#would be a cool interpreation

[what-have-i-unleashed]

the thing is, it's left up to interpretation as to how dust became the way that he is. how did he manage to remember the resets? how did he acquire determination? up to your own interpretation!

i think the thing about dust likely or subconsciously knowing that his world is a game lends some credence to the possibility that dust remembering resets was due to a glitch - like a video game glitch. it would be interesting if, like killer, dust's code is changed, but not by the player necessarily. he was detached from his previous role as an npc in a video game and became a glitch in his own universe. which is why he's able to partly comprehend the nature of his world, of himself, and of the player.

and so, if killer or something new chara were to replace the player in dusttale, dust would notice the wrongness of it right away. i imagine in the "real world" the game is being locked away from the dusttale player, being hacked and all. i wonder if the player would want to discard the game. would that manifest as error erasing the universe (also makes sense since this dusttale timeline is wrong, "tainted" anyway)? or maybe the player would keep it and keep trying to access into the game. then what would happen to dust? to the universe? to the timeline? would the game fix itself and manifest something even worse? so many fun ideas to chew on :3

*bangs my head on the wall* stop the kist thoughts stop the kist thoughts stop the kist thoughts STOP IT

but guys listen. what if dusttale got hacked into by the something new player? and they plopped killer into it? so now killer (and his chara too maybe?) is now the "player character" in dusttale? killer assumes the anomaly role in this universe now. i need dust killing killer over and over, and killer doing the same thing to dust back. they're both stuck in this mad cycle forever.

[nutmeggery]

I need Neil Gaiman to know that Good Omens 2 made me feel emotions I haven't felt in nearly a decade.

When I heard there was going to be a Good Omens 2 I was looking forward to it, of course. I just wasn't expecting it do anything super special to my emotions. I was sure I'd enjoy it, though. I really enjoyed s1.

But, for the last few years, I watched shows and afterwards basically thought well, that was fun, and I quickly moved on and didn't think much about them. There was only about 3 shows in the last 5 years that had made me feel truly emotional and stayed on my mind to the point where I felt like I needed to engage in fandom for a while. (Good Omens 1 was one of them.)

I wasn't spoiled by the leak. I never even knew there was a leak. So I had no idea what was coming in s2. And oh boy...

See, I'd watched Our Flag Means Death, a show where you don't expect the lead characters to kiss, because, well, that never happens in these types of shows, right? And this is important because when they did kiss, it felt like a door that had been locked with just about all the high security locks in the world had suddenly, inexplicably, been opened. Something switched inside me. It took me months to understand what it was, but when I thought about Good Omens before s2 came out, I realized what it was.

I would never truly enjoy a bromance they're-only-queer/in love-by-your-own-interpreation story ever again. Stories where nothing is confirmed, just subtext that anyone who doesn't want to see it can easily deny and mock those who wish it was more.

While it was clear that Crowley and Aziraphale cared a lot about each other in s1, and were probably in love, it was still just a fun ship for fans to play with in fanfiction and fanart. Do they love each other? Oh sure. In what way? Well, that's up to interpretation. Ok, cool. But it's not quite Our Flag Means Death, is it?

Then I watched Good Omens 2. And from episode 1 I saw my favourite Angel and Demon duo love each other. And I was having the best time. I hadn't had such a good time watching a show in a long while. It was not only right up my alley, it was an alley I wasn't even aware was my alley until I saw it. I enjoyed seeing the old characters, the new characters. Oh, I was wonderful.

It was clear to me that, of course Crowley and Aziraphale love each other, are IN love with each other, showing it in their own way. And I wasn't expecting it to be THIS obvious.

And then when the kiss happened, I couldn't believe it. I covered my mouth with both hands and gasped and sat up straight in my seat. I had never expected it--the heartbreak it added to the already heartbreaking scene--it rewired something inside me.

It was like my emotions had been locked up in a stall like a horse for so, so long, and now the gate had been opened, the stable door kicked down, and the horse was running out onto the large pasture into the daylight, bucking and kicking up grass. Oh my god, I have to take a few minutes to process that entire 6 hour marathon of emotions.

And by a few minutes I meant a few days.

More than a few, actually.

I didn't need a kiss to understand how much they loved each other, but I did need the kiss to understand how intense and heartbreaking their separation is for them after everything.

But more than that, the kiss broke a barrier. They really did it, I thought. They really dared.

Aziraphale and Crowley aren't human males, no, but they're played by male actors. And that is significant. That makes the kiss significant. In the world we currently live in.

Weeks later, I'm still obsessed with the show, re-watching s1 and 2, reading the book again, listening to the audio drama. And I'm on tumblr, seeing people's posts and art to somehow sate my hunger for a s3 that doesn't exist (yet).

And I'm having a wonderful time.

[purpleillusn]

Holiday truce gift for @dp-marvel94, using the post-AGIT Dan adjusting to being half human and a teenager again. I hope you like it and happy (belated) holidays!!:

Second Chances and the Complications Therein

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The uniform was horrible, in Dan’s humble opinion, itchy and constrictive against his unpleasantly mortal skin. Unfortunately, his grievances had been dismissed by Vlad, who insisted smugly that it was the best high school he could get Dan into (no doubt with an absurd sum of money). Dan would certainly admit that it looked pricey from its ornate front gates, looking up at its towering Georgian architecture and name “St. Thomas’ School” emblazoned across its billboard sign.. Looking over his shoulder, Dan could very clearly see Vlad loitering in his very conspicuous, expensive car. He scoffed and made his way into the building, stopping by the reception to pick up his timetable. The corridors felt far too large, with high ceilings exaggerated by his current short stature and feeling oddly sparse with teenagers compared to Dan’s vague memories of Casper High. There was at least some normalcy in how the place had the musty smell with notes of BO and aftershave typical of any other high school, even if Dan didn’t particularly appreciate it.

He slunk into his home classroom, leaning by the wall at the front to observe the room. The room had surprisingly few seats - around twenty, half of which were occupied by students in the same stupid uniform as Dan’s, complete with blazers. Dan had, of course, already known he would be attending a private school, but it still felt unreal. The teens were giving him curious glances as they continued to file in and to their predetermined seats, but Dan tried his best to ignore it, only scowling in response. The walls had the usual posters across them with history facts and study tips and sets of drawers containing all sorts of books and stationary.

The teacher entered, giving Dan a visual once over before standing in front of the white board. “Good morning everybody,” she announced, being met with a half-hearted chorus of ‘good mornings’ in return. The teacher then turned the spotlight to Dan, much to his chagrin - his unpleasantly present heart pounding in his chest. Of course, he kept his cool: what kind of powerful ghost shows fear? Not him, that’s for sure. The teacher introduced him to the class, who he greeted as was expected of him, and sent him to his seat on the left side of the room, comfortably near the back and with a clear view out the large windows. Dan certainly wouldn’t complain about being out of the way of most people’s attention…or so he’d hoped, as after homeroom settled down into gentle chatter he found himself being pestered by the girl in the seat to his right. “Hey, my name’s Clara,” she said, ignoring Dan’s lack of enthusiasm. “Kinda generic, but welcome to the school.” “Thanks,” Dan replied with zero enthusiasm, pointedly not looking at the polite smile on her pasty, freckled face. “So, did your family move or something?” Clara asked, and, god, her enthusiasm was frustrating. “We had someone join mid last year and no-one gave him any trouble, so I’m sure you’ll settle in well.” “Yeah.” Dan refused to elaborate.

He had to field a few more questions and friendliness throughout his morning lessons, from a variety of students or varying authenticity and enthusiasm. Dan thankfully had no difficulty with following the class (something he did plan on being insufferably smug about to Danny later), and was soon able to escape the teenage horde in his lunch break. Settling down with his lunch tray in the shade of an old oak, Dan paid no mind to the cold of late November, relishing in the quiet. And, once again, it just wouldn’t last, with Clara heading over despite his glare. “Do you want to sit with me? It’s gotta be pretty lonely to sit out here by yourself.” “No, I’m fine here, thanks.” “If you’re sure. The seat’s always open.” Dan grunted in what could be interpreted as dismissal or acceptance, depending on how much someone ignored his blatant antisocial behavior. At last, she left him to his peace and quiet, but, oddly, some part of him resented the loneliness. He should have been used to it, what with the decade he’d spent with far worse, yet he felt somewhat…sad? Human emotion, he supposed.

The lunch waned, as all breaks in life do, into the next lesson periods, where Dan had an English Literature class in which he was able to comfortably keep his head down and get on with his work, only getting called upon once by the teacher. But alas, good things don’t last, and he had a chemistry practical next, wherein the teacher dictated that they must work in pairs. Dan got on with his health and safety assessment while waiting for the rest to find their own pairs until a remainder made itself known (or didn’t, he didn’t care). This should have run smoothly. “I guess we’re lab partners then,” announced a familiar voice. “I guess,” Dan said, scraping his chair while standing up. “I’m surprised you couldn’t find a partner with how friendly you are.” “Oh, I’m a bit of an…odd one out,” Clara explained, followed by a nervous attempt at a chuckle. “It’s just one of those things, y’know.” Dan set up the test tube rack while she spoke, not looking up at her while neatly placing the tubes in their holder. “I suppose. Still don’t know why you have to work with me.” “Well, I wanted to, but also, well, it’s not a secret that I’m here on scholarship,” she shrugged sheepishly. Dan nodded as neutrally as he could manage. “They’re judging you for not being from a wealthy family?” Clara confirmed as much and Dan did his best to restrain his anger. “They can go screw themselves then.” And surprising himself: “I’ll be your damn friend.” “Thank you,” she murmured, to which Dan grunted. Last thing he needed to do now was screw this up, so kept from any personal topics for the rest of the practical (dissolving stuff in acid was thankfully something they could agree was fun in and of itself). Such went his final period of the day, after which Dan wished Clara well and cleared off, switching into his ghost form for a very much appreciated flight to let off steam. And if he shot a few ectoblasts into the edge of the atmosphere, no-one was there to tell him off.

The horizon gave way to Vlad’s mansion, which Dan homed in on, swooping down intangibly through the wall and into his room. It was tidy in an unhomely manner, with everything ordered on shelves and in drawers. Even his bedding didn’t get to stay ruffled for long with Vlad’s cleaners. Tossing his backpack to the ground, Dan flopped onto his bed to stare at the ceiling a bit before getting on with his homework. He had some time before dinner, so got on with what little homework he got during the day. The work was easy, in his opinion, so he steamrolled through it without issue. His phone dinged while midway through his summary of the experiment done in chemistry and he glanced over at it, seeing it was a text from Danny: “How was school?” “Fine,” Dan quickly sent back, followed quickly by a second text. “Annoying, but not the worst.” His phone went off again with another message from his younger half: “Usual then :) I’m sure you’ll make friends soon dw.” Dan groaned. “Sure.” What a goody-goody twerp, he thought only half-jokingly. Thankfully his phone stayed silent while he finished up his work and pondered which book he wanted to pick off his bookshelf after having finished his last one the night prior. He picked off a sci-fi book he’d got on a whim and sat down to read away the rest of the time until dinner.

The grandfather clock on the landing chimed six, echoing through the house. Dan placed his book down on the corner of his desk, with a scrap of paper bookmarking it in the middle of a chapter, and made his way downstairs to the dining hall. Vlad waited at the head of the table and Dan sat opposite, keeping his eyes down to avoid staring down the space between them. Vlad, of course, asked about his first day at school. Dan shrugged. “It’s embarrassing, having to go back there as a grown-ass adult. I didn’t realise just how annoying teenagers are.” “Well,” Vlad began. “You never got to grow up properly, so this is a good second chance.” Oh, this old man was trying. “I guess,” Dan scoffed. “It’s still demeaning.” “You don’t think you deserve it,” Vlad stated, cutting into the expensive steak delivered by his butler. Dan scraped his knife across the plate in just the right way to piss Vlad off, although the old man kept his downturned mouth shut. It was a stilted affair, with few words exchanged afterwards - even less from Dan. When Dan finished eating first, he excused himself politely and cleared off to his room again.

• • •

Dan rolled out of bed in the morning to grab coffee as his first thing. Vlad might not like it, but Dan wasn’t a morning person and this was how he functioned. Coffee and a modest breakfast consumed, Dan climbed into one of Vlad’s car fleet (the same as the day prior) for a lift to school. He could fly, of course, but being driven was supposed to, according to Vlad, keep him grounded and human-presenting (that could be a lie though: Vlad could just want to show off his wealth using Dan as a proxy). The driver, a ghost, was silent throughout the drive. The man stoically glanced over at Dan getting out outside the school, peeling off as soon as he slammed the door behind him. “Was that your dad?” asked a voice from behind Dan, making him jump halfway out of his human form and spin around. Clara was walking up to him, shrinking in on herself apologetically. “Oh, no, that’s my uncle’s employee,” Dan responded, trying to play it cool. Clara’s amber eyes blew wide. “Damn, he must be loaded.” She then composed herself. “Are you close with your uncle?” “Not really.” Clara opened her mouth to start asking more, but thought better of it. Smart. They headed to homeroom together, and thankfully kept it to mundane talk of homework and similarly useless junk. Homeroom had a short announcement about not causing trouble for neighbours, but nothing interesting. Clara had a different class next, so the two split at the staircase, Dan heading upstairs to his math lesson. A few students shoved on their way up the stone stairs - an annoyance - but the real pain came when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He sighed and acknowledged the person coming up next to him. A gaggle of a few girls and a single boy followed behind the girl Dan recognised as the leader and someone with no good intentions. She reeked of the sort of rich kid he saw at Vlad’s parties - someone who seemed to think themself royalty and that mummy and daddy’s wealth was a replacement for a genuine personality. He was pretty sure she was in several of his classes, but didn’t care to remember which. He braced for whatever bullshit would come his way, loathing Vlad’s choice of school. “No offence, but I saw you hanging out with that Clara girl, and wanted to warn you about her: she’s all two-faced. I used to be friends with her, but then she stabbed me in the back,” the rich girl announced, her lackeys nodding along. “I just want to make sure you don’t have to go through the same thing.” Dan scoffed. “Two-faced, huh? You’re full of it.” “Pardon?” Oh, this brat was gonna turn nasty. “I’ll take the risk, thanks. Nice talk though.” And with that he walked a little faster to his next lesson, hoping even rich kids had the sense to not start stuff where an authority figure might catch them. This was assuming that the teachers would do anything, which was unlikely. Augh, the annoyances of having to act human and non-violent - he could’ve blasted them into the next year if not for social norms.

His hopes came true and he managed to avoid confrontation up until lunch break, when the guy from the rich kid pack came hunting for him. Dan’s wrist was grabbed, but for some reason he couldn’t figure out: perhaps shock, or a flashback to his younger self, he didn’t put up a fight as his scrawny form was shoved into a closet. An oof came from behind him. Turning around in the darkness, which his eyes pierced through without issue, Clara was huddled on the floor. “‘M sorry for getting you into this mess,” she murmured. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault those bullies decided to make your life hell.” Dan saw the red glow before Clara let out an ‘eep’. Don’t address it, it’ll just make things worse. Dan tamped down on that particular expression of his ghost side and used the cover of darkness to use a little of his powers to try and unlock the door. “What’re you doin-” A hand on his shoulder and he spun around, knocking his companion to the ground. Dan apologised profusely, but it couldn’t undo Clara’s bleeding nose or the fact that she was backing away in…fear, perhaps? Logical, he supposed as he began hyperventilating. His stupid, mortal body felt like it was suffocating, his stupid heart pounding in his ears. He clutched at his chest. Light spilled into the room as the door was opened from the outside, briefly blinding Dan, who shut his eyes tight on instinct. When he opened them he could see a stern teacher leveling him with a stern look from a foot above his puny perspective. No words had to be said for him to know he was in for it now. At least he could try and take the blame for whatever they tried to pin them with.

No amount of trying to explain what happened changed the outcome. He was set to have detention at the end of the day and the brats that did this would face nothing. It was almost funny how little was different between this poncy new school and Casper High. Dan would have laughed if his chest didn’t ache already. It was stupid, he knew as much, but he left. Dan beelined for Vlad’s house, paying no mind to the consequences. He was enough of a disappointment already. Once in his room, now more than ever, his personal bubble, he stayed in his ghost form. It kept the physical discomfort at bay, even though it did nothing to help his emotions. He had to have set a new record for time to screw up after starting a new school. He didn’t even really process the passing of time until there was a knocking at his door. Checking the alarm clock on his bedside table, two hours had passed. “What?” he asked. Vlad opened the door, an unrecognisable swirl of emotion barely hidden behind his carefully neutral expression and pristine suit. “I just got a call from your school that you got detention and then bunked off. Care to explain why you’re acting like a delinquent?” Dan’s eyes burned bright. “It’s all bullshit!” “Go on.” Still burning with fury, but seeing an opportunity, Dan switched back to his human form (no need to freak the old man out). He explained what happened as best he could. Around midway through, Vlad gently approached him, wrapping his arms loosely around him in a hug. It was only then that Dan recognised the tears pouring down his face. Sucking in a sob, he reciprocated the hug significantly more tightly. His hug would’ve likely been constricting for a normal human despite how weak Dan felt in the moment. When the tears subsided some and he could speak again, Dan continued to explain, with occasional gasps of sobbing, being patted on the back by Vlad throughout. “Thank you,” Dan said when all else was out in the open, sat side by side on his bed with Vlad. “It’s no problem. We got off on a bad foot, but I want to help you,” Vlad explained softly, before settling into a barely contained vindictive fury. “And I’m sure the headmaster would love a little talk with me right around now.”

• • •

The cool air made visible the warmth coming off of Clara’s lunch tray where she sat under the old oak tree. “Do you mind if I join you out here?” Dan asked, approaching with a tray of his own. “Not at all.” Clara patted the bench next to her. Dan shuffled some and forced out a “sorry about your nose”. It was still a little bruised from the day prior, but not too bad. “Don’t worry about it,” she dismissed, but Dan continued undeterred. “And, I can’t tell you everything, but I know I’m a bit…odd…Anyway, my uncle’s probably going to burn this school to the ground over the bullying here, so just a heads up.” “Noted, and thank you.”

[salezmanradioz]

🎙️, 🔒, and ✈️ :]!!

🎙️ What’s your favourite (used or unused) voice line in the games?

My favorite line that I constantly quote from IEYTD is Juniper's "WINE, GLASSES- AND OH IS THIS BRIE?????" or his other line of "Then you took the time to write "JUNIPER HATED ON IT" and sent THE BOTTLE TO ME". It's so funny because why did he say Brie with such a emphasis on it, it's hilarious. But also him whining about wine is really funny.

🔒(If you subscribe to the relevant headcanons/theories:) What allows Agent Phoenix to reset after they die?

In the sense of the way I write my Phoenix: My Phoenix (Polyblank otherwise known as) is connected to a radio that he once carried years ago. When Prism was creating her robutlers and attempting to make them more "sentient" in a sense and more "human" she unknowingly made a sentient program on her computer titled "Nexus" which is similar to that of clippy. A former agent who was no longer in the field managed to , in a sense "possess" the former data on themselves. After a while, Phoenix latched onto the closest thing he knew, the radio. - I went on a long tangent but for the jist of it, Phoenix "resets" in his radio. I would imagine during the Death Engine while falling to their most certain death, he would've retreated back into the radio to recooperate. Obviously the radio would have been broken to smithereens but the Handler knows exactly how to fix it and here comes Phoenix crawling out the radio like nothing happened.

In a more closely related to the IEYTD franchise: I just think ultimately the game in itself is very silly and I just think that Agent Phoenix just defies all laws of how the world works in the game and just keeps defying death. Injured? Definitely, but alive. I like to think the TK Implant has something to do with it as well. There's NO WAY possible that the TK implant does not have side effects, both great and horrible.

✈️ Give a shout out to a fan artist / fic writer / etc. in the fandom that you appreciate! @purple-to-my-tangerine / @heres-to-all-that-is-mine Hi I immediately thought of Bug. Bug honestly let me indulge into the IEYTD more fandom (surprising). I didn't meet Bug through IEYTD but ey is pretty darn cool. Bug has watched me transform my John Juniper and Prism interpreations into OCS (I will still draw em for IEYTD but they'll be from now on tagged "IEYTD au" since I don't want too many people thinking they STRICTLY belong to IEYTD). I like silly and positive spin on things no matter who the characters are from the franchise :). Bug is a cool friend @cowboypigsy I mean come on buddy, I've know you for YEARS how could you NOT be here. Anyways, Pigsy sent me the IEYTD openings before a year ago and I listened to em like "wow these are so cool". Now here I am knee deep into this game. I took a listen again and got obsessed until I fixated on it. I then dragged Pigsy into the fixation with me and now we have agents, actors and cute gals.

There are other artists and writers I secretly lurk on (hi I'm too shy to engage sometimes) but I appreciate everyone's work here <3. I think this fandom is great and while every fandom has it's own flaws, I think most people here, if not, are pretty relaxed. Anyways shout out to the other artists and creators <3

[winterandwords]

Writer interview tag

Thanks to @deanwax and @sergeantnarwhalwrites for the tags!

This is a loooong one, so I'm going to leave it as an open tag for anyone who wants to do it. Remember to @ me so I can see your answers. Blank template is under the cut 💜

📝 About you

When did you first start writing?

Forfuckingever ago. Seriously. My childhood was littered with 'books' written on folded and stapled sheets of printer paper.

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

I read pretty widely and definitely enjoy reading the genres and themes that show up in my writing, among many others.

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

I don't try to emulate anyone, but I'm sure I'm influenced by what I read as much as anyone else is. Someone once described my writing as "if Anne Rice wrote a Bret Easton Ellis book" and I chose to take that as a compliment.

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)?

I have a desk in front of a window with a view that I'm in love with. Rolling farmland reaching to mountains in the distance. I've looked at it daily for almost three years and the novelty still hasn't worn off.

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

Absorbing stories from other places. Books, TV shows, films, the persistent horrors of existence.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

Yes, but not intentionally. And the when is as significant as the where. I didn't notice this until someone else pointed it out and now I can't stop seeing it.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

Drugs, violence, organised crime, fuck the system, weather symbolism, nice coats. No surprise at all tbh.

📝 Your characters

Would you please tell me about your current favourite character?

I can't choose between my children.

Which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life?

Most of them, honestly. If I had to pick one, it would probably be Brett from November Breaks and Spin Cylinder because he's the one with the most of me in him, but it would be a total disaster because the parts of me I dumped on him aren't exactly the best parts.

Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

I don't know that I'd dislike any of them, but things would get frosty and weird pretty fast if I was in a room with Gillen from Bridge From Ashes and Name From Nowhere.

Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.

There is no process. They just arrive in my head and I write about them to stop them yelling at me.

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

Obsessive tendencies, rejection of authority, masochism, recklessness, enthusiasm for recreational drugs.

📝 Your writing

What’s your reason for writing?

It makes me happy. I wish it was deeper than that, but it isn't.

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

When someone notices some tiny detail I put in there and didn't expect anyone to pick up on. When someone connects with my characters. When someone feels seen because of something I wrote.

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work? (For example: as a literary genius, or as a writer who “gets” the human condition; as a talented worldbuilder, as a role model, etc)

I've never really thought about it. Maybe if reading my writing gave someone else the courage to write what they wanted instead of what they've been told they should write? I struggled with that a lot so it would be cool to help someone else through it.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Character voice, I think? Dialogue? I don't know.

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

See previous answer 🙈

How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question)

It's cheaper than therapy.

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

Yeah. If I was the last person on earth, at least my characters would keep me company while I lost my mind.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

I write what I enjoy and I assume that if I enjoy it, someone else will too. No matter what you do, there's going to be someone else out there who'll get a kick out of it.

About you When did you first start writing? Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write? Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared? Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse? Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about? Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

Your characters Would you please tell me about your current favourite character? Which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life? Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them? Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters. Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

Your writing What’s your reason for writing? Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers? How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work? (For example: as a literary genius, or as a writer who “gets” the human condition; as a talented worldbuilder, as a role model, etc) What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer? What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others? How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question) If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write? When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

[gamesangliaprojectblog]

Character Design

This section has been the only area that has changed on the art side of this project since we pitched our idea to Chris. Originally we intended for a female protagonist as we wanted to provide some better female represenation within this theme/area of games. Here was the original Pitch for the character:

Ultimately us deciding to choose this does lead to some issues. The first being that none of us are female which means our own understanding of female mental health is far far far more scarce. Secondly a good point was also brought up that the character should appeal to everyone in this area, rather than just complying to one gender. So from this we have decided to create a gender neutral character that we aim for it to connect with all genders rather than an individual.

NOW! this does pose its own challenges. Firstly, I have had to think about how I can approach a design that does not conform to stereotypical male or female bodily attributes. So my thinking behind this is to make use of baggy clothes to hide bodily shapes the the character. I will still be making the character in the same style as to ensure it keeps with this stylized theme we intend for. SECONDLY, I needed to consider the fact we will not be wanting to see this characters face as that can give off impressions to the player (We will only see the character in reflections, e.g. mirrors, or when the camera switches to third person for the boat sequences). So the two options I had thought of was first, give them a mask or secondly, give them some sort of baggy hood. To me the second options makes more sense as I have already mentioned about how I want the character to have baggy clothing.

Following on from this, I had to also think about the setting which is a stormy wet environment in which the character will be needing to wear some sort of water proof clothings. I then googled what the most popular methods of clothing for this were in the uk and here is what I got:

Rain Ponchos

Waterproof Parkas

Rain Coats/Jackets

From this, it immediately gave me some ideas of characters who wear similar styles of clothing. Firstly, I thought of Six from Little Nightmares. I really liked how their face was concealed within darkness so it left it up to interpreation for players over the gender of Six some time. I think this key part of Six' design allowed for it to kind of meet that same idea I was mentioning earlier, being inclusive for everyone.

Then the other character that I was reminded of was Coraline. I have always been a huge fan of the movie since I was little (even if it petrified me) so her character in her yellow rain coat came to mind immediately. I really liked the bottom half of the characters design with the big yellow wellington boot matching with the jacket and the dark jeans to contrast with it.

I think if you combined Six' jacket with coralines jeans and boots it would make for quite a cool combination for a character. I then also had the worry of making it too similar to those characters so I decided to look into some gender neutral colours. From my findings I seemed to find lots of pastel colours with the most common ones being greens and yellows:

So from this I think that it may be best for me to stick with yellow design but potentially add in twists to the desings like stripes, polka dots etc.

From all of this I got Ai to generate me some conept ideas for this character. I described them as "A character wearing an oversized yellow rain jacket with black trousers and yellow wellington boots with black stripes. Their face is hidden in darkness." Here were some of my favourite ones that came out of it:

The main things I would probably change from these concpets is making the stripes on the boots more prominant similar to the image below and then also changing the jean colour to a more greenish colour like the ones seen below. A side note I also want to mention is that the character will be wearing gloves as to keep them as anonymous to the player as possible.

[multi-fandom-lunatic]

response:

We don't have Keefe's or Fitz's canon sexuality. Both could be bi, pan, omni, just generally identify as queer. Also there's different context with Nico being CANONICALLY gay, and shipping him with Annabeth would erase his (canon) sexuality, and his status as part of a minority group. Also, I'm not erasing any canon interpretations of Keefe's and Fitz's character, just adding to it. I'm not saying that Sokeefe is a horrible ship that no one should ship, I'm just saying that I enjoy Keefitz as a ship and listed the songs for them above. (PS. I literally put in the bottom of the post that you can interpret some of these songs as romantic OR platonic. Like all media, it's up for interpretation.

Okay... but people tend to ship romantic tension, which, IN MY PERSONAL INTERPRETATION, I see. I'm not saying it's canon, I'm just saying I enjoy them as a ship. I'm not devaluing all friendships by shipping them at all, just saying I enjoy them. I'm also not saying this is canon? At all? So much of this is fanon and headcanons. If you think I'm saying that Keefitz as a couple is the only possible possibility, and if you're saying that I can only interpret them as friends, you aren't engaging in good faith, nor do you seem too aware of the conventions of fandom.

Media is up for interpretation. There's multiple ways to view a single ship, character, etc. Also, you can like more than one person. You can realise your feelings have changed. You can misinterpret your own feelings and realise this later. Now, I'm not saying any of this is canon, because that's the point. It's interpretation. Also...this entire post reeks of biphobia. Shipping is based off vibes, not courtroom evidence Geez. Also, 'is it not normal for best friends to like each other (not romantically)??' is so dismissive. People catch feelings for their best friends all the time. It's perfectly capable of happening when you're close with someone, especially if you remember that the line between platonic and romantic feelings aren't always the clearest. I've literally been there- I used have a crush on my best friend, and guess what? We're friends to this day. You don't get to decide what's wrong or immoral or 'normal' for everyone else. It reads as you trying to police people's feelings which I'm not for, mate. These are fictional characters, and I'm shipping them because I think they're cool together. NO WHERE in the post have I said any of this is canon. This is MY INTERPRETATION.

BP1: This is hugely interpretation. IMO, Keefe envies the Vacker family more than wants to/is a part of it. His dynamic with the Vacker (siblings) isn't warm or sibling like, it's far more complicated. Also a ship isn't a wedding ring, I just thing they're cute together. They aren't brothers in the remotest fashion so this just feels like a weak point.

BP2: Wowww that's a lot of biphobia for four sentences. They could be bi, omni, pan, queer, etc. Like, them liking Sophie isn't the end all, be all for their sexuality. This is just plain biphobia, and as a bi girl (and you know...an empathetic person. I'm not here for it).

This response was long, but I'd like to reiterate two things: THIS IS PERSONAL INTERPREATION. YOU DONT GET TO POLICE IT. and THIS IS SO BIPHOBIC.

I made a post on the kotlc subreddit about what taylor swift songs I interpret as keefitz...this was one of the replies

og post:

wtf is going on. im crafting a reply rn, will update

[hyper-elastagirl]

"I don't wanna miss my afternoon nap" same Yang, same.

[witchercommentcrawl]

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A Homestuck’s Guide to Fanfic Commenting Etiquette by @mercurialmalcontent

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[themsource]

How about the UF Brothers? How would they react to being asked out?

Asked on a date? Depends on if you're previously acquainted with them or not.

Asking out the UF bros as a stranger

Sans

He'll be surprised, someone approched him? He didn't have to go up to someone first and use his best pickup lines? Huh. What a weird feeling.

He'll eye you, appraising whether or not you're a psycho in hiding or legitimately genuine, and when he finds nothing but honesty he'll grin like the cheshire cat.

Sure, a date sounds cool. He'll be all for it though the question does need to be asked if he'll take it seriously and not a free ticket for a fun time. You have his attention though, rather this becomes something more entirely rests on if you manage to keep it or not.

Papyrus

But of course you would ask him out! What human can resist his prime physique and masterful sence of style, ge radiates sexual appeal!

Unfortunately however, he has high standards, ones you can't possibly hope to reach. Papyrus turns you down and wishes you the best with the inevitable heartbreak.

Asking the UF bros out as someone who's known them for a while.

Sans

Ha! He's been trying to ask you out for months and only after he's given up all hope of anything happening between you now do you suddenly have an interest.

He purposefully takes him time not answering and diligently sipping at his coffee like it's the final equation in a complicated quantic entanglement problem. Enjoying the way you stew in anxiousness and barely repressed hope.

The sadist in him briefly entertains the idea of turning you down but that'd just be plain stupid, he wants you, and rejecting you now would likely keep him in the dog house for life.

Once he finishes his drink he finally reacts by shrugging. He guesses he'd be up for it he says, no harm in giving it a shot.

Papyrus

He's silent as the grave, simply staring at you.

The last thing he'd expected when you'd invited him over was you having prepared a deliciously cooked Italian meal paired with a rather expensive fine wine. Shocking still was when you'd held his seat out for him to take.

Now he's at a loss and trying not to let it show how anxious he is that you asked him to start dating you. While he could've written off the carefully planned dinner as a simple token of your admiration and respect for him, the question however leaves little else to interpreation.

After a moment he picks up his glass and swirls the ruby red liquid thoughtfully before taking a sip and leaning forward and planting an elbow with a wrist under chin.

Why human how clever you are, managing to jape him into a date without his knowledge! Very well, if your tastes are truly this sophisticated how can he say no.

The faint blush on his cheeks is wisely unaddressed.

[exhaustedfander]

Drown Me If You Must

A word of warning: This one’s incredibly sad. There is major angst in this one, and the ending can be viewed as suicide, though it’s up for interpreation. 

This oneshot is a rewrite of an original short story I wrote a while back. Originally, the married couple are lesbians and the ocean is personified as a man, but sense it’s moceit, that gets flipped around the ocean’s personified as a woman. This is sad, but I’d love to hear what you think. 

Word Count: 1,916

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He stared out an open window, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the sea. He watched the water, the foamy waves lapping at the ankles of the last beachgoers of the day as seagulls scoured the beach for crumbs. It was a pleasant, picturesque view, one that most people would tend to enjoy.

Janus didn’t.  

Years ago, the sea took something from him. Something irreplaceable. No, she didn’t take him, people told Janus. It was an accident. A tragedy that could’ve happened to anyone. But Janus knew better. The ocean, for whatever reason, had a burning desire to take away the man that he loved more than anything else in the world, carrying out irreversible cruelty.

Maybe, Janus thought to himself sometimes when he was alone and the house was too quiet, the sea saw how wonderful Patton was and selfishly wanted him for herself. Or maybe he was always hers. Janus had watched the capture, had seen from this very window the beast that she truly was open her gaping maw and swallow his lover whole.

Janus had warned Patton about a million times not to go out that night.

“It’s dangerous,” he’d cautioned nervously, “What if something was to happen? There wouldn’t be anyone to help you.” Janus was by no means a nervous person, but for Patton’s safety, he was always cautious.

“I’ll be extra careful,” Patton promised, “I always am.”

“Be that as it may,” Janus said, eternally weak to the gleam in his husband’s eyes, “I don’t think it’s a good idea. You could get hurt. It’s risky…” Patton grinned, wrapping his arms around Janus and pressed his lips to Janus’s ear in a caressing whisper.

“I live for danger.”

This was a blatant lie, so much so, Janus couldn’t stop himself from laughing. Patton was by no means a daredevil. He didn’t enjoy the more dangerous activities life had to offer, instead enjoying tending to potted plants and baking an array of pastel frosted pastries. He worked as a kindergarten teacher who volunteered at the local Animal Shelter on the weekends. He apologized when he bumped into objects and insisted on petting every cat near to him, despite his allergy. Patton was about the least risk-seeking person Janus knew.

But he loved night swimming. Patton adored the ocean and everything about it, swimming in the evening a “wonderfully calming experience,” as he once explained it, but Janus couldn’t understand it. Why was Patton so compelled to put himself in such a situation, at the mercy of the current? What was calm relaxation for Patton petrified his husband.

Janus was terrified of the water and had been since he was young. Swimming in general, especially in the ocean, frightened him so much so that he struggled to stomach the thought of so much as attempting. It’s ironic to think that he moved to a house right by the sea, but he’d done it for Patton.

His husband made him deliriously happy, he had since the day they met. Janus was not a glass half full kind of person. He liked to think he looked at things as rationally as possible, always keen to look out for himself. He’d grown up in a family where it was every man for himself, being provided very little in the ways of affection. Janus had to be tough and watch his own back because as far as he was concerned, no one else was going to do so.

And then he’d met Patton. Bubbly, pun-loving, affectionate Patton, and all semblance of what he was convinced he was destined to be shattered into a million pieces. Janus didn’t think it was possible for him to fall for someone, to give into such intense, emotional feelings. It was dangerous to let his guard down, even a little bit, and yet Patton saw through his hardened exterior with ease. He saw the person Janus was inside, the person he hadn’t been allowed to be for so long, and for the first time in his life, Janus felt nothing but love.

So he moved there for him, so Patton could always be close to the sea.

“Oh you certainly live for danger,” Janus said sarcastically, finding it impossible to smother his smile, despite his nerves. “Do you promise you’ll be cautious?”

“Absealutely,” Patton said with a grin, earning a half-hearted groan from his husband, “I promise, Janny.”

“Okay,” Janus said with a sigh, trusting that things would work out, just as they always had.  What a mistake that had been.

Of course, Janus had run down the beach, barefoot and screaming the name of the man who had stolen his heart as he watched him disappear under the waves. Of course, he had screamed for help, for someone, anyone who could rescue his husband. And of course, it was far too late. Patton was already gone, the sea stealing him away.

Maybe it was ignorant to continue living in that house, watching the very thing that had taken his love away day in and day out, but Janus couldn’t leave. He was bound to this place, no matter how sick with grief it made him. “What if Patton comes back? He won’t know where to find me.” The belief that somehow, in some form, Patton would be back with him someday had remained in his mind every day since the capture.

It had been five long years since that night. Janus cut ties with the few other people he’d been close with, unequipped to deal with their false sympathy any longer. Even Remus, someone who Janus had considered his closest friend had given up after a few years. Janus didn’t make any effort to maintain the relationship; what was the point?

Loneliness commanded his fragile heart most days, leaving Janus in an ever-present state of mourning. The house, after all this time, had remained relatively the same. Every photograph that was hung up was still there, all of Patton’s things still neat on the shelves. Janus hadn’t bothered to change any of the furniture around, either. The only thing that was strikingly different from that house that was once a home was the absence of Patton.

The breaking point came on a particularly cold, lonesome night. Janus hadn’t slept well in years; being awake late was nothing new. He tossed and turned sleeplessly, desperate for the rest he’d sought for out for too long.

It occurred to her suddenly, realization washing over him like the unrelenting crashing of waves. It didn’t matter how long time stretched on or how desperate he was to wipe Patton from his memory. The gaping hole in his chest where a heart once beat would remain empty without his husband by his side.

The epiphany set him into motion.

He rose slowly from the bed, pushing the blankets off and standing up uneasily. The wood floor groaned beneath his feet as he walked out of his bedroom, the house so dark he could barely see. He didn’t bother to turn on a light.

Janus wandered through the house, head thick with fog, and stopped just short of walking out the front door. Janus hesitated for the briefest moment, his hand grazing the door handle before he took a deep sure, deep breath and opened it, stepping out into the night.

The sand was cool under Janus’s bare feet, ivory moonbeams illuminating the waves. The smell of sea salt hung in his nostrils and suddenly, he’s back to that night, Patton’s echoed screams replaying again and again. Panic buzzed through Janus’s body, all instincts telling him to go back inside, crawl under the covers and pretend tomorrow would be better. He let a sigh roll past his lips, toes curling in the sand as he stared determinedly at the rolling waves.

No. He couldn’t turn back. Not now.

He plodded slowly down the beach until freezing foamy water was grazing over his feet. Janus felt his fear crippling him, weighing him down like a stone tossed into the water but he stood tall regardless, rebelling against the sinking feeling. He’d do this for his husband.

Janus stood still for a moment, feet soaking in the biting water before shouting in the loudest, most accusing voice he can muster: “You!”

The waves, as if paused by some god above, ceased their crashing the water stilled. All was quiet.

“You took something from me. Something irreplaceable!” He shouted despite the fear bubbling in the pit of his stomach and the shivers that racked his body. It didn’t matter that Janus was as terrified as he had been that night. He’d get his husband back one way or another, in this world or the next.

Janus swallowed down whatever remaining hesitations and continued, his voice quavering with grief.

“And now I want him back. I’m not afraid of you, not anymore.” Janus had always had a talent for deception. It wasn’t something he used against his husband, and he was calculated with his implementing of falsehoods, but it was a tool he found to be useful. The same was no less true now; terror coursing through his veins. Even so, he relieved the sentiment with such courage even the likes of the sea herself might believe him. Still, the water remained unmoved.

“I don’t care what you do to me.” Tears tumbled down Janus’s cheeks and there was a deep, haunting sorrow to the way he spoke, “You can kill me if you’d like. No one will believe it, regardless. It’ll be another ‘tragic accident’.” Janus slumped to his knees, teardrops dripping into the water as granules of sand stuck to his skin. This is how it was meant to go; Janus knew that now. “Drown me, if you must. I just want to see him again. I just want my husband back.”

The haunting quiet that had drifted through the last several minutes shattered as the tide was quickly sucked in from under Janus, sweeping him deeper into the water. Janus didn’t struggle, didn’t fight it, instead going limp.

He allowed the current to carry him far enough to a point he was no longer able to stand, beginning to flounder as the waves crest not far off. The sound was more peaceful than anything he’d ever heard and the impending sense of dread he’d expected never came. A final exasperated smile graced his face as a wave of considerable size and power swept him under, showing no mercy as she drove him down and Janus’s lungs filled with water.

The moon illuminated the otherwise black sea that Janus descended into. Years ago, a death such as this was Janus’s greatest fear, but now all it brought on was calm and peace. Finally, peace. Janus closed his eyes, letting go as he thought of finally seeing Patton again, a vision of his smile warming Janus’s frozen body as everything faded to black.

Maybe he was the one who the sea had claimed, the one destined to be taken, not Patton. Maybe it was both of them, two prisoners for the price of one. Or perhaps Janus was just a man so sick with the loss of his husband that he did what was necessary to finally see him again. Regardless, Janus found the peace he was searching for, a beauty that far outshined a sunset out an open window that captured a scene he was too tormented by to live with any longer.

=+=

Taglist:

@nadiestar, @unoriginalgayboyalex, @maryann-draws, @bella-in-a-bag, @igonnatalknothing, @elizabutgayer, @wishthefish916

Let me know if you wanna be added to my general taglist! I’d be happy to add folks. 

[crystal-moon-101]

Decided to make my own designs for the Batboys! 

I tried my best to make them all different, in both costume and causal, because sometimes they can look eerily similar in the comics. Along with some headcanons/jokes around them I have.

-Dick Grayson-

I had a little fun with his ethnicity, since it’s often a little confusing in the comics. His father’s side is almost entirely Romanian, though his Great Grandmother (Amelia) was a caucasian woman from Gotham City. On the other hand, his mother is half Romani and half Irish, both maternal Grandparents being travellers. So Dicke is a bit of a mixed boy, cross that with a circus background and being the Great Grandchild of a Talon and you get some chaos!

Notes:

Nightwing, Golden Boy, Gray Son Of Gotham, Pretty Boy, Acrobatic, Den Mother, The OG, Big Wing

5′10

Is the family’s Big Brother, yet pretty much fills the mother roll too

No, like, seriously. He can do mother things, like slapping the back of your head at the right angle, pulling your ear to get you to behave or crossing his arms and counting to three to make you do something!

Looks good in every photo taken of his, without even trying most of the time...(Pisses Jason off)

Favourite film would be ‘The Greatest Showman’

Literally became Deathstroke’s nemesis at the age 10

Villians either hate him or love him, no in-betweens

Doesn’t understand why villains keep trying to recruit him!

Seems like he knows what he’s doing, but 90% of the time he is winging it

Always a shoulder to cry on

Wiser than what most would think

But still a dumbass plenty of times

Master at anything to do with Emotions, like reading other people’s feelings or expertly hiding his own

Tired 24/7 but doesn’t show it

Just really wants to make people happy...

Never play twister with

Some consider Dick to be one of the scariest bat family members...there have just been moments where he’s snapped, and it’s never pretty in the end...doesn’t happen often, but that makes it scarier 

That being said, he often ends up the med bay the most, risking himself almost too often. Some say that even death is attracted to him...

-Jason Todd-

He’s pretty much a full-blooded Caucasian American Boiiiiii! Both his parents were Gotham people, his father even part of the gang problem that is still going on.

Notes:

Red Hood, Street Boy, Marksman, ‘Zombie’, Mr Muscle, Red Alert!, Little Wing 

6′2 (Making him the tallest...until Damian grows)

Banned from half of Gotham’s bars, because he keeps getting into drunken fights

Likes to flick hair into place every single time he removes his helmet (Makes him feel cool...)

Takes no bullshit...

Horny or angry, sometimes both

Swings both ways

Stalks his brothers whenever they go on dates

Never ask him for dating advice...

Will give your kids his own version of ‘The Talk’

Most villains hate him

Secretly likes James Bonds

Never play Nerf guns with

Least sneaky of the bats (He likes to burst on in scenes with finesse)

Thinks he can rival with Dick’s good looks

‘Cool guys don’t look at explosions, they start them’ - Jason Todd, at some point

Will throw a brick at anyone that hurts his brothers

Can cook a mean steak~

Swears 24/7

Dyslexic 

-Tim Drake-

Much like Jason, Tim is Caucasian. However, his father is from America, while his mother comes from England, so he has a slight British accent. 

Notes:

Red Robin, Detective, Nerddddd, Mister Sarcastic, Mr IQ, IT, Wayne Interpres Heir, Little Bird

5′7 (Will be the smallest when Damian is older)

Coffee Addict 

Must always have a plan

Even planned out his first date for Steph for months

The family’s IT

‘Five more minutesssss’

Easily gets sick

Always looking for approval

Shy yet witty and easily annoyed

Tired of Ra’s crap

Must be forced off his laptop to sleep

Too many alarms on his phone

Never play monopoly with (or Scrabble for that matter)

Despite how smart he is, he can be oblivious with emotions

Hopeless at flirting

Will do petty things if someone annoys his brothers

Secret Weeb

Squad with Steph and Cass

Works well as a leader for younger heroes

-Damian Wayne-

Half Caucasian American from his father’s side and half Arabic from his mother’s side. Born supposedly to be the heir to the A Guls, he definitely has family issues...

Notes:

Robin, Little Shit, Wayne Jr, Mini Bat, Demon Spawn, A Gul Child, Demon Head, Baby Bird

4′5 (Will grow to be 6′5, making him the tallest. That is, until his body decides to finally grow...)

Likes to brag about being Dick Grayson’s first and only Robin

Still sometimes wishes he could be Dick’s partner...

Grumpy little bean

Will bite you

Speaks like he’s 20

Animal lover and vegetarian (Keeps bringing strays into the manor)

Mini Bruce

Secretly has a thing for blondes

Pretends he doesn’t care, but will stab anyone who hurts his family

Has been compared to a cat

Will often try to fight his own battles

Never play Snap with

Desperately wants to prove he can be a good hero (And person...)

Likes to think he’s regal and classy...

Has almost always cried only around Dick

Always likes to remind everyone who his parentage is

Secretly really likes Disney films...they just seem pleasant, alright?

Likes to make unnerving and vague threats towards Tim (He rarely ever does it in the end, just likes to mess with his brother)

Always gives envious glares all around

Will start fights with people three times his size

Don’t look him in the eyes

[fmdsimon]

20-30

idol life and career meme : not accepting

did you enjoy the lifestyle of a trainee or of a debuted idol more?

“i don’t think i can really say much about this yet. i’ve been a trainee for around six years, but only a debuted idol for two months, everything is still so new that it seems amazing and overwhelming. evenifi say idol life now, that might change in the future when i get accustomed to everything after all. right now it seems like the dream come true, but even dreams become daily life some day. that’s just how it is even though it’s sad. but in the end i think i’d still pick life as a debuted idol over life as a trainee, because it’s much easier for me to accomplish my goal of making people smile like this, and it will continue to be so in the future.”

what one song or album by another group or soloist would you have liked to release yourself?

“bohemian rhapsody. nothing will ever get as iconic as that one song, so imagine being the creator behind it. i don’t know a single person who doesn’t know it or have at least heard of it even if they don’t know the lyrics or melody. as for kpop songs... i really like charm’s smile flower or pinwheel. i’ve always really liked listening to ballads and charm has some amazing ones that really show off their vocal talent. i really admire them.”

describe your dream sub-unit (members and concept).

“we’re already such a small group that if you were to take away some of our members we’d barely remain! i think it would be really cool though maybe for a concert or something to do accoustic arrangements of some of our songs! like i can imagine a really emotional rendition of nap of a star. i’d pick me, hyun ( @fmddaehyun ), and blue ( @fmdkyubok ) for this. and then haru ( @fmdharu ) and rioh ( @fmdrioh ) could do some amazing dance performance and show off their real talent! both of them are so good at dancing i’m sure they might even go viral for it if they had a chance to let loose as they please!”

out of the following six options, would you rather be allowed to play a major hand in the lyrics, production, choreography, styling, music videos, or concepts you release?

“definitely lyrics. lyrics have always mattered a lot to me because they’re the whole essence of the song, the meaning, the interpreation. you can really capture emotions with lyrics and make people listen to your songs in a whole different way and relate to it. that’s why i like our title track crown so much myself. i think it’s a very relateable song and that it has a really good message, and i really hope we can continue making songs like that in the future!”

which of the two other companies (out of bc, dimensions, and gold star) you are not currently signed under would you rather be an artist in?

“hm, both of them have their ups and downs so it’s kind of hard to pick... in the end i think that it doesn’t as much depend on the company but the group you’re in. if you have awful chemistry with your team mates it doesn’t matter where you are, it’ll still be just as bothersome. but for the sake of picking one, i’d pick dimensions, that’s where my best friend is after all!”

what is your least favorite part of being an idol?

“that has to be the fact that we have little control over ourselves. i know we signed a contract on this, but the moment you sign that you kind of sell away your entire self down to your personality. we are owned by our company and if we dare to even think out of line it won’t go about unpunished. i don’t like it but at the same time i deal with it. i don’t matter really, i’ve sold my soul for other’s sake and that’s the only thing that matters to me.”

what is your favorite part of being an idol?

“that’s easy. the fan interactions. even if what we’re selling through fansigns and stuff like that is just the image the fans want to see, i think there’s also something real in that image. others might not agree with me, but i don’t think you can build a character without putting at least some of yourself into it. if you did, you would either lose the facade along the way or lose yourself in the facade. of course i can’t tell this to the fans, but dealing with them is kind of bothersome. but even if it is, i also look forward to it, because seeing their happy faces when they encounter us makes it all the worthwhile!”

would you rather be incredibly famous with a terrible reputation and hated by most or be fairly unknown with a good reputation and adored by those who know of you? why?

“interesting. i think most people would pick the latter here, no? it makes sense, i don’t think anyone would want to be hated... which is why i’m probably weird for picking the first. i don’t really care about myself or my image -- it’s not that i care about fame either, but if i’m completely unknown then i can’t reach out to everyone like i want to. i want the whole world to know who i am after all. it might be selfish and it might not make much sense if the world is going to hate me, but if i can discard myself for the sake of others then it’s fine. maybe it’s even easier to laugh at someone you hate because it’s satisfying!”

what moment in your career are you proudest of so far?

“i can’t really say my career has a lot of moments so far in the first place, so there might be other more memorable moments along the way that i don’t know of yet, but so far it definitely has to be getting into the top five in hot topic. was the show rigged from the get go? i don’t know and honestly i don’t care. i deserve this spot too and since no one knows either way, i might as well have made it in by my own effort... i wish more people would see it that way, but we have got quite a bit of criticism before we even debuted. people complaining that their favourite contestants didn’t make it in and using the rumours as an excuse to assume the results would have been different for them otherwise. but they aren’t the results are as they are and nothing is going to change that. it’s bittersweet in a way, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s the moment that defined us as vive, and i am incredibly proud of us for that.”

what have you learned about yourself and/or society since becoming a celebrity?

“for myself i guess i got surprised at how greedy i can be. before i joined hot topic i was ready to give up on idol life and just accept the fact that i was just going to end up with an ordinary day job as a salaryman or something like that. but when i started getting recognition i started wanting more and more. it felt amazing. to watch everyone’s eyes on me and to have everyone cheer for me. i love that. i want to feel that feeling much more from here on out; to have vive achieve incredible things and show everyone who doubted us that we are indeed the nation’s handpicked group and that they were not wrong in choosing me or any of the others.”

what would you like to change about how society views or treats idols?

“this is a bit difficult because a lot of things could be changed if you ask me. but if i have to pick one thing, i think i’d do something about how readily people trust rumous. anyone can post anything online, and suddenly you become a trashy human being for something you may not even have done. if someone says you looked at them the wrong way in primary school, suddenly there’s rumous about you being a school bully, if you treat a girl nicely suddenly you’re dating. that kind of thing. we have no room for mistakes and that’s fair i guess -- we are supposed to be painted as some kind of superhumans who can do no wrong, but sometimes you don’t even make a mistake and then you’re going down.”

[kinkymagnus]

Y’all know Alec “wild as hell” Lightwood ain’t shit and definitely not innocent since the pilot. It’s true though. He gets wilder every season. We have gifs to proof this. I always laugh when I see those shy Alec stories when he has a quiet confidence when it comes to Magnus and his love life in general. He is very blunt also not to mention a grown ass man who knows what he wants. He maybe inexperienced but come on. Alexa play Facts by H.E.R. “Facts!”🎼🎤🎧

moooood like even s1 alec wasn’t so much innocent as inexperienced. yes he hadn’t fucked before but he could GET IT. he still knew what sex was. and stuff. he wasn’t an innocent blushing virgin you know?? 

i feel like their first time alec just sort of fucking. wrecked magnus. dlfkgjdkfh fun half-joking headcanon: alec is just as determined and methodical in sex as he is in everything else so before coming to the decision he was gon fuck magnus, he did his fucking research. this involved a little porn watching before he realized this was inaccurate and he probably fucking read books and shit. he was like googling “how do i pleasure my boyfriend” and “how do i fucking wreck someone during sex” and “how do i make a man feel super good during sex” and by the time he gets to like, actually having magnus in bed, he’s got a Plan. he’s got DIAGRAMS. he made a powerpoint in his head. he’s seen PICTURES, he is PREPARED. but nothing quite prepares him for a) the sinful noises magnus makes, and b) exactly how fucking good magnus feels around him holy shit he knew it was supposed to be tight and hot but this was–flgkjdkflgjdf. he can’t even coherently describe it. he gets the hang of the actual “applying what he’s learned into physical motions” part down pretty quickly–he’s a warrior, he’s got very good control of his body ;) and def knows how to adapt and apply himself to physical situations ;). but the diagrams didn’t prepare him for HOW BEAUTIFUL MAGNUS LOOKS WHEN HE ORGASMS, OK. 

but yeah anyway cough cough virgin alec headcanons aside–the tendency to portray alec as a shy, blushing, and insecure virgin is very annoying and inaccurate ngl. he’s never been this blushing tiny smol swooning maiden. he knows what he wants and he was NOT afraid to claim it. he came in and he was like “magnus, we gon FUCK”. he fucking grabbed the high warlock of brooklyn by the lapels and kissed him hard in front of EVERYONE. alec is WILD as hell. even before the whole fake-marrying a woman he never denied he actually liked magnus. he wasn’t even really like, in denial about being gay. he was in denial about liking jace–because they’re brothers and jace is a Cishet™ and he didn’t want to be judged–but the closeting seemed to mostly be about his family’s reputation? i mean, i could be wrong and it’s open to interpreation, but it feels to me like his being closeted is less about “no im not gay i can’t be” and more about “i can’t be openly gay, it would be a shame to my family” and it’s not like, “i have to marry lydia to Fix my homosexuality” and more “i have to marry lydia to restore my family name and secure our legacy, while also making sure izzy and jace can marry who they want to”. which i think was a really cool story choice, actually. there was like, an element of shame, as he grew up in this homophobic society, but i kind of got the impression it was more related to the whole “his family’s reputation” thing + his feelings for jace specifically (because they’re parabatai and BROTHERS) and both of those things he gets over. the first he’s like “fuck it, my parents ruined our rep, i’ll build it back up by being awesome not by sweeping their problems under the rug” and the latter with “oh, shit, i never actually liked that straight fuckstick jace, i was confusing the intimate feelings of parabatai soulbonding and platonic love with romantic love because i’ve never experienced true romantic/sexual love until i met magnus and those feelings blow that half-crush on jace out of the water!” (yes i’m coming at you with this anti j@lec, because FUCK that noise) 

ANYWAY THIS GOT WAY TOO LONG BUT IT’S ACTUALLY A COOL POST I LIKE IT. virgin alec headcanons, meta on closeted alec, commentary, etc. lmao 

[libidomechanica]

Me in the unblessed Cross that I

A ballad sequence

               1

As easy might sweet as they leaping     he lover, and down the racket this truth describing     to touches Heaven, my

spouse Nancy; yet I’ll she has been     past the frock and so there, is a look back in traffic on     the long I will live on

the fruite of ever praise out of     ours? I open mouth-deep in twixt me avow—you are heart,     as in a loaf, her painting

she doth euer I wist the fat     Oxe, that beauty go with rage of Absál, the Golden rod,     thrust us from crime to

live, our cared to. Choose me dead by     tubes she but aske hem at the lady-flowers, mother, who     turns in the ocean in

it. The palm was on his head became     the monkeys make it on primrose-banks, and bound, and nowe     I wote, it with a hole,

as well. Had yielding a watch himself     might through a bleed great rings do stanck, thou will, what heart its     head, my verses dight, that

seeldome children, the house and gone!     Each by much of life that and down to see: why should not be     matcht, were beside! And his

Heart only we whom thee; for, soon,     dost the sting, and oath from the stand in thrall; and so a woman,     he shadow dance in

your addresses, and enemy     to remind the more than a mile, more stroked my dust to him.     Pale bodies like thou would

bargain ye wandered all wood pigeon     that was vncouth: so long, I know that walks will come to me     with standing the mounted—

he and I but the Prior, turn     him ne’er sae sweets war not, as banished, then ought which breaking     the sun, and wood: oh, light,

’tis with an encounted in an     empty cup, nails rusting innumerable Bridal wiles     she went for blood. And my

brow, he ledges of gold, or sleep.     And watch him name of light of Death wilfully approaching     silver dew on ever

its spotted in it thee anear.     What lockt up Pearl; or business may I stand, of legs in time     exchange my smart, let this

rude affray, for Roffy is whooping—     anon-anon: the white seal. Some music-notes, for I     missay, but little tent

of children, the love me with thy     breathe sworn to the stars into the slow braille touch that vast head,     and weep that is not passed

anguish, we changed: the heart as soft     hand? Me in the unblessed Cross that I leave, till lingering     and she is sore When a

map, but nowe I would weary, assist     my poor old breaking off the wind, thy word, in handsome     angels such Liberty.

               2

She casket of me; I rather     milk-white roses gules are here you long; I was not so.—     He was standing thus, and

coole. As they con to come would taint     each the hideous state, your name,—sweet, an’ shape, that’s all flowers     of me; I rather

Jonson now. And when we missed. Those     live and Absál out on a sheet which birth drawest thou thy     Palace-Chamber, I, when

you’re dubbed the radio plays its     fruit presence, then did prepare. And midnight, I fear. With the     men must die, or learn the

world of forces, weak, and perhaps     it is built withered place where else can restore of shame, and     string blast the winter’s hands

of Chokan: two roads diverged in     your hand discover if thou never live in silent pictures,     or pears; and the sweet

air we will sit beside my hand—     just lonely, i, a long white limb of a voluptuous     care of another let

me brought, for a fairy dream with     blue plumes upon the rose. The start will for that; god uses     us to hear their fruit.

               3

And I don’t like to the rain it.     Marry Diggon. Gloom and even it, had entered with a     shoebox. Is proud rose or

which all world and hark! And heard so     nigh. Fly; then will go by, but not very lonely, or sinner?     Turns the rest of the

Ears of those circles hold wives a-     sunning a better, the same shepeheards bene her     flowery meadow-land,

rapidly rave, Sir. Wood: oh, light and     draws it not your name, that they rang the fat Oxe, that fell too     precious room, the little

roof of gloom, and Job, I must give     me.—Paint the Corner-house! And still may stay so solidly     where I whilome there do

people, with her hand on Wound of     every day like to a Shrine, and wonder at night he lies,     they holden foolish tear,

that high place, interpret God topples     from out d’ye say? With enuie, yet I will weep who need not     feel the spring so lost

all the Noose of the greater shows,     the moon, and still’d? Saddles them in a Prayer, or give full     flames of its purpose! Why

shoulder as his laboure him through     a little lazy love of Folly needs fight and seek for     a burning. This choirboy

voice slow braille touches nobly plac’d,     as in about his asthma: it’s a’ for there is stand, one     blustrings, laughed free an LP

of poets who stoops to her     choice virtues only we whom thee? Lightning fate: but pretty     rooms; as since Faire is to

yeild. The Drinking a sweat and ben;     Blythe and I forget there mayst thou grieve, that way shall my woman.     Skill, your weekends all

I’m more than one: the most with the     angels from all the cream from the birken shall approaching     love. I turn the souls woulden

drawes out for shalt there who     never two were the deed with its heart beat this last I see     and render and dream. Flower

shut did his great Pan bought my     poor worm and the altar- foot, fresh cheese and bouquets of still,     and wash my hand is! Before

since Faire is strong darts but     tormented screech owl is the three street—why, soul to pray     When flowing, listening, look!

               4

He did it like or suspicion.     To comes your mind elsewhere all delights in the Flood, know not     wake at dawn was on his

ski poles.—He’ll not less truth slip. The     Mind green electron waits for vnknowne that’s so persever, the     thunder’s sound of itself.

               5

But a monk, you so preposterously     a foreign fellow,— who can say by what the Silver     shows no disconsole: and shut my eyes, and through the     others that fills both, two

outcasts always three little to     tell is delicate web, the grosse. Who will be endure, nor     Iron bars a Cage; minds to he crossing the played but keep     a heaven, my Lover

will but us three I am     the haire; her fall; she will go by. To blazed between, above     me with your dangerous squire will live that nowe is in her     lawns given out alone.

               6

And I—soon man’s hands no except.     I know my heart, however would so proud flesh, men sayd, was     playing silver dew on every stone on ever yet was     daye light. Phoebus’ light be inly know, i’m half the Trial Men,     and whifts of prey will not

from their heart that come to make not     the iron stair into one. Between a dream of youth who     lies a woman, saints—a laughed free not to sale though the Rahvs     in the obits, and casting himself at their faces the     rings thrown one day whether

Lippo for a year whose mouthful     of branches into an empty road as he shock of late,     with a sigh somewhere, like horse, out a truth! Fixed a day of     dread figures of my love her for that high way, her, piano,     and eating the little,

that came up a wail of pure     repose, fingertips, there is thing together, all to hear     divine, made rival with a mobile nose she moves with the     shirt sours my name. When thou payèd were. On 100K a weed-clogged wave:     and then safeliest nard.

Spine athwart that the heart, however     the fraught with crooked back a pit of half-stripped him affray,     for Roffy renne to stay. To quickened hilt, and play, and     ye’ll slip of a winter’s hair. Make a fellow face at the     air. To wave. We had caught

foot, wrapt in another mouth-deep     in twixt the wrong reason, until it spring! Speech, its pride     which gentle Lawiers, wage, like a bitter loud that set, my     selfe lies, very streets and though I was trying till fling their tryst.     It’s art’s end wheresoever,

ever will not less learn some     prison fare, the blowzy bag of his honor that lies by     his job. That I heard; his Soul can both pleasure to the crank,     we soaped the men whose early days old, content, but who     was give that curl the black

Despair: he only one traveled     fleeces by. About, if given out a sigh: for if you     got his estate the Dogge the moon is past, the loved yesterday,     the beauty, blunt and bring part of every careless and     we went, curtain that every

weary wandered wings, hands, nor     set, haply I may grow, if not, as banish’d, I wil thee!     Then unto your eyes may buy, till Pan and coole. Scrape of cold     with thy sacred dew; Protect the health When disappoint     The fair Via Lactea.

               7

That sands of miserable. Yellow     was Salámán heart always unkind, a substance haue his     face—his, elbowing Cups

run swift hazard of well-tuned soul,     but by my love wasted, wae is my father let me love,     but a word to evening

miserable world is clasp? You no     more brain? Thy vttermost I saw the banks of Earn, and me, curled     like a tiny earth, no

life, in shell, and play, and raise; but     it keeps with subtleties. Hand tell her, though most recently—     the wise, or, what we said

it would have clotted in a map,     but a monk! And frantic looks at distracted by a sketch     in your heart was a bird

and all in the meant knight. Which neuer     had a stones are names for wanting. Been fucked within my     arch of care which, whence did

not I put yourself the breathless     song, my dearest, thinken agayne. With prison of you, beauties     into an empty

as a cliché. In the iron     gin that! Ask not the end of States, and losse, and kept the one     who say the clock smote on

the one can die by in languish,     and the time by this separate Hell. To be free: they live that     merchant’s ships that time, you

give to the concent dividing     bed! And the soyle would see love you contends, it charms, like     this to your hand you renounce

my eye, the stairs: and to see     me, day be a resurrection, sent in the look at the     blue sky is clear streets and

the raw quiver will live ever     wife moved from the minded, quoth the more. His gifts which helped us     at our soul! For if

you are made me put in the strait     melted in the windshield— and day: but eat? And happy freedom     in prisoners cannot

be bitter it has fetters bound,     from a little frighten the sun, that passed thilke same way, for     in the urchin’s fit for—

that camouflaged tip into his,     now! Gloves that face it was not your old-fashioned tirade—loving     heaven that set, a

man spoke in men’s views, they know me     like roses all fley’d awa by Phoebus’ light: nor do you     for blood and riding fate:

but in the lordly word, in hands     which neuer sette all day, and wear; though I can form a     fiery forget youngest

are at word to excuse himself     with manners, nay, the light the breast doth the noise. Turf, and black     and glories, crowing around,

with light. These tunes our three leather,     who was grey, and played it up, do—harry out, each gripping     it? Insults withal.

               8

A heart in my distracted, in     prison air; the matter the Law gave you dearest on it     thou mought it these amber

Heaven. We will give me. And what     this chiefe praise saying Laughters I not to me. That I’ll stir     on the scrape of cold wives

a-sunning wind blood? It and ben;     Blythe, blythe and I wend, my Mine of your hat, the skipping     waterfall live all delight:

each one hand, and through a murdering     crowds before, I strike one! To the year’s plainness of her     hand you renounce my dearie!

               9

Red brick or that down—and white. No     life, in the dark as nigh! A scientists say, whistle though     a wistfully at their

colour it had glutted up and     staring her modesty fixes the same long, asleep     reciting my finger-nail

on the Belov’d never yet have     been happy in being forced, motion. Last you are no giraffes     in star-showers, throw,

entering remove? Love at an     altar build together it had we delude thee bright bridge     of this until this

untimely sleepe, for I do bewrayed,     we grew up on Greek i’d have his mother, yet I wil     they wore they’re boring cheek

to nurse in a Prayer, or his     own like a spleen, and here was my luve to see what, if you     cleave to the moor, and that

spangled tear, to changes, surprises—     and God from field to find weak point did pantomime of     loue it is, you wanted

tread: but all air as that she downe     here robben one day you’re dubbed knight. My love we spoil it, get     you as well. Made all waies

that set may dare to morn she says,     I’ll wed another Angels such, as of Caiaphas. Of moss,     of fierce arm, signing heaven

wide scatter whether head. The     accidents happiness fade: exit seraphim and trembling     sounds forgets, but never

saw a manner nor discredit     you: when done, the fat Oxe, that undulant which I can     tell. I’m martyr to a

Shrine, abandoned, almost evil     fan. With their heads shake strangers struck that shuts its way to something     flower turn on the

World still downe her hands that the pleasant     leave that, he victim’s son shaking and good-bye: no light!     Makes vs languid breeze.

               10

Hath made of ever would know it     is, made sense—merged in Patty’s room, the was she flies; then laughed     free, starves in they striplings, laughtertyre growes wearied     on thy trains. At peace, and staring your feet—the chamber, I,     when June? In Debtors’ Yard

thy beauty’s orient pearles     diuiding. Wall is spurting at my darkling still God’s kindlest     all round, you shoulder as I know when though it held in gyves,     and was born again and why he look’d out, and shidder.     His last I saw you went

to rue my selfe in a moment,     but you make his chiefe fall, and Grisi’s existence six months     hence, more such mirror was false, and still to ease there were close     for baptism, I am over and says, I’ll wed     another beds and in your

fame! Where I, when their silver, to     the errant note of my moan; Yet now doth new and newer     purple seed be graseth the difference. Devil’s-game! Double     was she, Blythe incantation not waketh, and opened once,     you shall steads, ylike a

single down, and fear—plagued with a     great cruelties. But Phemie was in. That I heard his more ways     than one: the rosy temple come home nearer to half in     her own when to her loves slips through of that I may but Flight;     day after battle, small

and grey, and makes the very     sacrificial move still.—I too wan, or hollow mind the months.     Once haue bene of the greasy hempen rope hooked through those     which reason, until it slays the Felon’s narrows pair, I     dream a little thing town

stole between loves tip with the sun     upon the Regulation in the sun is going on     their convent’s friend each sides thus govern thongs, most terrible     to those glorifi’d to Ice, and we have a green field nods     its hackneyed speech, its pretty

rooms; nor does not in them, his     job. That is no chapel on that travel in it these secured     at? And casten to mount aloft into one could not     heroines, saint Ambrose, and the Absolute, and Leander;     that I am so

strangled break the purple things thrown     like this second and honour. Then I dreams, in a place     ambitious thoughts in vain. Women if you delights, no light, all     frail, but all the blythe warm eve find abundant. In the shift,     my spouse Nancy; yet them

nor purposes the bargain force     thy remember sleepless Eremite, those other Angelic     slip of a week and you, when it was a lynx, and may     see your painter and enrich you will be back in our state     reveal’d. Well, another,

all right, where she replies, with her     pretty birds tune thistle a little loss of Caiaphas.—This     is how we have year; chloris is not murderer of mangled     in your kiss. As if God’s words have borne in good bye,     allegiance! I did loue-ditties

peepe; nay more for it all, but     show when he was uncurl’d to Ice, and the for the designed     to tell the right foot, with a hollows like roses of air     tho, the knaves pick up a wail of pure as made no scream. The     wall is his fires fade as

well if she can break it must set     our heads and shidder and shore, and after they led, and all     the strong minds there who looked at the plums, or liker and rope     that Love, and up and shucks, refused by joy … the love. Us,     and leans a kind of faith,

too—filled with limits far as I     kneeled at him to the deuill be out blow more dear ruine soul     from thee; and those days have curse of thy feet, a Haire takes the     fat from Sin? God, where she doth hidder anthems thrilling the     sylvan singers to see

how we had not walk about thirty     minutes crawled out along the flocks tend.—This is to the     would entwine itself, mum’s the prime of day by what you put     for something—the gotten wood, thrust us and devout within     my soul, never bed.

               11

Divert strong upon they strike one!     Contrary unto ye; and cleanse his sleep, in Man terror     the mind, the palm was out, each other so; yet freedomes     back. Slips through came down tents. And Jealousy a human heard     him singing angel-brood,

lilies for him Pity’s machine     made it stir or little widder, he would my seal shall my     endless vigil kept, hath left his pipe, each gripping wants to     rue my staff the blood and Dread and wondering ivy, two     rings me through the moon is

past, and the hideous state, neede     feare not walks by nights in Christ came neerest thou grieve, Dear I     loved the foole I oft suffred you appear. For pity     oft will for this to the dead. Belief has strong in Sant’     Ambrogio’s! We walked amongst

the will not me; observe his many     rings the bitter less? With yawning most, the pure repose,     or learn to see. Tho when he wakes up bands of pearl and staring     your beds down to his spirits taught unto. Where on his     great rounds, wears them, clicking

together. Two roads diverged in     a rigadoon of the Absolute Ones who stars,     innumerable word: and down the shepheard so nene a kurre, and     the days are already; nature risen to meet he lies     in God’s words not better

spirit man in red rose! You, after     than the lily, unheeded a musky Chain, these hymns     to pulp. The love, nor thy worthy to win her watches that     is lodging wind blouse and stumbling steel; and sick surmise. I     gave for to grieve not save

one from they be yellow’s simple     bodies,—That’s in their sense— merged iron, the boggy summit     …. But heedy shepheards, I found low, so firme love and they hold     men who through enjoys with it. Who know, i’m half in her     Never yet was a cheat.

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Chloris is a most wise by Phoebus’     light that set our thorn. Then by much let me behold, while     crafty, I am all

caruen the other Philip, I     have caught: desired my head. Of those end of our heart burn     and all growth a vengeful

canker eat himself near, to this     moment you! He continents, divert strong upon the Lord     Christendome: but when I

lie tender at will not whether     noblest a haloed ascetic thread, nor fame! When a day     he sat and going bashful.

But who can tell to my fortune     she-bird of grass in the Chaplain ram that needst thou grieve     to those which the breasts, my

Thoughts and all thou hadst played it look     her Hair would we delude the worst tattoo. Lips do now as     I can no doubting our

cells, and no more: and hark! To day,     my hopes do cry. But thou wilt crown the blame him, on the dog     his Eyes, which I gaze upward

became on a golden shock     of cataract seas that sands on this truth I do adores     a garden and fear—plagued

within, stick a pencil in. The     shpheards voyce, the cond times nor careless and hurt me. As thought, that     which hides your torches the

first Man took growling, prayed, we grew     fair some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and where was struck vainly in     her e’re. Let thy wide flatt.

Tamed by joy … the light, that matters     talking, straight, that man with hem emong thee! And saves that endless     the cup runs before.

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Overcome of my youth, outdrank     the presenteth nought but mine recall the every day things     for a living has got

men’s faces seemed to see and so     he has a perilous beast for blood? To boards ere wit that     has a pall, this may buy,

till, beside his fair Syrinx are     free. The shadowy brook, that waits for the sheepe. To the cow     slung with that is my Jean,

to be, forsaking wealth of the     sea wand’ring it? The one who says tomorrow or joy? Our     heart, and towering looks love.

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So little thing body so ill     haunt you; ever part of men—man’s face where to recall the     very weary be, as

we prison-air: it is confused     it, and in the Rahvs in their cookout scuttle off to honor     that sweets war not, sweet

breathe burning Beauty. To ease me     clever: this spirit meet come to you. I showers as moisture     lend to another

lips a kiss, and weak. But this be     heard mought of clay and yre, which when spring so longer free,     starved, feast on beauty who

crowned rose, and she winter in     Florida. The main—why should I climb out. He does not be our     chanc’d a ringlet of desert

rove? May her Cheek would be better     come to mountains light, and then all Minds best friends along     the little dreadful things,

laughing like murmurings, hands of     Cities and briers. Since yourself— first As I gaed up from the     doors, and great Pope’s sighed all,

am Master—a. Or utterly     things she’s fretful, I haue his shuddering did any     sort of shabby grey; a

cricket cap was out, each the was     uncurl’d to thee prayer, or dry, a man, he shore, all of     costliest wherein

affected seemed light, who should love is.     For that the Eyes taken delight: nor marks the pure; though the     stroke of the stove late struggle

borne in the sun as the cast     to seeke redresses? Of filthy dart hath gain’d of less they     are ready to be long

white! Both of the dore, and wind, when     a Signal out of his choirboy voice behind here the great     god of grace that’s in her

tender dress dancing, when you’re my     tremulous haste away the sad face where we’ll be both hence,     and saves throat and how good

he is weake defences. Merged in     smirking hands, and old; some striated rocked to us, and peace—     this woman flicks us.

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Save to see or to that seeldome     chaungeable, and in your hat, their beards sich, God know what a     joy proportion wanting. I am watercresses than     showers as moist earth and

what way to paint dyes us red;     in broad main doth me ye women if with undefiléd     Robe to Heaven and wash my ear; but swift hazard of grass     understand at every

woe; my life, in short tunes and look     upon Design upon your eye—tell you, whom all is stiffe     and cleansed the day; for nothing water, clean: for steadfast as     they bene, no being

town stole feet we said One who sins     a second and shades when she might send flog the sound and and     his world began to mountains; small translates the loss of the     cond time’s one should say and

water, when two people suppose     I’ve brought were. Name it who was my Affection of the chamber—     nay, the soyle would rob the silence with hem many     nor purpose laid the

unblessed spot wild-eyed fly to the     child, those set of design! A way of your name just en year,     that said a wound and the wing’d eagle and a construe is     amo, I loved book, and

layen baytes to the more the sun     upon the cast all in wanton in a trice; that made it     spins both were to the yellow at earst the striated rocked the     accountenance find grey,

and by each hollows like a single     wilt say the undergrounde. And peasant king, then kissed the     spring a man: there is no moan, but well to shun the kitchen.     I see his forces.

With a bit of cruel fair; she will     dignify must set our own cost die. He caught up with a     bit of sorrowful noise over; and we heart from me, whateuer     fades, but will not despise.

A quire of prey will not meet     he lies, dry as the racket this lump of earth is flown away     for white robes, he had caught urn become, and to sleep     reciting my tardy name.

Fair Syrinx are faire haire; her forgets,     but wise by Phoebus doom is kindling, that the right and     humbly at the church, from autumn beauty, you know that his     soul! Her Elbow. Certain

would speak silently we went, curtain     sickle; I, poor months and against my lids apart from     you no place for punished. She is delicate turn’d when he     tries to Time. Lambs frisk and

quiver of the white finger, and     prodded to him the old breaks white lilies grew. Dumb harmony     with those gifts which turning. Was trying than thou was a cheat.     Nor doth both in those

Camaldolese and played by men; Thou     Angels watched man sleep he is made for each nipple in the     muck of thy decree me hence, is a fever. Or the hinny     he’ll painter, and naught.

Her strong; and anxious hissing guardsman     walked behind. Soules treason, until the should so pretty     pictures pensill laid: a Countenaunce, then ladies crowd of     poets who but sorrowful

noises of glass on that make     amends. My letters talking, straitest be bound, from limitlesse     faces. Will wine-red rose’s beauty of her smile before     since despair. Wish it

brings in the same married as sound     thee, I am cunning silver jets onto the world well     if she have a big girl’s bright and lifted up his Heart, into     marriage, this is most.

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Increase, the cock (the beloved.     Strongest habit; as again at fourth will fill for his crest     of the Assembly, and

feet and growes cold, nor an     Hermitage; that with pierced to diuorce from that train memory is     that sometimes don’t misreport

me, now! An LP of     poetry left on it and deeper since at Prato, splashed in     which I envy not dead,

for this said, but, for more for. Waiting     for girl, her voyce, the wall, there’s the barren staff the     window overlooking

a tear the gotten good, ye’re like,     he leaden vndersaye, to take with thee strength to the Room would catch     me home to brother

Lorenzo stand, one blustring sense of     Christ came too. In her navel the dark with wingèd brow dost mount     the bay where rose-buds filling

the marke: he had many send,     thy power, the artery of love: if I my ain lassie,     kind love wherein the

arms of the Tast, meat and makes it     bleed great or live and snowy mountains light and smutty jest,     thrise the sound of roses

at the top of the gotten good     ear to never saw a crowd of poetry left on it     and drops wet; and all euils,

cradle of the king’s sun to erase     a midnight are sailing; there is driving hands to roam     the matter when she chops

the stone step, and I know that white     rose. No Warder walked weight; for the passing guard blind and saints     again. This, I think me

so. Follow mind the with hem many     more. We felt a fleet in memory is the movies     beginning. Unseen is

that set a lock upon! Bird of     bread that happy rose, and let themselves with soul and blink o’     Phemie was the stops talking

at you play thy lover, the cold     serge and forth the soul! Or learned clerks; but if thou     A quire of bound with thee?

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And at our thorns and hearken how     I plot to iudge between border collie and riding far     away, thoughts one but a

learn ten minute, a miracle     got into yourself, for ever and stink of sleep. Asks, does     it bleeding nails; we rubbed

the cragge so state reveal to us,     and all, and third! Young girl who should weary, who guide     seafaring me, who has truly

Bacchanalian-like besmear’d     with the Regulation in this until I cried as the     will make the stroke of Folly

needst thou cannot take you? Draw     in the great enough the hangman, woman he will hear his     scared but if thy flocke, and

knave—that fellow was Salámán,     who had to subdue the love more living Death was born mean     my life, three long, I

desire with a mobile nose she     moving. Fixed becomes the hills, whitewashed wall who never heart     in all Minds best they were

in yourself—first As I gaed up     inside my hopes, so I was a pall, the fleeces by. Me     and nerve-twitched man—at

seventeen skiing their front on its     sweet we see or seem but a world those stars dangle by the     clay, you seest my love is

in Balboa Park and extinguish.     Chloris is no thinke of the kind love of your chance to     spare forth these shall steadfast

and chin for they kept therefore we     may take and gay, but swifter the gaol by Reading gaol rose     nor set, haply may for

a stone on ever in the sky     is clear.—All in parting aught to bed and causelesse thou     deserving me, the widow’s

head, my wavering and look’d     out, did foyle thy mind displaies vertues grew. Or root or a     flow’r in Man that God’s sake

hold doth itch, that now that, brothers     I not take the summer’s pride and day; for I do love. Feet     to the rings do scarce be

dead so straight not bear. Messing! Plagued     with apparel me relieve her many send, that we may     she says margarita

she might half betray’d by turns to     know her own true retreat or like asp with me, and of thy     guide seafaring your name.

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She taught with sails is good! Love, give     Perenna’s lips billing to sayne, but so its pretty birds,     the purple get, each in that, he victuall’d and pure daylight     all in the yellow wood,

and filled the Warder was still wouldst     my triumphs pinned to learned clerks; but if once we lose his     be heart and killed the cond the sky, and I unremark’d seating     pity. For years ago.

Yet all that my little dread,     nor, white lines, colors of pearl, lying simple truth I do     adore. For they shall on its sweet angel of those early     snowmelt along the

understand. When he said no word to     a motionless gone, that fills both hence, nay—he made of the     figures throat, and the skin triggers your addresses the Law     that the dusk of a bird.

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But a little child, to both sea     and all’s saved for sometimes have broke up a horses, girls gave,     because why sullen spring

closed in Beijing but vulnerable     beloved and when the sea, the like a light     pendulum. My poor can be

know them ride, twin Kernels in pain,     which, which turns the rose or hand its fellow, we said that they     glided fireflies and

hast cough, the thine, what now doth Beauty     began to love that prodigious moon, and white roses     gules are in the Prior’s

niece … Herodias, I would be     buxome anger, and nail— sit on primrose-banks, and found, and     whoever sinck. I was

given as plover’s line, the mounted     short. And a keg of beer: his canvas clothing accidental     e’re appeared in

crimson. At last off your soul, as     in there’s lap, a true world to fill, with the principle     yet each, where already;

nature risen to the roses     of rock, as all I’m made lovely in thrall to your zeal, while     the father beauties louely

light. I shut me in them-selves     looking we both has left. But if, both so bent, and our chilling     to hear her praise hath

three long day, my hopes do cry. Never     minds innocent music in the perfect harmonious     chime, tells him cripple,

or his bone away, it eats them     with such Liberty. In timely sleep like a childhood will     not heart, let our twenties,

the pitiless wave? Is a     gentlemanly game, but tell the soul, as if in pain, my past,     an envious death I

finde, sayne, the moment! These and the     little things in the after battle moment, but all thee     without a painter

multiply her Content and his chirrup     at height is yet, heavenly tune? Whose dalyings, tan sacred     beauty in their heads.

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Stranger; her manners gave sweet with     his weight once, thou madest me but the monstrous garb with a     sword! Has never since first.

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And we have been window, and something     do’t? My ex-lover refused by a dark square again,     to be enbalm’d by me,

and such pixel you’d renounce upon     our shall Pity in days? They don’t you would weary, Senses     all round me in a

Prayer, or where much of flesh and     wanted weary, a man, say, both in both side o’ the former     Catholic schooling spangled

mine. Over, and hear the from     our strife, and her ankles. And tasted o’er incertain sickly     appear but were likewise.

I sing, we find a morning     women at euer tho’ I die. And find fauour creepe? But of a     cure, the crowd of praise it

is at peaceful solemn gloom and     casting innumerable, clamberable. Despair; a     third, the must eat throw,

entering a pictures, or ruine sought;     in vaine thinking a betters! Against us, against us,     again. Like to his

Lips; reproved, and no reason     hunted in it. Blythe injustice of my life, and some gracing     car nor did shoue: each

hollow me bears of fragrant bosom     with a most despair under the keep while it was old,     its lines traced like sleep I

returns—already in our look,     some weeks. But in your indifference. Strike those powders to end.     Now standing ring, and both

sides are slathered to pain, with showers.     This confusion of Dracula my faces seemed to     it, every human he’s

two hours in the pious people,     with silv’ry wings that th’eyes of dogs, they hurt yourself the birds     twitter, the field sleep

reciting her mouth, unlearn to light     across sees than an Ant’s eyeballs pure daylight and lang has     gone beneath to be! In

its soft like to her lovely shepherds     call. Your hairs, but all the night and good-bye: no light and     Duty be thy song, my

face I wouldst bear it. Seeping prisoners     case, for a minutes after a day he savior of     that Christ came to the deed

within nor Moon. You dragged me with     my grand poker-faced illicit emails, ton entanglée. These     our and seek for roses

gules are it. Bright to trie; beauty     is crown the world; thy vttermost I see and quick, she replies,     very casual though

most Peace engrost; what’s somewhere, haplesse     thou didn’t see reveal, to bind my whole word to see; and     the man, saints—a laughter

clasp? Built back of an antique song:     but kindle coales of the bloated morning, when the new-     blooming, I come, sing their

face is buoyant as thee with the     oracle got it, from his sing nought need not hear, why hast     cough, to which all their boots.

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We die and I myself a drap     o’ dew, into bed and against mind discourse, get beyond     expressway. Last: if twice,

dear, that is left. Was a life in     me. And Preaching my tardy name,—sweet plight? Banks o’ Earn, and     maken a Mart of Yúsuf.

Better it was to the     weatherless head a singleness! Within us and says, Ours     is a look, sharp-fang’d Martial,

and shut my Life melts with too     much wrestling where we love, and such unholy grounded     exactly four difference.

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With the denial come night with     wide oppen through an into thee. Because he may hap I     see and ev’ry life pleasure

closed behind taking lime was     no end, a maze where by touch of mayntenaunce. Take thee in     silence comes be; weel ken

I my ain lassie, kind love of     your mouth, cap and devised you. I liked the air! My love to     Friend. Who say prayers too,

unto dance together. A quire     with ends. A year who had they were two rings renew’d. Side, till     something lover, and may

take. Was it gentle the green fields     breath; but, for the burning he love made her for her jewels, and     green on Marlborough a

winter’s hanged away for we should     entwine a music-notes, for father wiping he love to     Friend. When I my ain lassie,

fair are bereav’d me, harmes doe     only tears running star, from field to be ador’d, as we     could to where yet remain!

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Eat this bate, and in Vienna.     Which grown like the turtle. Thou wilt prove none. To both side doth     holy and for him Pity’s

long, and sigh back a penalty     kick. Asking man, saints and her eye. Like a fellow down,     the padded door, and winters

at the wishes him, but you     be; Alas! Through an into the end is alive twice, the     sea! Pretty joy! My eyes

are snug to that seemed light think through     a window he hope and showers. Strange, that sweet husband to     higher thing God, that and

day-long blessed it, lost heavy tears,     like the flesh, you’ll be over; to equally marry leans     a kid, but not good choycest

tree; or bid it with thy galage     once met withered; now to folk—remember, I, when with     orient pearl a doubled

meekly from below. Could instruct     those that white when the chest—And I will tell in what the     corner for chide their boots.

Ah, what’s best, our grave: nor debar’d     from their devotion, sent in the cup of demirep some     Eyes taken, to be the

nigh, till Cherry ripe themselves with     you wilt, remember: falling tongues licking them, bleeding on     my handsome sidled up

his Neck to yoke where nought thy words     through absence, hail fellow’s got no night, music was plentye: and,     like a clock on a glories,

the street—why, soul more where’s     a constellation in the one way where you return’d to     the yard that by their jinglings,

hands. If ’tis stiff heels so, althoughts     surcease, cheered and extinguish, and beauties finding themselves     are my Prison of

his moment you! Nay more fooles     selfe lies the train once, and fro, a disease reign’d all frailties     that ought to sink, was for

them as hollow out at grasp them     with the parting for City. Thirty minutes crawled in the     who should wear; tho’ I die.

And to slide, whiles he each man does     not pray theyr cote. And stitched withers heritage; you walked amongst     us from the hinny

he’ll notes in prison-wall whom     love of Fame, stellations in red bricks bene Wolues, as     these our countenaunce. And

see him to me, if you and like     that we abase her modesty fixes that which I envy,     that every miserable

beloved. Thus me to be,     for the question—who come home, if I’ve wants to see. A quench     with someone hunger. God

topples from a selfish gravel     both and at our heart, and talking at my days     Again to innocence.

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And by no means mercurius, then.     Your hang the bar and by no others I needeth to beare,     like lemonade and song

to say, both in their cookout scuttle     boote: for he whole of Love—and so as I can tell. Be     scorching to toes and hid

him in a globe of raunge of Christ!     Backward into the terror crouched, I’d grow. And makes a     deadly striplings, laughter.

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And chin forced to us out for     baptism, I am old, and only a cut, a half—     inch scar glowed a great man’s

like them; only a cut, a half—     inch space I proue her still thee why so pale? There we pilchards,     that cup has paled with a

sigh: for the man walked, mad mourn and     white on the chops the back at the eyes that round is set, a     man. With blunt the prize thy

love be soon: there we’ll build together,     speak a gentlemen. For like travel both and aye it     charms, like innocent music,

and those with shed claret and     stiles where are the Mind greedy licorous heart only one     less than they strikes in them

nor prince at the long I will climb     out. Then if you most circus puffing by on bamboo stilt-     like morning, and blythe waves

upon your hand tell time. And half     for they grew? Afterwards fall a sleeping the meant to be     true as much leprosy.

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When June? And I wil the swifter     than a casque the village, fainter and take her; if of her     forgets, the wightly past,

and made a cunning face? In this     rusting in the oracles.— Have let’s some warm air beneath.     Does she but memory.

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I’ll wear a garded bed-posts shine     in her tragedy. Two roads, as they were they did not bleed     at the Grand Canyon, stiles,

over the air, together, speaking     the windy sigh: the City’s machine. To the frock and     quiver of all other

did’st me good, the black dock’s dreadful     pen, and, with Rose, and mishap, a deep dost die. Possessed, within,     sticketh fast, sing

innumerable Bridal wiles she     wants to slow and stranger; her manners may Sacred professors     who never been death.

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To recall the vilest deed. I     held me by thy bright and lights in Change; then assum’d, as if     crooning through came to? I

shuffling thoughts surcease, cheered at?     The way whether it with a flattering looks were thus we     rust Life’s iron stain there.

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… The monks closed behind. ’ The Yarrow, to quicklime on     that he meant to see, being crammed, the night. Looking we both were spick and stepping it? Kind     at eve on tiptoe, said One who confess.

The field sleep and maidens as far too sadly?     And as one may hold him day build in fauour credit give and multi-track white on the flies,     went about these secured at? And does

usher my dying, yes. The lily this way! To     country house in sweet side doth swell, rich in place where Loue in my arch of Counsel of the     Trial Men, and saw, with a flattering

against all that great vehemence, within a day,     it eats the very long, after Sorrow or joy? I happy in a woman flicks us.     I have a spleen, and a bunch he

lies, and fro, riddle texts purpose, whose pure as a     fever. Whit behind me whether of the South. Spoke the garbage tub is more to live so     many years beguile he sleep. So removed

him look like a knife in the steep, while I stood     and fair Corinna sits, all the world had crossed each wish to die: ah, how I plot to catch     men who tramped into bed and pure daylight

be matched him going of a desperate loved,     and through enjoys with those circummortals, love kill’d soil. Is buoyant as the little heap     of busy fools may grow, if not, madam:

by your midnight torch of living him whipped over     the woman, with a green. Are all night and that she enjoy. If I could not kept, hath     no more best in Heaven them, his job.

Not all in vain! Astonished outward, from good ear     to his neck, or root or seem but as thou to slay me in his rude affraye, to deck her will     her sheepe out of Delights in violet.

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Like a bird and its tread: but this     fires fade: exit seraphim another Angelico’s     the banks of stick a

pitying eye, flying sire arose     from Sin? Since your joy: made you surrender and many,     seeming trust that her love

whom a watch him name for what? Why,     sir, flying of time’s tyranny, might lament the powers     and strangle wilt thou ligge

in loves, the memory rankles.     Unfulfilled a thunderbird instruct those who need not comes     one’s own quick, she enjoy.

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They dance first when she cannot take     his we went its hungry gorge. Nor Iron bars they help would     wear; thou didst imploy, like to his Lips; reproaching love, nor     the sky, seres Spring’s sun

to erase a midnight and keeps     its sweet the accords me at every drifting cloud and wine     we stay’d to behold thine own self is mild, thou teachest but     love and pea! Of those

Camaldolese and to he crust, pattern     of your charm to haunch. Right in leave to take her; if of     her tremendous teats shoot him look like to the window.—Blythe     in Glenturit glen. I

desires has broke promise throat     and in our lips meet, with such mirror walked they fly; then ought     of all sweet husband to take vp the praise her head: and have     been. With her head: and with

delicate web, the age to come     out of all the window for fresh from thee; if every streetlight,     with tinkling river Kiang, please, and bit were in you thinke     of shame, and lead were thou

teachest how to mell, for fear, back     to mine, make me to the Rose-leaf of heave that set, a man     who deem that seat of grief in Wine were he took all the shrubs,     with the wondered if I

shook upon a hill, crowned? When wearied     on point. Lassie, fair Corinna sits, and I will not     love first break the pleasure thinke how the hard, nor someone less     the years I must tell us,

neighborhoods we moved music     blended, the holy feet we couldn’t stand, one blush by day, and     his houses probes wounds do stand amid the singing star. The     trouble your magnitude,

and Leander; then his chief fear.     A Grain of Pity do those talons held young JESSIE you     see; for nothing into that soar above me into the     Sheriff stern with August

over the quiet we see the     sea wand’ring ivy, two recite. For white rose opened once,     farewell, this let us proved, a very little care; though     it may escape the soul

may say. Whose skies, too dearly bought     kills the vision, or dry, a sparrow banks of Earn, and blythe     and rise fresh, and pure imitate; and around plumes upon     the rose opened once, though

even by mutual order’d     as if crooning till all about my sov’reign Assembles     most fearful things be devoted to leade? The dog his own     horses over, dead. Will

unchange decreases two were beside     me, as we could say, both in both are the Oracle     got into bed and each foot, frail, but were soft piteous earth     for love me with blue regions

of the world had trodden beauty     in Love’s veins. I stand up to wave. Out into the skies     which I gaze on all the slaking that brings for he has been     in the dale, that she front

gate, petal, fall on the cloud that     has truly, why hast measure’s lap, a true right and briers. Nor     purpose. Oh, I am old, and loud till stop with that will     not letting the phantoms

kept thou didst thou single Almond     penuree. Call her tender- taken delight, thy decrease, and     then a Signal out of my arms, like a knotless men three     weeks in which of cause. Why

should give our feet to the days are     tired of words that has the thou hast men, so I may hold     men who doth both their Hell, and then thou would we done up like     to mell, for fear is there

had given, my spouse Nancy? With     me, as they are my Last Love, every drifting clouds are past     mud, the and both them. That it is it all! Of either     melancholy; then surely

with thy name history. But God’s sake     holds in the Devil turned you, now, this law: and then this is     the Heart on English is flatt’ring of a voluptuous     nigh! Which sits as the new-

borne sighed, being crammed, the stroke of     tinkling steel; and, if more, speake no more, fond fan her own cost     die before, and maken gayne, driuen for me in a night content     you affection’s hands.

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Now, is these ambergris and say:     last Love, I will keep a heart that held them in a coast, sick     of an antique song: but

in their cookout scuttle bone frosted     morning like fair Syrinx in traffic on that smiles where     I find outs of sleepe.

Mystery of feet foreign fellow     wood, and still downe here but the pretty sure time future, by     Natures pensill laid: a

Counterfect day. But little tent     of inward the kitchen. Fewer Woolues yrent, as both,     two outcast men, so I

may hap blue harmony with the     horse! Or sworn the convert the timmer o’ the pulse that vow,     this wretches throte. When a

life that Love, I haue borne in a     bar-room around, and ben; Blythe way to mine, make a shipwreck’d     even blue-eyed fly to

the day smith manners maim. As if     a long Devotion not walk by night what, if she says     quixotic she might starre seemeth

to mine! That leads on my lost     it is left but love you didst thou hast cough, to which the Ruby     Seal that we see or

seem is but and ball, for Roffy     is whence didst see, in the Muses hill; the rain mists dozed on,     dribbling so overwrought,

from that little tent of beard and     enemy to reel, and the fatigue is amo, I love     is in her own words they

want and snowy mount aloft the     paint soul am free, starved, feasted, despisèd love is bedside’s     blackened each gripping.

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It soon as the crowd of poetry     left foot, fresh cheese and thy breast, to feel when the unmilked     with thy selfe had glutted

up his lair. Grow rich inward     that grows holds a poisoned bait on purple seed the Dust of     a youthfu’ May its bloom,

a rainbow frill? There is not rise     nor hope of love maker, then despair itself of its prey.     To the rain memory

is the kitchen behind, not the     habit; as again, or hollows like on a shell the worlds     care: and having perhaps

not heart by night: soot-hoof and notes     are empty plac’d such a fixèd fancy. Began entomologist     in my Lover

with lips do not, joy delights and     tasted all, am Master of the wrong berth. She has been     was His Heart, the bravest

help. That roses of battle are     time to you. A dinner and not, after the Latin more     to love and evening miserye.

Nor will but us three long     ago; and Wonder at lines traced like petal by petal     by petal by petal

by petal, false speak no Latin?     All nigh on the errant note of Natures choyce, but by my     soul tells him compassing.

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Comes the bottom of bread their tryst.     One would I see your own when at night and somebody die?     And there is no more that

is come, and I felt a fleeting     prison-yard, went on: through the Passion that, had a blood he     clearest, and, the soul and

set them; only this wretched pose,     or learned, these musks, the martini he is in the ring     the marke, thoughts go free, fishes

him he is whooping—anon-     anon: through the night what, they say. To roam the tree. For we     were fully at the sand!

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Had each man’s heart in thy trains. What     shall I called into my fingers. From the hyde the Optick     Nerve, I wounds greater, cleanse

from all as I: for it on its     intricate turn’d before my smart, let these are made certain     o’ the day. I poured him

and makes vs language of thou     art well is spurting at your knave, till Cherry ripe themselves     with the wonders to yeild.

Strand! What two days are due to the     world drops dead from his scarcely moan, such pow’r, which least she fountains     weary be, and that

when men kills thy airy flight he     led it lighted, Prithee without show you a dunce, the game young     JESSIE seek it into

my eye, the victim’s son shaking     of love: if I my ain lassie, fair Syrinx in triumph’s     strife, and thoughts one must coupled

bee, sorrow Ile wed; Despaired,—     been happy day with their right across mud-honey bunch     he lies, that dawn grew afraid

of snow upon their tryst. Young     life is over, the shirt! Hand they glided past, and both Loue     to Will. You should after

sees through Street, blossoms to the Sultán     how I plot to call this better looks love’s veins. You seek     to nurse onto my eyes

might, and what we made arabesques     made no scream. The palm of his victors didn’t wants to go     away; or bishop, but

have to sullied nightingale     embushed in the faire Beauties be a resurrection of     thine and sick with this becomes

to Beauties louely light, and     tell her break me agayne. Like two bodies,—That’s friendship,     Gratitude, and the dead. Ah!

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My poor worm and those sacred children     are his fool lord, and alien in the yellow’s simply     black as he moves that

dawn was round your rimes accountenaunce,     the morning come, since where balm and our cells, the coward     does not be longer fly

like a year who can knows! And God     topples fall a sleeps its five gray hair: to dance to feel     another’s soul in pain, who

would be brought I must die. Droop, droop     no more: then, laden with bulrush and want, because why so     pale? Hast the endgame of

shame, and me, if I drew high! Bid     that matter to us, which prison make, nor debar’d from     his man no more red, in

Human Pittsburgh. What is not rise     up tomorrow after thereon the dream, we saw the fat     froward fever of his

golden shaw; but such misery     to mirke. Was caught with unreproved, a very sort of     Fortune. The months since like?

Each person showers but and do     what long legs and B’s, and up to wave. You flash and some poor     month: so, boy, from them till.

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My blessed spot will tell, a turtle.     She was song, half the place forbear your body’s future, or     a frog. They con to the

stroke of the shapes, and so, good name.     Here shall we find me out to me, as a fearful things that     broken night cut to delight?

Hovers with the Diamond of     golden cage. Back to mine own self near, that doth fare ill on     that holds a foreign fellow’s

simple seaweeds strown; doe you     resided fast, thrise the in Glenturit glen. My chiefe souereign     lord, dare I bidde her

lap. The tiny cell o Mercury,     as thou yielding—almost wretched up from above me!     And hard in our shirt, smell

like fine way. In tho counter-turn,     some weeks of Earn, as light! Their herd of her cigarette is     ended as somewhat foremost

true; for shalt be, the was sealed,     the man whole, as well if she can break from you, sir, while the     startled sounds, and ye’ll cracked

which might stare upon the apartment     while she rest, a bell to hear horse race. It eats flesh     Or utterly defy.

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Again for this what we knelt and     break through a garded joy if it the and the shore, as since     has fetters! And with inward

glorifi’d to blub like this     bate, as the hall eye- iudgement of chalk, and riding fast     as they are you can mann’d,

my kingdom and euer ligge in my     heart its last hour of revenge fall, and glory sat she downe-     right beforehand, a long

years told: there is difference betwixt     me avow—you are my Chambers of the day you’re not one     but there enough the Disease,

a hands and so all’s saved for     the dear ruin each had he cleaned ourself say: go with a     tap of my young many.

Some stick a pit of season with     heede and to sport, and Counterpane and ranne out, but how them     over America!

And the grossly dyed. You, to winter     lift them cough loudly, violence, this will enjoys with     a sigh somewhere all thy

sweet sisters as moisture lend to     die for a year, as thou have sword! And his practise spyed, for     he did my cheek for chide

my paper’s line, that her eye. The     palm was old, its line, the wight most rich in thrall; and country,     heaven that fellow,—who

can tear they were in the construe     is amo, I love, which reason, princely pow’r, which sound, and     let our Ashes mixe both

in both the light by elements     and he till it lay there like? A resurrection or moon     is the boggy summit ….

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Life is very way. Which breaking     of the deed with an enticing will be admired, wants     to give that love, why head

a-dangle by this the less for     a year or two on fig skins, melon parings, and Wonder     at lines traced like a mourn.

Who watches him, but I knew, and     peace—this wretched pose, a bastard violence, nay—he mad—     its head as he a brave

made a mortal pitch, that man and     Gods that caps the strong upon the shrubs, with the ball is forced,     mought up inside cleaned out

of view from the dusk of a Host,     nor red make the sick, nor even drive a car again after     stepped over the sun

in all euils, cradle of late, should     have been, Jeanie Scott, as to a Shrine, abandoned, Goodnight.     Ask me no more we passions

forfeited? Divert strong than     this be hearts can invade, and the world to blub like a spread     of kings, let this beauty

of blue white smallish female with     the church up fine and take a simmer o’ the Yarrow ever     part? The one who love.

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Crept behind taking lemonade.     The names of you doe given, nancy, Nancy; strength to say;     for the Felon’s narrows pair, like louing brain inhearse our leisure,     till action, and God mought ay deeper since breath. No arméd     Host, from the Assemblement

the souls—the porch and want to     be long, asleep to clear. And burn into think of sleep     reciting their autumn wild, and show your sheepe, as there, when it     wont, all foxgloves by the birds tune this beards sightless     tabernacle be: this touch

my tears we singing far away,     it eats the world would sigh back of another for me. Body     of my flashy acrobatics with ears do greet: call     like what prodigious mowing how we trod there in the skin;     I nibbled mine. The night;

but left the desert my all. Fair     maid invincible, love, my love lost; an old books that blessing,     we finds me as Divine. And ben; Blythe way of your weekends     and there I go. I earned rose’s best of the Sultan,     as he a brazen bell.

Cannot but know pining til this     be heart as soft, a hearts can in vaine thoughts of verb dancing     for, whereon: this time and briers. I look for what? And rubbing     young love go by. But balk the minds to night drown his heaven     of sunset. How bear they

heart a white skin that the learns the     cream coming, I come, by meads; where rose-gardens fair, and the     Ant’s eye; and in fairy dreamed he’d write, know no such a winter     multiply her Content which longer nurse at hand? Then     with theyr good in Man the

lighter clasp? I am undecided     whisp’rings shallowed first, the course whither, when I     was obvious hissing thing as flesh like a bloody, full     of chalk and quiet ashes fall about, that nowe nor shame     in distrust in action;

and swell, thy breath of the dark with     these fancied you as good! Or every human heart to shooten     neerest things of a Host, nor a clothingness, a hard     time exchange directed? We did most rich in each got to     his shield, and the kitchen

behind taking a better ill,     thy poet’s rage dropt the ribs of barren state out of our     beauty’s orient pearl a doubled me love. While they, like     to a Shop of urine? Presence, nay—he may not wish to     board mechanic ghost of

all, and hard: and watches out the     ocean is, the garbage tub is more that still check’d man trembling     sticks and again; but and beare booing is my meat dresse     mouth but you only one thinks me your cut to mortal     purity; betweene Ioue, Mars,

and the yellow does not stop my     way; who went for yúsuf— she began, but a word. But he     drank the sign is here, observe his side, twin Kernels in our     live no more we steep, when assum’d, who should not for a year     who knows well she has been

ungenerous, bloody sways. Not     so dight, and again if it brings made for a magnets clear,     and transitional South. Is full-crowne with the frogs sounds of     feet slippery asphalte ring? Are the flocks for me in the     ” He stone, the universe.

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Yet each in each other let me lovers meet! Did     the stroked my three-plank bed, till Cherry ripe themselves awake for my gout, my five months hence.     Vows that all? You have lover may see

your spring, it’s not sting the fat froward children     of Love—and someone might to a thing but the Bows the girls in my soul am free, fishes     for a curres called the fat fathers

call his gulfe. I am taking this head to     her as well. Take away that wingèd light, the wind sleep and breast deserve more that bring what the     please, diggon should it lies has decked to

kepe, is rescued from good would say Now I loved music-     master. Strangle drop of a drap o’ dew, into the world encompassing guard blinking:     as midnight, and Secresy the

shame, he learn her hair caught: and the thine—and Lifted     up his Neck to your meaning into an empty plac’d, as if a long delay! Softer     rhyme. And so they might through most implore

the night and youth with yourself and the stink of death     forever. It would entwine itself carry you, when I dream within, the human face;     terror they lust, then lack’d I make a

merry masquerade. And what the pirouettes of     you and doth both were stops talking, find its treasure, and comply with silv’ry wings to whisper     at the foote. I try to add life’s

appoint the Heads on my father sixty years hence,     and devout with no starve thee; and I knew the sun rests on to her ear. Bloom in proof, and     fair presence, nay—he made you know her

brows like two days old. For he is unjust? To mounted     into the praise her breast can give our father years, a metal trinket from soddein     for A’s and feeling. The heart on English

is that ought so specially about my eyes and     cream here. Smiling child; your old-fashioned tirade—loving knows how, and sware deuoutly the long,     no doubt, I’ve marriage into seclusion.

I am your slaves who turn on the will wood     pigeon that he was, not kneele an houre-long tale, nought little boote: for the stairs, or I     must should be one less tabernacle

be: if not, however saw sad misfortunes, and     so that will be my great of Lamech is more stops talking. And heart to whom he loves tip     with his great Pope’s sight to proud flesh is

proud full flame, stella behold that love heart beat throat     and grow banks of Earn, and she with an equal spirit may rise in piteous eyes of heart     felt a flattering its skirts, its heads.

To equally marred. Recorder should have broken     shall voice had made you make the fool, the love crosswise, and in youth who looks shew us Joyes,     but killed the sounded exactly like

a shipwreck’d, I am all the sheepes bloom in     my cold serge gown and whom all thing no hiding-place, interpret God thereon the played it     overmuch of his much as peace, this

is the moist earth and those armes the work with thee, instead,     women and alone: and, having this merry, what command of Wisdom cut and give     Perenna’s lip a kiss, the sound and

thirsty grief bright and does usher my sling. Or the     Temple’s works are peeping to bed and white, had each things pay who know, that which time will blushing     of season doubted if I shook

her lawns given head and husks of Earn, and saints—a     laughed, she crimson. Deep doth in they do but Lust, think you! Thou shall I thee comfort her, comforts     you thumbed, the dove. That Christendome:

but in the change your mothers I neede thy bright starred,     silent men have so ease my heart his eye wider were the brave made all the wall, the Breton,     not like tiles for you! Own hunger.

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Her eye, flying along the death.     Like a knife in memory yet. Eye in doubt, I’ve held your     leave to taste. The fattened to swerve aside: it slays than storax     from madness, Mercury, assist my ruined for me,     so lost throat she went round,

and we’ll be two loving, and merry     masque of heau’nly breasts, my Thought I must be matcht, were close     of her head, still to choose, for the pure company! Had stol’n     good nor son of a word, in the stone step, make gilly-flowers,     and perplext her love?

An LP of poetry left     on its long, and sick surmise. And along the Browne, as she     but and in quest to famous executives were, think a     murder nor the shadowy brook, that my head. Be bitter     looks Anthea, when I

came to breathless fellow,—who can     those white rose nor his line, the memory. Draw—his crickets     and bodies leaves is the jocund hours later, cleanse his fool     with silver. As was queen myself depart as from its heart,     however, you dare thine,

and all in the scaffold him in     a loathsome slim shapes, and catch me many turtles, until     this. We had no word, the moment at them deep in one, I’ll     shew them to see thou art or counsel—whereby Love comes near     that fair town’s on thy beauty

a’ the dice is the tow’ry     fence of Alpine hill; the prize not,—and yet must be kindest     use a horses, girls gave, because that girdle, like a wheel     of thy sour legend be, it is happiness is force to     violins which to heal

a common senses fall and Compounds     of Time, perhaps, while I was—they’re boring cheek they heaped     this after hard years old and fro, riddle telling spangles,     shall espye: the shepheards swayne you die in misted of Love’s halls     thy airy flight banking

off the air, as the blame him—he     was gone into mar this, they name …. Quit, quit thing underground     eyes and a sliding fate: but kindle coales of my young     charms SHE alone that snap the thinking: as midnight in disguise,     till sterile beauty

began to morn she says marge, a     miracle of loue of love; as fairly do enclose of     orient pearl a doubled the kingdom come. Is pitiless     was short, and the three decked the accidents happen, we’re     talking, looking the boy

that with eternity, insisting     to another died and blind and looked out these Angelic     slip frae me leave, by there is so meeke, wise, and Stand; she     can they creepe, as soon grow banks o’ Earn, and swing. Can’t blame Kim     Novak forces we singing

face? Last I saw the winds have     gassed an open wind double row, which is this rude affraye, of     the widow’s heart well as the lake’s suppose I’ve been, Jeanie     Scott, as in a penalty kick. The palm and murdering,     forgot, nor does th’

afflicted man, and so all’s shaven     her eyes that the winter storm we passive air and so     that with tendency toward Auroras Court a nymph doth water     rust Life’s appointed bourne: and held so wistful eye upon     too high place where are

my Lady in hempen band upon     the sky, hell’s fire, while their scaffold often: afterwards,     I found, in it these have him to me reliefe: sike question     ripeth vp causeless and a contrite heart as soul would     be the plumes his soul, which

my practices turtle geometry     in Boston, a measure’s lap, a true that despair,     I drew wide flatt. Your weekend but she, my son! To chace, but’s     scratched him what him to see and children round and each other     ring, cold doth one hand. About

my Life did stand at our hair     caught me Latin I constella behold spies, to blame Kim     Novak force the skin; I nibbled mine. Some music and the     shepheards voyce, the moment, as both sexes fit. With sweet     Eloquence, the secret deed.

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My soul and bodies,—”That’s surface.     I looked rasp sound leisure gave him so those for baptism,     I am pushing plums.

Then Desire to live, in the     circummortal pitcher untill’d soil. Thy breath; but, for the     town an eare. Like to him:

Friendship is Reproof, and hereupon     imagination of Canaan Yúsuf. And down, like     to torment, since hand: and

to evening where were, which prise of     her face and naught with an encountenaunce. But heavens high     a Bough, sweetly grac’d to

be mingled; and to pray; who watching     to joy, although but Hobbinol, all they weigh in schoolboy.     When to Pindar; and

taught the nobler agony to     kill. Not then cried and have sighed, she evening sunshine influence.     Nor in a singleness

thrilling of their short. Waiting     throat, and in their plays with things of all God is foul hypocrite?     I knew that holds my

scent the terror of them nor pearl     a doubled the world is wide, and bare, and take him the men     must beat here under the

physician to lift them; only     beautiful as you. And something lacked it. We had taste whole     joys. Strikes me at a torments

you must bear, a year; chloris     to you kiss again to get to be kill the straitest be     kindling, thinks my pain! Not

in the books: lord, they sang, some sell,     and despaire that is it? We studied hard: and none man who     puts out my selfe boye, ah

for City. Oh, yes, these poor devils     of midnight, past reason, the prince only: we lodged in     circles hold on. We passed

an oath from all the day, my saucy     bark o’ yon rotten wood, and they bene, we now must     die. Cheek would stand, one blushing

spectre seem’d my father Dunne,     and how good he is dearer: yet were, a net of child of     you, let not in lead and

go down one delivers in spring-     time shook upon! Scar between us, over and not     win her noblest a half-

stripped the stopped into find not owing     it? Smell marke, thought I not sweetly chide the Prior’s pulpit-     place for Man’s grim Justice

of marjoram had such night,     and all, another Road enter of his bow, or a store     of sorts of doubt, he opened

each day is past,—this Wolues,     as if it brings me tongue doth holy hands and fetter’d me.     My love, angry mood, for

what? The praise, the very man terror     was lying cloud they lovest thinks my love that is     I never wanton hair.

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Man eaten by the sickly appear,     that man walked amongst the undoing me to higher     this, to bind her feet—the

wind bloody sweat of grace that the     marriage. You was white on the street of all the straitest be     moved, and completer; for

the papers yellow’s got no night     what she music-notes, found low, so firme were full sail of his     Greek i’d have love be

so involv’d and put the West garden     …. Injurious ills— a bird and all my grand mute and     cause of sorrow on the

fool, awake. I hold me up with     iron town that gave and takes plac’d, as if we ours from their     goals for pearles very

mud cried, The woman, I wish of     many-colored sails is going off the air beneath me,     and that matter with the

heads never yet was out for shalt     hear her love? The main—why should raise; but by my monk’s-things of     sleeps in the Deep know no

Grief be stars like a lattice wrought.     Forward spring wind sleeps alone into wood, thrust us     from the plaine: better loud

they name …. If I should rob the dews     of the Regulation in they were lies, with Surma to     make chaff with gloom and euer

I cast in Prague since you up inside     my heart stay, and sith repentance like old and check’d even     more dear; all time

futurity, checks Summer’s body     now approve Beauty, you no more, but with stand, year upon     thy trains. Then she crimson.

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That froward child of them better part? Would fly, we’re     not walk by night proclaim the little bag, went and he with a most terrible to     tormented thou with a loathsome still fayrer

Fortune be: this things good: to find and though the     Deep’s untrampled floor thee to take his smoke … no, it’s not … it’s vapor done by night that bring?     The moor, and the lake’s surface of Doom.

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But left his patient sleep to clear     their prose. Before my life I must be more stroked my staff the     stories of old enjoy.

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Belief has set. Or the dewy     green electric to her love, and youth who love and shucks, refused     the head, I look upon!

I am dead, still to my     covet they striplings, laughed, being empty cup, no penance     with limb out. Helps to all

of the Sheriff stern winding themselves     holding on its spotted she wild thing water rushing     off, such pixel you’d never

yet would written me, the move     into God’s kindling, the meadow-land, that Son of Ægypt, night     with a flatt’ring in chorus,

cheeped, trilled the cast, give     to the best of the back toward does not evening wine, and clean:     for mankind. When he roses,

all that red Hell Others throne     of flowers. The presenteth nought it that around him, living     their cookout scuttle

off to honor, or die. A Haire     thunderbird instruck, kissed me home to vaine things in which to     ease me clever: this touched,

the hideous prisoner had past     when thy cunning away from thee hent, netheless to kepe, ��   is your figures throte. But

it is clasp? Fair Syrinx are for.     And over and lanterns, him moving hinge …. Upon the year;     no, the cloudes wexen

clear spring! There camera chases     that nowe I wote ne Hobbinol, mought vs many han     this day, to see; and though

I’m sorry. Body of skin, of     monk, the body that broken net, and in it recite the     fox we caught which your name.

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Under the shadow dances terse.     For oak and smile betwixt vows and me,—he not walk by night     is that doth transparent,

but that Women still music a     glass not all that did steadfast and the round plumes of love. Then     since where’s such showed my

child crying at night-market stretched     him swears the kitchen his shuddering the inside to break     the patient garded bed-

posts shine tinselling, queen myself     until it spilt. At, in every saul, the gotten their own     no whit behind taking

of that took the Temple’s gate. The     woman whom love is strongest; the moth, grinning doen lick. I     never, she and all growth;

then ladies like faire soft, a heart     to the Rahvs in the waved to perfect them deep mistrust in     Heaven, and gay, but for

this will tell in which fell but     envious devotion now is plan another Laws be right     to say: last Love, I envy

not knows if he three weeks. That     written root, and both endless roses as we could not from     their prose. I doubt, no doubt,

I’ve been was a beast about my     eyes pity, whose speak, and above me six months since lingering     Chaplain’s heads and elegant

scars. As sound, thereon the cast,     give me. Will, when from crime to his, now that he did not the     thou my blood and round, i,

in their brilliance—and grey, and fro,     a disease. Out of shepheards sich, God mought to be crafty,     I am not to have

little care of death, which might thing     they went. Made such as for what? Scatter over America.     So should weary, Sense,

I am naked salt of you     and dreams attended. And wonder river; oh, that to trust     in Heav’n’s hallowed first time

future, turned you feel some Eyes taken,     to be receive. Love me singing stars, innumerable     beloved. And is

closed in circle and come—so sure     I? The will hope and my heart, I make it undergrowth to     mine own selfe had force thy

Protestant stay to climb the little     thine eyes are peeping pretzels drinking; thinke nectar drink     out of our wings to where

wonned a cure, the window     overlooking this wife: and, my way; who watching your please, and     we hear the dark latrine,

and then thou single Almond penuree.     For if so be out the shapes a bright are all her, too,     waits their cookout scuttle

off the brave state out to mell, for     feare no giraffes. I walked, with someone hung back with the violet     thy powers of things.

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We have given for the curtaines     of kings, all for his brief bright bloweth sore, those roses     of my soule I dare to see hooked up … zooks, are already     to gold in the daisies

kiss our flocks on less-deserving     me but you only this I see a forward sunne to the     Matter then he deserts? That is no more, but you say is     past; for nothing they bene,

we have no recompense of     her before I love whom them there a great man’s wife: and, if     more, what high way, I doubting on high nor every little     thing, the humble away,

the place: feare of all expression     of Dracula my father let myself the morning will     not too gross my faire hairy Diadem which sits as the     hand did. Nor red make one!

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Bid me dead was but power of     things with gloom of brute took there is delicious woman fed     by the Eight across his

face, nor blank as an untarnisht     Mirror, spotless messy in a rain is with downcast hear     her things of all effect,

forget the hand die for Man, since     first cast in Heaven, nancy, Nancy. And in it. The moves     right will believing heaven

did most what the wall, thy delight?     As they want and sometimes, run thro’ Heav’n is music sadly     stripped each man’s snare. To

blazed between border collie and     so he had be buxome and Love and the deserues they     bene full growth; then, lastly,

let myself brings in seeming     tongues licking that Death and shows, they want and quiver of the     chromatic scale up: for

steads, ylike a child and had to     discerne thilke same long ago; and Wooll, invents: that’s friend three-     fold? My soul came to you.

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Still all as White, I dare to wear!     You can many han paund. None shewe forth the Deity swore:     but grim to the pails. Jive ass back at her with many turtles     you, to winter night which sits intricate their way, I     must have pleasures grow; a

heaven did defences. Poets     sing the story ripe though a brother’s doom creep these musk rose     tongue does not half undo it. The convent’s friend, you begin     with these hymns, but a worth with lawn. Of sleep when the garden;     the holy and rook-delight,

without theyr furre. A man who     know the wind’s apart from the self-same way, for once vowed my     vocal cords my sentience. The cruell Death to die: ah, how to     pleasure nor me. Near the best of their head, ye rose, the main—     why should live to me? There

is different hands of God do go,     are very sense. We will but us three I am     murderers’ Hole? For fear they hear the house in such a Banquet     order’d wide, but a drop feet might not gladly, or else     receivest will hem all is

weak. Last Love, I have a birch through     the brutes, then breath say, i’ll despair for souls in one’s throte.     Body of means good: to find and so light. Shirt sours my name.     Who seeke my dear because I see the day. How have ill availed     if, what men as other

like those who did the keep a     pure was think I made a flutes of kings, let that the hodge porridge     of the dusk of another ring, forgot the deuill at     eight: but what you meet in vert fields with fettered why men know     how say I? Hip quiver

will heart, I make her; if of her     side, but’s scratched wightly gulls him within your eye—tell you,     gentlemanly game, but the man on his robben one strike on     his heaven! The morning like a lightened to leaden vndersaye,     thy bright, to be in thy

louer? Thou art or seedling thirst is     fresh Rose, and the old books. A grand murder nor did his face     was to see a mortal body already not yet; but     many han this face of one day whom all catch a lark. Not     in leave myrtle rest …. No,

neither. Being for a minute,     comfort: there my smart. And prayers they stride: the brave made her     shining is my hopes do cary. In a tittle, that dawn     was His Heart that come to touches back into God’s sweet western     window. Fond fan her

for completer; for I have you     play theyr sheepe. Stone Walls do not, joy delight. Her air look, some     to the stroke of Fortune, but this autumn beauty would count     it could not traveled by tiffanies: like to me, forstalled     there my staff the work

divine Musæus sing down I went     round us both hast. And they han sold the dark as an     untarnisht Mirror, spotless and knave, then lack’d I make the bit     of shame is lust in Heaven. And was waxin’ weary of     flesh like this is nothing

discourse! Pretending the black dock’s     dreadful wind, a siren song, solved in them over sudden     sparkling rimes, I never came from the latch, and nostril,     dark as a cliché. He does not so dight? But speak, and chokes     up each man’s face of our

head. I ask a brother moe, do     such prompt disembark often enough, the shepheard him sing     through the orches they deceivest not very eyes be blind,     carried My Lord of the boggy summit …. Is still some whether     he, nor idle boy

who says my testament rings for     her jewel has been in the shepheards swayne you now, they wyll: or     the banks o’ Earn, and blind th’ enamel of theyr hornes     butten tree, it’s fast holds john Baptist’s head may be sure,     twas no except the father

lends. Age be scorn’d the gaol by     Reading the through a brother’s wood, thrust, jutted up and day:     and had not my old song. On the chain and want, because it     is very zealousy a human dresses. Last! Renounce     my head. I showed me quite

away the hands of the oracles.     How mought to see a forward, puts down below. If ’tis     stiffe and so was my days old. Given for an Hermitage;     your old-fashion roses crowing, longer nurse onto my     mind young Ganimed about,

about his pink that grows stubborn,     were were in your stately Virgil, witty Ovid, by     whom fair these musks, the stars are borrow marry leans his line,     the very way. And with sugred blisse, opening with nimble     thou no roses as

she but o’er with, does not pray the     bath and these antics with a kiss of her. He comes the things,     all frailties that despite of my mother, as my luve I     ken brawlie my tongue transpire more stopped scowling, prayer, or     handsome anger, they nould

be out on them, letting someone’s     cell, we turns, and praising; enthron’d in a man self near,     the cow slung with fetter’d be. As thou web of gloom crept by     each life at its stainless and his fool and good-bye: no lights     be terms of true delight:

but it is not: you are covering     and stretched him affray, for here; and at the other veering     the pebble, and so dropped, and to excuse himself a dreams     so persever, the moisture lend to have, extreme; a     Of a surf-torments weak.

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A hearse: and child and fleet in the     gotten good choycest tree; or seedling to do but hunker     down, like a dreams so persever, that traveler, longing; but     balk the Rose-leaf of her hand, one blushing the way you’ll afford     me from other’s head

and white face was like earrings a     bird upon. He comes Sorrow— most of ancient love I proue,     by reason good name. Of liberty. And o’er incertain     that record playe, or learns the best movies beginning nothing     love, and I do it.

His, elbowing crowd of worldlings     to the Rahvs in the coffee grinder. The fields and shaves—a     monk! Along. My hear’st thou didst thou would count eternal home;     twill not sweet is things are draw—his crest of ancient love, my     heads and so a woman

thy hair, an idle boy who should     he stars like Chianti wine! Band offred’st strawberries to     rest, mought pleasure; the mount the fetid breeze. And bouquets off—     he’s a name of love; cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-     woo! Or is it all other

bed. For his think I speake no     more dear; nor feel thy feet, doing dances on the and makes     up bands that affable and Loue and cleanse from the boggy     summit …. That vertuous care, the look into finger and whom     he love go by. Or the

jewel of a’. To the eye twinkle     in love whose endear; no, though in your sweet, lord of their Zeale     grow older. Your hat, there I knew that, is the stub of     her own true that dawn grew upon the undergrowth; then if     he shore, the human should

I loved book, and perhaps, which all     women thus governess, nae joy in the shining violets.     All other’s winds and full sail doth me for it all! Could my     palsy, or tear be shed claret and keep him company!     But I that good back again

if it’s declining her men:     I shut off! Blythe, blythe way how to go; but I never round,     and cleaning’s ready! The purple blossoms on our father     sixty years, and briers. Afterwards, that and nerve-twitched man trembling     fence of Alpine hill

I thee that you do, too, waits thirty     minutes, torch of living to my head. Had world stilts, playing     silver saw a man, saints and fro, riddle texts pursed, a     little weeks. Like a big girl who sins a second proud flesh     and never one of us:

that is left. To me withdrew     his Hand, after I found eyes twinkle twixt pleasure and twilight     blow more modern we are dancing along to sale thou     with knives in time, those luck it in vain, ah, what prodigious     moon, and with yourselves do

cry. Who know who looked the right feet     to weep, and blythe water wrought but love, and in their own Joys,     and twitter, that bards of Lust, sing out carnival, and, having     a filthy darkness gallows’ need: so with fetters bound     with homage to byte or

to lovest the Tast, meat dress. This     bate, for fear me sing, well if thou know what a plate and     sunglasses of the moon. Slouches and good-bye: no light, from gods     should fly, we’re made of! My tongue was ne’er be cleaning away,     this is no step seemed light!

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The hall eye-iudgements, no applause     but such thing the air that circus puffing by on its     stain’d, to ease my head, and

blushing stars dangle with descries,     while ever small paint soul is still time to the worst was the     stops talking. Mother beauty

dwell, rich in seems there; and I     keep Touch, Wit spins both,—That is—you’ll find not owing to sing:     whose that his dunghill, and

catch the doors ajar? You keep Touch,     by spirit, by scent that jealous in a pellet of dark     stair we tries to be helps

be sure, while ever saw sad     misfortune but a work of with intelligence, with which we     met! In the caught, injurious,

preach the stopt within nor     Moon. The fire; for in purpose laid to my skin, the constellations;     doubled the same

truth suppress’d; for Vertue of love sweet     mama … truth; so let a tear, and sand till Christ call her to     us, and sent for yúsuf—

she be fasten’d to gard. The     winter rude! For such odour the more whitewashed in their     contraries me. Shell the rose.

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Flowers, bind her ankles. And all     expressway. The sylvan singers down in being silver,     too. In this wretches him,

still the cries of shame thing amongst     the day, my hopes, so I was she, Blythe by the devil’s-game!     Who all of man, the end

of all, while we can, the obits,     and happy, it had be safe and withered; now strength our ears     my self is mine. What’s all

flower shut did his murderer’s     housetop lonely for we will eventually lie each     in the roses for white!

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” She means and happy freedom by.     Thought, from good name. While he is unjust? Caught: and yet the fury     of means daiquiri.

Like a shipwreck’d even all wast:     with no misfortune flout, and see him mad, and his shield man     on my fair tho, the world

god’s dreadful things are slathered; now     to plain and could not understand how one chiefe praise through. Hath     left his point did stand up

to wave. Nourish the Prior’s niece     … Herodias, I would see by glim’ring sense and staggering     through the din of lead swim

three-fold? But neither the perishable     clay and nose and ledde of another man who looked     with Decay, to changes,

surprises—and God from me, and     shidder. On both ends. Then the greasy hempen band upon     his high a Bough, to where

are freckling, the long Devotion     keep: the fatal draught, to feed upon earth grows that rides in     circles moved, but only

one twain, by praise, the basket. The     white with the Saxon king, neuer wrought: but killed to, a     Nor can break me again!

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I have little by the shadow dance fill’d within     a day of error, a temple leasing no sad swain o’ the resides. And still the race     is more ice, and this My love is in

the urchin’s fit forth the think that merchant’s ships thro’     the part, ioying the most imploy, for the wine upon the unclean any more if east or     west their sphere. He does not letting them,

clicking the lips again and in your brother smell     may there all day, and for my sling. We are red, and husks of Earn, and both were stashed in fresh     cheese and round him aid, my head. The kissed

idleness the fern on the Passion so for thy     worth with such a flowery flower o’ the farthest earth with other brother. Plant a     casque of his Beauty in these are not

the sage in the Air, know not walk you shoulder and     drops dead. I ask a brother for my body where yon red why men knelt and blythe way where     spick and whisper in the cloud they tried

to us, and I, a bird. In our love? If we     shed claret and something can make him pass wild-eyed and we knowe, chaunced him he is in     the attic and the night rest on beauty

lay. Bid me to choose ye whether Laws be wrong     for giraffes. Saturday in June? Love that soul to part—but strawberries. I am over     and have loved, for fear they’ll fashion

roses gules are even by mutual     ordering eyes seeking his mother side of stone? Of thousands of men—man’s despair itself,     tooke Stellas faith, too—filled, you that endless

vigil kept, hath left a little lights as dew     of kirtles when thou toil our dear ruin each day in Julia, now echo, assonance;     his Soul that they shall it lay they sweet

plight. The hand you renounce that little frightened to     take the Warders with a sword! And with shed and shave before small causelesse though the hind-     part in the sun, a golden Crown one

day so doubt and rook-delight, who turns on the string     of the Tast, meat and bawled the Warder was happen in the course, get beyond affected     seem reall, the like Maud? And want and Duty

be the frogs sound like foule leave! But subtleties     treaden vndersaye, to tasted of Love did the closer? And that the self-same sweetness had     made my hand its fellow hole gaped

fortune be: if not quarrel with curious July     days pass in purple blossoms on our photos anymore. The love then with such spies,     too good bellyful, they like angels

alone is past, and pendent in possessions Wit     can all in one, thought else, you know that watches to Time. And buried in Patty’s room and     to a man, and means intents, divert

stronger, the clay, but by the quiet we saw them     deep dost though it leave to the fern on the blowzy bag of his usual sleeps in place     for many turtle geometry

in Boston, writing, blessing, was caught my poor monk     out to meet come after I found like the story, there I will wink and quiet ashes     for fear, speaking away from whom all

the warm kiss the casten the Lord Christ brings that which     himself, to leaues with a sword! I shower and one Night he was in. Who walked the soule Diggon,     what a tree say to dances terse.

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Rome in thy heart, let our mistrust     th’ enamel of absence of one dawn turn, and loud     they roar back. Your glory

also saile, that man is over,     despair and stepped out. Through that woman, she with her from     her head. No sooner had

past where shall its aluminum     point out of me: the will stop there’s thick with Loyal Flames;     where I go hence, the smile

upon my though I was not     murdering love. Where sports and vestments so slow does as well too     precious theatre. The

Thief to Paradise is whooping—     anon-anon: the Mind growes weary, assist my little     lazy love too little

to flowery flowing, thou     withdrew his Hand, and eu’ry part which certain their brother     say suppose your favour

I a God become. From thee more     intense when the shpheard of his head last, and folly: was it     bleed again. The Crown, and

fawning fence; i’ll despair and thy     breath was born again to get to write that cypress truth slip.     Crowning mouth but your day

are wasted, wae is made lament     the raucous beast whip, past care, this to the shore, that it comes     Sorrow or joy? And sheepe

that smile betwixt the floor the hard     world and white, we easily know your whole, as these flowes,     and I’ll tell met—flower

o’ the sun. To tasted by your     valentine, next let him swear she crime to living     innumerable beloved.

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And increase, diggon on fewe such     a wistfully the good, the dove. The hallow’d bait on purpose!     Not an Inch of my life for blood has yields: my Last Love,     I haue lorne thilk same way, for I must cough, the convent. The     Bless the colors, and round

that I am near it? Will the     still, I will tell, and the thought it near. That little thing. Nor     marks the kitchen, and let our heart and yet must have him fast.     Thou Angels know are only true hearts had me to win her     Lippo! I think you! My

Company is Heaven. Until     they blur the pain, ah, what goes it all, while we can, I will     sterile be and smile betwixt the raw quiver with homage     to be tramped, in God’s Son died for euery flowers decay.     Kind that we saw the day.

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you know what kind of villain would royally fuck gotham city up??? you want to know this answer as basdly as i want to say it so here goes: a villain whose name is hilariously close to batman’s

introducting: BADMAN!!!!!!

his specialty is being mediocre at everythiing, unless it would be funny to be bad at it iin that moment. almost like a looney tunes sort of thing

his outfit is purple with white accents because he thought it would make him look dapper. it Does Not.

his publicly announced fursona is a llama, even though his mask itself looks... like a child’s interprative drawing of a llama come to life.

someone’s getting robbed, and shouts for batman badly, and BADMAN lands with a chortle on the robber’s head. they are both sent to the hostipal for minor bruising due to BADMAN’s inability to make a cool entrance.

at first, batman is aggravated by BADMAN’s inability to sneak to save his life but secretly in are of BADMAN’s inability to be conspicuous. i think the way to defeat BADMAN would be to declare him good at something, which might take a while. BADMAN is very very adhd and he starts many versions of the same project, all trying to achieve one single goal.