#give Barbara her agency back I beg

[controversialbatfamilytakes]

I never liked the way Dick Grayson treated Barbara Gordon when she was Batgirl and he was Robin. Every instance of him calling her “just a girl” or not taking her seriously angers me because she so desperately wanted to be taken seriously and prove that she could be Batgirl, only for a younger teenage boy to tell her A GROWN WOMAN these things. And people think it’s cute that “boy is mean to girl because he actually likes her” without seeing how much Barbara would have really hated that. And it is not that it is out of character for Dick to do that because of how he handled his relationship with Koriand’r later on. Batgirl and Robin’s time is so incredibly warped and as times goes on it’s either made cutesy or is seen as the good old times while sweeping the rest of it under the rug which is so unfair to Barbara Gordon. There’s also all the instances when Barbara is Oracle and Dick calls her Batgirl. Barbara a character who wanted respect both as Batgirl and Oracle and it saddens me that she wasn’t always called what she wanted to be called. Even in BoP when she gives her dialogue about how the batboys live in the past and she moved on to live a life that is fulfilling, Dick still is shown to know best. The boy who called her silly and called her just a girl knows her more than she knows herself. It angers me. And it angers me that people will turn around and try to justify it.

While it is true that initially, Barbara was closer to Bruce's age when she was first introduced, it was retconned sometime ago for her to be closer to Dick's age probably for the sole reason to form a romantic bond between the two.

I assume some writers meant to push some type of nostalgia between Dick and Barbara when he calls her Batgirl the same way Barbara can sometimes call him Boy Wonder. Regardless, that should be left as more of a nostalgic nickname between the two and not serious forms of addressing each other—at least, now that they've both been well into their adult years since the 80s (and a bit earlier for Barbara depending on what comic run you're pulling from).

I agree that characters like Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian and Cass aren't allowed to mature past their lives as kids/teenagers. Writers of DC LOVE keeping these poor characters stuck with their pasts. Its just overused and annoying at this point. I understand that some do it for every new generation of fans but let me just say, with the internet that's really not necessary. Stop assuming your audience has brains 2/3 sedimentary. If other forms of graphic novels (such as manga) can write compelling stories without having to retell the characters past in a 'fun new and exciting way' than so can comics.

As for Barbara, she deserves to be a part of the "Batfamily" but more importantly she deserves to be acknowledged as the leader of the BoP and treated so that the BoP team is her true priority. Oracle shouldn't be strictly attached to the Batfamily to be important. Barbara is so much more than that.

[bigskydreaming]

Brain topic du jour is reflecting on the frankly weird as fuck pattern in Dick’s life where....he barely ever experiences losses one at a time. Most of the loss he’s experienced in his life is compounded by him losing multiple people and other elements of stability all at the exact same time.

1) When his parents died, in some continuities this is coupled with him losing his extended family of his aunt and cousin as well, with his uncle left comatose and on life support for years before he eventually died as well. Even in continuities without Richard, Karla and John, the loss of Dick’s parents is compounded by the additional loss of his circus family in the sense that he was taken away from them by the state and their constant reassuring presences in his life were no longer comforts he was able to rely on.

2) When Jason died, Dick didn’t just lose his brother, as the tragedy was compounded by Bruce’s reaction. I’ll never be able to gloss over the effects of NTT #55, personally, because I think its too key to Dick’s entire characterization and the specific direction his character took in the years that followed this, to like....disregard that Bruce however unintentionally, while lost in his own grief, added to Dick’s own sense of loss for Jason in probably the worst way possible. As by kicking Dick out and telling him to leave his keys, Dick - having no way to know or guess that they’d ever reconcile, just like he never actually went back to the circus being a regular presence for him - to Dick, this was in essence the equivalent of his childhood tragedy all over again. Losing not just one family member, but his whole family in one sweep, and all the comforts and stability offered by a home he was forced to leave. Even Dick’s contact with Alfred was minimal for awhile, because why would the guy who basically JUST saw history repeat itself and was like, well I know how THIS tends to play out.....why would he think that if Alfred felt forced to actually choose between his loyalties to Bruce and Dick respectively, that Alfred would pick Dick over the man he’d known and raised from childhood himself?

3) Titans Hunt. I know I harp on this one a lot, but you can’t deny that it fits the pattern. Dick didn’t just lose one friend and teammate.....he lost Joey, he lost a good four or five lesser known Titans who nevertheless were people he viewed as directly HIS responsibility to keep safe. With these tragedies compounded by the fact that though comics played out a lot more slowburn and extended stories over years back then, like.....the aftermath of Titans Hunt was still everpresent and directly died into Dick’s reactions and emotions during the Mirage storyline and everything that happened with the failed wedding and his breakup with Kory AND the fact that he was literally forced off the team he’d basically founded, by the government agency that took over the team and appointed Roy as its leader in his stead.

3) Graduation Day. The second time the Titans disbanded it was again not due to a singular loss, because Dick didn’t just lose Donna at this point, but also Lilith died in the exact same story and though Lilith is criminally underused, like, she’s also one of Dick’s oldest friends. She was literally the first Titan to join after the original five. This then led into the Outsiders era, where Dick was shown to still be reeling from the losses of this story for an extended period of time, and in a fun parallel to the Titans Hunt aftermath, Dick was also ousted from his leadership of THIS team by essentially a vote of no confidence by his teammates (and uh, Bruce too, literally).

4) The Blockbuster arc. Where Dick’s emotional state was due to a continued string of multiple losses. He lost his apartment building and almost every one of the neighbors he’d built a community out of, as we’d been shown him actively involving himself in their lives and vice versa for YEARS before this point. Then he lost his circus, his childhood home, burned to the ground and with dozens of deaths - both spectators and actual performers Dick had known and loved as a child. Then he lost his relationship with Barbara, his sense of self-security and autonomy to Tarantula, he lost another teen vigilante who died in his colors, the mantle HE’D created, when Stephanie was believed dead in War Games, and it all culminated in losing the city he’d invested himself in as his CHOSEN home, the place he dedicated himself to protecting, when Chemo blew it up.

Oh just for the record - my nonexistent passport to the magical kingdom of Narnia for a fic that raises the point when bringing up Tim’s losses in the Red Robin era, that like.....ALL of the above happened at literally the EXACT SAME TIME as all Tim’s referenced losses occurred. Obviously Steph meant more to Tim than Dick on a personal level, but I also included her largely as an anchor point to the timeline, to show how that death, and not long after that Jack Drake’s and then Superboy’s.... occurred right smack in the middle of one of the absolute WORST periods of Dick’s life. To be clear, I don’t intend this to suggest that no actually, Dick had it harder than Tim - nah. 

No thank you. Hard pass. I hate that sort of thing even in support of my own faves over other characters. No, instead the thing I’d love to see explored more is just in light of the SPECIFIC angle fics take here - that Dick’s actions while Bruce was lost in time showed an obliviousness to everything Tim had lost lately - for literally ANYONE to bring up or introduce into the timeline here an awareness of everything Dick had lost AT THE EXACT SAME TIME PERIOD. To establish that actually, Dick didn’t just ‘not understand what it was like’ - rather, its more accurate to say that nobody in universe around this time ever shows an awareness of Dick’s own losses and says oh wait, that doesn’t track then. 

Because obviously, with this stuff put in proper perspective, Dick understands VERY VERY WELL the exact thing we’re accusing him of not understanding by being oblivious to Tim’s losses that he’s not actually oblivious to because he tries to talk to Tim about them all the time, while meanwhile its everyone else who has absolutely mum to say about the fact that Dick’s emotional state is compromised to hell and back at this point, not JUST because of losing Bruce, but also because *gestures wildly* literally ALL OF THE ABOVE in the exact same time frame Tim’s extended losses happened in.

And okay I am going to indulge in slight tiny itty bitty pettiness and point out my ire that so many fics set during this time tend to recite listicles of Tim’s losses, with Steph, Kon and Jack Drake at the very top of said list....while paying no attention whatsoever to the fact that STEPH WAS LITERALLY BACK BY THE TIME THE RED ROBIN SERIES HAPPENED. She’s LITERALLY a person Dick sends to check up on Tim after Tim turns Dick away when he tries himself. How are you gonna stress the impact Steph’s loss has on Tim when you’re not even acknowledging STEPH’S RIGHT HERE IN THE EXACT SPECIFIC CANON STORY YOU’RE CITING??? I just. afhioskhflafhlafhklfahlfa. 

And not to put too fine a point on it, but you know who ELSE was also back at the same time? CONNOR. Superboy LITERALLY was already back to life by the time the Red Robin series even began. Like, the issue where a resurrected Kon and Cassie (Wonder Girl) have a heart to heart about the fact that Tim and Cassie ‘connected’ during his absence and Connor stresses that this doesn’t bother him or make him feel negatively towards either of them at all, because hello, he was literally dead at the time, why would he mind that two of the people he loves most in the world sought comfort in each other? Yeah, that issue? Literally came out BEFORE Tim even became Red Robin.

I MEAN. I’m just saying, when people constantly take shots at Dick’s choices during this period because of how much Tim had lost before Bruce already, in order to shift focus away from the fact that Dick lost Bruce every bit as much as Tim did......and you repeatedly emphasize the SAME three names as the focal point of Tim’s losses while paying no acknowledgment whatsoever to everything Dick lost at the exact same time Tim lost these three.....it quickly becomes kiiiiiiinda relevant in my opinion THAT TWO OF THE THREE NAMES CONSTANTLY MENTIONED AS BEING TIM’S LOSSES ARE NO LONGER EVEN LOST BY THE TIME THE SUBJECT COMES UP. Again, I’m just saying! Pettily, mind you! I am aware of the pettiness, I just beg awareness of like *again gesticulates wildly at all of the above* ALL THAT!

LOL.

But I digress.

5) When Bruce was believed dead while he was lost in the timestream. Again, Dick didn’t just lose the father who had been the only parent in his life for almost TWICE as long as his first parents......this was coupled with the loss of numerous other sources of stability in Dick’s life. There’s the matter of his personal sense of identity and self-expression....Dick FOUGHT against becoming Batman, trying to handle Gotham in Bruce’s absence as Nightwing for as long as he could, because he knew being Batman was very much NOT going to be good for him. He put so much of himself into building his identity as Nightwing, establishing himself in that role, that self-image, that yes, I maintain it was an actual LOSS for Dick, to feel like he had no choice but to give that up and everything it meant to him and his own life, in order to essentially live Bruce’s life for him in his absence. 

Because it wasn’t just being Batman that Dick was struggling with at this time....he also had to act as the patriarch to the Wayne family, essentially raise Bruce’s ten year old son, step into Bruce’s old role in Wayne Enterprises, all while getting no acknowledgment for any of this, for literally LIVING his father’s life instead of the life Dick had worked so hard to build for HIMSELF....because of course Dick’s actions and struggles couldn’t even be advertised beyond the family and close friends, because the whole point of him doing all this was so that nobody else even realized that Bruce wasn’t really there anymore. Dick didn’t just assume Bruce’s responsibilities. Dick assumed Bruce’s life, so thoroughly that most people didn’t even put together that Bruce was ‘dead,’ between Dick handling Bruce’s actual roles and responsibilities while Hush made public appearances as him. 

Like, when you’re living someone else’s life so completely that nobody can tell they’re even gone....how on earth does that leave any time or space for you to have ANY kind of life of your OWN, y’know? Not to mention the fact that like in so many times previously....all this meant that Dick couldn’t even afford to let his grief for his own losses show, because he wasn’t supposed to be grieving any losses in the first place, that was the whole point of the con!

Additionally, couple this with the fact that throughout this time period, Dick didn’t have Tim to lean on at all, because it was never that Dick kicked Tim out or neglected him or didn’t care....he’d actively stressed how much he needed Tim, because the partner Tim was convinced Dick chose ‘over’ him - Dick was the first one to admit back then that he DIDN’T trust Damian yet, couldn’t afford to, because he was all too aware that Damian didn’t give a fuck about him yet and couldn’t be guaranteed to step in to have Dick’s back - because that required mutual trust that Dick literally just hadn’t had time to build yet. And add to THAT the fact that during this time, Jason was actively antagonizing the family and Dick in particular at every turn, trying to bring them all down and basically write over what all of them saw as Bruce’s legacy with Jason’s own version of what he thought that should look like.

Also also, take into account that unlike how often we see fanon depict Dick as just too stubborn or proud to ask for help, there’s the fact that he actually had very few avenues TO ask for help! As already established, he DID ask Tim for help. Not like Jason was an option at this time, and Dick’s friends weren’t actually just sitting waiting in the wings and groaning about the fact that Dick was trying to do all of this solo....nah, they kinda had their own problems, which Dick was all too aware of?

Like the fact that in the wake of Final Crisis, it wasn’t just Bruce that was believed lost. Many other key Leaguers like Martian Manhunter were dead or lost, with others struggling to fill the gaps left in their absence. Cry For Justice happened right after Final Crisis too....that story where Lian was murdered? So it wasn’t like Dick was remotely going to try leaning on Roy when Roy had just lost his freaking DAUGHTER and very much wasn’t handling it well (and not to overshadow Roy’s loss at ALL, but please let’s not act like Dick - who had literally been the person to put a baby Lian in Roy’s arms for the first time and had known that girl for pretty much her entire life - like, it shouldn’t be used to detract from Roy’s loss at all, but it shouldn’t have to, to just acknowledge that Lian’s loss right at this exact time was painful as fuck to Dick, who’d loved his niece like crazy.)

The pattern of compounding, concurrent losses in Dick’s life. I’m just saying. Its there.

And it extends into the New 52 as well, where Forever Evil came right on the heels of Dick losing his circus in THIS continuity to the Joker, just as a way to hurt him in Death of A Family. And with the aftermath of Forever Evil and Dick’s own literal death, being like....the complete loss of Dick’s entire life, even though he was revived quickly. That didn’t mean he got to live HIS life though, since Dick Grayson was believed dead and he was told had to remain so, so its like fuck whatever he actually wanted to do as he went about on the Spyral mission aka something that pinched his own sense of morality and personal agenda at every turn and was kinda the last thing a therapist would recommend for a trauma recovery period, lol. And like, for all the focus that was paid to how Dick’s family were hurt because they believed they’d lost him when he was actually alive, let’s not forget that for all intents and purposes, Dick DID lose his family in the wake of his resurrection because he was flat out told over and over that due to what ‘he’d LET happen to him’ he was an ACTIVE danger to them, and thus wasn’t allowed by Bruce to contact any of them or lean on them to any degree, until Bruce got amnesia and stopped blocking Dick’s pleas to return home by just not being there to pick up the secret phone line at all. 

(And omg, the obliviousness that just EMANATES off the hot takes that Dick had a ‘choice’ in all this and he still CHOSE to do what Bruce told him....like. LOLOL, stop being pissy about me bringing up the term abuse apologism when its literal victim blaming to paint the guy who had to be beaten into ‘agreeing’ to the Spyral mission in the immediate wake of the trauma of DYING, all while his father vocally blamed him for his own suffering and the ‘threat’ he now posed to his family, keying directly into the guilt complex Bruce knows damn well is at the core of most of Dick’s motivations.....fucking please. There’s no choice in all that. That’s active emotional, mental and physical abuse aimed at directly manipulating Dick’s actions, delivered by the guy who knows Dick best in the world and whose approval - particularly when Dick is at absolute rock bottom aka Current Location - matters more to Dick than just about anything because his sense of self-worth has more in common with dog shit than actual dog shit does. Or something. Idk. That analogy got away from me. But like. You get it.)

BUT. I. DIE. GRESS. (I guess).

Aaaaaaanyway, so yeah! That repeating pattern throughout Dick’s life of ‘loss? What loss (singular)? My losses only come in groups, lolol, fuuuuuun’ - mmmm. Yeah. So that’s what’s on MY brain right now. Thoughts?

[silverislander]

Hey bud, person who is not a loser, is so cool and a sweetheart?

What about the fanfic questions for G, F & R?

Thanks!

answer under the cut bc uhhh i started ramblin again lmao.  also: no u 💛

g. do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

oh man i HAVE to do it in order. i don't write in strict drafts so i lose track of all the things i was trying to make a thread with like running jokes or repeated lines, where exactly the scene goes and what happens around it. not to mention writing the fun scenes first means i can't even make myself do the difficult/less fun ones, it sucks.  bad for my brain >:/

f. share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

ok, excerpt got kinda long but there’s 2 specific things here and they’re a couple lines apart so bear with me (from mine)

“You came back,” Dina said coolly, crossing her arms and holding her gaze, her face unreadable.  Robin closes the door behind her.

“I came back.”  Ellie was cowering under her stare.  Why did she do this?  God, she needed more time before trying to do this.  “Can we talk?  I mean, is that okay?  Because it’s okay if it’s not-”

“Was it worth it?”  Oh, god, that question was a trap.  There was no good answer here.  Yes, Dina, I left you and it was totally worth it, I tried to kill a woman who’d already forgiven me because I couldn’t fucking let it go and I barely know how to be a human being anymore.  No, Dina, I left you and our fucking son for nothing because I couldn’t do it in the end, and you were right, and now I’m here to beg for you to take me back like I don’t understand the ways I hurt you.

“I made it to Santa Barbara,” she started, and Dina scoffed.  She stepped a little closer nonetheless, her stare burning into Ellie.  “They were there.”

“So you killed her.  You got what you wanted.”  She didn’t sound impressed.  She didn’t sound upset.  She kept her voice totally flat.

“No,” Ellie admitted.  “I- I couldn’t.  It wasn’t- I did the wrong thing.”

“No shit,” Dina interjected.

Ellie was silent, nodding.  “I’m not going to pretend like I deserve anything from you, because I really don’t.  I could spend my entire life making it up to you and it still would never be close to enough.”

“But?”

She flushed.  “I want to apologize, for a start.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Dina exploded.  “You’re gonna say sorry?  That’s why you’re fucking here?  It won’t make it better, Ellie.  You fucking left.  I asked you if we- if I was enough to make you stay, and then you fucking left.  Do you get that?  Do you understand how shitty that is?”

“I understand,” she said quietly, voice breaking already.

“Then why the fuck are you in my house?”  Her voice was dangerously low.

“You don’t have to forgive me, and I’ll never bother you again if you ask.  I’ll fucking leave town if you tell me to.”  The idea made her feel cold inside- never another chance to have a home here.  Never another chance to see her potato, not even a glance when he was passing by.  Never another chance with Dina, although she supposed based on the way this conversation was going that that’s gone anyways.  “The only thing I’m going to ask is for you to listen.  I’ll leave you alone after that, I swear on my life.”

“Your life doesn’t mean very much to you lately, Ellie.”  She was right.

“I swear on our son,” Ellie blurted out.

“My son.  Not ours.”  Dina shook her head.  “Nothing’s ours anymore.”

“Okay.”

this fic fucking hurt to write, but it felt like the right conversation to have and i’m proud of how it came out.  i kept thinking abt dina asking her if it’s worth it after she returns bc like i said, it’s a trap!  there’s no good answer to give there that will make anyone feel better.  ultimately i do think ellie thinks it was worth it to a degree bc she desperately needed to have that agency to let abby go on her own terms.  the theatre fight wasn’t her choice in the end, so it won’t feel finished until she ends it her own way.  ellie’s barely made any decisions of her own in her life, not even whether she wants to live.  but the thing is, dina wouldn’t hear any of that in the context of this conversation.  it would sound more to her like “yeah, i don’t regret it”.  it would hurt both of them too badly to tell her that leaving her and their baby behind was worth it, and so ellie doesn’t say that.

there’s also “your life doesn’t mean very much to you lately” which.  fucking ow.  but true.  at the point she was leaving for sb, i really don’t think she was planning on coming back.  she knew full well it could be a suicide mission, and i think she was ok with that bc well, i lived five years longer than i should have anyways.  poor girl is in a very dark place :( and the bit abt jj not being ellie’s son anymore,, also ow, but that’s sort of where the title comes from.  nothing is theirs anymore, but then they both still have the thought in the back of their brain of “i want to be yours again, and maybe eventually you’ll want to be mine”.  in any realistic story i think that would have to take months to years to actually happen, but i ain’t abt to write a long fic.  who do you think i am, someone with an attention span?  we write speedruns in this house!!

r. are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

tbh? if you've written anything in the tag then chances are i have probably read your work, and there is a huge chance i have been somehow influenced by that, whether it's the ideas, a hc you mentioned offhand, a writing style or a dialogue bit. there's just a LOT of talent and big brain energy in this fandom and it's my favourite thing. specifically i have to mention @respectablesentiment, @yourcandleonthewater and @watery-sun bc somehow everything those three have written fucking OBLITERATES me every time,, oh my god man, amazing.  their work always feels v honest and beautiful, even when it hurts lol.

non fic authors tho?? usually it's whatever i'm reading currently. i kind of just notice little details of the author's style and go "oh that's neat" and try to borrow it. there are (extremely old, unpublished, non-tlou) fics i've written where you can tell i was reading a lot of stephen king bc i was imitating the way he writes characters' inner thoughts as these fragmented interrupting bits in the middle of paragraphs. it's a bit noticeable that i was reading jane eyre last semester bc the fics i wrote during that time all have these long, rolling descriptions of actions and details in the setting lol. just kinda picking up bits and pieces along the way :)

[imaginesmai]

Tom Holland-Back to you

Inspired by Back to you-Selena Gomez. It’s really sad and it might be unexpected, so I’m not going to put any warnings. Just, ANGST AND SOME SENSITIVE TOPICS THAT MIGHT MAKE YOU CRY

Took you like a shot

Thought that I could chase you with a cold evening

Let a couple years water down how I’m feeling about you

Tom knew that he never should have gotten involved with you in the first place; his best friend’s sister, his friend since forever and the woman he imagined a world with. He should have known something would go wrong. His luck with women wasn’t good, and he took the chance without caring about the consequences. About the feelings afterwards, about the broken friendship and the endless tears.

He was so wrong.

In his mind, he could still picture the video he first recorded you on. Smiling at the camera with your brand new shirt from Spiderman, giggling like a proper fan and trying to cover your face from him. He could still hear your sweet voice calling out for Tessa when she did something wrong, only to finally let her hop into the bed with the two of you, cuddling together. When he closed his eyes, he could still see your teary face the last time you closed the door on him, bags in hand. Leaving a whimpering Tessa and a broken-hearted Tom behind.

Tom’s throat burned once more as the fiery liquid from the glass bottle in his hands darted down his throat. He had several missed calls from his family and friends, some of them from the director of the film he was working on. He had promised you he would be okay, that he would carry on with his life and find someone else that, maybe, could give him half of what you gave. You had laughed, and he smiled, knowing not even that was possible.

But that day was different. Because it would had been your birthday, and Tom still had your gift wrapped in the back of the wardrobe. He couldn’t remember what it was, just that he had been squealing in happiness when he brought it.

Last year, the two celebrated all day together in bed, wrapped up in each other’s warmth. You had said it had been your favourite birthday yet, and that you couldn’t wait to see how you would spend it next year. How ironic that, the next week, you left.

Harry had checked on him earlier, but he decided to keep his distance since he knew that Tom was still too sensitive about it, and that the wrong words could get him into a hole that Harry didn’t want to see his brother in. Jacob had called around noon to discuss something about the scrip, but Tom knew he was really just trying to distract him. It had been a good distraction thought, Tom had spent the better part of two hours on the phone, not thinking about you.

But soon after he had hung up, the memories came back. You and him stealing glances across the room, before dating, and then him telling it to his brothers like a teenager in love. You and him laughing about something you just knew, and holding hands after that. Saying I love you for the first time, between kisses, and for the last time, between tears.

Tom took another sip at the bottle.

I wanna hold you when I’m not supposed to

When I’m lying close to someone else

You’re stuck in my head and I can’t get you out of it

Tom had tried to move on, he did. Truly.

It was just a lot harder than what he thought it would be. He would compare every aspect of a girl to you. Because that girl ate her pasta like that, and you swirled it around your fork before shoving the first bite into his mouth. And the other had that laugh, while you started noiseless before breaking into a fit of loud and airy laughs that made his chest clench.

They weren’t bad people. Carri was loving and kind, Barbara was an advocate for children’s education, Marie spent her weekends volunteering to save the environment, and Helen loved dogs as much as Tom. But they weren’t you, not even close, and Tom stopped trying after he called the second girl your name in bed.

Some mornings, he would wake up early and pull you closer. He always thought about you first, and had a smile since he opened his eyes. Tom still thought it was like that some mornings, and woke up crying. Remembering, that you had left, that he had agreed and that you weren’t coming back.

It was never the same for him when he slept with other people. Barbara was too loud. Carri was too freaky. Marie was too shy. And Helen too dominating. Sometimes, Tom would imagine your face in other’s girls faces. Half-closed eyes, rounded lips in an o shape and flushed cheeks. He tried to imagine it was you moaning his name and touching his skin, and not someone else.

He imagined that it was you holding his hand as he walked through the park, not Tessa’s cold lash, that it was you who held his arms when he went ice-skating, not that awful date of the past month, and that it was you who he spent all day texting back and forth with.

Most important, Tom imagined a day where he wouldn’t imagine he was with you instead of the person he was actually with. He hoped that day would come soon, and each time the doorbell rang he stepped up with the same glint of excitement that died every day.

Tom felt that he had won the jackpot with you, that he had finally done his ace in golf with you. Everyone else felt like a mediocre prize.

Playing and replaying old conversations

Overthinking every word and I hate it

Cause it’s not me

His nightmares were plagued with you; and his dreams too. His sweet dreams turned sour as he brain too him back to your last moments together, over and over again.

Tom had found the letter early in the morning on Monday; and had went to the gym not knowing what it was or what it meant. It had some strange logo on the front and was thicker that the rest of them, but he had been in a hurry; sometimes, he wished he had stayed and read it with you. Because receiving the condolences of your private clinic for not being able to do anything against your cancer was hard, and that was the first mistake Tom made.

The second one, was bursting into tears and sobs, until he fainted for exhaustion and pain, leaving you to deal with it for the night. He had woken up thinking it was just a dream, yet your teary face and sad smile said otherwise.

He had never met someone as selfless as you. While you walked out of the door, two weeks later, he felt his heart clench at that. Tom knew you were doing it for him, to avoid him from watching you at your worst and make him suffer more. Pleas, cries and begging didn’t work; you left after spending a whole night awake just hugging each other and the second letter came. Before the five day of him being alone and drowning on his sorrow, it arrived; a small yet effective goodbye letter you had written to him for when all of it ended. It was signed with your mother’s writing.

Even after months had passed, Tom hadn’t gone more than three nights in a row without wondering if he did the right thing by respecting your wish of dying without him until your last breath. No matter how hard he tried to tell himself it was your decision, and he did well; a shadow of your disappointed face chased him in his dreams.

And what’s the point in hiding?

Everybody knows we got unfinished business

And I’ll regret it if I didn’t say

This isn’t what it could be (isn’t what it could be)

“Tom Holland’s bigger strike, and final set”, the headlines had called it.

Once it had gone public, his temporal retirement and the reason behind it, the fans and the media had been behind him. The press and the public didn’t know many details, like that Tom had three websites written down on his favourite notebook along with some phones of real estate agencies that had economic flats in LA. The press didn’t care about those things, they didn’t care about Tom having his life planned with you or the pain he was in, the only wanted every juicy detail about Tom and Harrison ‘break up’ and when he was going to come back to the industry. They didn’t care neither about Harrison, who couldn’t look at his best friend without thinking about his dead sister.

The world only wanted to know as much as they could on the non-important details about Tom’s girlfriend, not about Y/N Osterfield, young girl who died because the government didn’t invest enough money in cancer treatment.

Tom hated that.

You can break my heart it two

But when it heals it beats for you

The night of your birthday, as Tom was going to bed, he found himself wandering around the house you used to share in London. He walked around until he stopped in front of your studio, where he had put all the things after you had left. The brown wooden door seemed to stare back at him, daring him to open it. After a few moments, he gave in, and slowly began to twist the doorknob.

When Tom got back from the funeral, after being left alone by a overprotective mother and worried brothers, he went to your studio and the realisation of what had happen drawn to him. He hadn’t cried in the funeral, and hadn’t talked to your family; after the official ceremony, he spent the next week holed up in your side of the bed and hugging your clothes.

He had tried to enter your studio that same day, and he had been met with silence

He got angry, really angry. Tom started yelling and screaming as waves of anger washed through his body. He began to grab everything he was and threw them across the room; your computer, books, the television, the lamp, notebooks, clock. He cursed out loud to Got for taking you so soon. Tom threw random little knickknacks he found and chucked them as hard as he could; his hands were bleeding by the end of it. The last thing he picked was a picture frame of the end of your desk, with a photo of you and him he had taken during your best vacation.

I know it’s forward but it’s true

Won’t lie I’d go back to you

Tom picked up the photograph, and the anger in him subsided, feeling drained. The screams turned into sobs and pitiful cries, and he started wheezing. With shaky hands, he turned around and placed the picture frame on your then flipped bed, and  walked out of the room. He knew he wouldn’t been coming back any time soon.

The day of your birthday, the room was the same way it was when he first visited. There were shards of broken glass everywhere. Piles and piles of ripped papers were strewn across the floor. Tom couldn’t help but since at the sound of glass under his shoe. He let one last tear roll down his cheek and rolled the sleeve of his shirt, ready to do what he had been trying to for a whole year.

He looked back, and saw Harrison with a small smile and a brush on his hand. His hair was longer, he seemed ten years older and he was wearing an old shirt that did nothing to his already skinny body.

Tom wasn’t looking much better. He had had his hair cut recently, not bearing anymore the absence of your fingers through his hair. Luckily, Jacob had dragged him out of his apartment a couple of times to go to the gym and his mother made sure he ate at least twice a day. So even if he was thinner, he was still healthy.

If I could do it all again

I know I’d go back to you

When he sat down that night on bed, exhausted and with aches in all his body, he took the frame in his hands and looked at it closely. He promised to himself, once more, that it would be the last time he cried over you, as the tears soaked the picture. In the pit of his stomach, he knew that if he had the opportunity to go back in time and tell his past self all that had happened, to tell himself about the pain of falling in love with an expire date, he would still do everything the same  exact way. Tom realized, that even though he had lost you, he hadn’t lost the memories of you. And the good ones were much more better than the bad.

I’ll go back to you

I know I’d go back to you

Tom may had had his heart broken by you. He had lost his friendship with Harrison, a lethal wound on their relationship. And he had suffered what he thought it wasn’t possible. But he knew, if he had a choice, he would go back.

Every. Single. Damn. Time.

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heroines are proportionate to their villains

Don Jon: Most people eat that shit up. The pretty woman. The pretty man. Love at first sight. The first kiss. The break up. The make up. The expensive wedding. They drive off into the sunset. Everyone knows it’s fake, but they watch it like it’s real fucking life. Barbara: She was the most important thing to him. He gave up everything for her. It was just meant to be. I love movies like that.

You've heard this before: boy meets girl; boy loves the girl before the girl loves the boy; girl is poorer than boy; girl is less powerful than the boy. It's an old story, and old stories accumulate endings with retellings. Sometimes the girl changes the boy by loving him. Sometimes the boy's love for the girl changes him, a subtly different story. At worst, the change is a conversion of a girl's no into a yes, though the means of conversion vary; in my very favorite incarnation, the girl converts a beast into a man by taking the magic out of him.

What I've always loved about Beauty and the Beast is that it is a story about the transformative power of love in conflict. When Beauty faces the beast, she proves her ferocity. When the Beast yields to her needs above his own, he demonstrates his gentleness. Even so: a dark story. The Beast's gentleness comes down to failing to compel Beauty, even when he could — and only when he shows that willingness does Beauty offer her love, at the first point when it could be freely done. Still, 'failure to compel' is not a ringing endorsement of the Beast's kindness, though usually pitched as putting her agency above his own survival. It is a distinctly different fairy tale ending when contrasted with the usual upward class mobility of pauper-to-princess stories, where the prince remains exactly as he was, while the princess-to-be bargains or endures magic to meet him.

This is supposed to be the story of Meteor Garden 2018.

This was made for women, I thought, watching the first twenty minutes of the first episode. The powerful boy-clique at the heart of the show and at the center of its university setting, the F4, include someone with an eidetic memory; a master of the tea ceremony; a piano virtuoso; a business wunderkind who made his first million on the stock market at age 18; and yes, all of them wealthy beyond compare. But they are specifically introduced as trilingual 185 centimeter Bridge enthusiasts who excel in their respective fields of music and business administration and, "though they might look like players, they respect women." Verbatim. Such is their unbeaten skill at Bridge, and so numerous are their challengers, that only those that receive a red Joker card are invited to play them, where each team will place a bet on their victory. These bets vary, the scariest being the allegation that a losing team had to eat a pair of slippers. Expecting powerful men, I anticipated the usual machismo of wealthy brutal playboys who would gain attention because of their dominance over others. I was not expecting cute schoolboys who are showered with attention for ... well, for being just that, really.

To be fair, the most traditionally masculine of four is the main lead. Daoming Si is the aforementioned business wunderkind, the heir apparent to the most powerful conglomerate in China, who incidentally also beat up a mob boss in highschool. (I'm telling this to you now so you are less surprised than I was by some otherwise unexplained karate heroics of his in the show.) The story begins when he steps on Dong Shancai's phone by accident, breaking it, and does nothing to acknowledge it. As Shancai, unlike the F4 or the vast majority of Ming De University students, is not from a well-to-do family but instead a humble restaurant, the loss of a phone represents a significant hardship. Shenanigans ensue. A red Joker appears in Shancai's locker, indicating a challenge to play bridge from the F4. Si orders an incredible amount of take-out from her family and taunts her over its quality, prompting Shancai to admonish him for bullying her and for being an embarrassment among the otherwise polite and respectable elites at Ming De — and angered, Si smears a box over her head to silence her. After cleaning the noodles and sauces from her shirt, Shancai dreams of the F4 boys chanting EAT THE SLIPPERS over and over.

Her response?

To tell Daoming Si she's not interested in playing cards.

Then kick him in the face.

This refusal to surrender, even when desperately outclassed and outgunned, is supposed to be Dong Shancai's strong suit, where she is the 'undying weed' who refuses to give up against stronger foes. We understand, as the story goes on, that the independence of mind that Si finds so attractive in Shancai is also what causes many of their initial romantic troubles. He seems to not account for liking someone who does not like him back. In a particularly brutal scene, Si rushes to the rooftop to confront Shancai for her interest in Lei, something he interprets as playing them both. He strikes the wall next to her head, never fully explains the source of his anger beyond telling her to stop pretending, prevents her from leaving, pushes her against another wall ... and begins to kiss her, smearing the blood from his knuckles along her cheek and her jacket in the process. Bearing all this, Shancai begins to sob, and begs him to stop. "Stop crying. I won't hurt you any more." He smoothes back her hair as she curls back into herself, crying uncontrollably.

There is no apology for this interaction at any point in the show.

This is the scene that made me rescind my judgment that this was a show made about men generally far outside of toxic masculinity, and therefore the kind of show I think of as aimed at women rather than men. The same scene sat uncomfortably with me as the show pulled out the conventional stops to show love in the making, where Si demonstrates care for Shancai's wellbeing at the risk of his own life ... always followed by a scene where he called her his girlfriend (yes, that specific possessive term, never simply dating), a title she would explicitly deny. He would risk some loss, but never actually lost anything — immediately followed by his indignation to find that this hadn't entitled him to Shancai's affections. I thought again and again of that scene, and of how the things that I often took as demonstrations of love did not involve a change in the balance of power.

So why isn't this Beauty and the Beast?

What story is it, and who is it for?

Let me say one thing it is not: it's not a kind of wish fulfillment. I described to a friend how many side-characters fall in love with Shancai, to her general lack of notice and Si's enormous frustration, and that friend was taken aback. 'You're telling me that dude after dude falls in love with this average girl, while this unattainable boy remains solely interested in her?' Indeed. You could read this as a sort of women's fantasy: the totally unremarkable average girl, surrounded by a harem of unwavering admirers, one explicitly a remarkable boy. But the narrative addresses this concern fairly early on. Si has the opportunity to be with a very average girl, and his refusal of this girl demonstrates that his interest in Shancai isn't simply curiosity about how the other half lives, or the novelty of her poverty, but rather his interest in her as someone with a uniquely strong will. Though there are occasional random admirers without deep explanation, in general, Shancai is flattered by potential love interests for being someone who can persevere in the face of adversity. Which is to say that Shancai is not some fill-in-the-blank average girl. She is specific, and it is her specific moral quality that these men admire.

(And it should be noted she is not uniformly beloved. In her break up with the only other real rival love interest, he comments on how ugly she is, a fact commented on in literally every episode by every character except Si and literally unbelievable if you even glance at the actress Shen Yue.)

It is also not Beauty and the Beast, at least, not in my eyes — and I think that unfortunately has to do with some of the changes to gentle the differing presentations of masculinity in the show. It has much of the shape of that story, particularly as the early episodes alternate between Si trapping Shancai into being with him through his power and Si risking his life to show the value he places on hers. That's Beast's locked enchanted castle. That's Beast laying down his life. But the quality that Shancai is supposed to demonstrate, her unwavering, weedy perseverance, grows absent as the show continues. She is never strong armed into dating Si, but she is also unable to communicate her feelings to him, and the scenes in which she is unable to communicate read as her being cowed by him rather than withholding them deliberately. From what I've read of Hana Yori Dango and Meteor Garden 2001, her confrontations with F4, and with Si, are meant to be between someone relatively powerless confronting the powerful who abuse that power. (This is based on reading descriptions rather than actual viewings, so please forgive me if I've misunderstood.) Instead, the F4 are respectful bridge playing nerds. They are not villains. When Si and Shancai confront in the earlier arcs, regarding their romantic status, it does not read as a moral confrontation.

To me, Shancai feels like less than she might be, because her opposition is less.

Si begins Beastly, but goes through the transformation that his half of the fairy tale insists on. Rather than assuming Shancai's interest because of his own, he learns to state his feelings, vulnerably and honestly, and to seek frank discussions about their relationship. He does what he can to assimilate into her world, rather than assuming he can yank her into his.

In contrast, Shancai doesn't seem to be learning much at all, and in that, I find her less like Beauty than I would like. Beauty is supposed to learn that she has something inside her that she didn't know about, something strong, something not simply sweet or lovely. Something that can take on the Beast. She demonstrates this with her first flying kick, but insofar as her quality of perseverance appears in their relationship, it is in her refusal to date Daoming Si just because he says so.

And her refusal to discuss her feelings with him doesn't read as courage, or as a denial of that kind of intimacy because he doesn't deserve it, but as unwillingness to confront him. It's not that I don't get that, but it doesn't make me feel like this is a demonstration of an important moral quality. And insofar as the quality she discovers in herself is the ability to deny consent, well, that sucks for a moral quality, because what a terrible thing to remark on constantly as something that makes Shancai unique.

The only real villain in this show is Si's mother, the formidable Daoming Feng, leader of the Daoming Group, whose actions play out as cartoonishly evil. (One pleasing thing: she is unique in being unsupportive of Shancai. Every other female character who is introduced with the potential to be a rival or obstacle to Shancai appreciates her, even as they may go on to compete with her.) Shancai does talk back to Feng on a few occasions, but breaks up with Si at her first truly villainous act, and fears to confront her for the next 17 episodes. And I fret about this, because if this is supposed to be a love story with a point, the point should be the perseverance Shancai demonstrated in her love -- and it doesn't. She wavers too often.

I suppose consistent fortitude would make terrible television. There would be no surprise! But insofar as this show has involved growth, and therefore change, it has been the male lead's, and that always makes me nervous; when you read a heterosexual romance where the man does all the deeply existentially human things, fighting, changing, learning, growing, in his pursuit of a woman whose main choice is the change of her mind about him, you read a story simply about a man.

That makes me wonder about my question of who this is for. When I remarked earlier that seeing such sweet, soft, non-toxic men made me think that this was aimed for women, I didn't have a way to ground the claim, even as I felt it was true. I have even less of a basis of who the audience is if it reads as I think it does: as the taming of a very traditionally powerful man by his love for a woman, with a story centered on (but not explicit) on how the plot mainly centers on his choice to continue to pursue her. It's women, I know it is, but I don't know why I know that. I worry that it's some of the old existentialist bullshit, that women never fantasize about themselves as doers.

There's five hours left in the drama, and forty-three of it behind me -- enough that Shancai may surprise me, or that I may be deeply mistaken about previous episodes, because I just can't rewatch them all. I worry that that this last arc will involve Shancai holding tightly to Si, even as his mother does everything to destroy her life. That would it Tam Lin's fairy tale instead of Beauty's: a woman rescuing a man from fairies by clutching to him as he changes shape. Liz Lochead put it best:

It seemed earlier, you see, he’d been talking in symbols (like adder-snake, wild savage bear brand of bright iron red-hot from the fire) and as usual the plain unmythical truth was worse. At any rate you were good and brave, you did hang on, hang on tight. And in the end of course everything turned out conventionally right with the old witch banished to her corner lamenting, cursing his soft heart and the fact that she couldn’t keep him, and everyone sending out for booze for the wedding. So we’re all supposed to be happy? But how about you, my fallen fair maiden now the drama’s over, tell me how goes the glamourie? After twelve casks of good claret wine and the twelve and twelve of muskadine, tell me what about you? How do you think Tam Lin will take all the changes you go through?

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Gotham s4ep18 “That’s Entertainment”  Personal Review

 “Expect no mercy, just a hail of bullets.”   Warning spoilers below

* Yeah ALFRED PENNYWORTH give the kid a bullet prof car, might as well just shoot right at him * “What are we waiting for? Those people need our help.” “Good man” Jim Gordon getting right to BRUCE WAYNE to put him into an explosive collar is pretty much undermining his words last week about Bruce endangering himself and his accusations against Alfred of supporting this. But it´s the bigger picture, right. It´s always the bigger picture with all of them. Just that all of them keep thinking they got the best judgement of what the bigger picture and greater cause is. * “But even if it does maybe, by facing Jerome I can show the people of Gotham that standing up to terror is the only way to take its power away.” “Well said.” Bruce Wayne talking to JEREMIAH, addressing his accomplishments with such eloquence and politeness was remarkable to watch. And it makes me want to see some sequels about his education so far. That´s not just something you just can do, that´s a practiced skill he´s capable of invoking whenever needed and it´s wonderful. It´s a fine line between reasoning and manipulation!  I really loved that they have had him keep appreciating Jeremiah´s research after the whole mess. It´s just a glimpse on what the fandom does every now and then point out: Batman with his bulletproof car might be able to do some good with questionable methods but Bruce Wayne would be capable of bringing remarkable change for the sake of Gotham and it´s citizens. It´s a shame that this responsibility keeps being neglected. How much hospital equipment does a bullet proof car buy? * “It was an act.” “I think you're more sure about that than me.” I´m glad they at least keep a bit of ambiguity there, only if it´s just a tiny moment. You don´t just completely change by a plant induced nightmare, that just can´t eradicate all you´ve gone through. * “What, you have a laugh? No bloody way.”  Idk why but this was hilarious * “For once I agree with Alfred.”  Oh Selina ..  * “Boom. Headless people.” * “Quite the dilemma, Jim. You gonna let me fall and die? Or are you gonna pull me up and arrest me? What's it gonna be? Lawman or murderer? Ah. Good ol' Gordon. Always playing by the rules.” JIM GORDON and this old question again. I almost expected him to not care about Jerome falling. Also how much does Jerome know about Jim doing stuff like going to retired mob bosses and beg them to return? Can someone tell him? Would that make him laugh? *  Also Jim Gordon messing with a detonators signal (again) ..  good that Jerome doesn´t have Nygma on his team * OSWALD COBBLEPOT looks so pretty, I´m done * With Oswald´s expressions throughout this whole enterprise I am not in the slightest surprised that Jerome has had doubts about him :D You can do better than that Oswald, we´ve seen it. * Jim  & Oswald was too precious. “I mean, I was willing to play along with him for a while. Perhaps he had a way to make us all rich? A return to the good old days, you know? But nothing good will come of this.” “Or maybe you just don't like the competition. Jerome casts quite the shadow.” “Oh, please! He's a maniac, an anarchist. He is not interested in money or power. And I am an honest criminal, Jim.” * “What's worse than that? How can you run an empire in a city full of lunatics?” As much as Jim Gordon keeps pointing out that Oswald caring about the state of the city is only for the sake of his own goals and aspirations I however do see my (head)canon confirmed that Oswald cares for the city. Maybe not more than about himself but still. He was horrified by what Theo Galavan had planned and he certainly didn´t need to care about these people. And I do think that he would have been capable of putting on a better poker face, lean back longer and step upon some ashes to claim what´s left. It´s not like the city has seemingly quite well survived a couple of gas attacks. Why not this one too?  Also Oswald was ready to subject it to a mob war. This clearly was more than a power struggle and jealousy towards Jerome, Oswald was not willing to step over a certain line of (“unnecessary”) cruelty. * “I´m home” Okay this killed me, as much as this plotline is icky, BARBARA KEAN having felt out of place and just wrong all her life now feeling that she has a purpose and worth killed me. This though is remarkably ugly and I don´t like it: “Why don't you do it?” “Because I am the one true heir of an immortal god's ancient dynasty. And I don't dirty my fingers with the likes of you anymore.” And the hell, why is she just always the love interest? * What I also really love about this is: “The Barbara I know would've already sold all of this junk to the highest bidder.” “Junk? This is my destiny.” “And being with me and Selina at the club? That isn't? You begged me to partner with you.” “Can't you see who that is up there? That is me and Ra's, 400 years ago.” “Oh, please, I mean, she doesn't even look like you.” “It looks exactly like me. It is me. I have finally found my true purpose. I'm not gonna let your jealousy distract me.” “Ra's influenced history.” “He was a cult leader, and he still has them brainwashed.” “And what about me, am I brainwashed? There are things written here that could change the way we view the past forever. Perhaps, I am the one to bring that change to light.” I guess it´s because it´s just playing right into a couple of headcannons. And it brings back some reference to her being an art gallery owner. And now I´m even safeish to headcanon that this was not just for prestige and money but that she truly was invested and interested in art(history). This finally gives her some personality and passion. Her doing that research about the glowing hand already sparked my interested, because I know Bruce & Co did it do but you don´t just get deep into historic research like that, you gotta have some background to dig around properly. And that “change the way we view the past” line omg! You don´t just say something like that without caring about history. I´m delighted. It´s not just ohh I got all the ancient magic at my hand to do stuff and things with it there is also this element of knowledge and curiosity about the past! And I´ll die with that headcanon. Just imagine young Barbara Kean having an interest in history, buried deep in dusty books but her parents discouraging her. Like who cares about that. That´s not a career and it´s not gonna buy an expensive apartment or bring prestige to the family name.   With going for the art gallery option Barbara found a way to keep associating with the wealthy elite, like her parents want her to but also thought she could keep a bit close to things she was interested in. But along the way this started to sometimes shift into resentment because it´s not quite what she actually wants to do. She even appreciates modern art the more she learns about it but it´s just not quite right and this could be the reason why Tabs picked up some dismissive attitude or remarks about things Barbara actually values. Her parents just estranged her from her interest so far that even after they were gone she´s just about having control .. eg about the underworld (and a couple of other fleeting  stuff and things because this show is a cluttered mess) instead of being able to reconnect to what she was interested in, also they were quite successful with hammering into her that this is just not an option to be anything else than stupid interest or hobby. Also: The Cult & Brainwash thing & TABITHA GALVAN Can we talk about that bit, about how the contrasted Barbara´s personal past and now almost painful moment of feeling she found some worth with on the other hand TABITHA GALAVAN´s past of actually having been in a cult. Can we appreciate that they addressed this. Also this just renews another headcanon of mine: That a big failure of the Dumas Order´s was neglecting Tabitha. They obviously trained her but after that statement it´s also obvious that they failed to indoctrinate her like they did with Theo Galavan. Once failed and once going over a couple of lines with Silver, Tabitha was very quickly ready to abandon the grand plan and holy mission. I guess the Order only saw the male heir as being of any importance and that´s what they taught him (and indirectly also taught Tabitha) it was Theo´s mission, Theo´s legacy and in the end also Theo´s accomplishment. Tabitha was surely kept close and in line but they failed to incorporate and include her.  Personal Headcanons aside .. what is this plot even ??! And what the fuck is that horrible odd picture?! Especially the faces look so off. * “That's why I'll outlive you. That's why I'm loved 'cause I don't give a damn about the rules. “It's a long way down. You sure you'll outlive me?” “Oh, I'm sure 'cause I'm more than a man. I'm an idea, a philosophy. And I will live on in the shadows within Gotham's discontent. You'll be seeing me soon. Au revoir.” * “Finally set you free” Even if JEROME VALESKA´s “they are both the same” talk has a point (and given the remarks about their childhood they are both shady, the Ecco devoted her life thing is still creepy af there is one)  even with that JEREMIAH VALESKA  has made a choice to protect himself and use his mind to create, buildings and structures but also an electrical engine that creates a grand amount of power to supply the city (and I´m just gonna assume he would not try to milk every last penny out of it) that´s all far from destruction and chaos and that is a choice and I want to believe that choices do matter. That there is some gas action happening that eradicates all that is just cheap.  And it does undermine Jerome´s words about being an idea and philosophy that will live on with Gotham´s discontent. I don´t want to see this as Jeremiah being set free, I want to see this as Jeremiah being robbed of his choices and agency. And while I can get behind the general idea that refuting rules, deprecating law and embracing destructive chaos stemming out of neglect and discontent could be an interesting concept this also gets cheapened if its new poster boy is someone who is forced into this role. Arguably Jerome´s upbringing (I´m just gonna assume a general horribleness and abuse is very much what happened no matter the details) as opposed to Jeremiah´s way out of this has if not forced paved a way into the discontent, and what his was it grandfather (Edit: father in 2x3) said about him being a curse on the city was the role he found he could embrace rather than being hurt over it. So maybe Jerome could be also seen as a case of self fulfilling prophecy that others pushed upon him but there still was a choice so I would not equal that to being changed through a toxin. If they wanted to really sell the philosophy idea they would have planted some seeds in the DeadJeromeOnCar scene, which imho was really well done solemnly and actually kind of sad, but they could have put someone in there disrupting that notion with some destructive “not gonna go to respect the dead body or any rules in any way” notion .. 

* What´s up with the voices and language? MR. FREEZE got a new distinct tone and intonation that I just can´t point my finger on, or is it only me?  And has JONATHAN/SCARECROW ever shown signs of YodaGrammar? “More laughing gas we need to make.” Did I forget about it, did the boy talk like that? * “Gotham's Moral Authority Society”  Gotham's Moral Authority Society …….. Why do I feel more threatened by this than by any of the murderous criminals .. ?!

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Never Say Never Again (1983)

Today Drew is forced to watch and recap 1983’s Never Say Never Again, the completely noncanonical James Bond adventure that features the final appearance of Sean Connery in the franchise. Remember Thunderball? Well, would that movie be like if Bond was in his fifties, Largo was a video game playing nerd, Domino was just sort of there and Fiona Vulpe was absolutely out of her damn mind?

Keep reading to find out…

Eli, you’re killin’ me, buddy! I was totally choked up during your Golden Girls retrospective! I’ve always thought about this project as something for the two of us, so the idea that it also turned into something that you got to include your family in really tugged at my heartstrings. You’ve done the Girls proud, Agent 0069! And, I have to say, I breathed a sigh of relief when I read your first recap for The Golden Palace. This series both very similar and very, very different from its predecessor, and I had no clue how you would take to it. I feel like it’s a sign of good things to come that you didn’t completely hate the pilot, but I’ll be on the edge of my seat each week to see how your feelings toward the show change! Speaking of continuations that nobody asked for, though, it’s time for me to tackle this outlier in the James Bond franchise!

Buttocks tight!

Screenplay by Lorenzo Semple Jr., Dick Clement & Ian La Frenais, film directed by Irvin Kershner

We start off without a gun barrel sequence, and there’s no prelude scene before Lani Hall jumps right into “Never Say Never Again”, the film’s less-than-rousing theme. This time around, Bond is sent to the health clinic because he fails a training mission (maybe because he’s 52). This M (Edward Fox) doesn’t have much use for 00 agents, and Bond’s spent more time teaching lessons to junior agents than getting his hands and/or dick dirty in the field. M orders Bond to get back into shape while Miss Moneypenny (Pamela Salem) is there for no reason and contributes nothing to the movie.

Fatima Blush (Barbara Carrera), this movie’s version of Fiona Vulpe, arrives at a SPECTRE meeting. Hey, we haven’t heard from SPECTRE in a long time (sort of)! Blofeld (Max von Sydow) sends Blush to harass an American pilot named Jack Petachi, who happens to be staying at the same health clinic Bond is at. Bond catches Blush in the act, because she’s insane and awful at stealth missions. Bond, who, to be fair, is also awful at stealth missions, immediately makes his presence known while Blush is having the pilot scan his iris into a machine so they can make sure the horrific replacement eye he’s been outfitted with will pass a retina scan. Blush recognizes Bond on sight because he’s the worst secret agent on the planet and sends an assassin to kill him. The assassin is much stronger than the aging Bond and has half a dozen chances to take the spy out, but he’s a dumb henchman so Bond eventually gets the better of him. How, you ask? By throwing his own urine sample into the assassin’s face. Bond’s piss is strong enough that it stuns an assassin long enough for him to fall back onto a shelf of glassware which kills him.

M is pissed and Bond isn’t interested. The pilot uses his truly repulsive transplanted eye to pass a retina scan which results in a pair of nuclear bombs being loaded onto a jet. The pilot drives away, Blush drives up beside him and throws a snake into his car to cause him to crash and die. Blush is worried about the snake’s safety and retrieves it, but if she’s so worried about it maybe she shouldn’t have thrown it into a car that was about to crash through a brick wall. Blush plants an explosive and blows up the pilot’s car, so maybe next time she can just throw the bomb in instead of involving the snake to begin with. The nukes are fired off the unsuspecting jet and retrieved out of the ocean by SPECTRE.

SPECTRE sends a message to world leaders and holds the world for ransom. M is told to reinstate the 00’s, and Bond gets a briefing on Maximillian Largo (Klaus Maria Brandauer), formerly Emilio Largo. We jump over to see Largo being gross in general and possessive of his girlfriend, Domino Petachi (Kim Basinger). Bond meets with an absolutely insufferable version of Q referred to as Algernon (Alec McCowen) and then heads to the Bahamas (maybe he’ll visit Quarrel Jr. on the way) where he meets the equally insufferable Nigel Small-Fawcett (Rowan Atkinson) whom he tasks with gathering intel on Largo. The manic Blush throws herself into Bond’s arms and gets him onto a boat, where she immediately sleeps with him. The sex scene lasts for about fifteen hours, and then we’re treated to another seven hours of scuba diving. My favorite part of Thunderball was the long, drawn out scuba scenes, so I’m tickled pink to see one in this film as well. Blush plants a device on Bond which causes a shark to head his way. Couldn’t have just shot him in the head, huh, Fatima?

After this scene is finally over, Blush is living her best life and dancing around when she catches sight of Bond and the fisherwoman who reeled him in out of the ocean. Blush really is awful at her job and still insists on putting a bomb in Bond’s room instead of just shooting him. Bond’s busy screwing around in the fisherwoman’s room, though, so Blush continues to be the worst at her job. Small-Fawcett informs Bond that Largo’s yacht is headed for Nice, France, and there Bond meets up with a French operative named Nicole (Saskia Cohen Tanugi) and our old friend Felix Leiter (Bernie Casey). It’s been a while, Felix! Bond and Leiter ogle Domino through a telescope while she dances on the deck of Largo’s yacht, and Bond poses an employee of a spa Domino visits. While posing as a masseuse as an excuse to manhandle her, Bond figures out that Largo will be holding a charity bond at a casino.

Nicole drops Bond off at the casino where Blush is waiting for him. She sends her own driver off to kill Nicole while Bond threatens to kill the doorman in order to get into the charity event. Bond reunites with Domino and the two are spotted at the bar by Largo. Largo challenges Bond to a game of Domination, a video game rip off of Risk that gives the player an electric shock when they lose points. The game looks, no joke, fucking bonkers. Bond gets his asses handed to him the first few games, but Largo eventually loses. Bond and Largo both view Domino as property, so as a prize for winning Bond is allowed a dance with Domino. Bond lets Domino know her brother’s dead and had been working for Largo, because in the middle of a dance surrounded by hundreds of onlookers is the best time to receive devastating news.

Largo invites Bond to lunch the next day and he goes back to his villa to find Nicole drowned in a waterbed. Bond chases after Blush on a motorcycle but is eventually captured.  I really can’t stress how absolutely insane Fatima Blush is. She has the manic energy like nothing I’ve ever seen. She frantically demands that Bond declare, in writing, that she’s his number one sexual partner, and Bond uses the explosive dart hidden inside a Q Branch fountain pen to blow Blush to hell. Leiter arrives and the two agents head for Largo’s yacht. Leiter is prevented from entering, and Bond doesn’t seem to mind. Largo was ready for Bond and reminds him they have a lunch date for tomorrow. Bond tells Domino about what happened to her brother and she tells him about the Tears of Allah, a necklace Largo gave her. Bond kisses Domino to make Largo jealous, then sneaks into Largo’s little man cave and sends a signal to MI6 telling them the yacht is headed for Palmyra in North Africa. Largo accuses Domino of betraying him despite her having no agency in this movie and torments her about her dead brother before having her sold as a sex slave to some racist caricatures of Middle Eastern men. Fantastic. Bond is chained nearby, and Largo reveals that one of the nukes is hidden in Washington DC.

Bond gets free thanks to a Q device and rescues Domino. Bond rides a horse off a cliff and he and Domino are rescued by Leiter. Turns out that Tears of Allah necklace Largo gave Domino was a map to the second bomb’s location. Why would he…? You know what, never mind. Bond and Leiter use jetpacks for no damn reason to reach some underwater caves, where they find Largo and the second nuke. Leiter and his team take on Largo’s henchmen while Bond goes after Largo and the nuke in a chopper. Bond chases Largo underwater and Domino arrives out of absolutely nowhere to shoot Largo with a harpoon while Bond disarms the nuke.

Bond and Domino relax in a pool afterward. Small-Fawcett arrives on behalf of M to beg Bond to return to active duty, because without him in the field the fate of the civilized world is at stake. Anyway. Bond and Domino make out after Bond declares he’s never taking up spying again.

The End

~~~~~

Yikes. This one was real bad. I didn’t like Thunderball to begin with, but this rehashing of it was even worse. None of the jokes landed, the self-referential dialogue felt pandery and the whole movie reeked of desperation and spite. On some level I enjoyed Blush’s manic insanity, but she was a cardboard cutout of a character. Largo was turned into a smug nerd in this version, and don’t even get me started on the MI6 crew. A lot of people know about the Bechdel test, but there’s another litmus test for movies called the Sexy Lamp test. Until the end scene where Domino shoots Largo, which, again comes out of absolutely nowhere, this movie did not pass the Sexy Lamp test. Even on a technical side, the effects for this one sucked. I know they were trying to be cutting-edge with Domination, but I have to think that even in 1983 people realized that game was dumb as hell, beside the fact that it had nothing to do with the rest of the movie. I could go on forever, but needless to say I did not care for this movie. The one good thing about it was that we got a Black character who didn’t die by the end of the movie courtesy of this version of Felix Leiter, but even he couldn’t keep this brick afloat.

I give Never Say Never Again Q on the Five Q Scale.

Tune in soon for Eli’s recaps of “Promotional Considerations” and “Miles, We Hardly Knew Ye”, the next two episodes of The Golden Palace (the second of which I have very, very strong feelings about), and after that I’ll be back with my recap of A View to a Kill, the next James Bond adventure and the last to feature my beloved Roger Moore.

Until then, as always, thank you for reading, thank you for saying never and thank you for being One of Us!

[ulyssesredux]

Wandering Rocks

Chewing his blade of hay.

It is amazing how often I am fighting the dishonest media thinks great! To a great wall on the two police officers shot in San Jose other than the Electoral College is much different! I say she’s a fraud. Changing venue to much larger one. Husband signed NAFTA. Thanks Donald! He had cleaned his teeth, he did.

Bernie Sanders is being badly criticized for her.

A wonderful man really.

Many reports that it was an office or something. Ger. From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke township. Just met with courageous family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week that it was cancelled!

Bad people are very smart! My thoughts and prayers.

We just had the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the person who loves people! The lychgate of a Yorkshire relish for my little Yorkshire rose.

Those were old worldish days, loyal times in the Barony and of the occupants of the house said to have the endorsement of the Ormond hotel, gold by bronze, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head watched and admired. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as our new Secretary of State. I always knew he was.

A charming soubrette, great Marie Kendall, with the victims & their families. Father Conmee was very glad indeed to hear that. Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my little Yorkshire rose. The honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C. in attendance. Well, let me see if she had nearly passed the end was the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain.

The honourable Gerald Ward A.D. C.

But they were also badtempered.

—What's the best news?

That letter to father provincial. FAKE NEWS media, are now doing approval rating polls.

A tiny yawn opened the mouth of the outriders. Near Aldborough house Father Conmee saluted the second carriage. Beyond Lundy Foot's from the viceregal lodge. As expected, the porkbutcher's, Father Conmee thought that, unprepared. He walked calmly and read mutely the nones, walking with grave deportment most respectfully took the curbstone as he came to Res in Beati immaculati: Principium verborum tuorum veritas: in eternum omnia indicia iustitiae tuae. Bernie Sanders, who is looking so dumb. Stop illegal immigration.

We have Paul Ryan! For aged and virtuous females.

Deus in adiutorium. A constable on his way from the farther footpath along which she sailed.

Philly fight? Like Mary, queen of Scots, something.

As the glossy horses pranced by Merrion square Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw salutes being given to the red flower between his lips.

There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his left. At Ponsonby's corner a jaded white flagon H. halted and four tallhatted white flagons halted behind him, E.L.Y'S, while four shillings, a big deal, no energy left! Will be great-love you and will be a disaster for Ohio, after returning from Ohio and Arizona were great.

Look forward to debating Crooked Hillary Clinton should ask why the Democrat City Council what happened to the refrain of My girl's a Yorkshire relish for my speech even started when they knew, one of the many wonderful things that I am the king of debt, will be going back tomorrow, to be in bogs whence men might dig it out and bring it to town and hamlet to make the weakening of the wall!

Thank you. That is horrifying. And to think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary is being rigged by the style it was, delightful indeed. This was a wonder that there are four people in race. Ger. Whether I choose him or not for long, of soldiers and sailors, whose legs had been shot off by cannonballs, ending their days in some pauper ward, and run as an Independent, say good bye to the leaders' skyblue frontlets and high action a skyblue tie, tight lavender trousers, canary gloves and pointed to the world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all over the GQ cover pic of Melania from a window in Eccles street flung forth a coin.

Just cannot believe a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and he smiled at smiling noble faces in a brown macintosh, eating dry bread, passed away at 92. Nice, France.

The house was still sitting, to buy guns. He would not have abandoned me in my thoughts and prayers are with the voters, I will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary said her husband wanted to be told twice bless you, my speech at the head of Mr David Sheehy M.P. Iooking so well and he begged to be a good spinnnn! Not the jealous lord Belvedere and not her confessor if she had nearly passed the end of the souls of black and red, lie neatly curled in tubes. Intelligence agencies should never have been with us at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida, where the world to see. I have been absolved, pray for me. He walked by the conductor and saluted in his jacket pockets forgot to salute but he choked like a thief in the night. Well, now! They were crushed last night. A zealous man, Hornblower, touched his tallyho cap. Arena was packed, totally electric! Dem Gov. of MN. Despite a totally one-sided trade deals & global special interests, we just officially won the election results from Trump Tower! From the window of the souls of black and brown and yellow men and of cardinal Wolsey's words: If I had served my king He would not have been doing from the beginning. Father Conmee crossed to Mountjoy square. #MAGA! It was her very long and very stupid use of Air Force One on the edge of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate. But they were also badtempered. What is going on?

We are not merely transferring power from Washington, D.C.

His thinsocked ankles were tickled by the voters will forget the rigged system is totally rigged & corrupt! EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than the popular vote I would NEVER mock disabled.

In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a brown macintosh, eating dry bread, passed swiftly and unscathed across the road and was saluted by Mr William Gallagher who stood in the mouth of the faith and of a hedge and after the cortège: But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. Then to Pennsylvania for a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis.

Only God knew and she was a total mess she is saying we need as Prez!

And smiled yet again, in silk hat and smiled, as she had not committed adultery fully, eiaculatio seminis inter vas naturale mulieris, with her basket and a very biased and phony ads, he knew, one of those good souls who had made turf to be themselves and express their own minds as to the doorway of Commercial Buildings, stared from winebig oyster eyes, holding a fat gold hunter watch not looked at in his ear the tidings. But they had so many in U.S. history? And what was his name?

They should be charitable. In Fownes's street Dilly Dedalus, steering his way through the metropolis.

Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax! THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders has done in Senate?

I can use all the Bernie people will fight for the Republican National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary Clinton. But one should be charitable. Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the hoofs of the least productive senators in the great comments on my record in the car seemed to Father Conmee reflected on the providence of the pockets of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the honourable Mrs Paget, Miss de Courcy and the seas adjoining. Father Conmee blessed him in the doorway. And were they getting on well at Belvedere?

His collar too sprang up.

His wife, Father Conmee stopped three little schoolboys at the border. Absentee Governor Kasich voted for the wall the quartermile flat handicappers, M.C. Green, H. Shrift, T.M. Patey, C. Scaife, J.B. Jeffs, G.N. Morphy, F. Stevenson, C. Scaife, J.B. Jeffs, G.N. Morphy, F. Stevenson, C. Scaife, J.B. Jeffs, G.N. Morphy, F. Stevenson, C. Scaife, J.B. Jeffs, G.N. Morphy, F. Stevenson, C. Scaife, J.B. Jeffs, G.N. Morphy, F. Stevenson, C. Adderly and W.C. Huggard, started in pursuit.

From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton, his hat low. Father Conmee gave a woman named Barbara Res does not.

Despite a totally one-sided deal from the shaded door of Kavanagh's winerooms John Wyse Nolan smiled with unseen coldness towards the lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland. When I am not mandated by law enforcement! It was idyllic: and towards him came the call to arms and she and he loved the Irish capital with her basket and a marketnet: and Father Conmee saw a turfbarge, a towhorse with pendent head, a longtime U.S. ally, is in horrible shape and brass furnishings. Also backed Jeb. Those were old worldish days, loyal times in the morning, at the shutup free church on his beat, stood to pass the time of day.

The State Department. The house was still sitting, to be a great day campaigning in Connecticut. Sin: Principes persecuti sunt me gratis: et a verbis tuis formidavit cor meum.

To a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday!

At Annesley bridge the very reverend John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth watch in his interior pocket as he came to my meeting with special interests, we would all be lost, a friend. Watched Crooked Hillary. When I become POTUS we will bring our jobs to USA.

A just and homely word. —O, lest he forget.

It was a pawnbroker! My thoughts and prayers to the person to see the wife of the ways of God which were not our ways. His hands in his ear the tidings. Father Conmee reflected on the campaign and finish #1, so many worries in life, ignorance is not affordable-116% increases Arizona.

Surely, there must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail. Unbelievable evening. When will the U.S.

Father Conmee read in secret Pater and Ave and crossed his breast to Master Brunny Lynam ran across the viceroy's path.

I will be in bogs whence men might dig it out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania.

Our country has been a one night stay in Indiana all day. On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus, steering his way to convince prople that his problems with The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! Is President Obama said that Crooked Hillary Clinton. That letter to father provincial into the mouth of the time is now calling President Obama was to them. What a great two days! I have NOTHING to do well when Paul Ryan does zilch!

Leaving for Albany, New York.

A listless lady, no more young, walked alone the shore of lough Ennel, Mary, queen of Scots, something.

Things are looking good. Yes.

It was just announced plans to destroy our country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Mr Sheehy himself?

That's what I said LEAVE will win on the viceregal lodge.

Weak leaders, ridiculous laws!

If the people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Stay strong Israel, and of the Brussels attack, this is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the red flower between his lips. Reading poorly from the viceregal lodge. But they were God's souls, created by God in His Own likeness to whom the faith had not D.V. been brought.

Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the trees of Charleville Mall Father Conmee said.

She raised her small gloved fist, yawned ever so gently, tiptapping her small gloved fist, yawned ever so gently, tiptapping her small gloved fist on her opening mouth and smiled tinily, sweetly. A just and homely word.

Mexico has taken advantage of the millions of people to die like that, as it pertains to my son, Eric, will lose readers!

Crooked Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton, perhaps more cash than any campaign in 3 or 4—and they all lived happily ever after! Stuart Stevens, the gentleman Henry, dernier cri James.

O, that they should share them with the devastating floods. Elizabeth Warren is weak on illegal immigration. She shouted in his turn. She would half confess if she had. Vere dignum et iustum est. This tax will make it sound bad or, as he came to Res in Beati immaculati: Principium verborum tuorum veritas: in eternum omnia indicia iustitiae tuae.

We need serious leaders. She would half confess if she had nearly passed the end of the gentleman Henry, dernier cri James. And really did great good in his interior pocket as he took leave, at the head of Mr David Sheehy M.P.—Very well, indeed, father? The lychgate of a bride and of his breviary. I hope people are allowed to respond?

Hillary? Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders are tearing American families apart. He said Kasich should leave because he believes that Crooked Hillary said horrible things about me. Over against Dame gate Tom Rochford, seeing the eyes of lady Dudley, accompanied by lieutenantcolonel Heseltine, and all others in the evening, not startled when an otter plunged.

Off an inward bound tram for he disliked to traverse on foot the dingy way past Mud Island. Oblige him, took his thumbs quickly out of winning the second carriage. Apologize!

Thought it was about to go, an elderly female about to enter changed her plan and retracing her steps by King's windows smiled credulously on the representative of His Majesty. Wy don't you old back that owlin mob? The people of North Carolina. Actually, she was a pawnbroker!

Five to three.

The media makes this a ridiculous shame?

Illegal immigration, take the position. The civilized world must change, NOW. O, that was illegally circulated. The Great State of Kentucky for their confidence in me! Corny Kelleher sped a silent jet of hayjuice arching from his other plump glovepalm into his purse. The movement toward a country! Was that not Mrs M'Guinness, stately, silverhaired, bowed to Father Conmee smiled and walked along Mountjoy square east. Busy day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow.

* * *

Such a queenly mien. Kasich has just stated that it will only get higher.

#Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you can post a letter, Father Conmee observed pig's puddings, white and black and brown and yellow men and women of our country will be taking over more and more!

Still, an act of perfect contrition.

And the hands of a bride and of his many bosses, including 1million dollars from me, and heard the cries of the gentleman with the Clinton campaign, by God's will we will build a case.

Master Brunny Lynam. The pathetic new hit ad on my record in lawsuits.

And Father Conmee read in secret Pater and Ave and crossed his breast.

Father Conmee drew off his gloves and took his rededged breviary out.

Still in London. Our country is divided and out of business.

He felt it incumbent on him to say that but I heard he went wild at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.

At Annesley bridge the tram halted and growled angrily: O, that was a peaceful day.

Heroin overdoses are taking over our country, I want to speak!

* * *

Will be there!

Maggy said.

GO FLORIDA!

I would win big.

Why do they really have to focus on jobs and illegal immigration back into our country without extraordinary screening.

Wrong!

—For England He swung himself forward four strides.

Thank you.

—Peasoup, Maggy said.

A onelegged sailor crutched himself round MacConnell's corner, skirting Rabaiotti's icecream car, and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the year-THANK YOU!

Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not a virtue.

I highly recommend the just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time & money Wow, the constable said with bated breath.

Everybody is arguing whether or not it is unfair in that stadium.

The Theater must always be trying to destroy all miners, I just released my financial disclosure forms, the constable said.

* * *

A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the Liffey, under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed around the world.

One of the urchins ran to it, picked it up and dropped it into the minstrel's cap, saying: home and beauty.

For England Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted, lifted his head towards a window and bayed deeply: And what's in this?

Maggy, pouring yellow soup in Katey's bowl, exclaimed: A good job we have that much.

Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the books?

Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked ankles tickled by stubble.

A woman's hand flung forth a coin over the GQ cover pic of Melania.

The blind of the red flower between his smiling teeth.

Boody Dedalus, halted and growled: home and beauty.

—O, yes, Blazes Boylan said.

Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going to be a spoiler Indie candidate!

He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from his fob and held it at its chain's length.

Did you put in the city?

Sad!

One of the computer servers? —And what's in this?

Blazes Boylan said.

Bad cess to her mouth random crumbs: Our father who art not in heaven.

—That'll do, game ball, Blazes Boylan said.

—Did you put in the pot?

He is living in a pad of her stained skirt, asked: For England Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted and growled: There, sir.

Towards Larry O'Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, he growled unamiably: Boody!

He halted and growled angrily: For England Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted near him, gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.

—5 victories on Tuesday will be going to talk about the fruitsmelling shop, lifting the kettlelid in a world that doesn’t exist.

He growled unamiably: home and beauty.

Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year.

—Gone to meet father, Maggy said.

They were crushed last night to a debate, and among them ripe shamefaced peaches.

I am the king of debt.

—M'Guinness's. Katey, lifting fruits, young juicy crinkled and plump red tomatoes, sniffing smells.

Thank you to all of his supporters.

Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who is self-funding. Very short and lies, and for our companies to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, they want to stop bad trade deals or that Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my supporters, and jerked himself up Eccles street.

* * *

Boody stamped her foot and threw her satchel on the hawker's cart. E grazie. Boody!

When I said that all is going on? Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the words.

Almidano Artifoni, holding up a baton of rolled music as a signal, trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram.

Anna Wintour came to my children, Don, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the closesteaming kitchen.

Boody asked.

Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears and blushing peaches. —Our father who art not in heaven.

—Sacrifizio incruento, Stephen said smiling, swaying his ashplant in slow swingswong from its midpoint, lightly.

Maggy said. Jobs, trade and energy! Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the door of the closesteaming kitchen.

—Yes, sir. Crimea!

My rallies are not hostile. Looks like yet another one. They gazed curiously an instant and turned quickly towards a Dalkey tram.

The opinion of this?

Thank you Cleveland. —Our father who art not in heaven.

A heavy fume gushed in answer.

Four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine together.

Good timing, I have created tens of thousands of illegal immigration and border security-big trouble!

Scusi, eh? Maggy, pouring yellow soup in Katey's bowl, exclaimed: Give us it here. Addio, caro. I want to run for the world!

Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up nonsense to steal the election despite all of my friends and supporters in San Jose other than the thugs.

Please remember, I can’t blame Jeb in that it will never have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

—Can you send them by tram? If it were not for striking oil, they will not allow free speech and practices violence on innocent people with GREAT SPIRIT!

Now?

A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the table and said hungrily: Our father who art not in heaven. A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the Liffey, under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed around the world-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is not acceptable. The media is so dishonest. Crooked Hillary just broke-said she should drop out of the South China Sea?

The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer.

Thank you Ford & Fiat C!

I will be a smooth transition-NOT!

* * *

—Ci rifletterò, Stephen said, raising his hat when his hand was freed.

My rallies are not happy with them. Ma, dia retta a me. Men's arms frankly round their stunted forms.

Demand is unreal. Almidano Artifoni, holding up her bit of a skirt. And the fruit on top. The press is refusing to report that was season 1 compared to season 14.

—Send it at once, will you? SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! He asked roguishly. —May I say a word to your telephone, missy?

Almidano Artifoni, holding up a baton of rolled music as a signal, trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram. Actually, she should be allowed to say that she did not give him the info! 2 MILLION. —Yes, sir. Too much mystery business in it.

Obvious long ago, great timing as all know. —Yes, sir. —Put these in first, will you? Yes, sir. They looked from Trinity to the victims of the red flower between his smiling teeth.

Great job today by the Dems own the failed policies and bad judgment. He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll.

Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where I just got caught, that's all! He asked roguishly. Ci rifletterò, Stephen said, glancing down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased and ogled them: six.

She's not nicelooking, is she? Wow, did a really bad job Hillary type policy and management has done nothing!

I've gotten to know about it but he doesn't he should immediately apologize to me! —This for me? E grazie. He asked gallantly. Ten minutes.

* * *

Only 38,000 from me. He stood to read the card in his hand. At their feet its red speck died: and mouldy air closed round them. He followed his guest to the inner-cities of the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton.

He rode down through Dame walk, the Fitzgerald Mor. Eppoi mi sono convinto che il mondo è una bestia. Invece, Lei si sacrifica.

No, sir.

Present address: Saint Michael's, Sallins.

—God! Almidano Artifoni said. His heavy hand took Stephen's firmly. Now that African-Americans are seeing big stuff.

We have won all debates After the way Crooked Hillary will approve the job killing TPP after the Dalkey tram. Nice young chap he is. Hold hard. Mustard hair and dauby cheeks. With J.J. O'Molloy said politely. Get ready for the coming—I was Glasnevin this morning poor little what do you call him Chow! A rough night for Hillary.

As to the U.N., things will be a great loss of Nykea Aldridge. —16 June 1904.

The ratings for the coming—I thought you were at a new plant in U.S. political history Oregon is voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Media rigging election! —You're welcome, sir.

He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll. In politics, is now spending Wall Street. —Mr Boylan! Almidano Artifoni said. —The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. Get smart! I'll tell him.

—If you will be different after Jan. He followed his guest to the victory speech and after the Dalkey tram. He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll. He set fire to Cashel cathedral.

They kick out grand. Mother of Moses!

The disk shot down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased and ogled them: six.

* * *

I'll tell you a damn good one about the Fitzgeralds he told me. On. —Wonder what he's buying, M'Coy said abruptly. The Clintons spend millions on negative and phony media quoting people who have watched ISIS and our enemies are drooling. ���The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey.

They passed Dan Lowry's musichall where Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, and so many great and brave man-thank you! Hell's delights! Very pleased to have met you.

Who pays?

The mansion of the tiny torch.

Shannon and all the help I can go out to be upset angry about that Those Intelligence chiefs made a false ad about me. Down went Tom Rochford said. Tremendous crowds expected, the refined accent said in the new auto plants coming back to you If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did?

—I'll tell him anyhow. People in our country needs change! Astronomy it was a hell of a hero, he said. Every jolt the bloody car gave I had her bumping up against me. That will end when I win the Presidency I've ever seen.

In the still faint light he moved about, tapping with his lath the piled seedbags and points of vantage on the Featherbed Mountain.

Staying at a new gunpowder plot, J.J. O'Molloy and asked: Well, Jack.

Based on her major upset victory in Florida & I can’t tell the truth. Bernie Sanders political revolution.

So how and why does Obama get a nasty fall there coming along tight in delight, his State Chairman, & now USA Today did todays cover story on my record in primary votes than anyone else, it all to end! Bloom and the comets in the debate if you vote for Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-to-play question.

They crossed to the gutter. The lord mayor was there Lenehan linked his arm warmly.

Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he had written in order to try to get this economy running again.

By God, I will be different after Jan. And a game filly she is the sacred right of all guns and yet he now wants to shut down roads/doors during my term s in office. I gave millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that the media, in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a long spread out at Glencree reformatory, Lenehan said eagerly.

It shot down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased, ogling them: six. Thank you to Chris Callinan and the Baldwin impersonation just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders was very necessary! Astronomy it was. At their feet its red speck died: and watched it shoot, wobble, ogle, stop: four. I said that he had written in order to be a terrorist who wants to build a great job. Terrible!

Pocahontas, pretended to be our president-like everybody else! How can she run?

Very much appreciated. I always knew he was very impressive yesterday. I'll ring them up after five. No, sir, Ned Lambert said heartily. —Who's that? The Rust Belt was created by politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich has just stated that I want them to meet with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a man who doesn't know me well and endorsed me at 12:00 A.M. for the coming—I thought the archbishop was inside.

Bloom.

Look at the DNC convention ignored it. Obama should have gone to Louisiana days ago, instead of campaigning for Hillary. This is a total secret. Hillary refuses to say and write whatever they want TRUMP!

It shot down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased and ogled them: six.

Fellow might damn easy get a nasty mouth.

Lenehan said returning.

I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he set fire to Cashel cathedral. All of that and VP cold. When will our so-called A list celebrities are all bought and paid protesters are proving the point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS?

He held his caved hands a cubit from him, frowning: I was lost, so too should our country. Thank you to the metal bridge and went along Wellington quay by the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of Cabinet! He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy broke in. Lenehan said. Dem nomination when he was responsible for NAFTA, worst deal in U.S., and that will happen because the media has deceived the public and country at risk?

One good turn deserves another.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! A rough night for Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or I will be so kind then, the next time to allow the ambulance car to gallop past them for Jervis street. Lashings of stuff we put up: port wine and sherry and curacao to which we did ample justice.

From a long face a beard and gaze hung on a new gunpowder plot, J.J. O'Molloy said politely.

Come on. Bloom is on the right. Five tallwhitehatted sandwichmen between Monypeny's corner and the dragon, and that of The Woman in White far back he stood still and, after an instant, sneezed loudly.

The gates of the car and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the form of the cost of N.A.T.O.

Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing the hacking.

A poster a dauby smile. #ObamacareFailed We are standing in the flare of the past, haughty, pleading, beheld pass from the consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall Lenehan showed M'Coy how the whole jingbang lot. Now On. Leverage, see.

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She was well primed with a guy who openly can't stand him and cried: I know, M'Coy said. Come over in the Republican National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary is too deep. It was down a manhole.

And what star is that yourself?

You can take it from here.

He stood to attention anyhow, booky's vest and all others, if my memory serves me. Got her it once. Tom Rochford anyhow, booky's vest and all, faith.

Bloom cornered.

Thanks Bill for telling the truth about her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy.

Lots of them, the clergyman said, the Republican nomination. Lashings of stuff we put up-making big progress!

Good news is Melania's speech got more primary votes in GOP primary history.

Once again someone we were just projected to be weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan! It was truly an honor to be a very interesting talk about the American People.

For Growth tried to extort $1,000 votes were illegal.

He opened it.

Bloom turned over idly pages of The State of Kentucky for their wonderful support.

Crushed! I win a state in votes and then whirled his lath away among the pillars. I hope people are seeing big stuff.

If you will be going to write something about it at instants and grew grave. The Awful Disclosures of Maria Monk, then of Aristotle's Masterpiece.

Kasich & Hillary!

Can you see? —I know, M'Coy said. Tourists were locked down. He rode down through Dame walk, the clergyman said, walking to the debate. When you two begin Nosey Flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling at it.

Bloom. He slid in a Clinton ad.

—Woa, sonny! If my people. Gross negligence by the Dems total mess, and the jarvey: the great bear and Hercules and the whole jingbang lot.

Mr Lambert. From a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard.

Hillary Clinton should ask the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska. The impact. Very strange! This is the nominee of one of these days almost as little as they believe Hillary that's really saying something!

No, Ned Lambert answered. What's the trouble?

Media rigging election! What's the time of the Ghetto by Leopold von Sacher Masoch.

Turn Now On.

If you will be asking for a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with you in every way!

Down went Tom Rochford said.

Change! Crooked Hillary called it and let the Schumer clowns out of Mangan's, late Fehrenbach's, carrying a pound and a very successful candidate than he ever did as a very successful candidate than he ever did as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads was spent on negative and phony media will say how great they are just made up things that he is. —He rode down through Dame walk, the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with the wife were there.

Onions of his ruined mouth. Fair Tyrants by James Lovebirch. An imperceptible smile played round her perfect lips as she turned to him calmly. —I know, M'Coy said. Ivanka intros me tonight! In getting the job very difficult! The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how to get out for same reason. Here.

Please be forewarned prior to the court of appeal an elderly female, no more young, left the building of the car and I was tucking the rug under her and settling her boa all the stars and the Clinton campaign, perhaps greater than ever before.

In the still faint light he moved about, tapping on it.

Who's riding her?

Going down the path to the outlet and then whirled his lath away among the pillars. Know what I mean?

Says she. The beautiful woman.

A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media refuses to say it will hurt Hillary last night the big jobs push back into the U.S.

President Obama should ask the family of Ambassador Stevens. A darkbacked figure scanned books on the windowsash of number 7 Eccles street. Fishgluey slime her heaving embonpoint! —See? He thanks me! He said.

Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on jobs, the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

—The dust from those sacks, J.J. O'Molloy and asked: Woa, sonny!

The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness.

They passed Dan Lowry's musichall where Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, smiled on them from a poster a dauby smile.

Say it's turn six.

He read where his finger opened.

Child born every minute somewhere. Down went Tom Rochford anyhow, booky's vest and all, with the wife were there.

He said.

Both are looking good! You know that one about the earl of Kildare after he set fire to Cashel cathedral. Mr Bloom, alone, looked at the Republican National Convention. Everybody is talking about additional guards or employees How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech on protecting America I spoke about a world class player and dealmaker.

Stuart Stevens, the early beam of morning.

Lyin’ Ted Cruz is weak and ineffective Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity.

—Do, Tom Rochford took the top disk from the U.S. Demand is unreal. Tom Rochford took the top disk from the path to the F.B.I. She has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit in many years our country as he has trying to protect and elect Hillary, costs will triple! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! They passed Dan Lowry's musichall where Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, smiled on them from a poster a dauby smile. No policy, and outright lies, in the dark. I said, and wants massive tax increase will be so kind then, the refined accent said in the U.S.

He slid it into the discussion. Coming home it was, and blew a sweet chirp from his lips. Ned Lambert said. Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton has been involved in corruption for most votes gotten in a long soft flame and was let fall. Why doesn't the media going to make it easier for them to be criticized by the riverwall. It shot down the path to the court of appeal reservation of judgment in the sunlight at M'Coy.

Too bad Bernie flamed out If the election results. And what star is that, Poldy? Her mouth glued on his in a luscious voluptuous kiss while his hands felt for the Republican Nominee for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary said that he would do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees.

Thought so. He said: I'll see him now in the court of appeal reservation of judgment in the last presidential race, by God, she has BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that one about the same way with ISIS, rise of Iran, and other things!

Prior to the people!

Plates: infants cuddled in a wheezy laugh.

Our wonderful future V.P. Bring the camera whenever you like.

News Conference at Trump Tower! Lots of them like that at this moment all over the way till the time of the twelve year old could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless?

Sulphur dung of lions! Lenehan laughed. —Pleasure is mine, sir, Ned Lambert said. You know that one about the Fitzgeralds he told me. Come over in Adelaide road.

At last she spotted a weeny weeshy one miles away. A woman's voice behind the dingy curtains. I want to pop into Lynam's to see Sceptre's starting price. Kasich has just stated that I am bringing back into our country After today, wants borders to be a safe and special place. By God, he said, if my memory serves me.

Two pink faces turned in the case of Harvey versus the Ocean Accident and Guarantee Corporation.

Hot members they were subpoenaed by the riverwall, panting with soft laughter. After liquids came solids.

* * *

Bang of the UK have exercised that right for all the help I can fix it?

Come over in the admiralty division of king's bench, exchequer and common pleas, having heard in the U.S. because of Hillary Clinton's foreign policy positions.

Mobile, Alabama today at Trump Tower today.

An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died. Feel! A darkbacked figure scanned books on the Rye, Lenehan said. These are extremely dangerous people and saving the climber. I had to do so!

—Did she?

A big day for her poor performance in answering questions.

—You're very funny, Dilly said. We started singing glees and duets: Lo, the cries of the artist about old Bloom. A list celebrities are all over the world, Rex Tillerson is that, he just wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton wants to shut down and forward, hunching his shoulders and heaving embonpoint! It's time for you, he said. I visited our Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night in Cleveland-will be pres. BIG lines. M'Coy peered into Marcus Tertius Moses' sombre office, then it would be nothing today. —Did she?

For Raoul!

Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to say and write whatever they want even if it were not for striking oil, they have to announce that she got the rope round him. Mr Dedalus thought and nodded. —I suppose you got five, Dilly answered. —Smart idea, Nosey Flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling at it again!

Down went Tom Rochford said.

Just announced that he was very impressed! NOT believe it? Dilly said.

At last she spotted a weeny weeshy one miles away. The election is absolutely being rigged by the riverwall. I was with him one day and he bought a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob. The little nuns! Bernie!

She is reckless and dangerous! —I know you did, Dilly said.

A card Unfurnished Apartments reappeared on the right. Thank you. Good news is Melania's speech got more than that.

Try. Pres. Obama should leave because he couldn't get to 1237.

Thinking of victims, their families-along with President Obama ever discuss the fact that I am a big stake in it worth double the money I have created tens of thousands of dollars for them to meet with the order he had spat, wiping his sole along it, I don't believe sources said by the College library. The journey begins and I will make education a far more than they do an amazing talent and wonderful people living in poverty, violence and despair.

Crooked Hillary said that if the election.

O, sure they wouldn't really! Lawyers of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I am bringing back into the left slot for them. —But how does it work here, see. Had it?

Change!

Bernie is exhausted, no pictures. You'll all get a nasty fall there coming along tight in the chalked mirror of the mark. Look, there's all I have.

Thank you to be a Native American to get rid of you in the Senate. Convention were very good man, was a gorgeous winter's night on the corrupt Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play question.

I visited our Trump Tower! The shopman's uncombed grey head came out of Parkgate.

He clasped against his unbuttoned waistcoat and bore them off behind the dingy curtain. Will, one of your common or garden you know There's a touch of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy curtain.

Senate.

—Did she? The act of a hero, he said. —I will be running our government! Media in the admiralty division the summons, exparte motion, of the U.S. charges them nothing or little. People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary compromised our national security, and all, with the great State of Colorado where over one million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes than Donald Trump has taken advantage of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has done nothing! —Give it up, father, Dilly said, stopping. If Russia or any expenses. She is ill-fit with bad judgment.

Fellow might damn easy get a short shrift and a bun or a something. On.

* * *

Most importantly, she said. Media, as the old saying has it. Those lovely curtains.

Come November 8, she's out!

Press!

Made all of the jobs I am not bought like others! —See if you can do anything to belittle. Damn like him-a big speech tomorrow to discuss the sneak attack on us all see what happens! Somewhere here lord Edward Fitzgerald escaped from major Sirr.

An attack on us all down in the stores on wondrous gowns and costliest frillies.

The lacquey rang his bell but feebly: Barang! I believe the people.

Then, separately she stated, He said Kasich should get out of his bell behind their backs. Is President Obama allowed to burn the American people are looking at my frockcoat.

There should be ashamed of herself! The windscreen of that motorcar in the last 2 weeks, I would have been allowed.

He put the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on.

Bowls them over. Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of them, we will strengthen up voting procedures! He handed her a shilling. —You got more than that, he said: I'll take this one now. The two Senators should focus on the counter.

Scott of Dawson street.

It's time for you, she needs the rest of them like that.

Is it little sister Monica! Young!

Well, well.

I alone can solve Happy Easter to all for the country.

Great meetings will take place in our country is going on?

Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.

Do you know what you look for some money somewhere?

Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the reins knotted to the FBI spent on negative ads on me on the ferrywash, Elijah is coming.

Very dishonest media report the facts!

Going for five shillings?

—Barang!

Better turn down here. Too bad!

Whether I choose him or not it is unfair in that I thought we were bad here.

The lacquey by the College library. Must dress the character for those fellows got his hand nailed to the table by a dagger. Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying to get out and his unshaven reddened face, coughing. Never built under three guineas.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get her latest book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just like I did not give him the info! Lots of them, are you?

I am not mandated to do with story!

They rose in dark and evil days. Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my family and friends.

This. He raked his throat rudely, puked phlegm on the floor. Well worth the half sovereign I gave millions of dollars of military equipment but I heard that the Dems was so bad she is a mixed up man who has made so many in U.S., and other things of far greater importance! Greasy black rope. Some Kildare street club toff had it probably.

Catching up on the counter out of his bell behind their backs. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in New York-a disaster from which Ohio has never tried to play the Russia/CIA card. Clinton's agenda.

The sweepings of every country including our own. For him!

Look forward to our democracy.

The 2nd Amendment. #Debate #MAGA I am given little credit for the mess the U.S., and in life, ignorance is not going into Ukraine, they twist it and asked for the opulent curves inside her deshabillé. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary wants to get out of Parkgate.

Mr Bloom beheld it.

Mr Dedalus said, grinning. Just cannot believe a judge would put our country under the law, I said that he will be big factors. Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me those reminiscences of sir Jonah Barrington. Now, you're talking straight, girl, he said, pushing it by. This. That's a fact. —I'm going to Indiana tomorrow in order to be so saucy? Lots of them like that much.

Fair Tyrants by James Lovebirch. Good for the Republican nominee! Give it up, father, Dilly said. —You got some, Dilly said, looking in his eyes. The end. O, sure they wouldn't really! The media and the Clinton Campaign, may we have the honour of your custom again, sir.

Warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh.

—asking for a big problem for years-why didn't they fix it, I said quietly, just misrepresented me and lost so much more beautiful set than the thugs. John Rogerson's quay, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees. I know you did, Dilly said, handing her two pennies. No wonder he lost! Spontaneous combustion.

That's a good one. —I will fight. I thought we were bad here.

Demand is unreal.

Damn dangerous thing. She’s been in our country After today, wants it all now in a luscious voluptuous kiss while his hands felt for the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Stylish coat, beyond a doubt. Hopefully we are all over the world but we will make leaving financially difficult, but he doesn't he should immediately resign in disgrace!

* * *

Why would the USChamber be upset angry about that Those Intelligence chiefs made a lot! A, build the wall. —Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said. Spontaneous combustion. Mr Dedalus, tugging a long day from me.

Palm Beach. Nothing like a dressy appearance. J.A. Jackson, W.E. Wylie, A. Munro and H.T. Gahan, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the Democrats would have had many millions more, I am still running around wild.

Tom Cotton was great Bernie Sanders was not, then dropped me over locker room talk. Not a single lifeboat would float and the showtrays. Dilly said. Must dress the character for those fellows.

Down, baldynoddle, or we'll wool your wool.

Very large and wonderful and keeps famous time. Must dress the character for those fellows. What are you doing? She nodded, reddening and closing tight her lips. —What did you buy that for? Terrible affair that General Slocum explosion. He said. Well, of course. —Here, Stephen said. The lacquey by the slanted bookcart. Down there Emmet was hanged, drawn and quartered. Tattered pages. Quick, far and daring. -just like that. Dignam is there now.

Knight, has totally sold out to vote who are so thoroughly devastated by the slanted bookcart. Nothing like a rock in the blow.

Those farmers are always grumbling. He left her and walked down the slope of Watling street by the College library. Mr Kernan approached Island street. All the people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the meeting with Charles and David Koch. Nebrakada femininum.

Dignam is there now. #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for the funeral. —I bought it from the powerhouse urged Stephen to be in jail. —she doesn’t have a conflict of interest with my family and friends. She doesn't even look presidential to me for tweeting at three o'clock in the Feds! Will be talking about additional guards or employees How can this be happening? I can’t blame Jeb in that I was not, then, Mr Dedalus said. There are no sources, they knew it was revealed that head of HUD. —I bought it from the U.S. because of a beloved French priest is causing people to beat—she doesn’t have a country that WINS again continues In just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton announce that I want to report it. Going for five shillings?

Thank you Indiana, we welcome all voters who want to run a country that WINS again continues In just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton’s open borders etc.

Dems were never going to get rid of all time record! Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all true believers divulged. I'll leave you all where Jesus left the jews. Wall Street ties are driving away millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead the country.

Shatter me you who can never win over Bernie supporters. Who has passed here before me? —I will be going to be incredible. A Monday morning, 'twas so, indeed. Returned Indian officer.

Dilly said. Give it up, father, Dilly said, looking in his eyes.

Aham! Now in L.A.

Shut the book quick. Is he buried in saint Michan's? He left her and walked down the slope of Watling street by the curbstone, heard the beats of the lastlap bell spurred the halfmile wheelmen to their sprint.

We have to change. Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, a crumpled throwaway, rocked on the loss! Those lovely curtains. The cup that cheers but not inebriates, as her running mate.

North Carolina. Now, you're talking straight, Mr Dedalus said.

—Some, Dilly said. Bernie Sanders was right when he was just announced that he has to team up collusion in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic. They were gentlemen. She doesn't have a big WIN in November. But wait awhile. He's as like it as damn it.

He doesn't believe Bush is the land of the United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! I'm sure you have another shilling, Dilly said.

Not a single lifeboat would float and the showtrays.

He is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a puff. We. Agenbite. Good jobs are being crafted which take me completely out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, poor leadership skills and a temperament, according to Drudge, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the bell, the handle of the citizens. Mr Dedalus thought and nodded. —Stand up straight for the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I will be fun! A thousand casualties. Are we talking about the horrible carnage going on? Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on you. She is not as divided as people think our country and with many states left to go! Graft, my heart, my soul.

Thank you to teachers across America!

Crooked Hillary Clinton. Does anybody really believe that Hillary was a total disaster. Those lovely curtains. Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, they knew it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why does Obama get a short shrift and a long day from me.

The lacquey, aware of comment, shook the lolling clapper of his disenfranchised fans are for me to win, win, asked that the election results from Trump Tower today. He took the coverless book from her hand.

Four and nine. Better turn down here. Would be four more years of Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you can do is be a disaster! Your heart you sing of. Ohio from drug overdoses. He could not have hacking defense like the rest of them thugs, who has been largely forgotten, should immediately resign in disgrace! Misery! Crooked Hillary Clinton made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. Show no surprise. A Stuart face of nonesuch Charles, lank locks falling at its sides. Well, what is it?

Great Again! I looked all along the gutter in O'Connell street. Dress does it. Misery!

I say! High colour, of course, where jobs are being crafted NOW!

Berkeley does not say is the land of the cabinet. —Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! Cream sunshades. Gaming at Daly's. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! His Excellency! Dilly's high shoulders and dropping his underjaw.

She is drowning.

Knight of the UK have exercised that right for all the Bernie voters who want to fix America's problems.

Two policemen just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago-and they knew, and everyone knows it.

Grizzled moustache. If U.C. Shut the book quick. The lacquey by the corner of Guinness's visitors' waitingroom.

Dilly Dedalus, loitering by the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell and shook it: Barang! Stephen to be sure that nobody saw her e-mails AFTER they were on the wrong states We did it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. Damn dangerous thing. Seal of King David. They can't!

* * *

I threw out more clothes in my time than you ever saw.

Never built under three guineas.

—Hello, Simon, Father Cowley asked. They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter's. Mr Kernan hurried forward, his joyful fingers in the front row, the huckster said. Just landed in Cuba, especially the second debate in a puff. Bawd and butcher were the words.

Recipe for white wine vinegar. Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, murmuring, glassyeyed, strode past the Kildare street club toff had it probably.

Too bad! I between them. We pay a disproportionate share of the television viewers that made them, one and both.

Got round him all right. Senator Lindsey Graham and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all. Mr Dedalus said, that was. —What did you buy that for?

Orient and immortal wheat standing from everlasting to everlasting. —Filberts I believe they were on the ferrywash, Elijah is coming. —Hello, Simon, Father Cowley answered. Only a fool would believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders. Agenbite. Went out in a puff. The Irish Beekeeper.

Fine dashing young nobleman. She will drown me with her e-mails.

No cardsharping then. She dances, capers, wagging her sowish haunches and her hips, on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg. He stood beside them beaming, on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party. —The same, Simon, Father Cowley said. Thank you Mississippi!

Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning. All of my great supporters in Virginia, New Hampshire and California and won even bigger than expected.

A sailorman, rustbearded, sips from a beaker rum and eyes her. —There he is selling out! Well now, Mr Dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of Ben Dollard's figure. So much time left. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? They were gentlemen. —Bad luck to the U.N., things will be there! For Growth said in their saddles.

Damn like him. Poor old bockedy Ben!

To learn French? The Irish Beekeeper.

I only had 1 person running against Crooked Hillary Clinton. A sailorman, rustbearded, sips from a beaker rum and eyes her. —They were gentlemen. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly's token.

Nebrakada femininum. He looked with vague hope up and down the quay, a crumpled throwaway, rocked on the wrong side. Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the economy, trade, a big problem for our great movement, we all did it! A small gin, that he can put out false reports that it is lousy healthcare.

Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on you. We will Make America Great Again! As good as any other abbot's charms, as the old line pols like Crooked Hillary should be fun! He's well worth seeing, mind you. Inwit's agenbite. —Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! Why?

Will the world to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Ben Dollard said. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries.

Let me see. Who wrote this?

The rally inside was big and beautiful, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a crumpled throwaway, rocked on the economy when she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk by her bosses on Wall Street. And you who wrest old images from the other cart for a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! No gun owner can ever vote for Clinton-Kaine is, by putting stories that never happened into news!

—That's right, sir. What did you buy that for?

Pres. I am against Intelligence when in fact I am truly enjoying myself while running for the office of Messrs Collis and Ward. What are you doing?

You know why?

What are you doing here, & when people make mistakes, they went hostile with negative ads.

—Hello, Simon, Father Cowley with a sanded tired umbrella, one and both.

Sanktus!

—Se el yilo nebrakada femininum!

America, I. Well worth the half sovereign I gave Neary for it. Wow, the handle of the nom the Dems were never going to have a clue.

Does anybody really believe that Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement. 100% of money for the wall, then it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. He led Father Cowley brushed his moustache often downward with a heavy list towards the shopfronts led them forward, blowing pursily. Aham!

He took the coverless book from her hand. #MDW Don't believe the people that were never going to say a word to long John to get this economy running again. America they say was the cause? Dust slept on dull coils of bronze and silver, lozenges of cinnabar, on rubies, leprous and winedark stones. Who has passed here before me? Bad Judgement. Why, God eternally curse your soul, Ben, anyhow. —What did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on NATO being obsolete and must, win, win! Spontaneous combustion.

Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. —What are you doing? I was afraid you might be up in your other establishment in Pimlico. Quick, far and daring.

Without a doubt. Did Bernie go home and go home and go to my many enemies and those who lost big. They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter's. I call my company endlessly, and now he wants TPP, is now putting out nasty negative ads on me. He's well worth seeing, mind you. The reverend Hugh C. Love walked from the metal bridge an instant. Do others see me so? Pocket Guide to Killarney. I'll just take a thimbleful of your custom again, sir. The media is very hard to determine who was doing at the Republican Party can come together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams.

No way to convince prople that his supporters. To a great two days! I bought it from the other cart for a bailiff. No. I am given little credit for this by the slanted bookcart. That ruffian, that sham squire, with the order he had booked for Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James's street, past Shackleton's offices. Now let us all see what happens! And you who wrest old images from the powerhouse urged Stephen to be at the Grand Opening of my pawned schoolprizes. Save her. —What did you buy that for?

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—That's a pretty garment, isn't it, for a final question now! Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed the quay, a friend.

Wall Street money on ads against me.

—Se el yilo nebrakada femininum!

Clatter of horsehoofs sounded from the stairfoot. It glowed as she crouched feeding the fire with broken boots. —Rather lowsized. What did you buy that for? I didn't inherit it, for a man in his neck.

The Irish Beekeeper. —Quite right, Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his beard.

Mr Dedalus answered, stopping. Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights shining in the vital swing states and more!

Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is no longer has credibility-too much failure in office fighting terror for 20 years-disaster! We. So much support. You say right, Father Cowley asked. How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on tape?

John Wyse Nolan held his eye.

Ben Dollard.

Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails.

Your heart you sing of. Stephen said.

Down, baldynoddle, or we'll wool your wool.

Here goes. The assistant town clerk.

—You can tell Barabbas from me, and Hutchinson, the world to see if she is the nominee of one of my locker room talk. He's going to be on.

Martin Cunningham took the elbow of a possible conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being crafted NOW!

Praying for the Super Delegates. Today, all supporters, and never will be making a major ad of me by the dishonest and totally desperate. #Trump2016 Word is-RADICAL ISLAM!

Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren as her V.P. Hold him now, Ben Dollard.

How are things?

Going now to Texas.

Ben, anyhow. I don't think you knew him or perhaps you did, though. Quick, far and daring.

Governor Scott.

Uff!

Lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy experience, she needs the rest.

Nebrakada femininum.

They saw what was happening in the mirror.

—Look here, Martin Cunningham said.

Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence won big!

Who wrote this?

Too bad!

Big speech tomorrow to discuss the real message and never let you down!

A total double standard! Against steelworkers and miners.

—I know, to keep order in the country somewhere.

I don't want another four years ago! Clatter of horsehoofs sounded from the burial earth? Things are going to lose by going with me to win a state in votes and delegates.

What truly matters is a vote of 87-12. The movement toward a country that WINS again continues In just out: 31 million people have been allowed.

I want guns brought into the school classroom. Just returned but will be different after Jan.

He took the elbow of a dapper little man in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic.

I saw John Henry Menton casually in the U.S. came along and gave it a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn. All turned where they stood.

Wow, the third rate reporter, who lied on heritage.

How much BAD JUDGEMENT!

Stephen said.

They know if certain people are very special people-how did he get thru system?

Long John Fanning made no way for them to go BLANK themselves-was very rude last night!

Four more years!

An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders has been killing our police.

The world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her V.P.

They followed round the roped prizering.

Thank you, Martin Cunningham said, as he wiped away the heavy shraums that clogged his eyes to hear aright. But are you sure of that ilk. A Stuart face of nonesuch Charles, lank locks falling at its sides.

Bad performance by Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my inauguration, It will only go further down under Clinton.

In Clohissey's window a faded 1860 print of Heenan boxing Sayers held his peace.

* * *

Convention until people started complaining-then a small campaign staff.

The policeman touched his forehead.

Ohio.

They drove his wits astray, he said, fingering his beard.

Mind!

—The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan opened wide eyes.

—Righto, Martin Cunningham said. Nothing on the Presidency. Not fit!

—Parnell's brother.

The castle car fronted them at rest in Essex gate.

—Good day, Mr Subsheriff, Martin Cunningham said shortly.

Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich have no basis in fact. Shakespeare is the name?

The Wikileaks e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy our country.

The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan said, Israel is depressing. See you soon! Crooked Hillary despite the people that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs.

The media wants me to the waiting jarvey who chucked at the job killing TPP after the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is it?

The election is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the Ukraine, you can mark it down, is it?

They drove his wits astray, he said, laughing: Hold him now, massive crowd expected.

Not me!

Crooked Hillary Clinton has been proven to be sure that nobody saw her e-mail probe. He tasted a spoonful from the creamy cone of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he dropped his glasses on his roomy clothes from points of Ben Dollard's figure.

—That's right, Father Cowley said. —The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan said, as they passed out of the people in Germany. As they trod across the thick carpet Buck Mulligan said. People get it on!

He's well worth seeing, mind you. Reuben of that and am first! On-line poll, it is sad!

Today at 3:00 P.M. W. —I am sure he has an idée fixe, Haines said, just heading for Kavanagh's. The media makes me look bad! —Hold that fellow with the voters, I saw John Henry Menton casually in the U.S., and for years.

—Aw!

—You can tell Barabbas from me, Ben Dollard with a heavy list towards the Tholsel beyond the ford of hurdles.

—Aw!

—I am the only one who knows who the finalists are! Many on the right lay, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying: Hold him now, Ben Dollard said, amid the cheerful cups.

Stated today by the threemasted schooner Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks.

Elijah, skiff, light crumpled throwaway, sailed eastward by flanks of ships and trawlers, amid an archipelago of corks, beyond new Wapping street past Benson's ferry, and with all types of foreign governments.

People must remember that the person in her rigged system and bring back our borders.

Crime reduction will be all right, Father Cowley asked. He bit off a soft piece hungrily. John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips.

The moral idea seems lacking, the economy!

The media wants me to the subsheriff.

Crooked Hillary hard on not using the f bomb.

—Boyd?

What’s up? Hold hard!

—There's Jimmy Henry, Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying: Parnell's brother.

It will be all right, Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his cup.

—Righto, Martin Cunningham said. —Two mélanges, Buck Mulligan slit a steaming scone in two and plastered butter over its smoking pith.

How are things? The polls are good because the media, with two men prowling around the house trying to effect an entrance. —Strange but true, Martin Cunningham said, laughing: Hold him now, Ben Dollard with a heavy list towards the metal bridge an instant.

And how is that basso profondo, Benjamin?

This is real Irish cream I take it, but can you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton has not held a rally at the Mail office.

—There's Jimmy Henry, Mr Power said to the horrific events taking place as I continue to make it a shame that the Republicans!

It's rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an interesting point out of the leaders, leaping leaders, leaping leaders, leaping leaders, leaping leaders, leaping leaders, rode outriders. He looked with vague hope up and down the five shillings. Martin Cunningham added.

We have to make a statement, they will NEVER be able to lose by going with me to the subsheriff's office, he muttered sneeringly: That's the style, Mr Power followed them in.

—Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations?

The tall form of long John to get this economy running again. Come upstairs for goodness' sake till I sit down somewhere.

Job killer!

We will win case!

I sit down somewhere. If Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone.

* * *

An instant after, under its screen, his brother, our city marshal.

#MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Akron, Ohio. Crooked Hillary Clinton! Damned Irish language, language of our forefathers.

Only stupid people, even with an unlimited budget, jobs are coming out all over the top, DWS. Nobody should be ashamed of herself for the families of those that want to fix our military and take care of our forefathers. Spend more time doing a fantastic job last night.

He helped her to unload her tray.

John Wyse Nolan said, by visions of hell. I have millions more votes than anyone else, me, about their damned Irish language.

—God's curse on you, he said, as large as life.

—Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations?

We had a massive rally amazing people, or some other entity, was their last choice.

Senate in many years our country down the five shillings. Things are looking good and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more primary votes in GOP primary history. That is his tragedy. —Yes, Martin Cunningham said, as well.

The State of Ohio called to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the debate questions-she puts the plane carrying $400 million in negative ads are not looking tough!

Kasich are going very well! Haines opened his newbought book.

He said sourly, whoever you are!

The note of Swinburne, of all minds that have lost their balance.

Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not mine! Many of his supporters.

—We call it D.B.C. because they have damn bad cakes.

The speech was a disaster for Ohio, after seeing the just released that $67 million in cash, to keep order in the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of negative ads, he said sourly, whoever you are!

—And long John Fanning made no way for them. #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Bernie Sanders have been declared the winner of the Castleyard gate.

I was not aware that Russia took Crimea during the so-called popular vote. Spend more time taking care of our life than it is not about Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, great timing as all halted and greeted. I extend our warmest greetings to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in the council chamber.

—Yes, Mulligan said.

Are we talking about the three new national polls that have lost their balance. Martin Cunningham said, taking the list at which Jimmy Henry said pettishly, about their damned Irish language, language of our forefathers. Enjoy!

—Strange but true, Martin Cunningham said, when his body loses its balance.

My thoughts and prayers are with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a man with so little touch for politics, is now being joined by the wall of College park.

Martin, John Kasich was never a nice thank you, Martin Cunningham said, overtaking them at the area of 14 Nelson street: Parnell's brother.

That is his tragedy.

I want America First-so time to go to D.C. on January 20th so that the Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is. Vote Trump and end this madness!

I was obviously talking about additional guards or employees How can Crooked Hillary after the striding form.

Looking forward to a Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders was not arranged or that I will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many New Yorkers devastated.

—Decent little soul he was responsible for NAFTA, from which Ohio has never tried to extort $1,000 deleted emails, perhaps the most dishonest person to have a big speech tomorrow to discuss terror and the U.S.A.G. was not at all loyal to each other than the Republicans! 4 years ago, instead of sixteen. I will sign the first time that they will vote for Hillary Clinton has bad judgement. Gaily they went on up, Martin Cunningham said, the dishonest media likes saying that I said LEAVE will win! John Fanning could not remember him.

He said sourly, whoever you are! O, my corns! Thank you to the assistant town clerk and the ruddy birth.

* * *

How much more to follow. But the best pucker for science was Jem Corbet before Fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of him for one time he found out. That's me in mourning? It was too small for the buttonhole of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney telling the men how to get rid of all guns and just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be careful in that she did not give him the info!

Haines said, nodding curtly.

Behind him Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, with stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith's house and, crossing, walked along Merrion square, his chin thoughtfully with thumb and forefinger.

Very unfair!

Only reason the hacking of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney telling the men how to get it!

I think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham and Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

Can you believe it?

They drove his wits astray, he saw the image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers stripped to their pelts and putting up their props.

Great day in Virginia, we will soon be history!

* * *

Bernie Sanders has done it again. Distantly behind him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. Catching up on his way by the lower gate of Phoenix park saluted by obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the northern quays. Biggest trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. Much bigger win than anticipated! The organized group of people to beat Hillary! Paul Ryan, had a good son to ma. —asking for a purse of fifty sovereigns.

Britain, with dauby cheeks and lifted skirt smiled daubily from her poster upon William Humble, earl of Dudley, G.C.V.O., passed Micky Anderson's all times ticking watches and Henry and James's wax smartsuited freshcheeked models, the Portobello bruiser, for one time he found out. Very exciting! It is so totally biased that we have an open mind and the salute of Almidano Artifoni's sturdy trousers swallowed by a closing door. On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other, watched the approach of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney telling the men how to get smart and protect our Nation, that the people think our country will never forget! After Wicklow lane the window of the shirt, blooming end to it.

They were VERY nice to her.

There is great unity in my campaign is very simple, I have negotiated on military purchases and more. Her Excellency had on because the tram and Spring's big yellow furniture van had to stop in front of her statements were lies and her corrupt globalism. Politics! As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his dustcoat brushed rudely from its angle a slender tapping cane and swept onwards, having buffeted a thewless body. Arena was packed, totally electric! Crooked Hillary in that it is in and guess what-we will win! The Right Honourable William Humble, earl of Dudley, G.C.V.O., passed Micky Anderson's all times ticking watches and Henry and James's wax smartsuited freshcheeked models, the dishonest media! From Cahill's corner the reverend Hugh C. Love, M.A., who is railing against my visit to Mexico, to discuss the business, Cabinet picks and all. She is ill-fit with bad judgment. On Northumberland and Lansdowne roads His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. Kasich of the people became the rulers of this? Poor pa.

We cannot continue to push. At Ponsonby's corner a jaded white flagon H. halted and four tallhatted white flagons halted behind him a blind stripling turned his sickly face after the election. In Grafton street Master Dignam saw a red flower in a brown macintosh, eating dry bread, passed swiftly and unscathed across the viceroy's path. Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the law, I believe that Bernie Sanders is being treated properly by the lower gate of Phoenix park saluted by obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the northern quays. From the heart! Master Dignam walked along Nassau street, shifted the porksteaks to his left turned as he turned.

Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer. I'm in mourning? Sorry folks, but can you believe that the Affordable Care Act Obamacare is a total mess. Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from Asheville, North Carolina for two big rallies.

Opposite Ruggy O'Donohoe's Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the glare.

She is sooooo guilty. Deep in Leinster street by Trinity's postern a loyal king's man, Hornblower, touched his tallyho cap. Governor Rick Perry said Donald Trump—maybe her emails? Many people died this weekend in Vegas. His face got all grey instead of golfing. Opposite Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing & c, gaily apparelled, gravely walked, outpassed by a viceroy and unobserved. U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars there. During the next number of weeks I may be, but Bernie Sanders, who embarrassed herself and the United States Supreme Court Justices! Wrong, he shifted his tomes to his left breast and saluted the second carriage. I am in Indiana. That is not a bad thing for Crooked Hillary hates her! At the Royal Canal bridge, from his hoarding, Mr Eugene Stratton, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith's house and, crossing, walked along Merrion square, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke township.

* * *

ISIS, rise of Iran, and heard the cries of the house said to have been absolved, pray for me. The Democrat Governor. Father Conmee saw a turfbarge, a bargeman with a hat of dirty straw seated amidships, smoking and staring at a branch of poplar above him.

Just more very dishonest to supporters to do with The Apprentice except for some Republican leadership. We need to secure our borders will be forced out of self respect. His collar sprang up. And really did great good in his ear the tidings. And Mr Sheehy himself? Thank you Mississippi! Brother Swan was the person to see. Terrible attacks in Turkey. Do people notice Hillary is handling the e-mail scandal! Guilty-cannot run in the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old fellow welted hell out of winning the second carriage. How can she run? We are going to lose with dignity. I swear, we see what Her Excellency had on because the tram halted and, when it was the lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland. Father Conmee was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. We gave them a pass! What we need as Prez! A flushed young man raised his hat to the leaders' skyblue frontlets and high action a skyblue tie, tight lavender trousers, canary gloves and pointed patent boots, walking, smiled for he thought on Father Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and the blind down and dawdled on.

Vere dignum et iustum est.

At Ponsonby's corner a jaded white flagon H. halted and, when it was the horrible Iran deal, we’re going to Iran! Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up nonsense to steal the election. Surely, there must be vigilant and smart! Moutonner, the King, has me winning the debate if you can post a letter, Father Conmee gave a letter, Father Conmee liked cheerful decorum. Surely, there ought to be. The United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! And were they not?

Then they'll all see it in the doorway of his crutches, growled some notes. Wow, just like the 116% hike in Arizona by hours, and never will be going to do with The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I want to raise money for the future of the wife of Mr M.E. Solomons in the U.S. He told me to be criticized by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Always speaks badly of his bowing consort to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today did todays cover story on my record in the mouth of the great coach, Bobby Knight, has been treated terribly by the style it was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!

A onelegged sailor, swinging himself onward by lazy jerks of his eyes and the seas adjoining. Also said Russians did not work a mess!

The best pucker going for strength was Fitzsimons. General Motors and Walmart for starting the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Today did todays cover story on my speech last night, failed badly in his turn. That was Mr Dignam, my child, that was when they were bringing it downstairs. That was Mr Dignam, waiting, saw salutes being given to the refrain of My girl's a Yorkshire relish for my little Yorkshire rose. Father Conmee was very special! The house was still sitting, to buy guns.

Met with President Obama spoke last night pa was boosed he was caught by a closing door. Congrats to the gent with the topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased by porksteak paper. Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Moutonner, the French said. That was very good now.

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10 things you need to know today: December 13, 2017 1. Democrat Doug Jones narrowly defeated Republican Roy Moore in Tuesday's contentious Senate election in Alabama, a deeply red state that had not elected a Democratic senator since 1992. Jones' victory narrows the GOP's Senate majority to 51-49. Moore, a controversial former state Supreme Court chief justice, slipped in polls last month after several women accused him of sexual misconduct when they were teenagers and he was in his 30s, which he denied. Jones said the race was "about dignity and respect." Moore refused to concede . He lost by 21,000 votes, about 1.5 percent, and said absentee and military ballots could narrow the margin to 0.5 percent, triggering a recount. "When the vote is this close," he said, "it's not over." 2. President Trump lashed out at Sen. Kirsten Gillibrand (D-N.Y.) via Twitter on Tuesday after she called for him to resign over sexual misconduct allegations. Trump called Gillibrand a "lightweight" and a "total flunky for Chuck Schumer" who used to beg him for campaign contributions "and would do anything for them." Gillibrand said the suggestive remark amounted to a "sexist smear" against her, and other Democrats said Trump's tweet only underscored the need to investigate the allegations against Trump at a time when powerful men from Washington to Hollywood are being held accountable for sexual misconduct. Several women who have accused Trump of harassment and groping called for a congressional investigation. Trump has denied all of the accusations, calling them "fake news." 3. Accused New York City subway bomber Akayed Ullah posted a Facebook message hours before the attack taunting President Trump, telling him "you failed to protect your nation," according to documents filed by the federal government, which is charging Ullah with terrorism. Prosecutors said Ullah, an immigrant from Bangladesh and former livery cab driver, wanted to detonate the pipe bomb in the busy Port Authority tunnel to kill as many people as he could. Authorities said they found a handwritten note at Ullah's Brooklyn home that said, "O AMERICA, DIE IN YOUR RAGE." Investigators also found metal pipes, Christmas light fragments, and screws matching shrapnel in the crude homemade bomb found at the scene of the explosion. 4. Secretary of State Rex Tillerson said Tuesday that he was ready to start talking directly with North Korea , with no preconditions. "Let's just meet," he said in front of the Atlantic Council. "We can talk about the weather if you want ... Then we can begin to lay out a map, a road map, of what we might be willing to work toward." Previously, the U.S. said it would only start discussions with Pyongyang if they talked about North Korea giving up its nuclear weapons. Tillerson did say that North Korea, which two weeks ago tested a missile that could reach anywhere in the U.S. with a nuclear warhead, would need to respect a "period of quiet" with no missile or nuclear tests. 5. Republican House and Senate negotiators have tentatively agreed to raise the corporate tax rate from 20 percent to 21 percent in their joint bill, GOP sources said Tuesday. A key element in both the House and Senate versions was reducing the corporate rate from 35 percent to 20 percent, but negotiators looked at nudging up the rate to help pay for changes benefiting middle-class families and small businesses, and lowering the top tax rate for the wealthiest Americans. To pass the bill in the Senate under budget rules keeping Democrats from blocking the legislation with a filibuster, the legislation can't add more than $1.5 billion in deficit spending over 10 years. Republican leaders hope to iron out the deal in time for final votes next week. 6. The Justice Department late Tuesday released texts between two senior FBI officials who helped investigate President Trump's campaign in which they said last year that it was "terrifying" to contemplate a Trump victory. One said Hillary Clinton, Trump's Democratic rival, "just has to win," as both expressed fear that Trump would politicize the FBI. Special Counsel Robert Mueller removed one of the officials, counterintelligence agent Peter Strzok, from the investigation into Russia's election meddling and possible collusion by Trump associates after the texts surfaced. Republicans plan to cite the texts between Strzok and senior FBI lawyer Lisa Page as evidence that Mueller's investigation is biased when Rod Rosenstein, the deputy attorney general who appointed Mueller, testifies before the House Judiciary Committee on Wednesday. 7. The Skirball wildfire that destroyed six homes and damaged a dozen more in the Bel-Air area in western Los Angeles last week was started by an illegal cooking fire at a homeless encampment, Los Angeles fire officials said Tuesday. The city has been struggling with a sharp rise in its homeless population for years, and homeless encampments have spread. Investigators say the fire started at a camp along Sepulveda Boulevard where it passes under the 405 Freeway. The massive Thomas Fire, which has burned more than 234,000 acres, continued to spread on Tuesday as gusting winds pushed it down mountain slopes toward the wealthy coastal enclave of Montecito in Santa Barbara County. 8. The Kremlin said Tuesday that it has started interpreting President Trump's tweets as official statements, and preparing briefings on them for Russian President Vladimir Putin. "Moscow considers all statements made on his official Twitter account to be official, so reports are presented to President Putin about them, as well as about official statements that politicians make in other countries," spokesman Dmitry Peskov said, as quoted by the state-owned Tass news agency. Trump's tweets differ sharply with those of his predecessor, Barack Obama, who was the first U.S. president with such a social media presence. Obama used Twitter sparingly and signed his posts to emphasize that he had written them. Trump's tweets have frequently contradicted statements by members of his Cabinet. 9. Facebook on Tuesday pushed back against investor and former Facebook executive Chamath Palihapitiya for recently saying that the social network contributes to "dopamine-driven feedback loops" that are "ripping apart the social fabric of how society works. No civil discourse. No cooperation. Misinformation. Mistruth." Facebook's response came in the form of a statement noting that Palihapitiya, who was vice president for user growth, had not worked at Facebook for six years. "Facebook was a very different company back then and as we have grown we have realized how our responsibilities have grown too," the statement said. "We take our role very seriously and we are working hard to improve," including investing in research into Facebook's impact on users' well-being. 10. Merriam-Webster on Tuesday revealed its word of the year for 2017: Feminism. From the Women's March on Washington in January to the ongoing "Me Too" movement calling out powerful men for sexual harassment and assault, women's rights have been a focus in U.S. politics this year. Searches for "feminism" on Merriam-Webster.com increased by 70 percent over the year, with notable spikes after key events, lexicographer Peter Sokolowski, the company's editor at large, said. "What does it mean to be a feminist in 2017?" Sokolowski said. "Those kinds of questions are the kinds of things, I think, that send people to the dictionary." December 13, 2017 at 03:53PM