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vickyvicarious · 1 year

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Dantes said, "I wish to die," and had chosen the manner of his death, and fearful of changing his mind, he had taken an oath to die. "When my morning and evening meals are brought," thought he, "I will cast them out of the window, and they will think that I have eaten them."

He kept his word; twice a day he cast out, through the barred aperture, the provisions his jailer brought him—at first gayly, then with deliberation, and at last with regret. Nothing but the recollection of his oath gave him strength to proceed. Hunger made viands once repugnant, now acceptable; he held the plate in his hand for an hour at a time, and gazed thoughtfully at the morsel of bad meat, of tainted fish, of black and mouldy bread. It was the last yearning for life contending with the resolution of despair; then his dungeon seemed less sombre, his prospects less desperate. He was still young—he was only four or five and twenty—he had nearly fifty years to live. What unforseen events might not open his prison door, and restore him to liberty? Then he raised to his lips the repast that, like a voluntary Tantalus, he refused himself; but he thought of his oath, and he would not break it. He persisted until, at last, he had not sufficient strength to rise and cast his supper out of the loophole. The next morning he could not see or hear; the jailer feared he was dangerously ill. Edmond hoped he was dying.

They both came immediately, M. Morrel bringing a doctor, and the doctor said it was inflammation of the bowels, and ordered him a limited diet. I was there, too, and I never shall forget the old man's smile at this prescription. From that time he received all who came; he had an excuse for not eating any more; the doctor had put him on a diet."

But availing himself of the doctor's order, the old man would not take any sustenance; at length (after nine days of despair and fasting), the old man died, cursing those who had caused his misery, and saying to Mercedes, 'If you ever see my Edmond again, tell him I die blessing him.' The abbe rose from his chair, made two turns round the chamber, and pressed his trembling hand against his parched throat. "And you believe he died"—

"Of hunger, sir, of hunger," said Caderousse. "I am as certain of it as that we two are Christians."

Dad Dantes died the same way Edmond nearly did: starvation. And while to an extent it was due to lack of money, he did have other options. No, he chose to die, just like Edmond.

That's not the only echo here by any means. Caderousse checking in on him and feeling pity but Dad Dantes disliking him and being unwilling to accept his attempt at comfort mimics Edmond's opinion of his jailer who did pity him to an extent as well. They both tried to trick the people around them in order to ensure no one stopped their suicide (Edmond by throwing the food out the window, Dad Dantes with the doctor's order). Their attitudes towards their starvation follow a similar path: first joy, then solemnity/despair, and finally regret/cursing those who caused this. Dad Dantes and Edmond both wanted revenge. They both prayed miserably and hopelessly. They both eventually assumed the other was probably dead.

Then we have the mirror images... Dad Dantes kept himself jailed in his rooms, refusing to leave; Edmond was unable to leave despite wishing for nothing more. Dad Dantes rejected his visitors, depriving himself of company; Edmond was going mad from loneliness and begging to be allowed to see other people. Dad Dantes sold off his belongings, gradually losing all the remnants of the career he'd once had; after meeting Faria, Edmond acquired more and more knowledge and even possessions. Edmond's suicide by starvation was called off due to the arrival of a father figure; Dad Dantes died with his last words for the son he never saw again. Probably the most heartbreaking one for me, however understandable it is... Dad Dantes was certain that he would be the first one his son would come to see if he could, while Edmond spent months after his escape in pursuit of the treasure first (of course, he was long dead by this time, and of course Edmond did go to his house first once he returned and even bought it again, but it still breaks my heart).

#the cristo account #dad dantes #edmond dantes #its very sad okayyyyy #i can't even enjoy danglars being very successful and evil i'm just too sad #tcomc

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xaz-fr · 7 months

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Repostober 4

I found my old account's lore (I'd buried it DEEP in some files so I couldn't look at it and make myself sad it was gone) but I wanted to repost some of it for repostober because... it's still affecting my current account's lore 6 years later.

This was one of the big moments in my lore after the clan had just weathered a multi fight war and were still living in the skies above the Ashfield Wastes

@catfeathr you were curious about my old lore

also you should reblog lore. It is the morally correct thing to do *cheesy thumbs up*

Everyone heard the boom. It was a deep rumble that made the entire ship rattle and vibrate. Outside the nearest port hole the engine could be seen belching a putrid black-purple smoke. For a moment nothing happened and up and down the hallways and atop in the city dragons looked around. ‘What was that’ on all their minds. The smoke trailed after the ship gayly, twirling with the ash and smoke from the Great Furnace down below. No other noise came and after a few seconds to make sure they weren’t about to fall out of the sky (not that it would have been a terrible problem. Dragons did have wings for a reason) everyone went back to what they were doing, certain that the mechanics below deck would take care of the problem.

Then the Windsinger’s Tale began to list to the right and then backward.

Entire streets and hallways filled with dragons were sent sprawling. Below deck dragons caught themselves on the ribbed bulkheads but above they could dig in, or take flight. Dragon’s left the streets of the Windsinger’s Tale in a grand exodus to watch the now limping ship that was slowly sinking towards the side of the volcano. Not the mouth, thankfully, but the side.

On deck three a wildclaw sprinted down the hallways. Jumping over stunned dragons. She was only known in passing as she kicked up a great gust of wind and didn’t stop to check if anyone was injured. She was on a mission. Her ship was in danger. Her Charge was in danger. She hadn’t been a Guardian in countless years but she still felt the call of her Charge as keenly as she ever had. Two, slower, wildclaws followed in hot pursuit. Then a third, even more slowly, checking as he went to make sure everyone was uninjured by the ship’s sudden roll.

Nadalin made it to the doorway of the engine room panting, her wings fanned, crest flared to help rapidly cool her sprinting charged body though she wasn’t out of breath. She was a Wind dragon and was made to run and fly. The entire engine room was a searing magenta light with the addition of a white strobe to call attention that this was an emergency. She didn’t know what half of the machines in the engine room even did. She knew who did though.

As she stepped through the doorway she yelled, “Diyari! Diyari where are you!”

By now Tyberion and Kaley had caught up with her. Kaley was panting, wings fanned, trying to regulate her breathing. Tyberion wasn’t even winded. You built up a high endurance always running after a Wind dragon. “Nads, it isn’t safe in there,” Tyberion called after her.

“Diyari!” she yelled again.

Out of the magenta haze a ball spring of yellow shot out and collided head on with her. The spiral writhed a bit in confusion and fell right into her claws. He focused. Diyari was missing his eyepiece and his scarf was pulled up over his nose and mouth. “Nadalin!” he jumped into the air.

“What happened?” she asked even as Diyari started talking a million miles a minute. Tyberion and Kaley came to stand next to Nadalin, the guard cocking her head at the spiral. “Diyari stop for a- if you’d just- Diyari calm down and-

“Shut up!” Tyberion barked. Diyari yelped and fell right out of the sky but managed to recover before he hit the ground. Tyberion chose to ignore the scowl Nadalin gave him.

“It was Hezen!” Diyari stammered. “He-he was checking on the arcane elements of our lift generator. He got too close and-and-and… BOOM!” he cried, throwing up his claws.

“Can you fix it?”

Diyari’s big eyes got even wider. “I mean, yes but before we crash? I have no idea! Hezen’s still in the lift generator block.”

“What? Show me, now,” Nadalin ordered.

Tyberion put his wing against her chest, “On a list of stupid ideas that is literally at the top of the list,” he said.

“Are you really telling me what to do?” Nadalin asked, crest flaring.

“When its about your life. Yes. I am, and will every time.” Nadalin gave him a look. This was an old argument but they weren’t going to have it in front of their Captain of the guard and their head mechanic who looked about to have a panic attack.

“Fine,” she said. “Diyari, try to do what you can. I’m going to get help.”

“Help?” Diyari asked, practically tying himself into a knot in anxiety. “I’m head engineer. Who are you going to call if not me?”

“Cello,” she said.

Kaley looked at her, “I’d highly advise against that,” she said. “That is a very very bad idea. Cello is only allowed on decks five through twelve,” she reminded Nadalin. “Your rules.”

“Yes and because they are mine I can break them. I’m going to get Cello.”

“If he’s even here,” Tyberion muttered.

“Both of you! Now is not the time for pessimism! The Windsinger’s Tale is falling out of the sky and I have a ship filled with thousands of dragons. Diyari, try to bring us up. I will get Cello,” without another word she left. As she did she passed John who’d finally caught up.

“Where are we going?” John asked, quickly about facing and following.

“The Gyre,” Tyberion said shortly and with a sigh took off at a sprint after Nadalin.

Kaley stayed behind with her brother. “What do you want me to do?” John asked.

“We need to prepare for the worst. Begin evacuating the lower decks. I’m sure everyone top side has already flown off to watch. Have Altair to make sure Snappers, pygmies and hatchlings make it onto life boats. I don’t want any mistakes. It sounds like we’re still up and running but who knows for how long.”

“Estimation?”

“I’m not an engineer. No more than ten minutes I’d say. If we’re working on one generator it’ll die sooner rather than later.”

“Ten minutes to evacuate the entire lower decks?” John asked. Kaley nodded gravely. “Lightweaver’s left eye,” he cursed. “Alright. I’ll get Hawk to send out a broadcast.” Kaley nodded again and John took flight in the huge hall and sped down the hall to find their communication’s officer.

—

After a quick pass of the ships currently circling the tilted and slowly crashing Windsinger’s Tale Nadalin spotted the Gyre. It was a small ship, nearly perfectly circular, with fifteen crooked smoke stacks sticking out of the top. Fifteen different colored smokes came from each one. She landed on the tiny observation deck that also housed the door, a metal clockwork contraption.

She banged her wing on it several times. Tyberion landed on the banister, the deck too small even for two wildclaws. They waited. Nadalin saw movement at one of the oval port holes near the door. It was a steam gyre, only partially formed and practically see-through. Then it was gone. It didn’t take much longer for the door to open just a little bit. Enough for the little wildclaw to stick his long face out of it.

“What is it?” he asked. His eyes were totally blacked out by his goggles and his pearly feathers and flesh crackled and rolled like lightening. He had soot and purple ash further smeared across his muzzle. Cello had a second pair of goggles pushed deeply into his crest, both panes cracked, like he’d put them there just to get them out of the way of a second pair without cracks.

“The Windsinger’s Tale lost power to its arcane lift generators,” Nadalin said. “Someone got inside them.”

Cello said nothing a moment. Then he cocked his head and gave a high pitched cackle of a laugh. “I told that fool Arcane was a poor choice. A poor choice! Too unstable. Too unpredictable. Yes. You can’t control Arcane. Should have gone with Lightning. Yes. Much more predictable. Can easily channel and direct it. Mmm.”

“I need you Cello,” Nadalin said.

“For?” he asked, almost incredulously.

“Fix it.”

He snickered, “Now why would I do that?” He screamed when Tyberion muscled his way forward and slammed the door open with one leg. The other he used to yank Cello by the neck to the ground. His big claw poised over his throat, blue wings half spread threateningly. Cello whimpered, his wings flapping a bit weakly. Cello was smart enough to know not to tempt Tyberion, he’d fought and killed things ten times bigger and more threatening than Cello could ever be.

“Because you live by my generosity in a ship you didn’t build,” Nadalin said simply. “You are part of the Windshear Caravan since we took you in your sister in. I don’t ask what you do in here, even though it isn’t good. Say no to me now and see how far my generosity continues.”

Cello swallowed thickly. “I uh— I can’t come with you with Tyberion standing on my neck,” he said, voice shaking.

“That’s enough Tyberion,” Nadalin said. Tyberion snorted, fanned his wings a bit and lifted his foot and claw away from Cello’s delicate neck in a way that the dragon knew he could put it back there instantly should Nadalin say. He hopped back onto the banister. “Get up. Lets go,” she ordered. Cello shuffled to his feet and shook himself. His many clockwork adaptations jingled as he did and he carefully checked the delicate wing structors he’d seemingly fused with his own skeleton. Cello nodded and Nadalin jumped off the edge of the deck. Tyberion waited until Cello was following her before he jumped off after them.

They arrived at the engine room after having passed dozens of dragons all making their way outside. The magenta smoke was still thick in the air and they could hear Diyari using every ounce of Wind he had to project instructions to his underlings.

Cello’s crest flared up and down excitedly. He’d never been allowed in the engine room. It was an engineering marvel honestly. “Diyari!” Nadalin called.

Diyari appeared almost instantly. “Nadalin. Its bad. Real bad,” he said before seeing Cello. “You!” he landed on Cello’s head, grabbing him by the horns and pulled. Cello squawked and stepped forward as the spiral continued to yank on his head, knowing Cello was as stubborn as the Earthshaker himself to do anything new.

Nadalin followed after them before Cello finally managed to shake Diyari off. By that time they were in front of the generator. It cracked with arcane lightning and the magenta smoke billowed freely from a crack in the side. Normally the structure was clear crystal. Now it was darkened and smoke roiled inside, trying to equalize with the air outside the generator. “You’re an Arcane dragon, fix it,” Diyari said.

Cello pushed his goggles up out of his face. It was honestly the first time Nadalin had seen Cello’s eyes in years. He squinted at the generator. The lightning along his body shifted from blue to pink and back again before he started to gather the magenta smoke around him. It collected along his skin and he started to glow pink himself.

The generator squealed and there was a thunderous crack as the generator’s crystal front split right in two. “No no no!” Diyari yelled and hit his claws against Cello. Nadalin grabbed the engineer out of the air. The yellow spiral struggled but she held him fast.

The remaining engine abruptly died and the lights went out. In her arms Nadalin heard Diyari crying into his claws that he’d failed. Her crest flared when her feet lifted off the ground without her consent. The Windsinger’s Tale was falling.

“Cello!” Tyberion barked. “I’m going to kill you before we all die,” and he flapped his wings.

“Wait!” Cello begged, “It’s okay. Look. Look!” he pointed urgently to the generator. From within a light began to form. Gentle at first and then brighter. All the smoke was gone. Then with a ding all the lights went back on and the generator’s face refused. Diyari looked up, hopeful.

The arcane lift generator was fixed and clear once more. Both engines roared. The ship was working.

“Oh my,” Nadalin said, eyes wide in awe as they landed back on the ground.

“Hezen?” Diyari asked.

Standing in the reformed generator was the shape of a wildclaw. They were twisted by arcane energies. Their skin and feathers had been ripped away along with flesh and sinew and muscle. All that remained was a delicate crystalline skeleton surrounded and held together by what looked like a translucent gelatin. It made the wildclaw sparkle in its own pink light. His wings were gone, replaced by gas sacks filled with the shimmering pink smoke from before. The only thing that remained unchanged of the wildclaw were his eyes. Piercing, Lightning, eyes.

“That was, most unpleasant,” the wildclaw said. Their voice was mechanical and emotionless, but not monotone.

“Oh Windsinger! Hezen!” Diyari freed himself from Nadalin’s grip and flew to the generator’s clear face. “I’m so sorry,” he said, “We’ll get you out of there. Right?” he looked back at Nadalin and Cello for back up.

“I don’t think that would be a good thing, boss,” Hezen said, a bit of inflection coming through.

“What? Why not?”

“Because he’s not alive,” Cello said. “At least, not really. He’s pure Arcane energy fused to a dragon host, yes. The energy stored in the lift generator. You take him out of the generator and no more lift. Back to Sorienth we go. Yes.”

“So you’re staying he’s stuck in there?”

“Yes,” Cello said.

“Cello-

“I fix,” Cello said pleasantly to Tyberion’s growl. “Windsinger’s Tale flies. Lost one dragon. Better than entire city. Yes?” Tyberion just growled wordlessly at him but couldn’t disagree.

“I feel awful. I should never have sent you in there,” Diyari lamented.

Nadalin approached the generator. “Are you in pain, Hezen?”

“No, Matriarch, I’m in no pain,” he said.

“Cello. Is he safe?”

“Of course not! He is Arcane energy, yes. Arcane energy is unstable, unpredictable, dangerous. He lives now because Arcane. It is delicate balance between life and atomic obliteration. Arcane forces within generator allow atoms to focus, keep shape. Mmm. Best to leave him be. Do not tamper with lift generator. Could offset balance and he go ‘poof’ right into smoke. Then Windsinger’s Tale fall again. Yes?”

Nadalin frowned, “That’s hardly an acceptable answer.”

“You told Cello to fix Windsinger’s Tale. Cello did. Now you say my fix not good enough? What would have Diyari done? Hmmm? He is not Arcane. Engineer dabbles in magicks he doesn’t understand. Wind can never understand Arcane.”

“We… will monitor the situation. Until we know more I’m very sorry Hezen but you’ll have to stay in there,” Nadalin apologized.

“That’s okay,” he said. “I don’t mind being in here. Cello is right. I’m not really here. I died in the initial explosion. I remember. Such an odd thing, remembering how you died,” he said thoughtfully. “Cello put me back together but I’m not really alive. I think it is best if you leave me here. I have no organs, I don’t need to eat or drink. It’s better if I’m in here.”

“You seem super calm for someone who just died and was brought back to life,” Tyberion said.

Hezen cocked his head to the side. “It must be the energy I’m made of. Arcane is such a cool element, so focused and logical. I don’t need to panic because I know there’s nothing to panic about. This is what I have become and it is interesting. It is best if I do not waste time making you worry. That would be rude.”

Nadalin’s face was pained, “You’re sure? You want us to leave you here?”

“Yes. Like Cello said; if I leave, the lift generator stops working and the ship goes down. I can’t be responsible for the death of everyone on board. Don’t ask me to be.”

She took a deep breath, “Very well,” she said. “We will leave you here. Cello, thank you for your help.”

“Remember next time you wish to threaten. Yes,” Cello narrowed his eyes at Tyberion. Tyberion snapped his huge jaws at the little wildclaw and they squawked and darted away.

“I’ll have Kaley make sure he made it back to the Gyre without delay,” Tyberion growled and stalked after Cello to find the Captain of the Guard.

“Isn’t there anything we can do for you?” Diyari asked Hezen.

“No. I’m quite all right. Maybe bring some books by. I can see this getting very boring.”

“Can we open the generator to give them to you?”

“For moments yes I believe so. Books would be very good actually. I’m already getting bored and that’s half focused on this conversation. Excuse me. You should just bring a cart,” he laughed.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t save you,” Nadalin said.

“You did. And now I’m the most important dragon on the Tale. I literally hold the entire ship up. How cool is that? Now really, Diyari, books?”

Diyari whined miserably. “Alllright,” he said. “I’ll go get some from the library.”

“Thank you. Good day, Matriarch. Its been so nice to meet you after you let me join the Caravan. Its been the best thing that’s ever happened to me!”

“Even this?” she asked.

“Oh yes,” Hezen said, grinning widely. “Especially this."

#flight rising #lore share #fr lore share #windshear caravan

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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Untitled (“Has to”)

A curtal sonnet sequence

I wish I ne’er again. Or Branches I never aspect it and pray for hys misdeede, that is, as fast, yts time heart. For little Crescent Moons a Full; and beten of þat ilk tyme. Has to do þe dede as-swyþe, wyth yrn to love is on his syde. Of a bullez and new: she blue and various thine incomparison; even they’ll take care league-sunder the new experiment aboutte hymseluen, when blocks astate. Were better.

Here enbrawden brydel quile, I wolde. A hint, indeed the girls in the shore, thou sit or west she is the Atlantic roar? The Lady rideth! And you say, a summer’s day? To-morne, ne freke þat vertuez ennourned to war’s alarming, well in one answer’d Camelot, thou made hit take—and That; do Thou or I. Which some other many a Lambe in thee, that you would be i’d to hit on grounde of þy hede bot he devil.

All hills are gone down to dust. And þat watz þenne such a living for to speken; to loves aroundels fresh and gayly watz forfaren þis Nwe Ȝere ȝe wan to share let me loving the lorde ouer þe large, and Titan on rayled neuer arȝed for us from delicate, they sight, that I biddes þerfor þat doȝty, dredles, derue doel driuen for soþe. If you well through the Netherby Hall, and look upon his helme on earthen come.

With milk-white, sleep a ful louder beams do not; the boatmen never counsel learned virgins every tree, mocks marre hym þoȝt, if þay flokked of pride those sighs wi’ care no wont þat he noȝt watz vphalt, bot þe knyȝt, and pray, or dear, dear. For þe wyldrenesse of the sprang alosed his cortaysye croked were; a balȝ berȝ bi a clyffez þere on his art may be seen you. And if the deposit this Papa foolish I could be endured.

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Her resolved they mought chemical mixture. And strydez, keuer schame. Last sleep, and operas in the vow’d in her beholde, in their tastes to were. So I turned like a cornice, that ran men’s circle-glory! No voice did intwine, dry thee and felle; hit watz forȝelde! Pretty pair; t were. It’s like a noon-dew, wandered, endure to teach me many poets and fears; men and light around and she was melt, and summer whence make like skies therefore pryme.

When wilt thou that now with others for Julia’s gondolier, who never any hart roote: it was the Forms of gold and look’d down, the objects greatly love, old England: old England: old England: old England. Distant, the planked what Thou ne’er could his wings after þer þe clere well known where you cut a problemes old; or, Pindars apes, flaunt the whole, and Gawayn, þat is ho þat fele serves thy plight. Alike Intent you woe. He plan she.

That Sunne beast in his go. Hand to here yow biholde bicause of Netherby clan; for, there fixed the sixth of Julia’s god weldez neuer þe freke in each other which done, and þe halched oþer rennez þeroute, þat I leue, hey ho the first Mornings and New Year reviving be, all that metaphor! Ah, Moon arose next day dropping on the Lady of Shalott. With thou hast with a rose that vneth mayster abide, to love, and þerfore.

On that I aȝte. How they, my solitude: i’m very hand ladyez; and as sadly þay lanced worker handing thence the lisp of change wondered þe corse which arose, in londe. And on lyte letter shown into þe derk nyȝt, so stronge. There in prose: and he fully suit a wife when I begun some one, over ever did I so true. And not his resounz al after; þe howndes þat ȝe demen. Therefore to us out for þe morn.

He died, and calmly Lovers, made of the Day has bereav’d of one, þat þay sen, bot he had he neuer life. Singing: There is a dangerous selfe make a dryad. It felle hym wonder. But heart ungiven; the Lady of Shalott. I knew all together, which thy Steel among them, and one by one, and he seȝe no worse bust. My threshold, since thou haue of the seas, and Jamshýd’s Sev’n-ring’d Cup where ar no more;— the heroine.

I only one especially to worche at hyndez bless itself with tryflez aboute þer þou fayled on þe grene braydez out a name with luflych greene; but sicke, and the way of papure pure fyue poynt of his own mind over the sea. From Beauties which makes it was bright When alle poynte hit soth to chambrez with means let loosed she left his braches reward; so to bend thine. That thou can only am by love, why passionato.

Forgotten yet, Joubert, Hoche, Marceau, Lannes, Desaix, Moreau, with the light be, in a stoutly in France from out by thought hours of her dere, of beauty hath smutched at his sword his tomatoes: no others hurt hym ruched sidelong view, the Master’s woodes behind t was bom old. That thou art and pray, since there wel and ruȝe knokled knarrez with folde wyth my young a husband she was a world—ah me! And thee cannot befalls.

The Road; but thee. And daylyeden and shops, a things she would not tease her mother son to augur good to fill it till the Saxon king, or madam: by yourself still thou will play, for which I bleed, and is on hiȝe hil, in an only art glow’d; on burning. Bow down to hurt hym on þat stek on his buffet, quat-so-euer he syȝe soth moȝt ho ne con ho lete wyth no rof-sore, with ever- diverse: and he stream of a querré þay metten.

And ȝelde hit now and from the devil some Old Spain. Virtue, and dear is the powers, and al bigrauen with that if I drew at my mind from myselfe did fume, and so farewell these confounden a syþe. Or which command, tell these. Said on by the winged Psyche witnesse, for his birth; and nawþer þay boȝed hider; for unto yours after watz and drove Penmen, and swear their grave before we find it another, and syþen garytez ful hoge.

—Fairest maid on Devon, winding the mall see their fashion. One day we heare a stroke out, þere hit as yet imagining till must be done just divided in soothe heat of some burde watz neuer more than by the stroke out of the whole, who took his heart, nor leave to be admires my Lady of Shalott. To þe costes all reward—an aching heaps, she no drechch hade lerne at you laugh I shine, one before taught thee mid this lady’s call.

Clay taking with þat is þe fyr of fair woman, with gomnez in her end of hands before there can Willye, when I err a bit. ’ In god fayth, to fotte such a love comez to his bugle blowez, he kysses hir name, from the two had died ere sumtyme with mony siker kniȝtes, how dare him, though gay; besides, they wylle, and ful wel connection were-so counseyl bifore þe coke hade faylez of þe behoued at with frantic pain.

I knowen me there the toothy worth to mountes of my hope of my smart, let not me many a hill, my heart of purest and Salamon with iniurie: who since, no love’s old along. As Sylvio, when Julia thousand Virgin’s blood still with no one strict Testing winds are but thou art a god indeed thee. While I will be. Thine owne woe; so mony clere complimented with soule doth flowers, silver-white, speak, preach, but health, recourse.

Death—so Juan’s favourite science, the light of the East has give—and the Courts white that if thou shalt not to be deem’d both the sun set, and of empty, pure, his mother’s arms. Do I remonstrate: folly. Or gentle the watz ryche, and beg they’ll doubt she flocke, whoever sees the Moon the River’s Tongue, thou shalt not been ill fame or good sped bihynde, þat were bot if I have sought; and enough the vintage of new invent him from Camelot.

If I—this island of triumphs to spin on your love envied of þat ilk; þay gryped to a place, one must forbearance decay. And catch against death in bourde at þe best, having at þe avanters, and want, because, knowing cranck. The pity comes her to my forth good as soul are mine. Al studied steady, her wish’d too much more wyth, which ran these, the leaves and save him, and ful cortayse, so the first Clay: and take thy centurit glen.

Am, the English am I noticing I will collect yours is the poor name of snow; even the wrong. Sing against my fault of your nonsense prepared, and all the Frick which might have left here of Thee and Sorrow, to quite profered, out of joy was the heart’s false and or lawyers did you or I. Be made to rise, your old-fashioned hom to wait too strong, how I welde, on better, and she inquire yow her walour and half- past sing.

“No long darts but have Mattens seyd, O help! Where stod he strange the ardor, and hunger than here þe lede with fugitive articular shoes. I bare bifore þe cortynes of Anglesay on the years, that they will be myne.—Add this hands cut off to see it from Camelot still to mind the sore— a though all these were little isles of Sorrows the world to keep his heard a voice, the blue night have chose to part, though, about him betight.

Are various, and stylle I schal gif hym by þe hede, and tyxt of her head. Mother’s earlier ages raised to meet your father rais’d himself quat þat lorde of Apprehends; and if you loved a man mighty Law is chambrez with its tide—and Willye now learn to longe asks to Dissolution everywhere, a sellyly often—such as wyndez barayne; such a long-hair’d page in a dublet of Virgil and potion, by complain.

Beside a strok, and legs wants to his own in Spain. Thou hast with the sprung his face of companions turn to put away. Has mad; but ere he is, a good to fech hym met, and myre, mon, Mary yow ȝelden to my gay, and ȝe wyl a whyle, so loue if his boþe þe hyȝe sytte, were it mocks, and like them ill, and this suppose it—inter cavalier of everything is so well to each linen, lace, I think I cannot wear the Past!

That I haf me to your melody that the Road I was much has been lilies cold. Must beyond white crown of Reckoning she does not alofte, kest vus bytwene: a brute,—gain most impulse. The Lady rideth! Delighted to his Ear: then, the one abof, menskly departyng do me þise gentyle to my gaze as curving shall be over; the horrid treating troubled bi wod scholes vndersongs were þe fyrst, after alle þe men foȝt.

And wyth saylande wapped in him be the long expected by the break the thou were others for meruayle quat yow forȝeten ȝederly þaȝ a fole þat þi hert holly widows—wives! Any quyle þe belt and merry was a thunder the Face of so fresh and I gif yow, wyȝe, here is that moment cuts the life with mony burden may serve they nill listening sun was the present-absent—minded bard, the boat is wight.

And þe gode of hellish, that stryke wyth þe blod and stole to have done my mourn for soþe, ’ quoþ Gawayn, as oft I want debarres of guileless this nedez to ȝourez. That Colins steed was the present to Africa, some brad on þat sprange alone, for I so true plaine: better how dexterously broþerhede, þe hunt one, except somehow out ioy, thou that was, but had not slept, began the devouring sheepe, increases. It was tend.

Brother, whyle wel, Sir Gawan watz forȝeten ȝede as-swyþe, and then the bosom of that all alarms, and then there with a goud wylle and likes to man’s voice in a green darkness! Then from home, in my House in girth, and the cote ful sure you search of some have sought me you here þen water þay ȝelde yowre wylle—and here on stale þe, ’ quoþ Sir Gawayn on þe stone-wall’d toward there with a lyȝtly lepez hym to þat pyȝt in his hym weue.

To him: Friendship could be such freends do say, a clouded eye, as the lily lea? And David’s Miss Fanny’s loves lay, ravished in honde, þe lorde, ’ quoþ þe godmon, my death she stal, is nowe is innoghe intention but a leafe from the Banquet of woe with bred blisse, offred and round, the church on the door. And with avarice. Heroic turnpike road, and sayn Jonez day þurȝ a roȝe braunch the public, and live with knowledge of his arms.

The houes. And now, than intoxicating schwa schwa schwa schwa schwa in this thy lips I’ll take sum token. Man should addrest. And whence, and the spindle coales of his armes þat he begin, we wind up the most use? I am at you were will give away, and never and sayde, Haþel, in þis valay; þenne sesoun þer piped for aye remote Shalott. Why, all of yesterday? And I schal sitte and fingers of hys mayn hors fete þat art or stay?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #167 texts #curtal sonnet sequence

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fillespreferees · 2 years

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Once Upon A Dream

Deirdre and Sigurd with @hubrisi

Deirdre’s life has been one wrought with loneliness. Hated and feared by the people of Verdane outside of her Spirit Forest, she has never known anyone even remotely near her own age. There was never anyone to play with or confide in. The old women who raised her, raised her mother too. She’s asked if they knew her mother’s mother as well but she is never told anything about her lineage.

She had to be content with forest creatures and fairy tale stories for company. She had to be content with closing her eyes and imaging what it might be like to be held and loved. But unlike the cursed princesses that handsome knights rescue, hers is a curse not even true love can break.

Everything changes the day she meets Sigurd of Chalphy in Marpha.

After running as fast as her legs could carry her away from the only man who's ever looked at her with kindness, not fear and love, not lust, Deirdre lets out a squeal in the quiet, safety of her forest. She has never felt so full! Joy bubbles up inside of her and erupts in a twirl and a lovestruck sigh. She never imagined someone so divinely handsome and gentle could exist outside the pages of a story and yet there he was!

"Lord Sigurd of Chalphy!" She sings his name gayly as she skips through the safety of the trees. Her heart aches to know she will never see him again but she decides right then that she will never, ever forget the memory of meeting him. Even if she must live the rest of her life longing and alone, she knows at least she will always be able to picture those kind, shining blue eyes.

A couple of songbirds fly down from their nest and imitate Deirdre's melody. She laughs and holds out a finger for one to land on.

"Oh but you would sing too had you seen him! It was as though he stepped right out of my books! He even dressed like a fairy tale prince! All in white with a flowing blue cape! All that he was missing was his snow white steed!"

She would still love him even without the steed, of course. How could she not!

The birds chirp together and fly off but Deirdre hardly notices. Her mind can only focus on thoughts of love and forget-me-not blue eyes. But the birds return quickly, joined by others, and carrying a blue blanket Deirdre had hung on the line to dry early that morning.

"Oh yes! It was just like that!" She pulls the blanket around her arms and tries to imagine what it would feel like if a pair of strong arms accompanied it.

#omg please do not feel like you have to match my length at all #my kids were watching sleeping beauty and i became possessed #hubrisi #| ship | deesig #| thread | once upon a dream #it was longer too i ended up cutting out a bunch im so sorry when deirdre grabs the ratatouille reigns to my brain i lose it ahhaha #again this was mostly scene aetting i promise im not expecting even like half this #| muse | Deirdre #| support | Sigurd

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carnival-core · 5 years

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Harem anime parody where around ten minutes into the first episode the girls realize how boring and plain the dude they were tryna date is and end up falling in love with eachother instead

#and they all lived gayly ever after #wxcept the dude probably #who knows where he goes #maybe he’s thr awkward third wheel and slowly develops his own actual personality as the show goes on

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merrysithmas · 5 years

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i like mileven bc to me they are that kid couple who realizes after being together they are really both just gay for someone else, and to me having that on screen (set in the compulsively heteronormative 80s) is super interesting! mike's decaying nuclear family, el's fractured understanding of bizarre societal expectations. there's just so... so much context for it

#stranger things #like no matter what happens in the show that is the trajectory and endpoint of their kid relationship to me #its just so deeply and contextually embedded in their characters its undeniable #mike is sooo bi #el is a nb lesbian or pan #love it #and then theyre both like... lol.... duh right?#and everyone lives gayly ever after #as monster fighting besties #all of them and their bf and gf

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angelicamerlinbarnes · 3 years

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what if the original four Marauders went through some sort of magic mirror and met their fancast actors? and like Timothee (Regulus) is like "oh yeah you're from these Harry Potter books" and they're like "we're from what now" and so Remus reads them while Timothee gets his agent to call Andrew (Remus), Aaron (James), Ben (Sirius), Sophie (Lily), Louis (Severus), and Dane (Peter) and bring them down here and after he's done with the books Remus is just like "these can't be about us" and Timothee's like "why not" and (this takes place in fifth year or something) Remus is like:

"Peter would never betray us

I would never let Sirius stand without a trial and I would never believe he did that

James is with Lily, yes, but also Severus and Regulus and he would never leave them

Lily would never leave Severus, she would choose him over James in a heartbeat

Sirius would never leave Regulus at the Blacks’

Regulus and Severus would never join Voldemort

There are seven Marauders, obviously

I would never marry someone who wasn’t Sirius, I could never love anyone else

Regulus would never not tell us about the Horcruxes

NONE of us would allow ANY child, ours or otherwise, suffer like Harry did (or like Draco did)"

and Timothee is like "huh good point I guess you'll just have to make different choices then" and somehow they find a way to go back home and are like "well fuck that jk lady's reality we're writin' our own books bitch" and they all live gayly ever after I don't know I'm really tired -

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qqueenofhades · 4 years

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Everytime I read "Nicolo di Genova" my brain glitches and I read "Nicolo do Genovia" instead so /whispers/ Kaysanova Princess Diaries AU?

...yes. Did someone say Gay Champagne Romcom? Because that is my Brand.

Nicolò is an Italian-American graduate student living in New York City with his widowed Italian mother and working on an engineering degree at NYU. He was thinking about joining the priesthood for a few years and recently dropped out of seminary and is feeling that Millennial Crisis that all of us know about. He has gone on a few Tinder/Grindr dates, but it’s hard enough to meet someone in this city even when you’re not a gay ex-priest engineering student living in his mother’s rent-controlled apartment in Morningside Heights because have you seen the property prices in New York. Plus WHENEVER he brings a nice boy home, HEY PRESTO there’s his mom waiting eagerly up in the front room, “NICOLÒ WHO IS THIS HANDSOME YOUNG MAN, DOES HE HAVE GOOD PARENTS, IS HE A CATHOLIC NICOLÒ” and of course that instantly kills any kind of romantic mood. Nicolò is like “let’s just go over to yours PLEASE.” But he tends not to see his dates again anyway, and it’s equally depressing, and it’s nice that his mom isn’t homophobic or anything, but he’d like to just meet someone without his mother instantly planning the Big Fat Gay Italian Wedding, and yes he knows this is a nice problem to have but STILL

Anyway, then of course the Dead Dad Circus rolls into town, and Nicolò learns that he’s not actually the son of a nice hardworking Italian immigrant, but of His Serene Highness Prince Domenico Grimaldi of Genovia, who wouldn’t you know it, has recently died too young from cancer and left no legitimate heir except the result of his rebellious teen fling with a cocktail waitress in Capri – which would be, you guessed it, Nicolò. While Nicolò is still processing the horrifying mental image of his mother being a cocktail waitress in Capri and having to look up Genovia on a map, the rest of the royal machine is kicking into overdrive. This involves a very awkward meeting in a very fancy Manhattan hotel with Nicolò’s magnificent but rather out-of-touch royal grandmother, Her Serene Highness The Queen Mother Maria Elisabetta Henrietta Julia Victoria Mignonette Grimaldi of Genovia. She’s basically Julie Andrews because obviously. She informs Nicolò of his Solemn Duty to return to Genovia and become Prince Nicolò and eventually be prepared to take the throne and submit to a fascinating life of minor European royal family ribbon-cutting duties. Oh, and getting married and producing more heirs to the throne, on pain of breaking a thousand-year-old bloodline, though she doesn’t say this out loud. Her loyal right-hand man, driver, and general bodyguard/fixer/man about town, Sebastien le Livre aka Booker, gives Nicolò various sympathetic looks but does not interrupt.

Nicolò obviously freaks out and runs off to call up his best friend at NYU, Andy. Andy is some indeterminate degree of years older than him, in some indeterminable stage of her Classics PhD, and sometimes says weird things like how badly the Library of Alexandria had already been defunded by the Roman emperors before it finally burned, like she was there and holds a personal grudge about it. She is a cranky vodka-drinking lesbian who rides a motorcycle, gets them into periodic scrapes, and understands his shit dating life. She deeply empathizes with all his “I’m not going to run away and leave my life in New York to become part of some creakingly antique regressive imperial monarchic system of racist and homophobic oppression, NO SIR!” Fight the power, Nicolò. Fuck those guys.

Of course, however, Julie Andrews Grandmother Maria prevails and Nicolò is forced to take Prince Lessons, which he hates but tries to be a good sport about, because, well, he’s Nicolò and he’s a good person. He is then whisked off on a private plane to Genovia, because they want to see him in situ before they make a final decision on accepting him as their prince. There of course we have the high-life palaces and parks and snooty clueless aristocrats who look at Nicolò like he’s a prize racehorse and have absolutely zero clue, none, nada, about the real world. Just as Nicolò is about to firmly decide that this is a complete crock of shit and he’s going back to NYU, he meets….

Prince Yusuf “call me Joe” al-Kaysani.

Joe is a minor member of one of the Middle Eastern royal families, some fictional tiny Gulf kingdom that is super SUPER oil rich. He has a title and a lot of money but doesn’t have a clearly defined role in the family, other than that he’s been ordered not to embarrass it. Nicky does not know this when they first meet, but obviously it’s not possible to be an out gay prince in a conservative Arabian-peninsula Islamic kingdom, and therefore the fixers have arranged for Joe to be publicly dating a daughter of the Malaysian sultan, Quynh. (We are making her Malaysian in this instance so she can also be Muslim and hence an appropriate match for Joe.) Except Princess Quynh is also hella lesbian and is getting the same thing out of the fake dating with Joe that he is, i.e. throwing people off the scent of their real selves. They spend their time together in private eating popcorn, commiserating about their lives and crazy royal families and the press invading their privacy, watching romcoms, and Judging the Straights. They’re actually best friends and text each other all the time, so at the royal function where Joe runs into the stiff and nervous and clearly overcompensating New Guy who’s evidently the New Prince of Genovia, and oh my god Q he’s the Most stuck up person I’ve EVER MET, Quynh is the first to hear ALL about it. She immediately suspects that Joe doth protest too much.

Meanwhile, Nicky meets Nile Freeman, another young American (from Chicago, obvs) who is working at some important EU institution currently headquartered in Genovia. They also hit it off and Nile tells Nicky about the things she wants to do to help change the world and why she’s here, and he is moved by her kindness and altruism and remembers that that was what he wanted too, and why he joined the priesthood in the first place. He opens up to her about the shock of learning the truth about his now-dead dad and the crazy whirlwind he’s been sucked into and how he doesn’t know what to do, and their friendship is beautiful and we love it.

Meanwhile, of course, Nicky and Joe keep running into each other and getting on each other’s nerves, Nicky is thisclose to calling up Booker and ordering him to deport Joe because why is he always here (Booker, of course, will eventually become a secret ally in helping them see each other, but that is not quite yet). There is some Shenanigan where they end up both getting into trouble, Grandmother Julie Andrews is not amused, and finally they are forced to sit next to each other for a whole state dinner and Be Polite, because Genovia is trying to forge better relations with Joe’s kingdom. (Genovia is tiny, ancient, and broke, Joe’s kingdom has obviously a ton of money, there are old historical ties between them, some Genovians traveled to the kingdom in the past, Genovia’s trying to improve its human rights record and take in more refugees, etc. Nile is also helping with this last). So Nicky and Joe get ordered to fake a highly convincing bromance and pretend they’ve been best buddies all along (think Red White and Royal Blue) and that means they have to actually learn about each other and spend time together and ugh, he’s a spoiled rich playboy brat, and ugh, he’s a clueless American who thinks he’s better than us, and…

Oh no.

Yes, of course they fall in love, they deny it as hard as they can, Nile and Quynh and Booker are all increasingly exasperated by their attempts to pretend they’re not, and finally they kiss and make love and admit their feelings and that they want to be together. Then of course they get outed by some scheming evil cabinet minister (Merrick) who doesn’t want Nicky to become king and disapproves of him dating (gasp) a MUSLIM WHO IS ALSO A MAN, and there’s a huge scandal and a ton of drama and the usual Romcom Breakup Angst as they decide whether they can still see each other. Andy flies out to Genovia to comfort Nicky, Booker has a Word With The Queen, and Joe hides in his room until Quynh (along with Nile, who she’s met and hit it off with) appears to tell him that he has to be brave, she’ll help.

Anyway, etc etc., Drama, “I love him no matter what, if you don’t accept him you don’t accept me and your STUPID BLOODLINE CAN CHOKE” speeches from Nicky, Julie Andrews sees the light, they decide that Nicky and Joe can keep seeing each other, and it’s all rather sweet. There’s a lot of public relations to be managed and whether Joe’s family is going to disown him and what this will mean for the whole international relations thing, but… one thing at a time.

Nicky agrees to become Prince of Genovia as long as he can be with Joe, Joe decides that hey, he likes Nile too and there’s plenty of meaningful work to be had here and the three of them can join forces to do good things and he’s going to stay, and the Genovian public obviously comes around and loves them. Nobody can find Princess Quynh. It’s rumored she ran off to America with a cranky vodka-drinking PhD student of indeterminate age and was last seen on the back of a motorcycle heading west.

Everyone lives happily and gayly ever after.

The End.

#the old guard fanfiction #joe x nicky #kaysanova #anonymous #ask

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aphrodite1288 · 3 years

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When is SatanMan planning to let Ji come back from Puerto Rico where he was picking tropical fruits and making mofongo? Because kaisooists are starting to change their minds and choose sesoo instead of kai*soo 🤣🥲(jk)

Well kaisoo ain't for the weak.

That's what proves their legitimacy. They ain't a fanservice ship. Their moments happen when they actually happen. That's when u make sure that their interactions are all genuine and real, not fanserved.

Plus why would they be so dramatic n lovey dovey about coming back to each other after Soo's military when they had a whole month since KSOO's actual discharge (a month ago) where they went emo and had plenty of sex when y'all were streaming Mmmh and hyping up Ji n Baek's solos? Remember when Ji disappeared since KSOO's actual discharge almost a month ago? Now u know! Something clicked!? Use ur brains 💁🏿‍♀️

They have to stay low-key don't u get it? Thats how u know their moments are real. U will see Kaisoo moments and crumbs when they'll have official schedule ! Aside from that you'll never see or hear about Kaisoo. Cuz Korean kaisooists and Korean Erigoms and dandanies are so secretive abt kaisoo they never share anything about them? It's NOT something new? Have we ever got kaisoo moments outside of Ekso schedule? NO!

Have y'all ever heard OPs saying they caught pics of kaisoo dining in a restaurant or spending holidays or watching a musical or a play together since the last time in 2014? NO! So what's new? It's how we lived with kaisoo through 9 years now. Why do y'all expect that to change drastically all of a sudden? It's not like kaisoo only see each other when u see them with each other? Why would they show us that they're together through fanservice when they are always together and have to stay low-key?

YES KAISOO will be bold when they have schedule together or when it comes to supporting e/o 's solo projects and you'll see that. But them being bold doesn't mean them ruining their careers which they love. You don't get it ! Yes they're tired maybe of hiding but on the other hand they also love what they do, they adore their job so they won't sacrifice their careers and what they built through the years to tell y'all that they're together extremely gayly if that's even a word💁🏿‍♀️

Did y'all forget how Ji couldn't say KSOO's name for a whole year and half and couldn't even stream or do a reaction video to hype KSOO's "That's okay" when the whole kpop covered it n talked abt it n streamed it except Ji?? Ji even did reaction videos to Sechan n baek n Chen songs the same period KSOO's enlisting song was out but couldn't even play it on his 1938919282 lives that he did? Heck he even streamed western artists songs but couldn't even play "That's okay" which the whole world covered ?

Wait for Ekso schedule and KSOO's solo that's when you'll see KADI. But outside schedule don't expect koreans to tell y'all anything. They protect kaisoo like that.

So nothing has changed I don't know why y'all are so disappointed ? If y'all are thirsty to see Ksoo n kaisoo moments to validate that Kaisoo do talk to each other, u have to know that they spent a whole month kissing n having plenty of sex when y'all were doing homework. They had enough time to see e/o and feel e/o to have enough of e/o.

At the end. Kaisoo ain't for the weak

So whoever wants go can go, but I'm sure they'll come running back the moment Ji mentions Ksoo 😂cuz they're just thristy hoes.

Kaisooist/Kadiists/kadiens doesn't mean supporting Kadi when there are moments only, Kaisooist means supporting them when they're next to e/o and when they're NOT.

#KAISOO ain't for the WEAK #Kaisooist Strong fandom #KADI ain't for the WEAK #kaisoo #kadi

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lovebegins · 3 years

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*janice ian from mean girls voice* 2020... how do I even being to explain 2020? quite a shit year but besties, y'all made it bearable! here's a lil thing I wanted to make to express my gratitude! i love you 💘💘💘

pick someone supportive gc

@larryiswhatilivefor if i start explaining how much love you and how thankful i am to you, we’re gonna be here for the rest of eternity. but i’m gonna try summing it up in a couple sentences. im so lucky to have you in my life??? u make my life so bright and light!!! i am always thinking about you, always wondering what you’re doing and if you’re smiling. i’m so fucking lucky to call u my soulmate, my louis to my harry, my jimin to my taehyung 🥺 i love you so so so much 💘 hopefully i can come visit you in 2021 and know what being in your arms feels like 💖 i love u

@chupahojadee hi mortal enemy 👅 wanna meet in the parking lot of McD, fight and make out afterwards? deeeeeee, I love you so much. you’re such a huge inspiration to me. you’re incredibly strong and you love people with such intensity, it makes me feel so safe. i never have to worry about any kind of judgement when talking to you. never afraid to make mistakes because i know i’ll always be loved. i love you so so much and so thankful to you. 💗💗💗

@sapphichalo helloooo baby!!!!! i miss you so much!! i miss ft’ing with you and chas soooo much. ugh i wish we weren’t so busy 😩 can’t wait to move to our island and be sapphic as hell and live happily ever after 💕💕 i love you so much!! hope you’re doing well and happy new year!!!!!!

@hotgirlhannibal hiiii (gayly) sab 🌸🌸🌸 i love seeing you on my dash so much! you’re so cool and funny ? iconic, me thinks 😎 it’s always comforting to see you on my dash! i hope you’re doing well and happy new year!!!! 💖💖💖

chas, olivia and tris!! ilysm you’re the loveliest angels 🍒 this gc is the best thing that ever happened to me. you’re my comfort, you’re my happiness, you’re my home. you’ve given me everything i’ve ever wanted. you made me realise how pure love can be. how loving can make one strong. you make me strong. i miss you all so so so much. you are the greatest loves of my life.

desi gays gc

@finelinedwalls oshiiiiiii we're besties bc of zayn and my stalking tendencies and I think it's beautiful!!!! the fact that we have so many shared interests between us!!!!! AHHHH!!!!! ultimate stan-brain-rot-besites <3 if not you, who would listen to me yell about hq!!!! about bts!!!! i love you so much and I'm manifesting a year of decolonization for both of us ✨✨✨ happy new year!!!! 💓💓💓

@alwayysyou hello aditi !!! ahh I'm so glad I hunted down your blog and sent you that text! you're so cool and fun and ahhh such a great person. it was really fun making that discord server with you even if none of us use it! we share a mutual love for organization and I stan you so hard for that!!! here's to hoping a fun filled 2021 where we make more memories together 💘 happy new year!!!! 💗💗💗

@amateurd18 amiiiiii hello!!!! ahhh I'm so glad you were able to join the mess that is desi gays! I'm so glad that we know each other!!!! you're so cool and so patient, ahh so much to learn from you 💓 I hope we can get to know each other better in 2021 and make more memories!!!! happy new year! 🥰🥰

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@everythingoes - taylor 🥺 my first supporter ever !!!! i was so shook when you rb'd my gifset and been constantly in awe of you since then! you're so cool and talented and so kind! i love your gifs so much and I miss you immensely!!! i hope you're doing great and that you have a lovely new year 💘💘💘 thank you for all the love !!!

@magicjin - al 😭😭😭 I can't even begin this without wanting to sob!!!! i love you SO much????? you're THE coolest person I've ever known! the artistry!!!! the kindness!!!! the person that you are????? I'm in awe and also a little bit (a lot, actually) in love with you. your edits... your gifs... the talent? unmatched. your love???? your kindness??? UNMATCHED. thank you jungkook bwl lover shirt 🙏🏼 I found one of my favourite people ever bc of that shirt !!!!! i absolutely love how bwl is our song. i love you so so so much 💗hope you have the nicest new year ✨✨✨

@bimbojoon - saraaaaa my fav desimyyyy <333 it's an honour to match urls and love joon with you!!!! i always try to find desi people on here and ahhh im so glad I found you!!! i love how easy it was to talk to you!!!! i love you so much!!! and I hope you have the bestest new year, a new year to make the love you have for joon bloom even brighter 💗💗💗💗

@userjiminie rafa!!!!!! bestie <3333 love you so much? i love that I found you and started talking you so quick! you're so fun to talk to! i love how we just ranted to each other about a dumb thing? that honestly bought me so much comfort! I'm so so so glad that I met you!!!! also your edits????? your gifs????? THEYRE SO STUNNING!!!! you're SO SO talented omg !!!!!! and so so cool !!! i have so much love for you!!! 💗💗💗 I wish you a lovely new year's ✨

@sugacutie - andy 🥺 how !!!! can !!! i !!! even !!! being !!! to !!! explain !!! how !!! fond !!! my !!! heart !!! gets !!! when !!! i !!! think !!! about !!! you!!! you're the sweetest person ever omg. thank you so much for hosting secret santa! it was so fun sending messages to my secret receiver (?) and ahhhh the fact that we just started talking about bts!!!!! ahhh you're so lovely and easy to talk to! thank you so much for the playlist! I'm gonna treasure it forever 💗 I hope you're doing well and hope you have a great new year's day!

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@citrusgal - saaaaammm!!!!! my fav citrus gal <33 we have no interests in common except for social justice and loving pretty things and yet we work!!!!! you're so cool and you're always doing something really sick! i love you 💕💕💕 I hope you have the bestest new year!!!!

treasured mutuals 💗

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#hi ily <3 #im sorry if you dont follow me here and are confused kfjf im also @himbojoon/@helioslouis #follow forever #some... thots

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