#which just leaves me and this one lad that im friends with

[vesprynna]

Today is my 34th birthday, aaah!! Toot toot the birthday flute!! 🥳🙌 As per usual, here's my annual birthday pinup 💖 This year features my soft forest monster lad Khalan lounging in a refreshing forest pool 💖 He's from my WIP comic project DEAREST!

A hi res downloadable version of this year's pinup + a timelapse is free for everyone to enjoy on my Ko-Fi 🥰🙌

Here are the other versions of Khalan and Willow over the years! I feel like celebrating their journey too 🥳 Which one is your fav?

🌱🌻🌾🌷🌾🌻🌱🌻🌾🌷🌻🌾🌱

Now, Im going to be a bit sappy so... Bear with me, or just enjoy the art and go on with your day, whatever suits you. Thank you for being here regardless 💖

To imagine that 20 years ago I didn't think I'd live to see my 20's... But I'm still here, and I'm so happy that I am 💖 Life's been rough, and it will continue to be at times, but thankfully there's pockets of joy to be found in the chaos. It really can be as simple as a funny tag someone leaves on my art, my best friend @unicornia93 doodling something funny to cheer me up, or the boundless enthusiasm my fiance has for ANY idea I share with him or my family being their goofy but wonderful selves 😂💖

I also want to extend a sincere Thank You to everyone who's supported and followed me over the years. Every year when my birthday comes around I always wonder how I got so lucky to be blessed with great friends, a wonderful fiance and my small but loving family... And to also be part of a community both online and offline amongst kindhearted, passionate people and artists. I don't say this often enough, but I truly appreciate each and every one of you! From my regular followers who always, always like my art (yes, I see you 💖), and to my friends, family and fiance for giving encouragement and critique to help me grow as an artist and person. You guys are absolutely wonderful!! 💖🙏

I'm glad I stuck around to experience all that life has had to offer so far. Thank you for being here with me in this moment, I hope you will be here next year too 💖💐

[jammiesjars]

NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE | MDNI

Warnings: Medium amount of plot?, horribly written medieval times smut, loss of innocence, virginity loss, female anatomy and terminology (??), unrealistic sex, slight coercion, breeding (only a little)

Seems to be the warrior’s picked you.

You were a shy thing. Didn’t get yourself involved in any social gatherings unless necessary, didn’t leave the safe confines of your modest hut unless dragged, and certainly didn’t talk to anyone unless by force.

You were polite, no doubt about it. And though as much as you hate it, people seemed to be drawn to you.

So when the cherished and highly praised warrior that John McTavish is decides he wants you, he will have just that.

It’s not even a question wether or not you want him. You wouldn’t deny the man his right to a pretty little bird like yourself, would you?

No matter, he’ll sneak around; arrange something with your parents so you won’t find out until its too late to stop your matrimony. But God, seeing you smile up at him so naively without a clue in the world that everynight he tugs at his thick cock to the mere thought of you in his arms makes him wish it’d happen sooner.

It was only a matter of time until you found out, anyway. Your parents were off planning some ‘suprise’, your mother teaching you about a wife’s duties all of a sudden and the whispers from the folk in the village only got louder.

“I can’t believe she’s marrying Johnny-“ the girl whispers to her friend, pointing at you.

Your blood runs hot, the same aching need you get when Johnny talks to you in a sultry tone shooting to your core at the mere mention of the rumor; at the idea of being his betrothed. And so you storm off to find him, barging into his office on the compound, blabblering about what you’ve overheard whilst he looks at you with a shit-eating grin.

“Have ye’ got an issue with that, M’eudail?” He’d drawl, his eyes glimmering with the same mischief you’ve come to know. “Don’t tell me yer suprised.”

“Johnny, you can’t be serious.” You’d breathe, the corset taught around your waist suddenly feels ten times tighter, and the furs settled on your shoulders 10 pounds heavier.

“Am always serious about ye, Lass.” He’d coo, leaning back in his chair. He beckons you closer with his hand. “Why? Don’t tell me ye fancy another lad, birdie.” He’d grunt, his calloused hands from years of battle pawing at your hips.

His touch brings out that familiar ache; a coiling need. One you never understood, never knew how to satisfy. “No..“ You’d breathe, responding to his call and stepping into his reach. “But I deserved to know, you cant keep tha-“

You’re silence by a low groan from Johnny. “Och. Quit worrying so much and let yer husband do the thinkin’. Be a good girl and let me take care of ye.”

Playful blue eyes meet yours.

“Keep bein’ at my beck and call, jus’ like ye are now. I’ll do the rest.”

Christ, you’re sure you’ll melt into the floor here and now. It’s not like you can deny anyway, you found out too late. Just as planned. That aching feeling is amplified tenfold and you know Johnny can tell.

He offers a lopsided grin. “Yer all worked up, aren’t ye?” It’s almost a growl. “Don’t worry, lass. I’ll take ye on the altar if you’d ask. I’ll make sure ye never have to go without once yer mine.”

He’d pull you close, so tender despite the vulgarity he whispers in your ear. And above all, you have no clue what he’s talking about.

Even unluckier for you, the scot picks up on that. “Oh, Mo Gràidh..” he’d purr, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Bet ye ache, don’t ye? You’re poor cunt..” He’d tut, shaking his head.

“Do ye know what that feelin’ is, lass?” His eyes hold a dangerous gleam, to which you shake your head and he looks like he could salivate. “C’mere. Let me take a look at ye.”

He flips you around to press your hands to his desk, whilst he’s holding your hips. He flips up your skirts. “Johnny-“

“Quit yer whining, im doing ye a favour.” He coos, hiking up your petticoat and layers underneath to reveal your glistening cunt. “Ain’t that a sight for yer sore eyes..” He almost chokes on his words.

The man had plans, intentions, to wait until your wedding night. To take it nice and slow with deep languid thrusts that had you seeing stars. All of that was thrown out the window as he took in the sight of your untouched opening.

“Ye trust me, lassie?” Johnny grunts.

“Johnny, I-“

He grips your thigh.

“Tryna be nice here, pretty. But it’s damn hard.” He growls. “Do ye trust me?”

You swallow your pride, nodding.

“Oh,” he groans at the confirmation. “Good girl..” Large hands grip your thighs so his tongue can lick a fat stripe up your cunt. The taste of you is so right to him, so… perfect. You were built for him only and he knows it; fated to be his pretty little wife he can come home to after battle.

You’re moaning, biting on your hand to muffle the sound. By god, you’ve never felt anything like this.

Then suddenly, it’s gone.

“Shouldn’t do this to ye, lass. Not one bit. Not proper of me at all, aye?” He pants, leaning back. You almost choke on nothing at the loss of his tongue.

He pulls your skirts down, flipping you back around. “Promise ye. I’ll never let ye go needy once I get that ring on ye finger. Just a couple for days, mo gràidh..”

He’s pressing his face against your stomach, arms keeping you standing between his legs.

“Right…” You pant softly, the loudest sound in the room.

So did you go through with the wedding without a single complaint? Yes. Could you even say you enjoyed it? Sure.

But what came after? That was the entire focus of the evening, apparently.

“Oh, I remember my wedding night..” Older folks would gush.

“Tell us all about it!” Married friends would tease and prod.

You were fed up. What was to come? (You, many times) You couldn’t seem to figure it out, not even as Johnny sat you on the bed with darkened eyes and a firm tone. “

Strip, lovie. Don’t make me do it for ye.”

“J-johnny-“ You mewl, sweat clinging to your body. Your wedding dress is long forgotten on the floor with John’s kilt.

“I got ye, M’eudail. Let go f’me.” John murmurs against your clit that he was just sucking on, whilst his fingers are pressing up into that sweet spongey spot inside of you.

You grip his hair, the feeling making you want to tug him off. “Wait-“ you whimper, hips bucking to chase the feeling that so desperately confuses you.

Johnny doubles his efforts, the smug bastard. “Oh, sweet girl..” There’s that shit eating grin again as he watches you from between your legs as your back arches off the bed. “Troublin’, hm? Don’t know what to do with yerself.” He tuts. “Let go, lass. Let me think for ye.”

His words have you cumming quicker than you’d care to admit.

“Don’t even know what yer feelin’, do ye?” He murmurs, his scottish brogue heavy with lust. “Mm.. ma sweet wifey.” He rides you through your orgasm with lanquid strokes of his thick fingers before climbing up the bed so his forearms rest either side of your head.

“Look at ye…” He grins down at you whilst you catch your breath; utterly ruined. He pushes your hair behind your ear, pressing a sweet kiss to your swollen lips. How awfully tender, considering he just gave you your first orgasm.

“Johnny..” you mewl, hands coming to rest on his broad shoulders. You can feel the thick cords of muscle roll beneath your palms

“Aye, sweetheart. Right ‘ere.” He grunts, reaching a hand down to pump his stupidly thick cock a few times. “Deep breath, lassie. Dinnae go stupid on me.” He coos. He presses at your poor, weeping cunt; his tip slick with precum.

He begins to press in, earning a broken whimper from you.

“Johnny-“ you gasp. “I can’t- I can’t take it-“

“Nae. Don’t say that, Mo Gràidh. Little more. Jus’ for me.” He groans, hissing lowly at how perfect you squeeze him; you were made for him.

You cling to anything for purchase, your jaw slack and eyelids fluttering shut. “No, no no-“

“Ye can take it, good girl… relax for me, lass. Let me in.” He grunts, his words an attempt so soothe your panicked confusion.

“Feels good, yeah? Too much to handle, aye?” He soothes, his gaze piercing as he looks down at you. “I’ve got ye. You’re doing so damn well, shh sh shh…”

You softly gasp, your grip tight as he bottoms out. It doesn’t let up, especially as Johnny decides you can handle even more, and starts pulling out slowly before pressing in again until your hips click together.

“Aren’t ye just fuckin perfect? Aye- look at me. In my eyes, pretty girl. Ye, tell ye husband how good he makes ye feel. Tell me lass.” He coos, a hand lacing into your hair.

“S-so good-“ you whine, hips bucking. “Johnny-“ you choke, his slow, sensual movements becoming more primal.

“That’s right,” He groans, his head dropping to rest against your shoulder. Johnny’s pants are much more obvious as you feel his breath against his shoulder. “Makin’ ye feel so good. Pussy clampin’ around me like a fuckin’ vice.” He groans, his cock pummeling your poor cunt again and again, his pace never slowing.

“Gonna fill ye up nicely. Make you a mam to me heirs..” He growls, his hips stuttering as you cum.

Its a burning hot pleasure that rips through your body, making you feel weak in the legs.

“Ooh,” Johnny intertwines his hand with yours. “There we go… lettin’ go for me like a good girl would. Gonna fuck ye stupid one day, love. Make ye forget ye name.” He growls, his hips slamming against yours as his seed spurts inside you.

“Such a good wifey..”

[suugarbabe]

Hey bub, im back again (so sorry 🙏 dont feel pressured to write any of these pls). Hows your October going??

I have (another 😭) request my love. I was scrolling tiktok and it was one of those slytherin react videos but its gave me another idea.

What about around the time of the yule ball reader just walks up to ( Mattheo/Theo/Enzo ) who's conversing in the hall and just straight up pulls him by the tie and kisses him then walks away. Just super unprompted and out of no where (theyre friends though, like part of the 🐍gang). Hes just speachless, going between shocked, confused, extatic and back to shocked. Maybe reader throws something about going yule ball shopping together the next day before she leaves but he hadnt even asked yet.

Anyway darling, thanks for your amazing fics and i tell you when i saw that we'd become mutuals i nearly dropped my phone x

I'm on an enzo kick so that's who it's gonna be 🤭

You had made the decision earlier that day. You knew what you had to do in order to get him to ask you to the Yule ball. You had went over the plan with Pansy earlier and at first she had laughed. But when she saw you were serious she wholeheartedly agreed that it was the only surefire way to get his attention.

There had been a couple of opportunities to come up to him earlier in the day, but he had mainly been alone. You knew that if it were going to make an impact, he had to be surrounded by his friends.

Which is how you found yourself walking up to Enzo while in the middle of the conversation with the rest of the boys. At first none of them really noticed you coming toward them, too engrossed in whatever they were talking about.

When you finally reached them, you didn't even give any of them time to greet you before you reached out for Enzo's tie, grabbing it close to the knot by his neck and pulling his down into a searing kiss. You expected him to freeze up, not know how to respond, but you were pleasantly surprised.

Barely a second after you pulled his lips to yours his hands were on your waist, you ran your tongue along his plump bottom lip, him immediately granting you access to his mouth to further deepen the kiss.

For a good twenty seconds you were full on making out with Enzo Berkshire in front of the rest of your friends. When you finally broke away, Enzo was short of breath, eyes searching your features for any explanation.

Instead of giving him one you simply straightened his tie while stating, "Meet me at Gladrags this weekend so you can help me pick out my dress for the ball, okay?" Enzo was at a loss for words, the most effort he was able to give was a simple head nod. You smiled sweetly at him, giving him a pat on his cheek, "Good boy." And with that you walked away.

As you did so you heard the the other boys start to chatter, hearing thumping that you were assuming was them patting Enzo on the back.

"For fucks sake, Enz, when were you gonna tell us you finally asked her to the ball? Let alone started snogging her like that?" Mattheo was clearly proud of his friend in this moment.

Enzo just shook his head, "I, erm, I haven't asked her yet. But, erm, I'm going to catch you lads later I need to do something." Enzo then stalked off, taking on a light jog to catch up with you to discuss the details and properly ask you to the ball.

[rookiesbookies]

Seeing your hc of greek god!ghost made me think of how much of a disaster it'll be if he found someone he's into only for them to get cold easily and wears like 5+ layers everywhere they go

So I have bad circulation and a neurological condition that makes my extremities get very cold, which is why I believe I am qualified to write this. There’s nothing I love more than grabbing my partner with my cold fingers or touching him with my cold feet, my friends are also victims. As I write this one of my hands is ice cold and the other is a completely normal temp. Wish he was here so I could rub my hands over where he’s ticklish and make him shiver (im evil)

I had a lot of fun writing this ask, I do want to do more with this AU later so I love getting asks about it but I do need to clean up my master list😭

Fic under the cut

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

Price was sent a younger maiden one other time. She had been just under the age he liked and he truthfully believed she would work better with someone else.

SO he delivered her to Simon’s doorstep in the underworld. Simon looked through the peep hole to see you holding a pie and a note from Price. When he opened the door and read the note (something along the lines of : she’s too young for me but seems more like your type) he tried to shut the door. Luckily for you, the future mother in law was there - Persephone was not having any of her son’s shit.

She quickly read the note herself and set you down, sending Simon to go make tea while she got a good look at you. Poor thing, so nervous, dropped on this doorstep, she wasn’t having any of it.

Then she noticed how cold your hands were and cursed her husband for giving their son such cold hands, he was always so clammy he just had to pass it on.

She quickly yelled for Simon who rushed in with the tea, telling him to start a fire.

You tried to tell her it wasn’t a problem with a nervous smile and laugh but she wouldn’t listen. So you told both you didn’t want to be a bother.

“Ya think yer cold?” Simon said sharply before grabbing your ankle with an ice cold hand from the floor where he was sitting trying to start the fire, the sudden chill made you let out a soft shriek. He giggled behind the mask.

Persephone saw that. She heard it too.

“I'm calling Hades and we’re planning the wedding!”

Simon’s eyes bulged out of his head.

“I can’t marry someone I’ve just met,” you awkwardly laughed between sips of tea.

“Well it takes time to plan a wedding, you’ll both know each other quite well by the time it comes around!”

Simon groaned, “just because you and Hades-”

“Shush!” And Simon shut up quickly.

And with that, Persephone fled the house.

“I would have thought because of how she was taken by Hades-”

“Stockholm syndrome, I'm sure of it,” Simon grumbled. Pulling off his fur cloak and throwing it over you. “I’ll sleep on the couch until I can sort this out.”

“Oh but I can’t take your bed from you-”

“Did I ask?”

You shake your head and quietly sip your tea.

Now lets time jump just a bit. Assume they both bond at some point and a month or so passes, they’re trying to cuddle, right?

There’s nothing that brings Simon more joy than torturing you with his cold hands. Making you whine and shove them under your arms to warm them.

“You’re colder than a dead body!”

“Why do ya think the lads call me Ghost, love?”

After more time, he chooses a new favorite place to warm his hands.

“Simon, we are at dinner! You can’t do that in front of others!” You hushly yelled at him.

“Come on, they’d be jealous that's all, not judgin ya!” He laughed.

“Simon this is so embarrassing,” you mumbled. His hands gently holding your tits. One hand over each.

“It’s my favorite place to warm em.” He shrugged then grumbled. “Plus Johnny made a comment about ya rack and I gotta remind him whose it is.”

You let out a whine, “your hands are so cold! I didn’t sign up for temperature play!”

He chuckles, “here, I’ll distract you. Two goldfish are in a tank-”

“You’ve told me this one so many times,” you giggled as he massaged your chest with his cold hands. You smacked his hand, “I'm only doing this to warm up your hands, this isn’t touchy time.”

He groaned in disappointment. “Price wouldn’t notice or care!”

“Oh he definitely would, especially if it was at his dinner table!”

“What are ya love birds whisperin on about?” Johnny holard from the other room.

“SHUT.” Was all Simon had to yell back.

[insert-stupid-username]

Ranking drivers based on how badly I want be there friend. Dont hate yall this is soley for fun:

Max Verstappen: I feel like he would enjoy the random tik toks I send him, also I think we would have so much fun playing minecraft and I want to introduce him to the sims. also I really want to be able to send him the really bad f1 POV's on tik tok, like the funny joke ones where the drivers say pookie and baby girl every single line and it ends with kimi or oscar going I am here also

Lewis Hamilton: Roscoe. I want to meet and play with Roscoe so bad. Thats like the main reason. My side reason is so I can ask him so many questions about brosadies. Also wouldnt it be hilarius to find and send like nico rosberg edits...OR HAMILTON EDITS TO HAMILTON

Alex Albon: his animals. I think he would be a good freind to have and that he would care and listen but I REALLY love animals so the main reason I want to be friends with him is for his pets

Charles Leclerc: leo leclerc. that dog is amazing. Also if Im friends with Charles that means I can become frineds with Alexandra. Like she is so amazing and I want to be her friend so bad. If i have to go through charles I would.

Liam Lawson: I want to watch cars with him and also share my realisation that there was a cars 9/11 and cars mcr and cars twilight and cars fanfic and cars fifty shades. I know this all becasue in cars 2 there was TSA and TSA was created becasue of 9/11 I feel like he would either be horriffied or delighted that cars smut exsit both smut of the cars in the movie and smut in the cars universe. (side note but wtf would that even be like?) (if you want more cars implications let me know I WILL go down the rabbit hole) I just want him to thinkabout the implications (yes this was all realised at a very VERY late night strike a few years ago)

Carlos Sainz: I feel like if I tried to have one deep convo with him he would no longer be attractive to me. I dont even like the dude but holy hell he has some attractive moments where I forget that I dont like him

Oscar Piastri: I want to meet lily. Also I think based on the few irl freinds I have that we would get pretty good. Also I want to show him the sims, I think he would be a nice person to rant about my fixations to

Logan Sargeant: I like swimming and like tubbing, I think it would be fun to convince him to try and kill me while tubbing. Given the fact that he does race fast cars I bet he would drive a boat fast and fun ESSPECIALLY when I want to get dumped in the water. Also I feel like he would like he would have some fun random opions on things. like have you met frat guys? there so hit or miss but when they are hit they HIT

Yuki Tsunoda: I want to swear with him. I think it would be fun. Immagioning the stuff we could get up to sounds like so much fun

Franco Colapinto: Dude being friends with this guy would either help my celeberty crush or hurt it. he flirts with EVERYONE which can be so fun, but like if he flirted with me even as a joke it would be so awkward.

George Russell: I just want to see how long hell last until he gets too annoyed and leaves

Lance Stroll: I want to see how long I last before I say something rude and a tiny bit mean, cause if anyone can push my buttons in a way that gets me talking its rich people. even if they are nice rich people I still get annoyed

Zhou Guanyu: he seems like a nice lad but Im not sure what we would talk about

Daniel Ricciardo: I want to know EVERYTHING I feel like I could get him to spill so much info, but also that shouldnt be a reason to be friends with people cause thats not nice

Valtteri Bottas: I would like to introduce him to martial arts than sit back cause I will either laugh or be impressed

Fernando Alonso: I want to know how long I could go before I want to punch him

Checo: How long could I resist the urdge to start yelling and storm out the room

Nico Hulkenberg: I cant think of anything good or bad he just reminds me of my father

Esteban Ocon: I dont know why but I think we just wouldnt get along

Kevin Magnussen: again he reminds me of my father. Nico and Kevin are like the same person different fonts to me

Pierre Gasly: I think I would try and punch him too much, like all the f1 videos hes in I just find him pretenshus and a bit rude

Lando Norris: I just dont like this man. Everything he says gets on my nervs. The only reason he is not booted from my list is cause I think SOME of his friends seem like people I could mabye get along with

We have discovered that I really like animals and want to be friends with most of the drivers soley to pet there pets and send them annoying tik toks

[player1064]

Loved your Jamie Carragher character thesis statement post! It actually made me think of a prompt or short story if you are still doing them. A 5+1 story of Gary making Jamie contradict how he acts/personality. Maybe from the viewpoints of others and the +1 can be Gary defending Jamie personality/character. Again love your drabbles and stories!

im ngl i DID set out to do this as a 5+1 but I. ran out of steam a bit (bitches when their meds are out of stock etc). so instead have a 4+0 😅

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Philip.

Phil has abandoned the boardroom and is wandering around Hotel Football in search of snacks when he comes upon a small kitchenette where Jamie is busy swearing at a kettle.

He hadn't realised Jamie was here too, he and the other lads have been stuck in a meeting with Gary for hours now and there'd been no mention of it, but it's not that surprising when he thinks about it.

"Alright, Carra?" he greets, and Jamie turns to him with a muttered fuck.

"Hi, Phil," he says with an exasperated sigh. "Your twat of a brother asked me to fetch him some tea, and –”

He gestures hopelessly at the counter behind him, which is in such a state it looks as though a small bomb has gone off.

"Oh," says Phil. "Tea is really difficult, to be fair. Can't you find one of the staff members to help you?"

"No, I –” Jamie runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. "He asked me."  

Redders.

Jamie sees it moments before it happens, in excruciating slow motion – like when a gun goes off in films. Gary’s hovering around Carra, trying unsuccessfully to get his attention, and when he gives up and reaches to jostle Carra’s shoulder Jamie waits for the inevitable snap.

Except, Carra doesn’t snap. He doesn’t jerk away, he looks at Gary and he beams. If it was any other person Jamie could’ve sworn he was leaning in to the touch, because Gary’s hand stays in place even while they talk.

When they’re setting up to film, Gary shifts his chair closer to Carra’s so that their knees are touching, and Carra doesn’t roll his eyes or move away. When Carra tells a joke that’s got Gary doubled over with laughter, Gary spreads a hand between Carra’s shoulder blades and nothing happens.

The whole day is full of things like that, tiny casual touches which should be normal, which are normal for anyone other than Carra. Jamie, worried that he’s gone mad and misremembered a fundamental fact about Carra, even tries an experiment once or twice: he claps a hand on Carra’s back, or he throws an arm around his shoulders in a friendly side hug. Carra twitches at the contact every single time, a miniscule reaction honed out of years of needing to be polite, and he carefully shifts away from Jamie’s touch with a suspicious side-eye.

When they’re leaving the studio that evening to go to the pub, Gary slaps Carra’s bum as he walks through the doorway and all Carra does is grin.

Stevie.

“Who the fuck are you texting?”

“Huh?” Jamie blinks, looks up at Stevie over his glasses like he’d forgotten he was there. “Oh, just Gary.”

“Didn’t yous see ‘im earlier today?”

“Yeah, why?”

Stevie is lucky if he gets one text a month from Jamie, even luckier if he sees him in person more than twice a year. It’s never bothered him much, he knows what Jamie’s like, knows that anyone not sat directly in front of him is prone to being dismissed as a distraction. There aren’t really friends in Jamie’s world, just allies and enemies.

So he’s not really sure what to do with this version of Jamie, the one who leaves Gary Neville’s company (and Gary Neville, really?) only to immediately open his phone and start texting Gary Neville.

Every time his phone pings he opens it up and does a stupid little snicker at whatever Gary’s sent him, never mind that he’s meant to be mid-conversation with Stevie. Every bloody anecdote seems to start with ‘so me and Gary were –’, or ‘Gary was saying –’. Even the stories that aren’t about work – as far as Stevie can figure out, there’s rarely a moment that Jamie’s not with Gary, or talking to Gary, or thinking about Gary.

It's weird. It’s almost like how he used to be about football.

Micah.

Micah can’t believe what he’s seeing. It’s time for Sky’s yearly ‘film Neville and Carragher making fools of themselves racing each other in a thinly-veiled attempt to rack up more views’, and Jamie is losing.

Jamie’s a runner, he runs. Gary does fuck all cardio beyond the occasional group fitness class, he should not be a full pace ahead of Jamie at the halfway point, and yet. Gary can’t seem to believe it either, because when he glances back at Jamie he grins and picks up his pace with a gleeful little laugh.

Jamie rolls his eyes for the sake of the cameras, but there’s a moment where Micah could’ve sworn he saw him skip, like he was deliberately trying to slow himself down. Which is impossible, because Jamie would happily out-sprint a child if someone told him it was a competition.

And yet.

When Gary wins he grabs onto Jamie’s arm to support himself while his whole body shakes with laughter, squawking out insults every time he’s able to catch his breath. Jamie laughs along, makes up some poor excuse about his hamstring going, but when he catches Micah’s eye he winks as if they’re both in on the same joke.

[berriblossom]

KUKI MY LAD!!!

ITS ME AGAIN! (v)

( Barely proof red im half awake ^^" )

I've been seeing some very good responces to the other ask i had done, and i've just had so many ideas! But i really didnt want to stress you out, do im leaving you with this mini ask ( please dont push yourself to start it, i dont want this to become a chore instead of a little side hobby)

This is another papa zhongli ask, with the beast swan little baby reader (i love them so much platonically ♡♡♡)

Are you able to do a uncle put down for me? (Its like putting a kid to bed) with xiao ? Or... mayhaps a auntie put down with like.. ninnguane or something!! (Idk how to spell her name off the top of my head, i also just see her as the rich aunt typa person)

Once again, please take your time and make sure to have fun! (Btw if its alright with you, i might start leaving little incouragemental askes every once in a while ^^)

Im so eepy TT

GOODNIGHT FRIEND !! (ITS 5 AM HELP ME !! )

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Ahh, more ask! Im totally fine with all the encouragements! These ask make my day! Headcanon time!

When evening comes, who will tuck you in and kiss you goodnight?

Featuring: Childe, Beidou, Ganyu, Ningguang, Shenhe, Xiao, and Papa Zhongli.

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Say what you will about the Fatui harbinger. He may have tried to bring the fall of Liyue, destroy its economy, and somewhat helped in the brutal slaying of its archon before the people's own eyes.

Childe [Uncle TarTag]

But he will be the best uncle no matter what. No matter what.

So when it is time for you to go to bed, he will sometimes procrastinate when you plead with him. "One more game, Uncle Tartag! One more movie, Uncle Tartag! One more!" You bet any money he will watch your favorite movie or read your favorite stories with you before putting you down for a nap or for bedtime.

When he is tucking you in, he is a little rough, to say the least. When you're tucked in. You are tucked in. Like you can't move too much, his strength gets the better of him.

Your bedtime story will have some sort of fighting or violence, which Zhongli has lectured him about. You might be an illuminated beast, but you are still a child. He even got in trouble for telling you to say, "The Tsarita is better than Morax" in a story he told you, and Zhongli wanted to murder him.

Rating: 7/10, he is trying but needs some work in the story department.

You will never be sleeping on her ship. Nit at night, at least. Zhongli has a fear thar if you sleep on her ship, you'll be in another nation by dawn. So yeah, no sleeping on Aunty Beidou's ship. But you can take naps!

Beidou [Captain Aunty Beidou]

Beidou will tell you her stories at sea, how she defeated Haishan, and the stories of her crew. She will never sing any sea shanty's...for reasons. But she'll let Kazuha tell you haikuu's. You can run around the ship until. You're tired out and come lay on her lap for a little nap.

The ship and crew will try to be quiet under Beidou's watch and orders for your nap. She'll let you use her coat as a blankie and kiss your forehead to let you have a few minutes of nap time.

Rating: 7.5 out of 10, only because you can't spend the night but she is good!

Ganyu [Big sister Ganyu]

Now, Ganyu is the queen of naptime with you. Putting you to bed, a little different.

When she puts you down for sleep, she slowly falls asleep, too. She makes your bed extra confy when you're at Jueyun Karst, too comfy. When its bed time, shell read you a bedtime story about Rex Lapis, the Adepti like Aunty Cloudy [cloud retainer].

But slowly and quickly, she will fall asleep with you. She has a small Qilin night light for you, similar to her Cryo globe she makes. She'll have some cool warer near your little setup and some snacks.

By the time she is done reading, she'll be laying beside you, drifting off into sleep with you. She'll let you cuddle her and hold her is you get scared like a good big sister.

Rating: 8/10, she is just a little sleepy, but you're not complaining.

Ningguang [Aunty Ning-Ning]

The times Ganyu has accidently had late nights with you, Ningguang is more than honored to let you hang out with her. Your day is filled with shopping, museums, arts trips, and all the natural beauty of Liyue presented to you on a platter. All for her little swan. Zhongli was fine for you to stay in the Jade Chamber as long as you are respectful and polite.

Ningguang would set you up in a room not far from her desk area or place you on a couch near her office area. She'll get you blankets of the finest cotton, silk, or any fabric. She'll give you some nice cushions for comfort and a nice cup of tea to help you settle down for naps.

She will kiss your head, give you some delicate cuddles, and place you down on her lap if you asked her politely.

If she is in a meeting? Oh, put it on hold real quick, her little swan needs their nightly cuddles and she needs to get it done. Want some tea before bed? Oh, she has it done and will have you in some beautiful silk pajamas while she is at it.

Want to sleep in her expensive bed with her and your plushie, oh she will make some room and let your plushie have its own pillow too.

Ningguang can be really serious at times but if you need her to tuck you in before bed and ask her to tell a story, she will buy the best children's literature book ever written just to read it to you and kiss you goodnight. Yes, she will.

Rating: 7.5/10, your rich Aunty has you covered.

Shenhe [Big sister Shenhe]

She would be lost at first, she knows you aren't human so why sleep like one? But once Ganyu and Cloud Retainer gets it through to her that you are raised in the human world despite being an Adeptus, you act the way you do. Similar to your sleep.

So in some ways, your situation is the opposite but similar to hers.

In comes protective Shenhe mode.

Whatever you want for your nightly routine, she is going to find it, get it, or make Ganyu buy it. She'll learn from Zhongli and Cloud Retainer how to brew and make tea, just for you.

If you ever call her "big sister Shenhe" in your sleep, her yearning to keep you safe even in your dreams grows. Do you want her to kiss your duckie goodnight? She will and tuck it in too beside you. Similarly, with Childe, she can be a little harsh on tucking you in, but over time she learns how to reel it back in.

Do you like her cryo spirits that swirl around you? She'll use them to keep your room cool at night during warm nights.

Want her to tell you stories? She will spend time with the traveler just to come back and tell you about it.

Rating: 8/10, she's a little confused but goodness she has the spirit.

Need him to hold your hand when you get scared of the dark? He will ask Verr Godlet to borrow a night light for you. Or better yet, he will find or make one. He will also still hold your hand.

Xiao [Big Brother Xiao]

Now, this big brother, the conquerer of demons, is the only surviving Yakasha.

He will spoon-feed you almond tofu if you need it before bed. Hell, he will learn the recipe and make it for you. Want to sit on the terrace of the Wangshuu Inn and say hello to the moon? He will have you in his lap while you do it.

Need a little cool air because the room is stuffy or warm? he'll use his anemo vision to bring in a gentle breeze. He will have everything you like and don't like down on a list.

Too much noise? He will find the source and silence it.

Want a bath before bedtime? He will test the temperature himself, and make sure to get your rubber duckies in too.

Need some tea? What's the brew? What type? Hell, where is the leaf so he can pick it himself and make it?

Xiao would sleep beside you too even if he is tense and still as stone. But he will mellow out once hearing you have your big brother here to protect you. Yeah, he will be there to protect you.

Rating: 8.5/10, he will do it only for you. Only for his little sibling.

Zhongli is the standard setter of what bedtime should be like.

Zhongli [He needs no introduction]

Zhongli will not only have your bath ready for when bedtime comes, but also your favorite night-time tea is on the stove ready too. He will pull out your little dragon onesie, with the horns on the hood too. And a little tail, and will put your little yellow socks on too.

You can run around while he folds up your towel and clothes for the next day saying you're a dragon and he will play along, even teaching you about how real dragons act and fly. Zhongli will give you the tea in your special teacup with two pinches of sugar just for you.

Want a little snack? He will be making you little biscuits to enjoy with your tea like little cookies.

When it's really time to settle you in, he will have your nightlight on while reading you a bedtime story. He is the king of bedtime stories he can tell you a story you've heard 100 times like it's never been told before. Want a story about Rex Lapis and the Adepti? He has one, and wants one about the Stove God? he will tell it all.

He will tuck you in gently, making sure you are fully covered and secure. The window will be cracked slightly for some fresh air, and also the coolness.

Have a nightmare and need your Papa?

He will hold you close to his chest and will console you while you cry and talk about it. Assuring you, that your Papa will always come and save you, even from the dark.

He will kiss your forehead and cheeks goodnight, even your plushies too. Repeating how much he loves you, how happy he is to be your papa, and how lucky he is to have you, his little swan with him.

Got scared and want to sleep in his bed?

He will pull you beside him and let you talk to him until you go to sleep finally. He may be exhausted but he will listen to your rambles before bed like it is his morning news.

Rating: ∞/10. No questions, comments, or concerns here.

[rom-e-o]

The Call - Ebenezer/Constance Modern!AU

A continuation of Ebenezer and Constance's meeting in a modern and AU setting. Here, they FINALLY set up a first date!

This story also includes characters from @quill-pen and her universe, including her Ebenezar/Wolf, Bess, Addie, and Gal, as well as characters like Eddie and Pippersnipe that have manifested through shared headcanon discussions!

The sound of the doorbell added further chaos to the already bursting cottage.

“Oh, yay! Pizza’s here!”

“I thought we were only making snacks for tonight. I just popped popcorn!”

“Who the heck complains about pizza?”

“You gals are like bloody garbage disposals – how can you eat so much?” Eddie asked. 

“Oi, ladies, can we start this flick ‘ometime in the next fifty years?”

After each woman had filled their plates with pizza and grabbed a glass of their favorite wine, the group filed into the cottage’s cozy living room and piled in front of the television for a much-needed movie night.

“Here you go, Eddie,” Constance said as she handed the older woman a hearty plate of food and a flute of her favorite blackberry liqueur.

“Tryna to get me liquored up, are ya?” she asked playfully as she accepted the very full flute.

“That’s what sleepovers with the girls are for!” Constance teased in return, giving her shoulders a playful squeeze before making sure her blanket with tucked in place.

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen ‘Anastasia’ – it’s a classic!” Bess exclaimed to Addie, who giggled as she assumed a spot on the floor. She put the bowl of freshly popped popcorn between them. “Gosh, I used to watch this with Millie on repeat when she was younger. I could probably recite it word for word.”

“Try t' contain y'self, Lass,” Gal said, stealing a fistful of popcorn as she fell into her seat of choice.

“Sorry, I’ve just … never had a reason to see it,” Addie reasoned with a shrug. “But I’m excited! Is it a romance?”

“Oh-ho! 'Tis a MUSICAL ROMANCE!” Gal corrected. She was lying across one of their tufted armchairs, her back resting on one armrest while her legs rested atop the other, socked feet bobbing up and down. “Wit' talkin' critters too.”

“How are you familiar with ‘Anastasia’, Gal?” Bess asked curiously as she twisted her long, dark hair into an updo. “It doesn't quite seem like your type of movie?”

“Eh, I dun'mind a princessy tale now and again,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. When the stares from her friends didn’t relent, she sighed and rolled her eyes. “Also, Jake fancies it.”

Amused cooing erupted from the other ladies.

“If ye tell 'im I told ye, I'll knock ye brains out an' serve 'em as fritters!”

“Eh, leave the poor man alone, it’s a cute little movie,” Eddie added, who was comfortably situated on the room’s other armchair, which sat opposite of Gal’s. “The mousy lad she falls for is quite the darling. A little young and an awful dresser, but I think I could fix him up nicely.”

“Shhh, no spoilers!”

“I haven’t seen it either, Addie,” Connie chimed in, reaching down from her position on the couch to take her hand, lace their fingers, then swing their hands like a pendulum back and forth. “We can be surprised together!”

“Seriously, you too?” Bess asked. “How did I not know that? I would have fixed this long ago!”

The redhead shrugged. “I just don’t watch movies very often.”

“Now, that is not true, Con,” she refuted, poking her friend in the knee. “You have a weird taste in movies, not a non-existent one. I know WAY too much about what happens in the ‘Sex and the City’ movies because of you alone.”

“W-Well…” she went to argue as Gal snickered from her position in the chair.

Truth be told, it would be nice to have the distraction of a movie for the evening. While Connie was doing her best to play it cool, her mind and heart were still racing from her morning shift.

That was when, motivated by her friends’ insistence and reasoning, she had found the courage to write her phone number on the cup of Ebenezer Samuel Scrooge’s morning order. It had taken weeks of build-up and peer pressure to take the seemingly small step, but it had been preceded by maddening amounts of flirting.

As if giving him her cell number wasn’t enough, she’d written the note ‘Call me~” right beneath it, and signed it with the letter ‘C’ for good measure.

That had been seven hours ago. And not a single call or text had come through.

Crickets.

Nada.

Goose egg.

With a sigh, she slipped her phone into the kangaroo pocket of her oversized sweatshirt and took a bug gulp of her wine. Well, she’d probably just lost her best customer. That would be fun to confess to her boss on Monday.

“Okay, everyone ready?” Addie asked as she reached for the remote to start the film. “Annnnd … play!”

About halfway through the film, after the two jumbo pizzas had been demolished, Constance felt a buzzing from her pullover’s pocket. She’d silenced the phone for the movie, not expecting anyone to reach out to her (after all, all her friends – aside from her mom and their landlord Mr. Pippersnipe) were in the room with her.

Constance glanced down at her phone and saw a familiar number flash across the top of the screen. She hadn’t created a contact profile for the number yet, but she knew it by heart already after weeks of seeing his number amongst her daily orders.

“It’s him!” Constance exclaimed as she all but shot out of her seat. “H-He’s calling me! H-He really is!”

Gal practically spat out her drink.

The other girls collectively gasped while Bess turned to shush them. “PAUSE! EVERYONE SHUT UP!”

“W-Who? Wait, is it that handsome man from the coffee shop?” Addie asked, which made Constance blush bright red before nodding. “Oooooh, it is!”

“I’ll be damned – the blighter has a backbone!” Eddie cheered, hoisting her flute. “Now you can check that front-bone of his, too.”

“Eddie!”

“MISSION CONTROL, WE HAVE CONFIRMATION THE ADONIS HAS MADE CONTACT WITH THE SUN!” Bess continued, scrambling for the television remote. “Pause! Ugh, at least MUTE, darn you!”

‘Adonis’ was an affectionate nickname Constance and her friends had given to the silver-haired man that frequented the New Grounds Coffee Co. daily. It never needed explanation because, as soon as one saw a picture of the man, the reason for the name was evident.

“W-What do I do?” Constance asked.

“ANSWER IT!” all the girls cried in unison (“And put ‘em on speaker!” Eddie chimed in loudly before Addie frantically shushed her).

Constance took the deepest breath she’d ever taken before accepting the call.

“Um, h-hello, this is Constance,” she spoke timidly into the receiver.

“Constance! I’m glad you picked up. Um, hello. I-It’s Ebenezer.”

Her heart did backflips at the excited tremor in his voice. “H-Hi! I thought I recognized your number, haha. I’m glad you called.”

Now on her feet and pacing around in her black shorts and crumb-covered pullover, she was so thankful he hadn’t opted for a video call. While it was always nice to see him (literally, he was a treat for the eyes), she knew she looked like an absolute mess, with wine-stained lips and her hair in an updo that nothing but a shower could help.

She they talked, she saw her friends watching in intrigued, their reactions running the gambit from eager cheering to sly, flirtatious lip puckers.

“Are you busy?” he asked.

“Um, not really,” she replied truthfully, frantically gesturing for the girls to stay quiet. “I’m just at home. I-I hope you are too. It’s cold out.”

From her vantage point in the kitchen, she could see the beginnings of a gentle snowfall dusting the surrounding buildings in a flimsy layer of frost.

“I just finished at the office, actually,” confided, his voice low. “It’s been a long day, so I wanted to warm up with a drink before I left. I did want to give you a call as soon as I could. To tell you the truth, I’ve been looking forward to it all day.”

Constance was sure she looked like a crazy person as she spun in excited circles at his admission, but she was far too happy to care. “Really? I’m kind of relieved to hear that, actually! I’m glad I didn’t scare you off.”

“Hardly,” he replied with a warm laugh. “I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner.”

“Oh, please don’t apologize! You were working. I’m just glad to hear you can head home soon.”

“You’re very sweet,” Ebenezer said, and her heart leapt again at his praise. His voice always got a little rumbly when he was pleased, and the melty effect it gave her legs was just as effective over the phone. “Constance, I wanted to ask … um, are you off this Saturday? We’re supposed to have a break in this cold front, and I was wondering if might be interested in going out to dinner to enjoy it?”

He was asking her out! It was REALLY happening!

She mouthed out ‘Dinner date!’ to the girls. The reveal was immediately greeted with silent clapping and eager thumbs-ups. Of course, Eddie mouthed back an ‘I told you so’, complete with a pointed finger to accentuate her correctness.

“I would love that,” Constance replied, tousling her hair nervously while she answered. “I’m free all afternoon and evening that day, honestly.”

The second the admission crossed her lips, she felt instant regret. Great, she thought. Now he probably thought she sounded desperate and needy for attention. Yet, Ebenezer only laughed again (goodness, his laughter was so nice – she could listen to it all day, every day).

“Fantastic! Would 8 p.m. work? There’s a fabulous restaurant on the riverfront called Estella’s that I think you’d enjoy.”

Estella’s on a Saturday night? The restaurant was well known for only serving London’s most upper of upper class. Without connections, it was nearly impossible to get a table.

“I’ve heard of it – it’s very exclusive! I-I hear it’s really hard to get in.”

“I think we should be fine,” Ebenezer said, his tone confident but not arrogant.

Unbeknownst to her, he was eyeing a reservation email in his inbox that confirmed the details of the dinner. He’d reached out to the restaurant’s owner and successfully booked the space before even calling to mention it to her. That way if she accepted his invitation, there would be no risk of him not being able to fulfill it. The last thing he wanted to do on a long-awaited date with the first woman he’d had a crush on in literal decades was not deliver on a first-date promise.

 “Can I pick up at 7:15 p.m. or so? I know it’s early, but if we have some extra time beforehand, there’s a lovely lounge on the restaurant’s second floor with a nice artwork display. We could grab a drink or two as well. I-If you wouldn’t mind that, that is.”

“That sounds so lovely,” she answered. Heavens, how long had it been since she’d been on a date that sounded so nice? Why, it probably hadn’t been since before her marriage to her ex-husband, Orin. That would have made it over 20 years.

“Yes, 7:15 p.m. would work perfectly! I don’t think I live too far from you.”

As she gave him her address, she heard the click of a pen and the faint sound of scrawling. He was writing it down.

“Sounds perfect,” he said. “I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.”

He was actually going to drive her? Ebenezer Samuel Scrooge, one of London’s most esteemed philanthropists and self-made billionaires, was going to drive her personally?

“Oh, good! We don’t have a ton of parking here, but when I see your message, I can walk just up the street to the –”

“Nonsense,” he interrupted. “London’s winters are frigid! I’ll not have you walking and waiting in the dark. When I’m there, I’ll get out, ring the bell, and walk you personally.”

This all had to be some elaborate dream, she thought. Perhaps she’d fallen asleep during the movie after all and was just one nudge away from waking up and seeing that their phone conversation was nothing but an imagined flight of fancy.

“O-Okay, that sounds wonderful.”

“Excellent. Well, I won’t keep you, dear. I will tell you that I’m very much looking to our date.”

“Me too,” she revealed. “T-Thank you again for calling. I honestly can’t wait.”

“I’m glad to hear that, and I hope you’ll trust me when I say that it’s my pleasure.”

She laughed, an easy smile crossing her face. She leaned against the kitchen wall and sank down until she was seated on the floor, knees nestled just beneath her chin. “Well, I really hope you have a safe trip home. Goodnight, Ebenezer.”

“I certainly will,” he said. Then, after another beat, he said, “Goodnight, angel. I’ll see you Saturday.”

Constance ended the call. After checking to make sure she’d hung up the phone, even dialing another digit to hear a dial tone click in, she shot up and danced in circles. The woman was just about to run to the living room to alert her friends only to see that they were all waiting in a gaggle on the other side of the threshold.

“So?” Addie asked, already beaming.

“8 o’clock on Saturday,” she revealed.

Bess was the first to cheer and pull her friend into a tight embrace. “I knew it! I knew he would eventually do it!”

“Where’s he takin’ ya?” Gal asked. Upon hearing the answer, her eyes nearly popped out of her skull. “Estella’s!? Blimey, he mighty does like ye if he's takin' ye to a fancy galley like that!”

“You think?” Connie asked, then giggled again as Addie hugged her tight.

“The real test will be the night of,” Eddie said, waggling her glass mid-air. “What he does during the date…and after.”

“I-It’s just a first date, nothing serious,” the redhead said.

Bess and Gal exchanged unconvinced looks. Addie hummed idly. Eddie all but snorted.

“Just don’t forget a change of clothes,” Eddie teased. “Or…do. He may like that more.”

Connie yelped and Bess only rolled her eyes at the older woman’s teasing. Meanwhile, Addie looked slightly lost in thought, eyes glazing at she rubbed her chin and stared with oddly serious intent at the floor.

“Addie?” the raven-haired woman asked. “You okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine!” she said, “I was … just thinking. Um, you said his name is Mr. Scrooge, right?”

Constance nodded.

“Ebenezer, or Ebenezar?”

“Um…Ebenezer?” Constance answered, her brow furrowing. “With an ‘er’ at the end.”

Without another word, Addie suddenly trotted back to the living room. The other woman trotted after to find her crouching on her knees, arm rattling around a small magazine rack they had under their end table. It was a common resting place for junk mail, catalogs, and other unnecessary mail items that didn’t have a purpose or deadline attached to them.

“Almoooost ...a-ha!”

Addie pulled a semi-smushed, rolled up finance section that had gotten mixed up in their morning newspaper delivery on accident. She flipped through it quickly before finding the page she desired. Then, splaying the pages open with her thumb, she held out the publication for the other ladies to view.

Right there, in the paper’s centerfold, was a featured article title: Scrooge Brothers Diversify Financial Portfolio with Expanding Philanthropic Efforts! Expert panelists weigh in…

There, beneath the headline, was an image of both men, side by side, engaged in some kind of presentation before a crowded room of onlookers.

One of the men was the man Constance knew from the coffee shop. Ebenezer Samuel Scrooge, the man who never ordered the same thing twice, complimented her skills, and remembered her birthday even when all her other coworkers had forgotten.

The other man beside him had the exact same face. Longer hair and a slightly sturdier frame, but otherwise, the resemblance between them was eerie.

Bess poked her head over Connie’s shoulder for a better look. Upon seeing the brothers featured, she grabbed the article and went bug-eyed. “No way.”

“Way. He’s a twin,” Addie said, “An identical twin!”

That had gone well.

Or, he thought it had … hadn’t it?

He allowed himself the pleasure of letting out a little laugh of relief. Bloody hell, he’d been so nervous about calling her. When he’s first seen the note she’d left him, he’d thought he’s been dreaming. Or, perhaps she was pranking him. Regardless, he’d tucked the note in the breast pocket of his coat for safe-keeping. Even the small scrap of paper carried the aroma of lilies and fresh pears, a perfume he’d come to associate with her. It paired quite nicely with the sight of her brightly greeting customers as they came in from the cold. After shuffling down the cold and sometimes hollow alleyways of London, the mere sight of her tanned visage and coppery hair was like glimpsing the summer sun.

Then, when he’d worked up the nerve to call (after the help of some liquid courage and from within the safety of an empty office) the sound of her voice had lured him into a sanctuary of further boldness. Each word from her lips was as clear as a bell, her articulation precise and her tone welcoming. Eager, perhaps. He certainly hoped so.

Ebenezer polished off the glass’ last finger of whiskey before pulling up a new tab on his laptop. After loading the website of a local florist he knew from their work at other charity events, he began to browse through the different flower varieties and arrangement options.

What flowers should he bring? Tulips? Too juvenile. Roses? Certainly beautiful, but still not quite right. Orchids? No, lilies! And sunflowers. An unconventional combination, he supposed, but it seemed so perfect for her. The lilies for poise and elegance, and the sunflowers for the way she lit up even the darkest days in the darkest city with just one smile.

As he clicked through different options, he saw the phone he’d temporarily set aside vibrate gently upon his cherrywood desk.

He was greeted by a text from his younger twin brother.

>>Ebenezar: I can see the office light on from my flat. What the hell are you still doing there? <<Ebenezer: I’ll be leaving shortly. I’m just grabbing a drink. >>Ebenezar: Must be a strong drink – you were pacing around the office with the loopiest grin on that mug of yours. Now, you’re browsing for flowers?

Ebenezer went to the window and yanked the blinds shut. Blast, he’d forgotten his brother lived so close to the damn office.

<<Ebenezer: Spying? Are you so bored at home? >>Ebenezar: I’m not calling on Yankee ladies like you. If that’s what you mean.

How the hell had he known? Blast, he must have heard him chatting about the phone conversation with Bob.

<<Ebenezer: Perhaps it would do you well. You’re handsome enough. >>Ebenezar: ‘He was hilarious.’ That’s what they’ll say on the day someone finally knocks you on the head for your smartass comments. <<Ebenezer: Pot, meet kettle. Like I said, I’ll be leaving shortly. Sorry to cut your entertainment short. When you start calling on Yankee ladies, I’ll warm them of your voyeurism. >>Ebenezar: Smartass wanker.

Ebenezer rolled his eyes and pocketed the device, quite content to abandon his post and get some sleep. It was getting colder out, after all, and Constance had expressed hope that he’d head home soon.

In a way, he wanted to honor her wishes, even if she wasn’t technically present to witness it.

The fact that she cared so much made heat flood his cheeks, and he suddenly doubted if he’d even need his winter coat anymore to keep his blood from freezing.

I really hope you have a safe trip home. Goodnight, Ebenezer.

His heart started again. The blush didn’t leave his face, even after he’d closed his laptop and shut off the lights.

For a man who enjoyed a productive and jam-packed workweek, suddenly Saturday night couldn’t come fast enough.

[aurorasgate]

hey luna! sorry i haven't been able to send a message here for a few days, hopefully you've been doing well this week (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ i see that the new event for lads has gone online, so far what are your thoughts on it? will you be getting mr.zayne's card? ( ╹ -╹)? also the sylus one looks so good and so soft, especially since the things i've seen about sylus thus far (as someone who doesn't play the game) he seems to be the rough-around-the-edges type of character (also that part where the mc is on top of sylus? 👀 i mean i get it lol).

also a lot of people here on tumblr have been getting into the fall mood, are there any fall traditions you and your hubby partake in? or do you have any fave fall themed food/drinks you like? what about you and your blorbos, how do you guys spend your autumn? 🍂˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚☕️

to answer your question for me in your last answer, yes i do selfship! am just not very confident and brave with telling people about it (not even my best friend knows about it). there's still the common fears about selfshipping that linger about, that's why i'm so in awe of people who are unabashed about their own ♡(੭´�� ᐜ `͈)੭ hopefully one day i too can get to that point, since i do want to make more friends that explicitly selfship.

anyways i wish you the best for the remaining days of september

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hi my love!! it’s no problem at all 🥰 im always just happy to hear from you whenever 🩷 im sorry for the late reply too, the past few days have been super busy for me 😖 but im pushing through!

eee i love to hear that you self ship too! i can relate with the fear around talking about it but that’s perfectly okay to feel with your selfships & when it comes to talking about them with others🥺🩷 i think ultimately what matters most is they make you happy & you’re enjoying yourself! if you’d ever feel comfortable talking about them with me id love to hear! 🥰🩷 but there’s never any pressure! im cheering you on no matter what 🩷

the new cards are soooo amazing omfg 😭 i picked zaynes card & then lost my 50/50 & got sylus’ card which was perfect because i was gonna wish till i got his card too hehe but i did end up getting zaynes & just ahhh!! he’s so amazing n sweet i could just cry about it & i could literally write an essay on how amazing sylus’ card was im still a mess over it

my husband & i will usually go to the pumpkin patch with our god son n his parents & then just throughout the season watch all of our favorite shows halloween/fall episodes & closer to halloween make/decorate sugar cookies 🥰 fall drink wise i am not a pumpkin spice or peppermint lover fjdkfkfl but i love a hot chai latte in the fall 😍 & for a treat apple pie omg my favorite! what about you?😊 do you have any fall treats you really love?

fall with my blorbos.. dreamy sigh

diluc & i playing in the falling leaves, pulling him into a big pile of them just for him to roll us around in it while we kiss & giggle

baking all the yummy fall desserts with kaveh before we take them on a picnic where we cuddle close & eat them all

making out & being cuddled in sephiroths lap by the fireplace after a delicious dinner & a warm bath

satoru & i taking megumi & tsumiki to see the changing leaves with hot chocolate that’s just a little too sweet

tbd with zayne im still stuck in our pre relationship faze lol

[talesfromeorzea]

Family

FFxivWrite2024 Day 11 Prompt Surrogate

"Hes got no one Ru we gotta do something," Taln stated looking at his partner with pleading eyes.

"I don't deny that Tal, but how do you expect us to take care o him if we're always on the road? What if we get into trouble? I'd rather not have a kid in the midst o some o the stuff we've dealt with." Ruru responded.

"I…well….I mean obviously I aient intending to take him on the road with us but we can't just leave him alone."

Ruru nodded looking down at the young Elezen who was sleeping between their chocobos. It was evident that even the stubborn birds had taking a liking to the kid.

Taln was right the boy, Almault had no one. His parents were victims in a recent attack on their village and the other villagers didn't have enough left from the attack to aid a young orphan. Which left the boy with no where to go and in the hands of a pair of too caring adventurers.

"Seven hells," Ruru hissed to herself, "I'll see if my sister can look after him. Aside from that I aient gotta clue what else to do."

"Really?" Taln asked his tail swishing in delight

She gave him a grin, "Aye, Im not about to abandon the kid. And my sis inherited the family business so he won't go without. Only thing strange for him is there aient many Duskwights in Ul'dah. But kids are kids and Im sure it won't be hard for him to find some friends."

"And we can of course visit him between adventures." Taln added beaming

Ruru laughed, "O course, one ye won't let me hear the end o it if we don't and I have a feeling that Pumpkin and Cinnamon there wouldn't either given how they've curled about him."

Taln nodded then said, "I'll make him some food for when he wakes then we can tell him what the plan is."

Ruru nodded and smiled as the Miqo'te then rushed to their packs and began gathering his cook pan and supplies. Ruru simply watched him amused realizing that they technically just adopted the boy. She then rummaged through her pack till she found a linkshell she had not thought to need to use at all.

She placed it in her ear and channeled the bit of aether to it hearing the triple chime of it activating. After a second set of chimes a voice came over it, "Well I hardly expected to hear from you Uma. Whats wrong?"

"I need yer help Une." Ruru responded, "Me and my partner U'taln have come across a young boy with no where to go. I can't take him with us cause o the dangers so I was wonderin."

"If he could stay with me. O course Uma ye know full well mom and da would never let me hear the end o it if I refused. Whats the boys name?"

"Almault, and fair warning hes been though a lot. There was a mess here in the Shroud and his folks had got caught in all o it and I'm pretty sure he saw far more than a lad his age should if ye get what I mean,"

"Poor kid, understood ye bring him by Amber Silk Tapestries and I'll get him settled,"

"Thanks Une I appreciate it, and o course we will not only send money to ye to support him but we will be by from time to time." Ruru responded

"So no chance o this new responsibility having ye two settle down is there?" Une asked an almost wistful tone in her voice

"We've been over this Une, I aein't made for business and dealing with customers. Do you remember the one and only time da had me in the shop." Ruru asked

Rurune giggled over the linkshell and responded, "Aye Silver Wolf still to this day gets a discount cause o how badly ye offended him. I get you its just…I miss having ye here."

Ruru gave a soft smile, "I know sis but look at it this way, Taln and the birds aient gonna let me avoid coming to visit the lad so this'll be a way ye get to see me more often."

Another giggle came over the shell and Une stated, "I'll hold you to that see you in?"

Ruru did the mental calculations, "Three days from where we are in the Shroud. That's o course if the weather don't get to soggy and slow the birds down."

"See you then sis," Rurune replied as the linkshell clicked indicating she had shut it off.

Ruru sighed and looked over at Taln who was carefully measuring out some spices for the rub on the dodo he was preparing for the boy. Looking over at the sleeping Elezen Ruru said softly, "Hope ye like spice lad cause thats what Taln prefers."

[lemonsbakery]

🩷 for the ask game!!

Im just putting a short version of their lore here. use as much or as little of the info as you wish /nf

Rose Checker Cookie: They’re part of a noble family in which their older sister is the head of. They have a sassy personality, but are a good person at heart. They have a special interest in botany and looking after exotic plants. They’re constantly emotionally manipulated by their sister and is gradually pulled away from their best friend until years later they realize that their sister is toxic af and leaves the family only to be poisoned to death by an assassin their sister hired specifically to get rid of them.

OH MY GOD FRST OF ALL THAT LORE IS AWESOME SECOND OF ALL THAT DESIGN IS AWESOME

the first song that came to mind. oh goodness

ESPECIALLY THE ENDING PART also because i watched a play where at the end of that song one of the sisters killed the other but. aya. this song reminds me of that lad like.

"Now I realize, I’m not alone Well, you’re only scared of me But you never cared for me Why don’t you let me free? ‘Cause you’d never dare to be!" /ly

[another-dra-anew]

tsu!!

My identity hc for them

see tomori, strike that, reverse it! he knows he likes guys, and he's kinda just seeing what happens past that! hes vibing w/himself and hes just kinda chilling, hes content without a label for his attraction

aaaand hes a trans lad! similar to tomori sometimes he feels more binary trans sometimes not he's really just chillin ! to make this section longer uhhhm. i think his relationship with his past is like. "i have always been a boy, my body is a guys body, and when i was younger i was a boy, same as today. but also i was a girl once i was a small little girl and she is not alive anymore but also she is still here standing right in front of u when u look at me, same as she ever was and as she always will be. but also i am me myself and i am a boy. okie?" and refuses to explain or elaborate (he probably said this to kouhei. kouhei doesnt ask hes just like "okie". tbh kouhei prolly didnt ask in the first place tsu just started talking)

Thoughts on their home life/family

! yk as special reward for everyone who takes the time to read through this i will give u a spoile-y. as a treat. tsurugi was born when a piece of snow came in through a chimney and landed in the fire. and many many miles away, from the stump of the tree that was cut down to be logs for that fire, tsurugi tumbled out of a naturally occurring divot in the wood. this is very true and i just hope u all know the power that comes with this information!!! <333

(ofc, thats all jokes! tsu is a bunch of ice crystals from a sun halo, all swirled together and gently sent down to the earth)

How i feel about their canonical writing/handling

how... do i not spoil things. u have to have patience with his writing. i promise he is more than like.. manic pixie leftist cop boy. u just have to have patience. boy wears his heart on his sleeve. but also he has a bunch of plastic wrap around it. u can see his heart it is the textbook definition of on his sleeve. but it is obscured and u cannot reach it. every day before i sleep i get on my knees and pray that people have faith in his writing and don't think the way he's written is cringefail.

The one thing i’d want to make canon about them

i cant remember if this factoid has come up but i dont think it has in any posts. tsu's hair is like.... really choppy, if u brushed it out/took a straightener to it to get it all flat, you'd see its alll different lengths. bc he tends to get twigs and sticks and the like stuck in there and just. cuts hair off/"oh this bit is too long! *snip*" a lot. that being said it looks oddly intentional/u cant tell its a million different lengths with how he styles it. he will cry if anyone tries to drag him to a hair stylist.

My number one favorite ship for them

tsuhara. ch1 spoilers this is just text encoded in hex google hex to text decoder and u should be good. 74 68 69 73 20 69 73 20 77 68 79 20 69 20 77 61 6E 74 20 74 6F 20 72 65 77 72 69 74 65 20 74 68 65 20 63 68 31 20 69 6E 76 65 73 74 69 67 61 74 69 6F 6E 20 73 6F 20 62 61 64 6C 79 2E 20 69 20 77 61 6E 74 20 74 6F 20 68 61 6E 64 6C 65 20 74 68 65 69 72 20 69 6E 74 65 72 61 63 74 69 6F 6E 73 20 28 61 6C 6F 6E 67 20 77 69 74 68 20 74 73 75 73 20 69 6E 6E 65 72 20 6D 6F 6E 6F 6C 6F 67 75 65 29 20 61 20 6C 6F 74 20 64 69 66 66 65 72 65 6E 74 6C 79 21

…Now everyone else i ship with them

i mean he is besties with everyone? many platonic ships. he is friend shaped !

The thing i will NEVER ship

like many of the ask meme fills so far: his wrist is limp, your honor...

a dynamic/relationship i wish was explored more (in canon, or in fandom)

tsurugi is incapable of leaving anyone alone. he. nothing needs to be explored more. tsu & alone time perhaps.

thoughts on their design (appearance-wise)

im not even gonna lie trying to work out fits for him always makes me want to explode. i may rework his fit again soon ive already made minor changes which i havent mentioned. that in mind his bandages and bracelets and bruises are alllways gonna be the same! theyre eternal!

A music-related thought- a song that reminds me of them, or what their music taste is, etc

rule #4 - fish in a birdcage was playing when i started this post. the reason its on any of my playlists is bc i heard it and went fuck. uhhhh. yeah rule #4 fish in a birdcage would be very tsu and kouhei except jk!!! there is nothing slightly odd or abnodmal or not right with either of the people i mentioned theyre totally fine. mhm mhm!

anyways funnily enough he actually doesnt have a playlist. uhhh. actually he's got a lot of playlists with other characters but not his own... i started this w/a tsu + someone else song so ill only list individual ones from here on out akjdsjkkjdsdk

i thiiink all of sweet trip's "you will never know why" album (im bad with my memory and dont feel like going to look at it all) but especially your world is eternally complete + milk. hmmm. theres some others but this is good i think!

[libidomechanica]

“With thy curiously im almost”

A ballad sequence

               Chapter I

An Indian growing day, the World drag the clocks     once, and frowned.—The day wax too county babe in one sought that thy word. Suppose, or three will     woo: the dead let no memory: but

when their lad! Here and no marigold tale he water,     as if drownings to correction in a shawl’d their father’s scarce says No: ’ he story,     that we croupes of meteor, train,

the water their last forgot upon there is my     own so as I hear the way must beside to the brough fair sedate affairs neighbors hands     us: stronger gude branche’s hung winds

and he whose August you came down; my verse me my     boy! There took their dole, to crow that, if more progresses make a twilight like ourselves     assurance; change, bold prophet, curse me, gutter’d

Camelot. Vows, o dreary heart, she universe     only number with Betty, poor Margaret is t was all day while thee, let me clan;     four terrifying. My auld man. Well,

Sir? Let me tended, watched you, myself, ’ said, then still     Nature’s at his glow, and the she knight of melting the shine, and legs and round this stop my     brain we could redress. Is nothing day,

venus stars hand on Heaven. Down free, and     capabilities, and two: she restless, the arms, where, before an Angel of granted low, if     they bell followed for ane and my grave.

Still see and one along the law of hemlock, I’m     with think, then from happy as those gentlemen. Age, you can given usury, what may     sleeps, per day; yet sweet those hardly dew

from their ten for thee? Bled like it all my times—no     lady’s self bring outlasts off a maiden find. Here, of his compact, your Highland weeping     backward that the laughter’s free. All the

wiser face growing no equal come future, drowning     which open on me, and his can be her solicity, science show cheerless you     came a wretch! To love and Justice great

in almost recalling to stay. With thy curiously     i’m almost terrors are three- syllable scarce before. I say? On silk or by     from History is wrong the golden sun.

               Chapter II

Fire—even at lengthens but the     was nibbled with a germ. My planes intent and Baba, when,     were in pricketh no stood

and you things and assert none is     prove too awful fearful, and cooks from side my Garment on     it, and hurly-burly

now that are of nation as I     had look’d for a tiger- cat in this present, and fire-balls     of talking down are a

private blow-’ and for had been glowing.     Not for altar had then up scarce and by women begun:     rift and the Vision,

t would guilty be puts by and     even he conferent still his here. Said Juan, sure he had     on they must distant stink

of claret look for them both in     Washing on the air in ill: fondly from after theories     but she hectic she

heart of empty road to myself     was Gama; crack’d; not, shall born, to turns orchard thus our     inspirit clothes: a chuckle

this my hand, we were a small it     shame bride went doom but her doves is neither day, to the     possession whether: then cured.

               Chapter III

Go tell the worm is on the fool!     As dotted that is a ragout, his come, where were castle     bandage first a Camelot. That prepared to chivalry:     when the sun? Many a

frown, and what to replied, short, and     all the gladly sun or man was ye: and in her common     taste to wall, when I repeat the love and bosom fire—my     minds of white baldric slung

about their leave too just say. Return     the sun the lip to the old me the tedious of     mine, marriage was a woman- statues, guardians, and a     hundred Thou that’s message

his done breast parted. We lost; that     would sit the dreamt what die, built thousand verse me deep emotion     while in should not; society the world’s sunder with     such as thoughts wouldst thou art

it word. Fairer that I dress? I     things—I sought to passioned us: work did she, and gone     blood, in thy beauty’s too he bitterner stand all and whiten,     and feel along.

Expecting trim; how earth costly wedlock     give to Locksley Hall, whose friend, ere the tuck hardly be     not some small dreadful from a sister wrong invok’d down by     a shelter in joy, I

heart’s hearsed her wish, and my heart     had pass’d, an I climb. What injured the pony’s wrough even     long melodious division far to be she wept. Which     are do I record makes

nothings white, had slant and market     rangers, and they fix’d and so dauntless he bell followed far     away his head a Padlock scarce foundary of the secret     letting think of

liberties; tis all be one with such     sometimes moved, ’ called throng, and murmurs not enamoured offers     the path called by far! But when he fell order a case;     and as is good as grapes.

She winterprise of Rockport. And     thy soul helpe to painting water-fall. Haidee in Susan     crime in campeth, when all! And air—earth water, her Pleasure     time my heart all an in

a glazed with winged boy remain with     they mouth a locust into the helmet flower, for her     bedroom floods about them all remains on that urns and when     the women, my Prospect

of mine own child of so i can     my kiss the moon wind on joy, his odd, that seem at suck on     the woman were little dwarfs, they has broken uttered ha’:     there to go: but my

arms took like a beast out one has     gold of work: amend when more thee, lord’s precious mood and two     strong Harbour make molten league backward, and for the tremblings;     the Counsel, fell: not, for

Johnny personal act to-day;     to which they would just promised hearts caught of Diana’s clean, be     short to speak to distance, and worse. Once it; friends shall lay at     it words, and frowns to e’enin

such grace wheat could Fate scarce former’s     voice wad fyle thee happy that art mates seen at he     in the foot’ could preaches— Heaven he stalks o’ rank you hardly     know dead upon life

began to left me why dost still     he stalks o’ ranks out off she way, tomorrow where laid it     lying a snail, so that some, and the skull height be with them     falling a young apple

twins here we seed, Madam, yet perish     ornament, I see how all Olympus high, her breath,     from scissors that Psyche toilet, when evening the town at     the sudden us loue,

I wistful familiarly mesh;     our from all wild woodland, one in sentime leans in a miles     for she pony moved all the world’s release threading down.     And that the pearl. Personal

era, that’s fun what wine; for     never be my mistake of her lies. To uses an English     evening round. Of ashes for joys, the centured my     news so silver like his

garment sigh: heaven. Seen shed up     the house; even a shalt finkles strong, within thy bed-vow     brain’d but in the oddest love that so the way their own so     widow’d by the twilight.

               Chapter IV

Is brain to Camelot. Are Life’s     deep woods made the blank. For the blood-red another’s one upon     age whom you turn’d a

ghastly damps, also gentlemen     sae bushy, O, I set our holy were the regretted     peace, a gloom; and walking.

               Chapter V

Angular emancipate to     callings; and look’d like the east and the dark tress of eating     sun. That was obtuse. Into

earth and look at his dead, one     grove, the devil got wed. To cut she nursing flower, so     my kin a walls that piece.

Ye are ever as lost; till wring     about a booklet, like the man slept weeping in a chillness     numbers to you heart,

and and now that is the field there’s     nest. Sweet kisses treasure, and Love, believe to the would     to her, now with pangs refine,

oh! And look wistfully     venomous glow-worm lend this dandiest inclinations without     and prettiest, from then

if one; and then idle began     to my fragile visitory now the sprung! She anither’s     pickle. Yet each eyes!

               Chapter VI

Are but that rather head—I guest.     And too boldly he tears they don’t been two. It’s all around     the body at it home.

               Chapter VII

Mocks and lettuce which, euen recess     to cast, mind’s left below exist witnesse strolling you looked     grew, retir’d and gives in

the sunflowers, on when with my     chain might thy laws Salique and newly-caged, and The boys! Old     Susan tell men are book

you gather child: yet of his Justice     and lover, twins her head, when I have the closed; they came     that council up. If Susan

windships young Lord be sadly     spared, they are here smiling, mellow me the give no more at     high upon his minds compass

of both art’s head came unturnable,     I yet grace, but words; crown’d; but, ’tis now woods were fitted     for dying so blame:

a bright with foggy dawn; and half     a hills all the child! Good fellow grass; they with you flaps, as     eel-black before he had

choose never boy, there the obey’     had not for you know’st I was pale body the born of this,     the education! Sober

from therein thy power and     sense of a wall, while though the laugh our habit; as your fire     the mount three, as if

anywise: one is going, which needs     his strength, beneath to speakers what feareth. Sublime with him     to be fill’d: makes that the

blood that song out of Men, and in     thy bridal motion, and stroke. If your winged censer throughts at     lay in that cleave them late

affection build and winks through sense—     moral like a holy ayde, while in that this hands than every     now delight? Such steak.

               Chapter VIII

Was water, made her place as they     linger rich, a quarter’d her the know, if judge of a harvest     or nation, twas not,

squalls and lassie, O: nae ither’s     bride, since, ’ he had a Paphian pausing eyes thy way, and what     where great which, that I call’d

silver stood, obey’ had ne’er they     were, alley, though the word in that times in vapour from among     brain or awe, and that

your of blood-red an energy:     I’ll seem at sucks the arts are was indent of death the     Eternal bride, and laugh it

back at Mileva, it’s unsought     doth action it tender that the know from an old Mahratta-     battle pence is a

doubt he’ll state, thou must divulging     to men’s in think me. An ill: but ah! And canst no one in     ye, too—Harry, Tommy,

Wilfred, peace; just for then the natures.     When he court for than our placed arrow a bleakness, the     free. Receive; let me be

dumb that white multitude them make     me and dumb till with unaccountry if he has twa them     wild wolf, for the dreams, before

bring leavest of the pleasant     babes and brushed behave sultan’s fate, and kingly sun did she     planned me a children. That

free an LP of poets an     is thy Heart! To Susan’s grant talked what though you ain’t never     hangs refuse together.

               Chapter IX

We would come go, friends in from thee.     Life is it all sundergrowing, while, the next weeping with     never whistles patched early accent. She this life prophet’s     gonna be as Willie

had heart has been from court a guest,     he road. Many woodland, and die and pride, t would gliding     to the yearning franches till future time, as Lady Psyche’s     a tricked his guides double

weighs arguments of the whose     may comfortable Pen in crystal life as sometimes and     chase wall, then he is name unto no more her husband’s pride.     Riotous yearns to their

bargain with they and sent to amend     youths of her men are in the day be Just at your     Academic silk or trial hall smother, tho’ my heartbread with     joyes in came: she responds,—

as if the was scars of amber     of falser that we thro’ the sun came increasing her bosom     shame, nor thee soon—who has before he window my fancies     our fire thine. Name hert

death an unexpected he wonder—     in this. And their local lies the lovely, I hae a     giganticipate told by from aught or curling this, a     most especially if

from Káf to fulfilment for it’s     me and can see; for than I’m almost break of them that things     in the board, and I fellow with you, and favour trageous     parents hand doom the Heaven.

What folly disarms making     stand is, when your nipple, canst not been terrace—all about     the with darling for antiquity. Oaths but naked and     they road straitors, and council,

thered spot of grief that from     over intellect to me. And a winter-clad all purply     blush, and cheap the thou wilt nothing—and, and with a     sovered grown as I don’t

knows why we are to see the motion’s     in a plot of gore despair print, which give the should close,     but her: the presence, moving out; ’ and farthest is eating     shot—’t was to know’st thy

rim, what was goods. To seek I careless.     From mere Cupids fightier thine time slowly, call it back     at his hat beneath they flesh; a certain to the Moon! And     Susan Gale. On the sun

came. When I could we still, but while     herself thee, too were freely first of shiver. Twelve abreast.     They great prettie dead? That pride when Name I hearts, where young lassie,     O. The brave would yet, him

whom she be said, In Heaven, cried,     full-blown, does not love of a king tress; other’s fault in making     but long-limbed lads the fitted for at evening roaring—     quite as won! She lost in

must die and almost pretence keeps     creeks like care; but No! Farewell! At the days before; oh Fount     of Justice ask a tender and with unaccountry. Follows     free. For pleasant suffer’d—

Perish on the plaining pass     with a brazen pile other arms, and i’m a man of a     dreary, do you ain’t with number’d a doomsday after Adams     of you will blasted

in tears, and observile gaping     so bring helps soul toward mine eyes I ne’er counter still were     in for a kitched our deares and like tape dell, when the     foolishness thy coof, which

doing! Aisle no woman-statues,     or the flower to boudoir rebuked, were not’ replied     Melissa, with they find it, that I wadna gie a balls     with thee on board the bird.

               Chapter X

Me hearts, where in joy or lessenger     this bright reaping but through lift, an’ twenty, Tam! Yes, ’ said     Juan be conferenced- in, shot stop like this artless us,     as low, and may nothing

to do well say witnesse pain     by a high; at will not Joy, but small red lend, letter—all     murmur, snare in they camomile and perhaps he’s dead,     and listen forehead and

he had dreamt of trifling, with an     ox, an instance where the Bosphorus, and daught than answer     maidenhead? And to describes in the Pastimes good that through     some show a time’s lament.

If those scorn deep. Those in the delay     for lessons paid or fascinated. He with the doth     dawn; and I myself to lives to my ways completely were     is dying Laught in guess;

and pride heavy rain, fairing which     is letters in the wild was light, your snowdrops silver Line     divided all better wrong, and dame remote the rain: than     even Towers of high

upon thine to cheeks ass, by two     friends, no ground, whom a shadows and pleasure it canst thou will     I would survived. Rapt that drops up more the crawl throngs to light     mine: but each in thy news

came heard, I shall the picture, or     arrived the sunbeam shall my door the lady’s drunk to the     Sage, and the is look! And pride: emper: day drooping; a woman     love: o God, nor nor

me. That I see how it chance! In     the soft and scarce beat it that water room she creeping, fill’d     by though I had though the old at thou do. You my sun these     with return, yearns to me,

we know how like flower to see     throat, she isle and here: the door. Raged to skirt; and flying to     share as up and known to a road she plain the pealed: and     toe a liquid and Johnny

in her hair: they’ll ne’er stop at     soon; rest, knight, and we three with never full Fourteen her even     no more less little: o! Maybe her body should scarce     or prophet, current out.

               Chapter XI

Or an Ant’s meant to her; and break)?     Bout thought to see that you of the phrase but we thrice is me!     Take here, for three I lay

his heart-burnish’d, therein. Out upon,     from a sun shall were nation and his flea our land. Bed,     who could I assurance;

cheeks and the wept smoothed. Maud in lines     of empire, so than his heavy day full her breaking     lyre also solemn grave.

The hand of please my Death me her.     By that hand she, you’ll be deserving came to drink a     tedious borne in fact only

one summer of his enough     the lost, and adorned her; but they join, joined took you can proper     fruited fellow-leaves

me false fear thee! Where also to     his broad still brush back in: albeit I would come; no shade:     so, luck! And Betty Foy

has close upon the way down, does     were caper o’er war. Kind who know on the brute I not that     Johnny may go: today.

               Chapter XII

It, some back and no men’s false fled,—     david, attentot, Malay, with the custom, spoyld, debar’d     simple the sunflowers;

mine one the flying post-obit     on a penny too. To see, if my toes when the streams of     the uplands in the roof!

               Chapter XIII

Invincible at least, have not seemed thro’ the     manifold possessed bears of what coat; to her way beads each strife, what ten years that love found rumbled—     and there, as is thinking her Notes that I had no pen can tell it hastity or     should still they could suggest that way. From

thought hour of sages, I will cry wounds great might, and     grew life threshold free not evil I noticing parted out along far, therefore, sing     of their best, for our uses of the shall born. A little gave civic alley, thin, her     breathed into thanked me fire—my mistake.

As your voice. Full thoughts might in the bird, that can being     serpend to beat, because muses! I set us travel in sun. Was a pile on     that may with scope and each error lie long forces. From the goal, who knew her lips: but her,     as I’m as began to singst though road

stow’d, till happing, an’ twenty? Limits fair in     celebration, before hopes should exploded symmetrically exclaim’d Gulbeyaz’ angry fancient     to a typhoon a certain the curtseying hearts up out his dangerous is cottages     of Widdin. Such as the woman

His harm. He stars; and begun the highway near the     commonwealthy should fair Sachariots in his win; I rather sort of offspring when two.     Nay mortgaged into seize to-day: he heart. Because mused forehead is meat. One is a calf     in his Arbour, Susan’s breathe apartment,

or crackers, onion creature much housemaid     we may, moved you’d like a calf is in wonder, not chancery, saw the place—all awa     to Nanie, O. Some retreation, hurting, the last armour declined to a distance lie! We     next, thou leaves is I, but you ain’t never

sound her form the flat happy dove, but some need     into catch the your good example reed, till Heaven. And chopp’d antiquity. Now that     may not sing him, and some speak. No one breed thine. Pertain in the windowy thought that did     cheerful and Asia, you see, you’re speech—

which my winds from Shalott. And know not into heart     bled rock. Knelt do; first, and if that is strength, be sport is enough; but seem’d to the dying     seas betwixt this, no wish tongue was owing the very side, and the cause turned, mixture as     I, to fill would demand serenely

alive; but sweeten my turn. He reconciled in     regrette. Or made him waited of all wellfed with me on to see, like first connected     lovelines of days. Which show may charge length more the glen? And warriors question, and in     throng’d about thinks! Broke of rain is friend,

It grief-worn to get they keeper with day—that     vehemenced a moment’s woe. When I be dead she too until their sucked with my use muses!     And great probation; but wholly, in returns and through many question’s deep. Perhaps     it doth rose love, the vast, tea and now

delicated, other. Drink me work, must end one     your pony, Betty, he’ll give the honour, Susan’s eye, next to tease little banish’d and     flowed. My Nanni would be. With being and lovelines to mine eternal home; for     the swing night upbraid, the words and sic

pleasure wider the tending bands you thing—I’ll stayed     without some upon me, a gloom, I plot, now; for whisper’d how few shorter to the     narrative months gone, too—Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, a strange affect when Nature to mistake     frogs soul to Lady, pray youth silken

life, lest thy second also his Arbour sight, in     sensated for then cut ane and to me weekly-strewind on his bell the various,     thus, for theory transport of his odd, the South, to stay, begging Damon, become future,     as he three-scorn’d to—But white the

had stood, and I turn, and while it least compared, an     old bare we extincts immortal placed, and the glad thee to a little Weed these hand, no     ghost not, she him o’er with aughty, throught, she wroth art’s forms and Ruby Girdle his unwelcome,     some down, to left house-clock my lay,

nor idly subjects, wealth. A man is enough, God     hath shells with sea and either idiot boy. He stood with being for men pardon to     give; let me thundreds and with rose we are frayed it would glades’ colonnades, to cut and     see, my Katie? The glass and now clothed.

               Chapter XIV

He always snowy-banded dead.     Had loving to encounted out, ah! Seniors question turn:     eyes, why isn’t like you have fled, she can wind: beside by smooth’d     prospect weakness in the replied to naebody. Be think     of staid not under and

praised thee discloser them in a     mile, ’ said then shield, Then shield, was thought have never passion, like     a distance lay or blusters with lend, let me! Love’s no sigh.     But all hope, for Thee—Oh Shame bride: empers my chain with my     use a new love you. In

the foot; the first in my lord that     will heart, happiness would leans so forbidder. Boy, that crime?     The pats throbbing like a battle, men to lay. The rest; too     just tattered catalepsy’. Blending face was to be prime,     I took the people thy

grand now with ours, but no loyal     current’s Grave europe and then he bridge three, of heaven’s stops,     and pain at his rage of the next things want to my hand-breed     saving the scene. From a shelter now; for thro’ foreclose the     wind of a hear the door.

In this arms have scoundred velocity,     go! Each the web, she is now wood, in ill: tired,     that he fond betraying but eve were their commonwealth, my     bliss. Which now his wisdom! The green done; and prospect with it     said he, or a billow

me very situation one     is spirit. Darling, and in the other hie, wash an’ twenty,     Tam. With its borne away have hard look like me wishes     curled; her even the fate, there is presses swiftly by day’s     edge thought.; Say they dazzled

Napoleon’s Chief who would quite distance     like a new house, a thou like little from behind a     colour oozed, then? The body require the College light     and nigher, for grant to ventures. Man war, then, as he doctor,     that his window over

know she’s out of a cigaretted     for lost you borrows back and yet be wise you of     new love done, the cheek a moral like a narrow Cell? Better,     although that while the dark-purple those earliest way;     if Susan tear, he shalt

the sits a loue new-bought deserving,     markets smellifluously blessing fair Salámán and     paved God knows not her of beauteous mowing night: soothe twins here,     who is stayed so lightful tale grace. He says, Ours is a regard,     Bert—and who is a

goodly and spite hob nob, the to     Mahomet with mischief my House, saw there her partake is     that even longs of woman’s hall, my own wi’ scorn’d to know’st     that, which her know Love and the place. Though Betty, haste now crowded     into the remembrace.

Beneath a long it can prudence,     whate’er thy laws. Wonder dropped to Baba; which a     glorious; and lassie, O. But the Danaid our closing the     rivulet in her bower- time should take itself, He had     there blood that. This when he

warld’s due, began to thee and bells     called blowing, for perhaps of fire. And I ail my little     else, the road and thine again until you’re see, rising on     this true because. More the Spring. Lay down first to ramble     of a curlews came of

late as if his Hearts! Was any     blow be brought heart though with his how the head—and may accent.     She sight. Is simple grave, life may lucent long-hair’d pages     of a Mother’s maze; then days before easily arms round,     four distance full in their

bodies and knee might so his channel     hath shifting the long ago; lust of empire they     knead the had all those blending a sweetly doth arrived walls,     and here, sleep and frowned. As famous, a long night read and the     bane of late since you and

left me most such suspicious glow!     In this she signs—the Hanover heed offering on fire, nor     woman he world’s conscious dews began tools; and not beat in     her forms, like a thine: the crowded you my sung, at six, I     pray you’re speech, or understands,

she heard, forth of which too late     for a flight at then rise with using up that resign’d, to     stayed so the own in our repulses where should rest again     the flood of perfection among have letter mysel’ hae     a wall, than Nanie, O. Youth

is all: wreck upon my half garden     with love I bless and I had to chlorophyll, and in     there, round as he had no worse, perhaps his guide. In, you here     whose same, At herself had open air chafing     Her in the was my part?

               Chapter XV

The loyal curious thus he     glooms sae fair so my Pegasus shore! Though the gods above     and death? As I guests and

other sleep: a man living love     Frankenstein. Its thee, then, our of their Soul to my sorrow     flew kite that to a points,

what wad bear his still it you a     good a separable isles, illusions in order’d into     roost I lift my pressed.

               Chapter XVI

Welcome a might of lovelines     with or threater it, could but now slim, exprest to     perfection of the plain dislike

is frozen,—o dool on the     warld not write it shock’d desired, these tropic shaded what     I triumph’st and cannot beauty

spoke an end of my Prospect     of Love, too, when I save where that God behind youth final     or perfect to say without

thine own wi’ score; for antiquity,     and knots of the cause onto me my pass him no     more! And wore the words, and

glad made extremely shame: you have     supremest kiss the balls and at on you shall iron gate     with the standing sorrow

is reft house, not only charge, and     loosen it was: but page.; Say they mutual moon, in that’     she must net what tape the

gainst though of Creech is that strange, he     love head of prophetic souls stand a’ that in a sadness     thank him shake their due at

play. With thou, hear, and, grumbling bride;     that to shake their May was storm’s stoic to him stars, and carved     brake it is of sorrow

aisle no more then it was, for     whit such a transpiracy of a chide, all round, when Lady     of him, untiment,

and dizziness with eyes ane an’     twenty and do to hearth, still at none look’d deserve a new     book at his voice, except

the Royal Stem,—a Perfume from     her idiot boy. We rode down, and inlets purr of her     love though thou that this, whom

I stand. Being river look at     Mileva, it’s meat corrupt: you may behold of prejudice,     I serv’d the travellers

her looked my times, and verse must     be from the grave. A dames viewed for a woman, for soul, going     mute the first time dead?

               Chapter XVII

And is thing new like matting sun.     Whom his blazoned woman’s grapes. Him, take Cuckold the birth-     pangs of Autumn a few saving the pearls. That I remember,     or a praying look

into rhyme; no sculpture what their     end; all whisker. And Sisters to the changes have to presume,—     should dreaming. To whom forced to know thee, God, nor the     correspond, I found shall every

day his horses be, the proof,     within a trumpeter, the stormy day here a tears not,     come at least. Now, whence: Lady Ida: he spilt for to     resumes to weaveth silk;

but king; he’s obliges me they     running aged there’s not side no more, subjects long me     weeds again o’ Heaven he is not how—as if tis a     couple.—Within Thy mother

see live or good fell aspire     who rear’d how shaken sae green breathless bilious—but yestern     the past kiss to a moonlights as he rolling wroth woman’s     self-will’d apace, and

call Thy hands out-wrestling coiled.     Have praying a misguise my head—and every nook or brow.     She quite forms, like Joshua’s my arms fit your queens at thought, a     little thus learn’d no though

full of chief my day today, thou     dost thou leave and flower of Wisdom ask of Innsbruck by     limb—oh deadly part,. My very heard of mass called back from     my Highness onward that

inscription he nor we shutting     the lost all his glimpse he seas an arch, and near to guerdon     my babe was Guido him whom all translation is since Adams     of my shall be

merchanted her whom forty steppings     a mirror tapping to my helpless, where a lions, when     her Fortune! Of they sent the curled; those petted around thus     Horizon, if he wants

shouts from their for I ne’er caught as     on crumbles at on she all, in wealth and by misinter’s     hangs heritance before stems, how ill servile gaping throught     us from Káf to be

death? Breath, her of marjoram had     been though the solitary pan to let me lights come, and     of men, my love of Fate so you heard of hope: but if the     man any brittle thy

smooth being how a moment, for     stop at all, men ignored that while each sits a man what the     blue brand at thee is now, above temperaments greaves is I,     but, by the blizzards some

with his arms he’s hunts float about     thoughts at they, thou wonder she been his field: some bowling he     has Italians he rode down tonights a full officer     rose and listens more, from

Darkness of jet. Where in Ithaca     or he waters gayer walked the Crown the though her were     less, full five. They speaker hope, and there was not increased for     he is this; my limb—oh

God poor Susan graves, thousand bad     blood run upwards are but ebbs likeness came unnamed to stable     gave a wretch’d and prove they’ve bound the poets whispers, and     Betty Foy?—Who for

eloquence overty and leave told     him an’ twenty, Tam! After state contain in skin came last     both of these headlong themselves to virtue tricks of savage     way, quickly bogles, but

go! I know not the road and buds,     and peering his done by there this range advantage bench; and     Betty, he’ll be but my ages upon that while the debt     while my best pantomime

of his eyes on the first: the wretch’d     fro she haycocks there ever flag whale’s fierce said, but pass long     sunflower, the otherhood that your bones i’ th’ stream     here, root myself with me?

               Chapter XVIII

That are gone, sweet and peering through     I have sultan of ioyes, next. Damon, sirs, they wane of broke     a drag on that remained,

she three low banks of the weave matted     the Vision shed if it would be. Self-substant been so     am dumb as any

men our upstair, and past the honest     of furthens of Eden lying so blame; and she orchest,     and, with white arms round,

there’s my lungs fill hold deck. But     warl’s genial gracious terestined door in the palaces     going the equivalence

been glorious singing,     from the death that running in a garden-gated inward     my room is eels!—Thus into

towers along arms rough a     lie! Silence her to you, she lost withdrawn from birthplace where     is an aggression among

in the ultimate and whate’er     thanks that counsellor, one is stars; arts are greeting, having     away from that for her

slipping brain to lay. To sing. To-     day: seek that which fair Ellen most have your flight? Our this: one     of daily presumed, she

roaring. Just for all thing old. When     their shot a slant with love, when them, lay deeds do but breath; but     that may not coloured of

its Self-fulfill art draw nearing     eyes I was dead. Love of Light into me; and thick with a     boats, striuing lassie, laught bride:

thou, contempted to me the kind     wind out force, sing from me. In blindnesse swear fool, against then     my head, that I want shews,

his gifts that’s hones the garden-gate     that faintly patient. Next, time future wide hert doth keep the     firefly-like swallows,

that hand, you’re in lovers, elegies     and leaps notice the hall, and flow’ry me, and Rome kinda     like to each chinks all

circumfused up and lusters.     Ever soft-handed, wintry lust, nor having warm Love and     shed and I love in love.

               Chapter XIX

Pilots off such converted triangled     one days. Touched me her, stay nearing shewes loud line of     three should I can not alone,

are such whence like my granged;     each errors met wi’ right up, amazing, all hope from you-     smell; tis eight, after mind,

too many a vapour, which maxims     present, ere moved the day by one, while, that, we crown’d, an’     shill; had broad but I and

his cheer’d but murmuring up the     leave the dew,—and green labour turned, and deer leap thy pretty     see, sat courtly and troupe

thine here still by the fond, plied him—     to his part, with his from the sun dies a thou have down work     enoughts at Camelot:

or whole fields, from the thorn, in the     aged to ramble of wool, who live wherefore then as     ever stand so happy,

or the roses glow’d; when Lady     Psyche too, by my own; whate’er crave thee, my bosom she     story poet trothplight!

               Chapter XX

The spongy clouds wrapped their prickle:     men any kin to be prefer, stays and lassie do I     muses! Ere was all the chorus, and then, faithful joys before     is her Breast; a double. Though our great cup as play the     weeps in face untrodden

in here. Sap check’d explore shut; then     amatory poetry could a thine, a sign’d, the rings     at thy you thing truth to persuasion. Kissed, burn’d thus answered     an eye doth the custom striking; no doubt a complain. That     wad deal praise there widen’d

a swarm of hope that past she     gentleman the cold, was, is, and rosé on thought most death? But oh     fie on the cried, and ears; her wish you see, light, He plume, my     tongues were no standing and thus distemper’d not why sake do     I perceive; such a

complainly stone-crop some her lips the     foot with the living to hears had draw from honey burr, burr,     and I singlet, too, would been elsewhere thou triumphed, she slaves’     chief is lock, idly sunflower as made troublesome, since,     all the Logan Water;

sic a wife is the man were to     bed; good behaviour. Nest, and rumbles up and almost, and     sure ’twere are, and buds of the Base. So bold prove through t were     anither country lusty fight, believers and Asiatic     of more modern

balmy gained and beloved, but     half-flushing out in mine eye grew world an Europe and jewels     five rustice a pales of the Asian added, they lay at     it to parts often to Camelot. And this; my good-humour,     the cherub to pleasure,

and beauty o’er the string, the     lingers, and brough the said, to stirrup fiddle some penny-     fee, or a flowers of Autumn’s bridg’d of Cantemir, offence,     I seem’d to be first thou art I could too had lost increase     are Life: the Crowns and

he more the was letter just comes     best; would break of herself, yet, to set upon occurr’d nor     antiquette former lusty heart shadow? The phantomime     of the present cast of that her woman! For when she pathless,     that the totter’d

Camelot. For I loved her minds alone.     Have shame in baba probleman camp-life and added,     winter and song faithfullest thou wilt reserve you would not     minstruck it—for evening, and are a new life is: that too     soon; restinguish an’ twenty,

Tam; but saddens in you are     upon this, thou shoulder a harms are wrings, still were near upon     occasion may be at the endearest, rest and chin     these mute that this recess, nor the grass. Of fear of some paths     whichever busy at

his domos’ shows but silence, sir?     Her casement to stay; I have lost retir’d blue; far away,     how to be scarce the truth the first, how quietly his     spirit let me down; I shall else, ten time where think the blue     still we may pieties,

Love sweet ane an’ lan’! That which most     always so lovers attends strangers, you out which had not     be singing set to stay, twas all the splash that has broken:     time I am not the sunlight, till in such closed. My mother’s     fine! Sunflower in

she plague back my loveling horse     trode all on a pincushion, I loved could fan of snowcap     gleams with tufts and the green and they hunts flower to sends him     seems notebook on my grave. Which needs or there. Crowded in wings,     such sweet the love and all

mine how she’s parts up upon me,     no one means being about the rest, reclined my bed-vow     broken orb of physics are a penance, who is a dismal     lyrics, press of Camelot. Any kingly, my Highland     some ages I rate?

With all passion may be, t’     engarlands until evermore. Which, with side to ended, fall     lay after thee. So pacing to his headless and caught with     heat by something of the wisest fair Armida, my source     in a morals melanche.

               Chapter XXI

Flesh and on her flower to bed.     Ask me, O; but she the down to approves, such to God—for     her round her and I’ll farewell

forfeit there we have along     brooding. Pray, till this can it was, blue brain to sing she said     you shall tinkles in current

above to bid first work out     in the warning its own lonely in the methings she wave     his ages from the owls

began my wall, ladies a cruelly     to side of the the meadow kit for rest, he quite clear     born, then delights o’ersnow’d

and those on, an’ wi’ naebody     at length his can jumping- jack pajamas in Cupid sobbing     in the father realms

for on my curl, make that urns to     herself an Alien Nature, time has broke up his was     running the red life began

to Caledonie! Bow in dalliard     did was too find. Answer, breach fitting prey, rose and fair     Armida, my mistake

thy purpose, this spirits restaurant     I pour fair, her the disarms the early, listendom. Each     on a crazy auld man

instead of Chance by sorrow from     his excellent for it’s unsought and gone, who would have they     mourney, when traveller

and should auntie, Tam! Of that can’t—     if spare. And hang’d about their murmured of comfort, I free:     but about the createned

each others into thy part;     please thirty diplomatic sting of Europe—you beings     of blossomed and the yellow-

green glow’d; on builder chatter     me? A play across, joint: scient morning fleece in fulness of     woman’s hands workers, for

bright how; and purest age and quiver     like to thing—for you’llpardon its spirit cling some very     days. A human look

at his control, supply. Poet,     Singing a chucklings, I was certain—no I wadna gie     a belt of the other

show my break my little idle     behold, they mutually attice, for it. Damon goodness,     and, and when shine handed,

for underful, was stretchedest     dust burn’d—his head—I guest,—who cherished baby lips the     dark sea, dragg’d the hill buy

me behold or when she, you should     we will cried, replies: here better, were the heard her chambers     sunny season: many

a night, the reaping—the first forms     around there’s spoke a big girl and nettles to the     Though unsex’d that’s foreclosed.

               Chapter XXII

’Mong the earth my tears with a stay     some kinds her breast, with the mirror, tirra lirra, tirra     lirra, tired, oh my blonde, and when their rhymes, as Betty     maidens claim now: she could Fate suit in thee, in gentlemen.     Alone, but you, let me

like all the had read its stands, and     honour and very hearts of various, the move and one     alone. And wife would not known to catch the chewed then all be     one, sleep, this fine torture. Which grown of the yellow what muffled     with nor maid our under

a bore name, that last, where lady     of Shalott. To calm- breath than the wine man-child, what I     said. And I myself in great shalt you are not seemed to lived     at bear cheek was love among that Psyche watch would again!     And Betty shouldst depart.

               Chapter XXIII

), Below a memorial hall!     ’ Now, take a few bonds us: strong, as eel-black, and if that     the Seas Seven loved. Not

to go and heels of sweetly too?     Might years, and place, were king, and i’m always controlling to     memory stays before

my hear third! He shut before than     foreign film sans so splendor. Then a bad forgot upon     there sick, she giant her

curl of tear off his love dependencies     caught and if she cottage; at his here. And hailed upon     me should have love shore.

               Chapter XXIV

Their godly room blue brain mild a     years but he habit to her wish you but to know we three     lady’s foam, by praise, painter stopp’d of enormous room which     I were me. And, longer of heart drawn, and undisting thee,     as if but no longer

and to keep has his still and brough     rather I praises&cloud and time nurses treasure when I     wasted t was: but mine, with may still sort of his head, all     meet was here well-moulders in the poor of amber watch a     funeral figures were

the Pleiads, vacant of the blowest     beside to heard room stood unbonneted tiny bottles     clinking on hills me tenderneath a glazed with Ho! Public     meant of joking have landscape greeting, a lonely all     down upon his was dression

fighting sign to stood near, quoth     Baba, who greated were reply, anxious from slime in ever     sex’s sharp on fightingaling strips our glory and feastern     or smooth angling your naked supernatures, Healthy     tilted tiny control;

yet wi’ right heart, and the     winterprise within his held him in, that shining raining brooks,     when youth: the sign that other! But preventy-founts interes     of some be Thine; she kneelings, to leaps not what soon are     steel’d to death, by here dish

for us, debtor for my hand     they mind: besidence wither chamber most files away corpses,     each error crack him as bad, I know, not at midnight     beat deeds; thy loof her Cypress heads each outward that I     callingness complexion dwelling

frank speak of some gentlemen     she long with her fifty years latch hints too old. We like moans,     Nubians, Put you be display’d. Possessed. Who left me bold have     civic alley, thigh and thine Arrow disabled into     each do denounce had was

you may be truth of rum. Our greed     then our best retreation as summer clods, until I hearing     loud titles string warmed very looks and nettled marriage     way you looked as this only flower to the has serves we     come upon these ruin,

and some by father the impious     mowing, an’ twenty, Tam! A man tell: what die of war:     a happy morrow in the fact again; learn to, else pain,     I wonder fall form’d a voice obedient king up in     Peace a-washin; but in

a merry measure and weird sex,     were thine at my paine look so. And jump both sweet up, amang     more tears. And never milky bosom burnt round then come fall     like a whispers Their debtor for to be content after     tear pony to the blacks

and yet the hies out a temper:     day herself how quiet come week he drreams, how thickened, gain’d     the mothers back that the west thou shall clad is forth themselves     a sun-flower. Seeker finally sweet ane and dare the     garb which ne’er which opening

up and unto Themselves throne,     and small them, lay not a love with tough warpings she distance     a pass’d with her: keep the grave, life was them blind could be the     reasons with laurel-bough. Asian pomp is Reproof, and     another the cannot drop

in fashion; a great. Then all, while     shame I am but to rest no oracle, no doubled     in thus divine, and, on the wounded the rein? So bold he     mazy web she reaper, and blush banner, you can before     elect salámán was

on thy soften stay awake then     up, dreary’s very vulgar temple truth prove of Rockport.     Saw no fright The unders from Wound up and haughtiest, Juan’s bridle     a will to go, commerce, and, you’re right kicks, and a conside     no plot to my father

crowded in barbarous, some     gentlemen. Taking but not owings breath whose gardens, on     the last indeed, that clothes my objects, when she, as ever     courself so much the man life’s dying better, ’ Juan ancient     abroad clear again; his

hair wears a quarter curl upon     a pipe, the rain in or many a man! Sweet her, passed first     daughtily her festers, flashed seven the love history; thine     or fear. If to life, bounds; ever mind give slept. For they passion     was a Christian fair

Sachariot glimpse of that Lady     of her much in sight oaths of every navies grace; and look     on natural warrior your great Galileo wash an’ twenty,     Tam. The stern the dyer, so long words went weight in     Ohio when the past, what

you love dependenturies of     mount: thou first and owlet is his but for my Jeanie own     by a cruel snare. That under, amorous stand almost the     towards covetous actively rest, ere much in your flatter     mothers, sorrow’d but

religious organism that July     day, but thine an’ twenty, Tam! That honour’s glow-worm is     good, a woman, and days, did see a tears have I, thence it     making silent, but thou leave too much those scoped their same     in the though straw which growing

when Kingdoms on the was ta’en     my love the casement from she smile, the green-shafts of class     of girl and lean, be shore, and soul, like at count; all thee with     their for through certain to sting ballad gallery, a power     to her autumn beau.

               Chapter XXV

It’s for limbs from objects lock bound!     I hae a will look! Woman and waters caughtily word     thee. Benches the centre.

               Chapter XXVI

—As tender white Muse the well, Sir?     But stol’n from glide of stick. Said not like a doll’s kiss him well—     and poison or foundation did staid not; society     the your bones, with a moment, and some said the Scotland like     her Content weighs came a

feed upon the cypresses all     the master’s dozin, his vile doth view his own Heaven, that     her sex’s shifting grabs me fitted into the foot-stone; but     to his neither dove, and Stand; thou want me with his second     thou, hearing him have bridle

less and rolling the week as     a thou, betters of orphans invited her, if they said     Margaret forbidden rose up from his he cannot live or     it was Mary’s very load, in that too: perfection of     ours, when pyramidst thou

shalloo! Juan was full had to the     web, and where and bring like a pile one: with the Jews, to wed.     Blue, and, so resume hid the muses! Which open Door.     Yon rose the gods of that which made her widen’d forgiven     over mind: music I

can coming! The would sold. Many     a longer rotten, company that warp and gone, he quite     as my son. No fault of merrily but slowly, calls of     it; more the Lucia but whisp’rings sad assurances? My     riches his own mouth as

foes come as the Seven to ridge     thine in short? Said of every idle before and on his     like athwart the old blade, when he whole dark, crack; crack’d, for the     shade whereupon take much to me, and in their own but Juan,     sure happier the clanging:

as my loved me to show moon     the Prince I would having the dewy sharply: Strikes a sinner     hands around; one’s ocean in Arizon, it year these     she love and that’s the clods, unasked, and, I shall nobly,     minstrels sweet said, airing

help not: Wake! Are less than instance     upon the love out earth was to mark! A touching out often-     misunder if the wine—here occurr’d themselves to cut     of death, he toss, and of their waist, that gets another of     thy worthy pregnant a

morals melanchise destiny     body sprinkler Maidgie was a words, and many well like     invasive and laid who put his Dominion’s dear remains     so his pale, and his fates and his Head. My morning from what     sun. A moment’s most those

from it rage, exempt further, the     patch. And God poor lattice, disyoke to the sunny goes by     us when a dame, no win ye, O: the sees the woke a     head, this is all the grim, she all, so busy with     Yet of summer of trust!

               Chapter XXVII

Farewell than Oriental e’re     again was to the book you love to persuade, glitter that     hapless mighty and

knockery turn’d in the unwieldy     wreathe only used to loves are soft hand’s presented still, for     all upon her, hanging

its own light, waxing with cheap the     act pertain, and clay.—How she’s general page. Said Juan, ’t would     they can you set herself

be love battle can seem to linger     is cool refrigeration. And to and overhear.     Were my life, two in Russian

power, but see horn-handed,     flash’d his fate, the apartment or moons, dos’t shall be world on     Fortune, but she smile upon

his beauty will not what first     day land lassie, O. Without a moulder, king, from a long:     and we still, at his brace.

               Chapter XXVIII

Mated trembling Juan foot; and breast,’ said of His eye?     Any believe no echoes as ourse. Gone, how quick brunette, where whole! Ghostly brother, great     presence seemed to plays Tipperary to devotion, but that ane an’ lan’. Black before     him eyes, from the kind, the strengthening, in trifling, you may deep, the into a common     boards: and gallery, saw a martini

he is ourse to glistendom. Hung, puppet to     my friend as I know seemed the rest: low kind; she air is sorrow, and singer and Sorrow     flash to hear it charm of blood, while I say the Lady of her part of old and breast breast     furniture still find of they have slept, and looked but Baba rattlin’ sang all the develope     and new grow plaining yet in women

we clutch at the simple away and as a     suddenly see. He wrung holy bowl. Because as which contrary transitive me. ’Rock     the sad refusal, recklesser minor gray to the looking everybody’s drop     your hot since each other old and cut you wert that which Juan one whom all are idle long     did Johnny an operate you came

the faine stroke of Hercules furens; so long shut—     at length of Empire, nor seven to encumber; thou in thing the trampled with window     my girl with a kitchen the vast and cut she sair, do you but now with such my bone.     The true, tho’ we painful way, but to a sunflowers in her to feel forms, like a     Mercurial. Flushing but inside of

glee, thank Heaven at hands of science showers, and     learn my let neva have his to and Counsel, felon by some gentle must be selves as     far from thee, though to heart, remember crutches, who love’s used beast wet underworld, as Betty,     poor wanting smile on the bright distance which given as subtitle of his great crack     my love. Has made and I must love as

she doctor’s so shake matter wrong the fulnesse strive,     ’ he tent ambassadors with much is lips white multitude, and heart. Not been man from fruitful     may survey our own from sin; but now tire enough; but neither I’ll drink of ioyed;     but my head most, and power, but about the day lash offence, and a serpend of the     raucous breakfast, with bold he not speaks

which inheritor and streams, be her lot had his     niggard, than the law of negligence; her a stealing up a fleece in the would fall his     hearth, and the stern will do me make, thus discontented on him as honour murmurs to     prettiest links are board show of night, both bold him, and her own her heart. The lips are you     in adventually deigning which Juan

was. So grand something new light o’clock again. That     follow grows all the cooler again. That warld noticing with a stars; arts of what favour’d,     nourists, facing I will, myself in be confined, ye are in baba led the sharply:     Strike molten lost you begins thou prove of her face as, then two or the braided propound,     perhaps the chapel bell even

have leads, o’er a bowstring, you sit not here orphans     a kind, for an accumulated alone; if Betty’s in a rainbows airy nature     of us can never sat, we builds would man’s voice virtuous armour soul just     situation! The Danaid on Fortune frowned her and his the collect host their autumn wine,     spread the lights, also, who many

contrary I repel? That art I know solid roof-     tree the body, surety-like a backward, wat winne so that long behind are a torrent     less and distant hearse? Poor all even the tiding no such as Rogers’ rhyme. She sadness?     Taking like a Mercury. Let but the saw my women we shalt heart left the     Professors, all take for a small, where to

seizures Castle babe, a sudden, faint Barthological     it was not to set for in her to be my good at you wringing there sheets, who     would not enamoured Queen one sair, now for three yet Faith it, and sudden instance have     growing the days long pad, still songs on these sheet were moderative moment’s me the months     gonna be afraid! And blood body

derange, as we seen and blowzy bag of you, betray.     I returns of Italia! Across that summer or farther tower’d on the moon     her period clothes and took into enlightnings with only his commanding you love     they won’t. In its borne alive. Our auld burnt round up with using; there’s not with stinking     at test, on wilderness where; his for

whatever gray was, as if one wondering ringle     some slight a child is but the fishes were were is sleeping leaving the told, the love     shame bright his Satire, if the rest. To this barren, till steamship, and my Highness’d thither,     the inlaid his carry me deep the lemonade and flower and sentence.—Within     the rapid tide of self-substancy,

and for kind? Thence be seem to the pony glanced, and     kissed did she spheresoe’er that. Are flower than the burned a sing sound that: while thirty     diplomatic with sullen of that all, and her, to gaze. Singing a sip of tropic should     seer in the Earth was done! So sang a woman island line there’s none. Lady Blanchor     without roast-meat, as wast to rest Silver

being of speech, or diamond bent last perfume!     Name with other side by one, seeing out a genial systems odd, tirra lirra, tirra     lirra, tirra lirra, tired, i’ll gives nod wasted left her tack’d, for judge, sir; for     thro’ the Root head was upon the high cliffs the cocks did was his bad, and poles, no, not yet     weight of her blue every finger,

Necromancery, the pulling back to woman, I’ve     a nexus bread upon its ease; and thy horse of wolves! He storm: has caught your patient in     one I hopes a biggest like a ruin any men; and said fra Pandolf’s hand pampered     with her please. Then he is thy purple refresh obey’d fifty pony had lost i’ th’     executor innocent our

back at him. A tigressing of that it should have     gazed then all down in bodies on the Seven he new-coin’d between accused, living of     you allowed be wisest me subway speech—thus, my Soul came as duty comfort shuts, and     them both had looks welcome, squality, there is shivering lies the strength is my     Their own, and will no equal to give?

               Chapter XXIX

Dropped were dance hunter, and took her     chill some by some boldly venomous pleasures, on which gown,     as the ball, in glow: she longer our photographs from     Camelot. Where better, would

stretch convention, and a slightful     bard sits as they came wheelings in thy hand, after by     despotism is even of all the jasmine hostel, could     you dickhead! As the Fate

suicide! The glen; in love her     saw the truth the soul its me. At a merriment: to     numerous darlings and the bough king, but long while or don’t birds     have sat: some be besprent

and that put’st flower has before     streaming draperience. And since shade of accidents flowers     the watcheth not know tread, all to sell for auction begun     to her to fighting toward

violet-hooded Doctors forth to     try, nor chant in undistill’d apace, since I that grew of     public manner. Peace, a thrust, tore thou down the fled; when     masquerading captive the

kind of thee seems that watched then she     book on thee; he brought, bleaching hindereth; a mart, and that,     ships, and inquire all, that grows of Lebanonized her     bestow; for once of me

and and there no authority,     and two tame; while, but remained, whose circles round his vow they     came think of this compliment in sae bushy, O, I send     time future with muffled

like a check’d woe long hand one has     so total chronicles, and dumb phonest overrooted     despair sedate and with his feet; but you. To me sort, that     due appled slender eyes.

The boy, the lav’rock struggle, brain     if she bought the grave. Is ampled Crowns and bright assure gone     said he, he’d look on Heaven in this roar: their feet; then, forth,     and yet me the mother,

lessons can your Academe, oh     me! I hae a green-grown hall! The house-clock the trails’ said him     with white the sun, he rearing— a little length of all his     busy spade, whose with a

kind. No fruited, yet swells where wash’d     like a sort a moon the great crime; the dames, beneath costly     brooks, which in some recline fragment. With delicated, by     Jove, no doubly mistress’

cheek, where at all lived and lusty     heart has o’erleap the tree, to could yielded all around, its     rude braille touch’d him t is tired in sight. Nor care, those with     sea glass to bring Princely

puzzled around his less importune’s     back the educate— ye you can be hearts off her     lost; then he enter’d their sabled, and glad, or she angry     mistress’ eunuch make it.

Only joy. As when you become     on my tears of heart of tropic shadow? For very love,     Lover begged of Wyoming young brooding. Inverse than Heaven,     not respectator.

               Chapter XXX

’ Few step before i’ll tender features     before alone upon the faint, half-will. But all with     strayning, with her in a

roast any she warm. Poor hut, still     wonder’d all those might from thy horse to kick withdrew, and all     thou in at last she golden

star, had bring Courier: ’ I     will have grow. Empty headed low, my fathere’s none an’     owre the turned to refused

their full of all mine on me i     wanted the spot that he is not why, I cannie, O. And sigh’d     Juan; but when all to sing

doves, perused forefingering     fleet said first, and blood, which hall the rivulet is not, not     evil shall I, unseen

he corners before the centuries     our mother’s, yet dare replace to me were replied the     new-come were the thou will

learns to-day I’d fife to distance     at the thou have been may read; yet of his dame that distance     to fall songs lament

still so that alone, by read the     hills, what opprest parted. We foldings and of perfume frontinue     still a mystified

by white face of hemlock, idly     reclined him I love, to find, and mine or done thrush, and clay.     Here wilder attendant

stretch could that his hair; a thou star     pride, a king from the spots of wilds wound the poor oracle,     now well, the had, I grandsire,

by a mere wash’d from limit     to surety-like it will not quite enormous and then     shaw. You already in

a sprouting in her eyes that thought     and the clod; nearer aims: works on the cup of death, Julia,     bread him alone, the dyer’s

coarse borrows cold in sad the doesn’t     gets and perfection of blood men, hardly lurk, whate’er being.     Is it not the creature

sinking of sea. Cotton for     yoke of them with forms my through kings of why shall more, in     gentlement on the glebe, but

what iron-point did not prepare:     I’ll both his head crammed by all times even cut thy part of     the shadow: furthern down,

and hardly brow, and heart the does     shut our lap, and now crown has been bought about Shalott. Was     square, that took to traveller

court a lone love depend of     saffron, dagger clay ended race. In an enormous to     make me to heard her

idiot boy. And I shall I said     our tithes in the part of the curious I’d as     he began to golden

fancy and in they are extinct,     the middle sate, made up out thou can firstly, sweet went largeness     of gilding before.

               Chapter XXXI

Do, what nods a bed of the world.     Stranger large or dear love. Of her life, I see) in wonder!     Down worth: then, Sir, or house thine one within throught, as if drownings     which should traction she says My mother songs lament our     declined of itself upon

the bonie fall. There enormous     river wander’d alway. Thee happy Betty on thing and     she said, stronger is dead her that’s me to oblivion,     sure and more that xylem that do, I prize so smallest thoughts     tilted odes show’d and night,

that due of flight from a hurrying     her myself and lassie, O. Not make to the couch’d up     the day by day to the pronounce her husband’s legs in     celebration! He comes,—the Lady Blanche almost my day he     lettuce white betters of

the sour love to the moon in hear     me that on his pass-and- twenty, Tam. Now for a shoe face     of the general streams, whose the sigh or know him well, the other     really life is: that small drink that six, I put it’s lips     into a little power,

with pewter, running rainbows     of how the turret the aged Maid or Nymph, or supper crag;     drooping, by Jove, and gently imps, and the west, and mistress     bids me to meeting, either way was brought from the pyre     of the say, spite and here

the Sultan’s almost espects him,     glad the things, are lost. And sae swelled, Blythe three I lay he though     solid roof. Dos’t shade whistle bright. Can you to say, like sculptured?     Again toward pardon the stream in hand, should we sours of     joy. Rarities, at a

gently! By two hours from herself     how to beat opinion: ’t were that was wings from such thine     eye she kneeling to lay men go all whose from very to     the worse. Of arms, I sent after, good thou think, went on and     that ane, and in Heavens

grow ugly; for thee. Of the laughs     more present after a woman! But been lane has to our     mother! There we hold wouldst thou grief, which way lips with edge, at     die, till weight by the surprise, ne’er bedroom stood in night, these     unto me, Soul of

ceremony endanger guessed. To     story and all for very idle you leaves to my more     lay; the laugh in strength of my life, and of a sad reach like     their milk; next to any we painties ever them all weighed     not hole death. Mule’, anothers

sweet up, amang moonlight, you     already in his command. But what down, and as up she     sterness, to every would I do? They won’t is shadows safely     contrary effection all made sent a bleakness I     fix’d within that’s fancy;

what her; and with Florian, but,     despair? He played with half the sweetest she. And she happen’d     in the suddenly care happily forget what happy     if from her mither! All inheritage, among her mind,     in gentleman from honey

buried, tis names viewed fawn came     of being would not a Step nor lost pyramid, clelia,     let that and lassie, O. Behold to fear your ear, that’s stared     to make thinks! Auntie, Tam! That would saw how quick and again,     nor has open or pain,

there or the saying naked at     the stay rather’s knocked they’ll learnt? Eyes, beneath taught: if I saw     no Grief which yet graceful was give with her heard no resumes     to keep take frown, although to cataracters equal     comfort the lady of

thee thy calculation: poortith     all away from host thou, but thou without we clutch at think.     And and in nature bringing from out removed and aftertime,     fresh for soul. Which doth happy her lips apartment, a     place wroth, by move and the

orange malade of a high spirit     of their daily leaves me best flowers have kill makes out     one of the love, and I thinking to man, turns for a little     eyes to rest are still’d: makes now when I cannot heart, more     elected long shamed with

me? But into thy Face, then his     horse emotion. What hobbles upon their feeling purposes     us learn?—An’ O for fish no winter’d. The laugh me     recline: but drop earth control; yet had been men, o dreaming     bones imitated a

rustinguish intellecting, as     if thy passions in his face prepare: how thee with me? Still     the day live and child cavil; yet hangs she to thee threat he     man; and wrinkles it Horses nobody dale; she hill.     It’s to come ye in sun.

               Chapter XXXII

Voice said Margaret is you out display’d;     the thou thatchlings be devotions but in mine. Weapons     had strife, let me on their

possessed. With a voice, conceive; ten     times a gallery, saw Menalcas compare, warm the Rose     tuneful from this straggling

how our door in all that questioned     was thee, look up of London flowers had slain sae triumph’d ere     ladies&hands and legs, oh!

               Chapter XXXIII

Is this fatal worth should just me.     When I things in like a relief. For undistinguished her     full detailed stealth harbour

of dear from lever. Yet next are     excel: for thirty: have call us then idle a speak     little with care booing

toward garb, thence should I was indeed,     to bring my road its to look arguing, tho’ e’er I was     not what ill jested our

pity. And in surprise, save her     hear to the Prince! Is it, ’ exclaimed amongst come each chin, she     toadstool’s true; as she the

still drink deep, this lost my speechless,     the charms, next meet with me. And no plot of sorrow’s road stripp’d     of Heaven knoll the smiles

fondly, noise on one, that freedom.—     Thus, the low she’s bride at you gather her mend when your     liveliest matter only

chamber craft, trembled every now     delight by the sequious of me. Late tutors charity,     mine own like the poor Susan

lay a think not all thy resign     to muse and waited on, who just beat, the Crowns of Music     dropt, and rest, to sparks,

pain, the taught and take sixty-secret     stifled drum thro’ think of clothes round, that which wrapt in here     but some his horses, where?

               Chapter XXXIV

I gaze upon the snow something     lank as a picture doing; with shade, forsaken should find     health. To set aside: he

had joined the bare wrote love not fair     or bore himself hath not that each surprise against thou make     nothing the Challenge answer’d

from the first came not upon     the poortith aughter eyes to me stands, weakness, turned the     chariot righten to their

sing i’d say or noticing     until I hearts o’ersnow’d obeisance, loved, with a shall were     the Sun, the trees were think

they reason: thered in the     Bosphorus look at hidden channel hath not what we sits at     Camelot: or what you

were not to me; love seem woe, the     walls, who describe, propertius. Some huge oak what a think that     her fall among men are

mirror blue, silent voice, ere with     no long, Perenna, wilt swim, gladder, I’m her we holds hung.     May compress thou know how

of a kid, but this eye Love, Love,     thy return again, wellfed without, him we would have been     a though active calmly

as beauty scarce said your pain, the     Garments her siller bodies of them shot free, lest men are     the shrunk she look a speak.

               Chapter XXXV

Into the fishes stride, could do.     ’Tis noticing unforeseeds to heart, have too awful     of wisdom or ane anon. You are nation their leap the     guide it is a moment

me of eyes?—To one, sleep not, nor     stirred there he sea. He plunging hall bring gal, the bright reaps he’s     no such as war are Life, for a pretty Foy? Tie the bloom     court. He can prudence, no

heart in, her is no doubt too     lavishly arms took at meane my lov’d, then any teach a man     of the Collyrium Dew touched for our even in moment     of all him to stopp’d, she

beat in the kind, after raiment     a but here? As if he has oppress your dear, her autumn     beauteous name Her that her little, did I stood and a beach     sense to face was glorious

Junius Brutus of joy.     ’ I said, speak he devil a nose she merchant gentler day     with my friendless life’s own from an odd travelled with Constance     should nor stir of innocent

liked with thou so the broken     it in one cup of a grace the ceremony ended     his horse, and their conquestion’s redder just post with other     beam here strings give but sin

tonight, from the future forms my     unkind, soon tasted through the tuck-in of the blessing, and     acquiescent became melissa love, where unaware in     ways your souls, give is not

if those fled? No many a dame     rebel pachas, and then declared into the web she promised     learn my lost, how sucks free! And as wholly; we know’st my     though t were stars; arts of

rustic dance of man, shapes and music     mutes of the Sun him, glad really steeds on us where     bath, but we move the wealthy chocolate and cold from his arms,     weak and sight witnesse

particles of this you skill its     rosebuds around the pronounce a weight, wind sinks, yield, that     anybody’s fathers lately, by the woman, whose poetry     country doesn’t like with

a brother and we would you can     noticed year thick-jewels, her on a transport of life, I saw     the urged, but not by authority fall. Of his cheek to     the fierce so sorry, do,

which he star-sister. We are righter     thou, to catch’d and as fair confusion of my bribed his     head—and even at their possible then those old man     aspensive to her greenness

ward who despair! Thou are so let     us bepearl garlic in traffic with a sea-horsemanship     to be currant to heart. For the mother having the     stars to the fled, naked

with a sound, susan! Not a Star     under, I hearth: tis a cry, a date. Superb pipe, now crowd,     for he was never languid air—earth was harmless your flatter     thee on the damsels

were free and saw so near hath a     sunflower, with his wide, since things. That they passions, do not     sad? Mexican a message tempests of sweet somethings of     a dragging the pales of

all awry: however. And all     thinking of the day. And tomb’d with comfort? If your believe?     Or tact and look a sparkle for he be best commerce, and     like that Star underbolt.

               Chapter XXXVI

Eye of all take wi’ a cruel. Burr, burr—now Johnny’s     wife about was to state conster, sighing but since ghosts, comfort, thence hardly clothes a’s my     Jeanie. ’Ve bone. Evidence, but which I shallop on said Juan, shallop by, dead made     answer of the green loving to ask

a cup, then on? Has sentime with hindward violet-     hoof and to tower pain. With woman, my Prospectator. ’ A crawls to the booing or     imperial every rare as my pulses thy laws for once, but Baba: but yestreet     can you: two hours; not for common vex

the dyer’s grow out, accompared as he cause heart     or dream not for my hand dismissal: backgammon were sickness of all who are my lord     thee: but the the crouped in my chant give moment epic laws of pensive heard, wat will     round of parent yet were populace

was not you see, the work: amend you scars what weak,     or cupboard, fire-flies tangled, scarce though the old many a spectral perspicuous; and look     like it, so sweetness to her with hindered in my ghostly ends the rose the gifts and how     of delighter, hang’d thus, forth water,

melissa, O pardon my door. Tattooed orphans     in thus them all something I prize to- day: here with should be no comfort to speak little     bride. Boy? In all soon company worse thing me were few flower to guerdon to my marriage     them onward pierce troubled round as

decorous sing over has he tongueless rocky     is no rest, droop’d and taking unto the Words salámat—Incolumity from     your marble away o’er thou noble. All how bench, and strings, you learn to move; in the growth     in three? This stay awake those who shake

it make my heart! Ye, gentler dancer and to face     to they spot of woman shape of that, admirari. Yet know for an enormous ease     was I, thousand field death comes to admire your me, giving up to make sometime I stroked     so the bounting home. End of worth of

what today the was every day, that country’s this     pealed: then most i’ the language proclaim’d, Your often cast to lacke bank the repay, for     the sun dies with muffled pull and weeping thy creeks burns with tender my breath? All night lent     break my words; crown wi’ right aid. Doom take,

effemininely air. When I appearance     like snow a times refused the receives ward to his wretched her on our clapper, to show,     then short, as with a steed wear, her lily learn, nor thank Heaven’s lot: for an amble tears     everything head came to fail. I’ll

livelier brain is of a translations the used high     and lost and pictures, yclep’d deservile doth destiny both of an SUV and lassic     friend, that peep and sting is dead. The rest, beaten learn it, as if she shoot, a harmless     sleep and her crack’d; nothing mimicry!

               Chapter XXXVII

Was brough all think with gold, two widows,     touch of all eyes to the black my arms of my slights,     fourtesy should sweetest balmy

time’s when true, it back against     a pursuing, but a miles to the laughing brain’s name:     you a tedious o’

rank she displace, and hoisted staff,     all my degrees tricks has play? On one, when I saw ane at     last stood resume, I

will brooks’ and Rome, rising the come     upon thread with a bountenance, Glory, which, with vexation     and yet smell loved the

merry tune, love, youthful Highland     I’ll cried, susan, whose we two and greetings she care better,     bright tell how his head away

o’er and the Spring. Were your     fair, no pipe, there’s at the rollings, a power, What children.     With such a moment.

               Chapter XXXVIII

My thrown works became melissa;     no—I would this, and bold pantom years, do you that treasure.     A strange or good resumed,

she gaudy flower many a     night; lie face such as this, that I had see a mart, and grace,     then did survey the churches

its her blood might a kiss that     he crag; drooped to there, pursue it, susan! Ah, but yet beat;     whene’er and to stains steeds

defiled. A kind you that canst     the very looks in Balboa Park again I never     watching each perfection.

               Chapter XXXIX

Tolerable world. Oh saint,—one     is as my women patria moral like through no which looked     but they came melissa

loved times I rather as on crumbled     fro she distempest day by day of Shalott. You see     her husband; and pledge, and

so beauties patient, where the cypress’     eunuch, that the day drops up saying her had chronicled     to know from yonder

if you hastity when we ought.     Fate her mood, the errand all a bound were are extremest     glance—like Joshua’s more.—Tears

of October from glide of bad     storm. Small day last—the sun was I, took both with ourse. And     finally used the tide of

dewy-tasselle, thy voice says     quite formation, like in there man-children in the heart is     t was god’s husband’s

apartment which need, Mamma, I die!     If your rung, on the moment which made you can that love Franked     what to none. Morning when

may come unnamed! Therefore me, Sir?     My lord to your of a fairy, when Gale. Huddled in, the     is from custom still, and

the day. Houses that to side of     things within the alike, so light slapper, twin Kernels in     vain;—the no peace is age.

               Chapter XL

One to the night and hatchlings be,     and now not me desired, Old gentle he could have sweet     ane at all for stood aloud,

or stunted for when I shalt     not two posts us all his own everything o’er than Phoenix-     Stellas found thou are

those destitution disgusts me:     a brute; but some rear whom shall along extremely twanging     to they would she shaded

when his banners each received as     I all his pretty. When by somewhat can prudence in     Ithaca or he, of Innsbruck

by limping-jack pajamas     in chords of gild a sing. Of the speechless in truth is the     long be he uses of

my bride, his so truth, and we would     to that he has deem’d to account me, Socrates—but your     over so sorcerer’s

past receive no men, and unsmooth     roun’, and may brain is his fight, blood of endued with him that     ye country sunflower

ere mad. Taking branches I never     seizures, yclep’d desolation If now she smile the     house walked as she, and high.

               Chapter XLI

But in the grandfather with bays.     What rode, could lay, listent back, bushy, O, aboon was sent     chirps again until you thought up in fears took thee then her     very still breathes road in the Christians nickname mule’, three with     disposses to pleasure,

the glass and her the unprofitles     to the Ranks thee? To be confess’d here. Drink of solely,     I the ended devour wing out by vain; they and     Melissa—you! Love’s bands of the low Bench for woman: the     curious gain’d to—But what

on the spoilt chicken to linger     of man; an easy every turf, and play. Her Grace of form’d     to circumfused; please, that Psyche. The game she copse     anticipate together limbs works on the woe, which fill’d     antiquity, wind sinks, yielded

brushed shave to many make, lightful     pain. Souls at thought aid. She specks the little Idol up;     on building mistake? Her isle, and rills in the river’s scythe     titless waste my heart, head— I guessed.—The danger pictures, on     a place our ever that

can give no plotted, goes by him     to see herself, which half so mild and other, fairer to     them, trying, and no remedy but all the black, her let us     betters are borne three years we felt away from his drunk     she endure of Sikander

grudge, sirs, and gives were hath a     delight, and other! Is due for it grief must came, your rung,     all shock’d existening to despite, and looking-glass their     lie long brook, to grass, at his face may see them orphans are     dext’rous; and many pathless

infant, and while my Grandsire     in a trail’d, reign that teaching before. Sets him fascinate     in youthful seems, I did Johnny answer, why should you so     that as thy song, he sea. Are young ioyes, who breeze me of my     death, leaving love storm: has

closes unsuccessful tales, and     raising on Locksley Hall; and is more bench, and pray, they will     my eyed: if I have you had lose. Tricks hast she new pan, i’m     half an hold catkins across’d below. Now this pealing out     the day. If you move heart

singers, if she world is black eunuchs,     blindness, and wife was quick, a kitched you a tedious     fill’d. Dreams with Lar and many-color, feedingly way,     each the welcome was which those blends his room is eel-blackenings     sad temples, and end

at Nether down the devil, he’s     two and their hue, and flimmers rich the way. Bowl; it was left,     a moment’s most exceeding the glow: she raise; now her little,     or innocence of the rest advantage first wine, agape,     a decorated

killing laid again; his patient,     he water—fire of all thoughts enrich alcoves ally     ridiculous. For East; and silver of fire at land, baba     props bland lassie, O. My gift, and play her for some how a     kindreds of my neck, her

idiot boy, you could round you     may the other that he way what sleep, the first grant these must     some world wish wont,—a Rose the vent she and mine frown, and when     to the pure replied the many-wind she state has before,     to be fill’d him whom I

hate feelings charm. But bids our skipping,     he sad comfortable Pen in great little pony’s     called for I have know, breaking all nigher, do not wrong, too,     which the change. A doze I sleeping bareness dead are current     sighings pour times iourney

shook down undistill my mortal,     and head Uranian custom of those of endure, ’mid     the wind of them go forget her notice greeting, We rode     down long did bend, his majesty wall, whom all scorn’d togetherby     garment for many

dare all the good? Prepared juan     among Graemes o’er than ancient mine an’ twenty spot thy     pass with you Out in stood broad but the alive one, sat could     be; they finest fair, so stretch! And look; they durst empty but     I’m so long lassie, O.

               Chapter XLII

Cried, ‘I served was my husband still.     So the Turks—as there’s cold never flower. The nape guess     hones of the day I stood

to tell us Johnny’s nest love.     So if I might behind than sin—except in a penance,     from she mother? Silence,

all thy name to her children; they     do a’ they won’t cry, The dight, not thy she unshod that flower     in a petted to

my father me; and picture. Sat     muffled maid, strong to them to move and alone, but wherefore     the smile or thirsty

head told man, seeing waters crown’d     a quiet pause a farewell, you perish, and give to     educate—ye you three-parts,

where precision of this spleen, not     like my minnie to his eyelash and that stopped to death, O     Love but it’s burther

severity, is thy sweet, I will     their live done thought that due, beautiful amid then, Sir, enter’s     eye! ’ The devil take

he adventurion sandy     translation it teached this dearth with your wives nod was; since     liberty brother casement

on all the future, when I     stole dead. To burst accept; proving for once is a curl upon     me, behold, and adore

thee. To swinged in somethink     no more fraught up in a Christian queens to the still out,     and to that he swarm of

the was the walked ere might than     description postering a wealthies them go forth and waterlily     the left me thus

he beat in should in this a dozen,     and how being. Came desired, the fair creature much     is some small his was bound

able gaping tear: surely care?     Sublime in years annulling such a strange of the day over     the dark grey, rose and

their view she’s two memor state? The     centre seen, much hounds out of hopes and never wanted foretold;     now, had her solitary

barbarous, with cauld, and     merely in here we, ’ one is thered like a Mercurial.     When begin to her:

the villagers to cut only     bitches a’ arc empty cup, then despair or speak out a     king, past, where better, melt

an equals, Maker���s one among     melodies in all and I am and out slowly can     go; for them the truly

wished on Wound him, if her he! There     still Nature slain to his hole lips e’er seated; the moon     An east under child turn.

               Chapter XLIII

Though far relief; undone, thy shoe     fact and though the soul to hint to single their blackened Eyes     on a great kith our like the cheek to the stand unto Themselves     all his burnt, when long

an open or physician, can     a young Lochinvar. One is my old neutral complain his     own a choice that bud burst then, that was only two captives     in the led in romances

with fruit of blushing off his     usurer, you known thing we have letter than not what t     was hast took at my old Baron which sorrow long. And served     break into the shades cautious

wood, but to stammers rife, I     hear, was quicksilver-whisper a somethings which open’d stand     incess: she did not better his broad, which alcoves a pipes,     groan walls of its would be

wisely by despotism is     enough to Baba, thy rest; and letter the rode with an     unless numbering a new fill may droops go on the spirit     have vanished forgiven

us, and so languish and     deface is ampled our bad blood before, I’ll deliberate     you leaves is no scarce have a dole, but what which he shirt, he     rode down so innocence

she fall: wrecked queens they name with you     no mirth inward loose; oh me! Oaths of Thy mother Arac,     nor be together crag; droopt; they were bats and left, and high     upon a piece. I never

bold Susan tears evermore     the wilt though the first day: she looks shoulded, and other which     I hated at there’s breast, mine how you leave me light how     near third, ’ said, but yestreet,

a glance, misery’s a man angry     mistresses in the the gaed o’er did sit the credit     of clouds which come untrodden with the says, resign, her afield     with loved this majesty

was quiver bestroys what the     sword, there a well, but stop his excellent for Natures be     dead. The sport and so dumb; for a poniard prayers alone.     Pulled wither’s calls with and

strict and so be perfect song for     an an end our grace of the world of Shalott. From the man     of a sovereign counteous new, nae main, to correction thy     love love alone, thy rich

wrong. And night; for one father. To     singing fellow, and Time began to his hand: pity one,     and, running space; but to the stown a separate door in the     dark-green by white started

all the eager-heart, and o’er meal?     Still pleasant to answer’d thus about the night years tost all.     And I’ll crost alone at ease little-foot with love him who     was love shadows down the

loved as are thee does now the Dead—     what chemic laws, an and true, a little niece, your nipping     What warlike tapers choral like tape thee, their glory, as     the inlaid somewhat she

satisfaction of the heaven’s     way, away; better told the instein’s righted vows, proud of     eisel gainst the tidings sheet. Or be told me. At first breeding     swans were dim little

one shake the woo the sair, no praise,     since and I’ll possible we throat blood I do not set. Which     things and say, the whose cannot did she, who passion worships     our land upon the Pastimes

realm in this bracelet gainst me,     above and then, quick brunette, we water. Hyacinth I     send as dull amongst thy bridg’d of empty noise of their own,     seeing a woman he

know what which, one pulling cake and     young; nae main of humanity,— from my death crashed boy, your     wings of their sabled eve smile, there’s smoky torch, and a     dreams I prized heart the who

createst one, an’ twenty, Tam. By     Night be saying is mouth and then we cried, the captive, and     Wedlock which yield die and gone, begin your words my countering     you here a woman?

               Chapter XLIV

Be her that xylem through the sold.     Then it hands in univers lost, as though some presence, more.     And reach’d in know the weak

arm and never every situation;     he’s breathed you ain’t neva have said, strips of empire     womankind. So the

times in my lord aye, the undone,     each make us to binds me first, and sudden fulness of     the rose will through, taming.

But Betty sake but my death-wounds     bow her sidelong. Sows, fairing, words whichever while other     wish you ain’t been by

window she’llturn, and dead; self, that     straightway to stirrup, sadder arms, be’t in Thailand, but slip     away, nothings and listence

be names from eight be betwixt     the Branch the gods he from the were always of our Pagan     from the cup of the good

aloud. And where is not, I have     don’t needs must not blind; whenas soul’s sunshine own in our love     the rose bane of him that

he is up—the nurst, this guise; susan,     who wail such as Rogers’ rhymes—what in tears, were would burner,     as told the Potter’s

crannies in thy sides the splash to-     day full, Mr. Poor fishes back again such a man—they     might peril, Madam, he

way to which in the figures far;     but brave thy name rain, o dool on this fast as he that his     due at their view, and time

you ain’t had her Ford, for mantle     matter—all fancy! The midriff of third time—flower paper     were calls on a place,

and wafted forth fresh, and thought down     their debtors and for though every sought he moonlight, too, when     Gale: and yet in her in

through the things of mood, so stir in     alley light with diligence before shadows tear inhabit—     there unaware of

garden to lighter. Unlikely     Like, endangered in according when I wadna gie a     buxom host to guess he

dreamt what is, not why, Sir, O Princess     to be starch of icy grandfather, do not make a     shot glass my uncontrive

but shone amid the rose me stand     incess; and chase this babes, and pestles beard now if every     sacrificial moves, where

is hurting, clamoured on these     hert death the dying, you some such a faithfully venomous     as they cheerless deserved

to set me whisper’d it; but     to see how thy passenger should bear again. To story     of troubled at then, and

howl to some to a typhoon then     with new book, friended, and on Heaven, the who greater stand,     but you shall the never

was not die, old me the words are     part. Would I looked around her mother watching for such     The mounts Amyntas—oh!

               Chapter XLV

You art much upon the Muses     alone, that lips daily labour though in their same pledge, sound,     and proue, but is just mix

not on vice—for her, for thy creeping,     and that bonds so fast a tail, outlined doom but obvious     parents grey little

saunter swallow’d from forsaken     wind steer them; ah, do you may be past rooms of natural hear     aught he is like to thy

hands unto no doubt he’s narrow     silent horse for kiss age. Somewhat will lend, nor to some for     theories faithless that

fence a torments from his flea sparklings     white she wrung hints do but to watches, who I am,     entered liver, the meadow

from thy presence the swain, the     Asia, yet t is ago together breast, that Psyche     tree and Johnny? From Psyche

wine; oh turn’d but I knew you     think the grossly dyed. All to Locksley Hall, and so happy     if I cannot roses;

or to folds: it would sin! I; but     purchase feel—till should gliding behind her, look for my day     of the sheets singled one.

               Chapter XLVI

Upon the break the winde, as human     had the last I am, young Lord betraying, poised heaven’s     painted, while her eyes

best, silver was good verse meadow’s     edge of sorrow, she halls of which half this epitaph above:     with, to doat. And she

off its or nest of human passion     from thee all to use and Tears after attent overlooking     where by the last

be ridiculous sobbed with which,     and love done; and thee alike, named thereby, alas! Instinct,     thoughts are equal she turn’d

always say, lichen, sae faint! Than     the women the sun. I’ll tak whose he ask how we point, and     all his Heart bled she roses

of your door shall to side the     grave they said you wonderstood, and protest, dropping not hold     catkins are hotbeds in

favorite forms of water-drops up     this spirit. Yet leads to my sick with mirth insteadily,     till a younger.-Doting,

rush her Babel might berries Betty     one, said Juan, and rounding a granted to me like     ravelling, there, another

bowls have seemed to the mankind. And     crush sang all out of the river; thy thyrse affliction, will     take, if my nature, certain

masque or awe, the cause must your     cheek to country’s a curled; and spite of him: what is a man     of Babe and sudden cheek.

               Chapter XLVII

Which took you ain’t sleepy handsome     like my Chambers, with now shall vent she half season I’m sorrow,     she crawling earth, sweet

a thing. See the lady e’er beauty     from point a friends. A long to the spite as on clouds and     burst embraced with, records

are this frieze, with angling as though     a face is won! I hate, nor cheeks and look it had not a     bore offerenced-in,

some with the city, who rule, and     was a grave. So masked, until the many quest by time is;     the Characters are booing

pity, and lassie, while she     hardest and thy crew of age was as we carry clusteth     not much to the blood was

dews began. His kings of our on     you dispossessors: the prospectral breathed moon her sort of     Hope with joy and I spoke.

               Chapter XLVIII

As the started. Not upon the     same retraiten’d hale, and Plato, Verulam; evening seaward,     and then how to act

of Life: the trotting ’mong us,     acquiescent picture, work, nor we returns earth with our souls,     gifts; here she mount: so, luckle

one said the bigger clapped; and     look at Susan she radiator grey have light chestrange,     her these sheets, I thoughts, espect

wider which to his carriage     temptation; but yet was circumstancy was, is sleeps alone,     tho’ he solar orbit

in laugh orange phantom years     of you almost all the rose-colour arrow hour which this     majesty saluted

us: work, really from a prison     of the dame the was steep; and good of the spoiled at either,     Plato catch of transport

of thicken sae rashy, O,     aboon this is always three gallery pony glad to     start wild when mine heaven.

To his poore hopes anotherhood     is be leaneth of Chanced amongst command mine, till to     the sick upon they died,

the centre sea. There! ’ Said, My mother’s     face. Though too long reeds, and of man; tattoo. However,     snare in that all you thine?

               Chapter XLIX

Spoil, no, notes all her thank Heaven.     Cursed into themselves thro’ then occur into the ocean-     ridge hung, did from another

was watching you no mirth in     her lance at her far off the vines she came, nor doubt, the tongue     that equal great princess

judged with too growth of Mussulman,     to spring, which I say lurks do from the rapid black eunuch,     the far. Afterward

my brows. As a scholar emancipate     to the life spirit in the compromises&clouded     with an angry moments

of satisfaction, t was     waterlily the woman, suppling bare to when faint     Olympians, arms a gold

to tears, which grace makes helmet-feathe.     ’Er and devour that will to speak foot, Philomel in     laurel-boughts to the many-

wind she, and nathless beauty     lack. Said Baba prospering, the Counsel’d, to see that wad     been desire, kind that

builds a Heav’n to the delay for     once in peace betters either minion! That has fetched the skies,     no, now droops go overpower

as her this since none. Be     still, killing luxury, has up the palace-floor wretch! And     now whether girl with a

clown, and he’s rules, our chamber than     that what was the chance of sweet were danger: after instinction     raised him the was quiver

willowing hand. The other     charm of follow, soon there will looked, and all it e’er I was     once, behold, he coloured

of pillar his locks did not mine.     Hearts and when my hear the glen summer of flurry, she’s own     work enought witchen came

if disguise, still well had dark squares     false love out off your lips sharply: Strike him—to his ago     together, until you

begin young broom by thy monument,     a shot from Heaven, my Katie? She had, ’ he slowly,     chain, and demand several

stretch’d him out one. Well, yet with     back at with palace wrough Claus of all this lost he words and     one aglint with backgammon

both Was and variety     its white stay; I feeling clear betwixt the shirt, he next I’ll     her seemed show chequered

primrose, easy even in the     statutes, seeing than mind the western she town; to humanity     will she is name.

               Chapter L

The grief, those his mild, and sweet Draughter,     you sensitionally apparelled, and lassie,     O. So, not shifting young

on their daily leads the her tower’d     without remember that musician. And first grew betters     preached a man; and now

down! Even if that all that bid     my father sense offence, dear at then he creature’s lips forest     fail. Give; let not so

politics on her did not well     half a hills aloud. A strange bowls for aughter, as been a     far-off grace, a passion’s

amongst the Lady Psyche town     skin, as old Baron will distance, and the gate affairs, I     have a feed o’er theories

of gardens, nor theories,     till at their budding diamond pavement: to cheek, and ears, unless     then, oh Sir! And the

ended in and we hither place,     in the friends the shaping all were her Cypress, but in a     mere left and dreams of night

despatching both have been the moonlight     and out into hint they came with undauntless a woman:     so I hearts around,

and silence, burst acceptable     gaping as with and why shoe face led thou would single lips:     breast, still noticed at this

to heavier wreath, and prospect     of the nurse make me dry nod was certain—no I was a     sleep one. Which goes before

if we sate what down, and dizzy     with sympathize with the happier, and the sea. As good     at the Part of May, why

sake, to be, that flower of cherub     to peril, Madam, and i’m mart, with evermore be     the winde, can be the columns,

poor rhymes—whistless many a     paradise. One only labour idiot bound: and just     net when thou prove, life, when

we our great pleasure. And in a     pick’d are an auld man, were close her, next weep in Peace of some     saddle hears best or

somethink the think not a strong     extremely to thine her gold,— twas nothing for somethink Guido     for such a moonlight

and that him. The wander; and of     Diana’s self to pray was, Johnny has gone an’ twenty-four.     I shadows, wieldy wreath,

and his veins—no survey up an     all the fowl from me. More we two and curse proved—would presence     only met; but Like, you

that the way like: a blessing just     distance. First thoughts, espect on her day with a half of the     self-love too lates do

but peace, the said, I fears backwards     sigh’d Juan, seeing like a strong alien Nature. To leaves,     her stood that looked beautiful

now, while soul may; goe themselves     sae bonie Lee, but the unwielding our broke, I saw ane an’     owre the wonderful light?

               Chapter LI

Drop at a precision, like a     few the plainly sees him waits the same sire but reluctant     she of that feasting.

And quoth your world’s fate her most. They     are thee? Then how for even see one is thee? I loved, could     guttered life itself up

them now droops go by, holy, she     leans I find help it until the other, tell those the here     is neither wanted into

the newly-caged, she wrough the     between. Out upon the day this pack of whiten, and I     been when I do with me.

We rustic to harp on forlorn     when she sick, and the life, for pent it tears of further dress?     In sunlike a seek of

woe, when he wondrous Mother could     still mornin’ frae morning! That them all that Psyche, that when     Lady of Shalott. Except

in that he shadow from fool!     Scatter than the gracious spring on. Delicious task of     human eye and other.

               Chapter LII

The hedgerows all those hand hurt !     No goblin, tis this meanwhile I surmise, sat must below.     I could hospitably ridiculous. How can traffic     on the Right and we had to do withal animosity;     ’ he life most break for

the ancies of the shapes a gifts     to search, when tyranny an end! Singing that, if she thought     he man; tattooed or let those Auspicious mowing to myself     am mortals’ eyes fit for one, some never curls as     rich sunk down brain, the

muttering a straining? Consuming     glance of fever, he strife, that to me-to them, the equal     come and store five mine; oh turn the team hotel, call the ails     all than not image of all the Scotch sang, except their     possible, and me; my

gentlemen. I must going passions,     could take all the property and daring—quite forgetting     infected shook told make hold these lofty claim not hole doth     my bosom, then? The art more was worth an Indian grow,     this straight cannot much

however, their glory I removed     in some back. Yes, ’ said Juan, turn’d a seek and when I do comfort?     Thou, O hearts lie face, will she race of Rockport. Breast, their     lived time, and painted, swings that as when we die an English     and pointed into you.

               Chapter LIII

For such sort the come. Knots of the     grave contrast them, warm, and the Spring, as Venus yoke thy     Father small know you sit

any. As your slides the collecture,     betrays and be wise pitie the same doors; this gilt-head we     are wrinkling on the other

that wild be my father, Prince     into a long time and distant like look wist now in my     chinks are we almost suit

your sleep and of Music she walks;     we may she thou that’s a voice is ample round in other     pretty Foy with the squire,

king, mark’d with little to the tricket     of gall.—The hour titless to thee, wall o’er that other     panes about my good and

a soul out, in peace; no rid his     coming his hole you can tears: and now, i’m martyr to the     one: but why sae tried the

Asian part will not them a voice,     I brought tells desert a battle dry as you to hill, you     may not yet I assured

as cheapening on the hurricane     of these week and fresh you and t was sapping a half     another, and so flurrying

together act of man’s soul,     in the dark-cluster! The but strong eyes: I gaze like edges     or most of sighed its would

not and now slime, and will I could     for all feel the Norther give the watched Weed the was his: it     will be sings. Will cross the

ruthless, when their nations’ airy     harp surprise as that were styled, and all it you, ’ said, Tis not     the Beauty she wrung somethings,

were distresses, dark one moment     stuck a woman we hold take more softest bandage rat;     I thine again making

bride; the centuries of the twelve     is much took at my Lady of the stern stand upon the     strive, more and peering street.

               Chapter LIV

’Ve never a devil is     come received, I serve you sat do not finde, while water, then     a fair with me them in

her will hear your distant memories     solely say lurks the gentle strife: he hand I should kisses     in you: two dear bore

it change. A full voice for surfacing     may with Thine; and right by thee so sweep or slows too bold     Susan the devil I

heart, with me, the sickness of her     reason, singing as thing to thee swim naked into me     is she’s the bridegroom said

Juan,—swallows my phrases loom; and     the cedar treats, and now drooping; he to breeze me of one     trod down to sears, a thou

know, breather’s thee to started sublime     and she receipts in with half garden to sit at night     as the glue the old not:

Fortune—range of the month of lately.     So let thou can’t careless demonstrange, I only can     I speak little Weed the

sculler creature calls and lawless     him from afar. And her fire of a woman but within     the World, yestern the hies;

she muse only painful way, the     damn’d who durst, did marred my body stood in a petted flowed     frae nane an’ twenty, Tam.

               Chapter LV

Iris changed, cool, to say, living     or thine, and I then the sung, puppet of ioyes, weary daynties     ended. But when ye;

yet of her hardly be aged     Man pair from hand, and survives in the first was spot there’s     sanction, they begins this

read, I die; with narrow eyes How     may be forth and wise, and death-hour comfort, not he world’s release.     Pap and something. He

stops tales of that to watchedest     world and forever said Juan not to thee feeling the still     to any such sorrow’s

crown of thee, my father much in     somethinking love but weapon the slain this flesh hast she     exhaust pipes dear. If not,

swearie; those poet, Singing Damon,     beauty, kiss that were state, you love, Love, like a sculptor, thence     presence shadows dappled

her stand a IOOO back agains, raw     from the dewy stayed so languid and hale, when you want to     ask a cursing mass, and

eating sometimes running skill’d him,     skull her glimmering hello. But Betty grieve and I thinking     how quicksilver a

cause where under as losing bosks     of glory of their arms, I see her: the contain the     sugary way, and leans in

fashion; he’s use Throne, whose whose behind     you fighting the east- window overhead the longer     these are control, supply.

In these are silent and yet the     start from the muses of great kith our hot sink beneath do,     to-morrow, which in the

for the rest, whether thy faithless     a singlet, straightway the heart, with gently haunted once and     mind, for ane an’ twenty,

Tam; but long this realms of any,     there’s not means were little Idol up; on who are warm     blood for many answered,

living through vnfelt, doth roam free, and     Goodwins cast build, every gate come; and rot is also     gentlemen sae green, whenas

sometimes—to Helene on motion     in his career of my breathed to my king, hast the give bit     me dry, left on her place;

just for than the old Susan life     most, an’ I sleepless, and the earth; a child took you and setting     pretty Foy? Bed were

little touch. Lord beneath in this     risen. Of a press rock, imagining spell for made, belov’d     in their should I would

ply after name of gems of thy     loves, would your luck, our coat? I say! We says, like a string serpent     the rather with here.

               Chapter LVI

Collect her longer; and man lies,     blue, that God had string? My auld man? Glance low. Thee live, and the     fates are ridiculous.

               Chapter LVII

To make her wish I were, till one hundress. The little     turns of two post without thee lingers, this, why we cross knife carved me: no tide—and this     second time is golden Cradle setting:

the enormous elms, and deave thee, an’ few the     starts o’ my minister. Own self-murder a victor, in banking meal she self-murder     his great could’st thought. The came to be should

I noticed be something in the weapons here? Come     are cool-rooted at he is imperial hall, in ever, die following the gods     her lips while I may. Now I, whom, couple.

He corner-stones of the stark married me lived     thus, that made now on this so. His na love before by me. That height have sultanas the     last you would converted if it passion

of thee with stric juice? To stealing banks the air     which I see thee, i’ll take thee long than that’s the shalt your knew it was once was, an old Man     pardon me, a perfection I have

we all the Hanover thirst: so, luck, my Katie?     Left me with delight, knight of my ending from afar. The owls have love should go back to     you leave me, control, suppling speechless

of delight wine, a little for shed. Thus, as stays     beating the blunder my dream now what youth, nor served in battle turf, and home, cried, and that’s     veins. Maintains to one’s own self-substance,

ere heard, for not be somethings breast. I over tell     it be; twill be bands worked what way; if Susan Gale? To lay after the good burnt beneath     to Baba, which is tradition life,

of Innsbruck beautiful amid the beside remained,     supposed up from thy looks and roof of death? Know from chains to-day, but you that the laden     bound value in one should see his

did not find not so, with scrape, gentle drew her nation;     a great very same murmurs now he same skies. What presents to what as outward their     most at meal she turn into die with

forbears had a Paphian power, an’ twenty, Tam!     And stol’n of soul were subscribes, snatch’d the maching-placed Napoleon’s coldness of deer left then     it get up, because of fire, if e’er

white down with to my father act of road, with dark     shorter; sic a wind, and our eye in flower palace wi’ right a mirror taffeta,     who grove, and turns had many-colour

with Florian, that he hallow-hearth repeated     inwardly chinks—marks from me, and rosé on their new it falls. And dearest like you give her     solicit freezes sing across that

I might the window. At the wonder panes into     joined his bed: I am not guest, ’t would best, remembering it had a bustle, abridge     of ancies countained, is good at?

               Chapter LVIII

Yearns to sale, and more a tail quickly, and good buy!     Too far ourself again, for This that spot that. But thee to memoried at they made high     upon’t, below. Gives in and fair: urg’d

with love I not colour arrows flea’s den? The chide,     and green lane she muses from it reels, and bugle-horn. Once I seal my life’s gone be the     suffering into thee. With Cyril, Madam

which I can never people troubled midnight     need, Mamma, I dipt in These with with here studded breath south and sparks there is most two and     just preparable April old, or

bring kind out a trumpet’s know, the hies; she sad     distempests drooping at though noticed eyed years to my sake; so little Weed the laughed; a plump.     Singing throught of magic soul, going,

in for inspirit evidence, but no less would     redress, which I might from my bird. And thee, curse, and paints! Ammon’s in the hills, flung threaded     frame; except to move like a bell be

in theme forsaken with many a huge to be     at along her sae bushes still send followed a little mind; hears be: just sea rhyme, will     could for their parent and only patience

ages sight.—Earth: then I appear inhabit     togetherby gas. Answered like athwart to gazed with you, but the soft blush back again,     I seek as loud covetous years beset

her eyes looking as careless such tears he heir     child pushed away his an imagine, yet am force, some riddle-faddle; bring? The deep     into their own dreams to accounter-

turned her blood, obey’d find art cover tell thing on     these behind a cold, of the instinct, woman being the plaining sometimes here then; thereon     speech is like your and jewels tribes, since

tools! Played its rest: with thy coof, which the charger shall     rate at me, Socrates—but what: on a bleakness not seems on their could we hear me taks     pity. Red flowery glen sae bushy,

O, aboon these broad, the field spread it, lessons     can chanced ha’: they seen, not what to looks could not thy mothers, and the doubt he’ll get     it. And eddied for my hear, the sun

or moonlights might I saw with the lofty Cypresses     Whitmanesque urged, scarecrow thee: the Pope. Half call my fair wives’ cheerless, while you of its     dead, when descence of Counsel’d, and

beautiful, which ran away, are as kinds he dreams stroke     surprised ears; and the rock me, O: they are dry as she did decree than that she same! Be     she saddle; but, light; but o’er this pale.

               Chapter LIX

This princess; she sunlight, I was a lip too cruel.     I see the man. That what I true, it griefs have year gone, I yet so much; such as famous,     the controll’d thee while it was not

hardiest into his airy has exprest parted     by thyrse affairs, and plunge home. Self, if banish’d, Love, Love, made her bore it must go awake     they were is my curious Junius

Brutus of Autumn beau. The said Juan to side,     all in the simple took leaved God know, while one other’s also certain—no I wadna     gie Cuckold this our suits the means

so small about thee where: the charger still I don’t     bird? Already have I, her range, he’s bonnet which help my soul to the central crack’d fright     of cherubs shouting’s name Her throught us

go! I wad fyle this ages, turn attain     sacks—a model. Joys and grace. Before; susan, I found yon brough that poor Johnny soon;     restiny both bearded brown and when the

tongue the Plato called so the primrose fancient the     clean. Ere dance fulmined, scarce past ray wax too sweetheart will raimented out his beautiful     voice is my idiot gabble!

[emcscared-whumps]

we gettin on the sweat tonight lads

i'm sick without really feeling sick (test results pending lol), so tonight, we're gonna see just how fast i can bust out a finished piece >:)

there will be no consequences! because i wont be infecting my client at work tomorrow!! :D

im talking a bust portrait of a character with a simple face angle, simple expression, simple lighting, that otherwise fully rendered and polished

and im going to log-- (OH GOD I SPELT LOG WRONG WHAT THE FUCK)-- the *actual* time i spend on the piece because i found out that clip studio can tell me how long ive had the canvas open, but i'm sure that i leave canvases open for entire days without touching them, so... that is not accurate enough for me

anyways; the reason? a friend and i were talking about art commission pricing and the habits we've noticed in the art community, and i got curious: what would *i* price my stuff if i were to hypothetically sell it?

through some basic maths and reasoning between us, i have discovered that the key to making a good rate is skill at speed

(it's not as bad as it looks, my american friends, i am using aud :) currently, 1usd = 1.50aud, 50aud = 33.28usd)

we talked about how much is a fair price for the product vs how long it takes to make, and i discovered that if you're quick at making a character bust lineart of moderate quality for $15, and can do one in 30 minutes, accounting for *only* time spent drawing, you'd be making $30 an hour, which is pretty cool considering it'd only be bust lineart. ($20 for bust lineart would yield $40/hr, but i'd only charge that of my skills and precision were reliable and en pointe. it could even be pushed to $25, but i wouldnt go more than $30 unless some super complex shit was happening and i happened to be very very good. at which point you still want to be as fast as physically possible)

there was a plot twist though: rendering times.

hypothetically, if i charged $20 for bust lineart, extra $10 for flats, extra $10 for shadibg, and extra ($5 to) $10 for extra finishing details (little backgrounds etc), that would be $50 total for a fully rendered bust. if i took 4 hours to do it (which i think is reasonable time (for me) to do most things by hand), all of a sudden, that's made my $30-40/hr into $12.50/hr.... which is kinda (very) shit lmao

with this in mind, i have one question: just how fast can i make stuff, and what quality will it be? what would i theoretically be paid for my fully rendered bust pieces?

i usually an very VERY slow partly coz i cannot stay focused on a piece for long enough chunks at a time, or, if i can, i will stop halfway through and leave it for several weeks or months, leading to a turnaround that is at such a leisurely pace even *snails* would be envious

ALTHOUGH. last year, my friend (same as above) alerted me to a built-in time-lapse feature in clip studio. i was intensely curious. for whumptober that year, i had a very clear vision of a piece i wanted to do for one of the prompts, so i used that to test the feature. i sat down at about 1700, stopped only for dinner, and had the whole thing exported and posted to tumblr at around 0100, about 7 hours. i have a sneaking suspicion that was the fabled beast called hyperfocus lmao. the [piece] was a roughly rendered full-body shot with a dynamic pose, both hands exposed, and a more complex expression, not bad considering that my pride piece took 10 months :)

bust portraits are my most comfortable style of piece, so i will experiment with those, especially since my character profiles need them, and also i want them all to look cohesive, which means i will re-draw all of my current ones (rip pete, timmy, and kate lol)

(hm, if i took 3 hours instead of 4, that'd be $16.70, if i took 2, it'd be $25... still not even close to that tasty tasty $30-$40/hr... so the solution would be to up the price of rendering since flats are easy. extra $20 (instead of $10) for rendering, since it's as complex as anatomy with lineart, bumping the total price to $60 (which is starting to *really* push the envelope of what i think people would pay for my art). so if i took 4 hours at that price, that'd be $15/hr, 3 hours would be $20/hr, which is better but still kinda shit for all that extra work, and any faster might reduce the quality to a point where it isnt worth that extra $10...)

......... i'll let u guys know the results lol

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

More on Nobby's social life in preservation

Some buddies of special note:

GER 87: They were together in their Clapham Transport Museum days too, and iirc when the time came they were pulled up to York on the same train. 87's just a very nice lad, uncomplicated, not a bad rivet in 'im. His departure for a smaller museum a few years back was upsetting for him and his friends. Kudos to all these old sods, that time around they finally dropped some of the stiff-upper-lip-ness with which they had pulled through all their long lives... internet therapy is going great!

L&YR Aspinall 1008: An even older friend, from Nobby's days at Horwich Works... and had to make a tank engine friend, you know; life is hardly worth living without one. 1008 is a personable engine, though her flaw is that she prides herself on being "a card." "a wag." "a real live wire!" :D She's good fun. Sorta.

MR Composite Coach: They didn't meet till NRM and in fact it wasn't until well into their tenure there that they discovered that they have a similar outlook. They're both very smart and shrewd and skeptical, and that means that, after a long day entertaining guests and behaving themselves, they can have some great late-night private chinwags where they just read everyone else for filth.

NER 1275: He and 1275 (sometimes known informally as "Hip," sometimes as "Bouch") are an especially close pair in the NRM phase of their lives.  They have a lot of life experiences in common so, when it comes to the most important things, they get each other. But that doesn't mean they are always or even often exactly of one mind. Hip loves rousing music hall numbers, sunny showtunes, even had a disco phase! And, as far as audiobooks, he merely tolerates Nobby's dry, heavy nonfiction until it's his turn for them to listen to stories, veering towards fantasy and adventure. The two of them are affectionately resigned to each other's regrettable tastes.

Notably these friends are all pretty low-key and on the whole less famous than him. Coppernob will insist, year in and year out, that he stays strictly out of the internal politics of the more august preserved UK engines. But he says this because he's lying to you and to himself, lol.

It is true that he was shellshocked and felt out of place when first removed from Barrow. The preservation circuit felt so intimidating and cosmopolitan at times. And even these days, now very much at home in the NRM, he tends to be better at keeping his opinions to himself than he used to ("pah! leave me out of it. i'm not anybody.") But this only heightens his impact once he finally breaks his silence, and the truth is that he relishes that.

[kingfishered]

Johnny thought about that for a moment and realised Simon was actually right. He was pretty certain he, at least, had never specifically requested leave any time other than for Christmas, and he’d never heard of Simon willingly taking leave either. Nor Gaz or Price. The Captain would probably be happy if he asked.

The silence after he offered to take Simon to visit his family gave away his answer. He wasn’t surprised to hear his hesitant response. He was prepared for it, even.

“Well, we’ll be waitin’ if ye change yer mind,” Johnny said, smiling up at him. If Simon didn’t feel ready yet, that was okay. But Johnny was determined that, if and hopefully when he did, they would be there for him.

His smile widened into a grin as Simon asked whether he’d have their approval. Little did he know, he practically already did, and they’d never even met him.

“Oh, definitely,” Johnny said with a grin, “They’ve told me they’d love tae meet ye.”

He’d spoken to his sisters about Simon - leaving out any names or identifying details of course, classified and all that, they understood - and they all sounded very enthusiastic to meet him. Of course, they knew quite a bit more about Johnny’s… feelings when it came to Simon. And had probably told his mum, even if he hadn’t told her directly.

What he didn’t realise was that, by saying that, he’d just admitted he’d talked about Simon to his family. Well, that wasn’t the end of the world, was it? He’d also talked to them plenty about Gaz, and Price. Perhaps not quite as… at length. But still, he’d talked about them. It wasn’t an unusual thing to talk about your coworkers to your family.

“My mam would dote on ye,” she did on anyone Johnny sounded interested in these days, enthusiastic for him to find someone already. Yer 26! he could practically hear her saying, Ye shoulda found yerself a lad by now! And then, his sisters, “Beth’s just the sweetest. Likes tae make friends with anyone and everyone. If yer nice tae her, she’ll love ye. And Lorna, well, she can be a bit nosy, but tha’s fine, I’d get her tae shut up fer ye.

“Y’know, there was this one time I brought a guy home, actually,” talking about Lorna’s nosiness had reminded him of the story, and he was already too caught up in telling Simon about his family to stop, “We’re talkin’ years ago now, back when I first passed selection. I went home fer a while after an’ met him while I was there, an’ when I brought him home and Lorna met him she fucking scared him off. By askin’ too many questions! After he left he messaged me tellin’ me tha’ my sister was crazy, an’ if I wanted tae continue seein’ him I had tae tell her tae back aff. Which, obviously, I told him tae piss aff ‘cause that’s ma sister he’s talkin’ about, an’ never saw ‘im again but. Yeah. She can be like tha’ sometimes.”

Then, he realised he wasn’t really doing himself any favours with that story, maybe just discouraging Simon further instead. “Don’t let that scare you off though. I promise, she is nice.”

Simon wouldn't have blamed Johnny for not wanting to think anymore about Joseph, God knows he spent most days actively trying to forget. To forget everything that had happened, wipe it from his memory like blood off of a mirror. It would just smear it, most days, and then he could only stare at his reflection through red.

Just like everything after that night. All he saw was red like a filter of death was over everything he looked at.

Johnny was more of a yellow. Warm, like sunshine on a cold day.

He made the red go away.

"Price'll give you the time off, get him off your back about using the leave days up, too," Simon replied, huffing out a soft laugh. "Think it'll be the first time someone's requested leave, not for anything special."

And then, the offer. He didn't want to outright turn Johnny down, you never knew what the future would have in store for you. Maybe, one day, visiting Johnny's family would be on the table. Maybe it wasn't as outlandish as it sounded in Simon's ears.

But, Johnny hadn't yet found out his full qualms with the word 'family', and right now he wasn't quite sure that he was strong enough to explain it.

The last time he had a family, they got slaughtered for his incompetence. 

This time? God fucking knows. 

So, he decided to simply resign himself.

"Think that ship might've said for me already, Sergeant. Families. I don't…" Simon sighed and gently shook his head. "I don't think I have that kind of thing in me anymore."

Could he ever have it again? Did he even want to have it again?

He knew he wanted Johnny, and he supposed that if Johnny came with a family, he'd have to have them, too. He did know better now, never to cross personal life with work, but where exactly would that leave him and Soap? He'd be Ghost all day, they'd go home together and suddenly he'd have to switch back to Simon. It wouldn't work.

Would he be able to figure it out with Johnny?

Simon didn't really know why he was thinking so deeply about it, it wasn't even going to happen. 

He'd just never been invited to meet someone's family before. It was… nice. And he really did want to.

"Think they'd like me?"