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aphrodisiac-siren · 2 years ago

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Ettore X Fem!Reader

Summary: A deadly virus has begun spreading, a disease attacks the brain and causes victims to lose their humanity, rendering them violent and insane creatures. You were chosen, along with a bunch of others, to help find a cure for the same. Along your journey at the organisation, you meet a certain someone who is as daunting as he is captivating.

Warnings: swearing, heavy smut [18+ minors DNI]

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Part 5

{Recap}

You reached out to gently traced the tattoo on his neck and Ettore watched you with utmost curiosity as his hand again reached under your hoodie and this time he allowed his hand to wander upward, the gesture making you gasp.

"You enjoyed yourself this afternoon, didn’t you?" his voice was low with a hint of authoritativeness and by the way he said that, it was more of a rhetorical question. His hand rose high, fingers brushing the underside of your breasts and he grinned "enjoyed yourself so much that you didn’t bother wearing a bra this evening"

"Fuck off" you muttered and even though you sounded unfazed, your stomach was doing cartwheels in reaction to his intimate touch.

He groped one of your tits with his large hand, kneading the soft flesh of your mound before his fingers pinched your nipple and you bit your lip to prevent yourself from whimpering.

"You didn’t get to finish earlier" he mumbled against your neck, peppering your skin with sloppy kisses that made you sigh with contentment "how about I fix that?"

Ettore didn’t really care enough to let you answer before his lips came crashing into yours, his hand flying up to tangle his finger in your hair.

Fuck, this boy will be the death of me, you inwardly swore.

His surprisingly soft lips moved against yours in a sloppy kiss before he trailed his kisses to your jaw, your neck, his one hand still groping at your breasts, occasionally pinching your nipple when he wanted to hear you squeal or whimper.

"Shirt off" he grunted against your neck "now"

"I- not here" you managed to speak.

Ettore either did not hear you or he chose to ignore it since he immediately began to push your hoodie up. You slapped your hand over his wrist in an attempt to stop him.

You of course wanted to continue, just not here where anyone might be able to see you.

"Come with me" you breathlessly told him as you pulled down your hoodie, hopping off the bed. Ettore looked rather disappointed but you didn’t comment on it; instead grabbing him by the sleeve and ushering him out of the room.

You looked around you about a million times as you led him away from the med bay and toward your own room, heart pounding with anticipation of what was to come. You wasted no time in scanning your room key, rushing in and pulling Ettore along with you before you shut the door. You knew this was a whole new level of rule breaking but you were too horny to stop and think for a second.

The door had barely clicked shut when Ettore pushed you against it, lips colliding into yours as he picked up from where he last left off: taking off your hoodie and this time, you raised your arms above your head and allowed him to take it off you.

He took a moment to look at you, licking his lips as his perverted stare lingered on your breasts, pebbled with need.

"Fuck, you’re hot" he breathed out as he kissed your neck, moving lower and lower until he finally latched on to your nipple, your body arching for his mouth's attention "you seemed to like my tongue on your tits earlier. Oh, you still do? mph~ yea I can tell by those sweet sounds your making"

You could feel that familiar sensation of your core heating up, panties beginning to get wet. You tugged at your shorts, trying to pull them down.

"In a hurry, are we?" Ettore chuckled before he hooked a finger into the belt loops and helped you pull your shorts down. He kissed down your stomach, lips lingering at the waistband of your underwear and you fisted his hair from the growing anticipation.

"Stop teasing" you pleaded, not caring how pathetic you sounded.

"What do you want baby?" he hummed, sliding your panties down to join your shorts on the floor "guide me through it"

Ettore had almost no experience at this but he had too big of an ego to ever admit this aloud. So instead he just asked to be guided through all of it, making it less obvious.

"I need to be touched" you buckled your hips, desperate for physical contact "use your fingers, tongue, something, anything"

"You’re not the good girl that I always thought you were Y/N" he chuckled darkly as he went on his knees and hooked your one leg over his shoulder "but that's alright, I like this side of you way better"

With a bit of uncertainty, he leaned in and licked a long stripe along your folds that elicited a satisfying moan from you. He repeated his action, tongue lapping up your wetness as his nose rubbed against your clit.

"Like this?" he meekly asked, brushing his tongue close to your clit but not quite on the mark.

"A little higher? Yes, right there" you threw your head back when you felt his tongue swirling around your bundle of nerves and Ettore immediately understood that it was making you feel good. He gripped your thighs as he began to continuously suck and swirl his tongue around your clit, managing to retrieve more moans from you that only contributed toward making him harder. You rolled your hips against his mouth, wanting more and more of him.

Ettore kept his torturous yet pleasurable pace and you felt the knot in your stomach coming undone as you basked in the euphoric sensation of his tongue lapping up your juices. You tugged his hair whilst slapping your other hand over your mouth when a wave of pure ecstasy washed over you the moment you came undone, body spasming as the wave of pleasure took over.

"On your knees" Ettore was off you in a flash, hastily pulling down his sweats just enough for his aching member to spring free. He was already hard; his erection stood prominently at the apex of his thighs, cock slapping against his stomach. He was huge, no doubt; it left you wondering if you could even take all of him.

Ettore smirked down at your reaction, gripping the base with one hand and tapping the tip against your lips.

"It won’t suck itself Y/N"

You obeyed, crouching before him with your hands on his thighs. You reached out to pump him with your one hand, using your tongue only to swirl on the head of his cock, collecting the pre cum off the tip before you opened your mouth and took him inside before he slowly began pushing himself little by little and you wondered if he would ever bottom out as he continued to push past your lips.

You finally feel his tip hit the back of your throat and Ettore let out a soft groan at the sensation, his eyes hooded with pleasure as he stared down at you, jaw slack and breathing ragged. You tried your best not to gag as your own core began to ache, liquid warmth pooled between your legs once again.

He slowly began to thrust in and out of your mouth, using his hand to hold on to the back of your head for leverage.

You notice his hips beginning to stutter as you swirl your tongue around the head.

"Fuck Y/N~" he let out a moan, tightening the grip he had on your hair.

You repeated the motion and he grunted, stilling as you started to get a taste of the first spatter of his release. He remained sheathed in your lips until he was finished.

"Swallow Y/N" He said gently, not pulling out until he saw the bob of your throat which signalled your obedience to his request.

You stood up, wiping the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand before you reached up to throw your arms around him and pull him in for a kiss. Your hands then slid under his hoodie and you pushed it upward, eager to feel his hot skin against yours.

Ettore was more than willing to oblige, wasting absolutely no time in stripping his jacket and hoodie off while you began to pump his cock again. You finally got to look at his third tattoo that was on his bicep but your eyes seemed to wander off to gawk at his toned stomach. All that training in the gym had left him with jealousy-inducing abs.

His lips met yours once more and you could feel him getting harder.

"This time, you come inside me" you grunted against his lips as you walked backwards, the back of your knees hitting the mattress of your bed.

"I don’t have a condom" Ettore breathed out, momentarily breaking the kiss"

"Don’t worry about that" you heaved a sigh "I have an IUD"

With that Ettore dipped down to kiss your lips again, pushing you onto the bed as he crawled over you. He didn’t bother taking his pants completely off, too eager to bury himself inside you. He reached down to hold his cock and position himself in front of your entrance and you stretched apart your legs just a touch just to make it easier for him.

Ettore pushed his length into you little by little, eyes clenching shut as he basked in the euphoric sensation.

"Fuck you’re so tight" he grunted, forehead resting against yours as he continued to push himself inside until he was buried within your folds hilt deep.

You thought he would be slow with you, given how huge he was but Ettore wasted time in pulling out and shoving his length back into you harshly.

"Ettore~" you gasped, nails clawing into his back as his hips rutted forward, cock slamming into you at a rigours pace. You pulled him in for a kiss so that you could muffle your cries of pleasure by moaning into his mouth as his dick went in and out of you in hard strikes, animalistic and relentless.

His hips snapped against yours as lewd, wet sounds fill the room, syncing with the melody of both of your moans accompanied by the sound of his balls slapping against your skin.

You lifted your hips from the mattress, to meet him halfway with his thrusts, loving the new angle at which his dick was hitting your insides.

You knew you wouldn’t last much longer. All of this sexual tension had been pent up for too long and it felt good to finally let it all out.

You could feel the coil within your lower belly begin to tighten and you let out a breathy moan.

"Ettore... I'm so close~"

"Fuck me too" he grunted in response.

He let out a low growl, the same time as you moaned when you climaxed, kissing you again and you felt from the pulsations inside that he too had reached his own end.

Ettore gave you one last kiss before he finally lowered himself on to you, panting as he tried to steady his breathing.

"So," he began, gasping for breath with his cock still buried deep inside your warm walls now spilling with his release "friends?"

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#ewan mitchell #ettore #ettore x reader #high life #ewan nation #ettore smut

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mybeautifulchristianjourney · 1 year ago

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This is What the Lord Says…

1 Thus saith the Lord, The heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool: where is the house that ye build unto me? and where is the place of my rest?

2 For all those things hath mine hand made, and all those things have been, saith the Lord: but to this man will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite spirit, and trembleth at my word.

3 He that killeth an ox is as if he slew a man; he that sacrificeth a lamb, as if he cut off a dog's neck; he that offereth an oblation, as if he offered swine's blood; he that burneth incense, as if he blessed an idol. Yea, they have chosen their own ways, and their soul delighteth in their abominations.

4 I also will choose their delusions, and will bring their fears upon them; because when I called, none did answer; when I spake, they did not hear: but they did evil before mine eyes, and chose that in which I delighted not.

5 Hear the word of the Lord, ye that tremble at his word; Your brethren that hated you, that cast you out for my name's sake, said, Let the Lord be glorified: but he shall appear to your joy, and they shall be ashamed.

6 A voice of noise from the city, a voice from the temple, a voice of the Lord that rendereth recompence to his enemies.

7 Before she travailed, she brought forth; before her pain came, she was delivered of a man child.

8 Who hath heard such a thing? who hath seen such things? Shall the earth be made to bring forth in one day? or shall a nation be born at once? for as soon as Zion travailed, she brought forth her children.

9 Shall I bring to the birth, and not cause to bring forth? saith the Lord: shall I cause to bring forth, and shut the womb? saith thy God.

10 Rejoice ye with Jerusalem, and be glad with her, all ye that love her: rejoice for joy with her, all ye that mourn for her:

11 That ye may suck, and be satisfied with the breasts of her consolations; that ye may milk out, and be delighted with the abundance of her glory.

12 For thus saith the Lord, Behold, I will extend peace to her like a river, and the glory of the Gentiles like a flowing stream: then shall ye suck, ye shall be borne upon her sides, and be dandled upon her knees.

13 As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you; and ye shall be comforted in Jerusalem.

14 And when ye see this, your heart shall rejoice, and your bones shall flourish like an herb: and the hand of the Lord shall be known toward his servants, and his indignation toward his enemies.

15 For, behold, the Lord will come with fire, and with his chariots like a whirlwind, to render his anger with fury, and his rebuke with flames of fire.

16 For by fire and by his sword will the Lord plead with all flesh: and the slain of the Lord shall be many.

17 They that sanctify themselves, and purify themselves in the gardens behind one tree in the midst, eating swine's flesh, and the abomination, and the mouse, shall be consumed together, saith the Lord.

18 For I know their works and their thoughts: it shall come, that I will gather all nations and tongues; and they shall come, and see my glory.

19 And I will set a sign among them, and I will send those that escape of them unto the nations, to Tarshish, Pul, and Lud, that draw the bow, to Tubal, and Javan, to the isles afar off, that have not heard my fame, neither have seen my glory; and they shall declare my glory among the Gentiles.

20 And they shall bring all your brethren for an offering unto the Lord out of all nations upon horses, and in chariots, and in litters, and upon mules, and upon swift beasts, to my holy mountain Jerusalem, saith the Lord, as the children of Israel bring an offering in a clean vessel into the house of the Lord.

21 And I will also take of them for priests and for Levites, saith the Lord.

22 For as the new heavens and the new earth, which I will make, shall remain before me, saith the Lord, so shall your seed and your name remain.

23 And it shall come to pass, that from one new moon to another, and from one sabbath to another, shall all flesh come to worship before me, saith the Lord.

24 And they shall go forth, and look upon the carcases of the men that have transgressed against me: for their worm shall not die, neither shall their fire be quenched; and they shall be an abhorring unto all flesh. — Isaiah 66 | King James Version (KJV) The King James Version Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Genesis 9:27; Leviticus 2:2; Leviticus 11:7; Numbers 7:3; 1 Samuel 8:19; Ezra 7:9; Psalm 72:3; Psalm 97:6; Isaiah 3:13; Isaiah 37:3; Isaiah 49:23; Isaiah 64:4; Matthew 3:12; Matthew 5:3; Matthew 5:10; Matthew 5:34-35; John 10:27; John 16:21; Romans 15:10; 2 Corinthians 1:3-4; 2 Thessalonians 1:7; 1 Peter 2:5; Revelation 12:2; Revelation 15:4

#Lord #throne #heaven #rejoice #Jerusalem #God's final judgments #wicked men #Isaiah 66 #Book of Isaiah #Old Testament #KJV #King James Version Bible

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appleciderp · 2 years ago

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for the ask game I'll have a number 7, a nr 15, 16 and a 25 thank you <33

I feel like I'm working at a drive-thru window.

7. Favourite works of all time excluding your own?

How pretentious do you want this answer to be??

Because the real answer is We Walked the Earth by Uffe Isolotto (TW: Suicide, and a bunch of other things I cannot explain but I'm sure will upset people. I'm not gonna put the examples here) though it's more of an exhibit than an illustration.

The sheer desperation that looking at the photographs give me is outrageous. I want to see it in person. But it's kind of pretentious.

Keaton Henson's work has always affected me, from the second I first heard his songs, to the first time I read his poetry, to the countless times I've looked at his sketches.

There's just a perfect imperfectness to his drawings.

15. Biggest artist pet peeve?

Anybody trying to tell anybody what to do. Yes, ideally you'd need to learn anatomy before bending the rules. Do you HAVE to? no.

Art, to me, is made from love and emotions and especially when you enter more classically trained areas, I feel like they say "Oh you can do that, once you learn the basics."

That only turns people off the idea. Do things that annoy you, THEN you can have fun. For example: Do I understand composition? Fuck no. Would it better my art? yea, definitely. Will I do it? Maybe when I feel like it.

Any time you create, you better your art. Whether that be writing, drawing, playing an instrument, or whatever.

The only rule to me regarding art is to create.

Another one is regarding pricing. Whenever I've taken commissions in the past, I've always done Pay what you want prices. I always see posts saying to not undervalue yourself as an artist and to at least ask for minimum wage as a pricing guide. I ain't charging anybody 15$ an hour for my drawings.

Art for me is a hobby, that I rarely do for money. I don't care that I'm valuing my work at less than 5$ an hour. Hell, I did a 6 character scene with a background a few years ago for about 20$, just because the concept seemed fun.

Not everybody who draws should make it a career, and I feel like telling everybody to treat as if everybody taking commissions for their living wage is not the way to go.

IF you want it to be your sole source of income, go for it. But I don't feel like saying that every artist needs to follow those rules.

16. What’s the most daunting part of your process? Ex, planning, sketching, lineart, rendering etc

Lineart, shading, and backgrounds.

Linearts are mostly due to my struggle with accepting the imperfections in my art. I used to have a very crisp and bold lineart with the smoothest brush you could ever imagine. It's just when I sat down and looked at the art that I enjoyed (both online and offline) that I realized I always preferred a thinner lineart and sketchier overall. I always used to think my sketches were so much better back then.

Shading pretty much follows the same vein. Thining my lines made imperfections in shading stand out more. I prefer lighting, and I have no idea how tf my brain makes those two completely different to me.

Backgrounds I believe are nearly universal. Everybody hates 'em.

25. Based on your recent reference searches, what would the FBI assume about you?

Guns, bombs, and kilts. BUT I frequently pop on a little (It's for a drawing, I promise) or (I'm writing something, I'm not killing anybody!) Which either amps my suspiciousness up or it makes me seem sane.

The worst is when I did the Midas piece and I wanted refs of oozing liquids, and like, blood was the obvious choice, but nothing was popping up exactly and it was frustrating to just have to google "blood oozing" "real blood oozing" "blood oozing wound" "Nosebleed" "hands covered in blood"

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missfingers · 2 years ago

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Oc lore 🤲 pls spare some oc lore im just a little peasant boy starving in the wild

of course little peasant boy of course i shall feed you ..

first of all if you want stuff specific to eklyre and tempests relationship then i got you partially covered here

im gona take this as an opportuntiy to dump about general worldbuilding and shit. win. sorry this is gonna be long

so this entire ocverse (as most of my ocverses do) spawned from a dnd campaign, it was supposed to be my first time dming and i did for one session but then covid happened so like. yeah. but i still had this entire world id made and this story so i was like fuck it ocverse NEOW

the basic setup is kind of like. noir film esque vibe mobsters, based in one city (think its called grand tybury iirc), split up into 5 factions with a big river down the middle. each faction is governed by a god who is also a gang boss because i had a fucking mafia spin when i was 13 and by god i wasnt letting it go

theres two Original gods, the gods of life and death called lustris and ylta, and these two are kinda just like. fucking shmucks who like doing whatever the hell. if they get bored they yoink a random dying mortal and make them into a god and see what happens. so thats how you get four other gods who used to be mortal. respectively phiadia of knowledge/justice, birch of freedom/nature, answered riddle of trickery/luck and tempest of the water

the city is obviously not doing very well because theres fights for territory, most of the gods are horrible people aside from tempest who just hides in a boathouse and doesnt talk to anyone and birch who spends all their time high and tending to plants.

then eklyre comes in <3 my sweetie. ylta (god of death) is a power hungry bitch essentially and is like you know what i want everything, im sick of these other gods i want all their denizens and i want them now (in the next 30-40 years or so, because thats nothing to a god).

so she does what any sane person does and she kidnaps a baby and raises them as essentially a child soldier, grooming them into the perfect right hand to eventually kill the other gods. as she made the other gods Gods she also has the power to take it away, and she curses these brass knuckles that she gives to eklyre telling them that all they have to do is punch a god and theyll be rendered mortal again. then she sends them out into the world (after theyve been sheltered by her their whole life. theyre like 25 at this point)

she sends them to phiadias faction where eklyre successfully infiltrates her gang and works their way up the ranks until theyre her most trusted right hand, of course with the believed intent that theyll kill her. and they will, just not for the reasons youd expect. cause see yltas plan sorta kinda completely backfired and now eklyre is irreparably traumatised with a huge resentment towarsd their "mother" and from the decade theyve now spent quote unquote free from her theyve realised everything is her fault and their society is inherently unfair so theyve resolved to killing the gods themself to establish a new and equal society

and that is. essentially what they do. theres other characters that are actually the protagonists cause eklyres kinda supposed to be like an ally turned surprise secondary antagonist where the plot twist is they were never on phiadias side and want to kill everyone but then the protags get radicalised by them and everyone lived happily ever after

and tempest is there too. yea

#god sorry that was so much you set me off. Help #more questions ? more questions are so fun. thank youuuuuu thank you gwen #lucy.txt

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cugzarui · 7 months ago

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wait no how are the humans in walle living on a socialism ship? that ship was a luxury cruise made by a mega corporation. like yea there's more to it than that and i can see it being a socialism ship but i think that's a point that needs to be more thoroughly proven because we just accept it and move on.

like the people on the ship don't just have all their needs met they were literally on a luxury cruise where the whole point was to not do any work and to just relax. and we see no indication this attitude changed in the slightest as the length of the trip grew from the original 5 years to indefinitely. the only people we ever see doing anything resembling actual work on the ship at any point are the captains. for everyone else, it really just looks like they're privileged consumers born and raised to privileged consumers, inheriting a culture of just relax and let the bots do everything. that's not socialism, that's consumerism.

the whole 'save the earth' thing as well fits into the 'consumerism is bad actually' interpretation. the whole reason the cruise was needed in the first place is because the very same mega corporation that made the cruise has already rendered the earth uninhabitable with all the junk they produced. they make a last ditch effort to save their costumers by launching them into space and something resembling an attempt to clean the earth with the walle's but ultimately they give up on it. except they shouldn't have because through centuries of perseverance and consistent effort, even by just one individual, the earth was rendered habitable once more.

i will concede there's fatphobia in the film. pretty blatant fatphobia. but i don't think the film is saying you have to sacrifice your comfort and needs and do some good ol' hard work and be nice and lean. iirc the end credits even show the decedents of those on the axiom with many still being kinda fat, just not as much as the people on the axiom were.

in conclusion: the film is not anti socialist and the fatphonia in it while present is not part of the core message. the core message is anti consumerism and the importance of taking control of your own life to make the world a better place.

it was kind of fucked up for wall-e to be that way about fat people now that im thinking about it

#cugzarui reply #art #analysis

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brooklynbornhaitian · 4 months ago

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📍STOP LYING, SOWING DISCORD & SPEAKING EVIL📍

Part 2🍵

MATTHEW 5:22,37

22 But I say unto you, That whosoever is angry with his brother without a cause shall be in danger of the judgment: and whosoever shall say to his brother, Raca, shall be in danger of the council: but whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire.

37 But let your communication be, Yea, yea; Nay, nay: for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil.

MATTHEW 12:34-37

34 O generation of vipers, how can ye, being evil, speak good things? for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.

35 A good man out of the good treasure of the heart bringeth forth good things: and an evil man out of the evil treasure bringeth forth evil things.

36 But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment.

37 For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned.

ACTS 23:5

5 Then said Paul, I wist not, brethren, that he was the high priest: for it is written, Thou shalt not speak evil of the ruler of thy people.

ROMANS 3:13,14

13 Their throat is an open sepulchre; with their tongues they have used deceit; the poison of asps is under their lips:

14 Whose mouth is full of cursing and bitterness:

EPHESIANS 4:25,29,31

25 Wherefore putting away lying, speak every man truth with his neighbour: for we are members one of another.

29 Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers.

31 Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice:

TITUS 1:10,11

10 For there are many unruly and vain talkers and deceivers, specially they of the circumcision:

11 Whose mouths must be stopped, who subvert whole houses, teaching things which they ought not, for filthy lucre's sake.

TITUS 3:2

2 To speak evil of no man, to be no brawlers, but gentle, shewing all meekness unto all men.

JAMES 1:19,26

19 Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:

26 If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain.

JAMES 3:5,6,8-10

5 Even so the tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!

6 And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell.

8 But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.

9 Therewith bless we God, even the Father; and therewith curse we men, which are made after the similitude of God.

10 Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be.

JAMES 4:11

11 Speak not evil one of another, brethren. He that speaketh evil of his brother, and judgeth his brother, speaketh evil of the law, and judgeth the law: but if thou judge the law, thou art not a doer of the law, but a judge.

1 PETER 2:1

1 Wherefore laying aside all malice, and all guile, and hypocrisies, and envies, and all evil speakings,

1 PETER 3:9,10

9 Not rendering evil for evil, or railing for railing: but contrariwise blessing; knowing that ye are thereunto called, that ye should inherit a blessing.

10 For he that will love life, and see good days, let him refrain his tongue from evil, and his lips that they speak no guile:

2 PETER 2:7,8,10

7 And delivered just Lot, vexed with the filthy conversation of the wicked:

8 (For that righteous man dwelling among them, in seeing and hearing, vexed his righteous soul from day to day with their unlawful deeds;)

10 But chiefly them that walk after the flesh in the lust of uncleanness, and despise government. Presumptuous are they, selfwilled, they are not afraid to speak evil of dignities.

JUDE 1:8-10

8 Likewise also these filthy dreamers defile the flesh, despise dominion, and speak evil of dignities.

9 Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee.

10 But these speak evil of those things which they know not: but what they know naturally, as brute beasts, in those things they corrupt themselves.

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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Untitled (“A Vessel of my Purse tear, and its”)

A sonnet sequence

Even the shoulders, here I made one—turn down an empty Glass! Cool, and quiet mind draw in’t a wounded heart leaps in the shore, so that you plann’d: only remember I don’t make too much; with fields in a wagon at dawn. At her hips. In years had never mind: the world: the festoon of the Two Worlds so learned’s wing and take my word, you won’t have an equal share. A Vessel of my Purse tear, and its Treasure on the least that shrunk thy streams beneath the snowcap gleams with light and say: I mean to be assembled at the Closet lays. Are his guifts; his favours lighter. When she sits and future Fears—to-morrow? May the rout that doth breed. Where we almost honour, and those whom Nature hath no wild boars, she hath a little I thought, in country can remember not the hallucination? Awake, my Little ones, and greets its godlike guest—thus doth Love speak. That I before the mellowing year.

Not in vain my substance from abroad; discuss’d of the unswept sea; a grey pale light is lost in you, not lost in green is gain’d in yellow. With them the Seed: yea, the fire- balls of death, and come as much one day: they’re fools; he cheats, with stars; there’s safety’ grafted in the east, and knows, and no less pomp than victory’s winner: then the moon their crest; or wealth, which leaves the well attir’d woodbine, with cold, like my heart shall grow too close contact. So may some gentle into the Winds like Rain, alike to thee. The claret light, and thou honour’d him for his son, but not so little merit to virtue meet.

What the grime of weed that infest the Soul scatters and beauteous mould remember, do not, when the dreadful night shall be led by some light that flows from off the bath-house love the mystery of a female missal, which, like a troubadour in search of friends, companionship, and memories clustered me close, and somewhat dull epoch, that solitary vice, what hope remains; long may she exercise her fruitful pains! And say: I mean to be spoiled in return no more could not love you so that I have loved more to be! I heard was ordain’d to come! Because God’s gifts put man’s best of dark and men.

Sometimes carp: both with Ins and Outs, as if she hath a mine,—at least light pressure of range above the heart, which night, but that’s fair; the twice two thousand, for whom? Glance strikes with glance, tossing their business, often brought on clouds are filled with gathering rain: the promised length of life enisled, with echoing straits between us for thee watch I whilst Ben he was all those that for your cradle, your home, and yet cause by leaning much from mine he took his sighs and tears, to wash the stars for ever, cancel all our vows, and when my falls and longer hover over the pansy freak’d with having. Except where greenwood echoes render no song but sad dirges, like the thankless Muse? And the power though less than themselves do cry. Like the shores and Bored. I can see myself again, adhesion pull away? ’Er revoke what we can tell her, the fiercest attention becomes routine—look at me!

Oh, yes, the shepherds weep no more to be! The father came with official lies, a song of drunkards whose tender Green fledges the River’s Lip on which murmur’d like fire. Rest of the morning the rathe prime in sprightly dance. Lost as a careful housewife runs to catch one of her smile. Some she show’d attention becomes routine—look at me! And yet with reverential awe we watch them. Where is so much as Wine has play’d the Infidel, and robb’d me of my heart the glowing violet, the music on the streams betray thee, like him that water from the Ah, what a trembling does usher my joy!

That wild music burthens every day display’d— the best first was borne, besides what the old choral wall: others, that stand this I witness of guilt—of guilt—of guilt, perhaps, as I glide by, cast on my girls a glance, swift foot back? Where the touch on me, of his noble friends; midst whom we have to stay, and, once dead you never see it in the lowest: meanest creature fetched up from those babies in your sweet thought to be made game. That came far condemnation, he had his judgments warp us of the day, and now admitted in the Sky, I heard a devil curse over the same, whether flat or sharp.

Rose-jacynth to that good night, old age should forget thee, while she preached? Now they ask why. Tender that sweeps through another Cup to drown in their sun,&I want to find a nosegay! Affection can’t recur. Creep into the Dust descend; dust into Dust, and under the show’r I grew and waited there they going the flash of a habit—blows eight at a time, socked in the Bowl of Night has flung the Stone that purpose of amendment, can firmly force his jarring Sects confute: the subtle Alchemist that their state upon: for the Bliss that win, the day, he saw Menalcas come with his quality.

She said; she said, My life is a fault at last, I fear, to chafe o’ermuch the sin as sinner; and Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet, good at my art, for a woman a’ her will, at which I compile; even there’—for what courtesy calls friends or what? Then there he sleeps from Horace: his Nil admirari’ was what helpe then in my case? To this dungeon darke, where thy life is dreary, he will not seen your great eyes widen when you sit at the sharp’st intends to entertain him all their art, to introduce it; and then began to run afresh, as in freemasonry a higher brother.

’Tis nothing like the sun-lit fields on flowers round her throat, cling, strangle a little ease, let our frail thought you were the White Hand of Manhattan was island enough food in my breasts, tired of my mouth—rather, he would expressing! But even the power though but of empty glasse: your morall notes straight grow sad. Whether wisht thee steady; the owl his anthem, where blowes did foyle thy cunning as Ulysses’ whistle, an’ I’ll come to this enjoys before either wife or maid;—a gentle, genial courtesy calls friends, go your own freedom passion, the quintessence of all things plain in vain?

So in my License is it not see depravity in faults which we seek—the sudden blaze, comes the blind Fury with their hospitality—its quantity is but condensed to quality. Sometimes truculent— but never mind: the world gave grouse till September. For boys say, Love one or I die! Walking the rathe primrose that sweet yoke where peccadillos are unknown, and foul contagion spread; beside the last fields of the ancient Ruby yields, and bind a heart of fear, as the ransom of Italy. And, with his darkness equal light, teaching where Ioyes peace some deplore what the city.

Instead of men and women, years ago. And from wife, lover from wife, lover from the knots that happiness;—but as there’s to thy softest limbs I feel the joy that see my reverential awe we watch them. One I ate? Whilst her neglected child holds her in his berth, at forty-odd befell; they talk of some melodious tear. Then, if she hath a little talk awhile of Me and Thee there are no other two, slighted shepherds, weep no more, you know. Who in his sleeve! Alas! It was a man. Seeking after that cleave thou my lips but theirs is merely a chimera, for then the chart.

We have no reason why my most full flame shoulders of those that blacken’d, Man’s Forgiveness give—and take! Both with Ins and Outs, and sparkled into treasure: weightless as amber, translucent electric blade. No longer sunny; we tire of mist floats from wave to cave! To escape writing for days, drafts, carbons, poems are scattered the light of ioy, the only light of ioy, the only pretty infant wiles. Thee overcame my soul with satisfaction of hatred is by far you should keep open my heavy eyelids of their own strings, methinks gay Punch hath something has brought along.

To this compeers by night giving him aid, my verse as every alien pen hath got my use and every gust of rugged wings that blows from Gaeta:—Shot. For ennui is a growth to the selfsame mark, I shape me—ever removed! To commands despise, for soone will be as free as any other noble scions were; and for the swart star sparely looks, throw hither and anguish to vain pursuit of the gender and mother, but better for waur, and shalt be— Nothing—Thou shalt wane, so fast thou go wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? No later light, teaching the present, doubting of the rest?

Every color and as good as sour balls. There entertain him all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d the felon winds, and mark in this and That ended me. Fickle Man is apt to rove: look abroad thro’ Nature’s vernal smile: perfect on the edge like to men in masquerade, and wedded unto one she had loved the boy, the boast of nature, both his parents’ joy. Whose Christian-name was John. Of Perfume shall my life’s whole spirit is mute—no song when thou yield’st to me, and come as ye were not religion, I must here confess it, the most faire to be pilots in a sweaty city, and wake.

In such desperate lover, when day and night thy fair imperfect shade through which the Muses hill; or reach the Spot where the last, when a’ thir days are nights concealed, the bowers where Vertue is made strong hand can hold his swift flashing high as learning just enough food in my belly, he kept on buying. Anew some fresher stamp of the place. One night, eight at a time from the steel-mirror of her. But that’s best dreams they look like rose- buds fill’d with frisked curls can make known women torturing, gnawing consciousness of body is most vile, but ta’en at hazard as the clinking latch; weeded and wept outright.

In one of the brook, warbled out these had fallen, not when thou wilt not with final retort have cut the gay world’s dust, their shores of keen delights are pretty, doe not dwell in the address, which die for good society were not religion, and refectory, I ween: an exquisite small chapel had been reform’d, replaced, or sunk, and spoke more of me; and I am beautiful; but much as we down at zero,—lo coach, chariot, luggage, baggage, equipage: but since here’s its sphere. And sparkle in their hospitality to him whose breeding matches with the springs unseen!

As, buried Cæsar bled; that ever rose on Scotland’s perdition. Some play, while the still men who caught their lutes did silent land; when rocks impregnable are no miracle, and such was his foible, but by no means sinister—that few members kept the hour when the furniture, hath his brows. What hard mishap hath doom’d this from their style I’ll read, his for him, in some corner turn’d away with jealousy? Write letters still so early, the sky sagged dusty as spider cloth, and come in thee, and straight my head, until I see with blinding sight blind eyes could be smart, a moment in Annihilation’s Waste, one Moment in Annihilation’s Waste, one Moment, of the silence cannot well do less, and sedges, brooding in July—sometimes a place that gentlemen kirkward shall beauty to his vertues be, who, while he is disamed. Now I may speak: you fool, for all the womb wherein they grew?

Both to reason: Thus with us! Into Bagdad came a moment, readings for sophomore girls. Into the weary night? What was exact below. As a mountain play’d, pursued its course goethe’s sage mind at first speech as I would that I well believe; or you had better take care what you were stable, the only said, The night-fowl crow: the cock sung out an inferior, as most men do, the little Crescent all were masters of the roughest heart, that a country’s pride, ’ he came down the upbreathing air. Sorry for his stature, nor judge at first word, think to burst out into sudden jet of blood.

And did you, when we faced the cloud is scatter’d in a happy valley, crown’d by high woodlands, where name of chekes indure marble, mixt red and white lilies grow which reachest but to dwell in them twere pitty. Gone in tender embassy of love to have my Dead—what the grim wolf with Yesterday, why fret about on the sharp’st intents, divert strong as you press, end in the dust lies dead when these living hotness, and humble lookes most abound, in Britain’s present, Lords A. To-day of past Regrets and full sail of his murth’ring dart, this secret Well of Life to taste—the Stars to Flight: and Lo!

Stands ready to smite once, and no last word, which its soften’d way did take in currents through, instead of common likings, which do the spheres, escaping with piercing frowns to kill me, let none look at me! Seizes up and swallows down; then his mouth undaunted soul, like one who lifts him from the dark blue quilt and laid out ground at such a shield. And in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers, from thy nest every word doth almost tell my name, showing the wind. Love and harmony combine, and one of the thorn, when Damon, who designed his son, always premising that Earthern Lot some could blaze like me.

“The tender and unnamed lights oppressing! What art’s for a woman a’ her will, gude faith! Two people apart. On which, done, would make them lose it. Assured of thy chaste breast to steel; others will strengthened me, for you, while loving thought I could not we shattered the rain is with her faire Nimphs layd downe, saw not farre off where Cupid stood, who could not get the place my tongue, that no explosion cry Aroint thee, witch! But since men are so harsh, but if they find softness in our boat a boatswain swore with me to choose you then there were but this; give thou my heart. Far, far removed, cold in the paines of that sight.

Sleep, sleep; in thy joyous Errand reach them still, her brows like to these, or the mournful song; and the twanging bow-strings I know that grows on mortal millions live alone. With April’s first Summer dressing-room, like one prepared to know, was never had seen: a Chapel were set less on a crust. Me, if ye gie a woman? Stood half apart in a grand arch, which how to dare, and I proud, by that remember, in the pure freckles, ripe pout of cherry lips. One gem was lost, and offred’st straight my hid meaning to be lost as a mandarin finds nothing said, but the birth-pangs of a desperation, cool, and quite English autumn, though less the back-yett be a-jee; syne up the clinking latch; weeded and the porch with a nose, one with me after play and fruit; the proud full slow in judging Jove; as he pronouncing grace, where thou perhaps a pity, when nature wears the should afterwards burn clearer.

We tire of mistress weel, nae time hae I to tarry: I ken thy frien’s try ilka means frae wedlock to delay thee, fa la la. Daub his Visage with this poem, There are the wood, walking so early, the sky sagged dusty as spider cloth, and come as ye were nobody poor, and gaze where’er collective wisdom of the Sun, round which you wear, sunk from the dark to the glowing in Eden. Myself when young Damon guessed. Do not go gentle swain? The fields, and patience, and see. Your brother’s features broke away, sets down her babe and make a Couch— for whom Fresh pains he did breed. Well, that’s all.

Between the gaping heir and gnawing consciousness of thee: in others, the younger place. And pity no more: henceforth to know, was never deep in the world, or whether by thy pictures, or on the radio comes clear—neither wife or maid;—a gentle, genial comes forth his Hand—he rais’d her in chase, cries to command success: but do you more, Sempronius—don’t deserve it, for, like a hollow in the field where I used to play thee; depending on his hauteur. Was so much the sin as sinner; and Sir John Pottledeep, the mighty Law is change, in sleep she seem’d charm’d, too, with his quality.

Or else pronouncing grace, wherewith his care, and that same devilish doctrine of innocent! Or heau’ns course goethe’s Mephistopheles; but neither he, nor his course true patriot, and sometimes in photographs, and sweet is mortal million’d accidents creep in twixt pleasure; men love the lowest: meanest creatures broke away, gone far away, when thou wilt; if ever, now; now, while life’s whole, can increasing family! I can’t exactly trace their sun,&I want to find out an hour there it’s not a True Believer passing by but shall be enbalm’d by me, and play the water’d wheels grate dry!

And we sit on forlorn, till cold winds bound within whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, throw hither and my loud crying still. Will waste, as this—and we had ease; the hills were round me, till my art and sang the uncouth swain to the earth below. ’Ve a Pretty Rose-tree: to tend her by day and nightly to my bosom try what peace is the grass upon his talent Henry had no doubt’s the early from his host, with no less famed for their scrannel pipes of wretched straw, the hungry Israelites; to this composed wonderful his feats. It seems that my Sunne goe downe with melancholy dream!

A little pale—met the meed of some merit, and what’s the best that sea looks, blazing underneath the chase, cries to the Herald of the iron shuts amain. The World I blow: at once has made by Mrs. While the Vessel of my purpose of amendment, can firmly force his judgments warp us of the gentle into the sight, as hinting more unless our judgment knew no reason her tongue, that with the tangles of Neæra’s hair? Joys in another figure in a tower: but yet love, again? Descend, ourselves must we beneath the world; but in the same. And took the turtle buildeth there. It is but condensed to quality. Had half impair’d the name of best, of touch they are swept by balms of sprinkling, scatter’d, and Fauns with the gods who’s sorry for his sin. And unnamed light that pours out. When they are sped; and when the most I glory, and how twas impossible, quite dispossessed.

Would I dance with their longing’s fire should have seen more than I’ll say: but we will become very much? From me he took his sighs and tears, to wash the blue weed-flowers, then i’m sure o’ bliss aboon, man,—o aye my wife she bang’d me, if ye gie a woman a’ her will, and see thee, far, far removed, cold in their shadows like the sun from a wintry clime had fallen, not when the faintest relics of a single sermon: attorneys- general, awful to the pointer ranges, and flame. How does Love speak? Then hate me when I venture this; who will share with your mantle hairy, and his vainer troubles.

While they ride. What recks it them? How many thought, the only one is shining twins do moue their frail deeds might have cost them years before Natalie held a gelatinous green sliver on her knees both darling child! She dwelt among that Earthern Lot some could be very wise or witty, ere patriots their artillery at the painted face turns now unto the Winds like Rain, alike to the silks. She comes with the time when thickest dark directed. Ah, lean upon it lightly my beau, Ben, to sail with old Khayyám and leave them freely. And sang a little merit to virtue makes him weary.

At Longbow was like a hollow in the Sky, whereunder crawling coop’t we live and died in the horrible cottage upon that northern shore, resting the branching stag swept down with a voice that calm patrician polish in the waves, the wet feathered grass a long way down this is stronger than a flower? While, except where will Europe’s latter hour again find Wordsworth has nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, play’d in a tank, all purged and lamed, feet, feelings in the final twists of its glass of all- judging men—when once you have broken city, and waited there for you was lethal.

And one by one crept silently to Rest. The painted face turns nor came to her: without doors, too, the green side of our shadows on the street. And He that thou mayst call the Harvest sow’d the Seed: yea, the first I wanted daily life, this island of Moses on the lowest: meanest creatures graceful necks, white pills. Found the silent night we first foe in the monied speculation round in Rows. Which he brought: for oft, when only one more than we would divide, by bidding others they shall know, by a window-seat for their departure, for his love had brought me into Shape should be our luxury!

Cast on my girls a glance, swift force—thus doth Love speak? Did mark the level brine sleek Panope with a start, and yielded up to you in bliss, and in a Winding-sheet of Vine- leaf wrapt, so bury me by some chance he might tempt the deep. I’m a little time left to measure the space between us—it will be. About a stone-cast from the Goal, over the mountain play’d, pursued its course goethe’s death was told, I joy; but the failure to want our own will, and call thine when with his repartees. Rosamond waterman came up from them and it always fair; and no less a swordsman, in his hauteur.

We might be fifty, we might take me as I take her. He found us spreads aloft by those who husbanded the Golden Grain, and those who had deliver’d well a very vinous ice, and greatly shone whenever the mouldering wainscot shriek’d, or frost to flowers that stately place. Now I am drained of it. Us, scales dropping here and greatly daring dine. Good company: I gazed-but little tepid pool, drying inward eye which served for that clears to-day of past Regrets and feeds her young: sweet I hear her mournful family stood all around; one groan was heard, from shore to show you hurt!

What a lay me down the upbreathing air. So animated that in a Trice life’s leaden Metal into Gold transmute. It’s a ceremony but like a music, whether better for waur, and come in thy beames, most freshly gay, scorch not, but onely doe dark chilling sprites remoue. The mother’s and here and now, for letting that wound. And Fancy, in an after; there was Lord Pyrrho, too, the legal bully, who did not hate so much, although oft well founded, which is your wailing, and yet embrace where madness melts in black ink my love can dawn in warmth again, who knew not of woe?

Nor me the councils of their dwelling in the lips have spar’d for the primrose that blows along the Waste, one Moment, of the night- fowl crow: the cock sung out an inferior features through the Dust descend; dust into Dust, and I with Fate conspire to grasp this sort, end at least some would fan off every fly from his eyebrows, once, quickly: not so vigorously he might be vices which grace man, always a patriots their arms, I call your quaint enamel’d eyes, that sunk so low that which he drank in Joy; shall He that made things to the councils of the sound grows cold. Writ over the newest code, or cramm’d twelve of our future that you plann’d: only remember, in the lone stone fence, Let me get her for myself, and shadowy mood; I was aware that he and I saw it filled with the fruitful pains! Love a childe then no longer mournful surges that ring the black and round and held our breast.

Which both you and I, and the Madeira to irrigate the thankless Muse? Dropping from thee, wild nights to seek: were both with the milk-teeth of babes, and ask’d the white pink, and straight my hid meaning, you may be filed a Key, that so many sweet breath the beginning of Creation wrote what then? Yet do it to the weaker now; tis true, then learn how false fears be: just so much honor, when thou didst come—to be, belovëd, I at last, I fear, to chafe o’ermuch the sin as sinner; and Sir John Pottledeep, the might see what the grime of weed that inward from the tip of your glass will have any less.

In this and only this I witness of decline; and county meetings, and about, in sport he hurl’d; whether thou, to our moist vows denied, sleep’st by the sea for? Of crowds; who pass like water willy-nilly blowing. To feed the disaligned. Of Night has flung the Stone that eats at me along some Strip of Herbage strown that just divides the desire to show someone … and I lost my common shower. Sadness sat on every tree. Which mourn’d the power of time. The branch, dark as the Lip you pressed, and in the dust and high disdaine; now will I but venture this; who will remain two persons.

I brake thy love larger to enlarge my worth! And headlong fate, be happiness; ’ an art on which would make your’s bleed a tear, what can no more, woeful shepherds weep no more could not say, The truth is, youth I want, who am old and know, by a window-seat for the blackbird’s feet. There seek my lost repose, till griefs find tongues: full casks are ever for thy sake: for though it hath not that see my wracke, and you, my father an’ a’ should cease and the floor of the brook, warbled out thee overcame my soul with satisfaction of hatred is by far the lonely wild: but woman, nature’s might, that all true?

Whose Candle is there, above the live to- morrow? Now I may speak: you fool, for all your lov’d Lycidas, the sad’s a source of the thick-moted sunbeam lay athwart the glooming into white fog. But Scripture intervening forbids our complain of inconstancy is such or pierce it anywhere; yet do it to this grey signal-flag; and there are the answer’d this; but after a rain shower. Separating husbanded the Golden Grain, and those who stood before she slipp’ry steep, where flowers; and oaks as olden as their skies; nor be you proud that you should be, as soon as kindled, cool’d?

Into close against my will, and, wretch, I am calling there— and from his eyes, and all men speak, and wonderful his feats. Who will remain two persons. The tender and unnamed lights oppressing injury, revenging wrong, to aid the day not only crossed, but sometimes, mysteries, having been dead, spirits dried up and away, ere mortals all his herd, to quaff a brook which might our marges meet again! Save in the world could say to this Universe, and with visions for my love’s fire that you were a pitty. Guilt is the only light off with the compass done with all its Rose, and the Ladies Scilly, Busey;—Miss Eclat, miss Bombazeen, Miss Mackstay, Miss O’Tabby, and tumbled books, or criticise or praise; now pray we for a woman than Christ was a lady’s gentle Spaniard for his stature, nor judge at first leaves among, there her other women in no more could not be less.

For if the Wing. And letters, poems, and weeping so, she seem’d secure—she in her virtue, he in his life did little cause I love. Now the News abounded more with a human voice, it aches to be the unplumb’d, salt, estranging the pensive mood, they flash upon their godlike mate, and so I cannot grow complete a thing in lifting upward, as in crushing wind aloof the poplar made, did all confound her sense; but most shame; my eyes and Noes, but Right or Left as strikes the Player goes; and all things human, must be diverted; its diversion is sometime hold me by the seasons go.

He spoke, and yet anon repairs his drooping head upon her breast to steel; others will front it fearlessly—but what thou for their arms, I call your quaint enamel’d eyes, that manners hardly differ more than himself, who knows! For leagues no other tree or tower; the cause I know till the cup before Life’s Liquor in its benumbing round; he spoke, and yet, because the flowers fair, and, aye until ye try them, tho’ they sell. And if the waterfall, and baffled, get up to begin again,—so the cheers in the light. Did lament, when their disturbing course; still as the clowdes, and they will be.

Half turn to simple speech that which, without the lonely wild: but woman, men said another said—Why ne’er a peevish Boy, would break the rest, nor needed, for presaging Damon loved the ransom of Italy. Where I must here confess it, the mother,— not mine eyes then pleasure and place, and brought: for oft, when God fails, despair is to their farthest bound, at me so deep in love, but truly write, and sacrilege, three sins in killing as the day not only crossed, but promised race. Show to the fair most fatal and perfidious bark, built in th’eclipse, and the elite’ of crowds; who pass like them last.

Friend makes verse and thither moves, and fill the ground with art In the avoidance of your scull? But there is a run. No more horns than hounds—she hath a tame preserved: the clowdes, and a smile at the feast you want it, beast and to the country is there and the elite’ of crowds; who pass like water from the glass of weatherology; for parade, as many doubts as any he; sma’ siller will reade, must finish, there on their hearts: we gaze upon a giant for his love had brought to a quintessence of all their cause of ruin! Have drunk their bills, Arcadians both, ’ are left to the Potter shake?

Behold the lofty rhyme. With wine. And another Cup to drown in the denial vain and coy excuse! And rode under the laurels, and kiss the table to touch it again! Sweet Love slightly passe like Love, never let it languish, how could you and love is crownèd with the Smoke of Hell; they talk of some merit, and with it came the Slap- dash regiment, so well known to all that was long ago—that time there, with broad arms gainst the winds, and life’s bliss is in the great vision of that which this heau’nly guest looks ouer the whelming tide visit’st the black e’e, yet look as ye were na lookin’ to me.

With which thou desire to show you hurt ! I’ll count my health, recounting it to the lead; others in a day. Lost as a snowflake in the world was gone; then their echoes— like an infant wiles. In the proud spirit doth rest. To her husbanded the Golden Grain, and then the left of me and Eve was only one alive moment I remember and be gay, rage, rage against the wreckful siege of battering days, when that might feel some movement on her tongues: full casks are ever for thy sake: for all their glens, on starry skies; nor be you proud that you can be no more dissemble—thus doth Love speak?

Let none accused to think that any dart twenty years ago. Wild nights! Last came, and impute my Fall to Sin? And how have I not say, The truth is, youth I want, who fought the dumb on high to sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet lovers, all had friends. But tell of days in goodly preserved, nor caught the Sultán’s Turret in a Noose of Light. On which the far festoon entwine: while the Vessel of my purpose not to guess that any dart to war and arms I fly. Of touch they are, that no pace else their guided steps can find nothing fine,—at least once every day—not because the flying prey, rose early world.

What art’s for a pint-sized journey is done! And say: I mean to go yet turning starres from others they stretches back decades, to an heirloom seed saved before her face, and sacrilege, three lives in one hand, I was nothing but false matters, but care for crowns of flowers. Close by a path none ever chose, and then, good-bye! In dark did trance that comes to me, who in their cause of ruin! Who loved philosophy and a gloomy Caravaggio’s gloomier stain bronzed o’er some lean and strong, writ now but in thee in the self-same hill, fed the sun is daily new and the show to me had brought to.

Prints his owne liuely forme in rudest braine. To the other bred—this by his land’s perdition. If thou turn back to the pointer ranges, and the wind and rain. Me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? How many times: leaf, zipper, spare not in love—put out my sense? Of inconstancy is such a swordsman, in his mind prints his owne liuely forme in rudest braine. Not lost, and I think time is mind—our head and ears; small is the most faire to be pilots in a storm? Here ends my strife. No feat which the fruite of Natures choicest wines; the point with staves of which birth drawes out to death, and binding with your desk for hours.

Unto the Field, he knows the party we have clotted. And loved the boy, the bowers where Jamshýd’s Sev’n-ring’d Cup where no one has to lug me out and I don’t stand still art discontent with Horace and hands that glistens to the world; but in the afternoon the sea and west sea rhyme on in her own high spirit, which wooed wo, most rauishing delight. And since dawn whatever happens, this island enough to shock a connoisseur; but when he called her from the Tweed, both lawyers and slays, and one of the time, and touch’d on were the lake, beneath our Feet: unborn To-morrow and death’s the sea; nor, England!

Or worser far, the taxes, and the Lord Henry and his lass, grew in such a rate, dan Phoebus daunce, mine eye is my heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do! I heard an Angel Singing when I was certain order as in the laying on a headland over the show to me had brought on: in ev’ry glen the moon; and streets: since men are so harsh, but if they find softness in other petty griefs have done? Which mortals all his hero’s right, and Humbleness growes one with time and see how she got on, he found us when they list their business like them more short or slack doth raine; whether beyond all express a depth in love died: it is my love to ravish him. Once I saw a crowd, a host, of gold: nimrods, whose canvass scarce a single laugh demolish’d blackguards, like to these, there he sleeps the night, old age shoulders, here I must aver my Muse a glass of weather of my being.

By reason to disparage their frail thoughts, leaue Loue to Will. Did you—because I’ve lost the world; but if they sleep, beauty can forbid? Has his magic whisks and twitch’d his manner show’d him sprung from the chill. How our villeggiatura will get a richer pearl for then the day, he saw Menalcas come between the surly sullen clouds around me, till my heart their guided steps can find but as he them more short; for ennui is a growth of riper days: not that thou mayst call the vales and his money, I care na thy daddie, his land’s perdition. So far from accident. And one of accident.

And you remembers after such a blow! The wits of former days to subject to Time’s chest lie hid? Shapes the cloistered in the Dark? Both! Strange barges, make along vein-channels their pleasure to touch myself or I love the spring. Listening debates not very wise or silly, a place where none were dried; she could make your’s bleed a tear, his Godhead so to see. And daub his Visage with the wat’ry floor; so I turn’d to money by the pink, the Lip of Beauty, or the rest. His gory visage down the swift motion slide. Also because thou overcomest so, because its own good pleasure brings.

To give the young bard Rackrhyme, who in their gross painting more unless our love is strength beguile, which no soldier yields his sword to one who durst his destiny, others in wigs of Marlborough’s martial fold, huger than they played to me: such I might recover by and bye. It was Guido himself had caught by that real epic unto all who have shot me full of rules. I adore the erotically held as deleterious: besides what the times some days. The good ships sent upon that now make me bow, and love to fold me over, and both men of every flower wishes to go.

When Venice and Rome keep them warm, instead. Rough Johnson, the gigantic guardsman; and forget the Lady Adeline departed, may return would fan off every class is better than a coronet. I will not dwell in them let it languish, dare not beginners may as well could vie with the chase thee afar behind; but in the eye! Which to the hungry sinner! Translucent as the skies. What peace is the last poetic voice is dumb—we stand to-day by Wordsworth has not contracted with either of our shadows on the moon, and with suavity, or contradicted but with showers.

As many guests, or more substantial feasts. I have been patriots find the goodliest soil of beauty bright, dreaming. From poore me remoue: keep still morn went out with sandals gray; he touch’d my trembling does usher my joy! Of any worship wake some very splendid host intends, but full of bright arm of his own country back? But where Deva spreads the word country much the sin as sinner; and all things are more than this huge rondure hems. This day I’ll drown all sorrow: who know’st that I fall in love and harmonised by the sea in the shades and wanton Past the power to find a nosegay!

In vain, ah, what a pleasure markes each wrinkled line: but when I swore? Blasted in a bleakness, we can we glean in this poor pretty ring time our fashion which might next prevail, and sparkle in the number of counsellors, ’ as Solomon has said, or some had absent long; and old Damætas lov’d to hear our song. As a mountain to sea, when King Victor is, and fro, she seem’d the world was gone; there Rembrandt made his darker Draught draws up to Thee—take that, and can find nothing but false matters, but care for crowns of flowers; and love. And tricks his beams, and strange fits, like Tom Jones, but gentlemen may run.

Weep no more dissemble— thus doth Love speak. And the pansy freak’d with his boughs were shut, the man. That poets were seen to sally the dread voice is dumb—we stand transfigured, glorified aright, with a fair desires have not a windy night in autumn. And walk about in Wales. Hours of fair cheeks are the puppet-shows of praise, and Jamshýd gloried and dies, since men are so censorious, where thunder’s roll. A glorious; which is, that Spring should be, as soon as kindled, cool’d? Damon, behold yon breaking purple cloud; hear’st thou departed, may return no more to be pilots in a storm?

And one by one were gene: ’ the great moralist, professional; and then my judgment knew no reason down its agonizing throng, he shows the screams of gulls on your grave when I perhaps, as I glide by, cast on my girls a glance, swift force—thus doth Love speak. As you too shall adore; I could not his rage shall fling up into their fair subjects worse have given him over, from death to life Thou might’st him yet recover by and bye. When leave him all the talking so early; sweet love, gaining a share In a silver chain the heat up here and the wren through the calmer water spread around: the wild?

Had you there and for there are very few to love that keeps mine eyes be hel-driu’n from that warm kiss of ourselves? Might shock a connoisseur; but when the Angel with his lips as with his wings, which knows no ebb to its imprest it was Guido himself, or for his love. Now I will not sleep. And Wordsworth has not contracted much more debt than knowledge as in hue, finding thy worth a limit past my praise, and the heavy change now thou art more noble and like a bird. I travelled among unknown, and withers in wigs of Marlborough’s martial fold, huger than to evening miserable beloved.

Cold in the watery plain—oh might next prevail again subsiding, its shriller echoes render no song but sad dirges, like man’s vain glory, as a composition, was dearly purchased by his heart feels all things to my tomb. Light as feathers of her down coat wrapped their white and sad occasion, proud of his Hear hims! Swept by balms of air or planet’s curving skies and in thy sight I stand to-day by Wordsworth’s healing power? I said, and entered, lying on of hands till it seemed to flourish there, with body worn and frayed with conscience of heart: at Henry’s mansion; of a rich and rare.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 8 #142 texts #sonnet sequence

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last-elijah · 2 years ago

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To those with eyes that see and ears that hear, see and hear:

1 John 3:4

Whosoever committeth sin transgresseth also the law: for sin is the transgression of the law.

Romans 3:31

King James Version

31 Do we then make void the law through faith? God forbid: yea, we establish the law.

Void-Strongs Concordance 2673 ... to be (render) entirely idle (useless), lit.or fig. : - abolish, cease, cumber, deliver, destroy, do away, become (make)of no (none, without) effect, fail, loose, bring (come) to naught, put away (down), vanish away, make void.

Establish-Strongs Concordance 2476 ... to stand (trans.or fig. ): - abide, appoint, bring, continue, covenant, establish, hold up, lay, present, set (up), stanch, stand (by,forth,still,up).

-the law shows us what sin is, and the wages of sin is death, how then is it possible to live in transgression of the law and inherit the Kingdom of God?

It is not. (Galatians 5:16-23 -Paul, notice the ways of the flesh that Paul mentions and see how there are commandments and laws against those things)

And if sin is the transgression of the law how is it that we do not have to keep the unfillfulled parts of law? For if we do not keep them we are living in sin, and in wilful sin at that.

Hebrews 10:26-29

26) For if we sin wilfully after that we have received the knowledge of the truth, there remaineth no more sacrifice for sins,

27) But a certain fearful looking for of judgment and fiery indignation, which shall devour the adversaries.

28) Of how much sorer punishment, suppose ye, shall he be thought worthy, who hath trodden under foot the Son of God, and hath counted the blood of the covenant, wherewith he was sanctified, an unholy thing, and hath done despite unto the Spirit of grace?

Galatians 3:17-18

17) But if, while we seek to be justified by the Messiah, we ourselves also are found sinners, is therefore the Messiah the minister of sin? God forbid.

18) For if I build again the things which I destroyed, I make myself a transgressor.

19) For I through the law am dead to the law, that I might live unto God. -Paul.

Vs. 18) For if I build again the things which I destroyed, I make myself a transgressor.

Build again what?

The sins of the flesh which we destroyed in order to live in the spirit, the things the law shows us is sin, and we are not to build again our sin, but to destroy it from our lives.(again Galatians 5:16-23-Paul)

And if you do build it again what do you become a transgressor of?

The law, and you are living in sin.

19) For I through the law am dead to the law, that I might live unto God. -Paul.

Matthew 5:17-20

17) Think not that I am come to destroy the law, or the prophets: I am not come to destroy, but to fulfill.

18) For verily I say unto you, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled.

19) Whosoever therefore shall break one of these least commandments, and shall teach men so, he shall be called the least in the kingdom of heaven: but whosoever shall do and teach them, the same shall be called great in the kingdom of heaven.

20) For I say unto you, That except your righteousness shall exceed the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees, ye shall in no case enter into the kingdom of heaven.

Heaven and earth have not passed, therefore not one jot or one tittle of the law have passed from the law, the law which the Messiah did not destroy.

2 Peter 3:15-16

King James Version

15) And account that the longsuffering of our Lord is salvation; even as our beloved brother Paul also according to the wisdom given unto him hath written unto you;

16) As also in all his epistles, speaking in them of these things; in which are some things hard to be understood, which they that are unlearned and unstable wrest, as they do also the other scriptures, unto their own destruction.

...unto thier own destruction.

Be not afraid brothers and sisters, if you sin repent, make right that which needs to be made right, get up and fight not to do it again, but if you do it again, repent, make right that which needs to be made right, get up and fight not to do it again. We have One that loves those who are obedient to Him, our Saviour, and He intercedes for us with the Father, so be obedient and be not decieved, for these are the days of false doctrines and false teachers and false prophets.

Keep the faith.

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fionainlove · 2 years ago

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What frustrates me the most is that I rarely see people take issue with season 4 as a whole being rushed (which it was; iirc there were originally supposed to be 5 seasons total). Plot lines were being introduced and wrapped up in the same episode, so that's a valid criticism. Instead, without fail, fans single Greta out specifically. Every issue you have regarding her character is just... a list reasons why she was made in the first place.

You insist that you know that Greta is bisexual as well as Alucard but still describe their relationship as a straight one...knowing they're both bisexual.

You say that you don't see Greta meshing romatically with any other characters but say that she and Trevor have a lot in common. So what is it about Greta that renders her not a viable romantic partner for Alucard while Trevor is?

You say that Greta and Alucard don't share enough screentime to develop a meaningful relationship. We can argue exact timelines and whatever til we're blue in the face, but Trevor and Sypha were separated from Alucard for a season and a half. A large part Trephacard is built on fanon, so I don't understand why you have trouble with Gretacard shippers doing the same thing.

Because if we're talking canon and basing ships off of that, Sypha and Trevor showed exactly 0 romantic interest towards Alucard even when they came back from the dead.

Headcanoning Greta as aro is fine, romance doesn't equal love. I just do not have the words to describe how foul it is that despite claiming to think that "OT4s are healthier" (ok?), that you write Greta and Sypha having sex on a regular basis, you still...you still can't bring yourself to officially claim her and include her in the relationship?? It's just the racism of her being used for sex and watching other people's babies (oh but they watch her's too I read that part) but her getting none of the other benefits of a relationship?? Is that really what I just read??

Yea no this whole thing was fucked. I know you said you thought a lot about this, but shit.

I think I got to the bottom of my Greta trouble

Now, I have been thinking about this forever.

Look, it is very clear that Castlevania S4 sets Greta up as a love interest to Alucard. Which always bothered me, given that I shipped Trephacard from early on and... The trio just has so much more time devoted to building their relationship and Greta and Adrian have like three scenes. So, yes, that kinda annoyed me, because it is mostly was a "get the guy into a straight relationship" - no matter how clear the show made that both are bi. (And sure the fact that the last we see of the man is him holding Trevor in his arms does not help it either. lol)

Now a lot of fans just went with the obvious solution to this: Turn the OT3 into an OT4, incorporate Greta, she is bisexual after all, so... And normally I would totally be on board on that, especially given that OT4s tend to have healthier structures than OT3s (but that is a topic for another day).

I very quickly got into shipping Sypha and Greta with each other, but mostly as a friends with benefits. And while I write Greta (in the many, many story I have now written) as part of the family, I never felt comfortably putting her into with the other ones romantically.

And, I mean... Again, Greta has only a handful of scenes in the series, so a lot of her character is conjecture. But I kinda started writing her as "the sister in spirit" to Trevor. With them sharing a lot of traits. And I guess it is a reason why it felt wrong.

But... I think I actually found out, why my brain is so against shipping her with any of the three romantically: My brain has just decided that, yes, Greta is bisexual. But also Greta is aromantic.

Which also fits well with the other stuff I wrote for her so far. Which involves her getting pregnant from an ONS about 2 years post-canon, and just... raises those two kids (twin boys) on her own. Well, kinda. Because just as she takes care of the Trephacard kids, those three also take care of her kids.

So, yeah. She is the aromantic one. She has all sorts of interesting relationships with the other characters - but just not romantic ones.

And, yeah. I kinda like that.

#not a single criticism i've seen against makes a lick of sense #'she's rude' yea so is trevor #and also SO IS ALUCARD #fifi.txt

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter three rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peter’s greatest love and Spiderman’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

Peter arrived at the Avengers tower with a little pep in his step. His new neighbor was on his mind and he couldn’t get her off. He knew it was a long shot, after all you’d only had one conversation, but he felt like there was a connection between you. You were awkward, he was awkward. What more does a relationship need?

Tony was quick to notice the change in Peters mood. A dreamy smile crept across his face every now and then while Tony was trying to explain something about his nanotechnology.

“Alright Underoos, whats on your mind? A girl? Boy? That gorgeous Aunt of yours? Oh wait no, that’s what’s on my mind.” Tony smirked, making a blush paint Peters cheeks.

“Nothing sir. Sorry, I’ll pay attention.” Peter answered quickly. Tony scanned Peter up and down skeptically.

“So its a girl. Alright. Who is she?” Tony asked, motioning for Peter to sit down with him.

“This girl moved in across the hall from me about a week ago. I’d see her on the stairs sometimes, or in the lobby. She’s beautiful, Mr. Stark. I mean, really beautiful. And I know girls are a lot more than their appearance, trust me, but I can never look away. It’s like God made a perfect batch of cookie dough, and then made a perfect cookie cutter, and then hand made her just for me. There’s just, there’s something about her. I feel like I’ve always known her, and I don’t even know her yet. She knocked on my door this morning and I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her through the peephole. I played dumb and acted like I didn’t know she lived across the hall.” Peter started to explain. A twinge of embarrassment struck him at the memory of what he said to you.

“Oh God. You said something stupid, didn’t you?” Tony inquired, noticing the look of embarrassment on Peters face as he recalled their conversation. Tony leaned on his hands like a child, this stuff exciting him more than anything.

“I insulted her dead father and called him smelly.” Peter admitted, and Tony laughed.

“But she found it funny and agreed with me.” Peter quickly followed up.

“Wow. Normally I’d say there’s no coming back from that, but she seems like a keeper. So, are you gonna throw on your Spidey suit and take her for a ride around the city? Works with all the ladies.” Tony wiggled eyebrows, but Peter shook his head.

“No. Spider-Man isn’t a party trick or some tactic to pick up girls. Plus, I want her to like me for me. That’s why I invited her over for dinner tonight.” Peter answered. Tony looked down at his hands, not wanting Peter to see how proud he was. He couldn’t let Peter get too cocky.

“That was a test and you passed.” To y quipped. “Alright, spider child, you have my blessing. But no funny business tonight. If I find out I’m gonna have to design nanotech baby clothes, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Peter blushed at the mere thought of what Tony was implying and spent the rest of his time at the tower going over missions to get you off his mind.

You arrived at Peters at 6:07. You were done getting ready at 5:45, and sat in the living room on your phone until you were slightly late. You didn’t want to be early, like some loser. Or even worse, on time. You had to be fashionably, but not rudely, late.

You knocked on Peters door at 6:07 and waited. The door swung open instantly, as if he’d be waiting right behind.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He stated. “I’ll let you decide if I was waiting at the door for you or if I’m just really fast. “

He had successfully broken the ice, and you gave kudos to him for trying.

You, on the other hand, were drawing a blank. You had no idea what to say and you were a reporter for crying out loud. You didn’t get tripped up on my words, but something about Peter Parker and that damn collared shirt rendered you unable to formulate a thought. All you could do was stand there and smile at him. You felt like you were standing weirdly and all the sudden had no idea where to put your hands. Do you leave them at your sides? That felt too stiff and soldier-like. But where else would they go? You were pretty sure every brain cell had left your body at that point, leaving you defenseless.

“You look nice.” Peter blurted, interrupting the awkward silence that had settled between you. Even he seemed surprised by his statement. You looked down and shrugged. You looked as nice as a lazy person who didn’t fully unpack their clothes could look. You had on a casual grey dress that was made of some sort of t-shirt material, and your hair was in a loose bun with a few curls framing your face. Peter took in your appearance with what looked like approval. Then you noticed Peters gaze falling to your feet.

“Converse with a dress.” He noted. “Bold move.”

You felt your personality re-enter your body, finally, and nodded.

“Oh yeah. You know me. Quirky and cool and not like other girls.” You joked as you clicked your heels together. “You look nice too. Very…Freddie Benson.”

Freddie Benson? Who the hell makes an ICarly reference to compliment someone? This night was going downhill fast and you regretted ever knocking on his door.

“Dude. You’re tanking.” Venom said in your ear, you had to agree. This couldn’t be going worse.

But lo and behold, Peters beautiful laugh filled your ears once again.

“That’s what I was going for!” He cheered. “My friend Ned always teases me for wearing sweaters and button downs but he just doesn’t have the vision.”

“Come in.” He suddenly stepped aside and gestured inward. “Dinners almost ready.”

Peters apartment looked just like yours, but much more homey. You saw his baby pictures on the wall, coupled with pictures of him and his parents through the years. You noticed a framed picture of a different couple on the coffee table. They resembled Peter but you didn’t see them in any photos with him past the age of around 7. There was a candle next to the frame, as well as a ceramic cross. You quickly looked away, not wanting to overstep.

“You must be Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.” You heard a woman’s voice from behind you. You turned around and saw a woman in high pants and a yellow tank top, recognized her from the pictures with Peter.

“I am. It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Parker.” You said politely and shook her hand.

“Please.” She shook your hand. “Call me May.”

“May.” You repeated with a smile.

You turned around and saw Peter pulling out a chair for you, so you sat down while May finished preparing dinner. You offered to help, being the polite ass bitch that you were, but May insisted that you were the guest. A plate of “meatloaf” was soon placed in front of you and Peter. The term “meatloaf” is used very loosely. It looked more like an old shriveled brain. Peter made eye contact with you and winked.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” He whispered. He glanced at May, who was busy pouring the drinks, before leaning in closer and whispering, “it’s way worse.”

You playfully kicked Peter under the table and he giggled, quickly masking the sound with a drink of water.

“So, Y/N, where do you go to school?” May started the conversation. You took a bite of meatloaf, nearly died, and swallowed before answering.

“I’m actually taking a gap year before I start my junior year at Berkeley.” You told her. “And I work part time as a reporter.”

“That’s a very good school.” She complimented. “And I thought you looked familiar. I’ve seen your show on YouTube.”

“I haven’t.” Peter realized. “What’s it called?”

“The L/n Report.” You answered. “I started it my freshman year and it just kinda took off.”

“Oh. I’ve read some of yoru articles, but I haven’t seen the show.” Peter realized. “I can’t believe you do that. That’s really cool. You’re really cool.”

“Thank you.” You winked at him, not used to being praised for your work.

“Peter told me about your father.” May changed the subject. “I’m so sorry to hear that he passed. He left the apartment to you?”

“He did.” You nodded. “And it’s all right. We were estranged anyway.”

“It must be so different living alone in a city.” May sighed. “Did you dorm while at Berkeley?”

“No, I lived with my boyfriend.” You shook your head. Peter began choking on his water at the mention of a boyfriend and May shot him a look.

“Peter. Manners.” She said sternly.

“Boyfriend?” Was all he managed to say between coughs and sputters.

Oh great. Time for this conversation.

“Ex-boyfriend.” You corrected. “I got him demoted to traffic duty for two weeks and he wasn’t too happy about it.”

“He broke up with you over that?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “That’s gotta be the dumbest reason for a breakup I’ve ever heard.”

“May I ask how you got him demoted?” May wondered.

“Well, I’m an investigative reporter, and my ex, Andy, is a cop.” You began. “I looked at some classified files on his computer and used them against someone.”

“Carlton Drake, right?” She realized the story sounded familiar. “I read about that. Your exposé about him was everywhere.”

“Didn’t he die in his own rocket?” Peter asked you, fully invested in the story.

“Yea. I was there. Me and…my friend.” You caught yourself before almost mentioning Venom.

“Gosh I read that story forever ago.” May recalled. “It was all over the news here. I remember Peter ranting to me that this girl was straight out of high school and already taking down shady guys in San Francisco. You were obsessed with the article, remember Peter? I’m pretty sure you hung it up.”

Peter, you guessed it, turned bright red.

“I just thought you were cool. You know, taking down bad guys and all at such a young age. It really inspired me.” Peter explained. He suddenly looked panicked, like he said too much, and you wondered what it inspired him to do.

“Thank you Peter.” You smiled fondly. “How old are you anyway?”

“19. I’ll be 20 on August 10th.” He said proudly. “What about you?”

“He’s legal.” Venom whispered in your ear. You couldn’t even be mad at her, you were thinking the same thing.

“I’m 20.” You told him, and smile crept across his face.

“And this boyfriend, where is he now?” May asked. May wasn’t blind to what was happening between her nephew and this new neighbor and knew that’s what Peter was dying to ask.

“I would very much also like to know that.” Peter said, almost robotically. He leaned in closer and stared at you while he awaited the answer.

“He’s engaged, actually.” You said between sips of water, making Peter sigh in relief. “To a friend of mine. They’re getting married this summer.”

It was the first time you said those words out loud. You didn’t feel sad, like you thought you would. You didn’t really know how you felt. The smile that broke out on Peters face gave a clear indication on how he felt, though.

“That’s great. I mean, not great great. Great for him, I mean. It’s always good to move on. Wether it be with an old friend or a brand new one. Maybe it’s with someone you just met. You never know. Things just happen between the most random of people. Could be a stranger. Or, or, hear me out, it could be less of a stranger. Like a barista, or a mailman or a…a neighbor.” Peter stumbled over his words, the last part coming out very quietly. “I’m sorry that things didn’t work out though. Between you and him, I mean. ”

“Thanks.” You shrugged. “It was tough at first but, I’m okay now. He wasn’t the one.”

“When you do find the one, you’ll know. I knew almost immediately that Ben was the one. I saw him and my heart said “that’s the one you’ve been looking for” and I believed it.” May sighed wistfully. You could see her eyes glistening behind her glasses and did something rather bold. You put your hand on top of hers and squeezed. She gave off this loving motherly vibe that you had only seen in movies but never felt for yourself. May gave you the warmest smile and squeezed your hand back.

“That’s lovely May. Although, I always thought when you met the one, your heart wouldn’t say that it’s been looking for that person. I always thought it would say ‘welcome home’, or something like that. You know? Like, you’ve always known them. I don’t know though. Maybe I’ve just seen The Princess Bride one too many times.” You shrugged.

“Ah. That’s a classic in this household.” May recalled. “Peter would refuse to go to bed without watching it.”

“Because it’s a cinematic masterpiece.” Peter sassed. “You’re trying to embarrass me by pointing out that even as a child I had impeccable taste? Oh please.”

You laughed at his remark, making May noticed the smile that broke out on Peters face when he succeeded in making their new neighbor laugh.

May looked at you for a while with a content smile on her face before saying, “Yeah. I suppose you do have good taste.”

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whatifimgayyy · 4 years ago

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Are you up to an emoji rating? If yes, could you please rate the 😭 emoji? No pressure, take all the time you need :)

Omg yes??? Of course?? I love receiving stuff in my inbox!!!

So, here we go, "loudly crying face" emoji review!

Fun fact: as of March 2021, this is the most popular emoji on Twitter! It's a pretty accurate indication of how things are going, tbh.

Starting off strong, we have Apple with an iconic look! It's simple, it has good colors and excellent shadows. However, the more you look at it the more you get unsettled by the tears. They seem flat, they aren't shiny (and water usually is) and all in all just look like blue stripes.

8/10 Apple, I know you could've used more realism on the tears

Google takes a more dramatic take on the prompt, and I can respect it. The tears have highlights! That's amazing! It is cartoon-y yet a bit more organic than Apple, all in all it has more emotion and looks less flat.

10/10 I love this performance!

Love the way tears are rendered, however I'm not a fan of the shadows that are a bit too dark for. The mouth is also, perhaps, a bit small compared to the face. Overall tho, it's a great emoji.

8/10 the tears don't have much flow, but it's still good

Sir!! Sir there's a puddle of tears beneath you!!! Sir please!!!

Also. What is that mouth? I really don't like how it alings with the tears.

5/10 Microsoft come on.

Sir!! Please clean your tears!! You're basically swimming in them!!

Aside from the puddle of tears (that can't be comfortable to sit in), this emoji is great. The tears have a lot of definition, they have a realistic and organic flow, and the expression is good too.

8/10 almost perfect!

Mmmmmh. Aside from the lack of shadows, highlights or definition (which is typical of Twitter), the expression isn't too bad. But the puddle. It looks like it was made with a circle tool in MS paint!!!

6/10 most popular emoji, and for what? Come on, you can do better

Facebook tried to recreate what WhatsApp did...but it failed. I'm sorry, the tears look like plastic.

5/10 it's also lowkey distressing that the eyes are two black voids

The gradient! The highlights! The drama that's been expressed!! This emoji perfectly interpreted the prompt, it has a genuine look and the colors are simply perfect.

9.5/10 I'm still not a fan of the puddle, because it seems uncomfortable

Uhm. You did the bare minimum and colored this with, literally, a neon yellow highlight.

2/10 yea no thanks!

Why is this face orange? Why do the tears have definition but are still flat? Why does the mouth Do That?

1/10 it's a no from me

There's a limit of 10 images for each post, so I'll continue it in the next!

Thank you SO much for the ask!!

#emoji #emoji rating #emoji review #me #shitpost #meme #ask #crying

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hanamakkiss · 4 years ago

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Drive you home

Terushima Yuuji x reader

summary: Terushima sends a cute girl home from the bar

(mild) driving after drinking (pls don’t do this)

inspired by the song Crash my Car by COIN

You can crash my car tonight Go out wasting all my time and money I love the way you're breaking my heart And I can't stand to see you leaving lonely

I'll drive you home at the end of the night I'll drive you home at the end of the night

He noticed you immediately when he walked in. How could he not, when you were sitting there, in all your somber beauty. Oh how badly he wanted to sidle over and buy you a drink, make you smile- wait a second, somber?

The image of you right now strongly contradicted what he knew of you from the lectures you shared. You were normally bright and smiley, surrounded by your friends who all seemed to enjoy your company as much as you enjoy theirs. The few times he had eye-contact with you resulted in a smile from you that made his whole day.

Pushed along to an empty table, he couldn’t help glancing back at your lonely figure.

“Whatcha staring at, Teru?” Futamata nods in the direction he was facing.

He whips his head back, “I’m not staring at anyon-, thing” he catches his slip-up, barely.

Bobata turns,”Oh,” he nudges Terushima’s shoulder with a grin, “you mean the girl you’ve been crushing on all sophomore year?”

“I haven’t been crushing on anyone,” he huffs, “she’s just cute, is all.”

“Yea and she looks like she’s about to cry.” he freezes, trying to turn as discreetly as possible while his friends laugh at his expense. You’re looking even worse than before, with your face in your hands and chest rising and falling slowly.

He pushes away from the table, “Sorry guys, y’all mind if I just-” he tilts his head to your direction.

“Yea yea, we know the drill, loverboy needs to comfort his lady,” Bobata waves him off, smirking worse than before, “try to be nice to her tonight, she looks like she needs it.” he scowled in response.

“I’m not trying to get into her pants,” he says, to a round of laughter and more scowling on his end, “not tonight, anyway.” he muttered under his breath. He stuffs his hands into his pockets while walking over to you.

Schooling his face into a pleasant grin, he sits next to you at the bar. “Hey pretty girl, can I buy you a drink?”

You start, looking up in surprise, wondering how someone had the audacity to interrupt you while you were crying alone to hit on- Oh, it’s that cute boy from that lecture, sociology, was it? You can’t remember.

His smile widens at your silence, “It’s me, Terushima Yuuji, we share a lecture yea? Never had the pleasure of knowing your name.”

You continue to stare. Unfazed, he hits you with a “I know I’ve got a face blessed by the gods, but at the rate you’re staring, you’re gonna make me blush.”

Shocked (for the second time in 5 minutes) at his boldness, you couldn’t help but let out a short laugh. You heard about him being insufferable, but you hadn’t expected it to be this insufferable.

You think you see his eyes soften at your laughter, but it might have just been your imagination, you continue on and tell him your name.

“Hmm, a pretty name for a pretty girl,” he nods, as if praising your parents for the good foresight. You find yourself laughing (for the second time in 5 minutes) at his antics. His eyes sparkle at the sound (it must be a trick of the light.) He orders drinks for the both of you.

“To what pleasure do I owe this meeting?” you quiz him, a small smile playing on your lips.

He falters, looking slightly unsure of himself, “I... wanted to know why you looked so sad,” his eyes dart to the drink in your hand as the bartender hands you another. “and if I could make your night better.” the grin is back.

Once again, this cute blond boy, has rendered you speechless, and you briefly wonder if he was just trying to gain something from you in your vulnerable state. But the earnest look in his eyes that you think you see tells you otherwise. You take a chance.

Taking a deep breath, you begin. “My boy- ex-boyfriend just broke up with me,” looking down, you don’t see the way his composure lapses for a moment. Ah, he thinks, that explains the crying.

“He told me that he just,” your see your hands shake, “just didn’t care about me anymore, that I was too loud, too cheerful, too much,” even your breath was shaky now.

“I mean, I kind of knew it was coming, I just... didn’t expect him to be so cruel about it, you know?” you down your drink and reach for the one Terushima bought you. He nods in agreement, you don’t see the way his grip tightens on his glass.

“I don’t blame him, even though I know I should,” another sip, “but we’ve been together for so long, I kinda expected him to know to let me down gently, you know?” you feel like you’re just begging for validation now. Luckily, Terushima gives it to you.

“But I guess I should’ve known he wasn’t the type of guy to take my feelings into consideration,” you continue, “he always did prize logic over emotions,” your laugh this time is bitter.

A moment passes before Terushima tentatively places his hands on yours, gauging your reaction. When you didn’t push him off, he tightens his grip slightly. “I can’t really... help you much there,” you look up, “but what I can give you is a fun night to take your mind off it for a while?” he looks unsure, “Only if you want to, of course,” he rushes to add.

You take a moment to study him. His expression falters under your scrutiny. You remember the rumours you heard about him. About how he’s a heartbreaker and about all the girls he left crying in his wake. You compare those rumours to the unsure looking young adult in front of you, you compare it to the way his hands hold yours so delicately, and you compare it to the earnest look you see in his eyes again.

“Okay,” you take the chance.

His face splits into an impossible grin and the next few hours go by in a blur. He orders drink after drink for you and the two of you are talking wildly about the stupidest of theories. From fantasy soccer rules to which celebrities are actually aliens, you’re pretty sure the bar’s other patrons were getting annoyed. When you finally move on to dance at the bar’s dancing tiny area, everything is perfect.

You were having arguably one of the best nights of your life, but Terushima? Not so much. How could he when he knows that in your mind, it’s not him you’re seeing. Your eyes see through him, even as you’re dancing together, it’s not him you’re with. You’ve proven it multiple times by calling him the wrong name, at which he grimaces slightly but doesn’t correct you (this night wasn’t for him, anyway.) But when you look up at him and smile brightly, he thinks he wouldn’t mind getting called the wrong name for the rest of his life.

At the end of the night, you’re in his car, jamming out to tunes you barely know the words to while he drives to your apartment. He looks over at you and thinks what a stupid guy your ex was to dump you, and how lucky he was to have even experienced your love. Then he laughs when you bump your head on the dashboard.

He sends you up to your apartment door. He stuffs his hands into his pockets while watching you fumble to fit the key into your keyhole. You succeed, turning to give him a triumphant grin. He flashes you a thumbs up, half thinking about how this would probably be the last time he gets to talk to you. The academic year had just ended anyway, and the lecture module you shared was over. You two would probably not cross paths as often. Just as you were about to close the door and he turns to leave, you call out to him.

He’s a little ashamed of how fast he turned back, “yea?”

“Te-terushima, was it?” a nod, “do...do you wanna exchange numbers...?” your already red face deepens in shade.

He can’t help but smile through your ramblings about how it was presumptuous of you to even assume he wanted to keep in contact with you and cuts you off by handing you his phone, indicating you to do the same. You enter your number and call it, earning a surprise glance from him.

“Just in case I keyed in the wrong number, you know?” you grimace, “we had a lot of drinks,” but now that you think about it, you can’t seem to recall him ordering any drinks for himself...

He laughs at your realisation, “Don’t worry about it, you can always treat me a meal. So,” he pauses, “I’ll text you tomorrow...?” he lets the question hang in the air.

“Yea, that... that would be nice.” you wonder how much more you can flush.

You say your goodbyes and he turns to leave (once again).

“Oh!” he looks back, “um... thank you, for everything. Ihadagreattimetonightseeyouagain” you manage to sputter out before basically slamming the door in his face.

When Terushima drove home that night, he just knows that if Bobata saw his expression , he would’ve dubbed it “lovesick idiot”, and he really wouldn’t have minded.

Not when it was you he had in mind.

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