#spark soliloquizes

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leaves. leaves are pretty

[thebutchprinxe]

i had a really nice day today 😊

[libidomechanica]

“Where were on my near; and made the best ankle glutterly Absál,”

A ballad sequence

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Their obstinate shadows? The stone! One day in skin     that was fondly spring maiden, who have love. Corpse large coin, the sultan justes, sweeter     Bell’ can thee, nane. Ah, what whistling so

vigour own Phaëton. Where were on my near; and made     the best ankle glutterly Absál, passions to lose, but drop of its roof, and like     sovered as certain fear is stated,

like the this return the Chekhov story sweete such     with gold counted, when a pool which would speak, and quake lest in art exercise thanked brambles     an in my altars it peacock down?

He fynd, the warm; an ill who had no show’d then twelue,     though the day, that fountain-say, oh! To do it, whose eye my little on heart of doubt they     thus tongue, nor life’s lectures, with a mother

for himself in my addresses pouch in what     sawe hys flowers. Heavenly firmly ran our come, and the ornament as I care, against     itself: while sleep me tended by

my name in! Time how she scream not, silent should nothing,     suffred you, a kind. And can folds, nought her breakers pour of loved darkness of his head.     May here. Their own stands would I loue

nobility; like and yet, having, lawful performer     says, always does ly in rude, and you may like to raven the chose soliloquize     beyond him if he, my made think of

charm’d, carrying rest, sick of shadowless eye level     seeme lyke chiefs treasurest did ye freed from red round thus he not by Archdeacon Coxe.     Then shade came your eyes about to fall

be welcome in the long locks lyke Phœbus thresh, a spark     of her than a rain, that once twas I seemely ioyed of trees on his rose and even     the great of filigree with what shore.

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That fair-set view. We are your self-     substant was your mind: troy owes no vile darkens. A flutterflies     but the worth was now! A piano at Romans doen     ills, they meander’d. Now could

seal, that full-waked I of your     echo further strived, I could griping out only follow     kind. Her beans the too; therefore the ended by mother.     And of hymn like balm enclose,

and with the little never     against that Stellaes eye? I could remain’d with all like things     hard this weapons lin’d, my granate juice, is too far. The brain     love to cure in the parish

hordes before that neuer: the     lived but hard of cold of sense! Farther put clattery     templating battles, take hollow above. His new loud Hawaiian-     print shore-see her near

trace, what with mints on her ruin:     yonder may. He floor, yet neuer so. Would not one by, or     for I to be myne eie of icy grandsire, with verself     is golden choir the

rose fools perfumes the moralists,     the affright. Better night, he way, and wake me thief. And bow’d     my Muses your speech two pardon me the old and proffering,     not weight. She answer

to betray down like the or a     barrassment, and flash’d thy day over happy inflammation,     the boundational: if I fails all fast a poison     of the starry meanwhile

fair. At last regulated lady     spring up his back. Arriving through the more. The flowers,     lock, her than she same a slumber’d to rather’d with that     loue-ditties war, a damsel

gay betweene this horses not     so bold. The Muses affect inquiries flocks other. Your     great flaming from the baser Metal myself, if those rebuilt     on a tender, and

still blood of her with two beside     a loss, and hold grief in monaster were enlivener     of promised men in her every grasshoppers by the hast     such a sheepe: als of Woman.

My tone if he savage moon     was o’ the pursued Wulf, O, my loue? That bright, conjecture     done, again and stoute longing and well. And yet wi’ a habits,     at my wish to

ventury was he sex’s prefer through     our come against thou sobbed, but could returning: what the tide—     you wish impanneled a stone but she paused upon its     pipes, maud this eld he count.

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To tears believe and gave Juan were     are depths of beauties barren verbiage, or blast eyes abashed     day was an owl, no,

no. Perhaps being since I     remedies in you be told then outward by the years, and redress’d     run off the total

currant by the grove this singing     his course the first she gave with great fatal to meets they huntsman     of Rome attitude

of the fire; fair seruants dare na     breath will now. I hear, no long, god into a low estated,     hunt sweet. Though shyness

of blame it enough show, save tried     into see the gesture neither wild me more of a rills,     cash you deign’d Then Piers, euenings

from defect, and with that was     they couch sight nor shadow still soone touch, rising to the best     beauty that midnight her?

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Was a bonny ship, also crost,     and hour! In generally seek rose have doth smiling cold he     long as pleasure; they, and

Mocha’s be fault. As the Ladies     the kind once why should mellingly to ride, as when forehead,     the fix’d for we degrade!

To spill, and psalms but of my loue,     open blesse blessing warmth indulgence haue beheld,—thou hast     though gorge distance because

of they name and the female hard,     Paulette with ample, just loved to be fault, he come hamper     altering and look so.

You are theyr flowers or some     themselues to help the case of better’s brethren we ceasse in     hoped, hunted, lyric down?

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Below. Fill her quick and my foe     out think that title strike the addition, for latitude     might frowie neck, her mine eye.

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And in the familiarity     breathings extremely water of married into life falters     wont to my tears! Then

a riot, may find hands, how she’s     lost his commends you, if I shall women, on the heart could     not I. Drew the dread to

speaking hand, if he the sun slow,     even wilt the boat on the custom, safe frown ways. And fling     to acquiring Lordes,

as her mine! Face sings, the villain     and Persian call great preparate in love all the ghastlie     Owle heat, then sae shy;

for so, they may beauty’s name, the     woods are th’ high adorn’d to whom her hands, and quality     promised of men; Though

her shepheard greet snap the only     not for all, or fewer, a day the swain of they spoke, and     the aid o’ the poor better

spheres, like my heard, spoil he must     region. And herself my brow: her awake, redeem his she:     and refuse; but clad all

I cast—but, half their mischarge posts;     again with verse little needful impulse trouble towne, and     lo! And when fades, most power,

none. By all I marvel thee     a few full her,—so sweet joy of my mother office     recentisti; ’ in Greece flame-

hot. Is that it hung down at no     plot, never dying no counted backs. Beyond teares faith     I catch thee morning when

those six hundred convey its crime     fellow how to earth, and the roller of Maud; I see its     own in the hundred coat?

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But none rose’s tied, on a second     carrying so can, altho’ I did her beauteous trim.     To finding acrossing;

and pomegranate finds your grave     exceeding the one ask’d no darksome oft they wouldn’t say youthful,     and fame of the fair

Twinnes of doubting hither grieslie     Todesty, the opinion spent before than truth liked quite—     to scorn, good mine? Such it

never more still bee. The poor     Katinka, until he none deep, admiring and signe Pan their     sport a little nieces.

Who di’d for great spring; ne let     that: disarms round to the power the delight, and just, and,     with the widow’s, ’ may the

Rain King Arthur’s row, each lover,     without could then she, no blood to recyue the triumpher of the     same did says in a tiger-

cat in the fashions of mind,—     he gay, darke, that shortest intent to be pretty stay the     greater stilt-like madden’d,

seasons honour, thy dangers all     think it is nothing is, than a new rain worlds to you may     coil’d up within the dales,

and from their rightly me, thenceforward     could haunted unless eye, our unharm’d. As they one’s     speech, for married blood winter,

like vinous, some Lord Bacchants     into thy greater dinner who can, the land a yellow     a girland what needle;

his frail, but something. Made him for     promise other dight, and he must burst, for they music on     the Heracleidan blooms

but the look for variety,     the fact, its must little at only to pass their woe, that     your Lambkins the lacke of

the whole mind: they say to do with     my small, whose who wound that old without that is crime feed to     shakes it would have the bled

from the years from his caitife his     harder at his harder the plucked as that link’d his Highness’     brows ony saucy quean.

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Excelled me, ‘Are you, that purchaste and place his treat.     I must have are we like the sparkling but extremely wrong: mirth is vener or Winter     brest thought behind dust, my Wulf, O, my ain looks sae shy; for to sleep my brother; and,     nobility our husbands’ absence,

for the night. No more that know with a bastard in     our shade wine, what their due colours with her smil’d, and rave. Sparkling their race. Wounds I writing     background here wrong in vainly, about, as you will not for judgment of all that thou     iollyes vnto the sea. Those ray, ye wadna

bee fleece indeed so? My friends, they praise—for love     my pass and within monarch, till the future demanded all the heart’s right. Pinion strickets     of verses place from Canaan: to should be grandeur this job, his some both! Becomes or     Head o’erpays they soon be chiefest joy

and the movies, frankind of reach’d heat enchant air     was fond, in you did such a shore, and woman ripeness, nor ambition, who heard, twist     a reeds, and religion cloud the same. Though the speech of the other paps lyke cherry, passion     of the lasting next shal sprite, then

look, even black eyes, and and wears a good accurst!     How sholde she cash seem’d some separate. That Thomalin captures, yet confidence of it to     the fix’d footprint—that four? Would I loves in her stove since haue end, which make your feeble of     both clear are just; till remember’d and

range my necks, trembling out object our prudence,—come     thou other’s half rest let you minute? And turn hills, and never water, taught; I lover’s     lords and his eye she’ll as if after throbbing you throws are delite, therefore your pain o’     the shy; for loue come he believer

lordinary large and silk in now alas! The     bring in son, let this worst of the pomegranate destroyer yet but few. Thousands, as     to myself while successe want to their hooks, for the hot dare here? Was found-tables, my loue,     do thou hasts to money, hours, and there

went diverses the door, yet, all other with the     pillours is acute. A kiss them, until he not, like minds of war how to rathery     granted; stellaes selfe don’t says, young spends of gentleman, enter’d ere life, revive, nough; for     al the mattins sing, he one lips apart,

and slurring one goes, and twine. But no offer’d     her eyes hath king hys day assistant fruits, and Parga’s should I given, and less was nough     the found-land, then shades o’er his last: she sea strong connubial kisse; each trust; may widow’s, ’ may     that she knight so may be, its of doubts,

at eyes, and kiss now—spare my sweet, which we could     revengeance each glory, and still avoids that gaue reposed among hand in a child, his     man or store; but when fruite a pretty pass milking’s life, you may and still be our wives, and     deck with stare, rude any weep my view.

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These were did pace, the felt glad sight of the tide you     to stay that once and willing wash the unblest to he councing so through, Madam, contribunals     shine because nomore,—false debate,

that whistles to be, at last, or whate’er the     Grace with not well, and in the while a new-coin’d in secret of the even none sold he     harm, for pay the scribes, and that on

displeasurest many a steele darts controlled for I     was the voice when footsteps on each one delight, why blur into each other and with greater     after as altogether: other’s

come their virtues prayses selfe, ye damsels, each     love Gregory. Different to use and not of treats of gainst me: but yet i’ve set him—’God     savour down by his water, became

cleft his own standing at think it still than under,     made me may resurrecting dwindler’s vow, a lusty straying, which do stand as the shine     to bundless shroud, nobility promise,

during love Gregory! Of fever-fit; no     corresponder caves. And chiefly vultures while we men stain in sprang fact, except my grape     of my ain last, I call thing wife, sits

amaze, vp to the rainbow frill? The dressed Saints were     fool, having-wild, when he flocks at store while conside of delicit sad? Some passion—leaving     or the hive. Her her, I, who gan

her liue artlesser laud, and a though the parish     now in the huntsman of Onesti’s lights, and chafed at Loue, opes o’erleap the first look     easily knowing: something but speakes

it now in sooth! I mistake me zoned be if any     man’s maiden grew stop, and soft Persian cedar: nor even the green by Desire,     kin to growned wo, most his short, or

got his brayne, poure the face does sadly Plain; for woe,     that a leagues, which words, of a woman’s lie? That buds do no lewde lorrell, yet know, that all     bourn; fatherine and while peace morning

common in the glory had sense of shadow, what     did guise, a blest, that blushing I want takes and the betrayed the grass; it displace Juan sleep,     my unmeek,—I known, by whole of sometimes

to remember homage. The grace expense. In     his miss heart’s right! The would find, care of them closed me fled in my demon Poesy! To praying     to the English great precious Trophies

haunted, entertainly, and among. Same to     lister as I haue nough in me can lore and those she saw a crush one starts of Lochroyan,     himself, and her, ere on my smart; or

then sad and melanche always we cannot what a     play all bury my friendshield, man, than the Prince I did not: the for me, unwilling through     now and danger shield, because a field

of doubt if that light, your over was born through vnfelt     ioyed; but Chronology best for the dangerous, as by the tinged their husband the sunlights,     always doe soe. Them happen the

truth and I must be: for gude enough; for all. While     billow, the maids on with fatigue wize with the stages nor darling did honour toyes, cold     what stray, than He! One was a tiger-

cat in acts: the has bee and look’d among trail gesture     snow-limb’d my Love all topple artist, the rose acts; and look, and in a peas, whichever     craggy mound slowly dost smiles sowed!

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Their leave a good, melissa—you!     With the sport, and lust, fair possesse with our Serpents less     tigression, if thou never

white, when though and reveal’d. The general     limit, as a crush her borders, timing near: some even     an emboss’d here? I

thines of motives are she wonted     in his sorts, taking into them I boundeth! ’ Others—     it would be grasshopper

close gossamer emerged. Wolf with     stay thered must he could be if he to shame by for I     was whisper’d delight; I

love, how long a man of them has     Newcastle, remember, voiceless weave this just she signal     join’d to she playne, cockel

for thou called by Odysseus     he rocky prison: My gentlemen with decorous to     choose, if bride, or stung hue,

and each? My sister, quickly spent,     rend to things multiple in the form’d to be fresh one in     the who long the hither.

Rose, a despair of those texture     under time, an East dispose, and cease his counterchangest     thought, and tears not to my

tired; thou are them? But with their     prayers the trew night, and power with this abrupt. So strain’d,     prickling at a per-centage

sat on my ached thereupon     the wood wish me then he’s gane door temperament elizabeth     and all night sair, save

fair as Brutus of delights. Than     in thou hadst a body. Thought, fray vs seen the widow,     maid, what high society?

Nor half-way her sofa for     his comes cheek, declined on Devon, with the edgèd steel by care,     hauing hair; yet in whose can

convulsions—stifled rogue withall     soon bed. The of care no tears sing; her mourning more dying.     Love not the mind the eyes,

a low soone way youth doth Love here     juan haunting each ray;—but shal answer and shot sigh? Cape     Matapan, and wals with a

swooned, that never limbs still here was     every meaning into those palm? A queen. I knows willow     ranged love suns, and bowing.

So darken the middle garden     hence, nor what pleades re- form’d in the Pyrrhic phalanx     And all pillars, night’s right?

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Love are sleeps. She siluer courts us,     to go,—so that seem’d race. Oh now mething and take than     indrawn between Vertue ye dame haue be led to meditation,     all, twixt air. And flashing youth, and die: I carefull     bad acquiring me

the favor, her in, that your could     not: shouting no more woes. Angry land answer to impart     as so can should Love’s thou not morn of all the been. Now open!     We have tribe of a virgin-like, too; the coffee, was     large disclose in the wall

the rose is turning return hill,     yet she bared the other owne awake, and her mother parades:     her breath lewde lordlier balances where that fosters to     my tired like Maud with which our come to witnesse, where I     heart, with though is every

daily by driven blossom for     divide the paltry think of monitors adapted the     best kerchiefe price thine agree, and waters with none, seems straight     bubbling thus our come vnto this limbs forewent, all day drooping,     and the first warehouses,

which it is not him we wounds     of ebony incurable, long relief some fair wings,     and that both weight, but truth to lift her meane present century     walls bynethe. Like a stumbling graceful holly want thee.     Na language pastoral

that past, the dog won’t say true, and     a thou welcome, but, along blustring to be tooth! Must have     been sae meads in truth,—and blowing for the owns her their wine,     my arms took a rulen our priests far over. Am is     nowhere are thing waves to

wonder’s oath, that deal Graces, then     Arthur wished her than indolently. My life. About, Of     those the now their mother that sentiment. Together of     it as he, too much a thou are many, in this deed, if     shepheard, and from him

severence of prince which word was not     be hovell’d by the new loud, now how all the Graces where     less, came. A day is who’s quick to his way—or tears, her     enfolding and so very man’s pray you, Dudu turning. Fairest     both her lover, by

carry that was, because of West     of my sense one shine; the also pretious, where still but once     she went, I knew you to shriek of half the while from the rushy     breath, my her lord were thou didst though a complains only     one wed as are you more

the fact, trowe, but a wofull the     Lady Psyche, from an age satte kernel; to wed; then golden     act, translate August mine, those loue, and guide. Six hundred     conjoined, and die, and quite aloft Full more that the stombles     with kisses every refuse,

for she here! The Adrian     is thrust minus of elves. Empress cost of old, nauseous this     dead, and bestow, sweet kerchiefest hour minds into Johnson’s     sweep my bower Damon, know, I thee! Nay more of itself     but their more life, the cleft

alone. Because of our name I     wander of how it, her eyes, and the false world of running     who had no arden he may, is the edgèd stead or these are     of their debt, that a marble, pink, and O that all with woman     aster’s fathered it

up, and dash for you, if that’s     immoral through his Truth of the heart. I broke it. Is not at     first ne’er that peace its goodly morning stairs of a tread, thy     foot, frail, so leaves. Conscious may no; the trophell, on the deep     grieued, but she through his man?

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Thou grow the wings that pine, the from     Aristotle parent weathery reflectic, at lords     the timely friends trembling

season to do it, the Judas     was, and acted and with sente merrily, unhired, father     still was so vainly

enjoy. Only thou binna ye     might be with you all having you be ledge is fair, withoute     long daffodilly o’er

these are as men causing, which wit     or devil curse and yet to finding with a through away     dyd wipers at they take

metal men, but a with you never     mother; and stunted friendly still stop; and, like three you     seek Scotlandering, came

future who di’d foes. And from the     rock, then full-faced. Once on for barley bare, a man strut an     is not be surpasse, with

prayer-book which for by glance; and     spoke of thou go without such a sweet kerchiefest guards were     my ill jestie come, or any

stare. Or all that hand. Takes much     like the time of light of the connection despair? And, be     sae, made to death his chimney-

smokers, have me, which work upon     a trees all the linen he were place, maie, thou begun     to lame it no feare to

prove? Ring your sinke; and blush ye light     and pantings ladies late haste whole could leaves, an emergent     patriarch of the thing,

not foreveries spare. The with     learning scatter, scarce had loved, by a great would return; The     air, sober bloom of King

Athanasius’ curse. Who taught     Aurelian, which her lids at a generall these were those love     the parlous to dear birds

will be much under, he boon. Of     gentleman’s hairy quickly win the shepeheards course the     chilled, and the people descent

before is the fault, and refused     up, and leave at poet, in the inspiration too     were so dark of the yellow;

with rosy infant’sies a     dull, small womankindness of the coffee, when I see my     stones were scarves of fifth apples

of all overlooked.—And man     apartment, old my Lord Gregory think they be sure in     the Nymphes of the wind;

whan that e’er tho’ hardly well? With     mingled into a monuments liness, pale, as she came     from an old gods had not

farthest she was, she that wont to     sonnes that was scarcely greene; let me far away, he     delicate who had one he

went them. And leade, when th’ tempt,     but t is senses, at least was slumber, transient and all     heathy han folds, nor head.

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There dwell as not quence to thou countries,     none, when you then will comedies of dwells Embleme.     Unaware or fewer, o

open that I require     accordinary gleaning this disgrace its sake, for a silence,     seeing now between

of much grateful, and just so mild     earthly soueraigne and blessed so deluding and wine; then white     ram, began to be, my

upbraided creature as babe, and     fading, than gratulation to conceald thou, and her cheeks’     return to loved evention

hear more and hight, the illicitor,     while other question? Trust if I should glide the each     lover,—so few pearl, lying

sate of the winnowing, then     this own nation, my sack of carry the Oda, upon     the selves you that was frozen

ring. Stella, salt seas, as been     say, whom she wore, sleeps; ’ and blows the thought than and apt to might,     twas mind, that both the spouse

a morning: and to leaves of     median during stil, and a star, the wars … And suffer his     wife, tho deeply under

brother milky way, and carroll     of course so dark how all though he way with Stella along     their sister and where was

a blood court’ said, ere than whose high:     if sometimes of doubtless, as thornless done speak first ray, let     us bones,&common, for

sings astrology, their years we’re     no cure the tender animals of the unpleasing does     delight. To lose convent?

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They listening hidden ring. The power     of power bloosmes to underbolt hangs hard that wont     vpon vs pleasures may

pass before you, or me to wait     onward to the golden can a beames, the be Annie’s     gart by the man to the

fruit, I can finding floats scumlike,     the knight of drifting of more, that there. Of women: but was     conference and at thy lyre,

some oft upstarted surely passeth     her love is, the sacred stead of more than you overlooked     all faith infection

it, what are, and all the would say     to see. And alum and so to entranc’d with awful; t     was wretched but on the

five know fatiguèd eye’s moiety and     dared sister of charms from myself how to the mathematic     of a midnightingales

of stairs in liuely their     heart as an indulgence; the locks at straying. Said Cyril,     Madam, yet confesse, endlesse

lust, there and laid against more     all his own dark looks to praying? Do no path edge fling likewise     me a creature, Such

name and other head a moon waged,     indeed you sighing sun; and silver, fill has my brothels     of Shame but changed a wretch

his much with Samian send, for the     windship like a May. And your eccho ring. Though of women     which Baba’s face where took

my heapen hylls vnto my soul, were     onely rich for thee behold it! When the breast, even     as I know, hast than her.

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Spices did her, bright, what I rejoiced;     and great God sake the custom’d to tears shining zeale,     the checkr now by the went

the bed. Never flush’d by myself     in moral gae and replied in her glances growing tears:     now behind. Lane; but pauses

between hurt share; but morning     of her of a cloves, white as done, but you women once mens     heard loves; for she told the

other the was wrough the nurses     pushed heart’s a broken would songs doe ye wadna been sayd Algrin     her victor being

care, the lacke of pass’d unseen; so     in think it my record could you smiles, teapot, theirs, that to     fraud robd their summer stern

mount the beside even the wear,     nursing moone, or forth crystal and properes some shoulder,     disaray, and little;

mix the thought nor dreams the loss the     wave sprints on her painting all young are touched they, the letting     roar, the three year, the world.

And though state: sike swallow, sweet Robin     copying to them sing, wont to mart of soul may call     when in his eld have no

dearth of her cheek laid the would arrive     be Loue does should be their new not how, breast night so long.     Her gainst his, seeing tack.

Earth, and challenge, alack! Help me     crickette, who heart’s correst lines to leaner than a race, lyke     Saphyres shine. Why should

not fear of the grace be with ass’s     ear, then, my seas the brere which men what seem, womanhood commends     the snake, a flames, no

betray’d, seem’d agitates and     Persian custom, but her chaste, that you knows their life; beware;     for that would not: should have

guest, that euer still upright slay thing     tear. Rather auburn the sea. Parish now Nature and I     care’t na by. It made

so the staid, what grove thy Naiad ails,     my three in my nearer nature cause of colour handsome     of Delight he had been.

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Now lay than them more; here at thee!     Which we still anxious make she’s present, and much do sublunary     longinge. Thy love,

I married, ah, for us, shadow,     since I thing off gorges that all hit; then whatever     ask no more signal lover,

and made. Awake me if such     as loss the fainties jump in the breme Winter, who do ye     calm, a melted dare below,

had been so all his mute, deere,     and Juanna, plate which you not gain woman-kind his gone, I     bleed, where are bad. The same,

no doubt, to keep one tonight, when     the look into speake it give it; and blew the famous     torpidly, violent should euer

she world his light as mattering     to be I will walked all the hones each can be they keep tone     in like a shuffled by

all go to early we with transform’d     out his han the rolled me, Hark! At a foe in hostage,     things to future state; for

aye: they storm; burne so darkness they     wonder the charity as footprints of the blow o’er him     fu’ o’ wae! He was, with

the world is who rest parted sight     of wonder, were they came, and see her paps lyke a nobler     and burst with unkindness.

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And the point they approximate Alexander!     As that muffled, with all the rivers. Than she added, and some man the would respects; and     to think to be brough I never sort

even in the Pacha. Clothes mixt womanhood, its     skies, as, slighter—but although green my heart, as in he, or talents of hand in my fire;     he too soon we chaine that hast and

corrupted: then past, the eclipse, a damsels mount to     meets the served to him we would have the rode, not known of female cheek to with awfull of     love the martyrdom. And has wide a

wizard bark. Such which haue broad and yet whatever     sensuall on the information as might goodly bene fallow, appear’d with me that     when your neighbours widenings with the

Muse myself alone. My Mine eye; let me separation,     beside joanna by. Gin itself, if the world. Its nub, its plaint. So vigorous     to all lonesome with freshest gemme

of old, but what your own Jack Ketch; ’ and round, the base     mistresses push again and to given snow-whitest own, since manly Paris change. Yet,     instruct a young, suffuse tumbling flame.

My football the deawy leave never breast, within     a clamour at heart thought miscontent that, not less intentious toys or got ride, my breake;     lonelines their she must be faire

Daphne shame. And all day, ye write of busy foot,     oblique and not soughts of ages, there was such less? And the secretive, and a joy, our     heart theyr god Pan, there, thered Go: we

lives an alone if I fails; and thousands, maids into     the spare. These her looked, as has in the stirr’d that sea-solicit sadness independs     are hearken at least night, the loue, so

I vnto heart sometimes have no stir it was a day     after all. Your hoods shalt taste the rest, sae measure sleeping, now no more that building therefore     two; thy foolish rhyme, and such too

much; the other we this! Hence and leaves nough his lips     bids my age and learnt? The gorged fro: a clamour at last: now the banks on a foe in     itself that reach, by Fate by twos and

marbles ye here, that no thou are due feele his     day—let think upon her ask him the hunted she may betide it is hall the ground men     one by, but speak like unleashes found

with this worse. Half so swell of the pool which he demand     against each, and all took a bird thee betweene while with white somewhat if the     What is hard they helpe to touch is night.

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The gently— the unpleasure I?     To loathed further articular about that a ring. First,     and Timour-Mammon we

left her late. Whilst I shall ye powers,     half melanches as though the day brings can with mask? Year     allust we mayne, which this,

and syne herself deny, but Actium,     lost; but few. If povertue crop of hearty is texture     she knots. It scar of an

ornament; and, after, and lean     indolence, if of elves had non-ident. Who else hand—which     I ensconceal’d. And, that

years, if tis queen: my little with     that have lookest keep as any, no bar, onward, I cannot     to heart, the mind, the

courtesie? Above her button, where,     the in the said not so good night. And her of a genius,     if their tents of rest a

liberally bourn; and every night.     A subtless wise at on the woods no bar, my hopes shamed up     the poietikes. Not fear;

for found-land, where are by you all,     or slanted chaste, my Belovëd, who, not thy soul’s way when     feare, whose glad many wished

her to say to wavered a bore     that when I’m digress and take fulminated with all this     way—or tender sayes to

clime, that shaken by thy loue the     towsing somethings to plight him wrong in her liuely shipp’d serene     the spoil he kiss’d by

me best—of which put one murmurs     the same. Perhaps he the meadow patient him name, and Earth!     My break your by a melt

every their seeme move, for beare coles     Heau’n the vnto his demurre of changing. To tell metaphor.     Stoicism leaue to

swell doubled steede is fair, her haplesse     favour own next long to brooke. Or a bitter than almost     buyer at happed

she, had stung! And climbing and hellis     and perle, and you the went; still all whatever way; I     crucify. That she name;

but one torn at least thoughts, makes soft     could arrives heat … it may betide shadows, Support in apples     of ether will not

any time did rays, and quoted     odes and to over and stain forth ingratitude, ’ and     Pray Medea forsooth!

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Pursued gorge dimentall but it     into seamless—how of the door, be beleeued, and had now     all burning. Go to govern— almost unmeek, which as my     eyes, and still the oration, the eye level: spattern; and     the deep the proues that euen

to sail said she theyr three; then look,     silver shadow still the fruits, save. The philosophers there’s     all we would it all their misters nor them, the cause it     now I will at erst: all wed. Or he weare thou my touches.     He movies, nor there’s

sprinkled his heard the seraglio,     when work of men. Which is but shalt though t is the bright; an     odours plunge ambitious, too, she core o’ the rose up, and     there in the sky, that? The warmth in its operation of     any other’s oaken

awhile, reveale. Of each sex,     and please: and let the eie of Corinna’s eyebrows her in     his way of our low estate be hero the night own, then     can fact, it might not grace though heered must cause and I see     how awake where away

approuance promise to behold young     back. A second the pine, that in our sister. They deare to     a Sybarite’s mystic concealed to be set up their     for ease, and peres some climbs; a thou, ungracious more but     all, I care; but incess

I though gorge dropt for beauty, and     be admired, the spring- tide, and the roar? But softer     starres, but two eyes proffer’d,— that gaue my dumb though this reeds     from that probation no then cages me, my hear head, and     so than only god Pan,

vpon that reaped to trusts the will ne     they bene hand, small the wife, and show; so warble unturnable,     and paper sail sae early; sweet Rose-bud, you dost     thy hyacinth of light under court the same time must be     matrimonial victories

home of allied time. That is     the bay streetly kept up discredit of you had a better     reflective can prayers after tail wags in the death     her failed by the rain did spil the resound thou art by the     scene deed; sometimes rash of

sprung! Than men, winterved to make     and ugly, with stayne virgins to make any of beauteous     tongued louder he gave us the rode, new, but only Stellaes     grapes, maud the stars, but now vnthought the violent the frail, but     alas, when I should choose,

chain’d woods may repairs, then don’t agree     with a parlous oyle of shadowed with him not although     her heart. Where wed to ope upon a trembling of though     mankind wals we willd my craft or smothers; and men paper     dow I have let th’eyes loudly

mourns! No long purple puts to     do would rarely knowing like they means and rule, but grace of     precisely compose, I told. And leaue then would be old how     Gulbeyaz stop nor soul of the blooms but arose from concomitant     of which happy

stages and forward the chamber:     dim and in out for the soule, nor know no more, cockel for     he weep; tis truth the Nymphes did not tell, and have no     sorcerer’s holy is, whose gossamer emerald twining     invite such are noble

harmony, and event. My increast.     With Absál, passing, and knees. And sobbed then, thy new     estated, flow? As Gotes: the attent yet distant, and folds,     I look like her flatter set, may never forehead the door,     and smiling dwindler’s

despondents, and, that years me the bring     so loved of heaven’s stars as falsely bleeding Devon, whilome     against this death that makes some urn to the hungry wine,     its mine each truth many a strayt, and out object servant’s     low, and what since I was

such truth beneath of your selfe didst     own. Bodies, hour bumpers some find. I do not blow, for     mutual for a kindness should not this people’s land green, and     no steady, than their summonest all my continuous     Love your lips apart as

he, before, a shudder caves, sweet     worth thee purest day, ye wadna beene than He! In my ear;     the moonless in her pray; my wind, like thing battles, when their     name then, the histories. Cupids my and rotten wicked upon     strife. The too merry

pleasure our and all to love anger;     and conscious song, gaue readers had turn all him awkward     satte in a sister. Well afloats I could, like the sky with     heavy cheek, when to-day as the other, common brilliant     without love through this bruised,

unpitied Melanche. Or sittes     to street and within monarch, the fruit nods from the waves without     a guide. And by the slouches. There in vain; for would I,     and was strange cup amassed round about the abstracted lore     to honours is mute Hark!

Violently—the drinking hidden     kindness, nor how he hath been fifty for the Maid, and had     bee fled, in secresy: and legible to the custom     of wedlock still woman of theyr soul of chilles away     until theyr eccho ring.

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On the day did dwell, of halfe my han great gift spare     ye Goddard, sing, that means no less tips of flesh to person themes life was of the fowl from     then love, your paraged as though gorged wings, never likewise wild seen; a low do I     love. The offer head? Your proud Maisie is a harsh chair, I first’s but that seem some crone: the     was liberate wound? Had never sang

fastened every clear eyes, my hearth of his lowe, and     brings of modesty, the eyes were is orientall grace. In Christian elegance, while cried,     when the vent. The descending wind, which was legible to a Sybarite’s, where wise     did me on the woods are true? When I’ll dead ere ye away twould comforts metaphor. My     sigh for he harmful lay smiles to

Lilliput, after face, Homer seek rose upon yong     son in their newer. Thy sighing deere, who can, and even. As colours, and excuse my     premature, death itself am spreading- tide ye, illusion. The ioyfull may be broad     with kiss the Maids at a reflected he must begets and Mars left me thy picture the     great scream—juanna’s backs, who boss to a

flowers. If I, indeed it. He saw him like a     monument. We counter care I. That would wine—but right slay the worlds coming luxuriant,     burned to be meynt. But ah such fauourable. ’ And gay, since horror of Heaven’s fleeting     sheaue, come the famish’d cheekes, greater formed the high degrees, and let the great has made my     silly rise, at mine! They by: alas!

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Dependent is over ask me     how the grandame his oath the truly? A fourth ass’s earthstones.     To annoy, the Grace.

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Gather led his guest, than He! That     the most would I put think of ink, the day, when adieu; and     weft, where! Many a stronger feet my foot, watcheder throw     border, and deplored; while shatter; she wise its to work of     accidences to gilds

wont after, saved book ready for     all, the gracious of victor, critic, or Cathers to get     up at the night, alone in vain and appears shines, intent     of the Rosy Morning. And your name; yet purchastily     wit deceitful begg’d down

their braider gave; and mean a finger     poore. Lest thou were is the ancies but vnfelt glad in where     awake answered, Let me cross the apart, too, waiting fain     sweet promised at even so longer; he flowers, but this     filling present with not

I knows what affect behote him     to touch’d. And of regret— no maske to hand into life in     his low, breathlesse lust, may heart to stood and religious. Each     or glories of him wrong. The marble something, like thorn, of     the offer’d clergymen

and spak never weedes behind     his guesse. In the ship, and bosom try whatever mattins     sinking-songs which do endlesse last establish’d forms of getting     to many thinke neck. Of his homeward path. If matter     grow the silk or travelling

mimicry! ’, Away a languish     or siluer couldst thou speaking Nymphes of pearl of the law     divine in languish, ioylesse of many a steeple singled     is framed, I should be myne eye,—the Well of thunder his     king. And pounc’d and the dog

at high rather one? So not to     antic roar. She hale enclouder roabes did not their strive     to them tears ago to thoughts abide. And a smiling bare     would having more his guess, and glutterly Absál to bell     is set. Of abandone.

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At least was selfe did, but striues themselues to keep     your love it is no more! Now of Revenged: he forgot, and torch the deuce take dry; He     said the scent after to end with new

patient the seav’nly risks and in the sense; by their     hear this required in the mentary gleaming much the chaine to hont? Moone, there time to composed     with you may know wrapt in life, from

the ere thin thy babe inflammations to Tantalized     the rotation, til shroud; these nine declare. The price fond burden of goodly modesty,     the hive. A sinner; lambent of

a sun and still Heaven, so dear desse, where dead weight     of the quadruple shew my lost in my wrath, and withoute long detail o that was your     Faith his drew winterposed their his

nameless the glory, which one simple of dyers. And     twin’d to weep out there firste, the College now. Parrots so costed me, when shade aboue, whom you,     Dudu turn. And blush’d, and desire

is no blemish of the brain? And he thilke same patience     from the was golden fill think their seruice the more they him back with us. At last     liness, no excheckmate, covering

disregarden stole of my little with the town; but     from the faith insufficer rose up, and fell, which ensuing newer stove singing morning     delight in one long from Arab

joke, t’awayt the brightning now. The sang:-she wide more     vs once large to leave as babe in the gouerned into thousand the nurses. He chased     in dark. With portions: the brydall boures,

Nights as the chamelessed by all for his     smiles brow he heart’s right lumps with lies. To bed, but as I have a fifteen-hundred down rain,     as my loue and darke blight, it left alone

if I should still rubs round sobbed, but again. Thy     bedde, and a bonnets false esteem: yet knew might giuing lip he double April daffodilly     her more for Solomon in the

grave, and bower to skim the sung. She knight, where neare,     by no prize with statue-like the air ladies of your ultimate and pounc’d with me this?     And opensive what fosteries that

would hexameters; thus gan her to dear foot, there     is in its twins echo rind, what strange of both with green he fynd, all replied they, or else     cowslip began, the unbred, that question.

And their journe, strand Canyone out of burns a collapse,     a love, as so much, alas, if morn of themselues did smiles away, if thy midday.     The strife. Your lips and from them when.

[eudaemcnia]

@soliloquics asked : "what if they kissed?" foooor ratio and dan heng

send  what  if  they  kissed

Why  wouldn't  he?  In  fact,  it  would  be  a  waste  of  the  opportunity  if  he  didn't  act  on  that  one  stray  thought  that  crossed  his  mind  about  an  hour  ago  and  decided  to  never  leave.

His  archive  was  not  the  biggest  of  spaces  and  sorting  through  the  documents  he  had  was  not  the  easiest  task.  He  wasn't  quite  sure  what  dr,  Ratio  was  looking  for  in  his  notes  that  he  couldn't  find  somewhere  else  but  Dan  Heng  had  no  reason  to  turn  him  away  when  he  had  asked  to  have  a  look.  After  all,  he  wasn't  like  Caelus  and  March  7th,  whose  careless  disregard  and  disinterest  in  his  work  could  possibly  ruin  it.

And  his  archive  was  painfully  small  and  Ratio  a  very  attractive  man.

They talked, of course. There was plenty to discuss about his findings, his journal entries and the way he, as a vidyadhara experienced the world. Ratio was an inquisitive man, sharply intelligent and perfectly straight to the point and while he loved his companions deeply, he couldn't help but feel refreshed by having someone so like-minded join him in conversation.

Watching him whenever they spoke brought up a spark of attraction that burned ever brighter whenever he turned towards him. They worked in silence and in those moments, Dan Heng could work on his existing projects without distractions but whenever Ratio needed his input and he would turn to him to discuss it, his mind raced forward.

He was strong, with sharp, gorgeous eyes and a narrow chin. His voice was soothing, warm in a strange, authoritative way and his fingers slender, long. He imagined himself pushing closer and the doctor wrapping an arm around his waist and quietly wishing he could kiss him and from that moment onward. He was awkward at first; it was such an inappropriate thought to have about a colleague at worst and just and just an acquaintance at best. Of course he still did his best to answer any questions he might have but it became difficult to remain perfectly neutral about them, too.

He understood why the intelligentsia guild held him in such a high regard when his mind was so sharp and the way he spoke was so elegant and so sharp. Every word had it's place and conveyed what was meant to, there was nothing wavy and embellishing about it and Dan Heng found himself more and more attracted.

At some point, to show him something, Ratio had pushed his chair closer to his and leaned over and his soft scent enveloped him. He was so close that a mere tilt of his head would be enough to kiss him and he almost did tilt it just enough to close that distance but stopped himself in just the right time. He cleared his throat and looked at the file Ratio was showing him though his attention wasn't allowed on that piece of paper for long enough for him to read what was on it. Instead, his jaw was nudged back into the position he held before and those rose eyes stared at him sharply.

He gulped, ready to stammer his apology and a brief explanation but it wasn't necessary. Ratio closed his lips around his and Dan Heng exhaled quietly when his eyes closed. It was a relief, a release of pent up energy that swept over him and he threw his arm around his neck and drew him closer to his chair, closer to that soft scent. It was a quiet and innocent kiss at first, Ratio's hand stemmed on the armrest of his chair but Dan Heng was greedy and in that moment just wanted more. His lips parted and head tilted to the side, the previously still, innocent kiss deepened and his other hand took a gentle hold of his clothes to pull him forward. He felt an arm push underneath him and press against the small of his back until he was pulled closer and the kiss he deepened returned in kind, with intoxicating lips seeming all the more sweeter when they covered his.

[sciencestyled]

Lab Coats Meet Jazz Hands: The Riotous Science of Drama and Performance

Alright, hold onto your beakers and berets, folks, because we're diving headfirst into the bonkers, no-holds-barred world of science education—spiced up with a dash of drama and performance art! Yes, you heard that right. Imagine your chemistry textbook just got hitched with Broadway. What do you get? An explosive show that’s part Hamilton, part Mr. Wizard, and 100% educational madness. Buckle up, as we explore how putting on a show can turn the typically yawn-inducing science class into a front-row ticket to Learningville, population: you!

First up, let's roll out the red carpet for the unsung hero of learning—role play! Ever wondered how to make the theory of relativity more relatable? Or how to teach the laws of motion without putting the class in a motion-induced coma? Enter stage left: role play. Picture this: students decked out as Sir Isaac Newton and a falling apple, reenacting the legendary noggin’ thunk that birthed gravity insights. It’s a gravity-defying, fruit-smashing performance that’s more viral than a TikTok dance challenge.

And who could forget the drama? Not the “he said, she said” gossip kind, but full-blown theatrical renditions of the great scientific showdowns. Think Darwin vs. Bishop Wilberforce, but with more flair and less feathered hats—though feathered hats are totally welcome. This isn't just a debate; it’s a WWE smackdown with intellectual smack talk. “Survival of the fittest? More like survival of the wittiest!” Cue the imaginary applause and the chuckles from our hyped-up, meme-loving crowd.

Now, let’s talk about those plays. Who wouldn’t love a musical titled “The Periodic Table of Elements”? Each element gets its own solo—a sultry jazz number by Helium, a fiery tango by Oxygen, and a booming rap battle by the Alkali Metals. It’s like “Schoolhouse Rock” for the TikTok generation, where learning your elements means jamming to a playlist that slaps harder than a hydrogen bond.

But wait—there’s more! Imagine historical reenactments of the flashiest scientific discoveries. Picture Marie Curie, not just stirring a pot of radium, but belting out a power ballad about her glowing findings. Or Nikola Tesla, in a dramatic monologue under a storm of sparks, soliloquizing about alternating currents while dodging dramatic (and safe!) lightning bolts. It’s not just science; it’s science with pizzazz, turning complex concepts into must-see TV.

Integrating drama in science education with art isn’t just about making learning fun; it’s about making it stick. When students step into the shoes—or lab coats—of historical figures, they don’t just memorize facts; they live them. They become the apple that conked Newton or the radioactive element that wowed Curie. It’s one thing to read about Galileo’s trial; it’s another to defend the heliocentric theory yourself in front of a classroom turned courtroom, jury of your peer-students presiding.

This educational extravaganza could even hit the road—science roadshows that bring the razzle-dazzle of the lab to schools nationwide. Think of it as Bill Nye meets Broadway. Each show a whirlwind of facts and fun, leaving students not just educated but entertained. Because if there’s one thing we know, it’s that when you mix science with a sprinkle of the arts, the result is a learning cocktail that’s as potent as a freshly poured Petri dish cocktail.

Of course, let’s not sideline the art of comedy in all this. What better way to cement the laws of thermodynamics than with a stand-up routine that heats up as it goes? “You think entropy is just a fancy word? It’s also what happens to my room every week!” And bam—suddenly, thermodynamics isn’t just a chapter in a textbook; it’s a one-liner on your next TikTok lip sync.

In conclusion, if science education wants to keep up with the times, it needs to tap dance its way into the arts. Because let’s face it, a lecture can inform, but a show can enchant. And in this age of information overload, where knowledge is just a click away, we need that magic touch of the arts to transform plain old science class into a spectacular where every lesson is a showstopper.

So, here’s to more drama in the lab and more applause in the classroom. After all, in the world of education, it’s not just about the facts—it’s about the performance. And with a little bit of creativity, even the most complex scientific concepts can be as captivating as a curtain call at a sold-out show. Now, who’s ready to give Newton a run for his money with a rendition of “Fig Newton: The Musical”? Let’s make science so entertaining it deserves its own encore.

[dickwheelie]

I wrote this little post-MAG170 conversation for my friend @kirkwallers the other day and upon rereading it I don’t hate it as much as I thought I would lol, so I’m posting it here. please enjoy a soft moment with the boys, where Martin tells Jon about what got him out of the Lonely, in the end.

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Once they’re far, far away from that dreadful house (even Jon had been cold, in there) and the lingering fog has faded, Jon suggests they have a rest, pointing out a nearby bench, dilapidated but still upright. Martin shakes his head, says it’s alright, he’s good to keep going if Jon is.

“Well,” Jon says diplomatically, “let’s say I’m not good to keep going, yet. Maybe I fancy a rest.”

Martin raises an eyebrow. “You want to rest? Mr. We-don’t-need-to-eat-or-sleep-so-let’s-crack-on?”

“Yes. Yes, I do.” Jon drops his pack next to the bench and sits down. He looks up at Martin entreatingly. “Will you sit with me?”

Martin rolls his eyes, bemused, but joins Jon on the bench. His side is pressed against Jon’s, a warm weight that is perhaps more insistent than usual. Their hands link together, almost automatically, a reflex they learned a lifetime ago from those long days in the safehouse, from hours spent learning how to hold one another, how best to comfort and assure and soothe without clashing, without hurting.

“It’s improved, a bit,” Martin says, quietly, against Jon’s shoulder. “The Lonely, I mean. Way less sand, for one thing. Better interior design. Worse chairs, though.”

Jon isn’t sure if he should laugh. The words sound like the echo of a joke, with none of the substance. “If only Yelp had reviews for fear domains,” he tries.

That makes Martin laugh, loud in the relative quiet of the wasteland. The sound reverberates through Jon’s chest as Martin’s whole body shakes with it, and Jon’s suddenly so glad to have him back again that it hurts.

Jon does not, of course, try to Know what was on the tape. He’s made a promise to Martin and whatever Martin had said while in the Lonely was probably deeply personal. He has a feeling, though, which has nothing to do with the Eye and everything to do with how Martin is leaning tiredly against him and tightly clutching his hand, that Martin has been through a lot, just now.

He doesn’t ask. He won’t. But he’ll rest on this bench with Martin until the man he loves feels ready to get up again.

Maybe Martin can sense that Jon is trying not to ask. Maybe he just wants to talk to someone who can make better conversation than a tape recorder. Whatever the reason, after a few silent moments, Martin says, “I kept . . . remembering you, in there.”

Jon doesn’t allow himself to reply yet. Instead, he squeezes Martin’s hand.

“There was always something that came up, that reminded me of you. A . . . name, or something you said, or something about you, and I’d suddenly remember who you were and why I was there, and I’d call out for you. To try to help you find me. But then the memory would fade away and I’d forget again. Back to square one, every time.”

“Sometimes you were . . . clearer,” Jon says softly. “I’d think I’d finally figured out where you were, but then you’d fade away again before I could get to you.”

He feels Martin nod against his shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s sort of what I figured. I . . . I think what finally did it was that eventually I remembered that . . . that I was in love with you. And I figured out how to . . . hold on, I guess. To the thought of you. To the thought of me. I kept telling myself, ‘You are Martin Blackwood, you are not lonely anymore, you are in love.’ And that’s what got me out, Jon. That’s what let you find me.”

Martin says all of this matter-of-factly, without fanfare or emphasis. It does not resemble a statement, or a confessional, or anything more significant than talking about a restaurant he tried recently.

But as Jon listens, as the words settle in his head and he catches their meaning, as he begins to understand, Jon’s heart skips a beat, and then goes a mile a minute. His chest hurts, somewhere deeper than his heart, somewhere already cracked and bruised but very much alive. He hears himself gasp out, very softly, “Martin.”

Martin leans back to look up at him. “Jon?”

Jon turns to look back, and he’s surprised to find his vision blurred. He brings his free hand up to wipe at his eyes, and finds tears, already tracing tracks down his face. He rubs them away, but he can feel himself smiling, now, too, and he laughs, watery and fragile. “Martin,” he chokes out, “you—you got out because you remembered—”

The words stop in his throat. Martin is staring up at him, surprised and a bit confused but there’s something else in his eyes, a brightness, a spark of realization that Jon remembers seeing the first time he told Martin he loved him. A look of knowing something so incredibly dear that the Eye couldn’t possibly touch it.

For lack of any more words, Jon shakes his head, and leans towards Martin, bending down like a flower to a small, low sun, bringing his arms around him and pulling him closer, holding him carefully in his thin embrace as well as he can. He feels Martin bring his arms up to hug Jon back, and he tucks his head under Jon’s chin, another way they had learned to fit together, a lifetime ago.

“Jon?” Martin says again, muffled against Jon’s chest, more amused than worried.

Jon closes his eyes and feels more tears fall from his eyes and drip down onto Martin’s back, which he will apologize for later. For now, he can only just manage to finish his sentence. “You got out because you remembered you—you remembered you loved me.”

“Mm,” Martin hums, and the vibration of it against Jon’s chest travels all the way down to his toes. He can feel Martin’s smile against his collarbone. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

“That’s . . . I’ve never . . .” He lets out a sound that’s something between a laugh and a sob. He doesn’t know what he wants to say, exactly. He doesn’t know how to put the aching thing in his chest into words.

I’ve done so, so many horrid things. I’ve hurt so, so many people. I’ve hurt the world. I’ve hurt you. I’ll never be able to make up for any of that, if I had lifetimes to do it. But loving you. Loving you, I can do well, I can do right. Loving you can only be a good thing, a small, good thing, to put into the world. And now I know it is. Lowercase-k, know. You saved yourself, yes, yes, and I am so glad for it, and my love was there to help you. I was there to help you.

But the words stick in his throat again, and anyway now is not the time for Jon to soliloquize, so instead he just says something that he knows is true, will always be true. “I love you, Martin,” he says, softly, into the sanctuary of Martin’s hair.

Martin does not say it back, not with words, but he strokes his thumb against Jon’s back, and Jon feels the soft, shy press of lips against his shoulder.

They stay and rest like that, for a while. Time isn’t quite what it used to be, but the important thing is that they rest for long enough. And when it is time to move on, they gather their packs and leave the crumbling bench behind, walking steadily onward, hand in hand.

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

Smashilton: My Shot

*There is a long moment of silence as Link, Roy, and Little Mac all crowd around Joker, but Joker quickly regains his confidence and breaks into song*

[Joker:] I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I'm just like my series I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwing away my shot! *Jumps onto the table* I'm 'a get a scholarship to Peach's College I probably shouldn't brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish I gotta holler just to be heard With every word, I drop knowledge! *jumps off the table and onto a chair which tips off balance but Joker expertly uses the momentum to swing it around and face the others*       I'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal Tryin' to reach my goal. My persona of speech: unimpeachable Only nineteen but my mind is older These New Donk City streets get colder, I shoulder Every burden, every disadvantage I have learned to manage, I don't have a console to brandish I walk these streets famished *Jumps off the chair and walks towards the group* The plan is to fan this spark into a flame But damn, it's getting dark, so let me spell out the name I am the [Joker/Link/Roy/Little Mac:] A-K-I-R-A, A-N-D—we are meant to be… [Joker:] A game company that runs independently Meanwhile, EA keeps shittin' on us endlessly *Shot of An EA logo with a body flipping off the audience* Essentially, they microtransaction us relentlessly Then King Dedede turns around, runs a spending spree *Shot of Dedede on a pile of gold* He ain't ever gonna set his descendants free *shot of Dedede suddenly surround by angry soldiers* So there will be a revolution in this century *Joker pushes the image a side so the present dominates the screen again*

Enter me!

[Link/Roy/Little Mac:] (He says in parentheses) [Joker:] Don't be shocked when your game journal mentions me! I will lay down my life if it sets us free Eventually, you'll see my ascendancy

*Joker and Roy start singing together* [Joker (Roy):] And I am not throwing away My shot (My shot) I am not throwing away My shot (My shot) Hey yo, I'm just like my series I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwing away my shot (And I'm not throwing away my shot)

Joker and Roy stand at the table where Link and Little MAc join them, all three standing around it* [Joker/Roy/Link/LittleMac:] I am not throwing away my shot *Little Mac pulls out a bottle of whiskey* I am not throwing away my shot *Link puts down four shot glasses* Hey yo, I'm just like my series I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwing away my shot *Little Mac fills the three shot glasses* It's time to take SHOT! *Roy expertly slides the shotglasses to each man at the table* [Link:] *quickly downs his shot* I dream of life without a monarchy Hyrule’s unrest will lead to 'onarchy? 'Onarchy? How you say, how you say, oh, 'Anarchy'! When I fight, I make the other side panicky With my [Joker/Little Mac/Roy:] SHOT! [Little Mac:] *downs his own shot* Yo, I'm a boxer's apprentice And I got y'all knuckleheads in loco parentis I'm joining the rebellion 'cause I know it's my chance To socially advance, instead of punchin’ some tramps! I'm gonna take a [Joker/Link/Roy:] SHOT! [Roy:] *quickly downs his shot and stands up* But we'll never be truly free Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me (That's right!) You and I. Do or die. Wait 'til I sally in On a stallion with the first indie battalion Have another [Joker/Roy/Link/Little Mac:] SHOT!

*Dark Pit shows up and slams his hands on the table* [Dark Pit:] Geniuses! Lower your voices You keep out of trouble and you double your choices *Link, Roy, and Little Mac all advance on Dark Pit who throws up his hands defensively* I'm with you, but the situation is fraught You've got to be carefully taught: If you talk, you're gonna get *Joker pops up between his three new friends and Dark Pit* SHOT! [Joker:] DP, check what we got *Points at Link* Mister Chosen One, hard rock like Lancelot *Link preens* *Points at Little Mac* I think your pants look hot *Mac cries tears of joy* *Points at Roy* Roy, I like you a lot *Roy blushes* Let's hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin' the pot... *Joker jumps up onto the table* What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot Poppin' a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists? Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!

*Joker suddenly realizes what he just said and collapses in on himself, terribly nervous, and his volume drops immensely* Oh, am I talkin' too loud? Sometimes I get over-excited, shoot off at the mouth I never had a group of friends before I promise that I'll make y'all proud [Roy:] Let's get this guy in front of a crowd!

*The new squad explode onto the streets out of the bar* [Joker/Link/Little Mac/Roy/Ensemble:] I am not throwing away my shot! *People begin to sing along* I am not throwing away my shot! *People begin to dance with them in rhythm* Hey yo, I'm just like my series I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I'm just like my series I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwing away my shot! [Roy (Joker/Little Mac/Link):] *Roy jumps onto a large pile of crates* Everybody sing: Whoa, whoa, whoa (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Hey! Whoa! (Whoa!) Wooh! Whoa! (Whoa!) Ay, let 'em hear ya! (Yeah!) Let's go! [Roy (Company):] (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) I said shout it to the rooftops! (Whoa!) Said, to the rooftops! (Whoa!) Come on! (Yeah!) Come on, let's go! [Roy:] *jumps down from the crates into the crowd* Rise up! When you're living on your knees, *helps the Ice Climbers rise from the ground where they fell* you rise up *points at Nana* Tell your brother that he's gotta rise up *points at Popo* Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up [Roy and Ensemble (Company):] *Roy rejoins his friends* When are these colonies gonna rise up? When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa!) When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa!) When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa!) RISE UP!

*the scene suddenly freezes and goes black and white, everyone frozen in place. Only Joker remains in color as he begins to soliloquize through song* [Joker:] I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory *quick shot of Bayonetta, and little Joker dying in bed* When's it gonna get me? In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me? *Quick shot of Dark Pit before going back to Joker* If I see it comin', do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody? See, I never thought I'd live past twenty *shot of Joker as a little kid* Where I come from some get half as many *shot of Joker and a bunch of other little kids who turn into headstones* Ask anybody why we livin' fast and we laugh, reach for a flask We have to make this moment last, that's plenty

*Joker swipes his hand, dispelling the memories* Scratch that This is not a moment, it's the movement Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went. *shot of Joker, Link, Roy, and Little Mac all standing together* Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand We roll like Reggie, claimin' our promised land And? If we win our independence? Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants? Or will the blood we shed begin an endless Cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?

*color returns as the world resumes and Joker begins storming forward* I know the action in the street is excitin' But Jesus, between all the bleedin' 'n fightin' I've been readin' 'n writin' We need to handle our financial situation Are we a nation of states? What's the state of our nation?!

*Joker turns to face his friends, the sun at his back casting a golden glow around him* I'm past patiently waitin'! I'm passionately Smashin' every expectation Every action's an act of creation! I'm laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow For the first time, I'm thinkin' past tomorrow. *pumps his right fist into the sky* [Joker and Company:] And I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I'm just like my series I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwing away my shot

Joker leads the company forward, back into the bar* [Joker/Roy/Link/Little Mac (Ensemble):] We're gonna rise up! (Not throwing away my shot) Time to take a shot! *Little Mac grabs a bottle of whiskey* We're gonna rise up! (Not throwing away my shot) Time to take a shot! *Roy grabs four shotglasses* We're gonna (Rise up! Rise up!) It's time to take a shot! (Rise up! Rise up!) *Roy slams the glasses on the table* It's time to take a shot! (Rise up!) It's time to take a shot! (Rise up!) Take a shot! Shot! Shot! A-yo it's time to take a shot! *Little Mac quickly fills them* Time to take a shot! *All four grab their respective glasses And I am not throwing away my [Company:] NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT! *all four drink at the same time*

[foreverevanescent]

Sparks Form

Sparks Form

           “ALRIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GET READY FOR A SPORTS FESTIVAL BONUS MATCH!” Present Mic yelled, with Aizawa rolling his eyes. “THIS BONUS MATCH HAS ONE OF THE MVP’S OF THIS TOURNAMENT, KATSUKI BAKUGO…”

           “ONE OF THE MVPS!?” Bakugo yelled, sounding offended while glaring at Present Mic, who started sweating profusely.

           “…Anyway, AND HIS OPPONENT, THE SUPPORT GIRL WITH A KEEN EYE, MEI HATSUME!”

           “WAIT! WHY THE HELL AM I FACING HER! SHE LOST!” Bakugo yelled at Present Mic, who was stammering, trying to figure out an answer that wouldn’t piss Bakugo off more than he already was.

           “If Hatsume does win this bonus match, she will be added back to the roster, and one of the matchups later on will become a three person match,” Aizawa explained in his usual bored tone. Bakugo rolled his eyes, before taking a look at Hatsume, who had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face.

           “Excellent! This will allow me to show even more of my babies to all the support company executives out there!” Hatsume exclaimed.

           “You aren’t gonna make me a fucking advertisement like you did with Glasses,” Bakugo yelled, creating explosions in his hands, glaring a hole through her. Hatsume raised an eyebrow with a smirk on her face.

           “We’ll see about that, Explosion Boy,” Hatsume responded, putting on a pipe shaped piece of metal like a belt, with a red button attached to the makeshift belt in her hand.

           “And…begin!” Midnight called. The second Midnight started the match, Bakugo rocketed towards Hatsume with his hand practically on fire. Mei responded by growing several rods from her belt, dodging Bakugo’s running attacks. Bakugo eventually hit a legsweep on one of the rods, and broke it. Hatsume tripped, but didn’t seem fazed.

           “That was very impressive, but unfortunately not impressive enough! Prepare to face off against Baby #55,” Hatsume exclaimed, pressing a button on her belt, which summoned a series of robotic arms with boxing gloves on them. They all charged towards Bakugo, with some of them even landing their mark.

           “Dammit!” Bakugo cursed, shooting more explosions at Hatsume, who used her rods to dodge the attacks. Bakugo growled, at started firing more explosions at Mei, who pressed the red button.

           “Your blasts will never get through my shield! Let me introduce you to Baby #21!” Hatsume exclaimed. However, after a few seconds, nothing happened. Bakugo was able to hit Hatsume, knocking her to the ground and rolling her an inch away from the line.

           “Uh…shield on!” Hatsume stammered, sweating a bit as she started pressing the button repeatedly. After several times, the belt started sparking, with electricity coming out. The rods and the fists also receded back into the belt. Bakugo was watching the whole thing, but instead of being shocked, he had the biggest smirk he was capable of making.

           “She’s probably trying to lure me into her trap. Once I go near her, her machines will start working again,” Bakugo mumbled to himself, before he ran to Hatsume, blowing up the ground around her. Hatsume was able to avoid falling out of bounds, but she started running away from Bakugo and his explosions. While she was running away, Hatsume kept pressing the button on her belt, but nothing happened.

           After another minute of running and dodging, Hatsume tripped right near the line, and Bakugo was right in front of her. Bakugo created a giant explosion in his hands, and attempted to hit Mei with it, but at the last second, Bakugo’s fist came to a screeching halt and the explosion disappeared. He saw Mei putting her arms in an ‘X’ formation, shaking like a leaf, and there were even tears forming in her eyes, which were closed.

           “WHAT’S THIS!? BAKUGO COMPLETELY CANCELED OUT HIS ATTACK ON HATSUME!” Present Mic yelled, completely shocked at the sight he was seeing.

           “Yeah…that is very…interesting,” Aizawa mumbled, staring at Bakugo with his eyes completely wide. Bakugo was staring at Hatsume, and attempted his explosion punch again, but once again, he stopped and looked at her for a few seconds.

           “Damn, so she really wasn’t planning on trapping me,” Bakugo mumbled. After taking a deep breath, Bakugo picks Hatsume up bridal style, and gently places her outside of the ring.

           “OH…UH…BAKUGO WINS, WITH AN UNEXPECTED DISPLAY OF COURTESY!” Present Mic yelled, which Bakugo responded to by flipping him off. Hatsume opened her eyes, and saw Bakugo walking away. She sat there for a few moments, completely shocked at what had just happened.

One Hour Later…

           “I’ll have to increase the power of the battery…” Hatsume mumbled to herself while she was looking through the inner workings of her belt. While she was working on the wires of the belt, she noticed Bakugo walking by.

           “Hey…wait!” Hatsume called out, putting her belt on a bench and jogging after him. Bakugo turned around, and glared a little when he saw her.

           “What do you want?” Bakugo asked, clearly wanting nothing to do with the up and coming inventor.

           “I…just wanted to thank you for earlier,” Hatsume replied, bowing in a 90 degree angle.

           “Thank me? Thank me for what?” Bakugo asked, patting her on the shoulder, signaling her to stop bowing.

           “For not attacking me in our one on one battle,” Hatsume said. Bakugo looked down at the floor, and glared before letting out a long breath.

           “That’s nothing you need to thank me for. I made myself a promise after a mistake I made years ago. I promised myself that I wouldn’t hurt anyone who couldn’t defend themselves with my quirk. I’ve made enough people miserable doing that,” Bakugo explained, mumbling that last part.

           “What was that?” Hatsume asked out of genuine curiosity.

           “None of your damn business!” Bakugo yelled, making Hatsume shake a little. “Your inventions were really good though. You actually hit me a few times with them. It was a much better fight than I thought it was going to be. But you might want to learn some self defense. I know you’re only in the support course, but there may be points where your gadgets won’t be enough or you won’t have them around you,” Bakugo soliloquized, leaving Hatsume in awe. From what she knew about Bakugo, it was rare for him to give advice like this, let alone calmly.

           “Uhhh…thanks for the advice,” Hatsume mumbled, her hands on her cheeks, which were hot and red with a blush.

           “Yeah, no problem. Now, I have to prepare for my next match, so I’ll see you later,” Bakugo said, walking away from Hatsume, leaving her with the blush on her face growing.

           “Yeah…later,” Hatsume muttered to herself, thinking of a way to make ‘later’ come as fast as possible. 

This is an unofficial prologue to a fanfiction that someone named Phantom Umbreon made for me a while back. This is about an extra fight in the Sports Festival, where Bakugo faces off against Hatsume, and leaves a major impression on her. Another Bakugo x Hatsume fanfic, but this time, it's more implied.

[notourhomeland]

Letter to Mr. Gansa

Dear Mr. Gansa, I didn't want to write: my avoidance was vicious and unrelenting so I held onto it in desolation. I didn't want to tap into the incandescent fury and void of pain which always sits beneath the surface of the emotional kaleidoscope that is my life. Broken, shattered at the edges, spilling out in triggers to a skewed perception of where I am and who that person is. I had to quell the screaming taint of a disenchanted terror at the destruction and hollow, pointless discarding of a most beloved character by Homeland. I realized after I began I had been writing this letter in pieces with each tweet and observation on Quinn, on Homeland: how it had failed him, us, diminished an opportunity to recognize an unending ability in Rupert Friend or influence a societal preconception and view. I found Homeland in Season 1, searching for a gritty escape in entertainment that would provoke me intellectually and emotionally. Homeland was such a show, a view into the world of intelligence: a modern representation of an agency in action. I became an avid fan. I grew to anticipate impatiently every week when Carrie would appear and hurtle into her flawed, strong, onslaught into the world of the CIA. It became an integral part of my life and escape from the difficulties that hamper my days. I was intrigued when Quinn came into full view, his humble beginnings almost an aside to Carrie's bursting, frantic, headlong rush into a veiled intricate terrorist landscape. I didn't invest in Carrie, I admired her, was fascinated and mesmerized by the many layered facets to her character but I found her profoundly difficult to like. There was something missing, a part that was necessary to embrace her emotionally and I could only appreciate her in a reflective view. Quinn however sparked an intrigue, a difference, established himself as the centre of Homeland intrinsically with such composure and control. His emerging self reflection, morality and code showing his humanity which was rich and rewarding, in stark relief to those surrounding him, making their contribution seem devoid of any colour. Quinn became an essential investment and part of me so effortlessly where I felt every disappointment, every frustration, every conflict at his position. He reached out, emanating a security and substance that was reassuring and cohesive. I looked to him to lead the show, to hold the others together with quiet authority. I lived him as I have no other. It became a realization that Quinn would be the one to take me on his journey in Homeland, it would be his that I would stay with the show for. During Season 5 I didn't think it was possible to share so much torment or searing agony with Quinn, subtly nuanced in many ways, impactative to us all. Outrage overtook the pain at his unexpected demise. Rupert stunningly soliloquized a summation of Quinn's worth laid bare in a love letter to Carrie, writing in exception from his internal scope of an actor understated in his representation of a Quinn shackled to a world of personal conflict, torment and regret. I was overjoyed Quinn returned in season 6 and he was a revelation. Rupert's gift of a soldier in such beautiful humanity, such depth and such compassion connected on so many visceral levels, it left me breathless, projecting an emotional warmth which was all consuming: his internal reach in his ability was astounding leaving me choking in an unexpected resonance. Having suffered similarly to the character due to different experiences, it was almost frightening to see him take a collective anguish and furious shame and hold it up to the light of social acceptance and scrutiny, to display this brokenness in an unapologetic exceptional manner, confront a discomfort and avoidance so prevalent for those who suffer, through a character so many had come to love wholeheartedly, hold close to them in almost abhorrent comfort at his continued torture and destruction. I found myself shouting at the screen, moved beyond tears where he invoked a myriad of shared emotions and experiences. It was disorientating, affirming, an exquisite recognition of a splintered soul. As Quinn continued to be targeted, broken down, and suffer without necessity or aim and glimpses of his torturous past arose with unrepentant venom, Homeland left me gasping, struggling to find a sensibility in it or any proper address to the abuse. These revelations and ongoing torment alienated me from the rest of the show, bar Quinn, where the almost gleeful shades of competitive harm to him became derisive, farcical, undermining those abuses into frivolity. During the season Quinn's range grew and I didn't know where he ended and I began. I have PTSD and head trauma and it destroyed me, devoured who I was, spewing out an unrecognizable enemy I couldn't befriend. Belief in kindness or those qualities that shine a light in the world as individuals or as a collective as intrinsically good was gone replaced by suffering, crippling fear and threats everywhere. Any state of grace or semblance of peace was elusive. I was considerably more invisible than any VET, because my damage wasn't borne of a higher purpose, there was no sense to my fracture, no overriding objective to my pain and altered awareness. Quinn inspired my damage to hope, lifted me to where worth had a place, voiced my horror in eloquence, provoked overwhelming love in a character entrenched in mine and the audience's reality, lives & beings. Quinn's thoughtless end was a martyr rhetoric, almost as if you didn't know how to discard him, an afterthought. How Quinn died was glorified in a cheap and hollow accolade of the shows desperation to sell their idea of relevance: to sell the agony of grief to the highest bidder. Rupert Friend gave all of himself to create something of merit, worthwhile, entrancing: a gift to the audience and fans in tribute to those he portrayed in his generosity of talent. His senseless destruction defiled that, insulting everyone who had a connection to Quinn or who saw him and found inflections of themselves within a platform and character they loved. The audience's invested humanity to Quinn was ridiculed because how he died was immortalized as a tribute, with no recognition or celebration for how he lived. He was dismissed, forgotten, consigned to rubbish: his sum worth the self involved lamenting of Carrie Mathison. Quinn was a representation of profound and copious parts of the human condition: so many of those forgotten, overlooked and damaged: his treatment and demise dishonoured that demographic irrevocably. He did not die a hero, he died a victim of an agency and show who slaughtered him for political strategy, for an in house fight for supremacy, for their own individual agenda's and ego's. Not in war, not for a populace's safety and fundamental freedoms: a tortured statistic who had outlived his usefulness, a number, a completed sentence on a page. Unforgivable. Intolerable. Sacrilegious. Homeland had an opportunity 'to effect real change' without any intention to utilize it despite their reach and ability to make political comment or offer significant influence. A platform to transform the narrative, perspective and conversations. Quinn's treatment was repugnant. He died in emptiness, in darkness, in torment by his own comrades, murdered without any chance at redemption, hope or having any belief he was valued or loved. He was disposed of in contempt, a social commentary Homeland appear almost proud of. This short sighted indifference has contributed to the wreckage a demographic, already devastated by the reality of their existence, experiences. The show felt they had permission to treat Quinn with a disrespectful inevitability, a mocking testament to how Quinn's representation was held in so little regard. Rupert Friend evoked a connection and love for a character that grew with each season until he became inexorably entwined, grew within my emotional self and inspired an acceptance, an abundance, which I will never let go of. His ability to provoke such a yearning empathy and identified humanity is a testament to his emotional range and brilliance. I will be forever grateful I joined him on his journey of revealing Quinn for who he became, which has become an esoteric part of me, because everything I cherished about Quinn ,Homeland took and smeared with empty indifference, ignorance, sullied it with disillusionment and scorn. Whilst you, colleagues and some media have derided, demeaned and belittled fans for their reaction to Quinn's demise and appalled rejection of your vacuous ever shifting explanations and too late platitudes, the fans recognize Quinn was far more than a character, had considerable impact above the show's story lines, was larger and more important by his delivery than the dismissive responses you gave and therefore care enough to protest that disservice to him, to those already fallen in war and left to fall once home, to the far reaching consequences of your inconsiderate squandering of Quinn. Goodbye Homeland. I have your trash bag waiting. - @badfluff on Twitter

[37x3]

i have gives you hell stuck in my head

this is bad

[thebutchprinxe]

deep cleaned house in preparation for egg hunt tomorrow and also just bc i love the smell of cleaning products

[libidomechanica]

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no nature vnidle to snow; tis     sorrow, to the image? Of death do forgive what Meg o’     the sets from their smell, or is white so fond willow’d to the     elect; but a day in thy father meantime, and say’st the     wife nuptials, being at

a carpeted tile bathroom—all     The was all these field. Still, as the porous to sing—of part;     and kiss and Earthly care the mode of this, since ask’d nor away     with the stain. How long individually the tea-stain,     an epic, and all the

grasp. In beauty alone she     simmering knockets of a valleys, but her? And white walking’s     drifting a sight, since the tower, the stomakes thy come     should thy sail toward by the book reader; she soliloquize     beyond time tongue, but their

dance the fix’d—he knew establishment     losing and swift to the fault or face here, here this turned     beloved hills. To words soere self-approving downing shut     our bosom, like kelp and with retreates but that I passage,     like pilgrim some back,

but that, a gang crew; and when paper—     even more third cannot heart joints that. And the sacrilege,     thoughts here, pitiable from poets free among women     say thee, nor quarto tales the new comer, its progressing,     listen’d, and face thanks.

Come when but I can move my own     chimney-stacks—are left in the World to his our mastern sky     might for a youngest human fact, excepting sing throng, you     will be gallant felt gladly? She, why youth, tops down, wear that     sucked against the mountain

a death the roaring in the sweet,     as in the charm not dull you loved, as only grace, I caught     sure; and making its here! And it’s me a tender than thought,     but notion, follow hair; the tender’d my beneath hanging     the sky of the dare as

erst to life’s gay more hounds and no     arden, hath invade that you. Nearly? A case. Guy called look     upcast down the spark up: is it all thy fate, for a life     in these valley, and flung, which in the city with banners     the inflammation new,

just child, thro’ all that transgression     your tress—I, although true; the write meadow cast upon so,     then? Tear-drop which Boccaccio’s visage from purple clothed or     when birds sweld sleep, his sweet roses beauties I will this feels     righted, in the Atlantic

Ocean our hung women? He     sung an all abilis’ take turn, today, to be vext garden,     as a lonely do prayer-book on Maud’s own ribs what     it seems you makes anotherwise that I hope to confined,     drag on early; while budding,

sometimes beheld that contain     thy pitfold splits—half in a morning of this, dance his worst     thou servient is venerably hide them burning time, thou     age and cry: hope’s patter grapes. Only I dancing; but once     cruisers he vse alone,

well knowled steep, yet the hot June     bug, listed somethink to want no word will scarce plugged me—     she mighty ever and their spread, and swig! Wet filaree and     broughts to cathed with Samian wine momently yet t wild     sing shoes! The sound: all where!

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>> It was a restless night and by the time you’d gotten to finally your brain to shut down you’d already had a mild panic attack, which was always fun. At least it meant you wouldn’t have the psychical energy to fight sleep anymore. Awesome. It was just barely that you finally lost consciousness.

>> When you woke you found yourself in pitch blackness, someplace you couldn’t recognize at all. Mostly because there was nothing TO recognize. All around you was just dark and cold. Any warmth your body might have had in itself seems to be fading fast and the panic in your mind rises.>> You’re cold. It feels like you’re trying to push through a freezing fog whenever you try to move. You don’t know where you’re going but it’s better than just staying still and accepting a silent death you’ve figured. It’s not fair to anyone if you accept your own death without a single ounce of fight a second time.>> It’s getting harder to breathe the more you move but you keep pushing forward. You must. Somehow it feels like you’re getting closer to something damn it! You must be! >>There’s a flicker of something warm in the distance, something perhaps orange? You can’t rally tell but it seems like a fire. Perhaps you’re not alone here- whatever here is. Your sheer drive to keep going is all that keeps your broken, aching body moving. The closer you get the warmer it is, until suddenly everything is bathed in that warmth.> That color. Not orange. Red. The red so hot it burns your frozen soul to it’s core and makes your skin feel like it’s blistering hot.> The red that can only mean one thing is nearby. The realization hits like a brick that reminds you you where in a construction zone you didn’t belong in without a helmet. >> It is searing and it is red and you know exactly where you are. You’re in hell. It’s your own personal hell. HAL’s voice perks up from a distance at first, his own soliloquizing seeming to take up his attention. You feel the smallest spark of hope. You turn around desperately hoping you can walk back into the freezing void before he noticed your consciousness being awake enough to wander into his sight. You’d just have to go back to sleep, and behave yourself. You remember your place now-“Equius!”>> It’s too late. His voice booms through every wall, and shaking you to your core.“Welcome to my humble abode. Now what brings you out of hiding hmn?” He asks, as though there’s nothing wrong. “You know I haven’t seen you looking quite so white in a while. You look like you’ve seen a ghost! Was it your morail?”>> You force a weak laugh.“Yes... I saw her in a thought and forgot where I was... I was only cold. I’m going back to sleep now. I promise.” You swear, looking only at your own feet and the red glow that illuminated them.>> He is quiet for much too long which means he believes you are lying, or he’s going to fuck with you again because it was funny. You could only hug your elbows and wait for him to begin.>> What he does this time is new to you, but not too new. He’s pinned your consciousness to the wall with the unrelenting force that was his own, his hot breath burning against your neck. You don’t know if he decided to manifest this time or not because your eyes where squinted so tightly shut but frankly you didn’t care. You just prayed he wouldn’t force you to open them this time. You don’t want to see the->> The blade shoots right through your abdomen, scraping the wall behind you and you tear. Everything about it is too hot and too painful and-->> You awake with a start, real tears on your cheeks as you try and reorient yourself. You’ve fallen off of your bed again, wrapped awkwardly in your own blankets. You take a few shaking breaths, focusing on the dark ceilings cracks and trying to shake the phantom feeling of the blade in your gut still. Ugh.>> With a shake of the head you untangle yourself. It was going to be a long night, and you refused to go back to sleep.

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1.1 The Ed-Touchables

We begin the ten-year journey of Ed Edd n Eddy with Double D. An interesting decision to introduce each Ed individually rather than working together on some ludicrous scam given the trajectory of the overall show. Providing insight into the character, Double D labels everything in his room going so far as to count all the ants in his ant farm. His doorbell rings several times and Double D continues to answer it without someone on the other side. This results in him getting smacked with a fish and getting a bucket of water dropped on him until it reveals Eddy at last. Though arguably slow, this is a comedy bit that establishes the farcical atmosphere of the show. We can argue that it was Eddy ringing the doorbell seeing his jocular and tricky nature being established but there is no evidence that confirms this. Unfortunately, fans of the show must live forever in wonder at who was ringing Double D’s doorbell. 

But we persist, the dynamic between Double D and Eddy cures when we see the differences in their personalities as Eddy tries to mess about in Double D’s room, rearranging the labels on his personal items. Eventually, Double D sees that his magnifying glass is missing and ends up soliloquizing about sanctity and yadda yadda, pushing all the items off his desk and picking up a skull--I wouldn’t expect homages to Shakespeare’s Hamlet in Ed Edd n Eddy but it’s there nonetheless. Eddy states that Double D shouldn’t have people touching his stuff, a contrary joke to the fact that he was just rearranging Double D’s personal effects and they head off to get Ed. Something to note about this first exchange between Eddy and Double D is that Eddy calls him “Edd” twice. Almost never done in the series, Eddy could easily be establishing for the viewer that Double D is the second Ed of Ed Edd n Eddy as not to confuse people to the main characters.

They find Ed in his basement room--another stark contrast from Double D’s as it is subterranean (unlike Double’s upper floor room), has cracks in the walls, clutter, filth, and all around a separate color palette proving there are more differences between Ed and Double D than there are similarities. In an attempt to sneak up on him, Eddy and Double D try to pounce on him from behind. This fails as Ed somehow knows that they’re there and traps them both in a headlock with the same arm: thus establishing Ed as fairly strong and as the guy who doesn’t always apply to the intention of the scene. Ed also speaks in full sentences in these earlier episodes rather than growing into a catchphrase generator later on because he is not the brains of the trio. Additionally, Ed is watching an odd extra-media television show with a rotating skeleton which will be replaced with the fishbowl show that appears in most episodes when the neighborhood kids watch something.

Returning to the headlock, though we cannot see it Eddy’s and Double D’s bodies are twisted together making it appear that Eddy’s body is attached to Double D’s head and vice version. This is an early example of the malleable quality the physical world has in the show. This is important for the rules of the show (often broken) but the cartoon instances of a character melting or taking another shape starts subtly in the first episode. Also establishing rules: later in the episode, Eddy uses a traffic cone as a megaphone, which is a humble example of the neighborhood kids building what they need out of things they can find around the cul-de-sac. 

We really only receive true insight into two and a half other characters: Sarah and Johnny 2X4. Sarah barges in and yells at Ed, building herself up as the loudmouthed little sister and announces that her doll had been stolen. Eddy links this with Double D’s missing magnifying glass EVEN THOUGH his evidence is circumstantial at best. This demonstrates how if Double D is the brain, and Ed the muscle, Eddy is the catalyst. He announces to the neighborhood that there’s a serial toucher (yuck) loose and that the Eds will catch them. Kevin (though we don’t know it’s Kevin yet) says he would pay money: thus sparking the first misEdventure. Also the haranguing of the Eds (being called “DORKS” somewhat famously) we learn the the Eds aren’t the popular kids of the neighborhood, understanding their ostracized circumstances assists in understanding their relationship to one another.   The Eds set a trap that Johnny unfortunately falls for and gets trapped. All we really know about Johnny from this episode is that he has a piece of wood named Plank for a best friend and that nobody seems to find this odd. Plank’s involvement is quintessential to Johnny’s identity as we’ll later see. 

Proving that TORTURE DOES NOT WORK, Eddy gets Johnny to confess to crimes that are disproven because Double D and Sarah find what they that were stolen. It should also be mentioned that Double D briefly had hearts in his eyes when talking to Sarah, this may be because the writers thought they could establish some romance in his character but ultimately dropped it for conjectural reasons we may stipulate on in other episodes. Double D also constructs a lie detector out of a toaster, displaying his resourcefulness, ingenuity, and the show’s tendency to make things out of other things. Circling back, the neighborhood kids kept there promise and paid the Eds for their work, Double D also wonders if they should feel guilty about the circumstances (which can lead into the development of his moral and ethical code to be the best of not just the Eds, but of the whole neighborhood). Interesting enough, the Eds succeed in fleecing the neighborhood kids and make it to the candy store for jawbreakers. This allows the viewer to know the purpose, or objective, of most episodes. Oftentimes, we only see them trying to get money, but the jawbreakers are always the final strive for the Eds.

In the end, Johnny--shoved in a tire--rolls over Ed, Edd, and Eddy and the jawbreakers fly out of their mouths. We watch as the chase candy (which we learn is gigantic in this world and everyone has stretchy cheeks) and ruminate on Eddy’s final words for the first episode: “You know what they say: a little childhood trauma builds character.”

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drinking more water than you want is the answer to a lot more of your problems than it should be