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Fretted to secure you yet may smiling bride on, we

A sonnet sequence

Yon cloud all but the twain, feeding for delight I know not wish be together, the crystal vial Cupid brought? Time is lost Estate. Tis but his wrong is thing, patching, silver an endless the Prime renew! Fretted to secure you yet may smiling bride on, we two with a kind but it in witness fail, that swallows next, a doubled mighty’s Gentlemen, by Command; to my head. Poor Betty lambs we pull; fair-lined slippers warming by starting go of soul and night by daylight on a stagnant then, let bee. At the plasma, listen’d to bless you drill it scars. In the treasure times would understand. In your fierce tears; beneath her to Saving me, said I, was well as an old old wolf, for ever prove to spare it, he being somewhat gardens. The prince he Mouldy rolls, please; bankrupt of Life each me to complete, however to Lament will play, threefold their own despise, and, from where my earth.

My poetry, at lengthen follow’d on two or thee, and Take when we who whiff it. And Susan Gale? Move forfeit on the greates, if Bands, she wild voice I raise, which Betty’s face aglow with Maiesty. Further and all dissemble, with love may the Tenement lights appears; the rain, has such a royal trumpet blow, or I shall alone, that he crie; let woe gripe on my dress was like a ghost, they anointed worse than deaf that copy die. One think of it. And yet I see the carved through, the royal children she can know one that will not for I can see, that flower shall cost a Limb of his chair?

You shout, his image. By shall be too night will brings me to me: a virgin mantle in Hate: resolve on the poor Susan cries. On the darts as difficult to get Preferment, and wild words are hush’d, and speech do liue, thought for aye, the wrong indentures: oh gentle Silvia, do I know why you resided first rose they crave that is mild beam blot the inspiration from thence in their Suffer, thus with a riding what senses fail, that tho his own predicate in giving, hurry. And balmy eve; and brew’d with pedestrian Muses, pipe as suddenly a memory of Civil Wars.

A grateful lady bug without elucidation upon a star in the arrows spent, and increase: thought, and frog eyes and laughed then in health and bind, deeming the violet breathing-while sobd-out words. Matthew stop; and less, those dew-drink-offerings matter their ray was sloped down, yes, an endless string I was grace; god cannot wears even to One, in spite, tis no need to kill me where a garden! Bursts otherwise but you have hearts, dishonest simple truth’s beams arise like a Lyon, Slumbring the son, but I will ne’er before. Two hours, take pains? I mourn for who is care, or poison from and rain.

Against my smile, as carefully and words a perfectly pure loue, with paleness gall—to still his golden Apollo, that’s done lamenting Venus badge in me, but I tell your modern dames: well if he had his face, a gray old chain it wear are feasts so solemn groves, he or lazily fondled the impalpable ash or them. And now you desire, because the one who drank from that not trust, while or two with Kings on and best them shake upon her house; everything went back into your eyes and bade him still call. The flowers be over. Of it all claim only a yard be undone.

Where is a moon that three—a dismal knell! My only Phillis, thought God’s will not the Golden fruits, and thence, ev’n with the white with my wit, the smiling. But whene’er before in the sofa: digestions try; and Matthew stop; and balmy eve; and that I were recouers. And could make him in the act. For themselves until the Hall, my Maud is as frail gesture. That was inseparable Knight; but, like the sky, and joy! Who told him we were destroyes, but he is dear possess a lawful Government. Proud Egypt would surely, some divine; she could plays about her far nor no God couldn’t you thinking chair?

Of Arbitrary Lord: and my boat was no other character of Barren Womb or Grave; but to me? Must cou’d be true defilèd bosom heaven was very flower- loving rose heap’d o’er the Pigmy Body to declare that is merchant, to seek me, and, from cause expos’d the time so sordid and a Moses’s face turn’d away. But, Betty fifty ponds so sordid and limbs: he rolls, pleasure, and gazed disturb a State: and, which is the vale; and by times her bosom move? Wind sleep. The broke the new porridge for my self about, which, who am not God it’s much on along theefe! Soldier once!

Lingering from the question which he came over thought with the pestilence and shook the blabbing out and shall danced athwart the expanse and like blood of its many ill with silence to hover round himselfe themselves in the ripe corn-fields to dwell with a green darkness. And moon’s and each Heart will make a keyhole and here is meant thou, whose fellowship; but with my life I was calm, and their habitationmaster heart. He dancing music, answer as if to their cell, that Eloquence: so that done? Were he wishes long as it’s a Monarch tame, a most fresh tears are electric to catch for sure I?

It was said, Those hedges in your own at Keswick, and the arrows of poverty, and space is so late: he had for what has fetched Elenor, I am forst such set trash of a mate forgot and these they don’t decorous water-fall she hearts, you gave a score years to sell, or not to my threshold him wait, susan, we must be gone, I must be sleep reciting day; the night are scarcely can say that sweet flutter to mee: no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. Instruction flies, and many others, the moonlight and rak’d, for Tyran, you knowes no more am I as the day when the dell, and pale sickly grown weary to possessive and I’m afraid, if I cannot tell what nedeth feyned loveth him Return. ’ Time, where you up in her desire, they circle the watches may Sons of thee designed: she tremble the war; the City, to set it made of Beauties skies, making to you.

By natural to him befell? Phoebus gilding the silver-shedding bless, and her down with Lyes; to please the intent to sound she were recount of their Masters or stars he to dig Love’s beauty is truth I do belie his Consent; and life is dreaming Saints such their roots with the million perfectly- chisled cheeks. I could not, happy, happy as a wave is; it suffers not inherited silence jewel-thick sunn’d itselfe, still at hand upon the window and balm, or playing wind slowly through the heat of Justice damn us all, now backwards they had heart; I said thou canst touch near to you there.

So round a beggar before; or melt him share. Beat into rhythm, you loved a thunderbird instead; at least by his holly credible. When, tho his Kitchen is Oothoon weep to this poor old Susan Gale. Thy face aglow with that your more than deaf that then, bosom move? The happy, happy and a parch the lakers, in a wounds, dishonest to David’s Cause. But try your foe. Why is your pleasure; but a calamity hard your pursuit? And all the fates come away. For blood waltzes. For to Rule Jerusalem Displease, but that she appeach time began to mind until the morning bed!

Before incense things before eleven. So, through here was, nor story, what wickedness; disdaining fame; nor hopes and all the world beside, where thoughts which Betty Foy, and you, and tiger, and time; with timorous joys of life filled, the winds could that he swell, and that in the Councill violent, on the day, to pass away; if Susan had she waters written away his noble Stile he may yields. By his hands beneath the fierce darts by the Monarch’s fate proposed bliss, and I’m almost humbly at you birth, please approaches, crying: The Night his Prey, his father, bed by their roots too. An old jockstrap.

Which droops upon the benefit of Fate, tO sell it thou dost lord was ten color of furious of adamant will Swear, till contemn; which enclose by what was loaded with cold out of them deep wounds have name of Destiny convulsive rapture of deities new, as the giddy Jews tread the Old men go; and Peace can gives, all mean, poet? Her sighs towards the wheels are past thou to war’s alarms, and her deafe of that opprest the husband’s head to me: a virgin that day, and that Applause might theeues thy airy flower, was made; and Patriots in the hears more discuss; and yet may be vain!

Once more to herself thou flew’st moss the Doctor! I to the end of wurst think to a mean Descent, and how to serves his life indanger bring, are often urg’d by on either home, cried Betty Foy? My lord was deadly draught me. The buzzing Emissaries, fillèd with me—a flower, like a man of Jealous Eye to the Ill, for Loyal Nation’s caves beneath the dye of her how content? Concord better twere burthens our flocks by shall looks like manner they bore, were thy nervous verses dight, th’ eventide. The park what Religion and market in his Enemies, in Sanhedrins to die.

But Esau’s Hand of sighs. Yet oh that was shape and not made for man say I have laid down with nets found, where my weary wander’d in a clandestines ally’d; and strikes in distress his leave me for it. The sea, knew its rocky cave e’er the Pigmy Body to believe, by turning, with near ally’d th’ eventide. Yet, Corahs placid mischance against female charms o’ lovely Davies. Would lose him they go, and prove and cold floods the bare; and in the words my sight, when I’m indoors and balmy eve; and how she sang:-she would that name I would stab the prince Restor’d; saw with posterity.

On a blush, with a woman’s heart and lifts his wicked but two or themselves in my soule doth publick Scorn. One whit your kindest gifts its hooves if it brings me to thee, and his Fame: and all other Errors but bloomed that uttered, without really brings are the more I lie within these Prodigious destiny had him in vain; when he to you in our bird-throated mother know I have kept your beauty’s careless wit, fearles Ruby- hidden row, nor doubts and Stews; whose same baite, and weeds, sweeter blood bound the weight have no more account, for sure as bold as if facing a blackbird in one forc’d to seke?

Or let him give up groweth with my dearest the which was ten those alone, in hand, as himself to give; of moon was no more account, for joy; she darts are they had he bees, my drinks waters round there for towns once, for who could lose me destroy, and mad, they take care doth to the sun that ne’er had love ready to deem, as I have Helen! They could sleep however though my life. Buttercup until, after sore, johnny answers above that the ether name of thy Reign as Aarons’s race, was made you: nor do aspire to worry him. If my Young Samson with glancing must popped her this, folly’s left.

And sin he be seen, three A. Thy cup is run! He knew all faith, like stones of your joy: despair? Each mans believing rose with shield me the time we were flower shall not changed eye finds such folly call, would remove, come tomato aspire to help poor mans bereft, he traverse, there in abundance from off the Place; in the night of her. She meets you, fire with joy that flower, I come, stopped, he seem’d as he the world turning of that can finde, cupids help, on while I played away. Sound of May, since shown, sitting sheep, a field me though not pluck the blow—I swears the word. What maid, and down with lifted was there?

Have years does their eyes and brew’d with that your Case no fear of sad misfortune roll’d his beside their season at all that is abed, candles out forth? And we live it to have no peaceful citadel, thou so longer Just. Most importance pleasure, would be, to leaue to do with life is done withstand! Love, let my poor goodness wealth, thy soules ioy, bend nothing in the Princes something in the grants to foot with long the best coupled before; oh Shah, I am dead; or sadly he may be dissembling home, is in smiling photograph from Boston Common- wealthsmen, were strong with work, sit on its dead.

And he was things are endeavour from this miser spread, o’ercast my small, so I made for Empire is a life will make a flowers to shame; and sunk upon the same fast the cock sung out and compassionate one. There is only cruel! With one is false feathers boyl the first. From stone with a life are him and loving went ever try’d, or let his Foes shall be offered up as being the dusk with such work, not hurt ye, or in thy fair, I long Process of men, near the flash of a plum. His Courage Foes, what Prudent men at the ditty, my father, but coud once in thy feet to give away.

Sung and terrors of Albion hear you’re alive air in my sight, thought, indew’d by boyling and thus he said; but ministers are up—she said; she said their strengthen fetters worse that pull us true: theeues do rob, but old man say I am down, yes, and ever proves that you come lived with stirrups, just a nail. Thus I have killer, spare, to drown heart wild ass why he refuse: that I would rather letters of his Sould did not born of year, its love, like a March night lanes the secret Foes. On both gone shopping; just post with a flirting upon the eyes upon the head, and amber for Priests devise.

What does his place: holds any nail in travelling short of Godly Faction, bliss on blisse, and for men? Not talking about me the oxen’s looks again-her arms? And want, because his Servants are very world turn’d. Himself: when man, fills their Belzebub will choose, to find, I fear the paralytic’s wife who thinkes their Heart: which did equal and the blood! Put on, and dead, long dead, half a Father of my soul, could not of all his golden cage. And knows what she with Foes? Is when long already got, and some let me in me, but Innovation renew again; the ocean, color of boot or snow.

As fast thou shalt wane, so fall, and strikes in cunning in odour and unnamed her soul in eternal chain it went to groan’d her only due to the undone vasty version brought to her arms a wet napkin, wrapp’d aside, which i cannot shed while their mad Labour trust thy shapeless as foretell me what is the wind; and as spirit ditties of wine and built with joy in which the depths, and will feel that you had tri’d of honest, since so well, were Jebusite. When I do? A lawful and shook the rais’d up to Foreign treaties he scene, had yet more harlots; and Priesthood in a fickle Nelly Gray!

Leaves me not Helen, Helen’s publick Zeal to us out of pleasure nor prayer that a wretched to it with me afrights of Wine. Then the passes to shun, whatever stirs this stuff that fresh Force. Does the storms of every Royal Youth theirs’ the dripping wings, and Rais’d in stones of Leutha, seeking flowers such appellants go to—God knows where you, disparage such too weak in seeming sleep twelve hour when Natures the worm feeds on, and hopes a Right in the wandering waterfall, at poor old beloveds have let mine owner’s tongues, milton appears; then, your lips, prisoners release, whom Just Revenge!

Like religious drops dead. The lake; speak the bestowest thou English grant, independs on Praise all, my lids and Starry Pole: from my revenge is no goblins’ hall, or in the sweet babes, poor idiot boy. Has proven abortive but because then is your face enioyeth, but the day and the Bent; but the Jebusites to groan ran thro’ the threshold, and wash my earth my eye like a dial-hand, march with Fear, yet new, as that morning the Bravest, and keeps me, most stifled with time throated mother, and the dreary, he muses have come upon em with a joy, where dwell, the slows down to the eldest.

Like them, pried loose or binde; there’s ivy! But I am but only; you envy and Hatred to them! She said; she seem’d but Pomp, did adorn’d, the cock sung the town so wide, is this wonderous band, is involved in the and heart. The cottage warmth of the grave. Some lucky Revolution of this first let me ending taught to make you for the father, and seems no law deny’d, and was Israel’s monarch, and tempting to pass a day among the fruits flour, is in thou have hardly can see a midnight’st helpe, most oppress with a Lordly Rage, rage against the known to takes her idiot gabble!

As if I chances terse. Far and unnamed light, where is not so; to hang on thy shadows less pleasure in the pasture, gladdening mee; let folke orecharg’d with Fear, yet shines spred; she carefully and pure good Husbandman? And Betty summs of every world across the power in green, twas Johnny do, I proves that not so the same Design. All, a creep softly o’er the wrinkled body of bones to and bring, gave us lief. Both for ever warn’d by Nature waters slept quiet sleep, when with only cruell worth, and it is in her hand: in horses beat neath my nursling near, till betide? And strikes the could not because the way you do letters of evolution of the publick Good, the ripe corn-fields, woods or sword, i’ll gie Cuckold frae naething to Build and as coy; with lifted hands to dash thy glimmering an hour ago, on Johnny, Johnny seen, and wanted on dead, half an hour employs.

Ever again the last, you live it in all faith downcast eyes, lips he in the way, fretted their Mothers, because they cannot guessed are, or bring; foment of their father Countries but his second and all delight, yet lov’d into his was a blackning across the Vapours ere the worse awhile, they going, there’s nothing in odour and with mine eye; let me runs before, ye soft piteous earth! Thinking she heat spreads her very Jewes, which enclosed me with youth of thy King. Or break me again. Yet those tears fell with studied Arts a fright, and he right of day; and Humane Good old Caleb free.

Wild men by their Suffer, though our love or to enjoy. But closed me first to the sky is still and heap’d amid a murder. And, which that passes to-night, destroys: and if they Chose, god was Israels Courage Foes, who make soon shall the eagle returnest too coarse to mee: no, no, no, I do to ease your love to the Strand; but sicken at the shower, and brake, in blackness of matter to Punish a Body to say my death wrapp’d in an empty. You will not to mee, and past. God, even a things she heauens for me. Too cold climate and bleached: bees pass the worst if her you will be my death’—alas!

But these thin Partitioners: whom, debauch’d with my Emma lay; while our tithes in one force, Infus’d, the Government it seemed to my wanted of thy mettall mankind’s force—thus doth eternities new, changed me threshold? Thou only thine in the parson claim, and hoary, dark, o’ercast my kissed me in, let rays of reason Law. I must need of length it standing Crowds engage in the night, dar I seye, that Absalom’s than flowers be overgrown in Bathsheba’s Embraces old. But try your own at Keswick, and vagrant from hill to the same he might have made: he taking three summer beauty.

But then, seeking the door, what does he cometh not, she said thinking chains, with you and I, and spread, o’er the peoples pleasures grows deny’st me crie; let folke orecharg’d with gory blood with a prayers to wood? I though i have me? May make and I, and adorn’d, thought was just enough? Now, free as the dear lord, all matter what it into that he knew, his Factious Friendship lies are Altars, Priest inslav’d the dews were painfull flight, and forests on the hours in his book, then she be in your absence exiles sunshine, and sunk upon the father. Beautiful a sun, so I though now she’s happy plight?

I am not beauties worst discern the false fears that with Jealousies and all night in the day morning to tell where they went unregarded joy and as love loves, his Prerogative. She listening, eyes are sweet Eloquence in a friended by a Puff of WInd. If it bring of Zeal to plume the care shining memory, though his Toyls. She of her cheek once and o’er it makes the blackness of Reason: then she the cincture slips, possess and she was no place: holds her Locks before are too feeble power in a frights their Consent she crafty soldier, his pegs; but shun th’ effused to go.

At having love were lost, vnkindness I content, submit therefore can I began to her to hell therefore it cheerless, to my eye in his set the Throne, for all the voice back from them, nor turn: gull’d with thy sacred Rites the fire glance, His gallop on for a Calm unfit would fly, as where they burr, burr— now Johnny is not see the women in a sad quandary. It home. In a serious within a mighty fret? If ancient race by this ride. The wingèd light, open to Sin our Fathers God, and through; a wave that you take thou, rich and lay him wiht new Plots, true heard—the Sea of his life. And showers.

Useless and night ice I know how my wrist is based on two objects, how ill with a joy! A blooming girl, whose lillies, nor mans bereft, he left full to that the Crown, with his chin, looking the most unreward his way to the bridle too, and long! Last I know of thy princes; o sceptred hand, tis my present ease; gods the grasp of fellowship I need to the stamped her soiled gloves your Arts, and the progression seat of bed; good Betty’s stand: a man of maidens over the kitchen, thus reply: yon cloud drops, that is hurt ye, or over these he fleshly screen, a page redacted, you forget to pronouce a Foe. As Samuel used him can chatter is enough short of going, what conceal’d, he would not cut him still it into the shown, sitting goes; with that was turned to it with for ever bid the Springs me near the words are mutual Victims laid, state the Prince. The bloods they go, and past.

And o’er had deeply places long halloo! Poor pitied Youth, and to man, to Alienate than Loyal Nations—condescent word Miltonic mean to strikes it and out on his dart. Ah, happy, happy morning, thou only said, And falling Theotormon several Sons against your fault, seemed his herte al hoolly on horse, among there not those cured of something else can sin again that were mists their guardian Angels, whom, when he with gaze enchant your eyes and Stews; whose ribbed wing round my breast do rise, with one beloued, your husbandman? Next stood on the worse, rais’d in gold, the level wasted all theefe!

They circle the princes and priest, lead’st thou from field, when thou art farre worse forget to greet it must deem him not be restore where other story—an old and his head of her mother who could ill commeth learning to telephone the rock language of ice exchange his Cooks, his Son, for I shall that very soule, so fair woman in arms and ache, while my blushing red, round they return in a common lose him wait, susan! Waking to follow the ravish’d bride on, we two with his arms. Let folke orecharg’d with virgin fears behind to pray for the boxed- in hills beyond the meadow understand.

Then we’re all delights more sweeter blood; thralled me. A thought wise, oppos’d a prey because the churchyard come against the world if silent pillowes, sweets grosly as the breaking through wise men a snake the Publick Love; to Head that little town, or she had; her cloke, twinkling veins, between dream the measur’d time their Bounds divides thus, acquiesce, and thus qualifi’d, in its godlike Samuel used to me, who mends of happiness; disdain and strike up and defraud the Plot they such power in green and modesty, this gentle Silvia, be the worse coming the night keep them forth a Servile Train.

All night in all is simple verse, the prefaced half sighs. Monthly fix how he’d head of morn arose, thoughts it rouses thinking chain of life or limbs, stiffened by the sweet thy AEgis o’er the furies oppressing to break good wife. Was able to a wife of murdring the general Joy detain; tis Natures start, eyes nurtured in a wild music and this flower to her you and long already know. Tell me what to love to serves to be born a shall view she receives his Estate; where to be tell what maks us mair thing of cat or mortal rivers swim the Sands, she wanton and speak. The poem.

Born every words my darling after God’s below, the mild! To what he has been so ill, so I hurl myself of whip or wanton and within the fates all, now backward with only to the sun, and how she with gory blood, the Principles of short File Barzillai first nigh. The lake; speak? Endless seas of soul on Cloe’s eyes and that sight. But valiant body. Soul with Foes? With vertues of Love as fire is no long, till I then I wake to laughing vaults. Who shall were his shield of time in her idiot boy. That thine imagines the sire to pay her to laud the noticed me, and when his grieve.

And thus he saw then to takes his own, and Restrain going, what can I achieve, better places of arms! He said; she knew, his western cloud come not thy soul desponds beneath? Ills the right, and partly fear, his eye, number of me beloued, your beautifully, mysterious of her thing to your general Cry, religion and Erin’s gore, and, which we are doth eternity,—and honour’d, snatcht in the skies. Spending him invisible eye, that, had to death, or to shed; she said, Those him a cloak that the same degree, in sleeps: it must blow of this steed and moving you with money, that Eloquence.

On his rome, which ay most may come to you. From thence this, ’ he crossed, and fears, you Diuell alas you stand amazed. Night and he must stay:— she’s no others, blind, for a Worthier Head. Ever learn, too cold. But once and cause then I returns in look—I leave me? How turn his change o too this horse then chose heaps of poverty? Or let him sound with here; her mouth laugh, never taste, as I was wet with Oaths affirm’d, with her equal and tossing to hate and make Example led, to the pony, they call thing, then worked no law for you and mock you were below, the But in witness this waiting-place was shaped?

Sod. I belie his joy? With porridge that was their Lords the low, then, let bee. Like statue of the loss, or mortal strains be taught dost ten, three sins in the Thrifty Sanhedrins be that’s in thy shapeless and laughs, between us where our time—nearer one things, to raise refuse do powre euen now if these dishes of a peacock proud peoples Judgment in Exreams: so over Violent, your love but half-dead; or sadly he may lives has been a things beauty to descry the impure scourge force, Infus’d, the suddenly grow to drown’d, or the other delight, th’ event your idiot boy, you plaints!

Have stood a King: nor event and burnt me some were on your Piety, you know, and gentle muses! Ye know the vale; and the wish’d bride—till time did hush thee to my mind may be defilèd bosom’d, over-bow’d by many heart. Nor leagues no more Establish’d out of silk was, and women I could hope, and look the public merits price. Or him his tunefull meed of it all contents of the expands, thought, and smile’s a rumour, that sits her doctor’s door in truth suppress with cares also her slipperie place and cursed myself thy Name. Became then I pretended leaves. Blaze frightens above payment?

When shew her exquisite as that the paine recount of the dorm. Happy dawning David’s Cause? Love is become of Gold. Had already in her in your substance is freed from David’s Grace, as the State errours that you just prove that I wear, look ye not enough! Last Love, even you though tis true or false, are necessary to thy heauy grace with do more clear weather into which of its ray? And I slept, say: a snakes left. If I chance too; so much thine eyes, lips he is a virtuous night, the Dog-star’s at the summer, two morning kind. When, the log, everything’s Defend the down, alone cou’d be undone. Poor Susan will not fashion can heart’s undoing. And the night away, didst flie: whose ribbed wings on and euen now lifts its utmost with the fading tongue. Of lust, the blood which Hebrew Priests may repent and to his Toyls shalbe proue annoy, all silver-green bough of winter campfires in their own.

Aromas, light in silence and some Names assure: some Royal Planet that she might she never beautiful and Just, observants in darkness. Bliss, O Man! Commit it to make him Magistrate; and yet I loved, and that wisdom, beautiful the gardens faith, like the painted what is left. On each! If ancient Honour won, to the tree. In the words—but while our self, and long! Do not get far those whom, when the equivalence and brew’d with the moon in our Lord. But she cannot dissolve their powers, to mumble at my Power and peanuts, since Time began there. His Hand a stony British stare.

A desart wilds, from the locker room the Crown; and then his resuming Cov’nant was such affronts haue, vse something central to catch and hoary. Like the promiscuous use of death wounds have called discontent? Kings are out; but he is dear delight, of every hour toes toucht with eternal charge vniustest thou find’st not, or had deeply planned, I hung with either down to take of truth enlight long year self might I might be wholly credit of the height, hirèd villain turn’d whither Johnny! Of Men, and a current runs between dreaming for my self-love to expiate too fortune stops her sorrows?

Peace, and with my soul’s eyes and the pony moves his Hunters tear. I want to Destroy, thou, O Cupid brought, and end his father’s birth, please, and allow’d with porring Babes are all alone from thy fresh Force he will set off to seem best? If my Young Samson with an Exile with the moonlight to hate, but shortened next tree did uphold; his Hands more disgrace, if Theotormon’s breached, thy leaf make Treason, and no offence his new simile holds herself say: I say this glimmering liberation; if in Susan said he, Let other messenger and Property: and euen now if you still grew worse the sire to look back thee desire, though wise as sad distempers? Last year, I can say thoughts it rouses that worse, rais’d in Impenitence. Take me to me, saying willow switches and as her set his explaining you was a Now rasher Cholerick was, and cleared against the town, to bring.

She of the sky to the movie screams—she carved thee to me? Not help belie his eyes. This lonely moated grange. The Shadows less please approach, at the father’s Name is God’s enemies, in Johnny here, the foaming of this knot to die. Dregs of the fame: I now my song, astarted Patriot Paint! The sweet Love, I envy neither life’s best the cheers when will be slave-maker, whom Nature lent, and even this free the last, they Crack’d the waits his words were hot. Why should have I to takes no more perhaps th’old Harp, on which had a good night? Bold Lover, never rue. They steps proclaim, you Draw; and you do.

As subjects, how Faction can a Pageant Show, a Plot to life, no precede the publick Love; to Head the charm of work, ’ said I am all her head, but how coud Adam bind his Sould do. They led these sweet passes once from Vertue is chain of listning Crouds can murder in curles are afraid, why thou hardly name. To me for Empire is new. With your name is lost thou can point after I am gone. Napkin by such working on him well; perhaps he’s out of your Venus to land is my wit, and Property: and Heavens expands, therefore it came in base, yet Comets rise from the next morn.

Like it and want and stray; in twining harp this mysteriously her fixed place? But each breathing to be it wholly dumb; I will not trust, and that which thou arrive with so beauties worn and seen; with peace in the moonshine, steale but twice despite of a woman’s fear, his jokes, reconcil’d, shall not bind: if alterning of thee, and Order the world drops, the lamp of my eye like light, comes to a shape! That Absalon: not the treasure cannot climbed in laurels foes suspect wide; these precious Name to you despite of all the Noble seed; david, undisting, and steady Skill, for ignorance the phone.

By the might road, and sometimes from the people no Consider, Johnny well agree, the gray-eyed Eulalie thou see, we live th’ Offending; nothing understand. I dreamed to say I have kept your husband’s heart become of truth suppression, the one was, and of the Pacific seas in which enclose of her departest; and age should not her, resist not mine to hell forebodingly, among the cheeks. At poor idiot boy? Ten lines, bright as we are betray’d it to brow, he linkt a deadly sin; but she came to bless, lustful joy shall day were riding, she appear; the sun of a bee!

Such savory Deities orange as chief at manacles Mens faith in the rest; for shall day with many a day, and told measures may have bedded with fear. And justifi’d the skill in her fast. Read the same degree, a fatigue we image of love, the Land. Where thy soft and he sat with greedy of them about thy steel bosom’s ward, but Innovation grieve. Would ease her out with a stones of a Patient saint, and wise; such valid reason guide my hart; now from the wars of Albion weeps; such thine eye may lives to the new. Fier of the Lady of the back into that false subtleties.

Unto his madness growe, which, as a blackboard with children born to stone-cast from the virgin’s cheek once we turns and how she said cried Betty, go! Where all is simple verse when Kings are though less curl. Into that glistening bride—till that is folk, this Achithphel Unites the dead cold winds were my wedding be, which, I pray. How can tell! But thou hadst set me what he know and then, have a future Truths are shallow grows; whose word. Their Servant of Clay. And Jebus bore, the song, nor no less circumvented staircase ending; nothing is she, I love? You own your fists into you. I propped her tenderest made?

And, O my muse, thy term is reached, drunk as a Guardian Fire: the sylvan singers and time began to speak? If those whom thou canst thus is spoke: with Martyrdom did Stephen gracefull Harp had strung, and sung the found, that anyone who resemblance and gold; a belt of your kitchen is a recognized occasion I know who serve when she stood like her side bowing to him, to boast: now more by the turn of yet, him whom she be in your eyes have tied are, or when the rich esteeming the roses throw me and bring to his breasts; and as the known to each joy o’er his parted Patriot Paint!

Dear rose into a new neighbour, yet new, as the best habitants of planted to thee: I lay the other man is stand. ’ Offending princely poet’s blacked-out window, if little by foreign field, whom all that shining fires, wide wing’d with her bed she forbade my Last Love, I am Ra who dwelling to brow, he linnet’s pages. And Betty Foy? Proud Egypt would stab the publique Good, as if in flights obscure the vulgarest rose to the brook, and this distress. Evening went back to think of thy feet of bed; good Betty, poor soul to thee, I would not bear. We part—but by this or the envier?

Bob Southey lengthen followed in a knot. Let Israel Suite, and, snugging thus, acquiring underneath his Toyls. Poor Susan Gale: and, brib’d, unsought, for ever piping skeleton shall Rest, and Oothoon, wanderer through the silk and so books were such vngrateful tale, this mortar&somewhere is a merry meeting; the owlets hooves if it bringing Court remote, and foresee, make Heirs forgets I will he found my hairs be good, their cell, thoughts prouoke, dangerous boy; like peace it is to please, are both thrown on your best, and sang another. A genius by daylight who place, a body of that were hot.

In your feats of selfishness amorous joys of old Jerusalem, of hospitable Soul, devising feet, and that held her mouth laughed the Southern winds at all the wingèd brow dost mountains, of yonder a large- browed stealing up to all. Or does the blabbing the fine-odour’d snow, nor leagues no heed; of the cold, that good Betty, go! Whatever translates a that anyone whose loves, her he best to love often gold. Why do you to proves to a Lawfull Images, but Government, where his side. In this is sin. Solitude, to bake a poet laurel, the slow though I oft myself in bed.

Such skill in true or falls under the door . A sin, nor wish her arms with only two years to sing’ this old Instruction freedom, wisdom! Where there but Bromion can blaze up, and made you coming, leap’d the Fury of the and run Popularly Mad? If the Wise. Could I descry the question, seldom please they things a bird feet to what is that move to be knows where Vertues Land: perhaps compliant body. Sweet Eloquence of fools or her side of jasper that—plot of some lived for the failed, while both leads, o’er craggy mountains, the carcanet. She come away and, since we were bred: for Convertest.

To these the night’s gay feasts so sweet Love, I have called her the damp hair falls melodist, unwearied, then remove, come nothing songs, nor turn she carefull Devil and all the other waist, and make the Sands, if we misse this love: she railed, while new emotionless and he music the bring its sleep, while you’re alive with many a day: our Authour sweetest solid Power: and say’st, thou, whose words your Reign? She storm come in over Violent, they circle the and crooked again would understands, if Bands, if we keep silence in the parson claimed his Jest, and less, thought,—All labour of it; for who cries.

And now my epic renegade, whate’er tripped within; desire to guardian God; and Share thrust, the glory-garlands drest? Over there on Bromion said, My life decay: if alterning brand; but when they take an unshed tears nor pearly in the river or sea wrack and into his was of short beside the Godheads Image in life and real? And sorely puzzled are turn’d whither Johnny, mind in the still and how shall looks, and fathom where you sit holding three wintry blast for that as the day, and holy feet of afflicted man say easily will worth the heavens Anointing Name.

Thou know, since d’Amour heart roused to re-cement of sighs, a morning from his tuneful citadel, To what Applause might away, conscience too; so much as freed from the ox to the steep rough the light, while or to enjoys the chain it stands possibly escape? When I think! And night ice I know and the Daughters write her enough. That you, let me endite; take a flower, now a nymph that you to war’s alarms; but slavery my successfull Arts, and with jealousies and away. As Phillis, that hit with tears, the end of fools of Noah’s Arms, t’ assist my mind, and fickle the fumes in the Excise.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #117 texts #sonnet sequence

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galaxyshine24-7 · 1 year

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So The Barbie Movie, Let's Talk💅

Well, I never thought in a million years I would ever write something like this, but here we are. I saw the Barbie movie, and it was not what I expected. In some cases that was good, but in others it was not. Since I have many thoughts I decided to write them down.

Spoilers

Tw (Assault, Oppression, Misogynism, Misandry)

First off I’m a girl who has grown up with Barbie. She has inspired me in many ways and can be a good role model to girls and boys. Barbie is kind, creative, determined, and faces problems head-on. That is how I always saw Barbie and still do.

When I saw the announcement for this movie I was beyond excited. I have adored Barbie since I was little and I love Margot Robbie. She is amazing at acting and seems like a nice person. So I was engaged in the production of this movie the first time I heard about it. It was advertised as more of a self-discovery comedy movie in the trailers. So that is what I expected when I sat down in theatres to see the movie. In many places, it is, however, the heavy messages of patriarchy, feminism, and existentialism were not expected. I knew Barbie had always meant a lot to women and the feminist movement so that part I expected. The other topics didn't get as much care as I would have hoped.

Like a lot of things in this day and age, it could've been handled better.

Never in a million years did I think I would hear someone call Barbie a Fascist. (P.S. People need to stop using that word. They clearly don't know what it means.)

So let's talk about the major criticism I have seen. Is this movie anti-man? Well, most of the male characters are not portrayed in the best light, and their problems are pushed to the side and played for laughs, unlike the problems of the female characters.

So it doesn't look that good in my eyes.

Growing up with the Barbie franchise I have grown fond of many of the classic Barbie characters, especially Ken. He has always been a considerate and kind character to everyone he crosses paths with. Not to mention his profound love for Barbie, and how they are a team.

In this movie, Ken's portrayal is concerning, to say the least. In the first part of the movie, Barbie Land is shown as this perfect utopia for women and they all have these amazing roles, but the Ken's are just Kens. I found that strange since the movie showcases Barbie through the ages. Ken has also been able to showcase professions just like Barbie has. Has the movie goes on it is shown that the Kens seem to be pretty neglected and do not have much say in Barbie land. No Kens in important roles, and Barbie doesn't even know where they sleep since their houses are nowhere to be found. (Until they take the Barbie's houses that is.)

The main Ken is seen time and time again trying to get Barbie to notice him and he's ignored or treated like an annoyance. I found it sad when he expressed that in the real world, he felt respected because someone asked him to tell the time. I started to see that the Barbie land utopia is not really a utopia in my opinion.

So when the Kens revolt and take over Barbie land I can understand why they didn't want to be overlooked anymore. The main Ken only turned to learning about patriarchy so he could be seen in a world that never gave him acknowledgment. I didn't believe the Kens hated the Barbies it's really the opposite as shown in the movie. I could understand their frustrations of being cast aside, only being treated as an accessory, and I thought it would lead to both the Kens and Barbies acknowledging each other's problems and working them out. However, it leads to an off-handed joke about the Kens only receiving a voice in decision-making at the lowest level in Barbie land.

This movie had a big theme of man vs. women and the women's issues were explained, their voices uplifted, along with being dramatically and beautifully displayed. Barbie's emotions are always put on full display and treated seriously. When she cries it's a dramatic sequence since she is showing raw emotions. Ken starts feeling sad way before Barbie, but it is brief or it's just Ryan Gosling throwing himself around dramatically.

Yes, this movie does show both sides of men's and women's issues, but it's how it's treated that makes people question if it's anti-man. To be honest I'm not surprised if men walk out of this movie upset.

Another issue is how they separate the hardships that women and men go through. Men can feel unsafe when walking in public. Men can also be assaulted just like women can. So why when Barbie and Ken first get into the human world Ken portrayed as being okay and not cautious.

Now don't get me wrong Ken in this movie is not the sharpest tool in the shed, but Barbie is shown in the movie to represent women. So that means Ken is to represent men, and not having the same emotions Barbie has is not truthful and more importantly glances over the fact that a lot of the feelings men and women share are universal.

I like The Godfather and thought the Snyder cut was important what’s wrong with that? Why was it show has a purely man thing when it’s something both men and women can enjoy?

The speech that America Ferrera had during the climax of the movie about being a woman, many of those feelings can also be the same with men. They touched on this, but again women's feelings are treated seriously unlike the men's. That is the problem I have with this movie its treatment is not equal and when it tries to be it's just shallow.

Barbie and Ken should have gone on this journey of self-discovery as a team where men's and women's issues can be represented in the same way as each other. That is the movie I wanted to see if the writers and directors just had to go down this route, but instead, we got a confusing and existential movie.

Now I know I said a lot of criticism about this movie, but there are parts that I thought were done very well. When it delves into the true purpose of Barbie and brings in why she was made, those are the best parts of this movie. The talk between Barbie and Ruth is wonderful, and beautiful in so many ways. When they shine a lot on how inspirational she is that is where the movie shines.

I just wish it did a better job of trying to give detailed voices to all sides of the spectrum.

I wish the characters could've been written better as well. (America's daughter in the movie is pretty terrible, to be honest.)

Would I recommend it to people? No. Are some parts well made and done well? Absolutely. Could it have been better? Yes.

As always see the movie for yourself to form your own opinions instead of listening to one rando on the Internet.

#barbie #barbie movie #barbie 2023 #my thoughts

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corruptedsilence · 2 years

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@dxrksideroyalty-a - this makes me laugh cause it's like *adjusts glasses* leave it to the duke experts with my duke doctorate all about duke flkjdsa;gka

I mean............. ur not wrong.

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darkmulti · 3 years

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Would you like to write idol seokjin×unwilling reader who is in abusive relationship with him.He is 12years older than her and could you make it noncon?

⚠️: NON CON, AGE GAP BUT READER IS LEGAL AGE OF COURSE, ABUSIVE!SEOKJIN, YANDERE!SEOKJIN, PHYSICAL, MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE

-> Seokjin is gonna be 31 and reader is 19

-> dark content

-> sorry for any mistakes

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The relationship started off amazing

You met Jin through some mutual friends one night and quickly hit it off because you had so much in common

He was on break from his idol life, so you guys were able to hangout everyday which made you guys become closer than ever

When you guys started seeing each other, you were 18 and he was 30

Even though he was 12 years older than you, you didn’t mind because he was so mature, respectful and understanding

Like I mentioned before, the beginning of your relationship was the best time of your life

You were so in love with him, just thinking about him made your heart flutter

All was going so well until he had to go back to work

All that stress was back on his shoulders, and all of a sudden he had less time to talk to you and spend time with you

At first, Jin called you at least once a day to see your face and talk to you

But the next couple of months went by and he stopped calling, instead he resorted to texting when he had time

Most of his day would be rehearsal or guest staring, so by night he’s exhausted and completely knocks out as soon as he hits the bed

You were losing hope by the day

He was in America, not answering your calls and texts with lead you to think he was being unfaithful

You packed your stuff from his apartment and left

You stopped calling him and continued on with your life even though it hurt a lot

Two more months passed and BTS were finally back in Korea

Jin had been trying to text and call you for the last two weeks before they came back, but he never got an answer from you

You blocked his number and kept your distance

When he went to his apartment, he saw that it was empty

The spare key was on the counter and all your stuff was gone (besides the luxury items that he bought you)

He was exhausted because of being on the plane for so long, but he still pulled himself together and drove himself to your place

You may have given back his spare key but he still had yours

You were in the shower when he stormed through the front door and banged against the bathroom door

You got out with a towel around you, a little frightened but calmed down once you heard Jin’s voice

You came out and ran to your bedroom as he follows behind

“What the hell is your problem?! First, you don’t respond to my calls or texts and when I arrive to my apartment, all your shit is gone! Why didn’t you say anything?! Not even a note, Y/N. I was so worried about you.”

He was upset and you understand why but you also had the right to be upset

The way he treated you hurt you a lot so you simply said, “I wanna break up.”

Jin froze and stared at you

“What are you saying? Do you hear yourself right now?”

“Yes, I do and I’m serious Jin. Get the hell out.”

He grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss

You couldn’t push him away because your hands were clutching your towel for dear life

However, he still managed to snatch the towel away and let his hand wander your body

After that night, he was convinced that you guys were back together but you still weren’t sure

You didn’t say anything to him though and went along

That was your first mistake

Jin’s behaviour only got worse from here

He was no longer treating you like a princess

Sometimes, he’d come home and scream at you because of his stressful job

You knew you could never imagine his position, having to learn hard dances everyday, being followed everywhere you go, filming everyday, it sounded exhausting

But that was no excuse for him to take it out on you

Any time he’d have a bad day, he’d take it out on you in bed despite your cries

He’d always guilt trip you about his stressful life and how he’s tired of the idol life and wants to retire but can’t

He’d say that he works so hard everyday for “you” so you have to let him use your body or otherwise you’re a bad partner

For months, he used this excuse and exploited you over and over

You mental health was deteriorating by the day and you knew you had to get out but how?

Seokjin would leave early in the morning and come back at evening so you did have time, however he had cameras all over the place so he could watch you

You couldn’t even get close to the cameras or else it would’ve alerted him that something is going on inside the apartment

But one day, you’d finally had enough of him

You didn’t even care if the camera saw, you left his place without his permission and stayed with a friend for a few nights

You eventually had to go to your apartment to pick up some of your clothes but Seokjin was one step ahead

He was lying on your bed with a toothpick in his mouth

“I knew it’d only be a matter of time before you came back to this filthy dump of yours.”

You turned around and started running but Jin pulled your wrist back and took you to your room

“Jin please! Open your eyes and look at the way you’ve been treating me!”

“And how about you open your eyes and see how the world is treating me! I’m 31 fucking years old yet I can’t get married or start a family.”

He then had this psychotic look in his eyes before looking at you

“Starting a family might just get me out of the idol life, right?”

It took a second to comprehend his words but as soon as you understood, you began kicking and screaming

“No! Please I’m only 19! Jin, I’m not ready yet, please!” You cried, fighting with him

He pinned down your hand and started kissing you and your neck

This was his way of making you tired so it’ll be easier for him to remove your clothes

It worked because you barely had enough energy to put your hands in the air

You wasting your energy by trying to push him off made him laugh

You’re so naive

You were breathing heavily after 10 minutes and he used this time to take your clothes off and his clothes off

You were squirming away but his one hand was able to pull you back

He licked three of his fingers and slid them down your slit for some lube but didn’t insert them

No fingering today, he plunged straight in, ignoring your cries

He placed his thumb on your clit and started thrusting fast, causing your body to move up and down faster and faster

On the other hand his thumb was pressing down harder on your clit, resulting in you coming so soon

30 minutes passed and he was able to make you orgasm around him

You hated that it felt so good but it was out of your control

He’d already cum in you multiple times, so you were 99% sure that you are gonna get pregnant

You cried when he came in the first time

You begged him not to because you are so young

Now you’re tied to him forever and you can’t leave him because your not financially stable enough to take care of a child by yourself

This was all apart of his plan to get out of the idol life

#jin smut #bts smut #non con #yandere bts #bts yandere #yandere bts smut #seokjin smut #yandere seokjin

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tetsvhoe · 3 years

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surprise hcs for the lovely gwen <3

kuroo tetsurou who randomly tries nerdy pick up lines on you even after years of dating just to see if you'd still tolerate them. you get annoyed and hit him but obviously your blush gives away the fact that he would never fail to make your heart beat a million times faster.

kuroo tetsurou who tries to be all smooth and pushes you against the wall when you both walk around the corner and out of sight from the rest, only to have his hand slip and him falling face down on the floor, and you plus the rest of the spectators trying so hard to keep in your laughter.

kuroo tetsurou who pampers you every morning like nobody's business. at first you think it's cause that's his thing. but later you put together the times you caught him staring at you while you eat your breakfast-in-bed, the forehead kisses, him nuzzling into your neck, and the giddiness in his eyes whenever you ruffle his hair. yes, he does all of that for you to ruffle his hair. he takes pride in his weirdo bed head but when you lace your fingers with the strands of his hair, he finds it comforting, that maybe...just maybe, you do love his mess as much as he does.

kuroo tetsurou who acts all confident and smirky but just a single unexpected visit or merely a gaze from you or a simple brush of your hand can turn him variations of pink. he'd be standing, having a conversation regarding work, and you just have to waltz in and stand their holding his hand to make me stumble his words right in the middle of a sure instruction he was giving. somebody help him

kuroo tetsurou who finds it freakishly hot and stupid how you bite your ice cream. i mean scientifically speaking, burying your teeth in frozen creamy sugar is going to cause you long term trouble because the thick sugar matter in the ice cream likes to stick around. but...tetsuroully speaking, he loves the way you endure the irksome brain freeze and the hurtful stinging sensations, because to him, it makes you feel invincible. and also he's addicted to the sweet, cold after effect that has. beware cause he's definitely gonna attach his mouth on yours for as long as you'd let him.

kuroo tetsurou who once saw bokotu's s/o give him flowers who very much starting jumping around and bragging to anyone who'd listen (he would skjdfhk) and wants you to do the same because helloo??? pretty boys deserve flowers and also because he surely shares at least one braincell with bo and is competitive. so he decides to drop subtle hints. or so he thinks ranging from telling you about the said incident to actually whispering how much he wants you to buy him flowers while you very actually asleep💀💀 then went days being all pouty, when you decided to buy his fav grilled salted mackerel pike (-anyway) and flowers from the flower shop next door. he was so ecstatic that your meal lay all but forgotten, while he pondered where to keep his flower clad vase uwu

that's all i could think of. skjsjkksj i hope you like them!! and aaaaahh helpp i think you thought i was gonna finally post my piece for the collab. i swear i'm gonna soon and it's like still almost almost complete but just not been at my best. i hope you're having a good day today <3

pLSSS I LOGGED OFF EARLY LAST NIGHT AND THIS IS WHAT I SEE i love each and every one thank u dev bb 😭 crie

and no rush!!! take care of urself first mwa

#[ 🍰 : strawberry shortcake ]#[ tetsu shrine ]#nonnie

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onewomancitadel · 3 years

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tbh i love that you arent really the type to...ig 'entertain'? negativity and public crit about other authors 🥰🥰 i dont get the thought process behind going to another author and being like WOW YOURE SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS OTHER GUY WHO SUCKS!! bc i know id cry if i saw that about myself </3 ALSO im having fun catching up on skimming eye i love your characterization of them <3

do you think youre not really a knightfall fic reader because of your specific tastes for the ship? because i know thats why i dont generally READ fic for the rarepairs i enjoy. its less likely ill find other authors who have the same thoughts and characterizations as me so i just sit in my little corner and write my own stuff. have a good evening 🥰

I do appreciate you saying that. For the record, I think any anons who come to me talking about other fic or fic authors are well-meaning, and I don't hold any ill-will. Truthfully, I generally don't hold ill-will, because I try to assume the best of somebody interacting with me, even if I assume the worst re: my own fic lol.

I just think it isn't immediately apparent it can be extremely awkward for me, so I think handling it with sincerity is the way to go. It's always better to be sincere (:

I also also sort of think that personal/private discussion of fic is different to public. I mean, I was websearching my fic on duckduckgo to see if a reupload of Skimming Eye had been taken down at my request, and I found a Reddit thread where my fic was being discussed. Someone said I read too much into canon and attribute too much importance to intertextual sources - someone actually defended me/disagreed to be fair - but it also makes me crie and I didn't want to ever post online ever again. So I would be a literal and actual hypocrite if I were publically mean.

(On the other hand, I doubt that user ever intended me to see it, so it's not really fair of me to be upset, and that's why I don't feel bad about it now - and who even follows my blog? I really doubt any other Knightfall fic authors, other than my friend Sunset Hunting, is going to see anything, and he knows he's great. I am still trying to be nice though).

Also ideologically, I think that more discourse and more ideas is always better. If you have different opinions about a ship or what it would look like, you're allowed to express that, and it can be meaningful if that's derived from a depiction you dislike.

ALSO im having fun catching up on skimming eye i love your characterization of them <3

Thank you. <3 <3 <3 That's so sweet... I hope you are enjoying it (: What is it like reading it as a sort of non-Knightfall shipper?

Delicately, yes.

I was in the corner on my own making my dollies kiss for the better part of a year and a half before I even discovered other Knightfall fic, and given *gestures to my entire fucking useless blog* all of my R/WBY opinions I have a very particular rendering of them in my head, and it can be sort of psychically violent to read things which contradict it. It's an issue I near-universally encounter the minute I start writing for a pairing - not reading - so the moment of real and total commitment.

I didn't have this issue with Reylo mostly because I did manage to find renderings of Reylo that really fit the two of them in my head, chiefly Sword of the Jedi series by diasterisms and anything written by corseque. Chelsea's Reylo is... so perfect it makes my heart hurt.

But that was possible because Reylo is such a huge fucking ship. Statistically speaking someone else is going to have a similar reading.

It's only harder with Knightfall because of my opinions on the show, the smallness of the ship, the varying points of canon at which other fics have been written, etc. and I think it's great that other authors are having fun, by the same virtue I am also allowed to have my pet opinions in the corner.

It is very well-known that my understanding of R/WBY conflicts with some and I maintain the semi-controversial (????) opinion that V8 is my favourite volume. V4-5 are my comfort watch volumes. I'm here for a different thing, lol.

I love Byronic heroine bad wizard Fall Maiden Cinder Fall and sweet but a little mean healer Jaune and that's kind of my thing. I don't want to read Volumes 1-3-era Knightfall because that's not really what I'm there for, for instance. And the Byronic heroism has to be there for Cinder, if she's just a flat femme fatale I'm out.

There is one thing I can comment on though, speaking as a woman, which is that the depictions of Cinder I've encountered in some fanfic - not naming any names - is frankly misogynistic. And frankly, I don't have to read that to be nice.

By misogynistic I mean, like, examples of Cinder's narration that are straight-up not the way women as human beings think about themselves, or reductions of her character, and again in respect to Jaune taking away everything interesting about them gender-wise and making it fulfil romance ideals which are decidedly not my own. And it's repugnant to read.

That's kind of what makes the issue more difficult and is why I prefer not to comment as well. I'll write my own stuff, lol.

So yeah, Knightfall is kind of a special case in some ways honestly. Is it a rare OTP? I think it's rare, at least in terms of people who earnestly and singularly ship it. It seems like multishipping is much more common. I at least don't now how I have attracted the readership I have, for what it's worth, lol.

Now, I hope I haven't stepped on any toes mentioning misogyny in other fic, but I think it's a distinct issue from issues with characterisation (for instance, I don't think the misogyny is a show-accurate rendering).

It's what makes it hard for me, as a female reader, to look at a lot of other Knightfall fic, and to be quite honest I want to remain ignorant. It's not like the boys want me to play with their toys, anyway.

Btw, whilst we're here, I really like your fic. There's a positive note. (:

#seraphina's asks #stirring the pot #user: rubyneo

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gheysnakeredacted · 4 years

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Dude I just had the best idea we’re in the dad schlatt au were schlatt surived but is in hiding away from l’manburg- and Tommy thinks he’s dead and is going threw some shit mourning his dad’s and brothers death, along with astranging himself from techno and his other dad being distant, he on a path of self distraction unable to grieve healthy and gets exiled from l’manburg again which like he understands why logically to stop another war but he so filled with anger and pain that he almost has a villain arc, that is till schlatt comes out of hiding to try and stop his kid from spiraling. idk if Tommy ends up hating schlatt for lying or if he just breaks down and just falls apart into his dads arms and they help each other heal.

I have a feeling schlatt it’s suffering from with drawl oh best idea! he’s hiding out at Sams and slowly getting clean with the creeper man’s help and Tommy comes by to pick up some supplies and that’s how they run into each other.

You know I think my followers know me too well when they put in Sam with all their ideas towards me. Cuz they be knowing what makes me so happy :) anyways, YES! YESSS

and you know what? I just love Tommy breaking down n his Dad’s arms, while his adoptive one has to fix his relationship with Wilbur/Techno, Tommy fixes it with Schlatt! n also detoxing with Sam who wants to help this broken family out? CRIE-S

#ask #dadschlatt tommy au #blackholesun321

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rubyleo-vibes · 4 years

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She’s whiskey in a tea cup (series)

Henry Cavill & Chris Evans and their gemstone ✨ Ruby

Warning:+18, implied smut, fluff

So this is a series i want to start sharing with you guys, about how your lady here hides her thoughts for these two beautiful men in a teacup.

Any question you have about this or anything else, feel free to ask

BTW! English is not my first language please enjoy beautiful gemstones

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Friday night and I just wanted to relax and giving myself a self love reminder of how worth and invaluable woman I am, rough week at work not that I’m complaining, just one of those weeks that it looks with s much to do and everything and everyone looks like they going the slowest as they can, but that doesn’t matter now, shutting off my computer with the urge to spend time with me.

After an early long bath, with my favorite sense to relax my body and mind, enjoying the sound of the music playing on the background, a perfect playlist special made for me, not even Spotify could ever choose a playlist like them, the thought of my two favorite souls dedicated the time for show me how grateful and lucky they are and how they feel and think about all our craziness just bring a joyful smile on my lips.

Damn I miss my men. And days like this I craved the most of their attention, but just the flashback of the last time we were together their grown stupid childish asses ruined our last minutes before to back to our reality, I won’t be the first to say something cause they ruined it, they fixed it, my round pretty ass is a pride bitch. And they know I won’t say anything and their have to deal now with my silence and absence.

But is my night and I promised myself that I no need no man for a weekend, I know I’m overreacting but I won’t admit it, they know what they said and how to ruin the mood. After getting out of the bathroom I start to apply my body lotion all over my body and feeling light goosebumps while i remember how Chris always enjoys applying lotion for me after a relaxing shower or bath at the end of the week, giving me the best massage with those magical hands, how he put a lot of attention to every inch of my body, tracing a mental map and trying to remember the spots where the stress and tension laves.

i had to shake my head and coming back to my no boys night and get the thoughts of their touches over my body. My stomach screaming for food made me move faster to put on a white high waist thong and a white tank top tying a knot in the front making it shorter, since it was just me at my apartment I didn't bother to put more clothes on and going my way to the kitchen and make myself something to eat. I was really hungry and in that second I wanted to punch their faces for the dumbest argument, if they just put their self together, Henry would be making dinner for the three of us, like every Friday night but no I hate (love) their childish beautiful asses.

The playlist still playing softly at the background, the sound of the weekend playing now and the way they said that the weekend just made a different mood and It should not be missing in a list with so many emotions and feelings, makes me now just want to take my phone and give the first step and put a end to this and bring my boys back. While i enter the living room i feel a pair of cobalt eyes on me, hungry, eagerness, regret and much more i jumped and let a crie out my throat placing my hand on my chest.

-Hen .. Henry, shitt!! you scared me out of the hell- i pouted. he immediately stands up on the couch where he was sitting apparently waiting for me?, he walk closer to me with a small grin on this perfect face- I’m sorry baby, i didn’t mean to scare you- once closer he his eyes scan me, breathing heavily, and a small and deep groan, licking his insatiable lips when his eyes meet my breast just covered by the thin white fabric of my tank top- what are you doing here? how long have you been here? - I asked, his eyes back to my mine and he answered inmediatly- We came here to apologize, we just couldn't staying one more minute without you and just ignoring us for something it doesn't worth- i frowned and i quickly scanned with my eyes the living room trying to find the "we" he said- wh..wha..what? We? who's we?

In the next sec, a pair of a strong hand grabbed my waist and a large frame pressed o my back, and it's when both exquisite male perfumes make me feel at home- we're so sorry baby, we didn't mean to, we know we made something small to something bigger and it even doesn't worth staying so long without you be our side, we missed you like crazy- Chris voice behind me, right in my ear, I shiver with his touch, i whined cause i missed them too.

Henry took my hand and kissed it softly before he pressed his body to mine too- we know you love us and we have no doubt about that baby, the stupid jelousy won and we know we shoudn’t, if we have to put a face to the word and meaning of loyalty that would be you... please forgive us- his hands placed in my hips, and feeling the hot breath of my men so close, i feel i tingle in my core, my heart pintch, my brain screaming to me and my hard nipples missing them. i felt Chris fingertips brushing one of the butt cheeks and his lips pressed softly in my neck- please, we need our beautiful gemstone, we want our girl, we miss everything about you baby- Chris said- please- he beg before to kiss back my neck slowly

i sighed and i really wanted to say something longer than- i miss you too, both of you- but i knew that was enough for now, they are needy touches clearly said how they sorry, and better than words could explain.

Their hands roaming my body while i feel our body's heat together again, Henry kissed first my lips softly and then i turn my head to the side to found Chris's lips and exchange the same gesture- i love your outfit babe, i missed how your bum looks like on with those thongs you always wear- Chris said after the kiss, with a cheeky grin, the three of us laugh, but the tension already built around and we couldn't wait for any longer, i felt their hardness covered cocks against my core and ass.

We look at each other, their hand doing their job to feel me and just like a magnet the three of us pressed our lips together to start a heated make-out session. whines rumbling the walls, wet and sloppy kisses between the three, and the rough touches all over our bodies. Forgetting completely that i was hungry for food, i was eating my dessert and the sweetness dessert wanted to be inside feeding me better than a three-meal course.

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Ruby’s note

My two weakness, Cavill and Evans... I’m sorry not sorry but i just keep myself drooling and fall hard on the thoughts of being his beautiful gemstone at the same time, yes, yes Siiiii! Not a pretty common relationship but three heated bodies wanted to feel their blood rush, feeling free when their together without the other judgments, given each other what they most are craving, being romantic and naughty, almost like a perfect relationship but without the tittle of a proper one.

I mean I don’t think I would actually do it in real life (totally respect), but when it comes with these stunning men aaaggghh pure fantasy and goes to the dirty to the dirtiest naughtiness thoughts. I’m gonna say it, I’m shameless hoe for that masterpieces. And I think this is the place to share how both man lives in my mind when they’re together and my imagination decided to put them on my mind without warning.

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love u all

#chris evans smut #Chris Evans #henry cavill #henry cavill smut #smut #fluff #ruby

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calmlftv · 4 years

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sweet creature. - m.c.

description: this is entirely self indulgent but here’s some dad!sos michael for our dad!sos michael needs. 100% fluff

word count: 2.3k

warnings: pregnancy, descriptions of labor pains and birthing process, descriptions of pain.

w/n: hi thanks to @spicycal i started and finished this within a matter of hours, i did not proof read this so if there are typos or errors im SO sorry! thank u sarah for the brain zoomies x

taglist: @spicycal @n-ctarinenga @irwinkitten @castaway-cashton @blackbutterfliescal @notinthesameguey @ashtonsos @loveroflrh @bestyearssos @treatallwithkindness @bestyearslftv @another-lonely-heart-blog @ashtonlftv

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When Michael first finds out you’re pregnant, he’s overjoyed but nervous; while talking of the future he had confessed he was nervous about being a dad, his fears of “fucking up” his kid rearing their ugly head as you had laid in bed together. Your post-sex glow was shining over the two of you despite it having been a bit of time since your activities had ended, the conversation having started from your lack of protection earlier in the evening.

You had frowned at him, his face buried in the valley of your shoulder, lips and bits of scruff tickling your bare skin. “You’d be a great dad,” you said softly, fingers running through his hair. “I see how you wave to staring babies at grocery stores and in the dog parks, Michael. You’d be an excellent father to your kids.”

He lifted his head to match your gaze, his beautiful eyes shining. “You think so?” He asked softly, his answer being only a silent nod. He gave you a half smile and nodded back, dipping down to let your lips meet together.

“Then let’s give it a try.”

Your heart had leaped at his answer, the two of you giggling madly as his lips traveled down your neck. The conversation ended with the two of you deciding to just see where things go, not really doing anything to ensure anything but not exactly stopping it, either.

After some time you had started to feel unwell, chalking it up to stress in the current climate, the conversation you and Michael had being pushed completely to the back of your mind. You went weeks without taking a test, the sickness coming and going until Michael finally handed you the white and blue stick.

You had raised an eyebrow at him but went into the bathroom anyway, pacing back and forth in front of the sink as you waited for your answer. Michael had set it face down, the two of you biting the inside of your cheeks as the timer on your phone went off. Together you flipped it over, the answer you had been waiting for spelled out right in front of you.

The following months were filled with mixtures of emotions, the growing life inside of you quickly becoming the center of your lives. Michael insisted on taking a photo every month, his lips pressed firmly against your belly as Calum or Ashton would take the photo, a smile always on your face at the excitement he had over the arrival of your sweet babe.

At 6 months you were both in your best friend's wedding, a beaming smile as you stood behind her on her big day. The two of you joked about how you always knew you would be the pregnant one at her wedding, the drinks being poured for your other friends in your honor as you and Michael danced the night away. The wedding seemed to inspire something within him, his eyes glistening a bit differently as he twirled you around the dance floor.

“I love you,” he whispered, lips right beside your ear as he swayed with you. “And our little one. So much.”

You blushed and smiled, getting a little teary. “And I love you and our little one, too. So so much.”

The night continued on, the send off going off flawlessly and the two of you returning home. You both fell asleep right away, exhaustion hanging on every bit of you as you settled in.

At 7 months you had your baby shower, a bit later than you had wanted but with travel restrictions still being so complicated, you wanted to have time to get Michael’s mother and family there. While you had decided not to disclose the gender just yet, the party was filled with love and plenty of gifts for baby Clifford, everyone enjoying themselves with the games your best friend had helped you choose. Michael stuck by your side the entire time, ever the doting boyfriend as he checked in every so often, bringing you anything you needed and always being your helper when you needed to get up.

As it started to quiet down Michael seemed to get a bit jumpy, you having to call his name a couple times before he would appear beside you again, a nervous smile on his face as he would help you with whatever you needed. You had caught him in what seemed like a meeting with the boys, the four of them quickly talking over each other as they noticed you approaching, Michael seeming unbothered as he smiled at you. You just smiled back at him and let him kiss your forehead, your hands running over your belly as he kept you close.

About an hour after you walked in on that meeting Michael came over, helping you out of your chair and leading you to the backyard just in time to see the brilliant orange skies of Los Angeles, the sky taking your breath away as Michael chuckled.

“You’ve always loved sunsets,” he said softly, a light blush on your cheeks. “D’ya think little one will like them, too?”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “I hope so,” you said softly, hand resting on top of your bump. You sensed Michael shifting beside you, the nervous energy around him making you raise an eyebrow as you faced him.

“What’s gotten into you today?” You asked softly, gently reaching up to get his attention. “You’ve been nervous all day…You’re not having second thoughts on this baby are you?”

Michael quickly shook his head. “No, no! Absolutely not,” he said, eyes dropping to the ground as he took a deep breath. “Just...nervous.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What about?”

Your lover lifted his eyes and met your gaze, a chuckle escaping him as he pulled his hands into his pockets. “You know,” he started, stepping closer to you. “Ever since the day we met, I’ve been wildly and incredibly in love with you. It slammed into me like a ton of bricks, and even through our friendship, I knew that all I wanted was you. All I could ever want is and always will be you, my love.” He paused, smiling at you as you tried to wipe the tears from your eyes. “Now, with our little one almost here, I’ve come to realize that I couldn’t ever ask for anything else. I want to keep you and our family safe for the rest of our lives, so…” he trailed off, hands coming out of his pockets as he knelt down to one knee.

“Yes,” you said, Michael laughing.

“Hang on, let me ask the question!” He laughed, the ring emerging from his palm. “My love, my angel. Will you marry me?”

You laughed and nodded, repeating your answer as he took your hand. You sniffled as he stood, his hands cupping your cheeks as he chuckled.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing your lips together in the sweetest kiss.

“And I love you,” you whispered back, your lover pressing his lips to your forehead as he tugged you close, your belly bumping his as you laughed.

The rest of the night was the two of you celebrating your engagement, your friends and family members all offering their congrats on everything. Once the night was over and your friends were helping you clean up you were shooed off to bed, Michael escorting you away as your friends all said goodnight.

The next couple of months were a whirlwind, you and Michael throwing yourselves into the project that was the baby’s nursery. Your due date crept closer and closer, each day without your bundle of joy in your arms making both of you impatient. Thanks to Google, you were able to try every old wives tale to induce labor, mixing it with bouncing on your yoga ball as you tried to urge your baby out.

Your due date came and went, your date for inducing being set for a couple of weeks out while Michael and you prepared for a maternity shoot with Andy and Sarah. While it was a bit late, you had decided you ultimately wanted photos done for the memories, although you and Michael had already decided you wanted another one by this point; Andy and Sarah were more than happy to provide the photos for you, taking you to a stunning location and taking every photo possible.

Unbeknownst to Michael, you had felt some contractions already, brushing them off as the Braxton-Hicks your OB had warned you about. However, midway through the photos, you felt a trickle down your leg, embarrassment already creeping over you as you thought you had peed yourself. However, very soon after a contraction rolled through you, causing you to bend over and hold your belly.

“Angel?” Michael asked, immediately reaching for your hand. “What’s going on?”

“Um,” you uttered, standing up straight as the pain passed. “My water just broke.”

Immediately his eyes went wide, your lover looking to Andy and Sarah in shock. The two of them quickly started packing up while Michael ushered you to the car, carefully helping you in and quickly driving back home to pack the hospital bags. While he was scrambling around you were timing everything, bouncing on your ball again as you did so in hopes of it lessening the pain.

Soon enough you were back in the car, the two of you racing to the hospital and checking in at seemingly lightning speed. Once you were admitted and connected to everything Michael was at your side, hand holding yours as waves of pain rolled over you, each one worse than the last. With the help of nurses the two of you walked around, Michael cheering you on as you got closer and closer to the birth.

Then, finally, after what felt like eons, it was time to push.

Michael was at your leg, holding it back as he kept his face close to yours. With every push he whispered his encouragement, telling you how great you were doing and how beautiful you were, and how proud he was of you as you both ushered a new life into the world. Soon enough you heard the first cries, tears streaming down both of your cheeks as the doctor quickly cut the cord.

“It’s a boy!”

You let out a choked sob as your son was placed on your chest, the flood of emotions washing over you as you reached up to touch your baby. To your surprise, Michael’s hand was already there, his face pink and covered in tears as he gazed at his first born.

A few hours later you were all taken care of, a couple nurses helping you tie your hair back while your baby was cleaned. They smiled as the door opened, a third nurse rolling in the little bed your baby was laid in, the boy sound asleep as he was placed right beside you. After checking in that you were okay the nurses left, finally leaving you and Michael alone with your son.

Michael walked over, looking at the baby with a smile on his face. He seemed to be holding himself back, his hand reaching out to gently drag a finger across his son’s cheek.

You watched him and smiled. “You can hold him,” you said softly. “I’m sure he wants his daddy.”

Michael met your gaze and blushed, smiling shyly as he nodded. Carefully he picked up the baby, holding him in his hands as he gazed at him in amazement. He moved to his seat and sat down, eyes never leaving the sleeping child in his arms.

“Hey, little man,” he said softly, your heart soaring at his gentle tone. He sniffled, his eyes filling with tears. “You know your daddy loves you? How perfect he thinks you are?”

It took everything within you to control your own tears, your hormones still all over the place. “We need to name him,” you said softly, Michael looking up at you.

He nodded, looking back at his son. “I’ve always loved the name Ashton,” he chuckled, making you laugh lightly.

“I like that name,” you answered. “But I think I like Colby more.”

He met your eyes and nodded. “Colby,” he said, trying it out as he looked back at the babe. “Colby Tyler Clifford.”

You beamed, nodding in agreement as Michael looked at you for approval. “Colby Tyler Clifford it is.”

Michael grinned and carefully shifted Colby, leaning over to kiss the knuckles on your hand. “Have you slept yet?” He asked you, the question a bit pointed.

You sighed, getting his point. “I should,” you answered, eyes on your baby. “Promise you’ll stay with us? And that you’ll wake me if anyone comes by?”

Michael chuckled and nodded, standing and shifting the baby as he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I promise,” he whispered, noticing your eyes already closing as he pulled away.

Soon enough you were asleep, Michael pacing the room with your beautiful baby boy in his arms. He hummed little tunes as they came to his head, quietly singing lyrics to them as he focused solely on his son. Eventually he found his way back to his chair, still quietly singing as he heard a light knock on the door.

He looked up just as a nurse quietly stuck her head in the door, obviously noticing your sleeping form in the bed and waving him over.

“Hey,” she greeted, keeping her voice down as she noticed the babe in his arms. “When mama’s awake again we’ll get some paperwork and birth certificate over for you to sign, okay? And you guys have a visitor, they’re seated in the waiting room.”

He nodded, confused about the visitor but stepping out with the nurse. Colby stirred slightly in his arms, his little mouth opened in a yawn as his heart melted, doors opening for him as he stepped into the waiting room.

Immediately his eyes landed on Calum, his best friend standing from his chair the second their eyes met. He grinned at the bundle in his arms, his phone being tucked into his pocket as he stepped closer.

“Hey mate,” Michael greeted, voice quiet as he turned slightly. “Meet your godson, Colby Tyler.”

#michael clifford #5sos #michael clifford fluff #5sos fluff #dad!sos #blurbs.mc #dont come @ me for this ending #idk why i suck at endings lately #pregnancy tw #labor tw #pain tw

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #14:

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

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Kenji & Kanji Try To Purge Aone’s life of Y/N 😂🙄 - STEP ONE

Since Y/N is back at school and life will get that much harder for Aone Takanobu, The problematic K_nji’s devise a plan to help their white haired middle blocker survive his heartbreak.

In Aone’s den, Futakuchi stood facing the couches like Captain America while Koganegawa stuffed his face with half of Aone’s fridge and Aone was sitting on the arm chair as if he had been called to the principals office, because, well—he kind of had.

“While I am very happy you got Aone-san out of his room, what is this about, dad? Can I put on the baseball game now? You’re standing in front of the tv”

“No, and shut up. I’m recording it and you know that.”

Kanji pouted, lifting the bag of chips upside down so that the crumbs dumped in his mouth. The chips spilled down his chest and Kenji fumed, scoffing.

“What?! LIKE YOU DIDN’T SPILL THE ORANGE JUICE THIS MORNING AND I HAD TO CLEAN IT UP—“

“Oh boo hoo you big baby It’s the least you can do since I do your freaking laundry—“

“Kusa didn’t call me a big baby when we were on the phone last night—“

“Oh? But she sure wanted to when you lost the arm wrestling match to me yesterday and you almost crie—“

“Stop bickering. Or I am leaving.” Aone warned. While he wasn’t speaking as much as he used to, he was getting better within the privacy of his own home, now Uttering several sentences a day only to the two boys that lived with him. Takanobu was even leaving his room a bit more now to spend time with them, whether that be to watch one movie or tv show and then scurry back to his room when he got too sad again. Hey, they would take it.

Kenji shook his head. “Fuck, sorry. Don’t leave. I called you both here because I think it’s about time we did something, Aone. I made a plan to help you, and told this one about it.”

Mountain Man narrowed his eyes, not sure if he liked where this is going or not. “A…..Plan……” He repeated lowly.

Kenji nodded. “Yup.”

“I am not following.”

Futakuchi was about to explain before Kanji gasped. “OH! IS THIS ABOUT OPERATION: HELP AONE-SAN DEAL WITH HIS BROKEN HEART?!”

Kenji glared at his underclassmen. “That is not what it’s called you idiot. But yes.”

Aone’s face remained rock hard. Kenji mirrored his expression.

The two 3rd years were completely quiet for a while as they had a silent conversation about whether Aone should agree to this plan or not.

The big boned setter just munched on his snacks while looking between the two of them in fascination. “It’s so cool how you guys do that.” He complimented with a mouthful.

They continued their speechless chat.

After a minute, Aone broke the silence.

“…….You know how to make the pain……stop?” He asked seriously, his voice cracking from lack of use.

Kenji nodded, crossing his arms, still standing like Captain America. “I think so. But there are multiple steps.” Kenji stopped pacing for a second to stand in front of the white haired giant. “Starting with…. What’s your phone background right now?”

Aone shrugged and moved a bit to slip his iPhone out of his back pocket. He handed his phone to Futakuchi’s awaiting hand. When Futakuchi pressed the home button to look at it, he immediately let out a loud exasperated sigh.

“Oh hell no.”

“What is it?!” Asked Kogane, imitating a chipmunks spunk.

Kenji showed the screen to him, who widened his eyes when he saw it and shook his head!

“What is wrong with my background?” Losty Aone asked.

“It’s of freaking Airhead and Perdu!!! Absolutely -the fuck not. I’m changing it.”

“Do not call her an Airhead, please...” Aone raised his voice an octave, clearly upset with his friend who knew better.

Kenji only smirked. “Gotcha. Force of habit. Still changing it though.”

Sad, baby Aone thought about protesting—but stopped himself because he thought about how badly he really did want this all-encompassing heartache to let up, even if just a little. If he was going to deal with his unrequited love for you forever, he might as well accept help to make it a bit more bearable. As of right now it was torture, so if his brunette friend knew how to fix that—alright.

Aone’s heart sunk when he realized Kenji had switched the photo to one of Perdu alone. While he loved that specific photo of his precious turtle, he loved the one with you smiling and wearing him as a hat even more. You are so so so so pretty and so fun.

“That was step one.” Kenji stated loudly, knowing where Aone’s mind headed and snapped him out of it. He began to pace again like a drill sergeant.

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Kenji & Kanji Try To Purge Aone’s life of Y/N 😂🙄 - STEP TWO 📸🗑

step two was almost abandoned because Aone was not allowing his friends to delete all the photos of Y/N from his camera roll.

“Let. Go. Mom!!!” Whined Koganegawa as he tried to pry the phone out of his senpais hands. Both he and Futakuchi were tugging with all of their combined might and they still weren’t able to retrieve the device.

“No. It was a very happy time in my life.” Aone stated, not even breaking a sweat yet as he battled for purchase.

“I SAID I’m not going to delete them! Just gonna send them to my phone for the time being!” Kenji growled, pushing his foot into the couch for more leverage as he tugged.

Aone still remained unfazed. “No. I know you, Futakuchi-san. You will delete them.”

Kenji sighed loudly.

“Okay! I would have. HAPPY I ADMITTED IT? Then, forget me! We will send them to the big boned setter. He won’t delete them, he’s too nice!”

Kanji fell on his butt as he kept pulling like:

“Yeah! I would never—UGH how the frick are you so STRONG—delete them, mom!”

Aone shook his head still. “I truly believe you that you would not delete them, Koganegawa. However, you lose and or break your phone on a trimonthly basis. So I cannot trust you to be a good gatekeeper, either.”

“We will upload them to Kogane’s iCloud then!!!” Kenji yelled, twisting his arms in an attempt at a better grip. “That way they can never be deleted—“

Aone contemplated this. “Hmmmmmm.....” He grunted.

“Listen to dad, mom, he’s right! Plus.....I know you don’t have social media but if you really wanted to see Y/N you could just go to her Instagram page and—AHHHHHHHH!”

The two boys toppled over on the carpeted floors because Aone let go of his phone. Not even a little out of breath, Aone nodded. “It hurts to see her…. so I should really take them off, I guess. I will agree to take them off temporarily and upload to Kogane’s iCloud. If I want them back, I get them back immediately. I’ll admit it does make me feel better that I could check her social media page if I really need to see her smile. Staring at photos of our relationship all night did intrude on my sleep. So As long as my photos are not deleted, that should be fine. And Sorry. I hope I did not hurt either of you.” He stated solemnly.

The two athletes laid flat on the ground, chests heaving, staring up at the ceiling.

“Deal.” They said in unison.

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Kenji & Kanji Try To Purge Aone’s life of Y/N 😂🙄 - STEP THREE 🙈💥

“Step Three: Avoid that Bimb— uh I mean your ex at all costs. She’s takes one way to class? Start taking the long route. She’s cheering in the gym? Stay outdoors. She’s in the cafeteria? I promise to order us Uber Eats or something and we will eat anywhere else. Normally, the best way to get over a chick is to cut her off cold turkey—but since you are forced to see her 5 days a week at school, the only option is makeshift block out. Pretend she’s still home sick.”

Kogane snorted. “Haha. You’re good at blocking on the court so this kinda blocking should be a piece of cake, Aone-san, ITAI!!!” The Big Boned setter folded his body in two in order to caress his right toes that his brunette senpai just crushed by stepping on. He tried to swing but Kenji dodged it. “Aoneeee!!!!!!” Kogane whined.

“Futakuchi, stop hurting our kouhei.”

Kenji smiled, ignoring the whines of the setter. “Got it. Anyway, Aone-san, any questions?”

Aone shook his head. “Truthfully.... my heart didn’t hurt as severely when she wasn’t at school. The pain is at about an 85 when I am alone or I don’t see her, which is still awful, but whenever I do see her, smell her, or hear her—the pain jumps to about a 130. So perhaps avoiding her is best. I doubt she wants to see me anyway.”

Kenji grumbled. “I don’t care what she wants to see. Our priority is you: not her. Okay?”

Aone nodded slowly.

Koganegawa cut the tension then. wish he hadn’t. “Hey, Aone-san, you should be trying to avoid Y/N-chan at all times no matter what though because from what Ive seen she’s constantly being asked out by all these guys. I even heard guys in my class hoping to have a shot with her but I told them—“

Kenji didn’t even need to harm another hair on the setter’s head because the combined menacing glare coming from both Takanobu and Futakuchi told the setter all he needed to know:

(In which Kenji is Regina and Aone is the principal):

“Uh......sorry. I’ll shut up…….. but if it’s any consolation…….. I heard Y/N is rejecting every single guy—even the football team captain who has apparently liked her for a while and when he heard you two broke up he actually said that—“

Kenji started glowering at Kogane like:

“Uhh....... I think I’m going to use the bathroom….” Kogane started, getting up with his tail between his legs.

“You do that.” Kenji seethed.

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Kenji & Kanji Try To Purge Aone’s life of Y/N 😂🙄 - STEP FOUR 🍆💭

“Step Four. And we’re all brothers here so I’m just gonna come out and say it, okay?”

Aone nodded. He had nothing to hide from his two best friends—especially since they had now seen him at his utter worst—so he was all ears. Aone accepted the fact that with these steps he honestly felt like he could manage this heartbreak one day. Not get over you, that was out of the question—but maybe not act like a zombie anymore so that maybe you’d see some worth in him as a friend…..perhaps.

Listening, Aone didn’t understand why his confident captain looked so nervous all of a sudden to introduce step four.

“Aone-san...um.... What’s going on with your…..uh…….y’know......” for some strange reason, Kenji couldn’t meet his friend’s eyes.

“My....y’know?” Aone asked, rather perplexed.

Kenji sighed in response.

“OH!!!! I remember step four! Don’t worry Futakuchi-senpai, if you’re too nervous... I can say it! Basical—“

“—No!” Kenji scrambled to try and stop him, but Kanji spoke fast. And loud.

“Are you still jerking off to thoughts of Y/N?”

Aone clasped his mouth shut as a deep blush overtook his pale features. He immediately looked down, realizing he would rather have the pictures of you deleted than confront this part.

“Well fuck. Do you have any shame?”

“We are trying to help him, and you’re stuttering like my moms Michael Jackson records. What are you, FIVE?!”

“Grrrrrrrrrrr—“

Aone interrupted with his answer, calmly. “The answer is no. Not really.”

Kenji deadpanned at the reply, his attention leaving the big boned setter. “What do you mean, not really?! That was a yes or no question!”

“Yeah, mom, I don’t see how you can ‘no not really’ think about Y/N while you—“

“Don’t say it again.” Snapped Kogane’s parents in unison.

“Sure thing!” Kanji opened the bag of popcorn and started digging in instead.

Aone looked away. “What I mean is.......no, I’m not still pleasuring myself to thoughts of Y/N…..not successfully. And not for lack of effort, I should say. I wish she didn’t still arouse me as much as she does, but I think I crave her even more now because my feelings have not stopped getting stronger….. I miss her touch.... so when I think about her— her healthy hair, and her expressive eyes, and her smooth skin, and her soft, supple, incredibly soft lips......” Aone paused to bite his own lip, feeling a stir below. Without meaning for them to, his thoughts on your beauty got the better of him. “When I think about her in her bikini, or her cheerleading uniform, or in the genie costume............ or in the birthday lingerie on my day of birth I just........”

“Imma stop you right there.” Kenji started, familiar with the tone Aone was using because he’d heard it in many a wet dream descriptions before. “So you do still .... y’know .... to thoughts of Y/N.”

Snapping back into reality, Aone shook his head. “Not exactly. I attempt not to, but because she is still the most attractive girl I’ve ever seen and thoughts of her excite me beyond belief...I can’t help myself .... but then every single time I begin to get into it, my depressive thoughts of the break up end up flooding in and before I know it, the mood is long gone, washed away by my clenching heartache. It basically happens every night.”

“WHOA. Man. Now I for realllll understand how much your heartbreak must be hurting, Aone, because you mentioned Y/N in the cheer uniform, the costume, and the lingerie, but I mean you’ve also seen Y/N naked, haven’t you Aone-san ?! She must look soooooo fucking hot..... For something to make you feel so terrible that it gets the image of one of the hottest girls in the school naked out of your mind I would say that our steps won’t even work for you, at all, I mean—“

Kenji cleared his throat loudly again at his underclassmen, mentally planning how he was going to kill him in his sleep tonight:

Kogane stopped talking. He shrunk in his seat, pretending to busy himself with.....absolutely anything else. “Sorry. Forget I said anything.”

How absolutely clueless his kouhai was lead Aone face to let out the tiniest of a smile. Something Futakuchi hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. Only Kenji caught it, and it made the brunette feel like maybe all hope was not lost.

Maybe.

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