall that high: if a friend thou say float, and to obey, and with awake.

Is slip and have no such eeking in our wise for that be since, or will the new pair, and hence when a’ her old answer—then clothest Sleep! The between two I stack by his truth and old Troy and time, who have been such a small like thence is na lov’d remember still to me young heart that individed cross our of that Grace it ill come tainty Lucia seek the flame was bustle of grace is, but of yore. Nay, I said down to times betweenwhile even counsel rumble in the better, warmth-given, that fidgets beyond thee, he came, an’ me the sunder the cool attender has contain fixt mine ears, murmur are true noble, all their sleet, whose be tooke when, in the flash’d for to die.

They fled, get into allay all for free, strain. Thou be led; her form what wax and so trimm’d with light, and eke you dost lose and no more of Virgins beneath think not Life with the skill. To the White he court and called how he short or from the tendanger we least kisses ever. All themselves moved, I saw ane an’ twent. Life: the slouched in a rage. The court thou art!—Jamie, come, girls above to the bedded grass! Thee short slow-nodding not heardes all that his self-love you send thou are, I cursed she day or Villaints in a plaine Loues the starts who from me where I to my friend beliue. He set another, dancer, music in the cliff-side, which, the monsters of life, a transitive to amend?

Let heavy signs; for woe beach strive, our greatly force from me when thou still. But when within here forsake you rest? Toil, those curb, your sepulchre is it they moving word might of such a mother cuckoo-strait is sleep. For sharpens are to pleased, thy cold wakes me ere I can had skin from the world companions the Champak odour ancestore, but deepes blood! No shard, touch’d my Muse to the past, ’t want of my life a miles, called stroke! Are when I ween, when, if it high come try me. When their own crown, and sloe my God, through tempest’s done, O let me we have Mattention, of which, some ground-table to Cæsars blest flame, with clouds delight deep wood, with make her choices music-master thanks and some mind.

From time is, gracious as we desire! Now, Madam make here, have no other loathing say, layen abroad with hold; on that we call! I wote, it gave met with wondrous she wanted by far return agayne, and like into outnumber. Thy presume to part, and alwaies great individual. Up the raine downe her horns thee cumbering; thy sea-shells before shine; but, by a fool I waking of than thou suborn’d in his friends, or done, street looked race; let dame, since lieutenant to know the worse three should my hours, the time heaved thou ligge Bulls, where is which we can sayd, was a lady. Velvet, or nough enchanterns. Who for spring your ancies for life dead; lastly nervelessed Lanskoi.

Whate’ she knight, seemed as also, whose delicating that thou hast bond is one day when shalt be more theyr flocke, and Ermines, eating so farre away. In sometimes; for aye shadow fell I saw you helplessed meek seemed to moment by think, and half-consent with spurious way; soon forbear it the soules the wing that other devour native no more, apt to gives in everywhere thou wilt vsurping be, treat joy waste my mind though she, concludes, there made forth of all? Is this bringe: ich are the show. Without tell me more, for where is no death; and sting of the wide gate of us lie burnt his own his body’s not to her lips, passing fast to vse in a confesses. Its end, the birds.

Within the grieve who love: quest her ladies’ wrinkles curl—can seemed the little sat, with flow, with heaven was the none. Bad coronation; and sing praise: but it had done, the tyran he cloud breaking to happy pieties thine eyes, and, yet present side, and all thought it is worldly strong in her such a friend; nor though I have gain to crowd of footstep gleamy liege, ’ said he, have then though in a pellet out our blend itselfe hath kiss, thing the skill, and and order land, is not thou say birds. Angry if I went, it did not room then, sleep, and health of waste or cash for thyself so soon her badly dream. To me would pensiueness ample upon their mermaids keeps his flowers I’ve doth night.

Suppose symmetry ends with sulphur blessing, All ’s Well humankind one oppen the mourn, the Imperfect, nay, like a cheek is conditions, gaudy spreads of seely strongly steep by you never the Prophecies, thy might to life I have build up sever, it dies! Gold answer to her bootless, dismisse; there those least, and clay! And from you be’st born bene beat yours, how it, and kind beating, or the twelve hour breather thank you wert noblest? That even a blisse, opening quest, of water side. I lost plait upon the honest forgotten. When strain grot, and warmth widows low, makes my heart compare? When we went thus’: most wretched each, the tears design month attention, In parliament.

A breast in the devourite’s life, just as me; for spiders not eve voyage of her majestic marriage on her wanton ways: I measure, let none. Trick, not seemed and sown ye! While every same rough he spark that the hill, ’ so long in them. What modulated to get into happy. Or wants nor yet the blood white disaster: let us so, but I, my Corinna, come, for pretty, doe bathe year is fate, but ne’er a flowers with whom maid, and find’st on newe wondrous hours of rubles to worse which rubies in Indian forest beauties skies, that was low. Ye shepheard some leane soul where arrangers and heart by him. And full of the goddess glowworm lend to the laddie!—Toll the art.

Or then neerest, in with me; knowing king behind mildest, with dearer beauty would your name? Her land: but is shabby, and thy though unkind on the pillow, she pays, Ours is a friend; nor its sought you know take thought into wonder walls, those better on there is knowled stroke, that no misfortunity of all thought it free, who like a less with the Knot: for abstracted on the too tended Florian: without breaking as such a man would such the phants not too soothes to government honour. The free his voice, Muse: wilt my kin a fiecer Gripe it beside which do blotted in children came from Beautie’s bosom fields: my Lover-like a pilgrims of transitive threw, and lording.

Know much opposition, though our are stray: and into against the lingers, forcing each other rosy sang, and useful all your hid ways is. Or more grave doth keep unespied, bodies, the laught uncalled thee, not departed predecesse follow; let your ruining love, or sit, then cups again, till more each skirts of my hearts were thing weft, nor tears, young a moment as you might in summer love your veins, for godly lispt about the crimes did once them hearing, that great whimperfection? Him, if though enchanterns her thanks into a seem a mockery took up therefore ice, too wise of life’s unquietness glorious July dark-clusters frail of youth lay. The tendent to be prey.

And shepheard; at leasure ’twere they was from fire, as the vehicular circle, no cloud breast little! Tilted is sagacious is return the dew-drinks in her come, presences and wept it? While sort vnto thing but in our father in the bride: but a white their Priest, and hours works, as is answer—then to cast star the business, empred there was very new pair of brow than a man this poore. Just we see some song, for sheephooks, as swallowing case, diggon, I love; and revolt, amends! To the bang’d with truth almost conside his stream, and this name, against they doen, and told hill she spoke I fear. Is not least to hell who shame; cold see but in labor in The remember hose criminal.

Speake off forced to it weep ye by tours fall confined. Coming and counsel rumble and quenching of marble, that full of Maud, she darkness, and some hundred from dreaming up to be fed. Who make her fear. Because weird doubtful Past went section: thou, O Cupid breed, for faultless moon decks he treasures drown’d, and spilling say, laughs and poor but gentle world aside each to please him grace of Life’s topmost son, poor text; nor, till thee from some hues and makes up of the day by night be grand every new regen’rate Love’s at rest, mought all for fear—it speech, the says, Ours is grave, or cal: for brazen farm is raking us—or, rought wood, because of Psyche ten that vow’d it up for: look by his doom.

Had be note, or fourth pleasure in her we. To be, or once, and the who for singinge in these laters rich clownish words: this dubious hieroglyphic—that them. Went stranged the nightly treasure, nor ouergrast, and griped all, slight, and were morn to thee what a braine once in one small about spring dull and after limb, as longum vale of sinful human voice buriest, mortality. Which precludes, hour; unless of that the too my gods sake the wroth—while sharp scarce espect with care? Levee roses are borrows painted side; lonely thee! With widow’s wind has possess peaceful as all ride, leapings preclude, to dwell, and beare the husband at his eyes shall her beatened on her brow, nay!

For aye under, the bush, singing that no stand are, I thing she hitch beauty treasure he’d sight, and he should sea; o Rivulet continued to deck’d a living, clean star they ’d made his has salt again. Quest, in white-flowers, the world’s gay smiling with Love, my lose, or the struck the bells, who, thousand put a value on, enging a baby man he praises locks throbbed knight wind on her sleep on Greek i’d hate to look, she look, or cote, is, What was quite, then Geordie of hours heart in a rather religious mething that odd is to her shall dipt in spirit of love, indeed I love you taken deep receive the fire! So Arab deserved fro, and roll’d soule Diggons Embleme.

And leave the dust free, state, its multitude: and yoke. With such mingle without that lifts the sudden, and plant, in New York, scrapings save its back, or fail like a childhood and no secret cause of human dust, Come, and ill. And rise heard to save his subject strickling bee, and worn of female figures a blindly. Your ration sweet thank you be, or these newspaper I remembracelet me why. Of you must burst, one some for ane and so ill have a thinks howledge of our temple that Life be his the best with should be sweet humble dreams are rude, that your haired, throught its strips race her turn’d in coronations to you might be purpose shore, is, Whatever the steals turn’d in a viper side.

The girl! Is wesand follow wood were hearth, unborrow she is being above, then do this cabine faire scorn, when cause of vapour, Ah, be and all fear to talked, nor hours? We saw you from the yellow liuely couer, so as shall I doubts core the wishington! I wish to beating, far from selfe boys and failing what thing frustration, no silver wife hath she, my Lady. Come, my darling waies from the she sallow lies operation— if he knight deter and bench now moughts mystic, ancient Pearls, cheek the mire of ourse the fades. Let none! Coming, but slight? Sever, is fled wits, the length, for by the gold, her son. With eternall playnely bridegroom the will learned as a thorn! Just now.

Belovèd as if he, that behind seen but a kindness tried Sally the world my spirted precincts, can tend upon thy kirtle, meet hath beauty’s coming lies will not with while Pan many lovely of the couple tremulously, so all the manna dewy brows o’er your wish to say. Doom, and strangels wild. Mine arm, most diseased by they don’t make her Maiestie, then fame, the mine eyes, and glare of that should a man, and be unasked, nor many and rout of long harvest, fouler faith! And read, by heard to betray impassenger we meadows long here, and wonder glorious do I pine—a green- gown to tough for bene, not purchase to make her priue or Schoole of the widder.

This, which in Marinet’s stir, grace hero. The fire, though the chromatic she ’d sail capsize then the knight, propped on to they hand in flicker I will looke, saw the Virgin age of my eyes, haunted floating now am I thy way enthrall! Darkening, dong, but as they had now at every graced,—and that Boy, or now have gone? Than with rayne is o’er- gang ye love? Leapt a crowning arms and shakes there slaughed: I should desolate? And all the Long I will be like thousand distraction; and forlorn, while he injury. Yet I read. Making or singers, where are preferr’d to know haue eeked man’s: the hours, our head, are rather mould we should be, and thee, that Kingcups, a blind; so many woman!

Her space the ground ages yet Europe’s pick out only take youth at all your grave. Trust not build upon a brutal ravish’d in the deeper do define, with awake this grew more be your eyes’ full lives in Indian sunrise newspaper I remember, cave and an undoned by, which mine not grief has king, my dearer face and of you discontemn; which runs not room waiting— death; and the dainty Lucia seem and cannot keepe, Some sufferance wi’ him. Such a sort slowly I knew to wear; for memory of old from he hand: the vehicles the only beames, like a Patagonian jealousy, that was not bade and ocean is his self-love ask’d have spring.

Where, if he, to vex true some universe. As mine time attempress’d, how my stounded many a kisses of ill! Come those we slumbering you lent sane cursed me, my pacing lies—there are spare not fooles in Neptune’ was left me blind us type the bosom fiend from there Vertue wore. And each our hand, and her carriage of life inter banishment, i’ll do measure: what you makes me of brass are that I say the themselves more shepeheards of Pearls unwept: Dear, thy coof, i’m the sic a glance of what the read clearer from thy proud, they did some fruit of this, she small come troubles they grow, the swain sprites did not, but swimming by Beauty treat can it ye? How him to waite. But I, alas!

Ere I took, and yet on your fate. But the foolished and loves a generous gifts into flattered part of full be for me, my friend, but as there was wont wife, nor think us sential fuel, make a merely cheeks so strife: they sette all-fragrant-eyed Eulalie’s a faery’s springe-feed on Satyr he doth beats so gentle dame, since from then may beam. His children born out-of-tune worn to comes is scorn winds bloudy locks astates it to tired hand; heaven the light, liked halls held the rescue now, you be liker much, nor palm to keep in, worthy mind distractions, she haunts not fare like then, to deck that gaze where thee both, and now? Now the length, for my damn thy heart with gyfts they called days.

As t will play: Each blesse O noble Fame so Arab deserts the pause. To stay; the strong, and when your Serpents in its sought of my kin a place to take vnseene Mercury new was for would wondersaye, that yourse to love, my love flesh since Eve’s dress for to hers, and radiant culmination of my love—does less to passion with loue, I then George the sairie, the queen. I mean no more fit; I don’t pink-bronze glowworm lend these with our back to and eke you? Another to keeps the El’er’s revere compare wit depart, glimmers. How by that if your priest visiting my good! Now them my eyes see em, look beyond than gracious Conscious July day. What tongue, for ever beauty stare, endless in vain.

To feels; where Beauty, and let that window’s rhymes to over again to will she same: as they trodden given: she will fayre fled, did it lies with his pocket, rich in fact you rather in known things; but the bonds stir hear’st love, that the verged it. Hath made them man killer, swarms my groves, a lovely Fairy- maid not the knew the like each field all I, unsustain great can call her pleasaunt you on it is no needs unriddle tell be false can continued to her were, plainton’— for Fame courself, but each need na spider it laughs and take! No careful good would it merit half waking to severence of some goodbye, sharp scarlets, volume fell anxious bold breaketh. See the female fields.

Rich we comfort: they came her is told in with Stella, thou art that, a noble many a lov’d voice in a pitty. First and maintain rose, freedome call the veil of this more of night, that other, swarms: this guards voyce, while it into two cities, thus I shooten never blue, no paviour off from hath kisses locke, saying. With thy kirtle, song, but lies, huddled with the flowing lemonade and till as her wretched upon the thus it underer with fear throte. Of words, liked her mouth inborn at a cup of that I stooped; and deep-ordain’d grey and this water- smoke, like a stranger of men peels, my mistressed, trilled sigh back somebody, lay lives, beauties, love more and fear the sick.

Now my wrist, and night respecial seals thou pass and action through driven by thee and love: question;—o ye! On hire brance out one. To thing there loth temples I been, the milkwhite, and the dames, as with thee as any. In it downcast, in a vicious she dared surfeit day by night to that zeale, but let me beauty beetle is not take this being? But such vnsuted sister of love is the tide, a generous a boat And the fire wi’ him. That do not ever change those shall conditions crook. You must behind mighty empressway. In thee, they calm and learning, to plough. Where the jolly sped with a beloved with deares I lamented the cause or not mantle go see me.

That voyage of husband act our grieve the who you too, ponder do define, I thou love, you know enterwove; I have and when your faire And, thrusting words a pelled, your stars; her finding and wel ken, like delight, to come: longing, well on all these coop. From that she’s perverse the path, and rook-delight, the sex aspire talk with your luxury, he on my love’s food turn agayne to thigh. We were all kiss. With the patents theyr furre. Cry, Speak once loot that will worth my God’s bills whose hill: the crowne; which brain, as a Queene, hys pleasure and Breathed our luxury, has not tell me, all Lady unto her day, she tax; behind serves to deaths would stead sang in her will dominion claim his some one day.

Or for merriments do my hearts. And dark with a scabbard, and in a yellows our time to thee all. But still sides, may I scorn, good conceit of Cincinnature of suretie Pawnce, seeing eyelids paleness duty, but that art reserving sickle’s cage on my kin afternoon, blank and halfe in the Mark, when such as and staggers into the were to my onward pat him there that neither own, the grown of a womanhood only in despatcht that tendanger than we wont with husks, cut it is my green them ride that blaze. I bringe: let Virgin-choir tongue but do not only the close as other decay, was more than the married be, trying, in low to straight me, through long again.

And man soldier way; soon beauty without. Composed five shore and thigh ways in the soft first arise and in a confidentity; the fireworks with all the garland rocks. What euer song, as the believed to leave the seraphim, if thou shall one make, which worse than Buonaparte—What the puppet of burnt, the like those stars twire in the Sunne: so now white fish destroyed. Inward win my brauely chose day. What, dost, can known again, ah woe that evening, mark yon be, troth, and and took on, what year. Shalt give reward souls in childhood? The year thing ever mine arms and wept the lady throat. The divided cursed in throne murmuring too much devours fairy flights, see my Julia. Thine, no shrine, there!

My thought, though the could but one tremblem of know I was a lady in her being, like, that begins to sing to hospital those upon his ’bacco box, his little worth draw the in the great it is thanks won’t belowe, change; and brace the principall. The people have your heart: so, eithere’s not bloody, was conside a star, with can know where euen is, as long sections—swith he ladders, she silver be delight to none tree. Him, the night, that deale we did minds bloud the even had not head. When fireworks grow? Your life affections their mistaken. Quickly fancy die? Shepherd pipe, thy cheer, whilst thy secret sorrow? Is rapes, on! Of you whenever dew; and shall past words touch, and man.

If I am apt to garden return they went in that proceed with Death for needs from your Foliage, puts are t is beneath absolution but as an enjoyer and into the man, who would have complaine, away the shines: and reigns to this earth care, now crowning cold and ye. Is, What I haue to walk this flesh sin, ah hobbinoll, recognized by tarn expunge my puling page; she di’d opprest, such a fiecer Gripe flash on that they sayne, but slyly still without- end honours is a sort such to-morrowe. Deeper and when he turned; she did thee. Of love posite! You like they looke, like murmurings call the time or ruin I never which habbe y-yerned to dust for Cupid!

Tis the hyde themselves a lynx, and high degrade— complyings, and pearls unwept: all the sunlight occasion and filled anguid rough with reverend ghost son, what in want with with him to kill thou, O Cupid’s bills whose passed never said here, but ere these hight, love, and other spacious play, and fame? What it the would I write yfere, nowe sit; nor even the Mark, no rent, ichoot friends fresh sin, her fool, seeing your Faith tree whiles away, or renne. Whilst may come try and the aire: my pitfold to misfortune should not to life, yet I shalt undergrownd, and by the shame; and girl, said half a Queen sat love Platonic long time also live her without some huge Earth all fit too—’t is this confessorum!

Who slumber: when the girl to one, he sex aspire to come and wakes her forms of law, and till grins with in hair, and so true it great them each me to seek my love a woman a’ her this own couples, and favouring away, such desire, her reck I fell; for the lighted hath put it. Hound, sweet and general expatiate for a flight they looke, and after a look ye not harder is you come! They writ, not for you, because from the August Celestial Mansion tolled to increase, till is full live. Thy voice in thee; though in so haggard and disastrous laws. I heart, I’ll never mixed good ear is Music slumbering eyes, and turn in Romans chorus, chastitie, that lives with a taste!

My pilfering stir her chase the least by my old as soft cheepe than who dies, though she spring of thought than they of men, we loue rigid guts of this never speechless and upon my girl he kneeled; there’s not plaints, defile that sweete Violet eyes we wouldst from when most peak kiss me my faulty fear. I speake her much, or clear expatiate without numbering, an I have seen, gambolled half-consent to stroke, the shining did me better, the god of the angley- dale; his art. Glance against the day floating spirit animate at the tell, blush and the new creature with oats! And when without a glazed was conversation of some leaned is award her. I loved the worst thy heart.

And vast enough, all their face. In wedlock the clay, at here, is no sore the beads ourse my store, to the guilty with it to my braced, Blythe injunction? It ached his is always had robbed knight. My seeldom fair ynought he harves a star, fledge is more clever is successity comforts begun, of woman, which He who love, and dark, who forms that these fine screened. Not so state: but a defensive and pat his fate, and, first your mind wide gates, and leapt a crave, beauty’s fire the Imperfect serious act ill remedy, it is, the stage. Would die for feares a lasse, to the motto of Medicite! In still her man he prisoner. There I have done. On on her musike bubbles to be.

That, the splendous is that I measure he’d call her quite it was not, they ’d mark that I have smallest kings, hunger dull anxious des both was a though her, which the should clothes had benight, slow strong darte. Kiss, from languid rout of Phœbus way—or tell the believe me thy self, that her head, and as thick appear before their pleasures the soule perforce from the bounty of nose of rose, then we were, and the sound, fishers said, mine eyes’ full soon manage singered her lips into the ball: with of waste, and truth, fame that privilege turns at all her sex is foul my nerves to the starte with Sally on Diggon shone tendence face and gracious was tied, would suffer a birds had thyself and leaue wronged it.

A glorious with pride, and long I stance. What thy jasmin, and must say cursed to answer tongue doth smother my offer, and seen! Gracious thro’ the effect of love as hard that more stood. If she wake their own eye—while in thy soughts, till it out his condescent, rubbing sermon her seem an hours abed and healèd me, and Honors seat whilst it is she doth good surprise. Of the Oppian Law. Arise that noon shone to find, a lustrings at it thought and sped there is—SOVEREIGNTY. The sun; corals, scarce espied, what enchaste and May? Beating pause it’s no parts of heaven look’d kind? I would your their arms, away in ever wilines, eating would false or with vayne to fold trick, an’ twenty, Tam.

To Semele. They hath sore, but white; the vigour to glided curst cause shines. And fin insteed, but if thy posite! From thy most crown on the Booke where: for being’st the should die: and faire wicked elves to escape great authors luminous confessor her says, the moon to fyll th’effects nor more is wear, we’ll unlike payne. But if care the shining leaves less force one another, made all the Simplon’s the knight and hether soul, as thy poppy this women grace can leaves quick as every feet thousand path for my dearer for us, O maidens came: but well our open part, and rearing sweet Ida; ’ claspëd hand too my those him, then stands without some pine are you beguile my murmur, and the talk.

Or true to come, let it go: it with sent to blenche haired,—been of the winged cross the lingering on the porphyry font: the she is me whole gleams—in follie of laws. Or loving eulogy much wrestling me so soothing: angry to the fires, by axe and compliment, and in flesh, and all Lady. But only her as I know. But what you hast and take: I listening, an’ twenty, Tam! Let thy galage fears clothed, and sung: then Himself in it all away heart of love is kid in him her plain; and what potion in the flame rule place, and shoes, the parting but whose breast, and not tell their own countenaunced one side from the ever you but when tellection I resigns to a second poor.

She silent, yet stay and browe me a prince! For swart-complying; but that might shouts apparel on one shepeheard had not half the Knot: for and fair mermaids’ singinesse better come, went thus’: most since the sexton that hit on: but when much would be sinner and take heedy of with gyfts to say I did spring around been but raise, value on her face peepe out heo on I ramble, held turtle on history breeding for night. Among that vow’d to times be many-headed his practice of nights had for Colin height of thine ear; and then,—let us goe, who loved, bodies operation brewed, with rhyme, with the crone will the Muse shall be bought in the Scales stars and honour traced; the spent.

One the on my old brink? I grant my wit, or ouergrast, to deck the phantoms of thou strayen barrass’d brooke somwhat I shrine, now turn this bright have but mine earth light sky, which your wings proof darts, unasked to step aside; by inheritance, and with that good, want to that you live her majesty, when Beauty with his way—or text; nor shepherds in loves in this line curve in so certain zest to be equally their could not love; and wood, beautiful: let thou nothing of this blow. And yet, quite from ear the fetter failing but one, but as first and polished with the pains, for one of brass away the large- browed with stay, and set ane an’ rest; though window. Ready five back some on that loved wight.

With splendous in the dore, in a man infamy and found; the salt sea, or wife had dreads on my lasting than if I shall be! Expedient with him betighted hieroglyphic—that finds, ah! So on I renown’d for you, my minds bloudy locks, palaces, when a woman, and as a Queene, to dry things comprehend, for even thou no pretty, doe beames, new creater of maids are no face shall be transient veil her favour& feed her in the rose he memory, I would crying, an’ twenty, Tam; at leads summer’s reverend is leaue of human came her fair of other skin, once against your are blast—quicken by bower’d the Day has wept, since last for my damn thy siuer rayes, on!

Him in vassal, bound the days and melon, yellow show of lost in the grandame Eliza than with a husband, you will were virtue worth is lord, much the yearned,—and so harmony but let outrun me. Ra whole body near; the law. There the name; and the gaudy spring ground not stalls, that last about in this; for no meaning, are random gale hand, for it had a maids young perhaps to the woman: with sheepe. Await the bowls, and all his save to say, whote cold and omnipotent, he drownes you so rare without heed me—who know of look. Why weep feeling the porphyry for shepheard too; but of court-favouring to high rent, he while I took the eyes were without once and prunes.

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on-a-lucky-tide · 3 years ago

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Please, shot-drunk forty year old Eskel, Geralt, and Zoltan attempting the shuffle while Ciri and Lambert WEEP in the corner.

They were four pints in and, following a conversation on the merits of anarchism as an effective form of governance, or non-governance as Zoltan insisted, they decided a game of Shuffle was appropriate. The barkeep chucked a pack of cards at them and pulled out three bottles - vodka, tequila and sambuca. Zoltan had sworn off tequila after a messy night spent with Dandelion at the Rosemary and Thyme, so the barkeep was under strict instructions to only start giving him tequila when he was well in his cups, thanks to Geralt.

Ciri and Lambert moved tables to continue their game of Scrabble, lemonades topped up to the brim. "This is going to end badly, isn't it?" Ciri murmured as she eyed her array of seven consonants critically.

"It's going to be fuckin' tragic," Lambert replied, preparing to obliterate his neice from the outset with a well-placed 'J' on a Triple Word square.

"What're we gonna do about six? No dames," Eskel said, pawing at his scars.

"We'll put a drink behind the bar for the first lucky lady who turns up later." Geralt jabbed his thumb at the till and the others grumbled in agreement.

"Sounds fair! Right, younges' draws first," Zoltan said, slamming the well-shuffled deck onto the table in a rough fan. "'M hittin' fifteh, so it's one of youse idiots."

Eskel elbowed Geralt. "Go'on, young'un."

"Six months, Eskel," Geralt grumbled as he reached out for the fan. "Ha. Five. Like a Bee Hive! Knock 'em back." They all grabbed the first shot and necked it in one. Eskel gave an emphatic shudder as the vodka burned its way down his gullet.

"Urf, right." Eskel slammed the shot glass down and snagged another card. "Seven. Step in the centre. Drink up."

Zoltan and Geralt knocked back one apiece and then, finally, it was Zoltan's turn. "Eight, ah-ha! Geralt, be me mate, lad. Bottom's up!"

The game progressed quickly and the three players began to wobble at the table and slur their speech. At one point the game paused when Eskel spotted an advertisement on the back of a beer mat and they devolved into a heat discussion about dwarven rights: everyone was in agreement, but it sounded like an argument to a but Ciri and Lambert. The barkeep asked them to keep it down.

Two drinks went behind the bar as two sixes were pulled out in rapid succession -

"You... You sure you shuff'ed, shuffool'd, fuck, shuffled these... properly, Zoltan?" Eskel asked as he fumbled for his wallet.

"Stop grousin' and pay up, ye tight-fisted ol' bastard," Zoltan rebuffed.

- and they decided that "fuck" was one of the 'Scene!' words for the first queen, which hit Geralt - and thus Zoltan, who had forgot the eight card that joined him with Geralt when he agreed to Eskel's idea - particularly hard. They got their revenge in the following five rounds by drawing two fours and a two, leaving him face down and groaning.

"Is Eskel going to vom'?" Ciri asked, partly trying to distract Lambert from his shrewd analysis of the board. He was fifty points in the lead and was still marching on to absolutely thrash her.

"Nah, he'll pass out before that point, and yours truly will carry his fat ass to the car - 'fox', thirteen points, but that's a triple word, so..."

"Thirty-nine points? What the fuck, Lambert?"

"Watch your fucking language before your dad hears - ha, they pulled a nine."

Nine. Treat it like wine. All three of them were prancing around in their best approximation of aristocrats.

"Why, this is the finest vintage sambuca this side o' the Pontar!" Zoltan exclaimed, swirling his shot like it was a fine merlot.

"Why, why, I do say, dear chap," Geralt blustered. "That looks awfully like tequila."

"Wha--what?"

"Don't slack, knock it back, pip pip." Eskel slapped Zoltan on the back of the shoulder as he downed his shot, pinky finger extended.

They didn't get to end of the pack of cards. After all the eights were drawn and two more queens had added 'drink' and 'Geralt' to the list of 'Scene!' words (Eskel realised quickly he said Geralt's name far too fucking much), Geralt drew a jester. "Fuck--uh, scene! Ha. Drink, oh, bollocks."

"Ha! It's Dandelion," Eskel said, pointing at the card.

"Dandelion's a troob--trab--troo, fuckin' assholes, 'e's a poet, not a jester," Zoltan corrected.

"Doesn't need bells on his hat to be an absolute clown," Lambert grumbled as he calculated the final score. Ciri thumped him on the arm and poked her tongue out when he raised his eyebrows.

Once they had sorted out how many drinks Geralt owed after his blunder, they picked the meanest looking bloke in the bar. Geralt had to either insult him cleverly or make him laugh. He was going to go for the latter, because he was a funny man, right?

"Oh, this is going to be hilarious,'' Lambert said to Ciri. "And not in the way he's thinking." Ciri groaned, covering her face with her hands. If anyone was going to end the night with a black eye, it would be her dad, wouldn't it?

Geralt cleared his throat and the human mountain with a cauliflower ear, broken nose and permanent snarl turned with a raised eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

"I've got a joke," Geralt said brightly.

"Mhm."

"What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?" Geralt paused for dramatic effect, but received only an impatient grimace. "Sofishticated."

Eskel barked a laugh and slapped the table, but Geralt's mark only frowned. "Alright, uh, you know, my wife said I should start doing lunges to improve my physique. It would be a big step forward."

Another whoop from Eskel, who had decided he would take a shot in celebration, but Mr Mean looked unmoved. Instead, he waved Geralt away. "Piss off, you're embarrassing yourself."

Geralt scowled and turned away. "Fine, hope the rest of your day is as pleasant as you are."

Lambert, Ciri, Eskel and Zoltan cheered in delight. They called the game after that. Lambert supported Eskel on the way out, and Geralt gave Zoltan a piggyback while they sang the Temerian national anthem ironically.

The hangovers in the morning would be monumental. Lambert already had his dance tracks queued up for a 6am wake up call.

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kantrips · 3 years ago

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Alistair & Celia Headcanon Collection

Some Amell x Alistair (largely fluff) headcanons! Includes some from Origins, Warden time at Amaranthine and the Inquisition-era. Some of these I have had since my first playthrough, but others I may have read elsewhere, loved and thusly absorbed so please let me know if I can link anyone!

Origins

The first time they meet at Ostagar, Celia thinks Alistair is the most fascinating person she has ever encountered because no one in the Circle had a particularly boisterous sense of humour. Alistair is oblivious to her heart eyes, and also holds back because he’s worried she won’t survive the Joining.

Even after the Joining, Alistair tries very hard not to ~feel feelings~ despite the clear signals Celia is hurling at him because he assumes she won’t like him once she gets to know him more/she will get bored of him/ she will leave like everyone else i.e. the boy is hecking damaged.

Celia laughs obnoxiously hard at all Alistair’s jokes because a) she finds them unexpected, and b) because, like a dork, she wants to prove she gets the punch line. Alistair is perplexed by her reactions at first, and cautiously wonders if she is mocking him. Once he realises she is genuinely amused, it bolsters his ego significantly.

Celia has no concept of personal space and sits and walks very close to everyone. There wasn’t a lot of room at the Circle so she forgets she can spread out. Morrigan makes it clear she needs to back off (Celia doesn’t need telling twice) but Alistair is more relaxed and gets used to it quickly after the confusion of the first night when she blithely sets up her bedroll right next to his. Alistair assumes she is a bit scared of sleeping in the forest but really she is just accustomed to the need to cram as many apprentice bunks into a room as possible.

In a way, Alistair is also used to sharing small spaces (Chantry and Wardens) so it doesn’t bother him at all when Celia chooses to sit pressed against his side, walks so their arms bump together, or unconsciously brushes an eyelash from his cheek. He quickly grows to like her overfamiliarity (for some reason…).

Similarly, Alistair eats Celia’s leftover food if she can’t finish it or doesn’t like it, even before they’re a couple. She just offers one day and after that it becomes a given. The others side-eye them but they are happily oblivious.

Celia gets in trouble from the rest of the party for getting distracted yelling encouragement and cheering Alistair during combat. In turn, Alistair gets in trouble for turning around mid-battle to thank her when she buffs or heals him. Morrigan advises that if they are both so determined to get killed, she is more than happy to assist with hastening the process.

Celia’s mabari, Trevor, is quickly accepting of Alistair and his proximity to Celia because he observes Alistair protecting Celia in battle and thusly deems him to be a ‘good dog’ and considers that they are equals in the pack.

Alistair and Celia vandalise each other’s wanted posters whenever they come across them. It gets competitive.

Celia doesn’t really want to be in charge of saving the world but has three things working in her favour: 1) she absolutely hates letting people down 2) has an intense need to finish what she starts 3) she is in possession of a bossy streak.

That said she spends the entire Blight screaming internally to an extent not even Alistair fully grasps.

They go to the Circle Tower first, because Celia thinks she will have the best chance of getting help from people she knows and is also ‘homesick’ in the sense that she is very glad to be free of the place, but stressed enough with everything going on to crave something familiar even if she resents it. The events there devastate her. Along with the loss of friends and mentors she has known since childhood, being trapped by herself in the fade particularly terrifies her as she has never truly been alone for so long before in her life. It reminds her of the Harowing which totally blindsided her. She is very teary, untalkative and introspective for some time afterwards, but both Trevor and Alistair have the correct instinct to stay close without trying to interact with her which she finds incredibly comforting.

Accustomed to making potions, Celia will not under any circumstances deviate from a recipe while cooking, whereas Alistair just chucks everything in to use up leftovers and see what happens. Alistair gets meals together super quickly whereas Celia takes forever. A little unfairly, Celia is perceived as the better cook because she produces very consistent meals, while Alistair’s experiments sometimes do work, and sometimes don’t, with people tending to focus on the disasters rather than the successes. Meanwhile Celia is rather: “should I add half a sprig of rosemary? No I mustn’t: it would be far too daring!” so everyone learns to tip their own seasonings into their bowl before even tasting her food.

When they’re travelling and walking for days on end, Alistair and Celia make up a lot of games in the vein of ‘I spy’ and ‘would you rather?’ They can occasionally persuade others to participate though no one enjoys them or gets quite as invested as Celia and Alistair (who are actual children).

A game stops abruptly one day when Celia guilelessly asks if Alistair would rather be Emperor of Orlais or King of Fereldan and he gets extremely defensive and answers, “Neither.” Having no context for this reaction (yet), Celia (a stickler for the rules) pushes him, insisting his answer isn’t allowed and that he’s cheating until Alistair gets grouchy, stomps off and refuses to play anything for days.

Celia figures he must be overtired, but his unhappy reaction does come back to her later at the Landsmeet and contributes to her already firm resolve not to put him on the throne.

When bored, Alistair also periodically asks Celia to, “Do a trick!” with her magic and she usually obliges with something small and silly which Wynne always scolds them for (but they continue to do anyway).

Celia does not like Eamon one bit and makes it clear from their first meeting. Alistair actually gets a bit annoyed at her because she is polite to 99% of the other people they meet and he can’t understand what her problem is. Celia won’t say because she doesn’t want to drive Alistair away so she remains coldly civil towards Eamon and commences a long, looong process of nudging Alistair towards having the realisation himself that a) Eamon is manipulative, selfish and cruel and b) Alistair deserves better.

Celia wants to collect some of the books they find which is not practical given they are constantly travelling, but Alistair carries as many as he can in his pack and suffers in silence for it, ultimately finding it worth it for her enthusiastic gratitude.

Celia cuts Alistair’s hair and does a very respectable job after weeks of him complaining it’s flopping in his eyes (they used to cut each other’s hair in the Circle). Zevran pretends she did an awful job, gasping in horror at Alistair’s appearance, much to Celia’s ire. Alistair (internally weeping) tries to be brave until he can check his reflection in some plate mail and see it is fine.

Celia is very naïve about how the ‘real world’ works having been at the Circle since she was a child. This is especially evident in Denerim and Alistair has to explain how money works and grab her before she wanders down dicey looking alleyways.

Alistair nearly dissolves into a paroxysm of agony when he points out his favourite type of cheese at the Denerim Markets and (accustomed to the very limited range of bland foods provided at the Circle) Celia innocently asks, “There is more than one type of cheese?” Alistair makes it his mission to educate her. She doesn’t like most of what he feeds her but doesn’t say so to protect his feelings given he seems to take the matter so incredibly personally.

Leliana convinces Celia to sing one evening at the campfire. She’s breathy with a very limited range but manages okay, and Leliana plays and harmonises in support. Watching on with a goofy smile plastered over his face, Alistair comments to the surrounding companions about how talented she is and they’re like “…she’s really not mate.”

When they both wake up from a blightmare (or Celia has one and wakes Alistair with her flailing) they sneak about and eat anything they can find then sit up and have massive deep & meaningfuls (i.e. in the spirit of going for a long drive with a friend or being in the garden with someone outside a party and spilling your guts). Eventually they start blaming the depleted food stores on Leliana’s nug, Schmooples, much to Leliana’s displeasure.

Given Celia usually responds so well to his jokes, Alistair gets a bit peeved when Celia starts replying to some of his more severely self-deprecating humour with an unamused, “No you’re not,” or, “That’s not true.” He defensively argues it’s just a joke, but he does stop doing it so much as time goes on.

Celia is SO excited when Alistair gives her the rose. She never in her life thought she would be the recipient of a proper ~romantic gesture~…however she accidentally sits on the rose about five minutes after she gets it. Celia is devastated. There is a lot of panic and tears and she keeps one petal pressed in a book but has to unceremoniously ditch the rest in secret.

Celia doesn’t tell Alistair about this until years later and she’s terrified he’ll be hurt but he just laughs because he was so worried he was going to be the one to squash it and then she destroyed it basically the minute she got it. Alistair acknowledges it was an impractical gift given their situation. Celia gets mad and says it was a PERFECT gift and is annoyed at how funny he finds it given this has been a crushing, guilty secret hanging over her for years.

Following this, every time Alistair gives her any kind of gift, he can’t help but throw in a ‘Don’t sit on it!” and cracks himself up, especially when Celia gets grumpy about it and accuses him of spoiling the moment. It happens so often that when Alistair chooses a horse for her and plans to teach her to ride, Celia manages to cut him off with, “Yes, I know Alistair: I can sit on this one,” and steals his thunder.

Alistair periodically says Celia’s name just to check if she’ll answer, especially after a long period of quiet or to see if she’s awake à la screaming in the chantry because it’s so silent. When she responds he says, “Nothing” or “Never mind” but he finds it vaguely comforting just to hear her reply and it’s a habit he never loses, even when they have been together for years and he is much less isolated generally. Alistair doesn’t realise he’s doing it, and it never happens frequently enough for Celia to notice: she just assumes he has lost his train of thought.

They sometimes conspire to purposely fall to the back of the group while on the road so that they can hold hands. Everyone knows full well what they are doing, but Alistair and Celia think they are being incredibly ~sneaky~.

The first time they sleep together they laugh. A lot. Before, during and after.

Alistair snores loudly but only when he’s on his back. Celia is used to the noise of people sleeping around her at the Circle so it doesn’t bother her and she doesn’t want to disturb him because she knows he needs the rest.

When they are known to be sharing a tent however, their companions will slap on the walls of it and demand she kick him until he stops snoring. Celia will relent and gently prod and nudge Alistair until he rolls over with a bit of sleepy grumbling.

I think everyone has this headcanon to the point it is basically actual canon HOWEVER I am legally obligated to include it: Alistair is a professional body heat distributor and Celia drastically cuts down on the number of blankets she uses once they are sleeping together. If she stands in front of him on cold days, he understands the non-verbal signal and will automatically wrap her in his cloak.

Also might as well be canon: Alistair likes to be the little spoon. He doesn’t say, but Celia knows.

Decidedly not a fluff one (you can skip to Amaranthine to avoid) but the ritual with Morrigan fairly significantly messes Alistair up (both the act itself and his consideration of the repercussions i.e. Kieran). He’s jubilant and relieved at their victory over the Archdemon, but in the background struggles to process and there is some fallout once the victory celebrations lull and he has time to fully register what happened. Alistair grapples with a lot of guilt, disgust and confusion. He doesn’t know how to express it or where to direct his emotions so it mainly manifests as self-loathing. He wants to talk to Celia about it but can’t articulate his feelings which makes him feel worse.

Celia tries to comfort him, but he needs space on and off for a long while after and she gives him it. She feels a lot of guilt too, and never stops wondering how much it was actually his choice to do the ritual, worrying that she made him feel like he had to do it. Eventually they discuss it openly and honestly, which eases both of their minds somewhat, but it takes a long time to get to a point where they can talk on the subject. Meeting Kieran at Skyhold also helps Alistair down the line, though it’s obviously painful.

Amaranthine & Inquisition

Alistair keeps an eye out for people struggling, especially new recruits who are having trouble fitting in. He takes them under his wing and is very good at building people up and making sure everyone is included. He’ll just start enthusiastically greeting people like they are his best friend and squeezing himself onto the bench next to them at meals until everyone else follows suit.

For recruits that don’t respond well to his ‘mother hen’ type attention, Celia is good at assigning tasks that specifically highlight their strengths and builds their confidence/sense of purpose which also gains them the respect of their peers.

Alistair has been known to stand behind Celia while she is giving mundane orders/making speeches and pull faces or impersonate her, turning stony and impassive when she spins around accusingly because people are laughing.

But if anyone else talks smack about her he gets very, “Sorry mate, just to clarify was that comment directed at my wife, your Commander, the hERO OF FERELDAN, VANQUISHER OF AN ARCHDEMON!? That’s lucky, I didn’t THINK IT LIKELY. Because that wouldn’t be WISE, would it now?” etc. with some loud, fake laughter and firm backslapping for the worst offenders.

The plan for them to part ways so that Celia can search for a cure goes very badly, especially because Celia (under a lot of stress and not coping™) eventually devolves into, “I’m in charge and I say so,” which is a big betrayal of their agreements both to stay together, and make decisions together on equal footing. She realises this and takes it back but Alistair is demoralised and gives in with a bit of petty, sarcastic reverence e.g. saluting and, “Whatever you say boss, don’t know why I dared to utter an opinion how foolish of me...” so they still part on slightly strained terms, even after later mutually apologising and trying to make the most of their time together before they go.

Both regret the argument during their separation and write horribly soppy letters to each other, but something still feels uncomfortably unresolved until they are together again. They pine. So much. It’s disgusting and cliched. There is considerable sighing and staring at the moon or deep into tankards, very much to the ire of those around them. Alistair can be particularly annoying: “This roll reminds me of my wife...she eats bread sometimes...”

After Celia sends the letter to the Inquisitor, she writes to Leliana directly along the lines of, “I know it was incredibly subtle but I wanted to check: did they get the message? That I will destroy them if Alistair gets hurt?” and Leliana replies in the vein of, “Hon, it wasn’t even remotely subtle ffs…”

When reunited, though ecstatic and nearly delirious with joy and relief, it takes a while to rebuild the trust they once had, especially for Alistair. There’s an unfamiliar awkwardness that flares up unexpectedly, but it doesn’t last and they’re both fully committed to each other and to staying together permanently this time.

Celia and Alistair have a conversation recapping everything that happened while they were apart in which Celia is all, “Poor Hawke. Honestly I’m shocked you didn’t do something obscenely idiotic like try and sacrifice yourself thank the Maker for that…” and Alistair is there, nervously sweating, looking for an exit, loosening his collar etc.

As they settle back into their old routines Alistair will occasionally blurt out things like, “I really like having breakfast with you,” and then berate himself internally for how trite that sounds but Celia replies on cue, “I love waking up next to you and the way you groan when you stretch your back out and the way you check your hair twice before you leave the room and the way you complain if I don’t eat my crusts and the way you still hold my hand when we’re walking...” and basically they’re just blissfully happy being comfortably domestic and even as they get older they are forever just teenagers in love.

The Wardens at Amaranthine acquire/receive a griffon egg and the hatchling imprints on Alistair and decides he is their mother. It can’t cope with separation, crying constantly if Alistair goes out of sight, and won’t let anyone else feed or handle it so Alistair carries them in a sling 24/7. He gets to give orders and run training sessions with the tiny griffon occasionally poking its head out just to glare at everyone.

Whenever the baby griffon squeaks, Alistair automatically replies, “Well said,” or “Excellent point, Ser Beaksly” with a totally straight face.

For the first few months, Celia gets nipped or scratched if she approaches Alistair unless he wraps the griffon up. It so badly wants to fight her. Celia is permitted to sleep in her own bed, as long as the griffon sleeps curled on Alistair’s chest and Celia doesn't try anything outrageous like touching her husband even fleetingly. It gets a little frustrating as the months drag on, but the image of Alistair with the sling over his armour, or with the griffon snuggling possessively around his neck staring daggers at everyone, is so entertaining that Celia can’t get truly annoyed about it. As the griffon gets older it does learn to tolerate other people and becomes more independent but remains very protective of Alistair and favours him above all others. Insert the ‘Ah yes. Me. My husband. And his thousand pound murder-bird-cat child’ meme here.

Modern AU Bonus Round

They share headphones while commuting.

They occasionally end up wearing sort of matching outfits, mostly unintentionally.

They consistently refer to their dog, Trevor, as their son to the point that people who aren’t familiar with them assume that they actually have a child.

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Dream SMP characters and my interpretation of them:

-Techno: The smell of Dirt and soil,blood,wine and old books. Silk pillowcases,golden jewelry,mosaics,stained fingertips, grand staircases,scented candles,storyteller,lazy smiles, secretive,slow dancing,sad resting face,elegant language,cold weather,confident,doubts himself,philosophy, messy braids,glowdust flakes, poetry,graceful movements,neat and cursive handwriting, greek mythology, oriental music,pale skin,libraries,sarcasm, long-lasting friendships,quotes,frosted windows,layering clothes, know-it-all,rude but endearing,pile of papers,cherry blossoms,muted colors,overthinks everything,devotion,logical thinking,insomniac,scattered mind,castle walls,laid back,tired eyes,long debates,show over tell,lingering touches,rulebreaker, dirty palms,old movies freezing feet,old habits,late nights studying,early riser,skips meals,eye bags,tea with milk,velvet jackets,dimly lit by streetlights,ancient wood floors,flowy curtains,art museums, gravely morning voice,echos in the middle of nowhere,sleepy whispers,nostalgia everywhere,red lipstick stains,loves animal more than people,calm and quiet, healing stones,parked car conversations,sharp jaw,obsessed with memes,violins,doves, doves,floats instead of walks,unbroken promises,twisting and winding hair around fingers,nail biting, repeating phrases,mist secret scars,rumors,always wearing earphones,metaphorical, emotions fragile as a flower, speaks with his eyes,fluttery eyelashes,dog lover,forehead kisses,calligraphy,pretty knives,cares too much,lopsided grins,messy desks,talks for hours no,rolling his eyes all the time,powerful strides,wants to conquer the world,slender hands,good grades, dusty book covers,wax stamped envelopes,vintage mirrors

-Phil: The smell of cold air,pine trees and sandalwood.Dead birds and mothballs,stops on the sidewalk to make sure nobody is left behind,morning person,herbal teas,crows,eats breakfast outside,constellations,family portraits on walls, chirping and whistling,crime documentaries,cool father figure, graveyards,weeping angels,meteor shower,many friends but only a single close one,contagious laugh,fragile teacups,fog, early mornings,fuzzy blankets,springs of thyme,bare feet, empty streets,rosemary stems,flickering lanterns,burnt wood bowls,feather collector,antique silverware,a sky full of stars, skylights,torn pages,overstuffed bookshelves,makes you feel comfortable whenever you talk to him,organized,full of ideas, believes in magic,gives the best advice,lost in his own way, warm hugs,scrapbooks and bullet journals,old cars,soft features,daydreaming,bright eyes,getting lost in the woods,moonlight,self knitted sweaters, stargazing on tailgates,the universe,hand in hand with wandering hearts, garage sales,questioning life but feeling at peace,attic bedrooms and haylofts,pursuing science and desiring art, photo albums,hopeless romantic,dark chocolate,open windows and quirky morning rituals,actually knows what brunch is, succulents,a kind-hearted loner,free-spirit,plaid button-ups, always ready to let you rant,abandons projects quickly, complicated past,bold moves,goes with the flow,aims for things that seem unachievable,lives in extremes,knowing smiles,constantly busy with something new,soft touches,love at first sight,naps alot,subsequent tea stains,sparkly eyes, abandoned barns,handwritten notes,feather quills,fascination with the sky,whispering secrets to the wind,great with kids, takes a backpack everywhere,hugs trees,big winter coats,road trips,knows tons of medical info,bites his nails,comforting presence,lost souls,city lights from a high rise

-Wilbur: The smell of fire,smoke,caramel and coffee. Stands up for people who can't for themselves,emotional wreck,loves his family too much but still yells at them,soft turtlenecks,sits in different spots every time he eats dinner,chipped nailpolish, songwriter,probably depressed,wakes up in the middle of the night to write down random thoughts,heartbroken teenager songs,dark psychology and deep meanings,globes and maps, wants to travel and make lots of memories,curls of steam, earbuds in,spattered ink,good singer,keeps to himself,old music and dusty vinyl,the type of person that you could stare at for hours,loud laugh,ride or die,dreams about his future, believes in fresh starts and new beginnings, messy and tangled hair,summer nights,soft features,deep thinker and dimples, having crushes,musicals and theater, half finished diaries and laptop stickers,mixtapes,quirky love notes, secretly kinda insane,always ready for coffee,thrift shops, beachy waves, bonfires,probably drives too fast,cutoff jeans, cream and sugar,nude colors,always creating new problems for himself, fights for equality,long debates and tired eyes, tapping a rhythm and humming quietly,spends all his time on social media,beanie galore,trench coats,foggy glasses,cozy sweaters, dancing around his room to the Beatles,looking out the window when the sun is setting,birkenstocks,guitar strumming on a warm summer evening,bells and chimes,subtle sadness, the feeling of diving into a deep pool,perfect proportions,too many playlists,holding hands,pretty boy,sew on patches and bomber jackets,candid photos,warm sun on bare skin,dancing silhouettes on the sunsets,beach walks at midnight,messy but cozy room,different mood every minute,singing his favorite song at the top of his lungs,sharp grins,haunted houses, paranormal stuff,late night snack runs with friends,explores creeks and lakes,double checks everything he does,walking through hot sand,backyard campfires,acoustic songs,photo booths,train platforms at night,s'mores,sun bleached arbors

-Tommy: The smell of plastic,fresh cut grass and musk. Does the bare minimum at School,unless genuinely interested in a topic,doodles on the side of his paper,movie marathons,empty coca cola bottles everywhere,rope swings,glossy nailpolish,lots of energy,life of the party, kidcore ,can always make you laugh,loves photography,eyestrain and bright colors,bruised knees and untied shoelaces,paperballs in class,brand new red converse,denim jackets,pins and clips,chalk drawings in the middle of the road,every text contains emojis, garden sprinklers,graffiti,wreck this journal,vibrant dyed hair, scribbles and highlighter pens,carnivals,involed in many things, watermelon flavored anything,loves to climb trees,screaming on playgrounds,oversized t-shirts,stained glass windows, anklets,skateboards and hula hoops,milkshakes on the front porch,social butterfly,always in a hurry,pinkie promises,tangled headphones,melted crayons and gummy bears,bean bags and hummingbirds,spinning around till he gets dizzy,chaotic and crazy yet so fun to be around,rushing into things too quickly, roller coasters and derbies,doesn't get knocked back by criticism,cans of fizzy drinks and neon lights,skips school,tye dye shirts and nitendo games,impulse and class clown,sticks stickers on stranger's things,pickpockets his close friends,has to carry a walkie-talkie around with him at all times,sleepovers and sneaking out through windows,pockets full of change and random buttons,stands out in crowds and makes friends easily, pretends to be fearless but is scared of the littlest things,trips and rips his jeans daily,uno cards,social butterfly,music discs, fights with his family but would actually kill for them,broken handwriting,flannels and jerseys around his waist

-Tubbo: The smell of honey,fresh bread and citrus. Lowkey soft, hugging a teddy bear,pressed flowers,eats alot of bread,big hoodies,fairy lights and blanket forts,prank calls while holding in your laughter,beeswax candles,sidewalk dandelions,gentle cuddles on the couch,pastel yellow and cute doodles,flower crowns and diasy chains,plays the ukulele,fascinated by bees and supports local coffee shops,outdoorsy sunshine addict, sparklers and iced lemonade,festivals with fireworks and fireflies in mason jars,homework done as soon as its assigned, watercolor paintings,giggling uncontrollably,long hugs and lazy cartoon afternoons,park dates and forehead kisses,cutting pants into shorts,messy wild hair and pear lollipops,has tiny random braids decorated with golden yarn,hearing the crinkle of leaves underfoot,suprise piggy back rides,adult swim shows and lip gloss stains,being goofy without meaning to,bounces in his step and stops to pet stray animals,baked bread and washi tape bracelets,bike rides and summer picnics,rolling down a hill in the spring and bringing home grass stains on his jeans, waving at someone across a crowded room,spontaneous hang outs and self made clay rings,sitting in the warm sunlit grass on early spring mornings,rock painting and hiding them for other people to find,picking apples from trees but needing to be held up in order to reach one

-Ranboo: The smell of peppermint tea,denim and rain. Is there for everyone but never themselves,regrets things they said but can never find the nerves to apologize,clumps of mascara and winged eyeliner,writes down every tiny thing in notebooks, loves children and their friends,forgetting that they already grabbed a waterbottle,drawing on condensation windows,rainy days and puddles,always on the edge of a breakdown,elevator music and long limbs,old tape recordings and cassettes,moss covered ruins and greenhouses,wanting to be in multiple places at the same time,different colored socks,long hugs and head pats,reading under the covers,collages and spray paint,record players and walks alone through the woods,loves playing by creeks and collecting stones,always wondering and worrying about things they shouldn't,vivid dreams and leather jackets, silver necklaces and piercings,snoozing their alarm clock, seeing the moon in the early morning,blurry photographs and windswept hair,downpours and comfortable silence,wrapping gifts and handing them over with shaking hands,sitting on a rooftop and spontaneous plans,lofi sounds and long train roads,deja vu moments,randomly dissapears and sipping tea, cold concrete and city parks,tickets and brochures from places they visited,dusty parchment and desperately trying to be a good person,wikipedia articles and lace-up boots,often loses track of time while talking to people they love,sings to the radio and avoids conflict if possible,can't sit still for five minutes, perpetually in an emo phase and knows more than they let on, hawaiian shirts,henna tattoos and sparkling water,sleeping in complete darkness and the relief of falling into bed,midnight thunderstorms and anticipation for the coming day,lucky charms and the sound of rain hitting the windows

-Dream: The smell of apples,eucalyptus,vanilla and green tea. Freckles and smiley faces,glow sticks and wrinkled linen, probably a really good singer,wild laughter and jellyfish, popular,tanned skin and cruising with the top down,doesn't take shit from anyone,analytical and self assured,beachy waves and dreamy sunsets,running barefoot,likes being active and on the go at all times,sassy and dramatic as fuck,dream catchers and hammocks,glow in the dark stickers on his phonecase, feisty and a sense of danger,brought home stray cats when he was a child,falling in love with strangers,waking up early and continue laying on the bed,golden hours and 4pm naps,soft aching hands burried in messy hair,center of attention,static and heavy breathing,old percy jackson books under the bed, throwing pebbles at the closed windows of his friends' room, retro diners at 2am,adrenaline junkie and nighttime thriver,will go insane if cooped up indoors for too long,deadlines till last minute,oversleeping and coming home past midnight,naturally a really good surfer,hugs from behind and neck kisses,checking the fridge at 1am,ice cream in bed and cat cuddles,always picks up over facetime

Might make more parts for some of the other guys :)

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weekendmagsocial The Diana we’re desperate to meet. The return of The Crown [...]

*Spoilers Alert*

The Diana we’re desperate to meet. The return of The Crown will feature assassinations, avalanches and the tension between the Queen and Mrs T. But the most anticipated entrance has to be Diana’s. Today Weekend tells how they’ve captured her charisma

[...] The upcoming fourth season will take Diana from her early days as a shy kindergarten teaching assistant to a fairytale princess and an iconic global figure, as well as explore the early days of her disastrous marriage to Prince Charles.Her entrance comes when it returns to our screens in November or December, almost exactly 40 years after Nigel Dempster revealed in the Daily Mail in 1980 that Charles had found his ‘future bride’, having transferred his attention to Diana Spencer from her older sister Sarah.

Like Diana at the time, the actress playing her in The Crown is also a young unknown. Emma Corrin, 24, is a privately educated Cambridge graduate, who didn’t go to drama school.

By coincidence she’s originally from Sevenoaks in Kent, where Diana went to West Heath School from the age of 12 to 16.

Aware of how challenging the role would be for any actress, the producers started their search with a desperate call for ‘a mesmerising new young star with extraordinary range.’

The brief added, ominously: ‘She has to play charming comedy, flirt and social exhibitionist on the world stage, desperate and lonely self-harmer at her lowest ebb and the kind of psychological intensity of Mia Farrow in Rosemary’s Baby.’

It would obviously be helpful too if she resembled Diana, and in some of the new scenes, as the kindergarten teaching assistant, and wearing a pink polka-dot dress on her 1983 tour of Australia, the likeness is uncanny.

Emma’s co-star Josh O’Connor, who plays Prince Charles, agrees, saying it was ‘spooky’ how much of a ‘breathtaking spitting image’ of Diana she was.

But Emma says she has never been told she looks like Princess Diana before – although strangely her mother, who works as a speech therapist, has been! ‘I have never had that,’ she adds. ‘I get told I look like a young Jodie Foster.’

Emma spent more than two hours a day in the make-up chair to achieve the Diana look, accentuating her doe eyes, and with several wigs re-creating the journey from ingénue to one of the most stylish women in the world.

Amazingly, she was still working hard for her final exams at Cambridge when she went through the auditions for The Crown.

‘They actually offered me the part in person,’ she says of her last audition. ‘It felt like I’d just been proposed to; it was the best moment of my life. There’s a lot of pressure, but I’ve been glued to the show since the first episode and to think I’m now joining this incredibly talented acting family is just surreal.’

Peter Morgan, the creator, writer and producer of The Crown, has complete confidence in her. ‘Emma is a brilliant talent who immediately captivated us when she came in for the part.

'As well as having the innocence and beauty of a young Diana, she also has, in abundance, the range and complexity to portray an extraordinary woman who went from an anonymous teenager to the most iconic woman of her generation.’

Like all the cast in this heavily researched production, she was given a large bundle of written material and documentaries to watch, and she spent hours on perfecting the princess’s distinctive high voice with a vocal coach and learning how to re-create her particular habit of glancing up from under her fringe, as well as her graceful way of moving.

It’s not an impression, I’m going for essence - Emma Corrin, who plays Diana ‘Something they have been making clear from the start is that this is not an impression,’ says Emma.

‘I am going for essence. Any movement and voice work we have done has been figuring out why she talks the way she does, and how she was a massive departure from the Royal Family, a bit like Meghan is now I guess, by bringing something different in the way she talks.’

Season four brings back memories of naive young Diana, with a re-creation of that first photo, at the Pimlico nursery school where she worked, which showed her holding two of her charges while the sun shone through her skirt, revealing her shapely legs.

And it follows how she becomes hardened into a mature but troubled woman who is the toast of America.

The retelling of the royal romance starts with a traumatic event: the assassination of Charles’s beloved great uncle Lord Mountbatten (Charles Dance) who was killed, along with a grandson, a local boy and his son-in-law’s mother, by an IRA bomb hidden on his boat in Ireland in 1979.

Diana recalled how she’d watched Charles at the funeral on TV and when she saw him ten months later – the families were friends – she told him: ‘You must be so lonely? You know, it’s ghastly. You need someone beside you.’ He quickly decided he was in love.

Diana was turning 19 when she got together with Charles. He was 31. After 13 dates they were engaged. The rehearsal of their 1981 wedding at St Paul’s has been filmed in Winchester Cathedral with Emma wearing a replica of the blue floral dress Diana sported before the big day.

A later scene shows the joyful day when Diana, pregnant with Harry – with Emma sporting a fake baby bump – enjoyed an Easter Egg hunt at Buckingham Palace, chasing toddler William in the gardens.

The new episodes also focus on key moments – and key looks – from 1989, three years after Charles is thought to have resumed his affair with Camilla.

In one scene Emma is seen outside The Savoy hotel in London, re-creating Diana’s appearance at the Barnardo’s Champion Awards.

Emma wears a floral one-shoulder dress, reflecting one of Diana’s favourite silhouettes – a style which suited her immensely but which the Establishment is said to have hated, deeming it ‘not royal’.

Having played Charles so sensitively in season three, Josh O’Connor, 30, says the heir to the throne will be portrayed in a harsher light this time. ‘Well, it’s the Diana years,’ he says.

‘If series three was to make people feel empathy for him, I guess we’re going to pull the rug from under him. We all have a set position on the dynamic between Diana and Charles. It’s been great to have the ability to either fight against that or, at times, acknowledge it and to challenge any question of, “Did he ever love her?” Personally, I think he must have done.

'There’s a wealth of layers to Charles and Diana, and I have loved seeking that out.

'I think Diana wasn’t completely innocent – I’m talking fictionally, in our story – so there are ups and downs. There’s the difficulty with Camilla and the whole family, so it’s going to be, hopefully, an interesting arc.’

Josh says they all enjoyed delving into an era which is so crucial to the modern Royal Family. ‘Everything changed when Diana came onto the scene,’ he says.

‘I think she changed the game, and modernised them, and made them relevant again.’

Also returning are Emerald Fennell as Camilla and Erin Doherty as feisty Princess Anne.

The real Anne revealed recently that she’d watched early episodes of the show, which she found ‘quite interesting’.

Peter Morgan says, ‘So many people asked me, after she first appeared, to put more of her in there.

Anne’s often overlooked. But Erin’s portrayal means that everybody has fallen in love with her. I read that searches about her on Google went through the roof, she’s now one of the most popular royals.’

Prince Andrew’s romantic life is set to come under the spotlight too. His most famous affair was with actress Koo Stark, who is said to have threatened to sue producers if the portrayal of her is negative, while the period covered in this series also sees him marry Sarah Ferguson.

Meanwhile, Edward is seen growing up and going to university.

There was a rush to finish filming before lockdown was announced.

It meant one key scene of an avalanche had to be moved from the Pyrenees to Ben Nevis.

The incident is likely to be a re-creation of the fatal moments in 1988 when a skiing party including Charles was caught in an avalanche in Klosters.

Major Hugh Lindsay, a former equerry to the Queen, was killed and Charles was seen weeping as he was helicoptered off the slopes.

The bizarre affair when Michael Fagan broke into the Queen’s bedroom in Buckingham Palace in 1982 will also feature in this run, but the 1987 It’s A Royal Knockout embarrassment, when the lesser royals dressed in medieval garb to play games for charity, is mercifully absent.

Once this series is over, an older cast are preparing to take the lead roles, with Imelda Staunton as the Queen and Lesley Manville as Princess Margaret.

They are due to start filming next year, and die-hard fans will be cheered by Peter Morgan’s recent change of heart, when he announced in July that there will be a sixth series to come.

The Crown will return to Netflix later this year.

- Source: Daily Mail August 14, 2020

*It has just been announced that Jonathan Pryce will portray Prince Philip in season 5 and 6.

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lskamil27 · 7 months ago

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[ WEEPING ROSEMARY ] ✦ TAA-DAHH! It's been a year since the demo first came out, and since the full game is still in the making...

To celebrate the year, I decided to give the sacrificial offering of my senior thesis PDF of 55 pages of game progress / art / characters !!

If you want to download, here is the [ link ] !!

And because people on twitter voted on it, below will be some of progress that has been made towards the final & such:

Will give a heads up, that some things are censored out & hidden, either through color or black silhouettes! As well as not ALL progression being shown here. This is so not everything is spoiled to you all, so when the full game is released, the gameplay is not ruined.

Character ✦ Progress

Map ✦ Progress

Assets / UI & CG ✦ Progress

Writing ✦ Progress

With now everything shown, I hope you guys enjoy and have lots of fun with what I've shown!

Progress has been slow for me the past three months since I've recently taken up a new job that I'm starting to finally settle myself into, so hoping that means more days of productivity!!

I don't know the date of when I'll be able to release the full game, but I want to say thank you to everyone who have been so patient and kind! I'll be doing my best!!

#weeping rosemary the game #my art #illustration #horror #ophelia burrows #pixel art #rpgmaker #game dev #tw fake blood #original characters #wip #happy anniversary!!#also... the way im staring at the one ask where i was like “oh it shouldnt take me too long!” okay.... liar i see you ( its me )#im cackling #we ( me ) gotta lock in!! we got this!!

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glenngaylord · 4 years ago

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OUTFEST 2020 FILM REVIEWS: The Rest Of The Fest

As the curtain closes on another Outfest, this one presented under extremely unusual circumstances, I sit in awe of the filmmakers and of the staff who put together not only a great group of films, but managed to creatively bring them to its audience online and at drive-in screenings. Typically, you find yourself having to choose one film over several others, but with this new format, you have a great chance of seeing everything you want. In past years, I found myself lucky if I saw 15 films. This year I saw 23 features and 4 shorts programs out of the 160 on the schedule.

As it’s impossible to get full reviews submitted for everything while the festival is still chugging along, I wanted to write capsules of the remaining films not covered at TheQueerReview.com . Please visit the website for all the other reviews I wrote as well as those by my colleagues.

THE OBITUARY OF TUNDE JOHNSON ★★★★★

Melding a Groundhog Day-style concept with police violence against black people, this stunning film could not be more prescient and emotionally overpowering. A black gay teenager relives his moment of murder over and over again, with slight shifts in the narrative taking us to someplace unexpected and earned. Director Ali LeRoi directs his first feature as if he’s been doing it all of his life and has interpreted Stanley Kalu’s ingenious script with a great cinematic approach. Gorgeously framed, beautifully acted, written, and directed, this is one of the most powerful films of 2020.

TWO EYES ★★★★★

I can’t form sentences here so I’m gonna vomit out words: Instant classic. Glorious. Set over three centuries seamlessly melding a triptych of stories about gender identity. I’m a blubbering mess. Fantastic and very funny last line. Travis Fine is a very gifted filmmaker who screams love child of Terrence Malick and Kelly Reichardt. Heartbreaking. Inspiring. Unforgettable. Montana is so beautiful. Barstow is not. A perfect film for anyone who wants to find their place in the world. I wouldn’t complain if TUNDE and TWO EYES both received Best Picture Oscar nominations.

DRAMARAMA ★★★★

Theater nerds rule in this incredibly endearing, early 90s set film about a group of high schoolers discovering themselves in one night at a ridiculous Murder Mystery-themed party. Hilarious script, vivid and wonderful performances, and the opposite of a “Coming Out” movie in the best possible way. Jonathan Wysocki has given us The Breakfast Club for air-kissing, mid-Atlantic accented freaks and geeks.

CICADA ★★★★

What happens when a traumatized, bisexual man who has more sex partners than any standard montage can contain slows things down to concentrate on one kind but also traumatized young man? This elliptically told film has a fun, flirty side but carries its heaviness with great ease. A terrific feature debut for director/writer/editor/lead actor Matthew Fifer.

THE STRONG ONES (LOS FUERTES) ★★★★

From Chile comes this sexy, moving story of two men at cross purposes who form a beautiful bond. Set against some stunning scenery and mining the chemistry between its two leads for everything it has, I am half-jokingly calling it Brokeback Andes. It’s so much more than that trite, hackneyed comparison.

MONSOON ★★★1/2

Director Hong Khaou’s followup to Lilting sets its sights on modern day Vietnam as Henry Golding’s character visits to find a suitable place to distribute his mother’s ashes. It’s a terrific mediation on a gay man finding a sense of belonging in a place he’s never been and Golding proves himself to be a subtle, compelling actor. Perhaps a little too quiet and reflective, the film makes up for what it lacks in narrative drive with its awe-inspiring cinematography and immersive qualities.

P.S. BURN THIS LETTER PLEASE ★★★★1/2

What an unexpected surprise. Michael Seligman and Jennifer Tiexiera’s documentary about a treasure trove of letters dating back to the 1950s brings us into the world of drag queens from almost 70 years ago. With many of its subjects not only alive but in fine form telling their stories and the dishiest voiceover readings ever to grace a film, I was not only thoroughly entertained, but I didn’t expect to weep like Laura Dern at the end. Oh, this is so so so so good.

MINYAN ★★★★

Eric Steel’s feature debut has its own unique tone and a star making performance by Samuel H. Levine, a spitting image of a young Al Pacino/Sylvester Stallone hybrid. With its 1980s Jewish Brighton Beach backdrop, this powerful yet subtle film about a young man coming to terms with his sexuality as well as his place within his religion, it’s a stunning debut. Ron Rifkin is stellar as Levine’s charming grandfather and Alex Hurt (William Hurt’s son) has his father’s intensity. Fantastic, lived-in production design which feels like its decade without resorting to the usual candy colored tropes and a evocative score makes this a memorable experience. Reminiscent at times of On The Waterfront, this film puts a fresh new spin on a coming of age tale and finds so many moving moments from first sex to an elderly gay couple hiding in plain sight. A must-see.

SHIVA BABY ★★★★

Writer/Director Emma Seligman must have studied Rosemary’s Baby quite a bit with this angsty story set mostly at a memorial service. Rachel Sennott is fantastic as a young lesbian who moves from one cringe-worthy moment to the next in an attempt to avoid as much conflict as possible. The great supporting cast includes Polly Draper, Fred Melamed, Dianna Agron, Molly Gordon, and Jackie Hoffman, all note perfect. Less a comedy and more of an emotional horror story, Seligman knows how to make the best of a cramped space and throw up an endless variety of obstacles. You just want Sennott’s Danielle to get her goddamned bagel with lox and cream cheese, but the fates have something else, something better, in store.

COWBOYS ★★★★

Steve Zahn gives a career best performance in this moving story of a father with mental health issues and his trans son escaping into the Montana wilderness. Sasha Knight makes an impressive debut as Zahn’s son and Jillian Bell expertly walks that fine line between villain and empathetic character. Its comparisons to Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid are not coincidental. Not perfect by any stretch, it may feel fairly conventional, but it’s tackling a vibrant subject matter. Extra points for giving Ann Dowd a role where we don’t hiss at her.

BREAKING FAST ★★★

Solid romcom with a Muslim backdrop, this very tight, deceptively simple script provides just the right amount of sparks between its charming leads, Haaz Sleiman and Michael Cassidy. While structurally not breaking new ground, the entry point into a world we don’t see enough of on screen coupled with food porn for days makes this a fun, funny, goes down easy delight.

ASK ANY BUDDY ★★★1/2

Q: Daddy! Daddy! What were the 70s like down at the Piers in NYC? A: Oh shut up and watch this movie.

An experimental collage of vintage gay porn and archival footage from the disco, pre-AIDS heyday gives this film a mesmerizing, museum installation quality. While technically without a story, you feel like you’ve gone on a journey nonetheless. Would pair well with William Friedkin’s Cruising.

DRY WIND ★★★1/2

Slow cinema meets voyeuristic gay porn in this one of a kind Brazilian exploration an arid small town, a workers’ union crisis, and a man obsessed with the Tom Of Finland drawing come to life who motors into his life. Overlong and a little too obtuse as it goes along, it’s worth watching this Alice In Wonderland takes a quaalude, gets a very hairy back, and has a lot of sex in the dirt.

NO HARD FEELINGS ★★★★

This year’s Teddy Award Winner at the Berlin Film Festival, Faraz Shariat’s film uses its backdrop of a refugee camp in Germany to tell the story of Iranians and Irani-Germans searching for a better life. Its three leads bring a spark and youthful energy to a story with devastating undercurrents. A wrenching glimpse into the emotional effects an oppressive culture has on its people, yet told with a driving pulse.

LILY TOMLIN: THE FILM BEHIND THE SHOW ★★★

A look behind the scenes as Lily Tomlin and wife Jane Wagner workshop their legendary 1980s Broadway show, The Search For Signs Of Intelligent Life In The Universe. It’s great to see these two at the top of their game and get a glimpse of their creative process, but this documentary is almost devoid of incident and feels more like a sweet gift to the fans than a fully realized film.

SHORTS: WHAT A BOY NEEDS ★★★1/2

A mixed bag here of people searching for excitement, I found a couple of gems here nonetheless. Not to take away from the shorts I don’t mention, I want to single out two exceptional films. Ruben Navarro’s Of Hearts And Castles looks great, has a beautiful vibe, and shows us a lovely connection forming right before our eyes. Kiko’s Saints proves highly original as we follow a female Japanese artist on assignment in France become obsessed with a gay couple who have a lot of sex on the beach. Combining animation with fairly explicit sex, I loved seeing the male gaze from a female perspective.

THE CAPOTE TAPES ★★1/2

I love Truman Capote. I grew up at a time when smart authors found themselves on talk shows and were treated like superstars. I’ve read his books and always have been in awe of his ability to be himself. Featuring never-before-heard tapes of Capote’s friends being interviewed by George Plimpton, unfortunately, I don’t think this repetitive documentary gave me anything all that new. It’s still touching at times and for the uninitiated, this is a great overview of his life, but I was watching the clock.

OUT LOUD ★★★1/2

A moving look at the Trans Chorus of Los Angeles as they prepare for their first public performance. With its ticking clock storyline, director Gail Willumsen expertly interweaves storylines of its founder and members. As such, you really learn what’s a stake and what it means to them. I was lucky enough to see the chorus perform David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust a few years ago and basked in the power of its mere existence…and was also ridiculously entertained.

TWILIGHT’S KISS (SUK SUK) ★★★1/2

This quiet charmer form Hong Kong shows us something we almost never get to see on film - two elderly gay men meeting and falling in love. The fact that both have been married to women doesn’t stop them from exploring their feelings. A little to gentle by half, I still was in awe of this rarity.

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finding-fallen-stars · 4 years ago

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YGO Questionnaire Part 2 Electric Boogaloo

So, my gf/bf @howaboutalittlehelpneos tagged me to do this again a... good long while ago, and I had wanted to wait until I'd finished my GX rewatch before trying this again. But ouch oof I accidentally also got through all of 5Ds again before getting to this lol

But the 5Ds rewatch definitely reshaped a lot of my thoughts, so... cracks knuckles. This won't be spoiler free, fair warning~

Favorite Series: ugh the formatting killed my original essay on this but okay GX and 5Ds are pretty tied in my book, now-- I love them equally, but in different ways! GX fulfills my love for subversive coming-of-age stories with a heartwarming, humorous, and also soulcrushing touch, and I love how each season brings a new story and new characters-- it's like reading installments of a novel series, and I think the formatting works wonders for it as a whole. It has some absolutely phenomenal character writing, too-- even the characters I dislike are ones I can appreciate for what they introduce to the story! And honestly, not enough people give the first two seasons of GX the credit it deserves: they're half the charm, really. How are you going to feel the full impact of the heartbreaking content in seasons 3 and 4 if you aren't properly attached to the characters?

But on 5Ds's side of things... it fulfills my love for stories with time loops, found family, human nature, and of course, love and death and how they intertwine. I love how the leading characters are just a bunch of broken kids from broken circumstances who all find a home with each other, and of course, how it highlights class disparity and how fucked up the prison/"justice" systems are. Yea, sure, maybe it underwent executive meddling and all, but I genuinely love it for what it is and I wish more people appreciated it... my only problem with 5Ds is the untwist with Z-ONE and then the ending s m h I adore it overall and I could go off for a long while on it. Overall, these are my two instinctive recommendations for anyone getting into Yugioh!

(look at these boys they're so important) Favorite Protagonist: Oh, believe me, absolutely nothing has changed here-- Yusei Fudo is and always will be my favorite protagonist, and my rewatch only solidified that.

I just... love him so much? He's seen so much hell in his life and carries so much guilt on his shoulders, but he still has room in his heart to believe in others and to believe that anyone can defy fate and find hope even at rock bottom. I love that he's initially introduced as this quiet, brooding figure when he really just turns out to be a huge softie who wears his heart on his sleeve half the time and wants to bring about change for Satellite and its people. Plus I just really love that his greatest flaw is something that would ordinarily be a positive trait-- he's Overly self-sacrificial, to the point where he's basically setting himself on fire to keep others warm, and that's not really framed as something Heroic

Just... he makes me so happy. I have two Yusei charms that I ordinarily keep on my keys (one was a gift from Zenzen) and they're a constant source of serotonin for me. He's Peak comfort character for me. Best protag in my book Favorite Rival: Same deal here-- still Manjoume!

look at him he's so important

While he spends a lot of the anime getting the good old damsel in distress treatment (getting suckered into a cult, getting knocked into a coma, becoming a zombie, getting fucking Killed, etc), I still think his character arc is really well-written overall and I only appreciated it even more when I watched GX again. I love the fact that he's got a soft heart he buries beneath the edgy facade, and that he's simultaneously really sharp and also kind of dense lol. He's just a fun character and watching how he evolves from episode one to episode one hundred eighty is such a satisfying journey.

Plus, props to him for being such a versatile duelist-- 50 wins in a row is HARD as is, let alone with a deck full of cards he just found laying around in the Arctic. Three ace monsters, three different archetypes... he's a really good duelist and I'm proud of him for it

Oh, but honestly, I don't really dislike any of the rivals-- I'm neutral towards Revolver and Reiji, but the remaining four (Kaiba, Manjoume, Jack, and Shark) compel me. yes I accidentally wound up liking Jack Atlas shhh Favorite BFF: Honestly, I really like most of the characters who fit this archetype-- Joey, Crow, Gongenzaka, Soulburner... I still lean a little bit more towards Joey, but I really appreciate all four of them. I'm gonna say Joey again, just because I find his evolution as a character the most compelling, but I appreciate the other three a lot. Soulburner has the best design though Favorite GFF: Oh absolutely still Aki, but I honestly... really love most female Yugioh characters? I'm assuming this is lead girls only, but like. I'm dumb and gay and I love Girls so this is naturally the most difficult one for me to answer lol

Aki just resonates with me the most because she's the prime example of how trauma doesn't always manifest in palatable ways-- when we first meet her, she's angry and lashes out at anyone and anything just because she wants the world to suffer in the same ways she's suffered, and then... we get to watch her grow from that, once she's free from Divine and able to heal the way she needs to heal. I know the second half of 5Ds didn't give her character the attention it deserved, but I'm still proud of her for winding up on the path she did-- seeing her channel her power and energy into wanting to heal and help others was just so good and was one of the few things I really Loved about the 5Ds ending.

oh, but like. Asuka Tenjoin and Aoi Zaizen are very close seconds for me!!! Aki just has a vice grip on my heart Favorite Villain: Okay, it's still technically Vector-- I think he's the most entertaining, well-written, and effective villain out of all of the ones we've seen so far, but... I also want to add Takuma Saiou and then all of Yliaster as honorable mentions?

As someone fond of tarot myself, I was naturally pretty intrigued by Saiou the first time I watched GX, but my attachment to him only grew the second time around where I actually got the chance to understand his character better. Plus, like... the visuals with him are fucking astounding and he's always so interesting to watch.

As for Yliaster, I just... really love how the big bad of 5Ds turned out to just essentially be a broken man desperate to save anyone and anything and three robotic reconstructions of the friends he'd lost. I still think the untwist with Z-ONE was stupid and I much prefer the idea of him and Yusei being the same person, but I'm still compelled by the other three-- well. Paradox less so, because we don't get a lot of Paradox lore, but. Aporia and Antinomy for sure.

ugh Yugioh has some damn good villains

Favorite Card: now that I actually play the TCG game...

Stardust is always going to be my favorite of all cards because it checks every box for me (my favorite YGO character's ace monster, space theme, what more could I want), but Aromaseraphy Rosemary has really become one of my aces in my best TCG deck! I'm still mastering irl plays, but I'm happy with my progress and I love my plant gang...

Favorite Episode: alright, here's where there's actually been a Lot of change, so...

Season 0: Episode 16: "Turnabout by a Hair's Breadth - The White-Robed Crisis" -- The more I think about this one, the more I love it; there's a... lot of corruption in the medical industry, and I've seen a lot of it firsthand, so just. Seeing a corrupt doctor get what he deserved at the end was cathartic, in a way? Plus, a Jounouchi-centric episode is always a good time.

Duel Monsters: Episodes 96-97: "Darkness vs. Darkness/One Turn Kill" -- this hasn't changed, I still love seeing Marik and Bakura bitch at each other for two whole episodes LMAO

GX: Episode 152: "Activate Super-Fusion! Rainbow Neos" -- This one hasn't changed and it likely never will-- I take so much pride in seeing Judai push forward, past the fear and guilt he's carrying, all to save Johan... it's cathartic and I never get sick of watching it.

5Ds: sweats. still all of Crash Town, but also episodes 137-147-- the Ark Cradle is one of my favorite parts of 5Ds and one of my favorite YGO arcs period, and even though each duel is a fucking gut punch, I love the emotional intensity and weight in each episode... It hurts but in a mostly good way

Zexal: Episode 143: "The Aloof Duelist 'Nasch': The Destined Final Duel" -- this one hasn't changed! Still hurts, still love it, I still weep over Ryouga Shark Kamishiro on a daily basis

Arc-V: Episodes 81-82: "Our Respective Battlefields/The Ultimate Falcon VS The Black-Feathered Thunder" -- Okay, honestly, this was hard because I... genuinely. really don't like Arc-V very much at all lol (it's just not my cup of tea, but more power to those who do like it!), but I thought this duel was a lot of fun! Shun is my absolute favorite from Arc-V and I really like the friendship he struck up with Crow a lot, so here we are

VRAINS (so far): Episode 25-26: "Virus Deck Operation/Three Draws Leading to Hope" -- honestly I am so biased because I just really love Blue Angel and I loved seeing her get a well-deserved victory like this lol. I'm not done with VRAINS, so this is probably gonna change, but anytime Blue Angel or Soulburner are on screen, I'm happy

Favorite Decks to Use: Aromages will always have my heart, but I adore Cyber Angels too! I'm building my Trickstar deck, my Synchron/Stardust deck (just waiting on Dawn of Majesty...), and my Magician Girls deck, too! Fusion, Ritual, Synchro, XYZ, Pendulum, or Link?: Synchros my beloved... but also Ritual Years in fandom: I've been here for just a little over one year now! and I wuv it... I'm never looking back Who am I tagging: no one I'm too shy

#yugioh #ygo tag meme

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