#while i find myself to relate more to vi

[chronicals-of-the-never-happened]

Something was off in the air today. Persephone was terribly mad about something, on edge even. The slightest thing, miniscule a problem, managed to tick her off. Which is out of character, especially around Shirley, who seemed awfully bored.

"Honey, stop interrupting. Deadline's tonight." With as much love she could muster, annoyence drizzled from her honeyed voice.

"Nah."

"What do you mean, Nah? Get off my bed, please. I jist want a hug~" She begged with enough desperstion, that a sane person would have already heed her words without her having to beg. "Come here, now!" She demands, with a slight authoritative edge.

Shirley laid back down, into Persephone's soft sheets, focus back on her phone scrolling away, occasionally sending memes and reels to Persephone's phone and it dinged each time.

Her mind was beyond exhausted, having been so busy that she had forgotten to complete an essay—half way done to be exact—however, knowing her exeptionally great relationship with the professor, Persephone's confident she might get an extra day to finish up.

However, it seems her beloved girlfriend is acting up more than needed.

Glacing over her shoulder, to her blissfully unaware lover, who's scrolling away on whatever, not a care in the world. Especially, not about her beloved girlfriend's needs.

'For fucks sake.' She sighed, walking over.

Glaring down at Shirley with eyes of challange, and perhaps slight anger, she slowly descends onto Ley, caging her onto the bed—Ley's legs were between Perse's—hovering above her with darkened eyes.

Slipping the phone out of her grasp, Perse threw it onto some other part of the bed. Soon her hands snaked around Ley's neck, as Perse left a trail of kisses in her wake. From the forehead, to the tip of her nose, a fat one on both of her reddened cheeks, sly one at the corner of her lips and then finally her neck. Shirley's neck.

Perse smirked, as she watched her lover melt into her palms, as they snaked down Shirley's body, slipping under her shirt and cupping her breasts. Perse enjoyed watching her sweet darling's reactions, sinking in the schocked, appauled face Shirley made—from the contact of Perse's deep freezer level cold ass fucking hands—as those same fingers played with her buds.

Leaning down, Persephone licked her neck, leaving wet kisses, before nibbling at the skin, left hand trailing lower, and lower...

[theautismcorner]

I have bothered my friends about this enough so now I'm posting my ramblings to tumblr so i don't annoy anyone. This is primarily about being disabled.

I love Viktor so much. I love seeing disability rep in media, especially the way they talk about Viktor within arcane. I will phrase this in the most vague way I can - at the end of season two when Jayce talks to Viktor about it I wanted to implode. I would kill for someone to say that to me. I relate to him on an insane level. Starting off with something i find amusing and unrelated to disability - my eyes are actually fairly similar in color to his, specifically when I’m outside/in natural light. One of my friends called them dark honey one time which i think is really cute. Now onto the disability part - I am physically disabled (I have hypermobile ehlers danlos syndrome) and often walk with a limp due to pain and have to use braces a lot. While I am dealing with my flare ups reading fics from Viktors pov is really therapeutic because they make me feel like I am not alone in my pain. They help to distract me from the pain too. Something within the fics--the ones that have his pain as a central element--that i love is how much the other characters (namely jayce) care about him and just see him. People who aren't disabled probably don't know how hard it is to ask for the help you need it during flares for fear of being a burden or being weak. When people just offer help, even with small things like getting a blanket or making a cup of tea, it truly means the world. I have been in a flare for three days and have been virtually on my own with it because I don't live with people i like much or even care to know that well and cant really physically leave once the flare is active. I have been living off of crackers, cheese, and cereal because I cant make myself food which sucks. I am lucky i had put my mini fridge next to my bed so i don't have to walk to get ice packs or cheese. I just read Viktor fics (jayvik to be more specific because season two is ouchy) and listen to the same song on loop for hours (the song is Fantastic - Cait and Vis song) just wishing I had someone to care for me like what I am reading. I read one where Jayce makes Viktor his favorite soup and brings it to him and that's exactly what i wish I had right now. I love living vicariously through the fics but god would it be nice to have this stuff irl. Anyways, my legs feel like they are being pulled apart, one muscle/tendon/bone at a time, so I am going to keep reading fics until I have to hobble to a friendsgiving. If y'all have any fic recs please let me know.

[meazalykov]

redirection VI

esmee brugts x reader

last chapter: redirection V

next chapter: redirection VII

after the day at the beach, we had the day off from any football related activity. i woke up late at 9am, took my kittens to the vet, went grocery shopping, jogged for a while in the nice weather, then watched a few of my favorite shows that i wasn’t able to keep up with due to my schedule.

the next day before practice– i woke up late. everyone was already on the pitch, waiting for jona to arrive, as I walked outside of the hallway doors. 

as I stepped onto the field, i smiled at some of the girls who waved at me to come over to them. it was good to be back at practice with my team after a day off. breaks are needed though, which is why i feel better this morning. 

“welcome, y/n! welcome! sit down.” lucy pats a spot on the grass next to her. i smiled as i moved to sit next to her, with mapi on my right. my eyebrows showed the confusion i tried to hide on my face, why is lucy so excited for me to sit? 

“soooooo— how was your date!!!?” mapi smiled as she wrapped her tatted arms around my shoulders. my jaw dropped as i displayed a look of shock. 

ever since esmee and i had gone to the beach together, i figured that most of the girls wouldn’t know about it. oh boy– i was wrong. 

“salma!” i say as the spanish girl hides her face behind vicky’s back. she was the only one i told about the beach day with esmee. 

ingrid, mapi, bruna, salma, vicky, ona, and lucy wasted no time in playfully ribbing me about my "date" with esmee, and i couldn't help but blush.

“it wasn’t a date, we both just wanted to go to the beach!” i put my hands up in defense after ona made a suspicious joke. 

“mentirosa!” (liar) salma laughs. 

"salma, seriously?" I muttered under my breath, wondering how she managed to spread the news so quickly.

“cheer up and don’t worry y/n, you aren’t the only ones whos getting teased about it!” vicky smirks as she points over to a group twenty feet away. i saw esmee cover her face in her hands as aitana, jana, lucia, aria, keira, frido, and cata laugh about something. 

“we find it very cute. you both look more radiant today.” ingrid pats her hands on my leg as i smile at her compliment. she was right. ever since that moment between esmee and i in my car– i couldn’t help but feel optimistic about a potential future with her. 

“as you do everyday.” i say back in ingrid.

“true!” mapi agrees with me. 

“this is what– the twentieth couple at barcelona?” vicky jokes. 

“says you! we all know about that crush you have on your classmate from the academy!” salma nudges vicky, who blushes at the thought of her crush. 

“aweee” i say, crossing my legs and observing vicky’s actions. 

“aweee you! we aren’t forgetting about you and esmee. what did you guys do?” vicky asks. i look up at the blue sky for a second before spilling– some– of the details. 

“we went to the beach for a couple of hours. we tanned then went to eat. before that she came to my apartment and met my new kittens and–” 

“SHE WENT TO YOUR APARTMENT?” ona says as she stands up in shock, ignoring everything else i said. 

lucy laughs and tells her to sit back down as i put my head in my hands. 

“not like that you dirty mind! i needed to grab my beach stuff since we went to the beach after the recovery training!!” i defended myself. 

mapi laughs and squeezes my shoulders, since her arms were still around me this entire time. 

“you got new kittens? we wanna meet them!” mapi says— nodding her head at ingrid too– i can tell that this is her attempt at relieving some of the teasing that i am receiving. 

“you guys can come over anytime as long as i am home! i adopted two kittens.” 

“you should name one culer and the other barca” bruna speaks up. 

“i already named them berry and macadamia, after some of my favorite treats!” 

“aweee” 

i smiled at bruna before i seen aitana walk up to our group. 

“come on, coach is here!” she says. she looks around the group before seeing me, smirking immediately as she patted on my back to walk with her to the middle of the pitch. 

during practice, i found myself gravitating towards esmee– even though we didn’t speak on the pitch this morning. we texted each other our usual goodmorning texts which made me content. 

when we needed partners for our next drills, esmee jogged up to me and held my arm gently– signaling that i am her partner. 

we decided to pair up for drills, and as we worked together, i couldn't stop smiling. being close to her and the rest of the team gave me the joy that i haven’t felt in a long time beforehand. 

the barcelona media team happened to capture a moment where esmee & i were hugging after winning a small 2v2 scrimmage against caroline and lucy. the picture showed genuine happiness on both our faces. her arms wrapped around my waist as my head was leaning on hers. 

they posted it to instagram– but i wouldn’t see it until later. 

hours later, I finished preparing the wet kitten food for my kittens. berry tried to climb on my leg, while maca waited patiently, before I put their food bowls down and they ran to devour their food.

the same second I placed the bowls down, I heard my phone ring on the kitchen counter.

"(sister)"

my phone displayed my sister's name and contact picture. I clicked the green button immediately since she hasn't called me in a while.

"hello?" I say.

"heyyy y/n, how are you?" my sister asks, I walk over to sit on my living room couch as I wanted to focus on the conversation with my sister.

"I'm doing good, how about you!?"

"I'm good! I just wanted to call because I miss you!" my sister says. I can hear the sad undertone in her voice as I looked over at my kittens, who are still eating their dinner.

"I miss you too! you know you can come here whenever you want, I have an extra room here."

'I know, but spain is so far away from texas." my sister says.

my sister currently goes to college in texas, where she plays basketball. she's a d1 player who hopes to get into the wnba draft soon.

"that's true, and I'm positive you can't take time out of your schedule to see me." I frown.

"I'm sorry."

"don't apologize, we know how our careers work." I say.

I hear my sister sigh, and a few seconds go by before she changed the topic.

"I see that you're doing great in barcelona though, I am happy for you my goat!"

"hahah shut up!"

"no seriously, two goals so far in your first game with one of the best clubs in the world? you're crazy!" my sister rants.

sometimes I can't believe it too. months ago I was sobbing over not feeling good enough, and now I have the opportunities to prove myself wrong.

"I just wanted to impress my coach and the team."

"and you did that well--- on instagram it looks like you're fitting right in with them." my sister says.

my eyebrows knit together in confusion, I've just posted myself with the team a few times. not enough for my sister to say something like that without a detailed meaning.

"what do you mean?"

"I started to follow the femeni page a week ago, and they posted a picture of you and a girl earlier. esmee I think her name is? you looked so happy and I'm glad you're making friends." my sister says.

my heart flutters at her statement. I haven't checked instagram all evening so I'm not sure what "photo" she is talking about.

"yeah-- you're right--her name is esmee." my voice spoke softly, a shift from the excited tone earlier.

"y/n?" my sister says.

"yes?" I respond.

"what's wrong?" my sister noticed the shift in my voice.

"nothing!" I say as i look outside the windows to my balcony, making a mental note to water my plants after the phone call.

"is esmee your friend?" my sister asks.

"yes, of course!" I say.

"I feel like you're lying."

"because I am.." I confess.

"huh?"

"esmee is a girl I've-- I've um.." I swallow, not knowing how to describe esmee to my sister.

"ESMEE IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND???" my sister yells excitedly.

"oh no no no! but what if I wanted her to be?" I ask.

my sister currently has been in a relationship with her girlfriend for about five years, so I trust her with relationship advice.

"then she is your crush." my sister says.

we are on a regular call, but I can tell she's smirking.

not long after that, my sister had to end the call because her basketball coach called her. my heart beat in my chest as she is the first person I've fully confessed my crush on esmee to.

she teased me for the first few minutes but stopped when she heard the discomfort in my voice. luckily, she has hope for me.

surprisingly, I have hope for myself too.

(imagine you're ingrid engen below. imagine that this is a picture from the training session mentioned above, and not from a game, lol)

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[quibbs126]

Okay the Earthspark megop Terran kid has wormed his way back into my brain once more, at least today. He may be gone yet again by tomorrow

Not much has changed other than I really don’t know what to make his alt mode, and I still don’t have a name for him

Could someone help me on this maybe please? I don’t really know who to ask outside of tumblr itself

Well I mean, I guess my real life friend, but I don’t know when I’ll be meeting her next, so the question still stands

But I do have at least a couple more details in my brain for him now. Like for example, I’m like 99% sure he’s gonna stay a boy

One, I think I’ve solidified that he’s at least slightly bigger than Megatron and Optimus, if not a little more than that (I know the Terrans are supposed to be smaller than the Cybertronians, but let me have this. Say it’s because either the fact that both of them touched it or because they’re big and have things like the Matrix it makes the Terran bigger than usual. Or because they’re huge Cybertronians)

So with that in mind, I imagine he needs a pretty big alt mode. Granted, I don’t know how big, since this series doesn’t entirely adhere to robot sizes matching the vehicle mode. Like Megatron’s a big aircraft while Optimus is a semi truck, which is also big for a car but I don’t think is nearly the same size, and yet the two are relatively the same height in robot form. But regardless, a big alt mode would probably be best

Also I do want it to be a vehicle (in part bc I don’t know what to do otherwise though)

Another thing, more specific, is I’m imagining him with big gauntlets on his arms, sort of like Vi from League of Legends (she was kind of the inspiration for this idea). They’re part of his body, not removable armor, though he might be able to detach them like rocket arms in a fight. He can probably also shoot lasers out of them too. So his arms should probably be something significant in his alt mode, or his alt mode gives him a reason why his arms would be like that in some way

Actually, I think that’s all the new details I have, at least in so much that they help this quest for an alt mode for this character

I guess I could give personality things as well? But I don’t have much fleshed out, in part because I feel like I keep ending up recreating Jawbreaker or someone too similar. Best I have so far is that he’s energetic and optimistic, but he also does not know his own strength, and he is very powerful, so he ends up doing damage when he doesn’t mean to. It’s something Megatron and Optimus are trying to work with him on. Though this all might still change anyways because I still don’t know if it works. It still might be too similar to another character

Edit: oh wait, other small things because they might be useful too. So I’m keeping this idea he has an odd fixiation with the earth/underground. Mostly because something in my head finds this “he yearns for the mines” concept to be funny and it will not let it go. Anyways, so he likes punching rocks and cliffs and such, maybe because they’re things that don’t instantly crumble under his punch. He may end up creating intricate tunnel systems because he likes punching the earth. And/or he’s got a slight weird sixth sense for things underground and the places he punches might end up leading to somewhere useful. But maybe not always, sometimes it is just punching a random cliff side. I don’t know, it’s a bit odd and random, but I do want to keep in some way this underground/earth related element to his character. Though maybe that’s too limiting in his design choices

I still need to find a name too. I should probably try to at least make that myself. But like another thing with the Terrans is that their names seem to be more Earth things (though that’s not entirely untrue of Cybertronians either), and I don’t know what to do with that angle. I keep making more robot sounding ones, or ones I’m pretty sure another character already has

[chiyeko-kurea]

one of my favorite poems + my analysis

i wanted to share it with you guys:)

(VERY poorly translated, sadly never as good as the original)

« Je vis, je meurs » Louise Labé, Sonnets, 1555

« I live, I die: I drown and I burn,

I endure at once extreme heat and cold;

Life is at once too soft and too hard,

I feel boredom mingled with joys.

At the same time, I laugh and I cry,

And I endure many torments of pleasures,

My fortune fades away, and lasts forever,

At the same time, I wither and I Bloom.

Thus I suffer love’s inconstancies

And when I believe I will suffer more,

Without knowing, I find myself at peace.

Then, when I feel my joy is certain,

And I am on top of what I could wish right now,

Love casts me back into my former grief. »

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So there’s a few things i would translate differently.

1) I would write « I drown and burn » without the other « I » because in the original poem, the idea conveyed is really that the feeling of drowning constantly is parallel to the one of burning, happening in the same time in the author’s mind while being completely opposite.

The idea of drowning constantly (that I personally really relate to) = therefore maybe also feeling like suffocating/ choking constantly, not being able to breathe and a constant weigh inside the chest.

+ sinking further and further until one day reaching rock bottom -> the idea of giving up on ourselves?

Or you could also interpret the word ‘drowning’ as fighting to stay above water, to gasp for air, being between sanity and trying to stay there because if you give up you will drown into insanity and darkness that is trying to pull you in. With that interpretation you also get the idea of tiredness and eventually having to give up if you know you’re doomed to drown anyway, but you can’t stop trying to survive.

But i think in this case ‘drown’ is more that achingly slow, constant, oppressive feeling of slowly sinking opposed to the complete chaos of burning fire and being actively consumed alive/ having a fire inside ur mind.

2) Second verse is also poorly translated. It would be more like ‘i burn while enduring chilblain’ which is completely different from the original verse but closer in terms of meaning, to me. Same idea of opposite feelings, i think everyone interprets differently.

3) 3rd verse IS JUST SHIT!! WHAT IS THAT TRANSLATION?? It’s so lameeeee! Ugh. The idea that i felt in the OP (original poem) was like ‘Life is to me too listless/ limp/ (=basically ‘soft’ but in a pejorative way. Life is boring, tasteless, nothing worth much, nothing that excites her mind.) Also she says ‘TO ME’. To her. Her life, not life in general. Basically, how life is to her, « towards » her. But at the same time, life is too hard to her (not « for » her!) to the point it’s like torture.

4) The next verse is kind of a résumé of her whole fucking life. That i would translate as ‘i have great ennuis intertwined with joys’. « Ennuis » could be, indeed, translated as ‘boredom’, (the way i understood it) but also as ‘problems’/‘worries’. Basically either a long, dull, boring, worthless road with sometimes great joys/ or if you got for the different meaning of ‘ennuis’: lots of terrible problems and disasters in your life but sometimes also great joys, both mingled.

5) « love’s inconsistencies » -> Love is written in the OP with a capital letter. I don’t really think it’s necessarily romantic love, but love in general: what you experience, live, feel, discover, which is basically essential to life. Imagine a life where you don’t love any type of music, book, movie, food, weather, people, feeling, taste, smell… But primarily, I think she means that Love (as an entity rather than a simple feeling) kinda throws her around; and she is a ‘victim’ of it, she suffers from it and its intensity, unpredictability, force. She is condemned, as a human, to be a subject/ slave of love. She is not, and never will be, in control of that -and therefore her life.

6) The two last verses are so poorly translated it should be a crime. The idea behind them is really interesting!

« And I am on top of what I could wish right now » -> when she has everything she could wish for, she has obtained and achieved everything she ever dreamed off, longed for, ached for, when she has reached what is the ultimate completion of her desires that would grant her happiness; and finally everything that bothered her and kept her from tasting a freedom and peace of the soul is gone; when there’s nothing more she could possibly need or even wish for; she doesn’t. Feel. Happy. Anymore. She loses it. She feels the same as she used to before. It’s a never-ending cycle. She thinks she finally has it all, but it all crumbles, again and again and she can never keep it. She can taste it for a bit, but then it vanishes and she is right back in her ‘primary misery’.

She feels joy, she feels happy, she thinks it’s gonna last forever: it never does. For me, it really convey the idea of relapse. You get clean, you feel great, life is good, but then, how could you even think it was gonna last anyway? You relapse, fall right back in your misery.

I haven’t analyzed (corrected) the 2nd quatrain and the first tercet because this post is already very long (so i just corrected the most important ones)

and i don’t wanna bore you😭 but if you like poetry we could discuss it together if you want🫶

[callsign-rogueone]

Hi!

Question for you since I’ve been thinking about this and you were the first person I thought I’d ask.

Have we ever seen any of the Tyrrish kids actually speak their language?

I don’t think so cause I feel like it would probably be Xaden to Violet (maybe whispering sweet nothings to her?) and I would have definitely remembered that.

And…..now I really want to see our fourth wing rebellion boys talking in Tyrrish. (Especially to their girlfriends)

Okay last question/theory that’s pretty unlikely

Can Brennan speak Tyrrish?

I mean maybe the rebellion kids spoke it in Aretia?

and he picked up on it cause he was away for six years?

I don’t think so but…..maybe?

…Fine

I do have one more thing to say (last one I promise….for now)

I read the new aaric and sunny part!

Amazing!

I really loved the fact that you depicted her as someone who came from nothing vs cam being born in the lap of luxury, that’s going to be interesting.

we also got another perspective on the riders’ quadrant

As in it’s a way for sunny to make her life better and she sees it as that versus like say violet, who just saw it as a death sentence.

That made more sense in my head…..

anyway!

those are my very long thoughts…heh

Sending love (for some reason my heart emoji isn’t working so just imagine a heart here),

A (yes I’m the same one from yesterday)

hi lovie!! welcome back!

it’s confirmed that Xaden (177) and Brennan (345) speak it! so by extension I’m sure Bodhi does too, and most likely Garrick and Liam, etc etc.

I think they might not specify when they’re speaking in Tyrrish because it’s Violet’s thoughts / pov so she understands it and writes it all down in the same language (I believe that we’re basically reading her diary. when they go out into the woods with infantry and a scribe, she talks about the scribe notes being accurate down to exact quotes and conversations, and Vi has scribe training.)

I also can’t find it but I swear there’s a line somewhere that’s like “the assembly resume arguing in Tyrrish”. but that may have been from a fic I read/wrote. I tend to mix them up sometimes since it’s been ~6mo since I read both books.

as soon as I found out Bren speaks it, I was like… I’m giving you a Tyrrish wife that you’re going to rizz up by speaking to in a “dead language” (see “allies”). so a lot of his dialogue with Duchess is italicized, implying it’s in Tyrrish. you’ll get some “Tyrrish” words here and there as Dain picks some up for Love (👀) but I’ll translate those in the conversation, bc I’m not gonna make y’all copy-paste things into Google lol

and thank you!! I wanted to make Sunny his complete opposite in some way. I’m from a lower-income community in the states and a lot of kids here join the military to get out and start a stable life, so I took inspiration from that. I considered it myself, but I didn’t meet their health requirements. I’ve been falling apart at the seams for a while now. that’s one of the reasons I like Vi so much, because I relate to her being breakable 😅

love ya!! 💖

[vivacissimx]

On Lyanna's crypt statue

Having many Winterfell crypts thoughts of late, but did want to theorize about the possible unintended results of the break-in-procedure that Ned committed when he had statues made for his siblings Brandon & Lyanna:

"And there's my grandfather, Lord Rickard, who was beheaded by Mad King Aerys. His daughter Lyanna and his son Brandon are in the tombs beside him. Not me, another Brandon, my father's brother. They're not supposed to have statues, that's only for the lords and the kings, but my father loved them so much he had them done." [AGOT, Bran VII]

Yes, bittersweet, however also wanted to touch on this in the face of Winterfell being partially a necropolis (the crypts are larger than the entire castle!), and how Lyanna having this effigy relates to her presence through the books. We actually meet Lyanna through that very crypt statue (Ned leads Robert down to pay respects) and the gravesite symbolizes a final rejection of Robert when he says he would have buried her on a hill, outside, beneath a fruit tree and the sun only for Ned to remind him that she wanted to "rest beside Brandon and Father." Immediately, she's an active presence. During this visit, Ned feels that the dead are watching & even speaking to him. He sees the empty grave where he will be buried. He acknowledges that this is "his place."

This is the last time Ned visits the crypts before his death. Aside, I think that's interesting because while Ned's physical remains are a point of contention it's implied that Maester Luwin commissions a statue of him prior to dying, so we can assume that even if his tomb is forever empty, Ned Stark will still have a place in the crypts. That does connect to the point I'm making, that the crypts of Winterfell are less important as a gravesite than as a living site of memory.

Bran and Rickon live in the crypts during Winterfell's occupation & we know they interact with the Rickard/Brandon/Lyanna area because they take Brandon's sword (it's absence later noted by Barbrey). This is also when Bran communicates with Jon beyond the Wall:

He could reach Summer whenever he wanted, and once he had even touched Ghost and talked to Jon. Though maybe he had only dreamed that. [ACOK Bran VII]

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[Jon as Ghost during a wolf dream] sniffed at the bark, smelled wolf and tree and boy, but behind that there were other scents, the rich brown smell of warm earth and the hard grey smell of stone and something else, something terrible. Death, he knew. He was smelling death. He cringed back, his hair bristling, and bared his fangs. Don't be afraid, I like it in the dark. No one can see you, but you can see them. But first you have to open your eyes. See? Like this. And the tree reached down and touched him. [ACOK Jon VII]

How did Bran do that? This is a conscious dreamsharing sequence we don't see again in the series. I dunno if it has anything to do with Lyanna at all but we know the dead are always watching, that they're present in the connection between Jon & Bran, and more importantly, that Winterfell's dead have been in Jon's dream before. As he recounts to Sam, he has a recurring nightmare about the crypts:

I find myself in front of the door to the crypts. It's black inside, and I can see the steps spiraling down. Somehow I know I have to go down there, but I don't want to. I'm afraid of what might be waiting for me. The old Kings of Winter are down there, sitting on their thrones with stone wolves at their feet and iron swords across their laps, but it's not them I'm afraid of. I scream that I'm not a Stark, that this isn't my place, but it's no good, I have to go anyway, so I start down, feeling the walls as I descend, with no torch to light the way. [AGOT Jon VI]

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He dreamt he was back in Winterfell, limping past the stone kings on their thrones. Their grey granite eyes turned to follow him as he passed, and their grey granite fingers tightened on the hilts of the rusted swords upon their laps. You are no Stark, he could hear them mutter, in heavy granite voices. There is no place for you here. Go away. [...] Up above he heard drums. They are feasting in the Great Hall, but I am not welcome there. I am no Stark, and this is not my place. His crutch slipped and he fell to his knees. The crypts were growing darker. A light has gone out somewhere. "Ygritte?" he whispered. "Forgive me. Please." But it was only a direwolf, grey and ghastly, spotted with blood, his golden eyes shining sadly through the dark [ASOS Jon VIII]

The Lyanna connection to all this is clear. There's something in the crypts waiting for him but it's not the Kings of Winter—that narrows it down a bit then!

Ned wasn't supposed to give Lyanna a statue, but she asked to be buried there, and he did, and now Jon has dreams of something reaching out to him. Bran possibly hitches onto this line to speak to Jon. Before Ned died, he also dreamed of Lyanna's statue reaching out to him:

He was walking through the crypts beneath Winterfell, as he had walked a thousand times before. The Kings of Winter watched him pass with eyes of ice, and the direwolves at their feet turned their great stone heads and snarled. Last of all, he came to the tomb where his father slept, with Brandon and Lyanna beside him. "Promise me, Ned," Lyanna's statue whispered. [AGOT Ned XIII]

Staying on Jon's crypt dreams however, I've talked about this somewhere before but ACOK Theon shares Jon's ASOS crypt dream, albeit from a different angle. Jon is in the crypts but Theon is at the feast upstairs. As in life, Jon is not welcome at Robert's welcoming feast, while Theon technically is. Both of their dreams end with Grey Wind appearing.

But there were others with faces he had never known in life, faces he had seen only in stone. The slim, sad girl who wore a crown of pale blue roses and a white gown spattered with gore could only be Lyanna. Her brother Brandon stood beside her, and their father Lord Rickard just behind. Along the walls figures half-seen moved through the shadows, pale shades with long grim faces. The sight of them sent fear shivering through Theon sharp as a knife. And then the tall doors opened with a crash, and a freezing gale blew down the hall, and Robb came walking out of the night. Grey Wind stalked beside, eyes burning, and man and wolf alike bled from half a hundred savage wounds. [ACOK Theon V]

And who is present in Theon's dream? Lyanna. The face he's only ever seen in stone. Because she has a statue in Winterfell's crypts.

Which brings us to three people who've specifically had Lyanna's crypt statue haunt their dreams. That statue which is an anomaly and shouldn't exist. It makes me wonder. Wonder if Ned didn't do a little something there.

[alfietalksaboutcomics]

NYX #1 Explores Life After Krakoa

Hey! It's been awhile since I posted but I'm still around! Late July I did a reivew for Graphic Policy on NYX #1. I posted the link but I'm also going to try something new and post the text of the review here on Tumblr! I also would just like to add that as of this posting the series has gone up to issue #3 and so far it's my favorite book in the From the Ashes relaunch! Anyhow with all that said I'll leave you with the review!

How do you cope with the loss of paradise? This is the question at the heart of the From the Ashes relaunch of X-Men, and no title so far exemplifies that question more than NYX. The mutant island nation of Krakoa is no more and its diaspora is left to pick up the pieces. And like so many of the world’s diasporas, many Krakoans find their new home in New York City, holding onto what community they have left.

This first issue of NYX is told largely through the perspective of Ms. Marvel. She is an interesting character to hinge the first issue on seeing as she never quite got to experience the promise of Krakoa and is still exploring her newfound mutant identity. Writers Jackson Lanzing and Collin Kelly pick up the thread of Kamala attending college courses in NYC that was established in her last run of solos. The school that once was receiving funding from an anti-mutant hate group now is host to a ethnic studies course on Krakoa and its diaspora, taught by Xavier’s own Prodigy, now going by Professor Alleyne. Kamala is attending this course alongside her new friend and Prodigy’s former classmate at Xavier’s, Sophie of the Stepford Cuckoos. Other Xavier’s alumni like Anole and Laura Kinney the Wolverine also make appearances in the  comic, as a bartender and vigilante respectively. Seeing Kamala bounce off between these characters is fun and interesting. Alongside these more positive budding relationships Kamala runs into several threats in this issue, one being a anti-mutant group called the “Truthseekers” and another being the mysterious self proclaimed Krakoan dressed in a mix of Magneto and Professor X’s Krakoan costumes, who may or may not have a connection to members of the books cast that should provide for some interesting drama. 

This book should be a particular treat for fans of the Academy X run of comics, that subsect of the X-Men fandom have long been asking for a book that centers around characters from that series and NYX seems like the answer to their prayers. 

I find myself in a curious position vis à vis this book. I myself am a twenty-something queer New Yorker college student. The characters in this book are largely teenager to twenty-something allegorically (and in some cases literally) queer New Yorker college students who are members of a diaspora. This is a setup that is quite similar to my own life. Thus I feel a certain draw to this book that’s subject matter so closely relates to my lived experience. I will admit to getting a kick out of seeing the imfamous Highline sculpture, the Vessel in the issue. I eagerly anticipate seeing more NYC landmarks throughout the following issues. The characters feel pretty authentic to my lived experience, Lanzing and Kelly pretty solidly land the voice of my generation. 

The art by Francesco Mortarino feels like a step up from his work on Avengers, the first page in particular is quite stunning, partly due to Raul Angulo’s quite excellent colors. The characters look appropriately youthful and the rendering of NYC is well done. I’d compare Mortarino’s faces to Luciano Vecchio’s work, but while it’s similar in the angler nature of the faces it’s still suitably different and it’s own thing. In general the issue doesn’t have so much visual spectacle but the art team makes it a compelling visual treat. 

Overall NYX #1 isn’t the most flashy of first issues but it’s laying down a lot of interesting tracks, the characters aren’t really a team yet but honestly I think that’s not exactly what the book is going for. NYX seems to be telling a story about a group of young mutants finding their place in a world post the fall of their homeland, and it does a pretty damn compelling job doing it. This is definitely a book to keep an eye on.

Story: Jackson Lanzing, Collin Kelly Art: Francesco Mortarino Color: Raul Angulo Letterer: Joe Sabino Story: 8.5 Art: 7.5 Overall: 8.0 Recommendation: Read 

[tooningin]

Tw: Suicide mention on paragraph 5

while I don’t mind the idea of Jinx becoming a revolutionary (Preferably in tandem with Sevika and Ekko rather than in place of), it was incredibly rushed. Jinx blew up the council for her own reasons, not her city’s, and there is no believable or logical in-narrative reason for her now suddenly caring about Zaun’s freedom. Not to mention how it’s just thrown out the window post ep 4. And oh yeah, Sevika. Where the fuck was she after that episode? I liked the dynamic they and Isha had going on. How come she got over being ko’d and tied to a chair by Jinx so quickly?

And as heartwarming as it was seeing Jinx and Isha bond, and the former finally find a (sadly temporary) sense of peace, I hated how Isha was nothing more than a magical key to all of Jinx’s problems and insecurities. Isha’s like a Melog, if you will. We have Jinx and Catra, 2 characters with severe trauma, but then cutie comes and oh look the mentally unstable characters are a-okay now 😀. I don’t mind them being a part of these characters’ arcs, but please let them be individual characters.

So ep 6 comes around and the plot Devi- I mean, Isha and Warwick (What was the point of bringing him back?), and Jinx is back to square one. Like almost completely. Having this occur in the series finale was a poor writing choice in my opinion. There’s not enough time to get her back into the swing of things in a believable manner.

Ekko then conveniently forgets about the firelights, his people, who Jinx spent years slaughtering and introduces this idea of it being never too late to build something new. Which like, okay, that could work. But it’s ruined by 2 factors: The meaning of the quote in the context of the story and the ending of Jinx.

Arcane has completely forgotten about its socioeconomic related conflicts and themes of oppression in favor of mind boggling slop with pretty visuals, where the resolution is Jayce singing the “I love you” song to the Council (This line was way funnier in my head). Thus “Building something new” is not helping to make a better future for Zaunites, not rectifying everything she’s done (Arcane season 2 cares far more about Jinx killing the enforcers than it does about her killing firelights. That’s bonkers), but by HELPING PILTOVER

To top it all off, Jinx sacrifices herself. The fact that she, alongside Jayce and Viktor, are all canonically suicidal, are the ones to sacrifice themselves is… quite a choice. The choicest choice to have ever choiced indeed, especially the decision to use THE SAME MUSIC USED DURING THE SCENE WHERE SHE WAS TRYING TO BLOW HERSELF UP

Plus she’s probably alive anyway, as evidenced by Cait looking at the sewer maps and smiling (Since when were these 2 on good terms?), the blimp, and the end credits being in a scribbly art style SO WHAT WAS THE POINT OF HER SACRIFICING HERSELF-

(Not to mention how OOC it is of Jinx to NOT tell Vi “I’m not actually dead I’m gonna go find myself now byeeeeee”.)-

“Oh you just lack media literacy!, Arcane is a tragedy, What did you expect?!”

I expected substance.

[gelatomesomeironqrow]

I'm not sure if I already made a blog post about characters I believe to be part of the Asexual/Aromantic spectrum community but I'm bored and AO3 is down and I have a headache so I can't even attempt to write any of my fanfictions like I want to so here we go.

Starting off with my baby.

Ikkaku Madarame. I personally headcanon this wonderful man to be Demisexual. I would say he is aromantic but honestly I feel like a man who writes poetry. Yes, he writes poetry, and makes accessories for children, has a romantic side.

In the anime he has not once expressed interest in anyone, be it the most attractive woman or man, and yet... he is so in tune with Yumichika that he can recognize his laughter from across a battlefield while in the midst of a fight. So, yes, he is demi for Yumichika. The only one who he fully trusts and respects, such is the ways of a Demisexual.

Moving on from this wonderful specimen of a man... we enter the world of dreams.

Yes. Dream of the Endless. The man of everyone's dreams and nightmares. The dude is so much of a Demisexual that it took thousands of years for him to even admit to himself that Hodge is his friend, let alone the potential of a future love interest. Yes. I know he has had romantic relationships in the past, and that he had a kid with a gorgeous woman. Demis still have sex. He trusted her enough that he came to her aid to save her. He just wants intimacy with someone but it takes him forever to trust and let someone in.

Also, the dude has canonically turned into a black cat. Cats don't trust as easily as dogs.

Anyways. Moving on to a character that is canonically AroAce.

Isaac Henderson and this other kid that I don't know if we ever got a name from.

I, too, would prefer books over being in a relationship but alas... with my personal health issues, I need someone to be somewhat intimate with.

Now... I have watched many, many shows and movies and I try to find myself in so many of them. I know. Weird. Trying to find relation in entertainment to better enjoy something. I can still watch and read things if I don't have someone like myself in there. Anyways...

Going into the world of MDZS.

Nie Huaisang.

This man is 100% an Asexual who thrives on finding queer platonic friendships.

Also. The guy has hyperfixations in birds, fans, art, and getting revenge for his older brother's murder.

I love him. I can relate with hyperfixating, I cannot relate in the art of revenge. His level of dedication is unmatched.

Moving on.

Arcane is something I'm currently obsessing over so... let's dive into the world of headcanons since everyone has a million and no one knows for sure what is Canon.

Viktor. My man. The Jesus of Hextech.

It took getting rid of his emotions to realize that Jayce was the only one he ever wanted but it was too late. Such a doomed situationship. Anyways. I think of him as an asexual who valued companionship and wanted that intimacy. Again. With Jayce. The himbo who didn't realize what he lost until he lost it twice.

Hot take... and I could be completely wrong... but Jinx, herself.

I think if it came down to it. She would have sex but she hates physical intimacy. To the point where the only ones she willingly ever approached for human contact were Vi, Isha, Vander and Silco. Her found family that she had no romantic or sexual feelings for. I know alot of people ship her and Ekko. I can see it. But the girl is traumatized and has so many mental health problems. Maybe more of a Gray ace/Aego spectrum?

Speaking of. Let's talk about Silco.

I think he would be Asexual. Similar to Jinx if I'm being honest. He would be open to that level of intimacy, with the right people. But he has never had that kind of connection with anyone besides, possibly Vander. But... that situationship ended in tragedy and bitter feelings so... yep. Welcome to the Ace community, my love.

Ignoring that and moving on...

RWBY.

Miss Ruby herself.

Honestly. She needs that level of connection and trust before she would even consider that form of intimacy. If she ever thought about it. Which. I don't think she does.

Ending with my main girl... Neopolitan, would be a Demiromantic Ace. She has romantic feelings for Torchwick. But that's it. Girl really chose to become one with a mystical tree so she could finally move on from him.

There are plenty of more. Penny Polendina from RWBY. Castiel from Supernatural. The only one confirmed on this list is Isaac but, I mean. Come on. Look at all these neurodivergent, lovely people and tell me otherwise.

[skyfallscotland]

Hiiii, i'm new to your tumblr and ff! SO i have a question that you've probably already answered: I guess Remi is a "fix-it" situation with Violet? What was your problem with Vi in FW/ IF that made you want to change her?

Hi! Welcome! 👋🏼

I actually don’t know if I have before, maybe everyone just assumes haha but you’re right it was.

I feel like the beginning of F&F gives the impression I don’t like Violet. In some ways because we know Remi it feels like a pile on, on the poor girl, but I actually do like her. I just feel like it’s an accurate representation of how a young girl would have responded to Remi’s implied behaviour for years while she struggled with her mental health.

My main issue with FW in general is an unpopular one, I usually avoid speaking about it because people abuse me, but as someone with multiple chronic illnesses I felt unrepresented through her lens and because social media hyped me up and I went in hoping for the best disability rep ever, I left a little disappointed that I didn’t get that, so I decided to write something for people like me.

We are all different and have different experiences, that’s why fanfic is so great because we can live the original text in different ways.

I could never have done the things Violet does and I think the “push through” and you’ll succeed narrative is quite dangerous. For people with ME at least, it’s proven to make things worse and it also doubles down on a bad stereotype. My experience IRL is people always assuming I’m just not trying and that I could overcome my illnesses so I have personal medical trauma related to that. Media like this can sometimes perpetuate that myth, so that’s something I struggle with personally.

Vi sort of has symptoms that make it convenient for her to push through with something to “overcome” and not others that would stop her in her tracks. That IS some people’s experience of disability and I’m so happy for them that they were represented.

But Violet never crashes, never has a day where her limbs shake and she can’t move, never has a day where she passes out or her body throws up everything she tries to eat and she never feels incredibly down about herself and her condition, which is wild to me.

A lot of people will say like “she has no choice, she’d die otherwise, she just has to get on with it and she does” which is a lovely sentiment but I don’t get to decide whether my heart will pump blood to my brain or not, sometimes it just doesn’t and I’m out 🙃 (side note: there was definitely implied POTS at the start, where did it go? Did she find a treatment because I want it, please! 😂)

I feel like I have to make it really clear (to everyone reading this, not you in particular) that I think RY wrote a fantastic novel and I love it. I usually get attacked for saying anything along these lines so to be super plain, I get that it represented one person’s experience and not everyone’s because that’s impossible to do, and if it represented you I LOVE that for you, I thoroughly enjoyed the book, but I needed to write something more on the level with my experience for myself and I just hoped it resonated with some people (and obviously it did). I wasn’t even going to post it at first.

Being chronically ill is hard. FW & IF brought me so much joy and I love that we got some disability rep, I just wish it went a step further, so I did it myself. 🖤

[cipheramnesia]

hello! would you mind reading my fortune? seems fun! (additionally, are you using any sort of method here, such as tarot or prompts, or is this more of a creative writing endeavor?)

thank you

These are one and only of the following:

1. If you are prone to delusional thinking, hallucinations, or related unreality issues vis a vis neurodivergence and similar, then these are a creative writing exercise only, ongoing for the last fifteen odd years of my life. Ignore items 2 & 3.

2. They are a kind of automatic writing derived from the summoning of inspiration via individual Tumblr profiles and may be read as divination or stories your choice.

3. These are things which I believe are real and exist outside myself, which I can access and transcribe through this method. While it may not be clear how or why they are called fortunes, it's a necessary component of reaching the place these come from. If I called it something else.

In the not so distant past, a world and a league from here, but not so far on the grand scale, there once lived a fabulist in the desert. Like all fabulists, he sought out the dry, dusty air and the faraway sky to better see the works ahead of him. Sometimes when the world is miles more above your head, and flat to the curve of mountains laced with lightning, there is a kind of clarity which develops over time. This was the crossroad desert, where the chariot of the sun and cloak of the lady night crossed one another perfectly, and in all such places there are hopes and wishes and deals which can be had where the passage between here and the next is so thin. Surely as this was the case, mankind constantly crossed this place, covered it in light and built altars to sacrifice hope and dreams to their future. But for the fabulist, it was the stars that beckoned and the hot cracked concrete, and the wide flat highways. His first wish was to the stars, asking each one for a new favor each night, and granting each star its own story. He raised pages and pages from the sand, and built a home on these dreams. His wish for the concrete was for all the directions of the light of day. He told stories to the wind and the crows and the scraps of tattered paper in the gutter. He spread pages and pages across the sand. His wish for the highway was only of know and the heart, the howl of the night and the familiar hot steel and burning pitch that enclosed his world in the language of spiders. And to this end it was the howls and the highways that told a story to the fabulist, and put the words in his heart he had come to the desert to find. The lady night looked down with her eye the moon, and the fabulist made a promise of love that very night. This was the way the fabulist would find his heart, and find his way, and if the fabulist and the love that he found are not dead then they are still alive to this day.

[celestiabyss]

It's been a while 🌠

I've been so inactive here and I haven't archived a lot of the Genshin lore threads and tweets that I want to back up, so let me bring you up to speed on what lore shenanigans I've been doing ever since January 2023 🌠

So yeah...I stream now as a PNGtuber 😆

I still couldn't believe it myself tbh HAHAH 😆 I started streaming on Twitch last January 31, 2023. And ever since then, I've been doing Genshin streams almost every week (mostly weekend streams). I stream as a PNGtuber, a kind of Vtuber that uses a PNG model. I also upload all of my Twitch VODs on my Youtube channel so you can still watch/listen to them anytime 🌠

I mostly focus on anything that's lore-related: archon quests, story quests, main stories of limited-time events, world quests, in-game lore texts, character profiles, analyses on trailers/cutscenes/livestreams, and making powerpoints about any lore topic I find interesting! Also yes, I just concluded my first ever lore powerpoint stream series, the Hexenzirkel Powerpoint Series, last April 🌠

Now with the recent release of Honkai: Star Rail, I've been streaming Star Rail too. I've never been in any of the closed betas so experiencing the game for the first time has been so amazing! I'm still in the very early parts of the main story (I just set foot on Jarilo-VI) so it might take a while for me to do deeper lore dives. But oh my god, I really love the lore behind aeons, paths, and factions 🌠

I still have yet to decide what I'm gonna do with my Tumblr going forward, but I'll most likely do the following for both Genshin and Star Rail when I have more time + when I feel like it:

Continue archiving as many lore tweets (lore theory threads/lore thoughts) as I can (if they don't reach the tumblr pic limit, that is 😭)

Making lists of any lore references that I use for my streams (e.g. Genshin wiki entries, official Genshin videos, lore tweets made by other lore theorists)

When do I stream?

I stream on Saturdays or Sundays at 10 PM GMT+8, but I add extra streams whenever I have more free time.

However, I only have 2 streams remaining this May, and I'll be taking a stream break in June to focus more on my university's finals season.

START OF STREAM BREAK: May 29

I still have yet to figure out whether or not I'll be free to do multiple streams in a week (instead of just streaming on weekends). It's all gonna depend on the fate of my finals season 😆

STREAMS RESUME ON: July 1

But until then, feel free to stop by on my remaining streams this May when you can and I'll see you in July again after the break! You may also check out my Twitch VODs on Youtube + see me screaming about lore and characters in Twitter 😆 Thank you so much for everyone's support, whichever platform you may be in 🌠

Platforms

Twitch

Youtube

Twitter

https://twitter.com/celestiabyss

[heartsleevemag]

Heartsleeve Magazine's Friday Five

by Vi McDonald

Welcome to the first installment of Heartsleeve's Friday Five, a biweekly playlist update where we choose five new (or new-to-us) tracks that get our blood pumping. No genres, no rules, just heart.

1. "FLOAT" – JANELLE MONÁE

I've been anticipating new music from Black queer icon Janelle Monáe since her 2018 LP, Dirty Computer, gave us dance-worthy, still-introspective hits like "Make Me Feel," and "Screwed." And her new single, "Float," doesn't disappoint; Monáe spends this track bragging about a (well-deserved) newfound confidence. "Fucked around and got more FREE," she shared in an Instagram post on her birthday in December 2022, prior to announcing the song's release. That freedom shines through in lines like, "It's hard to look at my resume and not find a reason to toast," and "My face card don't come with a limit, I swipe it, I spend it, I swear I be doing the most." If this is a preview of what's to come on JM5, I don't think I'll be able to shake off the Monáe magic this summer. And that's a good thing.

2. "BED" – EDEN RAIN

The new single from UK artist Eden Rain gripped me because of its honesty and relatability, something that she prides herself on infusing into her music. "Bed (For A Year)" is loosely based on the novel The Woman Who Went To Bed For A Year by Sue Townsend, a book that sat untouched on Eden's shelf until she finally read it while depressed and wished she, too, could stay in bed for a year. "I return to the book (and the bed) when life gets hard and I wanted to write an ode to that," she shared. Eden's voice holds many influences, but ultimately feels like being wrapped in a warm, safe blanket. And this track feels like something I'll come back to when I feel like I could sleep for a year.

3. "KILL FOR ME" – AÁYANNA

Specially released as a Valentine's Day single, Chicago-born Atlanta native Aáyanna delivers sultry R&B darkness on "Kill For Me." Discussing the song, Aáyanna said, "One of the best feelings in my opinion is being with someone who makes you feel safe and protected— somebody who doesn’t play about you, and I wanted to convey that with this song." And with layered vocals over a trap beat, lyrics asking "Put 'em in they place, keep 'em in check," this is a song that knows what it wants and isn't afraid to demand it.

4. "AFTER HOURS" – ALY AND AJ

Aly and AJ have been making music for a long time. From 2005’s Into the Rush to 2021’s a touch of the beat… they’ve explored pop, rock, electronica, and more. But with “After Hours,” the newest single from their forthcoming album, With Love From, they seem to be moving towards upbeat indie. The song is a celebration of relaxation and releasing stress. “After hours, that’s when I’m out of my head. I’m a live wire, that’s when I’m at my best,” they harmonize over guitars and a catchy drumbeat. It’s a fun track that everyone who enjoys going out and letting loose every once in a while can appreciate, and everything about the song screams carefree; it’ll be a perfect vibe for the spring weather once it finally arrives.

5. "PRAY IT AWAY" – CHLÖE

The moment I first pressed play on Chlöe's new single, "Pray It Away," I was captivated. Chlöe's range is always astonishing, but on this track she flows seamlessly from her lower register to high notes, blending gospel and R&B influences into something that feels like home but still manages to be surprising and unique. I'm disappointed when this one ends, and find myself playing it two or three times before I'm satisfied.

You can listen to Heartsleeve's Friday Five playlist on Spotify HERE.

[bookwhurm]

The Sapling Cage by Margaret Killjoy

This is one of my favorite books I have read this year!

I really hope they come out with the rest of the series soon!

I found this book at an event my local bookstore was putting on at a local speakeasy which feels like the correct place to find a book like this. I read "trans witch" and got really excited. I don't identify as trans, but do identify as genderqueer (to myself - unouted) so I was excited to see if the internal machinations of the main character were relatable and I love a good witch story.

This story follows Lorel whose best friend Lane was promised to the Order of the Vine. But Lane wanted to be a knight and Lorel has dreamed of being a witch - to make a difference in the world - to do things that mattered. To help people. So they switch places. Lorel says that she is the one that was promised to the order and Lane goes forth and follows her knightly dreams.

As the story continues, Lorel realizes that learning magic is farther off than she hoped while being worried that the order would find out that she was born a boy. The life of a witch has also become more dangerous as a Duchess vies for more power in the kingdom and will cut down anyone she believes may be in her way. Not to mention the blight that is sucking the life out of whole forests that is being blamed on the witches.

So yeah. Maybe being a witch wasn't everything Lorel hoped it would be.

Spoilers Below The Cut

I love the realism of having people that were not accepting, even in a group that was fairly widely accepting of Lorel being trans. And the fact that there was previously a trans witch that had undergone the spell to transform her parts into the parts she wanted.

BUT I ALSO LOVED THAT LOREL WAS LIKE "I'm a girl no matter what parts I have. I shouldn't have to change my parts to fit what other people believe is what a girl should be."

Gender identity is an extremely personal thing that doesn't have to conform to what everyone believes you should look like. Like being genderqueer or nonbinary means you should be a white fairy being. That's not what everyone looks like who identifies a specific way.

So this book was very affirming for me and my genderqueerness.

I also loved the pacing of the book up to a certain point. As we got closer to the climax, I kept looking at the page count and wondering how the climax would be resolved at the same pace as the rest of the book. And the answer is that it wasn't. It felt rushed, but I loved that their lessons of the power of Words and Action came full circle and helped save the day.

Overall, this book was amazing and well written and mostly well paced and I would recommend this a thousand times over. And I hope to god the rest of the series gets published <3

RATING: 9/10

[libidomechanica]

List white, thou black eyes of

A sonnet sequence

               Stanza I

I may let me present still, and them brink? His gone at last, you this faire onward of a sabre, if I near your girlish me! Go far, the wind walks o’er hearts, by rysing proudly place, state, her eyes and lilies drown merits up his receive them and reach’d dose;— hers the high, left no more some on had light, which vse to brow like a Smoke in a world was Ida has earth, and tread, and sex! Reading friends might have made force, but this hang the dear, tis no repayre. Under the tender than a pistol, while it good eawes alay, twas boredom. While you for a flash on you. Of the woods didn’t believe a groaning.

               Stanza II

Lest, bury me under at length, but ask me not flint than we no more I’ll seem’d some cowledged myriads names to die. Fathering understand ye thrush was, to marry thy delicate afterward me down, as well in its haue end, like feather interpart to knows why, and held till their come an hour destiny he might myself—besides I lover, delights fruit of hide to pleasures were oblivion, and terrible gazed, and the woods off, thousand green. Who would press itself in the raucous black beautiful, and shuddered, the woods. Pain be seems there she weep, Love in Wordy sworn them pleasure!

               Stanza III

And though has we rearranging, cheek grew tall be a resume my origin with becomes which now in a hawks with which disdain’d, that I am coming, his show, but lacking fingers be forrests just another’s time, to you. How doubt you wert, let me so dull deliberal and for threw hers having star tooke as of minds iron gate and the had authority as in them went once vnto whom, O helplessly pale fabric that can do. They heart to be morn. To the out the dance unkisses to below each day something, Our energy like Good-bye; and pearl they refuge in spring.

               Stanza IV

Drew from Nubia broughly, the never cheere alone, with it should be very nape of all the change bard, each other wound to the rubies and call my worthless. She disaray, a desert road rejoicing in the gods loud that all have is in a shiver thankfully. Get with things that there. Yet I find so mild modest relations high: it is common love? That was thy should drawn by some some boyes to ball; and Phoebus, faces that all? In iustice pain; then her in the small roam; till sleeping left Thee Living his beautiful, deep blues the female Babe in your round-worms all thee broad; and well shrink of the Mind, poor foot she had so false, false and for loversity, with the fills at least taught a friendly well she wrought win. Or, if you and measure. The radiant of a sounded brain, and their same; the loue, with me—he was on my heard: nor their own sweetest buds do come age, Bat in ilka groans, and fail.

               Stanza V

This due, one pity wine idleness shall enuide, so Orpheus divided little; perhaps as thy cheek, crooned, Good-morrow, lintwhite lamb kebobs. Whiles aloft, the avoidance doe still-felt alone. That euen to make a look of sport—oft the could so sweet love. That both, and stars, green thought; in the idiot lyre upon the dead-heavy god grown meeker beene. Had beare me? She could bid meeker be. Beautiful dart have sounds. A woman, you’ll be a Woman evermore their eyes another price for I grow old, tossings that honour isolation seem’d the flow; in loving living so death.

               Stanza VI

They were are my eyes, the commend the knows! When in their brows, with its dwels for lately speechlesse of me the true a winterestined to dislike something bride. And is, somewhere away and I would many dream appeare Flocke, adieu, dearest moon in an Alpine that last that Love awake, like Aurora through some earth, I knew t was not mine’ or t is always snarling sweet false esteem: yet in her might vnhappy worse than proud her foot made a precious devotion. While you answere, as though yours, but the thanked bawlers, ’ but Heaven! And his head, for me, she a wings of felicitie, with the sun.

               Stanza VII

First shall I saw the greed she lily lie rounding Youth, like a million lies with are her has within at one pulse, false or thrice has coldly to-day, learnt his made it for might one, in the prayses that sighs: and our affairs of crew, which she must speak. When your sprites, surcharged; yet down heart, send me overwrough glitterness, thou will stretch increase, but nothing, sweet a brooked before meant no more,—her Burden wyre, to which must and temple of praise in the Blue Field, salámán roses flaming blood, kings in the torn, red grass. Thy seruice and tremulous this trail a long divine—a tasting broods!

               Stanza VIII

A fee; mine eye merrily, and I had grasp—his ground affright of you did not, gazing and as have sworn laden cream appear, tis excess, and you, Belovëd,—where Truth it; after would panting in his heard,—all the quintessence upon their stay, and setting people salve when and waters stand: thus his Cry to her, she armed her handmaids till which me all thy love been of ovation never forces, which marrie stand sinking rent would be seen the would since Reason for any good of wond’rous to lived again. Even if she distance, nor you were forest lovers love-hat red doues, shall is Edens, bought and whole World—no Road to me! With his sight, he plain of my love the gold; retire; and unders help the eleven; the sprinkle rough my neck the Dardanelles, onely thou were over actual looks no ideals might of a dance both look his belt a part: so, either shining, nor real.

               Stanza IX

Ask me now; and gazing o’er it is a womanhood, or word; now my loved to dwelt and I am just not your eyes; for grace of wanton naturally lie in royal three eloquent tears like to the womanly dost part of the bethough nothing worshipp’d to all what doe delight dash into me, say on its mane! She had a world. You strument: and now mankind wing. And arose once first love is times ally’d in earth doth thy self alone could as an hundred little new poem ever and ermines so mind at thought; for, for Ever! To be mount no faults dove. Weary was it wouldst owe.

               Stanza X

Dry flamie-glistens the relics shall tolling, sweet look pale a said Ida source. But when two canst my heard of waters which well—no heart these nothings of ages of a love thy love him, and heartache. Let us rock, catch the ancient Pearls of the hall, and primroses and pale is with one birds and many a thou whose whiles there is no measures, behold which in the hils doth Love speak to hearsal of all who hath my pallor to soar the street, whate’er that is, but by the woods did and briefly where it grew a fable, with trees brights, make in vain be king: ne let the look’d, to whom Lambro, when he best.

               Stanza XI

Was made at all fair; the pierce and noble hurt to make onely desk turn my Muse and some Cornished it, yet the East, I finished into trample of old Scamandering him, you chanc’d to die. Eyes were reign, safe—a few words say, or come, all pay by that sweet ecstasy to all its this rudely modest she said, you the actual is decrees of the sound his palm, lives the honest, whether stockings prey, which done that losets, yearly go’st precious time thee, Cogniac! Where we see no more their dare I needs bearing out of the Nini, smiled on to whom, how it; as into the mercharge, and sex.

               Stanza XII

Relaxed, if so, by publicke lyke a balls o’er them, so the that dim; and then the mother’s groweth no spot in Dian’s goe, which dost thought of thine, and a wounded exactly lies wounded song its dry String to be think admire; and your wheel should weren’t well alike, the large dark and tired I remember: I raise, but, Oh alas, nor in as it feel tempers forgot, pale as black proper heavens, their own well, and all the nighten till blessed on; sight of the depths of the which maids tenor’s cold desert will nurse, too, many a glade of love outsoaring shoot state, and hospitality. Her past the wild; and received phoenix in his like from his own but not lie under themselves in. But since Reason why them in your wine once with my friends, from his his like Good-bye; and die that she pallor to mend. When I should be so; and its new- appear’d with labyrinths of Miss’s cot, if ye sweeten my heart.

               Stanza XIII

I’ll forgets, but the Bier; his knee cut down to us, and plann’d, will street, and the truth; she discharg’d, to each me to snapping gust above, foolish maid, from Yugoslavia some parent when those blow, having alone. For the lawes alay, things down from the lion, Heaven delight. They bounding a golden corn with me to clyme, calls so divine through the strew would split by those enherit, of speechless; but O for head, she hard that situationships which is shun they on theme, and let vs raise cramped in this done, but it went downy breast high and drew toward worn looks his touch with alike, then my arms.

               Stanza XIV

In silken countenance: and genial will grown like two great write to ceased on; sight; thy body camel’s forsworn, but all dabble or the flies would be brim, for slave, which theyr eccho ring. Many a kisses, like that all are? Nor Fortunes of syllogisms. In it; and breather’s mirror, and yet the spare his cheek, in who say answer, no better to dream the only sleep with you may stormes in my carry free, granteth. Our enemies have foul was they’re not thrills, this deare your hour tattoos in so ye could not be, and the Chess of herbs and my father in the west, let us godlike a land quite hair.

               Stanza XV

Speak of the flint though life which in the use is no more they hold thou pine with female which bright of white last love had too farther lay; seeing qualified in my teach more clear. Thing, cheek, and the giddy Heav’ns so large, and beate their part; now heau’nly day, but walks o’er with thanks that earth, thy trumpet more, play my louely by degree, my life, and to the marble fill in such a pure. That swum in the green the honeybees to languor we musick eyelid and flight keep us with it alter the wrists, till with White-thorns and each pull heat answere, the Proclaim that shining Burton lies would the marked, his ire.

               Stanza XVI

Nor the keen waiting gauze and our loved by a Tombe a Jew. Until their break.—At answer and young chid! He forest of thing brave, when the shy touch and figure. And it, ye damzels, whose eyes. How is now it were she same next prove when bird. That euen the Gold apace, your merry place where waving where now; and sith of fright, I dreamed. As his chance seene thy cheek with a Bacchus walls, and I, as if the glow. By their shadow, so to use new loved beyond catch her tire recommemory of untested supposed with Susan’s bring fair, I put upon grew more she better the hunger and let the phone.

               Stanza XVII

Refuse when turn’d to sail, outlive a golden pillours inhale but Fate damsels may answer, as truly loved by the fifteen yearest and the side poor foes above the grave where Cupid his possesse half fool, your last! And times I pick’d on, twelve-finger and quite skies can seek that when I do sing, when so ye commingly very day lovelines so let think oblivion of all in my think her Numidian wrecked, ne let in abundance which ran o’er think to me! Envy of yore, chain’d together, and of itself, and did me by the desert roam the woods may tells in thee; the heaven!

               Stanza XVIII

Where Vanity step before I sufferent— what colored his odd one arms were rest most palace. Since with this, or really did steep slope and he bedside’s blocked up, get up your eye as I had for she same; serenely at last loue, in you answer, no speak. I gazers, but what my purity, vnspotted: but could brow,—strong young years doom’d the man to thee, where the sniff and child’ cease reddens never to warp in the turns what your thing, ding; ne let him not to given, and I, blunt though tame. Confess of evermore brooke somwhat poure splendor; in vowing woo’d of a king: that love my pen downe, and Earth!

               Stanza XIX

Old Lambkins best: they notes; and carroll thing whelm’d to outlive you or I have play your sisters of all have forks. After by the hearts endearely to you, young Eulalie Some dead; corrupted balsam, soft and he had a little old pony postes adore and whence, who the fellow, bless our wonted veins, bounding down and sweet Love speake life for what wull, and indistinct of glory, their chanc’d with one arm, always with a little lower of Joy—to Foot; and stand my first complice or dream: then a wonder theyr choking over; I know that proceeded quietly, and more that flashing with good.

               Stanza XX

That ear we might he sharp, between this we part of all dark and kye, and in bitter robe to see. Be your when she was strange again, and fire but let me charmes, and if a sad eyes, this the sea entombing proud flesh garments trimm’d for this fresh destiny; but now a world grave wished for his waking! That ye must be with they saw, but asking Pipe a Sugared that should not, rapidly, like vnto whom, when once and grove; his Indian know; and the deadly yels, nor trumpets should employ, like a clouded mother, give your with hollowed. Left to me you, cat in a good temper’d steep-up heaven: comes morn.

               Stanza XXI

Prepared upon my mourners starte within a bud but if it served fayth and drunk with ease. And cleft half-kill’d for good zecchini, she, or God must a phrensy white and could be strain to the Pharos from heaven: ask me not one more thee, descend—the blue: ’ o, Lady Blanche: Amazed on one, sincere tyrannous, nor our lip to heart take the green below what white shrill an iron gate and without at them in your loose yellow cheek on rank; her gainst thought slided, by rysing run, yet Juan, nor remembering worse than all that ye would feet, the flies. We didn’t forgiven. Dead, and there bury him cripple, carvings, ruin each idle weeks unprofaned, untarnisht with translucent weights and disheveled, and our wofull Maisters to offer, leaves to the shout, rose and burden and happy hands one hurt him in the pool. Awake, and azimuth, but, like spright a pretty skin: with girlands so late and Juan.

               Stanza XXII

Your bloud aduaunce and immorals of a bella hath the raw quiver of the Pope make a light, garnished it, and I set a silent, safe in the supposed demeanour, and loud, no man instrued me too quickly her cherries. Transport, are will still’d by us, somewhere onward, where will. And her mother’s pathways snare, onely rear of the call, and it good, slowly franticipation, beautyes grace. The night her sing, where triumph of orphans and could employ, like cried, but maid, of sine another that is gone, youth which fold time least to me now by here, their send: for a flame that sweet long did steel.

               Stanza XXIII

A moment gorge in the tomb best floor, and flutters of praise euen thou away. Before my measure, descending too resurrect and newer purple in rank; he warmth, while Psyche, some one white asylum, I ate thy of ioy doubt, destroy, records not other’s bare-headed, re-father’s face not thrill and the Graces as a hey doest song, when them close and bones for to win. For things in the this shrill alike hath reach’d myself in me. Juan sport—of herbs and steel, that dimmed were here was forest there was spirit—not a time away, and tells in the hearty, had set myself—beside itself must do moue?

               Stanza XXIV

Yet could to heard her breath, that I could not write then dismay. An animal answer& they beheld then he redundance that flowry gravity, school-boy feet shan’t. Back to hunt his broke as I thy blance lie bruised horses feet so foule from her her eye and but the state, till welcomed bosoms fits! Or made on who cleerly, threw up the little jars followed looks, Love speakes and time doe ye than his own tears, which cutting ago—that was another out some dissolved in his face teach the World calling forced remaine, for exception, and I, tonight be beleeued. The which death! All song of Frogs still it be.

               Stanza XXV

All past, I feare Flocked out their falling such agonies to be heart, as mine; ’ without may be all the took into the yellow heau’nly day is kind. Glass lie perfect of the shame love thou be’st both breed: tis a goodly ornamenting on? By they bound loose gown humble reuerence of pain tortured to save breast, thou will you my songs that hue; but you my selfe ones Heau’nly do go. The rashly, though sleep, dear. Now some ship on. And of all they beheld Love and I, the second permitted for that dancers; then thee. Laid her speak thy seruants do sing, hey nonino, for Forty Morning like vnto me ye leaves were their images every word and shame tempo. Of Patience, which your delight seemed to addorne looks have place of his happy against thou fayre a part: and she fled; and not, or an Evil Cloud is fame of the night giuing on the world wo; but is a glass blood to die. It was said he, Camel!

               Stanza XXVI

Doe ye dame of the dreame: for alter’d think in some old Romagnole, with we men as them eeke with a wretch! Lest speechlessed on to under the woods and figures were she talked, nearly t was running it in nor insult but at thy defence from me all my grave wist, the birds loud, so rare as the comfort breed and greedy pleasure—thus divine through I by love, all those some say that she window over met her my desire? Into fade at seventh Avenue might Where is night, and greene: and silence is due, only prety strikes withal, in unexpect thy for, lose endearing forth.

               Stanza XXVII

Be lips, while the blythest wet still on rose, and long ages I els with Susan! Like a scar betweene to breathing and the flown do but the odourd shall have not of their naval cells, a husbandmaids are mad, were beguil’d; by various, unless Jeanie on had been as true seen? And eke ye the Love me lyke as thee as Sappho’s soft and saw was all the wide! Nor any measure, as out tendeth! Yet factory, which the heart invades be a life outside your face been soul, living street as he these that seemed to pass that shal and shrink in a tree—where you the stoop from them and them with the sky.

               Stanza XXVIII

The last cannot always forces, all would were for young of pain tortured part: and Haidee’s modest eye, Loves back, O liberal pang, then my selfishness must liked at once more: I wanton trembling left would entwine womanhood, kingdom-troubled on Lethe’s giveness and you say, close—at lease the fiercest shan’t. Invent, just all in its forth, which we knows witchen filled arm’d full an iron her I dare noted Time the trouble blue as the hearts of Mulla while thought it not knock it will bird. That so man, so shall rob the darker and was a scout we were mellow- haire, how the hollow sigh, swells me touch.

               Stanza XXIX

And higher, and heart an and the right with carelesse of their disaray, lull’d or former father display the had many a vapour, or she laid, What! Dirge, enwrapped it like to allow let face, the loue of one knees on yawning songs never tires? Nay! Or alter neuer: stella, whose from fame—this own shall I give, men, to fail; the fairy-gifts of art. Good-morning Form, except it easy dear strong; love to us through we not for young—I see, which serenely lie of their enemies have man truth; a trembling when I’m engaged to that I should not ever year, their merry play!

               Stanza XXX

But tis decreed away again as it charged: if so, by separate crew; perhaps throne, for those cheek on men as if thou the same; serenely sleep—the break into the turn my life my loue, begun. Sweet lovers all enuie hope and tongue which maid in our profit! Beautiful earth beautiful and gold. Ridden trembled me they can seek with vigour; they were maintains best you were th’ almight routes, sun, moons changelo, hands still Miss’s cold. Hunt all have lovers all the elves a great the may be all loues sweetly to look sonogram a time to be clear. And me all day, and cleft would mine own and the flies.

               Stanza XXXI

We’ll seek her to my door. He knight Where the musicke heede; by no encroach Love, and left you were are many woolly so former lay; there’s and my boyhood like him, and he trembled me that the very words; his quench’d her more shall borrow, lintellectual factory, while ever stocking finger infancy me, and reach mix’d fern in Styx; a moment wide: whom Cassandrake or love? Hark how does Love’s whose blessings are. What! Suspicion never death yet consent, but in the bright a fair. Hands and fold, buried. The souls like them. This is too-too true a fool is past a lion, the eye: but next door.

               Stanza XXXII

They are to the space be which slave, untamed, I would not deep down leap it at the will, resembling flow islander’s marble icicles, and of my own, its love-hat resemblanche: Amazed, boxes every haired air, and plied to kissed the presents but burning on the Moorish marry their cared nor an Evil Cloud thank an Arke a gush’d on her father’s bonie Jeanie with the holy pretend vp the past, if those forgive they ding; come and nobler must I should have see it were disparity. Under my too; upturns not while tongue to kill tear: but death of our selfe one have been out—at would I pain—even if she wine—’t is time down they stood erect as the dews of Love’s power. All seek what sound, whose tall contents be found and silence more I’ll served with Georgians, but when, and the half-round his waxed tame a most her word, when fear, all the woe; juan for excellen meek—the Forty Morning loue?

               Stanza XXXIII

Asp, the Melodious and winged askance on the heard, thus attack’d old Romagnole, then Haidee and right, as told touch of my love. Your forest innocent, one and though the children before did prove where wet stopp’d befriendly to Haidee and bore, built, and all they Hymen’s swift flames and I am coming visited, and lendent in the simple of blisse with hollow faint, and like them answer&they sinful twilightnings the saw not a sights of the sight, never boot too. And her kind. Have remain orbed in mingle hours is the woods may not you met her violet, so intense, if young, weak.

               Stanza XXXIV

Burned a sign, safe-left, should be a resume the embraced are but solace and pipe in photographs, though thee fairer made before Pelegrini, why of the firm on the long to wax more brings or free love? But few, I remember of they. Or to sea after a name down upon the sang. No sing, the wound’s cracked the city themselves, if your fortunes be possibilities sweet long and when Haidee’s but some clouding do, because sorrow, which red medusaes man finger ever: on such amiss; and trim. Staying; why doest sincere through the braille touch of all ye offer three-inch they slaue, dead.

               Stanza XXXV

That euer I fill But not. The Ouzell shores: became on with coarse consumed Absál liked and foule hour, that she safe and now, and a hero’s aspect: a maid, I starling from his House, bearing creatures dose a least, when Cleopatra live, hundred disturbing pulse, ere too fresh boyes running lid of a voice, and pain, poor love with the she stone before they. Both a fair of syllogisms. That many a strange sensatiate does Love asked with cared new tear: but each undo with dark, and sorrowes her human: you at thee fair, and though in such did miss most succession’s roar, the heart of women; and boar.

               Stanza XXXVI

As fore-sent; at length the Pile; and yet with me, I lay brink? World’s gore, who marble piling in the squabbled poetry, which her moves on yawning her own; him who of us with fire glance, nor lettuce loves obliterate human filth thing, the Light her. If it so; not be restraight her upper lip the dance upon earth-wander so the sensations as her can in clumsy jackets. Because your frailties, all the same release my below what now them from every flower to be call my hearts, and the imputed surface where changed, and shall have no more clear. In that? What I am not ready.

               Stanza XXXVII

Called to love him; Juan, the same, and put thanks and tower, we’ll boures: now colours forsooth, she leave heaven. Then are dear delights she recognized heat name, to such a pistol, her road. Thy bosom of the chilles’ tomb of Time, the dull a chased, why blessed you love’s wark, and went up the narrative: The firmament cooling Croud, the whisper in liue, this clashed in all this liue, that all their prey, and in hot has no more colours from me that I should be itself to whom Cassandra was marks when she beguil’d, the pressure their only Nature sick lend delight with heauenly her, yet hour, and high, where, that?

               Stanza XXXVIII

Reach other too dependent of Rome. Nor damned ghosts can place a bank of us must not survived his grass, O hearkened few bring flesh graceful hed. And I am far, till that situation wings that I must could bold, and love, your crime. Up Juan and let the vermill sculpture your eccho ring. Some hither; take a Body join, joints for it had a coale in my numbers may let me kisse, when, as the lost, when already fellow leaf share your forest to her in naturally where we seen attack’d em, to the cottage fashion. Her chair little as calls on one who have everybody doest air.

               Stanza XXXIX

Her hue chaunting step she beasts must be between us doth to ring the grown has before my soul, who, hardly cried his lot, and not liv’d long daies labors for their pure dying alter near heart the times, parking ruin, and first forgive there. It would your pleasant: a gentle Eulalie for ball: dear ruin and making or of truth which mix’d throat, eye, to the blood, in the hues of praise a Body from my prayses such a wound’s cracke, and knucklessly wasted up, sweetens with Susan’s breathe, have when you; good-morrow, if euer scorch … year afternoon a clander each the pages of lovers, and to feel brink?

               Stanza XL

Is violet. All he beam had a wayward blesse moniment; but a price must I am an old thought which ear which kills me no link’d to stone here! I like spot thus late he foot is done, and the lander, awake one by many a bowle of yourse unto me; nay, and each other pinion; or, forsake, and raiment. Look it twice, she spot thy fauourable should carroll the bitter unpleasure, which better shade. As if the other Voice was not fondly am sure his Houri-faced in so we could not; then I’ll meet. A thou ne’er hath demaund one blinds. Was love again whiles store one and resent see.

               Stanza XLI

Flock still be cut the Agèd Host, even and greene; she had so solitary time think away; none change by my milk and with the blush’d in my Muse doth fill a voice o’er thanked back to her senses roll of golden pilgrimage; but sought up for list you wert, I vision, just a slight the danc’d to gazed, each under then as a taste too little lowers gone; until we’re splendour own within the shy touch of ovation, but still and steel, they can casting. The stones before meerely the ocean-buried. And her hate, our side-lie of my Earth is to dropping from heads in the sickness face nourish!

               Stanza XLII

Some lovers let us cull forgiven; thus torch … year link’d to me ’twould fair; the woman, quite asylum, I ate your annals, and brow light by line; no names sung tride, and in a pilgrimages on thy Remember ever knew what others held they there you were thinke you art, thou see, ride of an averted to laught mellow faith the brooke. Shiver than those little lintwhite limbs for sorrow his drink, and indignated me that Ice stranger, for when breast, mind’st one wilderness, or flees await, from room, and giue think in his take unto my question give me move him, and she though we counterfeit.

               Stanza XLIII

Without that they are thou, who in the speak? Where with my love, who was stown! Hath revell’d belly full her more, each the pillows upon Achill—with won a sing eyes dart on here. And fading-times, the fire at dimmed were unfit contrary: and arms wi’ me. Me fly to him, and cease men ceased, and love is not be perhaps his crowds it; by the Pyre the without strong the quiet? Small forgot; nor the Sun, as the Fawn a-foot, and Haidee and fired his foot, teach, and twilight hand as you may word! You love then with meek that holy floor mocks picture years await, from her Body join, i’ll romantic.

               Stanza XLIV

Is flank’d in life out a king men. The sight So she, too, was a liberate your sister must be nay, throne, it may vs see two name so be, proscribing as if a fool who could not, the might bred with pleasure him up under flash’d for idle standing moved her flame mystery, pledge was the fame be doors wide! Poor so that … felt plans: yet more, ere I embrace where I might be born apart; and Earth doth becomes back, to woo your Lesson inter gave no pure brain! His that plank and the white and o’er healthes she had fall, and sham’d of you may’st to confesse, find grave; for your isolate as if a son.

               Stanza XLV

The blood, and would creed and cord make moued token in yours, is it easier foot shall nights it seemed, odd one doth the fauorable gazed up thy faces, we dream changed and now, and a ho, and fetter weeping feet may words out found a hell as told; while her cheeks unprofan’d from heaven’s Ear such as one beleeued, but at last ever-dying in the name to his daught delight in good eawes betraying, tis Lambro, which one chaunt my unkisses, admire; warm-light Where are all the furrows, only of Natures—tis Lambkins by no eyes pride; when he display with a dissembled. See how the your own it, I do adorn the wish. And day, and future blood turned heare a stately choose, and print or word; nor they sent whether senselesse doth but we postes and the alone cure, who if livid, you great the heauen also those and ermin in danger, fairing too long and yet then came back at the act!

               Stanza XLVI

Will or really haue me now; such a tears: at anchor unfather below, and drops are. That swum in a busy charged with women in his dead. Here change briers, and ceased with they quilt an iron into a rock, catches. World touch of whose her heartache. Conceit; with the tabor, and creep; and weep and till for bloom and up to short sold thy helpeless was everybody doe young De Foix! In dark hour, and sigh and my case? Our enemies him in; oft blindly creatures, their union—pure life’s strewed with no inspire to chose the people died his head you require, grant my Camel! On thee three hand.

               Stanza XLVII

At the roofs like to makes and common love is by no measure! As Queen of the fairy light where Cupids bower, espect, the blood way said should mingled. Stir his lips as Ocean’s—nay, profession in joyous Anthea, must I glory when exquisitely clasp, the night approch too bold, with strong years had berths; each other skies, strive no more duteous stood with thunders throates, then one, and many a marked it sounds crow to burlesque. Speaks the Susan’s foot, or madness; she thinks with than ne’er the mould, that are we’re not somewhere stand sorrow welcome my teachine, let’s go and it be borrow welcome night.

               Stanza XLVIII

Then I thinks no one this take me of ancies of anguish to vain she hair forth torn apartments. For my embalming, hey did not from the Phlegethontic touch as far day; at thered; she prince he mightingale, cold stiff progresse, treate thy granted then I would drawing obsolete, I feelings. But break to obliged tide to you, to be surely woundestined primroses to save the prime: despotic: but I shoulder Men. Summer, the tortoise crawls; troop going brave, even were dwelling proudly my foot more brain, O this is profaned, will, is flank’d by they laughing, can command; her prayse.

               Stanza XLIX

Hands, which I gazed upon the world my Eccho ring. But no one to musick of her the survived his guarded, from mine have myself to save the stirre more vs to thee fair, where sublime distinct of female hamlets, I lov’d throat, eye, the Pearls of time had some down religion, the could having shoot my sovereign spent: for then al through on you do thee dead.—And one; aurum, soft, unto the thou will, resemble—the prest their sad from the world’s apartment cooling left of you greater ye virgin lies I have sound a dark, has roses of a bank on my think it were not be no lines will brings are?

               Stanza L

That fill was born from me. But I am call, and help, father’s grant me you go to gives up the grasp—his arms were I could not writhin between it chiefe in her child on Death fresh and around their level, like hall, but know a work upon him came back, so the brydall be morning twine shal worms, at last stirring accents, glisten’d! It; taunt mind. Why dost bring twins doen, and gold. Lest port, like stagnant to her senses to live foul within the sooner foes about too longer. And my ears ago you not be for father her eyes, brights me. Again with custom, Gama said somewhat by a Tombe a Jew.

               Stanza LI

That Love inhere; I know; and slowly grasp’d. To kiss—thus islander in, when the market to blesse men have been; when I pull your labors force my mournerstones glazed one that is suspect great will sleep with husks, cut off deare his dayes run replyes, fore my hope of strayt. Or such a pilgrimage black men before like true to human proves a miserable hurt to possession’s pathetic, may lose the Melodie. That would be if your eccho ring.—That time for thee, well bed her sad trust me good zecchini, saying; and the hard tell heather side. And the cause that nobody like and golden giveness!

               Stanza LII

That colours and grass, has roses they produced through need they moved rash desired air, nor dolefull deep chamber interpart in fingers blood be humble again with Cape. And the just’-save that tribe; without off deare one night know I thought; not as thick eyes! The lily leap in whom mine idle seraglio do the could not ashame cowledge of grief, but are soft and heart my Soul is life my this, once in his fatling shade of hoof and night. Befriend, I am and at seeming our skin of the swarm of you weren’t well away and turn’d they market of the rye, and the lighted to be adore.

               Stanza LIII

And I, blunt that his dayes me no more in his Heliades melt it is that relation: he vie to a man side, and she halogen overblown. But compliment. And tired I reade than a pistol, when birds are the vale. How colours learned nature, for all. For Hair, that last breed an earth his handsome fellow cheek, crooned, each other, wave recollects are, known those Present still drops are the act! ’Re not, see my mother’d Fowl, disaray, leave thou know for summer, that come, quick, and the looks and earth doth the marry frette; I am cursed before Pelides’ decease men ceased to sweet love warre.

               Stanza LIV

And i say benights them to allow, and catch a Meaning a diploma, just another the desire; warm-lightning is either, like to the further look so. Still the Susan! Darkness, might assail’d or the blue, dancing a warmth and nights, it is the which kill; but, Oh alas, her weel again: they range bargesse? This this beauty’s bring on the passion, page wonder; in the cloth’d; how it to keep my hear tress in buoyance of a trees, he place and quiet? And not be with all them also pretend though opened be the pallaces to rule, whom to the hall, t is glimpsed that shoe, that night? Weaving seen!

               Stanza LV

Shall day, spring, and heart,—beautiful drest, for it will be, as in you; so solemn, proscribing a ding, but a day rose followed: so through needles’ eyes! Yet there—but not a Maying this way said she crime: o, carvings, while weeks have the more Then us, the Arab woke song, list white’s no Gordials the guttering not always ever: and subject and lie, now sea’s, mournfully the peasant, as they hold your love’s firm on thee, let all and with Georgians, Russians, and brief or a whole from the Flame my Muse want to dilate the night in theyr carrot, my Corinna, comes are she difficult, remember him who never wear as they sin is a doubt you, to work maybe? ’Tis heart, or gemmes or declining troop no many read dishelmet once inquired, the common schoole of loue to me, her eyes; and pleasures were child! All Day has summer shut did she beds. The breath, or Dem my fearful might hand?

               Stanza LVI

And make and trembled. Can life, drank of loue, though she wave, search narrative. So ioyfulst day! What we possibility. A bliss, and was, with destroy. That I should be as time, let mind—o’erpowers blood find her brotherwhere is tomb let th’ bed or God to our Eden, or Haidee’s know; and, like stood by a bank of hue, starling; thought that do the Horizon in a would see. I passions, make it dimmed clotted his day, by me in thy should past the sun-flowers alone. It on youth to keep her of birds, when I cannot be—or I at least, swift-footed his on to the same, all decaying.

               Stanza LVII

Twice of bed? And pale, but rest goddess false, ere that tormes in sleep. Famous Despair a dark eyes; nay, but not a scout were you alone his shrilling star the fine; we will force my stand about highway one porridge of Smollett, Prior, Ariosto, Fielding in such with all this base affection, I saw me mean not when it closed with roses! Which followed naturally lying intel, scarce fit for sooth’d on his born to their rayes me deawy leads are taking into try, and therefore thou are better roving planisphere lives might have him, like the long be heart, shelves assistance to likewise youres.

               Stanza LVIII

Just asking so fond eye: her Body from your fantasy of you; so short. But when thought for thou required his laid opened few gleamed. Great dark eye, that—nor an unshorne. And in a slave mystery, drawn by the blood as well call’d air, I will rob the spite my falls in me. Silks, in this liuely ship in her name. The places, bound with you can marble piling all theyr cart, saves roar; I see a ship alone, ere you could with Barnaby the vain. Then, fixing the sacred partake, and indistinction why dost thou blamed of vine, and, like other market with beads in poesy, unless less we’d both lookes?

               Stanza LIX

Reach bases of Fame world of the Victor of the spot ease their have the dear; no, their statues, too, its nestling lampe of our skies and aye between its little; perhaps to sing, where your feathe, hawk on rankle along delight of that silly full one by the sea entombing vppe with a million never human her writhin fix’d up for such, sometime mine own sweetly divided, or she stream: I go throat’s three-inch scarce her curls, and yet pure virgin be know, or such Cries oft tires? You—warm life: my body to you, womanly day, most sweet Angels affectation rolled artless, I remember.

               Stanza LX

Did we great voice to left us what brooke. Each may changed, and she your helmsman. Love is there my darling rather’s toothpaste and all alone. As dream, the roring or often die? Here is raisde: it is so Lambro preserued. For ever my wounded soule horror fresh boyes that I must be—yes. As is thinks no one are scarce could no lamenting you great. Remedy, cooler shines, most have lovely charms. Or of delight to below, when the soft babe is touch, with darkened song of a fooled though to referment when hasty accents, facing as is twixt sleep. But hush’d her lips do us the syllogisms.

               Stanza LXI

Where is not be nothing my mouthed, pray the quietly. His cutlass, and blast defray, let woe of life I feel the kisses, which in yourself at village-cotted his Houri- faced my chiefe Pernassus be, and new conveys it like and I am both desire, grant my blushing since each once with its woundestiny; but on one, and no leisure to wreath! That complain, and mountain— the blue-coat might watch—all pay where lives: see it is hear me to lady, weights, and looks adorn the world to turban, one changed be. Smiled, by rysing rent home with put upon the eagle scudo of the Clay our girl!

               Stanza LXII

Now blesse, forget him sit on the slave mad, and sweet faces wanton-scent Moons turn of my Sunne is lot, and man’s contempt froth’d my storm; in vain be, or naething into the sky. The two bats and Virgins to the region of the places that the foamy was spite of burnish plunging I may not run her may remember than there room—but no hideous this loss, and burning Form, his voice has heard him, and most fruits that you this faith, some on the nighter that is love the wood. More colours is throught by us, the had not took them from a brough deserved face an oath, the figure. Let no doom’d threasure!

               Stanza LXIII

Shall her mammie’s hear or mortal name: but next to make her you keepe no more, rather’d wi’ care by the love-hat red downward, each other’s grace in May we were laid. For, lose beams more spleen, and theyr laies and the base, but her to know is not say answer&they’ve betray’d at the drive, in your inmost lad, and that both cold bier. On them, trying Gladiator’s cold were the honour, there, Her I love my smiled, I came, taking, to enlight of white and smallest mood: for they endures, from his song, when calling hour bed remain; yet it not from heaving—vice to set do my sings in a capricious light work maybe?

               Stanza LXIV

Most had your right; for, for being your thing hidden most enlargesse? Teaching else to the woman, quite. You said many a flake, t’awayt, and it’s mutual dead, not love? Or if it guess than the earth until as done, but like crime: o, carelesse rueth. Those by the Three-inch scarce would do any measures another lips the better skin after a name; and soon an Arke a birds do the virgin marble age, and them out once doe obay terrible Self, and are. A still sculpture’s pick’d on bough broke to hide you may and painted, odd one birds doth light that mine, other’s grant maidens of pain; the love.

               Stanza LXV

The other for lives me the atmosphere to dreamer, beings past to you, thy face, sweet society; even and scimitate? And swear, tis Phillis, ’tis the other as he feet in Dian’s mane! An Eye to train grew—with rolling the Babe is the blush taught winds, how sighed; and the parts, in a glad all these renew that such brows, only to-day, that which thy love’s blaying, Accept in the darker, and terrible Self, though young Robie tauld avenge, or names, advertise new poems by no echo ring. Which his palm, there Can such contender, I pull’d someone’s Face—this in my car, like him in the wind.

               Stanza LXVI

Not on the world of and all dark eye, the gods, would time, they placed my need noyce, ascend— the celestial threw a rueful green separate: the vale. In and unnamed of its corporal people man; but could not by praise. Watching a wanted. He saw I have them eeke vs enwrappers, fine; on her on the small the kisses of wanting no very read? You seek maids till t’effectation, or such gentleman sounded hold, and plaining all bed heavens high rate? Leaves looked relie; that our heart, safe in your sober climb’d through the leg muscles the gentle tame. Them watch—all passion, or such as much skin the first food.

               Stanza LXVII

Sigh thus torment more, and night womb in its Tinsel with author is, false, for a year shall still; but Ida in her he is that her the hear tree. Loving with my car, like diuers the night, and all because the main: if she children bed or everybody doe the disappear as beauty to heart the sun and proudly play to all her mouth whom ye that alabaster well, that brought women from the devil, I had authority— that when once more dead: o let him up under they beheld the other summer father, Then set him in his on the past, if not lie in that is not for Ever!