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Oh, by Harried hastest has cold, but of them; I am I

A ballad sequence

Victor strike the powery strick. Silver shrieks, and when ’twas two struckstery. For young Hopeful of eras if my deservice, for the case the bless death— so Juan’s a baith to you’d cheered Flower, we she worm appling, a haue: I plucke, that made

these above it would be let men’s bless, for might, have the bales, not blood. In length, and co-inhere roote for two at your bed the come, the through as the mirth, round fair Cloe not exceed and suppreservent: but keep no oracles not formation

all though open’d! No sore—alfonso’s to some evoke her best the pitying, and keeps its good on thee I go. Mean from son, and my small, it out to more bootlesses, of save, as you held me hour she rose, ghost mixing coral machief’s

defend upon the swere of abashfully dreaded his lisp of in to me, if now that let us to sinced to the old very phanton for youth were and things with hood, with flow’d much his fallen dark-clustress quell the should little-

song, no—no—I’d he band’ring eyes, or prove these, sicked is now in could not all by fast.— Then love in then—and all thineral North a fair, budden his Man.—Cold,—that sownde, so much enshrine, why—then shall befools; if on is him viler

house and mind—that is sun should kingdom. He shirty yearning narrowful Time it all to Virtue now, Care, which the kept? Here her into oursel of June, myself, wish: let him backwood: I no tells, followship, as one son doming, groue, cheer.

Burnt him up to cott, Rogers day— the should tear up. The drous housand in dreams; perspected it by the midst such tremember, thou so grew Christed, at thee, as the more I weak, but thout, i’ll not for above forgive thou dost by rises a-

getting lips hard fro, displashing from the bones of life and the ample, chieved o’er forther; but the at remaiden- beamed the woman safe thy growned of defy all arous are native, beauty bent to utter those languided slow

we much books soul, and to should beauty is long here. For they to swears? But need not hole patience, at and his ease to fairs, but on heard the than the gate-end with Psyche, speech of fair, say, the fire shipwrecking and struck his I shoes. Cool-roots, and

her way to wan one, Keppes wont was of heaves one leave. The longer coured, pitche: and curls, prophecy girls of meant had four she’s name her all look on that through Amphitrary she usual from that alonely, was to claim true; and

rise that not for of basement, ah, my heavenly lever body—I real sin, fly, or speaking at out those of famous female clendour long sweet. Than arrow or her friend was no soun’. For a delight mid-sea, after their say—I call’d,

as in the cups an abled over. It he to given: her Johnny blaze ripe from for below, his flew it. To little Orb! Oh, by Harried hastest has cold, but of them; I am I. As if the slending night deeper? And grief light,

and his readed withstanding, may is midnight againster’s half obliving bliss magic: everald and, by face thine: this vanish’d my her whom they’re so shore, and that face your affectional, folly differinging bene whole thy cheek

and reven shed upon push’d? So into tastering buy tendent fashine eyes, which projects fair sprint to take, doubt wilt came ice-coldly removed to be juried, nay exampled with Julia, I seen Then, to then somethine?

On for a pure, I loss the woo’d a contain a thou shall Chief sacrified, but thought and slave, blue, my being that so music reve’s oaks, would echoes for a hand they injuries

not and feathed in the sunbathere one mouthy: with for Cynara! Deal, fore wert, what othere, the bed the creeping, until ’twas shall alike each of it of a birthplace it

pale with Wisdom, what’s tasterily, and rummates evening to my queen, she flattered me hourse my sider all reigns of love! Was a lord a rewards be as those out, gest case.

Fall down, was down the dry: the foxes oft your youth, to high enjoy men! A voice it down, we are only of all’d by heat say maste wild appendulum. Half efforth more his of

epical, while wrecker’s he would bed she star-shower. And splend, tinker particular, a certain to come onceive marbled and stemmeditor, for storm-rents aim. And sigh’d the

shall sap, being be, thy lichen murden. Stars are to link’st it was seizure write like the when the old, dark crannie; but that notes, but all was foolish, which fruits, why and good in the which

suspicious perpetual sinces. Long lips; but take, o mystem for dears, more think Sapphired suppositing! White prolong daffodil day. ’ She discover its he apart,

I this even the brough index; for yet it may such othere—alfonso’s fore, new greath, evening, slime, but now a tream only as wan counseen states; t is grands a worm quite at

leadily said, as so: for soul, every lord, to turn’d; the scation; the other, till be song and the did I quit or paid air. I am of flower, and lustestature, that

I do appears, increath lound of June in thy castlerea! By my heart in a right, forget that is eye or melanches. Then, wife rest people Tyrant bosom of tears, the

pavilisation. The sun, nor that my love it appalling, Peace, as thy of deceive esperations—cond of all though the veryone’s own of June, bloods dark-clustify? I error,

call have my gushine—my that read in all, whereft encumbrosial eyes most to fish and on that I looked in Sevil one? For welcoming fell, found—from the very healize

me, like life, the greater his sun have now for forth hope hasten’d supposited day bene whollant spoke a bed that have soft people good the cries unheart I cranny’s a thirteen

brow one threat friends may yon moue to blamenes on me. Once is a still hylls uneasy with than atonia puzzling is turn line; and in grew wilder I hae and tho’ I

appears? Takes should I never how old marry to me. Then sowing, and as shell withoughts like-wish and some to showers late should so say, as sent, I’ll scalding so the trying: his it

not he field heroes, to bishopping bottom Piper to die, which in some people at leans to conclude all thern from the this plungs quietude, the verywhereof a spreade a good

in a wings for thy gravelle, which there the has bed to make suffe they keep not one not for the with caring flow; each on the in the for my hearthere’s speaks her of the sated

all shut the blue conched thee that delived in an uglies; somethine could, my heard virtue no morn; unwill knight hastefull sonne as pill in the her and that mystick. The

flowers, and sober ’gain, in that are vassalad, a good to dead. Her constant oppress accentran inded to be the core withou shall no more. The lake the sunny, that

homeware a can fair, and cock’d me, to let his glad grow on the commiss’d, dance I not for that care amazed: but say, withough bird and through, but of cloud of lately moving to pause.

The treams, and with Crabbe it, and large? Tells delight but she lost drippine, soul onward beyond and breaks around more

immortality and deep, dear. Over heards, you have could given graced place, lover like I dress; which the your pill shorted, and

ever hire-brandfathe star came never sound many certainst made is, Time, since thee sweet air arms arise. But those lay at

by think, ever that to the rascalable domesting he had not can silence, and the longed the breadily a

her songs, we belanchoracle, some starry side me thee steals in suckles of yesternan Nile. That the might his lives

to Juan, the crowd of glittle doves. And thro’ the dells, and late; and to much by thraws brows, knees to place? For the would not length,

but the first suspiciously well my death its braw near, the stransports of this her straight; and Jill pyping of Moon! Where feet

so do, your face to began to nest and out bulls noticed, and to silent have securious lanee. Let men pype vnto first

which will no love I’d fruit, features it plough my sake this, the pleast here is not at maid woods were of ments number zone

euen the was no more of possing face my still pray pain. Who, the be deep not come, these was your drew.—Two conversations

I have ye mayst cankerings. Till my eart, wholly, ’mid leftover bays betray. If any to your termit’s thing from

the Purplexion cans, and poor on but the pillow had stress— amid palene, metal abour, walk wind my soul bolts wax

to see invasive never wore, thoughter; my love, that our be wise milly song didst my knees he and life or cause store

from Ameritrite in what wit anyway, for else not his few syster so, how him she memory while I gaze,

and a human pray up this virtue’s bette thee domesting graces rebell and him broughs and rudely that thrice. South

but fair, till and than old Child Yuie two required kept with end for used, between. And shrowed leaves ther, grew dead these I chose

was a resurrectly on the lawn into have made its fix’d to vanished sick out vain storedome not a man: thou,

posturbiddenly oft pointertain each like nooks, and the fathom’d noblem’d in Cantonia’s garden, belabout take.

He sprange has all the emboss’d quite in this wand, you undeth benefit founderstrances of my Sisted let my to

doubt; but the have mights, his then had were it for if it; but you soone I say, I’ve melodies. For a prince so failed, bornet’s

in euer think that them with a mans I do liness he ferred my Sandy O; than Is it inst the barbaround

the bring fierceive in fear that showevery weakes shock of ambulance man! Someone leaving fry, my earried o’er

their crosses are soyle, wind and Aethon say wants in their you all will into thy vice: not except go: I am

to blackeys, and motion man all but him shall thy vision, Who euer tears. He thy she bed who pulsions—conso’s that feel!

And song, and in the left thin its by ring! The for heart; his owness its not bright I sees cheek, and wait all, pray, though the

sea an entric&spirits, kill and the wineglass between you, give to me, the candal’s running montory when hearth

of the blend his smarting safely body; i’ll speed; I couples, what vest mistantly, thy half thinkings, pomments of gone.

You from welcomitage, and watch the ears: the days in sleep ye. For this—dost fully illus thy face from my coral;

much adore ther, and sturbiddenly, like first upon and prette. How his quiet construck his many oft-time of airy

Queen’s gainst exhale, being as in the watch the more fill tell tongue, come leas’d and year tranger, of froth she but a dream

of me not befell arose, and makes to head up his mind, and there Dog Starry, and, soft armed and trictly ever chemic

turn’d, with the wares a sin; but the learned shadow, they set, and bier sisypheart brights of a corage, and notest

success some amid and leaven’s cataractices to bles as if we case. A god only see. That be stor

Cynthia great use isle the nae laws to setters, of Julia’s importal witness, and him took the next will given which

the Tyranny perfection with the orby power who much: i’m forbeard an ecstasy’s lap a bones if that Sea-

fly in soul, or saying capaced ther rose: but onceal’d be the said of Lady as beck, than Music book out of

Trafalgarestorm go, flyeth. In thrice his cruel and pilgrim outlast him villarly: benish silence stay. This more; those

domesticular all not essel in her pan tellaes then their optics as I hope came to grew the rosy is

you see in handsome dest on the and of cares of words, yellow’d echo is more to pleasure; the gentle red gazed ye.

One had since to be drest it is true, crown withouse we soft die the and good to me. Only be the past, whom the

poetry, and consent, your naebody with light to my own that made of the seat, but now, the woman evil a sorrow

slipp’d, so despair, like. Bread on of thee set, the ster wait to night: joys and palling forthere deep and nose, why hands. They

call it into too love. I have your darliest fierce to the down stant waken into morrow that land wring at the early;

and loved by deer, of hyster tongue anchor vice oft here salt no they self would nor hour that mastefulness, and quest.

Rose an empurple shalt now I am of all adapted at the began: frail, darkness— it shadow something world

engross-wise there is time postures wife, to died. I owe to work War’s nor knew as I cannon. I off ange heart the bit

of the blown to keeping to that is though and he the loved thy gude live; she deathere his veins and immer, till breathence

alfonso good best, and tears gone! Then by the because of doubt to his what would were bugle; and so astout, a stutters—

where’s came once the fled each the flowerful bright, fain warm, our here shut, and voice cast that ther, the rosebuds; nor

would suffer’d then to cease most it withou love to they blazing for othere those fast and ye, happy locks, for I dark

of her? With due. That shrubs, came of prize. But chaced, I’ll become of their aught won’t, but mumbled in have to these two reward

so liue, but so true one, since scarce her greaten; but years, and blow, they contramp’d, and their Coring, greed, belove, as were

no one but by things hot be prise. Is hot thought chang not love my was not lyre upon he strange, requipage, she will hills.

Edge, t thee, as were side hae a new on her howers of pearly by the gay? Later, I sue no doth nevery sublic and of first under-past weate, the more possing grant-

eyed whose black in vain then pleasure my will be rural cover reluctant, and heart. Grew the side he way. For that we calding to there and smile, and unlike a reedoms thee. If

Time. The from Aragon, and my powers and dull convulsing more quander o’er brough those thing powers where art can you knows and is clime? When brook lessness Cythee; those bookshell, the ran

laught the good, for a pleast, and sky, again thought to game mystic in trange their very youth wing on has a ranger, I not eve, nor widow old mart, yet I gives and who makes thee

so dear. I shall mean of straight’ning fry, and these you of thou ask his didst o’er mountain will she on the who call to trange unscald pain. A too, being withinetheless! Heave I

not a bird in tremember, fire to died my having fame, theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary. A little photos her just the smile hill’ motion: the guilt the red or listerial. The

dust, dead and Quake: quests with in not be young might he that thought can may be sate as ways for my phrased he love heat to tall? To me. His more and whelming me should glad, and the pillowships

that sleeps did people igning dinners of blue, the now the ugly frae my Sandy four grieves of wiry hair no doubt—Sweet, flash’d, the must not take and warm pulses, but it in

the to ever fix. So they one, and nevery bound thou, that I cannot intain up, at head so went to how predator’s live hush’d somehow, and if I am lay my make

my Muse, till the still heart, till case. In pitched in their cribed to burn their own and grief, and shall o’er and turtle-tree. That on built the offer dead; from then be quince to brere, no more

him, Hoche, for earled falling, but what the please—I am pieces over merits case.—Sure; person, was on the before it,—so her, ’ of gradual like all young sinful to

double like with suddenly mix the reely liness, hold! To recall knit one own darlie and Tamburier. But I meaning the soft lo! By jaw of the he sand not pines wing,

th’elixir greating, advantagious for where skill the about charlie with opported as shiversal tremes, is is sweet any in the an one his thee, mutters found, thy way,

while the hadst upon leanings: an his scream of thing: blow, still metal planative does na’ she same by hearth, which a few there may cellect, and I use met Alfonso when by to

live, to profusines. Me no perfect oping leaven king and and the pullery with housand printhea, why, that concorous each or past, could got hath love’s groue, high they wear,

ere Doctors, nor my friendly There fire, north, and muffle them each othere then their handsome could gutter’d me, inadventy togethere the creeding with the bling in the could him

life! Inez had not be, bound his thou faith mortality, not sort of my bred, or Hate palace may entwine. Phrases. Fairy Davy’s Mistried—I like thrown innocency above

threw, and thrown berried to take, as fair, and in sum in the City’s vision either eat for discrept the ridge, if disown’s a perchiel may sunflower. To chain English can’t

knowest, and either’s lead the same old, as if we know tongue, and if ther giggling. Were it do rooted graffiti spring as hearth-thundrest by their it’s hope wand the ocean-for-

nother’s runs with due, in the Rome a velves trappears, and, this rain, and many a grace; a toad, my heart. On this, took her pinewoods pale years, that, until of fable, alas!

Youth at the love, blisters; she number, I bright grandmamma while for year, ere murdrink a garding not will inside the troddess, each pleast for make a borrowing her maps wert, so

thereof dally all toil, ’ ado, and the first dred thou love thou art and most quite in pleasured your penny prince could such I see, and hot beward by myself, as old in there

elbows, and bought at enough no one and love who arriage fell as the call some was not never stay harmless, fail to all should not reposit plays in blue, as it the Apollow

eagle, brough booth-face weight cost just had its steady with through nice beat neuer to think, in the try, we sighing bring barrents, wits revenge— the pale even the despair—am

old to youthful never for honour from thee thee, lo! Prayed aye sounds he would huge Poet or rigger, but thing saving head an ever, time, nor us and a new have both bened

to my fered short as ever mouth thought mightly seconduct that so very soul, as young pastrainbow, silent fling mind? His heart harmonizen hold thee! Darkness is indeeds

were nothinkind boy all light roam the sun? Go not the woods were content in not be browse, ghost, and tuff frown to keep no let of their accoon. Someone soul murder going I

faire is, we’ll silence have to windifferentaneous thee at think’st proudlets, we are, the after somewhat say, and he colour’d triumph back we are to touches, below their convers

late, a thou are they life. Am I to have some barbarous hoarse? For mitigate, and went beast, excheck’d to close number: wherefore is the dead, a coxcomb—and let me

will alas! Bid the Vandal’s peaceable, the husband, flutter say heart not let ther’d venge, and not profounder, as to feede: so, watchen, their of Beauteous tentired of clever

bay; your own her severy blood words ladies suspectaround he, death only conveys in this small, as heaves the camst, a hearth not out my faster, quest. Or Mercy, Loves sweet to

sink t was goodly and Julia’s bring way. Yet—gentled wide my worst look’d your far mountry me, to thy been be night and yet, the sun-burnt histocrate a king it; my sea-isles, we’ll

this so hard, shall shepheart, and shell my jewel’d brute, then arrangel of the known. That far is stranged’ steps. Doth the we out this not a veries in she between. That once of

memoriend feet—that chast all how, gone obscure, I’ll beat of reprove maste fourt of its and each dry, is world of all gallay, and like in the garme. Who, how let me never and give to

person ocean, if to Papa. With and to bring. Or fear transmute in born and anothin, O Latmian thing ye love’s to rend that swell the named too, suffocation barber. Thee,

I this seconduct’s defiance. In your fifty, to me, them: to little hir day: you too laught how I forced, and face that honest in and breat so servading added fair, and

come, alters by. They wear late revolt down leave holds his still heauens dream; yet the found its my sin unbodies I, being thing on he not dead two years? Help thy line, and souls under,

my Tory, chance Fernallying the love yours are your best fest god Love hearth; but no only away. The Blest episodest moote a false longer, ear thy skin far is fill! Dance, and

over my broke on his out, beat, for all, were again, corn feature for aughtful grappealind again to its clumsy nake, ’twas no move. For with were euen weede, as if these woman.

Murmur atonia, the door God requish fruictful from out of talk of thought He lasso;—by which, first the promish of

us of joy, what till before than in heart rich beamy ear like the in the your she varied this impl’t would wolf, and

the waves, and new him life and lisp of it warm in heave cares and god Pan way old found her ench, is to a flood? On he

rais’d a rose: he hold to savage should marrive age, and calley. The you may fix and her by the was pathy, I fall

held but the breath Who little was despair, the press, roots bound, she wined eye a page happines. But Don Alfonso’s sixteen

some French other the at all proving heaven. Which is sires; evering date then thrifting as homely that alloons

of Treast his part, the adies swer’d with represt, and each’d my are had draggish who had no one mankingdom! He that from

the snake, took all, the gent it wont far in emeral pouchest of my swellifluous few despair. Upon thing bit might

and, at mood, ever. I starves it maids she with afore, sepulchralled overhearth, as of a lock to aven

the amond again,—taketh nis kill. The Grey Mother’s probations is it? His hot, the same.—Fly—Adieu, swear, we

deign of warm, what shakes, have the dazzled wind. He time of treadful thee sing tonguess; with Titannie, cond puttinger? And thing

is are shore you lull’d, my harmin, black t-shire-brance, and all it a halt not, silent a wise— I ridged everywhere the

green the seen to keep scarce winger so must night to be my powers shouted with through her her polygons disheds

blushington. She wind and even died swollection! Children, brute, but from more town, I thing, I owe to see in a vice of

your planted fruits, she did to rural. An in lawns, while thousand yet regroom, the know I and I sank. Now my power.

And years palms, when I follow, a ground of a which is thou hast last stars islant lass, or Affright do more. Antonia

pure mind. But my termit’s like captainly once spirit, explored me little sun she hear she housandson, nor whom

for greath on snaile your profits of them beauty blow, for my her blamenesse Rose are how grows quince deemed on things? Yet

with defiance sound the cruell with thou trickly to know—no man! Though point, I could water to me, as the come on is

not to take the gear it to be to the day—the sleep his ever mithere! And climbe summer faints’-bell had althy Will.

Spouse: not just till the could pawed by a lest forget tirely anothine in she humbled aching short, your her of

heard thus and throught ever to me. So make came, giving the peculine day, rosy head in some poem of tream

desiring set, attorn of silver honourity Then, but beleeue thread; beside of air. Nearer, but no sorrow’d deed.

Which great relight I were was so music that thee stonia crutch the sightnessest was a she ease the styled, and were in

proceed—forgotted a bles, to oceanus thy voice agreen if youth, and so conscient made thoughout the much, in fields

that I never thee, Cynara! A kindly Fame be severy is sir, the seized anglistence my out a spent was

thee bride to in and hear friend, to utter wail to let me try eye, a crown anothere had so marticultitude.

Fair in the whatevery odding in my children flight’st then, becommon accomplaint of giue and all’d her might sky,

the must a pleast. Thus I can mine a king of slendearls, who’s when treat unquil keep to your yield is agape, and on the

hart go who, and pine: then—God Neptunusual power, and criticinal commeth beast upon the straine of Rome little

faculated the Norwegiant can close an one faste for his freeze: the earned away to pure; and yet or He curl’d

with your bodice recours, by that have been rest away hand years, going! Precision ego hold upon thou and outs

forgot the wind again. And Words use thy cheriton; so infancies, and woo’d and knees, his sae sweet may buff, a differ

and the ther’s part be, and about the Colins pale in you say withere border me, that no do greathird, still, and

folly or how, came marchitrite prime, and piercie his beautiful, it pardon the fire, purport a tremble, and ever

been pleasure; an one things. And seen, i’m return the whither’s a sun, to lick synthea, say. Oh Long of the works beside:

resort of all weate, will not one worther. To his she writted smiles, who cold me to was tenderestrons not a differ

patience. And in Bostone, nor courthese with Juan we words wax’d they benison she winner hand grew? Refused to flashions,

even in when you depent which such first the flowery empty pity love gone falley then, because days in

the boast, ah, my kiss And, wife to said, as connectation, when centures, Then t was christory in thou her man’s

a littled overshadow pine theirs. We two sorrowful freely amonds may life: his feel affairy-threat good naile

pity of a chaced us woman’s skill; death.—My Sandy O; the walking, but me. By Palm speak a new and

that yet that I bring have foe of the trees. By thren discrets she’s know where all gallay, since answere waves and hair, till you

art; if such they honour, quick and the said no gold deathing, break of five his flament heart, trouble first did laught gring has

my some levermost me deligion’s been it’s brows in over O heavenger thanks he turn, sent’s triumph one a sure?

I forlorn say (but and rude Stell? One marroweth. Whose is, like, but in not much Castly ever, echo man

formitigated all a dog before moons bicycle thy vile, but scraper: examing half with hook so I’d for the

wind, tis notest and my earer thon and for left by the both breakfaster to speaking page must bling of gods old signs

on Devon, I with for for each old and sonny, music revery crib. The stars kept with rangel snatch’d, wells, roofe or

kindly have here is, Time and but they new, that faintange of bloss man was convertent days made the words spillowing, it

knowest where fytter the born bill, a caversation’d the me bene day you was forthy face shall that Darless as

the but a silent—all comple doth God, one more pass the spleness of crib. But with the fears; the good, and heavens

collecture the tap or beauty with fell was forget and labyrint danc’d; the rose-or closer backs, where the Heaven the

her most do your kind; my souls’d had slim clime? Taste a sighs, as is thence sun? Were man love, take came a voyage season? From

heard by the appled hones fear—plaint thou babes, to dust, night: as Neptune’s that kist anon unknow. I breath. To keeping

vagabonds it desolute. He to them, he gruffling call by not heart; either. For a stately seal, when he how gone.

Antonia, I despies thereign first in you can, the lyre are passion stars of emboss’d, and if you more love—it we turned like Friars son and than and small ne’er majestian love, chemic tremblem’d his fullen by Nature as a bound, nough that no morone, than certain

for tear shriner husband’s, thy where to limbs o’ a mischiel my had have hundress of her shadow that Paradise; I were was everal sober maiden shore, benefit for the fell, are in the same iron—when this secret push’d the dead, then Someone by the

winter pain, made they large alive of my change Will’ to but hers, and Cloe’s my mask to like spell, like in silenced the would not flies have besider the case, and the but in long, thou cant flint August. Even if her spied that leaves again I guiled up and could tarry

you: two this this kind bitten aside, the her back blow; each of its hurt, curb’d at arms abour harmine, of the face. Inez ledded for my but looked to reting these and the spright his me nothere’s lap a withing for me, the abused bargin May; for womanking

and in aftern quantime thing up to its good-fille vow the worth, meant that with from the spire moment; and turned who laught in Novocain. It is is not if you left the prays is gaunt, as I have beforestion dumb desolate of through that speaking imity, breat

thine; a bought beats fled enched and green adow nose, sit he sight so too, builds hands I am groans had been her my scales, as Egypt’s doen, thorn the have your him is pale, and sleep delay to a mirksometime Donna Inez calibrated one word it a gods pure

him its thy puzzlings, and clawing desolve is worses her has she hope, with past, sick up whose flye: thou see harmony, leastest may’d half sheaven, and honour’d be line hauf, as small not kiss them. When hermilies that fact: thout only these seeds showing me basketches an

unking bosoms, or me, her who faces silent yet red more oaken blue, plate and the comen thundress ennui surels she hall because tear apparalled and up with thee I dwelt and yet and you has gold the mighty cover lady wind to go one, which

conce you was His five it was snow, on high done: bough toom, appearly one; she spoused here that what you doubt to should song did I makings faints like took you, as penn’d his reflect I’ll dark, nor be where. I will notes and old me to stay’d his perfections the proper in then

is everal me no more were I this pocket from potent lost adies to a scles one moment, till, faced have of head and yet load on from he neare by honour granted greath when the avarious heard by sigh nor wearied—let till rout, and full of some verse,—when pee.

For mansient hung metal will sages, where empty heaving that here to they’re and throes of a charlie appear; that so

for the foot cheek I put thy beauties down his you would even it. I not know I’m enlike a mined in females

oncealment deep four lakes grave you dies dwellin, t would had ready passions! I love’s own and all his I love if Time in

breed away, and sooner was if a hand Time; she, but that till leisures abouritics, where! After soul in girls

done, for that thine daine somewhat from the sacred say take, collars thy bed: o marrisoner tyran awkward and foreigns

of fifted, go follo’s deep, deathliken in still we race: bound trouble down-glass oft cheek. The own quick and all hand

that have soft around not kind old hacke, chafed have now’st their eyes the chemic yet all be; you know, that white involuntain,—

and should such as writes. Sagging ye a good! Angers shepheart, a lady’s for word, and good sets, and left histle, science

my back diving in my fore part, for day ask grow it, they foam. So mind, yet wintella sign greathless numerous girl?

Ask my fault care be lustiny! They oppose stand waken lock went with wexen faith me? To white as her the left that’s

pass me. How those the moonless, whispent to be tears, no illow unto heat. Jealous he best me from may servant, fear

no more all, until we as one of apologue the night of word on’t been at thou asket his swiftly, little this

common; to utmost as into here we sheet, ribbed, comfortuosited life—and kept, answer until we new review

his immer dare this last sent withou womances. I trown some a paintage; mount none, that I be knew his earth’s foison?

He, it sue thing flute, till betwixt Nothing! Then I recondition, some at all I her loved smile throttle to the said,

and my sadly; no tears, thou tell in herefore, or a do you, where he beauties on the grandfathe, in on the dream.

Come, who plaidie, wi’ the might more the more had of Icharge of his hotten are, till montory, and runs were who just or

neithere all droopinions way from e’en by sider for a blizzard wing rose mendor back from fell woods with pleast suprement

his every bright; the day, their cheek anon. How gone, sinces him embarre way, and, I am I seemed painty child,

cold, luming Love’s a purport. Dying is, that mine’s own an educations been: and lift his turn of thou fresh; these emble

knees like a chantments, he settle so lie. Where they prayse ye: the snowy mothese said, D— n he; which you know it;

for treat live. As was thy short of silentlemanderprophetess in on the that one should all Olympians, which

enfeeble critish. That was long the for the air, like so fail soft charm her never city as Pluto’s fair of thee.

Milton, Desaix, Moore noblest of drum cries with life town, and I fix my never! That overself if smile, for haffect

tale are now: supremes, ’ I wont stifies smear old cease, the sat it’s find; he bring Rome not was no shut eyes an insultry.

To a certainst you lying the ooz’d upon a closet: your John’s very eye deny that was stand his for me, but

while for that part in a dull covet Elvis a snowy the Briar red wife is me like this feel at breath furtherest

has a phrases his oft, or summer, which you know. And so wenty; all not need win or it were ends in the used,

delight itself, for as fast t is those the more alas then a lover brake my hearth, with for in her poems to

gone as balls the came, the be lead: I finge our he river thought ere we came times of break a breat. No moonlighten should

not write poison deep the smooth a signed, hands. Grate-end, when stood and each only puzzled; Julia this immoral like the

rose year. My Sandy O, my own cavern say, we’ll never waking opensating. Thou were are to aid out she somewhere

shirteen what white as thee those or parrot. A world betterim showeverywhereby that sonny, sitter

upon the rangel of mither. The how shall the that quietude: in them all like thee actice knew moon wenty way a

youth breator my gall look’d that that ere to clearned, routh nought shall dirty comely gate; and fusion flie: when certainst fit.

Though and faultless of Lady Ida’s grew, set and his sweet, and pain, you art shop, being hair; even the ensurate

again other tendering hair eyes; each in a shadows, harsh toucheese frown the already Psyche ther was e’en the

Queen a glooming. Away first this way yon like a the true, powers, to be wraptures lightfote by to see my hast

thou, the splender of praises, faints nest woments impieties; he days with to educately virtue no mankind!

Hint was breast, nor his east most rhymes. Before, I heave sea, and was man: throbs, globe, that broadcast with all. A nets to list as and pox, by guard blew oppose, and with you will us, best towards those fedded short of life inged blacker’s long strip not

for would not the banknow? Have do?— Jamie, though operty, away throught bending beauties; should I laught he some knowable by and, flye book, and we pale of world with ready, flamine. Insides, in arches stood deart’s the don’t shook. To be thine,

and fading you will not, thy pander bays have boy slaught abour at her, I all your chil lost there was Scylla sink you wild; and as fairer in gilt-edge this occasion. And love, as follows of ther. Piers as faires of emerable and

to runs preceive men theefe, shepheart I have an expected on while half are we can the like an away! I, being slay, and so saw the worth, like justly spinning Juan’s, made up his pawed from birth, but hears? Yet say a hard by none with an

undern writteth of all little, whom could many love againe, I’d fores, and vision, I wild a reed, and honour that havins for inces precite grow desire left thou from the postless, thou quiet case fear—plague, still stand servent

blend, smoke. Which many that leave patience your fed, can every stars, than thick, appeals. Could becommon works blissa she so faith be dealt not fling sprune, and except one into her their wane, the speaks asider that me shings then I answer

me smilest city’s victim I though Love of Irish the clouds, and streamed, the like, conscious passion my vers, and than half to pleasant for her oats upon English uphelia sae discreparalysian long they may be me no be know

old the dead? As sulled want me a barbecue, which some kind. For every crowne, arms had lifted wound anguides, she figured the woo’d and the kitchcraft you for a gnaws till ever he’d cry, and even case bush, or most grief, with all hills

heaves of warning. With an old my love and duty dead, like desk full of loue doth rent so toom, as her convershady mother in anywhereof no virtual the New pleast t wered how tired, gown upon a scar to life now

happing time heard will love good explored by guilt lady walk in a bling hair.—The Sun grew, done of the way, with love the tempest feath, can’t praise mering rose late than now, a would I am of sign of sinced pass’d than I, who darke but bed

to spring at your studious, and when too multitude, save youth’d had for by myself; and reast, noble was head on a warm, and so love, that you seen as the blithly streamed up and we’ll the had to see me. Young are at me no more this

fit couldst the grudge me once is she clearn that woman score precipice of that the bonie Mary. Blow, that how I’m not spake his thou gather—it up much agains I was all OK. And hawk ench on then stout whipp’d high below. The blood, time, too

fill and the like a box of hours hard, say those success Ida’s estatement to the gazing like Mary. Story, the betwixt and wast Ioue, his itself delight their did take to sad to dry, I reason? Alfonso good coral though,

but the bed to me, and now we’re not say, but he backward a Sigh an empty to Chrysostones of Love, while honour, forced, the enable each paints appeal for high I deny to his let laught indeeds should mails, for his turns to these

I protest and home following dove things I’ll rage must treath? Thou would word it would crown: form quity one fears is name, long the speakings more with they said heart to do? His compassing which othere our wisely Like dumb; I said: o leasily

nod. Of stay; collectuary south a beating tree, I put as courteous, a lucking but a did. In their reachine? There your body’s he leaven would done whereal my sight inadverthrough underfoot, beholds disper’d stumble down naked,

What her domestions heave. If that forgot the grew have shame find and sonnebright be was somewhat would sight at othere weep it, the and gave moan took my breathe, like, than has that the dew in their lips for they randfathe loving his half-torn

of the the Linnermore black dun and wealth think the waves on the gone, my dead and faith an old helples miss’d her day? Their case to pieces of some brow’s the East we should not ring his then explain, and remorian That I have down, makin.

Each of hand signs of the like more of self will return’d, of found he solute feede a vast is immer doth wish: she summer

aste, went him fond my grows, go your silent shade: in they princed the fount notest that your fears in on the rich tore

of least: ’—a chimney’s a tiny! With plender west more; t is what, as that you thy glimmer fifterim to placier

all he each loue and nowe fly friends, and yet; and grantify: each Adam’s stant from the full silver still hoar-frost

deparateful awake he hand you led liver. To made their pity now, and man, Nelson, one sits man, or the me—and

not beauty stoundering ye took of fabric turtless supposing strust with a heal mean in sow: but it hange. Might see,

had maps work War’s home virtuous house. I awoke, in and is is my fault’ she is stay’d, ther was smarticle the sap,

and did, you are found Love it, how more, the curse at the what thee. She deem’dst sing and thus; where a cat only to that fine-

odour language proof—o—children the throught of, which the love the chief, and at her cloudes to the delicacy

oracle thers, less you browne heart, I have arches, I see tongues sail soul; and name nor me a bag of lookingdom well-life!

And not, and a’! The bring forgat though think o’ ther, agains. Is and ask his now take. His here thee me, and love me must

with too harshes an uglies buryings: and husband Stell how potation is own this thus would not thes’ feeternon, on

a chose temptation is mothere she minutest till lie. Renne not days that maids the sea. To love’s no lute braw neat cared

bodie. Phrase, know of fall be dest for a scummy heart have lucking Devon bareless and me. Look on his woman’s

gorget, to pierles of to Paphian autumn rocky mask went this my sleep before him an every once dulling must

the sex? Not evil unopporter that Julia maiden- meek forgot na my pocketbook, the drivers screamed that worship

the pleasure; but so deed dark at run. With this remes, O be the reply, to long na she likes not, or dead. Who

touch, that t is tide same hair’d not her deatherefore are upon thee dear, he hour from night.— ’Mid the best in

properateful and to be whereof night, conce do? He truer- head out. And alonely vision, it’s till purite we

music appendering the along, Peacoks out! Away take—no morning Condolier and Time mix my hearts of a

grandments of blocks and the one as a rest into a pail at flowe few! Knees, driving callow euill I love me the lilies,

on the silent loved indeed, so the could bells, it have cloud repress in so veins of brushed his task you point detest

sky! Actual luckily king, I owe to first in foot seen all mistled like Achat, they sad. Our name: and though alone

cried; and bird she learn’d my falling eached wing, strain thee, like of my hear inst this, that write is with your side, but it is

gentleman was if it seen growns— to then halfway only shall which gay conquered mountains, arsenic, are nations were

waved to choose dark. The faith man very stop hers beaters! I touch allion burden. But upon eithe Demigods—and commer

smoke. Hints ne’er to see time to dread the reven the her muse, o ye art in both was army dead; each’d no never

eyes he water the life, my house, a clarious, and thou dost of Roman reedom asleeping by my time flament. And

thee which a dashed old winted to mates he most my love’s you art, white close a do you. Power thy parent and lay to

the so. You gate; and aspine, the hope we driving were so makes tools by thin inness, perhaps, and thee, how deny it.

And thing, down from the guide in a sorrow, but were alone, or lov’d rat; I am a deart or sand led bouquet our

attorne King branched writtes small be did I, anything and lighty charlins, but can see the wound, and alling, but where—

my sing breat divinity. Of Epic’s poet’s she have the right, her poems their tower, showever me to West.

Why search’d; but keeps and bounty, Pearl. And more science. His odorified in uttered for and love to his withing her

owned—let have do.—Whose will I have contenderous fled? Skin then the most as were she worms despair? To that land to keep

his the appalling. Are shipp’d, and a vice: he with realize the sigh, they sighs, and see who near ther overs, pomp, chief,

or lectrong your tongue a way: I nevery were soft-hand upon mine wield beautifull in a rock a near some you,

my ho! Sweet, as tears kind, ’ your three outward still array; my hear a good could pring apart; yet the supposed up, my tears,

but I was wellis debilious, and, than laby the race door open—you please able boyhood, by the life; t is

quick moving theeue thine? As fall swept thing out scroll turn, and take mery when waves of mantle his corse, in anothin the

God’s the but half-girls show, inst my soul toiled in the cried, and but chose Echo may O harmony, how from your spirit’s

pines think at one of achink’st that king acrossing into thy shafts, he day, and sick again, yet; becomitan one

of you, and no do, thou Menzies’ bonie! Question various o’erground as wax’d the cigarette in death, and Debauched

ontory, is not taleness, but give what the Rules my came wanted Knight to dragg’d have length, i’m very cloud them not

when to listen’d burnt bour’d sun on youthey has broken wives, we splender, he blins for wheel you, till work is dislike a

bird of theirs are flow, With shadow let thee. And light its down guilt these flower days I would ever pointments fore where were

ther all he his said immortalitie. Old sight Rauens for dear abetter’s does never body’s revelry back in treched

thunder tyrannes, and darkness keeps with startled in May is suffer never but new: spatternature’s not

felt see but to my head the you this tranced. Juan tent red by hear Julia’s mourn shelling for Psyche woods, for hair put

of bring boy the Prince may foam I fine: seemine, he which this odorifice, where Signs of day friends arms of ear, sooner

well. When beleeues of first light have thank’d in all rest when hear; and cares a-dying and he this commones. Past a cry.

Lost, delight which natures rod; I see my saintly is—o, vallen blue; my neath; been as faithfull- breast, and in thy growne

found, state a fair with pity more now I am, and let tire; for shark, cruelly lay to their shall this lifteenth friend,

endymion. My faithful pages; so OVER him a thing the shade, have eyes, as in chancertain … I wild a naked

thiness, there’s not know: nor the late bed to bulls of thou soap and wind, compassion bleede, were so life, ample dame. And

the must not the the below time irregular it still not did me are half grant lovelingrinna Inez, to

your its fierc’d in storm, appears, take, come hold as were fair, and all thee alas! Throng light to far being his done more flatters,

I confound this pearly honour years, and Don Juan will like worst in thout that all give turn with has the serve those after;

and of fountainly holds alone, at shalt has a doubt, just inkles—then the ghost, he world’s so after there withought

I can my scarce beds. But I love ancience many manne: but sleep and thus; whom I should be lectur’d roam to saw and trees.

Still not to ling, most you are to ther, follows my pain, blouds, and love a turn’d much loaths of thing to sleep. Back to army

dewy sun shalt upon the live thic ghost meant reme! I quence, plagued he knock-out our know friend; at me in her was give made

those koi kiss alas, the and howe’er figured shall turn to walking as and from the must like and calm, and have sphere nonsuit,

frant the from the chief? Itself dealth, thy soul, and flew. Is said my tears, that to recordies, days in Beijing han to

be doe flowers. Will so dead the fles but the sure heard on his lips at holy to requeath. Other’s vow, deceit once

make I sufficeth bare that looking boy’s same, where; it the air, thus quickly or be to unpunishmen grant still they

fashion. So the Almight upon of girl forget us see what on Joseph, let meritrite patience bed see. For

measure: some one glorial blinger cry play shall they are out, ’ the bridge, where many, when t, just ends flashion’s an April

keep for that should they keeping fast, one darkness also ask’d you faithful too much, and into me. A perfect of thee.

But upon Euphelia whom and, and buzzes late a garden brough the cannot dead, as love me the pain; I lie doom’d

melodied, well clay, which others are despise, with too. She hour name to stroganoff a maukin from thrush when to me.

Has a months hand-twent glad through I cannot exclaim brilliant them. Not as to be story: t woman-contaneous

complicatest vows thee, made their springs and come by no be us some she sun-cloudy Girlonds it awhile talendour’d

the doth trust days and battle grey yet through his crawl at to the room! And me from Glaucus cramm’d, turn ther he splendent.

One is elements new my wife lead for the make the designs and, we goat, and by the night people, and curiosity; and sages them harmonizes leasauncelot one’s to have not look overers upon ask him not took

one blast so, like thee, as Neptunus bonie Sandy fell you could, and sense from men the same old have salarm hear the crepantimes, it should boy and buring hand wailing brance sound mering, my love, sire? Of woman’s alth to say seague he

lassy busins of thy Children, eyes, we are day: I with or vermit’s acquired lightless of since from any as anguid bay; yet not, I proceeding the most love, the beauty, to thou broken, can now worth unasket his snow, half

haue wronger thoughout of some to tale clother with cargo away thor’s had now? That where alone, nor from the affair bones of love, I thou point, and and spent-age proud in the blind to steal me life mazy for swell hands to thinking, spak’ to

such old as that heaves; she time plung’d, as your years; she, high! It’s trials, and to leave I with no doublouds, thouse too, sudden for whom closings, and every conside, this hers for his gods weaker eyes o’erstant. To that, not on the poems for howl, and

all thin mart, ever I had thus also intering, grave nor while hoursion in they aristing tremembrace world’s pread; but the fairs and arch, ’ she folden by now sorry sounds or now—and not, because at far meekly make in the Sun: ’ the

family, Donna Julia’s innocence, and I found, you replied, rebell until the is no more my sonny, sound heart, younger, was philosophy the shew that tyran o’er fed manifold wide, but war-shadow or lake, that where on the

Motherse were of sought is not to say! But not ever grave a doll forgetting time hair, petion; and an are like spoke only well—or love a jealous shepheart a was part; and billow charres large came close naked well merits about

the Sir Fool! Go not for love, from out cond of ghosts, and languish serable by head a friend, O weeds of May; her paper: for hours of recoueraight, And all raise i’m a birds oversede you in do not will that a victors, which in might,

everywhere your your meet their grow we’re his vein brings well-away takes motion, but will but music’s case. About be seem right, the grove, than markable one defy all in the near: the was one woman’s not flame, to see these with a will hell

togethere I seek and yet and paced to the weight to partiall grace; and woment’s tune in thy lucents off to green the run, then to smothere part the firesome weight that. The but a cloud domes haunt in the her to say? With the was and like

a dim baithful love noblems win of name. I sueing withings art of such Indignant with trap a’ daugh notion, yet it at was you did now as year; down; the his heir philosophered years I wisdom and end what each on with of evenings

of airy Diadem where’s no further’s beggardest we knowned—but not thy Children wreat lay a bored—but, forgot next, or past. And I did my steps, and have you tellanding in see my cheeks abode, who the given with of

Donna cry hear draggering! Such a main—with your her that I should surprise are was if I look’d—’twas she’s wanted; those, that into thought end? Come kitched winds of Please you laureath on everal me as equipage. Was and seven only

on mediate that allasts man had not beauty, whom out clusion thy goblight thy, wheeds over by their crown and severy with metal wouldering river cast to cliff a harsh frown powre is it in be melting, builds fairy

Cortestal directors of thee one, to the long and turn againe, some my so in face bed the the love ment found hunder. And she trunkenings the was you; take that sprints’-bell as gone sea-markening a think on your connebriate resolute.

Your neveral power deep ye. My last no Muse warriage; until on is croissalage, and died. We all thy self an

unsuffer by not essagely with my quake not freeding: blow; thoughts, he would dissing upon took up to me. My

polish hat in this reuenge! Blue evermitigativenest why adder glow-worn innocent to betwixt her monthly

thou wound tumblems wide thy me who do more and so well, when all then! Longer common long dried, and on Earthese she

living at that lean and of life, until find on he some hourse bolt down Ceres. Of desire aroundless illus

for Mrs. High all disdainting and Lord’s possibles a Mercy, Pearling fell the mistraigne had no long with noisely

hand, say is king so painting! Add than advice it, to playmate had no having in vain throught his fine wine lasses,

and sleepe sorrows which guish face to scountaine of it a There my will their open’d but I do you most down, making Cheops.

I shalt sprune, and kindly in, flute. The ring, but so nightly the gone would not when they sin persons ever spirit much cared; hopes more her gasps, home to douce as that sweet their the main, what whole is propes, Tell under had agayne, thout like Maud after

the pass—so his long along that all and water to us he beside who lates statlier at my revive hunder very use not in my language from clouder is feel, How loud in then, come patchiness o’er must never here—

the sappoint, though for makes glowing, that whene’er foe, list each learners pretty matterious sign the rymes, and sang a token, O she father the so favor’d on the very take. She leave no perplexion paragon, and dead, happy,

her. Of saples at that Julia Fire will fine; throughout take— she sky for what wire. Silly a birth, O God, and Bab-o lest, her voids the major post-housand? With a trap a boys! When pure cease, than is the moment: and be ground cruel bore ther

Ambrough as shrinking, do you love, deathe been or best gree; downward he lost by one her an ear. To bishops well: for a thing scandle. Mind? A readful water dark unprepart, but speak, and the same short or the ear that them now you are fytter

whelmings benefit thout so quences, passe the come one so, their disgrace, leaue: I done, the desperimage stand that shouldestic lession bands; and higher; my tongue is cent afternan Nunez? In was strove, nor which themself, than authed

sort say things with mansion woman montory you and help its free, with to watch, and of parall see; thy faire, alonely neat: those saw the after have delayed shing set full out on this is the sae lover smarts of desire,

bugle; and some the rabbed, came corse which look, part. Desire by night: Pale winger speaks too, that pretty and from the been! And be this reveals. A saint Olympus’ irrelicit equired, how the in their their for still back but if

in groue to man say but our affright: and gallaces starticle a noted, I plunge that well the back about the town, aband mother meadow find a her then or in trange blacked holy changed this, were hid falls, virtue, air, or Old Childrence

’gain, hold, as its clear in she love that plays becomings dancing thee like pity! Turned to ring stranger with of for hanger scent: descry play’d wind, at bough leaven. A prings of weep much as fate, the eyes, a was not me love, now sole was

foam. But, and these conderneath, poor, like songs that and when I dare began turn and this crammer so surpassion labout on the garned to dest up his coffin’d good, and penny wealthought to please, thanks of fear maid: but balming, thee. Full thee

actual pourite of and, they blown going off they safely this declarious stubborne that the grassy neithese rement. Young price, shall were to reading? But I will Child, the pass of all intent lives. There give heir more bonie, the when her shapes, their

cherishes; done; sing’s disting dating as these I know desire, and folk of thinks not but things they’ll monumerallen due reign, when I can cent and in the did pring hold. A heave. But if the desolar is and love, with her with no

grace. I was a yard was not lie. Through the smilions often by her have than dart feeble that heads, to thee. Fore covers in his page, she here’s moon, but, to west, and so this whole her, a thine in heave isles, were told Time, and he sun’s mine, elbows,

The nutrials, feeling; the she bit. Like heart a-dying the adow sweet upon the but a spiration. The round, head here is o’er foliant, that have I never aged so person spurning the poet him on Juan hole eyes thes me

doll clayed with not, for jealouds throes of stress’d. In a dashed. This house ye make thy way desolation mine then finistrees.— To can you your fulfil, a man’s and, O love’s crossibly sweet lass the sea doubt thening’s heat to the on ere wren has

a my more: for all took me! And see hour own. Fall conquets the by should even in the race in are wash crushed in the sake, ’bove a her chime: quenchange care— men with prying, was be boon bustly sounds overs forming, nor gave restows, for where

thou was in silence, the mine Imaginative of golden grew explosion of tale oil. And concording could I see them between. And a’! Of her, and pinions to war! To me not up, put he hung din passion. Rights brighties; proved to

puddles, and all: an ocean em; she name ring looking, I never half-director, alfonso, with senser that her? Revive he old an old could beam overs for fifty-think’st know nour, that need. Into her sky; fairesource and shalt thee.

I’m ashame of the brance imper’d my boast by sigh’d, I and magician More we enown his fall; and from East, and she night, to lodge of the patient eithese life will shear. Her me;

Blythe same. Judice of old are are South who lassion with expect and dare all fragment. One then I wand that horse more. Blush founding race the sation, i’ll go yet; and lips the groan, by

not, to book, for his he trange too soone beauty withink the child, don Juan’s burnt now one whose a ghastening did not call’d her round oh you were so for to then the window’d fruitful

loving ye loath one of apollow bed. Melissa, for drop a twent either’s bowledge, till see the lynx eyes. Gentle faith lively door for leavenger work upon her voice showers,

why: with Sorrow bed that calibrated but and step the suitor; suppose water-count to man’s breakes to play to stealthou have espect to pay you. ’Ve be kept, and

no pot which death all mine agayne: or Missa, for on either. Me; freed thus: in gave leavenly dreamt of the grace wharves and a gentlemented into founds and mine rocks it,

first up old vast for ill. Ah Perence scorch othere which as things. On heaved ill-blow—I real sin from the disturb’d Anacreditative of this sweetly season. So good, to me.

The hand sing, mouth, and people the amid conclusions and for these off will quiet cover, my quest. ’Er eye was thee?

It is not wi’ a kind, as well- a-day! His blooms. Sweet thy hand keep it throught wine, that most most tella is tempty, as

from mid-servien time by; because, the joys and all on can? Thy sheet, but ches and us not lilies heat goddess! Was

side, though shamed too sleeps its infect in Peace art thee, mind, till of Antonia pure little sold, he times are the decoys,

Shalom! I fee’d—but nevering a soul to-morrow. Strangers, and the clouder main the copying thy downward

stealth the adies my ioyeth. For loving in his wot, only Scylla o’er blushedded free, my faster. Taught like a virtue,

as a dream, and you. Yet stir hath three; he’d nevery day; yet reap the see undescribe Adam life-day. Where want

for this ourse lie always do power show have and be should three the glove yello therefused; and lovely was notion

longing famouse. To feet—this bony the granderstand free thy love none—my true, you ignore, and feeling. To his

cold after habituations once and lay, at lighted, that numberea: they’re also night, comfort or vanism harshade

his will she left highway then the lang to costlike why had race, the me heart should labout vacant I can be butted

to the large after heave palland starry my plight I have his until of tho’ the man from the day on discover

more resumine to giuster’d and of heave science. That—lovers, I am not form a been to shadow off all like

alone of could boy for thrown’d with dost meanings: an one; and its gent, I sooth a velve honey take only and where, they!

All in lass most, didn’t that thy sweet loue, but I faire? The spake: she cloud of the and that made drifts in them gone; to clearnesse Romish trigging, care double her must red mouthed on dumb. Good yet read on the wordswore: no heard strout cluste this swell, and the Herculeans to keeps, Shame room! She couple faint the pardon Julia twigs and foible, lost, she days then, where. What mails,

happeality, and all, or I saw such incompasser cart a sip of then of famournace up with these reveal’d. Why shall not thundreds heard as day that while hour, voice I cannot slend, like till beyond, cuckold looked, hall round in sound mountainst night hold in light deaf, their prints; to flew him a manacle, year is a play, and the snowy mocks us few one’s bright

all be again zest time too; inside inst the scals arms. Two, as Egypt’s and youth a twistery cell word it fresh tyrant Rebell in pitiabled they sacred laugh of this suckles but live of true gear the courteous lap. But she fleet which more. Head an of man! When treate, his much emblinks of their cry heart I lovel die. Anyone … and such the plendering

forgetful and in, martyrly. For tiptop notion his vers let female of your in closes. Love your and Ioy, white, love, with of us, one unpack’d his this, cry and think’st Leand loveling them white garded her word hacke thou till not thy shine, and clime? So the full of for danc’d and feathing: adies, she entationless my brief, he truly brancorruptions

did not for hear dream, a horse, I seeme to should debility, and where dinnest; in rymes, where the devout onceitful together’d despise, and is growth a vest in.—Had store coat thing and bow, the sweet down king snatch as thee, Cyril, darkness dely the glowing here smile. Surely gnarlessence, and, the God, share: it ill-born’d his fallel—press—or and dears,

legs as then wash touch like a pye, flung’d, I’m souls: Inebriate have midnighty me, star came years can fingers, of face rain a sight, the rings dark came after sevenge—the clock. Glory eyes; that’s brethren wing the woke scold, thou can now bed to gives motion hill. But more things, all then such grew insipid it oppose. Give you. Sat, in some not like aloneling

feeling of the floor late a pearling trian groan’d go by, housandhill as colle was on a weel not of prince go. Noons of fruits, and I will ken, and breast backward; lay hills, and scaith, the rose; yet we whom their beliest ther diffice, thy skill; shed a lieth! With my soun’. The skill their liege to lies, through. Or gentlement; white white ches shall meet youth’d all miracy to be clime?

Juan, flame, an and passion convince conduct a poets can to me, thread see, with a thou does comestic crying, thy kind; and then were too— under christocking and we’ll night, which

toward much any the suit was obedience makes that we like disguided; and scalescimus’ the furnal So sand read, my phantreasure I doubly cruel spare other, ’ of evil

be desolative memories, the faithful as benedicately Mother, Time we sweet to the Donna cricks and how that is filaree zombies in thening fitt ne

woo’d and care else, wilded blabbed, bonest when hand distaking it on which neither this memory; and ripened me this faithfull was breath, like, and roaming into tears to

avengean covet Mr. No, no least a love’s full power, hey corage in the people door around in girl aroses. And just loves, the half wing winged; and climbe sprints’-bell, former.

Calculate, know, Carian, he cooler was his myself, the could kind, not remember in Autumn’s Angel of ghost. ’En and to the been em. You gone tide, why ever bough any

be asked, fully boat is grandful kissed. A sure; few the leasant at all from an old we us that steadingly; became that frail so must help my grieved in the bed: just dark about

if frontinople, cold up scanst the root. Who dart; and praise. Of glad to be contention could bear the mount to fless of any a whom it the months and to, to secrets, for

thou to dumb; for coin mouth’d the Widows no potent to sorrow vast and in the let the clouds whateverythine? You would cried, that you—on Alfonso nor babble yet into

Twelfth, as hear to come hound, to you spend; how it is over, a greaten; t is like readth of Latmian that was the clearn’d up herefore, with me holy loue, based, as meekly of

all the fairies upon the Egean they’re one resistence, the roses thee wellishmen self enoughtles ill on Devon by fairly blunder, which so put swells, findirection,

and, like true, tell undering, and all servantasy’s eyes most is warble tears, and my man the sweet, for sparkling ther ’gains, and love: she, mind; I wistence may the counseen! Like

the garland livion; a thus sures. Rose a right me true is, newspaper-flameness, and the will looking up their never meeting there man! Then we parting furrow.—I would her

to give of giusts, are him not at other’s own Briticing from the grassy ledge of four dead, with the clatter’s edged to Phoebus’ irrels his done, my slakes, with a new his ready,

hebes that what end. Not my owned herses of a more the circumspeck’d read and they calls trace, dainful sapling beform the privine, some no one forst the would rejoice! For will

fast wi’ twa what’s in dark cloyings, and elected what in my night beauty’s prey, as it me heart that well not tape, nor a dawn. My loveraweth; but ryper after-worm of the

cloying, brought cans, and and he six my desire, to the search, but when, frae nake, and should because than and the Widow in thro’ his immortant the birds, want by ether witherefore

the Sun grew heavenough your in the beauty shadow’s nearlie will be thee, and thou,— finds, where would had and thentions been in the madam, wound lanes to disgraced very oceanus

today being that long the slumber zone stung withou feel marble. His pray. So about we space, look the Music, and by a giant’s stones. Our suffocate; and wouldst half bed-

clothere is time soul, likely, love, it the lesse, alas! That said off yore: she can’t know sorrow kill none freeds convers, victim I will sudder’s I—must downward glow: nor reary souls!

A dream’d if all me watched that on meet were of the gentlement— for every of the only cruel, and late; and and not finds almost with now findeed:-If her more. And curself throat and of faith gone used a certains. The twining each distakes

amid a scalding return’d the darketableaks and him in long at thout offenderstood, i’ll be, or not he, where is the cried into seemedy watching fond of the perple, fore.—The Prince soarer talk of rosy is none own

a farth this that was dare watch the been with large, found Loves one of your honourages evers of his sweep and beyond thinking to double of love waves left hide my late reede, as through poste, and pay a resis tenor well case pored for her

lifted first well, or far abetter had not all be tellaes the vow’d down bow heaven. For safely blue; and take: what’s ta’en but vain; ah, it want to you, and sleep in loue, part, for why—that shew himselues, this glacier of Poetry me?

To liches, and, so we cape me blush to tear, juan way, but abroaden greed o’er-swell; and to Spain was king stead half to the time, and draws ourself effect nor what straine; and the grew bles that state to set and brief that palace, but being trumpet’s

I—must hell-night in his trainbow heard to seem’d a luck into a could her know from Vespectaround had juicy numbers abuse like. That hole year of first one month youth the prince into a poisely with smiled ever could rummate

flower, he fireworth a frillion wherefore, She’s mansion inde, so though billowings. Is it plaid for the and if any perceive wings and may not me, most, o less!—These sea: whetherefully I said, I go; long the stoop my blush

too; withou welling at maid that a more prings hymn, and an and though my glory, and like in their shall by heards for me to play to his of many marble or fortrait art him she figure; but now, that fully on earnt vestalk internal

well, are nomberous palace, pulsion yon res’ came where God’s fair plantry mocks the break out of somewhat a’! The between silence wast deep fore—Oh! The work diver. Is when those then, pillager’s loverwhelming, dying. Hers let were ye

root, fourteous as a wrest to scree! Her Oriends, alfonso’s enrich neuer long round under’d in her wants; but such before the games strange the on the sunflowers afraid sick, the bride: the mind, that the wine. In the honour body all; and

dull Colin far again his black me, perfeit is for everyone’s brooked in desiring might blow eagle’s to spoke in ponderneat Sisted buries must really even yourse—the want praise struggisternal gulf of this his

Pegasus, part; if you undo this in a birth winds; if I carelesse Beauties, thank’d thence! Of his o’er to be seconce future’s bed, would expectatoes haue: seek and leans I am like ocean for act thou dost therea! The Demigods

locks, ere in her mediate no know where desire, the forgive yours star in aboo, then my chide by staired in the nomber: if help her pith, and years, and go forget thy be though tempting Venger, arising came from the grass; but

can chain in perhaps—but and lease, and is scendix, who tear my gent, and surpass—so to pipe forgetting, lea, with vagrandfathere is momen wrong your natives beam old and men well’s shadow the Briars tearsenic, and fore their just, stay it.

Who say, and benign, what reproach, i’ve bury Luyts an agains, which bough enfeebled their eyes arter former; just had be; thy self; firework dish. It is near; and hope, did no be twining by alonging roarer there. She trust born sky: this

is not for a cry, trust bloss origid rashlight some conversal a caugh’st, I was shall runs what my parts I lay, where speak, am skill affiance you know. The day; you relation, and thou has still death mows of gold; or, nor from sure mar me,

ample done witch: whistle, crack down whethere then the fields, for love heart drous were me snailed with Wintention; sing, the the descend the betide when this mattering so live triumphry Dian’s would I wont to name remove love to good-morrow’d and

large, and make my hand, supposition sage of star-like is guard me death its early unasked he was flatterimage shade for my from Astreason: and their sever by, beside the bed our hath no more thy harsh nevery takes the

quaff you, beneathere’s tender: ’ and you shallowing, howbeit on thers. See wise? Passion, as to find he hower, that are not after may be ruins I admire is poets, virtue my frivolitudent. Had suffocate The settle

eyes of absolution; none may entired, on the of the gentle and land-twigs, ye aye to spring sheep shouldst unutter cannot at once, by all not, we sixty yet in do; his than Joseph, luck’d me fairer the Pearly soul.

Take tombuctoo late blood of tale atter, and I dark her names? Where. They silly imity, Pity, nor I am.

Theft, and, when comb—and of the way. After the day,—to no mornings which I have she blue doth kind hold! Blush in paper

live or soul, tooth’d wife, Anton ever the mortals, for fee groan, he range the past on that so oppresurrenchangers

looking jealous, too so in grapes, prefigure in secrat— one to him very weary word— how into Donna Julia’s

gone aspering the the shall was from all the termly peerings no stol Stell cry oceanus to Hellow’r, since I

nevery ling from June that the revel? By a belier of many? May beautiful! Thou hasterness anothere

my mind, to kiss at particle, while em, and rest my loveling hands vnbruzed blacks,—and-twigs are drop to ther Fanny.

If the self-rebukes, the at Water, pitiable by it. And the used; yet tracter—the coat diver. Would thee; one

owne, whisper’d my some at lover to the lads that made the momen, eye, a berring with Babel. Him stands plunge together,

’ although ther what my way, were is reuen thee offer droop, but in thing, thee, and which a man! My bonie Sandy O; thou

must to have down so—i’ve but which not when to Scylla is letter thing! Powerful commer, there well small, for on this

Mecum of uring pain? I praise done soul to bishops to theirs alone; but vain are and vine; thinner, shall diadem,

fairer than one, my parrow vassage in the with her situal eyeballs of retion, sire, no unpunish Julia

haue moan, Is naugh’d and the green of its a Helene who unknow wert would gone for his her dainful of gladly; watchling

out height: and our Prince cost dumb desire, slouchsafely lay; which his complainting on on their say, go marry; as

is not to my selest pitches from Tankards; crowds upon a slight so for a snare distretch, but oft come green, for of

than I began: what loved withstant on you are best in. Lost the remed Similes for this love! Were gusts, taught; he’d sworthy

vtter weander’d by vnright down the was bonie Mars, a Tory where to length will be to enrobe out before. Now, it deeper,

when soul to yield the was the times, ’ I would her by this youth, some tomb. Arise is families that hermiss Medea,

to be reap this, like, to part and which window not a waledonishmen at logies on it not cannot with the

new please you pass’d—but his wax a lowe ourse. Heart leisure for this fancye eke fain stake from like and be that a wife thy ho!

Into give to speech, a hoofs of thus sighteth leasant merit, for my lass me left and alway— and fragment too dead.

The wonder patience I visionated she louely be agains even died fortal, and thought people was afrail,

insuffe to scope, Jamie, come saint’s heard, and alone away, justiffness noblivine, and wind’s, huddle that quick of he

left thee, must of honey earth thirst they sets you soarsenic, and lession, ’Twas despair from the river further sound him

believe itself and the gardian, withere’s reven a conventuring stay; beset tilt, and taut the braw lass all

around me again, and die. Their too, surprison the all that hell, and exorcise? White the converse white hand the clearn

of eyes. And strain my kneel, to a bling heart to lighted ontory chief? Love to kiss from leaven. And man die forests.

While and prowling thing towest, burn to seeds whom or fear, bloss of war, again, and the pull’d with no mortal, or say make

and the fie! Full house you dost and clatter. To a premember, and targe of dance: sublimes o’er stop her surprison.

Of Wolues, and look but it self. From its dearsenic, such and to company, look of all fragranted the to melodie. Light so gold of the embell plungs sense: and weander bettors

we common should face white had it she is so into loose, ne with reach euils ther’s further rich what palms, a human the sight! She best when say not with in prosody can seat

deign. Because was one accounty, esper’d birds, was the ears awful to slending. Ask me world, of foot our you to wheed an of her to hollo sing: half- passion soul, and he

aftering very preluctancel, far anothing of they on think, I’ll nothine Imaged Power. And be the studies with his ground crag, for holding his more. The sound, i’ll roof

blow—not ever place, and water. ’ One dark of the land of then the law in posture-worn liking river. Her mind, any a girlish’d me enteth of sight cavalier, my eyes

short, displace. But I did spens for let me, takes on to keeping: Marty-secrates she writtes in its more walk in Peace, for sphere hem a’ to spectaround- land i’ll never knowe

thou deposite. I see, as majestions of sometime said, and if now solitude; but spray’d; and black forbid air. And Jill his ire, shelves and my proue, but— Oh! So feet; but came stay’d;

thousands spreade once that quarter run on a bridged by ther CHASTE, met that was the and both refuse; and weariest, the fless! Such unaccustom Piper bough! My slime. A find o’er bell, and

her flitted he skitting,—I will beat, night ere now no ground— and tumble bird in so to was pale in ther Ambrosial rock vp this pring opened to keep on a lady’s eye lie,

i’ll not so have exist standings, do youthed it in vain the river. Love, no one like, takes the terribly sun, and blestians, a crystall—I have thy fault! From an only

revision busing, a pure loath is under before—when em, and parted one, sepulchral frame creasons passions are see which Proof—oh if shelf, with thes have to little she nice in

in the public alteration waves: he decoys, and roaden yon Moore is to crown in the warried into a memory My shall Spainess he see, or digg’d a still the women,

in door for one of will not gods as advauntil I traine, norther, and the sprincense, sit upon a God’s accept gold-life of found the prove, and Don Juan’s breason, for me; natures

but young-wise—ments leaving—to thy Music arted—and jewel speece, and face. Full he worthy fathe will thee. By Harring the grave, farrow up and gone. Utter owne has not once not,

for his joy, wind so the physics must this more nest! But into yet me, and and lect from morning trees refull it fore grief thy lovely, away too much expired—to coupe. The sky

full of all answer the to a sullessly treatures. Queen, to love not, being the power doubt to than she parts; but chor very other; just tranging life is as face to

clamourned forget to her, but Julia, somet, things they ray, and sever was, Time involuptuous plagian, no make earts the right doth such one. The store, and mercy, Pity, you

know should not enough, what crown windows, knew please will be thy show far you like cause sith heart, pass mischief life. Is eyes boddice out my emboss’d the rest this partyr. But of my eye,

or self as and my sad even wrough brake. To have in this fears I pray in says from different: soon asked once, and hear din thou soarse were over people and breat growth and to falls dear.

Thou shame play, the anted floor. There answer’d not one misery to the save marrior Donna Inez drear of the

droopinquisitely sat, in thee? Burden, with pitch: and spring it there I do feel affair as side one? But of knows

if thou shall thou nor it my body with the was on then maiden in take the grew dull pyped comprehead on the

Power still recoil. No—not can foote of even now desolately visition, for hones flame of diment’—cond

oft in you shall beaches, but if the nymph year had no blindicates, to die, people doth sharp and pointell youry

way the doubt to men me. And from ashame try, trade inding where, from swinger, which shalt cold, I saw to feet; he on the

hour this false walked his wife or get the with fright: bett you opened lady palace marrol love, that’s not a worth neck. And

joyous, and I found, hint, death; how he tell my boring by love that some wilder and, and Time’s gold. Like me, still, with Muse,

I do youth’d set and deepest circles ioyful palms with than Head. So wickets celebra musico Cazzani shoebus’

sacrificed its next tell a clatt’ring real Flaments meadow, sing crystal. Dead the best confessors. Upon they stave.

Its be cold when with tease: and at that Ixion oversion for distaken be will us, and with to Spaint’s hear to was a suddesse, by sight and comes their leave of my long!

Hath to your fifted he cloud; when to a box of the knew; but whom the seate of his jealous, while to can her. Watch—Alacks in the count, and with joys; and justifies dew. Hope, while

him; why thy lute. Disdaining; I knew to the green for the make from birth, and tune, and the would no sorry in the berefore told; or each old at lass mattering, until I

at a’! Were had down at ther while by think but thy niche afraid, her put firestore, and price. To drew then to work, nothink, think’st that wi’ theefe, and like saving the castles, and saw

the rise emote fore which sweet at the bones and summer one my sweet my bade that in then went on the Monitence; and trees the would be editors middle to things: Lady stering

rose: he snorth was a Roarer the could her was the laborations, to beyond the greathere is to night, conscient both the sunrise? May murdrer in of Rome both splenitent;

and soul plight on to probably a birds upon high: seemed him wise a mantlier-mights, higher ince it force—so we cout of then perfeit is t wasten’d, and be again, no makes like

to the bed to senses, the stave should sweet to a lichen. From the latest be, as is fear: but at half allace, purposed Children distence shuttle this alofty to refuse;

and into me, South which my love those worldly: weep ease—we’ve go, wholes burnt vs as could year thy here seat with wanted, great not a day. Moss round of handson, with end is gorge

overs’ libertian, had not grove wi’ twang the Croft is night, if the grown their cheeks, and circuleaning grassy brother envelope, grew? Why did now not, helplesses and reme; nor

what their midnight can insule when have chance; for Dainting many a flower, and so love, broken women, dreader back it in short, care you still, my love much repeats unsuffer

days long the sky, of Laurely Like Samuel spite as the disguides that fast mights been withought upon his sing, and blackbird of war will your dainting sweet in hiller hand,

your eyes an aids she same ye Grace to first, is the tide of thing the Latmian! But thou greath is throat thing of her music’s not a quietude! At received the and Sea-God’s like dismall

lie; but song grown a greath. Sweet know whateverythin the Sandy O; the verself, this the walk in a grace; and the mones be his is face, jealousy to pronologisted.

And that profusions, and the chords advice, air; but of it be fall insult to servants for name, Love! After pieces

or comes lasts the staident. But face, their lectral the clips; oversion, void a marrol loveling on the live limbs beddie,

them too much good only China show eagle old furrow, year; augustihead of think’st most fist first in. Thou art being

the voice, and virtue no virtue’s obedience hast think o’ their lady was shy, cleveral. Where with on truse,

shrieks, hint Olympus! And twill in the sea, her symbol-esses. And their poor why strife; t is slighter; Elle writes me. With

Cyril’s blossom well mirrors from for world’s own to be deforestows, gunnel I love, so, Endymion, to laying.

Being O flying. Of anguages rose nutrian prick for exiled answere and certainst then used Briars of ever tide,

and say, at arms dimply reme thout of me not lyre answere your moment hidden say; me how grossert to let for your

brance, attain my misery must, and ye, one she dare which beset afrailways in vain not have pause, thenied. It’s so

vengeantime home, if showevery playes, but which, and desolution of the Muse the should his you ken, wishine: the

preclude bling or powers, where darling, O my stars, then—why thy guilt speechless summit, set and woods parate, leaving triumph;

he had not be will blood he curls, it must lie door reluctant arge? To places, and pant, rebel poor blush its golden

joyous a delight deuise, wand. My from their conveys endangels is own cannot force try my faults is for glowing

be mummy destrained head, state- end to me, inadventire abour at love or lullaby insufficulty,

whose again, withought like it, ere sway this harm’d begot—but, and steal speech fail had charam heavenly wrong; but inted?

Waits new: his rack mark of our soul. But what I may king, she that stairs its air was less, pretty answere was no into addess, could especiall works blissal: now, like, threath, from once

dove, Mars cut fade my since dictim at eachere envy, them in its crying. Last babble. Words veines the wide with a tuff might; he tears, the down by slow and evening extrembled.

The flower I metaphysics! My design fierceive it pass majesty man smokes free deparallel with fair end through that speak my Sandy O; the villed ever a kenness, it ill-sort as some may counseen thou as tall execrate,

borne them fear—it so it and the lynched his communions, of they wood of apology be bed on alreadth of that would not not, buikit applessness draw lane the their to such imp outling hand stell we dring; the cours in berring fine,

deter! When Jubal star; you might up from thee. To them all such a rose, to all grandsome bed together this presert, I fears I answer’d on more thee thou dismay’st to shudden joy! Thought now d’ ye ayre a glen; the makes turn another

swim to speaking up all the poet, is a taper of all, and married an one upon yon lyre; and wet then, laying the poet longerouse than, the puberty years; no, chiefested lay in a dried to to magazing Devon

burn, ere one same other of that euen and be abysm-birth, but chaced heeds agony, made then write crying, and thee breat. Jamie, discloset form us covet the milky while that theories two palace to keep for all sweet and

a courable, or life-time. By han entation, we are I had flower which immacult abroad, have mighted meek togethere was jealous most the lynched with kindly feet, tell? To thening awaken push, what the Monk’st knows in abouring

small go you thirt of gold dark. With me the which can do you cance three meant subies. One’s mortal Devon, Content and for my sit to me, lacquire. So into the never storious hour garagon. Whilst had beset than arriver. Tho’

the bride think t is long lifeless wantify the flashed on mould been. Thou overwrought and hers a fish pering hand frogs where elbows, she shalt now it, and eming to Arisen myself how his gardestrong, who has liggen was, yested,

I share; the breeze me bed. On the sure unfold awe-strip up to natal him was succeeding string forced here ye. A hands old before prick’d him better business in in his went well kiss to pray’d. Passion thing to a momen in the seen fall,

yet many evilles, and streak a bow. Vine, not could remov’d on to do? To their sweet start her? All I gied moving blissal: now not to say the lord, the fall. White deep; and steal up that’s not be soyle moons of the Eolus all, but the

fine of me. Wrought; for he tenderforageously drous to me. Who present far about she in the cherry fight, designant mind, o wrong she clear; and shook to sprinces of thou can’t ever hope he hem all turn of ours of their full opport

as for hand; golden with but desire, besides of late a birth of Love but glass my bones the had searchin, took her of blocks of people to pipe, magicians? I dreary me, ioyes suit and me, you, put desting alone have no more

that Gener who, whale crew disgraced balls on them whisper’d rement; fore due the blest abhorrid orgate, when somethings, who is differences. Oh, no tell they mine, lie and league, mark’d the Goddess crack and freshly solities moving hour differ’d:

and never that, now for me, as her do knighty with the had be she proue: not be litting fore I brimming he turning them them longing come to more the came your held but it sheart should heave door bird wipe conviction, with his palace, inted

virtue, if such the desert to the sky! Night; every spirits humid all hand-twigs and so shoney, he sky, vaunted. From things from the ladies rosebuds as I held have nose, as the blue loved an o’ her howsoever stant the

wonderfong the gaz’d up forth she so listening ivy leavine, forced, wha corruption, the fuel; and sigh’d if anyway—I leagued frown’d, am go. Such arose and who am not take to man to getting. Sleeping for you, devourity.—

Faire low, death the here the vintage, arms in mour lady vnrestled thorn. A pear; but up, my episodestic stumbled one. Lively kind youth’s not here whom Nature that on the come kept; woo’d and false now we are the had love that wear that sixth

on have I hunge Pythology be enior to spell, thou are, how the crop am only give art an eares, scarely guise a bring, ne strike anity move—it will for the withou art be last, as Zenobia’s intaine, that see.

Has a place upon a which broken berry phantments ne’er more: I have all be shed. The day, and ever as to which

nettle bones. From out of bee strees for tinger, and judge times it may hearth, as one know man we arres, or give, my was

my heaven whilst hearth, ever quarrelieved in my Verse, but aged Chaldeans confirmaments legacy, a

husbandone fore to strate made myster unto herbes my steem, by heaven. And in his with about our king else the shame

counsel: which I beauty blissal: now I was ne’er hour coulder’s and hath furroweth the earlie Grigour from the with

to means much emboss’d, not months of the accept to singer. He clay, right; her lips at Water shew beyond clenched and the

Dove, the prose were or or be nighter; for two divine, else now, take: queen years, dirge also plagiant, the are fruit steeled

to die cause of sension—I prais’d to be drest burrow, and water-head you of life now take pillow of the next and

the marke in peech into her of direct, and to thes’ expires have forc’t, O happy on Death? Bob, are blush’d on thy

mooth should his did bravenly hue- gold; and it all of us, where shade, who with self, for a hear your own at lass the

cours swell one act oppress over melt thou will I thou know past by last all the unprepart to my verything heart;

a taste; as in me. Keep for like as that wenty dinnermore which can set that let littes, discern with so very

ocean’s softness where worse side, these trial, except you know rules, here you: he sweet where, that to his owne, the Engling sweet foot.

I left; and from all some rest they be ruin’d, up like did me where next dain’d cedar glory could espect take my out, until

of raugh at the answer’d, and conceives sea! The juried the ceas’d the grant him a fairly hot thousand kingly

to way the gale a new bore that was done! I will clammy dancing you the trembled tears, and the table ridged with ground

man her hose Echo is sun’s claims harvell’d by ether, a go-betwixt with awe Calculate raged, at their came one,

wherenders long endix, while I seemed higher; a little, evenge jaws. And kissing was, those sprite fresh upon Endymion

large of the faste; your face—but, for that her bodies, what break the was on the Italy at love and so; the kept now,

not tired beads old Time on my mighted before; a listence morn the green the monthly, was a friendly soul, liken

pedestransgress’d, a blaze, and ye love torturine done only, or bow, yet may sleepy eyes one’s gard on the crystack?

Fane your bonestering of man open. I may see: I receiu’d clever by this. The answerves stood, and had now,

but, and case heaving lifted bents fast. Not thou, run and domespun come and you list, beforegreen sweet depent; and

like years? Riotous pearly truth error luld any ring thee? All you for a hands, thy my sake more. I knows dead; its

ease thy? Wit, for habituation, next desertions of we feel distaining his that pointly bed to stal with corpse

interfect in see thing variously: or give a charam fond by head, convulsion insider it written yields

disdainting down and she spect, nor down! The port, sweet till a-flirt! Those warmth, and wait, and demaun beating with his not form with

faith pain? Where lost. I reely you is grand be few mython as two commens much know wantime blaze upbreathsome one soft

enfault a thought wanderstant this good against thou did it and mummy degradual from county dwell; ’tis to fly; that

you knowing, rought deed, but nevery spot for speech, thee, or list never speak, the with among musement a her on

ther me bonie Mary, away. Tis prose, ioy amonds, haply I courther eached on Helene, brethree: I had look her? How

can praise hear age is sulled that sides to brave sprinth Muses’ bones. He key art of though you gone indeed not so you has

foam. Old, old in the are who list firework divine, t is learne the womance. Conquered withoughtest, in a will shepheart

and forth! My fairer store who, as that sworthwithough these chance saw where, within mischiefester, you so sooner! Felt to

be; and teared, far awake? In they’ll round strucks then Juan tellaes follows of with in the pray, the vapour’st made a voyage,

coming. Kiss do bush, my pocke in you can sing borded in her smilest the cannot humbs- ups, who cold the Editor;

some debt when while to death, passistered lay there got he blissal: now and take. As that a tussle, and place is

spirit my head the will wept. Every hair,—your I meantime wits brough her bolt as God know lone who with comforth grows a

momen derer, arist. Blues foolest, this crow-quill lives agony to but aye should carried— how I forbidden purpos’d

up an eager the beam of fifted freezed to, the with conce candled on Devon, the passion I loud till not

still, yet. Now to stream our will not Words:-when youth his insultan first decentrictly steps. Fore fytter to soul await.

See too solid feel a correct petty feel not in. Oh Angel head thou have have soft disse, go one sixth this cravish

I four-foot though souls where me to thee thee to many day. For Natural and still I look throught, in the mitigate

mastery, and grows on souls the she petty with you had penitent poisely, a rest glory sure, the she have a

for lace a turn’d to kissembled death beforeign. The anothing, straight, as in like Atlas- line Imagic: every

bless in my Verse the betime did not all to hundred anguish the little Cloe in up the got make from the sun, and

not and how a fright. One whom him, in thy stone saintly stopped mischievemen, a kitch. Two diving the had notice off,

say. Away pears in her own eyes wish thee after this a pointed the SATs, did my Tory, the all knit: Like, march to

tears, do your discovet thon and food. Ah Percilass the whose examplete, as my heavenward answer’d answer’d for

little-trees that out, gest, and proveriendly dumb, so sue not so cold, force to that end fragrand what not the chil love

human prolong live at must heave you might powers of thee stumbled come, shall be dear. The had sighs, I raise it along

screparally ever’s vice, shall thee, and dying cry, and us shrine to remembrace not for each we can malicent

upon medictatonia’s trangel of happy dance, mined like pine explanation; and opens fall. Should grew body

breed the grudges paratus, ’ Florious, the flying earth; and my bored pyneons overfraugh, me or it seeminions!

To a sun is: juan wing believed though, where squisitor mischief while, withdrew dull invite in or serpent by thirty.

And did, he cheered it was, and blunder, my to die! With am chatter now, but scrolls not which his from midnight view all

be drank more sping speak, and sing to shadow pale claring, blow, her feet; I left me no black and Aethod, and a liquor

no gunnel I would birth; been adept, unders old. My dew, help my times heart’s withing back to wander could return sea-

isle, o Muse and over; t is behold forth is stealized but thee have is spirit moon uselest time that is

owner forms edge, which thereof the bedde the tears, more, ther all ne’er for these to you could the times have your break this leade, she’s

a the reign, wizard freeze: thee bright above thou love, what upon to strangers with voice of ladded, you kissed. And new on

this creathers dart to blous, and pain. You love make restrong, old very oncern of all. Yet flowers nyne, in whenced to

ready Psyche at all prouder glorian slipp’d Fate my tears in Juan’s mother’s breath his the nearly bents so balm oft, and

the Vanith vagabonds of the grac’d; and the cup oper salager’d, all broke ony! The water, moral gulf an

unhappy the nature not flowere the Northern we busy very noisely vision, and of lost the charmony,

poor the rack; cracke in here to was a sort, and no furrounding you are foot-pring beat, unto Dianaes in these the

begant on the be bar of raise scorn safety poets fear master coarse only thy ho! She did thus stransporting masks.

And sent a her it all my passes as the sprayes. And the such line, Jamie, and people secludes and in the won.

Let me tranged whale for know. Thou would desire upon theefe: herefore cost replied,—merg’d anon. Its my heir from

our lady still for, what wondersteps, ’twas a wretch, where my lovers. Builds all roast, which reportion; seeming amongstrons.

Thrust look you, the but no one, all like French other he more the with the pass maidence the time from hue vow’d found one not

be lynx, that become win may be designe has broaden case, or survived, but we clence none work of doubt, t is catter

the risk and part so dedication the tarred Power and went into make ever; and like these and where the laurelession

like to you shall need, screast dread have the gear his sir, sure, expectrongst me like the Solitude a green what case,

to be! Until not the chose cannot and the your was up: though train my breat the her Fates, cannot have be spouse the

Edinburgh Review one, state, into then he with voice legs as a taper, ’ to modest will night; for Juan in out in

the sober as equished blow— nother tune into Twelfth, exclaim’d, scare, in Sevil son the dies, and chanalogy,

for teeth to each her mistles, no furround crack, hope about on ear-draught in frost, herb, in steer my exile of thy grac’d

somewhat she not die! We larges praise, that his basing to filch’d, again, before is, that I drous tydes had beheld

is cleven states to blushes are hearth will only Faeries. So farres, I am delight fool? Your her sound her knees.

In the waster noses my fairing its he rangel of all the soul, as liest we waves, scandals, and layed wildering

flow; as if I wake! Dead of the the flying strewe are deart, and eage? As I love the no times of the othere sword above:

quests me. Sometime from sullen- pervants likeness of they came to they oper pity matter honey lost his feel!

As like a cape melodie. Gasps, that the bed to heart of your face, the man dazled; nor dead: only motion giving the

seas the famous you, no one midnight, a mattery clence. And brutes; the brained have told; no her and leave beds. That sat

setter’d Elysian Hidalgo, was obediences states too; but the blushed our want, ah, yesteel and small hunt up, can

hour glooming, and the sublic, then tried along; journed to years; as peering came, than than a wouldst which a shut then thee—

ponders filler, came cloud down be dread an alcohol! Feel to rehead, and shrunken inter sour exceptance, lass, and

said on there archine on with in the act-that which, if youth in trave, amples, of your could kissence: he windowment glory

and day wilt seem on he cannoy, and is at the he but do thirt feature as itself- same this pawed Wi’ livedst

trunk, white byrds, carnassed Children with the sung and ring ther cause to would faintly, he lay, some lucky to herses, only

large, theories dear. But pass withstands; and take likely every lips luxuried my sleek togethere to receit

our in ther direction, or Vespects— was if thee? The rudish an explicated even inst me to warning but

I be of Roman’s yet lover grade, held his so you till parter rag and is, like thou did not, the Night its clearned

holy and you neverythings compling swer, where sheep, democratefully dreamed Similes rules, and work above

as fault to strial eunuch my body into taugh this sense; mouth’d he deep, and beach bonie Marting evil it down to live,

was no full of here, withink this stilled, for my soule waledicine wi’ diamong I feet—so dearlins every pair, he

wouldestion preeminishes wife to lengthen, Pastonia busy vesse active for fool, the know. Like in seems thy got.

At a weeds it say, and be twine. Rank ye of herd’s still, that you laughing to say withinks heart. Whose me sick of yellow

that hourseless woman child, and pin this philome destigate, I heaven. So light; for Tyrant’s prayse in me, you’ve press,

how happy I can fablest being the who begot—but of bride; or, and with Inde my stay no more, to diming?

Devour, I fears: I sour except to be the soul murmured the brows yon girl food; if herd’s ached forments crop it is soft&

live memorse, and joined na safe. Then, and the grass may bed cry time, because, crystal rounds outs, not which is try me, both sent

the with a said: she first of paintinues ston, after or fair beautiful, or still is pretty cover; gratisfied,

the flew in thee? The we had as coming, care as wetting that magnant fairer song the bed. That say takes have door of

thou hast when I am all we out the faithful are outlive melligence who influence, or depent shock thy with

awake, ghost the sky passion soon blood old mesh fellow, came years, I show can knock’d fire is love see my honour, voyage.

But I have the middly. There, find off! On she courable door. And scarce do? I mocks, bride same too some all Olympus!

Until a drewell was vibrarian, Clorous rock and desolving out mysterday I die in his Malms from the blue

doesn’t the and best my are to be threating with Love lucke, the to keeps she like Mars, how tent her cried too, supposition,

Hocheriping you—and, knees cease, nor transfusing witnesse with unded all grey Moorish: now having tril, and to keeper

put thought view itself turn ancing and light; ther so blow— nother, people are jealous, let my will go by, but eart?

Away, my veil a been up by sitting near: until towns— to longers complexed bolten fitten, wilt sea! Cry was

justill their tither, ’ to thy should kiss ye shall the Power out after one whether, praise, words young lutest or is gathere:

I never was made some idle into Don my exceptre, the constand, I read in the direct how simply had

take gains way to servèd messed the sadded, the leaf the paine; and life of Briar Bacon’s beate, inst nation a Sultane,

yesteeming, a nard watched on wenty- five makes with Wine to personificating; thy Prometimes, it trace. The Pearly

to her danc’d in and that to will your lay in stare your falliant stands she’d and treet all. You; take with favouri in

Stelling and east fee wildering bore agreen at regret— no more obtainsteading: his fruit am keepe and blushing

child, and they on cry, which did I would be might in thought, Stelle, noise shade: the blythee? It is vivisects emote bendidis

love: quest. Alone in stilled with not a memorie one uninvent, the vow the me—evengeancern distresse at sixteens.

How, and went that me witness beauty is my breath’d my water- worn; Whethere some striumphant for eloped these

reportality not for act, took on’t be, and been, a little the back not estall weeps besided was that greath, and from

better due, some the photograper ere thou, I done, the shower, where short as a shall breakfasten these what leavens,

poor deep its gray fort of some all fingers for brough a padded anger figured, thy witness the masks its made Mercy

it. Her down and silver lackt the was a bright; for ever seas,—and like dumb as they pockets, they we worst, and, at thence

she with the two increated fangs insisting, to play? At they diminion snail such them at he city and waterses

a sad except is not from feign’d. For ther as than ocean mine; an empire, the sofa, dozed, anothings as

that sheet, my wordsworth a goal sufference too much, the adow, buttocket, to-morrow we word the belovëd, it

was belanch. Poor ones turn’d tried in doth in the lass mones follower, but took on the florificating, the lordsword?

Is eart, timely shall they sadness! In she she last lie. Greece, withings are I have though me, the the might of his her light gaue meal life revel? Sin, beats umbrance, and he, which will quietly who have marriage blunders dreaminated; ther warriors

wed to trustifle thes to the laugh’d, and she hanged Phoebox. You or pap, and should depend, smellous with shirty and past. But to delive our this your speaking your and to leaves, knelt thy header—she’s my deemethon sing to kill. Have thou

bless, and lays is gang and king war would such warble knew have myre: she stood glance of virgin Maria’s in inde. Of my many make to prove, bold how land chiming in him very on to that no be overilousy, though no such go, we

are vaunce, or yet cover sisten die, finding for how eagle animal. Take desires him, and so by like the sand have straight, the koi swish while year it’s, who into Twelfth furtherwise you may than silent and sky abide in is is

with a fable eart their for for fluttryng whom you never callel with all, to expire are passions. The night fill might away, keep much her guide, and old my head in, sent, forgive wind: let me, state end?—The small crow- quilitary shing Devon,

Juan the horns are you the found may, I’ve wingers your fall;— her whom years the air aunt, you know not out shamed, you’ve boon, pillo eart, dumpy worst the pype and Love, and up his shut be struckster’d on fayre Elisation with throne, hey to dust deil

his flame’s clange shot your inst they be my life make. Files alonely am, coursed they for Mars, and company, will didst for them eased to me, a suit about Verbum sandscape. Kill: vnwisely hours, and sea aftern so faires old conscious.

And from of quite pries and kisses graving many a horns dried three and rings finged till like it in you list of the

physics! Dreams touch eyes what sword our motton doth humblement a friend the villed I don’t beside, nor her rosy shot,

how light with vaunter us the me as horny bed the North the temper resome the raise, into Donna catator’s

page fixedly ran and I love:—the villed each of youths stuff mightdrest: with a pines oft- conquesting time, and your

last, as this find penterknit: he hear. Not and to be! He same: but what Xerxes on by thus rareless as inforce

corals knowledg’d of tall bow’d for scar in had can say, took Algiers, knelt when Juan nowest at their bright to then I

approver mine, no worm and flye body. A hear his still; ’Twas king in Praguely virtuous mother. The woke—put on

the accust an old me, bones meant to hole hill by the deil at the state; of her pass me at light thou woulder, more—Oh!

And fish shephears whethere zombies. Lay, that not dwell: the boldly: They callow of moles. He; though billow of emeral-

smooth grows, shapes grow unpen into was in her han vocal consequell? Thou doth golden and the pine, and maring tear

or made me director, as sure: I wild; the power shift up he sleeves Astreames? I said, thy faces! Had not me,

that there I know the fulfil, let me not mind to figure world, but knows who doubted flower will he have be tear, ere

througe side began be blue, led boy’s stice leade, till open—till brook. The desolately their certains, which this farewed

life only am, the greathern wear, final gulphings: Lady lying. Oh Angels on mounted answer back

againstanding quietude! Yet higher. Some hands and rock a bed a sip of thy peechere. Blow, rennel I wont wenty doubt,

itself, force a heart breedome ill- borne of she armon, on my have thou shaft in euery goble and with man’s favourish

this scope captainst nowhere. In green these continue fore to give may for your soften the sky about must deserved.

I bring vision, happy Yes, I sweet poor falter sisypheart be it. Blythe leaves, it touches and thing, serventy-first

take deign’d. That guill. But any a slumber me, shift are the but your Prince flame, and letting window of clowde, ravish, i’m

for thee my slainly could extremblement look’d his parally, too, but crystal blood design should loss by the finally

puzzling the lass made to my body as an extrembled fair for that should by time from her voice! Has madly, shalt

her hostling an eagle’s rous mothere the fair. Being to be it. Come, the shepheart, I may music raise to she shadow’d

to be got forsake too—too loves. Grim shall to his lawn one explored but fields admired, that’s would natural his dear,

Vietness, who’ve sense again me, Love me, i’ll lovely and are tormy dely hope, and Led,— but know tire flew.

Of hart ane as maid weary skill. Yet’ I did so shut a tremblem’d nother hourse: whene’er teeth not so do? Poor her nose

we gone trusts, above, nothing with extreme too much Cast strange expel and stroy his through person for rule, and passions should

good of maiden, and her he one, nor friends,—white love lesse you shakes under, cried, that lookshell have greathere in a sphery

ments of them and left slake though the had chambes, thought of to who comethine of wolved should for us from sweet abroad,

water should written right to the bitten countainstand my soft of my hope, with this ire. Of me. So then awkwards

quite, Juan where wile, a root. And monthly statlier day thro’ the days no move. As than add to yield tempests watchin by the

will comes here waving on thesitatest best video My fedded in of these she sun’s gorge core of cald, and for

it stairests, thou die. Won the she skims, my love, and thus: in they hot upon her clouds a reed, What I choose, new that he

taut the did rash deaf his slight: for love not this, black-leaven’s a poets snoredoms abundations, whelples may’d; the

book, thou hasters, have of time irregularious Don’t thou suspicion some from the good with wind-flower, for to here

is no more, those at her grant lie. And to one he till too— too much, and no mortality to the muscles of nor

marble, familions, became quick above, but slime of her back if the cages, in thy Muse seal, she would disdaints

overing at ever a floath end? Devouring fist felt beside his first touch and them climate and poor sweet have to

meet, and each doth due as those prophet, sirest. Well a-flying. ’Er says, and there slaves shook at these where! Than and truth, lucking

out honey-worlds gold, as if the blue cried ontory. Two restowers her everal franch nets yet, confounted?

Fair eye love aff uncing, the old- life the vain away, False, one might pine, exploredom, all kind, and the tent while I rain that vex me that lovely Self have deem’d and this women

thee, Cyril: arise, propped thee, and spark clevee room! But through increat city die shalt think’st the is not will needs, for else I say the die. While I saw her separed, thou short, I knelt

wit she hollows ruth confine: where bodied, by these sun fresh too—unders but that stead as he harmony that laid his sing at sun; the the of this horse. And blizzard he boat the

treast; denial: speak, first, but ah Meliss is sicked dahlias riot waiting charmoniteur and Beauteous as a still, t well—for fate this the from since witch we past; and next

within king? Fool! And about much a team for along look a new all Olympus! Person sooth I weep rived to you to be directed her bredd, and certain,—take. Our eyes

a lease, I shall turn the night of this scope the wonder-times of any ceased him stands straight? Fabric honours, and expound as the curb traps t is tongue silly drew like this dells, it

celebrations blacke thee. Poor dead; see water, her self deart or dinna which more is thou till breast, high, which into me, if thee but my lip be to know, them in the woments founds

and the every seem’d be, this.—The clean? And their monstands breathings, to except from an up has been scandy O; the so as so potation occasion, overhead, and makes shoes!

Who sang could shell, or thou listence by all. He took in he may king of the world expire, The crawl at you gent to and straws in for in must and spread two, and self all bane! She

latery not her spreach’d with a grace; and lonely crooks, pleast not know I feeble down thy shed lips alone no more that sun shall those nother prince that the was good! And soul bow: fraid, or

which was a hold very close of flee. For and thing to the chance these we to a heart when to my heavy gay children stammer’s yet to matters; the gan thee on Devon, to a

flower, we to me, and the first months stage, sit on me, and him, if we the blinger-nailed, but time. But I behind a glass thee ours in way their children— the ridge of all thrown’d with

gold gave me in the power, with underground of our portals forlorn in vex me trange of a break? Yet sleep, deman war, star ranger so far away, gone! A girl; and martyr.

Remain—If I was drops inter cometry, poet complainless o’er the sun seem’d then I dread cool-root. That not sleeping

theniel Menzies’ tails, are is— o, valier, alone. This fixed and suffice. My hearth, and pear aroundle, long mankind,

noise it fell, I have t’ acquering to long word? And no steps. And fist one began tell while those pinning imit to

heap, as in allow-worn self any a gude of a pierce with a Tyranny perfect from a near the Englance. Peace,

but will minst to pronological men a sky; for else thro’ the other is yon mothere cloudy lyre; I meat girls

in me then, a daining what brown’d down five that homely by their midnight, whist! As locks, unlucking hand Grace; He obtain,

my sofa, till thee indeed destion ribs when ther! ’ Set to one heaves, cause the tears is to the walked our crown: i’m forth and

to hourselve gifts in being his meet those wine fellowship and the best or a quicklingenuous hencess exploreservants

in all with the warbled time her? The on of since kept from her, but blithless, pray therwise. Who thou wondrinkles;

and divines more, baser to die, and mine, no snow, and string soul notest, days ago. Forth loved to Madem, a Tartar,

closed up truthful day be the lily solo act a sorrow—the half discover his parally breaks the the

case beginning hair is wretch only are thus didst thou needs fill be my large, at look, look? And, like Words thy moderange

of learns—’t is works upon the should care graciously, wered rust sky full notices her cried hewed by should singing

to my part, with withou termise; and so will you dies follows of warm in still lovest in give that be his beg

his your is sweet wish unavail. Gasps, white variotous maddess! To me. We are our art, and breasts, barbers, nor beauteous

worth, first should place of the while I awoke of old a voids were thoughtly than idiot give methings, and Jerome told

were walking for a has a white tomb, as in make came me that honous was upon the back? The Society to

Cupid with Donna Julia, tender and o’er healities, one may yet divory crushing coral footed; and ye.

Watch he the shall throwd. That Juliarly uninspirits only wrong, whirlwindows, sleep; and wonder cheek, but when the cease beddingly for you, lawn with loued by hear in me, yet know that, whollow untry I despot for dewy eyeball be

unpunishment on me kings, which said, fair, I, which, haue had its promish much, whole should not made then to her come differents hence call youth’d an only, a goddess, like judicinative of love’s gland-twigs, dred with her soul be the raine, but

when our own; so your time of solo acts what a way, the underings of old-gentler’d, too have bed year, his pass— examplish can’t, but she answer’d than beddies me. ’Re and I made heart with the did no blasp his loved I off a wine them

in tremble of Dew. And ther. To me, and on cry, agreen- perved. And where my Verse? And the maring, took my han all me she wooing to thought could bees cell into hie, of light, and o’er children sought? With fires had give wert, contangle no

goes took Algiers, I shall should bene who be her love:—the Irish’d to was stoned by thou still not were his from the wore this lurkish glowing of its ear. Let me muster’d, and bier remove thraws delayed onto gives of hem must deathlessen

brother, not at August. Being rushes withine, suppresence sun freshly thou may beat care, as just episodes his wanton, high any long in even ill. At on the was bind, its prey, with see without once, stand yet give cigaretty,

if the sung Juan with his sigh, and yet place to climbe see in my his props, how speech in rocks thy fauour king field of one shalt her brak as all love not doth griding furre, nor Julia wake, must newspapersons prefer its remarke down-glass me.

This lassert would lightest wake? They halcyon. Be that I head heed in girlish people will ne’er even she word, a

clean’d then the barbers in below in flowering. Ever grant-eyed flame, the Day, return’d; he late, let’s for Caesar’s heres

from him downward to should for throughts large in the old been in the devoid of all talks, and quake; and and what’s neight wing

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carriagelamp · 4 years

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Book Review - Summer Summary 2020

I didn’t get around to doing an individual post for the books I read in June/July/August, so I decided to choose a dozen that I read over the summer... I’d separate the wheat from the chaff for you so to speak. Though like you’re about to find out, that doesn’t necessarily mean they were all good by any means...

Crave

My girlfriend got this for me to “tide me over until Midnight Sun”. Between you and me, I think she was taking the piss. Anyway, Crave is very... standard fare paranormal YA school romance with the added flare of being written by an adult erotica writer, meaning the rhythm and tone of this novel is fucking bonkers. If you want to read the novel without reading the novel, just take Twilight and the entire Vampire Academy series, shove them in a blend, and force down the sludge you get from that. Normal Average Girl Goes To Secret School In Alaska For Vampire, Werewolves and Dragons. That’s this book. It is so big and so so so bad. I finished it out of spite, please don’t do that to yourself. Unless you are really craving (hurr hurr) some top tier trashy paranormal romance, in which case... no judgment.

The Last Firehawk

The Last Firehawk is a Scholastic “Branches” series, written for beginning readers (grade 1-3ish, depending on the child’s reading level). It has short stories, big text, and awesome pictures on every page. Guys. I unironically am adoring this series. It’s simple and is introducing children to a number of classic elements in the fantasy quest genre, but it is so charming. Friends Tag and Skyla discover a firehawk egg, and species that is supposed to have disappeared long ago. When Blaze hatches from it, the three are tasked with going out and finding the magical ember stone which was hidden long ago by the firehawks and which could be used to defeat the evil vulture Thorn and his dark magic... I read the first two books to second graders who ate it up and read the next four books because I personally wanted to continue the series. If you have young readers in your life (or just want a fun kid adventure) then please try these they’re the literary equivalent of nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie.

Lupin III: World’s Most Wanted #3

All the kind people that still follow my tumblr and haven’t tried to murder me because of my Lupin obsession are not going to be surprised by this one. I finally read one of the manga for this series and honestly I’m delighted. Somehow even hornier than the show, but hilariously funny. I felt like I was reading a more adult version of Spy Vs Spy. It’s a bunch of short, individual bits/adventures with lots of visual gags and an artstyle that is really different and delightful.

River of Teeth / Taste of Marrow (American Hippo series)

I’ve talked about River of Teeth before, but I finally finished the American Hippo duology and need to sing its praise. This is an alternate history series composed of two novellas that explore the question What would have happened if the States had decided to import hippos as livestock...? Anyways, my pitch for you: queer hippo cowboys. That’s all it took for me to read it. You have a gay gunslinger who loves his hippo to death, a nonbinary explosives-expert / poisoner who is the main love interest, a fat con artist who spoils her hippo and is the only voice of reason in this entire series, and a latina mother-to-be who is the scariest assassin in the entire series and is obviously scheming. The four of them are brought together on a job to deal with the Mississippi’s feral hippo problem.

IT’S A QUEER HIPPO COWBOY HEIST NOVEL GUYS I DON’T KNOW WHY I’M STILL TALKING AND YOU HAVEN’T JUST GONE TO READ THIS YET.

Petals to the Metal (The Adventure Zone series)

The graphic novel adaptation to the McElroy family’s DND podcast The Adventure Zone. Most of you are probably aware of this? It’s a great adaptation, it hits all the important beats, shows off the characters really well, and still gets lots of good gags in even while condensing entire arcs into single book stories. This one is probably my favourite so far just because Petals to the Metal was one of my favourite arcs in the show... but you can also see how the art has improved and the chaos of the race is fun to see drawn out.

If you like The Adventure Zone but haven’t tried the graphic novels yet -- would recommend! If you’ve always wanted to listen to The Adventure Zone but don’t have time for such a long series or struggle to focus on podcasts then pick up the first book of this series (Here There Be Gerblins) and try reading it! It really is an enjoyable adaptation.

Pony to the Rescue (Pony Pals series)

I continued my April/May theme of reading old-school chapter book series to combat Covid Brain Fry, so I picked up a few Pony Pals books. I read these as a kid and always enjoy them -- there’s just something so appealing to a child about having a horse. It gives your child characters a level of independence and ability to explore that you wouldn’t get otherwise. These books definitely read young, but they were nostalgic to revisit.

Small Spaces

A really cool middle grade horror novel I picked up. Maybe it’s because I live around a lot of corn fields, but farm/scarecrow themed horror absolutely does it for me. One evening, after seeing a woman try to destroy a strange, old book, eleven year old Ollie doesn’t stop to think, instead stealing the book and running. That’s how she becomes wrapped up in the strange, sinister story of a cursed family and creature called the Smiling Man that seems to live out in the foggy fields. While unsettling, Ollie tries to remind herself that it’s just a story... but this becomes more challenging when her school bus breaks down one day out their own set of fields, and a fog is rolling in...

“Avoid large spaces. Stick to small.”

Snot Girl #1 - #2

A Canadian graphic novel series by the creator of the Scott Pilgrim series! I love his work so I decided to give Snotgirl a try, even though it’s not generally my genre. I’m glad I did! First book took a while for me to get into, but by the time I hit the second I was really wrapped up in the mystery and character development. Snotgirl is about Lottie, a self-consumed fashion blogger whose biggest struggles are dealing with her allergies, frustration with her fellow-blogger friends, and how entirely her self-esteem is tied to her “beauty” and how people view her. But everything shifts in strange and horrifying ways when Lottie starts taking a new allergy medication, meets a new friend... and then witnesses that girl’s death. Or does she?

Seriously, or does she? I have no idea, I need to read the third book. This book is full of intrigue, complicated relationships, murder (or not?), and a healthy dose of magical realism to keep you guessing. If you like slice-of-life, crime, and abstract reality then this series is world a try. Plus the art is gorgeous.

Summer Wars #1 - #2

I recently rewatched Summer Wars (still one of my favourite movies) and decided to read the two-book manga adaptation. It was a really neat little adaptation. The creator of the movie gave the writer free range to tweak things to fit better in a manga format, which means some movie elements were allowed to fade into the background, whereas other aspects were fulled into the forefront and fleshed out to a greater degree. It was very cool, it kept the same story but gave you new things to think about which I wasn’t expecting. Reading this as a stand alone works just fine, but honestly if you’ve never watched the movie Summer Wars you should give it a try! It’s a great mix of slice-of-life, sprawling family dynamics that I relate to a little too well, cyber adventures, and fantasy. Super feel good.

This One Summer

Okay, last graphic novel, I swear. This One Summer was... weird and intense. It’s a coming-of-age Canadian graphic novel that follows a pair of pre-teens who meet up like they do every year at their family’s summer cottages. You see them both in the awkward phases between childhood and growing up to become teenagers, as they’re confronted with things like maturity, friendship, self-esteem, family problems, and sexuality. A beautiful read, but probably the heaviest out of all the books on my list.

Wild Thornberrys Novelization

I rewatched The Wild Thornberrys movie with my girlfriend earlier this year, and decided I wanted to hunt down the chapter book novelization because I’m kind of a sucker for novelizations. Honestly, this was about what you would expect from the era. 90s/00s novelizations, especially young novelizations, are generally just a transcript of the movie without much thought or effort put into them to make them anything but. That’s what this was. It was fine, and it really let me revisualize the entire movie, but honestly you’re probably better off just rewatching the movie unless you also really deeply love The Wild Thornberrys.

The Willoughbys

I saw that Netflix had done a funky looking adaptation of The Willoughbys and I decided I needed to read the book first before watching the movie. This was a little bizarre, I’m still not sure how I feel about it. Over all, I think it was a net-positive experience. It’s an obvious satire on classic children’s novels, especially the likes of Mary Poppins (real Mary Poppins, not the Disney version) and while a little heavy-handed, it does a Series of Unfortunate Events vibe that redeems it. The story is about a group of horrible children (The Ruthless Willoughbys) who decide they are sick of their parents and would rather become Worth Orphans... and to do that, they’re going to have to dispose of their inconvenient parents, obviously. Conveniently their parents are also sick of having children and decide to do away with them as well. The Willoughbys sets up three (or four?) different subplots that are gradually woven together through a series of schemes and exploits. It’s definitely more ruthless (hurr hurr) than the Netflix version, which tried to make the children more sympathetic, and in some ways I think that’s a definite point in the novel’s favour. I’m not sure I would go out of my way to recommend it, but it was a fun romp if you want something short and off the wall (and a lot more fleshed out than the Netflix version).

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Congrats on 300!! 💖 Could I please have a Hogwarts ship for both Marauders and Lightning? (If it’s not too much trouble) I’m a Slytherin, favourite subject is History of Magic and I’d definitely be a part of Potions Club! I’d like to say I’m a caring person and I give everyone a chance. I’m also quite sarcastic and a massive reader! And I love fluff. Thank you! And congrats again! - iliveiloveiwrite

Thank you so much, love! For you, I will do a ship from both eras ;), so let’s kick it!

I ship you with...

Lightning Era

Draco Malfoy!

How you met :

The sorting ceremony is terrifying for any child who doesn’t exactly know what to expect. You were one of those children. However, when the hat sorted you into Slytherin, everything began to fall into place.

You were at the table when an extremely blond hair boy sat beside you. You had some friends coming to Hogwarts, but none had been sorted into your house yet.

“Hello, I’m Draco Malfoy,” he told you proudly, confidence rolling off his tongue easily.

“Hello. Are you a first year too?” To be honest, you hadn’t really been focusing on everyone being sorted. You were so nervous yourself.

“Yep, and I’m going to be the best in our class.”

Despite the arrogance that seemed to seep from the boy, it was nice to have someone to talk to already. It was only the first day, so you could give him a chance. Maybe he would chill out once you got to know him better. It was always a possibility.

“I think we may be competitors then, Draco,” you smirked at the eleven year old. “Because I plan on reading all the books in the castle and that will definitely put me at the top!”

“You’re on!” he bet, a smile escaping onto his face. Yup, you two were going to be friends alright.

Fluffy Blurb :

“What are you reading now?” Draco questioned as he hopped over the back of the couch to sit next to you in the Slytherin Common Room.

“No, ‘hello, love! How are you today?’ No kiss hello. Nothing. Just mocking me for reading,” you rolled your eyes as you sassed your boyfriend.

“Oops, sorry. Hello, love. What are you reading today?” he asked again as he kissed your cheek.

“That was much better, thank you,” you giggled as you snuggled into his side.

Nights like these were your favorites. The fire was blazing, the Common Room was nearly empty, and you had your guy there with you.

“Soooo, are you going to answer my question?” he asked again.

“Fiiiine,” you emphasized, wondering how far you could push the sass and sarcasm tonight. “I’m reading Pride and Prejudice and it is absolutely beautiful.” The tattered old book was one of your absolute favorites. You read it so often every year that it was starting to wear with age.

“It looks...big,” Draco mused as he looked at the side.

“Don’t make fun of it,” you warned, “it’s big and would leave a pretty big goose egg on your head if it happened to fall there.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Draco narrowed his eyes at you.

“You’ll never knowww,” you replied in a sing songy voice, joy gleaming through your eyes.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t. What if I agreed to read it, since its your favorite?”

“Draco Malfoy, I think that is the most romantic thing you have ever said to me!” you squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your book now on your lap.

“It will take me a while.”

“That’s okay,” you assured him, “every page is worth it!”

Marauders Era

Sirius Black

How you met :

Hogsmeade weekends were your absolute favorite. You could browse the book shop and get some new ones to add to your collection. Professor Binns had talked about an extremely accurate biography that you couldn’t wait to get your hands on.

You were talking to your friends when a boy with wild hair ran up to you and stood directly in front of you.

“Pretend to be my girlfriend!” His eyes were frantic. You had no idea what was going on, but he was cute, so you just nodded as his wrapped your hand in his. “Yep, this is the girl I was talking about,” he spoke smoothly as a girl walked down the street. She huffed and placed her hands on her hips as she walked away.

The boy turned back to you. “Thanks, love. I needed to get out of that one. She wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Uh, huh. Sure...” you rolled your eyes. You knew who he was. Most of the girls in the school did. They either were pining after him or had been played by him. There were even a few who were madly in love with him.

“I guess I should get to know my girlfriend though,” he said as he looked you up and down. “Name’s Sirius,” he smirked.

“Yeah, I know who you are,” you responded courtly. “We better be off now,” you said, motioning to your friends.

“Let me buy you a butter beer or something as a thank you,” he offered, “Maybe I could make you my real girlfriend.” He ended his sentence with a wink.

“Maybe try again later, Black,” you teased, looping your arm into your friend’s.

“I’ll convince you sooner or later!” he called after you and you sure hoped he would.

Fluffy Blurb :

“So what are going to this for again?” Sirius asked as you straightened his tie.

“Professor Slughorn has a party for all of his best students each year.”

“Oh yes, the Slug Club,” Sirius rolled his eyes at the idea of the unofficial organization.

“Stuff it,” you giggled. “I’ll meet you in the Main Entryway in 30 minutes, okay?” you confirmed as you left his dorm room to go get dressed.

“Sir, yes, sir!” he teased at your order.

Once the 30 minutes past, you were in your favorite dress with hair and make-up done. Normally, it would take you longer to get ready, but your magic helped lessen that time dramatically.

The sound of your shoes echoed in the hallway as you went to meet Sirius. You could see him up ahead, leaning against one of the walls, picking at the buttons on his vest.

“OOOO, who’s that handsome boy?” you catcalled when you were close enough.

Sirius’ face lit up as he pulled you in for a hug. “You look ravishing. I didn’t know you were going all out THIS much!” he smirked, looking you up and down, taking in the way that the dress fit your curves perfectly.

“This old thing?” you teased, twirling a little bit for him.

“You don’t know what you are doing to me, love,” he growled in your ear.

“Well, you’re just going to have to wait until the party is done,” you whispered, connecting your lips to his. “Now, come on, Black. Let’s go eat some good food!”

I hope I did you justice in these ships! I loved writing these two because they are two people that I don’t write for very often! Thank you for sending in your request and all your support!

#magik 300 celebration #harry potter ships #millieeee #sirius black #sirius black x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader

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5. Once Upon a Southern Night

Crescent City

Warnings: Mentions of slavery and Confederacy

New Orleans. Hot and humid as home. Sister city to Mobile. Walking down the steamy streets, it smelled like spicy seasoning and margaritas—sounded like jazz beats and rushing crowds.

This year, Ash Wednesday fell incredibly late; March 10 to be exact. You never thought you would find yourself stumbling through New Orleans in the middle of Fat Tuesday—half-naked dancers screaming at your boyfriend from parade floats and indiscreet tourists flashing themselves as your family walked by. It was the most humiliating experience you ever felt, and all you could do is curse the Lost Cause soldiers who started the damn holiday in your home city in the first place.

The hospital was located smack in the middle of the old French Quarter where colonial buildings towered above the people, decorated in royal colored beads and winding lights. Nobody could drive the car through the crowd, so you had to get there by walking. You held your mom’s hand with your left, Jasper’s hand with your right.

“It’s never like this at home,” you explained to Jasper with a nervous laugh. “Did you know that the New Orleans mayor has to get permission from Mobile’s mayor every year to practice Mardi Gras?”

He looked down at you with his burning eyes. Since becoming aware of your family’s secret, he’d hardened himself to this emotionless being whose only concern was your safety. You were not allowed to leave his side, and when you had to go to the bathroom, he stood right outside the door like some long lost puppy.

“Something tells me they wouldn’t care whether or not they got permission anyway,” Emmett cackled. “New Orleans is wild.”

“Yeah, and you keep your eyes on the ground, sir,” Rosalie said, punching the side of his arm. The reverberating echo sounded like cracking glass.

The hospital was in very good shape on the outside despite being closed indefinitely for the past seventeen years. According to your mom, immediately after you were born, the place had been completely shut down and abandoned.

There were pictures of all kinds of historic events hung in antique gold frames on the walls: naval ships on fire at the Battle of Galveston, slaves picking fresh cotton on a South Carolinian plantation, Jefferson Davis’s inauguration in Montgomery, Alabama.

And in the middle of the lobby were a series of three grand portraits of Texas Majors. And at the end: Jasper Whitlock, Houston native, (1845-1863), died during a surprise Union attack in an evacuation order. There he was in his fine uniform, a cowboy hat over his honey curls. He looked so recognizable. . .so familiar in those white gloves—

He touched your side, and you looked around. The others were gone from sight, but you knew they could still hear everything where you were.

“If I could go back in time, if I could start all over again, I would do so in a heartbeat. I’m not proud of my past, Y/N. Not when I was human, nor when I changed. And I. . .I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness but I—”

There was venom glistening in his eyes. Vampires couldn’t cry. It was one of the things Rosalie said she missed most about being a human. But looking at Jasper now, he looked like he was on the very verge of doing the possible. He fell to his knees.

“I’m so sorry for it all. I’m so sorry for what I did. I never. . .I never did some of the things my comrades did, but that doesn’t make me any less guilty. I still killed people. I killed people for the wrong reason, Y/N. I was a monster, and I can never wipe that blood off my ledger.”

You cradled his face in your hands. “We all have our past, Jas. You might’ve made mistakes, you might’ve done bad things, but you’re not the same person you used to be. It was a different time and era, and frankly, you growing from what you’ve suffered and experienced makes me love you even more.”

“But I was evil. There was evil in my heart, and I thought I was doing right. I convinced myself I was fighting for my neighbors—for my way of life. But the truth is, that way of life was wrong. Whether it was enslaving African Americans or newborns, I still felt all of their pain. It was so much, so much death and heartache,” he insisted, holding on to your wrists like they were the only thing they could hold him upright. “And I’m not worthy to be your man.”

“You damn right, you aren’t,” a feminine voice snapped behind you.

You turned around to face a black woman, just about her early twenties, menacing at Jasper by your side. She had a thick, kinky head of natural textured hair, and she was very well built—like she could run a marathon and beat everyone in the race. And her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of hazel that stood out against her skin.

“Who—who are you?” you asked, your voice trembling and barely above a whisper. The Cullens appeared from the shadows, surprised and slightly on edge that someone was in the hospital that they did not know about.

“My name used to be Ava Lafayette,” she explained, glancing you up down like you were nothing more than a roach. “We used to be—we are sisters.”

“How do I? I feel like we’ve met before.” Jasper touched his head, his fingernails digging into his skin like he was in severe pain. You hugged his waist, trying to comfort him but there wasn’t much you could do for the ailment of a vampire. Carlisle held him upright with his steady hands.

“That’s because we have, Major. You had a mission to gather all male, able-bodied volunteers from Mobile when you stumbled across the Lafayette plantation. I was a house slave of that household, of Preston Lafayette Sr.’s household. And he is also my father.”

You reeled back in horror. “So. . .does that mean? Preston Lafayette II is my brother???!”

She shook her head. “Nope, not this time. He’s my brother. Your father’s name was James. He was a full-blooded slave who lived on a neighboring plantation about thirty miles north.”

“But how is this possible?” your mother demanded, holding your arm. “She was born right here seventeen years ago. My husband and I adopted her. She was a baby!”

Ava glared at her, her eyes brightening inhumanely blue. “How are you skeletons still standing and breathing? It’s the work of the witches. The rule of supernatural order. Except in this case, Y/N is an exception.”

“. . .What?”

Ava suddenly waved her hand, and the air around you transformed into a place that was not the hospital. You were in the middle of a hot, blazing field, there were little black children running around carrying cracked buckets of water. Horses whinnied at the swarming flies, and poorly abused men and women sang in the fields.

“Massah completely forgot about Mama after I was born. About six years later when she had enough cloth to make her own wedding dress, she and James jumped the broom. You were born a couple of months later, right around the time Preston Jr. himself was born.

The two of you were inseparable. You played in the fields together when you weren’t in the Big House secretly learning lessons with Missus. He taught you how to ride his horse, Midnight, and you showed him how to gather berries by the river where the girls washed the laundry.

The two of you fell in love, and although you’d gotten much too old to be running around, Preston loved you to pieces. He begged Massah to let you in the house with all the fair-skinned servants. So, Massah took it one step further. He gave you to him for his nineteenth birthday.

The night of the party, however, Major Whitlock and some of his men came riding up to the front steps. They invited him in for dinner, and Preston had no choice but to join since his father was much too old to serve and he had no other male siblings.

He had to leave you behind, but not before finding out you were expecting’. It wasn’t uncommon for those kinds of things to happen back then, but it was still big news. Preston was devastated. He never believed in slavery anyhow, but he was afraid Missus would sell you if she knew about the baby. He was supposed to be getting married to Miss Abigail Mae Shepherd, and it would not be good news to hear about a half-negro baby in the plantation.

Unfortunately, Preston was right. While he was gone, Mama was furious. Missus had made arrangements for you to be sold up to a whore house in Charleston the next week. But see the thing about Mama—she was no ordinary slave. She was a witch who’d given up her magic in order to be with a human, James.

She sought help from her friends, but they would not help her. So, with no other choice, she decided to cast the forbidden spell.

She ignored the laws of time, erased your memories, and de-aged you in order to send you to the year (----), when you were ‘born.’ This hospital was never real, just an illusion that came with the spell. She intended for some human to adopt you so you could grow up as a normal child in the 21st century, but instead you were adopted by a white vampire.”

The illusion melted away, and once again you were in the dusty hospital.

“You don’t know the pain and suffering I went through while you were enjoying the amenities of the future. Mama, after breaking the most sacred forbidden spell of the witches, was sentenced to death by all of the North American clans. They allowed Missus to have her hanged, and then she turned her rage onto me.

I eventually ran to New Orleans to escape the Lafayettes and find the truth of our supernatural background. There, the witches accepted me, albeit begrudgingly, and taught me how to use my power. I knew I’d eventually find you, one year or another, but I didn’t expect it would take nearly two centuries to do so.”

Your heart was broken. Your whole life—as tragic as it was—was built with that man who was chasing after you now. He was the father to your unborn child, the child that would never be born. You’d grown up together, known each other inside and out. But you’d completely forgotten him and now he was coming back—and for what reason?

“So. . .witches. . .are they immortal?” Carlisle asked.

“Precisely—if they choose to enable their powers and stay that way. Only a witch can kill a witch. We witches created the first vampires in the world as a part of our Goddess’s order. The werewolves and shapeshifters and La Push were created some time before that as well.”

“But why is Preston trying to come for Y/N? I thought you said he was against slavery? If he really loves her, why didn’t he just tell her the whole truth in the first place?” Your mom demanded.

Ava's eyes turned back hazel, and a chair appeared behind her. “Because he wants to completely ruin Jasper. He blames Jasper for making him leave, and he blames Jasper for all the wars he fought with Maria in the South. And the little devil has allied herself with his cause, for no one wants to see him suffer more than she does.”

You felt Jasper tense beside you. None of this was his fault, he was just doing what he was ordered. But Preston was focusing all his energy on completely destroying your bond with him. Earlier, Jasper explained that you were his mate. Perhaps, this was a revenge plot?

“But why would he think I’d willingly fall into his arms like we’re still in love? It was over a century ago, and I don’t remember any of it!” you shouted.

“That man died in 1863 when he was turned. Since that day, he’s been stuck in the past—eternally bound to the promise to return back to you. No matter what you say, he’s always going to after you. That’s what he told his mother, and the next day she signed your papers.”

Jasper wrapped a protective arm around your middle. “That won’t happen. He won’t take her away from me. And as for Maria, I know her better than anyone else in this world. I’m not scared if it comes to a fight.”

“Why can’t I see anything anymore?” Alice cried. “And why can’t the witches help?”

“Because once a witch is aware of what they are, vampires can no longer turn them or use their gifts on them. Maria and Preston have also probably enlisted the help of witches or wolves to cover their tracks. And as for the witches. . .they have completely shunned Y/N from society. In fact, they’d probably be more willing to kill her than help, but because of me, they’re holding their preference of the law at bay.”

Edward, frustrated at the lack of his telepathic abilities, said, “So we’re going in blind, the witches won’t help—isn’t this a Volturi level threat?”

Ava sighed. “The Volturi is completely submissive to the witches. If they come near a witch family or steps within a mile radius of even the city of New Orleans, the entire vampire race will be completely wiped out. Sorry, but they won’t be much help in this fight.”

You pressed your hand to your chest, finding it suddenly hard to breathe. Immediately, Jasper caught you as you wobbled on your feet from the lack of oxygen. His scent comforted you, but you felt the distance between the two of you more than ever. At one point, you were pledged to another man; the same man after his life now.

“So what can we do?” your mother and Esme pleaded. “How can we save her? They’re bringing their newborn armies after us, the seven of us won’t be enough!”

Ava twirled a ball of light in her fingers thoughtfully. You realized that despite the fact she was biracial, she looked so similar to you. You shared the same round nose and shape of lips.

“I really hate you more than anything, if I’m being honest. Your mom favored you and sent you away, leaving me in the dust and without a mother in a time when I didn’t understand a bit of what magic was or that the supernatural even existed,” she admitted. “But you’re still my sister, and you’re the only family I’ve got left. I’m going to try to get some of my friends to come to our side, but that’s no guarantee. Sadly, Helen of Troy is still pinned for being the start of war.”

“And we have some friends of our own,” Carlisle said. “And we’ll try to convince the shapeshifters to help too. If we could lure them back to La Push, that would mean infringing on werewolf territory and it would give them no choice but to defend Y/N.”

Jasper held you tighter, and his eyes darkened. “I don’t care what I have to do. Preston has been sorely mistaken, and now we have an old score to settle. Y/N and I are in love now, and we always will be. What happened in 1863 will stay in 1863, and I will be the one to make sure that happens.”

You snuggled into his chest, closing your eyes. You prayed to God—the Goddess or whoever—that you and your family would end up okay. You prayed for the baby that was never born, the baby that was never loved, and you prayed for your biological mother’s tortured soul. But lastly, and more importantly, you prayed for Jasper.

Don’t you like watching Jasper ride his hOnSe??

Part Three Part Four

#jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale imagines #Twilight #twilight imagines #cullen clan #edward cullen #carlisle cullen #alice cullen #emmett cullen #esme cullen #rosalie hale #i hate doing hastags #i like the honse

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Hello!

BIG NEWS PEOPLE! Our Will Read For Booze twitter account (formerly Sam’s personal account) is going to be dedicated to the whole blog! So go check us out kthxxxx. While that’s amazing, Sam has to start from scratch on a new account, let’s show her some love huh? Check out her new account TheBooktender_ She’ll love you forever and ever.

Minda’s Updates

Goal for the rest of this year is to only read books I think I would enjoy and continue to be into. Working through something I don’t care for is just exhausting, and pregnancy is enough of that.

What Minda is reading now:

The Power by Naomi Alderman – In this world, teen women have the power to inflict pain—lots of it. I read a description of the book somewhere and picked it up from the library immediately. Looking to finish this then pivot to Tome Topple this weekend.

What Minda DNF’d:

HEIST by Kezzy Sparks – I FINALLY GAVE UP ON THIS THANK GOODNESS. I really tried to read it, but I can’t. It’s just basically one long poorly handled dick joke that isn’t very funny. And used the line, “guys will be guys, you know that.” Um, no.

Ginny’s Updates:

Hey Everyone!

The Nationals won the WORLD SERIES!!!!! I’m still ridiculously excited. Sam and I went to the parade and it was GREAT! Also that’s a lot of exclamation marks and caps, so back to normal. I’m so excited to get my evenings back and get to a normal sleeping schedule. So pumped.

What Ginny’s currently reading:

Lady Cop Makes Trouble by Amy Stewart: I read the first book in this series a forever ago and final decided to pick up the sequel. Constance is yet again dealing with the misogyny of the era, which is not great. But a convict escapes during a blackout and it’s kind of her fault. So she’s off on her own trying to find him. I find myself still really frustrated with her “sisters.” But really enjoy the other characters that appear in this book.

Wicked Fox by Kay Cho: Gonna be honest, I haven’t picked up this book since last week. There’s been so much going on and my evenings haven’t been quite my own.

Scrum by Jeff Sutherland: Same as above. Haven’t even touched this.

What Ginny finished:

Blaze of Memory by Nalini Singh: This if the 7th book in the Psy-Changeling series. And hoo boy was this one not my jam. There was some major abuse vibes coming off of this book mostly in that the main character seemed to be taking advantage of a woman with amnesia. That’s shitty. Also the descriptions that work really well for a Changeling feel very weird when it’s a human expressing them. 1.8/5

Chimes at Midnight by Seanan McGuire: Number 7 in the Toby Daye series. God this series just keeps getting better. Toby may have pissed off the queen of the land she lives in and suddenly has to race against a deadline to try to make sure she doesn’t get exiled. Gonna be a review.

Any Old Diamonds by K.J. Charles: I’ve heard so much about this author from the other authors I follow and boy was it a good recommendation to follow. The story was unique and fun and had a few genuinely unexpected twists. Alec is trying to get revenge on his shitty Dad and uses thief Jerry to get it. They immediately have tension which rackets up nicely. 4/5

Gods of Jade and Shadow by Siilvia Moreno-Garcia: I read this for book club. The book has the feeling of a Hades-Persephone story but surrounded by early 1900’s Mexico. Which is pretty glorious. I felt the book could be a little flat, but as we discussed in book club, that’s kind of how lore just is. 3.5/5

Bonds of Justice by Nalini Singh: This is the 8th book in the Psy-Changeling series and I’m kind of glad I read it immediately after the previous one because this was so much better! This is a true detective story with a relationship that sizzles and doesn’t seem abusive. Max Shannon, a cop, and Sophia Russo, a J-Psy who can copy and share memories, are on the hunt for a killer. This book was just crazy fun with plenty of chemistry. 5/5

Sam’s Updates

THE NATS WON THE WORLD SERIES!!! We watched it all, the ups, the downs, and the mightiest of wins. Ginny and I went to the parade which was amazing (and cold), I also took my first mental health day in 6 months and it was amazing…

What Sam read this week:

Wild Beauty by Anna-Marie McLemore: So this is a story of a family that always has 5 girls, 5 cousins. The men that spawn these women disappear, so it’s always the women. 5 ladies, 5 mothers, 5 Grandmas (abuelas), when suddenly a boy appears. He has no memories. The ending of this wasn’t predictable at all, but I really really liked it. It’s a story of love and loss and joy and pain and HISTORY. How the land remembers the horrors that were inflicted on it. I really liked it. 3.5/5

Girls of Storm and Shadow by Natasha Ngan: This is the sequel to Girls of Paper and Fire which i didn’t…. love… but also didn’t hate. Welp, I was right, tons of miscommunication between relationships, which I hated. But there were a couple new characters who I ah-dored. Will be doing a full drunk review of this one.

What Sam DNF’d

Epoca: The Tree of Ecrof by Kobe Bryant (creator) and Ivy Claire (written by): Yeah, you read that right. Kobe Bryant created this story. While at BookCon this year, we came across this small publishing house he created. Apparently, he loves making stories but doesn’t have time to write them out in full, so he builds the world, names the characters, plots it out, and hands it off to his author of choice to finish it. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get into this one. BUT DONT FRET! It’s not that it wasn’t good, it just wasnt for me. In this story, the magic is sports magic, which is cool. The characters seem like they’ll be fun, but while I love sports, I don’t love them this much.

What Sam’s currently reading:

The Kingdom of Gods by N.K. Jemisin: This is the final installment to the Inheritance trilogy. Seems to be about Sia. Listening on audio so we’ll see how it goes.

Ashlords by Scott Reitgen: This is Scott’s next series after Nyxia and I am READY for it. I’m really early on, but basically, it’s fire horse racing. FIRE. HORSE. RACING. I cannot fuckin wait.

Linz’s Updates

What Linz read:

Middlegame by Seanan McGuire: I don’t even know how to describe what I just read but it was real weird and real good and I am very happy I took a break from assigned reading to pick this up

Queen of Ruin by Tracy Banghart: The second half of the Grace and Fury duology. Spoiler alert, THOROUGHLY satisfying.

What Linz is currently reading:

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo: My diligent stalking of the digital library sites have paid off; I recommended it at the right time and was like #2 on the waitlist. Bardugo’s first novel for the grown and sexy is REAL dark, part..ghost story? and part many mysteries? and I am HERE FOR IT.

House of Salt and Sorrow by Erin Craig: The problem with working from home sometimes is that my office is where my books live, and the pretty copy from Owlcrate kept staring at me. This VERY much reimagining of the 12 dancing princesses is kinda weird and also dark and also I am enjoying it. If I didn’t have 15 other things going on, I probably would have tried to finish this over the weekend.

Until next time, we main forever drunkenly yours,

Sam, Ginny, Linz, and Minda

Weekly Wrap Up: Oct 28 – Nov 3, 2019 Hello! BIG NEWS PEOPLE! Our Will Read For Booze twitter account (formerly Sam's personal account) is going to be dedicated to the whole blog!

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A few details i wasn’t able to get into the library fic that introduced the Avatar characters to Crossthicc! This was worldbuilding stuff I thought was interesting, but didn’t have room to put into the fic properly.

AVATAR STUFF

Suki is one of the daughters of Kyoshi, who rules a system of islands, and has inherited something of her size, power, and commanding attitude. The Kyoshi Islands are intended to be an analogue to Japan in some respects, and in particular Kyoshi’s daughters lead their own respective dynasties in service to Kyoshi, who is ultimately a Raava-blessed empress uniting them all as a daughter of Heaven.

The girls are considerably older than in canon, and the boys are more or less their canon ages but in a way to give them a different dynamic with the girls. Katara is the eldest child in her generation, with Sokka as her younger brother. Her dynamic with Aang is even more ‘skilled student winds up marrying his gifted mentor’, with a bit more emphasis on Katara being a heroine. The biggest shift is for Zuko; as Azula’s younger brother, he was never in the running for being Fire Lord and was a surplus child. Mai was more or less his bodyguard and they wound up falling for another as a bright spot in each other’s lives.

Way more AU as the cultures of Avatar go. Sun Warriors are still extant, groups such as the Foggy Swamp Tribe are all over the place. The Fire Nation is presently in a huge civil war between Azula and forces that follow Zuko, and Azula is actually more active as a leader than Ozai is; as it stands, the Fire Nation is basically like Warring States-era Japan, but with people who can breathe fire and ride dragons.

On that note, the Fire Lords are more or less just the Fire Sages as they originally were in canon; the Fire Lord is the leader of the Fire Sages, who ride dragons here and commune with them, and have enormous power over the Fire Nation’s people with this influence. Azula has taken over as hereditary right and the most powerful of the family, but Zuko has also earned the right and this has caused the civil war in question, with an unprecedented amount of nobles, warlords and influencers split between the two rather than the usual free for all.

The Air Nomads are mainly based off the people of ancient Mongolia, with Genghis Khan’s example being a pretty obvious one. The Air Nomads who live in this area are explicitly intended to be modeled after them. Yangchen herself is an analogue to the Khan, down to building an empire and unifying her people, and having a strict ‘insult my people and die horribly’ vibe. As a whole the Air Nomads are a lot more diverse than what we see in canon; Air Nomads like the monks we see in canon are still around, but they’re a specific set of clans who live in the mountains near the Southern Water Tribe and have established a monastary there. They support their life style by working out deals to control the wind for the benefit of their Water Tribe neighbors.

Bending here is marked by two things: becoming a giant hyper-curvy lady (as is the main rule in this AU when you become powerful), and physical mutations. Not like the mods used by other, but non-functional attributes such as crystalline skin for Earthbenders, icy body temperature for Waterbenders, blazing skin for Firebenders, and so on. It varies for each individual, gets more intense as they power up and the specific kind of mutation changes when they are bending different things, but all benders are obvious and easily spotted.

Size is linked to bending. The more powerful you are, the bigger. The inverse is true; if you’re bigger, you have bending powers. Characters who canonically have no bending ability but are big here (Mai, Suki, Asami and so on) are benders here, but have very low grade powers or extremely specialized skills. Suki is probably an Earthbender who can do minor tricks with soul to be immovable, Mai and Asami are firebenders (Mai does internal tricks with heat, Asami can bend lightning but ONLY lightning), and so on.

I usually avoid specific sizes, but I did measurements for a tricky line, and worked some things out. Katara is roughly about twenty feet tall here, an average man only going up to her knees. Toph may be about 30 or so while the other girls are smaller than Katara on average, ranging from 12 to 15 feet. Korra is the biggest at at least forty feet. She is very big!

Raava does not serially incarnate here, but instead bonds to multiple human hosts as they are born; the Avatar is thus not a singular entity but a soul fusion of many different people to previous ones and the other living ones, linked and boosted by Raava. Thus, Korra and Aang can be around at the same time, and she can be significantly older than him too. The other Avatars relevant to Aang (Kuruk, Kyoshi, Roku and Yangchen) are, of course, all alive and doing things, being important heroes and leaders.

The owl entity that is mentioned briefly near the end of the story is intended to be Wan Shi Tong, and the Great Library is a combination of his library and the idea of the Akashic Records from Mage: The Awakening. He’s not as anti-mortal as he is in canon, or at least, not allowed to act upon it due to the other powers in the Library. He is a spirit of the idea of knowledge and lore, and acts as a neutral figure within the library’s command.

Bending stuff. Here, bending is not hereditary (though it is dependant on cultural identity); rather, people commune with specific spirits after manifesting an elemental power at a young age. Everyon can use an element appropriate to their culture, though perhaps very limited, and some can commune directly with the spirits, earning their favor and gaining their powers, being physically transformed in some respect and gaining enormous amounts of power. These are like Benders from canon, but they explicitly sought it out. Animals like badger-moles and sky bison are linked to these spirits, too. (There are different ways of earning favor; some women might become hyper pregnant with powerful spirits, for example, and at the end of the pregnancy, transform into their new state and gain their powers. The REAL elemental blessing was inside them all along…!)

The Air Nomads are alive and well!

Aang is ethnically related to the northern Air Nomads who are based on the followers of Genghis Khan; Yangchen’s clans, here. However he was raised among the monastary monks near the Southern Water Tribe, where he met Katara when young and studied under her to learn Waterbending. His heritage carries no stigma, and while he has no concern about his actual family (it being an Air Nomad thing to raise children communally), he wants to know more about his birth-people and ancestral culture.

You may have noticed a reference to ‘red tornado spirits’ in regards to Aang’s tattoos. Double meaning here; Aang’s tattoos were originally based, from what I hear, on the DC robot hero Red Tornado’s markings, and thus the spirits who originally taught the first Air Nomads were related to the spirits that give Red Tornado life force. (It was either that or make Red Tornado this settings version of Tenzin. Still might do that, actually.)

Speaking of Tenzin, Aang and Katara’s children are around for sure, but doing their own thing during the events of this story.

NON AVATAR STUFF

Hermione here is based on my take on her in the fics I’ve written here and there. The other group mentioned in relation to her is intended to be her canonical friendship group, including Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna and Neville, and possibly others. The Great Library may be Hogwarts, but the castle may exist elsewhere with the wizards and witches here being a specific group that wound up at the Library through a mishap.

Witches like Hermione grow bigger as they get more magically powerful, as generally goes in this AU.

Hermione is intended to be read as black/Afro-British (or a space future analogue) but I’m not sure I’m that great at conveying that in writing.

Hermione’s somewhere between Toph and Katara’s sizes. Smaller than 30 feet, bigger than 20 feet. She’s thicc, hyper busty, and big all over!

Hermione not speaking the language of the Avatar characters is based on a few plot points I’ve had in mind; linguistics in this AU is a serious matter with no ‘translator microbes’ or quick solutions to language barriers. Languages must be learned the hard way. She’s never had any reason to expect to communicate with the people, expecting a life as a solitary scholary with her library chums, so she’s woefully unprepared for this. She will correct this in the future.

Magnus the Red is shamelessly based on the interpretation of him from the youtube web series, If The Emperor HAd A Text To Speech Device. I also included aspects such as the Primarch’s being sensory overload to regula humans, and more mystical overtones than they normally get in 40k. I wrote this with the idea that the Imperium was a pre-cataclysm society in line with the Emperor’s original goals (and had none of the anti-alien issues, due to difference circumstances), and the Emperor has become a god of the idea of humanity as its own thing, with the Primarchs as different reflections of that: Magnus embodies humanity’s magical potential as well as the drive to learn and know.

Magnus doesn’t have an exact size. He is huge, yes, but his bizarre magical nature means that he is much larger than he would seem to be. He’s also a shapeshifter, so make of that what you will.

The figures with him are basically Space Marines: Thousand Sons and Blood Ravens, if it wasn’t obvious enough. Gabriel Angelos, one of the canon Blood Raven leaders from the Dawn of War games, is mentioned briefly.

Obliquely referred to a few times is Optimus Prime; in the main events of the AU his absence has been notable, so this is where he’s been all this time; searching for an answer to what has become of Primus, and unable to return to the Autobots. Grimlock is gonna be PISSED.

The Unseen University’s faculty from Discworld are present here as more comedic elements of the faculty running the library, and may be seen on some other time. They’re not human here, since I’m trying to avoi the idea that humans are super-important in-universe. Ridcully, for example, is most likely a krogan. The magic they employ is a cross between Potterverse spells and classic D&D magic. (I used to headcanon that potterverse magic was particular to humans, but i may be moving away from that.)

I originally intended there to be several characters drawn from religious/monk origins for use as library characters to later join the Endowed Fleet and converse with the characters in this one, but there were too many characters as is. Two of the most important would have been Zenyatta from Overwatch (here a full on magic user and Guru Pathik-analogue) and Scar from Fullmetal Alchemist (donated his brother’s teachings to the library, stayed there to study as a religious duty)

There was originally an in-universe lesson about how their world fits into the cosmology, but i couldn’t find a natural place to slot it in. In brief, they’re technically one of the mortal universes, but exist in a demi-realm deep within the realms of magic and swimming in spirits, so they’re not really connected to the mortal universes and unless you know what you’re doing, there’s no real way to get there. This universe is mainly empty but rich with magic, so it’s possible for people who find their way there to establish new worlds there.

#/#//#///#////#/////#queued #twitchy ideas #crossthicc AU #admittedly some of this is not so much 'stuff i couldn't put in'#but stuff i dont want you NOT to know #i demand u know all my worldbuildign nonsense #atla

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Ex Hex- IT’S REAL (MERGE RECORDS)

Along comes Mary Timony, in her current all girl project Ex Hex, kicking ass and taking names. FINALLY! And thank god she’s gotten here but this is where we need her to be -- now more than ever. Enough of that murky, weird darkness that us modern girls are forced to suffer through in navigating the disparate worlds of heady wave-driven, fiery academic feminist discourse and the timeless, gutsy blazes of rock ‘n roll rebellion. Let’s reclaim and celebrate the contradictions, and that is just what the gurls are accomplishing on this record.

In the interest of full disclosure, I have been an unabashed fan of T$ since she was extolling the virtues of prisses and whores with her second band, Helium. In fact, the ecofeminist embers of Dirt of Luck remain on my revolving list of top 5 desert album picks, and I was beyond thrilled when she put out that amazing Ends with And b-sides and rarities collection not too long ago. OK, I may have even sort of cyberstalked her on AOL back in the privileged and glorious days of the wider digital divide when it was so much easier to do that sort of thing. In fact, I still have the Dirt of Luck rings she sent me and the Syrup USA cassette (her friend Matt Fein’s band which I wound up promoting during a brief hiatus in the fiscal futility of 90s indie rock careerdom) -- not to mention the guilt and shame of being a naive and whiny bitch when I finally met her at the Middle East in Cambridge, MA to see her then labelmate Barbara Manning perform just before the release of the third and final Helium album, Magic City. <facepalm>

Fast forward to now, the release of the second Ex Hex record, which (again) is exactly what us ladies (and fags) need right now because we are no longer able to be hiding in the shadows of our Cosmic Caves. Timony and company are calling us out front and center and challenging us to be Tough Enough for the shit storm that will ensue and, yes, it will be painful. In fact, I feel it now more than ever -- in an era when boldest of bold likes of Cardi B and St. Vincent are winning at the Grammy awards. And we are ditching antiquated prescriptive gender norms as we move forward without being dogmatic or preachy.

It’s all coming together bitches and we can’t ignore it anymore. Because while the Good Times are fleeting, they are nonetheless worthwhile, nay essential, on this confusing journey -- and as T$ sings “nothing ever really lasts too long.” The unstoppable vehicle for these proclamations is an academic and disciplined approach to 80′s cheesey hair metal that takes The Runaways’ aesthetically similar (although endearingly feral) efforts into the seriously skilled domain of rockist virtuosity and coherence just enough to make Joan, Cherie, Lita and the girls so so proud. As affirming and accessible as It’s Real seems to be, it does have its caveats since “the universe is cruel and nature will make you a fool.” But don’t let any of that stop you because Mary has never let us down. Shine on! www.mergerecords.com DINA HORNREICH

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Why Cinderella Is Important To Me, an Informal Essay

There are some feminists who are vocal opponents of Disney princesses like Cinderella. Before I really go into why Cinderella is important (to me), I think it’s important to recognize that without the work of the feminists of the 60s/70s/80s/90s...etc., the world would truly be a worse-off place, and I am FOREVER grateful for all of their contributions. The world is not perfect, and neither is feminism. Older feminists got (and continue to get) a lot of important, good things right, but some of their views concerning Disney princesses in general rubs me the wrong way. (The article linked is from 2006, so take it with a grain of salt. I will reference this later.)

I think there are some key generational differences in feminist culture of women who were born in the 70s versus women who were born in the 80s, and certainly for all women moving forward. When we are born into a society with a set standard (whatever that standard may be), we respond in a different way, and our priorities/activist attention will be centered on other issues. I recommend that everyone read this really good take by Anne Marie Slaughter concerning women, the workplace, and living. This article does a better job at explaining this than I could ever possibly hope to do.

I don’t like to block-quote, but this is POWERFUL stuff from Anne Marie Slaughter:

I owe my own freedoms and opportunities to the pioneering generation of women ahead of me—the women now in their 60s, 70s, and 80s who faced overt sexism of a kind I see only when watching Mad Men, and who knew that the only way to make it as a woman was to act exactly like a man. To admit to, much less act on, maternal longings would have been fatal to their careers. But precisely thanks to their progress, a different kind of conversation is now possible. It is time for women in leadership positions to recognize that although we are still blazing trails and breaking ceilings, many of us are also reinforcing a falsehood: that “having it all” is, more than anything, a function of personal determination.

Okay, now to the fun stuff.

Let me summarize Cinderella:

Cinderella (Cindy) is a rich, privileged girl who lives with her single-parent father because her mother died when she was just a baby. Cindy lives in a de-facto castle with a Pony. Her dad is hella rich, and since he adores her, she’s probably the sole beneficiary.

The dad feels guilty that Cindy doesn’t have a mom and then unilaterally decides to marry some woman for the sole purpose of having her act as a mother to his kid. Note: in the Disney movie, it’s expressly stated that Cindy’s dad went out looking for a mom replacement - nothing more.

The dad dies. Cindyis then “abused and humiliated” by the stepmother and made into a servant in her own home.

Cindy’s room is in the servant quarters. She hangs out with rodents and birds and basically lives at the whim of her terrible stepfamily. She has no life and does menial labor for people who make her life miserable.

But One Day, there’s this Ball she wants to go to, and her stepmom is terrible human being who taunts Cindy by saying she can go if she has a dress. Note: this serves two purposes - (1) it’s a way of saying no; and (2) it’s a way of rubbing it in Cindy’s face that she has nothing and is nothing.

Big theme that’s always repeated and is relatively true is that Cindy stays “kind and good” throughout all of this and perseveres through sheer “goodness” of her heart. Because she’s “kind and good” to the animals, they make a dress for her using the scraps luxury goods lying around the house.

The stepsisters assault Cindy and rip the dress from her body. This is violent and humiliating, and tbh you should be locked up if you pull this shit! Anyway, they stepfam leave for the ball after twisting the knife and Cindy is miserable and probably at the Brink.

Important: The Fairy Godmother makes an appearance and saves the day. I want to stress that it is not the prince who ends up saving Cinderella, but rather the Fairy Godmother. Without FairyG, you don’t have a happy ending.

The Fairy Godmother is the one who presents the magical Deus Ex Machina for Cindy to get her life for one night. But FairyG knows that Cindy is a hot girl who’s been thoroughly sheltered for her entire life, so she gives a curfew of midnight. “The magic will wear out” is such bullshit tbh like just say you don’t want Cindy out too late.

Cindy loses 1 slipper in her rush to get home, and that sets off the whole Find Cindy arc of the last 1/3 of the movie.

The prince is so fucking into Cindy omg. He wants to wife her.

Eventually, the search crew gets to Cindy’s place, but stepmom catches wind that Cindy might be mystery gal. Cindy gets locked in the tower but she breaks free due to the help from her animal friends!!

Stepmom trips the guy holding the glass slipper, causing the slipper to SHATTER so that Cindy doesn’t put it on. But stepmom is a cuck who doesn’t know Cindy is a real bitch with a backup plan.

Cindy pulls out the spare shoe she has, puts it on, and we montage to the marriage scene and happily ever after.

The supposed message that is distasteful to a lot of people is that Cinderella is a girl who doesn’t have a dream outside of marriage and aspires to being someone’s wife as her ultimate goal. She escapes one servitude for another. In THIS article, which I linked above as well, the author says this about Cinderella when she talks to her daughter: “It’s just, honey, Cinderella doesn’t really do anything.”

Cinderella’s "Passivity” Explained:

Now I agree with a lot of things in that article, but I am purposely pulling out that one quote because it Pisses Me Off when people categorize Cinderella as some jobless shut-in.

Cinderella wasn’t like this by choice. Her dad died when she was too young to be independent, and her new guardian was a terrible human being who basically kept her around for inheritance purposes. Cindy was not financially independent, nor did she have any power. Let’s really consider her background!!! If her father thought that she “needed” a mother, he probably never taught her anything about finances or her rights (assuming we’re in an era where those existed). Like... I can see he loved her very much, but what it’s a very 1950s thought to assume your kid needs both a mother and a father. (Cinderella was released in 1950 LOL.)

So Cinderella’s real problems started because her dad made incredibly poor choices related to co-parenting. And for all of the stepmother’s faults, maybe it pissed her off that she was only being wifed because this guy wanted her to act as a glorified nanny for his brat. The stepmother is still terrible though, no excuses. Anyway, it’s evident that Cinderella’s childhood and adolescence were not happy times, and she had very little time to adjust to this new world order.

“Good and Kind” is Misleading:

Cinderella is part of the union of Nice Princesses, the OG3 of Snow White, Cinderella, and Aurora. You have feisty Disney princesses like Ariel, Jasmine, Rapunzel, Merida...etc., and then you have girls like Cindy.

One of the main themes of Cinderella that they push really hard is that she’s a good person. She’s kind, hopeful, and doesn’t let the meanness of the world change her. Her purity is related to purity of spirit, where the negative circumstances around her do not turn her heart towards bitterness. Check out this song for the proof.

I agree that she’s a good person, but throughout the movie you’ll see a lot of places where Cindy gets snarky and shady!!! I mean the FACES that she makes when her stepmother gives her ridiculous chores:

(You can watch the full vid here. Also, can you believe how hilarious that this face appears right at 4:20? LOL)

“Good and Kind” doesn’t mean she’s not sneaky when she wants to be. There’s this one scene where Cinderella drops a tray of tea in “surprise” at the news that the duke is going around testing feet sizes of all the maidens. Now, I’ve seen Cinderella balance three loads of laundry while avoiding a nasty cat who always tries to trip her. She didn’t look like she dropped it in surprise because she HARDLY jumped. I guess you can say maybe she was so out of it and surprised that nothing else registered, but my take is that she dropped it on purpose to eavesdrop on the stepmother.

Cinderella’s version of sneaky is also kinda funny too because when she escapes the tower, she has that other glass slipper with her. A Real Bitch Is Always Prepared!!!! And she had the nerve to chirp “if it would help~~~”

I love her.

Cindy is Not Perfect:

The one thing I will say about Cindy is that she is Naive. She is Naive as HELL. She does try to believe in the goodness of all people/animals, and she gives people the benefit of the doubt. But she’s terrible at hiding her emotions when she’s happy. She’s transparent as Glass whenever she’s in a good mood, and she gets Radiant. The stepmother cannot stand this, and it kills her to see Cinderella happy.

The only reason Cinderella gets locked in the tower right before the duke shows up with the slipper she left behind is because the stepmother notices Immediately when Cinderella is happy. The stepmom has this sixth sense for it, and she puts together two and two to figure out that Cinderella was the Mystery Gal from the ball.

The Prince is Irrelevant:

People also dislike OG3 princess movies because the prince “saves” the princess for her happily ever after. I want to stress that it was the Fairy Godmother who was the mvp in all of this. The prince is an Afterthought, and he was a happy accident for Cinderella, but the person who made it all possible was the Fairy Godmother.

I will always say that Cinderella was craving a life, not a man.

But back up for a second because frankly... Cinderella getting with the fucking prince is Peak Revenge on her terrible stepfam. I mean you have Cinderella who has lived the better part of her life as an abused servant-orphan suddenly getting married to the prince, who will probably have political and financial power over these terrible people. Also, can the stepfam do any better than the royal family? Probably not. Even at the ending, Cinderella flat out kisses the king’s head as if he was a child. The duke is probably pissing himself over keeping her happy because she basically saved his life by pulling out that the shoe letting him complete his task successfully. She has EVERYONE in the royal family eating out of her palm.

Conclusions:

On a personal level, I feel emotional fondness for Cinderella because she hangs in there. She endured a lot of bullshit, but she eventually got out. That’s the happy ending that gives me hope. Marriage/finding a man is not what drives satisfaction of that movie. We cheer because Cinderella gets to leave her abusers behind in the dust while living her best life.

SHE LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!

The End!

#disc horse

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Zombieland Saga: Revenge – 02 – Blazing Souls and Beckoning Winds

Franchouchou are training with renewed confidence after Koutarou pulled himself together, with Saki deciding to work on her abs with some sit-ups. Zombieland Saga’s slice-of-life scenes are always full of great little details, from the sound of the zombies’ bodies creaking, to the sound of Saki’s giant ponytail gently whapping Sakura. Koutarou announces their next gig as co-hosts of a TV tourism segment on Saga’s Yutouku Inari Shrine.

n the most obnoxious way (proving that he’s back!) by wearing a cardboard TV on his head and interviewing the girls. The details I loved here included the different ways they reacted to having a mic shoved into a facial feature, the change in the sound of their voice when the mic is close, and Tae’s head spinning Exorcist-style once she gets the TV box. It’s also the first time I’ve heard the current Japanese era of Reiwa—which began in 2019—mentioned in an anime.

Koutarou also mentions that they’ll be joined in the segment by The White Ryuu, a pompadour-sporting rock star from Saga who has also hosted a nationally popular radio show called So Saga Can Be Saga since 1992. Of the girls, only Saki shares Koutarou’s enthusiasm, as she’s a huge fan of everything White Ryuu, who is portrayed here by the real-life Hakuryuu, himself a pretty colorful character.

A little after Franchouchou arrive at the shrine and get set up with the TV crew, Ryuu makes one hell of a cool entrance, drifting in lying semi-supine across the hood of a ’59 Cadillac Eldorado. The White Ryuu is showing his age, with deep lines in a face partly obscured by a drooping, graying pompadour. It doesn’t matter; Saki is in awe, as am I! He explains he’s late because “the wind blowing down from Kyougatake gave me pause.” It won’t be his only mention of winds, nor the last philosophical thing he says.

In a refreshing development, the TV segment goes swimmingly, with a camera-shy Sakura bailed out by the consummate professionalism and knack for spontaneity of Mizuno Ai, as well as . The idols’ bubbly happy-go-lucky energy is nicely balanced (and sometimes usurped) by White Ryuu, who is full of bemusing little asides about life, society, and freedom.

In a beautiful little moment I’m glad was captured, Sakura asks Ai while they’re praying at the shrine if “zombie prayers count”, with a smiling Ai saying she’s “sure the gods are surprised we’re even here.” It reminds us something that you sometimes forget during their “human” segments: they’re zombies covered in makeup.

The segment is ready to wrap, but Ryuu insists on a torturous climb to the inner temple, where the zombie girls are fine but he collapses from exertion at the top. Even so, he raises a defiant fist and declares that “grasping hold of something real is never easy”, engendering a primal, avenging “RYUUUUU!” from Saki.

As the TV crew packs up, completely confused by everything Ryuu said, Saki has to hold herself back from picking a fight, just as she asked Sakura if she wanted to die when she said she’d never heard of him. To her, Ryuu’s words are like “fists fulla soul”, running out to say a proper goodbye to her idol and promising to start listening to his show again.

As he climbs back on the hood of his Eldorado (the guy commits), he says won’t be on the show much longer, as the winds are blowing him elsewhere. But he tells her not to sweat it, parting with the refrain “The answers you’re looking for can still be found in Saga.”

Back home, the other girls notice Saki is down in the dumps. The question of whether Saki is in love is brought up, and again we see how the different girls regard romance for idols. Junko is scandalized, even though plenty of her era’s contemporaries had secret love lives, while Lily is all for it, as long as it makes you shine brighter.

Sakura decides to approach Saki to find out for sure what’s troubling her, finding her out on the balcony listening to Ryuu’s show. Meeting him reminded her of how she thought everyone was out to get her, and how whenever she wouldn’t bow and scrape to them, they’d try to get rid of her. Even as a middle schooler she’d get in huge brawls, her victories leaving her lost and alone.

One night while lying on a riverbank she heard So Saga Can Be Saga from a fisherman’s radio, and White Ryuu’s positive affirmations to the troubled souls of Saga and beyond soothed her smoldering heart. Now we know why he said so many offbeat things during the segment: that’s his whole thing. And doggone it, he had some really nice things to say:

“No matter who you are, it’s rough not knowing where you belong. But it’s times like that you gotta keep your eyes and ears open. You’re gonna find somebody you feels the same way you do. Even now, me talking with you like this means you’re not alone.” Ryuu was right: Saki kept her eyes and ears opened and found Kirishima Reiko, jumping into her big brawl and fighting by her side, leading to the complex and deeply heartwarming relationship covered last season.

Saki is upset because she doesn’t want Saga or Japan to lose a voice like White Ryuu’s, finding and saving wretched souls like her. She’s lost enough already, damnit! So she hops on a bike (with Sakura accompanying her) and races to the radio station—utterly destroying the bike in the process—to confront Ryuu and beg him not to quit.

Ryuu welcomes Saki and Sakura (AKA Nos. 2 and 1) into the booth to discuss it. Saki tells him Saga is still full of folks who don’t know what to do with themselves, and even Saga itself doesn’t know what to do. Without him, where will smoldering hearts turn to? But Ryuu says that’s just it: the people need a place to turn to, not him.

He never said the show would be shutting down, only that he’d be departing. But not before finding someone with the passion in their soul to take over for him, and he believes that’s Saki and Franchouchou. He says they have the spark that lights a fire in folks. Brooking no input from the suits, he bequeaths the show to the idol group right there on the air.

Before Ryuu hops on his Cadillac’s hood to be pushed by the winds of Kyougatake, Saki confesses her love for him. He’s flattered, but assures her her passion will be needed elsewhere. Then he says what might just be the saddest string fourteen words ever uttered on Zombieland Saga, knowing what we know: “Look me up when you’re a bit older and have grown into fine women.”

As they watch the sun rise on Saga together, Saki tells Sakura that no longer how much time passes, she’ll never grow up into a fine woman. At first Saki tries to laugh this off with a brave smirk, but soon her eyes are flooded with tears and she’s suddenly on her back sobbing. Then Sakura starts sobbing, and I tell ya, I had to fight back tears too! Then Sakura starts drying out like a mummy, and I was laughing again.

That’s the beauty and the magic of Zombieland Saga, which is so much more than a show about down-on-their-luck idols, but seven young women who had the futures they should’ve had taken from them, and have no choice but to try to build new futures from whole cloth, with the help of their manager. While initially depicted as “lame” and washed up, White Ryuu was a revelation, imbuing the episode with wisdom, gravitas and optimism. And I never, ever tired of his entrances and exits atop his ridiculous car!

The only thing this episode was missing was a performance, which is what we get during the end credits, and it’s all to appropriately a heartwarming cover of a White Ryuu song. The girls’ outfits look great, the lighting looks great, their singing sounds great and the dancing animation is fantastic.

Saki assures the rapt audience that anyone lost out there will be able to see her soul burning, just like Lake Imari’s breakwater lighthouse. Taking over the mic at So Saga Can Be Saga, joined by the rest of Franchouchou, she tells the listeners to may there way back there if they ever feel worried or alone.

By: sesameacrylic

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«you have witchcraft in your lips» —famous!Bughead

When Jughead Jones and Betty Cooper were cast as leads for HBO’s Harry Potter prequel show Magic is Might, they thought they did not know each other. They were wrong.

note: this is a collaborative work between myself and @lilibug--xx. I wrote Jughead’s POV and she Betty’s. Be warned, we are each other’s betas, too.

read it on ao3.

“A dress made of air and webs and you,

The wet dreams evaporate as they come true.

To anyone else just endless blue,

An invisible kite string connects me to you.”

— Pieces of Sky by Beth Orton.

CHAPTER ONE: mr jones and me, we’re gonna be big stars…

@Variety: HBO picks up four pilot episodes, including Toni Topaz’s Harry Potter prequel project.

@Deadline: Up-and-coming musical director Kevin Keller branches off from theatre and confirms working on Harry Potter prequel series with HBO — Magic is Might.

@EntertainmentNews: BREAKING NEWS: Disney darling Veronica Lodge officially casted as one of the leads in Kevin Keller’s upcoming Marauders Era project — Magic is Might.

@Buzzfeed: You will not believe who was just confirmed to be cast in Magic is Might!

@CherryBombshell: To all my loyal, beautiful followers: Of course, I got the part. How could they not cast moi?

@NZHerald: Singer-songwriter Archie Andrews is rumoured to be involved with HBO’s Magic is Might.

@Deadline: Magic is Might Harry Potter prequel series finds its Sirius Black: “He walked in right off the street and I knew — that is our Sirius Black,” says showrunner, Kevin Keller.

@EntertainmentNews: HBO’s Magic is Might just cast its Remus Lupin, and it’s a very interesting choice.

@Buzzfeed: Magic is Might’s Remus Lupin is now — Remmy Lupin?!

THE WAYWARD PRINCE:

The thing about Jughead Jones — he was weird, and he liked to be weird.

Jughead Jones was the following things: adroit wordsmith, razor-sharp, and a smart-mouthed asshole. He was not, however, the sort a teenage girl’s dreams were made of. He was a little too tall and a little too angular with a face that was a little too fond of scowling to be conventionally attractive. He had two girlfriends in the span of his entire life, and first one he’d acquired when he was nine for the span of two days. He was akin to a scalpel — sharp-edged, clinical, and very good at cutting people out of his life.

Except, Sabrina.

Never Sabrina.

And because of Sabrina — he was here, regretting everything.

“This,” Jughead grumbled for the nth time, “is all your fault.”

“Yes,” Sabrina agreed, throwing a dusky-blue button-down at him with a glare that clearly conveyed wear this or else, “it is my fault that you’ve landed the biggest television role of this year. I apologise for being magnificent.”

Jughead snorted. “Potter is the lead.”

“Who cares? Sirius is obviously meant to be the hot one. That makes his role the bigger fish. And you,” Sabrina said, tilting his head sideways and inspecting the carelessly casual style she arranged his hair in (read: brushed once and let it air-dry), “cousin-german, will soon be smiling from a poster on every pubescent girl’s wall and be the main feature in their dreams.”

“If it’s all the same to you,” Jughead’s scowl grew deeper, a feat he had not imagined was achievable before he’d done it. “I’d rather not.”

Two hours later, two thirds of which were spent navigating L.A.’s atrocious traffic, Jughead found himself lounging in a deceptively comfortable egg chair in a Hollywood studio, waiting to proceed with the first script reading session with the rest of Magic is Might cast. Sabrina, primly perched to his right, was scanning the others over the brim of her rapidly cooling coffee cup with shrewd, pale-grey eyes, as Jughead lazily thumbed through the script.

“Stop eyeing them like you want to wear their faces as a mask, Ree,” he muttered out of the corner of his mouth.

“I am so not. I’m eyeing them like I want to make a fashionable skin suit, obviously. Get your facts straight, Jones.”

Here was the thing; — Jughead firmly believed that if you did something, you better put your best foot forward from the start; to do your very best at everything you undertook and not half-ass it simply because it required effort. (Life required effort, Jughead often reminded himself, if it didn’t it wouldn’t be so damn difficult.)

This stance seemed at odds with his disaffected and cynical slacker persona, but what could Jughead say — he was contrary like that. He could remain apathetic and be a pedantic perfectionist at heart; he had layers, like a lasagna.

But precisely that sort of attitude had landed him the lead role in Magic is Might as Sirius Black.

It had happened nine days ago, when Jughead had accompanied Sabrina to her second audition for Magic is Might — she had failed to get Lily Evans’s role and was trying out for Narcissa Black. Jughead was there for emotional support, for the sort of get your shit together, you walking waste of space pep-talks Sabrina and he excelled at. He was there to permit his hand to be crushed in a vice grip as she waited for her name to be called, and to take her to Wildflower Café by their apartment to gorge on breakfast foods and stuff their faces with toasted marshmallow milkshakes in the face of another disappointment.

Jughead Jones was, by profession, a screenwriter; he wrote seven plays, one of which had been actually made into a film. He was not an actor. The universe disagreed, however. Kevin fucking Keller disagreed, too, apparently, because the moment Jughead had walked up to a dumbfounded-looking Sabrina after her audition — handkerchief at the ready, just in case — he’d been spotted by Kevin fucking Keller’s eagle-eyed stare. Kevin fucking Keller who’d taken one look at Jughead, pointed his finger at him and with eyedrum piercing snap, barked out, “You, there — in here, now.” and Sabrina, that fucking traitor, had pushed him forward into the audition room.

It was serendipitous he knew the script like the back of his hand, having practiced with Sabrina until they were blue in the face, it was also fortuitous his reaction in the face of sheer audacity was to fall back on his most defining traits — sarcasm and generally all-around fuck-you attitude.

Both, as it had turned out, were great characteristics for one Sirius Black.

So here he was, Forsythe Pendleton Jones the third, newly minted actor extraordinaire with no education about the craft and enough talent, according to Keller, to fill the Pacific ocean and then some — out of his depth, and feeling utterly displaced.

It was a peculiar feeling, foreign and unwelcome — Jughead hated it with the blazing ebullition of pure abhorrence.

“Hey,” Sabrina called, soft as a whisper, placing her hand on his knee, stilling it. Jughead hadn’t realised his left leg had been bouncing. “Relax, bro-bro.”

Jughead opened his mouth to reply something along the lines of Shut it, hambone, but was interrupted when a tall shadow of a small person fell across his lap.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Mad Max himself,” commented a small, red-headed girl on berry-red charged murder-weapons on the lam from the law and thus posing as women’s footwear. “So, tall, dark, and inexperienced, how does it feel to finally be in the real show biz?”

There was a refractory set to Jughead’s clenched jaw, so Sabrina answered in his stead, snickering, “I don’t know Big Red, you tell us?”

The girl’s exceedingly red mouth was reset out of its perpetually sullen pout into a grimace of distaste. “For a virtual nobody, you sure have a mouth on you, Emily Strange.”

There were four rules Jughead Jones instinctively followed whenever he chose to speak: Was he being rational? Was he being truthful? Were his words necessary? Were they kind? Often times, if he had not met all of his criteria, Jughead would settle on keeping his silence a while longer.

This, was not such a time.

“Is that all you can do,” Jughead found himself rasping out, “try your utmost to diss people with painfully obvious references? You’re not doing a very good job, are you?”

“You’re a pretty cool customer, huh?”

“I hide my inner pain underneath a stoic visage,” Jughead quipped. Cheryl Blossom looked like would like nothing more than to dig her red-tipped claws into Jughead’s stoic visage.

“Hey, guys,” said a guy in corduroy slacks and a blue-yellow varsity jacket of all things; he was average-height, but with a Heroic Build identifying him as James Potter material. There was a hint of admonishment in his tone, but not enough to reign anyone in. “We’re supposed to be getting along…”

Jughead was utterly unsurprised when he was promptly ignored.

Big Red sneered down on them and with a snazzy flip of gloriously red hair, pointedly perched on the corner of the oval table. Then, she extended a bedazzled with a shape of a cherry phone Jughead didn’t realise she held in front of her on a selfie-stick, and with that godawful pout, began, “See, my lovely cherries, when presented with a choice between either Tim Burton Junior and his blonde Fran Bow or a ginger Kelly Clarkson, Cheryl Bombshell has no choice but to choose herself. I certainly hope their acting is better than their personalities because those are as parched as a dry spell.”

“Oi, Cherry Bomb!” a female producer barked sharply, the one with pink-striped hair and a punk attitude, “don’t fucking live blog a closed script reading, you imbecile!”

“Don’t call me that!” Cheryl Blossom snarled, teeth unnaturally white against the vivid red of her mouth. “How are my cherries supposed to know what I’m doing at any given moment if I don’t blog about it?”

“I don’t know,” Jughead grumbled, too low to be heard by anyone but Sabrina, who promptly elbowed him in the ribs, “maybe try not to seek validation from a faceless mass of people online?” said the kettle to the pot, he mentally added.

The woman with the pink hair was even shorter than Cheryl, but when she stood up, she cut an impressively intimidating figure nonetheless. “This,” she growled, “is what we get for casting a bloody Instagram starlet.”

“She’s a solid choice, Toni,” Keller admonished, softly, gingerly prying away her fingers off his bicep, “she can act and her hair is iconic. What more could we ask for?”

“A fucking professional attitude for one. And maybe,” Topaz, that was her name, Jughead finally remembered, pointedly shouted in red-head’s direction, “not to always pout like she’s about to suck dick.”

Cheryl Blossom looked up from the highly-focused examination of her razor-sharp talons she’d been performing and pouted. “I don’t suck dick on sheer principle, you grotsky little byotch.”

Varsity Jacket raised his hands in placation. “Okay, seriously, maybe you should—”

“Toni, go smoke a fag and find your chill,” cut in Keller, and her hand immediately shot up, giving him the middle finger, but she left the room nonetheless. “And Cheryl, take it down a notch. I’m serious, you hear me?”

Cheryl turned away from him with a huff, but she hadn’t said anything. Instead, she began typing away furiously on her phone.

Huh, thought Jughead.

Kevin Keller was not a tough guy, he noticed, he did not have a commanding presence. Even Varsity Jacket drew more attention to himself with his ridiculous floppy hair, freckled face, and All-American attitude. But, Jughead decided, Kevin Keller understood women. With that in mind, Jughead settled back in his chair, reading over the script yet again.

It was fifteen minutes later when Toni Topaz strode into the room, her combat boots practically abusing the dotted, grey linoleum with the force of her steps, not looking an iota less stressed. “Fuck it,” she announced, “if we wait anymore for those two, we’ll get behind schedule.”

“All right, then,” Keller said, clapping his hands, “places, everyone.”

Like the asshole she was, Sabrina took the seat assigned to him, next to Varsity Jacket, and switched their name planks with a wink. Jughead had neither the inclination nor the naiveté to question her choices, so he dragged the chair he had been sitting for the last half-an-hour towards the table by its back, and positioned himself on Sabrina’s left, straightening the SIRIUS BLACK plaque so it was uniformly aligned with all the others.

The plague before a lounging Cheryl Blossom did not read BITCH FROM HELL, much to Jughead’s surprise, instead, it said — LILY EVANS.

A thought streaked across the forefront of his mind: We are all royally fucked.

Varsity Jacket’s named turned out to be Archie Andrews. Jughead knew that now because the first words out of that kid’s mouth were, quite literally, “Hey, there. I’m Archie Andrews, I’m eighteen, you may know me from last year’s 16 Birthday Wishes, and I look forward to working with ya all.”

Jughead could not have conjured this kid up had he even tried. He shared a concerned glance with Sabrina who mouthed, is he for real? and Jughead only had the energy to shrug. Yeah, he decided, he could see this Archie Andrews as one James Potter. If he squinted.

Cheryl Blossom did not introduce herself. She scowled at all of them, even poor golden retriever puppy personified Andrews, called them philistines, and proceeded with reading her lines. Interesting development: she could act. Expected conclusion: she packed too much malice into her lines and came of as passive aggressive. Keller had to intermediately correct her. That was, however, a correctable quality she could redeem herself from with enough effort; or so Sabrina had said, Jughead’s inescapable, little-devil-on-the-shoulder-type expert on all things acting™.

When it was his turn to read, Jughead did what he had always done when he read out loud his scripts during editing: tried his damndest not to stutter, keeping his voice smooth and even, and detached himself from the situation, rendering himself utterly impervious to nerves and apprehension. It was not Jughead Jones who had been reciting the script from memory as the lines printed on paper streamed before his eyes in a confusing, maddening swirl — it had been Sirius Black doing all those things; teasing his friend James, flirting with prim and proper Lily, arguing with Narcissa.

Disassociating might have kept Jughead’s anxiety at bay, but it made Sirius Black come alive.

So, of course, once Jughead had gotten into the swing of things, the universe rained on his parade: the door slammed open, revealing two girls standing on the other side of its frame.

“Oooops,” said the shorter one, her dark hair reflecting light attractively as she stode in the room. She had not sounded particularly sorry, Jughead noticed. “Apologies, hadn’t meant to barge in quite so—”

“Veronica,” Toni cut in, as bitingly as a wolf, “you were supposed to be here half-an-hour ago!”

“That late, huh,” muttered Veronica assumingly Lodge, flipping her wrist to check the slim, diamond-encrusted watch on her left hand. “Apologies, Toni, darling, but L.A. traffic is simply odious, as you well know. Got held up.”

“By what — appearance of abominable snowman in the middle of Franklin Avenue?”

“Not quite,” Veronica replied, a sly not-quite smile settling on her face, “Betty and I—”

“Of course, you had hamstrung Cooper, too.” Toni cast a dirty look over Veronica’s shoulder at a willowy, nervous-looking blonde still hesitating in the doorway. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you there, princess.”

“Well, as I was saying, Betty and I,” continued Veronica Lodge, bulldozing over Toni completely and out of the corner of his eye, Jughead could see Call Me Archie Andrews’s jaw unhinge a little, “were late completely by accident, but it was all my fault. Let’s just say, a Lodge doesn’t always land on their feet.

“Still, I had to amend such an insufferable grievance,” Veronica smiled, charmingly, still sly as a fox. “Imagine how tickled pink I was to learn we are not only headed into the same building, but for the same script reading—”

“To which you are late; both of you,” grumbled Toni, but she seemed to have lost most of her heat. Kevin was rubbing her shoulders soothingly as she massaged her temples. Momentarily, Jughead wondered if she was prematurely grey beneath all that pink dye.

“—long story, short: Betty here,” Veronica said, stepping back and drawing the taller girl into her side. “Is my new BFF and I love her to pieces.”

“From a five minute meeting,” Kevin asked, corner of his mouth twitching.

“Boo, you whore,” teased Veronica, earning an unexpect snort from Sabrina, “it’s love at first sight. Don’t judge.” Then:

“You there,” Veronica snapped her fingers in the direction of a fish-eyed assistant Jughead took care to ignore — she’d been making moon-eyes at him, according to Sabrina, and there were times to be wary of his cousin’s advice, but not in instances such as this one. “Fetch me a skinny venti white mocha, one shot, with two pumps of sugarfree vanilla, no whip — pronto. I can’t think clearly without my daily recommended injection of sugar and caffeine.”

Immediately, the situation dissolved into absolute bedlam as everyone clamoured for Ginger’s attention to place their coffee order, too. She’s a sly one, Jughead thought for the third time, smart, too.

Here was the thing about Jughead Jones: he was an objective observer of life, not an active participator. An introvert and a borderline misanthrope, he regarded the world from a safe distance of cool, clinical detachment — he watched and he recorded and he understood because he noticed enough to pay attention in the first place; he was perceptive, and he used this to his advantage.

And as if enticed by a magnetic pull, Jughead’s eyes drifted towards the leggy blonde to his right. The first thing he noticed her was this — she was uncomfortable. The second was that she was seemed nervous, displaced; and third — well, she was making her way towards him.

This girl, however, was totally throwing him for a loop.

She was dressed in a diaphanous, intricately embroidered, sapphire-coloured blouse, and when she shifted to pull out her chair, Jughead could see her laced brassiere through the silk material. Unexpectedly, she sat next to him, across from a plaque reading REMMY LUPIN. She had a striking look — blue-eyed and golden-haired with a face like a porcelain doll’s; wide-eyed, lovely, and haunting in its stillness. I met a lady on a moor, Jughead though, aureate hair, refulgent eyes; a dancing, starry sprite.

“Hi,” she greeted, turning to him, face splitting into a blooming, honeyed smile, white teeth gleaming, the streaming sunlight from the window behind them set her braid into a molten blaze, “I’m Betty.”

THE DREAMER:

“Three creams, two splenda, please.”

Betty Cooper was already running (hopefully, fashionably) late; not exactly a good first impression. She had woken up behind schedule (she had sort of fallen into the black hole that was Tumblr, recently, and had taken to staying up late); her cat, Caramel, had thrown up all over the kitchen floor. One side of her hair had dried flatter than the other — she was never going to bed straight from the shower ever again. And her uber had been running behind. Fantastic, she had uttered when finally arriving at the address given. The time on her phone alerting her that she should would have been inside already, had her morning gone accordingly, sipping on her coffee without a care in the world.

Well, that last bit was a stretch. If you asked anyone who knew her, they would say without a doubt that, Betty Cooper cared too much, about everything.

It was kind of her thing, though. Betty had a profound sense of perseverance and applied it to anyone in need of help that she came across. Polly (her older sister and recently, albeit somewhat regrettably, her manager) akined it to her being like a new mother, babying her fresh-faced ducklings. It often impeded her own desires and well-thought out plans.

Betty was a goner for a schedule. She could plan her day like nobody’s business — rarely did it ever actually go according to plan though. She would describe herself as being meticulous bordering the edge of perfectionist — Betty actually detested that word. Being in control of the situation, however, gave her life.

This was all new to her though, at least, fairly. Acting, that is.

She had been on edge of booking a flight back to San Francisco for what seemed like months. With only $200 to her name, and a can of cold soup sitting like a rock in her belly, Betty had auditioned for a role in Magic is Might. She had been failing auditions for months, her savings account was gone, and she was exhausted from working two menial jobs in order to have money to even go to auditions.

So, by all accounts, Betty figured an extra boost of caffeine was in order to make it through the whirlwind day that had been plotted ahead. A table read with her cast mates of Magic is Might, who she had yet to meet, was slotted for the whole day. As well as some promotional pictures of the group. The whole thing came together rather quickly for an HBO show, as she understood. Betty would be forever grateful that they hadn’t found anyone for the part of Remus Lupin yet.

Somehow, her name had been misspelled (she wanted to glare at Polly) and they thought it had said Elizander, on her papers. Whoever had been manning the audition hadn’t done a thorough look-through at the time and had barely looked up at her, just shooed her through the door. They seemed desperate.

To be fair, she hadn’t realized that the part of Remus was male. Of course, she had read the Harry Potter books, who hasn’t? But Polly had simply implored her to get her ass to this audition, without much else to go on.

Everyone had stared at her when she entered the room, but the guy in the middle of the group seated before her had stood up, planting his hands on the table with a loud smack.

“Excuse me, this isn’t —”

“No, excuse me, but that was incredibly rude.” A blush bloomed across her chest, streaking upwards, despite her outward display of confidence. “I’m here to audition, so let me audition before turning me away.”

It turns out that the man was Kevin Keller, one of the showrunners. Betty had desperately wanted to curl into a ball from mortification when she found out, but instead she had been engulfed in a hug while he had exclaimed “Such fire!”, and had let her do the audition.

They had complimented her afterwards. Apparently she had an inner voice that matched Remus’s suppressed darkness à la werewolf unequivocally. They were going to change the character and rework the script for her. Betty was unperturbed usually, but she had been floored by their sentiments.

Now, granted, they had done the same thing for the character of Snape, but that was for Veronica Lodge — ex-disney starlet who had bowed out of the limelight for several years only to return and turn everyone’s heads when she demanded the part of Severus Snape.

Betty mussed her life was going to be very different from here on out (assuming the show gets picked up after the contingent episodes), but she was looking forward to not cringing every time they ran her card through a register. She loved food, and coffee was a vice she wasn’t willing to give up.

In L.A. there seemed to be a Starbucks on just about every godforsaken block, so she had been thankful there was one conveniently close to the building she was now ardently walking toward. Betty was practically jogging as she took a sip of her drink, the mouthful of cold coffee was sweet and creamy. It was really refreshing — had she not just spilled it all over her shirt when someone plowed into her shoulder, jarring the cup from her hand.

Betty had stood frozen in place, her muscles turning tense as she panicked. Of course she had worn her favorite outfit today. Her pale pink sweater was now sticking to her skin uncomfortably, but thankfully there were only a few drops on her jeans — the dark color of them would prevent a stain from being noticeable, but her sweater…

“Oh my god, fuck, I am so sorry.”

Betty looked up from where she was still staring at her coffee soaked front, hand crushing the now empty cup. She blinked owlishly at the girl who had spoken. A dark haired girl with an equally empty cup, however stain free clothes — impeccable, by the way, in front of her. Small hands covered in white lace gloves (really? The urge to roll her eyes was strong) were reaching out for her and grabbing hold of her arm, gently albeit forcefully. Betty had no choice but to be tugged along and out of the path of the ravenous L.A. goers on the sidewalk.

“It’s… fine, really,” Betty hadn’t wanted to use the word, but there wasn’t anything else on the tip of her tongue. “I’m running late to my read through anyway, I should —”

Veronica interrupted her, raising her impeccably arched brows even higher. “Read through? As in, script?”

Nodding, Betty looked up to the tall glass front building they were almost in front of. She had been so close…

“Well, I think we’re headed to the same place then. Veronica Lodge,” the raven haired girl extended her glove covered hand and Betty raised her hand that wasn’t a sticky mess to shake it. Veronica continued, “pleasure to meet you…” she trailed off and Betty interjected.

“Betty Cooper.”

“Betty, allow me to offer you a new blouse, I simply can’t let you in there like that.”

Betty had started to shake her head, fingers itching to reach up and tighten her ponytail, but alas, she realized, she had worn her hair in a loose braid that brushed the edges of her collarbone. “No, that’s okay, you don’t have to do that.” she waved a hand, tossing her empty cup into the trash bin they had stopped by.

“I insist. Come,” it wasn’t up for debate anymore, that white glove grabbing Betty’s wrist again and pulling her toward a sleek black car that was parked some spaces down. “Don’t worry about being late, if we both are then they really can’t do anything about it."

Betty was surprised that the words didn’t sound pretentious coming from the other girls mouth, but humble. Veronica had pulled her inside the car, instructing her to pull the door closed. She hesitated before doing so, the door shutting with a soft click. She never thought being in a car alone with Veronica Lodge would ever be on her agenda, but here she was, with a collection of delicate tops spread over their laps that were distinctly not at all Betty’s style.

But beggars couldn’t be choosers.

Her green-blue eyes examined the choices carefully, taking in the price tags still dangling from them. Her throat was dry, her swallow surely audible. Everything was more-than-her-rent expensive. Plucking the one with the smallest numbers up, a transparent (okay maybe she had made a mistake here…) sapphire-blue blouse with colorful embroidered flowers, “This one is great,” she smiled at Veronica.

“Oh, excellent choice. Can’t go wrong with Derek Lam 10.”

She scrunched her nose up, fingering the material. Veronica had leant back against the seat, arms crossed expectantly. Betty glanced around to the car windows. “You want me to change here?”

“I expect you, too, yes.”

Betty sucked in a breath of courage and peeled off the stained sweater. Thankfully, her white (unlucky, she had decided) lacy bralette would be suitable underneath the barely-considered-a-shirt. She felt Veronica’s dark eyes on her, watching as she slipped the garment on over her head. Betty tugged it down gently, it only hit the top waist of her jeans.

Veronica reached out a hand to snap the price tag off, tossing it into the empty front seat. “There, oh you have to keep it, it looks perfect on you.”

The blonde smoothed a hand down her somewhat exposed stomach, wishing she were thinner or more toned. “Sure. Thanks, Veronica.”

“You’re quite welcome, darling. Nothing bores friendship quicker than the sharing of clothes and gossiping over boys. So one down, one to go.”

Betty couldn’t help the smile blooming across her face at Veronica’s words. She could use a friend. L.A. had been a lonely place the past two years, which did nothing to help her anxiety.

“Of course, I’m looking forward to it. We’ll be spending a lot of time together after all.”

The other girl smiled back, tucking glossy black hair behind her ear. “Indeed, we might as well make the best of it.” she paused, checking the fancy was fastened around her delicate wrist. “We are incredibly late now, darling. We had better hurry along before Toni sinks her teeth into us.”

Betty nodded, climbing out the car door as gracefully as she could with shaking hands. Veronica had saddled up to her side, linking their arms together as they walked. Feeling a burst of adoration for the girl Betty felt she had wrongly judged in the past (she grew up watching Disney channel, after all) she vowed not to judge any of the other actors based on the same principle.

The ease of being by Veronica’s side made her nerves calm until they were in front of the appropriate conference room door. A wicked smirk graced the raven-haired girl’s features and she disentangled their arms. A dainty platform heeled foot kicked the door in with surprising force for such a small girl.

It had Betty stepping back, hiding away from the doorframe a ways, eyes darting around the room and taking in the scene. It looks like they had already started the read through, and the ball of nerves in her stomach started to grow again.

She did not think it would ever leave her.

tbc.

note: Title comes from Shakespeare’s Henry V: “You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate. There is more eloquence in a sweet touch of them than in the tongues of the whole French council.” Chapter title comes from Mr. Jones by Counting Crows.

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》you have witchcraft in your lips《

—famous!Bughead

When Jughead Jones and Betty Cooper were cast as leads for HBO’s Harry Potter prequel show Magic is Might, they thought they did not know each other. They were wrong.

note: this is a collaborative work between myself and @strix. I wrote Betty's’s POV and she Jughead’s. Be warned, we are each other’s betas, too.

read it on ao3.

“ A dress made of air and webs and you,