#and this lady over here - sua - is the love of my life

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hi hello everyone!! im here w yu sera and her luck manip ability!! aka ur rabbit's foot & broken mirror in one! ik ik ... 2 in 1 .... what a steal ! formal descriptions / pages will b coming this weekend!!!

dc is avail. upon req if u prefer it over tumblr ims (which im ok with, btw!!) & like this if u wna put our beasts in some situations (if u want to plot) ! OH! and ty to evry1 who has alrdy reached out!! tw for mentions of : death, murder, drowning, sewer side.

ㅤㅤㅤ 𖹭 ㅤㅤㅤ statistics .

name : yu sera. (유세라)

birthday: 980922. (twenty5)

hometown: yongin, south korea.

education: master degree in nursing, second yr.

residence: yellow hall('s resident advisor)

ㅤㅤㅤ 𖹭 ㅤㅤㅤ biography & co .

you see, sera's life has been L after L after L, back to back

her mother? poor, modest, v excited to have a daughter. her f*ther? HWAKTHU. fluctuating between rich and poor, gambling his life away, alw fucking around, messing w the wrong people, scamming!

scammer on scammer hate crime ensues when a dubious low budget genie irl tells sera's dad "give me all the $$$ u have. but dw dw! i can grant u a wish... such as.... i'll give ur newborn daughter the power of Luck." and he leaves out the part that Luck is bad n good.

and what does her dad do? he listens!!! a born, living, lucky charm? sign him tf up!!!! he waits for sera to be born, tells her mom that he has to leave n he will take sera (so he doesnt have to share the lucky charm yknow), the mom tries to fight for the daughter but... ope... person w money vs person w no money.... yea... head low.

sooooo, she spends her childhood pretty happy. daddy's girl n all! w an ability that she believes to be some form of Good Luck Manip. she sees her dad as the best man in the world and he. loves. it. why? bc it makes her ability v powerful and he keeps on winning, buying expensive things, not being caught etc etc... just living the best life off of sera... but ofc. nothing lasts forever.

sera enters her teenage years and hell breaks loose. she accidentally learns that her mother didnt abandon them (as per her dad's fake sob story), she figures out that her dad is no Fair businessman and it alllll comes crumbling down.

so young and so shaken up with new, different emotions, she quickly learns that she can manifest bad luck as well. luckily(?) for her dad, she was still in denial so the bad luck wasnt strong enough to k*ll him off.... but it did take away all of his riches which cld count as murder in his books. long story short, he becomes a Monster, trashes her things, kicks her out, leaves her out in the street w nothing.

i'll try to make this part rlly brief bc i want her Trauma to be traumaing but i also dont want to get into graphic deets!! couch surfing at a friend. friend dies. parents hate her. sera starts searching for her mom, someone tells her that she's dead. ope... sera tries to end it all bc of that by drowning. randomly gets saved. ends up living w this cute ol lil lady, a retired nurse, who feels like a grandma figure for sera... baow. accidental bad luck manifestation makes them get into an accident, guess who survives thru survival luck and who doesnt. yea....

so ... you may be thinking ... now what. WELL. she hears abt sua ... abt the Patch (one that she cldnt afford/get her hands onto) so she decides well. im sick of being the bad guy (accidentally) all the time, im sick of spiraling, im sick of my ability fluctuating. let me become a nurse and help out! maybe i'll finally get to use my power for proper good this time....

soooooo she tries to cheer up during her uni years. she gets more control over her ability but theres still lots to learn! her emotions still affect her deeply but its no longer THAAAAAAAAT bad.

her goals? become a v v v good nurse. gain complete control over her ability and use it w her job. help ppl w her power. find her mom. and... devious smile..... find her dad to k*ll him w the bad luck.

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luck manip!!! she can give u good luck or bad luck!!! her eyes turn green when it's good luck & black when it's bad luck! she can touch u, look at u, think of u, it works either way! ofc, she can do more w a touch than w a thought!

she can make you get the luck you need to find your keys or to win the lottery! she can make you spill ur coffee all over ur new clothes or get u vvv sick! anything goes! if it's a casual ez kind of luck (keys, coffee), then she'll need a few moments to regain her energy. if its smth more extreme (lottery, sickness), she needs a few days (even up to a week), to recover!!! the more complex it is, the more it drains her energy!

it's all within d laws of physics & limits of 'reality' ! so she cant get you to magically materialize ur lost keys back and she cant spill invisible coffee on u! ALSO!!! this ability only works in like... idk.... a 100-200 miles radius!

her Survival Luck is also present n exists and she can (and has alrdy) managed to survive a bunch of extreme situations (see above)! however, the Way that she survives it.... out of her control fr.... cld be a scratch, cld be 5 broken bones, not up to sera!

ㅤㅤㅤ 𖹭 ㅤㅤㅤ brief personality .

she's v chill and looooooves helping people!!! not super hyper BUT still a fun girl nonetheless! not boring by any means despite being v toned down and lowkey!

DESPITE the previous bullet point, she is extremely afraid of getting attached to people and LET ALOOOOONE love them so she tries to keep everyone at arms length. why? obv bc of her ability and her fear of not being able to control it properly... she doesnt want another friend + grandma incident.

has a tendency to become mellow / nostalgic and can be caught overthinking... which she tries to do while on that nullivi .... ofc! LDFDFGJJ

ㅤㅤㅤ 𖹭 ㅤㅤㅤ plots .

a few friends????? a few foes?????? a few younger ppl @ yellow hall she's helped out as a resident advisor??? someone who tries to get close to her but shes ADAMANT on not letting that happen?

ppl affected by her good luck..... what abt ppl affected by her bad luck.... ooo swearing up and down that she didnt mean it and it was accidental... cld be true or not. ppl accusing her of using her powers when she didnt? OOOO what abt using the bad luck on a person that she was told was a bad person but sera was only manipulated into thinking soooooooo ooooooouuuuu

someone who's known her ever since she was a teenager? watching her go thru the whole spiral of bad luck??? maybe theyre older and even told her abt sua!!!

what if there's someone who jus doesnt believe that she has an ability? or they do and they think its a stupid one? NLKFJGN idk...

i kinda want lots of angst for her.... i think it'd be fitting.... lets put sera and ur muse thru the pain machine tgt!

THANK YOU FOR READING / SKIMMIN THRU THISSSSSSSSSS SMUAAAAAAAAAAAAACH!!

[sylvie-writes]

A Unique Birthday Cake

This is for @marvelinsanity . Sua, I wish you the happiest of birthday wishes! I hope you have an amazing day despite our unfortunate circumstances. Ily! Thanks for always being so inclusive and friendly!  

Please send her some wishes tmrw, everyone! She is truly an amazing person! 

I know your birthday is tomorrow, but I just couldn’t wait hehehe. Don’t worry, I’m gonna post your request and a lil something else tomorrow too ≧◡≦ 

(I swear I’m done bothering you after that lol)

Please pardon any mistakes, I’m half asleep. 

This morning Wanda and Nat came bursting into your room at the ungodly hour of 7 am. To some, 7 am wasn’t early, but try having a pre-birthday dinner with the Avengers the night before and then we'll talk.

“(y/n) c’mon get up! We are going birthday shopping!”

You tiredly groaned and covered your head with Steve’s vacant pillow, in hopes of shunning the overly-peppy women away. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate their kind gesture, but birthday shopping was the last thing on your to do list, more in favor of getting some shut-eye.

“Nat, Wanda. I love you both, I do, but pleaseeee let me sleep.” Silence now filled the room and you assumed they had gotten the message.

Apparently you thought wrong.

Natasha then pried the pillow from your deathly grip while Wanda pulled back the bed covers, making you shiver, covered in nothing more than shorts and t-shirt. Steve must’ve set the thermostat to polar again.

Not all us can be fine while in the ice for seventy years, sir.

“We got teaaaa.” That’s all it took. Wanda’s tempting offer made you hop up from the bed. You passed them and made a beeline straight for the kitchen, not caring about your messy appearance.

Before you made it four steps out the door, Natasha grabbed you by the shoulders, turning you to look at her and Wanda.

“Oops, forgot to mention you have to get ready first!” Her smirk made you sick, as you scowled at her, pouting like a child on your way to the bathroom, complying to their orders.

“You two are cruel.”

Wanda and Natasha then high fived at their small victory, actually heading to the kitchen to make you tea, for real this time. By 9 am, the three of you had already made it out of the compound and to the bustling and ever famous, 5th Avenue. In all your years spent in New York, not once had you stepped foot on 5th Avenue. When you made your confession to Wanda and Natasha, you were sure they’d die right on the spot. So now, you three giddy women went to all the fancy and exquisite stores, not actually buying but just looking for your own entertainment.

You hadn’t known, but Wanda and Natasha were helping out Steve who was planning his very own surprise for your birthday.

“Guys, be serious.” Steve was now using his Captain voice, he clearly meant business.

“We’re listening, Cap.” Directly across the island counter, Bucky, Sam stood, trying to contain their laughter once more.

“How the hell do we make this cake?” Bucky just lost it at Steve’s truly innocent question. Sam quickly shot his arm out to steady the cackling man.

“Ok, whew. Step aside. Let the pros show ya.” At the confident remark from his friend, Steve stepped aside in surrender allowing the men to do their thing.

If you are wondering how Steve got here, it all started last week.

You were in the compound kitchen, helping Sam prepare a last minute dinner since it was his night to cook. The whole team had just gotten back from a long and draining mission, especially looking forward to a home-cooked meal. Unfortunately, the compound’s pantry was completely desolate, leaving Sam completely clueless as to what to do for dinner that night. Just as Sam was about to dial takeout, you and Steve strolled in. The two of you were now in a much more jovial mood after getting cleaned up and basking in the feeling of being home.

“Hey Sammy, whatcha cookin’?”  

The distressed man then flung you the ragged Chinese menu and a frown made home on your face.

“Hold that thought, because there has to be something.”

When Sam didn’t get the message, you walked up to him and took the phone, ending the call.

“Why’d you do that!”

“Because we will find something to eat.”

While you and Sam had your own staring contest, Steve wandered off to the pantry, checking its contents for himself.

“Hey doll! There’s some bread in here, and a few cans of tomato soup.”

You looked away from Sam and ran to Steve.

“You're a lifesaver, babe!” Swiftly, you pecked him on the cheek, swiping the cans of soup from his arms.

“Now if we have some cheese, I’m sure we can make some grilled cheese sandwiches.” At your appeasing offer, Sam visibly brightened up.  

“Sam, can you start the soup while Steve and I make the sandwiches?”

And needless to say, everything went smoothly, that is until you let Steve cook one sandwich and he burnt it to charcoal.

How that happened, you have no clue.

In the kindest way possible, you let him down gently, because he was trying his best. A sullen look crossed his face and you felt like you had just smacked a baby. Without second thought, you got on tippy toes to deeply kiss him trying to give some reassurance.

“Cooking is a tough science, don’t sweat it, darling.”

So maybe he couldn’t scramble an egg, but he sure as hell would try to learn. With your challenge still fresh in his mind, Steve thought making a birthday cake for you would be none other than the best time to show off his baking skills. That man was never one to cower down from a challenge.

Now here he was, staring at the cake recipe as if he were trying to escape Alcatraz. One word came to Steve’s mind when he thought about either. Impossible.

“You good, buddy?” Bucky looked over to Steve whose eyes were locked onto the piece of paper, clenched tightly in his hand.

“It can’t be that hard right?”

Sam and Bucky just looked at each other shrugging.

“For gosh sakes, you can fight Hydra, but the big scary cake monster is deathly terrifying?”

In mock horror, Sam brought his hands to his face, mimicking a shocked look. Steve just rolled his eyes and playfully slapped Sam on the shoulder.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

That was three hours ago.

In such a short time the men managed to make a complete mess. When Bucky said pros, Steve really should’ve known better.

The kitchen was completely dusted in the white, snow-like, flour. Sugar nestled within the powder while vanilla extract absentmindedly flowed off the counter and to the floor. Up against the oven, Sam slumped over and across from him at the sink, Bucky was trying to wash cake batter out of his hair. Steve just looked in utter shock at the scene, it looked like a war zone, and he’s seen plenty of those.

Oh and the cake…

Can it even classify as a cake?

Because from where Steve was standing, it looked like pizza dough. The whole way through Sam kept reprimanding that it’d look better in the end, decorated in frosting, but my god there was no saving this… creature.

“So about what I said earlier,” Steve looked over to see Sam staring at the ground, obviously contemplating his life choices, “I’d like to revoke my statement.”

Hell, they’d gotten this far.

Steve walked over to the frosting, which, thank the heavens, was store bought. Completely traumatized and absorbed in the whole situation, he just lathered on all the frosting. With a gel icing, he carefully penned out your name and ‘Happy Birthday’.

Really the only thing going for that “cake” was his neat penmanship.

So maybe you were right.

Unfortunately it was too late to order a real cake. Steve would just have to face the consequences and cross his fingers that you wouldn’t break up with him.

By time Wanda and Natasha had ushered you home, it was 4 pm. Today you were just so caught up in all the fun that you completely forgot about Steve which made you feel terrible. Knowing Steve, he went all out for your birthday, you just hoped you hadn’t ruined it.

As you walked into the compound, everything seemed perfectly normal, which quite frankly kind of disappointed you, until you rounded the corner to the kitchen. The lights were off, but soon came on when Sam, Bucky and Steve popped up around the table, presenting a... dough ball????

You got closer and realized it was a cake. Or was supposed to be.

“Please don't break up with me, doll.” Steve nervously bit his lip and you reached up to stop him, then full on laughing, grabbing his broad shoulders for support.

“Oh Stevie! Don’t be so dramatic. I’m actually really looking forward to what happened.”

Steve then pulled out your chair as everyone else settled around the table, where the dough baby idly was set upon.

The three men told of their tale while you ladies laughed over ice cream, a quick solution thanks to Wanda.

Sam and Bucky continued to tell their more animated version of the story, while Steve leaned close to you, wrapping his muscular arm around your waist with lips pressed to your temple.

“Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.”

[worldcakecakecake]

Feliciano and the King of Hearts

Chosen by the gods as the Queen of Hearts from the moment of birth,  we follow Feliciano’s story as he grows into royal life, learns to rule,  go against age old customs, and his relationship with his husband to  be, the King of Hearts.

Chapter 1 I  Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 IChapter 9I Chapter 10I Chapter 11I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15 I Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19I Chapter 20 I Chapter 21 I Chapter 22 I Chapter 23 I Chapter 24 I Chapter 25 I Chapter 26 I Chapter 27 I Chapter 28I Chapter 29 I Chapter 30 I Chapter 31 I Chapter 32 I Chapter 33 I Chapter 34 I Chapter 35 I Chapter 36 I Chapter 37I chapter 38 I Chapter 39 I Chapter 40 I Chapter 41 I Chapter 42 I Chapter 43 I Chapter 44 I Chapter 45 I Chapter 46I Chapter 47 I Chapter 48 I Chapter 49 I Chapter 50 I Chapter 51 I Chapter 52 I Chapter 53 I Chapter 54 I Chapter 55 I Chapter 56 I Chapter 57 I Chapter 58 I Chapter 59 I Chapter 60I Chapter 61 I Chapter 62 I Chapter 63 I Chapter 64  I Chapter 65 I Chapter 66 I Chapter 67 I Chapter 68  I Chapter 69 I Chapter 70 I Chapter 71 I Chapter 72 I Chapter 73 I Chapter 74 I Chapter 75 I Chapter 76

                                                   Chapter 77

Timoteo had passed on to the third realm, one evening while they were enjoying from some homemade gelato from Galdi. The angels didn’t have to explain anything, with their approach, both just knew. Timoteo tearfully had to say his goodbye, and Feliciano gave him a tightening hug, wishing him the best journey, comfort with the Aces and a good cycle into reincarnation. Timoteo hoped that he could find the four stances, that he could have the universal alignment, save Ludwig and their world.

 He was taken into the most darkened path that day…and Feliciano hasn’t seen him since. New people came, others continued to leave on, yet Feliciano didn’t find another person with who he could share a good connection as he did with Timoteo.

 He spent his times lonely, thinking and plotting. In one part, it was thinking words for what the four stances could be. He took to writing them on a hidden wall, carved with the little magic he had allowed himself to use. He had a hundred and fifty written, reading them over and over, trying to find the proper pair to the kingdoms.

 In another part, it was wondering how he could get Ludwig back. Yes, he knew where was…but he didn’t know how to get him out from there. The only way he could think of…had the chance of destroying him as well.

 Then…the point and focus of everything…how was he going to use all of this to defeat Khaos.

 He would groan and lay his head in defeat every night, more dejected each time he returned to the Galdi household. He had a corner there to himself, to try and pretend rest, sometimes sketch or wonder on answers. It was also the same place of reunion and planning, always someone there to plan the next event. He didn’t mind it, it actually helped to ease him if his mind was in too much turmoil, the speech always enough to lull him to sleep.

 For the weeks that passed, that was his routine. This night in particular, he arrived to three ladies chatting joyously over the table. They were too festive, smiling and laughing in a way that Feliciano just couldn’t ignore. He let the smiles spread to him too as he tried to peek over, Giulia covering the parchment before Feliciano could read out something definitely.

 “What are you doing?” She asked playfully.

 “The real question is,” here Feliciano took a chair to join them in their sitting, “what are you three doing?”

 Giulia sighed as the other two gave approval to let him know. “You do sleep here, so we can’t really hide anything well.”

 “Not to mention you always get loud.”

 The other chuckled while Giulia glared. “Very well, your majesty. We are making preparation for this month’s square festival!”

 “Already? It’s only been-”

 “In a couple of days…it will actually be a month since the last one,” one reminded.

 “Only…a couple of days…” Feliciano was startled, silenced into realizing how much time had passed…his time in the second realm almost over. The stress was evident, the girls having to speak on to keep Feliciano from succumbing to it.

 “You know…this is a pretty private and very tight group…the island just doesn’t let anybody work on the preparations,” one smug, earning just the right playfulness to arise in Feliciano.

 “Really?”

 “Yep! Not even…Queens of Hearts or…whatever!”

 “You three have been here pretty much the same time as I have. What deeds have you done to be granted such tittles?” Feliciano chuckled.

 “Bossiness, surely,” one admitted, Giulia gasping in insult, earning large laughs in the room.

 “Feliciano, we’re only messing around. Come, sit with us, I’m sure you’ll have a lot of great ideas to add.”

 Feliciano sighed…debating if to indeed give to this while he had a wall he was carving that needed more words…a space that needed more thought…all while a ravaging war was taking apart his world. He shouldn’t indulge…he should be…but this was a chance to be creative, a moment of his past, to do well and grant these people a day of joy…for many their last before they pass on…including his own. He was persuaded for happiness, taking a pen, and looking through the list, adding or adjusting, chatting along with the ladies like the worst turmoil wasn’t happening.

 So focused he was…sometimes he would forget to go to the wall, all those thoughts on stressful words vanishing in his excitement for feast. He joyed in these coming days, trying fabrics of heavenly approach, foods of the delicacy of his old world and company of gold. It was like this world had become his, under this spell that made him forget all, dancing and laughing all the excessiveness he couldn’t on those last months of sorrow. And oh what a feast, what playful aura that made him even join the children in running all across the square, being part of that very image of dream that had welcomed him the first time he came here. Many toasted and danced, congratulating Feliciano on his part of the celebration. Truly a pride that reigned him as he ran and skipped all throughout with all the splendor of his people. Nothing could extinguish this, nothing could-

 “My sun, my moon, my land, my love…”

 The tune disturbed all, the melancholy of a woman reigning strong despite the felicity in this square.

 “Wha-what?” Feliciano awoke along with what felt like a strong hit on the head. But in his awakening, he could only focus on where this song was coming from. No one seemed disturbed, they all went along in their enjoyment.

 “…the sky has all fallen…”

 There it was again, no one heard it, no one reacted, only he startled and searched for anyone in the crowd who could be shouting it.

 “…the kingdom weeps their king’s farewell…”

 He had to look for it, he had to know where it was coming from, what it was, who it could be. What if they had answers? What if they could say more to the meaning of this song that had haunted him for so long without explanation or story? What if it was Augusta? Romulus? No matter, he settled off, in confusion to the children, halting their game wandering where the Queen was going, deep in the streets of their town, away from this jubilation.

 “…and a queen breaks at her lover’s parting again…”

 It yet continued to sing seeming to come from every corner, but no matter how quick Feliciano tried to reach it, it was gone, back to trying to reach its distance, ever moving and evasive.

 “…but in your defend, all will join and fight for our future…”

 Feliciano was growing out of breath, he was frustrating and ready to shout out. “Where are you…where are you?” He ended up whispering to himself as he rounded another empty corner. Nothing yet showed itself, but he knew the coming lines to be the last, to be the end.

 “…so the heavens will bless in your rest our perfect peace…”

 “No…” and just like that, the melody was gone, as if it was never there, the silence he met at this edge of the island haunting. Feliciano wanted to burst in this miss…what he thought a closeness to an answer…an answer…oh no, the answer! He groaned realizing the wasted time, reminded of a mission that he laid forgotten, forcing his hand unto his eyes to somehow keep the tears that wanted to flood.

 How could he just let it all fall? Go on and ignore that his world needed him.

 Something, something, there had to be something he could do quick, in whatever time was left, in whatever- someone was coming. Out from the distance…small, no details to be clear yet, a very entrance like the one he had made when he first arrived. He had thought only one…but then he saw a second, a third, a fourth…many…many began to come forward.

 “What…” he whispered to no one but himself…trying to make sense, wondering who they could be and what was their meaning. Feliciano walked slightly forward, standing on the waters as they walked toward, Feliciano distinguishing their realm gifted wear, Heartian, Italian…they were all passing spirits, newly arrived here. There were countless, spreading across like something large had been spilled over, even the sailors and rowers finding difficulty to move between them. They were all lost, wondering, trembling, some held hands, some comforted and felt in that welcoming bliss, others only decided to follow the person who was most ahead, a woman who had been transfixed by the form of the island, her pace quickening the more details she noticed. And then…there was the Heartian Queen, standing singularly, present and still as the majesty of a fresco in a church. That was the pulse that rushed her forward, ignorant to all as she stood before him, trying to believe him there, baffled, stuttering, yet her entire being showcasing questions.

 “Sua Maestà,” in the end was the only thing she could say, trembling and eyes watered…betrayed.

 Feliciano took her hands, comforting and trying to instill the trust she had lost and the welcome he could give. They stood in silence together, for Feliciano had no words, and the ones he had were nothing worth of an apology that she could forgive.

 He decided on asking, bracing for the blame, but an answer he needed. “What is going on? Why are so many of you here? What has happened?” Despite so many, Feliciano told them in ease, careful, his hold still as dear as he awaited.

 The woman breathed, remembering with pain to then answer: “Destro is in Italy.”

 Feliciano startled and trembled, a suddenness that could have dropped him to the floor if it wasn’t for the hold the woman kept. He was shivered with a cutting pain, as if the reckoning told in those simple words was scratching on his skin.

 “What…? No! Last time I was there, he was…he was still in Clubs, only reaching the Heartian border…the defend should have been good…he shouldn’t have reached Italy…he shouldn’t have-”

 “But he has!” She ended up shouting. “Your majesty…you have been gone for more than a month and in that time Destro has swarmed the entire southern Hearts Kingdom. Greece, Iberia, Croatia and Turkey are all gone! Italy was well on its way to join the rest. They’re evacuating people to Scandinavia in the hopes it can remain the last stronghold…but it has not been quick enough…” she gazed to all there…those who didn’t have time…didn’t have the right defend or the soldiers weren’t enough. “I know there has been calls to evacuate Germany…for when Italy falls…”

 “…he’ll be in Germany…he’ll reach Berlin…”

 “In a matter of days!”

 Heavy breathing, a storming realization, turning away to handle these strong words of his world, his home, his kingdom, his cities, dead or on the verge of dying. More the weight of his duty pressed on, blaming, shouting at his incapability of avoiding this. His province, his people, dying, and soon his family and even his body in the castle will be ready to be engulfed in true finality.

  All, no matter how far the threat still remained, could feel the rumble, hear the screeches and even smell the smoke that was coming to their reach.

 “Everyone out?” Lukas asked who the inhabitants of this beautiful red building had been. Bricks of old, red flowers coating well its gorgeous façade…it hurt to know that soon it will be gone.

 “Yes, that’s all,” a man came to take the lantern Lukas offered, one infused with strong protective spells that would cover the group he was granted.

 “You may follow the rest. Keep with everyone, stay with a hold on your loved ones and chosen belongings. You will leave the city walking but transport might come to those who are sick and weakened. Keep faith! Scandinavia will be the refuge we need,” Lukas repeated once again…and once again the people only responded with a darkened nod, turning, dejected, looking more like they were walking to an end than actual safety. They began to join with other groups, each shinning with their own red lantern, the only color…everything else just seemed to blacken and grey with the miss of its people leaving, left to the demise of  the wrath of a monster.

 “All this street is empty,” Tino announced, hurrying to Lukas’s side.

 “How is João dealing with the roundabout of Prenzlauer?”

 “There’s still three buildings with inhabitants deciding what they should bring with them, even with the insistence. Not to mention they are running out of lanterns.”

 “I’ll let Abasi know we need his people to make more. You go and help João. We’ll see what we can do about Mitte afterwards.” And they rushed off between the large masses of movement, with carriages, others crying and refusing, and the bright red lights.

 Up from the heights of the castle, Renata and Arthur looked as a plentitude headed off through the northern route, between hills away to the safety they hoped Scandinavia could remain. The red lights alighted them, a shield they hoped was enough to stand and protect them all. They could see only small parts of the city remained and how they hoped they hurried.

 There was a far-off blow, a large cloud arising to the sky, mixed with red, flashes of white, and then a shriek that had Arthur and Renata leaning down and covering their ears. From the smoke, they could see but a small image, still vanquishing the outskirts of the city, but the fact that they could now see Destro from the comfort of the castle was provoking and fearing.

 “Ready to start formation!” Herakles came hollering, heavy breaths and panic clear. Renata would never get over the new scars of war on him, so much petrified shout in the expression she had met and knew as calm and comforting.

 “Then go and start!” Arthur shouted, exasperated, shaking and surely ready to fall apart if it wasn’t for the fact that he was being counted on as a big part of the formation. They all began to leave, joining Herakles in his hurriedness.

 “Has Augustino been taken out of the castle?”

 “I’m sorry to inform that he is still here,” Herakles refused to look back, focused on getting them through the halls.

 “What? He should already be out of the city!”

 “He denies everything. He has shouted, cried, even began hitting some of the caretakers. Right now, he refuses to leave Antonio and Lovino’s side.”

 “They can’t accept to leave him here!”

 “But they had made their decision.”

 “No! Absolutely not!”

 “They’re-!” By now Herakles turned to this distant aunt of his, Renata seeing now clearer than ever the reddened veins in his eyes, seeming to pierce at his sight. “-they’re…still hoping Feliciano can come through.” There was a tremor, the castle shaking, some stone cracking and dust falling upon them, but yet they continued this exchange as if nothing, standing and menacing. “Feliciano is supposed to be entering the third realm today and tomorrow we have to awaken him, with or without the power of the alignment. No matter what happens, tomorrow is the decisive point that will tell us if we will all survive or die. No matter what, Antonio and Lovino had come to the decision that they will remain and face whatever happens with their son in their arms…better here than dying somewhere he doesn’t recognize or without his family.” And Herakles was off before Renata gave more to the discussion…to the realization that this was the reality, this was the last resort, the last place.

 She gazed down to her hand still glowing pink, now cracking more in age as it was hitting its toll. Oh…how she hoped Feliciano had found something…that he could come be their savior tomorrow at the evening that was planned to arise him.

 She couldn’t stand there longer…she had her place in the formation and she had to hurry to it, as everyone around her did.

 Soldiers, from all over the kingdom, even others, kept a standing outside the castle, gaze focused and ready to inflict at the first spot of Destro. Many already had their weapons up, some already had magic blazing in their hands and others practiced commands. The interior of the castle was propped with all kinds of defenses, having no other choice but to have offered servants aiding in the guardship and defense. They too, had old weapons pointed, had to practice spells they never thought they would one day use and many of the household leaders were practicing their shouts in harsh war command.

 Renata reached the pool, the royals and other chosen servants as well with their own positioning and weapons.

 The last stance, the last wall before Feliciano, still suspended in the water, the body beginning to look cold, colors vanishing.

 “Renata, you stay at the very back with your family!” Wang Yao shouted, all moving aside to give her place. It was with her husband, her son, his husband, and her little Augustino, well cradled in all their holds, scared, trembling and crying, but despite this, despite the bruises, the scars, the traumas, the three older men kept their own tightening on their weapons, knowing that if they were to go, they were to go with a try in fight. Renata found her place in the huddle, holding them all dear as if they were to say goodbye now.

 “Remember to keep faith still! We have a day! We have to believe Feliciano can come tomorrow with exactly what we need!” Kandake reminded to all in a chant, yet coated in fear as they moved back, as if Destro was in the very castle finding his way between to reach right to them. It seemed like it was the actuality with this new shake the ground took. Yet no messenger came as it was meant to be planned. They still had a chance to keep their ground, together and strong.

  The stances… the stances… he had to know the stances now! What if he wrote all the words somehow? What if he brought them with him? Maybe he could convince…something or someone in the third or fourth realm. Perhaps reading them all aloud, shouting, tearing, crying…it was when he noticed he was heaving and shaking to this new group that came.

 “Sua Maestà,” one tried to reach and comfort.

 “I have to…I have to…” his mind still went on in a reverie, stuck in the need and desperation. It was with the touch of this nearing man that he was made aware of his standing and who stood by him.

 No…despite everything he had to help these people, he had to get them settled. If there was something he could do, if he was abled, he could push through, he could go on with his duty even at the worst heaviness.

 “Please, all of you, follow me. You are now in a safe place. There is currently a feast that I’m sure all would love for your part in it. Come, come with me!” He hurried, keeping himself kind and offering, one all could follow, fall finally into the ease and beauty of this place, more so as they traversed these enchanting alleys, reaching the alight of the square and what it was offering. It could have been a joy, could have been the welcome that all there knew they had to give to all the new that came…but then after one, came two, came four, came six, that alley Feliciano came from bursting with a large array of people that easily soured and planted worry in all. Nevertheless, many came to offer their welcome, but also to ask, to fret, the square in the end turning to a place of worry and agitations.

 “Feliciano, what’s going on?” Giulia came, demanding and shocked.

 “Destro was in Italy.”

 “What?!” She already settled in the hysteria of all, some who heard in the surrounding joining her as well in the disarray.

 Feliciano shushed and tried to soothe her to even breathing, “we can’t let ourselves panic now. Focus on helping others calm, answer their questions to the best of your ability and help them settle like is the norm!”

 She managed to find her peace, nodding, and already settling on what she considered the command of a queen. It was enough now to keep everything at bay, all distracted in the conversation to really notice how Feliciano was slowly moving away. He had some time, he had some peace and loneliness, he could head that instant, memorize all the words, find a way to write, find a way, find a way- what was supposed to be his leap was cut by the large presence of an angel.

 “Oh! You’re here! Good! These people need a lot of help to settle. Please, more angels must come and-”

 “I’m not here for them.”

 Feliciano dropped.

 “You shouldn’t worry, my brethren will come to do their part, but my own…is to take you to the next step. Please…come with me.”

 And like this his time was cut short…he was to say goodbye, he was supposed to go to the last steps of this process and yet he felt empty, incapable to face the reserve, still with questions and wonderings on how exactly he could obtain this. For a moment he wondered on fighting. He still possessed power, he was an Ace, Augusta’s chosen, he could… he stared to the potence of this angel, tall, shinning, armored and with a spear that could well stand at any fight. These angels were chosen to keep well a balance in death that Feliciano knew, by nature, he had to head to…as his grandmother created. With a nod, trying to calm whatever anguishes boiled in him, he decided to follow.

 As all others, Feliciano was brought to one of the many alleys, moving on and on in its depths like this was but any other stroll he had taken to think of words for stances. The angel at one point moved behind him, and Feliciano, still confused by where he should go, settled on only moving forward unless the angel spoke a word. On and on everything moved around him, but no difference, no portal, no transport to the next realm.

 “The third realm is only a hall, shaped by the magic that lays between all worlds. Once there, you should focus on only moving ahead, no matter what occurs around you.”

 “What…what happens?” Feliciano thought he could ask.

 “You transform. You take an image granted by the Aces, for what is to be your spirit and soul in the heavens. It is granted in attacks that might seem like they are to hurt you, but they are indeed only changing you. Do not worry, no matter how harsh or intimidating it seems, it is not meant to cause any harm.” Silence befell, still the same walls and canal at his side. “Your only there a matter of minutes, alone, and on your own you find the entrance into the fourth realm.”

 “How long am I there then?”

 “It is different for everybody. In your case, I assume not long, perhaps only a day or even a couple of hours. If you are meant to return to the living world…you can’t pass the gates to the heavens. If you do, the connection to your body is severed and you can never return.”

 The street began to get as grim as the words, Feliciano shivering.

 The angel’s step suddenly halted, Feliciano’s own stopping in question. The angel then pointed to the canal, which began to ripple and produce an image downward. It darkened, away from the aquamarine waters Feliciano had gotten to know in his stay. It was a tunnel, under the water with a pathway that Feliciano didn’t know if he could walk upon. The angel motioned for him to step forward, commanding and defending so he wouldn’t try any escape. Feliciano was obedient, nodding and beginning a hesitant step into the canal, his feet sinking into the water, but not as deep as shown.

 The ground came to him like a ramp, leading him deeper into this darkened tunnel that slowly enveloped him unto the next stage.

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Dona Maria e a Força da Palavra DONA MARIA AND THE FORCE OF THE WORD

DONA MARIA E A FORÇA DA PALAVRA

REMAKE

 Dona Maria seria uma das mais surpreendentes mulheres que conheci, talvez até admirasse... Se não fosse uma chata!!

Ela é uma das pessoas do qual eu me arrependo muito de não tê-la mandado tomar no cu aos gritos, e jogado pra cima dela, tudo que estivesse ao meu alcance. A velha testava a minha paciência, me enchia o saco.

Eu paciente, escutando, escutando...

Seu papo arrogante, suas “análises” sobre mim.

Ela era do interior do nordeste brasileiro, não sei qual estado.

Como ela mesmo dizia, seu pai era um negão. E sua mãe uma branca desbotada. Porém muito bonita.

Seu pai era um “selvagem”. Ela dizia que foi obrigada a assistir o irmão sendo surrado no café da manhã, por ele não ter dado o bom dia para cada um que estava na mesa. Disciplina militar em casa. Embora fosse fazendeiro.

Por causa da miscigenação, seu avô, tão branco quanto a sua filha, mãe de Dona Maria, não tinha amor pelos netos mulatos.

Já o avô paterno de Dona Maria foi escravo.

Na minha juventude, conheci mulheres, a maioria vindas do interior, que foram obrigadas a se casarem.

Dona Maria foi uma delas.

Foi obrigada a se casar com um homem que lhe causava asco.

Três anos de casamento, três filhos.

Ao perceber que sua vida, onde estava e como, se afundaria cada vez mais na infelicidade, fugiu para o Rio de Janeiro.

Aqui, já se encontrava alguns de seus irmãos. Todos queriam mandá-la de volta.

Apenas um lhe deu apoio e acolhimento.

O seu irmão caçula.

Como ela mesmo disse, era o irmão que ela mais amava. O amigo de fé, farra, de bons e maus momentos.

Um dia ele se casou. Passado alguns meses. A família foi convidada para um churrasco na casa dele.

Ela, para relembrar os tempos de solteirice e farra dos dois, preparou uma caipirinha caprichada, toda orgulhosa ofereceu ao irmão.

Ele delicadamente recusou. Alegando que não bebia mais, pois além de ser casado, ele em breve seria pai. Sua esposa estava grávida.

Quando ela me contou a forma de como reagiu a recusa do seu melhor irmão e amigo, vi que aquela mulher tinha problemas. Talvez, nesse momento, ela já fosse ou seria em breve uma escrava da bebida.

 Dona Maria, aqui no Rio, casou-se com um velho, como ela disse, endinheirado.

Morreu e lhe deixou tudo.

Falava dos seus amigos do clube, num tempo que clube não era coisa de classe média, era coisa de ricos e milionários.

Das pulseiras de ouro e cordões que usava. Das viagens que fez.

Viúva, ela sempre me falava de uma “amiga” companheira de viagem, bonita e muito inteligente. Como todos os outros, despareceram quando ela torrou toda a sua fortuna.

“Eu achava que meu dinheiro nunca acabaria.”

Mas acabou, os amigos ricos, parceiros de clube sumiram e essa “amiga” também.

Garota, não tinha maldade, não pescava o texto subentendido da sua narrativa.

Foi Rosa, uma mulher do “ramo” que me falou, assim que a viu.

Seu corte de cabelo, suas roupas, seu andar:

_Adriana, essa velha é sapatão!

 Bem, assim que ela ouviu a recusa do irmão em beber a caipirinha. Ela rebateu:

_Não dou um ano pra você está morto!

Am??

O quê?

Como??!!

O seu melhor irmão, o seu melhor amigo, o ��nico que a apoiou quando fugiu de um casamento arranjado e infeliz, o seu parceiro?

Ela fala isso pra ele, simplesmente por ele ter recusado a beber sua caipirinha?

 O velho, não deixou apenas dinheiro pra D. Maria. Ele deixou para ela o legado dos estudos e cursos que ele a obrigou a fazer, enquanto eram casados. D. Maria falava inglês, espanhol e tinha curso de cozinha internacional.

Pobre, não ficou desamparada. Começou a trabalhar para ricos, principalmente estrangeiros, que vinham ao Brasil a trabalho.

Como ela não teve pena de condenar o irmão por ele ter recusado a beber uma caipirinha, talvez esse fosse o primeiro sintoma da sua devoção/escravidão à bebida.

Seu vício em álcool, coisa que ela nunca assumiu, pois sempre dizia que poderia parar de beber quando bem quisesse, fez com que ela pouco a pouco se queimasse com as madames do Rio de Janeiro.

No seu último emprego para esses milionários, foi demitida ao cair na piscina da mansão, totalmente bêbada de calcinha e sutiã.

A decadência foi tanto, que ela foi para lá em casa, como empregada doméstica.

Vendo que a mulher se embriagava quase todo dia, meu pai a levou pra cuidar do sítio que a família tinha. Longe de qualquer bar, boteco, de tudo.

Ela bebia álcool doméstico com açúcar...

E seu irmão.

Pobre irmão de Dona Maria.

Morreu a exatos um ano depois, por causa de um tumor no cérebro.

Ela me dizia que quase enlouqueceu após a sua morte...

DONA MARIA AND THE FORCE OF THE WORD Remake

Dona Maria would be one of the most amazing women I've ever met, perhaps even admired... If it wasn't a pain in the ass! She's one of the people I really regret not having to take her ass screaming, and thrown up to her, everything in my power. The old lady tested my patience, filled my balls. I patient, listening, listening... Your arrogant talk, your "analysis" about me. She was from the interior of northeastern Brazil, I don't know what state. As she herself said, her father was a. And your mother a faded white. But very pretty. Your father was a savage. She said she was forced to watch her brother get beaten up for breakfast because he didn't say good morning to everyone at the table. Military discipline at home. Although he was a farmer. Because of the miscegenation, her grandfather, as white as her daughter, mother of Dona Maria, had no love for mulatto grandchildren. Dona Maria's paternal grandfather was a slave. In my youth, I met women, mostly from the countryside, who were forced to marry. Ms. Maria was one of them. She was forced to marry a man who made her ass. Three years of marriage, three kids. Realizing that his life, where he was and how, would sink more and more into unhappiness, he fled to Rio de Janeiro. Here, there were already some of his brothers. Everyone wanted to send her back. Only one gave him support and welcome. Your little brother. As she said herself, she was the brother she loved the most. The friend of faith, spree, good times and good. One day he got married. After a few months. The family was invited to a barbecue at his house. She, to recall the times of bachelorhood and spree of the two, prepared a neat caipirinha, all proud offered to her brother. He delicately refused. Claiming that he did not drink anymore, because in addition to being married, he would soon be a father. Your wife was pregnant. When she told me how she reacted to her best brother and friend's refusal, I saw that that woman was in trouble. Maybe, by now, she was already or would soon be a slave to drink.

Dona Maria, here in Rio, married an old man, as she said, moneyed. He died and left him everything. He was talking about his friends at the club, at a time when club wasn't a middle-class thing, it was a rich and millionaire thing. The gold bracelets and laces he wore. From the trips you've made. Widow, she always told me of a "friend" traveling companion, beautiful and very intelligent. Like everyone else, they disappeared when she toasted her entire fortune. "I thought my money would never run out." But it's over, rich friends, club partners are gone, and so is that "friend." Girl, there was no evil, i didn't catch the implied text of your narrative. It was Rosa, a woman from the branch who spoke to me as soon as she saw her. Your haircut, your clothes, your walk: _Adriana, that old lady is a dyke!

Well, as soon as she heard her brother's refusal to drink the caipirinha. She countered: _Não'll give you a year to be dead! Am?? What is it? As??!! Your best brother, your best friend, the only one who supported you when you ran away from an arranged, unhappy marriage, your partner? She tells him that, simply because he refused to drink his caipirinha?

The old man didn't just leave money for D. Maria. He left her the legacy of the studies and courses he forced her to take while they were married. D. Maria spoke English, Spanish and had an international cuisine course. Poor, she wasn't left out. He began working for the rich, mainly foreigners, who came to Brazil for work. Since she was not sorry to condemn her brother for refusing to drink a caipirinha, perhaps this was the first symptom of his devotion/slavery to drink. Her alcohol addiction, which she never assumed, because she always said she could stop drinking whenever she wanted, caused her to gradually burn with the ladies of Rio de Janeiro. In her last job for these millionaires, she was fired when she fell into the mansion pool, totally drunk in panties and a bra. The decay was so much, she went to the house as a maid. Seeing that the woman got drunk almost every day, my father took her to take care of the place the family had. Away from any bar, pub, everything. She drank domestic alcohol with sugar... And your brother. Poor brother of Dona Maria. He died exactly a year later from a brain tumor. She told me she almost went crazy after her death...

[sadienita]

Main Street Drive-In

Mingyu x Reader (briefly feat. Seventeen, Dreamcatcher, and Chungha)

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: Fluff

For @cheesekimpup I know you know this but I really do mean it every time I say that you’re my soulmate. No one else gets me the way you do, no one else knows quite what to say like you and I feel as if I’ve known you from the beginning of time. No gift come every some close to being enough to express that but I hope this little 50s themed drabble with a song I know you know will should in some way how incredibly grateful I am to you.

Song: Main Street Drive-In - The Moxies

I wish I was Starring in a love tale I try so hard but I always seem to fail.

He had to admire Jeonghan’s confidence. It was crazy how he could just walk up to a girl and strike up a conversation. The man was currently across the diner, leaning on the jukebox and chatting up a couple of ladies. The sly grin on his face and they way the girls twirled their hair and shifted their lollipops in their mouths, hanging on his every word, said it all. Jeonghan was one smooth cat.

Mingyu shrugged deeper into his leather jacket. His eyes drifted across the diner to someone he wished he could muster up the courage to talk to. Someone who’d been on his mind for weeks now. But any time he managed to get near her he was tongue tied. So he admired from afar. It was much easier than making a fool of himself.

Mingyu’s attention was brought back to the group as Jeonghan sauntered back over, hands resting in his jacket pockets and an easy grin on his face. The group all looked up at him expectantly as he got closer.

“So?” Jihoon asked, his tone laced with skepticism.

“Seokmin and I have dates for Friday night,” he nudged Seokmin’s shoulder. “Wear something nice this time.”

“I always dress nice,” he laughed.

“There really are some things that don’t go with a leather jacket, Seokmin,” Minghao sighed as the group chuckled.

“I still don’t know how you do that,” Mingyu grumbled.

Jeonghan threw his arm around Mingyu’s shoulder. “You just gotta talk to them, Gyu. It’s pretty simple, even Jihoon did it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jihoon asked.

“It means we don’t believe you really found yourself a lady, Ji,” Soonyoung chuckled.

“Oh he has,” Jeonghan added. “I’ve seen her, she’s gotta classy chassis if-”

“You’re cruisin for a bruisin, Jeonghan,” Jihoon growled, shifting the toothpick in his mouth. The group chuckled but the way Jihoon was eyeing Jeonghan made it clear he’d throw a punch if need be.

Jeonghan shifted the focus back to Mingyu.

“You’re the only one left, Gyu. Sorry I couldn’t get you a date, but I’m sure there’s someone you outta ask,” Jeonghan said with a knowing grin on his face.

I like to think I have a whole lot of love to give. To a girl I could walk to meet her everyday

“Whatcha starin at?” came Sua’s voice.

“Oh, nothing,” you hummed, dropping your gaze. The last thing you needed was your friends knowing you were pining after Mingyu. You knew they would never leave you alone about it if they knew. They’d hound you incessantly until you talked to him.

Except you’d tried. Sua didn’t know that. None of your friends did. The one time you’d had the courage to talk to him it had been painfully awkward. You couldn’t seem to hold a conversation with him to save your life and he managed to end it, making a weak excuse as to why he needed to go and you let him, almost grateful that it was over. Since then you had barely exchanged two words with the man.

It didn’t change the fact that you really had the hots for him though.

“We’re going to the passion pit, Friday night,” Siyeon grinned, a swing in her hips as she made her way back to your table.

“We are?” you questioned.

“Well anyone who’s not busy, which you’re not,” Jiu added.

“Except you, Gahyeon,” Sua chimed.

Gahyeon pouted. “Why can’t I come.

“You can come if Chan drives you. I don’t want you playing backseat bingo in my car,” Sua teased. Gahyeon ducked her head and blushed as the group giggled.

“Wait, do you all already have dates?” you worried.

“I think so,” Jiu pondered.

“You better get on that,” Sua teased.

Handong nudged your arm. “There’s gotta be some dreamboat you’ve got your eyes on,” she said with a smile that was all too knowing.

I went to the drive-in I sat in the back row I knocked over a soda pop, I think I've really done it now.

“Hold on, where are you going?” Mingyu almost winced at how whiny his voice sounded as Jihoon wrapped his arm around Chungha’s waist.

“Somewhere else,” Jihoon shrugged casually.

“So I’m just gonna sit here by myself?” Mingyu sulked.

Jihoon raised an eyebrow at him. “You act like that’s my fault. You had time Mingyu.”

Mingyu watched with a pout as Jihoon and Chungha disappeared past the rows of cars. Jihoon was right of course. Mingyu couldn’t seem to find the courage to talk to the one person he really wanted to. He was awkward and tripped over his feet just as much as he did his words and it was embarrassing.

Though this might rival that.

He had been left all alone at the drive-in. Everywhere he looked there were couples curled up together in their cars. Maybe he should have gotten there earlier, than at least he wouldn’t have ended up further back where most people were not planning to watch all that much. He should have known this would happen. Unfortunately, since he was Jihoon’s ride, he couldn’t just leave.

“This blows,” Mingyu grumbled to himself, slumping down in his seat as the previews started. He tried to focus on the screen but he couldn’t stop kicking himself. He could have been here with the one person he wanted to but he was too much of a wimp to ask.

He cracked open his pop, taking a swig before placing the open bottle on the window sill of the car carefully. He settled back down into his seat, gazing up at the screen. But something else caught his attention, two girls walking between the rows of cars. Mingyu’s heart started beating faster as he realized who was coming nearer. Should he get up as say hi? Should he duck down and pretend the car was empty? He decided maybe he could just sit up, looking casual and cool, and if he was lucky he would be noticed, and not seen as a total loser.

He scrambled to sit up quickly, the car shaking slightly. The pop bottle on the window sill tettered before pouring unceremoniously into his lap.

Mingyu cursed under his breath, trying to clean himself up quickly. He heard giggles near the hood of his car and he shrunk down, his cheeks burning and desperately wishing he could disappear.

She said you're sitting all alone boy. Would you want to sit by me? Well I made a good fool out of myself, but I make good company.

You didn’t want to feel happy about Handong’s date cancelling, but you were glad you didn’t have to be here all alone. At least she wasn’t stood up, you knew he had a good reason so she didn’t feel too bad. It was good to have her company as everyone found a cozy spot with their date. You knew it was your own fault. You should have just asked someone nice. But you couldn’t get Mingyu out of your head. There was something about him.

You and Handong chatted, strolling between the rows of cars as you pulled your thin sweater more tightly around your shoulders. The breeze was getting colder as the trees started to change and you should have worn a warmer jacket, but you hadn’t thought that far, too busy beating yourself up over not even trying to ask Mingyu out. Maybe you ought to make eyes at him and wait for him to ask you but you could at least give him a hint, right?

The two of you turned down another row near the back of the drive in as another preview started when something caught your attention. You heard someone curse quietly as you strolled past the cars and you and Handong stopped, peering into the car. Mingyu was there by himself doing… something in his lap. You tried to cover your mouth but neither you nor Handong could fully muffle your giggles. Mingyu’s gaze snapped up to yours and his face blushed a deep red as he shrunk into his seat.

“I-I spilled my soda pop,” he mumbled sheepishly.

Well that was certainly better than the alternative.

Handong nudged you and you stumbled a little closer, giving her a quick wide-eyed stare before looking back to Mingyu.

“You, uh, you’re here alone?” you asked nervously.

“Y-Yeah,” he said quietly, dropping his gaze.

Handong pushed you a little harder and you stumbled again. You opened your mouth to speak but she beat you to the punch.

“Oh, I think I heard something,” she looked off over the cars in fake earnestness.

“Handong, yo-”

“Oh gosh, someone definitely called me. You can keep Mingyu company though, right?”

Your jaw dropped. She was not about to leave you here alone with him, was she? Or maybe she was, since she was currently strolling away before you could catch her, a sly grin on her face.

You turned back to Mingyu who was looking after Handong, clearly confused. You ducked your head a little as you got closer, tugging on your skirt and hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush on your cheeks.

“Did you need any help cleaning up?” you offered awkwardly as you approached his side of the car.

“N-No, I think I got it all,” he said. There was a beat of painfully awkward silence as you pondered your next step.

“D-Do you wanna sit with me? I mean since Handong had to leave and all…”

You tried not to show how giddy that question made you. “That’d be keen.”

You started around to the passenger side and Mingyu stumbled out of his side, tripping over his feet to get to the door and open it for you. You couldn’t help the grin on your face as you climbed into the backseat. Mingyu rush back to his side, climbing in and shifting over a little, still leaving a little space between you.

You played with your skirt, the butterflies in your stomach incessant as you tried to figure out what to say to him. Nothing running through your mind seemed good enough though. You glanced at Mingyu and caught him as he quickly snapped his gaze to the preview on the screen. Had he really been staring at you?

“So how’d you end up here alone tonight?” you blurted out, your eyes moving back to your lap. That definitely wasn’t the best question but it was the only one that would come out.

“My friends all got dates,” he mumbled. “I, uh, didn’t.”

“How could someone like you not find a date?” you mused quietly.

“H-Huh?”

“Oh I just,” you knew you were blushing again. “I-I mean you’re such a cool cat, Mingyu. You really could go out with anyone…”

He chuckled nervously. “Nah, maybe I look hip, but I’m a nerd.”

“I doubt that.”

“I…” he trailed off as you shivered. “Are you cold?”

You shrugged, trying to play it off. “A little.”

Mingyu didn’t think twice. He shrugged off his jacket and had you lean forward so he could wrap it around your shoulders gently. A shy smile tugged at your lips as you settled into it. You gazed over at Mingyu. He seemed to have something on the tip of his tongue but the beginning of the movie caught your attention. He settled back into his seat instead, now a little closer than he had been as you both started to watch the movie.

You were quickly swept up in the story, paying little attention to Mingyu. You assumed he was watching as intently as you were, until somewhere in the middle when he stretched out, yawning, and his arm landed around your shoulders. You let out a chuckle at the cheesy move but cuddled into his side before he could take it back. Mingyu stiffened for a moment before relaxing back into his seat. You glanced at him quickly, taking in the deep blush on his cheeks and the happy nervous grin on his face.

This had to be some kind of dream come true. Were you not sitting down you would have swooned. Mingyu’s hand eventually slipped down to rest comfortably on your waist as you rested your head on his shoulder and took in the rest of the movie. Though the longer it went the less you wanted to watch the screen. You were feeling more and more comfortable and glanced up at Mingyu, wondering if he would be upset if you tried to chat with him.

Mingyu caught your eye and gave you a nervous smile before you could look away.

“I-I’m really glad you came by,” he mumbled.

“I’m glad I did too,” you replied.

“I’m flattered that you think I’m so neat, too,” he mumbled.

“Mingyu,” you hummed, he turned to look at you a little more squarely. “I really do think you’re swell, and there’s no one else I’d rather be with right now.”

Even in the dark you could see the blush rising in his cheeks, though you knew yours were no better. Something was far less awkward about this moment as you stared into his eyes. After a moment though, his gaze slipped down to your lips. His hand was just a little shaky on the small of your back as he gently pulled you closer.

His lips pressed to yours in a gentle kiss that made your heart flutter. It took only seconds for you to relax and kiss him back. You leaned in a little closer and wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt Mingyu smile a little and pull you just a little closer as he kissed you. You started to get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours, his hand on the small of your back, the warmth and comfort being next to him…

“Whenever you’re done.”

You and Mingyu jumped apart, both of your cheeks burning as your eyes snapped to Jihoon, his arm around Chungha’s shoulders as she giggled.

“H-Hey Ji,” Mingyu mumbled. He glanced at you quickly, a sheepish look on his face and a nervous laugh in his voice. “I-I guess it’s time to head home.”

I walked her home when the movie was done, she said "Boy I've had so much fun!" I said "Girl I'd like to see you again." She said "Main Street Drive-In theater next weekend?"

Mingyu dropped off Jihoon and Chungha first before taking you home. He parked a little away from your house, walking you down the sidewalk and chatting with you. You had a hunch he only did that to spend a little more time with you. The conversation was flowing much easier now and you were starting to see how sweet and fun he really was. It really only made you fall for him more.

Your house came into view and you could see the slight dismay on Mingyu’s face as you reached your front door.

“Mingyu, I’ve really had so much fun tonight,” you said, sounding a little more nervous than you wanted to.

“Y-Yeah?” At least he sounded just as nervous.

“Yeah really,” you bit your lip, hoping he wouldn’t leave it there.

“Well,” he took one of your hands in his. “I-I’d really like to see you again.”

You smiled. “So, Main Street Drive-In, next weekend?”

He grinned widely. “Definitely.”

You leaned in quick, before you could lose your nerve. You pressed a quick, fleeting kiss to Mingyu’s lips that left him blushing as you pulled away, forgetting his jacket was still around your shoulders as you opened the door.

“See you then.”

“Yeah,” he said. “See you then.”

Dreams come, dreams they go some were sharing some we don't know. But if there's one thing I know in this life, I'm going to make that pretty girl my wife. And we'll still walk with each other everyday, oh darling look how far we've came. You know I'd do anything I could do Cos' I love you

[early20thcenturynerd]

Victoria, Princess Royal praying on her wedding day by Queen Victoria, 25th January 1858

“The 2nd most eventful day in my life, as regarded feelings, for I felt almost as if it were I that was being married over again, only much more nervous, — A thick fog, & a sharp frost early. — Whilst dressing dear Vicky came in to see me, looking, composed, & in a fine, quiet disposition. This relieved me greatly. We went down to breakfast with dear Alexandrine. Of course Fritz, whom I tenderly embraced, & who was much moved, was there too. The dear Princess also came in for the moment. — My Dressing room was arranged for Vicky & she began dressing at about 1/2 p. 10. Our hair was done by Nestor, one after the other. When she was ready she came through in her bridal attire, looking very pretty & nice. Her dress was of white moire antique, trimmed with 3 flounces of Honiton lace & wreaths & spray of orange flowers & myrtle. The wreath & veil were to match & the train was the same as the dress. My dress was of mauve moire antique & silver, trimmed with Honiton lace. I wore my Regal Diadem & the crown diamonds. My train was of velvet also trimmed with lace. Vicky was daguerreotyped in my room, & she & her dear father & I, together, but I trembled so that it has come out indistinct. Then, it was time to go. 

The sun shining brightly, 1000s out, since very early, — shouting, — ringing of bells, &c. — Albert, Uncle & the 2 Boys went 1st, then the 3 girls in pink satin trimmed with Newport lace, Alice with a wreath of cornflowers & marguerites, the 2 others only with sprays of them, in their hair. The 4 Boys wore Highland dress. The Hall was full of people. The flourish of trumpets & cheering of thousands, made my heart sink within me, & I could hardly command myself. Vicky drove in the carriage with me, sitting opposite. At St. James's Palace we want into a prettily arranged retiring room, where Uncle, my dear Albert & the 8 Bridesmaids were waiting. They looked so nice, in white tulle dresses with wreaths & bouquets of pink roses & white heather. 

Then went into the Closet where Mama (looking so handsome, in violet velvet, trimmed with ermine), & the Cambridges were. All the foreign Princes & Princesses excepting Uncle, the Prince, & Pce Albert had already taken up their places in the Chapel. A Procession was formed, just as at my wedding, only how small the older Royal Family had become! Mama came last, just before me, then Ld Palmerston, with the Sword Of State, Bertie & Affie, — I, with the 2 little Boys (on either side of me), which they say had a most touching effect, & the 3 girls following. The Chapel, though too small, looked very imposing & well, filled with so many Clergy, Officers, in bright uniforms, & elegantly dressed Ladies. 

The drums & trumpets played Marches, the organ playing others, as the Processions approached & entered. There was of course a slight pause between each, & the effect was thrilling & striking as one heard the music coming nearer & nearer. Fritz behaved with the greatest self possession, as he came in, bowing to us, & then kneeling down before the altar, in a most truly devotional manner. Last came the Bride's Procession, our darling ‘Flower’ looking very touching & lovely, with such an innocent, confident & serious expression, on her dear face. She walked between her beloved Father & dear Uncle Leopold, who had been present at both her Christening & Confirmation. 

My last fear of being overcome, vanished, when I saw Vicky's calm & composed manner. It looked beautiful seeing her kneeling beside Fritz, their hands joined, her long train born by the 8 young ladies, who looked like a cloud of young girls hovering round her, as they knelt near her. How it reminded me of my having similarly, proudly, tenderly, confidently knelt beside my beloved Albert, in the very same spot. The Children, (the 3 girls) were a good deal ‘énnu’ & Alice cried dreadfully. The Archbishop was very nervous. Both Vicky & Fritz spoke very plainly. 

When the service was over we tenderly embraced the young couple, & then Vicky went to her new Parents & we crossed over to the dear Prince & Princess, who were much moved. After this the Bride & Bridegroom left the Chapel hand, in hand, followed by their supporters, Mendelssohn's Wedding march being played, & we all went up to the Throne Room, where the Register was signed. Here there were general congratulations & shaking of hands, with all the relations. After all the Royalties had signed their names, the Clergy, Ministers &c. followed, & the young couple returned to Buckingham Palace together. I drove with Uncle & the Princess, whom I asked to call me ‘Du’. 

Tremendous crowds, & cheering & we went with the young couple to the celebrated window, from which they stepped out on to the balcony to show themselves, we, Uncle, & the Pce & Pss also coming out. We all went to the White Drawing room, where we were met by Hélène Orléans, her 2 sons, the Aumales & Princess de Salerno, then, came the wedding breakfast 'en famille’, in which were included Pce John of Holstein & our 6 other Children! The young couple sat together, opposite us, but hid by a splendid wedding cake. I, sat between Uncle & the Pce of Prussia, Ld St. Germans, who sat at the bottom of the table, was the only other person there. The Band played. At dessert, Leopold & the darling Baby, dressed in pink, like her sisters, with a little bunch of cornflowers & marguerites in her cap, came in. 

After luncheon we separated almost immediately, for the young couple to change their clothes. I also changed my dress, & at 20 m. p. 4, Vicky came to my room, to bid me goodbye, much ‘en larmes', poor dear child. She was dressed in white velour épinglé, mantle of the same, trimmed with grèbe & a white bonnet with orange flowers, & a fine lace veil, which she put down. Embraced & gave her my blessing, & she became calmer. In the Audience Room all the family & royal guests were assembled.

In embracing Fritz, I gave him my blessing & told him that I gave our child with perfect confidence into his hands. We accompanied the young couple to the door, being joined here by Uncle. The whole Court were there, having come to see them leave. After one more embrace saw them drive off with an Escort, & amidst much cheering. We ran up to look out of the window, but they had already disappeared! Jane Churchill, Sir F. Stovin, Col. Seymour & Herr von Schweinitz went with them. — My dear kind friend, the Princess came to see me, & we had a most pleasant, & satisfactory confidential talk about our dear Children. She is a great comfort & support to me. — We dined ‘en famille', & felt so lost without Vicky. Received a dear kind little letter from our beloved Child, full of peaceful happiness. 

There had been enormous crowds, such enthusiasm, flowers & illuminations everywhere. The Eton Boys had dragged the carriage up to the Castle & made an immense noise. — At near 10 we went into the White Drawingroom, where all were assembled, Alice & Affie also appearing, & the Maharajah. I wore white & gold moire antique, trimmed with red velvet bows, a diamond diadem & ornaments, including the Koh i Noor. 

A State Concert took place in the Ball Room. The following pieces were performed: Part of Handel's Coronation Anthem, — Quartette 'Placido e il Mar’ by Mozart; (Mlle Cl. Novello, Guiglini, Weiss, &c. —) — Chorus, ‘The Heavens are Telling' from Haydn's 'Creation'; — 'Della sua Pace' from Don Giovanni; Mozart; (sung by Guiglini) — Choral Fantasia by Beethoven (all, singing, & Mrs Anderson at the piano.) Bridal Procession & March from Wagner's, 'Lohengrin'; — Air from Meyerbeer's Robert le Diable, 'Toi que j'aime (sung by Clara Novello); — Finale from the 'Loveley' (solo, sung by Miss Pyne); — Serenata 'The Dream', composed specially for the wedding by Costa, & led by him (Tolos, Clara Novello, Sims Reeves, Weiss, &c — singing).

Everyone I spoke to, was most kind & feeling & all the Prussians & Princes so pleased & impressed with the ceremony. Only got to our rooms at 1/2. So thankful all had gone off so well. We thought much, on retiring to rest of our young couple, praying God to bless them & bring them much happiness.”

- Queen Victoria’s diary, 25th January 1858 (161 years ago today)

[gaymusicchart]

GAY MUSIC CHART – 2019 week 08

 Welcome to the Gay Music Chart, the LGBTQA related music videos TOP 50 actuality and most request.

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 Here is the recap for this week :

 OUT : Erik Altemus - "Desidero" LW: 26 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 24

OUT : Greyson Chance - "Good As Gold" LW: 27 / WO: 8 / PEAK: 10

OUT : Clean Bandit feat. Marina & Luis Fonsi - "Baby" LW: 35 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 35

OUT : Years & Years - "All For You" LW: 39 / WO: 17 / PEAK: 01 (x1)

OUT : Blair St. Clair - "Irresistible" LW: 41 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 09

OUT : Tuure Boelius - "Vihaan rakastaa sua" LW: 43 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 43

OUT : Sam Tsui - "A Million Pieces" LW: 44 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 31

OUT : Pet Shop Boys - "On social media" (lyric video) LW: 46 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 46

OUT : Michete - "Yum Yum Big Slurp" LW: 47 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 47

OUT : Tim'm West - "Shoes" LW: 49 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 49

OUT : Tokio Hotel - "Melancholic Paradise" LW: 50 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 50

  01 (+ 2) : Calum Scott - "No Matter What"

LW: 03 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 01 (x3)

UK - 2018 - from the album "Only Human" (Special Edition)

This really personnal song tells the story of Calum Scott telling his parents he was gay and their reactions of loving him "no matter what". It's a deep and emotional power ballad.

 02 (- 1) : Jax Jones, Years & Years - "Play"

LW: 01 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 01 (x1)

UK - 2018 - from the EP "Snacks"

 03 (- 1) : Troye Sivan - "Lucky Strike"

LW: 02 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 01 (x2)

Australia - 2019 - from the album "Bloom"

 04 (+ 6) : Lauv & Troye Sivan - "i'm so tired..."

LW: 10 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 04

USA / Australia - 2019

 05 (+ 4) : Saara Aalto - "Dance Like Nobody's Watching"

LW: 09 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 05

Finland - 2019 - from the album "Wild Wild Wonderland"

A music video about a transgender teen who wants to do ballet against the will of his father.

 06 (=) : Trinity The Tuck - "The Face The Body"

LW: 06 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 06

USA - 2019

 07 (+ 13) : Courtney Act - "Fight For Love"

LW: 20 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 07

Australia - 2018

The drag queen came 4th at "Eurovision - Australia decides", the Australian national selections for the Eurovision Song Contest 2019.

 08 (+ 8) : Federica Abbate - "Finalmente"

LW: 16 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 08

Italy - 2018

This song came second in the first part of the Sanremo Giovani 2018 Music Festival for emergent artists. The lyrics talk about a love relationship badly judged by the entourage. If the lyrics aren't specifically gay, the music video is, with the portrayal of a young man who comes out to his father who rejects him in return. So, the young man can only be reconforted by his boyfriend and his friends. Until... Beautiful.

 09 (+ 3) : Calum Scott - "If Our Love is Wrong"

LW: 12 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 09

UK - 2018 - from the album "Only Human"

 10 (- 6) : Manila Luzon - "Go Fish"

LW: 04 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 04

USA - 2019 - from the album "Rules"

 11 (- 6) : Lady Gaga & Bradley Cooper - "Shallow"

LW: 05 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 04

USA - 2018 - from the OST "A Star Is Born"

This song won the Golden Globe for Best Original Song 2018, the Grammy for Best Pop Duo/Group Performance 2019 and Best Song Written for Visual Media 2019, the BAFTA for Best Film Music 2019.

 12 (+ 1) : Not.Your.Regular.Boy. - "It's All Yours"

LW: 13 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 12

The Netherlands - 2018

This is his third single.

 13 (+ 9) : N.E.F.O.R.M.A.T - "Чужие Судьбы" (Aliens Destiny)

LW: 22 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 13

Russia - 2019

For their first music video, these two have guts to do this kind of music video in their country: they show their homosexuality, they kiss, they flirt half naked in bed, they rebel for freedom. Respect, men!  

 14 (- 3) : Tiago Braga - "Ilusão"

LW: 11 / WO: 25 / PEAK: 06

Portugal - 2018

A story of infidelity.

 15 (+ 18) : Christopher Sorensen - "Afterglow"

LW: 33 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 15

USA - 2018

A touching music video about a teen dating a mature man, but his life collapses when he discovered he's a married man with child.

 16 (- 9) : Netta - "Bassa Sababa"

LW: 07 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 07

Israel - 2019

This is her first single her victory at the Eurovision Song Contest 2018, still composed by Stav Beger.

 17 (=) : Jão - "Me Beija Com Raiva"

LW: 17 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 10

Brazil - 2018 - from the album "Lobos"

It's the first time the singer talks about his sexual orientation with this song, writen for an ex-lover who broke his heart.

 18 (NEW) : Robyn - "Send To Robin Immediately"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 18

Sweden - 2019 - from the album "Honey"

 19 (+ 2) : Bilal Hassani - "Roi"

LW: 21 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 05

France - 2019

Bilal Hassani won Destination Eurovision 2019 and will represent France at the Eurovision Song Contest 2019 in Tel Avivwith this song about self esteem.

 20 (+ 4) : Theo X - "You Don't Wanna Dance"

LW: 24 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 09

Denmark - 2018

In this cute music video, a young teen dares to give an invitation to dance to another boy. Love is love.

 21 (- 7) : Sam Smith, Normani - "Dancing With A Stranger"

LW: 14 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 14

UK / USA  - 2019

This is a passionate duet about coping with loneliness and trying to get over a lost love.

 22 (- 8) : Sam Smith - "Fire On Fire"

LW: 15 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 07

UK - 2018 - from the OST "Watership Down"

"Watership Down" is a BBC mini-series adaptation of the book, which tells the story about a warren of rabbits fighting to survive numerous perils as they search for a new home.

 23 (NEW) : Trinity The Tuck feat. Peppermint - "I Call Shade"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 23

USA - 2019 - from the album "Plastic"

 24 (+ 5) : Calvin Harris, Sam Smith - "Promises"

LW: 29 / WO: 12 / PEAK: 01 (x1)

UK - 2018

 25 (- 6) : Mark Ronson feat. Miley Cyrus - "Nothing Breaks Like a Heart"

LW: 19 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 04

USA - 2018

 26 (- 1) : Brandon Stansell - "Hometown"

LW: 25 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 25

USA - 2018 - from the album "Slow Down"

This song is kind of a representation of his coming out story, with his family who didn’t respond very well. It was named one of the TOP 10 COUNTRY MUSIC VIDEOS of 2018 by Rolling Stone.

 27 (NEW) : Ben Platt - "Ease My Mind"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 27

USA - 2019 - from the album "Sing To Me Instead"

With the second track of his upcoming album, the actor and singer officially comes out as gay in this music video, where he's dating Charles Carver.

 28 (+ 8) : Allen King feat. Amor Romeira - "My Boy"

LW: 36 / WO: 9 / PEAK: 03

Spain - 2018

 29 (+ 11) : Urgence Homophobie - "De l'Amour"

LW: 40 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 10

France - 2018

As homophobic attacks have increased by 15% in 2018 in France, 70 French celebrities made this song to fight homophobia.

 30 (NEW) : Filatov & Karas - "Au Au"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 30

Russia - 2019

A man is pregnant in this music video.

 31 (+ 1) : Michael Medrano - "Love Somebody Else"

LW: 32 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 11

USA - 2018

The song was previously presented in our chart, but the music video was only released during our break.

 32 (NEW) : Lady Gaga - "Joanne (Where Do You Think You’re Goin’?)" (Piano Version)

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 32

USA - 2018 - from the album "Joanne"

She won three Grammy Awards this year, including for Best Pop Solo Performance.

 33 (NEW) : TIN - "Don't Say His Name"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 33

UK - 2018

 34 (- 16) : D. Prime - "GAY" and "HAPPY-NESS"

LW: 18 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 18

USA - 2019

 35 (+ 3) : JORDY - "Just Friends"

LW: 38 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 35

USA - 2018

A love declaration.

 36 (NEW) : Ben Platt - "Bad Habit"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 36

USA - 2019 - from the album "Sing To Me Instead"

The singer and actor will release his first solo album next March 29th. People wonder if he has just come out as gay with the appearance of Charles Carver in his apartment at the end of the clip.

 37 (- 29) : Lizzo - "Juice"

LW: 08 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 02

USA - 2018

 38 (- 1) : Greyson Chance - "shut up"

LW: 37 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 37

USA - 2019

 39 (- 16) : Super King Reza & Groovebox - "Horchata"

LW: 23 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 23

USA - 2018

 40 (+ 2) : Someone Who Isn't Me - "Gomenaki"

LW: 42 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 40

Greece - 2018

 41 (- 7) : Silva - "Duas da Tarde"

LW: 34 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 08

Brazil - 2018 - from the album "Brasileiro"

 42 (- 14) : MNEK - "Girlfriend"

LW: 28 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 28

UK - 2019 - from the album "Language"

 43 (NEW) : Years & Years feat. MNEK - "Valentino"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 43

UK - 2019 - from the album "Palo Santo"

We can't show the music video due to copyright restriction.

 44 (NEW) : LOBODA - "INSTADRAMA"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 44

Ukraine - 2019

 45 (- 14) : Miss Benny - "Rendezvous"

LW: 31 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 31

USA - 2019

Miss Benny is the new project of Ben J. Pierce aka Kid POV, aka Benny, well known here for his previous singles, included "Boys Will Be Boys". Welcome back!

 46 (NEW) : Savoir Adore - "Bloom"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 46

USA - 2019 - from the EP "First Bloom"

 47 (RE-ENTRY) : Pabllo Vittar - "Seu Crime"

LW: - / WO: 2 / PEAK: 31

Brazil - 2019 - from the album "Não Para Não"

 48 (=) : Echo Black - "Poison Apple"

LW: 48 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 37

USA - 2018 - from the album "Dawn"

The queer lead singer of the band is Danny Blu.

 49 (- 19) : Electric Fields - "2000 and Whatever" (Lyrics Video)

LW: 30 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 30

Australia - 2019

Zaachariaha Fielding and Michael Ross mix electronic music with Aboriginal culture. This song came 2nd at "Eurovision - Australia decides", the Australian national selections for the Eurovision Song Contest 2019.

 50 (- 5) : Troye Sivan and Jónsi - "Revelation" (Lyric video)

LW: 45 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 11

Australia / Iceland - 2018 - from the OST "Boy Erased"

The song was nominated on the 2019 Golden Globe Award for Best Original Song. The movie "Boy Erased" follows the son of Baptist parents who is forced to take part in a gay conversion therapy program.

  NEW THIS WEEK

 Nimmo - "No More"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

UK - 2019

 Pet Shop Boys - "Give stupidity a chance" (lyric video)

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

UK - 2019 - from the EP "Agenda"

 Bring Me The Horizon feat. Grimes - "nihilist blues" (Lyric Video)

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

UK / Canada - 2019 - from the album "amo"

 Drake Jensen - "Talk Me Down"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Canada - 2019 - from the album "Sideshow"

 Jackie Shane - "Any Other Way" (audio)

LW: - / WO: 2 / PEAK: 18

USA - 1962

The transgender singer has died at the age of 78 years old. RIP.

 King Princess - "Pussy Is God"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - 2018

 Dorian Electra - "Man To Man"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - 2018

 Tacocat - "Grains of Salt"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - 2019 - from the album "This Mess is a Place"

 Galla - "Nightsong"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - 2018

Adam Gallagher is a fashion influencer, who releases his first single.

 Nima - "Are You Serious?"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - 2019

 Matracia - "Slow"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - 2019

 Ben Levi Ross & Taylor Trensch - "Only Us"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - 2019

A gay cover of the song from musical "Dear Evan Hansen"

 Bobby Newberry - "Love You Like I Do"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - 2019

 CupcakKe - "Squidward Nose"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - 2019

As usual, it's for an adult audience with these explicit sexual themed lyrics.

 Abdu Ali - "Chastity"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - 2019

 PrettiBoiRoq - "Wanna Be Me"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - 2018 - from the EP "Haus of Ken"

 ILoveMakonnen feat. Gucci Mane - "Spendin" (Official Lyric Video)

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

UK - 2019

 Silva - "Brisa"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Brazil - 2019

 Jaloo feat. Nave - "Dói d+"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Brazil - 2019

 Funtastic - "Taku Fogo"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Brazil - 2019

 Criolo - "Etérea"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Brazil - 2019

 Filipe Catto - "É Sempre o Mesmo Lugar"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Brazil - 2019 - from the album "Catto"

 Ana Gabriela - "Mais De Nós"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Brazil - 2019

 Mateus Carrilho, Tainá Costa - "Toma"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Brazil - 2019

 Yhago Sebaz - "Vou Embora"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Brazil - 2019

 Rodrigo Alarcon part. Liniker - "Amor Acidente"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Brazil - 2019 - from the EP "Parte"

 Diego Diaz - "Caótico"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Argentina - 2019

 Agustín Malandra - "Madrugada Índica"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Argentina - 2019

 Dj Nelasta feat.Titica & Paulelson (Mr. Aleluia) - "Tonga"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Angola - 2019

 Gyre - "Quarantine"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

South Africa - 2018    

 Yaariyan LGBTQ Flashmob 2019

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

India - 2019

 Netflix Presents: The Valentine's Day Special

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

India - 2019

This is a gay themed advertisement from Netflix India.

 Love X Stereo - "Zero One"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

South Korea - 2019

 Yanni Burton - "Mess Around"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Australia - 2019

 Philippe Jaroussky - "Che città"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

France - 2019

 Colin Meyer & Burçak - "Pornstar"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

The Netherlands / Turkey - 2018

 Merol - "Hou je bek en bef me"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

The Netherlands - 2019

 Daniel Schuhmacher - "Venus or Mars"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Germany - 2018

 Electrosexual - "Darkroom"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Germany - 2019 - from the EP "Era#03 - X2"

 Divines - "Ponad"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Poland - 2019

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Bulgaria - 2019

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Russia - 2018

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Ukraine - 2019

The song won the national selections and will represent Ukraine at the Eurovision Song Contest 2019 in Tel Aviv.

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Lithuania - 2019

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Lithuania - 2019

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Denmark - 2019

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USA - 2019

She has received the Outstanding Contribution to Music Award at The Brit Awards 2019.

[ulyssesredux]

Scylla and Charybdis

Is Katharine the shrew illfavoured?

A deathsman of the trousseau, the mobled queen, even though you prove that a man's worst enemies shall be those of his life which were not many moments for Will to walk about with his mind from his betrothed Tantripp when she was a trait of Miss Brooke as a sky, and got out of his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of cygnets towards the greeting of their interview, and, like original sin and, during part of that—to give the more because she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such stupid complimenting? I beg, I want to shake my belief that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have made myself of some indirectness in his son. Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.

But his boywomen are the portals of discovery. Of all his tenderness as a sob after holding the breath. But Dorothea never thought of himself.

Was Du verlachst wirst Du noch dienen.

—And what a character is Iago! I enjoy reading in the world are born out of her own ignorance, and the douce youngling, minion of pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair.

What of all his race, the good that you will not save him.

Will you ask her father to let him see it, littlejohn. His Lordship by saint Patrick.

Dorothea. A shadow hangs over all the provincial papers, a darker shadow of the world. Perhaps then you must hold that he was behaving cruelly.

—I hope you'll be able for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and never coming here again till I have an understood though never fully expressed passion for her to snore away the rest.

To be sure, for his wife or father?

He hoped there was no light or speedy work.

And therefore he left out her words in clearness from a visit to her daughter in town, good masters? Do you not think so? His Own Self but yet shall come in the library and reading many things.

—Others will believe—others will believe, O mine enemy?

We have all got to exert ourselves a little longer than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him.

So in the earth.

Part.

Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta. The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke. Casaubon when he was interested in, he affirmed.

S. D.: sua donna.

Sayest thou so?

—As for his daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak immediately. I must say good-by. Here he ponders things that were not anything she had been engrossing Sir James had called interfering in this meeting to which she would tell her that they had referred the glow in her came with painful suddenness.

Green twinkling stone. Amplius.

The three brothers Shakespeare. A like fate awaits him and the sweet, as she had refrained from what we most care for his wife. And other lady friends from neighbour seats as Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet, sings.

John, Ann, I wanted it. Leftherhis secondbest, leftherhis bestabed. Life would be a victor in his world within as possible.

—Do you think. I say?

He has revealed. Good God!

Stephen looked down on a wide headless caubeen, hung on his back including a pair of fancy stays. Yes, I fear me, and believed that he should say and he will never be a school of industry; but it did seem to be heard by her husband and wife.

But all those twenty years what do you know.

He's gone to invite her mamma and the dullbrained yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband's brother. His boyson's death is in her trust, it was possible to lead a grand life here—here is all about me. Felicitously he ceased and held a meek head among them, said low: a broken vow and the sun, west of the unliving son looks forth. Of course it's all paradox, don't you know, about which he was invited again for the dreams and visions in a wrastling play wud a man with that thoroughness, justice of comparison, and thrusting his hands and said with a bauble. Still I do wish it. Faunman he met in Berlin, who is guilty … He took the stuff of his last written words, some goad of the beautiful, the chinless Chinaman! I wished to raise money and pay it back?

If he could.

Argal, one hat is one hat.

The most beautiful book that has come to have, much more admiration for herself; and seating herself near him she said, for when the herds passed her? And my turn?

The Ship, lower Abbey street.

I thought you would like to know that the acceptance of the name, nephews with grandmothers, jailbirds with keyholes, queens with prize bulls. Love that dare not speak to him. And Harry of six wives' daughter. He wants to do. Cell. Beauty and peace have not given up doing as I sit here now but by reflection from that first. A basilisk. Have you drunk the four quid? Handkerchief too. Am I a father be a widow should cause such a rejection would seem more in harmony with—what shall I say?

The highroads are dreary but they want the thing hushed up, for poor Ann, I feel in the porch of a court buck, a capitalist shareholder, a girl, and it had really determined her to a schoolboy.

—The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton, frowning, said Lydgate, which could not bear it.

He did not break a bedvow.

Still: but an itch of death is the lustful queen. Fox and geese.

Is that? O, there!

His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. What? A Honeymoon in the comedy of errors wrote Hamlet he has committed a crime in some matters.

The sheeted mirror. Who is King Hamlet? Gaptoothed Kathleen, her four bones are not always too grossly deceived; for Rosamond had a good opinion.

Lord, help my unbelief. I am asking too much perhaps. Marry, I must tell you what Dowden said!

The deepest poetry of King Lear what is great, and intellectually consequent: and was nothing of an ideal or a perversion, like another Ulysses, Pericles says, is the standard of all races the most enigmatic. Autontimorumenos. Young Colum and Starkey.

He drew a folded telegram from his laughing scribbling, laughing.

Excellent people, no man, an enthusiasm which was not impulsive: what might have been such a dear as the coat and crest he toadied for, on a bend sable a spear or steeled argent, honorificabilitudinitatibus, dearer than his glory of the same that had the motive for doing it; and what she knew that there was a holy Roman.

I prefer that there might have been inviting others, but he would do, sir.

Said! What he learnt from his laughing scribbling, laughing: and from her—for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates, and he limp with leching.

—Mallarme, don't you know what you will get it in.

Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us. He has hidden his own long pocket.

He speaks the words to Burbage, the ruins of Rhamnus—you could not have been.

—The most beautiful book that has been telling some yankee interviewer.

—I mean, for nature, as the first, darkening even his own.

I am big with child. —Lovely! A snake coils her, raging that he was living richly in royal London to pay a debt she had at first she walked into every room, feeling one behind, he said, remembering that he granted her request. Is Will in overplus.

He rattled on: And we to be an Irishman? He had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard, a wellset man with a touch of indignation as well as the money as a surprise to his own long pocket.

—Why should I not tell you everything.

Who will woo you? Now?

Halted, below me, O mine enemy?

There is, this trouble.

He is, this trouble, imagining that there was a power in a name?

She died, for his old cronies in Stratford that his ancestor wrote the plays, a bowing dark figure following his hasty heels. —Good day again, Buck Mulligan thought, speech are lent them by males.

Venus are we know. Gelindo risolve di non amare S. D.: sua donna.

The intensity of her, the histories, sail fullbellied on a mission to a chair. Hamlet, Troilus and Cressida, look to see if they were a conspiracy to leave her remarks unanswered, and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the beautiful, the plumbers' hall. Lean, he sneaks the cup. And why no other children born? The pity which had brought Lydgate into her mind, like another Ulysses, Pericles, prince of Tyre? Good day, their master, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the bitterness of his canvas.

Lydgate. —That model schoolboy, Stephen said rudely.

If we were, Haines and I am the sacrificial butter.

Nookshotten.

He creaked to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the laws he has not been blamable before any one's judgment but your own theory?

I understand you to lust after you. I will serve you your orts and offals.

And that all the years when he came near, drew a folded telegram from his pocket. What town, don't you know what you damn well have to say of it as quickly and as best he could bring her to posterity. When she did not hurt her.

Mummed in names: A.E., eon: Magee, sir, there's a gentleman here, sir … I just eh … wanted … I understand you to lust after you. But a deeper-lying consciousness that he lived and suffered. Five months.

Casaubon.

The bulldog of Aquin, with a husband is the most Roman of them all, A.E., eon: Magee, sir, said Mr. Vincy, who when dying in Southwark. Aristotle's experiment. He did not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of laugh and lie down. —That she was born, where he was debating with himself, and we shall all be proud of you what Dowden said! Woa! I have made a mistake, he had made some difference in my brain.

We feel in the chase. I will see visions. Neither of them all, it is desirable that you have not given guarantees enough.

He Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, and it is worth doing.

Courtesy or an inward light?

He carried a memory in his world within as possible, without more ado about nothing, took the eager card, glanced, not listening.

Liliata rutilantium.

Humour wet and dry.

On. The quaker librarian said, would have lived to do? Gagged sweetly Buck Mulligan suspired amorously. Sir James. —Why? He broke away. —I mean when we read the poetry of King Lear: and then going towards Dorothea,—that in virtue of which my thought is but a shadow. Murthering Irish. Looked?

He said, has written or by the wisdom he has not a son be not a useful portal of discovery opened to let him see it, is become impossible to me.

I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here. What could she do, sir. —What? Then I don't feel sure about doing good in any way guilty.

Brood of mockers: Photius, pseudomalachi, Johann Most. Cordoglio.

—They are not in his private life. The poisoning and the punks of the quaker librarian said, his ideal of medical duty, before taking further steps, to chide them not unkindly, then to the poor thing, feeling at first she had not wished to avoid an outward show of displeasure which would be the truth about all this way poor Rosamond's brain had been saying to himself that his seventyyear old mother is the best prize.

Shy, deny thy kindred, the outcome was sure to strike others as at an obsolete form of forms, am I?

Gulfer of souls, engulfer.

—Where there is no one whom she had no reason. Lord, help my unbelief.

From such contentment poor Dorothea was seated in her mourning.

It will come round from its opinion.

We want to know the manner of their ears I pour. Of all his race, the colour, but I have kept a valuable register since I have not been unexpected, since the greater part of that—to take the pains to talk to the now, the bards must drink.

Do you think it is not right for me. You will see in them grotesque attempts of nature to which he was a tiny terrier once, who wished even the butler to know, reading aloud joyfully: The most innocent son of Erin had to bear hard on Bulstrode, who has lent me.

—Mournful mummer, Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's desk sharply.

—O, you peerless mummer! —Are you going away for years, then all amort, followed a lubber jester, a model for Saint Catherine looking rapturously at Celia's baby would not forbid it when—Dorothea broke off an instant, her imagination suddenly warning her away from each other about it. A.E. has been explained, I believe, to comfort them, said Dorothea, with incidental music. When? Warwickshire jesuits are tried and we shall all be proud of you, she counted on Will's coming to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was Hamlet mad?

Gulfer of souls, engulfer. And other lady friends from neighbour seats as Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet, sings. The door closed. Stay, stay, Lucy, said Dorothea. Get thee a breechpad. Ladislaw was still at Middlemarch, and thought he never saw Miss Brooke, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care.

Three drams of usquebaugh you drank with Dan Deasy's ducats.

It was not likely to be there, alone in that momentous babe's presence with persistent disregard was a mixture of playful fault-finding and hyperbolical gallantry, as old Ben did, on my son's preaching. They greeted her with the jewbaiting that followed the hanging and quartering of the great quest. Dr Bob Kenny is attending her.

But do.

What town, wished, at Eglinton Johannes, of all the note to her about Will Ladislaw was always the deep sea.

Pfuiteufel! Wait.

Apothecaries' hall.

—The business is done and can't be undone. I wish to have his grandmother's portrait offered him at that stile. Sir James had called interfering in this case Mr. Casaubon's moles and sallowness, had escaped to the vicarage to play the part of crime; and Dorothea, meditatively,—that she was almost pouting: it did seem to be told nothing, took the cow by the completest knowledge; and this trust in his determination to win an honorable position for themselves without family or money. Postea.

Jove, a birdgod, moonycrowned.

He broke away.

But those who merit, which brother you … I just eh … wanted … I understand you to lust after you. My whetstone. Glo o ri a in ex cel sis De o.

Couldn't you do at Lowick, and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a fair name, John Eglinton opined. Perhaps if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you not see now that I know when I got pound.

The note of banishment, banishment from home, sounds uninterruptedly from The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the world, stained with all other and singular uneared wombs, the here, sir.

I must creep into and try to reach it, is the most Roman of them all aside to open the journal of his previous communications about the Hospital, to comfort them, bowing, greeting, then all amort, followed by Stephen: O please do, might be, the gross virgin who inspired The Merry Wives and, like Socrates, he must bend himself to say good-by, Pratt, retiring.

In explaining this to Dorothea than insistence on her bonnet and shawl, hurried along the riverbank. He began to scribble on a generous support to the attendant's words: heard them: and from his mother how to bring Haines.

I don't know what to do, sir, the here, a man who holds so tightly to what he thought of her woman's invisible weapon. Cadwallader said no more. —I was afraid of creeping paralysis?

Who helps to believe or help me to wreak their will Ann hath a way unguessed by himself.

And left the room.

A child, a lordling to woo for him, as before, to tell me in Paris. Dark dome received, reverbed.

What the hell of time of King Lear what is great, and made her delight the more tenderly for that would be to set the pattern of plate, nor even the butler to know, or go to town and eat my dinners as a bribe to concur in some matters.

Lover of an ascetic's expression in her own as she made this childlike picture of what you have been an offence in her, the quaker librarian breathed.

Coffined thoughts around me, and yet dreading the position of being a widow.

—The plot thickens, John Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning back to live in his own name, Richard. I or Essex.

Persist. It is painful to me who don't want, to use granddaddy's words, Humphrey. —I have not given up doing as I sit here now but by reflection from that.

—The sheeny! Amplius.

And the sense of romantic drama which Lydgate's presence had no notion of it in leisure moments, as if he were innocent of any publicly recognized obligation. Synge has promised me an article on economics. Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger. Easily flew.

Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, Who let Him bury, stood up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven and there was always to be final, and especially to talk to the youth of Ireland. I enjoy reading in the silence which seemed to her, if less strict than herself. You have the goodness as well warn you that, when Burbage came knocking at the very best, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. And what would be no reconciliation, the solemn floor. But Ann Hathaway? He will have it all the note to her once and again with a very sarcastic expression in her bright full eyes, their master, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the blood.

Hamlet and to talk to the now smiling bearded face. There would be possible for me to wreak their will Ann hath a way. Apothecaries' hall.

Are you going?

Formless spiritual. I have heard from my uncle have convinced me that the rider was Sir James Chettam. —A deathsman of the road.

Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience.

But do not know of were he not leave her in making an exact statement for herself; and her mind against staying.

In this brief interval of calm, Lydgate going about what there is Will in overplus.

We are becoming important, it seems to have been. His grandfather on my side was an excellent clergyman, but here! And we one hour and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt those divers of worship mentioned by Chettle Falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing.

—That model schoolboy with his god, he … Swill till eleven.

Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off. He also took away a complacent sense that he was invited again for the use of the bear, as brother in-love in London; and it is sinking money; that is one hat. But in this Bulstrode business, the night, and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. O please do, sir … Voluble, dutiful, he must give the letter to Mr Norman … —Will he not do something which in possibility I may come to her. Quickly, warningfully Buck Mulligan came forward, amiable, towards the greeting of their meeting: she may not connect it with my money: I hardly hear the discussion. Blast you.

I pour. Faunman he met in Berlin, who came to say of it.

Irish myths. I knew them from the counter going out of our character.

That lies in space which I am in his world within as possible.

Thursday. Anxiously he glanced in the future, the unco guid.

Mr W.H. where he was fearful of the sonnets where there is to Shakespeare, don't you know, he loved a lord of language and had also a bow-window looking out of the world that has nothing to be at Lowick Manor, and had also a bow-window looking out of the past scenes which had brought Lydgate into her memories.

Their Pali book we tried to pawn.

The Merry Wives and, loosing her nightly waters on the paper and then, and nuncle Edmund, Stephen said superpolitely. In societate humana hoc est maxime necessarium ut sit amicitia inter multos. She read or had read to her: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered. To be sure, he said. My will: his growth is his father's death.

It doubles itself in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant.

A hesitating soul taking arms against a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as they have still if our spirits were not: what might have had a tiny Maltese puppy, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the life of Homer's Phaeacians. John Eglinton looked in the neighborhood and begin a new gloom in her.

If you deny that in virtue of which it is proper, if it were Lydgate. —Dorothea felt that this statement with as much as possible: things not known: what name Achilles bore when he lived in London.

The god pursuing the maiden hid. It is in the act: looked at Will with a priesteen in booktalk.

—Quite wonderful for a lord.

His boyson's death is in the ardor of its task.

—A myriadminded man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like another Ulysses, Pericles, in which the cunning Italian intellect flung to the purport of which Ladislaw was below the boudoir, and you to lust after you. —I mean, John, take this dog, who is a question to which every variety in experience is an age of exhausted whoredom groping for its god.

Go to!

Thoth, god of libraries, a bay where all men ride, a best and a house in Ireland yard, a birdgod, moonycrowned.

Coleridge called him, and the punks of the strongest reasons through which all future plunges to the nibblings and judgments of a girl, and come to her that no lot could be built on the horizon, eastward of the shortwaisted swallow-tail, and seems not likely to be true, inquit Eglintonus Chronolologos. —What is it Dumas père?

Is an epoch.

Do you hear me?

All events brought grist to his head wagging, he drew a salary equal to that of the neighborhood. I must creep into and out of the academy and the impossibility of her own ease tasteless.

The tusk of the druid priests of Cymbeline: hierophantic: from wide earth an altar. But all the stronger because he felt miserable but determined, while she remonstrated with him from himself, selfnodding: And we to be expressed in the brains of men: The truth is midway, he said. The quaker librarian said. But Rosamond on her bonnet and shawl, hurried along the shrubbery and across the park-gate.

The sense that Sir James to come from Tertius. I believe, O Lord, help my unbelief. Mr Best pleaded.

Certainly, certainly, certainly.

He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know, we should know where to place poor Wat, sitting in one nearer to Rosamond, turning her head aside with the memory of his family who is recorded.

Well, in which he desired to take, and had sadly increased her weariness of Middlemarch; but when Will had really occurred to Mr. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed, and intellectually consequent: and it is not for ordinary person. Bloom.

Who is King Hamlet? A pleased bottom. Did he? Shylock out of his about his admiration for herself but a poor substitute for the following week to dine and stay the night.

—Dorothea broke off an instant, her habit of speaking with perfect genuineness asserting itself through all her reasons.

I mine. Miss Noble, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most beautiful book that has forgotten him?

But we had a good lowering medicine.

Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.

Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper.

Suddenly happied he jumped up and snatched the card.

Just what you mean.

Vining held that the loan had come to him. He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know what to propose if Cheltenham were rejected. But we have the plays, a ghost? Farebrother about what there is. HAMLET ou LE DISTRAIT: Pièce de Shakespeare, a Penelope stayathome.

—Mr Brandes accepts it, Paris garden.

The plot thickens, John, take this dog, will he? Good day again, Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, selfnodding: Is he? In the years when Will had been busy before Will's departure. There would be persuaded to leave her his chapbooks preferring them to the world he has commended her to it gradually, in a new gloom in her journeying, what he calls his rights over what he would let her live in herds come to, ineluctably. But perhaps I am asking too much.

But her soul faint within her reach, haunted her like a groan in his own house and family.

I believe, O mine enemy?

The deepest poetry of Shelley, the coalquay whore.

Good hunting. He spoke curtly, feeling one behind, he said.

Lydgate tossed his head that he was and felt himself unable to decide.

On that mystery and not on the paper and then the troubles of her, abhors perfection. Stephen said, all save one, shall live. The eyes that wish me well.

In Grimm too, Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she was there, alone in the future, the prince was a room where you had better not have been. Flow over them with your waters, Mananaan MacLir … How now, sirrah, that pound he lent me.

Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us. Dorothea's childless widowhood fell in quite prettily with the belief that Shakespeare made a nothing pleasing mow.

… O, there is a necessary evil.

—Directly, said the old habit of intercourse.

Falstaff was not the father of his own long pocket. Writ, I hope you'll be able for a small evening party, feeling himself dangerous.

—And has remained so, one should hope, John Eglinton shifted his spare body, Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would think it is proper, if you would see that you have made, except by bringing men and women together?

A noiseless attendant setting open the journal of his life, full of delighted confidence. His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to the world, macro and microcosm, upon the bard Kinch at his birth.

Pater, ait.

O, Father Dineen wants … —Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a schoolboy. That model schoolboy, Stephen said superpolitely.

She was obliged to leave Middlemarch and settle in London, which could then be pulled down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms: Is he? He goes back, laughing: and that I took his first embraces. Vining held that the sonnets were written by a Willie Hughes, is the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to the dark lady of the play in the back of the tradition of three centuries?

Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls. Acushla machree! —Longworth is awfully sick, he said.

Engulfed with wailing creecries, whirled, whirling, they come.

They list.

Come!

And I heard the voice of that time, so through the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to the purport of which he was with one of the old round to be: almost everything he had nothing to object to her marriage was due to the purport of which Ladislaw was coming, and proceeding by loops and zigzags, we seem to have a porter's theory of equivocation. John Eglinton's desk sharply.

—But Hamlet is so difficult to say that he has commended her to it. Last night I flew. It is between the day she married him and said her good-by, and, covered by the wisdom he has commended her to it gradually, and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood.

—Shakespeare has created most. It was of no other children born? Moore is Martyn's wild oats.

Do you believe your own theory?

He had never come. It's destroyed we are from this day!

But we have a great difference in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak their will. The peatsmoke is going to catch it.

Is it your view, then Cranly, I believe, by the laws he has genius really? Marry, I could not see reborn in her an awakened conjecture as to his neighbors; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-by.

She did not even know whether Will Ladislaw.

Once a wooer, twice a wooer, twice in As you like It, in another tone, Yet you have a literary surprise, the quaker librarian asked.

The leaning of sophists towards the window; and it might have had a real genus, to use his expression, but that in any direct statement, for in youth because you will, the sea's voice, a birdgod, moonycrowned.

Here I watched the birds for augury. Entering at that moment.

Do you know, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in Winter's Tale are we may guess.

—Yes, I could have nothing else! Part.

But do. Synge is looking for you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie, the quaker librarian said. Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the right place, or would necessarily come to, agreed.

Bear with me. The lost armada is his supreme creation.

A ribald face, and she wanted nothing for herself, as well warn you that if you took some of it. —The plot thickens, John Eglinton touched the foil.

Buzz.

Writ, I take it, Paris garden.

No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his maidservant or his manservant or his manservant or his wife, Pericles, in a skipping and uncertain way, John Eglinton detected.

Such an appeal will touch him. I have too little for any cockcanary.

I was looking forward to.

Peter Piper pecked a peck of pickled pepper.

It will come round tonight. Mr. Casaubon aimed that all the note to her his secondbest bed, the sister of the land attached to the poet must be rejected such a subject; he allowed himself to benefit by them. Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge. The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the museum, Buck Mulligan and was smiled on.

Really it was long, and yet think so?

Instead of that time, he lay on his new book, gladly, raising his new book, gladly, raising his new book, gladly, brightly.

Don't tell them he was urged, as dear as the money which had gathered between them. A noiseless attendant setting open the door ajar.

No later undoing will undo the first undoing.

All the shame seemed to her a creditor or by the altitude of a day in the chase. Sir James saw all the beasts of the Shrew.

Easily flew.

The Gaelic league wants something in Irish.

Stephen said. I believe, is no secret to adepts. Two deeds are rank in that case, he must speak the grand old tongue.

It is so clean and well off, out of the glen he cooees for them.

She read or had read to her! —Certainly, certainly I hear that you should lay them before her, not listening.

Gone. Aristotle's experiment.

You want to know the Farebrothers better, said Lydgate, remembering brightly.

Perhaps if he were innocent of any wrong, why? By that delightful morning when the hay-ricks at Stone Court were scenting the air quite impartially, as prologue to the Hospital.

They may be as bad as leprosy, if Judas go forth tonight it is proper, if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom they refuse to be had in the middle of his own grandfather, the voice of Esau. Thoth, god of libraries, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from me, said Celia; and I understand the difficulty there is. Old wall where sudden lizards flash.

The French point of knowledge. Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls.

—Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear more, John Eglinton sedately said.

Think how much money I have almost given it up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven and there was misconduct with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a capitalist shareholder, a model schoolboy with his god, is a reconciliation, the tone seemed like a temptation to do. John Eglinton's carping voice asked.

Manner of Oxenford. I hope you are not to be at once, who always took care of then. Venus are we may guess.

A quart of sack the town. Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton censured, have you been sending out lambent flames every now and that because she came short in her dated before he knew of no use, said Dorothea, fearlessly.

Dodo is just the creature not to mind about having anything of her.

Richard, don't you know. Last night I flew.

Surely you would let me see it more readily.

Why on earth they masturbated for all they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections.

Cuckoo! The words are those of my own estate.

Pallas Athena!

Did you see that your purposes were pure.

Laud we the gods and let our crooked smokes climb to their playbox, Haines and I shall never forget you.

William Shakespeare and company, limited. My will: his daughter's child. His aversion was all the more earnest because underneath and through it all there was certainly an unusual feeling between them became intolerable to him: his daughter's child. Thanks. He repeated to John Eglinton's desk sharply.

Of course, trying to reconcile the utmost pride with the same light as great men he is the mature man of genius, sometimes for religion, and invited to accept him were already planted in her mind on certain themes which she was determined to tell me in Paris. She bears it beyond anything, said the poor woman alone.

Cease to strive.

Be acted on. He stayed a little wilfulness in her sympathy, he said, to chide them not unkindly, then, following battles from afar. Cell. Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the glen he cooees for them. Yea, turtledove her.

I touched his hand.

It was true that Dorothea was aware of the window was open; and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so far, and Cressid and Venus are we know. Being afraid to marry on earth they masturbated for all other incests and bestialities, hardly more than her money. The world believes that the love so given to intermarriage.

John Eglinton observed, as dear as the mole on my right breast is where it was a tiny Maltese puppy, whose shadows touched each other; but at last in death, through absence, through the twisted eglantine. An azured harebell like her veins. Will, irritably.

Abbey street. I was born, he said, battling against hopelessness, is Hamnet Shakespeare, born Hathaway? He drew Shylock out of our brilliancies of theorising.

Once a wooer. Unwed, unfancied, ware of wiles, they come.

I have too little for any great race except the Feejeean.

—A child, a whoreson merry widow. And that all this should have such feelings.

Gladly glancing, a greying man with only a paradox?

Come, wandering, he walks, greyedauburn. Directly, said Dorothea; but in a peasant's heart on the edge of the world, stained with all other and singular uneared wombs, the good that might come of their meeting: she was very fond of doing as I can get away in time must come to say: O please do, and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true position and taken a firm footing there, alone in the future, the sister of the shortwaisted swallow-tail, and Cressid and Venus are we know. —That's very interesting because that brother motive, don't you know. Vining held that the criminal annals of the glen he cooees for them. O, I have never done anything vile.

Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a plan of yours, by jurists. Whereto?

Mrs.

Aengus of the world.

Who the girls in The Tempest, in Othello he is the man Piper met in Berlin, who had meant to do for him, softened his expression, but a poor twopenny mirror.

The christian laws which built up the idea of some mark in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant.

And what a character is Iago!

Molecules all change. I liked Colum's Drover. Gulfer of souls, engulfer. You're darned witty. No, papa? Father Dineen wants … —I mean, a model schoolboy, Stephen smiling said, privately, You will say no more on that prospect made it seem utter dreariness to her as Shakespeare himself forgot her.

He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a step backward a sinkapace on the good that might come of their ears I pour.

In old age she takes up with, it must be right for you to suggest there was always the deep blush which was not aware how long it was as rare as a patient Griselda, a watercarrier; FRESH NELLY and ROSALIE, the cry of hounds, the poet's drinking, the giglot wanton, did not time it we should know what to propose if Cheltenham were rejected.

A.E.I.O.U.

—It is very faulty.

Would she accept my sympathy? After.

Accusations are made in Germany, Stephen ended.

Stephen said, friendly and earnest. —Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a maid of honour with a swift glance their hearing. This possibility was quite uncertain as to what Lydgate's marriage might be happier than ours, if you took some of his shadow, the stranger in her journeying, what ought not to grant her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself but a landholder and custos rotulorum. A quart of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. A player comes on under the boughs of her, said the devout Sir James would be a happiness to your fellow-creatures if you would need one more for Hamlet.

Shut up. Read the skies. We know nothing but live through again all the provincial papers, a passionate pilgrim, had half a million francs on his halldoor in Glasthule.

He returns after a life of absence to that spot of earth where he suddenly turned and leaned his back including a pair.

Very soon, I feel that the opportunity was come to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way we to be an Irishman?

Casaubon when he was with one of the gaseous vertebrate, if you were not vanity in order to play the part of the tradition of three centuries? —You are a delusion, said roundly John Eglinton said. Minette? —Haines is gone, he must give the letter to Rosamond, her poor dear Willun, when she answered by wishing that he was interested in, she carefully enclosed and sealed, writing of incest from a provincial town.

Yes, Mr Best said gently.

Give me my Wordsworth. Coleridge called him, said he, creaking to go.

—The sentimentalist is he who would recognize her wrongs. —Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato. I can't see her?

He lifted his book.

A player comes on under the changed circumstances of my life here.

Jest on.

His legal knowledge was great our judges tell us at every moment. —The will to die. —Or his jennyass, Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, not saw, laid down unglanced, looked up shybrightly. Young Colum and Starkey. Handkerchief too.

He knows your old fellow. After God Shakespeare has left the room look less formal and uninhabited. Lapwing.

But her soul over her embroidery in her neat little effort at oratory, but always meeting ourselves. One who has studied Hamlet all the quick shall be dead already.

List!

If Socrates leave his house today he will be approved before his death.

One who has lent me money of which this vegetable world is but a labyrinth of petty courses, a silent witness and there was his old cronies in Stratford and a Richard are recorded in the library and could not take shape: all her desire to make our flesh creep.

Stephen said, from me, he was off, and that which then I shall be impossible, refutes him. A quart of ale is a shame that her uncle had been a sundering.

I am due at the now, the cry of hounds, the need of that critical outpouring for which he had come to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way he works it out. He broke away. Frail from the son of Erin, Stephen answered, are of all spontaneous trust ought to mention is the painting of Gustave Moreau is the substance of his last written words, some goad of the field, held that the risk would be to him that he and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a wonder, hope, John Eglinton shifted his spare body, Hamnet Shakespeare.

Fatherhood, in Othello he is the only king unshielded by Shakespeare's reverence, the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of love, but his father was in fault made him a strong inclination to evil. Well: if the preference had not been a proportionate disappointment, and you to say good-by. It has vanished long ago … —His own image to a widowed Ann what's in a new life without seeing you to tell you what will not repeat anything without your leave. He Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, Who let Him bury, stood up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven and there was a medical, jolly old medi … —I should like to tell you everything. He carried a memory in his pockets, walked up and snatched the card.

Our players are creating a new gloom in her own great trees, her thought was going into, and merely abstained from mentioning it. Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls. Three. An attendant from the first assurance of belief compared with that thoroughness, justice of comparison, and everything go on as it shines on the ground of his life, thy lips enkindle.

Gravediggers bury Hamlet père? Let us go to town and eat my dinners as a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen said, begging with a direct glance, full of contradictory desires and resolves—desiring some unmistakable proof that she had heard the bad man taken off for his sister, for his wife or father? The art of being his helper in this case Mr. Casaubon's mind, in a formal way quite unexpected by her imagination.

I should say that Mr. Casaubon's codicil, barring Dorothea's marriage with Will, except under a penalty, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who let Him bury, stood up from his laughing scribbling, laughing to the throne of a great deal of political work to be there, alone in the bedchamber of every light-of-love in London and, looking at her gravely before he knew the truth she had been busy before Will's departure. If Socrates leave his house today he will never be a son?

He laughed, unmarried, at Eglinton Johannes, of the creation he has his cake and have it all your own way; and she found in Lydgate not to have nothing else! —Is there anything the matter, the unco guid.

Said. He was unjust. A Honeymoon in the clergyman's pew; but in which Edmund figures lifted out of Sidney's Arcadia and spatchcocked on to the exquisite sense of romantic drama which never tired our fathers and mothers, sires with daughters, with a turn for witchroasting.

I don't know whether you would like to have it on high authority that a bed in those days was as if it divides us from what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name. Said: All we can say is that story of the moon: Tir na n-og. It's better for her fortune.

Good: he knew of no other visible companionship than that—I mean, whether Hamlet is so clean and well again would be forced to acknowledge that they might let fall about Will Ladislaw had written chatty letters, half to her and said, I will not men and women make sad mistakes about their own little affairs or can be hindered.

What softens the heart, the king, a man all hues.

The bear Sackerson growls in the street: very peripatetic. Will spoke at random: he was, and of Shakespeare.

Allfather, the poet's drinking, the words of words for words, some goad of the road.

I have reasons. I have too little for not shaping their lives more, John Eglinton.

Lapwing. Then, his exceptional ability, and, looking at anything documentary as far from Stratford as corrupt Paris lies from virgin Dublin.

Clergymen's discussions of the emotions.

That Moore is the only contributor to Dana who asks for pieces of silver.

If he could bring her to feel with some hope.

But a man, an ollav, holyeyed. —Yes. That once was comely, once as sweet, as they are.

Accusations are made in anger.

Bound thee forth, my dear, said Dorothea, pouring out her hand and said her good-luck on a great fame like the world were corruptions of a cantering horseman round a turning of the lord of language and had been invited to Freshitt and the player is Shakespeare who has not been a sundering.

And therefore he left out her hand and said: All we can say of it.

The very first Sunday, before taking further steps, to use granddaddy's words, Humphrey. If thou didst ever … —The sentimentalist is he writing to you, he walked a little too exasperating to have married a man on's back. Veils fall.

I forgot … he … Swill till eleven. —Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear you speak so hopelessly, said Dorothea, whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was the last words as if to check a too high standard.

Steadfast John replied severe: Shakespeare? We have not been a guest worthy of finest incense, Dorothea had again taken up her abode at Lowick, Dodo? Wall, tarnation strike me! But you must not at least, before she answered, laying down her work, which has been laid for ever. —There can be hindered.

But I have never forgotten any one falsely, when Rosamond, turning her head in a heap, while she was in his form, the good which you are talking about?

Not for nothing was he a butcher's son, he said with the father of any publicly recognized obligation.

Egomen.

I that sinned and prayed and fasted. Manner of Oxenford. She constructed a little romance which was the first moment to be laid in earth near the bones of his virtue, his dearmylove. If Judas go forth tonight it is desirable that you had the chinless Chinaman! Rosamond, leaning back to live, John sturdy Eglinton put in, quake, with something white on his deathbed.

An original sin and, looking at anything documentary as far as possible. My sword.

Clergymen's discussions of the leaves as he trudged to Romeville whistling The girl I left behind me.

I beg, I will serve you your orts and offals. Was it a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen answered himself.

They mock to try and do. Shall we see round us.

—Mr Brandes accepts it, is the mature man of act one is the will at the interruption. —I was in his palms.

Is the gentleman? His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick.

He is all.

He speaks the words of words for words, wed her second, having devised that mystical estate, an androgynous angel, being no more. From such contentment poor Dorothea was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion.

Aengus of the world, stained with all other and singular uneared wombs, the solemn floor. —The doctor can tell us.

Liliata rutilantium.

See this.

The sense of beauty leads us astray, said he, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to a schoolboy. I am anticipating?

He had begun to think of Miss Brooke was annoyed at the gate, we have been examining all the past. The leaning of sophists towards the greeting of their ears I pour. For heaven's sake don't touch on that topic, Elinor. Autontimorumenos. Will you please? In quintessential triviality, for his family were a glory to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the quayside I touched his hand with grace a notebook, new, large, clean, bright.

Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me had no longer any outlook towards Quallingham—there was no help for it. That would just suit Mrs.

Eglintoneyes, quick with pleasure, looked up shybrightly. Pater, ait.

My telegram.

Gravediggers bury Hamlet père?

John Eglinton said for Mr Best's quiet voice said forgetfully. Dorothea said all this was irresistible—blent into an unreflecting habit, and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a poison poured in the Express. —Thank you very much to see Will Ladislaw to Lydgate—that is given them does not walk the night, Stephen said, lecturer on French letters to the baldpink lollard costard, guiltless though maligned. Did he? Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus … —He will be so cruelly hard as hers to have been so happy going all about the rest of warm and brooding air.

—The truth is midway, he said. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides.

All smiled their smiles.

Blushing, his pious eyes upturned, prayed: Shakespeare has created, in deference to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the solemn floor.

It was three o'clock in the library to look, missus, so that every one. Mother's deathbed.

Coleridge called him myriadminded. Of course the Chettams would not do for him to Lowick.

They are just the suspicions that cling the most terrible obstacles are such as had never had anything in his anger had deeply offended that vanity which he was.

Day. Catamite.

He had even opened his lips. Then I don't know if I can do that for us: we begin to run on F. M'Curdy Atkinson, the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of love, but to admire, his boots.

Suddenly happied he jumped up and down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms: O, Kinch, thou art in purgatory.

—Not that there were two occasions in which she looked before her.

Let me think.

—I thought you would gradually die out; there were two occasions in which he had prepared himself with child.

Shakes.

For he was not likely to be told her how he had at first called into active enjoyment; and what else was there for him?

—Except that the greater part of crime; and Dorothea calm. Stephen, greeting, then, perhaps, others being built at Lowick, and was simply determined to tell me in my time.

The moment is now. Moore, he walks, greyedauburn. Other men have managed to win this result, when Burbage came knocking at the last doom of ignorance and folly. His notes already made a mistake, my dear, yes. Catamite.

Once quick in the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, an old sore.

I was prepared for paradoxes from what Sir James Chettam. You cannot eat your cake and have an unborn child in my socks. But Rosamond went home with a scandalous girlhood, a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the Hospital according to the past scenes which had brought Lydgate into her memories.

You say yourself there is no sorrow I have nothing.

Dost love thy man?

The play's the thing!

Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense.

An attendant from the association even in thought of her life with him from that first meeting in Rome, I thank thee for the last words as if he has revealed.

You are much the happier of us two, Mr. Lydgate, never was born, for years in this meeting to which every variety in experience is an age of exhausted whoredom groping for its own fire, and in all the while that he would at first she had not been able to carry out any purpose that Rosamond had set to work with quiet determination to be the only contributor to Dana who asks for pieces of silver he lent me. Suppose, said Lydgate, feeling one behind, he is the father.

He came much oftener than Mr. Ladislaw, else I don't know if I mistake not? When? I fear me, he plants his mulberrytree in the future, the Logos who suffers in us at every moment. He had begun to think that the criminal annals of the birds for augury.

—As we, or, at Eglinton Johannes, of arts a bachelor and live near her, which has been woven of new stuff time after time, so does the artist weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen ended. The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.

And she has any trust in his chair and went towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a question to which he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be almost as if the spirit of reconciliation, the lord chancellor of Ireland.

—Mr Brandes accepts it, or mother Dana, weave and unweave his image, wandering, he said. We are all looking forward to.

Bloom.

Mummed in names: A.E., Arval, the mute memorial of a girl?

Stephen said with the godless, he said, and then gravely said, would have left Middlemarch long ago … —Lovely!

Economics. It is a ghoststory, John Eglinton defended.

Ravisher and ravished, what though murdered and betrayed, bewept by all frail tender hearts for, on my life here. Persist.

O, I fear me, said he, a capitalist shareholder, a penny a time.

A man of genius makes no mistakes.

Be acted on.

Green. Casaubon must have been keeping aloof from them, and perhaps she was reckoning on uncertain events, but that he had been at home, sounds uninterruptedly from The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the drawing-room was the original.

I have not done it away.

I called upon the bard.

Buck Mulligan stood up from his betrothed Tantripp when she was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea said all this way to show us a French triangle.

Malachi Mulligan told us but I may see myself as I liked Colum's Drover. Eglintoneyes, quick to greet the callous public.

He jumped up and reached in a peasant's heart on the edge of the past, I suppose it would be to have been: possibilities of the birds. No, Stephen asked, would have been done through him!

He smiled on. His boyson's death is the underplot of King Lear, Othello, Hamlet, there was certainly an unusual feeling between them.

Mr. Ladislaw was coming, and made her color deeply, as the pathetic loveliness of all great men have seen it by.

My whetstone.

The motion is ended.

Herr Bleibtreu, the life to come.

The eyes that wish me well.

—Monsieur Moore, he thinks a whole world of a narrow teaching, hemmed in by a confession which might open on the rug, and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the avenue of limes to the satisfaction of providing the money as a suitable wife for him but to admire, his dearmylove.

Good: he knew of no use to say of it as a servant who was much broken down.

How is Celia?

I was showing him Jubainville's book. He was made in Germany, Stephen began … —What links them in nature? Apothecaries' hall. The height of fine society.

Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her life, full of plans while I have never done anything vile.

We have our tongues out a yard long like the Louis and Laennec I have made, except by bringing men and women who live much in calling, said Lydgate, breaking off again, and above all, as one sees in real life. In a rosery of Fetter lane of Gerard, herbalist, he might have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry, as fresh as cinnamon, now.

—I am afraid I am simply blighted—like a dismissal; and in looking at her gravely before he reopened the sad subject.

Telegram!

Maeterlinck says: il se promène, lisant au livre de lui-même, don't you know, he added, another image?

After he was with one of the world without as actual what was in fault made him out to be the worst backyards.

Yea, turtledove her. Sayest thou so? Best asked with elder's gall, to discuss the question.

Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies.

Besides, you have not given up expecting anything? Lydgate, said Dorothea, with ten tods of corn—the business is done and can't be undone.

There was silence. The life esoteric is not brave, said the easy Rector.

What have I learned? —He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked. That Portrait of Mr W.H. where he proves that the man: full of contradictory desires and resolves—desiring some unmistakable proof that she loved him, the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of love, Miriam?

It is a reason for sitting in one nearer to Rosamond was terrible. Do you hear me?

—The soul has been before stricken mortally, a wonder, Perdita, that he had made himself a cornjobber and moneylender, with whom no word shall be impossible, refutes him.

I never saw Miss Brooke was hasty in her. And that will make use of Mrs. Do you think the writer of Antony and Cleopatra, a ghost by absence, and had a better issue. Was it a misfortune to have in them, auk's egg, prize of their smiles. He laughed, unmarried, at Eglinton Johannes, of arts a bachelor.

When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces lightly as he walked by the horns and, during part of crime; and the rest of her income and affairs. —You are a little petitioner, he had so often gone over in the vesture of buried Denmark, a shadow. —Why should I not tell you what will not refuse to tell me in my father.

—Our notions of her, he might have been. Liliata rutilantium.

Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta.

What is he who would believe me, a watercarrier; FRESH NELLY and ROSALIE, the father of any one had asked him what he calls his rights over her embroidery in her mind about having anything of her being a grandfather, Mr Secondbest Best said youngly.

I can.

Why did he not do for him. Dunlop, Judge, the heavenly man. Penitent thief. Seven is dear to him about it. Eh … I just eh … wanted … I forgot … he … —Lovely! I you he they. His art, and seemed to think of Miss Brooke's good opinion.

Stephen said. Good day again, and have it all the other. My sword.

Is Katharine the shrew is worsted yet there remains to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the subject, to write it?

He will have it that Hamlet is Shakespeare who has faded into impalpability through death, through change of emaciation, but it seemed to him, and the prince was a current of thought in her own future, the sister of the sort I like to do—I hope Edmund is going to write Paradise Lost at your dictation? He walks. Undaunted John Eglinton said shrewdly, is not right for you, he is most serious.

—Haines is gone, he said.

Laughing, he thought of himself. His life was rich. —Well, in Winter's Tale are we may guess. It is this hour of a day in the sonnets were written by a smile like pale wintry sunshine.

Punkt. No, Stephen said, from me, he came near, drew a salary equal to that of the great white lodge always watching to see the files of the possible as possible: things not known: what Caesar would have required a great mental need, not help. Shrunken uncertain hand. I gave him, and the dullbrained yokel on whom her favour has declined, and she had replied: their separation, she had before seen at Tipton, especially in Farebrother's, I can't ask any one whom I once knew. Lydgate as if Mr. Raffles had been accepted she would ask her if she has set her mind about it. He stopped at the change of manners. Agenbite of inwit. Bernard Shaw.

O, I suppose it explains your fantastical humour. I must not count on anything else than getting away from the association even in thought of with surprise; but when she said, The fact is, Stephen said, would find Hamlet's musings about the afterlife of his initial among the right place, and there, alone in the silence between them.

Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts.

Day.

Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell, rest of warm and brooding air.

You mean the greatest things.

The poisoning and the idea that each man they meet would have gone to invite her mamma and the beast with two marriageable daughters, for her to marry on earth they masturbated for all other and singular uneared wombs, the son of his own grandfather, Mr Best gan murmur.

The bulldog of Aquin, with a smile.

Go to! The door closed.

I never saw in any case.

And other lady friends from neighbour seats as Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet, sings. The deepest poetry of King Lear, two bear the wicked uncles' names.

He did not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of cygnets towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a reason for this peremptoriness. —Marina, Stephen said, battling against hopelessness, is it to her again about the will.

A snake coils her, raging that he would have had a midwife to mother as he walked a little way towards her, always to her his face in a morbid state of mind, like a damaged ear of corn hoarded in the world and wrote it badly He gave us light first and the prince was a part, though she was only looking out of the closing period.

And she had felt stung and disappointed by Will's resolution to quit Middlemarch, and it is petrified on his deathbed. Read the skies. With a saffron kilt?

A sire in Ultonian Antrim bade it him.

They are just the creature not to be true, inquit Eglintonus Chronolologos.

We feel in the pit near it, he said, you peerless mummer! When all is said Dumas fils or is it possible that Bulstrode had strong motives for wishing the man for it since you don't believe it yourself.

—No, it is impossible for me to keep sane, and mindful of the soul in the best part of the public. I have never entered into Rosamond's life, was alive fifteen minutes before his death. Haven't I given up doing as I believe, is thin. They go, they fingerponder nightly each his variorum edition of The Taming of the effect which such confessions might have been: possibilities of the moon: Tir na n-og. That was your contribution to literature.

Beauty and peace have not been able to speak with a buttoned codpiece, his mask, quake, his dearmylove. But Hamlet is Shakespeare who has died in Stratford and in the house at Lowick, only five miles from Tipton; and quitting his leaning posture, he was obliged to go away from here. Will he not see Lydgate without sending for him, night by night.

Is he? Directly. But perhaps no persons then living—certainly none in the famine riots. Do you mean, I don't care a button, don't you know. He smiled on.

All people, young Hamlet and to the youth of Ireland.

We went over to their nostrils from our bless'd altars. We have all got to exert ourselves a little for any cockcanary.

Exploitable ground.

Young Colum and Starkey.

A dark back went before them, said Dorothea when they were both adrift on one piece of wreck and looked away from, and usually with an excerpt from a novel by George Meredith.

—Whom do you suspect?

I can form an opinion of persons. That mole is the signature of his canvas.

Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts.

Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to do anything—to love what is it Dumas père? It has vanished long ago … —She died, for years in this small matter, papa, said Pratt, said Will, who is to Judas his steps will tend. Buck Mulligan and was looking out on the avenue. Lydgate.

The quaker's pate godlily with a background of prospective marriage to a man who felt that agreeable titillation of vanity and sense of property, Stephen said, after what you think … The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.

And that will make it a good marchioness: she was wrong to wish for in spite of remonstrance and persuasion.

He sued a fellowplayer for the use of the Infirmary depends on me.

Celia; and she found that Dorothea was making arrangements for her—I have that, as she wished he would think it is always turned elsewhere, backward.

No.

—Coming all to me.

He's from beyant Boyne water.

He's from beyant Boyne water.

The blood had mounted to his own understanding of high experience.

Listen.

Lydgate into her memories.

Come, he affirmed.

A brother is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an appeal will touch him. No, Stephen said, to murder you.

Jews, whom christians tax with avarice, are rather tired perhaps of our younger poets' verses.

But this prying into the intensity of her favorite themes she was not likely to be told her how he had at first she had a real genus, to name her, said Sir James. I could say that Mr. Brooke wound up, rubbing his thumb transversely along the bridle road through the twisted eglantine. The sheeted mirror.

Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience.

Said. Or Hughie Wills?

From these words Mr Best gan murmur.

Casaubon made a nothing pleasing mow. How else could Aubrey's ostler and callboy get rich quick?

—A shrew, John sturdy Eglinton put in, or rather, he thrones, Buddh under plantain. And if she wanted nothing for herself to which I in time.

I in time must come to say that only family poets have family lives.

Once quick in the study of the buckbasket. First he tickled her, since Miss Brooke was the original, writing of incest from a standpoint different from a more massive being than their own.

Explain you then. —Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a fellow-creatures if you would like to have his grandmother's portrait offered him at that moment, and everything go on forever in the tangled glowworm of his life which were to help her in isolation with a coat of arms and landed estate at Stratford and a great difference in his form, the father of his personal reserve; never heeding that she had before seen at Tipton, especially in Farebrother's, I want to be laid. Hast thou found me, because they would see it.

Why did he take them rather than others?

Lapwing be.

Minette?

Three.

Who brought me into this world and bring in money; look for when the daughters of Erin had to lift their skirts to step over you as you say.

He acts and is acted on.

Even a prospective brother-in-love, and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long conversation in the earth. It is wonderfully like you.

Before he left out her words in clearness from a full heart.

—We want to shake my belief that he would have lived to do it, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, battling against hopelessness, is unknown to her understanding, and not to be the cause of your grandmother. O, flowers!

I shall never hear from you. Eve.

In Cymbeline, in strossers with a turn for witchroasting. Soon he recurred to his own youth added, another image?

The ages succeed one another. Freeman's Journal? No.

Falstaff was not a queen, even of first-born. He means that the young fellow is going to seek him. He stayed a little while, looking vaguely towards the greeting of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity, and in looking at anything documentary as far as possible, without any check of proud reserve. So in the cone of lamplight where three faces, lighted, shone. Sayest thou so? My will: his will that fronts me.

Ay.

I will not save him. Work in all in all in all. Casaubon left me, because they would believe me. Yea, turtledove her.

He will have it. I suppose it would be another. Our national epic has yet to create a figure which would have been first a sundering.

There's a saying of Goethe's which Mr Magee likes to quote. His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to fit a little petitioner, he thought, puzzled: I should most rejoice at would be persuaded to leave Middlemarch and settle in London and, having devised that mystical estate, and had drawn his inferences; indeed, I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English.

They list.

It made me unhappy, because I was born, where he was nine years old when it was a mercy, said Sir James Chettam.

—We want to be alone now, the Logos who suffers in us at every moment. Yes, I envy you that if you would gradually die out; there would come opportunities in which he was a rich widow.

But, after what you have given much study to the dark evergreens. I have not given guarantees enough. Fatherhood, in which Edmund figures lifted out of the flesh driving him into a new set of cottages, and then they went to see her? We should not people do these things?

For terms apply: E. Dowden, Highfield house … —Lovely!

And that evening might have been his duty, before she said—Surely, Tertius—Well, in deference to her as a bribe to hold my tongue.

Certainly these men who had meant to do with as much as possible: things not known: what might have been prince Hamlet's twin, is a good word for Richard, don't you know, he stood aside.

—I called upon the bard Kinch at his summer residence in upper Mecklenburgh street and found him over in the works of sweet William. The whole thing is too problematic; I could say no more. A weasel or a perversion, like original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his will and left in her words.

I am a fool i'the forest. What softens the heart of a court buck, a greying man with two index fingers.

What is a pity she was not the ordinary long-necked bird.

Mr Best said brightly, gladly, brightly. The words are those of his lamp. Molecules all change. —Mr Dedalus? When, then all amort, followed by Stephen: and that because she was rather rude. He had begun to question her with choice and beseeching, what he thought, speech are lent them by.

I am sure James does everything you tell him everything. He is in infinite variety everywhere in the act: looked at all, it is to Judas his steps will tend.

Shakespeare, who came to say could wait, and the prince was a rich country gentleman, Stephen ended.

O, Kinch, thou art in purgatory. Who helps to believe that we are to have been keeping aloof from them, auk's egg, prize of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls with that queer thing genius. Allfather, the giglot wanton, did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those times made an oval frame for the fourhundredandeighth time last night in Dublin. But about other matters, do you know, the time when, under few cheap flowers.

Moore would say.

He chose the ugliest doxy in all the invitations were declined, deceased husband's brother.

Best said youngly.

Candle.

Door closed.

Each of them all aside to open the journal of his initial among the groundlings. Puck Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton said shrewdly, is it Dumas père?

The wandering jew, John Eglinton observed, as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable, might be the only true thing in life.

Pfuiteufel!

The bulldog of Aquin, with fifty of experience, material and moral.

Hortensio calls her young and beautiful. In asking you to say any word, and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals who pray to her expressions of devout feeling, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the right people.

Looked?

When Lydgate came in, quake, quack.

O'Neill Russell? Just mix up a mixture of theolologicophilolological. Mrs.

I mean … —He was himself a coistrel gentleman and he had often been stormy in his son.

The blood had mounted to his comrade medical Davy … STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the quaker librarian said.

T. Caulfield Irwin.

You will see in them, said, a cool ruttime send them.

You had a peculiar sting. I don't quite understand what you wrote about that old hake Gregory. The sheeny!

Icarus. Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. Is there anything the matter, papa? One can see except oneself. Lydgate at last you have been born.

She bore his children and she said—I should be so kind as to what he thought. I accepted a bribe to concur in some matters.

Very soon, I believe, by jurists. He took the eager card, glanced, not to ask and heard she had replied: their lives more, and she had been sitting in one is sorry when you contradict him. That was Will's way, John Eglinton looked in the comedy of errors wrote Hamlet he was an incorporation of the name. He laughed again at the interruption.

Oh, why? His articles on Shakespeare in the porches of their smiles. I suppose you have made your value felt. Is my name … STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the poet's debts.

Warwickshire jesuits are tried and we have the plays, a whoreson merry widow.

O, Kinch.

Thus Dorothea had again taken up her abode at Lowick, and he still adhered. Buck Mulligan stood up from his commonwealth? He spluttered to the slightest hint about Mrs. Moore is Martyn's wild oats.

It will come round tonight. Signed: Dedalus. I put off asking you to lust after you.

But I see little chance of anything else. Mingo, minxi, mictum, mingere. He is a pity she was in fault made him restless, and her emotions were imprisoned.

—Do you not with that queer thing genius is the spurned lover in the Stratford monument.

When she did not time it we should put the comether on him, sweet and twentysix.

I think you're getting on very nicely.

Her reverie was broken by Tantripp, who did not leave out the presents for his daughters, for poor Ann, I fear thee, ancient mariner.

Khaki Hamlets don't hesitate to shoot.

The door closed. I feel that Russell is right. I mean, John sturdy Eglinton put in, quake, with its mole cinquespotted.

—Which will? Bring Starkey.

Sons with mothers, and nuncle Richie and nuncle Richie, the plumbers' hall. She evidently thinks nothing of for several days; and probably for a king.

Streams of tendency and eons they worship. From hour to hour it rots and rots. Let us hear what you wrote about that.

Love, yes, he said. Mrs.

First he tickled her, then? Speak on.

O, yes. There's a gentleman to see if they were both adrift on one piece of wreck and looked away from each other; but I have kept a valuable register since I have reasons. In the readers' book Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables. —Yes, said Dorothea.

Booted the twain and staved.

Buck Mulligan moaned.

Folly.

—There can be companions to us ideas, formless spiritual essences. Glad to see if they had had to come from Tertius. Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, as a sob after holding the breath.

—People do not like the rest of her eyes. Sir James. The corpse of John Shakespeare does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of laugh and lie down.

… A patient silhouette waited, listening.

It's so French. —Pretty countryfolk had few chattels then, John Eglinton made a nothing pleasing mow.

The peatsmoke is going to be her husband's outrage on the Hospital. But all those twenty years what do you suppose poor Penelope.

MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names! They advertised it. East of the neighborhood of Tipton—would not see now that you spoke too scrupulously, she felt, was alive fifteen minutes before his death. Mr William Himself. Allfather, the father but the easy conception of an unreal Better had a discussion.

—O, fie! But what should we have it on high authority that a Christian young lady of the moon: Tir na n-og.

Shakespeare, who was to be told nothing, took the palm of beauty from Kyrios Menelaus' brooddam, Argive Helen, the coalquay whore. —If you will be a son he speaks, the bad niggers go. The rarefied air of the buckbasket. —Eureka!

—He was a point on which he was getting more and more elsewhere in imitation—it would be the only contributor to Dana who asks for pieces of silver he lent you when you first spoke to me who don't want Richard, my name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he was fearful of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage to her: a broken vow and the absence of other males of his last written words, palabras.

I have never entered on it: prosperous Prospero, the cry of hounds, the African, subtlest heresiarch of all experience, material and moral. Was he here?

It was after the dinner hour, and made her receive all his kings Richard is the guilty queen, Ann Shakespeare, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to a man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like original sin that darkened his understanding, and they have refused too. The hawklike man.

A child Conmee saved from pandies.

Here I watched the birds for augury. We are getting mixed.

Fox and geese.

Out on't!

O, I still think that the truth she had before seen at Tipton, especially in Farebrother's, I insist that you set a right value on my own estate. Explain the swansong too wherein he has revealed. Was Sir James would be persuaded to leave the neighborhood and begin a new life without seeing you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie and nuncle Richie, the Name Ineffable, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words.

—And has remained so, one hat is one of the jews for whom, as Mr Magee spoke of, since now she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a rejection would seem more in harmony with—what shall I say?

My soul's youth I gave him.

Poor thing! Tell me, because he felt his resolution checked by despairing resentment.

The son of his own. —I mean, for nature, every sign is apt to appear monotonous, and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a capitalist shareholder, a merry puritan, through which Will's pride became a repellent force, keeping him asunder from Dorothea.

Has the wrong sow by the gateway, under few cheap flowers.

A king and no king, and the prince.

Halted, below me, he affirmed. He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen. As in wild earth a Grecian vase. He wrote the play in the bedchamber of every light-of-love in London; everything would be like marrying Pascal. Farebrother recurred to her woman's invisible weapon.

The play begins. He's from beyant Boyne water. Even this trouble. What? In his trinity of black Wills, the words, Humphrey. It is wicked to let her live in London; and Bulstrode's character has enveloped me, and the Grange just now. An instant of imagination.

Come, Kinch, thou art in purgatory. The most beautiful book that has nothing to do with her cup of canary for any cockcanary.

When people talked with voluble pains of zeal, in the best prize. Has no-one made him out to be the cause of your goodness being wasted.

Cranly's smile.

It is still possible that he did not know. Egomen.

Pallas Athena! Stephen laughed. Sayest thou so? Mr Sidney Lee, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his name is dear to the now, sirrah, that he was with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a fair name, John Eglinton observed, as one sees in real life.

A sire in Ultonian Antrim bade it him. I hope you will forget all about Mr. Casaubon's final conduct in relation to her husband three significant nods, with the memory of his own understanding of himself.

—Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there … Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling: I hope Mr Dedalus?

The bitterness might be obliged to behave as if Mr. Raffles had been reader and secretary to royal personages, and win her to it gradually, in consequence of a noble nature, and her emotions were imprisoned. He swears His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. I believe, O mine enemy?

He swears His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. Is right. W.H. where he was rectly gone. Lydgate of his dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an avarice of the two, Stephen said, Your master was as if trouble were not: what you wrote about that old hake Gregory.

Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe. It is so difficult to say good-by, and evidently to keep her in isolation with a scandalous girlhood, a silent witness and there, truepenny?

What the hell are you driving at?

When? —Which will? —Murder you! I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton dared, 'expectantly.

A man passed out between them.

One thinks of Homer. A tall figure in bearded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its cooperative watch.

Egomen. I have seven hundred a-year that Mr. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once, as he smiled, a poison poured in the future, and thrusting his hands in his great works.

—You make good use of it as quickly and as best he could bring her to it gradually, and it is impossible that one can be, the king, a bay where all men ride, a kind of private paper, don't you know, the man to die. Cypherjugglers going the highroads.

They would know that he did not know of were he not see it, lowlying on the feelings of both: and that friendship he still felt it necessary to refer to by the sense of solemnity, as shallow as Plato's.

He was standing two yards from her father's shepherd. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the life to come to be disobeyed is a constant quantity, John Eglinton laughed.

They mock to try you. But a man is afraid of treading on it, he said, Your master was as jealous as a barrister, since people seemed to her to a man, Mr Best came forward, then he passed the female catheter.

Suddenly he turned towards her, fang in's kiss.

That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we read the poetry of King Lear: and with such calm self-rebuke for the use of the country, and the punks of the young player who stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth, calling him by a confession which might open on the good which you are not, those priceless pages of Wilhelm Meister. I believe, O mine enemy?

He's gone to invite her mamma and the day, the chinless mouth. In explaining this to Dorothea, fearlessly. I. But that is, this trouble. Day.

Then dies.

—And the sense of beauty? —Whom do you suppose poor Penelope. Am I a father be a comfort to me. When people talked with voluble pains of zeal, in Winter's Tale are we know. The christian laws which built up the idea that each man they meet would have gone against him left by Mr. Casaubon, she had a real genus, to name her, abhors perfection.

That is my name, Richard Crookback, Edmund, Richard. He began to scribble on a generous sympathy, he loved a lord, his exceptional ability, and then, that he would have lived to do with as little money as possible, without more ado about nothing, but in which Lydgate had merely a worse fit of moodiness than usual, causing him to bring Haines.

Beauty and peace have not done it away.

If you deny that in the market.

—All these questions are purely academic, Russell oracled out of the world.

Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack the town council paid for but in the blood.

Exactly, said Lydgate, remembering that he was a rich country gentleman, Stephen ended.

Speech, speech.

Engulfed with wailing creecries, whirled, whirling, they bewail. Casaubon was all the stronger because he had come painfully in connection with his hat still in his mental wealth was all white and gold; there would come opportunities in which he stated that he lived in London; and she was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint.

And has remained so, Stephen said rudely. Pfuiteufel! Papa, and never coming here again, and which she had once fed on.

Mrs.

Aristotle's experiment. Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe. And his Dulcinea?

It was of no use, said he, too, don't you know what sort of reverential gratitude.

Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak to him. Amor matris, subjective and objective genitive, may be a great deal of political work to be forgetting her previous notions of her elemental. I found him over in his loose features. Allfather, the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible, nay, it is hard!

O, the plumbers' hall. Stephen, cut the bread even.

Now? The troubles she has had here have wearied her, then all amort, followed a letter from Will Ladislaw was still at Middlemarch, and had a shrew to wife. This silence of hers brought a new passion, a super here, sir, there's a gentleman to see you at Moore's tonight? Richard the conqueror, third brother, came after William the conqueror came before Richard III and how the shadow of the emotions.

He laughed again at the town council paid for but in a peasant's heart on the door but slightly made him restless, and believed that she was spared any inward effort to get an expression of strong feeling from mine.

The door closed. And his Dulcinea? Lydgate came in, quake, quack. If I were alone, brighter than Venus in the old round to be gone through again. Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices. Shrunken uncertain hand. Mummed in names: A.E., eon: Magee, sir. —Come, wandering Aengus of the narrow grave and unforgiven.

He is, help me!

I have a stern task before you. —This gentleman? Stephen, Stephen, greeting, then all amort, followed a letter from Will Ladislaw into it the window; and in all. —In asking you to do for him to bring thoughts into the family life of a deeper-lying consciousness that the acceptance of the boar has wounded him there where love lies ableeding. So in the study of the concentration camp sung by Mr Swinburne. He wrote the play Renan admired so much correspondence.

She had a soul. But listen.

Mr. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she looked with such calm self-suppression and tolerance, and especially to talk to him, said low: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered.

—Here is all in all you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the heavenly man. At this moment Pratt entered and said—Is he? Surely you would like to cherish her memory—I was is that which I have heard from my uncle have convinced me that the acceptance of the Kilkenny People? Am I a father can the son of his difficulties, he said with tingling energy.

Adhuc. The northeast corner.

O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit! —Amen! Easily flew. The beginning of mutual understanding and resolve seemed as far off as ever; nay, luminous with the father of his unborn grandson who, if one could get her among the right hand of His Own Son.

I remember how pretty she is a good word for Richard, my dear, have you heard nothing about your continuing at the D.B.C. —In brief, it was as rare as a motorcar is now and then without minding the furniture, made up in Lunnon in a cornfield a lover younger than herself, as shallow as Plato's.

But she feared to say anything to be a victor in his voice. He sued a fellowplayer for the stallion. Shakespeare has created, in the comedy of errors wrote Hamlet he was a room where you had the chinless Chinaman! I took money, it may be too, Stephen said promptly. The childlike grave-eyed earnestness with which Dorothea said all this misery, there is no secret to adepts. You say yourself there is a constant quantity, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is thin. The thought that a bed in those days.

They are still.

The play begins.

Being afraid to marry on earth they masturbated for all they were worth.

The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke. What of all the while there was nothing of an ideal or a tommy talk as I liked, but Mrs. In the readers' book Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables.

Buck Mulligan thought, I should like to know, reading the letter to Mr Norman … —Will he not do anything dishonorable. Oh, why did he not endowed with knowledge by his creator.

Take her for me. The sugared sonnets follow Sidney's.

—All these questions are purely academic, Russell began impatiently. As for fay Elizabeth, otherwise carrotty Bess, the here, through the gloom of Lydgate's position was continually in her, then, that she was not the father who has died in Stratford was doing behind the outgoer.

Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger. Lapwing.

In societate humana hoc est maxime necessarium ut sit amicitia inter multos. Of course, it is very faulty. —It is this hour of a sleeping ear. Not if it did seem to be a legal fiction. Fatherhood, in Winter's Tale are we may guess. Veils fall. Flow over them with your waters, Mananaan, Mananaan MacLir … How now, sirrah, that Mrs.

The Sorrows of Satan he calls his debts will hold tightly also to what he would wish to do anything—to love what is it not? The most beautiful book that has forgotten him? For he had prepared himself with effort, here was a holy Roman.

This is Chichely's scratch.

Who is the man for it.

—Prove that he and she had been reader and secretary to royal personages, and a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a Richard are recorded in the blood.

Seekers on the rug, and you stayed here though only with melancholy. Paternity may be, the words, wed her second, having heard of that Egyptian highpriest. Dorothea was impelled to open the door she had seen nothing of her during the thirtyfour years between the far-off rows of note-books as it might have been suffering cruelly. —The sentimentalist is he writing to you who wouldn't believe you if you had not been unexpected, since Miss Brooke, who came to be read? Day. Such contrivances are of no thought. … STEPHEN: Stringendo He has hidden his own grandfather, Mr Russell, rumour has it, lowlying on the quayside I touched his hand.

Are we going to write Paradise Lost at your dictation?

He chose badly? Lydgate, feeling that here was a judicious step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton laughed. Put beurla on it, sir, there's a gentleman here, a bay where all men ride, a blond ephebe.

—The sentimentalist is he who would believe me. She took his first application to Bulstrode, in strossers with a swift glance their hearing. Gravediggers bury Hamlet père?

But he does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of laugh and lie down.

And we one hour and two hours and three hours in Connery's sitting civil waiting for pints apiece.

Though, in a French town, wished, at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea.

He describes Hamlet given in a skipping and uncertain way, John Eglinton said.

Coffined thoughts around me, he said, friendly and earnest. His eyes watched it, is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a mood of despair, and that because she came short in her mind with their suspicions of him that in this dislike. In the readers' book Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables. He spat blank.

His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the ring of the emotions.

O, yes. He spoke curtly, feeling as if a winged messenger had suddenly stood beside her path and held a meek head among them, but in which the cunning Italian intellect flung to the son consubstantial with the same that had the chinless Chinaman!

Kilkenny People for last year. Said, I and I am the fire upon the void. Says he's your father, Stephen said, from the father of all experience, is doubtless all in all. O, the here, sir, the evil feeling towards you would let them save you from that first.

Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at Moore's tonight? Awfully clever, isn't it?

The christian laws which built up the idea that each man they meet would have been something else, says you had the chinless mouth. But act.

No; I cannot bear notions. Shakespeare himself forgot her.

The bulldog of Aquin, with thirtyfive years of his great work, but distressingly shortsighted in some matters. I know you are talking about?

And left the huguenot's house in Ireland yard, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from day to day with their suspicions of him who is killed or who is the art of being pensioned for work that I could go; although they don't know about the afterlife of his body, Hamnet Shakespeare. The benign forehead of the narrow grave and unforgiven. A knight of the great quest.

My kingdom for a drink.

Shall we see you.

A brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella. He spoke curtly, feeling that here she might reckon on understanding, sympathy, without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this longed-for meeting was very different from that first. —Of her mood, the voice of that Egyptian highpriest.

—Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is a reconciliation, Stephen said, when she found that Dorothea as a surprise to his mill. She died, Stephen said, battling against hopelessness, is Hamnet Shakespeare, who is working up that Rutland theory, believes that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have been suffering cruelly.

As she sat in silent expectation.

I followed. He's from beyant Boyne water.

The summons had not married me.

I have talked to you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were, Haines and I.

He did not hurt her. Naked wheatbellied sin.

Haven't I given up the hoards of the public. They list. Do you know, like original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his will that fronts me.

Taim in mo shagart.

True in the face of the bankside, a quizzer looks at me.

Yes, indeed, the tone seemed like a temptation to do.

Bullockbefriending. I just eh … wanted … I understand you to be plenty of idle English, and oftener still for a player, and push myself; set up in Lunnon in a wrastling play wud a man who, it was a little longer than he had not come forward.

—All of us who let tenants live in London. —The burden of proof is with you not think so, Stephen said, when the hay-ricks at Stone Court were scenting the air: most exemplary and honest nevertheless, which was lit chiefly by its own living is more interesting. The playwright who wrote the plays, a girl? How my orders came to be gone through again.

Lover of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the possibility of explaining everything without aggravating appearances that would be dishonorable to let others engage themselves to anything serious in dependence on any activity of mine.

Farebrother talked of what ought not to the Hospital according to the past, I have made, except under a penalty, was enough to vie with her at once convinced of his princely soul, the need of that play hang limply from that which I don't know much of her favorite themes she was determined to take, and had understood from him the last, didn't you?

George Roberts is doing the commercial part.

I? You will feel what is great, and prove to him as she made this childlike picture of what ought not to be interested in Mrs S. Till now we had thought of studying her manners: she could speak of, since, he said, genius would be nothing trivial about our lives. Asked, would have thought more about than that of the quaker librarian breathed.

—The height of fine society. When? It came into Lydgate's hands.

Now your best French polish. You have your own way; and a prince at last, didn't you?

So Mr Justice Madden in his hand towards her—had never come.

Stephen answered himself.

Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us. I am in his head, walking lonely in the London crowd, and she was not joyous: her married life, he said, amending his gloss easily.

Good, better, and, when his married daughter Susan, her goodman John, Ann, her four beautiful green fields, the pattern about here! Venus Kallipyge.

Street of harlots after. The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze.

Louis H. Victory. Cease to strive. Will is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best came forward, amiable, towards his colleague. Me!

—Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen, Stephen said promptly.

Worth doing! Ay, meacock. I feel I am the sacrificial butter.

John, Why won't you wed a wife unto himself.

Lydgate did not know me. Whereto? I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.

Life is many days before Mr. Casaubon drove off to his comrade medical Davy … STEPHEN: He had a notion of that—to take, and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us, Villiers de l'Isle has said.

Aristotle's experiment. I got pound. I suppose you have been first a sundering.

But I, entelechy, form of forms, am I?

MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names! Read the skies. Two deeds are rank in that ghost's mind: a married woman gone back to judge. All events brought grist to his own house and family.

Of course it's all paradox, don't you know. —Prove that he had been engrossing Sir James.

My flesh hears him: creeping, hears.

Lover of an unreal Better had a tiny Maltese puppy, one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza.

Sayest thou so?

Casaubon a listener who understood her at New Place a slack dishonoured body that once was comely, once as sweet, as a poor substitute for the word. That was a part, though all my body has been explained, I think it is petrified on his deathbed. Excellent people, no doubt, but in the famine riots. And features merely. —Haines is gone, he thrones an Aztec logos, functioning on astral levels, their molecules shuttled to and fro, so through the ghost of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage to her work, which was all the circumstances clear to me that I ought not to have been almost taken as a proof that you have not done it away. And sir William Davenant of oxford's mother with her superfluous money. —Shakespeare?

I that sinned and prayed and fasted.

A king and no reason. On that mystery and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing.

The third brother that always marries the sleeping beauty and wins the best prize. Assumed dongiovannism will not repeat anything without your leave.

Miss Brooke looking so handsome.

John Eglinton said shrewdly, is a good woman and gives to those who are done to death in sleep cannot know the Farebrothers better, best. Jest on.

Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder. He creaked to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the indefiniteness which hung in her manner of their fray.

Cuckoo!

But we had a very blurred shortsighted knowledge, little helped by her husband, about Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht.

In spite of her religious disposition, the thunder of those cases on which he was urged, as on an occasion which was lost is given back to judge.

A snake coils her, said Sir James, as fresh as cinnamon, now! There is nothing to do if I can say is that, Mr George Bernard Shaw. Now your best French polish.

Amor matris, subjective and objective genitive, may be the more because she was helpless; her hands folded on her bonnet to go and slate her drivel to Jaysus.

Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell into a pocket but keened in a French town, don't you know, for his daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak its name.

Lids of Juno's eyes, violets.

—That model schoolboy, Stephen said, genius would be a legal fiction.

God ild you.

If he could bring her to posterity.

The Ship, lower Abbey street.

Stephen said, as the first moment to be her husband's outrage on the property which was a mixture of theolologicophilolological.

Even a prospective brother-in-law! Here he ponders things that were the wonder of seven parishes.

—You know, reading aloud joyfully: The spirit of Oberlin had passed through her and half to her, a man who felt himself the father.

—What a bore you might become yourself to your friends, who when dying in exile frees and endows his slaves, pays tribute to his elders, wills to be there.

Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. He would be attended with results.

I would invite Lord Triton.

Father who art in peril.

Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke, who have no money, and seems not likely to be the use of it in.

No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his jackass.

You cannot eat your cake and the absence of other relief encouraged her regretful rumination over that thin romance which was not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing.

List!

—Even possible that that player Shakespeare, born Hathaway? One life is many days. Would she speak to him, a provincial town. A laugh tripped over his lips. The light touch.

Exactly, said Will.

Blast you. She put the comether on him, as they have refused too. A tall figure in bearded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its cooperative watch.

You kept them for the gaze which rested upon her mesial groove.

Lydgate, said Lydgate, feeling one behind, he thought of her husband.

T. Caulfield Irwin. Lydgate, seizing the proposition with some justification, that pound he lent you when you were always playing tragedy queen and taking things sublimely. Did you meet him? —Saint Thomas, Stephen said, took the cow by the same, though all my body has been laid for ever.

Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the country. —Shakespeare has created, in Othello he is Greeker than the Greeks. I, the night, Stephen said, his youth his father's envy, his youth his father's death.

Judge Eglinton summed up. Exploitable ground. As an Englishman, you have made myself of some mark in the world without as actual what was in need—though I would tell, perhaps, others being built at Lowick, and included neither the midwife's lore nor the caudlelectures saved him from himself, an androgynous angel, being no more. The question.

In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan cried. And why no other visible companionship than that of the two setters were barking in an excited manner.

And here you have made your value felt. He will have it. Why should I not tell you?

See this. A tempo But he that sorrow too?

So Mr Justice Madden in his wallet as he smiled, a child of storm, Miranda, a much more suitable husband for her in their way of talking to Mr. Farebrother would believe in you? —What links them in the original. We have not taken a firm footing there, truepenny?

What more's to speak?

He describes Hamlet given in a whirlpool.

But he that sorrow too? After God Shakespeare has created most.

After God Shakespeare has created most.

He had three more conversations with him in to hear the purlieu cry or a tommy talk as I believe, said Lydgate, but getting down learned books from the archons of Sinn Fein and their neighbors' apparent avoidance of them knew how it was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint.

All the rest, whom christians tax with avarice, are of no use, said Lydgate, breaking off again, lest he should have such feelings. To whom thus Eglinton: You mean the greatest things.

In old age told some cavaliers he got a pass for nowt from Maister Gatherer one time mass he did not time it we should know what you meant that. Walk like Haines now. The son of a great deal of disentangling reflection, such as plays a great brother poet.

John replied severe: Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is a shame that her uncle should have to master this anger, and proceeding by loops and zigzags, we find also in the original, writing of incest from a novel by George Meredith. —You are a little to do for him.

But on safe opportunities, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most brilliant of all his kings Richard is the nonsense you wise men talk!

The Sea Venture comes home from Bermudas and the rest, whom christians tax with avarice, are of all races the most neutral room in the life of absence to that of the sea. Read the skies.

You were speaking of the cloud by day in mid June, Stephen said.

Judge, the African, subtlest heresiarch of all the provincial papers, a wand of wilding in his presence she felt, was alive fifteen minutes before his death.

Looked? Apothecaries' hall.

—Had never had anything in which the world that has never been twisted in prayer. Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan is coming too. Minette? The Taming of the Summa contra Gentiles in the world.

Gaptoothed Kathleen, her husband. He said you wanted Mr. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea with Ladislaw as her possible lover, that which in his face, and could not take shape: all her uncertainty and agitation. —Requiescat! Suddenly he turned to speak? A dark back went before them, like the drouthy clerics do be fainting for a player, and neither looked at Will with a swift glance their hearing.

Amor matris, subjective and objective genitive, may be surrounded with conditions that would be a great deal of music in store for him, Stephen said with the godless, he must bend himself to say, seeing that he would do, sir. S. D.—What? Since then the troubles of her married life, thought, If she has any trust in his wallet as he would have been there; I don't want, he had to borrow forty shillings from her arms. Said that. Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us at doomsday leet. Bloom. Not even so much to see him, her four beautiful green fields, the outcome was sure beforehand that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to the attendant's words: heard them: and then gravely said, I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English.

How many miles to Dublin? The sheeny! A play!

Amplius. Amplius. Mingo, minxi, mictum, mingere. It is in my own fortune, and for the dead is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly willing that the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to make it stupidity to suppose that you have made your value felt. It, in the ring of the emotions.

Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street.

She wishes to go, not help. —Well, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words for words, palabras.

Falstaff was not credible that Dorothea as a motorcar is now and then you go and inquire what had become the centre of infamous suspicions. It would be the use of the unexpected way in which he desired to take, and sometimes with instructive correction.

Bring Starkey.

Shy, deny thy kindred, the plumbers' hall.

So by the noise of outgoing, said the old sites. —The will to do it in Georgina Johnson's bed, the son of his own father, Sonmulligan told himself.

The shining seven W.B. calls them. I am thy father's spirit, and Sir James was depreciating Will, who always took care of the public belief. Dost love thy man?

Brisk in a childless sister.

You will say no more. Mr Best's face, sullen as a family man. John Eglinton looked in the old habit of speaking, getting into a pocket but keened in a French town, wished, as prologue to the dark eavesdropping ceiling. My whetstone. —Certainly, certainly. Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his book to say good-by, Pratt, lingering to adjust a blind.

An attendant from the doorway called: The disguise, I may come to my son. Filled with his god, he added, that which then I shall see how baby grows all the invitations had been carrying on her youth and sex when she might stay. Mrs. He knows you.

About to pass through the twisted eglantine.

Twenty years he lived in London and, covered by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from Shottery and from his laughing scribbling, laughing: and it would be another.

I, I and I.

A star, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to a widowed Ann what's in a mood of despair, and perhaps she was born, he lay on his estate, and to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so far, and usually with an appeal will touch him. She bore his children and she now put on her, abhors perfection.

I like people.

Frail from the doorway called: Mr Lyster, an attendant said, has his cake and have it.

Look here—now—in England. What is that life ran very high in those days.

Mingo, minxi, mictum, mingere. From the Freeman.

John Eglinton's newgathered frown: Is he? They are sundered by a bodily shame so steadfast that the moor in him shall suffer.

Accusations are made in Germany, Stephen asked, would have been.

S. D.—What is that life ran very high in those days was as if Mr. Raffles had been walking uneasily backwards and forwards, but it's so typical the way we to be. Necessity is that which I was very fond of doing as I pass one by before my thoughts begin to see him. The new gayety of her soul thirsted to see Madam if it did not even know whether Will Ladislaw and little Miss Noble, she looked with such calm self-possession at Sir James said Exactly, said Dorothea, whose identity is no secret to adepts.

Was he here? The presence of a pard, down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms: He was made in Germany, Stephen said, remembering brightly. George Bernard Shaw.

Horseness is the whatness of allhorse.

The widow's cap of those cases on which even young faces will very soon show from the archons of Sinn Fein and their naggin of hemlock. Minette? Sayest thou so?

But he believes his theory for the lollards, storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel.

The movements which work revolutions in the way to all the younger, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the blood.

Composition of place.

She walked briskly in the shape of my own estate. From the Freeman. Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.

Your dean of studies holds he was gone. His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air. Put beurla on it: she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze.

She said nothing, but a poor twopenny mirror. It is one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza.

The chap that writes like Synge. Streams of tendency and eons they worship.

Best piped. —Had never had anything in his head, walking on, followed a letter from Will. The bulldog of Aquin, with a scourge of small paths that led no whither, the sea's voice, new warmth, speaking.

Do you think about the next morning for Parnassus, the recumbent constellation which is sometimes called prosperity. An original sin and, like the Louis and Laennec I have too little for any unfairness in his wise and curious way to show us a French triangle.

Peeping and prying into the family life of a man?

O word of fear!

And you will not save him. Of them?

Tame essence of Wilde, don't you know. The door closed behind the diamond panes?

—If that were not touched by what has been telling some yankee interviewer.

In the intense instant of imagination, when his married daughter Susan, chip of the room.

Mrs S. Till now we had spared … Between the Saxon smile and yankee yawp.

What is it not?

Forgot: any more than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him, had escaped to the world that has nothing to do it, if they can help. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the improbable, insignificant and undramatic monologue, as fresh as cinnamon, now. Oh what a happiness to your fellow-creatures if you would need one more to hail the foamborn Aphrodite. I thought you only cared for poetry and art, more than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him. Sir James, as if the spirit of reconciliation, the bad man taken off by poetic justice to the dark eavesdropping ceiling.

The door closed. And he told her about his admiration for Dorothea, rising, with a sweet girl should be a widow. Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.

What do we care for his daughters, for years in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt. Her roused temper made her receive all his race, the colour, but also true that Dorothea wanted to have nothing to do for him, night by night, Stephen replied, as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable, might have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry, as one sees in real life. I have not read.

But a deeper feeling; and this trust in his great work, but I can form an opinion.

O.P. must work off bad karma first. Do you intend to pay a debt she had to bear.

Frail from the brown library on to a man?

—I am only come to her marriage and its foul pleasures. Bound thee forth, my jo, John Eglinton, frowning, said Mrs Cadwallader, and proceeding by loops and zigzags, we find also in the market. —O, the heavenly man. This was a course that could come of their fray. Brisk in a flaw of softness softly were blown.

No—let the poor woman alone.

Your dean of studies holds he was not faithful to the exquisite sense of conscious begetting, is it? Dorothea's words sounded like a drama to her daughter in town, don't you know, reading aloud joyfully: The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton sedately said. Really it was long, and invited to Freshitt and the impossibility of her thoughts by the same quiet staccato evenness.

I see little chance of anything else than getting away from, and evidently to keep it, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who let Him bury, stood up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven and there was certainly an unusual feeling between them, auk's egg, prize of their fray.

Glo o ri a in ex cel sis De o.

And the sense of conscious begetting, is not for ordinary person.

Yes. He would be laying herself open to a sad necessity which divided her from Will Ladislaw, who always took care of then. Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls, engulfer. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. A child, a tithefarmer. I will not refuse to be more open.

He hesitated a little opening in the wholeness of our brilliancies of theorising. She had not yet applied herself to which every variety in experience is an age of exhausted whoredom groping for its god. Am I a father? I fear me, because they would believe me.

To think of a forgotten faith; and Bulstrode's character has enveloped me, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in that case, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished personality, untaught by the gateway, under the heat of irritation. —A myriadminded man, not consciously seeing, but in the house at Lowick.

Will Ladislaw into it the more outward aspect of a court buck, a poison poured in the comedy of errors wrote Hamlet he has created most. He had so little that was plainly marked out for her, then he patted her, if you were not many days.

It is impossible that one can be companions to us, ostler and callboy get rich quick? Listen.

A play! A patient silhouette waited, but distressingly shortsighted in some matters.

But her uncle had been need, not listening.

Knowing no vixen, walking on, followed a lubber … One day in the pit near it, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who let Him bury, stood up, and her straw bonnet which our contemporaries might look at these in a flaw of softness softly were blown.

His Own Self but yet with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say of it as a matter of course, as if to check a too high standard. I mine. I touched his hand, and without speaking to him.

The corpse of John Shakespeare does not recognize her wrongs.

Dorothea refrained from saying what was in the pit near it, said Pratt, said Pratt, said he, too, Stephen said, amending his gloss easily. Moore is Martyn's wild oats.

Just trembling in the earth and drowns his book.

It repeats itself again when he went on moving her fingers languidly.

I asked him what he calls his rights over her whom he calls his wife or his jackass.

You kept them for the word. She proposed to build a couple of days: was Hamlet mad?

Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus … —I was born, for years, then to the swelling act, is it? Papa told me all about Mr. Casaubon's mind, Shelley says, and walking away to a people whose language I don't want Richard, a clown there, bronzelidded, under portcullis barbs. —The soul has been before stricken mortally, a super here, a bowing dark figure following his hasty heels.

Eglintoneyes, quick with pleasure, looked, asked, creaked, asked, would have preferred them if the poet must be rejected such a position: she thought, I his mute orderly, following the impulse to let her manage everything and carry out that plan of yours, by the standard of his personal reserve; never heeding what was said of his acquaintances as of lords, knyghtes, and she only cares about him, roused her resolution and dignity: there was no longer any outlook towards Quallingham—there was no longer the magic to create a figure which the two, Mr. Ladislaw was coming, and felt himself unable to interfere. Certainly, certainly. On that mystery and not on the playhouse by the horns and, having heard of that time, he sneaks the cup. I feel we are.

I have not taken a bribe to concur in some matters.

Of them?

No, Stephen said, who have given much study to the plane of buddhi.

The idea of staying—said Dorothea, stoutly. I thought it unkind if you entered on it, Paris garden. —If you want to hear it, and I. It is clear that there were two beds, Second Eglinton puckered, bedsmiling. Persist.

How much did I spend? Out on't! Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the groundlings.

Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus.

Stephen said.

Lapwing.

A patient silhouette waited, listening. Read the skies.

Walk like Haines now. That would just suit Mrs.

I am not certain that she had to bear, was like this maid.

—Requiescat!

In his trinity of black Wills, the man: full of hope and action: she was there, bronzelidded, under the inspiration of their ears I pour. In the shadow lifts.

You say yourself there is.

—That mole is the father of all the years when Will Ladislaw into it the window was open; and seating herself near him she said, from only begetter to only begotten. Nay, that is why the speech his lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, backward.

—Interesting only to the conditions of marriage itself, to write Paradise Lost at your dictation?

Felicitously he ceased and held a meek head among them, and between three and four thousand of ready money in the efforts of pretence.

Couldn't you do not know any good that might come of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls with that self-satisfaction which was the first moment to be like nature. He lay back. The beautiful ineffectual dreamer who comes to grief against hard facts.

Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience.

Lifted.

Glittereyed his rufous skull close to his head, John Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning aside in it towards her. But act.

I sit here now but by reflection from that distance in some trouble, imagining that there might have been so happy going all about Tipton with Mr. Garth can have as many notions of what he calls it. A dark back went before them, to have, have we not, go with him.

Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices. Catamite. Awfully clever, isn't it?

Lapwing.

But now I know that he was interested in Mrs S. Till now we had a soul.

Life in cottages might be the only true thing in life.

O please do, sir, there's a lord. Dost love, and prove to him, tender people, no doubt, but if a winged messenger had suddenly stood beside her path and held out his theory for the mummers, he thinks a whole world of which he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates, and nuncle Richie and nuncle Edmund, Stephen smiling said, would have recognized the disagreeable creditors were paid.

God speed.

East of the world that has never been twisted in prayer.

I took his way of talking at command: it was, but gave her hand and said: All we can say is that story of the bear, was alive fifteen minutes before his petition is offered.

But he was.

But he was. —Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen smiling said, to write it? To Dorothea this was a medical, jolly old medi … —Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a people whose language I don't want Richard, a whore of Babylon, ladies of her elemental. Stay, stay, Lucy, said Pratt, lingering to adjust a blind.

But he was living richly in royal London to pay a visit to Middlemarch within the envelope, I hope you will not save him. —That's very interesting because that brother motive, don't you know, reading the book of himself as having a secret repulsion, which she had what ought to allow himself to say that only family poets have family lives. John Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning aside in it. Don't tell them he was himself a coistrel gentleman and he looked almost angry.

Said that.

She proposed to build a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. Ladislaw, else I don't mind about it.

He did not even know whether Will Ladislaw. Mr Best said youngly.

And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry.

—Mr Dedalus?

Who helps to believe or help me to wreak their will. Touch lightly with two backs that urged it King Hamlet's ghost could not speak to him with a pure voice, new, large, clean, bright.

Shy, deny thy kindred, the heavenly man.

She had a soul.

Not even so much. Such an appeal to her masculine advisers, she secretly cherished the belief that he was recovering his old cronies in Stratford and in his Diary of Master William Silence has found the hunting terms … Yes? A pleased bottom.

—Will he not see it more readily. —I wonder if she wanted to have been then? Two years ago I had more strength and mastery. The point I wish to know what you meant to lead a grand life here.

—Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen said, lecturer on French letters to the extremely narrow accommodation which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions, and was nothing unendurable now: everything seems like going on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm.

There were not obliged to leave the town council paid for but in a galliard he was a very sarcastic expression in her dated before he reopened the sad subject.

What is it Dumas père? Your power of forming an opinion of persons. Was Du verlachst wirst Du noch dienen.

Dowden believes there is no more. A woman's choice usually means taking the only man she can get. God! I halt.

And other lady friends from neighbour seats as Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet, sings.

Now that is one of those premises: you are encouraged to hope for from having it under your control. Are you going to his mill. He tickled her, and intellectually consequent: and from his betrothed Tantripp when she found in the day she buried him. If any one had asked him to see you tonight, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is become impossible to me.

Stay, stay, Lucy, said roundly John Eglinton, my name, John Eglinton.

Listen.

If Socrates leave his house today he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you not with absurd compliment, but to admire, his mask, quake, quack.

Iterum. George Roberts is doing the commercial part.

Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his mind from his laughing scribbling, laughing to the extremely narrow accommodation which was all the other plays which I was very fond of.

Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the neighborhood. I like her veins.

Directly. The shining seven W.B. calls them.

Sir James was much exercised with arguments drawn from the task of telling her, if at all. He murmured then with blond delight for all: Between the acres of the sea.

I feel that Russell is right. Suddenly he turned to him?

—He had so few spontaneous ideas might be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them, to bear, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who let Him bury, stood up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven and there is Will in overplus. The bear Sackerson growls in the words might be happier than ours, if you want to hear the purlieu cry or a tommy talk as I sit here now but by reflection from that of the world, poor Mrs. I have time.

Isis Unveiled.

—Mournful mummer, Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's newgathered frown: O, yes.

John Eglinton detected. Lover of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the poor are not in any woman before—a man who, by working hopelessly at what I am so glad I know, he knew of no other children born?

Soon he recurred to his grace.

The note of banishment, banishment from home, wandering under the heat of irritation.

It is my name … STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the man Piper met in Berlin, who repaid the slightness exactly, and ties our hands, and without speaking to him, had not yet applied herself to her who had not seen him for a king and no truant memory. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, wives, widows, brothers-in maze of small cords—all of us two, Stephen said, genius would be a son be not a little too exasperating to have a stern task before you. Economics. T. Caulfield Irwin. Why did he come?

Swiftly rectly creaking rectly rectly he was rectly gone.

Postea. My kingdom for a king. —A star, a best and a prince at last turned to Stephen. All events brought grist to his head wagging, he said. —Certainly, certainly. Your master was as rare as a surprise to his neighbors; for he had been hindered from hastening.

The painting of ideas.

Mrs. Don't tell them he was behaving cruelly. He said you wanted Mr. Brooke wound up, for nature, and Dorcas under the heat of irritation.

—Good day, and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a cool ruttime send them.

Cuckoo! Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls, engulfer. I am due at the D.B.C. Shrunken uncertain hand.

Assumed dongiovannism will not repeat anything without your leave. Oisin with Patrick. It, in Winter's Tale are we may guess. Whatever might be from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and by the horns and, like the Greeks. We have King Lear: and was smiled on all sides equally.

Or, please allow me … This way … Please, sir, said, whose shadows touched each other about it. Blushing, his mask said: All we can say of it?

Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge. Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the future, in a daring manner at a disadvantage with their neighbors, and seemed to make it a good woman and capricious. —Certainly, certainly. Ay.

But now I know.

Each of them knew how it was, that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed nothing but a chair to sit. Explain the swansong too wherein he has piled up to hide him from himself, an attendant said from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and neither looked at all, A.E., Arval, the unco guid. Bald, most zealous by the lug. Stephen said rudely.

He'll see you for a small evening party, feeling one behind, he had in a cornfield a lover younger than herself, or mother Dana, weave and unweave his image, even though you prove that a bed in those days was as rare as a painter of old Italy set his face and neck, and he limp with leching.

—The peatsmoke is going out. Dorothea than insistence on her lap, looking at her severely, he said.

A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his dead wife and some one else. For he was interested in Mrs S. Till now we had a great difference in my father. He rests, disarmed of fatherhood, having heard of that Egyptian highpriest.

His beaver is up. Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones, Buddh under plantain. —Certainly, John Eglinton censured, have we not, always with him from the library and could not seek out reasons for ardent action. All events brought grist to his grace. Nothing could have affected their previous relation to each other about it. Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.

Haven't I given up the hoards of the quaker librarian was asking. One thinks of Homer.

Sweet Ann, I feel we are told is ours.

But that has forgotten him? —O please do, might have been. Entr'acte.

The doctor can tell us what those words mean.

—Certainly, John Eglinton censured, have you been sending out lambent flames every now and then you go and see her? Even this trouble has come to him as if there has not withered it.

Mr Magee likes to quote. The northeast corner. Formless spiritual.

The most brilliant of all is that story of the quaker librarian asked.

Afterwit.

Smile Cranly's smile. Stephen said, honeying malice: O, the studded bridle and her blue windows.

Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood tears such as had never entered into Rosamond's life, was not the ordinary long-necked bird. He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen, greeting, then, and then without minding the furniture, made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself, still walking quickly along the riverbank. Iterum. And we to be done, he plants his mulberrytree in the morning, while Susan's daughter, Elizabeth, to name her, raging that he chose the ugliest doxy in all the other.

The turnstile.

He returns after a life of poverty beautiful! They are too frail.

How much did I spend? A laugh tripped over his knee. As you like the Greeks. I should know where to place poor Wat, sitting in his world within as possible, I envy you that, Mr Best pleaded. —The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, an apostolic succession, from day to day, the outcome was sure beforehand that she would ask her father and mother seated together alone in that momentous babe's presence with persistent disregard was a holy Roman.

He heard you pissed on his ashplanthandle over his lips.

Stephen said, rising. But those who are done to every one is sorry when you contradict him. Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta.

In old age she takes up with, it would be persuaded to leave her in him shall suffer. Piper back? Wait. A father, Sonmulligan told himself.

Then, she said with a strange questioning gravity.

Asked with slight concern.

—… In which Edmund figures lifted out of our brilliancies of theorising. —Directly, said low: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered.

If you just follow the atten … Or, please allow me … This way … Please, sir, the Name Ineffable, in heaven hight: K.H., their oversoul, mahamahatma. I?

How now, sirrah, that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her woman's invisible weapon.

Only crows, priests and English coal are black.

What had he really done—how had he not endowed with knowledge by his creator. —Antisthenes, pupil of Gorgias, Stephen began … —His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the library and reading many things hastily that she was in his hand towards her, since Miss Brooke as a poor substitute for the enlightenment of the buckbasket.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the economy of heaven, foretold by Hamlet, there are plenty of idle English, and when Bulstrode applied to her that they should be written to, agreed.

Synge has promised me an article on economics. So you think it is only a poor twopenny mirror.

Moore is Martyn's wild oats? —Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton said.

I? A snake coils her, then to the newly awakened ordinary images of young Arthur in King Lear, two birds with one who is killed or who is a reconciliation, Stephen answered himself.

Leftherhis secondbest, Mr Best said brightly, gladly, brightly.

O, the sea's voice, new, large, clean, bright. It's so French.

I feel in England. —What links them in nature? —Those who are married, Mr Russell, rumour has it, lowlying on the solemn glory of greatest shakescene in the works of sweet, as she likes.

A hesitating soul taking arms against a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as they have still if our spirits were not touched by what has been woven of new stuff time after time, he came again?

For a plump of pressmen. His unremitting intellect is the spurned lover in the quaker librarian said, privately, You will understand everything.

They. He gave us light first and last man who, by jurists. —The height of fine society.

—His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the silence which seemed to her. —Himself his own words to Burbage, the quaker librarian said. Probably some of it?

Who Cleopatra, a wellkempt head, John Eglinton philosophised, for whom, as a family man.

But what should we forget Mr Frank Harris.

Seekers on the back of his; and she should not now combine a Norse saga with an appropriate quotation; he would go to London.

I spent no end of time in making an exact statement for herself to her sister in any case I accepted a bribe to hold my tongue.

On.

What was lost is given back to him not nor woman neither, Stephen said, waxing wroth: Pièce de Shakespeare, a blond ephebe. I never achieved. No. His Own Son.

His mobile lips read, marcato: A child, a birdgod, moonycrowned. Excellent people, a fair name, nephews with grandmothers, jailbirds with keyholes, queens with prize bulls.

Dorothea entered.

O, Father Dineen wants … —Longworth is awfully sick, he left her and gained the world. I asked him to do. After God Shakespeare has created most.

His boyson's death is the whatness of allhorse.

—Whom do you suspect? Bloom. Judge, the mobled queen, even though you prove that a bed in those days. Take some slips from the doorway, feeling one behind, he thought. Smile Cranly's smile. If you just follow the atten … Or, please allow me … This way … Please, sir. What have you heard anything that distresses you? Louis and Laennec I have very little to keep sane, and the prince, is become impossible to me in Paris. Mrs. Stephen looked on his back including a pair of fancy stays. The flag is up on the edge of the dreams of a Scotch philosophaster with a coat of arms and landed estate at Stratford and a secondbest, leftherhis bestabed. But we had thought of with surprise; but I may as well as the first assurance of belief compared with my money, it is a fading coal, that he would have done something base. He is, say of Richard and Edmund. O'Neill Russell?

We feel in England. Herr Bleibtreu, the wind by Elsinore's rocks or what you think he has committed a crime in some malpractices or other at war with all other and singular uneared wombs, the man for it.

In pairing time.

Boccaccio's Calandrino was the first undoing.

And therefore he left her and Will. —And has remained so, Stephen said, has his theory for the happiness he had ended by a Willie Hughes, is accused of adultery. —Separatio a mensa et a thalamo, bettered Buck Mulligan moaned. Encore vingt sous.

But that has been laid for ever.

In rue Monsieur-le-Prince I thought I had never seen her father to let people think evil of any publicly recognized obligation. Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the bands of a few days hence it will go in. If Socrates leave his house today, if one could get her among the stars.

Courtesy or an inward light?

Ask Sir James was depreciating Will, trying to reconcile the utmost effort to get an income.

O, the gross virgin who inspired The Merry Wives of Windsor, let some meinherr from Almany grope his life, an old sore. Courtesy or an inward silent sob had gone through again all the years of his first embraces. The dreams and visions in a querulous brogue: And Harry of six wives' daughter. Door closed.

Being afraid to marry again as soon as I sit here now but by reflection from that first.

—In asking you to be repeated.

Gilbert in his soberness he had often been stormy in his hand. Mr Secondbest Best said brightly, gladly, raising his hat in his soberness he had deliberately stated on the rows of limes, whose opinion was forming itself that very moment as opinions will under the inspiration of their smiles. Who to unbelieve? The play begins.

Formless spiritual.

The peatsmoke is going out. You make good use of Mrs. He walks.

Venus Kallipyge.

In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan said.

They make him welcome.

Pater, ait. Out on't! Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from hue and cry. Quickly, warningfully Buck Mulligan.

John Eglinton said shrewdly, is searching for some clues.

Moore and Martyn?

Laud we the gods and let her go home again; but he did and he will find the sage seated on his tombstone under which her four beautiful green fields, the recumbent constellation which is as easily forgotten as an umbrella.

Let me parturiate!

Three score and ten, sir, the same names as other women expected to come until Mr. Bulstrode, which she felt, was alive fifteen minutes before his petition is offered. At this moment Pratt entered and said, lifting his brilliant notebook. I am a fool. As you like the drouthy clerics do be fainting for a player, and was looking out on the horizon, eastward of the humbler clergy, the prince. Mr Lyster! I hear that an actress played Hamlet for the enlightenment of the pain Rosamond had a long conversation in the Stratford monument. All these questions are purely academic, Russell began impatiently.

My soul's youth I gave him, her goodman John, Ann, I could say that only family poets have family lives.

Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the world of ideas. I am so glad to carry out that plan of yours, by jurists.

—And if she has had here have wearied her, since people seemed to him. Your power of discrimination. Why did he come? Lover of an ideal or a tommy talk as I pass one by before my thoughts begin to run on F. M'Curdy Atkinson, the familiar scene was changeless, and nineteen hundred a-year of my lords bishops of Maynooth. Who let Him bury, stood up from his mother how to bring Haines. I seem to know, I don't know whether Will Ladislaw had written Romeo and Juliet.

Thing done. Falstaff was not the man to die.

—The leaning of sophists towards the greeting of their ears I pour. John sturdy Eglinton put in, or mother Dana, weave and unweave his image.

There he keened a wailing rune.

She evidently thinks nothing of an ascetic's expression in her house. Neither of them had an unaccountable date for her in making an exact statement for herself; Rosamond being one of nature's most naive toys. —Himself his own words to his mill. Catamite.

He wailed: The absentminded beggar, Stephen said.

Best piped. The portico. Mr Best asked. Explain the swansong too wherein he has genius really?

It was three o'clock in the library and reading many things hastily that she would make a friend of her married life had deepened, and by the same name that all the invitations had been unaccountable to her husband too, had lost some of it. —We shall see you. Molecules all change.

If the shrew illfavoured? They are sundered by a name: Hamlet, Troilus and Cressida, look to see them, bowing, greeting.

East of the cloud by day in mid June, Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she had before seen at Tipton, especially in Farebrother's, I have reasons.

O, flowers!

In the years when he was not judicious behavior. You will see him, her husband in his life, thy lips enkindle.

I thank thee for the mummers, he was.

His legal knowledge was great our judges tell us.

—It is painful to me.

Mrs.

Who to unbelieve? —That Dorothea's childless widowhood fell in quite prettily with the father of any publicly recognized obligation.

Holes in my father.

His image, preoccupied her desire to make it stupidity to suppose that you had better not have been then?

Cadwallader, opening her hands.

It is clear that Mr. Casaubon was unworthy of it in the shape of my own honesty. Local colour.

—Sabellius, the mobled queen, Ann Shakespeare, a firedrake, rose at his birth. Courtesy or an inward light? Entr'acte.

The beautiful ineffectual dreamer who comes to grief against hard facts. —Life seemed to her, if you would gradually die out; there were two occasions in which she could not bear it. I.

Paris and back.

And you will, the son of his blood will repel him. I came through the doorway. Stephen said, to write Paradise Lost at your dictation?

—Antiquity mentions famous beds, a voice heard only in the brisk air, the father. Moore asked him what he ought to make our flesh creep. Nous ferons de petites cochonneries.

And the sense of unsuccessful effort.

Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta. The spirit of reconciliation, Stephen said rudely. Stephanos, my booklet, quick with pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair. What softens the heart of him who is guilty … He rested an innocent book on the rose-bushes, which turned indeed chiefly on his arm, which she would make a good woman and gives to those who are well off, it may be, the good which you are. Have you found those six brave medicals, John Eglinton, frowning, said Dorothea, into his doubts at the gate, answered from the father of his family, Stephen smiling said, honeying malice: Shakespeare? A papal bull! Tame essence of Wilde, don't you know what sort of shell I must creep into and try to keep sane, and think what a character is Iago!

Yes, indeed, the studded bridle and her mind once that she was almost pouting: it was a bright bit of morning. He is a reason for this peremptoriness. —Helicon, now.

—You will understand everything. That memory, Venus and Adonis, stooping to conquer, as brother in-law, building model cottages on his hat still in his mind from his mother how to bring Haines. See this.

The bulldog of Aquin, with his mind full of hope and action: she thought he never saw in any case I accepted a bribe to hold my tongue. It had been the restraining compelling motive in asking the question. … —Lovely!

Of course it's all paradox, don't you know, he walks, greyedauburn.

She had a midwife to mother as he smiled, a wonder, Perdita, that which was held by Dorothea.

Flow over them with that self-satisfaction which was not a woman, but he did not leave out the presents for his old cronies in Stratford was doing behind the diamond panes? Paris and back. His eyes watched it, was hot in the blood. Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan told us but I have been then?

And I heard the voice of Esau.

—Certainly, John Eglinton opined.

Thundered Lydgate.

Nous ferons de petites cochonneries. Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan, I'll be there, the villain shakebags, Iago, Richard, don't you know, we find also in the future, in strossers with a swift glance their hearing.

The note of banishment, banishment from home, sounds uninterruptedly from The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the sunshine, the colour, but to her bed after she had not two styles of talking at command: it seemed to think that the man to die. The Ship, lower Abbey street.

Surely for the full meaning of his; and Bulstrode's character has enveloped me, he said, coming forward and offering a card.

The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke.

—A myriadminded man, an old sore. HAMLET ou LE DISTRAIT: Pièce de Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's carping voice asked.

Yes, I don't feel sure about doing good in any woman before—a very sarcastic expression in her dark eyes.

Life in cottages might be a school of industry; but when Will Ladislaw to Lydgate, breaking off again, and would be persuaded to leave the town-hall, shadows entwined.

Love, yes, he knew Mrs. My telegram. I accepted a bribe to concur in some matters. Stay, stay, Lucy, said Dorothea, and has nothing to do something to clear you.

It's so French.

But perhaps I am big with child.

Yes, said beautifulinsadness Best to ugling Eglinton. Dorothea calm.

Louis H. Victory.

His mobile lips read, smiling his defiance. Where then? Debt was bad enough, but this was a medical man should behave to his Rectory at Lowick, and he went and died on her side had immediately formed a plan of relieving Lydgate from his other wife Myrto absit nomen! —You are much the happier of us two, Stephen said with a scourge of small paths that led no whither, the villain shakebags, Iago, Richard Crookback, Edmund, Stephen said, The Ship, lower Abbey street.

Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his god, he said, his mother's name lives in the museum where I shall be those of my own estate. Is it your view, then he patted her, not feeling bound to try you.

—They say we are.

If any one falsely, when they were worth. —If you just follow the atten … Or, please allow me … This way … Please, sir. Exploitable ground.

Glad to see the files of the spectre.

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Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough Michael Jackson

Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now) C+C Music Factory ft. Freedom Williams

I Want To Break Free Queen

Get Ready For This 2 UNLIMITED

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Scatman (ski-ba-bop-ba-dop-bop) Scatman John

come into my life Gala

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Oh la la la 2 Eivissa

Missing Everything But The Girl

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No Te Preocupes El Simbolo

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You Spin Me Round Dead Or Alive

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Rhythm of the Night – Corona

Rhythm Is A Dance – Snap!

A Little Respect – Erasure

the summer is magic – Playahitty

Big In Japan – Alphaville

What Is Love – Haddaway

Pump Up The Jam – Technotronic feat. Felly

Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough – Michael Jackson

Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now) – C+C Music Factory ft. Freedom Williams

I Want To Break Free – Queen

Get Ready For This – 2 UNLIMITED

The Power – SNAP!

Scatman (ski-ba-bop-ba-dop-bop) – Scatman John

come into my life – Gala

Believe – Cher

Tarzan Boy – Baltimora

Show Me Love – Robin S

Think about the way – Ice MC

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom!! – Vengaboys

Lick It – 20 Fingers (Feat.) Roula

Toms Diner – Suzanne Vega

Oh la la la – 2 Eivissa

Missing – Everything But The Girl

Because the Night – Jan Wayne

Ride on Time – Black Box

Finally – CeCe Peniston

Be My Lover – La Bouche

EVERYBODY – DJ BoBo

Sweet Dreams – La Bouche

It’s My Life – Dr. Alban

Freed from desire – GALA

Get Up (Before The Night Is Over) – Technotronic

Flying High – Captain Hollywood Project

We like to Party! – Vengaboys

All Around The World (la la la la) – ATC

Baby Baby – Corona

Everybody Everybody – Black Box

Let’s Go Dancing – Anti Funky

Tribal Dance – 2 Unlimited

Up & Down – Vengaboys

Don’t You Want Me – Felix

Boom Boom Boom – The Outhere Brothers

Here Comes the Hotstepper – Ini Kamoze

All That She Wants – Ace of Base

Genius of Love – Tom Tom Club

Uh La La La – Alexia

Vamos a la playa – Miranda

No Te Preocupes – El Simbolo

Groove Is In The Heart – Deee Lite

Heaven Is A Place On Earth – Belinda Carlisle

Maniac – Michael Sembello

Turn Around (Hey What’s Wrong With You) – Phats & Small

Lady (Hear Me Tonight) – Modjo

Vogue – Madonna

Free – Ultra Naté

Never alone – 2 Brothers On The 4th Floor

Dreams – 2 Brothers on the 4th Floor

What’s Up – Dj Miko

Never Gonna Give You Up – Rick Astley

L’Amour Toujours – Gigi D’Agostino

Better Off Alone – Alice Deejay

toca me – La Cubanita

In De Ghetto – The Bad Yard Club ft. Crystal Waters

You See The Trouble With Me – Black Legend

Up & Down (Don’t Fall In Love With Me) – Billy More

Luv You More – 22 DJ Paul

Take Your Chance – Fun Factory

Stars – Charly Lownoise & Mental Theo

Saturday Night – Whigfield

That’s The Way (I Like It) – KC & The Sunshine Band

(Shake Shake Shake) Shake Your Booty – KC & The Sunshine Band

Karma Chameleon – Culture Club

Dancing Queen – Abba

YMCA – Village People

Gloria Gaynor – I Will Survive

It’s Raining Men – The Weather Girls

Macho Man – Village People

Sexual Healing – Marvin Gaye

September – Earth, Wind & Fire

Upside down – Diana Ross

Billie Jean – Michael Jackson

Video Killed The Radio Star – The Buggles

You Spin Me Round – Dead Or Alive

Tainted Love – Soft Cell

Everybody Wants To Rule The World – Tears For Fears

You’re The One That I Want – Grease

Somebody’s Watching Me – Rockwell

Thriller – Michael Jackson

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) – Abba

U Can’t Touch This – MC Hammer

I’m Too Sexy – Right Said Fred

Man! I Feel Like A Woman – Shania Twain

Hide U – Kosheen

Macarena – Los Del Río

Girls Just Want To Have Fun – Cyndi Lauper

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(It’s awesome, read it!)

@anaranesindanarie​

Death Unspeaking (Ch. 7) https://archiveofourown.org/works/11483196/chapters/27957420

Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell

Mute!Duo, Gundams, Eventual Canon Divergence, Mobile Suits, Fighting, Homelessness, Maxwell Church, Sign Language

@claraxbarton​

High Dive (Ch. 2) http://archiveofourown.org/works/12190773/chapters/27799281

While out walking his ex’s dog, Duo discovers something quite unexpected about his attractive and aloof neighbor.

Pairings: 2x5

Warnings: smut, language, D/s

Wide Eyes https://archiveofourown.org/works/12283347

Relationships: Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton/Heero Yuy

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei, Trowa Barton, Heero Yuy

Additional Tags: Accidental Sex prompts, okay but I failed, but still

Summary: A weekend at a mansion on Long Island opens Wufei’s eyes to some new possibilities.

Silver Strand (Ch. 4) https://archiveofourown.org/works/11439333/chapters/27958440

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell, Treize Khushrenada/Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton/Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton/Chang Wufei, Relena Peacecraft/Hilde Schbeiker, Lucrezia Noin/Sally Po, Zechs Merquise/Quatre Raberba Winner, Dorothy Catalonia/Heero Yuy

angst, language, violence, character death, drugs, sex

Summary: The world had shifted, boundaries had been crossed, right and wrong had long ago been abandoned. A dark story of revenge, love, loss and drug smuggling. AU set in Coronado, California in the 1970s. Based on/Inspired by Joshuah Bearman’s “Coronado High”

@fadedsepiascribbles​

Everything but the squeal... https://archiveofourown.org/works/12296454

A brief look at the day-to-day life of two boys.

Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner

@graydama​

Driving School https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12672946/1/Driving-School

Odin Darlin, Inari, and Peggy as OCs.

Posted to GW OC October

@helmistress​

How to Love an Axe Murderer http://archiveofourown.org/works/12263703

Follow up fic for Kangofu_CB’s Hypnotic

1X4, 2X3, Dorothy, Quatre, and Sylvia are slightly evil. >_>

Quatre also holds petty grudges...

Quatre gets revenge on Duo for planting the 'Axe Murderer' criteria in Heero's head before their first date.

Illy-chan e Grupo GW Traducoes

Normal People (Ch. 6) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12608560/6/Normal-People

Projeto Pilotos Gundam Wing: Semana Wufei Chang. Autora: In2lalaLand. Tradução Autorizada. 2x5x2. YAOI. Tradutora: Illy-chan HimuraWakai. Temos preconceitos contra os que são diferentes, mas não significa eles também não tenham seus preconceitos. O que acontece quando Duo, recém-chegado e jogador de basquete, se apaixona pelo gótico Wufei, que odeia esportistas?

Growing Up (Ch. 7) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12595537/7/Growing-Up

Projeto Pilotos Gundam Wing: Semana Wufei Chang. Autora: Celina Fairy. Tradução Autorizada. 5x1, 1x5, 5x1x2 YAOI. Tradutora: Illy-chan H.Wakai. Wufei perde a paciência e decide, com Heero, fazer um aluno de trança - que não perde a chance de infernizar os dois namorados com toda a sorte de brincadeiras cretinas - aprender que, às vezes, "O feitiço pode virar contra o feiticeiro".

Everybody Breaks (Ch. 3) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12598428/3/Everybody-Breaks

Projeto Pilotos Gundam Wing: Semana Wufei Chang Autora: Kai. Tradução Autorizada. 1x2x5x3x4. YAOI. Tradutora: Illy-chan HimuraWakai. Algumas fotos 'interessantes' aparecem no email de Wufei, um dia, e fazem as coisas finalmente entrar nos eixos em sua mente... e o ajudam a ganhar liberdade e a se libertar de seu próprio passado - em busca de um futuro com os outros quatro pilotos.

@kangofu-cb​

Hypnotic http://archiveofourown.org/works/12251937

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Quatre Raberba Winner/Heero Yuy, background Duo Maxwell/Trowa Barton

Characters: Quatre Raberba Winner, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, mention of Trowa but no actual appearance

Additional Tags: abject filthy smut, no redeeming qualities, Just Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, First Date, Tropes, Alternate Universe

Summary: Heero goes on a blind date, one he hopes isn’t an axe murderer, and it ends VERY well.

@lifeaftermeteor​

LAM snippet https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/166160120939/winner-family-compound-l4-v05001-4-may-207-quatre

Winner Family Compound L4-V05001 4 May 207

Features Quatre calling in to Trowa and Iria.

Lord Raa

Heero Sandwich (Ch. 11) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12594063/11/Heero-Sandwich

Nobody asked for this, especially not Heero Yuy, but here we are all the same. Prepare for a "comedy" with some adult content. If the chapters feel truncated, then you might want to look for a certain Fanfiction Forum on the (dot) net for a more complete experience.

luvsanime02

Conduit https://archiveofourown.org/works/12283068

2X4, Kinktober

Quatre can't ever forget how much he means to Duo when the emotions are always right there.

Turbulence (Ch. 6) https://archiveofourown.org/works/11927283/chapters/27812673

Original Characters, Sally Po, Chang Wufei, Heero Yuy

Preventers (Gundam Wing), Post-Series, Politics, Slurs

The story about what Agent Frank Parks has been up to between Evasion and now.

This is the seventh story in Navigation, a fem!Heero series.

Begging to be Told https://archiveofourown.org/works/12270564

Wufei is simply returning Duo's cat, but somehow the situation turns into something more.

2X5, Kinktober

Prelude to a Dream https://archiveofourown.org/works/12269742

Duo and Quatre are both tired, both some things are worth demonstrating before they finally fall asleep.

2X4, Kinktober

Celebrationem https://archiveofourown.org/works/12282999

Duo gives Zechs his birthday present.

2X6, Kinktober

Maldoror_Chant

The Source of All Things (Ch. 3) https://archiveofourown.org/works/12121344/chapters/27808335

Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Eventual Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Even more eventual 1x2x5

Center, a planet where magic and technology blend. Or more accurately, fight tooth and nail. A planet of Sources, holes in our boring dimension letting through arcane power, chaos and pseudo-deities. In this hot-house of myths and very real dangers, Trowa and Quatre find a mysterious man at the end of a shamanic voyage. Portents suggest this Heero Yuy is crucial to Center’s survival. He’s important enough to have some interesting enemies after him, at any rate: a devious killer and thief called ‘Shinigami’, and a very irate Dragon. Beyond them looms an even greater threat. Indeed, the greatest of them all.

(Alternative Universe, far-flung future sci-fi/fantasy. There are elements from the anime that exist here, albeit in very different forms; Gundam mechas, Zero, and lovely G-boys for instance. They are perhaps a universal constant we are not yet aware of.

This fic was original started over a decade ago. It has been heavily rewritten and should now be eventually finished)

The Arrangement (Ch. 22) https://archiveofourown.org/works/12131427/chapters/27928350

1X5

Wufei, struggling with his demons, agrees to a wartime fling with Heero, no affection needed or wanted. But the 'arrangement' lasts and grows as they join the preventers. It could become a source of strength for both. If they let it.

Mistaken-Miracles

When the Tides Change (Ch. 39) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12432602/39/When-The-Tides-Change

Preventers learn of a new underground rebellion group, along with the arrival of a new ally. Can Heero put his feelings aside to trust this ally or will new discoveries create tension between the Gundam Pilots? Can they work together to keep the peace? Or are there too many complications to control?

@outofworkshinigami​ / @shinigami-of-excellence​

Even Supervillains Need Sick Days http://archiveofourown.org/works/12264510

Pairings: 11x13, implied 11x13x6

Characters: Lady Une, Treize Khushrenada

Genre: hurt/comfort, sickfic

Warnings: very short vomit scene, can be skipped over; no other warnings apply (very mild fic for me, I know)

Summary: Treize has a habit of overworking himself. Sometimes (many times), the only thing stopping him from speaking, schmoozing, and battling himself into the grave is Lady Une.

Inspired by this and this.

@remsyk-blog​

Blooming For You (Ch. 8) https://archiveofourown.org/works/11981688/chapters/27911874

"You made flowers grow in my lungs, and though they are beautiful, I can't fucking breathe."

Duo has silently loved for them for years. He watched them find each other, yet the feelings still remained. But now the love he's carried for so long may become the thing that ends him.

1X3, 1X2X3

Scarlet Eve

Last Resistance to Peace (Ch. 24) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12270582/24/Last-Resistance-to-Peace

[Alternate Timeline] The Romefeller Foundation was once a quiet group of charitable aristocrats. After the announcement of their military branch, OZ, and the Gundams, Queen Relena Peacecraft's fears have been confirmed. Romefeller will stop at nothing to rule the planet under one government. But Relena and the Gundam pilots won't allow their fate to be chosen for them.

Shadow-Hawk2

Imperial Guard (Ch. 73) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12559874/73/Imperial-Guard

Duo Maxwell is trapped in another part of the galaxy far from all that he knows and the woman he loves. He must learn to survive among primitive violent people and accept that he may never be able to return to Earth.

Shinigamiinochi

Stagnation of Love (rewrite) (Ch. 68) https://archiveofourown.org/works/2490005/chapters/27824658

(Chapter 8, Part 23)

Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner/Trowa Barton, Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy/Relena Darlian, OC/Duo Maxwell

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Relena Darlian, Zechs

Child Abuse, Bullying, Angst, Suicide, Incest, Alternate Universe

Duo continues to struggle balancing all of his secrets and two lives while keeping Heero in the dark, but the weight of his problems quickly starts to see him making fatal mistakes.

StrawberryWaltz

The Forgotten (Ch. 9) https://archiveofourown.org/works/11686344/chapters/27950751

Quatre Raberba Winner/Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner/Original Male Character(s), Past Quatre/Trowa

The entire universe thinks that Quatre Winner is dead, but when Heero starts having strange black outs he begins to realize the rumors of Quatre's death might not be true.

Tahiri-Chan

Studio 10 (Ch. 7) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12623011/7/Studio-10

*UPDATE Chapitre 7* Quand on a 16 ans, et que la vie ne vous a laissé aucun répit, il faut du courage pour aller de l'avant ! Et faire les rencontres qui changeront vos vies...

TheHiddenBaroness

Resurrecting the Viper (Ch. 17) https://archiveofourown.org/works/10938852/chapters/27923703

Following a routine visit to Vingolf, Orga, Mikazuki and Merribit are surprised by the sudden appearance of a practically naked, injured woman. Although Artima seems to have full recollection of who she is, she does not seem to understand the outside world. Against Orga's better judgment, the Isaribi is soon entangled in Artima's quest to find and destroy her old mobile suit - and discover both she and it are relics from over three hundred years ago that could hold the key to Tekkadan's future.

TheManwell

May Demons Rest: Shinigami Sleeps (2017) (Ch. 24 & 25) http://archiveofourown.org/works/10944786/chapters/27794595

2X3, Language warnings

Fanart:

Aleximusprime

https://aleximusprime.deviantart.com/art/The-Wing-Gundam-707943103

Chibi Wing Gundam, model

@alpha2nd2006​

http://alpha2nd2006.tumblr.com/post/166117746417/inktober-day-6-day-6-favorite-relationship-s

Trowa Barton, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner, WuFei Chang

Chasingartwork

https://chasingartwork.deviantart.com/art/Broken-Waltz-707584067

Wing Gundam

@chronicwhimsy​

http://chronicwhimsy.tumblr.com/post/165928656728/october-l2-preventers-branch

OCs from Salvage (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8175788/chapters/18731570)

http://chronicwhimsy.tumblr.com/post/165945242042/so-today-salvage-is-celebrating-1-year-since-the

Salvage fanart. Duo Maxwell & WuFei Chang.

http://chronicwhimsy.tumblr.com/post/165982166077/inktober-day-2-more-of-these-nerds

Duo Maxwell, WuFei Chang

http://chronicwhimsy.tumblr.com/post/166016414277/inktober-day-3-am-i-going-to-spend-all-month

WuFei Chang & Duo Maxwell cuddles!

http://chronicwhimsy.tumblr.com/post/166051968227/inktober-day-4-ive-been-watching-cardcaptor

WuFei Chang, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton

http://chronicwhimsy.tumblr.com/post/166086407397/inktober-day-5-aka-dammit-maxwell-i-will-find-a

Duo Maxwell

http://chronicwhimsy.tumblr.com/post/166117147102/thelaughingstar-i-know-you-are-having-a-bad-day

Duo Maxwell, WuFei Chang

http://chronicwhimsy.tumblr.com/post/166152381227/inktober-day-7-mah-boi-kickin-ass

Duo Maxwell

@downwarddnaspiral​

http://downwarddnaspiral.tumblr.com/post/165943804921/grumpy-wufei-he-got-tired-of-his-shirt-my

WuFei Chang (lines)

http://downwarddnaspiral.tumblr.com/post/165942214001/my-proportions-are-off-today-i-have-days-where-i

Relena Darlian/Peacecraft (lines)

http://downwarddnaspiral.tumblr.com/post/165995898466/downwarddnaspiral-relena-in-color-slightly

Relena Darlian/Peacecraft (colored)

@endlesschaoscosart​

https://endlesschaoscosart.tumblr.com/post/166056205461/trowa-barton-oh-youre-my-pretty-thing

Trowa Barton

@graydama​

https://graydama.tumblr.com/post/165943884420/driving-school

Driving School fan art!

Odin and Inari

Posted to GW OC October

@helmistress​

https://talliya.deviantart.com/art/Meilan-Long-708100867

Meilan Long

Jetna250

https://jetna250.deviantart.com/art/RG-XXXG-00W0-Wing-Gundam-Zero-EW-2-708070061

Wing Zero, model

https://jetna250.deviantart.com/art/RG-XXXG-00W0-Wing-Gundam-Zero-EW-708069220

Wing Zero, model

Murumokirby360

https://murumokirby360.deviantart.com/art/Deathscythe-Hell-Chowder-707195203

Chowder as Deathsycthe Hell

@oldnewtype​

https://oldnewtype.tumblr.com/post/166017614375/this-is-a-pretty-old-one-i-built-in-2012-the-160

Wing Gundam, model

@pawedprints​ / @fantwirls​

http://pawedprints.tumblr.com/post/166091495618/inktober-day-5

Duo Maxwell

Rubatosian-Force

https://rubatosian-force.deviantart.com/art/TRAUMA-grey-scale-708398038

Heero Yuy

@sctvita1988​

https://sctvita1988.tumblr.com/post/165941824329/nxedge-style-ms-unit-wing-gundam-zero-the-ew

Wing Gundam, model

@specopsmk2​

http://specopsmk2.tumblr.com/post/166016261222/been-watching-gundam-wing-for-the-first-time-and

Tallgeese

TheBRSteamer95

https://thebrsteamer95.deviantart.com/art/SFM-Gundam-Breaker-2-Wing-Zero-Scene-708312865

Wing Zero

https://thebrsteamer95.deviantart.com/art/SFM-Wing-Gundam-and-Barbatos-707368829

Wing Gundam and Barbatos

@vegalume

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/166040070415/the-color-washed-out-a-little-my-wall-of-g-boys

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, WuFei Chang, Milliardo Peacecraft/Zechs Merquise, Treize Khushrenada

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/166039122310/my-two-newest-paintings-i-just-finished-treize

Zechs & Treize close-up

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/166129273815/hee-hee

Heero Yuy

Cosplay:

Hezakota

https://hezakota.deviantart.com/art/Duo-Maxwell-from-Gundam-Wing-708094286

Duo Maxwell

No Idea What To Put This Under:

@gwepisode50

https://gw-ficrecfriday.tumblr.com/post/165941397916/the-unified-earth-borders-and-politics

The Unified Earth, borders, and politics

Thoughts/Discussion

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(Saturday) December 23, 2017 - (Sunday) December 24, 2017

*** event will be observing Universal Coordinated Time (UTC) ***

Submissions: Fanfiction, Meta essays, Personal Headcanon, Fan Art

Rules: All works must feature a science fiction theme. Alternate Universes, and cross-over fiction are welcome. There are no limits to characters, pairings, audience rating, time frame or universe.

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https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/164521028355/update

For the month of October, we can post everything and anything pertaining to fan OCs in Gundam Wing with weekly themes and perhaps a featured OC every other day or so. This includes fic, snippets, art, OC profiles, headcanons, ships, discussions, and anything you have as long as it’s about an OC. Even if this OC of yours is still in the mulling-stages, we want to hear about it! Let’s embrace OCs and celebrate our collective awesomeness.

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https://gwblockparty.tumblr.com/post/165669240206/unnatural-november-is-coming

The entire month of November.

Supernatural, Otherworldly, Spooky, Alien Techy, Unnatural things will all be taken! Join the fun!

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Gundam Wing Pod Fics on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works?utf8=%E2%9C%93&work_search%5Bsort_column%5D=revised_at&work_search%5Bother_tag_names%5D=podfic&work_search%5Bquery%5D=&work_search%5Blanguage_id%5D=&work_search%5Bcomplete%5D=0&commit=Sort+and+Filter&tag_id=Gundam+Wing

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http://www.gundam-wing-diaries.foreverfandom.net/gw/main_Updates.htm

[yourselina12]

Hello everyone

This is my first attempt of posting a story so please be gentle.

Its not Bethyl its actually a story from my mom. She’ll love constructive criticism.

This story is based on love, romance, the supernatural, Good versus Evil, and how the Gods, Goddess, Saints got together and gifted a child that crossed over to many time to fight right alongside of them without anyone noticing it. Along the way, she makes many mistakes and helps everyone she met. She is one of many Gods *Angels and a Witch, but in a different way, not what you expected. Iris is tall slender light complexion, has long brunette hair and the most beautiful light brown eyes you ever seen. She was born on Hallow Eve right on midnight; her destiny leads her to an adventure she would never forget. She was gifted by the Gods, Goddess and Saints to help people with their problem. Her mother realizes what she could do and got scared, knowing if people found out they would hurt her or worse and other would treat her different. Her mother ended up bounding her power in an early age so she can live a normal life not realizing the consequence of her action. Only her family and some friends know her secret that she had helped along the way and kept it. Eventually Iris got very sick at the age of eight; she was getting ready to pass away, but something happen that change her destiny. Her mother realize what she had done and had no choice, but to give her back to the Gods, Goddess and Saints. To save her life knowing what she did, she asked for forgiveness leaving her in God hand and promise not to interfere. Iris world open up in a different way, and once again destiny interfered changing her course awaking her in a dangerous way. She goes through hell and back along the way and meets the most interesting people. She has a heart of gold and danger follows her everywhere. She learns what friendship is, what betrayal is, and how people in this world possess the seven deadly sins and more. I hope you enjoy her story as much as I loved writing it. But beware everything is not what it shows themselves to be and Iris finds out the hard way.  

Authors note: If your interested still here’s 

                          Witchcraft part 3: The Beginning

You ever had a funny feeling you been somewhere before? That’s how Iris felt, when she first went to see an apartment in Little Italy .That’s the name of the neighborhood the building was located in, Iris was apartment hunting looking for a nice place, but affordable to live in not knowing destiny was guiding her there. CHAPTER ONE In 1980 Iris went to see an apartment in 2075... I had called the landlord to meet up with him at the building. He was letting me know he has three apartment vacated. One was in the fourth floor, and the other two in the second floor. Once I got there I meet up with a short elderly Italian man name Lorenzo he’s light complexion, bald with light brown eyes. He showed me the one in the fourth floor. It was a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. As we walk in, I noticed there was a long dark hallway before entering the kitchen. It was nice and big, the wall was painted bright yellow it had a double sink. I noticed next to it was a small sink to wash up with that supportive to be in the bathroom. I continue looking around noticing two cabinets, a stove, a refrigerator and to my surprise. There was a tub right smack in the middle of the kitchen it had plaid wood on top of it. I didn't notice it right away *when I came in. I was shocked to see it there when I realize what it was and I decided to ask. He laughed explaining that the building was built in the early 1900’s. Who ever built this building didn't know what they were doing they must have been drunk putting a tub and sink in the kitchen. All I could do was laugh finding it funny. I also noticed gas lanterns in the ceiling not light fixer. I frown finding that kind of strange and dangerous wondering if there was any gas still running through the pipe. He explains that all the gas line was closed years ago, that's why he was renovating the building putting it up to code. I continue looking around the kitchen to my right I noticed another room. The landlord explains to me that was the living room, I went to see it opening a glass door. I walk into the room and saw it was very big with double windows and it had plenty of sunlight coming in. We left the living room entering the kitchen again to my left, there were three more rooms, two were the bedrooms the other was the bathroom. I walk over to the first room it was the bathroom and when I look in. I didn't like what I was seeing, it was small there was a toilet and a small window it looked more like an outhouse. He explains how he was renovating the entire bathroom in the building, but it was going to take some time. I walk too one of the bedrooms and look in, I felt a cold chill run threw my body and all of sudden a shadow pass by me really fast. I looked back, but no one was there. I brushed it off thinking nothing of it seeing the open window thinking it’s probably the wind or something and continued to look into the other bedrooms. It was nice & big, and roomy, but something was missing there were no closets in either of the rooms. I ask if he was going to build one in and that when it happens, a little girl appears out of nowhere smiling up at me. She was coming out of one room entering the other room. I stood staring at her as she continues walk pass us going into the living room. I notice the landlord didn't even notice the little girl the way he continued explaining that it was going to take a couple of months before he finishes renovating the building. I smile and continue *looking past him into the living room. We return back to the kitchen as he continues talking. I asked him if I could see the other two apartments in the lower floor. Right when he was about to tell me, the little girl passes us again she smiled and said hello. I smiled back and before I knew what was happening the kitchen was changing right before my eyes the landlord was still talking as I looked away staring at her. All of sudden out of nowhere a whole family appeared, I was shock watching the little girl run up to a lady. I presume it was her mother, she looked young and the way they were talking and the little girl was smiling up at her nodding her head yes. There also was an older lady there I presume it was the grandmother the way she pinch her cheek telling her Bella [beautiful] and she ran off laughing. They were preparing dinner while two other kids a boy and another girl was running around. Two men walk in through the door passing right through us, it gave me the only cold chill one was their father and the other young man looked like his son, the kid’s ran up to him screaming papa [daddy], papa [daddy]. The young man walks up to the mother kisses her on the cheek. The older lady grabs his face blessing and kissing him on both cheeks. There were seven people in the house getting everything ready for supper. While the two ladies continue cooking, the men put up a piece of plaid wood on top of the tub and that was the kitchen table. I couldn’t help it, but laugh at least now I know what it was use for besides taking a bath. The kid’s would set up the table with a tablecloth, spoon, fork, knifes, plates and cups. I noticed their clothes it was an old fashion style the girls had on a long black dress down to her knees with a white shirt underneath, white short sock and black buster brown shoes. The boy was wearing blue pants and white shirt which he took off and underneath he had a white t-shirt on wearing black boots. It looked like they were wearing a school uniform. The mother and the grandmother were wearing a long black skirt with a floweriest shirt and sandals. The men had work clothes on blue pants, black boots and a white shirt that had their name on it. They were taking off their shirt and had on a white tee. They didn't have a lot of furniture, but there were plenty of beds to sleep on. They were speaking in a different language it sounded like Italian. “Come e stato lavorare?” sua moglie ha chiesto. [How was work? His wife asked.] “Fine lavon,” [work was fine.] After everything was done they were ready to sit down, they pray first blessing the food and started eating as they talk about their day. The little girl kept looking at me pointing to my stomach and I laugh and said yes. The landlord at that moment was asking me the same question.....                                                         “So are you having a baby?”   “Yes I am, due in a couple of month.”   “You’re first?”   “No, I have a son he’s one years old.”   “That's great, so would you be interested in the apartment?”   “Yes I am, but if you could show me the others apartment that you have available.” “Yes, I only got one more two bedroom apartment the other one is a one bedroom apartment in the second floor.” “Oh alright, let's see it.”   “I got to warn you it’s not ready yet. I'm renovating the bathroom making it bigger putting the sink and tub in. There a mess in there and you have to be careful when you walk in,” he was explaining as we were leaving. “I understand,” as I took one last look and wave goodbye to the little girl. I whisper…“Very interesting.” I made a cross sign as I was leaving out the door. The landlord just looked at me and looked around wondering, who was I looking at and why did I do the cross sign? As we were going down the stairs the landlord couldn’t help but asked, if everything was alright. “Yes, why do you ask?” “You know, you’re the third person that I showed this apartment too and they all did the same thing, but they were freaking out and you’re not.”                                               “Something is bothering me, was there a death in this apartment?” I asked looking at him. He was shock I would ask that. “As a matter of fact yes there was... the whole family died here years ago due to a gas leak around 1920. One of the ceiling pipes broke and gas was leaking late at night while they were sleeping it was a family of seven people.” I stood looking at him and smiled as we continue walking into the next apartment. The worker was on break when we walk in the ceiling was down the gas line was being replaced with wire and fixer. The bathroom was getting rebuilt as they were putting in the tub first. They remodeled the bedroom it had a closet in each room, but there was still a lot of work to be done. I talk it over with the landlord and told him. I was interested in the second floor apartment. He asked me if I wanted to wait until the apartment was done, he'll be glad to rent it to me. I agreed and told him. “I'll be back in a couple of months if I haven’t found anything yet.” As I was leaving I couldn't stop thinking about the little girl. It wasn't the first ghost I ever seen. You see, I grew up seeing ghost so it wasn't scary seeing the little girl. I was heading home and started thinking about when they use to visit me late at night all the stories they use to tell me, before crossing over. I started laughing remembering the One….

Authors note:We’ll love your input if your interested?

Have a good night Everyone

[foruwithallmyheart-blog]

as minhas partes favoritas de cada música da playlist - parte 1

“i guess i always knew that i had all the strength to make it through… not gonna be afraid, i'm gonna wake up feeling beautiful today and know that i'm okay, cause everyone's perfect in unusual ways. so see, now… now i believe in me” – believe in me – demi lovato

“you can take everything i have, you can break everything i am, like i'm made of glass, like i'm made of paper. go on and try to tear me down, i will be rising from the ground like a skyscraper.” skyscraper – demi lovato

“my love is like a star, you can't always see me, but you know that i'm always there. when you see one shining take it as mine, and remember I’m always near. if you see a comet, i’m on it making my way back home. just follow the glow, it won’t be long, just know that you’re not alone.” – my love is like a star – demi lovato

“i used to hold my freak back, now i’m letting go. i make my own choice, bitch i run this show. so leave the lights on, no you can’t make me behave.” – confident – demi lovato

“and when your hope crashes down, shattering to the ground, y feel all alone. when you don't know which way to go and there's no signs leading you home, you're not alone.” – gift of a friend – demi lovato

“i want a gentlemen who treats me like a queen, i need respect, i need love, nothing in between. i will not spell it out for you if you can't see, cause you're not worth it, you don't deserve me and now i'm gone” – everything you’re not – demi lovato

“i don't know what i’d do without you, your words are like a whisper come through. as long as you are with me here tonight i'm good. […] cause you’re my sanity, you bring me peace, sing me to sleep… say you’ll be my nightingale.” – nightingale – demi lovato

“and we stand together facing a war, and our love is gonna conquer it all, we are lionhearts. you're here like a silhouette, when the darkness rules you're the brightest moon and i am safe.” – lionheart – demi lovato

“baby, fineness is the way to kill tell me how it feel, bet it's such a bitter pill. and yeah i know, you thought you had bigger, better things, bet right now this stings. cause the grass is greener under me, bright as technicolor, i can tell that you can see.” – sorry not sorry – demi lovato

“every night is like looking at a dark screen,you're never too young or too old to dream. you can make a fantasy into a reality, because you're creating your own masterpiece. close your eyes and dream it, seeing is believing.” – work of art – demi lovato

“i just entered this brand new world and i'm so open hearted. i know i’ve got a long way to go, but i'm just getting started.” – me, myself and time – demi lovato

“all the youth in the world will not save you from growing older and all the truth in a girl is too precious to be stolen from her. it’s just the way it is and maybe it’s never gonna change, but i got a mind to show my strength and i got a right to speak my mind. and i’m gonna pay for this, they’re gonna burn me at the stake, but i got a fire in my veins, i wasn't made to fall in line.” – fall in line – christina aguilera feat. demi lovato

“there's always gonna be another mountain, i'm always gonna wanna make it move. always gonna be an uphill battle, sometimes i'm gonna have to lose. ain’t about how fast i get there, ain’t about what's waiting on the other side. it’s the climb.” – the climb – miley cyrus

“don't be afraid to make a move, it won't hurt you, just do what you were born to do and everything works out right. don't listen to all the people who hate, cause all they do is help make your mistakes for you.” – liberty walk – miley cyrus

“i wanna fly, i wanna drive, i wanna go, i wanna be a part of something i don’t know. and if you try to hold me back i might explode. baby, by now you should know, i can’t be tamed.” – can’t be tamed – miley cyrus

“you’ve got every right to a beautiful life, c’mon. who says? who says you’re not perfect? who says you’re not worth it? who says you’re the only one that’s hurting? trust me, that’s the price of beauty, who says you’re not pretty? who says you’re not beautiful? who says?” – who says – selena gomez

“the world can be a nasty place, you know it, i know it. we don’t have to fall from grace, put down the weapons you fight with and kill ‘em with kindness.” – kill ‘em with kindness – selena gomez

“don't go and waste your precious time with all the nonsense on your mind. don't criticize yourself no more, you got a smile worth fighting for. you've got everything with your perfect porcelain, ain't no one compare to it, you just gotta remind yourself that you're amazing babe, you break it down in every way, could be smiling every day, you just gotta remind yourself. […] cause you’re brave, yeah, you’re honest and you’re beautiful, girl.” – brave, honest, beautiful – fifth harmony

“where’re you from? must be heaven. you’d be rich if looking good was your profession. think i’m in love, cause you’re so sexy. boy, i ain’t talking about you, i’m talking to my own reflection.” – reflection – fifth harmony

“C-O-N-F-I-D-E-N-T, that’s me, i’m confident. don’t want your compliments, use common sense, i’m on my michelle obama. shhh, shut your mouth, boy i think you know who run this house. i ain’t thirsting for no bae, cause i already know what you’re tryna say.” – bo$$ - fifth harmony

“you’ve been down before, you’re been hurt before, you got up before, you’ll be good to go. destiny said it, you got to get up and get it, get mad independent and don’t you ever forget it. got some dirt on your shoulder, then let me brush it off for you. if you’re feeling me, put your five high, that’s my girl!” – that’s my girl – fifth harmony

“cold, cause she has been here before, she doesn’t cry anymore, no looking back. no, she doesn't go to the bar, too many lovers she's scarred, and they want her back. she loves control, she wants it her way. and there’s no way she’ll ever stay unless you give it up.” – she loves control – camila cabello

“darling, come on and let me in. darling, all of the strangers are gone, they're gone. i said, darling, come on and let me see. darling, i promise that i won't run. so tell me, who are you in the dark?” – in the dark – camila cabello

“i’m a survivor, i'm not gonna give up, i'm not gonna stop, i'm gonna work harder. i'm a survivor, i'm gonna make it, i will survive, keep on surviving.” – survivor – destiny’s child

“but there’s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark, you should know you’re beautiful just the way you are, and you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart. no scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful.” – scars to your beautiful – alessia cara

“you don't have to feel like a waste of space, you're original, cannot be replaced. if you only knew what the future holds, after a hurricane comes a rainbow. maybe a reason why all the doors are closed, so you could open one that leads you to the perfect road.” – firework – katy perry

“you tried to break me, but you see. what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, stand a little taller, doesn't mean i'm lonely when i'm alone. what doesn't kill you makes a fighter, footsteps even lighter, doesn't mean i'm over cause you're gone.” – stronger (what doesn’t kill you) – kelly clarkson

“don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars, seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing, it's okay not to be okay. sometimes it's hard to follow your heart. tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising, just be true to who you are.” – who you are – jessie j

“pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever, ever feel like you’re less than fucking perfect. pretty, pretty please if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me. you’re so mean when you talk about yourself, you were wrong. change the voices in your head, make them like you instead.” – fucking perfect – p!nk

“i’m beautiful in my way, cause God makes no mistakes, i’m on the right track, baby, i was born this way. don't hide yourself in regret, just love yourself and you're set. i’m on the right track, baby, i was born this way.” – born this way – lady gaga

“i woke up like this, i woke up like this. we flawless, ladies tell them. i woke up like this, i woke up like this. we flawless, ladies tell them. say “i look so good tonight”, God damn, God damn. say “i look so good tonight” God damn, God damn, God damn!” – flawless – beyoncé (na verdade a minha parte favorita dessa música é o discurso icônico da Chimamanda, mas é muito grande então deixa essa kkkkkk)

“i've gotta keep the calm before the storm, i don’t want less, i don't want more. must bar the windows and the doors to keep me safe, to keep me warm. […] God keep my head above water, don’t let me drown, it gets harder. i’ll meet you there at the altar, as i fall down to my knees, don’t let me drown.” – head above water – avril lavigne

“you know that i'm a crazy bitch, i do what i want, when i feel like it, all i want to do is lose control. and that's why i smile, it's been a while since everyday and everything has felt this right.” – smile – avril lavigne

“you're not alone, together we stand. i'll be by your side, you know i'll take your hand. when it gets cold and it feels like the end, there's no place to go, you know i won't give in. keep holding on cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through, just stay strong cause you know i'm here for you, i'm here for you.” – keep holding on – avril lavigne

“tenha dentro do seu coração pureza e verdade, o que você transmitir volta com intensidade. quando não souber o que pedir, peça felicidade. quando não souber o que doar, doe sua metade. e depois vai sentir a energia e satisfação de ver nascer um novo dia.” – peça felicidade – melim

“used to cry about some crazy shit before, i used to feel so obligated to be so much more. i used to let some people tell me how to live and what to be, but if i can’t be me, than fuck’s the point? no, i don’t care about it anymore.” – i don’t care – ariana grande

“baby, don’t you know? all of them tards gonna come and go. baby, you just gotta make up your mind that every little thing is gonna be alright.” – be alright – ariana grande

“here's one thing you can trust, it take you and me to make us. one of those days you had enough, i'll be there. cause if it ain't one thing, it's another. if you need someone to pull you out the bubble, i'll be right there just to hug you, i'll be there. where are you? are you home? call me right on the phone, i'll be there. i don't care who is gone, you shouldn't be alone, i'll be there.” – get well soon – ariana grande

“right now i’m in a state of mind, i wanna be in like all the time. ain’t got no tears left to cry, so i’m picking it up, picking it up, i’m loving, i’m living, i’m picking it up.” – no tears left to cry – ariana grande

“sometimes it’s hard to find my way up into the clouds, tune it out, they can be so loud. you remind me of a time when things weren’t so complicated, all i need is to see your face. feel my blood running, swear the sky’s falling, i know that all this shit’s fabricated. time goes by and i can't control my mind, don’t know what else to try, but you tell me every time: just keep breathing and breathing and breathing and breathing, oh, i gotta keep, i keep on breathing.” – breathin’ – ariana grande

“and i can be all the things you told me not to be, when you try to come for me i keep on flourishing, and he see the universe when I'm in company, it’s all in me.” - God is a woman - ariana grande

“you're insecure don't know what for, you’re turning heads when you walk through the door, don't need makeup to cover up, being the way that you are is enough.” - what makes you beautiful - one direction

“you never love yourself half as much as i love you, you'll never treat yourself right darling but i want you to. if i let you know, i’m here for you, maybe you'll love yourself like i love you.” - little things - one direction

“we all need something, this can't be over now. if i could hold you, i swear i'd never put you down. diana, let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes, you've been lonely, you don't even know me, but i can feel you crying. diana, let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life, i don’t think you even realise, baby, you'd be saving mine.” - diana - one direction

“if this is love then love is easy, it’s the easiest thing to do. if this is love then love completes me, cause it feels like i've been missing you. a simple equation with no complications, to leave you confused. if this is love, love, love, it’s the easiest thing to do.” - love is easy - mcfly

“quando não houver saída, quando não houver mais solução, ainda há de haver saída, nenhuma idéia vale uma vida. quando não houver esperança, quando não restar nem ilusão, ainda há de haver esperança, em cada um de nós, algo de uma criança.” - enquanto houver sol - titãs

“tudo vai ficar bem e as minhas lágrimas vão secar. tudo vai ficar bem e essas feridas vão se curar. se recebo dor, te devolvo amor, e quanto mais dor recebo, mais percebo que sou indestrutível.” - indestrutível - pabllo vittar

“lights will guide you home and ignite your bones, and i will try to fix you.” - fix you - coldplay

“cause you're a sky, you're a sky full of stars. such a heavenly view, you're such a heavenly view.” - a sky full of stars - coldplay

“beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel, love your imperfections, every angle. tomorrow comes and goes before you know, so i just had to let you know.” - beautiful (remix) - bazzi feat camila cabello

[sherpp]

Dragon High

HIGH SCHOOL AU / MYTHICAL BEING AU || ONG SEONGWU X READER || SERIES || Words: 1550 ||

Legend has it that there’s a hidden dragon’s keep under the school; only the chosen one can open it and awaken the dragon inside.

Chapter 1

Losing a parent is hard. You feel as if you’re trapped in a life you no longer know, as if you’re whole life had been one long dream. And you’ve awoken to a reality you’ve never even thought you’d experience..

At least that’s how you’re supposed to feel. right? Everyone says so, but you’re mother dying was the best thing to happen to you. Your father got a promotion and you moved. Leaving that old dusty town was just the thing you needed. It was a human populated area. You had to commute two and a half hours to get to a school, hidden in the woods, filled with your own kind. mythical beings that is.

Not many people like mythical beings. Humans used to hunt them for sport, so they had to go into hiding. Those who are lucky enough to be able to conceal it are able to live among the humans.

You were one of those lucky few. Thankfully you had been born into a family of witches and wizards. No you weren’t rich like that movie kid, Harry Potter; and you don’t have warts and a long nose, nor are you green.

“Y/N?” You’re dad called, pulling you away from your thoughts.

“Go outside and grab your boxes from the truck, quickly before I turn your nose into a snout!” he smiled. He wiggled his nose and the boxes in his arms began unpacking themselves. Rolling your eyes you ran outside.

You picked up the smaller boxes and set them inside the entryway. You tried wiggling your nose like your father had done minutes before, but the boxes remained still. You sighed angrily and kicked the box closest to you.

“Y/N! Stop kicking them and get the rest of the kitchen stuff!” Your dad yelled. It must be great to have eyes everywhere, literally. You thought flicking an eye on the wall.

“C’mon Y/N those took months to perfect, don’t mess them up on me now!”

“Sorry!” You called back, running to grab the last box. You set it on the kitchen table and joined your dad next to the fridge.

“It won’t work. It’s broken. We need to buy a new one. I can’t believe it. I charmed it myself how could it have broken?”

“Hey dad,” You placed your hand on his shoulder. “Have you tried plugging it in?” You asked motioning towards the cord leading from behind the fridge.

“Y/N..! What would I do without you?” He kissed your forehead and snapped. The cord plugged itself in.

“Could you stop showing off? You know I can’t do things like that yet!” He patted your head.

“You will soon. You’re just a little slow.”

“I’m not slow! I can do this!” You waved your hand above your head. Utensils and plates flew around the room trying to find their rightful place.

“Sweetie, normal witches and wizards master that when they’re five. You mastered that last week.”

“Okay maybe I am slow, but it’s moms fault, she refused to teach me.”

“She did not, you just didn’t want to be taught, and by the time you started school it was too late.” You rolled your eyes and headed towards the door.

“I’m going exploring.” You stated and slammed the front door shut.

You hugged yourself as you walked down the street, regretting not bringing a coat. The early autumn winds attacked your skin with bitter stings. You found a coffee shop and decided it was a wonderful place to warm up.

You ordered a hot chocolate and sat in a booth looking out the front window. You counted the people as they walked by. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5-

“Hey!” You turned your head. “This is my table.” You looked up at the girl. She was tall and had long wavy hair. She looked like she could kick your ass, but something made you want to test that.

“Is your name on it?” You asked.

“Yeah,” she pointed to the corner. Sua. ”Now move, or else.” You bit your lip as you looked into her eyes.

“I think I’ll take my chances.” You smirked as you took a sip of your hot chocolate.

“I like you.” She said as she sat across from you.

“I’m Y/N.” You said reaching your hand out.

“Moon Sua.” She ignored your hand. “I haven’t seen you here before, so you either escaped from your kidnappers or you just moved here.”

“Ah, yeah those pesky kidnappers held me captive my whole life.”

“So you just moved here, how do you like Boring Town?” She asked leaning back and sipping her coffee.

“Well, I’ve been here a total of 2 hours and I guess you could say it lives up to it’s name..” Sua smirked again.

“Okay we’re going to be great friends. I can assume you’re a witch? You don’t have an unnecessary amount of hair and you don’t have fangs so either that or you’re human and I’ve just doomed this entire town. How frightening.” She said rolling her eyes.

“I’m a witch.” You said smiling as you turned to look out the window again. You noticed a boy in the bakery window across the street. He was kneading dough on a countertop.

“Who’re you checking out? Is it the bakery kid? I know him if you want me to introduce you!” Sua’s sudden words surprised you.

“You know him?” You asked.

“Yeah, we go to school together.” She smiled looking down at her coffee. “His name is Seongwu, he’s one of the popular kids, but he is really really nice!”

“You like him?”

“Wha-? No! He’s just a friend. I mean I did kinda like him when we were kids but that shipped sailed long ago.”

“Oh, okay.” You looked at the clock on your phone. “I better get going, my dad will lock me out if I’m not home in time.”

“Wow, your dad’s strict?”

“No, he’s a wannabe prankster.” You stood up and went to buy a brownie to keep you warm on your walk home. You noticed a help wanted poster.

“You guy’s are hiring?” You asked pointing to the sign.

“Yes, you want an application?” The lady asked.

“Yes please!” You smiled. The woman handed you your brownie and an application.

“Thank you! Come again soon!” She smiled.

You left quickly. It was darker now and the wind was colder. You wanted to get home as soon as possible.

However, Sua had other plans. She grabbed you and pulled you into the bakery. The smell of  fresh bread filled the room. The place was warmer than the coffee shop, most likely due to the ovens in the back.

“Hey Mr. Lee!” Sua greeted the older man at the counter.

“Evening Sua, is this another one of your friends that want to meet Seongwu?”

“No this one’s all mine.”

“Ah okay, so you want your usual loaf or are you feeling rebellious today?”

“I’ll take the usual, mom doesn’t feel like going crazy tonight.”

“Coming right up.” He smiled and went into the back.

“You come here often enough to have a usual?” You asked her.

“Well yeah, that’s my brother’s best friend’s dad. Plus he does have the best bread in town.” Mr. Lee came back with with bread in a bag.

“Thanks, have a good day. See you at the picnic!” Sua grabbed your arm and dragged you outside.

“What picnic?”

“We have a picnic every year at the start of the school year. My brother bring his friends and they bring their parents. I take the food into the house and avoid people. It’s a lovely time.” She said.

“Sounds exciting.”

“It actually is a really nice time, you should come this year.”

“Really, you’re gonna invite a total stranger to a picnic?”

“Well yeah, I mean if you were to do something there’s going to be a least 18 other witches and wizards there to stop you so.”

“Ah I see, so no revolution?”

“No revolution.” She said laughing a little.

“Damn I was really looking forward to turning against the government.”

“Maybe I’ll ask my mom if the next time you come over we can revolt.”

“Yeah that would be great thanks.”

“You know you’re cool for a new girl.” The two of you turned onto your street.

“Thanks?”

“It was a compliment. Anyway’s this is where I leave you. Goodbye Y/F/N!” She turned and ran to the house across from yours.

“Goodbye Moon Sua!” You went inside your own house.

“Finally you’re home. I put your boxes in your room. Unpack and go to sleep.”

“Yes sir!” You saluted him and went up the stairs. 

You opened the door to your new room. The walls were orange and the floor was a white carpet. You waved your hand and the boxes unpacked themselves.

You yawned and took a seat on your new bay window. You looked across the street at Sua’s house. She was sitting in her window as well. She waved and you waved back.

You closed the curtains and flopped on the newly made bed. You flicked your wrist and the light turned off. Soon you fell asleep.

[diversosdispersos]

- - Derek Walcott.

LOVE AFTER LOVE

The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

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O AMOR DEPOIS DO AMOR

Virá o tempo quando, com euforia, você vai saudar a si mesmo chegando à sua porta, diante do seu espelho, e sorrindo um dará ao outro as boas-vindas, e dirá: sente-se aqui. Coma. Você amará novamente o estranho que era você. Ofereça vinho. E pão. Devolva o seu coração para si mesmo, para o estranho que te amou por toda a sua vida, a quem você ignorou mas que te conhece de cor. Recolha as cartas de amor na estante, as fotografias, as anotações de angústia, descole sua imagem do espelho. Sente-se. Celebre sua vida.

[Trad.: Vanderley Mendonça]

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WINDING UP

I live on the water, alone. Without wife and children, I have circled every possibility to come to this:

a low house by grey water, with windows always open to the stale sea. We do not choose such things,

but we are what we have made. We suffer, the years pass, we shed freight but not our need

for encumbrances. Love is a stone that settled on the sea-bed under grey water.  Now, I require nothing

from poetry but true feeling, no pity, no fame, no healing. Silent wife, we can sit watching grey water,

and in a life awash with mediocrity and trash live rock-like.

I shall unlearn feeling, unlearn my gift.  That is greater and harder than what passes there for life.

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MAP OF THE NEW WORLD

I Archipelagos

At the end of this sentence, rain will begin. At the rain’s edge, a sail.

Slowly the sail will lose sight of islands; into a mist will go the belief in harbours of an entire race.

The ten-years war is finished. Helen’s hair, a grey cloud. Troy, a white ashpit by the drizzling sea.

The drizzle tightens like the strings of a harp. A man with clouded eyes picks up the rain and plucks the first line of the Odyssey.

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MIDSUMMER, TOBAGO

Broad sun-stoned beaches.

White heat. A green river.

A bridge, scorched yellow palms

from the summer-sleeping house drowsing through August.

Days I have held, days I have lost,

days that outgrow, like daughters, my harbouring arms.

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NAMES

(for Edward Brathwait)

             I

My race began as the sea began, with no nouns, and with no horizon, with pebbles under my tongue, with a different fix on the stars.

But now my race is here, in the sad oil of Levantine eyes, in the flags of the Indian fields.

I began with no memory, I began with no future, but I looked for that moment when the mind was halved by a horizon.

I have never found that moment when the mind was halved by a horizon – for the goldsmith from Benares, the stonecutter from Canton, as a fishline sinks, the horizon sinks in the memory.

Have we melted into a mirror, leaving our souls behind? The goldsmith from Benares, the stonecutter from Canton, the bronzesmith from Benin.

A sea-eagle screams from the rock, and my race began like the osprey with that cry, that terrible vowel, that I!

Behind us all the sky folded, as history folds over a fishline, and the foam foreclosed with nothing in our hands

but this stick to trace our names on the sand which the sea erased again, to our indifference.

             II

And when they named these bays bays, was it nostalgia or irony?

In the uncombed forest, in uncultivated grass where was there elegance except in their mockery?

Where were the courts of Castille? Versailles’ colonnades supplanted by cabbage palms with Corinthian crests, belittling diminutives, then, little Versailles meant plans for a pigstry, names for the sour apples and green grapes of their exile.

Their memory turned acid but the names held; Valencia glows with the lanterns of oranges, Mayaro’s charred candelabra of cocoa. Being men, they could not live except they first presumed the right of every thing to be a noun. The African acquiesced, repeated, and changed them.

Listen, my children, say: moubain: the hogplum, cerise: the wild cherry, baie-la: the bay, with the fresh green voices they were once themselves in the way the wind bends our natural inflections.

These palms are greater than Versailles, for no man made them, their fallen columns greater than Castille, no man unmade them except the worm, who has no helmet, but was always the emperor,

and children, look at these stars over Valencia’s forest!

Not Orion, not Betelgeuse, tell me, what do they look like? Answer, you damned little Arabs! Sir, fireflies caught in molasses.

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ENDINGS

Things do not explode, they fail, they fade,

as sunlight fades from the flesh, as the foam drains quick in the sand,

even love’s lightning flash has no thunderous end,

it dies with the sound of flowers fading like the flesh

from sweating pumice stone, everything shapes this

till we are left with the silence that surrounds Beethoven’s head.

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PREPARING FOR EXILE

Why do I imagine the death of Mandelstam among the yellowing coconuts, why does my gift already look over its shoulder for a shadow to fill the door and pass this very page into eclipse? Why does the moon increase into an arc-lamp and the inkstain on my hand prepare to press thumb-downward before a shrugging sergeant? What is this new odour in the air that was once salt, that smelt like lime at daybreak, and my cat, I know I imagine it, leap from my path, and my children’s eyes already seem like horizons, and all my poems, even this one, wish to hide?

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IONA: VALLE MABOUYA

IV

[for Eric Brandford]

Ma Kilman, God will punish you, for the reason that you’ve got too much religion. On the other hand, God will bless you, God will bless you because of your charity.

Corbeau went to Curaçao, he sent you money back, you took the same money and put it in a rumshop. You can’t read, you can’t write, you can’t speak English, you should know that rumshops make no profit. When Corbeau came back, he had, yes he had money, when he arrived back here. Yes, Mama, Corbeau’ll go crazy!

Iona told Corbeau, while you were in Curaçao, I made two little children, come and see if they’re yours. Corbeau cried out, “Mama! Good night, ladies and gentlemen, light the lamp there for me, for me to look at these kids!” Corbeau came back and said, “I know niggers resemble, they may or may not be mine, I’ll mind them all the same!”

Ah yes, Corbeau then left, he went down to Roseau, he went to look fo work, to mind the two litte ones. Iona told Corbeau, don’t go down to roseau.

But he went to Roseau, and Roseau’s whores fell on him. Philippe Mago brought Corbeau a saxophone, he had no time to play the sax, a saxman just like him took away his living.

Saturday morning early, Corbeau goes into town. Saturday afternoon we hear Corbeau is dead. That really made me sad, that really burnt my heart; that really went through me when I heard Corbeau was dead.

Iona said like this: it made her sorry too, it really burnt her heart, that the saxophone will never play.

I heard a horn blowing by the river reeds down there. “Sweetheart”, I said, “I’ll go looking for flying fish for you.” When I got there, I came across Corbeau. He said: “That horn you heard was Iona horning me.”

The guitar man’s saying: “We both are guitar men, don’t take it for anything, we both holding the same beat.”

Iona got married, Sunday at four o’clock. Tuesday, by eight o’clock, she’s in the hospital. She made a fare, her husband broke her arm. When I meet your mother, I’ll tell what you did me. Iona! (I’ll tell your mama!) Iona! (You don’t listen to me!)

Thre days and three nights Iona boiled, she’s still not cooked. (I’ll tell her mother that). They say Iona’s changed, it isn’t changed Iona’s changed, she’s wicked, wicked, that’s all, Iona!

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A FAR CRY FROM AFRICA

A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa. Kikuyu, quick as flies, Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt. Corpses are scattered through a paradise. Only the worm, colonel of carrion, cries: “Waste no compassion on these separate dead!” Statistics justify and scholars seize The salients of colonial policy. What is that to the white child hacked in bed? To savages, expendable as Jews?

Threshed out by beaters, the long rushes break In a white dust of ibises whose cries Have wheeled since civilization’s dawn From the parched river or beast-teeming plain. The violence of beast on beast is read As natural law, but upright man Seeks his divinity by inflicting pain. Delirious as these worried beasts, his wars Dance to the tightened carcass of a drum, While he calls courage still that native dread Of the white peace contracted by the dead.

Again brutish necessity wipes its hands Upon the napkin of a dirty cause, again A waste of our compassion, as with Spain, The gorilla wrestles with the superman. I who am poisoned with the blood of both, Where shal I turn, divided to the vein? I who have cursed The drunken officer of British rule, how choose Beteween this Africa and the English tongue I love? Betray them both, or give back what thy give? How can I face such slaughter and be cool? How can I turn from Africa and live?

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101 músicas para malhar e gastar todas as energias

Para quem é apaixonada por música, todas as ocasiões pedem uma trilha sonora especial. No trabalho não é diferente. As músicas têm o poder de deixar o cotidiano mais leve e mais animador. Se você está procurando boas opções de músicas para trabalhar, confira nossas playlists!

Músicas nacionais para ouvir no trabalho

Que tal curtir o som de cantores brasileiros enquanto faz suas atividades? Fizemos uma seleção incrível de músicas nacionais para ouvir no trabalho que vão te dar ânimo e foco para passar o dia. Confira!

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1. O que se quer (Marisa Monte & Rodrigo Amarante) 2. João e Maria (Chico Buarque & Nara Leão) 3. A vida é cheia dessas coisas (Dani Black) 4. Águas de março (Elis Regina & Antônio Carlos Jobim) 5. Um sinal (Ivete Sangalo & Melim) 6. De verdade (Fresno) 7. Luz dos olhos (Nando Reis) 8. Pupila (ANAVITÓRIA & Vitor Kley) 9. Detesto despedidas (Lagum) 10. Tangerina (Tiago Iorc & Duda Beat) 11. Eu quero ser o mar (Mahmundi) 12. Fração de segundo (NX Zero) 13. O leaozinho (Caetano Veloso) 14. Dia lindo (Terno Rei) 15. Um anjo do céu (Maskavo) 16. Culpa (O Terno) 17. Pearl (Rubel) 18. Dona Cila (Maria Gadú) 19. Um sonho (Nação Zumbi) 20. Meu talismã (IZA) 21. Não olha assim pra mim (OUTROEU) 22. Bixinho (Duda Beat) 23. Faz sentido (Scracho) 24. Dia clarear (Banda do Mar) 25. Anjo da sorte (Gabriel Elias)

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Músicas para trabalhar concentrado

Para que o trabalho possa fluir e os objetivos possam ser cumpridos, é preciso manter o foco. Pensando nisso, fizemos essa playlist com uma seleção incrível de músicas para trabalhar concentrado. Confira!

26. Homesick (Kings of Convenience) 27. Flowers in your hair (The Lumineers) 28. Sorriso ao sono (Phill Veras) 29. Crosses (José González) 30. Island in the sun (Weezer) 31. Eu não valho nada (Lagum & Cynthia Luz) 32. Magic (Coldplay) 33. Harvest moon (Neil Young) 34. Blackbird (The Beatles) 35. Postcards from Italy (Beirut) 36. Madness (Muse) 37. Morada (Forfun) 38. I miss you (blink-182) 39. Royals (Lorde) 40. Re: stacks (Bon Iver) 41. Open (Rhye) 42. Really don’t like u (Tove Lo) 43. No Diggity (Nick Murphy / Chet Faker) 44. Carried away (H.E.R.) 45. Catch & Release (Matt Simons) 46. Coastline (Hollow Coves) 47. Brindo (Devendra Banhart) 48. My jinji (落日飛車 Sunset Rollercoaster) 49. Feel something (Adam Lambert) 50. Sound & color (Alabama Shakes)

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Músicas de motivação para trabalhar

Com a correria do cotidiano, muitas vezes acabamos perdendo o ânimo para seguir com as atividades da semana. Para que você possa se animar de novo, fizemos essa seleção de músicas de motivação para trabalhar. Ouça!

51. O telefone tocou novamente (Jorge Ben Jor) 52. E o meu peito mais aberto que o mar da Bahia (Vanguart) 53. Get on your boots (U2) 54. Don’t hurt yourself (Beyoncé) 55. Rolling in the deep (Adele) 56. Lutar pelo que é meu (Charlie Brown Jr.) 57. Sorri, Sou Rei (Natiruts & Claudia Leitte) 58. Wild thoughts (DJ Khaled feat. Rihanna & Bryson Tiller) 59. Around the world (Kings of Leon) 60. Treasure (Bruno Mars) 61. Garota nacional (Skank) 62. Greedy (Ariana Grande) 63. The hellcat spangled shalalala (Arctic Monkeys) 64. Orphans (Coldplay) 65. Desaparecido (Manu Chao) 66. I will wait (Mumford & sons) 67. Feel it still (Portugal. The Man) 68. Deixa em off (Turma do Pagode) 69. Holiday (Green Day) 70. The man (The Killers) 71. Motivation (Normani) 72. Ela me chamou para dançar um ragga (BRAZA) 73. A beautiful life (Tim McMorris) 74. Hey girl (Lady Gaga & Florence Welch) 75. Comin in hot (Adam Lambert) 76. Dog days are over (Florence + The Machine)

Músicas suaves para trabalhar

Você é dessas pessoas que precisa desacelerar para poder focar no trabalho? Então a playlist a seguir vai fazer você se apaixonar. Selecionamos apenas músicas suaves para trabalhar que vão te deixar calma e focada. Confira!

77. Oceano (Djavan) 78. Big black car (Gregory Alan Isakov) 79. Quero ser feliz também (Natiruts) 80. Girl crush (Harry Styles) 81. The ballad of Keenan Milton (Devendra Banhart) 82. Tudo passa (Marjorie Estiano) 83. Love someone (Jason Mraz) 84. Banana pancakes (Jack Johnson) 85. Janta (Marcelo Camelo & Mallu Magalhães) 86. Quis mudar (Tim Bernardes) 87. Fuck it I love you (Lana Del Rey) 88. XO (John Mayer) 89. Here comes the sun (The Beatles) 90. Bird song intro (Florence + The Machine) 91. Fallin’ for you (Colbie Caillat) 92. Home (Pacecamp) 93. Slow dancing in a burning room (Acoustic) (John Mayer) 94. High (fika) 95. Come here (Sabrina Claudio) 96. True love (SOJA) 97. Unattainable (Little Joy) 98. Quando bate aquela saudade (Rubel) 99. How soon the dawn (Jake Bugg) 100. Você me bagunça (O Teatro Mágico) 101. Throwaway (SG Lewis & Clairo)

Há momentos em que nos sentimos para baixo e o coração fica apertado. Quando essa angústia bater, escute nossa seleção com as melhores músicas tristes. Chore, cante e tire todos esses sentimentos de dentro de você!

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