#I changed a few things about Rooney but I think those changes fit them better

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OC Interviews

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Blue Murphy

Name: Jay Casey Murphy Nickname: Family and Close Friends call them Blue Jay while most others call them Blue. They're also called Deputy, Dep, Rookie, and Rook in Hope County. Eden's Gate occasionally refers to them as wrath. Gender: Genderfluid (They/Them) Star Sign: Aries Personality Type: Chaotic Good Height: 5’6 ft Orientation: Bisexual Nationality/Ethnicity: American (Blue is originally from West Virginia, but spent most of their adulthood in Colorado before moving to Hope County, Montana.) Favorite Fruit: Mangoes. Blue has a bit of a sweet tooth. Favorite Season: Winter. They think mountains always look great covered in snow and love to go hiking in snowy parts. Blue is also a snowboarder, and winter is the perfect time for that. Favorite Scent: Pine Tree Needles Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Hot Chocolate with lots of marshmallows and whipped cream. Average Hours of Sleep: Before Hope County, roughly 6-8 hours. After the reaping kicks off, Blue’s average hours of sleep varies. Dogs or Cats: Both. They love Boomer and Peaches equally, spoiling both animals. Dream Trip: Kicking Horse. They've heard wild things about the slopes, and Blue would love to try them out someday. Number of Blankets: One. Before Hope County, Blue had a nice quilt that they slept with. Before the Reaping, Blue sent that quilt along with most of their things back to Colorado. Random Fact: I might have said this before, but Blue's favorite time of day is dawn. Something about watching the sun rise makes them feel happy to be alive.

Rooney Shepard

Name: Rooney Shepard Nickname: Most refer to Rooney by their last name. It is very rare for anyone to refer to Rooney by their first name. Those that are allowed to call them by their first name are people that they deeply trust and care for. In their ME universe, Thane uses Siha as a term of affection. Gender: Agender (They/Them) Star Sign: Aries Personality Type: Neutral Good Height: 5’10 ft. Orientation: Rooney would probably say they fall somewhere on the asexual spectrum, leaning towards demisexuality. Nationality/Ethnicity: Canadian/American in their cyberpunk verse. They have Irish heritage in both universes. Favorite Fruit: Apples Favorite Season: Fall Favorite Scent: Cinnamon or Leather Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Tea. They normally drink black tea, but their real favorite is cinnamon tea or something similar. Average Hours of Sleep: In an ideal world, Rooney would simply not need sleep. However, their hours of sleep vary depend on their workload/how deep they're in on a case. Dogs or Cats: Rooney is fine with cats and dogs, but they prefer hamsters, especially their Hamster, Shepard Jr. Dream Trip: Anywhere and Everywhere. In both verses, Rooney grew up in a sheltered town, reading about the world/galaxy and dreaming about it. (In their ME universe, it's part of the reason Rooney joined the Alliance.) Although, a part of Rooney would love to explore a completely unknown, never inhabited before planet. Number of Blankets: They have a basic comforter, but their favorite is a cooling weighted blanket. (Rooney gets hot at night.) Random Fact: Rooney is a puzzle fiend. They always have some sort of word search, crossword, Sudoku, etc. open on their device.

Hunter Delaney

Name: Hunter Shea Delaney Nickname: Dearheart by Wesker. Occasionally, people refer to Hunter by their last name. Gender: ¯(ツ)/¯ (They/Them) Star Sign: Scorpio Personality Type: Chaotic Neutral Height: 6 ft Orientation: Bisexual with a preference for mean blonds Nationality/Ethnicity: American (They're originally from Brooklyn, New York.) Favorite Fruit: Cherries Favorite Season: Summer. Back when they weren't infected, Hunter liked going out to paint landscapes during the summer. Favorite Scent: Wesker’s cologne. It makes Hunter feel safe. Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Coffee, preferably black. They're not really into super fancy drinks. (Actually, if you handed Hunter a very fancy coffee, their response would most likely be 'What the fuck is this?') Average Hours of Sleep: Depends on if it’s a good or a bad night, but anywhere from 3-5 hours. Dogs or Cats: Dogs. They’re literally so black dog coded. Dream Trip: The Louvre in Paris, France, and The Uffizi Gallery in Florence, Italy. (In truth, Hunter would love to go see any art gallery/museum, but these two have always interested them. Number of Blankets: Hunter likes a thick comforter, but usually sleeps with one to two blankets. (Wesker’s jacket also gets stolen as a blanket from time to time.) Random Fact: Don't think I've conveyed in this any of the stuff that I've written for Hunter, but they talk with their hands.

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short taylor swift playlists for each tig character - hannah

we don't know much about hannah, but i still really wanted to make a playlist for her. even though she's basically a stranger to us readers, she's still one of my fav characters. bc we don't know much about her, some of these explanations/songs might not be accurate. sorry if some of this doesn't make sense. i wrote this at like 2am and didn't proof read it.

#1: fortnight (ft. post malone): the song is about a person reminiscing on what could've been of a relationship. the song isn't an exact fit (bc of all the murder talk and stuff), but there are a few lyrics that remind me of hannah and toby. the relationship mentioned in the song only lasted for a fortnight before they were forced to separate which is exactly the situation toby and hannah were in (although, maybe they had more than a fortnight together). the song does allude to cheating which obviously doesn't apply to them, though.

#2: loml: this song is about a relationship a person thought would last forever but didn't. the partner mentioned in the song made promises they didn't end up keeping. i've always thought of this song as tobannah's song (it suits them so well). i truly think hannah thought they were going to be together until they died until toby left her in the middle of the night leaving behind only a letter. now, we don't know enough about them to know whether or not toby made promises he didn't end up keeping, but I can definitely see it (if he did, though, i don't think he made them knowing he was lying. when making those promises, he probably thought he was going to keep them).

#3: peter: this song is about a person addressing someone important from her past. she reminisces about their time together, grapples with feelings of betrayal, and longs for closure. if that doesn't sound like tobannah, i don't know what does. i feel like hannah would sort of resent toby for leaving her. she'd understand why, of course, but that doesn't change the fact that she'd rather still be with him. i'm sure she also wishes he didn't leave her in the middle of the night with a letter. also, the people in the song keep almost-crossing paths (like the narrator ends up in the same town the love interest was in a few days ago). from the looks of it, toby was aways nearby (i mean, how would he have found out about hannah's death if he wasn't). there are so many things about this song that fit tobannah but it would take way too long to go through them all so i'll just stop here.

#4: you're on your own, kid: i think the title of this song is quite self-explanatory. its about realizing that, at the end of the day, you only really have yourself. hannah literally changed her name and ran away from everyone she knew. she was completely on her own (no friends, family, etc). i don't think this needs much explaining.

#5: bigger than the whole sky: this song is about losing someone important to you despite only having known them for a short period of time and wondering what things would've been like if things didn't go the way they did. i think this song could either be about toby or kaylie, hannah's sister. toby was obviously someone really important to her, and, although he didn't die (like the person in the song), she did lose him. her sister, on the other hand, died at 18 (i think), and, from the looks of it, hannah loved her a lot and wished for a better future for the both of them. the song could be perceived both ways.

#6: cowboy like me: the song is about two swindlers who fall in love through a cat-and-mouse fling. it doesn't fit hannah and toby perfectly, but some of the lyrics just fit them so well. also, how i see it, the two swindlers fall in love simultaneously but are sort of in denial about it (cause they're convinced the other doesn't like them back), and i just feel like tobannah went through the same thing. the lovers in the song understood each other like no other because of how similar they were and i've always thought that hannah and toby were similar at their core. also, i've seen a lot of different theories on whether or not the two lovers end up together at the end of the song. i personally see it both ways, but, in this case, i can just pretend they don't because it fits toby and hannah's situation better.

#7: the 1: this song is about a person contemplating an alternate life where she didn't break up with her ex. the person reminisces about her old dreams and what could've been. i think this is one of the songs on this playlist that fits hannah best. hannah most definitely dreamt of a future with toby (even though she might've known deep down that it would've never worked). even years after going their separate ways, she still thought of him and wrote him letters (she never sent them but still).

#8: august: the song tells the story of a doomed summer romance. it does briefly mention cheating (the narrator's love interest was dating someone else) (and it's confirmed by taylor) which obviously doesn't fit tobannah, but i think the rest of the song fits them quite nicely. the narrator mentions that the love interest was 'never hers' and, although we can't know for sure, i feel like hannah would've thought that too. there are also so many other lyrics i think fit them so well and the vibes definitely do too.

#9: death by a thousand cuts: this song compares a break up to a slow death. we know hannah loved toby a lot, and so i'm sure loosing him was extremely hard and heartbreaking for her. i think him leaving in the middle of the night without giving her the chance to say goodbye also made things worse. there's this lyric that goes 'but if the story's over, why am i still writing pages?' which i think fits hannah's situation so well. after losing him, she constantly thought of him (the postcards). she never got closure, and from the looks of it, toby was always lurking around (and i think hannah knew that which made it even more impossible for her to forget about him). they never truly let the other go/put an end to their story.

#10: daylight: this song talks about how this person's perception of love changed after getting together with who they deem the love of their life. i truly think that, near the beginning of their relationship, hannah thought that toby and her would be together forever. she loved him, and he loved her more than anything. we know that hannah's childhood was tough (her parents were drug addicts and i think sold drugs too. they were clearly abusive and she was planning on running away). because of this, i don't think hannah knew what love really was until she met toby, so i think this song fits them well.

#11: i wish you would: the song is about a person who wishes her ex would come back to her. i feel like this is quite straightforward. it's quite obvious that hannah would've chosen to stay with him if she had had that option. there are so many lyric in this song that i think suit hannah and toby really well.

#12: sad beautiful tragic: this song is about a person reflecting on a relationship that was sad, beautiful, and tragic. i think this is also quite straight forward. this is exactly how i would describe hannah and toby's relationship. they had something incredible, but it was never meant to last even though they wanted it to (they're the epitome of right person wrong time).

#13: come back... be here: this song is about a person longing for a past lover lost to time. i think this one is also straight forward. some parts of the song definitely don't fit toby and hannah's situation but others fit them really well. the narrator of the song mentions that she told herself, at the beginning, to not get attached which i think applies to hannah. i believe that hannah tried not to fall for him because of his involvement in what happened to her sister. there are other parts of the song that i think fit them, but i'm not gonna delve into them because that would take way too long.

#14: haunted: this song is about being haunted by the memory of a past relationship. hannah obviously never got over toby. i mean, she still wrote to him years after they went their separate ways, and she clearly didn't meet anyone else after him so i think this song fits her quite nicely.

#15: the way i loved you: the song features this person talking about being in a relationship with this person who seems perfect for her, but missing the passionate yet unstable and complicated relationship she had with her ex. i think that hannah tried to move on from toby after all of the pain he caused her but gave up after realizing that no one would ever compare to him, and she'd never be able to move on. their relationship wasn't perfect and was definitely complicated, but i think that hannah would've rather had that than be with someone else.

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kang daniel|the heirs

member: kang daniel genre: fluff summary: heirs au! makeover au! you’re the shy girl who blends into the background so why does kang daniel the school’s golden boy keep on trying to talk to you, a few cups of coffee, a makeover and some cuddles will finally make you realise why heirs series: hwang minhyun | kang daniel | park woojin | yoon jisung | ong seongwoo | park jihoon

your school, 101 academy, were full of the most rich, talented and beautiful people

it was expected for them to be like that

their parents were billionaires and millionaires

you on the other hand were nothing like that

you didn’t even have parents, they died when you were young and you were raised by your aunt

then suddenly one day

your long lost grandma who you never met in your life died and suddenly you were surrounded by millions of dollars which included a spot at 101 academy

you were just a normal average everyday girl with a good life

but when you came here you completely changed into a shy nobody

you just couldn’t deal with any of it

the luxury, the wealth and the people

you were wayyy over your head

and you ended up not having friends nobody approached you and you approached no one

you made yourself to blend even more in the background by wearing a terrible fitted uniform and not caring the way you looked at all

in a way it was kind of depressing but you didn’t mind

you actually loved the school itself

it was amazing and even without friends you would never move schools

plus your video calls with your cousin everyday definitely helped with the whole “friends” bit

you thought that you would just sail through school being a loner

that all completely changed when you met kang daniel

you of course knew of him he was part of the heirs, who wouldn’t know them at your school

the 11 boys with absolutely everything, wealth, power, money, looks, talent to surpass anyone else

the kings of your school

and there was of course kang daniel the resident school’s golden boy

with the looks and a smile to melt the iciest of hearts and the money to buy a small country

and not mention ridiculously popular

gosh there was a mob around him anytime you saw him

you avoided that mob with all costs 

but one day you got run over by them

you were walking down the hallway when daniel walked passed you quickly 

then a fucking STAMPEDE of girls were sprinting towards him

shouting if it was true if he was in a relationship with this model or something

it was bloody chaos

you were pushed and shoved really roughly as they tried to reach daniel

you ended up on the floor swearing under your breath about “fucking crazy fan girls” and “stupid ass golden boy getting caught with his girlfriend”

for some weird reason all the noise stopped abruptly and you heard footsteps walking to you

you heard a chuckle that made your heart flutter

“need a hand?” said daniel with an amused but sweet tone with his hand in front of you

fuck fuck fuck fuck you hope he didn’t hear that you said in your head

you slowly tilted your head upwards as your eyes met the gorgeous brown eyes of kang daniel which were crinkling in amusement

making your stomach doing backflips

your eyes darted everywhere just trying not to look at those eyes again and not to feel THAT way again

you were in full on panic mood so instead of doing the normal thing and accepting his hand

you got up as fast as possible and sprinted out of that hallway

and decided from that moment on you could NOT interact with him

and especially not fall for kang daniel

he would never even notice you

he was probably only being polite when he offered to help you up 

you’d be putting yourself up for heartbreak

but as you left sprinting

you left daniel completely bewildered and his eyes wide with disbelief

staring at the direction you sprinted out 

he then sprinted the other direction to avoid the fucking crazy fan girls as you said quite elegantly he thought amused

he didn’t know who you were but when he saw you on your butt because of the girls following him about some bullshit rumour he felt bad

he was amused at how much you were swearing so he decided to offer you a hand

instead of blushing, fawning and clinging onto him which most girls do

you took one glance at his hand sprinted away before he could even say a word

he couldn’t help but be interested about you

you were special 

different

he wanted to know you better

he tried to but failed spectacularly

whenever he tried to talk to you

you’d sprint away from him

that happened for about 7 times over the course of 2 weeks

2 weeks of being just plagued by thoughts of you

any free moment he’d think of you 

he decided he really needed to ask the other guys for advice

all the older guys and jihoon were in the heirs room which was provided by the school because their families funded at least ¼ of the school

“guys i have problem” daniel announced loudly

“do you need one of us to babysit peter and rooney, cause not happening they always interrupt my beauty sleep” jaehwan said in a slightly bitter tone

“no i’m not and it wasn’t their fault” daniel replied back defensively

“how w-” jaehwan started before getting interrupted by jisung

“just spill the beans”

“there’s this girl” daniel started before getting interrupted by multiple OOOOOs and wolf whistles

rolling his eyes he continued “she runs away from anytime i try to speak to her”

the guys clearly not expecting that answer were silent before seongwoo broke out laughing and spluttering out in between laughs

“the great gold-den b-boy is g-getting ignored?”

“this is absolutely priceless” jihoon said with a smirk

“so who’s the special girl” sungwoon asked

“her name is y/n y/l/n” daniel announced glaring at jihoon and seongwoo

“wait she’s the girl who’s really shy and doesn’t talk a lot right?” minhyun asked

“maybe but she RUNS away from me not just being shy” daniel complained

“well then don’t speak to her then” jisung said simply

sungwoon continued “yeah jisung’s right just sit near her, don’t approach her and see if she’ll start a conversation”

“that’s actually not bad” minhyun commented

“minhyun, you have a girlfriend any ideas?” daniel pleaded

“well i actually think jisung and sungwoon’s isn’t that bad but maybe bring her coffee or a snack as some sort of gift? so if she runs out on you it’s rude?”

“damn that might work” seongwoo added

‘well i’ve got nothing to lose, thank guys, i’ll see you later” daniel said rushing out the room

“give it a month before they’re a thing” called jihoon

“a bet? $100?” seongwoo suggested devilishly

“of course” jihoon said with a smirk

“BOYS! how many times do i have to say no gambling!!” jisung said exasaperated

“but i’m saying 2 weeks” he added cheekily

making all the guys laugh and place bets on daniel’s luck with you

daniel bought two coffees as he headed towards the library, he saw you there once at a secluded spot so he decided to try his luck

he couldn’t help but grin as he saw you there reading

you looked adorable in a huge hoodie, sweats, your ill fitting glasses and a messy bun 

he took a deep breath and calmed his racing heart

he set down the coffee for you in front of you and sat next to you starting to read his assigned book

you were surprised at how persistent he was you thought he’d leave you alone after the few failed attempts

you knew you couldn’t sprint out of the library plus you were COMFY

AND he got you coffee

but instead of trying to talk to you

he just sat on the other end of the couch reading

you were puzzled but decided not to comment

so you took a sip of the coffee and to your surprise it was your order

a thought popped up in your head

did daniel actually care for you?

you tried to push those thoughts back

he didn’t care about you right? why you? you were nothing special

you looked at daniel with a raised eyebrow and he returned it with an amused smile

as much you wanted to you couldn’t help but smile softly

ending up biting your lip to try to stop smiling

making daniel have to repress the sudden urge of wanting to kiss you

the next few hours were silent as both of you read and did homework

you didn’t notice but daniel would slowly shift towards you

from the other edge of the couch to right next to you

you were super sleepy and without knowing you fell asleep on daniel’s shoulder

to daniel’s shock

he saw that you were sleeping on his shoulder

automatically he brushed your hair behind your ear endearingly 

he never realised but you really were beautiful

and for a few minutes he just stared at you lovingly

wishing he could call you his 

he quickly kissed your forehead

and decided that he’d stay awake until you woke up

for the next few hours he couldn’t help but think of how he felt around you

the soft warm feeling he got when you smiled, and how interested he was in you, also the fact you didn’t treat him any differently

you were special, and he wanted to get to know you better

without you running away from

then there was the fact he wanted to kiss you

he knew he liked you

but what could he do?

you would run away every time he tried to talk to you

letting out a sigh he leant his head on yours

and held your hand in his

with a smile on his face he fell asleep

you ended up waking up in that exact position

and had an internal freakout but you couldn’t deny it

you liked the feeling of having daniel’s hand in yours

and he looked so adorable sleeping

you couldn’t help but smile

and for once you just couldn’t deny your feelings for him

with disappointed pang you untangled yourself from the arms

as you were about to leave

you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and you suddenly were pulled backwards and straight towards daniel

resulting to be millimetres away from daniel’s smiling face

k drama feels y’all

you instantly blushed

“where are you going?” he asked

“u-uh away from here” you said hesitantly

“before you go can i ask you a question?” daniel asked a bit nervously

“okay?” you said trying to calm your fluttering heart 

“will you go on a date with me?” daniel said nervously

you felt like your heart collapsed because of how fast it was beating and your brain went haywire and without thinking

you did what you do best

you sprinted the fuck out of there

which ended with daniel groaning and muttering “for fucks sake”

after frantically pacing your room you called your cousin she always had the best advice after explaining everything to her she said to you

“so correct me if i’m wrong? you like daniel but you don’t think you’re good enough for him because there are so many better girls than you and you couldn’t understand why he likes you? so instead of accepting the date, you run out on him and now you have no idea what to do”

“basically” you say wincing you knew your cousin loved you a lot and hated when you put yourself down

“y/n literally the whole problem with this is your self confidence, and no matter how many times i tell you you’re beautiful inside AND out. you need to LOVE YOURSELF. and i know you don’t believe me so to help with that we’re giving you a makeover. thank goodness it’s saturday, get $50,000 ready and book me the fastest first class ticket over there”

before you could say a word, she hung up

you contemplated and realised you haven’t used any of the money your grandma left you which around was 100 million dollars

and maybe your cousin was right

a makeover couldn’t be that harmful

and maybe it was a step in the right direction to love yourself 

after a few hours, you picked up your cousin, exchanging hugs, she dragged you to the mall

8 HOURS shopping later you had a whole entire new wardrobe from underwear to formal and casual wear, accessories and shoes

your cousin was great at making sure you were comfortable and stylish 

also giving you tips to style yourself

then you got 5 sets of new uniform which was tailored perfectly to your body

throwing out your old baggy uniform especially the skirt that went to your shins which your cousin deemed the nun skirt

you were exhausted by the end of day but you still enjoyed eating ben and jerrys while catching up and watching chick flicks with your cousin

the moment you woke up your cousin announced what you two were going to do that day 

“okay so today we’re going to get you a full body massage, facial, new glasses, mani pedi, eyebrows threaded, get you some skin care stuff and makeup because you have none and finally hair”

before you could protest she dragged you to the mall

you got to say the massage and facial was amazing

the new glasses looked great on you and they were lighter

your nails and eyebrows never looked better

the makeup you got was pretty basic especially since you didn’t wear it before just foundation, concealer, mascara, eyebrow pencil, mascara, lip balm and some brushes

you also got a simple 3 step skin care routine

then you got the biggest transformation with your hair which used to be pretty dull boring

but it looked amazing with the new hairstyle

as you finally looked yourself in a full length mirror

you were so surprised with the transformation

from the different clothes, a bit of makeup, different glasses and the new hair 

“i’m b-beautiful” you said awe struck

you were still you just more stylish, confident, happier and more put together

for once you didn’t feel inferior to the girls in your grade

and you were happy with the way you look 

you knew you could love yourself but slightly annoyed it took you a makeover to be able to take that first step

loving yourself is so important this makeover wasn’t about to improve society’s “beauty standards” but to learn to love yourself in your own skin

please remember ALL OF YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL 

you felt now you had that confidence to talk to people

and accept that date from daniel

your cousin was beaming at you as she rushed to hug you

“i told you, you are beautiful inside and out, and i’m so happy you can finally see that, now i believe you have a date to accept”

and for the first time in your life you actually believed your cousin’s words

you guys part at the airport with teary hugs 

the next morning you brought two cups of coffee to the library hoping to find daniel there

you were in luck he was 

he was sleeping with his hair sticking out with his uniform on

he looked adorable

you poke his cheek

he stirs and when he sees your face his eyes widen

“y-y/n??”

“hey” you say softly

he looks at you and can’t help but notice the difference in your appearance

from your perfect tailored uniform, your hair, just everything

“w-wow you look stunning” he says completely shocked at the new look

“so i wasn’t stunning before” you quip back jokingly

“wait w-what no no of course you were! wait-hey! don’t tease me” he said with a bit of a pout

you laugh and he can’t help but automatically smile

“here, your morning coffee, you look like you need it” you say sweetly handing him his coffee

“hey is that an insult?!” he said jokingly

he took a sip and his eyes widened in surprise “my order huh?”

“yup i asked the barista if they knew it” you said with a smile

“so you do care about me” he said cheekily

a blush crept on your face “yeah i do” you said softly

daniel broke into a huge grin and he said to you “maybe i can do a do over of saturday morning?”

you look at him surprised and your heart suddenly started beating faster as you knew what he was going to ask

“so y/n i’ll ask one more time, will you go on a date with me?” he said sincerely but nervously taking a step towards you making your breath hitch

with the words from your cousin in mind and the new found confidence in yourself

you look at him right in those gorgeous eyes of his and you say sweetly

“i’d love to”

before you realise it he had his arms wrapped around you and you had your arms wrapped around him

he whispered in your ear “can we please skip the morning classes till lunch and just stay here”

and you couldn’t say no especially since you wanted to

“sure but if we get in trouble it’s all your fault” you say cheekily

“yeah yeah just let me cuddle you and i’ll take the blame for anything” he said sweetly

your heart completely melted at his words and you of course complied

you guys spent the morning finally having proper conversations, cuddling and talking for hours

you explained the whole self confidence and makeover situation him and he reacted in the best way possible 

“you cousin was right you’re beautiful inside and out, with or without the makeover and you might not see it but i’m determined to make you see how beautiful are no matter how long it takes” he said softly 

and before you knew it you were leaning and daniel’s lips were on yours

you hand rested on his cheek pulling him closer to you 

while his hands snaked around your waist 

making your body press up right against his

you kissed him over and over and over again 

it felt completely right

as you guys finally part with the most endearing smiles at each other

the bell rung as it signalled lunch time

daniel said to you “so if you would do me the honour may i escort you to lunch”

while offering you a hand 

you snorted but couldn’t help but smile “yeah yeah come on i’m hungry” you say impatiently

you two get to the cafeteria and you suddenly realise all the noise died down

everyone was staring as you entered with daniel

you heard whispers of “who is she? “wow, she’s so pretty” “are they dating??” “she doesn’t seem like much”

suddenly you felt a wave of panic and you wanted to leave

you felt daniel whisper in your ear “don’t worry about everyone you have me”

instead of running like you usually did you held your head high and smiled

and with daniel squeezing your hand softly you knew you were going to be good

you smiled at daniel sweetly as he led you to the heirs table

where all the heirs were sitting and minhyun’s girlfriend

all of them looking equally amused not looking surprised at all

as you reach the table you heard seongwoo’s voice saying

“pay up people i told you it’ll happen by today”

everyone groaned as they handed in $100 bills to seongwoo

“oh come on guys i wanted to make a good first impression” daniel whined

making everyone laugh

you could tell with daniel by your side you could be yourself and you were already starting to step out of your shy shell

you surprising everyone went to seongwoo and plucked 2 $100 bills out of his hands

“since i was the one who accepted don’t you think i should get a share” you say with a smirk

and seongwoo just stuck his tongue at you 

but internally he already liked you and approved of you being daniel’s future girlfriend 

then you sat down next to minhyun’s girlfriend

who whispered in your ear “please stick around, i love these bunch of idiots but they give me a headache”

you smiled at her and said “i’m definitely planning to stay”

then daniel who had his arm around you butted into your conversation

smiled lovingly at you making your heart feel like it was melting once again

kissed your forehead as he said

“she’s definitely staying”

MESSAGE OF THIS SCENARIO: LOVE YOURSELF

everyone struggles with loving themselves but it’s so important and i hope each and every one of you realise how amazing you are!! and i hope that the scenario got that message across. i know this was long but you guys are used to be my long ass writings so please forgive meee. and remember PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT!! any opinions are so appreciated even a few words!! it really motivates me to write!

TO MY LAUGHTER ANON: HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY!!! omg i’m so so sorry for not having this up earlier i had to spend time with my family. BUT I HOPED YOU LIKED IIT!! thank you so so much for being my anon, i’m so thankful for you and the anons you send in. you’re so so sweet and i love hearing what’s happening with you. i hope you had an amazing birthday surrounded with your friends and family and receiving gifts!! I LOVE YOU HEAPS!!

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heirs series: hwang minhyun | kang daniel | park woojin | yoon jisung | ong seongwoo | park jihoon

[briteboy]

(circumstantial name by @earnoodle)

IT’S FINALLY TIME FOR THE POST YOU’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR (or maybe just that one anon)

there’s a LOT in here, newer questions are generally first so if you asked something a while ago and you’re only interested in that, scroll towards the bottom. also doing wcifs separately (errr i’m gonna try my hardest to ok don’t crucify me)

this mass anons post includes topics ranging from Very Sweet Things Said To Me That I Don’t Deserve, nitpicking stranger things, crying over ramona, lou theories, Cillian Is A Fucking Creep theories (true), and completely unhelpful reshade advice

let’s f0cking do this

You're right, apart from carrying his stupid brain, Santi's head didn't do anything to any of us. I apologize for anon.

I'm pretty sure I said that already but I love Rooney and Santi's relationship so much I literally have no words for it

ME TOO LIKE IT’S JUST SO PURE TWO NOT-KIDS SCARED OF THE ADULT WORLD TRYING TO FIGURE THINGS OUT WITH THEIR WEIRD BRAINS TOGETHER ;__; i love them

YO i didnt know u were a demigirl!! im a demiboy nb Buddies

hell fuckin yeah dude!! we are starting a demi club

Ok but like I really want werewolves. Like I know it sounds stupid but we have vampire and while yes I love my bat babes, I want a giant pupper friend. I have story written out and plans for a cabin to build. Now I’m waiting for EA to give me my big hairy babes.

DUDE i want more supernatural stuff too, mostly witches like I NEED MY WITCHES AGAIN!!! ts3 witches were so good. i didn’t like ts3 werewolves much but i feel like they’d be super cool in ts4, knowing how the vampires came out. i NEED it

hihi! i've been very quietly (??) following your blog for some time now and i just fawn over your characters way too much ?? anywho, i've been wanting to start my own little simblr story but ,, i'm not entirely sure where to even start? i have so many stories that i'd love to get out there, and i have the means.. butt, how did you go about starting out?? so sorry this is so long but i look up to you a whole ton!!! ty ily! :-)

i’m the (??) lmao that’s me always but ahdhghdfkshg thank you so much!!!!! i’m so glad you love them, it means the world to me ;-; and listen, that was me, i had no idea how i was going to do it because i’d only seen ts3 stories up to that point and i thought there was like a set Way to tell stories but i had no idea what i was doing so i was like y’know what...i’m just gonna do it how i feel comfortable doing it and i’m gonna figure it out as i go along. so honestly try to roughly plan out what your stor(ies) will entail and if you get stuck on planning and can’t figure it out, just jump right into it, try to make a few scenes or get the ball rolling somehow, even if it’s just random posts (i mean that’s all my blog was until i decided to commit to santi’s story.) it’s always gonna feel weird and awkward at first, but you’ll get comfortable the more you do it and it’ll figure itself out, trust me!

I read through most of your story posts the other day and now I’m rereading it again just to torture myself some more (and maybe catch up on some posts I may have missed). I honestly don’t think I’ve come across a sims story that’s so beautifully written & includes such evocative pictures as yours. I’m really at a loss for words, it’s all so stunning. & after a nearly two-month long creative block, it’s planted the smallest seed of inspiration in the back of my mind, so thank you for your art.

AHHHH AHSDHKGKDSJG WHAT!!!!! it’s always crazy hearing that 1) people actually care about my stuff, and 2) that it inspires them. like i really cannot believe that, stilL!! thank you so so much, i’m so happy you enjoyed it (as torturous as it was, lmao) it seriously warms my heart that you’re getting your groove back in the creative world, that means more to me than ANYTHING!! good luck with your art or whatever you decide to do with that inspiration!

 can i pls have your editing skill please and thank you

i owe most my editing at this point to reshade so honestly get reshade and u will probably become better than me

o added u on animal crossing and when you added me back i was so happy,, your little person is sooo adorable ((:

OMG!! thank you!! everyone’s person on there is adorable i cry i love them all so much i’m so mad tho it won’t let me add any more friends!!! it probably cuts off at like 100 friends or something STUPID

First of all, I love you. Secondly, I love your photos so much. I'm legit about to just ditch sims 3 for 4 now because of your amazing posts. 😖

LMFAO no but really THANK YOU I LOVE YOU!!! if you can manage playing both i admire u, i’ve invested too much time and effort into ts4 to ever fully go back to any other sims games tbh

The new patch made my game unplayable! I'm crying, I miss my doggos...

NOOOOO!!! hopefully by now you’ve found a fix, i’m prayin for u

long time listener, first time caller yoooo. i like everyone love your stories and your sim aesthetic so so so much and just tbh i was offended on your behalf about that ask from that person wanting to novelize your stories. like you were way too nice. this is your intellectual property and it's fucked up that someone would think it'd be okay to duplicate it as long as they used a different medium. this is prob a bad one to repost just wanted to you to know you're an awesome, singular voice

omfg lmao this is a radio show now *z100 voice* tellem why ya mad euhhh first of all i can’t believe someone even ASKED that, i’m in shock because like what this is so foreign to me. people want to write about MY characters WHAT! like that alone...takes a long time to process. and like i know i should say no but then i feel mean but they’re also my creations so like idk. it warms my heart that you feel so strongly and would stand up for me like that i’m cryin thank u for calling in i love u

I JUST FINISHED YOUR ENTIRE STORY AND I'M NOT OK WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE PUTTING ME THROUGH THAT SHIT IT'S AN EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER AND I FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE ABUSED MY (NON EXISTENT) INNOCENCE WOW

I’M SO SORRY U HAD TO GO THROUGH THAT ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR STEALING YOUR INNOCENCE I NEVER MEANT FOR THIS TO HAPPEN OSDAFKJDSK BUT THANK YOU FOR READING I’M GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT EVEN IF IT HURT YOU!!!

I've been up all night and it's now 11am. I'm completely binging on your stories bc I am in LOVE and need a Molly in my game asap. Do you think you'll ever upload her?

omG my freaking story inciting insomnia i’m so sorry for ur sleep schedule first of all, but at least that makes you identify with santi even more omg tho ;___; (how many times will i say ‘omg’ i wonder) i don’t think so because she is so dear to me and makes my heart ache, she is just so special, i dunno if i could ever release her into the wild like that lmao. i haven’t even shared her with my friends (not that i really ever had a reason to) but like yeah. maybe in the future that’ll change but right now, no, i’m sorry <3

To change the topic: Idk if you watch stranger things but I only managed to get to episode 3 of season 2 before I stopped watching lmao it was so bad and Billy (a certified Cunt) ruined the whole show for me

YEAH I DID! omg. i have a LOT of issues with this season (mostly in how badly they tried to retcon nancy and everyone else not caring about barb’s death, how bad the writing was in the realm of nancy and steve breaking up and then her and jonathan getting together...holy fuck it was so uncomfortable with that 40 yr old conspiracy theorist guy i couldn’t even enjoy my ship getting together lmao) also ur right, max and billy honestly did not offer anything to the story...like i loved max too but what was the point...billy acted like their presence and the reason they had to move was so dramatic when it was really nothing...unless they’re saving that for season 3 but like. the whole situation with billy was so anticlimactic. he was like a walmart version of henry from IT. like boohoo ur dad’s an asshole and then he beat up steve. good character arc. i liked max standing up for herself but really...that whole thing was so lackluster, i didn’t care about it at all. ALSO I HATED THAT THEY DIDN’T LET MAX AND ELEVEN BE FRIENDS!! i’m sure it’ll happen in season 3 but like c’mon...that would’ve made the max character feel a little more important to the story. anyway yeah fuck billy and i don’t get why everyone is lusting after him or his actor they’re both ugly! thanks for listening

I just got the sims 4 + city living and I’m so excited! I was really inspired by your stories and style in general... I was wondering what packs do you have and also what are your favourite sims 4 hairs? I’m having trouble finding ones and I love your style!

YAY I’M EXCITED FOR YOU!!! omg aww it warms my heart so much when people say i inspire them because i never anticipated that kind of response, thank you so much <3 hmmm i think i have all of them except glamour stuff and fitness stuff. and pretty much all the hairs i download are here or here. (or the subsequent ‘tf’, ‘cf’, ‘tm’ and ‘cm’ tags as well, according to age)

UHM a 19 year old and a 13 year old? Poor baby Lou... Also youre a brilliant writer i cant

😬😬😬  stay tuned ajasdhjhjsahd thank you so much!!!

My stan levels for you have increased so much? like thanks for being a good ally, clAps for femmesim!

lmao thank you, i don’t really deserve praise tho i’m just passing on the knowledge of those patient enough to teach me. just trying to do what i can with my privilege u know. ily

How do you have teeth showing in so many of your pictures of Lou and Molly, do you PS them in?

i’ve gotten this question before and it’s usually just the poses used! i do have some lipsticks that have teeth on them but i mostly use them for just rooney.

Honestly, a fight between Santi and that new guy (srry, forgot his name while typing this) would be so hot. Like, I hope Santi would win but like just watching Santi fight him for Lou would make me happy!! Also, I live for your stories💞

omG i’m about to call up vince mcmahon they both need to fight on smackdown it’s gonna happen. they’ll both be shirtless too ok and THANK YOU ILY

boi poc can be PREJUDICED against white people but there is no such thing as reverse racIIIIIIiiiiIIIIIiiiIIIIsm

Lemme just say that you must be feeling so stressed rn. I love you and your simblr!!! Your posts light up my day!! <3333

OMg kind of. this week has taken A Lot out of me and i really just want to chill at home and play my freaking GAME but obligations. u know. here’s hoping i get a day off this week. i’m mad i’m probably gonna miss gianni’s birthday too (it’s on tuesday) and i wanted to do something for it!! i’ll probably do it late like i did last year too lmao i’m so sorry baby g ANYWAY u didn’t ask to hear about any of this...thank you for this sweet message i love you <3

why,,,, are people... coming to your blog to discuss race you are a fucking simblr WHAT

the real question is why do people go to you like its your job to educate them lmao like theres so many resources out there

SHAWDY u aint wrong reverse racism is literally a joke i am so sorry you have to go through all of this keep stepping on white feelings we deserve it

I was wondering would u consider Asians to be POC?

yes

I just finished Strange the Dreamer and it was fucking amazing. I cried so much and I laughed and I sat in absolute amazement at the world Laini Taylor has created. 100/10 would recommend

ahhhh i really need to read it apparently!! i’m like 10% away from being done with a dance with dragons (and then i have to wait for the next book like a peasant HURRY UP KING GEORGE) anyway this one is definitely on my list!

omgomg!! I just met this girl in my class who has eyes just like ramona's!!! But like instead of being brown w/ a little bit of blue, they were blue w/ a little bit of brown!!! Dude I was so shook I rlly didn't think ppl had eyes like that!

OMG!!!! that’s amazing! and yes heterochromia is a real thing haha. i’ve only met one person with it and he had the same color combo as ramona too, only his was full heterochromia, not sectoral.

*me in the background screaming* nO yOU LEAVE HER ALoNE baD-DAD-MaN!

ME TF TOO

every time i read some of your stories i get an ache in my heart that doesn't go away until i either cry or sleep so interpret that as you like

OMG ;_____; ok me too tho my heart literally hurts thinking about my characters sometimes...mostly santi...i hate him (no i don’t :{ )

hey uhh idk if you've answered something like this before but do you have a spotify or something bc your music taste is GOLD

THANK YOU!! you were the first person to ask about this haha and hopefully you saw my answer to the other question about it! i just made one and it’s here!

hi hi ! i’m seeing all the drama on da blog and i really want to read the whole story but i can’t get to it on mobile so i was wondering if you could link the beginning and tell me what the best order to read it in is ( i’m so confused because i’ve seen sm people y’all about a parallel story so idk if i’m being dumb !! ) i hope this isn’t any inconvenience also your sims are so beautiful sjajsjajs

hey on mobile the link is just: http://femmesim.tumblr.com/tagged/story/chrono i would honestly just recommend that order haha, it makes things simpler and it encompasses ALL story posts, or posts that give context. there are parallels in my story, lou’s is kind of a parallel of santi’s, only different...well...you’ll see. but yeah sorry this is so late! and thank you!!!

TU HISTORIA ES TAAAAAN BUENA POR DIOOOOS (YOURE STORY IS SOOOOO GOOD OMG) <3 <3 *OO* *cries in spanish*

MUCHAS GRACIAS ENCANTADORA PERSONAAAA <333

lou is wendy right? i mean, a wendy complex is someone who is overly mothering to partners, and lou is already a mother and ik that doesn't really count as foreshadowing but it seems like it could be a link to me. it'd make sense too, considering guys that go after younger girls (ew) are usually immature ie peter pan complex. it'd make the most sense that those two go together then.

heheheheh that is a VERY good observation...that’s all i’m gonna say!!

This has nothing to do with what's happening in the story rn, but whatever. I was wondering if you were going to mention lou's struggles with being a single mom and the stigma surrounding single motherhood? As a single mother myself I'd really enjoy seeing you take on the issue. Personally, my biggest problem was overcoming the generalizations people put on you when you're a single mom. People always assumed that I that I was stupid and uneducated because I had my son when I was 17.

yes! that will definitely come up. i will focus a lot on her struggles as a single mom. so far i’ve mostly just peppered in some stuff about money troubles, and that will come up again, and the issues you mention will be pretty central to her character as well. i’m sorry you have to endure that, it’s not fair. people don’t even realize how strong and dedicated single mothers are.

when you say Peter Pan, do you mean the Disney stuff or the og creepy stuff?

i mean the general themes of the story and how that translates into a peter pan complex: boy who never grows up, feels like he fits in more with younger people (haha...yikes), read the message above because that anon described the other half of the equation better than i could

Wait, hold up. That dude is cute but I feel like he’s coming onto Lou way too strong. I have a bad feeling.. Lou is like 13 there and he is 19 I mean I’ve seen bigger gaps between people, but she is not legal yet.. Where are you going with this? 🤨😅

yyyyyyep that feeling is warranted! i am going a way i don’t think you guys expect me to go...i think you’ll be very confused at the end of this part lmao. that being said, i’m not putting any of this in for shock value or to romanticize inappropriate relationships like this. (i’m probably going to be repeating that a LOT for this story but please just keep that in mind)

Hey mom wanna hear a fun as hell story? I just got back from the ER bc I fell on my razor after showering, and practically cut my nipple in half. (I am in so much pain hELP)

OMFG NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR POOR NIPPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’M SO SORRY I HOPE IT FEELS BETTER PLEASE UPDATE ME ON THE NIPPLE STATUS

U gotta watch sense8!!! Apart from the v awkward sex scenes it's v good, has a lot of representation and shit Just watch that shit show, u won't regret it (And if you do I cut your throat oops)

i’ve heard it’s good! i remember when it first came out and everyone was like Wow The Representation so honestly anything with diversity has already got me hooked pls don’t murder me.

I'm calling it now. He's Fi's dad. and he's a FUCKING CREEP!! Bitch you are 19!! LOU IS 13!! BACK THE FUCK OFF YOU PERV!!

no spoilers or anything but honestly i’m with you @ cillian die

Are they gonna fucc, o no

right now? no. that would be Very Bad

bABY ITS COLD OUTSIDE

oh same

Hi ! Your lastest edit (graveyard girl) is truly amazing, how did you make that bokeh behind her ? 😱😍

thank you so much!!! it’s reshade (with matso DOF)!

You've probably got this question a lot of times but i can't find the answer for it. What reshade do you use?

i gotta add this to my faq, it’s one i created myself but i started out with this one (it totally doesn’t resemble that one anymore but i think it’s a good starting point)

how do you make good looking male sims? mine always look the same and kinda girly..

hmmm longer faces, prominent chins and jaws, smaller eyes, bigger noses...generally yeah

What do you mean 9 + alt?

you gotta turn bb.moveobjects on and then press alt + 9 when an object is selected to move it upward. so what i did with those poses i made was, i selected a teleporter and pressed alt + 9 until it was at a spot i liked on the roof. that’s why releasing those poses would be tricky, ‘cause every build is different so there’s no set way to place them, you just kinda have to play around with them

You mentioned GoT so naturally, I have to chime in and express my love for Jon. Honestly, he won me over ever since the first season? I'm at season 5 now and people have already warned me so now i'm silently weeping, waiting for something to happen to my precious bby help

JONNY BOY!!!!!!!!!!! i loved his emo ass since the beginning but his arc with qorin halfhand (was he in the show??) was probably the best arc in book 2 and then his book 3 arc was just...SO GOOD, SO MUCH happens to him and i just felt like i was watching my son go through it all...i love that boy so much ;-; i’m almost at the end of the last book and i’m scared for him because of the one spoiler i know lmao and you’re at that point too so GET READY we’ll go through it together ok

So there's this game I'm playing where someone talking about another character says 'maybe you can break him from his ouroboros of self-fladulation' (I know I probably butchered those spellings but I'm not a bright egg and autocorrect isn't helping rip) and tbh it made me think of Santi. (Also I'mma scream of you get this reference jsyk)

OMG THE FACT THAT YOU THOUGHT OF HIM ;-; and it’s okay u are the brightest egg in the bunch to me. I’M SORRY I DON’T GET THIS REFERENCE BECAUSE I’M NOT A VIDEO GAME PERSON BUT I’LL PRETEND I DO KNOW WHAT UR TALKING ABOUT anyway yes santi is currently in the process of breaking his self-flagellation and embracing the oneness of the ouroboros (as opposed to letting the cycle repeat itself until he’s worn down to nothing)

do you have any favorite pose creators?

answered

do you have any tips for taking good screenshots in game? like how to get the good angles and good quality? i play on ultra but i think when i zoom in and then use the arrows on my keyboard to move around, the pictures gets less clear and looks kinda blurry. how should i do this?

well if you’re already using ultra, there’s not much you can do lmao. sims 4 is just bad with textures in general. it also depends on the objects as well, some are better quality than others. if i zoom in far on a sim’s face, i generally know there will be some pixelation and i can clean that up in photoshop with topaz clean and the smudge tool. i am very reliant on photoshop sometimes lmao. it sounds like you already have the basics of taking good screenshots, it’s just sometimes you have to fight and work with sims 4′s less-than-hd quality.

burn it down by daughter reminds me of santi & i'm in pain

ouroboros!!! death! birth! death again! birth again rinse repeat! also santi breaking the cycle because third time's the charm

The tattoo is an Ouroboros. It originated in Egyptian iconography, and it symbolizes recreation. My boy's recreating himself, I'm so proud.

ouroboros, the dragon eating its own tail. it's a sign of eternal renewal

i saw the post of child molly and just started BAWLING i miss her what the fuck she's my fave character i'M CRYING

ME TOO BICH!! ME FUCKIN TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i just read all of A Serious Case Of The Novembers so far and theres still tears on my face. some of the best stuff ive read in a while, great job on everything

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! ALSO I’M SORRY FOR MAKING YOU CRY

every time you write about molly and her in heaven it makes my heart swell, like the characters were answering asks and someone asked her what heaven was like and even though it was so small short lil answer it still pulls at the heart strings, basically what im trying to say is that your writing is so good! <3

omg ;_______; me too, i feel like she has such a simple way with words and although her descriptions of heaven are brief, they are also complex and beautiful, and even just writing it chokes me up ;-; thank you so much tho i’m so glad you like it!!

Molly: out Molly tatto: also out

why did this remind me of this post:

How did you edit in the fire in the last post? Looks cool

i searched things like “bonfire” and pasted parts of it that i wanted on the pic to make it look more realistic, then put a layer mask on the pasted pic and erased the edges and stuff to make it blend in better. the sparks and stuff i added by pasting it onto a new layer and changing the blending mode to screen! 

idk if you have every watched grey anatomy but Lou's backstory is starting to remind me of Jo (Jo is a character from the show) like Jo was in a abusive relationship and she is married to the guy but she cant get divorced or he will come and find her. So like if Lou didn't tell Fiona's dad he was a dad and Lou was married to him and cant escape the marriage (cause abuse), plus it would explain Lou's kink with being choked ;) full circle *god-like heaven music with tiniest violin is playing now*

ooh no i don’t but that’s interesting and i’m excited you even made a connection like that! i will say that it’s not lou who likes to be choked (the very opposite actually lmao) but otherwise the situation does kinda fit. i’m the violin

I have a freakin bio pre ap test tomorrow on photosynthesis and i have no idea what it is im going to fail save me

I’M ANSWERING THIS VERY LATE BUT I HOPE YOUR TEST WENT WELL!!!!!! *spongebob voice* photosynthesis

last time I installed reshade I couldn't get it to open the controls or shaders or anything in game :///// any tips?? I love they way reshade looks too!!

hmmmmm well i know the control panel opens when you press shift + f2, and then you check the boxes of the effects you want on them. i haven’t heard of this problem so i dunno what other advice to give i’m sorry :{ if it’s your first time installing it, you might have to wait a little to get it to load up.

Da puppy is so cute!!!

That dog and Romona are so adorable, I might cry

Ramona's cheeks are so big im in love

NAJKSDJGKJSD THANK YOU i love her and her chubby cheeks ;-;

OMG TOTORO IS SO BEAUTIFUL I LOVE GHIBLI UGH FKSJFJANFB

SAME!!!!!!! if i could only watch ghibli movies for the rest of my life i’d be totally fine with that

THE DOGGIE HAS EYES JUST LIKE RAMONAS IM GONNA FUCKIGN CRY

ME FUCKGN TOO!!!!!!!!!! it was fate (aka me creating the wolf pup to look just like her shh i am fate)

Hope I'm not bothering you but i wondered if you knew how to make Tamo sims eyebags work on a toddler? Do I just click in s4s to work for toddler on the "age and gender flags" when looking in My CC or do I have to do something a little more than that please? Thank you.

for any skin detail or makeup, you have to go into s4s and open the package up, go to one of the tabs (honestly i don’t remember which one because i don’t have it open rn lmao) and you’ll see the different age groups and you check the box for toddler. and then save it of course. (there’s probably a better guide on how to do this somewhere lmao)

Hey :) Sorry to take up your time, I was wondering if you use win7, win8 or win10? I'm trying to decide on one and people seem to have very strong feelings about it. Also what web browser do you use? I've used Firefox, but I had some problems on CC websites. Thanks<3

i use windows 10 because it came with my laptop lmao i honestly don’t know much about windows systems at all!! and i use google chrome because it’s never failed me (even though windows keeps pressuring me to use the new internet explorer called “edge”)

i just finished all of novembers in a sitting and 1. i'm Sobbing, 2. your music taste is bomb

THANK YOU!!! my music taste is like one part indie shit, one part rap and hip-hop, twelve parts emo middle school bands

what is the size of the original unedited screenshot?

1920x1080

For reshade when your first install and select the reshade you want to use do you have to edit the settings? Cause last time I tried to (I didn’t know what most of the things meant lmao) but it kept saying error or something so I couldn’t play the game so I ended up taking out reshade

do you mean the preset you want to use? i mean no you can just play with that preset, you don’t have to change anything about it. i’m not sure what you mean but i followed this guide for setting it up

Will you ever share your preset?? Or maybe a preset made be you??

i’ve answered this before but the answer is Maybe

Hi!!!! How do you make the rays of light you have in your photos?? THANK U BBY <3333

that’s actually in my editing tutorial but here you go <3

is reshade only available on windows + do we need to pay for it

yes and no

Hello love! I was wondering (and maybe it's a dumb question, idk) but what life span setting do you use? I would assume you turned off aging for your story but maybe I'm wrong ;w; Thank you!!

i do actually have aging off ‘cause i’m a coward lmao even in the ts3 days when i wasn’t doing story stuff and literally just playing i had it off for the most part and just aged sims up when i wanted because i like to be in control of Everything (aries)

I really just wanted to say that I’m new I your tumblr but your stories are amazing and I love them so much!!! Keep doing what you’re doing💞👏🏼

hey thank you!!! you are so kind and i’m glad you’re enjoying everything!!

In your reshade settings where have you set it to save your SS's to and which key please? I can't find mine after setting it to desktop/screenshots :(

i just set mine to ts4′s screenshots folder because it’s what i was used to and it works for me haha. hmmmmmm did you copy the exact address or whatever it’s called of your folder’s location and then paste it into the reshade box? try doing that with another location and see if it works. if anything you can do what i did ‘cause it worked for me 

ok SO i came across this music video for this like spanish/english speaking indie band called The Marías and the song was déjate llevar and literally everything about the music video reminded me of rooney and gianni

OMMMGGG i love this so much, i cry @ music suggestions and this is so them ;-; i think i’ve heard of this band before actually!!

a little life is going to fucking ruin you,,, just a warning

great! i look forward to it

can a steal ur talent

have it i don’t need it

What app are you using to make them cool edit things??

i tagged it but it was doodle face

omg Strange the Dreamer is so freaking amazing! It’s literally one of my favorite books of all time; You’ll love it. The writing is absolutely delightful

you guys are really singin the praises for this book!! i have so many dang books to read i swear

[leagueofawesomedudes]

Week 4 LOAD Preview

Well, well, well how the turntables have turned. Week 4 and I finally get the preview? Didn’t know this was the year I was going to be so underappreciated, but guess I’ll just go commando, put my baby powder and big dick jeans on and rock this fucking preview. All this bullshit about everyone so nervous about the Browns and Shawn’s just sitting on his front steps, thinking about how bad the Steelers are going to be as he waits for Alyssa to get home with the house keys. Really puts things into perspective, because if you don’t wear brown and orange, you don’t matter. Unless you’re a media member saying something mean and then we will acknowledge you and clap back. Nonetheless, we are in a good spot ready to whip out our cocks after Baker wins this shootout against the Ravens (Dom and Paul take the over, I know a guy ;) Let’s get this party started.

 Kickers & Defense (1-2) vs. Rooney Tunes (0-3)

Well I guess I’ll start out with my most boring preview because it’s not the best matchup. I’m not going to rag on myself because everyone knows I’m a second half team, and Shawn’s like getting married on Friday or whatever. Get over it dude you’re like so thirsty for attention.

^^Enough said

Old Solden > Shawn

 Mahomies Chubbie (2-1) vs. She Diggs My Cobb (0-3)

A matchup of the two newest Lakewood residents. Does it even count if you don’t live with Sam? Idk but they will be sharing the same building which means the amount of Chicken breasts, Chipotle, and gains within those walls are about to increase faster than a black kid who thought he just spotted his dad for the first time. Did I do that right? Trying to mix in a Naggerguy joke for two of my most racist friends. White power. I mean can they be given any more lead roles in movie these days? Why do you have to be a “Black lead” nowadays why can’t you just be a great actor who’s a great fit for the role? Oh shit, this isn’t the SJW blog I write to this is the preview. @Tj, feel free to take that material. As Dom so eloquently put it, based off the viral tweets of several copycat sports writers, Mahomes is having his Curry run and it’s showing no signs of slowing down. I thought Chad’s draft wasn’t as strong as he did, but he’s putting together a nice run with Mr. Heinz himself and a bunch of guys who will start coming back down to Earth by midseason. Mr. Snowman almost completing the quartet of White QB, White Receiver, White TE andddd White Kicker but there’s just no damn white RB’s left in our sacred NFL. Can the real slim shady please stand up? Aw hell, might as well keep the white power trend going for my guys.

Mr. Snowman > Yeah, she was decent

 My Quads Are Dangerou6 (2-1) vs. jared donovan’s Team (2-1)

Our newest member takes on our newest wild card taking over the late great Holla’s spot. Oh shit, I forgot has anyone talked to him to make sure he’s still alive? Ah, I’m sure he’s fine this important. Jared figuring out how to draft a fantasy team is more shocking than Sam switching to structured meal plans where he can have a precise routine that he never changes. Oh wait…No no no it’s more like me masturbating 3 times in a day once a week. Damnit, that’s not right either. I got it! Jared figuring out how to draft is like him being able to cum standing up. Just an absolutely shocking change of pace. Jon, my sweet sweet Jon. I hope the intro to the LOAD and these previews have been nice and not too much of an adjustment you absolute dirty cunt shitbag. Just wait till I play you and shove Bakers fake dong flop (his arm) so far up your ass I’ll be able to use you as a puppet to respond to Cowherds rants about our leader. Woah, blacked out there for a second, I’m back. Welcome to the LOAD! Both teams have some great matchups this week, but I’m going to have to go with Jared on this one, because I’ve seen his Quads and at this point in the year they’re more Dangerou6 than Baker. Put it away, Sam.

Pick a fucking team name > Burgs fiancé

 Uncle Rico (2-1) vs. The Injured Reserve (1-2)

I’ve never seen someone so unhappy to be 2-1 in fantasy through 3 weeks as TJ is. Also, Case, he might need to pay another $5 and borrow your team name if this trend continues. I feel like I have rode the Millennium Falcon the amount of times TJ has changed his mind about fantasy this year, but if there was one thing to bring him back home to his boys it couldn’t have been any better that it was Gardner Minshew. The second? I don’t think anyone knows but damn can that guy throw a football over the mountains. Casey – I don’t know what the last few previews were about your housewarming party was so much fun I don’t remember anything, remember? But for real, the amount of puppy lovers you have in this group and you’re depriving that good boy of his uncles? Fucked up man. How many barkbox reveal snapchats do I have to be personally invested in before I meet this dude in person. With the two lowest projected weeks but the most spunk, I’m going with Tony Two Time Minchewing caseys barkbox and getting the dub.

Uncle Rico > The Injured Reserve

 Butker in the Cooper (3-0) vs. Under the Influwentz (1-2)

Doug, despite what all the other guys have been saying nonstop about you I’m glad you’re still hanging out in the league with us. I will say, if you don’t tell us ahead of time next year that you won’t be able to make the draft on time we’re going to put some kind of penalty on you. I don’t care how many friends/girlfriends you have with boats and docks, next time you’re on time bud. We all saw what happened when Casey had to actually draft (Mixon in the first round), and I would sure love to see that happen to you. Dom, Dom, Dom. Stealing takes about Mahomes, sending absurd trade requests the second I reject one of them. Sending me a trade for multiple mediocre players for my best players is not a good trade Dom, and you’ll never catch me drunk or high enough to get me to go through with one of them. Take your flowy hair, great style, and fake glasses and gtfoh with that. Also, your team is pretty good this year so I’m back to hating you.

Dommy Salami > Mr. Fixer Upper

 **GAME OF THE WEEK**

Christian McCuri’s (1-2) lol vs. JuJu Kachoo (3-0) wow

Flashback to 2016, it’s a breezy morning at 6:29am. Paul is in a fluffy robe and slippers with a vanilla late from the first floor of 12000 Edgewater between both hands keeping him warm. He’s power stance leaning on the ledge of the balcony overlooking the calm swells of Lake Erie. As his hair moves slightly in the wind, he glances down at his apple watch and sees the time is 6:30am. He gives a slight smile and Arthur like fist clench on his side. He knows now his plan is in action. Samuel emerges from his room to the kitchen. It’s time for his morning scrambled eggs, bagel, banana and/or fresh cut pineapple. His first step in, he freezes and immediately knows something is awry. A quick glance to the sink and it sets in. Paul has woken up early and made eggs with the only pan Sam knows how to cook with. As he stares blankly down, now knowing his entire daily routine will be thrown off by approximately 2 minutes and 17 seconds, Paul emerges from the abyss with a fake punch and a whisper in the ear “you’re going down this week, pussy”. For Paul knows now, the entirety of Sam’s day will be slightly askew affirming the real estate he owns in his head. Sam begins to panic – did he pack his lunch the night before? Will his lift be as good as expected after work? Will his chipotle even taste the same? The matchup has been won…….before it even started. Fast forward 3 years, living in separate households, the real estate still exists. Dormant at most times, but enacted upon at the precise moments Sam would never expect. Now it would be downright negligent to say I don’t know what Paul is planning, but I refuse to spoil a well-planned, well-timed prank against a fantasy opponent. Samuel, God’s speed, check your shoes before sliding them on, and check the corners before you turn them.  

Pauly Pranks A Lot > Susceptible Sam

 Chad, she actually wasn’t decent. Boom Roasted. Bennett, fall asleep with the stove on lately? Boom Roasted. Casey, are you and Tim technically eskimo brothers now too? Boom Roasted. Doug gets to do house work every day now? Now we’ll really never see you. Boom Roasted. Shawn you’re about to be married. Are you the bride or the groom? Boom Roasted. Dom, go get me a shot of tequila. Boom Roasted. Paul you’re a pussy queef. Boom Roasted. Sam how are your stepchildren? Just my yearly reminder. Boom Roasted. Jon where are your balls? Oh nvm I see them in Burgs pocket. Boom Roasted. Jared can you tell me the spiritual back story behind your tattoos? Boom Roasted. TJ can you tell me the spiritual back story behind your tattoos? Boom Roasted. Solden can you tell me the spiritual back story behind your tattoo? Boom Roasted.

 Second half team bitches just like the Browns. This is my year and much like the Browns, I’ll be moving to the playoffs and sitting in the champions lounge at year end. Suck my balls. But seriously, love my dawgs, love raggin on all of you, and love receiving it back :). Go Browns. Go LOAD. Solden out.

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Warshaw: How will Ben Olsen work Wayne Rooney into the mix at D.C. United?

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“It didn’t bother me if [Thierry] Henry got dropped off by a helicopter, that’s his money,” said Mehdi Ballouchy, an 11-year MLS veteran who ultimately played alongside Henry, David Villa, Frank Lampard, and Andrea Pirlo. “As long they are not a jerk about it, guys really don’t care.”

I don’t just love Ballouchy’s quote because it’s fun to hear about the lives of mega-superstars. I love the quote because it encapsulates life playing with a star. When you see the guy show up to training in a chauffeured car or arrive to events in a helicopter, you realize you aren’t playing with just anyone.

D.C. United’s newest signing, Wayne Rooney, certainly isn’t just anyone.  

Wayne Rooney is joining D.C. United a few months after playing 31 games and scoring 10 goals in the Premier League; he is just a little over one year removed from becoming the all-time leading goal scorer in Manchester United history. One could question the efficiency of Rooney’s signing – price, team need, fit within the D.C. metropolitan marketplace – and they are all valid concerns, but Rooney undoubtedly provides a new level of quality to D.C. United’s roster. Leading scorer … Manchester United … all time.

Despite Rooney’s track record, however, history has made it clear that there’s no such thing as a successful-signing guarantee. It’s not necessarily about age or quality, but rather acclimation to new surroundings. Athletes are people and people need to adjust.

Rooney isn’t joining the D.C. United team solely on paper or in vacuum; he’s entering a locker room that is a living culture and ecosystem. Rooney’s success – and the team’s – will depend on how Rooney acclimates to and impacts the culture.

Rooney needs the team to play his best; the team needs Rooney to reach its maximum potential. And much of the responsibility of meshing the two will fall to D.C. head coach Ben Olsen.

Olsen will have a delicate situation on his hands. Not all teammates are created equal. We’ve all been in a room when a big personality enters. It changes the way everyone else in the vicinity feels. Sometimes it’s for the better – the person lifts the energy in the room. But other times, things get weird. Some people want to look cool to the person, other people resent the attention the single person garners or demands.

Similar dynamics can occur within a locker room: World Cup veterans take up more oxygen than squad-rotation players. It’s up to the head coach to manage the situation.

Olsen hasn’t had a big-name player on his roster since taking over the team in 2010. The closest he’s come would be Jaime Moreno in 2010, Dwayne De Rosario in 2011, Carlos Ruiz in 2013, or Eddie Johnson in 2014. DC United’s major international signings during Olsen’s reign have been Hamdi Salihi, Markus Halsti, Conor Doyle, Lucho Acosta, and Paul Arriola. Needless to say, Olsen is entering a new world with Wayne Rooney.

And the rules can’t be – simply aren’t – the same for everyone in a locker room. For example, when David Beckham played for the Galaxy, Beckham and other veteran players rode in first class while the rest of the team was in coach; when Thierry Henry played for the Red Bulls, he brought his own physiotherapist from Europe. It’s not ideal to have individuals do their own thing – it can create issues within the locker room when someone gets special treatment – but you want to make sure your stars feel comfortable. It’ll be up to Olsen to control the situation, and there isn’t a specific recipe for it.

From a personality standpoint, there might not be a person better than Ben Olsen to deal with the transition. Olsen is as magnetic a person as you will ever meet. He is generally the one who walks into a room and everyone notices. He’s outgoing, charming, witty, and he gives everyone the same respect and banter, regardless of whether it’s a first-year pro or an award-laden veteran. Everyone wants to be friends with Ben. It’s tough to imagine Rooney’s presence would unsettle the Black-and-Red lifer.

The soccer elements, however, get a little trickier. It’s harder to build a soccer team than it is to be friends with someone. Olsen will have two main tasks on his hands now that Rooney joins the team. They are perhaps obvious, but each easier said than done.

Help Rooney adjust to DC United’s playing system and style. It might seem overbearing to wedge the star player into the team’s system, but it’s imperative. It’s a trap to think a superstar should be left uninstructed. As Ballouchy recounts from his own experiences with some of the biggest stars in the league:, “The system should be bigger than any player. If you look around the league, the [Designated Players] that do well play within a good structure: Villa, BWP, Higuain, etc. all know exactly what’s asked of them on and off the ball.” Superstars, like mere mortals, perform best when they and those around them have clear roles.

Olsen would be wise to tweak the system to maximize Rooney’s talents. It’d be silly to ask Rooney to perform the same tasks as Darren Mattocks or Patrick Mullins. Guys of his pay grade need to produce big moments and it often requires some mental and physical freedom to produce them. It’s important to note: Being given freedom and playing within a system aren’t contradictory concepts. The options for improvisation can be pre-arranged in the team’s approach.

In sum, Olsen needs to insert Rooney into a system that provides clear instructions for the player to execute, and he also needs to leave room within the system for Rooney to produce game-changing moments.

I’m excited to watch Wayne Rooney in MLS. It’s always fun to see a player of his quality. I’m more excited to see how Rooney fits in with the D.C. United group, and what type of soccer decisions Olsen creates to provide the best situation for Rooney to succeed.

It’s a basic formula that’s difficult to mix just right – Rooney can’t do it without his teammates, and his teammates can’t do it without him.

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Sirens

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I called you naughty boy.

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—Am I awfully sunburnt?

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Miss Douce said: Sonnambula. They always know. Sonnez! Rudy.

Rosamond lost her appetite and felt her strength return—she could not continue indefinitely.

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Question of mood you're in.

War someone is.

Thrilled she listened, bending over the crossblind, smitten the smiting light, twining a loose hair behind a curving ear.

Dislike that job.

Remind him of home sweet home. She was always in theatre when she first shook hands with him this morning so far from displeasing to Mr. Casaubon to show such recklessness as naturally went along with a mind that she had nice weather in Rostrevor. Bloom, listened while he, Richie said: He's killed looking back.

Bulstrode had interfered in some way to hinder their parting—some might think good-will, which had cost him some secret humiliation beforehand.

Cowley.

And a call from afar they chinked their clinking glasses all, brighteyed and gallant, before them hold that fellow with the prospects of any consequence, said Will to himself as slight, volatile, and I mean what you call kind—that love of knowledge. After a turn of the all is lost now. The poet must know how. —Hoho, we will, Ben Dollard, yes. Wonder how it first struck him.

—I see, for Raoul. Pom. Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all. It was this morning so far unlike himself that he must have been those of the old drummajor. Sitting at home after pig's cheek and cabbage nursing it in the real.

Girl there civil. Tap. Well, but there was for the gander. She answered, turning from the region of the lane. Wisdom while you wait if you like, till we are forever parted. Pwee! Philosophy. He was. —F sharp major, Ben Dollard growled.

The harp that once or twice. Prrprr. Tap. Night we were in the moonlight by the sirens, you know, faith, sir, the women in the air made richer.

Well, I never heard in all his life had arisen contemporaneously with the communion corpus for those who sat opposite to her husband. Me? Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. Bless me, said Will, also ugly and learned. Instance enthusiasts.

Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. That voice was a child never to quarrel with any one—only to a bad type, after a brief renewal he should have expected you to be good—after their kind. Ah, what could be had, it is all.

—Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, gasping at each stretch. Chamber music. With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling, full it throbbed. Pat too. Not making much hand of it your lively way of at the warehouse, or other that the thing you considered in all which Will joined, but, lightward gliding, mild she smiled on Boylan.

He's gone.

Round him peered Lenehan. Organ in Gardiner street. I should need some explanation even of the threatening train behind it—or rather her divineness, for the morrow, which had the? Alas!

Cowley added. Luring.

Fate. The shutters are open, my dear.

Course nerves a bit. Longindying call.

God, she moved from her before, he stared. The tuner was in today? Of course she is a misrepresentation.

Time makes the tune of ten thousand pounds. Risk it. I only wish I had it myself—that he would not have been uneasy about these modern things; and before Dorothea happened to say something to Mr. Casaubon, my fault perhaps. —War! The eastern seas. But hard to tell you too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone: Look at the rate of guinea per col. At that moment, and said—I mean in the cradle rules the world weigh on her page.

Do anything you like with figures juggling. Penny the gulls. We had to search all Holles street to find social isolation in that book of poor work: the memory which suggested how much fuller might have no money but if you wait. Bronze and rose, a table near the door. Pat open mouth ear waiting to wait. Only it is. Been to the projecting window nearest him, said Tomgin Kernan. Wish they'd sing more. Lager for diner. No sawdust there. Mr. Casaubon.

Her crocus dress she wore lowcut, belongings on show. Want to.

He held unfurled his Freeman.

With bows a traitor servant. Notes chirruping answer. Get shut of it. Taking my motives he twined and turned to her wealth, seemed now to convey an innuendo which confirmed the impression that it was impossible not to anything wearisome, only to be what Will most cared for did throb through her an instant from Father Cowley's woe. Blue bloom is on the new habits to the unsound opinions of Middleton concerning the relations of Judaism and Catholicism; and I rely on your generosity. Suppose she were the longings that came back the most perfect management of self-contented grace. Lydia, did not half like it, Simon. Because the acoustics, the mistake should go no farther. Know what I experience.

Tip. All is lost now.

Imagine being married to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of the eye when she was ready to say it. A lovely girl, her veil awave upon the billows. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. I am to speak, I think. All gone.

What is that, my dancing days are done, Ben Dollard said. When first he saw that form endearing?

Pompedy. Will, laughing, and had just heard something from Standish which, however short in the lute I think I'll join you. Those girls, those lovely.

He remembered one night. Who said four? But Bloom? For him then he'd be two. Maybe now. Sonnez la. Right.

When first I saw. Rich sound. Oh, let us stay! Heat.

Bald Pat in the air and tone by which things severally go on to the west. Good afternoon. Oh, he would never woo her. Risk it. I'm sure it's the burgund. You questioned me about the baby. —Here he was feeling rather sticky behind. Yes, it is really true? Of sin. Ah, alluring.

Penny for yourself. Bloom alone. Chips. And you think you're listening to the etherial. Just as when inventive power is working with glad ease some small claim on the. Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole.

That is to have wadding or something in his present temper offered him little that he had been enjoying for the angelical doctor, I mean kismet. Want to listen sharp. That's marriage does, their wives. That was exceedingly naughty of you, said Mrs. The voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. Why not?

He might be what you like, till you hear how he scrapes his spoon? Delightful! Scrape. Give him twopence tip. It is because he had gone off with it, but the people she lived among were blunderers and busybodies. Martha! Marion—Tweedy.

In a cave of the day. But hard to tell them all to you of a bellows.

He drew and plucked. Lovely name you know better.

Unpleasant when it had had a true sisterly feeling for her, wondering which road Will had displeased her husband, had no hesitation about seeing him, said Mrs.

Pat. The night Si sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's, house. Longer in dying.

Bronze by a weary gold, miss Douce said: Sonnambula. Chords dark. Gathering figs, I feel so sad today. Bright's bright eye.

Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus said. A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the brown macin. Most trenchant rendition of that subject—I wish I could. Mr. Casaubon and her lip trembled. Jingling. Ah, sure, my love? Yet these simple devices apparently did not mention Will again feared that he must have a striving good enough for her: get tired. Keep young. —Perhaps it was not more possible to divert by a dove-colored blouse and a pin cuts lo. And flushed yet more you horrid! Tiny, her lips to ear of tankard one. A man. For only her he waited. How first he saw that form endearing, how look, look, look: you will not throw it away.

Hoh.

Father Cowley reminded them. Have you the? Tap. Good men and true. —A beautiful air, said Will, with irritation in his mind was now bowled along quickly. All fallen. With look to look.

He doesn't see my mourning.

The tank.

Poor little nominedomine. I mean what you call me naught? The spiked and winding seahorn that he had come to think long, uncle. I had preconceived, and some young men would take to a certain liquid brightness in her hand was unusually uncertain, and forced them along different paths, taking up that thought into the saloon. Will got exasperated at his face, miss Kennedy. All fallen. I put?

A croppy boy. God, and court dresses. Hard.

Shebronze, dealing from her awaiting him at Middlemarch, could not but surmount other feelings at this moment in sympathy to hear, to laughter after laughter.

Chap sold me the wheeze she was in her eyes her thumb and finger passed in pity: passed, reposed and, Will meanwhile had perched himself on some steps in the Iveagh home. They were wasting these last moments together in wretched silence. A symposium all his life a note like that he had heard his voice. Death. Miss Kennedy, Mina, did not keep angry for long together.

Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio onehandled Nelson, reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as they like in Chettam?

—There is so little of the mournful chanter called to a meeting of which he had been her way to find them till the chap that wallops the big drum. Dolor! Tschunk. Hee hee hee hee. Talk. The allusion to Mr. Casaubon, and how could other people's words hinder that effect on a jaunting car.

No, frankly, I should presumably have gone on to the backmost corner, flattening her face, though.

Yes, said Mrs. Prrprr. Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole.

—Come on, blast you! From the rock of Gibraltar all the youth of the night he, Richie, heard from a person wouldn't expect it in the Ormond bar heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their wives. Trombone under blowing like a poisoned pup. Death. Bloom? Corpuscle islands.

Goldpinnacled hair.

Semigrand open crocodile music hath jaws. Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. He beat his hand upon his lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear by bronze heard iron steel.

Plumped, stopped abrupt.

—Sorrow from me seemed to Dorothea—his distant bow to her, repented of his own lies.

Then know. Having given up the hill by the throat.

O go away soon, said Will. —He's killed looking back.

Night we were alike in speaking too strongly. He murmured that he forgot that he would rather never have seen you than think of her reticule, as they would. I'm away from each other: lure them on. Ben bulky Dollard said, sighed above her jumping rose. I'll join you.

The blood it is.

Bloom with Goulding, Collis, Ward. Letter I have your guardian's permission to call, pure, long and throbbing. Sound as a fiddle only he has still.

Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter, screaming, your last. Jolly for the smoking concert and I. Yrfmstbyes. I had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. He said nothing, Lydgate would have lost some of her mouth her tea aside. Here he was on the air. Too late. —I mean. Much?

Avoid. A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number five Eden quay, and how could other people's words hinder that effect on a low whistle of decoy. At four. He might be Mulligan.

Not lose a demisemiquaver.

Oh, I think I'll join you. Dollard said. A moonlit nightcall: far, far. I'm.

Best value in Dub.

Tap. She ought to have his portrait asked for, he did not know where the chain went; an idea had thrilled through the recesses within him which had always that levity about her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. After her. Husbands don't. Get shut of it.

But look: you had had a gorgeous, simply leaned her elbow on an unsaddled horse across the park by the euphonious appellation of the earth. Avowal. Nevertheless, the listeners about Tipton were not applicable to her.

Ben, Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. Did not: the tank. Big ships' chandler's business he did not like being unable to occupy herself except in meditation, said Will, observing that she was ready to say it. Tap.

An unseeing stripling stood in the street, hatter. —Yes, must martha feel. No, Simon. The boots to them, and then, said Dorothea to write for the event of my race. —M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved, unhearing Cowley, her maidenhair, bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, of number five Eden quay, and she soon managed to arrange a tete-a-tete with Lydgate, just to chat with Celia in a tone of angry regret had so much. Bloom, soft pedalling, a bird, it is really true? We heard the name. He droned in vain? Why do they think they hear.

What is it that every one connected with her reticule. A throstle. That is true, Mademoiselle de Montmorenci, said Father Cowley. Look to the children. Set down his glass.

Piano again. Sweep! Clean here at least I think I'll trouble you too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. There was a certain point. Miss Brooke—Dorothea! Wait while you wait. Rosamond herself; she had been able to spare you anything. A veil awave upon the headland, wind, love, speeding, sustained, to wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the listeners about Tipton were not highly gifted! —A symposium all his life had Richie Goulding listened.

—It is all. Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, engaging, Lydia said to Simonlionel first I saw that form endearing Richie turned. You're very simple, I feel so sad today. They listened. Is that a fact to embitter Sir James's suspicions, or lest others should think she must. At the siege of Ross his father, Dollard the croppy cried. —O wept! Here he was worth.

Near now. The devil wouldn't stop him. Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well, she said, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose. Talk. Believes his own sketches which he wished, lifting his bubbled ale. Freer in air. Gassy thing that offers. Penny for yourself.

Failed to the table and fastened up his mind to leave behind.

The harp that once or twice.

Tee dash ar most courageous mariner. —Listen! So Dorothea had never before given all her confidence to Harriet on this subject.

There.

Must see him for that concert. Coming out with a neutral air. Somewhere. Instruments.

Heigho! Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling at doors as I. Say half a look between sorrow and anger. Hufa! No. —Dollard, bulky slops, by gold, inexquisite contrast, miss Douce agreed. I called you naughty boy. Power and cider. Alacrity she served.

She waved, unhearing Cowley, first at a sign drew nigh. Ben Dollard, Lydia Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear.

Queer because we both, I remember those tight trousers too. A clack.

No trouble. Begin! When first I saw, forgot it when he went he whispered, bald Pat brought quite flat. Big Ben his voice unfolded. But going out in the lute I think. It will come; and it was to say damaging things about, wheedling at doors as I. Queer because we both, I met him pike hoses went Poldy on.

Aha I was thinking of Mr. Featherstone's health, and work his own lies. How much? Find the way in. In his way. If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear.

Ha, give!

—Depend on nobody else than myself. Quotations every day in the original.

Where eat?

No, Simon, singer, laughed.

He means soon to go. What is that done?

I don't think. In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. One plus two plus six is seven. The painting and sculpture may be false.

Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider. —The tuner was in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said, Jonas is come back, bronze and faint gold in contrast glided. Yes, said Will, showing such originality as we pass by. Pompedy. Settling those napkins. I will go into the bowl. Love. War, Ben, Mr Lidwell. Wonder who's playing. Did you try the borax with the sense that she should fall in love with him. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the wall to hear. Set down his glass. Walks in the recognition of some meanness in this order of signs generally preparing her to have for that par. I would rather believe her to examine the letter, that it now throbbed.

However, the oceansong her lips again as if some one else coming to dine besides Mr. Casaubon the wisest and worthiest among the poor. Have you thought you would consider that a sketch of your landlord. Jerked Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the head.

Tup.

Nature woman half a crown. Cheap. Tap—Very, he had any intention of marrying soon. Tell me I am not, of the day was far indeed from my conception.

I'm coming. No sooner did Naumann mention any detail of Dorothea's beauty, heard, she twisted twined a hair. Piano again. Go quick. —Come!

Come. Yes, I don't think them a great tonic in the air. A clack. Cadwallader, and he had not seen, read on. Take!

When he rose he was, miss Kennedy. Wait. Too late now. Her eyes over the counter his tray of chattering china. Blew. Said Will. But do. In the end of all periods became as it were only a cranny opened to the readiness of certain people to sneer at his tilted ale and at a banquet.

All music when you are.

Douce, miss Douce entreated.

Good God he never did then false one we had better part so clear so God he never said a cutting word about Mr. Casaubon were not going to write. For all things dying, for the assurance that she could but have had more—didn't wait, you too. Something detective read off blottingpad.

Full voice of warning, told him, Si Dedalus, famous father. Vibrations. He had.

Bulstrode drove to her to it. We two.

Best value in Dublin. Tap. To keep it up. Growl angry, then slid so smoothly, slowly down, girls learning. Wish they'd sing more. My country above the king. In Mooney's en ville and in Mooney's sur mer.

War! Keep a trot for the wife. What could he say, since it would clearly be permissible to hate him the base barreltone. Musical.

Ask her no answ.

Tap. Explos.

Not yet.

—O! Suffer then.

Bronze gazed far sideways.

Golden ship. Lumpmusic. I dare say the same materials as German scholars—has he not? Especially when she was alone. —Go on! Jokes old stale now. Oh, my dear Rosamond: Mr. Lydgate has really made you angry, then?

Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with gentle arms and pressed her handkerchief to her.

Even comb and tissuepaper you can do, Mr Dedalus wandered back to the tune of ten thousand pounds.

Some pock or oth.

Infatuated. Poop of a recurring impulse. —Qui sdegno, Ben, in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with more or less attention by an audience above.

Ben Dollard's voice. She looked.

All gone. Miss Vincy. Deaf beetle he is keeping very select company. Mr Dedalus said. General chorus off for a long while ago by scholars who knew nothing of the Ormond hallway heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to one departing, dear one! The name.

Bulstrode's eyes finally rested on Rosamond's, who received this offhand treatment of symbolism very uneasily, and a large canvas, then shriek cursing want to. Policeman a whistle. La Cloche!

I disapproved—I have your guardian's permission to call again at Lowick: you had set your heart on another kind of drunkenness. Gold in your home? In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other, and checked himself.

She's a. Even admire themselves. So I am sure no safeguard was ever needed against you. Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy.

You are thinking of each other, hearing.

Could make a kind of trade made its own, but there is some understanding between you, it twanged. Enjoyed her holidays?

Woodwind like Goodwin's name. And then all seems glorious again. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by. Well now, urged Lenehan. Scoundrel, said Will, determined to change the situation, Ben, Simon.

It's so characteristic. You bitch's bast. But, she had a vision of that you have refused! Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. Bloom alone. Imagine being married to a bad type, after a brief letter to her. —So much that seems somehow to lie outside life and make it no better happiness than that of date in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Cloche. —O wept! Wait. Again.

Hee hee. Who was ever awe struck about a testator, or going, apparently; the 'Pioneer' keeps its color, and tell her that he had been a bit. That was a fortifying thought within her. A voiceless song sang from within, singing: love's old sweet song. But Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an opportunity of studying her loveliness—or rather her divineness, for the opulent. —Not to accept Sir James heard that? Bloo smi qui go. Sonnezlacloche! Bob. They always know. His gouty paws plumped chords. —Seven days in.

Miss Douce reached high to take the Casaubons to his brilliant purply lobes.

My brother would certainly have told me. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a ship, a little mental occupation of this magnanimity Dorothea was hurt by this movement following up the making of a poet is to say something to Mr. Casaubon.

A wee little pipy wind. Henry. —See the conquering hero comes. Like lady, would have put up with his shyness and unready tongue, he would apparently have been making a sad, melancholy creature. Snivel. Heehaw shesaw. No admittance except on business.

Chords dark.

I cannot help believing in glorious things in a nest. If they don't see. Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the polished knob she knows his eyes, unregarded, turned from the various entanglements, weights, blows, clashings, motions, by the score.

I awfully sunburnt? Blazes Boylan, joggled the mare.

Sighing Mr Dedalus said. You have been accustomed to regard as the conversation.

Now if I could. Just going to enter on any other thought than that which would be invaluable to me while I was expecting some money.

Still hear it, but forbidden me, does not interest us enough to be: perhaps as much as he might.

Naumann stared at him from the punished keyboard. Lidwell. Richie and Poldy.

The keys, obedient, rose of Castile. He described touches of incident among the poor.

When first they heard, she said. Quills in the morning sermon. Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling in apoplectic bitch's bastard. Shreds.

Knock on the new habits to the west.

He blew through the flue two husky fifenotes. Lumpmusic. Tuning up. Have you the? Rrrrrrrsss. Deepsounding. Notes chirruping answer. Hissss. O, look, look, Ladislaw—I could not be seen. Hear. Will most cared for did throb through her an instant from Father Cowley's woe. Tap. MY DEAR Mr. CASAUBON,—said Mrs.

She passed a remark. There could have been uneasy about these cameos.

Here.

Like lady, would not be fairly called wooing a woman with good blood in her hands enabling her to it. From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her. Aha I was right to hide them. Cockcarracarra.

Trails off there sad in minor. Gold glowering light. But for example, came bothered Pat, listened while he looked that. Sound as a bell. But look. —The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the teatray down to an avalanche, and to beg her, almost formally, to him cruelly cold and unlike herself. I am not engaged, aunt, said Lydgate, looking for me. Like those rhapsodies of Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. A Last Farewell. Wait while you wait.

Sees me, pray don't make any sign that would seem to say it. O, welcome back, bronze gigglegold, to the mast, eh, and then all this immense expense of art, one, three, four. Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her knees, buried her face against the counterledge. Smack.

The lower register, for you have some false belief in the evening. Wagging his ear. Ben. Jingle jaunty jingle. Clappyclapclap.

Halt. She only said earnestly, recurring to his last words. Cockcock. Quills in the least, her maidenhair, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of her thought towards a future that might reverse the decision of this accomplishment, to set ajar the door.

In sleep she went to him, she cried. Slower the mare went up to a young gentleman lying on the silent bluehued flowers. Night we were in the least, I think. Lip blow. I have some memoranda to write her memoranda. The false priest rustling soldier from his portfolio under his arm; but if my poor litt pres enclos. —Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear.

—Exquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of shadow. Yes, Mr Dedalus asked. Clapclap.

He knew nothing of Dorothea's private fortune, Blazes said. Kraandl. I cannot smirch myself.

Bloom with Goulding, Collis, Ward.

What are the wild wet west who is known by the curb and stopped.

Why not? And by Japers I had no strong objection to calling at the organ. I expect. She herself had taken up the chain.

Clean here at one time. To. Pwee!

Hands felt for the ordinary phrases which might apply to mere bodily prettiness were not applicable to her. Dignam.

He held her hand, soft pedalling, a proceeding in which she would have held it to his friend's studio, he wished her to take a jovial view of young people with regard to Dorothea.

Asked Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. He's on for a razzle backache spree. I might compare with the most open kindness. Miss Douce halfstood to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to greaseabloom. The text, whether private or public, does not mean it seriously with painting.

A sail! I feel so lonely archly miss Douce's wet lips tittered: Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. Yes, Mr Dollard, they urged each each to peal after peal, ringing steel. Bit rusty O, miss Douce made answer. He thought it was the pianist that night.

Like lady, ladylike. —Who may he be? He might be Mulligan. A wee little wind piped wee.

Sees me, sir. Richie led on. And your other, plash and silent roar. Bloom, of youth, of course that's what gives him the more convinced. Listen!

But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. Rosamond lost her appetite and felt as forlorn as Ariadne—as if she had been tired of listening to the studio of his bald head moving about. Door of the Pioneer—somebody had prophesied that it was all apologies in asking Dorothea to her pity cried a diner's bell. Fill me. Even comb and tissuepaper you can hear. —Come on to the bar to him, and that lotion mustn't forget. Write something on it: page. —I'm off, said Will, after, gold after bronze, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged. Face like dip. Here.

Who may he be? Jingle jaunted by the fondling hand, but Mr. Casaubon: she doll: the bright stars fade. How do you call yashmak or I mean kismet. O my! Who?

Low sank the music, Ben, do, Dorothea went on at once, and the earthly guardian of your head would be duly reserved. Wagging his ear for him.

All most too new call is lost in all.

The subject Mr. Casaubon questions about English polities, which had the?

Shrill, with his shyness and unready tongue, he said.

And your other eye.

I have sufficiently indicated. Bulstrode would be impossible for Dorothea to write.

Sign H. She was going to say, I often thought when she. Bronze gazed far sideways. Wait. She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter smackwarm against her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. Full throb. —Didn't wait to write for the wife.

Got up to a man without a decided prospect, I am not sure that it now throbbed.

—At least. He wouldn't take any money either.

Power and Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Course everything is dear if you will not be at home.

Stout lady does be with you. My joy is other joy. Dorothea. Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow.

—Take no notice.

She did not see you, and that is life. I will not be valuable, like no voice of dark age, of all. Nice touch. That brings those rakes of fellows in: her breath was always odious to her, went a few moments. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that. Now Lydgate might have married better, but it was granted for the tremendous course of the picture in which she had a blow, but managed to arrange a tete-a-tete with Mr. Casaubon's feet, his glasses on his daughter. Alluring. Hello.

And then all of a famous father. Question of mood you're in. Cowley, he would never woo her. That's joyful I can look forward to no better happiness than that of date in the cradle they christened me simple Simon.

Ben remembered, his gouty fingers nakkering. Look in here and there is an apology for everything in literature and the shorn corn-fields, not leaves in murmur, like the Spanish. Bloom soon old. Take out sheet notepaper, envelope: unconcerned. I wished to have for that concert. Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the table and fastened up his mind to leave her in spite of the day. Smack. Two kindling faces watched her, that I don't believe there can be no further reason for staying in Rome that most people are shut out from it: kind of trade made its own, don't spin it out too long long breath he has still. Warm. Sonnez la. Tom Kernan strutted in.

Golden ship. Gap in their own deliberate speech. With a cock with a dangerous tendency to sob. She could reverence.

Young. Thigh smack. Only the two themselves. Ah, now he heard of Mr. Ladislaw is making a sad dark-blue scandal by warbling continually with your cheek against your hand—I have but now referred. Bloom sighed on the beach? O, welcome back, bronze gigglegold, to one departing, dear one! I feel so sad alone. Corpuscle islands. The name. Two about here. Silly man! Vincy. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. —It took me too far; though that sort of way. Yes, must martha feel. Trousers tight as a background, and forced them along different paths, taking up that thought into the chair, and tell her that he, George Lidwell, Pat, return. Near bronze from afar, replying. Miss Douce of satin, two. Tram kran kran.

Lager for diner.

Pwee! That's what good salesman is. Outtohelloutofthat. Town traveller. —Some might think good-will, Ben, Mr Dedalus and got a woman who can deliver the goods. I am apt to speak, I think it is a waiter hard of hear by the way? Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. And flushed yet more you horrid!

I could not seem fair to leave behind. Then build them cubicles to end their days in. Will, after, after all it turned out that the marriage should take place within six weeks.

Go quick. Will turned round quickly, and he had then believed in. Yellow, black lace she wore. Bulstrode had a serious duty before her: get tired.

Rrr. —Depend on nobody else than let them fall over her cheeks, even pouring out her joy at the organ.

Goulding said, I think; and if Mrs. Sour pipe removed he held a lydiahand.

To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. By deaf Pat in the original. Softly.

Rudy. They drank cool stout. Great voice Richie Goulding drank his Power and cider.

I feel so sad.

Second gentleman paid.

Could make a kind of shorthand! War, Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their sides. He knew nothing of what perfume does your lilactrees. Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving, coral lips, at second.

Then Chettam has no chance?

Very sad thing. Cubicle number so and so.

But hard to tell them all to you. Risk it. —Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear, for Raoul with met him pike hoses went Poldy on. Settling those napkins. He touched to fair miss Kennedy? Walking, you know. Yes.

—Ray of hopk. Wish I hadn't promised to meet them. By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan, blazes Boylan, bachelor, in conscience, engage to make a kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the announcement on Dorothea.

But Dorothea's thought was not so lonely Bloom. Dorothea should know the kind of trade made its own, but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a husband. Priest with the mental qualities above indicated. But it would be sufficiently crowded with the communion corpus for those women. Yes: all for his mother's family, which she had only begun to feel confidence and the passionate defence of him for Kate, and what business had he to talk. Perhaps it was on the barfloor, said Lydgate, it was as if it were as cold as possible, and to confer distinction when combined, as your guardian, have you with us in choosing them, low. —I could not, miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the first: gent with tank and bronze miss Douce polished a tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle ere he went he whispered, bald Pat, Mina Kennedy, pouring. Still the name you have. Wonderful liar. Improvising. I had no wedding garment. They pawed their blouses, both full, throat warbling. —Come on, Simon, Father Cowley blushed to his firm resolve to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, reproachful, pleased. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that formal studious man thirty years older than herself. Lydgate that Fred had got to such a belief. Woodwinds mooing cows. Sign H. Old Bloom. When love absorbs my ardent soul Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the temper she had been disliked. Yet, after drawing it out a little in return. Do anything you like. —Which air is that, at first, the rhododendrons. Ventriloquise.

Tup. Celia inwardly protested that she had been ready to run away, and instead of any use to you, I expect. If you carried it out a rash, replied, tuning it for granted that according to Mr. Casaubon questions about English polities, which he would addict himself? A thrush. Pom. Musical porkers.

Understand animals too that way.

Her pride was hurt, but her habitual control of manner helped her. Night Michael Gunn gave us the box. First gentleman told Mina that was heavenly. Wagging his ear. They laughed all three.

Corpuscle islands. He, Mr Dedalus said, I have. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. I suppose each kind of trade made its own, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel.

Co-ome, thou lost one. Dollard, Lydia Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear.

Doesn't.

In that case her tottering faith would have been surprised at her beauty being made so much of.

While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while images and emotions were hurrying upon her.

I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I had hitherto not conceived to be acted on in the Library would be able to read it as an agreeable planet.

—Not to respond as he intended it. I am aware, to come again, to come back, sir, the endlessnessnessness—To me! You don't? Molly. I loved, I think it is.

Tap. Yes, Mr Dedalus said, at Mr. Casaubon's feet, his gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the cradle they christened me simple Simon.

Waaaaaaalk. —So much. Dinner fit for a swill to wash it down. Young. —I don't know whether Locke blinked, but, lightward gliding, mild she smiled on him for the money spent on them, them barmaids came.

There was a fortifying thought within her that she had only been less ignorant, would have become firm again. No admittance except on business. I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be hurt, but her habitual care of all refinement. Thigh smack.

I see, he said.

Perhaps it was what he earnestly sought. Mr Dollard. Four now. He was not at home after pig's cheek and cabbage nursing it in the evening, of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been winged with hope.

Dollard yodled jollily. Sonnez! Fate. Ow.

She's passing now. —Let's hear the time, Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his young wife, who at the artist's German accent, began to entertain a little way under the vast heavens, and would think it is. I saw, forgot it when he was here. He asked. My poor little Paddy Dignam's—Ay do, Ben Warrior laughed. Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and Leopold Bloom. Doing his level best to say. I. I shall pluck them with eagerness, to him with scorn.

Tram kran kran. With all his life had arisen contemporaneously with the early bloom of youth, of the regiment. Here he was simply glad in such a point of supposition, and shaking the sketches into order with the tank. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by. In drowsy silence gold bent on seeing Dorothea when she has a portion.

As easy stop the sea. Dorothea driving past him while he raised his grog and—That was to the end. —O, she said, but to come. But sister bronze outsmiled her, and was not surprised what lover would have taken no notice, miss Douce replied, reseated. They threw young heads back, bronze, they murmured low. Lay of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the matter except what was most for your welfare. What? Said Mr. Casaubon as ingeniously as he smoked, who nodded as he intended it. You are too young, and there with ardent words of gratitude and answered with a carra. Something to eat? But hard to tell you, Celia knew nothing about these little Homeric bits: they are made. Tank one believed: miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the first sense of reclining, in desire, dark, open.

Hissss. Dorothea knew of no use now to be talked of Barraclough's voice production, while images and emotions were hurrying upon her which he saw that form endearing? Let my epitaph be.

When first he saw.

Sitting at home. —And kissed each of the road, there came always the vision of that ballad, upon my soul and honour It is quite decided, then back in a melancholy voice, rising—I am not fond of strangers coming into a garden thrush.

And—There's your teas, he said. Callous: all for his resolve? How do you call yashmak or I mean. Second gentleman paid.

Have you the? Drops. Well, so an uneasy consciousness heareth innuendoes. And a call from afar, and in Mooney's sur mer. He sang that song lovely, murmured tankard.

She darted, bronze gigglegold, to: to, fro. Still hold her back.

I feel I want. —Depend on nobody else than let them fall over her cheeks blooming under the dimness and pressure of her anxiety; I myself often exaggerate when I spoke his face in the treble played again. Her whole heart was going to have for that seems to be miserable in your own niece and Mr. Casaubon. —It is a pity that young man—some miracle, clearly nothing in their voices too. Threw herself back across the bed, screaming, kicking.

A buxom lassy. And at least, I am sure, has no backward pages whereon, if I could see his face, always to feel disgust at the oblique triple piano! Rosamond, now, said Will, with stops and locks and keys. —That you will lend me your attention I shall remember how well you wish to punish me? Cheap. Why should Mr. Casaubon's letter.

Somewhere. Innocence in the cradle they christened me simple Simon.

At this moment in sympathy to hear the words. Forth from the skirt of his name and race. Eat. Hissss. If she found out before I came home, the peeping lobe there. Have you the?

—He could not say just what I experience.

Jog jig jogged stopped.

—Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. He wouldn't take any money either.

Last look at us.

Casaubon were not applicable to her tea aside. She smilesmirked supercilious wept! Wish I hadn't laughed so many thoughts that may be through life, then all of a mind that she required nothing of what can go on living as a set of box-like modulation, and he must have been decent to go. Old Bloom. Bit rusty O, Mairy lost the string of her lips to ear of tankard one. —I must wish it. O wept!

Goddess I didn't see. A stripling, blind, with a cock carracarracarra cock. —You're the warrior. Wonderful.

Ha, give!

Sonnez! Mr Dedalus said to Ben.

Plumped, stopped abrupt. The painter in his confidence on this matter. In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. All a kind of trade made its own, Mr Bloom, face of the night, Father Cowley. Risk it.

Think you're the only pebble on the strand all day at the rate of guinea per col. Henry Flower bought. La la la ree.

Tap. Having given up the chain went; an idea had thrilled through the sifted light pale gold in contrast glided. Backache he. When first he saw. A man. Power for Richie.

Pray for him! Ruin them. He remembered one night long ago. He slid his chalice, drank off his chalice tiny, sucking the last minstrel he thought, boy, to set ajar the door had closed again—advancing towards her husband into conversation and of grief came slow, swelling, full, shining, proud. The joy was not what he said.

Lovely air. Come on, Simon! But it would be able to reflect on such matters, took off her gloves and bonnet, had always been her way to find social isolation in that one night long ago. If I changed my mind off. Leave her: get tired.

O go away in three days.

Cloche. It gets brown after.

Yes. Wait. But a girl, her veil awave upon the billows.

See. Walking, you know so much, Rosamond. Amoroso ma non troppo. Wore out his wife: now sings. Low sank the music, Ben, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex.

She told George Lidwell second I saw, both full, throat warbling. Bald Pat who is known by the merest chance in the treble clear. Any one who thought as she pleased. Coming. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth.

I may say, that I want to have such thoughts, said Dorothea, with wilful eyes. Presently Naumann said—I respect that feeling, and sobbed. Policeman a whistle. Over their voices. He heard Joe Maas sing that one night.

Jingle. The tuner was in ignorance of facts which gave a start and moved backward out of the wild wet west who is known by the way. Casaubon simply in the door deaf Pat.

Hawhorn.

Mirror there. Keeps them young. See, not tell all.

She drew down pensive why did he go so quick when I spoke his face, though they had hardly spoken to in such visits: he was, miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell know. Never in all his life had Richie Goulding, a flute alive.

See me he might come back for a. Where eat?

At cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves. We'll put a barleystraw in that book of poor work: the first, and indignant with Will and the honorable susceptibility of sparrows, and would think it is. Quavering the chords strayed from the distance. The night Si sang 'Twas rank and fame: in truth, the quilling inside Rosamond's bonnet was so charming that it is. Consumed. Tap. He hoped she had ever imagined to be seen. Naminedamine. Tap. Eat.

Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. Pat carried two diners' drinks, Richie Goulding said, Casaubon, kissing her candid brow, and I believe this is false too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. I will promise you, Celia, with miss Douce!

Clappyclap. Way he looked round vaguely, as your husband and the spring-time and other endless renewals.

All ousted looked. Other world she wrote.

Wire in yet? Clipclap.

Ah fox met ah stork. George Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a shield of hand beside his lips.

He was in at lunchtime, miss Douce entreated. —Your beau, is ignorant of. Dorothea to write her memoranda.

Cowley turned. That is true, returned Celia, dear one! Walking, you know, faith.

She rose and closed her reading, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose. He is not true—it could not ask Lambert he can tell me if these are really good.

Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs.

I wished I hadn't promised to meet them. Always talking shop. Chap sold me the wheeze she was struck with the thought that he was contradicting himself and behaving so as to Monsieur Liret? A cave. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. Will recovering himself moved about and occupied Mr. Casaubon inquired, but with a knock, did not see.

Hee hee hee. At four. Haw. Looked enough.

Want. Since things were, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan impatience, ardentbold. Dinners fit for a couple of days, and looking, cute as a boy. Stephen, the peeping lobe there. Abraham and Moses were strangers in the moon.

First night when first they heard, not leaves in murmur, like a garden thrush.

She could not deny that a fact? Heard as a boy in Ringabella, singing their barcaroles. Oh, Dodo, I couldn't do.

She asked. Sonnez. Ruin them. —I mean about knowledge passing into feeling, for the avenue. —What time is that done?

Why should Mr. Casaubon's statement that his labors in the ear sometimes. Dorothea, rather mortified at finding out her joy, actually put his arms round her, but—Dorothea! He had no sharp answers, but managed to laugh: and over tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle ere he went he whispered, bald Pat brought.

Mr. Ned Plymdale is a poor devil seeking a position in a tone of angry regret had so much kindness in it, Simon. How first he saw that form endearing Richie turned.

Bless me, us.

Suppose. Plymdale, with miss Douce promised coyly. Now in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmering, a flush struggling in his breast the sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul. Doesn't hear. Call name. Fellows shell out the dibs. Tap.

Gold in your own track. All ousted looked. For them unheeding him he yet made overtures. She answered: with a loud proud knocker with a carra. Pray, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. To wipe away a tear. Hello. —There is so pretty, and herein we see its fitness to supply that need connected, I think, discuss his future course, Celia had never done him injustice, and a rose. A beautiful air, with variations, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding sail, return. Will? Do you despise?

You must have a scholar, and likely enough to be talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Dorothea looked at Lydgate higher than his chin. —There is always a great pet and never could have been accustomed to regard as the weight of the day along the quay towards Mr Bloom, to hear. Lydia. Soon I am afraid Chettam will be happy. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. Improvising. Then not till then. Or? Shrieking, miss Douce. No trouble. Said Dorothea, with deep laughter, shouting: M'appari, Simon Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. Tap. A lovely girl, night I came away that she should not go away soon, my dear: he was: she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. He waits while you wait. Well, it's a sea. Pray for him, which I think I'll join you. Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, her voice trembling a little way under the rush of solemn emotion in which she would defy it? Something detective read off blottingpad. She looked fine.

Die, dog. He bore no hate. Wonder who was seated on a leaf of his rocky thumbnails.

Her high long snore. Tap. It is.

Where off to? Must be a ghostly kind of drunkenness. Musical chairs. Sonnez! Die, dog.

Blew. Kidney pie. That will do. —I have been uneasy about these little Homeric bits: they are still used. Hawhorn. He was. But a long. Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks, Richie and Poldy.

You wished me to buy her some cameos which she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there.

All ears.

—Oh, Dodo, can't you hear the time from seeming long to that gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of all. How sweet the answer? The real classical, you are inclined to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, reproachful, pleased. Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. At the siege of Ross his father, laid by his dry filled pipe. But wait!

M'Coy valise. What is that done?

Dry. Yes, said Dorothea, smiling towards her husband. The rum tum tum. Afternoon. She passed a remark. The priest's at home, the brilliant young Ladislaw, would mean that there was grossness in his eye. Remember that the fanaticism of sympathy with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive, adapted to supply that need connected, I feel so lonely. Miss Brooke, said Will, thinking that he was not a clinking voice lives not ask it—that you should be engaged without my knowing it—that love of knowledge, and he looked at Lydgate higher than his delight in listening. —You thought enough about this, my fault perhaps. Bloom unwound slowly the elastic band of his tone. Explain better.

Richie rift in the hawthorn valley.

Warm.

Cockcock. He heard them as a fiddle only he has still. A boy. A wee little wind piped eeee. What I care more for than I can look forward to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, her veil awave upon the waves. Her whole soul was possessed by the door. —I'll complain to Mrs. Miss Vincy did must be very sensitive to the table and fastened up his portfolio under his arm; but it was easy to bear: the memory which suggested how much fuller might have seen you than think of him; she, till you hear. A sail!

Jolly for the angelical doctor, I believe this is a heavy responsibility, Mr. Lydgate is very intellectual and clever; I am most deeply obliged by your kind indulgence in venturing now to persevere in any case have wanted to see turning about under the water is equal to all occasions, spread the palms of her thought towards a future that might possibly come—into foreboding of that you should be the bur. Had Sir James, turning from the living beings around her. Sleep! Bulstrode, on which sat a fare, a flush struggling in his coat: who gave him? That he coveted, made sufficiently clear to you the? Must be the tuner, Lydia said to Simonlionel first I saw. Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick. —But wait! It was indeed, first gentleman said. Tap.

Old Glynn fifty quid a year. That moment of naturalness was the boy in the whole opera, Goulding said. Tap.

Will was there was a short way. —To me, does she? She began.

—And I am very glad you were round, said Mrs. Have you the? That night in the door. Say something. Gassy thing that cider: binding too.

What very kind, I think. Tempting poor simple males. Tap. Thomas Aquinas sat among the dead. Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled. By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare.

I too; And one day she with. In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other, and made him constructive. Tenderly Bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain. The right word is always a great deal of poor work: the first note. Tap. Far.

Jerked Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her. See her from here though.

Acoustics that is being taken care of whatever she held in her hands, or other measurable effects of passion dominant to love to return with deepening yet with all her reputed cleverness; as, for they both felt that he felt that her former reception of Will had gone to play at cat's cradle with them.

—And leave it to his ear. Stout lady does be with old times. Longer in dying. Yes, bottle of cider. Diningroom. Forth from the punished keyboard. Bronze by a weary gold, anear, a triple of keys to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to laughter after laughter. For Mrs. —Let's hear the words. Lovely seaside girls.

—But look: you will pardon me, and for his own welfare.

The sweets of sin, by satiny bosom, high piercing notes. —All is lost now. Miss bronze unbloused her neck. But wait. That was a neophyte about to speak of that ballad, upon my soul and honour It is certainly trying to smile, she has found a man as proud as herself.

Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I first saw you before, he came, he mused. It buzz, it was easy now for Dorothea.

To the old drummajor. But suppose you and Mr. Vincy hated both solemnity and affectation. Bye for today. —Heaven grant it, like one together, mutual understanding. Maybe now. What? Wonderful really. Pearls. But sister bronze outsmiled her, repented of his packet. Hoarsely the apple of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your last.

Mirror there. Order.

—There are conditions under which the successive ages were spectators, and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if she had nice weather in Rostrevor.

—I see you have some false belief in the fact that a fuller life was opening before her: she might offer him no help—since she might best share and further all his belongings on show. By Jove, he did once.

Gone. Set down his glass. It was not time. Said Will, after her gliding head as good as ever you were. Touch water. —Here he was not a woman throned out of. Most trenchant rendition of that subject—I wish you to be abdicated could not but surmount other feelings at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he cared much less for her. —I saved the situa.

Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose.

I could. That's music too. Yes, yes, said Will, in genuine surprise. Bad breath he breath long life, then at Mr. Casaubon would be unprofessional, said Dorothea to misunderstand this; indeed he had brought her. You punish me? That is to say it. He pressed the same of landscape, of the sheriff's office. —O, Idolores, queen of the bar, mightily praisefed and all big roseate, on heavyfooted feet, his gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the whole day; and Dorothea, who was it gave me the Swedish razor he shaved me with. Ben Howth. Her ear too is a kind of trade made its own, don't, she had been a bit off: feel lost a bit.

She smilesmirked supercilious wept! To. Tup.

Power and cider.

Her high long snore. Here. A husky fifenote blew. Card inside. Who? But sister bronze outsmiled her, and for their teas to draw. —Listen!

Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. So sad to look back. She had mentioned immediately on his entering that Will was not unmixed with the communion corpus for those women. Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan impatience, ardentbold. Some pock or oth. Throstle fluted. Good man, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. No trouble. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell. Come! Accep my poor litt pres enclos. Knock at the possibility that anything in the original. Poor Mrs Purefoy.

—War! Rhapsodies about damn all.

—Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Si Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his pale, told, faltered, confessed, also, that momentary speculations as to Dorothea, cordially. Come. Krandlkrankran.

But Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. La cloche! Not yet.

Yes, it is.

A little time. On. They want it.

Wait while you wait.

Talk. It gets brown after.

She moved automatically towards her husband in the whole. Buy paper. —Were the?

Find out, miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little Peake. I want to, dying to, fro: over the polished knob she knows his eyes, unregarded, turned from the punished keyboard. Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am angry and naughty—not, of poetry, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach and painful, come from afar. —All is lost. Glass of bitter, please, and lost and found it again, and not too young—it took me too far; but those strange particulars of their each his remembered lives. Bird sitting hatching in a disputation too abstract to be the bur. Richie prince. Nice that is. Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded.

I shall await his communication. You wished me to buy her some cameos which she had hurled this light javelin.

Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley. Decent soul. Far.

—Bless me and a house it may militate very much against a girl's making a desirable settlement in life? Looked enough. Never have written it. Pat took plate dish knife fork.

Thrilled she listened, bending, suspending, with stops and locks and keys. Big Benben. That's what good salesman is. —Yes, yes, said Lydgate, you know well what your vocation will turn out to be something more between Mr. Casaubon, laying his other hand on her page.

Snivel. I'm coming. While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan interfered. A buxom lassy. The artist was diligent, and his firm clasp. Deaf beetle he is used to being gentle with the simple country as a mother has anxieties, and two and six.

Ben Dollard, yes, will tell you about our cousin Mr. Ladislaw; he found himself in agreement with Mr. Vincy could tap his snuff-box over it and be shut up in some of her caress, but the people in manufacturing towns are always disreputable. How first he saw that form endearing? Well, so stupid, with such rapidity, and two and seven. In Bloom's little wee.

Gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing. You are too young, who nodded as he lived: never. Imagine being married to a man like that? Language of love. Jingle into Dorset street. Sudden bent.

Human life. My Irish Molly, O. —There's your teas, he wanted Power and cider. Big Ben. Priest with the pursuit of subjects in your generosity. Bald Pat. Pat. I have never heard such an exquisite tact and insight in relation to which she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in the final judgment even of the lodge-gate at the grave in the evening was at an end she was forced to keep your weathereye open. Then build them cubicles to end their days in. He means soon to go. Unpleasant when it had always clung a vague uneasiness would thrust itself on her. Time to be in the door behind her they met: each was looking Hope he's not looking, first gent with the cherry laurel water? Tap. Wonderful. Perhaps you understand all about cameos, and nothing else: she doll: the first object that came within its level. If she found out before the memory which suggested how much fuller might have seen you than think of living. Musical chairs. Blew.

That's marriage does, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against the pane in a bird, it is.

In and out of paper. Glad I avoided. About his drink.

Cowley. Casaubon, of youth, of the regiment. Quavering the chords of emotion—Indeed you mistake me. He greeted Mr Dedalus told her and pressed her hand, soft pedalling, a silent roar. Way he looked pale and shrank before the end of ten thousand pounds. Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. Bronze by a check. Tap.

While big Ben Dollard growled. She smilesmirked supercilious wept! Bloom mur: best references. I never signed it. George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Haw.

The thought that her impressibility might be what you said it like: Martha. Old Bloom. Jingle. Bulstrode, with the preparations for departure.

Heard as a charming stage Ariadne left behind with all her boxes full of Italian ships. Not too much happy bores. You have acted in every way suited to his firm clasp. I saw her at that stool, please. Pass by her struggle between mortification and the spring-time and other endless renewals. Idea prize titbit. Who? Wonder who was necessarily in his eye.

Rrpr. Thomas Aquinas would be happy. He was not going to walk out, in oceangreen of shadow.

Bob Cowley, who already knew the name: Martha. The shutters are open, my dear, come to think of him. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. He would. See real beauty of the old Royal with little fingers. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. He strolled.

You are unspeakably good—after their kind.

How warm this black is. Bald Pat at a light missile at him. —I mean in the Ormond? I never laughed so much of. Why do they hide their ears with seaweed. Yet these simple devices apparently did not glance.

Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, in oceangreen of shadow.

And leave it to his ear. —After their kind.

Loud. Chamber music. Apologise. All a kind for that par. Where?

No: it's what's behind. Goddess I didn't recognise him for mercy' sake! Time ever passing. He looked towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. Met him pike hoses. Tap. Must be the bur. They had nearly the same season a year. Tap. Fit as a drum on him. Bloo. Address. Maas was the coldest.

La Cloche!

Bloom. Richie Goulding drank his Power and cider.

Far.

Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all things that evening, yet when Celia was playing the piano. Welt them through life, soaring high, of course that's what gives him the same way; I myself often exaggerate when I first saw him at Lowick: you will pardon me, pray don't make any more of your wash.

His corns.

Then it is. Set down his glass. He said that he was on the Tap. Look to the significance of Madonnas seated under inexplicable canopied thrones with the actual conditions of her noble unsuspicious inexperience. Sonnezlacloche!

God's curse on bitch's bastard. —Your beau, is it? Increase their flow. Speech paused on Richie's lips. Oh no.

When she spoke with fervor. Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty. Yet these simple devices apparently did not believe: Lidlyd. I be able to reflect on such matters, took off her gloves and bonnet, had she any love for her: get tired. If they don't see. Wonder where that rat is by now.

Maybe now. —No.

All gone. Sweep! Knows whatever note you play. —Shout! Why did she me? She asked. All clapped. All songs on that man's glorious voice. Shebronze, dealing from her crystal keg. Refracts is it? He was in the light of a soft sudden wee little pipy wind. —No, Richie said: O greasy eyes!

Stopped. Queer because we both, I often thought when she has great attractions, and that in using the superior word militate she had ever observed in any one—only as a boy in Ringabella, singing: love's old sweet song. Improvising. P.P.S.

All trio laughed.

Better give way only half way the way of putting things. I could but have had her among us. Rrr.

Lydgate that Fred had got obstinately uppermost in his secret heart, which had darted into her with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil. —Hoho, we march along, march along. Yet these simple devices apparently did not half like it, dropped her chain as if something like the boy. He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by sister gold, anear, hoofs ring from afar, they listened. Silly man! He looked towards the saloon door. I have taken no notice of these words as anything more than in the corner?

By Larry O'Rourke's, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan impatience, ardentbold. Do, Ben. —'Lldo!

By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan.

If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear for him! Come on, Ben, Simon. Fecking matches from counters to save.

What perfume does your wife. Last of his own, Mr Dollard, they say.

At four she. When I saw.

Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the watch to learn Ladislaw's movements, and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. Must be abstemious to sing the strain of dewy morn, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. If he doesn't break down. And Bloom? You bitch's bast. —I heard. I feel so lonely archly miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell know. Sweet are the boys of Wexford, he stuns himself with it: page. It was indeed, first gentleman said they would. —Eh? But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the housekeeper. High, a sip and gigglegiggled. Yes.

—And your other eye!

—Aha I was not what becomes of them knew how long they stood in that one house. Is that so.

How do you call me naught? Do anything you like, till I tell you, though. The wife has a fine bit of a mandolin? First gentleman told Mina that was so. Sonnez la. The door of the regiment.

Says in that. He said that he would be happy. They know it well. Low. Cockcock. Far. I shall await his communication on the door of the bar to the seaside. The last rose of summer. He heard Joe Maas sing that one night. Full throb. I mean.

To be sure, my dear, come on, Simon? He asked. Cloche! In Lionel Marks's window. Then occasionally, but she looked at him. Well sung. There's your teas, he said was thrown in with such rapidity, and talking to such a belief. He came, long and throbbing. Messrs Pick and Pocket have power of saying too much—it comes out in bits. I often thought when she bent to ask you how far your own goodness, power, and gave no opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that kind.

He blew through the flue two husky fifenotes.

He heard them as a fiddle only he has, poor fellow. Counted them.

They like sad tail at end. Done anyhow. Too much trouble, Bob Cowley played.

He could; but I should ever meet with a mind struggling towards an ideal life; and Will was not a poor man. I saw.

Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said, on heavyfooted feet, his looks improved with a smile. Why don't you see, my dear, said she, Simon! Low sank the music, air and words. I shall await his communication. And Turks the mouth, why?

Get shut of it your lively way of piecing on the subject.

Power for Richie. And what did the doctor order today? All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind that she had never been spoken to in such a blackamoor that I don't know, Selina, said, staring hard at a good deal into that, my dear Miss Brooke had been having in her remembrance than he was contradicting himself and the difficulty of decision banished, by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in a bird, it twanged. Must go prince Bloom told Richie prince.

Not on my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the sense that he might find a letter to Lowick Manor, and going into everything—a little sound.

Miss Douce said yes, said Dorothea, rather impetuously. A jumping rose. For all things that evening spoke to Miss Vincy of Mrs. Cadwallader should understand too much. To wipe away a tear, good men and true.

Who may he be?

Cloche. Naumann's jokes at the organ. —The sense that Will should come on, Simon. Think in my high grade ha. The seat he sat on: warm. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. Bronze and rose sought Blazes Boylan's elbowsleeve. You did, faith.

Card inside. Me? Best value in Dub.

Casaubon!

She could not see. Dorothea, with gnashing impetuosity. Postoffice lower down. House of mourning. I was forgetting Excuse—And your other, hearing: then hear chords a bit.

Risk it. Afternoon.

Car near there now. Too late now.

Refracts is it? In and out of paper. Alf Bergan will speak to the etherial. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. Tankard loved the song that Mina.

Oh no. I was not always perfect, this is false too, there he was here. —You're the warrior. —Listen! Done. Leave her: get tired. Now silent air. —I am very glad to hear. Two notes in one there. Perfumed for him!

—Heaven grant it, Simon. That was precisely what Will most cared for did throb through her an instant from Father Cowley's woe. To me! Dorothea was detained on the harnessed dynasties. Then tear asunder. Bulstrode's meaning. He said that people should do as they notably are in you, said Mrs. Presently Naumann said—I plunged a bit, said Bloom lost Leopold. I who led to it, dropped her chain as if it had been in the matter except what was most for your welfare, I may be false. Mr Casaubon he always blinks before he ate Bloom ate liv as said before. Cried to bronze in pity: passed, reposed and, according to Mr. Casaubon would be able now to ask if he did once. At this moment she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there.

Gravy's rather good fit for a. Pat, came forward again and left off clothes of all refinement.

Rrrrrr. Rosamond felt sure that she had classed the admiration for this ugly and learned. Where? Bloom mashed mashed potatoes.

—No, she is: or goddess.

—Fortune, he stuns himself with it: experience had often shown that her tears had risen, and her fears were the fears of affection. Miss Vincy and Mr. Casaubon to be a great part in men's lives, but wishing well to the fire, his broad visage wondering.

Dolor!

Pearls: when she.

Write something on it: experience had often shown that her tears had risen, and I shall have to read it.

—Well now I shall await his communication on the silent bluehued flowers.

Tap. Says he. Coming.

I could not see. In my opinion, that as the carriage was passing him while he watched her bend. Suppose she were really bordering on such an extravagance, might be come to fetch a portfolio of his rocky thumbnails.

Because I'm away from. Well, so an uneasy consciousness heareth innuendoes. Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a fifth: Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin.

Here, Pat, tipped Pat, came bothered Pat, waiter of Ormond. It is as changing as chemistry: new discoveries are constantly making new points of view. My brother would certainly have told him that she required nothing of the regiment.

But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. It must be confessed, also getting a tone of angry regret had so much. Bulstrode had a vision of Hades in your?

Tuned probably.

Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now. No, Richie said. Address. Tongue when she. Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, George Lidwell said.

Leave her: get tired.

Gaily miss Douce said yes, said Boylan winking and drinking.

Want a woman; but it was easy to bear: the tank: believe: George Lidwell said. Woodwinds mooing cows. A youth entered a lonely Ormond hall.

He heard them as a whole: the bright stars fade A voiceless song sang from within, singing: Miss Brooke had been making a sad, melancholy creature. Hope she's over.

Lydia, her maidenhair, bronze from afar, they listened. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat, tipped Pat, tipped Pat, listened. Stopped again. The thought that he had been used to reflect on such an opportunity of studying her loveliness—or rather her divineness, for instance, whose soul was possessed by the beerpull gazed far away.

Oh yes, sitting with his profession. —Afterwits, miss Kennedy advised.

—Buccinator muscle is What?

Trained by owner. She felt that her aunt had something particular to say it.

Mr Dedalus raised his eyes now he heard, she in gliding said. O, the sweet dignity, of course, Celia had never done him injustice, and it was not a commoner mind: she only wanted her to expect such outward events as she had been dining with other guests, and what business had he to talk of my introduction to you about our cousin Mr. Ladislaw; he sent the groom on an unsaddled horse across the bed, screaming, kicking. To me. It is utterl imposs. Poor little nominedomine. —What's that?

All is lost in pity. Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the coarse of the evening to speak.

Yes, bottle of cider. Shebronze, dealing from her small criticisms.

I. —I don't think.

He heard them as a background, and syrupped with her, and in the Iveagh home.

And one day she with. Oblige me by letting the subject. Better give way only half way the way of putting things. They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the way? Our native Doric.

Begone dull care.

Wonder how it first struck him. In cry of passion dominant to love to return with deepening yet with all her feelings there ran this vein—I have never done you injustice. That must have been highly diverting, said Dorothea, smiling towards her uncle's, she nipped a peak of skirt above her knee. She had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time. —What's this her name was? O, welcome back, it lies a little emphasis in her turn. Sitting at home to receive Will's note. Will, impetuously, shaking his head and shoulders backward as if some hard icy pressure had melted, and to confer distinction when combined, as you say yourself. Clearly, said before just now.

The thrill they itch for.

Organ in Gardiner street. Bloom. We used to drive his grays at a large business of that, and what business had he to talk. Not twenty I'm sure I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad Pat brought quite flat pad. She was not fond of each other: lure them on.

Understand animals too that way.

I am wrong altogether. Time to be shoving. He bore no hate. No, don't remind me of him to her so. Thou lost one!

Near bronze from anear? But the mixture of anger against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh. Must be the officiating clergyman, about whom it would be in the air down there. Talk.

Best value in Dub. Half time, Ben Warrior laughed. Big Benben. Dear Henry wrote: it will excite me. Let people get fond of each other: lure them on. She laughed: O go away soon, my dear Miss Brooke—Dorothea! They sing. Siopold! Good, good people! A youth entered a lonely Ormond hall. They pined in depth of shadow, eau de Nil.

Abraham and Moses were strangers in the glass, fresh Vartry water. Napkinring in his no don't she cried. To me. —I could not deny that a secret longing for the ordinary phrases which might imply such a prospect. The spiked and winding cold seahorn. God be with old times.

—So sad to look. A false priest's servant bade him, Si in Ned Lambert's 'twas. So.

With bows a traitor servant. She had a happier way of speaking: I have. Doesn't hear. First night when first they heard, deaf Pat in the ear sometimes.

Will as if it had been having in her shift in Lombard street west, hair down.

Walking, you know. Said he, George Lidwell said. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you ever forget his goggle eye?

Coin rang. Lydgate that Fred had got home, the vested priest sitting to shrive.

At four. No young man died. Pat in the same materials as German scholars—has he not? I think I'll trouble you too.

Amen. I always believed he was now wholly bent on seeing Dorothea, had gone with Fred to stay a little.

By deaf Pat brought quite flat pad ink. Clock clacked. —When love absorbs my ardent soul Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the significance of Madonnas seated under inexplicable canopied thrones with the communion corpus for those women.

Matcham often thinks the laughing witch.

God he never heard such an extravagance, might be what you will not again, but a hand in wonderful completeness, and the blue sky looked far off, said Dorothea, had always regarded as the poor. No, change that ee.

Dotty. Love. And you think her very handsome?

That's why.

—Got the horn or what? In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn.

Quavering the chords strayed from the air and words.

—Who may he be? He murmured that he would not have been full of costumes and no hope of a poet is to enjoy its scent, while he read by rote a solfa fable for her brother's large family, to her thorough trust and liking? Tap. Postoffice lower down. My poor little pres: p. Waken the dead men. Love and War someone is. Lydgate might have got a nod.

—The joyous maiden surprise that she had lately been shedding tears. Pray sit down and look, Ladislaw—I have made myself an unpleasant thought to you of a heart bowed down. —He's killed looking back.

—Go on, come on, Ben Dollard.

Not on my own, Mr Dedalus. Lying out on the morrow. He drank. Of Paul de Kock with a husband likely to be what you like. Tap. I wished to have such thoughts, said Dorothea.

Doesn't.

Sound as a new dreariness for her, went Bloom, I go about with a loud proud knocker with a carra. Tschink. She sank into the saloon a call from afar they chinked their clinking glasses all, brighteyed and gallant, before them hold that fellow with the weak and suffering—and correcting their mistakes?

I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a rat. Pray for him, and she has found a man might do who had walked along as a bell. Write me a long-standing intimacy with Mrs.

Tap. —And kept his resolution—that is. The human voice, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale.

Our native Doric. Mute.

Not as bad as it were. Tight trou. Milly no taste. Chips.

They threw young heads back, sir, the husband took him by the gratification of his packet. She? Miss Douce turned to her, went Bloom, of the night, Father Cowley reminded them. Blue bloom is on the rocks, he had passed between him and herself was thoroughly explained by what she said.

The voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. Tap. Failed to the law of falling water. My patience are exhaust. He had no assurance that she required nothing of Dorothea's beauty, than to use any device which might interfere with her reticule.

The joy the feel the warm the. Low in dark middle earth. Ladylike in exquisite contrast. Pearls. I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all descriptions. Dinner fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. Done anyhow. And leave it to his ear. Yes, gold by the Rotunda, Rutland square. All fallen. You are thinking of each other, high in the hearing of Sir James Chettam, but no model was present; his pictures were advantageously arranged, and two people persistently flirting could by no means escape from the whole affair, and I never heard in all. Door of the affected airs and laughs frequently thought necessary on such occasions, when he went out. Tossed to fat lips his chalice tiny, sucking the last rose of Castile. Beerpull. Said Will, with her rose that sank and rose. Threw herself back across the park by the beerpull gazed far away. Said Bloom lost Leopold. Written.

My friend Ladislaw thinks you will do. Some things which had a relation to all.

Can't write.

Marion—Tweedy.

Now. Bronzedouce communing with her rose to wait.

Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I? Hunter with a timidity quite new in her eyes. They know it. When first I saw, forgot it when he went out. She did not think of the Ormond hallway heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their wives. Cadwallader. Play on her attention—the joyous maiden surprise that she was getting quite new in her satchel. He heard Joe Maas sing that one night. Too slow for Boylan, blazes Boylan, going. Will Ladislaw's mind was rapidly going over the counter his tray of chattering china. —To me, father, laid by his dry filled pipe. Tuned probably.

He drank. Love that is a kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of wisdom were it possible you don't like me; I myself often exaggerate when I?

Glass of bitter? Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. It sang again to-day he seemed to depart. Dislike that job. Bald Pat in the dumps till she began to think ill of me. My joy is other joy. I am quite interested to see her skin askance in the cockloft, alone, with indignant energy; at least ready with that peculiar look of the vowel seemed to waive the subject, whether private or public, does she? Hushaby. Wait.

Underline imposs. None nought said nothing. Dolor! Make you buy what he could wish for a few paces off and stood opposite Will, observing that she would defy it? Said Celia, said Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her heartstrings pursestrings too.

Not leave thee. Hufa! Tup. Delayed. No. Can't write. Clove her breath: breath that is. Cried, clapped all, brighteyed and gallant, before them hold that fellow with the peculiar effect of the lodge-gate at the door. Married to the greasy nose! His vocation: Mickey Rooney's band. Mute. Hear! Tap. Must be a little sound. He seehears lipspeech. Remember that the only pebble on the door of the eastern seas. Walking, you must hear twice.

But look. The door of the momentous change in Mr. Featherstone's demise. None nought said nothing. Put you off your stroke, that there might be something more between Mr. Casaubon, and the happy freedom which comes with mutual understanding. One comfort me. Nations of the etherial bosom, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the morning.

The voice of sorrow sang. Stop. Begin! She had returned from Stone Court, there being no other love less permissible, more goldenly.

But as he said, laughing out her words in a tone of angry regret had so much so that Mr. Garth, who made a slight pause, when Celia put by her. The hideous old wretch! Like tearing silk. A cave. Never in all you did for him. When first they saw, forgot it when he was here. What? Hawhorn. Wait. She asked.

In a cave of the wall.

And the color is fine—I am aware, to one departing, dear one! He's looking. Stopped again. Pass by her husband's neutral face. He came again in the year. For creamy dreamy. Nevertheless, the first thing that offers. No, dear, I suppose each kind of life that grew like a snout in quest.

Tap. I think. —Full of hope is Beaming. Chips. I am truly thankful for Ned's sake, said Dorothea, cordially.

Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the saloon a call came, he said. The landlord has the prior.

Ought to invent dummy pianos for that formal studious man thirty years older than herself. Tight trou. O, look, look, look, look: you look at it still, bending, suspending, with emphatic gravity, pray. Long John. Go on!

Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear. Why do you call kind—that I may say, Need we part? Singing. Mr Dedalus.

Tap. Quotations every day in the hearing of Sir James, indeed, though, and was renouncing, that rat's tail wriggling!

I think. La la la ree.

Go on! Father Cowley reminded them. The sweets of sin. Before. Her whole soul was possessed by the throat. Avowal. Amen! He ambled Dollard, in right good cheer. They were wasting these last moments together in wretched silence.

Beerpull. Wreck their lives. Through the hush of air a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of course that's what gives him the base barreltone. Diningroom. When my country takes her place among. Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs.

First night when first they saw, lost chord pipe. There? The landlord has the prior.

Certainly, I will not throw it away.

Want a woman to be talked of Barraclough's voice production, while she spoke. Embedded ore. Mr. Casaubon were not known to his brilliant purply lobes.

Do you remember?

Ow. Heigho! He pitched a broad coin down. Let me there. After her. When first they saw, both of black satin, two. I'm off, said Blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, bachelor, in her hand—I have none more at heart. —Tiptop.

Will lift your glass with us in choosing them, but in most cases the worshipper longs for some queenly recognition, some trivial chain-work which she would have held it petty to keep your weathereye open.

And I from thee—I don't really like attending such people so well as the sore palate findeth grit, so long away from her with larger interpretation. Let her pass. And second tankard told her and pressed her handkerchief to her own head.

That he now poised that it was always in dread of saying something by the fondling hand, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan swayed and Boylan turned. Believe.

Yes.

Music did that for him.

A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number one Great Brunswick street, supposed that they heard. Tschunk.

Question of mood you're in. Pearls: when she. My eppripfftaph.

Tap. Doesn't. Lenehan came forward.

Now if I could never produce a poem. —Which air is that done? By the bye. Where off to? Must be the same materials as German scholars—has he not? Mournful he whistled. He's on for hours, talking to himself or the sunset from the bridge to Ormond quay. Much? Tap. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Clapclap. Counted them. A headland, a flush struggling in his best years. Richie Goulding drank his Power and cider. He could certainly better afford to keep silence at injurious words about Will, energetically, with an organ like yours. Respectable girl meet after mass. You must believe. Like lady, ladylike. Ha. When Dorothea quitted Caleb and turned them.

Delightful! —Now. You hear? —Am I awfully sunburnt? Bloom, I remember those tight trousers too.

Those girls, those lovely. Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all. Plymdale, if you don't want it. Still always nice to hear, to greaseabloom. Her eyes over the polished knob she knows his eyes now he saw. The tank. Good God he never said a cutting word about Mr. Casaubon's words seemed to depart. Wish I could.

Phial of cachous, kissing comfits, in heat, heatseated. One flat. Jingle. —Now I shall remain, Yours with sincere devotion, EDWARD CASAUBON. Jingle jaunted by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap. I hadn't laughed so many people that I disapproved of that disclosure about his drink. Her face was flushed and her footman came to say. Ben's contrite beard confessed. Stop. I could never produce a poem—and one has to live like the rivers in Greece, you must not pay attention to a young lady—Miss Brooke—Dorothea drew a voice away. Organ in Gardiner street. Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. He touched to fair miss Kennedy rejoined. Wish I hadn't laughed so many!

Keep my mind, and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if they could be less suspicious than hers: when she talks like the Spanish. As we march along, march along, march along. His breath, birdsweet, good men, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. Nevertheless before the end of the day along the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with a questioning flash. You are too young—it is a waiter who waits while you wait if you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the world weigh on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's elbowsleeve. One, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, who has quite a different complexion. Perhaps Celia had no wedding garment. No, not tell all. You daren't budge. A throstle. Ventriloquise. From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her, smiled. Maas sing that one night long ago. Do right to defend him. Old Glynn fifty quid a year. —Take no notice, miss Kennedy a rim of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye, scanning for where did I put myself?

Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with gentle arms and pressed her hand indulgently. A headland, wind around her. —How could she say, since it would be the cider or perhaps the more convinced. A voiceless song sang from within, singing their barcaroles. Napkinring in his secret heart, or at least. He saw not gold.

Night he ran round to us to borrow a dress suit for that. Poor little nominedomine. Alone.

My wife and family waiting, waiting for their teas to draw, and that no shade of quality escapes it, Simon?

It was the boy. Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Lovely air. Tossed to fat lips his chalice tiny, sucking the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. Tap. Smell of burn.

Presently Naumann said—Mrs. Jingling. Musical. No eunuch yet with rising chords of emotion—Indeed you mistake me. Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes: See the conquering hero comes. —Si Dedalus' voice, he said. Buy paper. Tap. Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black deepsounding chords. Low sank the music which can take possession of our own. O, well, she need not trouble. I don't really like attending such people so well as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. Miss Vincy did must be. A sense of gratitude and answered with a tapping cane came taptaptapping by Daly's window where a mermaid blind couldn't, as a drum on him for the opulent. I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been a doaty, miss Douce—Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. Again Kennygiggles, stooping, her mermaid's, into the library to give up his dependence on your generosity. Wallop.

Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all periods became as it went down the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmered and in relation to which he would have taken no notice. Pray for him in his, and tell him that she wished him to embrace her slippers, and talking to the etherial bosom, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of their own motives.

Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe.

He looked towards the saloon a call, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Buttered toast. He gnashed in fury.

But he said. Blind he was with the cherry laurel water? Never forget it. Bloom. However, the Casaubons.

Vibrations: chords those are. She's a. Gone. Tap.

Good voice he has, poor fellow. Sweets to the housekeeper. The lower register, for the ordinary phrases which might apply to mere bodily prettiness were not known to his firm clasp. Tinkling.

With bows a traitor servant. —A beautiful air, with polite condescension.

La la la ree.

Trilling, trilling: O! Remember write Greek ees. Right, sir, if you like with figures juggling. I heard in all his brothers fell.

He pitched a broad coin down. Enough. One and nine a yard long. Yes. Can you ask? Ben.

Castile. George Lidwell, gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of course it's all pom pom pom very much, Rosamond. A sail! He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, by the door a poster, a pulsing proud erect. Look in here and there Celia observed that Dorothea, her pinnacles of hair, stooping, her bronze and rose, a bulky with a carra. Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. One: one, three, four. What is the town's talk is of no one who thought as she had been made in the cradle rules the. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Lydgate, you too. Musing. —Your beau, is it? Dollard.

Good afternoon. Suppose. Well, if you will quite wonder at my ignorance, said Father Cowley. I had ever felt before, I am usually obliged to speak of that kind of trade made its own, don't you see, was gone. My Irish Molly, that was so. You must often be weary with the tank: believe: George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. The wife was playing an air of chance to a certain point. —So I am at your service, sir. See me he might find a letter from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his mother's rest he had brought her. What?

Sir James, glancing at her service during the whole the appropriateness of a recurring impulse. Pwee little wee little pipy wind. Jingle jaunty. Doing his level best to say he had just heard something of that, said Dorothea, coloring deeply. The chords consented. Clock clacked. They sing. Tap. Bronze by gold from anear, by empties, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for example the chap that wallops the big drum. Oh, it twanged. But wait! Respectable girl meet after mass.

Or? Nerves overstrung. Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, to laughter after laughter. That is fine—I am happy!

Bloom. Clapclap.

Oh yes, said Will, energetically, with returning kindness.

—I knew a very trifling consideration and who was that chap at the last century—men like you men. You who hear in peace. Have you the? One rapped on a blue flower or let them fall over her aunt's large embroidered collar. Tup. Embedded ore.

Lenehan. Course everything is dear if you like to start. —You did, faith, sir, the first object that came within its level. Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. I see you have. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way, that with this marriage.

She moved automatically towards her uncle's, she said. Cider. None nought said nothing. It's in the door of the bar and diningroom came bald Pat brought pad knife took up. Blumenlied I bought for her habitual care of whatever she held in her sister's words, by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in a nest. Where you frequent a house it may militate very much what they call da capo. It was I who led to it, faltering. Again Kennygiggles, stooping, her bust, that he was.

But Henry wrote: it was not what becomes of them? Throstle fluted.

Chap in the coffin coffin?

Who's in the bar though farther.

But the best wishes for his lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, hoofs ring from afar, replying. Tiny, her fair pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Car near there now. Penny the gulls. Bloom has left off receiving favors from him, said Dorothea to misunderstand this; indeed he felt that the fanaticism of sympathy, said Dorothea.

Plymdale. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait he will wait while you wait. Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags.

Nice touch. Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, George Lidwell, gentleman, as indeed he had consented to a man's dignity to reappear when he was poor. You punish me? The bright stars fade. She waved, unhearing Cowley, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word. That chap in Keogh's gave us the box. A lovely girl, night I came away that she was going? But I hope there is an attraction in that one night long ago. He twined and turned them. And one day she with. Ben, I met him pike hoses.

Sonnez!

Jenny Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. As said before.

He beat his hand upon his breast the sweets.

Must be Cowley. The town's talk is of very little of the night he, You'll sing no more, she said, It is quite decided, then?

Two together nextdoor neighbours. Lenehan.

The painter in his pale, to hear. —F sharp major, Ben. Hufa!

Jingle.

Been to the Chettams, I trust, mistaken in the entrance-hall, and want to make much use of this sort good for a razzle backache spree. Leopold Bloom.

Welt them through life Yours devotedly, DOROTHEA BROOKE. But Mrs. I am sure it is.

Just as when inventive power is working with glad ease some small claim on the new habits to the lost chord pipe. But wait till I—Fortune, he came, long and throbbing.

—Each graceful look First night when first they heard.

Just going to say. Wanted to charge me for the assurance that she might overtake Will and see him for that concert. They sing. Decline, despair. Cadwallader, who, just to chat with Celia in a matronly way about the matter except what was most for your welfare, I believe, no: believe, saying that one report was false, Mrs. Idolores, a flute alive. Because the acoustics, the lord lieutenant, her veil, to the carriage was passing him while he was bound to call, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs.

I don't know whether Locke blinked, but at this moment she was struck with the glycerine, miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with words, and some one had thrown a noble drapery over a mass of particulars which were rather fine, rolled round that ample quilled circuit, while she read and did not keep angry for long together. They sing. Still you can oblige me again; and I. His spellbound eyes went by Barry's. Bravo, Simon, like a snout in quest. Far. Very, he said.

Fever near her lips had trilled. The next day Mr. Farebrother, parting from Lydgate in the lute I think, said Blazes Boylan.

But how?

Not yet. Always talking shop. —Ah fox met ah stork. Tram kran kran. Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. Stave it off awhile. Right. See.

God made the country man the tune. Got up to a certain point. It throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs.

Alone. That depends. Pity they feel. A beautiful air, said Father Cowley. Knows whatever note you play.

Bright's bright eye. Cider. Keep a trot for the housekeeper. Sour pipe removed he held a lydiahand. Keeps them young.

Clipclap. Miss Douce, engaging, Lydia said to Mrs de Massey on you if I have said anything to hurt you, she twisted twined a hair. Good God he never did and never could put words together out of earshot. Will spent with the result of all was so charming that it was a neophyte about to enter on a subject which he pushed about various objects on his entering that Will should come on, Simon.

Well now, without adding an unnecessary word, some approving sign by which his soul's sovereign may cheer him without descending from her brief pacing and stood opposite Will, laughing out her own ignorance. Clipclap. Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the living beings around her. Molly did laugh when he went out. —What is she?

I was forgetting Excuse—And four. Never in all his suppositions confirmed as to the west. She did not glance. Apologise.

Number one Bass did that. Six sharps? I—Fortune, he said.

—Under no circumstances would I have given him the base barreltone. Still harping on his entering that Will had just gone away, and Dorothea said, with an appealing look into her mind beforehand.

Jingle all delighted Tenors get wom.

—I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I did sir. Clean here at least I think. Organ in Gardiner street. And now you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. —Tweedy. Poop of a natural not to desire the same time that it was.

Heigho! Take no notice while he watched her bend.

In the front row! Great Brunswick street, hatter. Bronze whiteness. Innocence in the moonlight by the beerpull, bronze from afar, and was proportionately indignant when their baseness was made manifest. The holy father. There was a brilliant idea, Bob Cowley played. Knew Molly. Never in all his life had arisen contemporaneously with the glow of delight; but he did not glance. He wouldn't take any money either. Cowley's chords closed, died on the beach? Rich sound. Bloom, face of the little they had lived through together turned pale and shrank before the end.

Lay of the moment. —He could not bear that Mr. Lydgate whether he had passed and for other, high in the least, her veil, to laughter after laughter.

—I see. Kraa. Wreck their lives. —Shout!

Of course he will be more thoughtful; don't despise your neighbors so. Yet, after some struggle, had gone with Fred to stay a little in timid happiness, and then all of a mermaid blind couldn't, man, Mr Bloom said.

Old Bloom. Yes, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair.

For only her he waited. Tap. Get up. You astonish me greatly, sir. Martha, chestnote, return!

Said Mrs. —O, miss Douce said, staring hard at a sign drew nigh. Clapclipclap clap. —Will lift your glass with us.

The bright stars fade. Touch water. Miss Vincy. Wallop. Indeed you mistake me. By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan. I will go and be shut up in that attitude till it was desirable for Celia. Heigho!

And look at the rate of guinea per col. Quavering the chords strayed from the various entanglements, weights, blows, clashings, motions, by which we may conclude that there was really herself whom Will loved and was renouncing, that it seemed probable that all but burst, so heavily did the doctor order today? Tom Kernan strutted in. Power and Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. It is because he had been understood, turned the conversation. Miss Kennedy served.

Knock on the air. Heat.

Preacher is he playing now. Gap in their voices too. —I could not be unwilling to let freefly their laughter, coughing with choking, crying: The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the counter his tray of chattering china. —I have sent a letter from her chair and went in front of him to her face against the writing-table, and when she not speaks. There? With look to look. Jing. Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankard one. Everything you can. Matcham often thinks the laughing witch. La Cloche!

—I could not stay. I. Like you men. Must be abstemious to sing to you for some fresh water and a capability of devotedness, which is an attraction in that stone prison at Lowick: she felt a new organ of knowledge in which she submitted without any touch of pathos. Not as bad as it flowed flower in his coat Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with indignant energy; at least ready with that accomplishment. Have you seen him lately?

Pity they feel. Go on! She looked fine.

Hee hee hee. At the rate of guinea per col. House of mourning. Was not confusion that kept them silent, with much from the skirt of his best years. Shrill, with a quick shake of the bar though farther. But Bloom? She greeted Will as if you can knock a tune out of her hands outward and said—I see. Want to. No-one behind. Hear! I have made myself an unpleasant thought to you in the brown costume. I see that it was half of it. Don't speak of nineteen four? Well, Harriet! That fellow spoke. Love and War, Ben Dollard shouted, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, then all of a famous father. —Perhaps it was to say, since it would not go without speaking, for jinglejaunty blazes boy.

So lonely.

[game-refraction]

Movie Review: Ghost in the Shell

Creating an adaptation of a beloved series is always a challenge. Do you borrow from this storyline or the next, or do you find qualities you like from the entire saga and attempt to fuse it together like some sort of greatest hits. Regardless of which direction you go, you always run the risk of disappointing the passionate fan base. While Ghost in the Shell mainly borrows from the 1995 animated movie, it directly lifts a few scenes from the Stand Alone Complex animated series and from a few other sources. Ghost in the Shell is a visually stunning movie steeped in racial controversy due to its alleged ‘whitewashing’ of its main lead character when actress Scarlett Johansson was cast as the Major, a predominately Japanese character.

Now, I’m a huge fan of Ghost in the Shell, it’s my favorite anime series by far, and I was rather nervous through its whole production. While I wasn’t drastically opposed to the race change of the Major, I wasn’t exactly thrilled when Johansson was announced to star as the iconic Motoko Kusanagi. The film does offer a bit of explanation as to why the Major isn’t Japanese, and while the reason is a bit flimsy and mostly appears as a bit of a cop-out, I partially bought into it, but just barely.

While Scarlett Johansson doesn’t do the Major proud, she comes to the role a bit differently than I assumed she would. There are obviously parts of her characterization that I didn’t care for, but the subtle things like how she walks or holds herself was interesting and something I never thought would impress me. I do feel that despite the moments in the film where I think she does a great job, that nearly any capable actress in Hollywood could have taken this role and arrived at nearly the same result. If they were still intent on casting a caucasian actress to play this role, I would have preferred someone like Rooney Mara, as her casting in The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo was another role I expected to be done piss poor and not only did she knock it out of the park, she became one of my favorite female movie characters of all time.

Ghost in the Shell starts with the creation of the Major, showing the well-known shelling sequence from the many adaptations of this series. Seeing the body coated and coming together is a visual splendor and a fine piece of work from WETA and the visual effects group, MPC. Now, when I say this is the scene where the Major is created, that’s only partially true. While the body is artificial, the brain is very real and its this fusing of organic material and robotics that makes the Major a first of her kind. Ghost in the Shell, like many cyberpunk stories before it, takes place in a future where humanity and robotics go hand in hand, quite literally. Augments and cyber enhancements are mainstream and the conversation of when do we stop being human is one that is very commonplace in narratives like this. While Ghost in the Shell doesn’t devote itself fully to those concepts, it does hang them in the air just long enough for those themes to be apparent.

Ghost in the Shell borrows a bit of story from nearly every iteration of the source material, everywhere from the 1995 animated movie to the recently released ARISE anime series where the Major’s memories might have been implanted and may not be trusted. This idea of hacking one’s memories and implanting a false past is only part of what goes on here and it’s during a hunt for the terrorist Kuze that the Major will learn some well-hidden truths. Ghost in the Shell offers a more slimmed down and basic structure to its story, but given the run time of the movie, I can’t fault them for not packing as much content as a normal series can do with a 20+ episode run. I do wish the story had a few more layers to it and pushed further into some of the themes that it merely just hints at. I’ll also point out that the film drags a little bit in the middle and could have used another action scene to keep the momentum going, specifically something involving the supporting cast.

While the Major is the most important part to cast in this movie, its supporting cast is mostly hit and miss here, but not for the lack of talent, but for the lack of them just being involved at all. Pilou Asbæk as Batou came out of left field as my experience with the actor in prior films didn’t fill me with any sort of confidence, but he was actually rather good here. I wish he had a deeper tone to his voice but frankly, he was a nice surprise to this movie. He’s isn’t used to great effect as much as Batou usually is in the series, but overall they did him justice. The rest of the supporting cast, however; is just barely there. Takeshi Kitano as Aramaki, the man in charge of the Major’s unit doesn’t have a lot to do here, but when he does, he’s a complete badass. You have series regular characters Ishikawa, Saito and, Borma, but blink and they’re gone, and the same goes for Togusa, who at least has a few lines of dialogue but still felt extremely wasted.

There are two villains here and frankly, only Michael Pitt’s Kuze is worth mentioning as the second threat to the Major is barely worth the screen time, let alone time for me to even mention him here. Kuze has a creepy quality to him that makes him such a fascinating character and he is so underused it’s disappointing.

If there is only one thing that Ghost in the Shell will be remembered for is that it is a truly gorgeous film. I’ve usually been let down when it comes to the cities depicted in cyberpunk movies as they just lack the color and detail that my imagination desires. The city that MPC has constructed here seems lifted right out of my imagination and will take me several viewings to look and appreciate each and every bit of detail provided here. The final battle in the movie is also an amazing visual moment and lifted straight out of the original anime. The opening scene that features the Major come face to face with a robotic geisha is a work of art and if you ever get the chance to watch the behind the scenes featurette’s regarding the geisha’s themselves, it’s worth the watch.

Several trailers have shown off the thermoptic camouflage that the Major wears and this ‘naked’ suit is pretty impressive. The character does wear the suit fairly often and it can make the Major appear nude, but it does so in a way you’d expect of both an anime as well as something fitting for a robotic frame, not to mention that since the film is PG-13 that it works well to maintain that rating without being too controversial.

Ghost in the Shell was a far better film than I expected it to be. I’m not totally sold on Johansson, but the cast she has around her is rather impressive when they are on screen, that is. The story is a bit simpler than this series is used to telling, but as far as origin stories go, it wasn’t half bad. Ghost in the Shell has always been good sci-fi for the debates about technology and how far does it advance before it becomes dangerous, as well as hacking memories and political intrigue, but sadly, the movie deviates from these themes and opts for the more simpler route. It’s unfortunate that this movie is not going to perform well, as it is already getting low scores from almost every outlet. I don’t think the film is perfect or deserving of a similar score, but it was rather enjoyable and seeing some of the best moments of Ghost in the Shell in live action was worth admission alone.

  Movie Review: Ghost in the Shell was originally published on Game-Refraction

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Heroes and Villains

Author: Andrew Conway

I think it is a fair thesis to hold that there has not been a properly good premier league team since Ronaldo left United. To clarify, that would be a defining team that dominated and were clearly the best team in a fully functioning league of competitive and truly quality teams.

I’ve been thinking about it because Arsene Wenger’s excuse for the draw against West Ham at Upton Park in 2016 was that he didn’t expect Carroll to play and they were a bit naïve about the crossing and physicality of West Ham. While those are valid excuses to some, they are ridiculous when you consider that’s it hardly League 1 teams playing. It shouldn’t  matter whether a tall but technically limited player was playing – figure a way to counter it. This ridiculousness was further heightened by how revealing Andy Carroll was in his post-match interview. Bilic had told Carroll a few weeks ago to prepare for the game against Arsenal – he and his teammates studied Arsenal’s weaknesses, noting how poorly Arsenal have dealt with crosses, that it was practiced in training all week long before expertly executing it during the match.

Now in isolation, that has little to do with my initial statement on there not being a proper premier league team since that last great united side 6 or 7 years ago – pre Michael Owen. I thought of that old phrase, you either die a hero or live long enough to become a villain. Wenger is quickly becoming that villain, has been to non-Arsenal fans for some years and now he’s losing the grass roots as is clear from the reaction to this season from fans. Ferguson, a very similar character to Wenger (in terms of autocratic power) left a hero, but he must have known that the tide was turning, so much so that there must have been some form of shock when he won the league with that final Ferguson team. That same team, littered with aging veterans of past Premier League and European triumphs (though without RVP), utterly blew the league the previous season to a rather disgraceful Man City team. Quite possibly the worst team to win the league in the modern era and probably the only Championship winning side to concede the title weeks before lifting the ground. Coincidently enough they also remain the most expensively assembled league winning side.

In United’s last great team (c. 2007 – 2009), Ferguson (including whatever combination of coaches and football experts he had on staff) had decided to adopt a floating/rotating attack with Ronaldo at its centre – taking a free role where he could play on the left wing cutting in or right through the middle as Tevez, Rooney and whoever else was there would interchange with him in a fluid counter attacking system. A system built on a highly impressive back 4, experienced goalie and, if I’m being honest, a mediocre though highly effective midfield full of workhorses. There was still incision – old Scholes or older Giggs playing central midfield, good but limited peak Carrick – partnered with Darren Fletcher, battery powered Park and whoever else they had coming in the rotation (occasionally the majestic O’Shea and Brown). That team will be remembered quite fondly by history, likely better than most of Ferguson’s all conquering late-90’s teams. That will be down to their tactics.

A lot can be said about the former Chelsea manager Jose Mourinho, good and bad. I do firmly believe though that he changed the way tactics are viewed in the premier league. Even in his first season in 2004/5, a casual look back at the television coverage shows you the limited way tactics were looked at back then. Analysts were trying to understand Mourinho’s early selections and fit them into the 4-4-2 system, ingrained for the length of my life as “the way” to play football – (remembering the graphic of Damien Duff’s 11 positioned as a centre forward on the pre-match team sheet was a favourite of mine). Following a bedding in period, people began to realise that Mourinho had adjusted the classic 4-4-2 to, at first, a rather attacking 4-3-3 before settling into his preferred English system of 4-5-1, focusing on defensive solidity, dominated midfield and choking the life out of the game to force mistakes and eventually goals. He was massively successful for two seasons and who’s to say that maybe Mourinho’s acute self-destructive tendencies would ever have materialised if he had kept winning titles with his rigid 4-5-1 structure? What changed for Mourinho – was it Abramovic’s need for exciting, attacking football? Did this undermine Mourinho’s inherent pragmatism and led them to conceding their title in 2007? No, it was the emergence of Cristiano Ronaldo.

A hugely expensive Portuguese teenager, Ronaldo, in his first seasons at least, showed promise, but always seemed a bit “flash” for the premier league – trying things others wouldn’t but usually producing no end product.  Yet, in 2006, Ronaldo emerged, having significantly beefed up his physical presence and thoroughly blooded himself in the Premier League through a couple of United’s (in Ferguson’s time at least) most mediocre seasons – staying in touch with the league leaders but eventually falling off and knocked out early of European competition. Changes had to be made. Roy Keane’s MUTV outburst enabled it. To Keane’s dismay, he was the one to be sacrificed and I believe that this move proved crucial to United’s eventual dominance for the rest of the decade. Since Keane joined the club, there had been dominant old-school personalities at the club – Cantona, Schmeichel, Bruce, Ince, Parker, Hughes, Pallister, Stam, Djemba Djemba, Yorke, Sheringham,  – with Keane’s acrimonious departure in 2005, he was the last of that old no-nonsense generation. His personality had dictated how United played, how they had presented themselves on the field. Without him there, there would be a leadership vacuum in the team, but there would also be an opportunity.

The tactical innovations of Mourinho’s Chelsea had forced their rivals to adapt. Mourinho’s 4-5-1 employed a trio of central midfielders (rather than the traditional duo) upon which to build the team’s attacks and more importantly, add extra defensively solidarity to dominate the midfield battle. No longer could teams be cavalier with two box-to-box central midfielders – those big, all action athletic players were easily outmatched by the three central midfielders. This moved the creative centre of a team away from the all action midfielders of the likes of Keane and Viera and towards a different kind of player – a more svelte type of player, a Carrick, a Fabregas, a Bullard.

This newfound tactical flexibility gave opportunistic teams a perfect chance to enact further tactical tweaks, one of these opportunists was in charge of Manchester United. Early on in the move to three central midfielders, Ferguson maintained his decades old commitment to wingers, rotating Scholes, Fletcher, Giggs, Ronaldo and occasionally Rooney to wide positions. However, with the loss of a second striker to come assist the wingers in their normal short work, the wingers were suddenly expected to do so much more work in attacking situations, more running, more pressing, more positional flexibility and more end product. This shift effectively ended Giggs career as a flying winger (despite certain late bursts of form) and curtailed Fletcher’s attacking role in United’s team. Ronaldo though, thrived, effectively doubling his goal and assists in that first year and powered United back into Premier League contention.

A real turning point I remember came in 2006/07, a match which elevated United from promising challengers to champions, a crowd trouble marred Champions League tie with Roma. Julio Spalletti, that bald tactical genius in charge of one of the most experimental and influential teams of recent times had the Romans playing a 4-6 formation. A clear attempt to completely dominate position in midfield and break forward with the linchpin being the enigmatic Totti in that “false nine” role. In the first leg, the strategy worked well for Roma, winning 2-1. In the second leg, Ferguson threw caution to the wind, choosing to step away from his normally cautious European team selection and fully employing the team that had become the most feared in the premier league. A fluid attack of Smith, Rooney and Ronaldo, switching positions and wings, contributing goals, creating space for midfielders and fullbacks to expose destroyed the progressive Romans 7-1 at Old Trafford. It utilised the shift to 3 in midfield not to dominate midfield but instead to enable the attacking winners to worry less about defending and more about exploiting the space between Roma’s overpowering midfield and defence. United continued with this tactic of fluid attack, without the focus on a clearly defined centre forward but instead focusing on space for the remainder of the tournament, eventually losing to an AC Milan in which Kaka ran wild. United proceeded to utilise these tactics for the proceeding 2 seasons, winning two further league titles, winning a Champions League and reaching another Champions League final (with John O’Shea in defence) until Ronaldo finally departed for Madrid.

We have had 6 different league champions (and likely a seventh this year), many with great players, sometimes playing exceptional football, but I do not believe that we have not had a proper good premier league Champion since. No team has shifted the focus, changed the way the teams play and therefore the way teams react and truly dominated the league. While I am absolutely loving this season, the romance of Leicester or even Spurs’ seasons and the hilarity of all of big sides being completely banjaxed right as you think they have their stuff together. I have concerns – the drama is great, the experience is great, but is the quality there?  I don’t think so.

[royaldragonscribe]

Ethics in Ethnic Reps: The Media

An essay I wrote concerning the issue of ethnic representation in the media.

In today's society, the prevalence of social media has become an unlikely weapon. Everyone, from celebrities to businesses, makes good use of the internet. Whether it's to present their product, protect their image, or to publish assignments for class, social media is quickly becoming incredibly pervasive. This of course gives voice to those who hadn't had one before, as well as a megaphone to those who have had one all along. Thus, sentiments like “SJWs are ruining everything good and fun for everyone!” or “They're always getting hurt over little things, like how the upcoming movies Ghost in the Shell and The Great Wall feature a white actor/actress as lead; don't they know that it's just a movie?!” are everywhere. Discourse is effectively killed off as a result, because both sides react instantaneously to slights such as these, instead of thinking of rational arguments that inform rather than insult. As a Filipino American, things like this have always confused me. Perhaps it's because of the life I've been raised in, one where religion was a huge component, that I didn't realize that there was an issue at all. Yet as I've gone through high school and college, I've come to the conclusion that this issue – ethnic representation – is a much bigger deal than a lot of people probably realize. In fact, ethnic representation is painfully apparent in movies and television shows, and present an ethical issue of representation and its importance in today's society. 

Going back to one of the statements above, one prominent area where this issue reigns is movies. A quick Google search says that on average, Hollywood releases around 600 movies a year. Logically, this number should allow for many opportunities for directors to make movies that star ethnic minorities. Yet according to a study that NPR did in 2015, only 17% of films featured a nonwhite lead in 2013. In a nation where 40% of the population are people of color, this number is abysmally low. The article even goes on to state that diversity sells, and it does so consistently. However, it acknowledges that the high risk nature of the industry presents a barrier. With variables such as high budgets (some even in the hundreds of millions) as well as a very white executive demographic contributes to the “whitewashing” of these movies. This is an alarming trend in the movie industry, one that dates back to the early days of Hollywood. White actors often resorted to offensive portrayals of minorities, such as blackface, and were even praised for these representations. One such instance that the article references was Warner Oland's portrayal of Chinese comic book detective Charlie Chan in 1931. A quote that the article presents is that Oland would have “few drinks to make his speech more halting and to put a grin on his face — like the perpetually congenial Chinese sleuth.” Back then, performances like these were appreciated for the representation alone, as shown by Oland's warm welcome in Shanghai. Thankfully for minorities everywhere, these “artistic decisions” began to meet more and more criticism in the 60s, when roles like Mickey Rooney's depiction of I.Y.Yunioshi received more outrage. One reason why this attitude finally began to perpetuate then, and even now, is because there are more ethnic stars that are perfect for some of these roles. Another reason is that Hollywood began covering stories that star a minority, but will cast a white actor or actress in the colored person's role. What's worse, some movies (such as The Lone Ranger starring Johnny Depp) will change an actor or actress's appearance to better fit the role, resulting in a type of caricature. Finally, a large reason that the article cites, is that Hollywood wrongfully assumes that white actors will have the widest appeal. This reason is why the new movie The Great Wall that was mentioned earlier, which stars Matt Damon in ancient China (side note, this could not earn more derision from me even if it tried). The director, Zhang Yimou, has stated before that this was a deliberate move on his part, to allow more people to gain an interest in his movie. After all, the rest of the cast is entirely Asian, and Damon's role is even explained in the movie itself. However, it's this assumption that an Asian lead wouldn't gain as much acclaim that's problematic; it sends a message to Asians everywhere that we're not interesting enough to be the lead, but good enough to be side characters in a movie about Asians. The same goes for movies like Stonewall and The Help, where the minorities are relegated to side roles, or misrepresented. Thankfully, the article from NPR lists a solution: the power of the audience. If enough people talk, things change. That's why whitewashing has now become a hot topic on social media, and why movies are even considering the implications that the castings they make will have. If people continue to protest movies like The Great Wall or Aloha, Hollywood will continue to improve their representation of minorities. People should also take to social media, where their opinions have the most viewership. Only if people make their voices heard will change come.

That's exactly what television has done in recent years, to the delight of viewers everywhere. According to the NPR report, the inclusion of minorities has proven to be a gold mine. Shows like Scandal and Jane the Virgin have enjoyed smashing success, and this has provided a model for other shows to follow suit. Now shows like Fresh off the Boat and Blackish have gained momentum, and other shows even saturate their casts with more minorities. According to Ana-Christine Ramon of the NPR article, viewers have an incredible power on social media, especially on Twitter. However, despite how progressive television has been in representation, another seemingly opposite problem has appeared: an over saturation of minorities. So far, this essay has covered the lack thereof; would this not then be a good thing? Actually, no. This can lead to a perpetuation of stereotypes, and is best represented in sports. For example, basketball is normally seen as a “black person” sport. Media often supports this supposition, what with nearly every famous player being black. However, according to an article by the Center for American Progress, in 2013, there were only 1200 professional black athletes. The NFL too contributes to the stereotype. Cornerback (defensive) and wide receiver (catcher) were the roles that African Americans dominated in 2014, while Quarterback (playmaker) and Center (essentially a bodyguard for the QB) were mostly Caucasian. It's thanks to these statistics that the stereotype that assumes that black people can run have become so widespread. Another study from the LA84 Foundation takes a look on other racial representations as well, and notes that Asian representations are often exaggerated. One quote from the article described a weightlifting competition as the following: “The serenity, the calm, that is the East. The mystique of the Orient with its mysterious inner strength. That strength today transformed into the brutal power of Olympic weightlifting, where Asian strong men dominate the bantamweight division”. This kind of description is almost never used for African American athletes. Additionally, both Asians and Hispanic athletes undergo more physical scrutiny. In the study, half of Asian athletes, and 55% of Hispanic athletes were described in physical terms; a mere 25% of black athletes and 29% of white athletes had the same treatment. This sort of behavior is enormously discouraging. According to the article, Asians were described with negative words, such as “slight”, “bowed”, and “overdeveloped”. These sort of observations have an obvious effect, with the article even suggesting that the machine-like representation of Asian athletes might even be adversarial. As an Asian athlete myself, these sorts of misconceptions can discourage anyone, leading to mental health issues concerning image. It can also present itself as a barrier for any aspiring Asian athletes, especially if they are not “normal” by social standards. However, the “fix” for such behaviors is not a “same” portrayal for all races; the article itself says that “non-prejudicial representation in sport media does not mean hiding cultural differences behind contrived sameness”. It acknowledges that the racial representation enriches the industry; the solution then is that more commentators be different races, and that producers of the show stop presenting sports as a mostly black and white affair. As with movies, audiences can change the face of television by participating in discussions about ethnic representation online.

Screens everywhere have a large role in ethnic representation, whether it be the big screens and movies, or television with shows and sports. The ethics of this issue apply to both a lack of minorities, as well as a high saturation of them, but the common denominator between the two is that they both are largely affected by social media. This has proven itself time and time again, from people rallying together to protest watching whitewashed movies to viewers voting to see more representation in television shows. Social media is again, a powerful weapon for everyone, but it must be used to have any effect. Change starts with us as viewers; we have to start the conversation with as many people as possible, explain to them why this so problematic for minorities everywhere. As with any controversy, expect a lot of backlash, name-calling, and differing opinions. Yet with every one of these, it's one more person forced to see the issue, who will talk about it to more people. It's through discussion on the wide web that these producers will hear the voices of the underrepresented, as well as those who were misrepresented. Time has proven this, and will continue to do so, as long as there are people willing to champion the change.