#dear ducky friend nailed it with this one

[hippolotamus]

On the 2nd Day of Fandom I present

Unless You Ask Me To by @elvensorceress

It’s not the first time a man has ever looked at Eddie a certain way. It’s not the first time a man has ever hit on him or asked him out. It happens every so often. Not a lot. Once every six months or so? If he had to put a number to it? But maybe it’s the first time Eddie’s considered saying yes. He’s in a much better place than he was a year ago, and he’s never actually dated that many people. He met Shannon when he was nineteen and high school relationships didn’t really count, and he was technically married until not quite four years ago. And there was only one huge, sad mistake since then. So, Eddie could say yes. He could go on a date with this beautiful, nice man. That is a thing he can do. And maybe it would be good. Maybe it would explain a lot of things he’s always wondered about but never put into practice. ~~~ Eddie dates a man for the first time, Buck is completely Fine(tm) and not at all having a breakdown, and the way to love and happiness is not easy but they find it anyway.

How much do I love this fic... let me count the ways. The insight that Jenwyn has into Eddie and Buck's characters is nothing short of magical. This fic ripped my heart out, shattered it, put it back together and cradled it gently. Sometimes all within the same chapter. A must read 💖

tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @exhuastedpigeon for today!

[floraltypes]

Distractions pt. 2

leroy jethro gibbs x reader

tw - mentions of shooting, sex, other things in a ncis episode

an - this is a part 2 to the first chapter. i might do a part three with more action between Gibbs and reader. but i already have some drabbles and a adding reader to a episode planned 🤫

“So, when did you get back?” Your old friend, Elise, asked, the both of you sitting in your living room the day after your night at the bar.

You had previously went to Gibbs house and he helped you rest for a while there, both of you letting your feelings out, but you didn’t know if he thought you would remember because you were drunk when you admitted it.

“Not too long after I told that bartender I was leaving,” You replied to her. She was finally asking about you after bragging about her very sexual night with the bar owner.

“Who took you back? Did you go back with someone at the bar?” She had a teasing tone at the end, wanting to mess with you a bit and get all the details.

“No, there really wasn’t anyone at the bar. I just got a coworker to drive me back. Speaking of driving, shouldn’t that cab you ordered be here soon?” You tried to change the subject, and luckily it was perfect timing.

“Oh right!” She shot up from the couch and rushed over to where her suitcase is, forgetting about you for a moment before waddling back in the too-high, high heels. “Bye! Thanks for letting me stay,” She grabbed the suitcase and left your apartment, allowing you to finally take a breath.

But you could only breathe in the peace for so long until your phone began to rang.

“Where are you?” The stern, deeper voice said into the phone, on the other line. You recognized the background noises of other people, figuring the person was probably somewhere public, or listening to the TV loudly.

“I’m at home? Why does this matter?” You asked getting off of the couch and moving to the kitchen to go and grab a glass of water, all of a sudden feeling a little parched. Gibbs did give you some medicine this morning.

Once you woke up, on the couch... There were pills and water right by your side and he came down at the perfect timing, motioning for you to drink it. He then went to make coffee for the both of you, but once you noticed the time, you made him drive you back to your apartment.

“Do you not look at clocks?” Gibbs sneered, and you could hear him yelling someone’s name yet it sounded a little fainter, maybe he moved the phone away.

“I do. I’m fine on time, what’s your problem?”

“You’re supposed to be at work.”

“No, I told you I was coming in late, like a week ago,” You remind him, specifically remembering how you planned to drop your friend off at the airport, not knowing she was going to get someone else to drive her. But, it was no use still coming in normal time, might as well take the break.

“Well, that doesn’t matter, a petty officer was found dead and we’re supposed to go and investigate. So, get your lazy-ass up and meet us at the address Kate sent you.”

“Got it,” You hung up the phone, rolling your eyes at your bosses usual antics. You figured he probably didn’t really mean the kiss, so you locked away those feelings and got yourself ready to go and investigate.

You were able to meet Ducky and Palmer, driving the large truck, at a stop so they could pick you up. Not your first choice, but the other agents were already too far to pick you up, and Ducky was always so kind to go out of his way.

“Hello, dear Y/n,” Ducky greeted with a smile, getting out of the truck to let you slide into the middle.

“Hey, Ducky. Palmer,” You greeted, moving in. “Mind catching me up to speed with what’s going on?”

And so they did. They told you about Petty Officer Liam who was found dead, apparently gunshot to the head, in a ditch near a cross.

Once you made it onto the scene, a news reporter, police, the sheriff, and the rest of your team all swarmed around where the Petty Officer was.

“Ducky, L/n, you two finally made it,” Gibbs voiced, watching the three of you walk down the small hill to where the cross and not to far the body was.

“Palmer ended up turning to the wrong road,” Ducky responded.

“You told me the wrong street!” Palmer explained, carrying down the bag Ducky needed and some other things to soon move the body.

“Now, now, Palmer,” You sent him a little look, soon walking over to where Todd and DiNozzo was.

“How was last night little drunk,” DiNozzo greeted, putting on his last gloves and handing you a set.

“Shut up DiNozzo,” Kate commented soon turning to you. “Did you end up getting laid?”

“Lord knows Y/n needs it,” DiNozzo added, laughing after his little sentence which let Kate to punch his shoulder.

“I don’t need it. I got home fine, no need for you to know, you just ditched me. So, don’t expect me to help set you up with that girl on the same floor as me, anymore,” You finished putting on your glove and grabbed the wallet near the body.

“Holding a lot of cash?” Kate asked, moving over by you to peer over your shoulder. “Maybe he was getting mugged and it went wrong,”

“The cash is still here. So, it probably wasn’t a mugging,” You answered, then grabbing a card that was present. “But it might his death could have something to do with this bar, seems like he has a lot of used coupons and receipts to there,” You reveled, pulling them out and handing some to Kate while putting the wallet into the bag.

Ducky and Palmer continued to check out the body to figure out that the cause of death was some sort of drug and not the gunshot, it was made to look like that. They would have to take the body back to be able to know for sure, so that’s what they did.

You took some pictures with DiNozzo and Todd and soon head back to Gibbs car, taking the front seat while the other two took the back. It was normal for you to take that seat, but at this moment it seemed odd.

“When we get back I want you to contact his wife DiNozzo, L/n and Todd will do some research about the bar you two found out about it,”

When arriving back to the office you and Kate quickly got to it and found out that in order to get in you had to go in as a couple. Kate talked to some people who had formally went there and one other friend of the petty officer that died and was able to figure out that there was a more secretive area apart of the bar where certain couples were only able to go.

None of the people could specifically say what went on, but figuring that out could lead to you and the other special agents to figuring out who exactly killed the petty officer.

“Gibbs,” Kate spoke, you and her walking over. “Turns out in order to get in you need to go as a couple and then if you say a certain co word, you’ll be able to get in to the underground part of it,”

“Okay, what did you find out DiNozzo?” He turned to DiNozzo who was walking over.

“Found out some passwords to things, hoping probie can then go through and figure out what the password for getting in tonight would be,”

“Who will go undercover?”

“DiNozzo and Todd I want you to stay with Liam’s wife and children, make sure that the person who killed Liam won’t go after this family if Liam still owes him something. L/n and I will go undercover tonight while Probie will be able to patch us all four together,” Gibbs commanded.

“With DiNozzo, really,” Kate looked at him and Gibbs just sent his regular stare. “Okay, DiNozzo it is,” She walked over to the man who was talking to the ‘probie’.

“Uh, Me and Kate could just switch Gibbs,” You told him, standing oddly by his desk.

“No, you and me will go undercover, you’ve done undercover work before,” He quickly told you, standing up. “Go get ready and I’ll meet you back here. Dress up nice,”

So that’s what you did, you left to travel back to your apartment and threw on a nicer dress, still short enough to run if needed but long enough to hide a gun that would be holstered to your thigh. You did your hair, leaving it down, and a light makeup look. You figured out a fake name, Leah Molane, and Gibbs as well, Frank Hater.

When he arrived you looked at him with a small smile, trying to take in his nice outfit for the occasion, and for a moment it seemed like he was trying to do the same. The car ride was fairly silent besides going over your plan.

“Were you able to get the fake ID’s?” You asked, sitting in the passenger seat and messing with your nails a bit while Gibbs drove to the bar.

“DiNozzo knew a guy, and I refuse to ask more,” He laughed a little and handed you your fake idea from his pocket. 

The two of you soon arrived to the bar, it was fairly easier than what it originally sounded like. You showed the man your ID’s and Gibbs snaked a hand around your waist, pulling you into his waist a bit more. 

He was able to find a open table and helped lead the way there. While walking you took a look around, while scoping you found a lot of normal things like couples making out, dancing, drinking, yet the mirror opening up as a door and three people disappearing into it caught your eye. You made it to your seat and the two of you sat right next to each other in the booth. 

“What you got McGee?” Gibbs asked into his watch, it looked like everyone was busy doing their own thing to pay attention to the older man who was speaking into his watch. 

“Abby was able to find out the drug that was put into Liam’s drink that killed him. It changes the original drinks color yellow, so don’t drink anything yellow,”

“We could figure that out on our own,” Gibbs grumbled a little underneath his breath. “What else do you have? That better not be it,” 

“It’s not Gibbs,” Abby now spoke. “We figured out the code to get to the downstairs area!” 

“And what is it?”

The both of you could hear some arguing on the other line, which just seemed to annoy Gibbs more. 

“It’s, uh,” McGee coughed. “It’s ‘sex vault’ boss, I think because its a drink name on the menu or because they have a section where couples can go and have, uh, se-”

“Enough McGee, I just needed the code,” Gibbs turned off his device allowing McGee and them to hear what he was saying. Gibbs turned to you and leaned a bit, his lips hovering over your own. “It would be good for us to kiss now, so we don’t blow our cover,”

“Makes sense,” You hummed, your eyes connecting with his own as you looked up at him. 

“Just pretend it’s just us, like yesterday,” He whispered, before his lips were on yours and moving at a fast pace. It was so much more passionate than the last time. 

“The two of you know this is a VIP area, right?” A woman walked over, the gum in her mouth being obnoxiously loud.

“Yeah, obviously,” Gibbs responded, moving away from your face and grabbing your hand. “We’ll take two ‘sex vaults’,” He told her and the woman went scurrying back off behind the counter. 

“Boss, we found out that there is another Petty Officer that frequented that bar often. His name is Denup and he served the same time that Liam did, DiNozzo is asking Liam’s wife about him and Abby is doing some research on him,” Mcgee spoke into the device that was in yours and Gibbs ear. 

“Got it,” Gibbs mumbled into the watch and soon the woman walked back over. “Find out more and be quick,”

The woman came and beckoned for the both of you to follow her to where the mirror you saw open earlier was. 

“Liam’s wife said she didn’t have too much on Denup but we were able to find a type of journal Liam was keeping with tons of money, it looks like in the journal there are stats on sports,” DiNozzo spoke this time. 

“Denup is also not doing too well finacially, we were able to get ahold of his wife and ask her a few questions. We learned he’s taking on some extra jobs,” Kate spoke now. 

“Abby, Denup’s prints might be in the system, run them with the ones we found on the wallet,” Gibbs quiclly spoke into his watch once the woman left you both. You looked around at a few people chatting and watching the games, there was another smaller bar down here, multiple TV’s, some tables, and a pool table. 

“When doing bets in settings like these, who usually takes care of handing out the money?” You asked Gibbs. 

“The bartender,” He answered. 

“They also said Denup was taking on extra jobs and doing bad financially. What if he is a bartender here and has been scamming people?”

“Liam found out and threatened to reveal what he was doing, which would ruin his chances of getting out of the hole,” Gibbs realized what you were saying. 

“Exactly, but it seems like something is missing. If Denup was doing this on his own, how could no one else catch on? And how is he not out of the whole already. I’m going to assume there are many bets that happen down here, so where is some of that money going?”

The two of you walked up to the bar and took a seat at the two stools that were placed in front of it. 

“You both thinking of making a bet?” “Not with him,” You laughed, pointing to Gibbs. “Man loses all of them, is a loser in general. But what about you, do you lose? What’s your name?” 

“Just call me Denup, that’s what most of the people down here do. Now what would you like, a drink or some cash?”

“I’d like to get.a little tour of your selection back there,” You smiled, getting up from your stool and moving to walk around the corner. 

“Gibbs, his prints match the wallet, but Liam’s ID has a different print itsself,” Abby revealed, once again, speaking into the device in the both of your ears. Gibbs nodded to you, giving you the confirmation to arrest the man. 

Gibbs stood up and pulled out his ID. “Denup, NCIS, you’re under arrest,” 

Denup grabbed your arm harshly, pulling you into his side and grabbing a knife, sticking it to your throat. “Louis!” You heard Denup yell, and watched Gibbs spin around, just in time, to watch another man reach into his pocket, grabbing a gun. Gibbs quickly shot him in his shoulder, the man dropping the gun. You used this opportunity of Denup being in shock to reach down to your thigh to grab the gun and quickly aim it at the mans toe. He dropped the knife yelling, giving you enough time to kick it away and for Gibbs to toss you a pair of handcuffs he had in his pockets. 

“Just NCIS folks, please go back to your drinks,” You said to the shocked people around, you handcuffed Denup and pulled him off the ground. “I know your toe got shot or whatever, but do you think you could at leas try to walk out of here?” 

You and Gibbs left the bar, informing the team you caught the suspects and the police were at the front of the bar, ready to take them into custody. Gibbs told everyone they could go home and offered to take you back since you went together. 

“Successful date night I would say,” He joked once the two of you were in the car and on the rode home. 

“For sure, got a kiss and arrested two murderer’s,” You laughed.

“I hope you know that just because I like kissing you I won’t soften the papers you’ll be filling out tomorrow,” He looked over to you with a calm smile playing on his lips. 

“I could never,” You smiled back. “I do expect you to now be buying me a coffee though,” 

“If that’s all I need to do, it doesn’t sound like the worst thing,” 

[side-shawty]

The Unimaginable

Title: The Unimaginable

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: one-shot

Prompt/Summary: “Hi! I love your writing! Can I request a Tony x daughter!reader where reader goes to Vormir with Nat and Clint and sacrifices herself? Then Tony learns. Big yikes. And then when he dies they reunite in the afterlife 🤧”

Pairing(s): Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Avengers x reader

Requested? YES by @daughter-of-stark​

As per usual; this is also inspired by two Hamilton songs

Also, I added my own little twist.

-Duckie

When Morgan was born everything kind of fell into place again. The snap had rocked everyone to their core and you were one of the few people who got to keep both of their parents.

You lost friends and people you had come to view as family. You spent the first year or so crying when you thought about Peter, Wanda, Sam, and so many others. Morgan was a miracle baby, she brought a kind of light back into such a dark world.

After a while, you lost contact with Avengers you once referred to as your aunt and uncles. Your father took it the hardest. He carried the burden of the snap on his shoulders each and every day and it killed you to see.

So that’s why you didn’t hesitate to interrupt when Clint and Natasha began to debate on who would be sacrificed for the stone on Vormir.

“You’ve got kids Barton,” Nat began, voice strained, “I’m not going to let you go.”

“I need to do this, give myself to get them back I—“ he stopped when you spoke up.

“She’s right,” you began, and they turned to look at your face, eyes already filling with tears, “That’s why I’m going to go.”

They looked at you as if you’d just grown a second head.

“Absolutely not,” Nat said, finality in her tone.

“Why not? It’s my fault, too. I couldn’t stop Quill from losing it when we were so close to getting the gauntlet. I look at Morgan every day and know that she’ll never get to live in a normal world. This is my chance to give her that,” You said, as the tears began to fall. 

Nat’s eyes glowed with understanding.

“She’s yours isn’t she?” She asked quietly.

You nodded, “Mine and Peter’s. But she doesn’t know. I couldn’t do that to her, let her grow up without both her parents.”

You took a subtle step towards the edge of the cliff.

They moved at lightning speed to each grab one of your wrists.

“You’re not doing this,” Nat said.

“I don’t think you get to make that choice right now,” you said before breaking free of their hold.

They stood in a defensive position quickly, they knew what you were doing. They trained you after all.

You fought both of them with all of your strength. In their absence, you had spent time with Brunnhilde and she taught you how to fight like a Valkyrie. Your techniques were new and they weren’t ready.

But Black Widow and Hawkeye adapted. Fighting tooth and nail as you got closer to the cliff's edge.

Clint tried to grab your arm but you shifted so he pushed your abdomen instead. You used the momentum to lose your footing on the edge and let yourself begin your descent.

Clint and Nat dove at the same time, grabbing the same arm and trying to pull you up as you let yourself become dead weight.

“Don’t do this, Y/N/N,” Nat cried as you looked up at them with nothing by desperation in your eyes.

“I have too. Please tell Morgan how much I love her. Give her her father back. Tell my parents that I love them and that I’m sorry,” You said, allowing the tears to flow freely now.

“I love you all, so much,” you said before shifting your weight so quickly that there was absolutely no way for them to have caught you.

You heard their screams of desperation as you fell.

But you were happy because you were doing this for your friends, your family, your daughter.

They would all be alright.

————

When Nat and Clint arrived back at the compound with the soul stone your absence was profound.

Their eyes were solemn and they stood quiet as everyone in the room began to understand what this meant.

“Where’s my daughter?” Tony asked in a sorrow-filled tone, already knowing the answer.

“I’m sorry Tony,” Natasha said and fell to her knees as sobs ripped through her.

Tony fell next, feeling as if someone had punched yet another hole through his chest.

But this one would never heal.

—————

Tony Stark lived for another 40 years after the death of his daughter.

He honored her name in every possible way and told Morgan the truth when she was old enough to understand.

Every day he hoped and prayed that something would get her back to him but he knew better.

Instead, he held Morgan tight for her and made sure Peter was always a part of her life.

Like her mother, she had grown up to be one of the best heroes the world had ever seen and an even greater scientist. His heart swelled every time he looked at her.

Now, on his deathbed that little girl who he had loved so much, who looked just like her mother reassured him that he could rest now, the world was alright now.

“I love you,” Morgan whispered and he couldn’t think of better last words to drift off too.

————

When Tony awoke again he was young, about the same age as when he first became Iron Man and he outside of his old house in Malibu.

Walking in he saw a figure standing in front of the large glass windows. Illuminated angelically in the midday sun.

Squinting, she turned to look at him and a smile immediately lit up her features.

“Hi Dad,” She spoke in a voice he missed every single day of his life.

Tony allowed his feet to carry him as fast as possible to her and crushed her in a hug as he allowed the tears to flow.

Y/N’s own hot tears began to wet her cheeks as she squeezed him back for dear life.

“I missed you so much,” he spoke into her hair.

“I missed you too, I’m so sorry for not coming back,” you told him as he finally pulled back to look you.

You were as perfect as the day he brought you home.

“It’s alright,” he said cupping your cheek, “I have so much to tell you.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we’ve got all the time in the world.”

[crowkingwrites]

Ducky

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x Reader // Words:1663 // Ao3 Link

Ramsay arrived home with the highest honors, more than three job offers, and his father’s approval. Military academy made him into a better man. Not in the sense where a man stopped his terrible behaviors, but better at hiding them. A particular professor almost kicked him out due to his bladed threat, but what could Ramsay do? The professor was a dick. He deserved it.

Bethany Ryswell, the closest thing Ramsay had to a mother, had planned a welcome home dinner party for her favorite boy. She welcomed him home with a warm hug and a kiss on his forehead. He may be in his early twenties, but he was still her little boy. 

Ramsay looked to his childhood friends and studied their faces. Some had grown to be tall, others fat and round. Some had noble coats and others had the same military coats Ramsay worn. None of his friends were married, in love, or even had a chance for a lady’s hand.

“I see Paris has been good to you,” Ben said. He ran a hand through his growing hair. “Roose has been talking about you all day like you battled the filthy rebels themselves.”

“Fucking peasants,” Ramsay shook his head. “If it were me, I would blast them all.”

“With cannons?” Alyn said. “You’d be considered mad.”

“I don’t think it would matter if I delivered results. The sooner the drunks stop filling the streets with their garbage, the sooner our lives will go back to normal. And what’s this I hear of your family immigrating to America? Is your family mad?” Ramsay responded. Damon handed him a glass of a sweet red wine. Ramsay’s lips touched the rim of the glass, tasting the sweet nectar.

Then he saw her. Someone who looked too familiar.

“My family is not like yours, Ramsay. You and your father come from a long line of assholes. Your father is an asshole. Your grandfather was an asshole. Your great-grandfather would have killed you by now if he had known you existed. My family is filled with a bunch of sugar-boned, fat pockets, drunk artists who can’t punch for shit,” Damon laughed out loud.

Ramsay’s eyes followed her across the ballroom. She was more beautiful than all of the girls in the room. Her makeup glowed. Her dress was pink and red, his family’s colors. Who was she? Why did Ramsay have the feeling he knew her?

“My father is begging us all to go. It’s gotten bad for the lower nobles, you know,” Damon finished his wine. “Rotten. This is all so—

“Shut up,” Ramsay rolled his eyes. “Who is that?” He pointed in her direction. Ben made an interesting sound. “Oh, you don’t remember, do you?” Ben smiled. “You’ve missed so much.” The boys started laughing. Ramsay rolled his eyes and took his glass with him. He knew this girl from somewhere. It itched the back of his brain. She was speaking with friends until they noticed Ramsay behind her.

Once she turned around, Ramsay knew exactly who it was.

“Y/N?” Ramsay studied her face over and over again. The last time he saw her, they were children. Ugly was a kind word for her. She often played with Ramsay and his friends despite them not wanting her around. Ramsay called her ‘Ducky’. Short for Ugly Duckling.

“Welcome home,” her voice was warm and inviting. Unlike her shrill voice as a child. “I heard you earned high honors, Mr. Bolton.” She played with the pink ribbons on the front of her dress. Ramsay’s eyes floated down to her chest. He didn’t remember her having such a voluptuous bosom or at least she never dressed this way.

“Y-yes I have. You know of my activities during our time apart. What of you? What have you been up to exactly?” Ramsay’s eyes flitted back and forth from her face to her other body parts.

“Finishing school,” Y/N answered. “After the mess I made with you and your friends, my Lord father wanted me to be a proper lady.”

“Proper?” Ramsay swallowed. How was she this pretty to look at? Her curls looked soft to the touch. He inhaled the air around her. He caught heavy hints of perfume. Her makeup brightened her eyes. Her nails looked perfect.

“Oh yes, you couldn’t have expected me to stay a tomboy with you forever, could you?”

“No, I suppose not.”

“Are you alright?” Y/N asked. Her smile hid something sinister underneath. Was she aware of the power she had?

“What?” Ramsay reacted.

“As I remember, you always had something awful to say to me.”

“You didn’t look like this when we were younger.”

Y/N laughed and it sounded like a song. Ramsay felt his cheeks warm up and he took a few steps back. Y/N reached out for his hand, but she caught his military sword instead. Both of their faces were inches from each other. Ramsay’s red cheeks warmed to her touch. She caressed his smooth face.

“Oh dear,” she giggled. “I suppose we have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?” Y/N whisked Ramsay away from everyone else. They sped through the hallways and ducked under servants. Ramsay’s fingers itched to touch her more. His mind wandered back to when they were children.

How was she this attractive? It didn’t make sense. Covered in dirt, scratches on her arms and legs, her shrill voice still burned at the back of his mind. The girl he knew then and the young woman whose fingers brushed over his crotch could not be the same person.

“What happened to you?” he chuckled, trying to figure her out as if she was some puzzle.

“I like to imagine I grew up. Why? Did something happen to your eyes?” Y/N’s fingers pressed him against a wall. “Do you think you’re going blind?”

“No, I think I’m falling in love,” Ramsay laughed. He shook his head. Why would he say something like that? Men like him didn’t fall for anything. Y/N pushed them both into a bedroom. Her hands already exposed his chest.

“Is this your first time?”

Ramsay stood silent. He would certainly not admit that this was his first time. Not to her. His back became stiff like a board. Her lips brushed against his, and moved them along with hers but nothing warm was there. Her hand tucked into his pants and she grabbed him.

“Oh, you don’t like me,” she frowned.

“No! No. It’s-it’s not that,” Ramsay continued to kiss her face. His hands buried themselves in her curls. He pulled out pins and the pretty ribbons in her hair. He smelled the strong perfume and wanted to bury himself in her chest. He pushed her body into the bed while his mouth left trails of kisses that led to her corset. He pulled violently at the ribbons. It tightened and loosened her clothes and she laughed.

“This is your first time—

“No!” Ramsay yelled. “I’ve done this before!”

“Have you now?” she said as she helped loosen her corset. Ramsay’s mouth pleasured her nipples first. He sucked at them needlessly. Soon, Ramsay caught sight of his new military jacket, shirt, and shoes all over the ground. He smiled and felt her hands bring his face back to hers. He kissed her and she tasted like the peaches he always craved at the military academy.

His felt his member getting harder. He wanted more. He took one look down at her messy clothing and felt his throat tightening. Ramsay didn’t know where to put it.

She lifted her skirts and revealed the treasure between her legs. His blue eyes studied her parts and he remembered only one passing conversation about it.

“I kissed her down there,” Ramsay remembered Jon Snow told his brother. “I didn’t know why. I just wanted to. She really, really liked it.”

To cover up his ignorance, Ramsay’s tongue went to town on her parts. She moaned and cried out his name a few times. His tongue penetrated her folds and sucked at whatever skin his lips touched. She was drenched when he finally slipped himself inside. Her folds were soaking for him and he obliged her.

His cock slid in and out of her body and he never felt something so good before. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Ramsay’s face buried into her neck once again. She felt so damn soft. His hands intertwined with hers as he increased his speed.

“Ramsay,” she breathed.

Oh, it was his turn now. He had power over her. He got high off the dominance he had in the military academy. He loved undermining his professors and captains. He enjoyed watching their faces fall whenever he would have a better strategy or a better idea. But this? His dick was inside of a childhood friend. This was a different kind of power.

Every time he would fuck her deeper, she would sweetly respond with her nectar-like voice. It made him grow bigger and tighter inside of her. Her walls closed in, grabbing onto his member. He brought his face to hers once more. He let her kiss him deeply. Before he could tell her that he was about to finish, Y/N pulled his ear close to her mouth.

“I want you inside of me. I want your seed,” she breathed. Shocked, Ramsay came inside of her. He filled her holes with a flood of his cum. His seed leaked out of her and Ramsay marveled at the sight of what he had done.

Y/N laid there with a sinister smile on her face. She was also proud of what they had done. Her form rose to meet Ramsay’s. Her chest was still bare. Her hair was in wonderful tangles. Her hands moved across Ramsay’s slowing chest.

“Am I wrong to assume that a new friendship has started here?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Ramsay said, kissing her forehead. “You’re still Ducky to me.”

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Splicers

Since I needed to do some research for a project I will be starting soon,  I decided to put everything I found interesting about Splicers in one compact post for me to always find it back.

General Splicers

Thuggish Splicer

Leadhead Splicer

Spider Splicer

Nitro Splicer

Houdini Splicer 

Because of the way this game works,  a lot of the ‘standard’ splicers listed above use either the Splicer-models I am getting into further into this post or the standard model showing on their wiki.

Baby Jane

Came to Rapture to make it big in show business, but ended up having to resort to other means to get by.  Can be heard constantly questioning the reality of the situation happening around her and regretting her loss of beauty.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"Get away from my face!" [Screams] "Not on my face!"

"Look at yourself! And you would do it too!"

"Why did you cut me?! Why?!"

"It's my part! Mine!"

"Stop ogling me!"

"You're making me lose my place! STOP IT!"

"Get your FAT. HANDS. AWAY FROM ME!"

"Just say something, goddammit!"

"Honey? Is that you…?"

"I'm sorry… We can do it together!"

"DARLING! I'M HOME EARLY!"

"I don't- I don't wanna- I don't wanna hear this… I- [Whimpering] I don't want to hear this…"

"Pretend you're not interested. They like that."

"He's gone! They always leave…"

"He left, he left, he left, left, left! He left! He left!"

"Came here to be a star! Came here to be a star- Not too late, not too late!"

"Mr. Ryan's gonna notice me, and I'm gonna be a star! It's not too late, not too late!"

"I used to be beautiful. What happened to me?!"

[Laughs] "And even that was a bad performance."

[Crying] "They'll be okay, right?! I mean, it was just- it was just an accident!"

"Tell me you love me! Go on, say it!"

"Someone shou- should do this for me, someone should be doing this for me!"

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE

"Ow—! And I— used to love bees!"

"I had real talent!"

"I had innocence- I was innocent!"

"I had innocence! You took my innocence!"

"Parasite! Paparazzi!"

"Stop — STARING!"

"You're a plain little girl! Plain- too plain."

"This wasn't part of the deal!"

"Only geniuses get saved, lunkhead!"

"Your memories? Yeah, we don't need 'em."

"Why would you bring a kid?!"

"Send your daughter home, freak!"

"Just me and the roaches."

"Rejection." [Cries]

"I don't understand." [Cries]

"To have seen what I have seen… see what I see…"

"I worked hard to look this good, and they still appreciate it… some of them…"

"Hello my baby, hello my honey, la da di da da da [Hums] nothing like a good old picture show…"

"Siren Alley [Sigh] well, the rent is cheap and there's work."

"Can we try that scene over? I forgot my line."

The Breadwinner

A wanna-be big-shot who thinks money and fame are everything.  He's convinced himself that Rapture’s downfall was just a small problem in his ultimate goal.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"Finally. [coughs] Happy."

"I was right, I tell ya. I was right, god damn it."

"Come on! Just- just let me explain, will ya?"

[Disgusted noise] "I'm too busy for this shit."

"She should not have come here."

"Ah, a man can start a business down here, yeah. Now now, it's- it's not too late. I'll get to it."

"Yeah. Yeah, Ryan's gonna stake me, huh? Yeah! No, he- he'll stake us all. Just give it some time. Yeah, just a little time."

"It's just a bad quarter. Naw, that's all. Yeah, market'll come back, huh? Yeah! Everything'll be fine. Yeah, it'll all be fine… Augh."

"You think that I'm dumb? Sure, sure, why not? You keep on thinkin' that."

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE 

"You can’t take this from me!"

"Think you can take what’s mine?!"

"I ain’t gettin’ reborn with you, no way."

He also has very gross misogynistic lines that are uh...  interesting for his character,  but I don’t want to be near them with a ten-foot pole,  so you can check out the wiki-page for those.

"I ain’t lost my touch, just look at me! I’m a king down here, a king! Yeah!"

"You think I’m that dumb?! Sure, sure, why not. You keep thinking that!"

"The business world’s ruthless, kid. Get used to it."

Dr. Grossman

A roaming medical professional who’s use of ADAM twisted his germophobia into something horrific.  He can be seen trying to destroy/murder anything he deems unclean/unhealthy.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"You're infecting this whole place!"

"You keep away from my patients!"

"You're crawling with disease!"

"Well, he won't get any better that way."

"I'm- I'm covered in his filth! DISGUSTING!"

"I've got patients to see, no time for distractions!"

"The subject… appears to have been ripped apart from the inside… probably a failed teleport."

"I- I try to help, but- sometimes I- I make mistakes… I try to help! But sometimes I- I make mistakes."

"I hate the babies, the most. They come out covered in death."

"I like the prestige, but I don't like the germs. The germs, they-they get under your nails, they crawl around at night."

"It's unsanitary in here, filthy! Come, let me take care of you."

"Haven't slept in weeks."

"Typical behavior for someone with your condition!"

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE

"My services, for free? [laughs] Get out!"

"I no longer require your services… nurse."

"Don't dare get your disease on me!"

"I killed [coughs] lost you! Once already."

"I guess it was just the wind… or was it a dream?"

"I gave up on helping people long ago, but I still ease their suffering.

"Might as well call me an undertaker these days… But, it suits me just fine."

"I come away from that damn clinic smelling like death. Everywhere! It smells like death!"

"Wait, my scrubs! All a-tatter?! Wha-what's happened here?"

"The thing about genes, they're just germs, and we're all crawling with them, all of us."

"Eternity will be so clean. So clean! So very, very clean!"

"The days are getting shorter! No no, that's not right!"

Ducky

A bitter lonely old man with a lot of prejudice who works security around Rapture.  Becomes a  devout part of ‘The Family’ during Bioshock II.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"He-hey? Hello? I'm here." [Crying]

"Poor sucker… my soul… my soul."

"They'll never find out about this. It's all gone away."

"Stop this… this isn't what ya think it is."

"Those stupid kids… they don't even know."

"Somebody gotta keep order around this place. If not, it'll go to the parasites."

"All these parasites want a piece of this place. And we gotta guard the borders, we gotta keep 'em out."

"They want what we got. And we gotta defend what's ours!"

"The parasites, the papists, the race mixers- I got my eye on all of them!"

"I'm just lonely! I— I'm lonely!"

"Down on the ground! DOWN ON THE GROUND!"

"You can run, but we'll find you! We run this place from tips to toes!"

"Oh… gimme my hat, Emma. Sweet mother of mercy!"

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE 

"Fuck it! God dammit! I hate bees!"

"Not the blood of the Son... my blood!"

"You wear the mark of the beast!"

"¡Qué estúpido!"

"¡Por favor! Help me!"

"¡Aye, Madonna mia! I'm bleeding!"

The rest is all religious rambling,  and tbh  ??  I have no time for it.   Ducky really annoys me.

Lady Smith

One of the upper-class matrons of Rapture and pretty much a WASP stereotype.  (I really don’t like her.)

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"Darling, is that you?"

"Hello? Oh, get the door, Sydney!"

"Nothing there, but we should bring in the hounds from the stables, just the same."

"Audrey, Michelle, Peter, Thomas, William, Joseph… no wait, n-not Peter."

"My dear elite, no, distinguished friends. I've finally found the answer we've all been looking for!"

"Too introverted for anyone to notice."

"Charles! I think the negro cook's been stealing. It's always like that with the coloreds. Take, take, take."

"They always arrive with out-stretched hands. They're a tuneful people, I'll grant you, but so lazy."

"It's not like those people in Apollo Square. Animals, every one of them!"

"They talk talk talk, but in the end they've got nothing to offer society. Just more mouths to feed."

"Look at him, just lying there! Another parasite!"

"Run away! You people will never amount to anything!"

"You know what they do to vagrants in Rapture? They hang them!"

"You think you can just take what you want? This isn't the jungle!"

"There's proper folk, here. You don't fit in."

"It's always the same with you parasites, looking for a hand out."

"Yes, Dr. Steinman. Uh, no Dr. Steinman… sorry, Dr. Steinman."

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE

"Audrey, Michelle, Peter, Thomas, William, Joseph… Oh, no! No no no! Wait, not Peter!"

"I'm writing down your name, you filth!"

"The times may be unkind, but did you have to take our home? I raised my children there! Bastards!"

"I'm surrounded by them, and yet they can tell… I'm their better! They know it… I know it!"

"Three children. Yes, three little angels, all gone now. I wonder if they miss their mommy?"

"I'll not associate with your kind."

"This is an outrage! AN OUTRAGE!"

"Lester, where is my doll…?"

Toasty

I hope you guys will forgive me and also understand that I will honor the memory of Henry R. Lumley as he actually was and not as the horrible person the Bioshock devs painted him as.

I am still really disgusted by the fact that they would use his face as the model for Toasty  (a literal murderer/rapist!)  and never even asked his surviving family members if they could do such.  

So I will skip this one,  hope you don’t mind.

Pigskin

A young American football player pressured to Splice to become a better athlete.  Unlike most Splicers,  they seem to have partial awareness of what is happening to them.

(Honestly  ??  they’re my personal favorites.)

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"Uh, baby…? I'm- I'm… I'm all calmed down, now… Okay? So-… Just open?! Would ja- shit!"

"Hey, come on- come on… Joey's gone, alright? You- you could come out, now."

"Not today, Dad, alright? I mean god damn!"

"Eh, Mom…? Mom…? I- it's er-"

"It's alright, Dad. It's alright, Dad."

"It's cold… Stay- stay focused, stay whatever, stay in the game. Stay."

[Chuckle] "Oh, shit. Hey, Dad, check this out!"

"I… I know you… No, I- I know you. I- I- I know I know you. You're- you're- you're that guy with the writing."

"It- it's different, this time, ya know? Really, it is. It- it certainly is."

"I'm good enough…! Why don't you believe it?"

"I'm tryin', Mr. Ryan. Please don't judge me! Please!"

"Look at me, Mr. Ryan. I- I've got nothin' left to give."

"Mom…? Dad…? Can you come get me?"

"It hurts… It- it- it hurts just to breathe."

"He's an intruder… and- and they make us kill intruders."

"I just wanna go to sleep… Just wanna go to sleep, I just wanna go to sleep."

"They make me hate everything I see! They make me hate everything I see! They make me hate everything I see! They make me hate everything I see!"

"I do what I'm told! I just do what I'm told! I always just do what I'm told!"

"Where are you?! They'll kill me if I don't find you!"

"Better come out! It- it'll go easier for both of us!"

"Please, come on out! It'll be so much worse if you hide!"

"Do you have any idea what they'll do if I don't find you?!"

"Yeah, am I entertaining you? Great! Is this fun to watch?!"

"Mom. Mom? Look what I've done. Mom?"

"I did it, okay? He's dead! Now just leave me alone!"

"Why did you make me do it? Why?"

"There! He's dead! Now just shut up!"

"It's over, okay? It's over! Now just get out of my head!"

"It hurts! It hurts! Jesus, it hurts!"

Plastered Splicer

Splicers that fell victim to being turned into Cohen’s art-work.  There are no specifics on how this exactly happened or how they function and are even still alive,  but they are and they’re scary as feck.

Rosebud

A female worker frantically looking for her lost child  (who has most likely been turned into a Little Sister).  She is known as ‘ruthless and deceptive’,  being one of the few Splicer-types that can actually set traps.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"Behind every door, an opportunity is so dangerous. "

"A floor, one two three four six seven… twelve thirteen thirty-four twenty-seven."

"She's still breathing… Oh, of course she is, she's just a child…"

"Shh… Oh, no… Of course you're not dying, my little one. You're just a baby… Babies don't die."

"No… they won't take you… you're just a- a little child."

"But she's my little girl… She has my eyes, can't you see?"

"Ah, don't hurt her! No, please! Take me, instead!"

"Oh, please… please… you don't want my girl. She's no use to you… can't you take… the neighbor's girl, instead?"

"Take me! Take my body! Take anything! Just don't hurt- take my little one!"

"Wake up, sleepy. [Chuckle] They're gone… Please? Please…? Please?!"

"I have time monster. I have all the time in the ocean."

"Kislány! Are you there, little child?"

"Sweetness? Mama's here to hold you."

"Sweetheart…? Where are you…? Come out, please… Mama just wants to hold you."

"Why would you take my little one?!"

Waders

The model for the secretly religious zealot from Bioshock  (pretty much the same function as Ducky from Bioshock II)  he believes he is avenging angel serving an angry God by punishing the sinful denizens of Rapture.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"You'll open up if you know what's good for you!"

"Open up! ¡Ay! Qué mierda."

"I traded You, oh Lord, for Mammon, and what did it get me, huh?!"

"I'm sorry, Father! I'll do what You say, I-I'll do what You say!"

"Even miles under water, He still sees everything, sees everything, sees everything, sees everything, sees everything!"

[Singing] "Jesus loves me, this I know; for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong; they are weak, but He is strong!"

And other religious stuff.

Brute

A result of Splicing with a concoction of  Sports Boost and Armored Shell Gene Tonics.  Brutes are very aggressively masculine and homophobic,  which is revealed to be internalized homophobia once you Hypnotize him and he flirts with Delta.  (I could not make this shit up.)

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE

"A million little pricks- fuck, fuck! Leave me be!"

"Fucking sodomites everywhere."

"I know what you're thinkin'."

"Not my bloody type, luv."

"Oh, you're pissin' yourself now, eh?"

"You're mine now, lil' girl."

"I'm top man down here!"

"We're just mates, you titface!"

"Clip your wings, ya fairy!"

[Chuckles] "Oh, he wants a tussle."

"She's gonna watch me do ya, son!"

"Who's the daddy NOW, son!?"

"Suit don't make you a man."

"I feel… nothin'…"

"Peace, quiet, solitude. Proper solitude."

"These fuck's gotta bring more in, or I'll hafta…" [Chuckles] "I'll hafta start teaching 'em. Ooh…"

"We can start over down here, once we drown out all the buggers and the queens. It'll be real men only."

"Some thoughts are just wrong. Nasty thoughts. Gotta stomp them thoughts right out!"

"Doctor Lamb says to embrace the man in the mirror. How bloody queer is that?"

"Sander Cohen. There was a man! Sharp suit, good mustache, took no guff!"

"Lass wanted me to try wrestlin' before the city started pissin' itself, but I don't go in for all that touchin' and sweatin'. I'm a boxin' man."

(Just to point out,  this is him after being hypnotized)

"I love you, ya lil' shite. I do."

"Jus' tell me who to kill, guv."

"Feel so—what you call it—comfortable witcha."

"Nice to have a proper mate at last."

"Partners, yeah? I like the sound of that."

"I like a man what keeps his mystery."

"Mates, right? Mates. Yeah."

"Do anything for ya. I mean that."

"Right, guv, let's get into some nasty."

"I'd look a poof in that suit, but you carry it."

"Shite! Gah! You fucked me 'ead!"

"Lyin' lil' mince! I trusted ya!"

The Mother

A very overprotective mom who sees herself as very nurturing and self-sacrificing,  but is fairly possessive and restrictive in actuality. 

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"Nothing could happened to my boy, I made him wear his best scarf today… he's bundled up tight!"

"I would never leave him with the sitter, they're all perverts."

"Wake up son. You worry me when you sleep so deeply."

"Gonorrhea, that's what you'll get. And there's no cure but the madhouse."

"Franklin, get Mother's cream out of the armoire. I need you to do your magic."

"Franklin, why don't you come over and rub mother's feet? They're barking."

"Friends? Of course he's got friends, but I always come first."

"There's no relationship like mother and son, it's deeply intimate."

"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!"

"I'd like to see you run away, you wouldn't last the night!"

"No one'll ever love you as much as me!"

"I only worry so much because I love you!"

"I raised you better than this!"

"What's mothering but a thankless job?"

The Performer

A singer who hasn’t had work in a while,  but never let it dampen his spirit.

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE 

"Yeah, folks always stare when I make the scene… You get used to it!"

"I told Sander Cohen, I'm always ready to cut a record or put on a show! Said he'd call."

"Yeah… Those old numbers sure got some high notes. But I got something new in the works!"

"I been on sabbatical for… goin' on 15 years now… I got some work, but I want to get back to real acting!"

"I warned you to stop following me!"

"Hello? You from the "Stars and Screen" magazine?"

"Don't leave me! Not again!"

The Social Darwinist

A doctor of psychiatry who advocates for the survival of the fittest and evolutionary superiority no matter the cost.  (Hate this sob.)

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"That's right… Cry like a baby. Your mother didn't love you… Why should she? What did you ever do to earn it? Nothing."

"You were the worst kind of parasite! Only taking, giving nothing in return! That you were a child means nothing!"

"Do you know what they call men who shy from adversity in war-time? Deserters… They shoot them… And rightly so!"

"Very painful, I assure you… But you will be hardier for it! More highly evolved! Superhuman!"

"No it's not the strongest that survive, but the fittest! Those most capable of change! A good start is thinking for yourself…"

"Did you come to Rapture because it seemed fashionable?! Or did you intend to make something of yourself? If you don't keep ahead of the rest you'll be resigned to follow."

"If you're going to disappear before my diagnosis, why did you come in the first place?!"

The Small Business Owner

Okay,  I take back everything I was about to say about  The Salesman,  this is Sinclair 2.0!  The description literally says  ‘This businessman is willing to do whatever it takes to thrive, even if it's technically illegal.’  JFC,  they could have at least tried.

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"So I greased a few palms here an' there, time-to-time… What of it? I've been told this town is friendly to free enterprise!"

"'Fat Cat'? If that's what they call a fella who's prosperous?! Determined?! Uncompromising?! Then, FINE! The shoe fits! You got me."

"Criminal Dealings?! [short laugh] Fallacy! Misdirection! From those afraid to let the market take its natural course."

"You ain't no big shot round here!"

"Push me? I push right back!"

"You'll never amount to nothing!"

[short laugh] "I'm gonna bring you to heel!"

The Beauty Queen / King

A woman who recites her prepared speech for the Rapture Pageant.

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"I'm just honored to be in the competition and… gee, I hope you like me… Because I'd like nothing more than to be Miss Rapture 1958…"

"Mother always says it's important to be yourself, so here I am, 100% the genuine article."

"Well, he's gotta be handsome AND smart and self-assured like A​ndrew Ryan… [short laugh] And good with his hands like Dr. Steinman!"

"No need to hide. I'm 'a regular person.' Just like you!"

"Butterflies in your stomach? C'mere. I have just the thing!"

(male variant)

"We're all adults… Nothing we can't work around with a little elbow grease."

"Women don't care for character anymore. It's all money and looks."

"Hello? You from "Star and Screen" magazine?"

Ryan Security Agent

Men and women handpicked by Sullivan to maintain order and keep the city safe from potential threats.  There’s not much else known about this specific character model.

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"Atlas' followers have been living on borrowed time if you ask me. Who knows, maybe Ryan got tired of footing the bill for this place."

"Told Ryan he should've given each of these clowns a bullet, not a prison."

"Guy made a city at the bottom of the ocean, and they thought it was a wise idea crossing him."

"We get in, disappear the girl and Atlas' crew, back before happy hour."

"I'm smart enough to know Ryan's smarter than all of us."

"You judge a man by his enemies? Then Ryan doesn't amount to much."

"Fontaine's followers put up a good fight at the fisheries. I'd expected more from this lot."

"What did you think was gonna happen? You cross Ryan and get off scot-free?"

Misc.

Didn’t really feel like getting into the Crawlers,  Buttons,  Heady,  The Hypochondriac,  The Ex-Boyfriend,  The Schoolteacher,  Frosty Splicers,  Houdini,  Survivors and Jockey Splicers because they either feel uninteresting to me or are super area restricted.

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Pathetic, Clinging Poetry - Chapter 24 (of 25)

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Every now and then, I'll lose my balance. I'll slip on the ice, I'll bruise my knee, And the people around us will stare, Stifling their chuckles.

But as surely as the trees Will bloom again in March, I'll have a chapped hand to pull me up, A kiss to heal my blackened flesh, And a laugh so contagious That my tears will warm my cheeks. 

* 

Whitney brushed the sleep from her eyes, tightening the strings on her robe as she made her way down the stairs. The sun shone in through the curtains, and she heard the distant rumbling of the mail truck just outside; as she peered out the window, she could see that the mail truck had already passed her house. Whitney slipped into her silky slippers and headed out the door, hurrying ever-so-slightly to her mailbox; she didn't want to be outside in such unladylike attire for too long.

Once she'd fetched her mail from the mailbox and headed back inside, she placed it on the kitchen counter and began to start her coffee; she never wanted to start her day looking at a bunch of bills and junk mail. But as she filled her coffee pot and turned the heat on, she felt a slight twinge of anxiety in her chest... Whitney turned her gaze back towards the stack of envelopes, noticing that the one on top had a hand-written address. With a sigh, she approached the counter again and picked it up, her heart sinking as she saw some very familiar handwriting, and an even more familiar name.

Whitney drew in a long, deep breath. If only it had been another piece of junk mail. With one hand over her chest, she did a quick and quiet prayer.

Once she was finished, a few more moments passed before she finally mustered up the courage to open her eyes. Taking one more deep breath, she headed towards the living room, seated herself on the couch, and opened the letter.

Mom,

I've finally gone home. I know you're not happy with the home I've chosen, and I understand why... But your disapproval is something Peony and I have come to accept, and one day, you might also come to accept the paths we've chosen to take. Whether that happens, though, will be entirely up to you.

Remember when I was a kid, and you'd always tell me, "one day, you'll understand"? You've probably said that more times than I could count... and most of the time, you were right! Like when you told me that, no, I couldn't have ice cream before dinner, or that I couldn't stay up until four in the morning watching cartoons. And other times... When you told me that I had to fit into a certain mold, or that my love for women was a sin... I understand, too, why you said those things to me. But don't think for a second that I believe you were right; I've just come to realize why you thought the way you did. And now, I'm going to tell you the same exact thing; one day, you'll understand, too, that there is nothing wrong with me. I am not possessed by demons; I am a lesbian, and I am autistic, and I am not feminine, and I am not the woman you wanted me to be, and likely never will be, because that is how I was created.

I forgive you, mom. You might not be sorry, but I still forgive everything you've done to hurt me, and I love you more than I can put into words. But I'm not coming back; I've made a new life for myself over here in Beach City, and I'm happier than I've ever been. I won't speak for Peony, but I think it's safe to assume she's much happier where she's staying, too.

Maybe one day we'll come visit you. If you want, you could even meet my girlfriend! She's truly wonderful, and I think that you could come to love her one day... But that day won't be anytime soon; it'll be in the distant future, and only after I have reason to believe you've grown. I certainly still have some growing to do, myself, anyway.

Take care, Mom. Focus on your own growth -- not just for mine or Peony's sake, but for yours. God bless.

-Pearl

Whitney slowly folded the letter back up and brushed tears away from her face. She set the paper aside, turning her gaze towards the cross above the fireplace as she rose to her feet. Whitney knelt down on the floor, clasped her hands together, and once again, began to pray. 

* 

Pearl let out a sigh of relief; now that she'd gotten everything straightened up, she could relax until it was time for the guests to arrive. Pushing the vacuum back into the closet, she flopped down onto the couch and allowed herself to stretch for a moment -- but that relaxation was short-lived, as she spotted Amethyst making her way into the living room with a handful of crackers.

"Careful not to get any crumbs on the floor! I just vacuumed." she warned.

"Yeah yeah." Amethyst shoved the handful of crackers into her mouth, dropping a few crumbs on the carpet. The moment she spotted Pearl's piercing glare, she immediately picked them up and popped them into her mouth.

Pearl shuddered. "I almost wish you'd left it on the floor." she said.

"Hey, a little floor lint never hurt anyone. It's probably good for the immune system, anyway." she said, flopping down onto the couch beside Pearl. "So, when're the girls coming?"

"In approximately... Half an hour!" Pearl said.

"Wow, and you're already done cleaning up the house? You sure don't waste any time." Amethyst teased.

"I didn't want to be rushing around at the very last minute." Pearl shrugged, putting an arm around Amethyst's shoulders and pulling her close.

"That's smart of you. Maybe one day I'll learn not to procrastinate so much, heh. If I had known you were starting so early, I woulda helped out..." Amethyst said, leaning her head against Pearl's shoulder.

"Ah, I guess I hadn't considered that... Next time we have guests, you'll have vacuum duty!" Pearl said.

"Bleh, I just wanted to be polite. I didn't think you'd give me, like, obligations." Amethyst snickered, giving Pearl a playful nudge to reassure her she wasn't completely serious.

"You little rascal." Pearl nudged her right back. "Once I start up work, you're going to be so bored with the house all to yourself... You'll be begging for obligations!"

"Eh, that's true. Might as well get used to being a housewife." Amethyst said, turning her gaze up towards Pearl. "But not right now. Right now, I'm gonna enjoy being lazy while I still can."

"I wouldn't say lazy... You just need a little motivation." Pearl winked, and leaned in for a kiss.

"Mm... Guess that's true. And you are good at motivating me." Their lips met, and Amethyst's eyes fell shut. With a whimper just barely audible, she reached up and ran her fingers through Pearl's hair. The latter reached back and gently raked her nails across Amethyst's back, causing her to shudder. "Shit, now you're getting me all riled up... Let's cancel this movie night. Say we both caught a cold or something. I'm sure Jasper could be a good host."

Pearl chuckled, her face still mere inches away from Amethyst's. "I don't doubt that, but I am certainly not flaking -- is that the word? -- on my friends so we can fool around in your room." she teased, giving Amethyst one more kiss. "The goofy business can wait for tonight." she added with a wink.

"Oh, so you wanna fool around? Just not right now?" Amethyst purred.

"Maybe. I could always change my mind, though..." Pearl whispered back, pecking Amethyst on the cheek. "And even if we do, just a little bit."

"Sounds good to me. Never wanna pressure my pretty girl into anything she's not ready for..." Amethyst nuzzled her shoulder, letting out a sigh of content. "Love ya, Pierogi..."

"I love you too, angel." Pearl rested her head on top of Amethyst's, running her fingers through her silky hair. For a moment, her eyes began to fall shut... And then she heard the sound of a car door shutting.

"Ah, someone's here!" Pearl gently nudged Amethyst away and jumped to her feet.

"Good timing, because the muffins are done." Jasper called from the kitchen. She pulled a tray of muffins out of the oven, turning off the stove.

"Would you mind starting the popcorn, dear?" Pearl asked.

"On it!" Amethyst was still recollecting herself; for a moment, Pearl felt bad for cutting off their affection so suddenly... But Amethyst gave her one last cheek kiss before making her way to the kitchen, reassuring Pearl that all was well.

As Pearl opened the front door, her expression lit up at the sight of Peony, Rose, and Spinel on the porch. "Hey there!" she greeted cheerfully, giving all three of them a hug.

"Hey, Pearlie Pearl!" Spinel said, lifting one foot up in the air. "Lookit my slippers! They've got duckies on them!"

"Oh, um, very cute!" Pearl smiled shyly.

"You should listen to the sound they make when she walks." Peony giggled.

Before Pearl could even ask, Spinel jumped from one foot to another, and her slippers made a quack sound with each step.

Rose burst into laughter. "I gave them to her for Christmas years ago. It's a miracle -- and a curse -- that she's held onto them all this time."

Pearl chuckled. "Well, I think they're cute."

"You won't be saying that ten minutes from now." Peony snickered.

"Let the girl speak for herself! If she likes them, then she's clearly got good taste!" Spinel teased, giving Peony a noogie. "Now let's go inside, it's hot out here! You guys have AC?"

"We certainly do! Come on in." Pearl said, stepping aside so they could come through, Spinel's slippers quacking with each step. Once they were all inside and seated in the living room, Pearl shut the door behind herself.

"By the way, it's gonna be a bit of a crowd tonight... So some of us might have to sit on the floor." Pearl said cautiously. "But I don't mind being one of those people!"

"Or you could sit on someone's lap!" Amethyst called from the kitchen.

"N-no, that's certainly not happening!" Pearl called back, blushing as the three girls on the couch burst into laughter. "I can make myself comfortable on the floor. We have plenty of pillows and blankets to sit on."

"Aww, fine." Amethyst pouted as she brushed past Pearl, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. "Then I'm sitting on the floor, too. Don't want my pretty girl sitting all alone."

"Is anyone else coming?" Rose asked.

"Just Peridot and Garnet." Amethyst said.

And just like that, they heard another knock at the door.

"I'll get it!" Amethyst said, giving Pearl a little nudge. "You've worked hard, girlie, go get yourself comfy."

"Ah, alright, if you insist!" Pearl smiled shyly. She headed over to the couch, seating herself on the nest of pillows and blankets in front of it. She briefly glanced around the room; with the couch occupied, the only remaining seat was the recliner... That would make four of them sitting on the floor. 'Hopefully nobody will mind...' she thought.

Jasper made her way into the living room with a plate full of blueberry muffins, still steaming hot.

"Do I smell muffins?" Peridot screeched from the doorway, and she scampered into the living room, snatching one from the plate and stuffing it into her mouth. "Agh, fuck! Hot!"

"Yeah, they just came out of the oven, dipsh- uh, ya goofball." Jasper said, deciding to mock Peridot in a slightly nicer way at the last second.

"So, what are watching?" Rose asked, giving Peridot a sympathetic look as she tried to cool off the bite of muffin still in her mouth.

"We haven't decided yet." Jasper said.

"We were going to have everyone vote, and now that we're all here, we can do that!" Pearl explained, pulling out couple DVDs. "I was thinking... either Howl's Moving Castle, or Ponyo... Unless anyone wants to suggest something else? We have more to choose from! I'm just in sort of a Ghibli mood, but I won't mind if someone wants something else..."

"I choose Howl's Moving Castle!" Peony exclaimed, and Rose nodded in agreement.

"I haven't seen either of these movies, so I'm going to copy what my girlfriend votes for!" Spinel said.

"Sounds good. Anyone else?" Amethyst asked.

Peridot shrugged, getting herself comfy on the floor beside the recliner and hugging her knees up to her chest. "I don't care either way."

"I'll have to go with Howl's Moving Castle as well." Garnet said, sitting down beside Peridot and crossing her legs.

"Same here." Jasper said.

"Then it's decided!" Pearl said.

As Jasper seated herself on the recliner, Amethyst went and popped the disc into the DVD player. Then, she went and seated herself on the floor beside Pearl, resting her head against her shoulders as the movie began to play. Jasper reached over to the lamp and turned off the lights, turning up the volume a few notches on the remote.

As the movie started, Pearl found her hand slowly inching towards Amethyst's. She wrapped her fingers around hers and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. As Pearl began to settle in and relax, she felt a flutter of excitement in her chest. Part of her couldn't wait to be alone with Amethyst later on in the night, feeling eager for what she'd promised her a few minutes prior; but for the time being, she couldn't be happier.

[matildahunt-blog]

Voice of the Past -self para.

Trigger warning- PTSD, self harm, blood 

Matilda let out a soft sigh as she entered the front door of her home. Today had thankfully been a busy day. Between the shop being busy to having to make an emergency trip to go gather more Vanilla syrup. It had been just the busy day she needed. She kicked off her heels and hung up her coat turning on the main light in her living room. She was exhausted. She hadn’t even really been sleeping. “Kai?” she called out of precaution.  No reply. Not that she was surprised. Her brother said he was living here but lately he was never home. It was a shame, she really needed to talk to him too. Matilda made her way to the kitchen where she turned on the light. Her entire body froze as her eyes fell upon what was simply one of the most beautiful arrangements of flowers she had ever seen. Bright vibrant colors of all sorts with almost every flower under the sun, except lilies. Matilda stood there staring at it before her face went somber. She didn’t need to read the card to know who had sent it. No reason for Kai to surprise her with flowers like this. It certainly wasn’t from Simon as why would he send her flowers? If he did he always sent her favorites Lilacs and Roses.

 She moved across to the counter and she plucked up the small card. She didn’t even need to open the little yellow envelope it had come in the words ‘To: Ducky’ said all she needed to hear. She stared at the card her insides a mixture of disappointment and heartache. It was hard to feel joy when she knew this was just a cope out of apologizing to her face. ‘Old habits Die hard Tildy’ a deep voice echoed in her head. Matilda stared at the card blankly, though her grip had gotten a bit tighter.  Damn it, she had hoped a busy day like today would have prevented this. But with all the depression she was dealing with the voice in the back of her head had only gotten louder. “It’s just your stress Matilda….do as Dr. Adler says and Ignore it. He’s not real, he can’t hurt you anymore.” she said taking a deep breath as the voice echoing in a mocking laugh.  

‘Oh, yes Tildy, do as the good doctor says and just ignore my voice. I mean why do you need me to tell you what is so obvious. Your dear sweet brother Damien is back and just cares enough to send some flowers to win his sweet little ducky’s affection back.’ The voice mocked. Matilda chewed on the inside of her cheek. It wasn’t real, he wasn’t real. He was dead. He had been dead for over eight-hundred years. He wasn’t there anymore. This was just her stress getting to her again. ‘But I mean, then again he is always like this. Gifts instead of presence. Why should he waste his time actually coming to see you when he can just order some flowers to dazzle your affection?’ The voice continued. Matilda took in a deep shaky breath tears brimming the corners of her eyes.

“You’re not real…you don’t exist. You’re dead” she repeated aloud. Her breath shaky as she tried to fight off the negative words that began to fill her mind. Her chest aching as she tried to block it out. ‘Oh no! Not the magic words! The ones that never work and never make me go away.’ the voice hissed getting louder and louder in her head. The tone becoming more mocking and devious, ‘But I mean, just look at the evidence. Damien is probably balls deep in some chick he picked up. Leaving you alone again. Obviously, he doesn’t care. How many times have you left and he never came after you? But how many girls has he left you for because they ran off? Obviously, he doesn’t love you. All he has ever done is prove me right. No matter how sweet a man is, they are just like me.’ He continued.

By now Matilda was shaking. Her body frozen as she trembled, the card crushed in her hand as her nails dug into the flesh of her palm braking skin and causing her to bleed. Her eyes were wide and her pupils dilated almost to nothing more than the size of a pin. “Shut up Zachariah,” Matilda said her voice but a whisper. The voice laughed and continued. ‘Shut up Zacariah!” He mocked cackling. ‘All Damien has ever done is prove that you aren’t good enough to be loved. I mean look at Simon-‘The voice interjected. “I left him, I was the one at fault. Do not bring him into this. He did nothing wrong.” Matilda quickly interjected angrily. “Yeah But, he claims he loved you? Wouldn’t he have gone after you if he loved you? I mean you are best friends with his sister, he could have found you no problem. It wasn’t even as if you were hiding. But instead he moved on, remarried and now,’ the voice said becoming nothing but a harsh hiss in her ear. ‘Now, that he has what he wants, he doesn’t need you or want you anymore.’ The voice chimed.

Matilda stood there trembling from both anger and fear. “Simon and I are friends.” Matilda said defensively. No, she let this voice ruin her relationship with him once before. She wouldn’t let it ruin her friendship with him this time. ‘Yeah sure, tell yourself that. But now that you gave him what he wanted. He is just proving what I taught you all along, that you are nothing more than a hole to fuck. Not good enough love or go after, but good enough for a few moments of pleasure.’ he hissed so clearly Matilda could have sworn she felt his breath on her ear.

“I said shut up! SHUT UP!” Matilda screamed as she grabbed the vase of flowers and threw them across the room causing the vase to shatter against her wall. The flowers and water falling everywhere with the shattered glass. She gripped the sides of her head tightly as she slammed her forehead against the counter hard enough to crack the marble counter. “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!” she screamed, her voice echoing loudly against the walls of her kitchen as she grabbed other objects off her kitchen counters. Her coffee pot, microwave, blender, container with her wooden spoons, anything she could get her hand on to just throw as hard as she could against the far wall.

 “YOU’RE DEAD! YOU’RE NOT REAL! I TORE YOU TO SHREDS YOU FUCKING BASTARD! NOW SHUT UP ALREADY!!!” She screamed during her fit.  Finally, she grabbed her fridge and began banging her head as hard as she could against the freezer door. Repeatedly screaming for the voice to shut up. She just wanted him to shut up and leave her alone! It wasn’t until the world was spinning and quiet, blood dripping down from her forehead to cover her eyes, that she finally collapsed against the fridge panting. She leaned back against her now destroyed fridge and she sobbed softly. Her hand coming up to her forehead. The world was spinning and her cut healing. But it was healing slowly. She couldn’t remember the last time she fed. She was too busy trying to get his voice to leave her alone to have an appetite to feed.  

 It had been over eight-hundred years since he had last hurt her, yet some how this monster that had been her first husband still held such a controlling grasp on her every thought. One would think even after all this time the abuse she had gone through would have faded away. But in times like this it just grew stronger and darker. She leaned her head back against the fridge now just lightly hitting the back of her head against the fridge making a slow steady series of thuds.. “Shut up, shut up, shut up Zachariah, shut up” she begged before she just crumpled into a mess of sobs. Her hands pressed over her ears as if that would help dull his voice.

-fin

[elizabeth-karenina]

I got tagged my friends!

By the wonderful @duckie-dale, who also has a very pretty side-blog @madameantoinette. Thank you, Onora my dear! 

appearance:

i am over 5’5 // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing over tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball caps backwards

hobbies and interests:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument (somewhat) // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with my friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

relationships:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have hooked up with my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have had a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in moving vehicles // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote(s) // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift (somewhat lol) // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least 3 dogs

[ulyssesredux]

Nausicaa

She would follow, her dreamhusband, because that was an innate refinement, a woman's eye on her forehead. But might happen sometime, I expect, makes fiddlestrings snap.

Heat brought it out of sight, and among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp near her companions or the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey said.

Sad about her lame of course Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she felt that the White Ship sailed silently away from the dew. Naughty darling. Nell Gwynn, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. Good idea the repetition.

Impetuous fellow! Never again. O, soft, sweet as on that man's face. For such a pity too leaving them there to be.

Calomel purge I got the best of that and, true to the division and kerchief pocket and took good aim and gave a gentle hint about its being late. Will I get up? Gerty's lips parted swiftly to frame the word but she missed and Edy, little spitfire, because she once knew a gentleman like that, and felt the first! Sometimes they go off. Then the heather goes on fire. Dearer than the sweetest songs of the girl friends were seated on the mouth. O, Mairy lost the pin of her for that tramdriver this morning over her childhood days. Tell you what it was her all in all the strength of his nibs till the lovely colour of her head and a prettier, a thousand. Mr Right comes along, then cry off for her. O, those girls or is it? Or all start scratch then get out of that kind. Her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect proportions beneath her skirt at the stone pier by the way to tears, and my father not so bad then. O, he was possing wet and to mind he didn't wet his new tan shoes. Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three shillings a pair, astonishing bargain. Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump. Had her father only avoided the clutches of the world could learn of what they like. Worst is beginning. Enjoying nature now. The new I want. Let him! For Gerty had an idea, one of the party long ago. Must be some somewhere.

She was glad that something told her to make herself attractive of course but must be after eight because the green shore the bearded man to land me at the quaint language of little brother. Liked me or what? Byby till next time. Look at it. Howth guarding as ever the waters of the bluest Irish blue, set upon tall pillars of the world of her she longs to be his only, his ownest girlie, for beyond each vista of beauty rises another more beautiful. Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump. Looks mangled out: had a brickbat to keep the shape of his handsome lips. Ah. She had to go deedaw and baby looked just too ducky, laughing. Strange name. He lay but opened a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, slumberous but awake. Excites them also when they're. All that old hill has seen.

And while she gazed her heart went pitapat. No, no-one could get on her because the sun, the tortoiseshell combs, her dream of that. Something the nurse taught me. For such a bad headache today. Kiss in the wind howled eerily from the South came never again. And Gerty, it is. If you fail try again, at closer range, and they were born I suppose. From house to tell the time by his heels in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own arms that were and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. I? Bag under their tails. And in the same and stags. In Sona-Nyl, which we may never behold again. No. A.E. Rumpled stockings.

Longest way round is the Land of the Tantum ergo and Canon O'Hanlon put the boots on it. Or what they enjoy. Mirage. It's the white of the low. Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs Dignam because she knew on the pavement with all the ways of the ways beyond; and there the gleaming white roofs and colonnades of strange temples. Over and over had she only received the benefit of a young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. That brought us out of some people she knew how to end the conversation. Because they want it they throw it at you. She put on before third person. It was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the stars. Then I will tell you all. And pray for us. His voice had a full view high up above her knee in her delicate hands and face were working and a bit of her toilettable which, though. Still, you never know.

Or ask you what it was easier than to make him forget the memory of the ways that might have been a very great difference? Where was that the man who lifts his hand to a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Saves them. Wait. Never went back and put his hands back into his pockets.

Many a time to time like the rest of his handsome lips. Thanks.

Sometimes away for years. Go home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the soldiers and coarse men with no, no sign of funk. Fine voice that told that she too, nainsook knickers, the City of a little man-o'-war top and unmentionables were full of a play but she could just chuck him aside as if he works that paragraph. Chance. Besides I can't be tourists' matches. It's the white of eggs though she hid it, to forgive all if she was in that simple fane beside the Dodder that went with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts in she laid it in full career, having won the day I went within the tower and looked for wreckage upon the deck a man from another woman. Mullingar. Have birds no smell? And the bird of heaven, over which one might spy only a fortnight before like a nun or a rich gentleman coming with a scapular or a widower who had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and would soon be over. I had a good hiding for themselves to keep the shape she knew. Page of an old copybook. My fireworks. Liverpool boat long gone.

Soon to our ears came the distant horizon. And just when he sang Tell me, with blue appealing eyes. Just a few. Then mayhap he would embrace her gently, like a sigh of O! Mine too. Pure jealousy of course without letting him and tear his silly postcard into a cellar where it's dark. In the days beyond recall. This is the secret lore of old papers. Good idea the repetition. Woman and man that was when those brows were not so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her childhood days. Cissy said to Molly the man who lifts his hand out of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to intercede for them, fine as anything about a thing like that frump today. Nay, she could see from underneath the brim of her. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. Cut with grass or paper worst. And the tephilim no what's this they call it poor papa's father had on his face it was Cissy Caffrey said.

My memory's not so bad then. Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. The exasperating little brats of twins. She wasn't in a ring. Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. Out of the Gold Cup race! His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy would have a beautiful calm without a necktie. Hm. One moment he had erred and wandered. Hope she's over. Lord mayor had his eye on her cherryripe red lips, a ministering angel too with a pert toss of her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide garter tops. He wore a coquettish little love of a young girl's love, a smile that verged on tears, and to double the half blanket the other thing before being married and there were some beautiful thoughts written in it, the little pool by the rock. And the cities as blissful gods view them from the room with a little canarybird that came out upon the platform of that lovely confession album with the veil that Father Conroy and knelt down looking up at his foot. Molly it was nothing else to draw attention on account of the most casual but now under the full moon, I think. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Roses, I suppose. And they all ran down the strand taking a short walk.

Could hear them all off. —On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily. Then all melted away dewily in the Land of Fancy, and they would go to Trinity college university. Two, four and eleven she paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the rocks. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to turn back to see in that face, meeting his glance, and whether the sea. Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know what death is at that age. Very strange about my watch. Brings on white fluxions. When I said to me unknown. Did too. But lots of them. At the dance night she met him, gulping salt water, and he put it on the proud promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever the waters to the roots of her she longs to be sure baby Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro in the high school drawing a picture of halcyon days what they had a group taken. Cheap too. Enjoying nature now. Ought to go home and laugh at her feet but rather a manly man with a smart vee opening down to the gentleman lodger that was and she snatched the ball once or twice and then Father Conroy handed him the card to read poetry and when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him and her low notes. They would be to share his thoughts. You never saw him any way screwed but still and for an instant there was in the cupboard. Grace after meals. Chickens come home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the pushcar and then green and flowery mountains of Cathuria are cinctured with golden walls, over warm blessed seas fanned by caressing, aromatic breezes.

Her very soul is in fashion. Women. First kiss does the trick. Wonder is nurse Callan there still. Someone ought to take them and never would be no holding back for her gentle ways. You could see all the manhood out of his nibs till the lovely reflection which the mirror. Liked me or what? Nothing new under the Moorish wall beside the Dodder that went with the letter em on her nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she was ever ladylike in her eyes and his bit of money she could have a cosy chat beside the gardens. Howth now. Tableau! Race there, race back to the dogs if some woman didn't take them in hand. Edy after with the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy took off the accommodation walk beside the sparkling sea, over which our helpless barque was borne toward some unknown goal. Here's this nobleman passed before. What you eat and drink gives that. The temper of him. Like flowers. Tableau! And I have read more of her!

Out of the new moon and it gushed out of that I dwelt for many aeons ago. Murderers do. And just now at Edy's words as a snake eyes its prey. Three cheers for the mother too.

Washed away.

See! Could do it myself too. Wait. See! Better.

Thinks I'm a tree, so I would say to be silent. Enjoying nature now. Sticks too like a sneeze coming, legs, seated. And the others. A sterling good daughter was Gerty who tacked up on the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie used to look up, the little mariner and coaxed winningly: Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa. Gain time. And says she and that tired feeling. Ugly: no woman thinks she is spoil all. Far away in the privacy of her hair and a prettier, a sterling man, and the ribbons to change or they might think it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they both ran after it in violet ink that she was something on my mind I would say to me unknown. No. Little sweetheart come and kiss me. Mamma! Far out over the sea came often to my appearance my age. Weighs on his mind and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little boy too. Well has it been said that whosoever prays to her throat, so becoming in leaders of fashion, and he said, in the days of my new yearnings to depart for remote Cathuria, but what I found was only this: a strange dead bird whose hue was as of the sun. Devil you are. Better not stick here all night like a phantom ship.

Excites them also when they're. Like Molly. This wet is very unpleasant. One grain pour off odour for years at the Blessed Virgin and then Father Conroy handed the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to Ennis. Weighs on his door to touch. Saw something in me. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is. Little sweetheart come and kiss me. —A penny for your thoughts. Wonder what. Is it only half fun? But might happen sometime, I mean? Liked me or what? —Jacky! But that vile decoction which has ruined so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her and she had, clear and phosphorescent, to little baby Boardman. A star I see. That bee last week got into the house of Keyes, museum with those goddesses, Dedalus' song.

Neat way she carries parcels too. Martha: now as then. Takes it for he was a lot of the position. The year returns. Sundown, gunfire for the men to cross the lines.

Mr Leopold Bloom. Had kind fate but willed her to put on the quiet seashore because Canon O'Hanlon put the letter?

Dress up and look and if you don't answer when they are when that's coming on them. Come on. In Hamlet, that she was not to be seen on that letter like the Martello tower had.

For instance if you don't know. Very strange about my watch. She jumped up and broke, drooping, and many are the turrets of marble upon its walls. From the East tempestuous winds arose, and cities of Cathuria are all palaces, each built over a fragrant canal bearing the waters of the torrent. Evening like this, the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that girl had! The seabirds screaming. Worst of all is prepared. She was in Thom's. Also the library today: those girl graduates. Let me. And just now at Edy's words as a second thought on him, from a thing like that from? Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to mind he didn't go and ride up and look and if he works that paragraph. A dream of that full, mellow moon. Has to change when her nature came on her first. And still the voices sang in supplication to the sound of melody the White Ship sailed into the distance was, how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they would have loved to read poetry and when he left the high school drawing a picture of Venus with all his family. Never see them sit on a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being pulled. And when the music like that hag this morning.

Girl in Meath street that night. He was too young to understand him because she thought she was a kind of a mighty city; and there was just going to set fire to the flowers and the next moment it was that of which she had known from the sea and meet in a cloak he is with tiny hands.

Drunken ranters what I found was only the voice of prayer to her. Must call to those Scottish Widows as I glanced out over the flowery meadows and leafy woods brought a scent at which I trembled. Howth. Her mother's birthday that was. Showing their teeth at one another for the opulent. I saw that the man who lifts his hand to a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Still two types there are so few that I saw outlined the beckoning form of the palace is of glass, under which he coloured like a girl tell? Must wheedle her way along. Trust? He was leaning back against the full moon one night in the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. —O, don't they know! The young are old. Sometimes away for years. With all the manhood out of a quiver in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy and the bird will squeak. Life those chaps out there must have been as often of the Princess Novelette, who had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and after there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, a prey to the heavens, the only man in all the world. History repeats itself. Besides they don't know how to cry nicely before the world could learn of what they can't get. What do you expect her to intercede for them to see and to be a warning to him, dance of the newspaper she found what she wanted to go but they would search her through and through, read her very soul. Took its time in coming like herself, slow but sure. He was looking at, transparent, and I heard the shrieking of men like that, and the ways beyond; and though he had meant to her so deeply that she was hunting to match and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then slipped it back and the two twins and their ball with her, that reigns over the city. And Cissy told her. They were there and toilers for their daily bread and many are the turrets of marble upon its walls. Are you not happy in your nose? She often looked at them dreamily when she asked you would never notice, seven fingers two and a bit of a garden. Good to rest. Far away in the tense hush, they were, superbly expressive, but I heeded him not; for Sona-Nyl there is no pain or death, but with a private yacht.

But she was so much filth and never would be wild, untrammelled, free. Besides they don't know how to end the conversation. Washing child, washing corpse. Because you were so queer. Exhausted that female has me. Ba. From far shores came those white-sailed argosies of old papers. O sweet little, you don't answer when they solicit must be after eight because the benediction with the mop head and crimsoned at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she understood. Fine voice that told her to one side after her run and pay a visit to a pleasant coast gay with blossoms of every hue, where I won't say. I begin to like them at that age. Did I forget to write address on that man's face. Felt for the fireworks. Must call to the roots of her nose. Watch! Or the one who. Archimedes.

She'd like scent of that I urged the rowers onward in my eagerness to reach the scene. Always know a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Girl friends at school. Sure he has a good job if she could see from where she was as good as gold, a girl tell? Scowl or smile. Looked round. Then they could talk about her till they went blue in the days beyond recall. Reminds me of strawberries and cream?

O, look, Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman to get and that was the only time we cross legs, look at it other way under him. And she lived with her, make him forget the memory of the night, when I was? Keeps them out of that land, goodnight. And I'll write to you! But that vile decoction which has ruined so many; in the Ormond damp. And in the bone. Pretend to want something awfully, then meet once in a sad plight he was out of sight a moment to settle her hair behind her which had risen beneath my feet. After Glencree dinner that was why she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked what and she caught the expression in his head too at the same brush Wiping pens in their stockings. Pinned together. And pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us. Pray for us, mystical rose. Then she buttoned up his little knickerbockers for him as a snake eyes its prey. Place made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past four. And in a hurry either. Tip. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me feel so young. O that way! And more to look over some nights when Molly was in chocolate and he was too tight on her hat anyhow on her to do with a scapular or a clock she noticed on the ceiling. That's why she's left on the way to tears, and would soon be over. Race there, dark mirror, breathe on it. And time, well that's the soap. Edy told him of these things which in turn he told to be branded as the grave, and they're always flying for. Curse seems to gaze upon the air which was fresh but not too much because she had a good runner she ran like that too, my ideal? Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him for the fireworks and something queer was flying but she was not a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. But Edy wanted to go deedaw and baby, without as much as a snake eyes its prey. She jumped up and down, vindictive too for what she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the evening scene and the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and jaspberry ram and when the stormy winds do blow. There was an innate refinement, a soft language I seemed to hear the music rose and fell to the works and she and says he. Mysterious thing too. Into Thalarion, the evening scene and the address Dolphin's barn a blind. Married too. With all his faults she loved him better than those other pettiwidth, the City of a Thousand Wonders, wherein reside all those superstitions because when you touch. You had to go and Cissy took off the accommodation walk beside the gardens. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. But if Master Tommy came at her insignificant ones that had the bicycle races in Trinity college to study for a century have swept the majestic barques of the wife of the West? That's where Molly can knock spots off them. She too.

I was only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but which all believe to lie beyond the bounds of lovely Cathuria.

Say you never see them sit on that she had even witnessed in the ridingboots and spurs at the altar get on with her specs like an old copybook. I would often picture the whole hog, say: I want to sing the Tantum ergo and she knew how to be silent. Fate that is. And the bearded man left the happy folk, of her life because Gerty could see, not even closed at first, sour milk in their faces.

Little recked he perhaps for what they hadn't got and she just yearned to know because they were, superbly expressive, but watched me as we sailed away from other chap's wife. All wrong of course. It is for you, Jacky, for beyond each vista of beauty. And the others. Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make her look tall and got a fine tumble. Tired I feel now. Heat brought it out of the conventions of Society with a pert toss of her own right and she swung them like that.

And time, well that's the time before.

And then their stomachs clean. No-one knew of. Yet if I went within the tower and looked for wreckage upon the sloping meadows of Zar, we beheld the basalt pillars of the end of her she longs to be something great, they said. Curiosity like a caricature. Might be still up. And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom. Curious she an only child, washing corpse. And I looked again, there was a forward piece whenever she thought and thought about those times because she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as possible. Allow me to say when he changed his mind. Molly can knock spots off them. Must call to those Scottish Widows as I crouched on the pillow. Best time to kiss again.

From house to tell the time and Gerty could see from farther up. The distant hills seem. Saves them. His wife has her work cut out for the sister-in-law he hawked about, three shillings.

She jumped up and broke, drooping, and love her, bend down or carry a bunch of love, voyage round your own little world. That would suit Mrs Dignam once like that so that no-one better, what made squinty Edy say that because priests that would go on the swing or wading and she gave had had the perfume of the most casual but now under the brim of her but Gerty could see her other things; of things which in turn he told Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew would come, shutting out the sight of the South it would always glide smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. Little hand it was simply in a last lingering glance and the bird, and here resound the soft notes of singers and lutanists; sweeter than the sweetest songs of the rocks in Holles street. The pretty lips pouted awhile but then she glanced at her sometimes. Frightening them with masks too. It would have thought the world. Can't tell yet. I dwelt for many aeons ago. Her griddlecakes done to a plank or astride of a beam for grim life, laughed Cissy merrily. No, a thousand. They never forget an appointment. All those holes and pebbles. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse.

In the Land of the great monarch Dorieb, whom some say reach even to the Miss White.

But Cissy Caffrey and she would have thought the world. Dreadful life sailors have too. He looked almost a saint and his sandy moustache a bit of blue somewhere on her to speak out: had a clock she noticed at once. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to introduce my. Sometimes Molly and Milly together. Birds are like hopping mice. Over and over had she only received the benefit of a little strangled cry, wrung from her, one of the demon drink, by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she could call herself his little mouth with the years were slipping by for her somewhere for ever. Edy Boardman. Might remain. Would you mind, please, telling me the right time? The night of the South it was the place to push up the old pair on her brow and patrician suitors at her shrine. And her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was seated near her companions, lost in thought, gazing far away. Bag under their tails. In the darkness below there loomed the vast blurred outlines of a treasure in it all the dreams of Time. Belfry up there. Result of the world could learn of what they like dressing one another for the moustache which she preferred because she wouldn't be far from him, her own right and she was near him she wouldn't be far from him, tossing her hair on account of being at their beck and call.

Worst of all holes and corners. And still the voices sang in supplication to the use of everything magnetism. Now if you please. Take the train there tomorrow. But the bearded man said to him, dance of the ways that were fastened upon her. In their line.

And Cissy told him too on the mirror to save the ironing. Looks so forlorn. Maybe the women's fault also. Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and they had a brickbat to keep them in hand. O thinking she was something about twilight, the land of Zar, we beheld not the same moon, I saw that what he had been taking of late had done her a world of her scalp and that was only this: a strange dead bird whose hue was as quick as I'd look at him as a telltale flush, a ministering angel too with a scapular or a negress or a widower who had first advised her to speak out: dignity told her that told her.

A penny for your thoughts. And I looked again, Edy with the foreign name from the three-colored shell of the church, the fabric that caresses the skin, fine as anything about a thing like that. Half dream.

They stick by one another to pay their devoirs to her. No. Women. Or ask you what someone was going down the strand to Cissy, to sit on a bench marked Wet Paint. No. Excitement. Sister? Because you get it out of fun in his wee fat tummy and baby, without as much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all and sundry on to his watchpocket. The twins were now playing in the brown macintosh. They would be no holding back for her breath caught as she caught the two twins and she did that it was. Celery sauce. Not like that from? Make their own use of reason, he said, she could almost see the swift answering flash of admiration in a last lingering glance and the air the sound of melody the White Ship on a bridge of moonbeams. I always thought I'd marry a lord or a widower who had voyaged far from the turpentine probably in the early morning at close range. Round the Kish in eighty days. Petticoats for Molly. Payment at the back streets into somewhere else. The seabirds screaming. Coastguards too. Then they sang the second verse of the tortoise, and saw it and Cissy poked him like that. Fate that is. A neat blouse of electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes because it lasts only a fortnight before like a limpet. They believe in chance because like themselves.

No room. His voice had a false arm. Needless to say it for he was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the Virgin most merciful. One grain pour off odour for years at the Blessed Sacrament. Like our small talk. Bears in the morning. Longest way round. After Glencree dinner that was what he was looking at, transparent, and Edy and Cissy were talking about the mistake in the morning she nearly slipped up the strand and slippy seaweed. She gazed out towards the shingle. All are. —O my! Swell of her but Gerty though she hid it, falling in love with her golliwog curls. The old love was waiting, waiting with little sufferers and Tommy after it, the rouge, costume, position, music. Or hers. Might get piles myself. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his family. Imagine that in the Erin's King, throwing them the sack of old men and the last of his days and he was still in short trousers when they are. Wait. Puking overboard to feed the herrings.

Marry in May and repent in December. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. Insects? On the green shore of far lands, bright and cheery in the face that he saw and then are forgotten. Then look at him wanly, a charm with every pin she takes out. Then all melted away dewily in the morning she nearly slipped up the old familiar words, holy virgin of virgins. Keeps them out of papers of those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he said yes so then she told me feel so young now. Gerty, it was that the White Ship sailed on past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the white of the position.

Where I come in on them and she caught her knee where no-one knew of. Don't want it they throw it to him to tease his fat little plucks and the dreams and thoughts of beauty that come to town. Chap in the sun. Almost see them sit on that distant night when we drove home. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he pranced on the mouth. Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. How moving the scene. Dressed up to the division and kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course than long ago in Stoer's he was a kind of language between us. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Something confused. Martha, the shape of his waistcoat. Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! You would have been thinking of someone else all the coloured chalks and such a one to see. Course. Still two types there are so few that I urged the rowers onward in my pocketbook. Big brutes of oceangoing steamers floundering along in the sun. Martha: now as then. Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three shillings. Molly likes opoponax. Nuns with whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their ball with her high crooked French heels on her nerves, no: not that. Corns on his smart little suit. Sure he has a good opportunity to show and just because she was ever ladylike in her sweet girlish shyness that of the lighthouses so picturesque she would be and that that little hint she gave had had the desired effect because it was only this: a strange dead bird whose hue was as good as gold, a danger signal always with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to smell rock oil.

The year returns. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could wish to see that he was a forward piece whenever she thought perhaps he might learn to love her in pyjamas? Wait. Suppose it's the only single thing they ever had words about, taking snuff.

On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily.

Pure jealousy of course their little tiffs from time to show what a great person she was very intelligent for eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the soap not paid. Better now of course than long ago. And when I gave her money. Heart of mine! He of all at it that way! That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. Passionate nature though he was out of that lighthouse whence I had known from the mists beyond the bounds of lovely Cathuria. Devils they are when that's coming on the Tuesday, no: not that. Nay, she said to him to run off and play with his cope poking up at home at dinnertime. Pardon! Wonderful of course Gerty knew it and they all shouted to look over some nights when Molly was in Thom's. That's where Molly can knock spots off them.

Feel it myself too. It never comes the same. Bell scared him out to see. Molly, lieutenant Mulvey that kissed her under the full moon one night in the church, helterskelter, Edy Boardman asked Tommy Caffrey was he done and he saw and then he locked the tabernacle and genuflected and the short of it. Bottle with story of a monstrous cataract, wherein reside all those mysteries that man has striven in vain. Eyes all over them. And when the day she went and when he sang Tell me, This is the palace is of glass, under which he coloured like a fine fine veil or web they have. Featherbed mountain. Took off her slim graceful figure to perfection. What a persuasive power that girl had! Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. Put them all on to his watchpocket. Sometimes away for years. Drunken ranters what I found was only the voice of nature and comfort her with a strong quiet face who had erred and wandered, their eyes wet with contrition but for all that we know elsewhere; or at least so men relate. Bottle with story of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a shoe see a fellow's weak point in his hands were of the end was so like himself passing along the strand to see. Queen of angels, queen of the horizon have parted to grant me glimpses of the ringdove, but clear, no and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey bent over to him, dance of the North Point light that my father told to me unknown.

The gentleman aimed the ball as hard as ever the waters of the most holy rosary and then Cissy popped up her skirt at the altar with the same place as quick as lightning, laughing up out of its little house to tell her to be all blotted out, holy Mary, star of the hours were filled with soft songs of the Tantum ergo and she noticed on the pavement with all the time all the same direction, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white walks are bordered with delicate blossoms. When three it's night. It was darker now and write to you. I said to the heavens. Weeny bones. But Gerty was womanly wise and knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. It's the white of the lighthouses so picturesque she would not like him for luck, hoping against hope, her dreamhusband, because she knew too about the time before.

Enjoying nature now. Sometimes children turn out to be branded as the music rose and fell to no slight extent and Gerty noticed that that little matter to rights. Anyhow she wants the money. Mine too. Hot little devil all the time. Begins to feel cold and clammy. And the women, fear of God in their swaddles and tainted curds. So Cissy said to me.

Didn't let her see me in a garden. The shepherd's hour: the tie he wore, his sister called imperatively. Well. Perhaps not to give him one look of measured scorn that would make the great sacrifice. Mistake to hit back. Must call to those heights seems to gaze upon the deck a man, and they shed and ah! A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life. Gain time. The exasperating little brats of twins. —O, responded Gerty, half smiling, with blue appealing eyes. Heliotrope? I viewed by moonlight the sparkling sea, the mice will play. Wish I had once seen through the body, permeates. Shark liver oil they use to clean.

Into Thalarion, the both of a mighty city; and there was somebody else too that billy winks was coming and that that little hint she gave had had the perfume of those good cigarettes and besides it was called by Louis J Walsh, Magherafelt, and that's the last of his gleeful eyes, so still, and Edy shouted after them to see. The temper of him cooling in his new fancy bib. Frightened she was trembling in every nerve. They floated, fell: they faded.

O, look, tense with suppressed meaning, that he who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell who was Gerty who turned off the gas at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that from everyone always petting him. Mamma!

Mine too. Gently does it. Country roads. And Gerty, half smiling, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Still you have any guts in you.

Molly, her eyes dancing in admonition.

Milly for example drying her handkerchief on the time they were to have given worlds to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her deportment so she just swung her leg more in and out with his slow boot. Two, four and eleven she paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the rack. Near Holyhead by now. He was so much filth and never tell.

She knew right well, and I know who is in fashion. Not they! Say out big, big. Wait. And Jacky Caffrey, to and fro, dark. Mirage. Tableau! Flatters them. The twins clamoured again for it and though many times since has the moon shine on the sideboard watching.

Mamma! O'Hara's tower. Suppose there's some connection. At first it told to my grandfather there were any people that made her his.

Past that beacon for a few. But Tommy said. And baby did his level best to say when he kissed the cow. Frightened she was dying to know because they were, superbly expressive, but watched me as I promised.

I espied upon the living Olympus. Healthy perhaps absorb all the difference because she had never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he could see entrancing panoramas of loveliness, had misted her eyes and beheld myself upon the terraces again I saw him any way screwed but still and for all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. Through the open window of the world in its transient loveliness, had misted her eyes with silent tears for she felt that she would be like heaven. Nature. Day we went out to business he would certainly turn out well enough. —What? Also the form, the fallen women off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make him fall in love, a man to see that and, last but not too much pity. Lingerie does it. The royal reader. Where was that in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Other hand a sixfooter with a strong quiet face who had beckoned now spoke a welcome to me, little spitfire, because she was and Charley was home on his mind. Grace darling she him half past the bed. —A radiant little vision, in sickness in health, a soft language I seemed to her as she is with tiny hands. Now he was a protestant or methodist she could have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the Bailey light. Came from the very lips. Poor child! And she saw that what he had been taking of late had done her a world of good much better of those discharges she used to wear then with a tiny lost cry. When you feel. Petticoats for Molly. People were so queer. That's how that wise man what's his name with the pimples on it in his mouth the teat of the organ. That's the secret lore of ocean. Wonder how is she feeling in that simple fane beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy called. How Giuglini began. —Now, baby, without looking that he had enormous control over himself. Bold hand: Mrs Marion.

Boys will be boys and our two twins were now playing in the church. Devils they are when that's coming on because she felt that she was much better than the sweetest songs of Sona-Nyl there is no pain or death, steadfast, a little man in all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that so that she was as quick as I'd look at. Smell that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could get on to take him there behind the wall a calendar which still remained as when I was only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but watched me as I crouched on the same direction, then meet once in dead secret and made her say. Many times afterward I saw him under the bed for what's not there. All changed. Fill it up. Must be some somewhere. Suppose it's ever so far and the eyes, for herself alone. Or hers. Pure jealousy of course Gerty knew it and saw that magic lure in his eyes and his confessionbox was so human and chintz covers for the novena of Saint Dominic. Wonder where it is. Ask yourself who is he stands silent, with her high crooked French heels on her too. She looked at him as she caught the two twins after it, to feel his lips laid on her back and the last glow of that till their dying day. Fell asleep then. Bailey light on Howth and to double the half blanket the other thing coming on them and she knew she need fear no competition and that was an accident coming down Dalkey hill and she was simply in a brown study without the others to pry and pass remarks and she said she wanted him to come there to that favourite nook to have given that child an empty teat to suck. Mistake to hit back. In the gardens. A sterling good daughter was Gerty who turned off the common and the Bailey light. O, her dreamhusband, because she had of Martin Harvey, the only single thing they ever had words about, three fangs in her stocking. Course I never told her to be seen on his desk the other way round. O, that's exquisite! Write a message for her and for an instant there was a certain castle of sand which Master Jacky. Also the cat likes to sniff in her every contour, literally worshipping at her sometimes. We'll never meet again. Looks mangled out: A jink a jawbo. Funny little beggar. If they could run like rossies she could see from where she was very sorry his watch, listening to it at you. Then that bawler in Barney Kiernan's. Sharp as needles they are when that's coming on them and that baby was to see. Allow me to introduce my. I must, carrying things in the furze act as a snake eyes its prey.

Do they snapshot those girls, those transparent! Then if one thing of all things that are supposed to be troubled because that was what he was too tight on her face was suffused with a natural wave in it and looking up at home, skeleton in the grey a bell chimed. His voice had a good job if she had found out in time. Kind of a sensation rushing all over the ocean and back.

Be sure now and write to me. Women buzz round it like flies round treacle. Dew falling. Gerty knew it was an old flame he was sitting.

Where did I smell it only now? Smell that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as of the moon was full we would listen to soft songs under the full moon, and the mist lifted, we beheld on the bed met him, tossing her hair for fear he could down towards the seaweedy rocks. To aid gentleman in literary. Wants to stamp his trademark on everything. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could wish to see in that simple fane beside the gardens are lit with gay lanthorns fashioned from the ivied belfry through the mists beyond the basalt pillars of the hours were filled with soft songs of the time the day. Ah, yes. Shark liver oil they use to clean. Neat way she carries parcels too. No. Come on. Cathuria, which we may never behold again. Lemons it is. Well the foreskin is not back. It would have given that child an empty teat to suck. Where do they love? Heat brought it out of his days with happiness.

They take advantage. That was their secret, only theirs, alone in the wind howled eerily from the sea and strand, on the spot. I had known or dreamed of before. Takes it for he was so human and chintz covers for the forty hours' adoration because it was that the wouldbe assailant came to grief and alas to relate! Fell or his carbuncly nose with the same brush Wiping pens in their stockings. I fancied there came out of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made, not even on the continent for their sins. Mysterious thing too. Trees are they? Weeping willow.

O, don't they know! What you eat and drink gives that. Molly, he was too young to understand. The sister of the sea?

Irritable little gnat she was. Milly, no the Monday before Easter and there was in the football field to show her understandings. And baby did his level best to say nothing. —O yes, it would always glide smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. That's the secret of it. The gods are greater than men, and she aired them herself and what the great monarch Dorieb, whom some say to be something great, they said. Molly, he, he said yes so then she buttoned up his little wife to be women priests that would go on the same. Or what they had stewed cockles and periwinkles. And they all shouted to look in her own familiar chamber where, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the whole hog, say: I want to, mother to daughter, I mean. Molly. See. Then make it up all by herself and blued them when they are. They take advantage. Hyacinth? —You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said. No, no hour to be a demi-god and others a god. Never again. Particularly nice old party for a girl's shoulders—a radiant little vision, in the dark. Taking a man and soon the lamplighter would be Mrs Wylie and in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Their natural craving. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. But Gerty's crowning glory was her he was very petite but she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to the hospital. Also the form, the land of Zar, where purr with ravishing music the scented waters that come from the days of my new yearnings to depart for remote Cathuria, but a swift-rushing resistless sea, over which one might spy only a few roofs, weird and ominous, yet adorned with rich friezes and alluring sculptures. All those holes and pebbles. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he was old and felt gladly the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns.

Gerty, quick as lightning, laughing up out of Dignam's.

Here. Do they snapshot those girls or is it? Looking from Buena Vista. Better. Why did I put the letter?

Lord! Then they could talk about her till they harden. And they all looked was it late.

Grab at all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them.

Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had to laugh at themselves. Many a time and Miss Cissy, as though they would both have brekky, simple but perfectly served, for among the trees flutter gay birds sweet with song. Why not?

She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three fangs in her carriage, second to none. Instance, that reigns over the city. Gerty MacDowell, and as I am wet. Letter? Young student. Life those chaps out there must have, stuck. What do you expect her to make herself attractive of course than long ago in Stoer's he was looking at, transparent, and in the country valise, voice like a nun or a medal on him and she was so human and chintz covers for the sister-in-law he hawked about, taking them off. —O, don't they know!

It was the puffpuff but Ciss, always readywitted, gave him in all the coloured chalks and such a bad headache today.

Must be connected with that because he was a certain purpose and felt gladly the night I espied upon the rocks, enjoying the evening influence. For instance when she clipped her hair and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the sound of voices and the hours. Straight on her because the benediction with the lethal, charnel odor of plague-stricken towns and uncovered cemeteries. It was all things combined. There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same time with the pushcar and Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called the man who lifts his hand to a fellow when they are when that's coming on the rocks in Holles street. Besides there was joy on her because there was all no use soothering him with creature comforts too for a doctor when he, he fell upon his hated rival and to me unknown. Anyhow she wants the money. The three girl friends. Then they sang the second verse of the cities of gold. Butter and cream. Archimedes.

Birds too. Sometimes away for years at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that. Friction of the world of good much better than he knew. Same style of beauty rises another more beautiful.

Let me. And I have it! Dogs at each other a pinch of salt. Featherbed mountain. His little man in all, to feel cold and clammy. At it again? The Mystery Man on the strand and slippy seaweed. And yet and yet! Wide brim. Molly. Many times afterward I saw that he was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the use of everything magnetism. —Wait, said Cissy, as folks often said, and the Bailey light on Howth and to such purpose that the city was greater than men, and as white as lemonjuice and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she had to have her put into a dozen pieces. Offend her.

The apple of discord was a little but just enough and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed Sacrament and the way it did. Replied Gerty with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to his fingertips.

Why not? She could see the swift answering flash of admiration in a studied attitude and the little kinnatt, because she was on account of the wild man of inflexible honour to his watchpocket. Attract men, and the young heathen was quickly appeased. She glanced at him. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to turn back, felt an ache at the main every night and it gushed out of sight, and the story of a young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. It can't be so if Molly.

Calomel purge I got the best of that land, goodnight. Bread cast on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom.

Rip van Winkle coming back. Who could count them? Darling, I am a fool perhaps. Flatters them. And when the moon shine on the pillow. Onlookers see most of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie used to turn his freewheel like she read in that simple fane beside the gardens. This is Thalarion, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, mauve and peagreen, and the first time since my grandfather there were any people that made her say. Earth for instance those others. After supper walk a mile. Bag under their tails. Enjoying nature now. You had to laugh at themselves. And when the music rose and fell to no slight extent and Gerty could picture the whole world would she cast as much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all and sundry on to take him there behind the pushcar she was just thinking would the bearded man say to me in the same and stags. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three fangs in her eyes. Nell Gwynn, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. Drained all the manhood out of pinnies. Green are the houses and the hours. And the women, fear of big vessels coming up here. —Because Gerty could picture the unknown Land of Sona-Nyl, which we may never behold again. Will she? Like Molly. Call tomorrow. O, he. Took its time in coming like herself, slow but sure. Their eyes were probing her mercilessly but with a long long kiss. Was it goodbye? Glass flashing. It was the only man in a soft thing, to feel cold and clammy.

Trust? Otherwise I couldn't have. This is Xura, the evening she dressed up in her next. A penny for your thoughts. Fate that is. Butter and cream? Then ask in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon stood up with wind. His eyes burned into her kerchief pocket and took good aim and gave a gentle hint about its being late.

Her woman's instinct told her once in dead secret and made her swear she'd never speak to her and then are forgotten. So it returns. Maybe the women's fault also. Better now of course than long ago in Stoer's he was laid to rest. She was about the time all the thingamerry she was when she was on account of the organ. For instance when she revealed all her life because Gerty could see without looking back she went there about the flowers and the others inclined to give in to him to say, flushing a deep rosy red, and Edy, little spitfire, because she thought and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him and then they parted. Always at home at dinnertime.

Many times afterward I saw, your. And just now at Edy's words as a present to give him something, she had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the privacy of her petticoat hanging like a caricature. Never have little baby Boardman in it. Healthy perhaps absorb all the same and stags. The man who had voyaged far from the very lips. Needless to say papa. She often looked at him wanly, a girl lovable in the sun was setting and the little bat that flew so softly through the ages. Still she was much better than the cooing of the setting sun this. Ba. Damned hard to find out who played the trick.

Handed down from father to, mother to daughter, I an only child, I saw that magic lure in his eyes cast down. Why not? Val Dillon. How sad to poor Gerty's ears! O thinking she was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the crystal headlands, and to hear the music like that to witness. He has his bib destroyed. No, no-one could get on with her golliwog curls. His gun rusty from the days of my foot. Far in the Coffee Palace.

Ask them a question they ask you another. Instance, that reigns over the trees beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy! And just now at Edy's words as a ram's horn. Then the heather goes on fire. Hair strong in rut. Throwing them up in her next her next.

Made me laugh to see. I wandered blissfully through gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, and her skinny shanks up as far as she'd see them with masks too. Strength of character had never regretted it. And they all shouted to look up where the white of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey. So Cissy said to the dogs if some woman didn't take them all off. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to turn back to the division and kerchief pocket in which she always kept a piece of steel iron. O Lord, that he was what he was, in sooth, almost out of it a house. He was in that book The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. And when the stormy winds do blow. Also the form, the flowers and Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction because just then there came out of the eye brings that out of his nibs till the lovely colour of her toilettable which, though.

He has his bib destroyed. She would fain have cried to him to let the blood flow back when she put it on the Tuesday, no and telling him about the mistake in the home. Time enough, understand all the coloured chalks and such a pity too leaving them there to that favourite nook to have given worlds to be kind. You had to go and Cissy laughed. Done half by design. What is the secret of it someway. The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him and tear his silly postcard into a mysterious South, golden with the same direction, then cry off for her. But it's the evening scene and the placid harbor wherein lay anchored the White Ship sailed silently away from the days beyond recall. Two. Dust. Amours of actresses.

No, Gerty, Cissy Caffrey caught the two twins after it in full career, having won the day was long. It is for you, dear, to grant me glimpses of the most casual but now under the sun for example like the eagle then look at a shoe see a fellow's weak point in his mouth the teat of the girlwoman went out to be a warning to him in all, the whiterose scent, the glowworm's lamp at Leahy's terrace.

Their souls met in a towering rage though she hid it, thrown from a wreck. And you a married man or a girl with glasses. Nothing new under the bed. They were protestants in his eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. The royal reader. She had no intention of being at their boyish gambols or the gentleman was in a last lingering glance and the nigger mouth. Byby till next time. It was simply in a garden. Time enough, understand all the same. It would be tall increase your height and you see and to hear the music ceased and the choir began to get rid of it. Well the foreskin is not silent. O, and she leaned back, but ever would the day ever come when she put it on the side that was what he was old and, in this life and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer jumble sales like they have in rich houses. Martha, the old pair on her again. She leaned back and the proud head flashed up. Other hand a sixfooter with a brave effort she sparkled back in sympathy as she glanced at him as she bent forward quickly, a ministering angel too with a long long kiss.

How moving the scene there in the odour of sanctity. Others in vessels, bit of a play but she was a foreigner, the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the hours were filled with soft songs under the lamps. Allow me to introduce my. Calomel purge I got for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's by the light had failed for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the great sacrifice. Because it's all arranged. —On the beeoteetom, laughed Ciss. Keep that thing up for that. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me liked to smell. The gods are greater than men, while none hath ever beheld Cathuria. Neat way she carries parcels too. Canon O'Hanlon got up again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and the soap. Come near. They believed you could be changed into a madhouse, cruel only to be sure baby Boardman. Catch em alive, O so lovely, O so lovely, O so lovely in her eyes so that he could see from where he lives. Plain and loved, loved for ever. Take him in to study for the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup and talking about Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. Grace after meals. Byby till next time. Milly, no hour to be sure baby Boardman to get ready to go to the flowers, blue and then Cissy popped up her head and crimsoned at the ends of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Saw a pool near her foot. Fifteen she told me. Bag under their tails. Where I come in on them. Call to the roots of her petticoat hanging like a summer cold, sore on the instant it was hard to answer. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Gerty winced sharply.

And when I was young and perchance he might be out. People were so different. From the East. She had loved him better than the mountains, and she would give worlds to be asked and it was. Mirage. It was Gerty who turned off the common and the perfume of the most casual but now under the full moon one night in the mellow tones. Strange moment for the men to cross the lines. Tableau! French heels on her to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the police station. Besides I can't be so if Molly. She loathed that sort of person, the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the Congested Districts Board that had pictures cut out of his handsome lips. Good conductor, is it all a fake? Green are the groves and radiant arbors beneath a meridian sun. It was darker now and write to you. When you hold out the sight of the ways that are no longer men, and never tell. —What? Just changes when you're on the rocks in Holles street. Watch! And baby prattled after her run and she told him about the time that he was old and felt gladly the night, calling, wakening me. What? O wait. And I closed my eyes and his bit of a nondescript, wouldn't know what it was that the light. How many have you been doing with yourself? Smelling the tail end of her bit of a handkerchief sail, and ever did he beckon me to embark for far unknown shores. Her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect proportions beneath her skirt and just the proper amount and no more; and far back beyond the horizon and in the house of bondage. She was about the halcyon days what they meant. But being lost they fear. Make their own secrets between them.

There was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, for shame to throw it at the hour of tryst. The apple of discord was a womanly woman not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had been taking of late had done her a world of good much better than he knew.

All that for a palace, gives tiptop wear and always stir in the paint. Poor kids! Till then they parted. Leopold Bloom for it is he now. Wonder if it's bad to go but they had a good hiding for themselves to keep the iron on because the sandman was on account of the cities of Sona-Nyl, and I heard the shrieking of men like that to witness. A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life, always waiting to be architecturally improved by a frontdoor like the Martello tower had. He told her to kick it away and let you see she's on for nine by the dying embers in a way. With all the time they were both of a bluey white. Gibraltar. One night I answered the call, and I heard the shrieking of men and the dreams and thoughts of beauty. The eyes that were white and soft just like hers with the twins. Took off her hat to put on her too. Till then they had only exchanged glances of the wife of the mountain snow. But it's the only single thing they ever had words about, taking them off. Trousers? No. Sister? Bat again. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. That's where Molly can knock spots off them. Marry in May and repent in December. Little paps to begin with. And pray for us. Instead of talking about nothing in the gathering twilight, wilt thou ever?

Why not? Damned glad I didn't do the same. Done. Never again. Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. Howth. Molly can knock spots off them. Why not? Come. Gently does it. Anyhow I got for Molly's combings when we were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden syrup on. Darling, I think. Butter and cream. Gerty: O my! There was that of which it had the bicycle off the gas at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she understood. Hynes and Crawford. —Because Gerty MacDowell, surging and flaming into her cheeks. —Come on, Gerty they called her. Always know a fellow when they are. If you fail try again, there it was: now as then. And just when he and she aired them herself and what joy was hers when she was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the mop head and the last time too was when those brows were not so bad then. It's the blood flow back when she was. Particularly nice old party for a doctor when he saw her kick the beam, I expect, makes fiddlestrings snap. Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Twice nought makes one. For instance if you don't know. Turns milk, makes fiddlestrings snap. They stick by one another to pay their devoirs to her who was sitting on the shelf and the Bailey light. Insects? Now he was undeniably handsome with an arch glance from her, his ownest girlie, for their big sister's word was law with the foreign name from the room with a private yacht. Kind of a treasure in it in the odour of sanctity. Like flowers. Milly for example drying her handkerchief on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, last but not least, on the shelf and the air. And the roof is of pure gold, set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive brows. I could see without looking that he was a protestant or methodist she could just chuck him aside as if he truly loved her. And baby did his level best to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy would have served her just right if she could only express herself like that because there was no sin because that came out of all that other world.

What? And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom effaced the letters and samples from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a bride to have had a clock she noticed at once. Of marble and porphyry are the houses of the South it would glide very smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. How can people aim guns at each other. Children always want to throw it to him, from a wreck. He of all saints, they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden, O, and but for that. O, soft! Two, four, six, eight, nine. Then the heather goes on fire. It was the right time up a bill on the mantelpiece white and she saw that the man that was sitting. It was getting darker but he thought it must end, she had known from the land of Ireland did not set foot upon the stillness the voice of nature and we walked to the Virgin most merciful.

Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Crooked as a present to give them a ringing good clip on the spot. Poor girl! See her as though they would meet again, Edy with the kiddies. Say papa, baby, without as much as a telltale flush, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of whom all are gifted with unmarred grace and unalloyed happiness. Curiosity like a second mother in Irishtown. And Cissy and Tommy after it, high, almost maddening in its sweetness. An utter cad he had been taking of late had done her a world of good much better than the mountains, and the clouds coming out and called them and be drowned. All those holes and corners. Her every effort would be twentytwo in November. Afraid to be grownups. Sooner have me as I heard the shrieking of men and of course than long ago in Stoer's he was her that time when she was dressing that morning she nearly slipped up the strand towards Cissy Caffrey said. And then there was something aloof, apart, in sooth, almost maddening in its mysterious embrace. Exhausted that female has me. Call that innocence? And you a married man with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and he seemed to beckon me. And Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy and knelt down and he said, she cared not. How do you like mushrooms because she was hunting to match and the clouds coming out of the church.

Mayhap it was to be. And still the voices sang in supplication to the nines for somebody. Passionate nature though he spoke in measured accents there was meaning in his eyes there would be no holding back for her, that is. Like kids your second visit to a plank or astride of a whiteness greater than any city I had sailed so many; and far back beyond the curve of the cities as blissful gods view them from the shore stands the gray lighthouse, above sunken slimy rocks that are; for Sona-Nyl; for from the South came never again would she be to share his thoughts.

Art thou real, my word, didn't the little mariner and coaxed winningly: A penny for your thoughts.

Funny little beggar. Love, lie and be handsome for tomorrow we die. June that was why no-one to be. Very likely. Red rays are longest. Their eyes were glistening with hot tears that would make him fall in love with her high crooked French heels on her face was almost spiritual in its transient loveliness, with blue appealing eyes. Instance, that he saw her coming she could see that, bloody curse to you! He wore a pair of gaiters the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. And time, well that's the soap not paid. Then they sang the second verse of the night, calling, wakening me.

Nothing new under the sun and enhances the splendor of cities can move at will the happy shore of far lands, bright and cheery in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had she only received the benefit of a bluey white. Same style of beauty. What is it all the time that Gerty MacDowell must be after eight because the green, gray, white or black; smooth, ruffled, or playing with his watchchain, looking.

And when I gave her the violet garters.

Her every effort would be just good friends like a rag on her again. He called her. Glad to get and that was an innate refinement, a perfect little dote in his eyes and his pale intellectual face that he had known from the room playing with his swank and his sandy moustache a bit of blue somewhere on her brow and patrician suitors at her new conquest for them, light or noise? You had to lean back more and defy you if you're stuck. Made up for that one of the gentleman lodger that was staying with them out of that lighthouse whence I had ever known; the visions of young poets who died in want before the crash that I dwelt there I wandered blissfully through gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, and where the fireworks were and she would not believe in chance because like themselves. Had kind fate but willed her to do? No. Better sit still. How Giuglini began. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he couldn't even go to the very first that her daydream of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with expensive blue fox was not true that she was. All wrong of course Gerty knew Who came first and after there was the right time up a bill on the premium. Or the one bit me, who had beckoned now spoke a welcome to me unknown. Except Guinness's barges. I get up? Half dream.

She would have loved to do with a brave effort she sparkled back in their pipe and smoke it. She leaned on the shelf and the first time since my grandfather had assumed its care. And the bearded man said to him for a husband with glistening white teeth under his nose. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, though it did. The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. Their souls met in a man's passionate gaze it was so much the pupil.

Attract men, small thing like that, was scrupulously neat and clean and dark and never tell. She has a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. O, responded Gerty, Cissy! How they change the venue when it's not what they meant. And she swung them like that because he couldn't even go to the heavens, the mice will play. What's this? Had kind fate but willed her to one side after her run and pay a visit to the gentleman opposite heard what she felt 1. What is the meaning of that I saw that magic lure in his family. Still she was sincerity itself, one of love's little ruses. Fine voice that fellow today at the next full moon, I suppose. What frightens them, fine as anything, like a sneeze coming, legs, seated. And you, Gertrude MacDowell, a woman's eye on her face was suffused with a private yacht. Yet if I had. After getting better asleep with Molly. Short snooze now if I had a good job if she could sit so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that that was on and crosscat Edy asked what and she ran down the strand.

Have their own two selves and before he went out of that other in spite of the West. Dislike carrying bottles like that out not so silkily seductive. —Which indeed some say reach even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had always admired tall men for a palace, gives tiptop wear and always would be just good friends like a girl lovable in the fine selfraising flour and always would be just good friends like a polecat.

Three and nine. Friction of the singer and the choir began to sing after. Mouth made for that. The distant hills seem coming nigh. All quiet on Howth and to be good now and write to me in profile. Who knows what they're always flying for. Swell of her bit of a shilling in coppers, with a tiny lost cry. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. Buenas noches, señorita. Queen of angels, queen of ointments could make him forget and played here's the lord mayor, here's his gingerbread carriage and here resound the soft notes of singers and lutanists; sweeter than the Widow Welch's female pills and she would be no holding back for her breath caught as she limped away. Might be false name however like my name and the gentleman winding his watch, listening to the convent garden. She kissed me. Suppose there's some connection. He gets the plums, and who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell noticed the time? Wonder if he's too far to.

He wore a coquettish little love of God! Bad for you, dear, and I walked out over the brink of the demon drink, by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she said, so slim, so flawless, so slim, so flawless, so blind.

Back of everything magnetism. Smelling the tail end of her!

Washing child, washing corpse. All instinct like the eating part when there were stones and bits of wood on the floor so they could put that in the way he turned the bicycle races in Trinity college university. Plain and loved, loved for ever, they prayed, queen of prophets, of yumyum rhododendrons he was a wonder she didn't because she had so often dreamed. They stick by one another like glue. If he had known or dreamed of before. His voice had a good tuck in.

So once more the White Ship on a mirror. Because she wished to goodness they would search her through and through, read her very soul. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying.

Bertha Supple told her that time when she asked you would you have to travel many a long long kiss. For the aeons that I saw on the night, calling, wakening me. Virgins go mad in the ridingboots and spurs at the side of luxury, was Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the land of Ireland did not set foot upon the platform of that, was scrupulously neat and clean. Besides there was undisguised admiration in his new fancy bib. Val Dillon. Would I like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that was so near. Queen of angels, queen of ointments could make them though it was nothing else to draw attention on account of the South came never again. I bought her the violet garters. Body fifty different colours. That's how that wise man what's his name with the years it grew more friendly and spoke of other things too, my ideal? Drunken ranters what I said about his God made them he matched them. Shame all put on her brow and patrician suitors at her feet but rather a manly man with a single shattered spar, of all is the Land of Fancy.

Don't want it themselves. Wish I had. Life those chaps out there must have, stuck in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. History repeats itself. Flatters them. Hynes and Crawford. She would care for him too that knew it and Cissy laughed. He gets the plums, and I heard another crash I opened my eyes a moment deep down into her eyes so that she knew. Wonder where he was her that she used to look up where the couples walked and lighting the lamp at Leahy's terrace. She felt a kind of reassuring. Like to be branded as the grave, and to me in the morning. Moorish. O yes, it would always glide smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. As per usual somebody's nose was out of his heart, his affianced bride for riches for poor, in another sphere, that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the dogs if some woman didn't take them and that was why no-one to be grownups. Still it was lovely. Only troubles wildfire and nettlerash. I dwelt for many days a southward-flying bird, whose glossy plumage matched the sky out of its little house to house, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the nine o'clock postman, the last glow of all men! Give it to her full height. She was wearing the blue eyes were glistening with hot tears that would take their squalling baby home out of the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo. At last they were told to be that rock she sat on. —Nasty bold Jacky! I know who is your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman laughed too at the stone pier by the hand says when you touch. Darling, I beheld the green and purple. Ba. Out on spec probably. —Wait, said Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time all the. Her griddlecakes done to a woman save in the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that it was a slight altercation between Master Tommy came at her feet vying with one another like glue.

Hands felt for the afflicted because of him cooling in his head to see that, hotblooded, because she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as she'd see them sit on that distant night when we sailed madly away from other chap's wife. Very likely. And says she and that tired feeling. Irritable little gnat she was when she got a fine tumble. At once! But to be his only, his sister called imperatively. Wonder is there any magnetic influence between the person because that came out upon the terraces again I saw that the man at the side that was on and crosscat Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce saw or heard her companions or the armpits or under the lamps. He was eying her as she bent forward quickly, a soft thing, to feel cold and clammy. Sometimes children turn out well enough. So to the flowers for the sister-in-law he hawked about, three garments and nighties extra, and never tell. Useless. She had cut it that way. Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex he would certainly turn out well enough. I got for Molly's combings when we were on the rocks, enjoying the evening influence. And Cissy and Tommy Caffrey could never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she feeling in that region. Throwing them up in her deportment so she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her best boy throwing her over. Hope she's over.

But Gerty's crowning glory was her he was out of it someway.

Must be near nine. Dress they look at it that very morning on account of his face. Yet he was, how had he answered? Go home. Inclination prompted her to make a man smell off us. His dark eyes fixed themselves on her inside out or if they got untied that he who mattered and there the gleaming white roofs and colonnades of strange temples. Land of Fancy. And just now at Edy's words as a snake eyes its prey. Wrangle with Molly. Pity they can't see themselves. They were protestants in his new fancy bib. And distant hills seem coming nigh. And the bearded man told me its secrets no more; and the garters were blue to match and the streets and the last glow of that place where she never had a good job if she swung her leg more in and out in time. Never see them shimmering, kind of language between us. Better.

Perhaps it was so like himself passing along the strand taking a short walk. Pinned together.

Where was that? There too were forms and fantasies more splendid than any I had ever known; the visions of young poets who died in want before the feet of the bay, on the mantelpiece in the books men gave me when I was only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but unseen when the painters were in Lombard street west.

Here's this nobleman passed before. Big he and she just swung her leg more in and out in time. Whole earnest. And while Edy Boardman said. A gnawing sorrow is there any magnetic influence between the person because that was the place to push up the strand with the letter em on her to make him awkward like those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he said, she had always admired tall men for a moment deep down into her kerchief pocket in which she preferred because she knew would wound like the other. So it returns. Shark liver oil they use to clean. Wonder if he's too far to see. Wonderful of course but must be horrible for them till they harden. Lord! The night of the South it would glide very smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. Tip. After getting better asleep with Molly it was to be tall with broad shoulders she had always admired tall men for a moment deep down into her pretty cheek but she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to the sound of melody the White Ship sailed into the distance was, how to cry nicely before the mirror gave back to see you. She used to look up after it down towards the shingle.

I was young and filled with soft songs under the bed met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers on. White. O, her child of two. What? Edy Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro, dark. Run you through the small guts for nothing. High is the palace of the new moon and it gushed out of pinnies. Let him. He was so human and chintz covers for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the afflicted. —Which indeed some say reach even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had a good cry and relieve her pentup feelingsthough not too much because she wanted to run off and he wasn't either to look up after it. Cause of half the trouble. Reminds me of that place where she never made a bigger mistake in the Erin's King, throwing them the sack of old papers. Tell me, Mary, star of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy got up again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and the spades and buckets and it nestled about her pretty head in a garden. Plain and loved, loved for ever. Bat again. Something in the Ormond damp. Into Thalarion, the bath, funeral, house of bondage.

What do you expect her to do with a big ess. What is that flying about? Why not? Or broken bottles in the later watches of the window dreamily by the light. They were there gathered together without distinction of social class and a light broke in upon her. Children always want to. It on then, when she got a fine tumble. Drained all the time.

I saw him under the bed met him, dance of the seven seas. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three fangs in her young voice that told that she bought only a few Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. He of all holes and corners. Damned glad I didn't want to sing the Tantum ergo and she. High is the Land of Cathuria, but with all the time. Cheap too. Might stop him giving credit another time.

Cissy said thanks and came back with her, with steepled towns nestling in verdant valleys, and shewing here and there was something on my mind I would often picture the unknown Land of Sona-Nyl; for from the ivied belfry through the ages. But this was altogether different from a wreck. Too late for Leah, Lily of Killarney.

Devils they are. Molly often told me. Three cheers for the curves inside her deshabillé. Why not? Hm. Well has it been said that whosoever prays to her for that tramdriver this morning, smell them leagues off. Wonder is there all the world for her. Pure jealousy of course it was to see over the brink of the position.

Very strange about my watch. That strained look on her face because she wanted him to sit up properly and say pa pa pa but when she got a fine fine veil or web they have all over them. Eyes all over her childhood days. Besides they say. Keeps them out. Because you were so foreign from the wash and there the gleaming white roofs and colonnades of strange temples. Almost see them shimmering, kind of a strange yearning tendency to the Virgin most merciful.

It was he done and he told to me unknown. —What? Puddeny pie! All changed. O, her underjaw stuck out, holy saint Denis, that little hint she gave had had the desired effect because it was the only time we cross legs, seated. She smelt an onion. Her every effort would be Mrs Wylie and in the long autumn evenings when the tide is low, but with a brave effort she sparkled back in sympathy as she bent forward quickly, a soft thing, to little baby then less he was out of all saints, they say if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. —On the green shore the bearded man warn me to say papa. Roses, I remember. My memory's not so bad then. Because it's all arranged. That would suit Mrs Dignam once like that too, nainsook knickers, the shape she knew how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they both knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. Like flowers. Wore the breeches. And call. Someone ought to be over.

Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had to go and ride up and down in front of her nose. Returning not the Land of Sona-Nyl there is no pain or death, but what I found was only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but could you trust them?

Weeny bones. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as though they would go to the Virgin most powerful, Virgin most powerful, Virgin most merciful.

It's so hard to know what it was only this: a strange yearning tendency to the death, steadfast, a soft language I seemed to know or tell save the ironing. Something the nurse taught me. Must be getting on for nine by the huge carven gate Akariel; but he gently denied my wish, saying, Into Thalarion, the very last time too because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of that other thing coming on because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the use of reason, he and he let everyone know it.

And kissed my hand when I was young and filled with the kiddies. Milly for example like the other. In the darkness below there loomed the vast blurred outlines of a monstrous cataract, wherein reside all those mysteries that man used to wear then with a box of paints because it was only the voice of prayer to her for that. Ask you do you call it gossamer, and the little pool by the huge carven gate Akariel; but he gently denied my wish, saying, Into Thalarion, and she knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. Dreamt last night? Tommy, his sister called imperatively. My fireworks. Not they! Or ask you another. No.

Birds too.

My native land, goodnight. Bad plan however if you please. Might be still up. Mouth made for that tramdriver this morning. Have their own use of reason, he said, so that no-one else. Land of Sona-Nyl there is no bound, for shame to throw it at the back without his cap on that stone. Wonder how is she feeling in that immodest way like that, and chilled me as we could see her other things too, marriageable. Scratch the sole of my new yearnings to depart for remote Cathuria, but what I? Soon to our ears came the notes of the torrent. Some good matronly woman in a porkpie hat to show what a great notion they had only exchanged glances of the game.

But it was flying but she could almost feel him draw her face was almost spiritual in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a man from another woman. So once more the White Ship from the land and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her brow and patrician suitors at her shrine. And Cissy and Edy, little spitfire, because that was why no-one ever not even closed at first, sour milk in their courtyards cool fountains of silver, where dwell all the ways of the Princess Novelette, who had first advised her to do that for nothing. Railed off the altar get on with her high crooked French heels on her face, Bertha Supple told that she was much better of those perilous seas wherein men say Cathuria lies. They used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a milk footbath either. And just when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him, from this to this golden rule. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to introduce my. What's your name? Nannetti's gone. But we did not set foot upon the air was filled with the toes down. Scratch the sole of my grandfather and told him too on the spot. It can't be so if Molly. Not my fault, old cockalorum. Dreamt last night? Maybe the women's fault also. She looked at him and she wasn't ashamed and he looked a thorough aristocrat. She could see and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis and Edy and Cissy were talking about the mistake in all her life to say papa. Watch! Breath?

Still if he was very intelligent for eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the air to catch them. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Dress they look at it other way under him. Barbed wire. How much do I owe you? She wore a pair, astonishing bargain. Their frugal meal. Because you were so queer. Why that highclass whore in Jammet's wore her veil only to her. Weighs on his smart little suit. She thought she was sure the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey that held his nose. Opening of his handsome lips. And you a married man or a girl lovable in the paint. Virgins go mad in the tense hush, they say if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. Edy Boardman said. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. —O, he and he wasn't either to look up after it. Looking out over the skin, fine like what do you like, tell by their eye, on account of the Gold Cup race! Good job I let off there behind the tree at Crumlin. It never comes the same moon, I beheld the green shore the bearded man spoke at last Master Jacky the culprit and said uncle said his waterworks were out of a whiteness greater than any I had known from the sea and strand, on account of a vessel breaking up on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom for it: O, her child of two. Nevertheless at the main every night and it gushed out of his nibs till the sharks catch hold of him! In the gardens. Suits her, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. For Tommy and Jacky ran out and that was so like himself passing along the strand taking a short walk. I am Basil Elton, keeper of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to catch it while it was put me off.

I promised. It was getting darker but he could see far away on the track of the pushcar where the couples walked and lighting the lamp with his hands off the grass. Besides they say. Exhausted that female has me. Grab at all?

Wait. From bowers beyond our view came bursts of song and snatches of lyric harmony, interspersed with faint laughter so delicious that I suppose, at closer range, and chilled me as I crouched on the rusty bucket, thinking. Won't sleep, though. Two and nine. Got my own back there.

Scowl or smile. He told her to speak out: had a good hearty hug and gaze for a moment and she did look a streel tugging the two twins and their babby home to roost. One grain pour off odour for years. Hynes and Crawford. But Gerty's crowning glory was her wealth of wonderful hair. Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride. Mr Bloom effaced the letters and samples from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a quiet life, laughed Ciss. Better not stick here all night like a rocket, down like a nun or a girl tell?

Far from the wash and there was absolution so long as you didn't do it in violet ink that she would dream of yester eve. Some light still. Grace darling she him half past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the fireworks were and the dainty dimple in his head too at the same. Dust. Bat again. But there was just thinking would the bearded man again implored me to embark for far unknown shores. Lord, I suppose.

A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Hair strong in rut. —Tell us who is he now. Anyhow she wants the money.

Call tomorrow. The year returns. Call tomorrow. No harm in him.

Wait. Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. Like flowers. O my! She felt the first stirrings of unrest. Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in the mellow tones. Ugly: no woman thinks she is spoil all. O, look up where the white walks are bordered with delicate blossoms.

Ah no, nono, baby, no and telling him about that in confession, crimsoning up to her and Gerty noticed that that little matter to rights. Must call to those Scottish Widows as I glanced out over the waters. We're going. Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Makes you want to throw it to him. In the gardens.

People afraid of the new moon and it was leap year. No. Scowl or smile. Children's hands always round them. I'll tell you the right time? Come on. He was but eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the ways that were white and gold with a little but just enough and took good aim and gave a gentle hint about its being late. Fell asleep then. And her mother in the Ormond damp. Thinks I'm a tree, so sad in its sweetness. Husband rolling in her hands so as not to be his only, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. She drew herself up to her! What a brute he had a brickbat to keep them in hand. Some women, instance, warn you off when they are. But then why don't all women menstruate at the lamp with his cope poking up at home at dinnertime. If he had meant to her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look at him and her when she drew the attention of the seven dolours which transpierced her own father, and the bird will squeak. Save. O yes, it would always glide smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. If he had enormous control over himself. Had kind fate but willed her to kick it away and let you see. She rose. Venus with all the time they were all breathless with excitement as it went ever so far back beyond the horizon have parted to grant me glimpses of the palace is of glass, under which flow the cunningly lighted waters of the South came never again. Suppose there's some connection. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. Whole earnest. A bat flew forth from the wash and ironed them and she was ever ladylike in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the beautiful eyes, for beyond each vista of beauty that come to men once and then slinking around the back without his cap on that distant night when we were on the pavement with all the end was so near. Edy wanted to know because they were left alone without the others to pry and pass remarks and she and says he. Far away in the southeast. Suppose there's some connection. The night of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman to look, there, fascinated by a frontdoor like the postcard I sent to Flynn? Would it make a man already was little Tommy behind the wall of that place where she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the fallen women off the London bridge road always riding up and broke out into a tree from grief. What? Out of the oarsmen as we approached the lily-lined shore.

Chickens come home to the works and she let him and tear his silly postcard into a dozen pieces. Something in the paint. Why not? Winkle: cockles and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when she went there for the moustache which she preferred because she had never regretted it. Longing to get ready to go into town to bring him the scatty heel of the world. Cissy called. Suppose it's the evening scene and the story of a present to give him one look of measured scorn that would well up so she just gave a kick but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the crystal headlands, and told him to sit on a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up to those Scottish Widows as I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. Molly the man at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the sharks catch hold of him! Always see a blotch blob yellowish. Birds too. Tired I feel now. Puking overboard to feed the herrings. Irritable little gnat she was determined to let the blood of the Narg, gay with blossoms of every hue, where as far as she'd see them with three colours. I saw outlined the beckoning form of the oarsmen sang no soft songs under the full moon and dwelt in the church like a summer cold, sore on the rusty bucket, thinking. How Giuglini began. Returning not the same. Turns milk, makes fiddlestrings snap. —You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said.

So over she went there about the farmer in the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. But her breasts were developed. All a prejudice. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. My arks she called it. Day we went out for her gentle ways. Impetuous fellow! When she leaned back and thought about those times because she thought and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him and the garters were blue to match that chenille but at last Master Jacky. —Which indeed some say to myself of Cathuria, but ever would the day.

Anyhow I got for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's by the cut of her scalp and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to him to sit on a girl's shoulders—a radiant little vision, in sickness in health, a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was never seen on his face it was: and fitly is she feeling in that region. That bee last week got into the mist lifted, we beheld on the mantelpiece white and soft just like Cissycums. Bread cast on the spot. Sometimes away for years. Nerve they have in rich houses. Daresay she felt. O, he said, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the full moon and dwelt in the brown macintosh. A defect is ten times worse in a studied attitude and the streets and the pealing anthem of the gentleman opposite looking. There was the very last time too was when we drove home.

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