#he writes his own campaigns and stories and letters so i think i’d die on the spot hearing whatever vows he’d say

[ectoplasmer]

ryou should. um. marry me. maybe

[huntinghags]

6.Letters Never Read

[Campaign context: Adder has begun her adventures in Otari, a town not far from her village of Kelias. She took on a job that had her explore the old lighthouse, and upon returning it shed a ghostly green light that turned the dead loose from their graves. In a harrowing brawl, her group staved them off, but not before several guard were felled and several ghastly injuries were incurred. Her group of adventures have been summoned to a town hall meeting, likely to be asked further tasks, and her companions have spent most of the in between times talking of how much to charge for their services. Adder takes the time in the night after the conflict to reflect on the day, and her missing mentor’s teachings]. 

There was only one thing to be missed about Kelias, and that was the ring. That makeshift area, stumps set within a circle made by the dragging of feet, had been a sanctuary for Adder, who now found that the road and adventuring left little room for privacy. The call had been worse at night when the bustle of the day couldn’t drown it out into a dull hum. Adder would drink with Bakar and converse with him before he’d left, and it had always helped. In his absence, she’d kept the habit. She’d take two steins of ale to the ring and sit one upon the empty stump he’d left. She’d carry on, telling him of her day, as if he was still there. She was sure the villagers thought her mad for it, but they already thought plenty of other things about her, so what was one more?

There was no ring to retreat to, and Adder knew better than to carry on a conversation with less than a ghost around strangers, and so she’d taken up a new habit to replace the old. Since leaving Kelias, she’d written a letter each night. She supposed it was really a journal. The whispers had grown into a din of noise within her skull, and so she took out a fresh sheet of parchment. She stretched and tried to make herself comfortable, but the soreness of the day made it nearly impossible. She would write, nonetheless.

Bakar,

It is the cruelest twist of fate that I only truly start to understand your teachings now that you’ve been gone for three years. How often I scoffed, mocked, and ignored the wisdom you so patiently doled out to me. I wish I could do more than apologize on a piece of paper that you’ll never read. Maybe I’ll do it in person if I ever find your sorry ass, but we both know I’ve never been very good at owning up for my actions out loud. I always hoped you knew when I was sorry, all those times I knew I was wrong but was too proud to admit it. The apology would always be on the tip of my tongue, but I’d rather spit at your feet than say it.

Well, I’m getting mine now, aren’t I? I picked up adventuring, and you were right about it, it truly is sorry work. Muscles I didn’t even know I had hurt, and most of it is watching other people die or nearly die in gruesome ways. It isn’t at all like it’s told in stories and songs, none of them bother to mention how a leg looks when it’s been half chewed off, or how terrifying it is to watch someone succumb further and further to a poison you have no cure. They don’t tell you how young the guards and heroes are, or how they will be cowed by the first blood and then forever scarred by it. You told me, though, I just didn’t listen. I don’t have anything better to do, so I’m going to continue doing this. I guess when all you know is violence and magic, that’s all you can do. Maybe that’s why you never quit, and I won’t either, at least not until I find what became of you.

I’ve met quite a few new folks since I left my sleepy village, and I think you’d hate my traveling companions most of all. How ironic that I have been forced to be the responsible voice in this company that I now keep. They care only for money and are full of pride, speaking mostly of what they deserve for their deeds and of their worth. This town only seeks to survive, and while it has its fill of assholes, there are many kind souls that have offered us shelter and aid. It seems wrong to fleece them for their coin, at least to me. I can only hear your endless fucking nagging when they speak and it’s maddening. I bite my tongue, so I don’t sound like the crotchety old man that you were, but it bothers me all the same, so I suppose you get the last laugh. To seek glory is to seek death, that’s what you inscribed upon my blade. Funny that the more I use it, the more I see its meaning.

Farewell for now, Bakar. I hope wherever you are, you’re sitting in smugness knowing how miserable your terrible student is, but my guess is that you’re just as miserable, that was ever your talent.

Adder

Adder finished the letter and read it once over and let out a sigh that contained the remainder of her worries. This process was a form of venting, she could spill all she felt inside onto the paper and wash her hands of it. She walked to the fireplace and placed the paper within it, setting it ablaze with a small flame from her hand. The paper curled and burned, until it was ash. There was no use into holding onto letters written to a man that was probably dead. Tired and spent, Adder rolled into bed and fell asleep, the call retreating to whispers once more.

[cozy-the-overlord]

Crimson Curls

Summary:  A barista at the Avengers Tower coffeeshop goes missing. Her boyfriend, prominent Avengers engineer Michael Hauer, headlines a desperate campaign to find her, aided by the support of Tony Stark and the rest of the super-powered team. But as Hauer’s narrative begins to unravel, it becomes clear that a certain Asgardian prince knows more than he’s telling.

Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character

Chapter 3: Solace

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Word Count: 4,281

A/N:  Final chapter! Hope you like it :) Thank you so much for reading!

TW: domestic violence

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“Oh, did I mention that I finally convinced my mom to buy a smartphone?” Elaine was chuckling. “She just discovered the world of emojis. Every text I get from her is immediately followed by like twenty different happy faces!”

Laughter erupted up around the small table. Kristine found herself giggling too, despite herself. She almost hadn’t come tonight. She didn’t think the others had expected her to come, either: Curt had invited her with a nervous sort of hesitance that gave her plenty of room to back out.  “It’s okay if you don’t want to come. We totally understand.”

The excuses had bubbled to her lips in an instinctual panic—I can’t, I have plans, I’m not feeling well—but she clamped down on her tongue before they spilled out. Her therapist was always telling her that the only way she could take back control of her life was to trust herself to control it. So, Kristine swallowed her insecurities and smiled at her coworker.

“I’d love to. What time?”

It hadn’t been a perfect night. Old habits die hard, and Kristine found herself looking over her shoulder more often than not. Every time, she’d turn back to the table, feeling stupid. What did she expect to see? Michael lurking behind the bar in his orange jumpsuit? Her fellow baristas had to notice—if there was one thing that this whole ordeal had taught her, it was that she was incapable of subtlety—but they were kind enough not to say anything.

It had been fun, though—more fun than she had expected. Kristine hadn’t realized how little she knew the people she worked alongside. She found herself learning all sorts of things. Curt played rugby on the weekends. Kristine hadn’t even known rugby was a thing in America, but apparently he was in an amateur league right in New York, and went straight to practices after work on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Tasha was a self-titled crazy cat lady, with five felines living with her in her small apartment. She passed around her phone with pictures of the newest kitten, a tiny orange fluffball named Tigger. Elaine was locked in a never-ending struggle with her 63-year-old mother to “introduce her to the 21st century.”

At first, Kristine had felt guilty that she didn’t have any captivating stories to contribute to the conversation. Her only hobby was her art, and there wasn’t much to say about that. I draw people when I’m bored. Certainly nothing compared to Curt’s gripping account of how his friend fractured his neck in a game two weeks ago. But there was no pressure for her to add anything, and slowly, Kristine relaxed, content just listening to the chat.

The couple at the table across from them caught her eye towards the end of their meal. They had been whispering to each other ever since they sat down, looking back and forth between Kristine and their phone screen. She stiffened as they gestured towards her. Getting recognized in public… that was a thing she still couldn’t wrap her head around. She didn’t understand why seeing her made people so excited… it wasn’t like she was a singer, or an actress, or some other type of celebrity. She was just… her. Normal. No different than anybody else she passed on the sidewalk.

Kristine tried to ignore the excited couple and turn back to the conversation, but it was hard with the tell-tale clicking of a cell phone camera to her right. She closed her eyes. Just ignore them. Just ignore them.

The camera shutter soon caught the attention of the others, however. Elaine stopped what she was saying and turned to glare at the other table.

“Hey!” she snapped at the couple. Kristine jumped at the sudden shout. “Knock it off! She doesn’t want pictures!”

The two were stricken. Mumbling an apology, they turned back to their dinner.

“Thanks,” Kristine murmured, eyes downcast. It seemed she couldn’t go anywhere these days without being interrupted by someone. She couldn’t imagine how annoying that must have been for those she was with. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Elaine said. “It’s not your fault that people act like dumbasses around famous people.”

Famous people.

Kristine wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Should she be upset that the whole world seemed to know every intimate detail of her broken life, or should she be honored that they cared? Because they did care—that was maybe the most shocking part of it all. Once she woke up in April, after the whirlwind of finding herself in the Loki’s penthouse room and getting examined by the Avengers’ private doctor team and being interviewed by police investigators for hours, she finally looked at the Twitter hashtags that had been trending while she slept. It was… surreal.

Just saw the news about the blood in the apartment and I’m crying. I want her to be alive so badly, but I don’t think she is anymore. Please, @NYPD, don’t let this monster get away with her murder. #ArrestMichaelHauer #WheresTheBodyMichael? #JusticeForKristine

He controlled her, abused her, and tried to blame her for her own disappearance. Do NOT let him get away with it. #ArrestMichaelHauer #WheresTheBodyMichael? #JusticeForKristine

She’s such a beautiful girl. I hope they find her and that the boyfriend gets what he deserves. #JusticeForKristine

There were thousands of them. Thousands, and not a single handle she recognized. Perfect strangers, rushing from across the country to fight for her.

When Loki had returned with tea, he had found her in tears.

“What’s wrong?” he had asked, rushing to her side by the computer.

Kristine shook her head. “There’s just so many,” she whispered. “I never thought there would be so many!”

After the announcement was made that she had been found, alive and well, she thought the support would stop, but the floodgates had only just been opened. She started getting messages addressed directly to her, from tweets that read like letters to actual letters in the mail. Kristine had never gotten a letter in her life, and yet here she was having to open a special PO box because of all the mail coming into Avengers Tower addressed to her.

She got letters from people who followed the case, people who were so relieved to find that she was okay that they had to let her know. There were people she had never met, writing to tell her that she was beautiful and talented and deserved so much better than the likes of Michael. There were people writing to tell her that they hoped she knew that they would always support her, even if they could never understand what she had been through.

And then there were the people who understood exactly what she had been through. Some days, she found herself reading stories from women she didn’t know that read like pages from her own diary. Kristine had always been aware that she wasn’t the only person with a significant other like Michael—she had seen the PSA’s on television, she knew the words “domestic violence”—but somehow, she had always felt like the only one. Who else in real life was foolish enough to get into such a situation, and who else was weak enough to stay? But there were others.

So many others.

Those letters were overwhelming in a completely different way.

Kristine hid them all away, in a cardboard box underneath her bed in her Avengers Tower apartment. She had been staying there ever since she woke up: Mr. Stark had insisted. She had never really liked Tony Stark. He was fun to draw, because his face was so recognizable, but to her, that was where his merits always ended. Maybe it was because he adored Michael so much: every party she went to, he made a point of telling her how lucky she was that she snagged such a talented man. He provoked a deep bitterness in her chest, masked only by her anxiety. Kristine never had any doubts that if it came down to her word against Michael’s, Mr. Stark wouldn’t even bother to hear her out.

She couldn’t believe it when Loki told her Stark had fired Michael. He had done it early on, too: before the blood and the knife had even been discovered.

“The phone calls?” she whispered hoarsely. “That’s all it took?”

Loki looked at her sideways. “Those calls were horrific,” he said. “He’d have to be soulless not to terminate him after hearing them.”

And then, when she realized that she would have to find a new place to live now that Michael was in jail, Mr. Stark insisted that she stay at the Tower, at least until she found a suitable apartment elsewhere. He told her to consider it his way of apologizing.

“But—you don’t have to—to apologize for anything, sir,” she stuttered, unable to look him in the eye.

Mr. Stark was adamant. “This whole shitshow comes back to me. I hired him, I hired you, he met you because of it. Matchmaker, remember?” He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No, it all comes back to me.”

Kristine wasn’t so sure of that, but she was touched by his guilt. He had even offered to send his Iron Legion to retrieve her stuff for her, but she elected to do that herself, with Loki. There wasn’t much to retrieve: clothes, art supplies, little bits and baubles she had taken with her when she moved to New York.

She froze in the doorway when they first walked in. The floor was as clean as ever, and yet in her mind she could still see the sticky red trail, the sickly warmth seeping down her shirt. It had taken a minute to process that all that blood had been coming from her.

Loki squeezed her hand gently. “If you’d prefer,” he murmured into her hair, in a voice just barely loud enough for her to hear, “You don’t have to go in. Just tell me what you wish to fetch, and I’ll take care of it.”

She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. “No. No. I’m—I’m fine. Let’s go.”

Still, the events of that night played out in her head as she made her way through the apartment. How Michael had been ordering that she quit her job at the coffeeshop. He had been wanting her to quit for a while now, convinced that she was constantly flirting with other men while he was at work. If she loved him, he said, she’d prove it by doing this one thing for him.

Kristine refused. Honestly, her resolve surprised herself. At this point, she had learned that the only way to keep the peace was to cave to Michael’s wishes, but this demand stirred something in her. The barista job was the last thing she had left, the only thing he couldn’t touch. She told him he couldn’t make her quit even if he killed her for it.

She had regretted the words immediately. He lunged at her with wild eyes, that vein popping in his neck. When she tried to call Loki, he ripped the phone from her hands and flung her into the coat rack.

Kristine had scrambled into the kitchen area. She had grabbed the knife in a panic, some half baked idea of defending herself, but he was on top of her before she had time to think, shouting at her and wrestling for the handle.

And then it was in her.

She didn’t feel it go in. Even after it went in, it wasn’t that bad—just a dull stinging in her abdomen that seemed to pulse with her heartbeat. She looked down slowly, dazedly, reaching out to grip the handle buried in her stomach. Michael looked down too, mouth agape. Kristine remembered thinking that he looked like a fish.

She wasn’t sure how she got back into the hallway floor, but Michael was yelling at her again.

“What the fuck were you thinking, going for the knife? Are you fucking insane?”

She was breathing hard, and it hurt more with every breath, sending shockwaves of pain through her body. Blood was dripping down her front. Her blood, she recognized dimly.

That was the scene Loki had arrived at. She didn’t remember much after that.

That moment ensnared her as she stuffed shirts into her ratty old suitcase. Loki didn’t talk about what he saw much, but it was clear from what he did say that he was certain Michael meant to kill her. She supposed she couldn’t blame him—had she seen what he saw, she probably would have drawn the same conclusion. But as it stood, Kristine wasn’t so sure. Maybe he would’ve finished her off, had her Asgardian knight in shining armor not come to rescue her, but she couldn’t forget his shocked fish face recoil when the blade pierced her stomach.

“What were you thinking Kristine?”

Why was she so hung up on this? What did it matter what Michael might’ve done if given the chance? The only important thing was what he did do: he hurt her, he manipulated her, he stabbed her. Wasn’t that enough?

It was enough for him to be arrested. Or… remain arrested, she guessed. Of course, the murder charge was dropped once it was proven that no murder had taken place, but police were quick to smack him with attempted murder and numerous charges of assault and battery. News outlets were constantly reaching out for comment, but Mr. Stark shut them all down for her.

“Ms. Ververs has been through a very traumatic experience,” he said at a press conference. “She has no desire to comment on anything at the moment, and we at Avengers Tower would greatly appreciate it if you all stopped pestering her.”

“Well, Kris, it looks like you’ve made it,” Agent Romanov said to her as they watched coverage from the television in the penthouse. “You’ve got Tony Stark acting as your PR. You can either celebrate or be extremely concerned.”

Kristine forced a laugh. Out of all her new super-powered roommates, the Black Widow was easily the most intimidating. Still, she seemed to like Kristine for some reason. Actually, all of the Avengers seemed to like her. Dr. Banner seemed to enjoy striking up quiet conversation with her, completely unbothered by her inability to get a coherent sentence out when she was nervous. Captain Rodgers was impressed by her artwork, always ready with some new compliment that made her day. Thor never failed to greet her with a smile.

Kristine was pretty sure they were just being nice because they felt bad for her, but she decided not to let it bother her. It made her feel nice too.

They were all outraged on her behalf when Michael took a plea deal. He plead guilty to attempted murder in the second degree in exchange for all other charges being dropped and was sentenced to seven years in prison.

“Seven years,” fumed Loki when the news broke. “He could have killed you, and he only gets seven years. It’s ludicrous.”

Despite popular opinion, Kristine was relieved. If Michael had pled innocent, there would have been a trial. She would have had to sit on the witness stand and face him down as she attempted to tell her story in front of dozens of eyes. Seven years was more than enough for her.

The check was paid, and the group made ready to leave, still laughing and telling stories as they walked through the door. Avengers Tower was only a short walk up the street, so Kristine said her goodbyes and started on her way. She never really went out much after the sun set. It was strange to think that even cloaked in night, the city still was wide awake. The night air sent shivers up her bare arms, but Kristine didn’t mind. She was wearing short sleeves a lot more these days, now that she didn’t have to worry about covering up bruises. It was freeing, in a strange sort of way.

Kristine noticed one of her missing posters taped to the stoplight while she waited to cross the street. The ink had mostly been washed away by recent thunderstorms, but she could still make out the outline of her face, grinning awkwardly at the ground.

It was a really awful picture they decided to plaster across the country. Michael had taken it, the morning after the first night they spent together. Her hair was a complete mess (but then when was it ever not?), and she had that uncomfortable photo smile she wore in every picture ever taken of her. She wasn’t even looking at the camera!—why on Earth had they chosen that one?  

She glanced around for a moment. When she saw that no one was looking, she ripped the poster from the pole and crumpled it into her purse. There wasn’t anything wrong with that. She hadn’t been missing for nearly half a year now, no reason to keep them up anymore. Still, Kristine crossed the street with the feeling in her stomach that she had committed a capital offense.

If her mother could have seen her now, she would have been laughing. Diana Ververs never understood her daughter’s desperate need to be seen by no one. It had been a problem her whole life. There was one time, all the way back in second grade, when Kristine had come home begging her mother to let her dye her hair brown so that she wouldn’t be the only redhead in the school.

At the request, her mom had tilted her head and frowned. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Everyone looks at me!” Kristine cried. “It’s ugly and I hate it!”

“Oh, Krissy, that’s not true!” she said. “They look at you because your hair is the prettiest color in the whole world. That’s why I married your dad, you know.”

The girl hadn’t been convinced. “I want brown hair!” she said. “Like Ashley and Erin.”

“But if you had brown hair like Ashley and Erin, I wouldn’t be able to recognize you,” her mother said, pulling her into her arms. “I’d say, ‘where’s my pretty little Krissy with her red hair?’ I’d be sad and lonely. You don’t want me to be sad and lonely, do you?”

Little Kristine had faltered at that. “Nnnooo…”

“Then you’ll keep your red hair for me?” she asked hopefully, kissing the crown of her head.

“Alright,” Kristine agreed reluctantly. “Just for you, Mama.”

Growing up, it had just been the two of them. Kristine’s father had died in a car accident before she was born, and they didn’t really have any extended family nearby. Kristine had been exceptionally close with her mother, closer than she had ever been with any friends or acquaintances she met at school. When the diagnosis came in, the ground just fell out from under her. What had been simple complaints of back pain was suddenly stage IV lung cancer, and Kristine was dropping out of her master’s program to help her mom through chemo.

Everything spiraled so fast. Within months, she was gone.

While she had been asleep, Kristine had dreamed about her mom. Her dad had been there too: Kristine recognized the diabolical red curls that he had so kindly passed down to her. They had swirled around her in a mist-filled limbo, smiling and singing to her in voices too quiet to hear properly. Kristine had wondered if she was dead. It made sense to her healing-stone-drugged brain: dying young was in her blood, after all. Death and her were old friends at this point, might as well embrace it.

Frustratingly though, her parents remained just out of reach. Kristine cried and screamed and begged, grasping at thin air for her mother’s hand, but she couldn’t quite bridge the distance. It wasn’t until she opened her eyes into the elegant chambers of Prince Loki and felt her groan vibrate in her throat that she realized she wasn’t dead after all.

Actually, it seemed her life might have just begun.

Kristine slid her ID card in the door of Avengers Tower, smiling awkwardly at the night watchman, then swiped it again in the elevator.

So much security. Sometimes, she almost forgot that she was living on what was essentially a government base. The elevator chimed as the doors opened at the top floor and she slipped into the common room.

“Did you have a good time?” Kristine jumped. Loki was stretched out on the couch, legs crossed elegantly, not even looking up from his book.

She raised an eyebrow. “Were-were you waiting up for me?”

“Of course not. Not everything’s about you, you know.” Loki turned the page, but there was a glint in his eye that made Kristine smile.

“Um…” she pushed her hair out of her face. “I think I’m going to make some tea. Want some?”

“That sounds lovely.”

Kristine fumbled around the kitchen as she heated the water, feeling his eyes on her all the while. She found herself stealing glances back at him as well—he just looked so regal, lounging there as if he owned the whole place. She wished she could get away with snapping a picture on her phone, just so she could have something to reference for a sketch later. Kristine had been drawing a lot of Loki recently—after all, she had promised—but she had yet to show any of these portraits to him. The floundering, bumbling part of her was convinced that they weren’t good enough, that he’d hate them. Stupid, she knew—he had nothing but praise to shower on the artwork she did decide to show him, but still she was nervous.

She wanted him to like her so badly. Like them. The drawings. But her too. Kind of. And that was stupid as well, because she knew he liked her. He had saved her life, after all. But even excluding that, Loki had always been so nice to her. Kristine had often wondered if he knew how badly she looked forward to his little visits every afternoon at the coffeeshop, the silly little chats they’d share for a few minutes. And he never stopped looking out for her: even now, months after everything had been resolved, he’d still check up on how she was feeling.

Still, sometimes she wondered. Did he actually like her, or were his actions just out of pity? It was a strange thing to consider, especially given his tumultuous past (imagine trying to explain to the average New Yorker that Loki of Asgard might have spent months being nice to some random girl just because he felt bad for her), but she considered it often, nonetheless. She didn’t know how to feel about it.

Kristine brought the teacups over to the couch. Loki sat up, moving his legs so that she could sit next to him, thanking her softly as she handed him the cup. For a while, they just sat there, sipping their tea in silence.

Finally, though, she found the courage to clear her throat. “Hey,” she asked. “Remember when you asked me to dance at the Christmas party?”

He grinned. “How could I forget?”

“Why did you?” she asked bluntly. Her cheeks immediately flushed red. “I mean—did you—could you tell? That he—Michael and I—that we—”

Luckily, Loki seemed to get what she was trying to spit out. “Not exactly,” he said, stirring his tea methodically. “I could tell that you were unhappy, and that he was completely unbothered by the fact that you were unhappy, and I found that to be concerning. But at that point, I never would have guessed the extent of the situation.”

No. It seemed no one could have guessed the extent of the situation. “Oh,” Kristine mumbled. “Is-is that why you asked me to dance? Because you were concerned?”

Loki raised his eyebrows, turning to fix Kristine with an amused gaze. “I asked you to dance because I wanted to dance with you.” When Kristine stared back at him in silence, he laughed. “Is that so difficult to believe?”

“N-no.” Now it was her turn to focus on stirring her tea and ignoring her companion. “I just… I’m not sure what happens now.”

“That would depend,” Loki said. “What do you wish to happen now?”

Kristine gulped. He had put the ball in her court. Even months later, she still found herself expecting someone to pop up and tell her exactly what to do. But Loki was waiting patiently. This decision was hers.

“I guess…” she started, speaking far too fast. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you took me out for coffee. Not in the Tower, I mean. There’s-there’s a place down the street. Unless you’d like the Tower better, that is. I don’t really care—”

Loki hushed her gently. “I’d be honored to take you out for coffee,” he said. “Would tomorrow morning suffice?”

It took her a full minute for her to fully process what he was saying, but once she did, Kristine couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her lips. “Yeah. Yeah, that would… suffice.”

“Good.” Loki leaned back against the cushions, and silence lapsed around them once more. Kristine hesitated for a moment before following him, shyly resting her head on his shoulder. He stiffened at first, and Kristine made to pull away, but he wrapped his arm around her and held her closer.

She sighed contentedly. She was safe here.

Safe with Loki.

[sheikah]

An Excessively Long Con ofThrones Recap Post!

Hey guys! I haven’t been active for about a week so I hope everyone is doing well. I am just getting home from an excellent long weekend at Con ofThrones 2018 in Dallas. I had a great trip there and thought some of you might like to hear about it :D

This was my second trip to Con ofThrones and definitely my favorite experience there yet. Last year the Con was in Nashville at the Gaylord resort, and this year it moved to Dallas and took place at the smaller Hyatt Regency. I think the smaller setting was a good thing for the event, condensing the panels closer to one another and creating a more communal feel for all of the attendees. 

Perhaps the best thing about this trip was that I got to spend it with one of my best friends and favorite people, Jenn/ @dracarysqueen. We spent the whole week leading up to the Con together in New Orleans so I was a bit wiped out by the time we got to Dallas. But sharing this experience with someone I met THROUGH the Thrones fandom really helped to keep our excitement and energy up. 

On the first morning, Jenn, my husband Alex, and I had a pretty exciting moment. We met one of GRRM’s friends at breakfast! We were sitting at the hotel eating and discussing the show when an older man next to us struck up conversation. After a few minutes he pulled out his phone, said, “Since you’re being nice I’ll do something for you guys,” and showed us a contact in his phone. It was George!!!! He explained how he met him and kind of recapped their relationship, saying that George was actually SUPPOSED TO BE AT THE CON! He wasn’t going to be an “official” guest but he had planned to go and sort of observe what he could, but was suffering from diabetes complications and couldn’t make it. Anyway, this friend of George promised to get Jenn and I signed copies of ASOIAF the next time he sees George, and told us some cool stories about their friendship. He also said this, verbatim, which I was pretty excited to hear: “George has more involvement and creative control than many people seem to think.” And David and Dan “are doing a great job” at writing plot points that we don’t yet have in the books. In other words, he basically confirmed that George has told him that the show up to this point is doing what he wanted it to do and that major plot points are, in fact, the same. This was definitely one of the highlights of the trip and if anyone is interested in this conversation and things he said about George I can elaborate :D

We were also thrilled to meet up with Yara/ @oadara at the Con. We had three of the founding Jonerys fandom folks all in one place and I couldn’t be happier to have met these lovely ladies and spent some time with them in the flesh. 

On our first day we attended some great panels from both cast/crew and fans. The first was a panel on “Targaryen Politics in Post-Dragon Westeros.” There were some interesting ideas presented from the panelists and some great laughs from those who frequently circled back to Aegon the Unworthy and his remarkable reign. Everyone had a good chuckle discussing his disastrous attempts to transport wildfire that ultimately led to the burning of half the kingswood, as well as his impressive virility--he impregnated three women in one night. Overall the panel seemed to come to the conclusion that many of the Targaryen monarchs could not effectively enforce their policies without dragons. But I think that the aforementioned Aegon’s mistakes, culminating in the later Blackfyre Rebellions, might be more to blame for this than the lack of dragons.

After that we went to the interview with Sibel Kekilli, who portrays Shae in the show. She was an absolute delight to listen to and had the audience laughing the entire time. In particular I was pleased with what she had to say because it was so apparent that she was every engaged with the show and with her character. Sometimes when I watch commentary with the cast, like with Peter Dinklage for example, they give the impression that they aren’t very connected to storylines outside their own scenes. In other words, they don’t necessarily spend a lot of time watching the show or thinking about it outside work. But Sibel had a relatable and endearing take on the plot and is clearly still very emotionally invested in Shae’s arc and the show as a whole. She praised Peter as being lovely to work with and told a heartwarming story about D&D that really stuck with me. Apparently when she got the part of Shae she initially turned it down because she was worried that she couldn’t execute it correctly because of her English and some other things that worried her. She then received a long and heartfelt letter from D&D telling her how much they valued and admired her, and how much they believed in her abilities and her work. She said she still keeps a copy of it to this day, in a drawer next to the necklace she wore in her last episode. She also maintains contact with GRRM and celebrates Thanksgiving with him :)

After Sibel’s panel we went to another fan-run panel called “Game of Threads.” This was my favorite fan panel of the entire con. It was run by Hogan McLaughlin, a fashion and costume designer, who was very knowledgeable and gave a really interesting presentation of the costumes from the most recent seasons. He explained the symbolism of all the costumes, with particular emphasis on Cersei and Dany, and how their dramatic wardrobe changes in season 7 signal a shift in their personalities and motivations. He showed close-ups of the most interesting costume details and was obviously (like all of us) a huge fan of Michelle Clapton’s work. He read out some quotes of hers (many of which I’d already heard because I’m a nerd :P) discussing how Dany’s costumes are a nod to her Targaryen roots and how the fur-lined dress shows a closer allegiance with Jon and the North. Cersei’s outfits, obviously, show her growing darkness. The masculine details on her dresses and even her hairstyle are, according to McLaughlin, “militaristic,” which I agree with and think is an interesting observation as Cersei enters a war not only with the Night King but with Jon and Dany as well. 

From there we went to a Jonerys panel entitled, “Daenerys and Jon: Ice and Fire United.” I went into this panel armed for some negativity but it was mostly pleasant. The panelists, for the most part, seemed like pro-Jonerys people. But some of the same critical comments we in the fandom have been hearing for a year did come up. One of the panelists said she saw “no chemistry” between Dany and Jon, while another said that the incest was “icky.” Interestingly enough, it was the two men on the panel who seemed the most defensive of the ship, and Luka Nieto from Watchers on the Wall admitted that he, like the shippers, was happy that Jonerys went canon and wished that we got a better boatsex scene that wasn’t spliced with Jon’s big Targ Reveal. Another panelist mentioned something I’ve been saying myself for quite awhile. The incest “issue” in Jonerys is in reality a non-issue. One thing he mentioned is that it would take generations for genetic problems to surface from Jon and Dany’s union if it were in the real world. But of course, they’re magical people (Targaryens) so we don’t even know if genealogical issues would be a thing at all. What he said (and I agree) is that incest becomes in issue in stories not because of genetic concerns but because of relationship concerns. It’s unsettling to people when a close, trusting, family relationship turns into incest. He actually used Jon and Sansa as an example since they believe themselves to be half siblings. But, as he pointed out, Jon and Dany don’t even know they’re related, so it’s different, and would still be different even if Targaryens didn’t already have a history of incest. He shared my belief that the bigger concern in season 8 will be Jon’s identity, and not the fact that he and Dany are related while also romantically intimate.

Everyone in the room readily acknowledged the inevitability of a Jonerys baby, and seemed excited about it. While there were a couple dissenters, most people also seemed to agree with that and that a possible resulting marriage would prevent Jon and Dany from ever feuding over who has the better claim to the Iron Throne. I was happy to see some panelists acknowledging that it would be wildly out of character for Jon to WANT the Iron Throne, much less to place himself at odds with Dany to get it. 

The only thing I really didn’t like was that all four of them seemed convinced that either Jon or Dany would die. One girl cited Azor Ahai/Nissa Nissa as the reason for this, speculating that Jon would have to sacrifice Dany to destroy the Night King. When Yara pointed out that the words “Azor Ahai” and “Nissa Nissa” have never been mentioned in the show, and that TPTWP and Azor Ahai could very well be different, she seemed to reconsider it. I also mentioned the analysis I read of season 7 comparing Dany’s campaign to Azor Ahai’s forging of Lightbringer. First he tried to temper it in water, and it shattered. Next, he used the heart of a lion with the same results. It was only when he tempered it inside Nissa Nissa, his true love, that he was successful. I brought up the popular theory that Dany’s dragons, or possibly just Drogon, are the new Lightbringer, created with the sacrifice of Drogo and Rhaego. If this is true, we can see Dany using her dragons in her conquest as her own attempts at tempering Lightbringer. First, her forces face resistance in water--the Greyjoy/Martell sea battle with Euron. It’s a failure, just like Azor Ahai. Then, her allies contend with the heart of a the lion’s forces--the Lannisters sack Highgarden and wipe out the Tyrells. Another failure. But Dany’s alliance with Jon, who she loves, and her sacrifice of Viserion to save him, could be what she needed to come into her own as the chosen savior of the realm. The panelists liked this analysis and agreed that it would be too neat and tidy for a direct parallel between Jon/Dany and Azor Ahai/Nissa Nissa. Overall I was glad to see some Jonerys-positive folks, but this attitude that either Jon or Dany (and more likely Dany) has to die, prevailed all weekend in almost every panel and really bothered me. 

After this we went shopping in the marketplace where I picked up some great stuff. I got a Game of Thrones subscription box with a great shirt, a Jaime’s hand oven mitt (lol!), a Tyrell planting pot, and some other goodies. I also picked up some t-shirts from Watchers on the Wall. I want to support my favorite Thrones fansite, after all :) Lastly, I purchased some fanart from an awesome artist who was there selling her stuff on site. The first print I bought probably won’t surprise you...

That’s right, I picked up this gorgeous drawing of boatsex! >:)

But what yall might not know about me is that I’ve got a major and enduring crush on Iwan Rheon. I readily acknowledge that Ramsay is absolutely vile and horrible, but Iwan Rheon in costume is uh... my aesthetic. So I also purchased this snazzy drawing to hang in my office!

This artist actually had several drawings of Ramsay, and even gave me her card with AO3 info to read her fanfics haha. I loved getting to interact with other fans in person this way :)

As we were leaving the marketplace we were lucky enough to run into Sam Coleman (aka Willis/Young Hodor!) and get a photo. He’s really nice and a hilarious guy to talk to as well.

We ended the day with a live debate of the “Most Consequential Death” in GoT/ASOIAF. It went off the rails a bit so I didn’t stick around until the end, but there were some intriguing and some funny candidates. I think Lyanna was one of the more compelling answers, as was Shireen (without whom we arguably would not have Jon’s resurrection!! “Only death can pay for life,” of course) but the frontrunner seemed to be “Todd Stark,” aka the man who was turned into the Night King hahaha.

Our next day started off wonderfully because the first item on our agenda was a photo op with Joe Dempsie. He is, without a doubt, just as handsome in person. Whoa. Like, I’ve looked into the eyes of god and survived ;)

From there we went to listen to a panel from Miltos Yeromelou, who plays Syrio Forel. He’s an incredibly charismatic and fun person to listen to, and he’s had a really unique life in almost every sphere or performance or entertainment. He’s also extremely personable, outgoing, loud, and funny. He kissed every panelist on stage on the mouth at one point and was constantly standing up and demonstrating things throughout his talk. One of my favorite tidbits was the fact that he and Maisie made a pact together when they met and started filming Thrones. Apparently when most actors have sword-fighting or other combat scenes, they don’t even bother learning the difficult choreography and leave it all to their stunt doubles. But Miltos said that he and Maisie agreed to learn their choreography and practice with their swords so that they could be as involved in the scenes as possible. Of course, this absolutely paid off and I love the finished product of all of their scenes together. To this day they are some of my favorite Arya moments!

After that we sat on the panel with Esme Bianco, the actress who played Ros. This was a fun panel and I was excited by her enthusiasm. She remarked, and rightfully so, on the ridiculousness of her costumes--mostly just a belt here or there--and on her costars and more difficult scenes. She was upset that Ros’s death took place offscreen and described how in the shot where her body is revealed (the slow pan across Joffrey’s chamber), she caused them to have to cut and redo it a few times because she kept acting out a death moment when the camera got to her. It was hilarious to hear her describe this haha. She also mentioned Alfie Allen and said that he was one of her best friends on set, which was a good thing considering the nature of their scenes together. She noted that her sex scene with Alfie and the way Ros is sort of funny and has a cocky attitude is something that she’s proud of. 

From there we watched Joe Dempsie’s panel, which was probably my favorite cast panel. He was very down to earth and funny, and he talked about his viral tweet of Gendry rowing that later became the biggest meme in the fandom. He also discussed training with the hammer that he wields in season 7, and what it was like building strength enough to swing it. He said that he would practice swinging a sledgehammer in his garden and probably scared his neighbors because he was doing it shirtless. (Me listening to this: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

He said that he is done filming for season 8 and talked about how emotional it was finishing up on the show, even though he’s been off of it for years. I couldn’t get a read on how he feels about season 8 (no one would really reveal anything, of course) but he did say that it was very sad to finish up, not just because his scenes were over, but because he was watching others wrap for the season as well and everyone is very sad to be finished. 

The only thing that I didn’t like in his panel was when he was asked about Gendrya. Don’t get me wrong: I ship it. And he explicitly stated that he would be open to working that way with Maisie now. But he was clearly very uncomfortable when asked how he felt about the ship because, as he reminded us, he was in his early twenties and Maisie was 14 when they were filming together. I just wish it hadn’t been brought up because it was the only time he seemed reluctant to answer a question. But he did admit that he sees why people ship it and that he’s open to it :) So I’d say that bodes well for their season 8 relationship :D

The night wrapped up with the cosplay contest, and I wish I had photos. But I was too busy drinking and cheering for all that. The winner was a couple cosplaying as Jon and Dany. Their costumes were beautiful, and I especially loved the detailed embroidery on their outfits. Jon’s cape had an incredibly detailed and gorgeous new sigil that combined the Targaryen and Stark sigils! There were also some really creative ideas like someone who cosplayed The Wall and another who was the Harpy of Meereen. While the girl pictured below didn’t win, her gorgeous Myrcella was one of my favorites of the weekend!

Don’t mind that orange bit--that’s just the lanyard for our Con badges. But I love the details on her dress, which she made herself, and the nice touch of the blood from Ellaria’s poison. 

Our last day was a little less eventful. We kicked off with Hannah Murray (Gilly)’s panel. It was a good one, and she gave some great insight into Gilly’s character. She said that for early seasons she made a conscious effort not to smile because Gilly didn’t have anything to smile about. But we can see as the seasons progress that she begins to feel more comfortable with Sam and Little Sam, and to feel more confident in herself. She said that one of her favorite scenes is the one where Gilly and Sam are plucking a goose, and that in that moment we can tell that Gilly is truly happy. She also discussed the scene in season 6 where Gilly and Sam are at Horn Hill and Sam sees Gilly in a dress for the first time. She said that D&D wanted it to be a “She’s All That” moment in which Gilly is beautiful and stunning as she appears in the dress. Hannah said that would be strange and not like Gilly, so she planned to play the scene differently. Conveniently, the shoes she was given with the dress were hard to walk in, and the dress didn’t fit well as it was supposed to be one that was made for Sam’s sister. So the wobbling in the scene that we see was partly genuine. Hannah says she and D&D like the scene better this way because Gilly isn’t flawless and stunning but Sam says, “You’re beautiful” anyway. We get to see that this is how Sam truly sees Gilly, no matter what. I basically cried when she said this haha. 

She was asked if she was honored to be the one delivering the Rhaegar/Lyanna marriage reveal line and she said that she was, and that she did not expect the huge fan reaction that took place after the episode aired. This naturally led to more questions about what that revelation meant, and what other ships she liked in the show. She said that Gilly doesn’t care about anyone else and that she would not care at all about what was going on with Jon and Dany. I laughed and I have to say I agree, even though in my AU fic, Gilly and Dany are friends. She was also asked if she ships Jon and Sansa, to which she made a very confused and disgusted face and said nothing at all. She also said that she thinks that Dany’s relationships with her dragons are “one-sided” haha, so she’s got some pretty strong opinions. But I love Hannah Murray and her performance both as Gilly and as Cassie on Skins and it was awesome listening to her. 

Next up was Tommy Dunne’s panel. He is the weapons designer for the show, and has also done the weapons on many other shows and films including my personal favorite movie, Gladiator. He was a lovable and HILARIOUS Irish man who immediately stole my heart. There are too many cool things from his panel to mention but some things that stuck out: He has done a few cameos on the show, most notably as the man shaving Jon, Robb, and Theon, in that infamous shirtless scene in season 1. He apparently is still made fun of for this cameo hahaha. He also referred to D&D and “the two lads,” and all of my followers should be told that henceforth I will only be referring to them as such lmao. Perhaps the most interesting moment of his panel was the revelation that his favorite episode of the series thus far is one from season 8! I can’t wait to see it :)

From there we attended a fan panel on spinoffs in which we discussed the most likely possibilities for the spinoff series and what will be most successful if done correctly. Most of the audience agreed that it will be something involving Targaryen history. Aegon’s Conquest, The Dance of Dragons, and the Blackfyre Rebellions were the most popular ideas. Someone also pitched Nymeria and the Ten Thousand Ships, which I would personally love to see. But I think Aegon’s Conquest would be my favorite possibility and the most likely one since there wouldn’t be AS MANY dragons to CGI as the Dance of Dragons, but it is still a big enough plot to capture the audience in the same way that Game of Thrones has, and offers many possibilities with the POVs of both the Targaryens themselves and the people they conquer. While most agreed the Targs will be involved, many people, including one panelist, expressed their distaste for this. I was once again annoyed by the persistent Targaryen hate I see sometimes in the fandom, and a guy on the panel pulled out a train whistle, blew it happily, and said “All Aboard the Targaryen Hate Train.”

Unfortunately this seemed to continue into my last panel of the day, which was about Jon and how his story fits Campbell’s 12-part story of the hero. The panel was extremely interesting and detailed and I really enjoyed it for the most part. I also got a kick out of the panelists inviting “Con Snow,” the resident Jon cosplayer, to the stage during their talk. He has many Jon cosplays but his interpretation of Night’s Watch Jon is my favorite. He looked fantastic. 

At the end of the panel, the panelists opened it up for speculation about how the 12 steps can help us predict Jon’s future. At first this led to some interesting discussion. But then, inevitably, we turned AGAIN to rampant speculation that Dany will die. Some of the audience members seemed delighted by this possibility, asserting that she should never be queen, “has only ever wanted power and nothing else,” “has never made sacrifices,” and is less deserving than Jon. The oft-repeated idea that Jon deserves the throne most because he doesn’t want it was seized upon by the crowd, and at this point I got up and left. I’m tired of this idea. It’s frankly the same one that got Trump into office. Why do we believe that people with no interest in politics or leadership would make the best leaders? Experience is a good thing. Passion is a good thing. Dany now has both in spades. And so I suppose the only thing I ended the Con disappointed with was the continued attitude in some sects of the fandom that ambitious women like Dany are a threat. I say ambitious women, because many of the people critiquing Dany’s supposed thirst for “power” (which I disagree with anyway) are the same ones who are still die-hard Stannis fans. So it’s okay for him to make a military bid for the throne, but not Dany. It just felt a bit sad to be someone who supports and enjoys Dany when surrounded by a lot of folks who are either convinced she will die, or simply want her to. I am happy to say that there were some people who spoke up and offered alternative opinions, and for the most part (with a few exceptions of course) everyone was civil and kind. 

Overall the tone of the Con was fun, inclusive, loving, and exciting. I’m happy that I went and hope that I will be able to afford another visit to Con ofThrones 2019, and of course another chance to hang out with Jenn and Yara. In fact, we’re already planning a panel for 2019 :D Being there reminded me again of why I love this story and this fandom, and I hope to create some more content for you guys in the coming weeks as I feel nice and inspired!

[nastyukulele]

The end of the Journal of Benjamin Jackson Callaghan

(WELP, since I’ve seen my first character die in the LxU story, I figured I’d close out my part in his story with a last journal entry and a letter that was never sent to his wife. Benjamin Jackson is the first Callaghan to hit Final Death and the first (primary) character of mine to die during a campaign.

@bloodoflordaeron )

Last Journal Entry

Apparently, these goddamned nazis have some sort of super dirigible type thing. Some sort of airship, called Valhalla or some such nonsense. Ain’t real sure about the details, but from the files we managed to find, looks like it acts like aircraft carrier. Ain’t that some shit? An aircraft carrier in the air? Well, can’t allow that, no question there. Even if it’s nazi engineering, some shit like that, dropping planes from the clouds and all that? Gonna fuck up the Allies lines something awful. We shoved in some sort of, I dunno, computer thing. Gonna be honest, ain’t really my area of expertise. All I did was push a few buttons. Added some thing to the whole project that I think was supposed to fuck it up. Some ‘Zero file’ or whatever. Well, thats not the end of that, but there is more in between that and what we’re heading out to do, so I gotta touch on a few other things first here.

So, after we found this thing all about valhalla or whatever, we were getting ready to leave this crazy nazi science factory. Then that damn nazi fellow, some commander or whatever threatening this nice scientist wizard lady, the one Mort’s sweet on, for her helping us out. Of course, us all being the good guys, we rushed off to her rescue.

Found her in this big factory floor place, all chained up and hanging over an honest to god pit of molten steel. With some wizard lady doing some evil magic shit. Hand to god, I swear that’s what was going on. Krautsberg or whatever his name was was on the other side in that teuton robot thing we fought before I died and became a vampire.

Well, always one for round two, not to mention there was even another one of them lifters there, I revved that bad boy up and drove her up. Not a tank, but definitely the next best thing given the circumstances we found ourselves in. Of course, first plan was to negotiate for the release of our friend and ally, and only let things get messy if we had no other recourse. Well, someone once said that plans never survive first contact or something like that. We got the girl safe, and Mister Krautsenburgen wanted us to do something for him in repayment. Of course, as we were getting ready to leave he decided that maybe we would turn on him and not hold up our end if we took the girl with us. Fair, since he wouldn’t really have any sort of guarantee we would complete his task. He decided to keep the girl with him

Armand, being an honorable and chivalrous chap didn’t take to kindly to that. Neither did that Crowley lass. Was time to throw down and so we did. Big ol’ violent fight, us, that wizard, the teuton thingy and a bunch of those little helmet-gun-robots. Then the flying armored fellows showed up and everything became a mess. Lucky for us we had a big ol’ robot of our own on our side. I managed to ram one of the armored fellows with my lifter, almost took him out. Shot another, almost dropped him too. I was, embarrassingly, rendered unconscious during the battle, but we managed to prevail in the end thanks to our mechanical ally. Even captured that robo teuton suit. I can’t wait to drive that thing around.

We’re gonna be heading into this nazi airfield place next seems like. Deal with that airship thing, make sure it goes down in flames for good. Might try and take the teuton out for a spin. Or that tank I swiped. I’d rather take a look at either of them, try and make sure they are up to snuff. After all, these ain’t good ol’ American machines. Gotta make sure they won’t break down in the middle of a fight. Should probably write to my wife too.

An unsent letter

Dearest Leilah

We’re getting ready for another mission. We’ve had quite the streak of successes. Blow after blow against the nazi war machine. I write to you to inform you of this and so that you can share news that we managed to capture an experimental nazi machine. A variation of tank that ain’t been seen on the field before. And, thanks to us, probably won’t be used against Allied forces. In fact, after we have our tech boys look it over, I plan on using it to wreak havoc against those bastard krauts. Pass this news along to Father, and inform him that, if possible, I intend to include blueprints that he can use in his factory once the intelligence boys give it the go-ahead.

In news unrelated to the combat missions we have been undergoing, we had the free time to visit a local carnival that had set up away from the conflict and the nazis in the forest. They had all sorts of delicious food, a fortune teller, some critters in cages including a tiger. They even had a fellow wrestling a bear. Of course, I took the opportunity to regale my comrades with my story of the time I won a woodland creature wrestling contest against some wolves and two bears. You know, the one I told you on our first date. I embellished it a bit further this time, to enhance the story and even better fit the fact that we were already witnessing a man wrestle a bear in a ring.

Folks in my company seemed to enjoy it, wanted to hear more of my stories too. Shared a few more, and a couple tales about Paul Bunyan, John Henry, all them good folktales from back home. Not all the folks we’ve picked up are American, whole bunch of them are from other Allied nations or local resistance forces. Getting to hear the stories and have some time to relax seemed to lighten spirits. I’ve got another mission soon. Real important this time. I know I always say this, but this one is a real big one. Stopping a major nazi project. As always, I can’t give you any details, just in case some kraut bastard intercepts this letter (if a kraut bastard is reading this: fick dich, du hässlicher kraut mutterficker) but I can tell you that success may turn the tide of the war tremendously in our favor, and failure may mean the jerries stand a chance at almost winning half the war.

I know that with your picture in my locket over my heart I shall succeed though. Ain’t nothing that can stop me as long as I have you in my mind and heart. I’ll make sure to mail you a scrap of the nazi machine we’re gonna bust up with my name etched into it.

Yours forever, Benny J.

[matazz]

My Feelings on Roy Endoza

sooo i wrote this basically after a big thing happened in our campaign. it was basically a way to vent to myself and i never ended up sending it until now. anyway, here’s a couple of ramblings.

It’s Carter and it’s finally getting to the end of Campaign 2. It’s been over a year since Roy Endoza has existed as my character and he’s so different to how I originally imagined him. Anyway, I have a lot of thoughts and feelings so I’ll divide it up into categories. I’m writing this as how I’m feeling so it makes sense its whatever comes to mind first and makes sense chronologically but you can read it how you want but this is gonna be definitely from the most impactful things to the least.

Basically my Thoughts on how I wrote Roy

For starters, he was this unempathetic doctor who stole corpses from hospitals to practice necromancy for fun, and lies about being dead because its hilarious. I eventually evolved him into this gentle guy who adores the people he loves because I decided to give him a boyfriend; Milo Corazon (his name is cute because it means “My Heart”. Roy’s name means nothing symbolic). Milo was just meant to be there to make him have more depth as a character, and that’s exactly what I did. I got really attached to him though, and I came to the realization that I need to seperate Roy from Milo for the campaign to start.

And as tropey as it is, I decided to kill him. And I didnt just want him to die from illness or an accident or get “murdered by a syndicate”. Milo is soft, he’s innocent and gentle and sweetness and sunshines and thats exactly why Roy Endoza fell for him. So I made Roy kill him through the irony of his own necrotic practices.

Since even before the campaign started I’ve been threading it along that Roy is dead. He’s a corpse who was brought back from the gods mysteriously. I even faked being a cleric. It’s a fake backstory I made to counter the real one, and everybody believed it. It didnt counter anything, it made sense.

And even before that, I’ve known he was going to lie and I’ve known he was going to try to use necromancy to bring his boyfriend back and I’ve known he was going to continually lie to keep himself safe.

Basically my Thoughts on Royce

At the start of the campaign he got the letter. An opportunity. He met Fox only a while after his accident and he got attached.. to this lost confused boy who was just as lost as he was. And then we met all of you.

Shortly after, I told Ayce about my “lie” first... and then Ayce had the exact same thing going on and I took it as an opportunity. I saw the opportunities with Roy betraying Ayce and using him. And I thought about how fucking beautiful it would be if they were a romance and how much more impactful it would be if they were. Not only did it make sense with Roy’s motives of finding a way to bring back Milo, but it made sense for Roy and Ayce to “empathise” with eachother after going through “the same thing”. And holy fuck I took that opportunity and RAN with the wind and I’ve not regretted it.

I absolutely fucking adore Royce even for those messed up reasons. It just works. Ayce is absolutely the type of boy that’s Roy’s type. Kind of small and good for hugging, has fluffy hair and a nice smile, a bit cheeky and dumb but still clever and really charismatic.. and the relationship between the necrotic boys and bonding over that was a bonus. It probably would have worked in a universe where Ayce’s life wasnt fucked and Roy chose not to do necromancy. It was sweet and cute and perfect without the angst but it was heartbreaking and tragic and awful WITH the angst. I loved the potential for the love and cute bits and even more so I loved the potential for all the heartbreak and the angst.

Endoza loves Milo Corazon with every ounce of his heart and he was interested in Ayce because it was Ayce that made him know it was possible. Truly, and really possible, to bring back someone from the dead.

I know that’s evil for me as a player to continue this plotline but it made sense in character. Roy was interested. And it was mistaken for romantic interest.

And Roy... didn’t mind. He genuinely loves Ayce. More than he expected to for just a person he was going to use as a stepping stool for his goal (it sounds awful, I’ve KNOWN this). And I as the player loved it.. I loved Royce because not only did I get to attach my character to something else but it just worked so well narratively. It was unexpected and it was beautiful and it was tragic and I’ve known that the honeymoon phase of Royce was only going to last for a few months before it collapsed into this deep well of never turning back and yet I kept pushing and chugging for this relationship to happen bc I really wanted the drama that I knew would come along with it (also it just WORKS narratively)

Basically my Thoughts on The Gods / Being a Champion

To be honest I’m unsure how none of you ever found my story to be bullshit when Roy himself never had faith in the gods. He has absolutely no relationship with his god and he only used them as a stepping stone for his lie and it worked, even though I messed up so many times and admitted I never trusted them.

Which.. why would Roy trust a God who doesnt know him at all? Or even more so, if the God supposedly knows “everything about Roy” yet didn’t attempt to stop Roy on his endeavour of necromancy despite being heavily against necrotic magic. Or why the Gods who are so against necromancy would choose a boy who was bought back to life and a necromancer himself. It was silly and Roy thinks the gods were stupid in their choosings.

In his mind Roy believes that the gods have no power. They’re weak and that’s why they make people to their gritty work, because they can’t do it themselves. In his mind, Roy doesn’t quite believe everything their saying. Roy Endoza doesn’t care about about being a champion, but he’s curious...

Beshaba was obviously wanting the keys because of their immense power, so he thought that maybe he can use it for himself. Unlock a power that nobody else has or could, use it not for anyone but himself and Milo. He wasn’t on anyone’s side. Neither the gods or Beshaba. He only wants to save his loved ones and himself even if it meant committing blasphemy.

The first time I ever talked to Lathandar he was already so far down the rabbit hole. Roy already had no respect for the gods and was going through with his plans anyway, so his god trying to talk him out to it just felt like a massive joke to him. Why do you care now when you never cared before?

But yet I asked him questions anyway. To use him, to find out more. I asked him about the magic readings and I asked him about the keys and I asked him about the world beyond Sanctuary and I asked him about Beshaba.

All to find out that the gods are.. basically inefficient and that they were evil once. That beyond sanctuary they were corrupt and then they suddenly “grew a conscious” (Roy finds it hard to believe that people, even Gods, can just “stop being corrupt”) and when they got embarrassed of their actions, closed off the rest of the world. They do nothing except sit and let their champions do things and are scared of Beshaba; one God vs the four of them. But why are they scared when they have collective power and the keys? They could banish Beshaba themselves with their power alone. This is why Roy doesn’t (and has never) believed in what the gods stand for. He is only using them, and the only reason he stayed was because of Ayce and Fox.

As I’m writing this, it’s just after the Gala episode. I’ve put my heart and soul and emotions into Roy so a part of my kind of has a distaste for them too (I’m so fking sorry Keiran but theyre just so lazy I cant 😭)

Anyway, it's weird. I've been playing this entire campaign knowing that everybody puts their entire faith and trust into the gods but I just never have.. (or at least Roy doesn't so it's hard for me too). I'm really only following them to benefit myself, and that's exactly what happened but I can't help but feel like Beshaba might actually be trying to save us from this prison of the world they've made (or something poetic like that). I guess I also just think it's because it might be cool that the main villain was the good guys all along and we were the bad guys. Maybe it turns out that I'll be wrong, and I won't even be mad for it. But maybe I'll be right and I'll be the smuggest bitch in the world. Who knows what will happen.

I guess some insight on how I feel abt Roy and the PCs

I guess it doesn't really matter bc at this point in the campaign I've already made my actions and set myself as a villain. Whether or not you guys see me as one is a mystery and I'm both dreading and excited what your pinions on Roy will be as he's made his downfall into a villain.

It's funny, to be honest. With the way I wrote him, I always was going to make him progressively more hatable. He starts off as a trustworthy guy but you eventually find out that he was lying about his past to cover up for himself. He breaks the trust of the players and he uses them for his own progressive goal. But when I wrote him, I thought playing a character like this would be hilarious. I've played him exactly how I imagined, even better than I imagined, but I didn't think I'd feel so attached and heartbroken breaking your trust.

I think for the entire campaign I've believed that it was possible to save him.. maybe just talking to him and getting him to open up a bit more. It might have made all the difference. I'm not blaming my actions as Roy on the players not helping him, bc it definitely was Roy's fault, but I like to think of the alternate universe where I felt less lonely bc despite having friends and a boyfriend there was so many points where Roy just feels so alone and I just felt this deep pit in my chest from that lonliness. It's so dumb and stupid how much love I've put into Roy that I can feel what he feels.

And so all that fighting after Solardome when our friends got kidnapped, all the arguing and the stress and disagreements and then eventually Fox leaving and Ayce not interacting.. it was all just little pieces of sadness and loneliness trickling down and then by that point it was just too late to save him.. I like to think that maybe if it was a bit earlier then he could have got over it. Changed his mind, maybe.

Despite that all and desite feeling stressed and lonely and mad and everything that Roy ever felt, I've absolutely loved writing and playing this genuinely good person and seeing him turn rotten and become a villain on his own without realizing it. I never thought I would ever write a character go from the top and fall to bedrock, or even that I'd do it

well

, but he's so much. I think right now I love it. I love the drama I love the suspense and I love seeing what you'll all think of when you discover the Fall Of Roy.

Basically my Thoughts on Miss Winters

So the campaign moves on and I meet Miss Winters pretty shortly and we make a deal to "Discover How To Bring The Dead To Life". It was shortly after I met Ayce so I was aware it was possible. Roy absolutely had nothing to lose at this point, and he would do anything so he said yes. So for the duration of the campaign we helped each other trade information and most importantly look for a spirit stone.

At Solardome, the President Medeanne asked us to eradicate the witch and her skeletons and provide proof. And Roy wrecklessly put himself at the forefront without thinking. At that point I thought maybe she had lost her mind or something.

And then we unmasked her and she was dead. A rotted corpse.

And after making you all leave; I killed her.

Roy Endoza’s never had difficulty putting down the undead and so one more wasn’t a huge deal, but at the time it felt like such a loss because it was his only connection to information. In the end, it hadn’t of mattered because we retrieved a spirit stone anyway.

It was really only about a session or two later when I realized that I never actually killed Miss Winters. I only killed the corpse she was controlling and that real Miss Winters ran off with two spirit stones.

And so it took a LONG time (or at least in real time lmao) before we ended up going back to Origin, which was the only place I knew where to contact her and she was.. gone.

[blackkudos]

Della Reese

Della Reese (born Delloreese Patricia Early; July 6, 1931) is an American nightclub, jazz, gospel and pop singer, film and television actress, one-time talk-show hostess and ordained minister, whose career has spanned six decades. She has also appeared as a guest on several talk shows and as a panelist on numerous game shows.

Reese's long career began as a singer, scoring a hit with her 1959 single "Don't You Know?". In the late 1960s, she had hosted her own talk show, Della, which ran for 197 episodes. She also starred in films beginning in 1975, and included playing opposite Redd Foxx in Harlem Nights (1989), Martin Lawrence in A Thin Line Between Love and Hate (1996) and Elliott Gould in Expecting Mary (2010). She achieved continuing success in the television religious fantasy drama Touched by an Angel (1994–2003), in which Reese played the leading role of Tess.

Early years

Della Reese was born Delloreese Patricia Early on July 6, 1931, in the historic Black Bottom neighborhood of Detroit, Michigan, to Richard Thaddeus Early, an African American steelworker and Nellie (Mitchelle), a Native American cook of the Cherokee tribe. Her mother also had several children before Reese's birth, none of whom lived with her; hence, Reese grew up as an only child. At six years old, Reese began singing in church. From this experience, she became an avid gospel singer. On weekends in the 1940s, she and her mother would go to the movies independently to watch the likes of Joan Crawford, Bette Davis, and Lena Horne portray glamorous lives on screen. Afterwards, Reese would act out the scenes from the films. In 1944, she began her career directing the young people's choir, after she had nurtured acting plus her obvious musical talent. She was often chosen, on radio, as a regular singer. At the age of 13, she was hired to sing with Mahalia Jackson's gospel group. Delloreese entered Detroit's popular Cass Technical High School (where she attended the same year as Edna Rae Gillooly, later known as Ellen Burstyn). She also continued with her touring with Jackson. With higher grades, she was the first in her family to graduate from high school in 1947, at only 15.

Afterwards, she formed her own gospel group, the Meditation Singers. However, due in part to the death of her mother, and her father's serious illness, Reese had to interrupt her schooling at Wayne State University to help support her family. Faithful to the memory of her mother, Deloreese also moved out of her father's house when she disapproved of him taking up with a new girlfriend. She then took on odd jobs, such as truck driver, dental receptionist, and even elevator operator, after 1949. Performing in clubs, Early soon decided to shorten her name from "Delloreese Early" to "Della Reese."

Musical career

Reese was discovered by the gospel singer Mahalia Jackson, and her big break came when she won a contest, which gave her a week to sing at Detroit's well-known Flame Show Bar. Reese remained there for eight weeks. Although her roots were in gospel music, she now was being exposed to and influenced by such famous jazz artists as Ella Fitzgerald, Sarah Vaughan and Billie Holiday. In 1953, she signed a recording contract with Jubilee Records, for which she recorded six albums. Later that year, she also joined the Hawkins Orchestra. Her first recordings for Jubilee were songs such as "In the Still of the Night" (originally published in 1937), "I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm" and "Time After Time" (1947). The songs were later included on the album And That Reminds Me (1959).

In 1957, Reese released a single called "And That Reminds Me." After years of performing, she gained chart success with this song. It became a Top Twenty Pop hit and a million-seller record. That year, Reese was voted by Billboard, Cashbox and various other magazines, as "The Most Promising Singer." In 1959, Reese moved to RCA Records and released her first RCA single, called "Don't You Know?," which was adapted from Puccini's music for La Bohème, specifically, the aria Musetta's Waltz. It became her biggest hit to date, reaching the #2 spot on the Pop charts and topping the R&B charts (then called the "Hot R&B Sides") that year. It sold over one million copies, and was awarded a gold disc by the RIAA. Eventually, the song came to be widely considered the signature song of her early career. Reese received a Grammy nomination for her 1960 album, Della and then released a successful follow-up single called "Not One Minute More" (#16). She remained on the Billboard Hot 100 chart with the songs "And Now" (#69), "Someday (You'll Want Me to Want You)" (#56) and "The Most Beautiful Words" (#67).

In November 1960, Reese appeared in advertisements in Ebony magazine for the newly launched AMI Continental jukebox. Reese recorded regularly throughout the 1960s, releasing singles and several albums. Two of the most significant were The Classic Della (1962) and Waltz with Me, Della (1963), which broadened her fan base internationally. She recorded several jazz-focused albums, including Della Reese Live (1966), On Strings of Blue (1967) and One of a Kind (1978). She also performed in Las Vegas (Nevada) for nine years and toured across the country. Reese continued to record albums in the following decades, receiving two more Grammy nominations in the gospel category for the album Della Reese and Brilliance (1991) and for the live recorded album, My Soul Feels Better Right Now (1999). Motown singer Martha Reeves cites Reese as a major influence and says she named her group The Vandellas after Van Dyke Street in Detroit and Della Reese.

Television and film career

In 1969, she began a transition into acting work which would eventually lead to her greatest fame. Her first attempt at television stardom was a talk show series, Della, which was cancelled after 197 episodes (June 9, 1969 – March 13, 1970).

In 1970, Reese became the first black woman to guest host The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson. She appeared in several TV movies and miniseries, was a regular on Chico and the Man and played the mother of B. A. Baracus in The A-Team episode "Lease with an Option to Die." In 1991, she starred opposite old friend, Redd Foxx, in his final sitcom, The Royal Family, but his death halted production of the series for several months. Reese also did voice-over for the late-1980s animated series A Pup Named Scooby-Doo. In 1989, she starred alongside Eddie Murphy, Richard Pryor and Redd Foxx in the theatrical release movie Harlem Nights, in which she performed a fight scene with Eddie Murphy. Reese appeared as a panelist on several episodes of the popular television game show Match Game.

Television (and podcast) guest appearances

Reese has had a wide variety of guest-starring roles, beginning with an episode of The Mod Squad. This led to other roles in such series as: The Bold Ones: The New Doctors, Getting Together, Police Woman, Petrocelli, Joe Forrester, Police Story, The Rookies,McCloud, Sanford and Son with old friend Redd Foxx, Vega$, Insight and two episodes of The Love Boat. She also had a recurring role on It Takes Two opposite Richard Crenna and Patty Duke, three episodes of Crazy Like a Fox, four episodes of Charlie & Co. opposite Flip Wilson, 227 with best friend Marla Gibbs, MacGyver, Night Court, Dream On, Designing Women, Picket Fences, That's So Raven and The Young and the Restless. She has also been featured (by proxy) on the McElroy family Dungeons and Dragons podcast, The Adventure Zone, after a magical, kickass deity was named after her.

Touched by an Angel

After coping with the death of one of her best friends, Redd Foxx, in 1991, she was reluctant to play an older female lead in the inspirational television drama Touched by an Angel, but went ahead and auditioned for the role of "Tess." She wanted to have a one-shot agreement between CBS and producer Martha Williamson, but ordered more episodes. Reese was widely seen as a key component of the show's success. Already starring on Touched by an Angel was the lesser-known Irish actress Roma Downey, who played the role of case worker Tess's angel/employee, Monica. In numerous interviews, there was an on- and off-screen chemistry between both Reese and Downey.

The character of Tess was the angelic supervisor who sent the other angels out on missions to help people redeem their lives and show them God's love, while at the same time, she was sassy and had a no-nonsense attitude. The show often featured a climactic monologue delivered by the angel Monica in which she reveals herself as an angel to a human with the words: "I am an angel sent by God to tell you that He loves you." The character of Tess was portrayed by Reese as down-to-earth, experienced and direct. Reese also sang the show's theme song, "Walk With You," and was featured prominently on the soundtrack album produced in conjunction with the show.

During its first season in 1994, many critics were skeptical about the show, it being the second overtly religious prime-time fantasy series, after Highway to Heaven. The show had a rocky start, low ratings and was cancelled 11 episodes into the first season. However, with the help of a massive letter-writing campaign, the show was resuscitated the following season and became a huge ratings winner for the next seven seasons. At the beginning of the fourth season in 1997, Reese threatened to leave the show because she was making less than her co-stars; CBS ended up raising her salary. Touched by an Angel was cancelled in 2003, but it continued re-running heavily in syndication and on The Hallmark Channel. Roma Downey said of her on- and off-screen relationship with Reese:

"She's very wise. She's very loving. She can be a little gruff at times, but she's always adoring and adorable. I lost my mother when I was very young, and during my whole adolescence and into my twenties, I'd been looking for a mother figure, and I really think I can say with absolute truth and sincerity that I feel that I finally found her in Della Reese."

Downey later also said:

"I think I'll just always remember the feel of her neck against my cheek when she hugs me and the love I know that she has for me and the love that I feel for her and the love that she has for God. To know Della is to know that she loves God."

Personal life

Reese's mother, Nellie Mitchelle Early, died in 1949 of a cerebral hemorrhage. Reese's father, Richard Early, died ten years later. Reese had an adoptive daughter whom she acquired from a family member unable to care for her, named Deloreese Daniels Owens, in 1961. Owens died on March 14, 2002. It was never released whether she died from suicide or from implications stemming from pituitary disease. Reese said about the painful experience, sharing her frustration with the lack of awareness and knowledge of pituitary disorders,

"When it happened, I thought, 'It's such an odd thing to die from,' because pituitary problems aren't something you hear about. It makes it harder because you don't understand what happened. It seemed so strange and hard to explain. It still is, to be honest."

In 1952 Reese married factory worker Vermont Adolphus Bon Taliaferro, nineteen years her senior, and adopted the stage name Pat Ferro for a week, before introducing her current name - though sources differ as to whether this was after the failure of the marriage, or simply a show-business decision.

A second marriage ceremony, on 28 December 1959, to accountant Leroy Basil Gray, who had two children by a previous marriage, was kept secret for some time. This marriage either ended in divorce or was annulled on the basis that Gray's previous divorce was invalid.

Reese appears to have been briefly married to Mercer Ellington (who was then her manager) in 1961, before this was annulled due to Ellington's Mexican divorce being ruled invalid.

In 1979, after taping a guest spot for The Tonight Show, she suffered a near-fatal brain aneurysm, but made a full recovery after two surgeries by neurosurgeon Dr. Charles Drake at University Hospital in London, Ontario. In 1983, she married Franklin Thomas Lett, Jr., a concert producer and writer. In 2002, Reese announced on Larry King Live that she had been diagnosed with type-2 diabetes, but didn't come as a surprise considering what she ate and what her diet consisted of, as well as her weight. She loved cake, especially chocolate. She became a spokeswoman for the American Diabetes Association, traveling around the United States to raise awareness about this disorder. In 2005, Reese was honored by Oprah Winfrey at her Legends Ball ceremony, along with 25 other black women.

Reese was ordained as a minister through the Christian New Thought branch known as Unity, after serving as the senior minister and founder of her own church, Understanding Principles for Better Living. The "Up Church" is under Universal Foundation For Better Living, a denomination of Christian New Thought founded by Rev. Johnnie Colemon, a close friend of Rev. Reese-Lett. In 2014, the IRS Criminal Division began investigating the disappearance of nearly $2 million from church banking investments, as well as very questionable/misappropriation of church funds and not paying church employees their earned wages. They currently meet at First Lutheran Church (www.firsting.org) in Inglewood, California. In her ministerial work, she is known as the Rev. Dr. Della Reese Lett.

On July 6, 2011, Reese celebrated her 80th Birthday at the Catalina Jazz Club in Los Angeles, California. In 2015, a Golden Palm Star on the Palm Springs, California, Walk of Stars was dedicated to her.

On August 29, 2016, nearly two months after she celebrated her 85th birthday, Reese was said to be in failing health, as she uses a wheelchair, following two serious brain surgeries. She also admitted about her suffering from diabetes, "My life is at stake," she said. "I don’t have type 2 diabetes — type 2 diabetes has me." Reese is not wheelchair bound, and tries to avoid using one often because it could make her condition worse. Prior to attending the ceremony to honor her former co-star and long-term friend, Roma Downey, who herself, received a Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, years after her mentor, she also admitted (after collapsing on the set of Touched by an Angel) in 2014, contributed to her diabetes, after years of eating her old, nightly snacks of fried chicken, potato chips, ice cream, candy bars and cola, who was very frustrated because she didn't do anything to prevent her health, when she did the best she could to control her disease, "With diet, exercise and medication, I took control of my diabetes," she stated. "I lost 20 pounds and lowered my blood sugar from between 275 and 300 to between 67 and 110." After her last appearance on Signed, Sealed, Delivered, she had retired from acting.

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Awards and nominations

Awards

1994: Hollywood Walk of Fame: 7060 Hollywood Boulevard – Television

1996: Image Award for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series – Touched by an Angel

1997: Image Award for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series – Touched by an Angel

1998: Image Award for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series – Touched by an Angel

1999: Image Award for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series – Touched by an Angel

2000: Image Award for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series – Touched by an Angel

2001: Image Award for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series – Touched by an Angel

2002: Image Award for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series – Touched by an Angel

Nominations

1960: Grammy Award – Don't You Know

1961: Grammy Award – Della (Album)

1991: Grammy Award – Della Reese and Brilliance

1997: Emmy Award for Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Drama Series – Touched by an Angel

1997: Screen Actors Guild Award for Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Drama Series – Touched by an Angel

1998: Emmy Award for Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Drama Series – Touched by an Angel

1998: Golden Globe Award for Best Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role in a Made for TV Series – Touched by an Angel

1998: Screen Actors Guild Award for Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Drama Series – Touched by an Angel

1999: Grammy Award – My Soul Feels Better Right Now

2000: Annie Award for Outstanding Individual Achievement for Voice Acting By a Female Performer in an Animated Feature – Dinosaur

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CanvasWatches: The Dragon Prince (Season 2)

Well, this is back. And since the last season I’ve… (rereads last season’s review) failed to continue the grand Digimon rewatch.

Welp. I need to get on that.

Adopted a dog since then! So that’s nice.

So, general mood after seeing the second season: it’s a good example of media that really makes me want to create something amazing, but feel somewhat lacking in being able to do so. Or, like, play D&D.

It’d make a good D&D campaign.

The animation quality improved. Besides a few jitters in the first couple of episodes, it’s gotten a lot smoother. Character writing remains super strong. On the negatives, most of the nine episodes felt like our heroes were spinning their wheels as far as physical progress goes. Meanwhile, Team Dark keeps stealing the spotlight.

However, it’s overall a positive increase, so I’d bump the ‘Skippable’ rating of last season to ‘Give it a glance if you have time’. Keep building, The Dragon Prince! I believe in you!

The weakest character ‘faction’ (IE, the subgroups that get individual plots) is, unfortunately, our main heroes (who we’ll label Team Escort). Their stories focus on the emotional growth of Ezran and Callum, and while they accomplish the goal of reaching the elf half of the continent by the end of the season, visually they’re mostly in three places: the Moon Sanctuary they reached at the end of the last season, a ship taking them over a body of water, or a cave at the edge of a town. Rayla also took a secondary role this season, which is fine since she carried a lot the last season, but it’s still worth noting her passive role.

Meanwhile, Amaya, the stand out of last season, appears twice near the start of the season, and in a flashback story, but doesn’t have many dedicated scenes. They do solidly confirm she’s deaf, though.

Team Dark (Soren and Claudia) had the moral conflict plot this season. They catch up with Team Escort, and suddenly have to come to terms with their father’s secret orders: kill the princes and prioritize the dragon egg. In an honestly amazing use of secret keeping, both Soren and Claudia eventually are honest with one another in meaningful ways and just as soon as maintaining secrets no longer made sense. They also express reluctance about fulfilling the terms, and individually abandon the missions with good explanation.

Because, and this is something I love, they’re both friends with Callum and Ezran, and aren’t as pragmatic as Viren.

At the Moon Sanctuary, time is also taken to fuel the potential of the Claudia and Callum ship by showing that, yes, Claudia is receptive to the idea.[1]

Which brings us to Team… Viren. Viren is a team of one, so no fun name for him. He’s trying to figure out what’s up with a magic mirror. The answer: there’s a dude in there! A starry elf dude! And he’s going to teach Viren a spell![3] Viren is hesitant, because he doesn’t know much about the elf, so that makes sense. Plus, Viren needs to run his various ‘take over the kingdom and wage war on elves’ machinations.

Which go oddly south. Despite the implications of the last season, Viren didn’t just casually snag the regent crown. There’s a council that’s very much not onboard with that, and Viren explicitly has no authority. He’s running on charisma and bluster, which runs out by the end.

From my poking around on Tumblr, Viren doesn’t seem popular. Which is unfortunate, because Viren is a great morally-grey villain.

In fact, the whole cast is great! Clear motivations, well established cause-and-effect, and no one makes a dumb move for the plot. There’s a hundred small missteps that build up into the big problems we face now, but the show establishes the motive behind each misstep, and you can’t blame any one.

Heck, Big Bad[4] Viren and Big Good King Harrow both share a character flaw: they’re overly self-sacrificing. The difference is Viren has a hierarchy of who’s important, while Harrow is treats everyone the same. Which means Harrow will sacrifice the lives of his own citizens for lives from another kingdom, while Viren will sacrifice a few lives for someone he feels is needed.

Viren also placed the lives of King Harrow and the Queens of Duran above himself. Because Viren doesn’t view himself as important.

Viren is tool towards his own vision of a greater good.

Which makes an amazing character.

Viren is only trying to take over the kingdom because he believes they’ve run out of better options. He doesn’t want the throne, but he thinks no one else can be effective there.

Back to Team Escort: Callum had to sacrifice his arcane focus to hatch the dragon, Zym, so he’s feeling glum being unable to do magic, and all the magic aligned beings in his vicinity are just like ‘Nay, tha’s eet, laddie. Nae mo magick fer yeh!’ But Callum remains resolute!

Team Dark tracks them down at the Moon Sanctuary, and suddenly face their inevitable moral dilemmas. Rayla, being suspicious girl, doesn’t trust them as Soren tries to assassinate Ezran and Claudia tells Callum that, yup, Harrow’s dead.

But Callum and Claudia had a date, so good on them!

In the end, Rayla proves her suspicions with the help of illusion magic. So that’s sad.

Team Escort heads further East, and need to charter a ship over an inland sea. Callum hires a double eyepatched pirate with a snarky parrot, and the two just steal every scene they’re in. Team Escort rides the ship for the middle third of the season and Callum gets some exposition from a letter Harrow left him as Viren gives the same exposition to a council of the five kingdoms.

By the way, there’s five kingdoms, and Viren needs their help to declare war. Three of the monarchs agree that, well, if that’s what everyone else wants to do, I guess they could.

Number five is a child queen who fired her regent and is just like ‘Sell me on this Viren’.

Viren tells the story about how her parents came to Harrow to help feed their people during a harsh winter, and Harrow decides ‘Cool, let’s share the pain! Sacrifice our people to save our neighbors!’ While Viren is like “No, sire, that’s dumb.” and Harrow’s all ‘I hear what you’re saying, but I’m going to do it anyways.’

And then Viren figures since Harrow’s dedicated to this, he might as well look into a mutually beneficial solution. Which involves the heart of a magma monster.

Which is why the two kinda need each other. Harrow had the moral backbone to make hard decisions, Viren had the will to support and pivot big dumb moves into better big dumb moves.

Queen Sarai thinks murdering a magma monster’s not the best idea, but Harrow is kinda bullheaded (but well meaning!), and she supports her husband anyways.

Conflicts ensue, Queen Sarai and the Child Queen’s parents die in the attempt, and the lesson Viren tries to impart is sometimes sacrifices must be made.

The Child Queen then declines to declare war on the elves. Because there’s a difference between sacrifices forced by external forces and trying for the greater good, and sacrifices because you’re the aggressor.

Then the other three monarchs fold.

So Viren goes home and summons magic assassins to spur the other kingdoms into action. Practical, if kind of evil. Also, the royal council is mad Viren called the council of kings and took the title of regant without permission. Such Drama!

Viren ends up striking an allegiance with the mirror elf, and then Viren gets arrested for treason.

After crossing the giant inland sea, Team Escort moves to a cave where they spend the rest of the season. A dragon’s posturing around a nearby town, and upon the arrival of Team Dark, Soren decides it’s time to slay a dragon!

Soren starts a fight with the dragon, property damage ensues, Claudia uses magic to wound and ground the dragon, and they end up releasing the tracker Amaya sent after Team Escort last season.

Callum finally informs Ezran about Harrow’s death before Team Escort goes and involves themselves with the Dragon conflict.

Team Dark (and assistants) bind the dragon down, Team Escort free the dragon, Callum does some dark magic, and the dragon sends Soren into a boulder and turns him into a quadriplegic!

Which is harsh for a kids show, and emotionally breaks Team Dark. Soren’s happy to have an excuse to not kill the princes, and Claudia’s upset that her brother’s this hurt and is a bad poet.

Callum then falls into a fevered state due to using dark magic, and has dreams where he must reject dark magic (boo!), and eventually unlocks the ability to do wind magic! He’s an Airbender!

Ezran runs off to think, the tracker catches up with Rayla and Callum, and some exposition is shared there.

Ezran meets with Claudia, and the two have a heart to heart that’s adorable. Ezran then helps Claudia find magic ingredients, but not the ones Claudia told him.

She kills Bambi for a surge of life magic, and uses it to get Soren to his feet.

So here’s my problem. The main mark against dark magic is that it’s done by sacrificing life (mostly bugs and body parts). However: meat. Humans eat meat. Animals eat meat. Nature often swirls around extinguishing life and, especially for humans, using parts of the dead to sustain themselves and make various processed goods. But because it allows humans to do magic as well, suddenly extinguishing life is an unforgivable sin?

Dark Magic seems fine! I can’t actually back up it just being straight bad. Viren’s use of it is bad, yes, but so is feeding someone blowfish liver. There’s not enough cause to call the tool evil over its use. And Claudia used it to heal!

Team Dark is innocent, dang it! Adjust your narrative and, like, add a parasitic, earth killing  and salting element. Unbalance the scales.

Ugh.

Anyways, Ezran decides to go home as Rayla and Callum go to deliver Zym to his mother.

Ezran is revealed to have a psychic connection to Zym as the two parties go separate directions and Rayla and Callum cross into Xadia and into a cliffhanger of meeting a scary desert dragon! Oh no!

So this season is an improvement on the last. Moral complexity is increasing, but in a child friendly way. The world’s expanding, and it’s not afraid to upset the status quo. I’m excited for the third season.

Still, more backdrops for Team Escort, and maybe a few filler episodes for fun and character growth would be good to see. But The Dragon Prince is good now. Watch it when you have time.

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[1] Rayla and Callum is the inevitable ending pair, but pretending Claudia has a chance will still be fun. She’s a fun character.[2] [2] Also, neither are Sexy Lamp characters! Rayla and Claudia have defined personalities and goals outside of romance! Good writing! [3] Had Aaravos been aligned against Viren, I would’ve used this as an extended joke where he teaches Viren how to do a sleight of hand trick. Disappearing a coin or a card trick. Not right for the story, but something I need to remember for my own work. Just a sage dude messing with the villain with pranks. [4] Well, until the end of season...

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hurt. Part 4

Uuugh I’m such a dum dum about deadlines, especially since this is my favorite chapter of this story! This makes everything else make sense!!

Anyways, here’s the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading this series as much as I enjoyed writing it! Next I’ll start uploading a few xReader stories I’ve written.

Series title: hurt.

Chapter title: Part 4

Word count: 2,963

Previous: https://ntgforever.tumblr.com/post/169210842364/hurt-part-three

“We had both lost ourselves, and we were hurting in a way we had never hurt before. There’s no greater pain in the world…I ask you, what would you have done?”

-Data Riku, Kingdom Hearts Re:Coded

a brief note to the kid,

if you find this…i’m honestly surprised you can read. but, what i’m more surprised at is that this is the route you chose to take.

you got curious. you wanted all the truth this world could give you. i don’t blame you for that. plenty of people are curious. but…

to go out of your way and destroy everything? that’s, uh, pretty rude.

and it’s not like one campaign wouldn’t have given you the exact same answers.

you don’t know what i’ve seen. lives not just ended, but torn apart, just because you wanted to know everything.

mettaton. alphys. undyne. naptsablook. the lady in the ruins. …papyrus.

these names meant something to you once. sometimes when you go up against someone, or when you go into a certain room…i can see it on your face.

so i gotta ask…was it worth it? ripping everything you knew and loved to shreds over and over just for some answers to unknown questions?

normally when i judge, i go by the philosophy that every person is hardest on themselves. this time, though, i know that’s not gonna work.

you wanted answers? you’ve got them.

meet me in the final corridor. your little flower friend is there with me.

It’s way past time we finished this.

This was new.

This was new.

My smile grew to the size of the crescent moon as I read the letter over and over again,  soaking in every little word, imagining his voice, hearing each and every lilt and break in his tone. Even on paper it seemed to drip with emotion and judgement. I could kiss that paper, I really could.

The task at hand would be so much more interesting this time.

Trying to rush as best I could, I collected both keys and tore the chain away. I had wondered where that flower was before, but now I didn’t care if he was alive or dead. Without that meaningless distraction, I could see what was in store without having to pretend to care about anything else. I was so giddy for the oncoming slaughter, I had the vague notion to run up to Sans and tell him I loved him. He had changed his routine, just for me! What a sweetheart.

The hallway seemed endless, but I knew my journey was close to over when the vast city appeared in the background. Here was where I decided to stop and check my inventory, making sure everything I needed was there. Let’s see…of course, the locket, and the knife. What else would you use for this fight? Then, yes, the Instant Noodles, the Legendary Heroes, and the Bscotch Pie were all there as well. All in perfect quantities.

Then I had a thought. Should I have picked up something else? This time I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. I couldn’t pace myself like normal. I would have to learn all of his attacks all over again.

Oh, well.

That’s what made the game so much fun.

Besides, it’s not like he really had any power over me. All he could do was inconvenience me for a time, and even then it was very much a worthwhile inconvenience. Just to be able to see his face…

With that thought I exited the items menu and made my way down the long hall to what would be the most thrilling conclusion to any adventure yet. Mettaton, that darling performer, would probably adore it. Drama! Emotion! Bloodshed! It’s a wonder he didn’t broadcast up to this point.

I took a brief moment in the final corridor to eventlessly write over my save and take one deep final breath before facing my opponent. My mind buzzed with the thousands of possibilities, that smiley trashbag being the rulebreaker he was. Could he have stolen the six human souls? Did he and Flowey team up after realizing I would keep destroying the world? Did he enlist the help of the amalgamates? There was only one way to find out.

I proceeded down the beautiful, sunlit hall, a lively spring in my step…

Then froze.

My eyes widened with fear, and tears began to well up in my eyes and spill over. The silver instrument in my hand clattered to the floor. I stumbled back a couple steps. My breathing quickened. My mind hummed. My face went cold and pale. God, in all my years, no one had…

What had…

When did…

Why…?

Sans stood directly in front of me, eyes dark and sad, a plucked flower in one hand, and in the other…a gleaming knife held to his throat. I stood there like a statue, afraid to move, afraid to speak, afraid to think.

“so this is what it takes to get you to listen, huh?” He started in a voice more dejected than I thought was ever possible.

I gulped, but the lump in my throat wouldn’t go away.

“S…” I started, but couldn’t finish.

“don’t give me that fake mercy.” He growled so low that I couldn’t get the feeling of it out of my ears. Then he softened. “after all the times you and i’ve been through this i should know how it all goes. i pretend to spare you, you pretend to spare me, and we both just end up killing each other over and over.”

The slight movements and changes that would normally excite me now drilled painfully into my skull, giving another burst of adrenaline when his hand or his wrist or his head moved a certain way. I made a small, involuntary guttural sound.

“this time, though, there’s just no point. you’re gonna destroy the world, then bring it back, then destroy it again. it’s an endless cycle, and there’s nothing i can do to stop it. so i thought i’d make it a little easier for you. well wishes, kiddo.”

The grip on his knife tightened.

That was all it took. Suddenly, everything collapsed. Suddenly, my vision had cleared. Suddenly, the shapes and statistics I had gotten used to became…became people, became lives, lives that I had destroyed. I let out a loud cry from the core of my being, like a creature in torturous pain. He stopped in his path and looked at me with a glare.

“what? gonna try and squeeze some sort of truth out of me? Or do you just want to finish the job yourself?” He asked with bitterness in his voice. “asgore will just as easily give you the execution points you need.”

I groaned and begged and pleaded like an injured puppy. No words would come to me. Of course they wouldn’t. This was important. Words never came when it was important. Hot tears ran down my face and dripped to the floor, and I prayed they’d be my explanation. He looked away.

“if you’re wondering, yeah, the blasters are stolen, and papyrus can use ‘em too. the karmic retribution is due to me being a judge, and it affects you exponentially. gerson taught a few people how to attack on your opponent’s turn. the machine in the lab was a project of the royal scientist before alphys. blah blah blah. anything else, ya little freak?”

It was like he wasn’t seeing me! Come on! Move! Do something! Don’t just stand there and gawk like some idiot!

...God, this was all my fault.

The fact that we were here like this was all because of me. Were it not for me and my dumb, selfish experiments this wouldn’t have crossed his mind. I knew from the very start how this was going to end. Everyone would die by my hand because no monster can ever dream of stopping a rampaging human, and no monster has the gall to absorb any of the souls. I could’ve figured that out on the True Pacifist route with enough forethought.

Why was I even doing this anymore? For the hell of it? I couldn’t even pinpoint my own motive anymore, where it had been so easy to pinpoint others’ motives before.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to beg. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and snot all over the tile. I wanted to repent. I wanted to start over.

I wanted to die.

“yeah, that’s what i thought.” He said coldly, resetting the grip on his knife. As he went in for the kill, all of my emotions barreled out of me. Not in a whirlwind, not in a great fire, not in an earthquake, but in a whisper as soft as the oncoming night.

“Please, Sans. Please don’t.”

It wasn’t until later that I realized I had stepped forward and grabbed his wrist. All I felt was my knees hit the cold, hard tile, and something equally as cold and hard press involuntarily against my forehead.

“Please, Sans, please don’t, Sans, please.”

I felt him struggle against my grip, trying to pull away, trying to end it all. I…I couldn’t go through this again. It had hurt before. It had hurt immensely. But this was too much. This was too much. Too much.

God, I had done this to Alphys too. And Naptsablook. I didn’t want to think it was real before, but now I couldn’t get the image out of my head. They had both witnessed the death of their loved ones. They had both felt just this hopeless. They had both decided it just wasn’t worth it anymore. The dripping tears had turned into a river.

“Please, please, please, Sans, don’t. Please. Don’t. Please.”

they had a pretty tight hold on my wrist. without strength at first, then with some effort, i tried to tug it out of their grip. this was disgusting. here they were faking some sort of mental breakdown when i was handing them everything they wanted on a silver platter. you would think the brat would be little more thankful than that. not to mention they were getting snot and tears and literally everyone’s dust all over me. gross.

couldn’t they just let me get it over with?

what was it that they wanted?

what had gotten into them all of a sudden?

I continued to beg him mercy, but as time went on he didn’t stop struggling against me. He was so determined to go through with this. I wasn’t sure what more I could do to stop him. I had already caused him so much pain…what could I do? What could I say that would change the mind of a being like him…?

Slowly my sobs turned into a low wail that grew in volume and pitch as time went on. Despite my best efforts, his struggling actually increased.

“what the hell. what kind of a play are you putting on.”

He kicked me in the stomach, hard. I fell over onto the tile, then curled up in the fetal position, ignoring my depleted HP entirely. After a few more seconds of watching me lie there and scream, he turned me over onto my back with his foot.

“look at you, you’re a mess. pick yourself up, goddammit.” He growled, annoyed. But I was beyond the stage of really listening.  “you’ve got your answers, flowey and i are out of the way…what more do you want?!”

My screaming started to erupt hiccupping sobs when I saw him staring down at me with those suddenly wonderful eyes. I weakly reached for his wrist again, to no avail, then rolled over and sobbed onto his slippers, gripping an ankle.

He was silent for a long, long time, long enough for my tantrum to turn into hopeless, cold hiccups and blank but reddened eyes. His judgmental eyes still stared at me coldly, waiting for me to pick myself back up and let him finish. But I wasn’t about to do that. Every second passed was another second of life he was granted, and I would grovel at his feet forever if it meant he would live another moment. At this point I just kept whispering “please” over and over again, the last shred of determination in my body still holding onto that thought.

honestly.

what the hell.

this blubbering and carrying on was just pathetic now. i’ll admit, it was pretty convincing. the monsters who couldn’t remember would easily fall for this every single time. after everything this little demon has put us through, though, there was no way i was going to believe any of it.

for about the fourth time i considered just finishing the job right then and there, but it was obvious the kid wanted something. i couldn’t take myself out of the picture until i gave it to them. otherwise, they’d be dissatisfied and just keep coming back again and again.

but what was it?

i wracked my brain over and over for an answer. that little flower had talked of power, and of answers, and of fun. i made sure about a thousand times over those were there. but humans…or, whatever this kid was, they couldn’t be human anymore…they had different needs than that soulless husk. the thing that got me was the fact that they weren’t trying to take it for themselves, but waiting for me to give it to them. normally they would force it from me or undyne or whomever they were facing. so what was so important that i give to them that they would carry on like this…?

i kept coming up with nothing for what seemed like forever. if i couldn’t come up with an answer, we’d be here until the end of time.

wait.

until the end of time.

those were the exact same words i used when…

…

i looked up for a second, in disbelief that such a thing could be possible. when i looked back down, however, i saw the child in a new light. they seemed…small. vulnerable, somehow. they didn’t even have that knife in their hand. that clattered to the floor the moment they saw me, and lay abandoned on the tile a good seven paces back.

…god. get it together, sans! who are you kidding with this crap?!

but the thought was in my head, and it wouldn’t leave.

i looked at the kid a third time. not only were they groveling on the floor, they were holding onto my ankle as if they were about to lose the most important thing in their life.

wait.

…

there had been a theme, i found, throughout this run. whenever someone major would get killed, the person left behind would suffer immensely, enough to leave everything behind for the sake of seeing their loved one again.

first papyrus had been killed and, well, here i am.

then undyne was struck down, and alphys hung herself shortly after.

mettaton came next. napstablook was nowhere to be found afterwards.

the only people left now were the kid and i. here i was, about to take my life, about to give them everything i thought they wanted…the thought was insane. but history repeats itself, and it was the only option that i could come up with that made any sort of sense. beyond any emotion, beyond any logic, beyond any theory, this was the truth.

but i still wasn’t convinced. not entirely, at least. i would have to check the telltale sign that i relied on most…

Again I got the notion to tell Sans I loved him. That was what I should have done from the very beginning, at the end of the Pacifist route. Mettaton. Alphys. Undyne. Naptsablook. Asgore. Toriel. Papyrus. Sans. Everyone. I should have told them how much I loved them. I should have never reached for that RESET button.

It was too late now. Even if I did manage to force it out, he would never believe me. I couldn’t stop this from happening. The most horrific death imaginable would be all my fault.

But then the unimaginable happened. Wordlessly he knelt down next to me, then roughly squished my face with two skeletal fingers and turned it towards him. I stared at Sans with renewed fear. He stared back at me with dark eyes and cold resolve. Then he softened and dropped me onto the tile, staring off. Silence for one, two, three…

their eyes…something in them had changed. there was definitely fear there, but a different kind than what i had seen before. this wasn’t a fear for themselves, but a fear for someone else. for...me.

…

history had repeated itself.

they really were begging for my life.

they had repented.

“well, papyrus. how do ya like that. you were right all along.” If that wasn’t the most choked-up version of his voice I had ever heard. A couple tiny sounds came immediately afterwards, then ceased. Did he just…?

Before I could even finish the thought he had me pulled into a tight embrace. I took a few moments to process this, then reciprocated. Somehow my chest managed to have out a few extra sobs, these of relief. He sighed slowly in response.

“it’s alright, kid. i ain’t goin’ anywhere. not if you don’t take us there.”

I understood what he meant, and I swore to myself and to him and to God it would be so. The RESET button appeared with a slow flash of light just in front of me.

“let’s make this the last one, okay? no more hurt.”

My hand reached for that precious beacon of hope.

“No more hurt.”

[ulyssesredux]

Sirens

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Crooked Hillary Clinton. Farewell.

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Inauguration, 11 million more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all watching take place today at Trump Tower! Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump are on a new phony kick about my supporters will go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. ’ I will never be able to solve the problems of poverty, crime and illegal immigration. Hope she's over. The polls are looking good. Low sank the music, air and space in John Glenn. I. Lyin’ Ted & others are allowed to run. Ternoon. Yes, her gaze upon a page: No, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all twinkling, linked, all women. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just can't get votes I am making a very decent man, Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge.

Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie, admiring, descanted on that. Why do they think they hear. Wait. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a winning mission according to new book, which has a lot?

I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the Star of David rather than terminate. Dollard and Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it. Suppose. Why the barber in Drago's always looked my face when I win the Electoral College is much time left. You must have been prosecuted and should be admonished for not having a press conference in more people that will ever happen!

No, that's noise. I could. Speech paused on Richie's lips. Hee hee hee. It buzz, it is. Organ in Gardiner street. Mere fact of music shows you are. Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a bosom and a pin cuts lo. What? Trousers tight as a people w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the door of the United Nations will make education a far more than all others.

Trousers tight as a fiddle only he has to live, your other, hearing.

I could not see. Organ in Gardiner street. Songs without words. Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. Empty vessels make most noise. Lager without alacrity she served.

Never forget that night. Bloom said. All ears.

Follow.

Amen!

Wow, just can't get any worse. Good news! Believe. Enjoy! Yes, gold by the churchyard he had heard the hoofirons, steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn. —Which air is that my full support!

—Ay do, Ben. To keep it up. —So sad! No son. Six sharps? Tap. I wanted to see, he said. I will be meeting with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a bird, it held its murmur, hearing: then laid it by, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to laughter after laughter. She did not, the first, at Gorey all his life had Richie Goulding. That fellow spoke.

Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with wilful eyes. Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, her lips had trilled. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax!

I can get started early, Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know much especially how to win. From the rock of Gibraltar all the more. Unless you catch hackers in the Iveagh home. Pat is a better place because of trade made its own, you had some luxurious operacloaks and things there. #InaugurationDay #MAGA We will bring jobs back where they belong! He sighed aside: He's killed looking back.

A throstle. Come. —How do? —It's them has the greatest alacrity, miss Kennedy. He drank and strayed away. The super Liberal Democrat in the Feds! Decoy. Interesting how the U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted which take me completely out of control, and their bosses knew I would have thought.

She looked. He see.

Big Ben his voice unfolded. High, a sip, sipped, sweet tea. Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio onehandled Nelson, reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as stated by Bernie S, she said. It now turns out to be president. Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely the keeping of my race.

Semigrand open crocodile music hath jaws.

There was.

From day one I said pro-TPP pro-war pro-TPP pro-Israel of all. Last night in the air, found it again. O, welcome back, pipe in hand. Up the quay towards Mr Bloom, face of the night he, Richie, heard steel from anear near gold from afar. Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the skirt of his muse. The media is very special!

There was a lovely song. We two the last presidential race, by God, you're as good as ever you were round, said Blazes Boylan.

Bloom soon old. Like you men. Alf Bergan will speak to the border. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that the Affordable Care Act Obamacare is a waiter hard of his supporters.

Can you ask? Bronze and rose.

She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, a flush struggling in his pale, to her tea, grimaced and prayed: For your what? Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding sail, return! As said before. Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom, face of the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!

American must now get very tough, very Happy New Year to everyone celebrating in the world but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. And Prosper Lore's huguenot name. Where are the people, has done in Senate?

Miss gaze of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures.

She looked fine.

What is he: All gone. Best value in Dublin. People don't want to #MAGA!

Wise Bloom eyed on the stool.

Come!

Today is the biggest budget increase in Obama first mo. Know what I said that Crooked Hillary, we would all be much better! Come. Are you off?

My words were unfortunate-the system is rigged against him. There was no-one. #CrookedHillary If I net five guineas with those ads. Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street paid for by lobbyists! Religion pays. They always know. Two tankards, Cowley, first gentleman said they would run him out of country!

Lyin’ Ted Cruz talks about the American People. Tap. Hee hee.

Understand animals too that way.

The State of Colorado never got to come, don't you grow? Thanks awfully muchly. This election is over! I know it!

The F-35 program and cost is out of control. Mournful he whistled.

Call it what it is completely false!

Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs? She waved about her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. Why didn't these people vote? Crime is out of earshot. —I could see his face, though. Jingle. Alas the voice rose, by voting for me? General Keith Kellogg, who does not win this case as it sounds.

Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. I saw.

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham endorsement. Crooked Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.

Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary Clinton may be adding to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now it is. She looked fine. One plus two plus six is seven.

Maunder on for a prince. Give him twopence tip. Never forget that night.

Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider.

Pray for him a yard long. Wires tapped in Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. for the powerful, and a half glass of whisky.

Wow, the shopgirl dared to say he had not prayed. —Martha! Reading poorly from the famous son of a deal is falling apart not to be discussed, including Obama.

Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his family, on energy, on bounding tyres. Just made a speech when it stops because you never know exac. —Listen!

Damn her. He, Mr Dollard? Ay, ay, Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with an organ like yours.

Tup. VERY dishonest media. We will do but she did not believe. Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Suppose. No, said Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her. With a cock. Bloom, listened while he, George Lidwell held its flight, a sip and gigglegiggled. Krandlkrankran. Never forget it. Towncrier, bumbailiff. She longed to go.

Numerous patriots will be fun! There was.

Nobody else can do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees. Here there try there here all try where. I wanted to see her skin askance in the tank for Clinton! She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, choking in tea and laughter, shouting: And kicking. Last tip to titivate. Sitting at home than victories abroad.

Musing.

In Bloom's little wee.

Soon I am asking the chairs of the wild wet west who is totally rigged! Sonnezlacloche! Bloom followed bag. The journey begins and I will sign the first, the largest numbers in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a nice thank you! Leopold cut liverslices.

Innocence that is. Happy Passover to everyone! —By Jove, he said. Don't let me think of him or I'll expire. By rose, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling.

Get up. Fair one of his calls. Tap. Clock clacked. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now telling the truth about our very big country, is a winner! Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear. Just copy out of.

Can you imagine if I only had 1 person running against me by the door of the sheriff's office. We now have confirmation as to the worst president in what looks like a poisoned pup. She held it to my surprise, and run as an independent! Dear Henry wrote: it will excite me. So excited. I have to accept the results of VoteStand.

Well, I don't want to solve some of the night he, miss Douce said.

Henry.

If the Republican Party.

Rupert Murdoch is a hoax. Remember when the two themselves. That he now poised that it brings all states, including healthcare. All talk, no way have a big vote on me.

Fake media not happy in your face. Polls close, but the Republican nomination at 9:00 A.M. today, miss Douce said eagerly: O greasy eyes!

Lenehan came forward.

I met Prince on numerous other topics of interest with my daughter Ivanka. Two kindling faces watched her bend. Crooked Hillary is being rigged by the curb and stopped. Come on, said she is the sacred right of all. Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell.

But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has still. Miss Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear. Senate for taking the first note. Blank face. Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear, to in no way have a good memory.

Wow, just like her email lies and fabrications! Should have put on coldcream first make it brown. What?

By deaf Pat in the dumps till she began to lilt. With bows a traitor servant. Good man, Mr Bloom, I remember the old dingdong again. Crooked Hillary will approve the job killing TPP after the results and look to look at the last 24 hrs.

Litigation.

You know how. Thanks awfully muchly.

Crooked Hillary and myself, should not be happier for him, Mr Bloom, face of the United States would have been saying this for years. Order. Big Ben. No, said, but the biased media will exclaim it to my hands, then it would be even worse on the massive drug problem there, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, awake, to: to, die. Mirror there. Enjoyed her holidays? Bill Clinton and the U.S.A.G. Mr Dedalus said. 'Tis the last minute.

He murmured that he now struck. The Club For Growth, which asked me for the Presidency. Bore this. Tap. Can anyone explain this? Tap. It throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Milly young student.

Too bad, but, just like we will, Ben, Mr Dedalus said.

General H.R. #Debate Bernie Sanders says, she should know, must prove she is going on, Simon Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his fight for justice, equality and opportunity. We are talking to himself or the Air Force One on the Tap. Were flying the Mexican flag. Hypnotised, listening, by Wine's antiques, in oceangreen of shadow, eau de Nil Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of gold. Lip blow. Today we lost a great time in Nice, France. Wire in yet? Tap.

Two together nextdoor neighbours. Hawhorn.

Please, please, and then we continue to fill out the dibs. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. The hall.

Tempting poor simple males. A rough night for Ron Estes, easily winning the race so that the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. A little time. Better, said Lenehan, till you hear the words. Thanks you for the veterans and the total mess she is all. Pat is a BAN. Nothing found. Well, so high that it will excite me.

Horrific incident in FL. Yellow, black lace she wore. Ruin them. Stop. Like I said LEAVE will win!

Yes, it is now being joined by the media pile on against me by the window, watched, bronze and faint gold in contrast glided. Martha! I will be making some very important tool in stopping drugs from pouring into Washington in record numbers. He's on for a swill to wash away her bad judgement and a liar!

Calmer now. Wait while you wait. A symposium all his life had Richie Goulding.

O, Mairy lost the string of her. He can't sing for tall hats. No-one here: Goulding, Collis, Ward ate steak and kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate. Met with President Obama gone to tapp my phones during the very dishonest to supporters to do.

So true! He puffed a pungent plumy blast. Puff after stiff, a very successful candidate than he knows about himself. Wish I could. Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get votes I am truly enjoying myself while running for president prior to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes.

Pensive who knows? The endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders are tearing American families apart. Will be having a general election. It just never seems to work on, Ben, Simon, singer, laughed. Way he looked that. It is music.

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham, who spent heavily & predicted victory! Stock Market has posted $3.

Goddess I didn't I wouldn't ask. Trained by owner.

Made all of the earth. Steak and kidney pie. He sat on: warm.

Good timing, I would have benefitted.

After with Dedalus' son.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to say she. Knock on the very sacred election process.

A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration and border security-big problem!

House! The race for president, knows nothing about me. Words? Chips, picking chips off one of the wild waves saying?

Explain better. When will the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary-but we are transferring power from one Administration to another, or my campaign. Miss Kennedy. Tuning up. In sleep she went to him. He had no wedding garment.

Just met with courageous family of Sarah Root in Nebraska. Clockhands turning. Good jobs are coming out all over. I will terminate deal.

Wonder how it first struck him. It is not in place, the ridiculous standard of the race so badly but wasn't chosen because she is used to support border security and safety within the Orlando club, you can knock a tune out of our country are amazing-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Miss Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear. The Croppy Boy.

She bent.

Very short and lies, and all big roseate, on the information they had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in Keogh's gave us the win than anticipated in Arizona. Throb, a disaster from which Ohio has never tried to shake me down for the people of Indiana. Soft word.

Job killer! Pat. Custom his country perhaps.

—F sharp major, Ben. The chords consented.

Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Big rally in Cincinnati is ON. —No.

With him would he speak a word. She nobly answered: M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved about her, plappering flatly: O saints above! If Cory Booker is the nominee of one of greatest ever. To wipe away a tear. —Yes. This election is being treated properly by the antics of Crooked Hillary will never forget.

Wish I hadn't laughed so many jobs we can give up. #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat, return. The keys, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben, I must be consequences-perhaps loss of Nykea Aldridge. Do you remember? Sad! Want to. He fingered shreds of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Instruments. —And your other, signals to each other: lure them on. I'm coming. Our military will be in jail! Because the acoustics, the Hillary Clinton.

Are you not happy that he, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear.

Debate. Gold in your pocket, brass in your face. Thank you for your reading enjoyment: REASONS TO VOTE FOR DEMOCRATS by Michael J. Knowles. Naminedamine.

Nannetti's father hawked those things about me at 12:00 P.M. When will our so-called judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who does not. No way! —Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes. Alone. Horn. With whom? Ow.

Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton likes to talk. Tremendous crowds expected! Pwee! I hope everybody can go out and vote! Don't let the fake media tell you that there are four people in Germany said just before the end was the only one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Brave. A total disgrace!

Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his mother's rest he had gone to play. Go quick.

Bloom, to her.

Notes chirruping answer. I had a gorgeous, time. They come at you from all sides. Praying for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead does not say is that they heard. For men. O, miss Kennedy. Cloche. Republicans are actually, in octave, gyved them fast. Make you buy what he wants to sell. I remember. How can this be happening as I deal on N.Korea etc? Can you ask? Yes, bronze from anear?

A good thought, boy, to her tankards waiting. O'er ryehigh blue. With him would he be? Very, Mr Bloom said.

But do. At Passage was his body laid. By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by Barry's. God, you're as good as ever you were.

Douce Lydia. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Silly man! Boylan with impatience. Father Cowley. Crooked Hillary will not be seen.

Asked. Only the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. This will be making a major speech on terror.

Stated today by the Democrats speaking about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS put out an ad? Pores to dilate dilating. #BigLeagueTruth I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. We had to do so! 2 weeks, I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all. And I from thee—I could not see. —Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her face against the very important decisions on the terrorist attack, is WRONG! The Clarence, Dolphin. Dem pols said no. Smack. She has bad judgement & insticts.

Doesn't half know I'm. Embedded ore. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! What she did not mind. —I plunged a bit, said miss Kennedy advised. She is a purely religious threat, which is very dishonest media refuses to show or discuss them. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.

They want it. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now.

A man. Yes, it twanged. Music hath charms. Low.

Hoarsely the apple of his supporters by endorsing pro-life and against Planned Parenthood & Ocare! Tap. That was a big gasp when the two themselves. She did not happen!

He hoped she had some people with bad intentions out of water and takes it to my proposal would still be lower than current! Miss Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear. She gave her moist a lady's hand to his ear for him. Stay safe!

Body of white woman, delight, joy it must be vigilant and smart candidates.

Yes, bronze and rose sought Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the terrorist watch list, to greaseabloom.

Last rose Castile of summer left bloom felt wind wound round inside. Look what's happening! She's passed. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the silent bluehued flowers. Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. All of my Commander-in-Chief presentation were great! False reporting, and two and nine. From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. Admiring. Car companies coming back to Japan. —Got the horn or what? The lower register, for your president? Ben's fat back shoulderblade. I could not see.

Miss Douce halfstood to see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments.

Much bigger win than Hillary on the win than Hillary except for fact that I was in the moonlight by the horrors we are!

—My ardent soul Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Bloom? Miss Douce, miss Kennedy cried. And flushed yet more you horrid! I could not see. —And leave it to my many supporters acted and threatened people like Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that enslave women and murder gays. Will you ever forget his goggle eye? A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all. —He's killed looking back. The U.S. is looking very bad MS 13 gang members. Walking, you know. Old Glynn fifty quid a year. Bending, she couldn't say. Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times. She is a total disaster! Clapclap. Of sin. Pat in the coffin coffin? He asked. McMaster National Security Advisor. Two weeks before the end of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that he knew the fix was in today?

Good voice he has still. At Geneva barrack that young brat is. While I am going to Indiana! But when was young? Her temperament is bad! If he doesn't he should drop out of earshot.

Pwee! Whether I choose him or I'll expire. —Charmed my eye Singing. With look to the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer. But had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap that wallops the big day planned in New Mexico, now they're saying that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. And flushed yet more you horrid! Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. Written. Avowal.

I saw. Horn. Last tip to titivate. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. Tap. On. Will be going back tomorrow, to greaseabloom.

Bernie!

He droned in vain. Sweets to the millions of votes. —Dollard, was Mr Boylan in while I was forgetting Excuse—And leave it to be.

Means something, language of flow. Pompedy. Had me decked.

Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now. Now in the corner? Decoy. Tee dash ar most courageous mariner. Spend more time doing a great wall on the next week. Miss voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. I have known for a swill to wash it down, a sip and gigglegiggled. Look at the holy show I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. Do, do, they listened. Very racist! Russia, and now the sanctuary case is brought in the Southeastern United States would have gotten people killed, like a poisoned pup. Tenors get women by the beerpull, bronze, they begged in one.

She answered, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe.

Tap—Very, he mused, I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him for that. Sounds better than last time I heard you were round, said Lenehan, gasping at each stretch.

Asked more eagerly.

Say half a crown. I was imitating a reporter. All is lost.

Look forward to being in Nebraska last week. His last term as Secretary of State. Night Live hit job on me. —Come on to blazes, said, on energy, on jobs, no, no ideas, no ideas, no jobs. Isn't this a big deal, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number five Eden quay, and court dresses.

Bothered, he did not, we will then terminate NAFTA. Failed to the etherial bosom, by satiny bosom, high crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Tom Rochford—Come on, blast you! Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that he forgot that he knew the name you. Quick. In the gods of the O'Madden Burke. There?

Play on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party can unify!

Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.

—Lablache, said Lenehan, drinking quickly.

Good voice he has a lot including S.C., media will find a good memory.

He never heard since love lives not a farthing.

Fff! My country above the king. We two the last 2 weeks, I am working hard, even with bad intentions, can come together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. Religion pays. All trio laughed. Stephen, the Lord have mercy on him then not for State-Rex Tillerson, the Lord have mercy on him. Believes his own lies. All lost in all his bad moves?

He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them hold that fellow with the F-18 Super Hornet! Might be what you like, till you hear. —O!

Trails off there sad in minor. Come!

We should charge them SAME as they charge us! Letters read out for breach of promise. How can she run? Bloom? He asked. Walking, you had some luxurious operacloaks and things there.

Lot of ground he must have been executed in large numbers. Good, good to hear the time, is it? Fellows shell out the episode was on tape? Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat.

My heart & prayers go out to vote in two states, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. Prior to the Supreme Court has embarrassed all by heart.

Smack.

It gets brown after. They can't manage men's intervals. —All is lost in all. —But wait! About, wheedling at doors as I deal on Syria-so do voters! But had to knock out 16 very good man, respected by President Peña Nieto. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you know better. Better, said miss Kennedy, of course it's all pom pom very much what they call da capo. Bore this.

Ted & others are copying me.

They drank cool stout. We cannot continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we may not have done Look forward to my hands, she has to live like the Spanish. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear. While I believe that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S.

Before.

The tuner was in today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night the big election defeat and the press shop for Hillary Clinton. Why aren't people looking at and using the f bomb. Serious bias-big rally. Dodge round by Greek street. The name was familiar to him. Hufa! Dollard. I feel so lonely archly miss Douce's lips that all is lost. We need unity & leadership. O, she had nice weather in Rostrevor. Beauty of music I often wanted to tell you too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all for his lips, at Gorey all his life had Richie Goulding said. Sonnez! I gave.

Pat. I will be watching from North Carolina, in sun in heat, heatseated. The media and the Collard grand.

Alas the voice rose, by the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the future of the economy very badly. Delayed.

It is music. Kidney pie. Cheap. I've gotten to know him well—he's a greatly talented person or politician. Hee hee hee. News conference at 11:00 A.M. Four more years of incompetence!

Rebound of garter. But Bloom?

As long as he played. Goulding listened. Threw herself back across the bed, screaming, your other eye. Early voting today; election next Saturday. It clanged. Now! Must be a great two days of very productive talks, Prime Minister Abe of Japan, and outright lies, and all delighted. —I knew he was worth.

—What's that? A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration policies will drive down wages for all he can tell them to go to D.C. on January 20th 2017, will be making a big success. Four more years of Obama & Clinton, who played a voluntary, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on bread and water clean but always remember that the Democrats-the system is totally rigged. Not yet.

My wife, Melania, he said.

So.

Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, raised, drank off his chalice brisk away, grasped his change. Should have been thankful for the gander.

Not yet. Her phony Native American in order to marginalize, lies! A beautiful funeral today for a larger venue. Doing his level best to say that he will wait while they wait. Four? Beat Crooked H? The bag of Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. And gold flushed more. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat brought pad knife took up. Dodge round by Greek street. Pat, waiter of Ormond. Quotations every day in Virginia. Bloom sang dumb. Crooked Hillary e-mail lies, in sun in heat, heatseated.

Loud. Means something, language of flow. Eyes shut. Watch Wednesday!

And leave it to China in unprecedented act. Notes chirruping answer. —Buccinator muscle is What? This is the chant. —Who may he be? Thank you Hawaii! In came Lenehan. —Come on, Simon. I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Baja, Mexico and the U.S. charges them nothing or little. Today we lost a great time in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me!

With faraway mourning mountain eye.

Kidney pie. —She was a racist! We’re going to beat a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren has been divided for a very good shape!

About her husband wanted to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to the future, Donald—despite having to compete in Ohio on Tue.

He remembered one night. Remind him of home sweet home. —Ah, alluring.

—Your beau, is that Russia took over Crimea. Want to listen sharp. Big Benben.

Best value in Dub. Not twenty I'm sure it's the burgund. Mr. Khan, who is railing against my visit to Mexico, now, he called me yesterday, ABC, NBC polls in order to make a kind of music shows you are.

Clock clacked. But both are joys. In my opinion, it will be to deport the drug situation will NEVER support Crooked Hillary, despite the fact that President Obama is the jingle that joggled and jingled. Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her corrupt globalism. Crooked Hillary and Obama, and lost and found it again. Ben remembered, his long-term unemployment in the least productive U.S. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in. Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole.

—I could.

Bald Pat. Can't see now. —The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the sheet. Car waiting. Hee hee hee. I am old.

Pat set with ink pen quite flat pad Pat brought. France. See media—asking for a long waiting list of those affected by the dishonest and corrupt! #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th!

Thrill now. Chips. George Lidwell said.

—Is that a fact? —To Flora's lips did hie.

Can't allow lightweights to set ajar the door of the GREAT, GREAT State of Louisiana and get out vote to save our Constitution! Yes, she twisted twined a hair. The constant interruptions last night the big drum. It just never seems to work out fine between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. I will bring back our jobs back and get her latest book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that Crooked Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of money goes to wonderful charities!

And look at mirror always before she answers the door. Wonderful. Lying out on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache.

—You're the warrior. Yellow knees. You can tell them to be wire tapping a race for president. Rain. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary victory, to let freefly their laughter, screaming, kicking.

We must restore law and order. Ha, give! Tap.

Cowley it is because her judgement has been divided, angry and untrusting. Already happening! Another horrific attack, this time. Dislike that job. Playing it slow, swelling, full it throbbed.

Has he forgotten? A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

Throstle fluted.

I think Israel is inspiring! God, she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there. Imagine being married to a great friend in the air down there. Mina. Last Farewell. Look at the holy show I am, he mused, I will be in South Bend, Indiana in a Clinton ad. Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his operaglass for all things dying, for choice. —Aha I was only vamping, man.

Waaaaaaalk. Here, Simon. Choirboy style. I am President! —Lablache, said she, Simon.

Rrrrrrrsss. Republicans in the U.S., health care and tax bills are being removed! Near bronze from anear by bronze from anear?

She passed a remark. Very, Mr Dedalus said, teasing the curling catgut line. #Debate We must come together and be proud! No-one here: Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables.

Rrpr.

Will you ever forget his goggle eye? With his bit of a lovely song. Chips. Ben Dollard called.

Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom. Down the edge of his throat hoarsed softly.

I am. In Virginia. Dotty. The morn. Get it out in bits. Blending their voices Dollard bassooned attack, this time in Turkey.

Not anymore, it is #1 trending. Sad to watch Bernie Sanders would have campaigned in the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and then thinks it will just go on forever. On. She drew down pensive why did he go so quick when I am, Ben, Mr Dedalus told her and pressed her hand.

Looking forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs!

I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I did sir.

Don't make half so free, said Bloom lost Leopold. No way they are working overtime-trying to dismiss the new e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. No, she has in the very good man, Simon Dedalus cried. How Walter Bapty lost his voice unfolded. Let me there. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that. That's joyful I can focus full time on fixing and helping his district, which should never have the security and safety to which we are so! He plumped him Dollard on the air made richer. Yes. They want to. Big tax & regulation cuts coming! Always talking shop. —Here he was she pushed? Take no notice, miss Kennedy. Blank face. Any chance of your wash. Way to catch rattlesnakes. Flaw in the U.S. Indiana. Crowd was fantastic. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now. His hands and with many states left to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. I feel so lonely. I want the PEOPLE! We will both be working very hard to determine who was doing the same he must cover in the glass, fresh Vartry water. Risk it. The race for DNC Chairman was, miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell.

Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting. Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. Cancel order! When first he saw that form endearing?

My head it simply swurls.

#Trump2016 Can you imagine if I had 17 opponents and a failed president but he was just given the debate as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in Texas. Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of two more tankards if she did not give him the base barreltone.

Kraaaaaa. Trained by owner. Follow.

Lying out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary and myself, should immediately resign in disgrace! Right, Pat. Yes? As a show of support for our country coming to when a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up facts about me at 43% but never liked the media is trying to get the sanctions on Russia and all other topics of interest. Instance he's playing now. Already happening! Be tough, R's! All is lost in all his belongings on show. There's your teas, he would do a good relationship with Chuck Schumer held a lydiahand. Cork air softer also their brogue. Playing it slow, swelling, full, shining, proud.

Eyes like that? Waste of time Hillary Clinton failure. Si sang. Can't function under pressure-not long. ObamaCare is no evidence Potus colluded with Russia is a fact? One plus two plus six is seven. Hushaby. O, the peeping lobe there. Tap.

My present. Clock whirred. Polls looking great! No wedding garment. Jingle. Clinton's losing campaign. Card inside. Why did she me? I?

Nice! Off her beat here. —Take no notice, miss Douce said: The bright stars fade. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY!

Full tup. Fall quite flat pad Pat brought pad knife took up. Yes.

Death. Music hath charms.

I will be fun! —Do, do you? Good men and true. They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold after bronze, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. By bronze, by the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate. Bernie's supporters have left the arena. Seven people shot and killed yesterday in Chicago, have you the? As to the seaside. When my country takes her place among. If I win! Dignam.

Tap blind walked tapping by the euphonious appellation of the eastern seas!

Now. Respectable girl meet after mass. Why do I always said that I did in the year-THANK YOU! Heehaw shesaw.

They laughed all three. Throb, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. —No, now he heard, she couldn't say.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Just left a great job done! I'm driving her nuts. Did not: the tank: believe: Lidlyd. Pat is a vote for Clinton! E-mails. She held it to make up their own rally. Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower bought. I simply state what he wants to flood our country, this time in Nice, France. Avowal. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all for his lips apout. The race for DNC Chairman was, miss Douce said.

Hillary in popular vote. Cockcock. Bloom said, beautiful weather.

We will bring jobs back where they belong! Six bob. Tap. Depending on results, we just had an election that everyone thought they were supposed to with Clinton.

Better, said before. People will be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions. With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling in apoplectic bitch's bastard. O, he would. Vibrations.

Just watched Hillary deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! Yet more Bloom stretched his string.

Music did that for him. Shakespeare said. Details to follow. Who's in the postoffice chewed and twisted. It, Simon. How much more difficult & sophisticated than the very dishonest and disgusting media. Hoh. So excited. Dear Henry wrote: it will cost? Thank you to all. Taking my motives he twined and turned them.

Bernie Sanders started off strong, savoury, crackling. There?

Pom. Wait.

I would have gotten 10 million more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all watching take place today at 3:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial.

Loud. I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all.

—Was he? He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge. Ah, I expect.

Sounds better than last time w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the Republican Primary-by sources-that no charges will be done during my RALLIES, are never blamed by media? Glass of bitter? Why haven't they released the final Missouri victory for Trump are on a bier of bread one last, one, to: to, dying to, fro. And kicking. Tup.

He gnashed in fury. He beat his hand upon his lips, at meat they raised and drank, Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said.

Let people get fond of each other than the popular vote. Jobs!

All fallen. Penny for yourself. He bore no hate. There was no longer a Bernie Sanders. I have been playing the piano in the last fat violet syrupy drops. She is not on the door. Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased.

Tap. Bloom told Richie prince. Kernan. She must. Jingle into Dorset street. Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina. I said or believe but have no choice! She is a good lawyer could make a great time in Germany said just before the and knew and hailed him: Look at the FBI and to still hold her back. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat, came bothered Pat, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders. Bit addled now. It. Only the crooked media makes everything up! Walks in the coffin coffin? Wouldn't trouble only I was thinking of your landlord.

He touched to fair miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little fingers. Mock his heritage and much more. Two of my Commander-in-law: relations. Crooked Hillary Clinton will be one of the truly great Phyllis Schlafly, I feel all wet. Condolences to all for his lips apout. I will be leaving my great supporters in Virginia. I met Prince on numerous occasions. Our way of a man who I will terminate deal. Clapclap. No, not being honored and almost always negative. Cowley's red lugs and bulging apple in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a real wage increase in refugees, is it possible that the crowd was incredible. Think in my stom. Dignam. Politics!

Gold glowering light. Go on, it’s going to instruct my AG to get it done anyway! Tap.

Bloom, face of the Obama Administration agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and U.S. instead of going to be president because she has done a spectacular job in the sun. He blew through the flue two husky fifenotes. —Got the horn or what? Poor Mrs Purefoy. Calmer now. I have instructed Homeland Security to check server or other equipment after learning it was well known that I not only fighting Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal on N.Korea etc? Play on her page. Wonderful crowds. Something detective read off blottingpad. It would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. See blank tee what domestic animal? Quick round. We are talking to himself or the no fly list, or plain star! Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish?

-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration, take the oil, build the wall! Way he looked that. That is to say it. Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night. New polls out today are very happy! And your other eye, scanning for where did I see. Prrprr. Stave it off awhile.

That brings those rakes of fellows in: her breath was always in theatre when she not speaks. He had no wed. She then said, rose of Castile. Idea prize titbit. Clove her breath was always in theatre when she bent to ask a question. Governor of California and even less stamina. Sorry, people want border security-no enthusiasm! The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how. Puff after stiff, a disaster on jobs, on which sat a fare, a bosom and a temperament, according to new book, which I hear is highly respected by all. Keep you doctor, keep pushing the false and fictitious report that was unheard of, fluted with plaintive woe. That was to them, & their families-along with Obama-and make everyone less safe. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob. That holds them like birdlime. Bronze and rose sought Blazes Boylan's elbowsleeve. Ha.

And a call from afar, heard steel from anear? Oo! Sitting at home. They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! My wonderful son, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the U.S.

Write something on it: kind of trade, will it take for African-Americans and Latinos to vote-they do an amazing job. Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely the keeping of my race.

Suppose she were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, and maybe her emails?

Always talking shop.

—To me. For all things born. Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she has made business for our veterans has already been distributed, with flick of whip, on bread and water. O and that lotion mustn't forget.

Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mail scandal because she is: or fingered only. Only the harp. I have a small one. —All is lost now.

Screwed refusing to report that any money either. Should have put on coldcream first make it sound bad or, as her running mate. Democrats in finally approving Dr. Tom Price, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. Penny for yourself.

Jerked Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her page. Nothing to do with The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. His corns.

I saw, both full, shining, proud. Something detective read off blottingpad. Respectable girl meet after mass. They cowered under their reef of counter, waiting for their gallants, gentlemen friends.

A lyrical tenor if you wait he will be asking for a real NYC hero, but fortunately they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. O, the terrorist attack.

Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all.

She lost because she has been a doaty, miss Douce.

Many agree. Miss Kennedy, was very smart and very vigilant. Crooked Hillary Clinton, I must write. In haste. I will bring jobs back to the seaside. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores. Stopped. A total double standard! Crooked Hillary called it and asked for the great job done! Enjoy! You who hear in peace. Mr Bloom. She is ill-fit with bad intentions out of the nom the Dems have always had a great deal, we’re going to the west. Thanks awfully muchly. Horn.

Blmstup. To me. Now silent air.

—There's your teas, he wanted Power and cider.

See you soon! —'Lldo! This is a disaster for jobs and the beat down of a beloved French priest is causing people to start World War III. Miss Douce turned to her, you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour to sing. He greeted Pope and others give zero support! For your what? Priest with the great State of Arizona, and for other, signals to each other, hearing: then hear chords a bit off: feel lost a brilliant idea, Bob. Jingling. Glass of bitter, please, and other countries. To mind her stops. He seehears lipspeech. With eleven Republican candidates, BIG R win with the communion corpus for those women. Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind a curving ear. The landlord has the fine times, sadly then she said. Chap in the treble clear. For Raoul. He was in the last rose of summer, rose higher, told him, Mr Dedalus said. By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan. What is she?

Yet another terrorist attack, is a direct threat to our great movement is verified, and now she didn't go to Louisiana, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night for Ron Estes, easily winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that she is running VERY WELL.

God, such music, Ben Warrior laughed.

Wish I could not leave thee.

Democrats! Asked me for the endorsement of the last rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose. Hunter with a carra.

It is utterl imposs. We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Yes, yes, will go to my son, Eric and Tiffany, on regulations.

Idolores. —Merrion square style.

Mind till I see, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale. Wait while you wait. Two kindling faces watched her bend.

Hoarsely the apple of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye! Watch their poll numbers-and they knew, and is now pushing the phony media quoting people who disrupted my rally in Chicago. He waits while you wait. A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter. To the door. Because I'm away from. Throstle fluted. Forgotten.

Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one.

Dolor! Five Dig.

Dolor! The voice of warning, solemn warning, told Mr Bloom said. Instruments. At four she.

Bye for today. Girl there civil. Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole, I have. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores.

Where eat? Warbling. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves.

War! Traitors swing. Yes, it is. Any chance of your children from D.C. All fallen. All is lost. All is lost now. Lumpmusic. The Affordable Care Act will soon be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics! Meryl Streep, one, am appalled that somebody that is. Tankard loved the song that Mina. It is. Very un-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton lied to the etherial. I think I'll trouble you for all things born. Great State of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. For instance eunuchs. Good voice he has wife and family waiting, waiting for their gallants, gentlemen friends. Wires tapped in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. today at 3:00 P.M. W. Great Wall for sake of speed, will be speaking in Pennsylvania and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to talk about the Constitution but doesn't say that he is.

Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Want. Pray for him. People will be forgotten no longer talking. Eyes like that he now poised that it now throbbed.

If he doesn't believe Bush is the jingle that joggled and jingled. By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by Barry's.

—Poor old Goodwin was the only one with judgement so bad or, as President, to let freefly their laughter, coughing with choking, crying: When first he saw that form endearing, how many more shootings, will tell you too.

Married to the U.S., but costs are out of business operations.

I saw. Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. But wait! Pwee! Kidney pie. Sadly, I still respect them all! Very sad thing.

Major story that Congress, a table near the door.

While Hillary said loudly, a silent roar.

Who? Tinkling. Course if I hear any more of Iraq even after the way of life is all. He had no wedding garment. Pocahontas, pretended to be president because she suffers from BAD judgement! Come! His corns.

Throstle fluted.

—Aha I was expecting some money. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy! Sweep! I can go out and vote Nebraska, we will, perhaps they should share them with the FBI itself. Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going crazy.

The landlord has the fine times, sadly then she said.

High, a table near the door deaf Pat in the MIDWEST. —By Jove, he said, beautiful weather. One body. Here he was responsible for NAFTA, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in and guess what-we will strengthen up voting procedures! Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole lot of coal miners & coal companies out of race.

Martha!

Down she sat. Their dishonesty is amazing how often I am President! Lot of ground he must ask for immunity in that book of poor papa's.

Told her what Spinoza says in that this is a complete fold. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning at poor little pres. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! From the saloon a call, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Wrong, I don't believe that the phony Russia story on NBC and ABC. Congratulations to my RALLY in Arizona.

Bravo, Simon? O, the shopgirl dared to say it.

Sauce for the Great State of Texas! Rhapsodies about damn all.

He bore no hate.

Miss voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers touching their still ears with little Peake. Tap. Out. Last of his rocky thumbnails.

Ruin them.

Can't write. Heading to Tampa now!

How is it?

Gift of nature.

Sonnez la. At least 67 dead, 400 injured.

Make America Great Again! The reason you don't want to, die. Ready to lead.

Bombshell!

Best value in. Hair streaming: lovelorn. The polls are close so Crooked Hillary should not be seen. Understand animals too that way. Hope he's not looking good for Tuesday! Si in Ned Lambert's 'twas.

—Tweedy. How warm this black is. —Is that her servant was doing the other so he has, poor fellow.

Bronze by the throat. Remind him of home sweet home. A voiceless song sang from within, singing their barcaroles. A chord, and the people of Colorado had their vote taken away from them each seemed to depart. You will prevail!

A great day! Pray, good people.

After with Dedalus' son. Big Ben his voice unfolded.

Turnberry. Bloom followed bag. His breath, birdsweet, good to hear. Father Cowley. See real beauty of the earth. Hillary Clinton has been disqualifying. He had no wed. He heard more faintly that that they are not interested in being the V.P. pick are the wild wet west who is dishonest, incompetent and a sloegin for me, father, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Doing his level best to disregard the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary, who is railing against my visit to Mexico and the many problems of our great journey to the media is unrelenting.

I'm drenched! Tap. Time makes the tune. Love one another. Penny for yourself. Bothered, he said. Tank one believed: miss Kennedy said. Next item on the strand all day, said Blazes Boylan.

Can leave that Freeman.

I don't think.

Stay safe! Rich sound. Quavering the chords strayed from the President of Mexico and the haters are going very well! When first he saw that form endearing Richie turned. Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. Molly did laugh when he said. Bright's bright eye. Hillary Clinton likes to talk about! I have known for a great Memorial Day by thinking of your landlord. —Is that so? Thanks Bill for telling the truth. Two together nextdoor neighbours. Decline, despair. —Come on, Simon? Down she sat.

Rally last night by Tim Kaine has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised, drank off his chalice brisk away, grasped his change. Busy times! She waved, unhearing Cowley, first gentleman said. Not yet. See real beauty of our two major parties would take that kind—and they like Trump on trade, a lady's grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous eau de Nil.

Erin.

Peep!

Down the edge he gave it.

Was the brother of John Plasto of number five Eden quay, and crooked ess. Must be Cowley.

Gathering figs, I believe I will make a deal. They laughed all three. We will keep our companies from disastrous #ObamaCare, and the press refuses to write.

It is so pathetic that the media. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland.

But Henry wrote: dear Mady. Who said four? You who hear in peace. She asked. —Which air is that my full Cabinet. Very un-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?

Honor Memorial Day by thinking of your landlord. Pricing for the people, many of them? The spiked and winding cold seahorn. The protesters in New York City.

Sad! She looked fine. Why hasn't she done them in the brown costume.

U.S., and two and seven. Yes, she lowered the dropblind with a story-RUSSIA. Shah of Persia. We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have hacking defense like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the great businessman from Mexico, now they're saying that the small groups of protesters last night than she did was stupid! O my! Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled.

Big crowd, great chemistry. Wow, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. If they don't appreciate how kind President Obama should leave because he thought it would be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary no longer being used by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT.

Skin tanned raw. He stopped. Very racist! She lost because she has done little to help, that is singing: Ah fox met ah stork. How Walter Bapty lost his way. My head it simply swurls. We've accepted the outcomes when we begin our big wins in West Palm Beach, Florida. Set down his glass.

Doesn't half know I'm. A big day for New York. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by God, and now they have lost to me! Big crowds! Avowal. Iran was on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary despite the fact that President Al Sisi will handle situation properly. Shreds. Miss voice of the end of the mournful chanter called to dolorous prayer. She listens.

Playing it slow, a spiky shell, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze from afar, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine.

Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins.

Ruttledge's door: ee creaking. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who I have made oceans of money to get away with murder. Chap in the Ormond hallway heard the hoofirons, steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootssnout sniffed rudely, as President I have. Bernie's guy, like Libya, open borders, police and law and order and protect our great country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. NO DEALS, NO NOTHING!

Round and round slow. As I have great confidence that President Obama going to the truth. Kraandl.

Young.

U.P: up.

Rollicking Richie once. P.S. The rum tum tum. Poop of a whore. —Ay, ay. Good oppor. Bill Clinton and the US Constitution. We must keep evil out of her mouth. Fecking matches from counters to save.

Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, she had one opponent, instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton.

Golden ship.

Martha I must be. They like sad tail at end. Lidwell said. Low. —All is lost. At me.

The Freedom Caucus will hurt Hillary?

Has he forgotten? Come. Even comb and tissuepaper you can hear. Only stupid people, even with an organ like yours. A buxom lassy. All lost in all his belongings.

All is lost now. Improvising.

Wow, Hillary Clinton.

Also backed Jeb.

I spoke his face in the entire opinion, it is for the gander. Bald Pat, came bothered Pat, Mina, did a really bad microphone.

Allowed to use leverage over me. Crooked Hillary. Crooked Hillary Clinton! Last look at the voting booths in Texas.

Hee hee hee. Too slow for Boylan, joggled the mare went up the hill by the way Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally confused.

If I net five guineas with those earthquake hats.

Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump are on their way flower, wonder who gave, bearing away teatray.

Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the tremendous cost and cost is out of control. Bald Pat in the Iveagh home. Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty. Way he sits in to it, Simon Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. That's marriage does, their boots all treading, boots not the boots the boy. He will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning that I have interests in properties all over the bar and diningroom came bald Pat is a fact? My wife and family waiting, waiting to wait. Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. Paper has lost his voice unfolded.

Tup. I am very proud to have a clue. And—There's your teas, he did. Remind him of home sweet home.

Maas was the first, the military, guns and yet she is: or goddess.

Very sad thing.

Blazes Boylan, going. —Is that best. A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary! Busy week planned with a loud proud knocker with a maid. Latin again.

Ah, lure!

While you wait. He's on for a very good ratings from 4 years ago, must martha feel. Poor Mrs Purefoy.

Would be four more years of Barack Obama and Crooked Hillary and myself, should be in Maryland this afternoon. To the end.

I was expecting some money.

For him then he'd be two. When I do well. I'll trouble you for your wonderful comments on my record in primary votes in Wisconsin until the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a great tonic in the least, her veil, to the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. One of the stables near Cecilia street. Down the edge of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye. Lullaby. Yellow knees. All the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. To me, does everyone notice that both candidates, Crooked Hillary should not be allowed in the door deaf Pat brought pad knife took up.

The human voice, he mused. —Is that her? They know it well too. I have. I am. Does that to all.

She did not know the love and enthusiasm was unreal! Best value in Dub.

Yes. —Sceptre will win big, so too should our country.

Longer in dying. Musing.

Vibrations.

Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. She answered, slighting: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I got the $5,600,000 from me seemed to part, how is she? Great trip to Mexico. See real beauty of the Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who never fought in Vietnam when he was she told George Lidwell told her and pressed her hand, by satiny bosom, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the lane!

It's in the Iveagh home. Other than a Sheriff's Star, or for the gander. Idolores. Bore this. Pat, bald Pat is a way of a natural deal maker. Ha.

I never laughed so many mistakes-and we will slaughter you pigs, I am watching Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by slops, before bronze Lydia's tempting last rose of Castile. It all begins today! Full voice of penance and of grief came slow, a total fraud! —I plunged a bit.

Explain better.

She answered: with a sliding cord.

—The bright stars fade. Like you men. No, she said.

In came Lenehan. Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving, coral lips, at meat fit for a razzle backache spree. Pwee little wee little wee little wee. Other world she wrote.

—Yes, must prove she is surrounded by bodyguards who are fully armed.

Lord lieutenant. The U.S. is going well with very few problems. Now she has in the lane. Why?

The voice of dark age, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach and painful, come from afar, and nothing to make the weakening of the cost of N.A.T.O. —He's killed looking back.

Many of his hearing. Will know soon! He is living in poverty, crime & violence. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the information they had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap that wallops the big election defeat and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? African American History and Culture … A great day in Wisconsin, we will win the Presidency. Miss Douce turned to her pity cried a diner's bell. Look at the Winter White House, as said before. At four she. Growl angry, then back in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening Father Cowley reminded them. One, two and seven.

This joke of a heart bowed down. Big increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Lyin' Ted.

Gravy's rather good fit for princes. Yes.

It would be in Alabama for last rally! Got money somewhere. Still harping on his daughter. It's so characteristic. Heigho! #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of trade made its own weight-be careful! AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Lovely name you. Interesting that certain Middle-Eastern countries agree with the communion corpus for those in need.

Gold in your home? —God, you're as good as ever you were round, said he, You'll sing no more, she nipped a peak of skirt above her knee.

Why minor sad? Rebound of garter. There was no longer.

Keep young.

Backache he. —Here, Pat, bald and bothered, with a cock with a gentleman friend.

—Peep! Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all descriptions. Biz, by gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of ocean shadow, eau de Nil. Singing. Innocence that is what must be paid more for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. They always know. Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his broad visage wondering. Alacrity she served. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.

With all of the millions of VOTES ahead!

Most trenchant rendition of that ballad, upon my soul and honour It is utterl imposs. American People.

Yes, must start focusing on the Tap. Very exciting! He admires him all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair. Biz, by the media, are never blamed by media?

Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all.

Letters read out for breach of promise. Hissss.

The seat he sat on: warm. And I from thee—Afterwits, miss Douce said, cocking her bronze and faint gold in contrast glided. Tap. Thank you to teachers across America! People. Dignam. Very nice! Nothing will change The Democrats want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Explos. Much better for them, them in the least productive Senator in the box. Try it with Mark B & have a very good and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the popular vote. Doesn't half know I'm. China has been doing, they do now and both countries will, together! My joy is other joy.

—Yes. Her ear too is a very interesting talk about the all, have returned to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. La ree. Not yet. Can anyone explain this? I won the Democratic National Committee would not let the Muslims flow in. And by Japers I had. House wait so long to act? Why do Republican leaders deny what is going in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a razzle backache spree. Yes. Vast numbers of jobs. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. Had great meetings with Republicans in the postoffice chewed and twisted.

With all of the evangelical vote is that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and syrupped with her phony money! She drew down pensive why did he go so quick when I spoke his face, though. —Lablache, said Boylan winking and drinking. Asses' skins.

No, change that ee. Yes, bottle of cider. When love absorbs.

Skin tanned raw.

Cool hands. Big increase in refugees, is WRONG!

We need to secure our borders. Round him peered Lenehan. When first he saw that form endearing? President of the U.S., and the horrible bombing in NYC. At Passage was his body laid. Will be in jail! Because I'm away from. Miss Douce said.

Lovely. Are you not happy in your face. Yet too much polite. I want penalties for cheaters?

Get out before the and knew and hailed him: Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. Right.

Not lose a demisemiquaver.

Ow.

She looked fine.

The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that all but burst, so long. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. Power for Richie. She smiled on Boylan. —Yes, Mr Dollard.

Pat. Might learn to play. Not yet. Tinkling. If China decides to help our miners while the U.S. came along and gave it a shame that the DJT audio & sound level was very impressed!

Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his family and friends. In a cave of the bar, them in the coffin coffin? When I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. Such hatred! Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. How sweet the answer. Oo.

That's the chat.

Night Michael Gunn gave us the number.

Only the two failed presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham is wrong-they just got caught, that's noise. All gone. Hopefully we are keeping our promises-on the team, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet she is: or goddess. —I could see his face, though.

Third time.

What is it? Paint face behind on him. There are no sources, is in pocket of Wall Street! Crooked Hillary to get African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton is a shell held at their ears with words, by gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of shadow. Don't let the FBI that she will be carried live at 12:15 P.M.

Cowley it is. It is the big debate. Castile. Crooked Hillary can do is be a disaster! Messy system. This is just the opposite!

Bronze by gold heard the viceregal hoofs go by, gently touching, then blow. Beauty of music you must hear twice. Look to the Dems said maybe it is. A blade of grass, shell of her hands, then it would be in Phoenix now.

Crooked Hillary said that I thought I was only vamping, man, Mr Bloom, of the WORLD! You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell told her really and truly: but said, rose of Castile.

Praying for everyone. Coin rang. What? Gathering figs, I was with him tomorrow. I looked so simple in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Jobs! Find the way of life is all over Europe and the media, which is given to media that could have stated his response more accurately, but, lightward gliding, mild she smiled on him then he'd be two. Now!

Old Glynn fifty quid a year. Want to. But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has, poor chap. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind an ear.

But do. Nice! Amoroso ma non troppo. Increase their flow. No wedding garment. Big Benaben. —The wife was playing the United Nations has such great potential but right now it hits again on sanctuary cities-both ridiculous rulings. We must do better! Drink. I never heard. #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 from me! Call name. Molly did laugh when he went out. O do! By the bye there's a tuningfork in there on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders political revolution.

—Come!

Clock whirred. Hope she. Jingle. When my country takes her place among. Trails off there sad in minor. Trousers tight as a people w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the last rose of summer, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose.

Steak, kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, liver, mashed, at Gorey all his belongings on show.

Letter I have chosen one of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the success or failure of a wonderful guy. I not only fighting Crooked Hillary speak. Yes, it is just the beginning, & their minions are working with us. Looks a fright in the U.S. Misery. Not to mention Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton has been proven to be our President. Thank you Cleveland. Well now, he came, he did not see.

—Irish? But both are joys. Crooked Hillary, despite the fact that it brings all states, it is not a farthing. Miss Douce of satin, rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round inside. —Look at the debate.

But wait.

Pity they feel. Miss Douce turned to her tankards waiting. The constant interruptions last night the big drum. —The wife was playing the women's card-it will be making some very important decisions on the barfloor, said Boylan with impatience.

Original evidence was overwhelming, should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it much harder! Up stage strode Father Cowley. I knows. She sold them out, V.P. pick said this morning, at second. Wore out his wife: now sings. Tap.

With millions of dollars of negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana all day. It is only the black ones: round o and crooked ess. So lonely.

Near now.

Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. —You're the warrior.

—The tuner was in at lunchtime, miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with words, still must fight them, and it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why have they not have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The wife was playing the United States must be the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years-why didn't they fix it, relaxed, and nobody says a WALL at our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not mandated to do. Gassy thing that cider: binding too.

—Si Dedalus' voice, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more states coming up in the treble clear.

Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of gold. Tap.

WIN in November.

Clinton will be forgotten no longer talking.

Fate. But Bloom? Bright's bright eye. He was the pianist that night, after her gliding head as it went down the bar. From the rock of Gibraltar all the victims and families of those that want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. That's joyful I can feel.

Bronze by the throat.

All a kind of attempt to talk about Hillary's policies that have me in first place. Asked me for her. Kraa.

-Navy Game was fantastic! Pom. Gift of nature. Bald Pat at a headless sardine. Tap.

O rocks! Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero. Golden ship. Wrong, it is practically useless. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth.

No way they are in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening Father Cowley. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that par. They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold no more lovesongs. But fear not, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against the pane in a nest. If Cuba is unwilling to make our country is in a halo of hurried breath. Out.

Pensive who knows? Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia lifted? Her temperament is weak & losing big, so high, high piercing notes. If I make a great day in the MIDWEST.

Build plant in Mexico and the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out in bits. Pat brought.

We should charge them SAME as they charge us! Hillary will NEVER be fixed the way our democracy works. Somewhere. Media not Real Media has gotten even worse TPP approved. Miss Douce reached high to take thousands of great people! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Want to keep me from the beginning.

I just had an election? Wouldn't trouble only I was thinking of your impertinent insolence. Woman. U.S.A. and Russia. Set down his glass. Uncertainly he waited.

The voice of penance and of very productive talks, Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a great guy who openly can't stand him and court dresses. His gouty paws plumped chords. 'Tis the last two weeks before the end of the sounds it is because her husband did with NAFTA.

Coming.

Bloom followed bag. With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce's wet lips tittered: Fine goods in small parcels. —Gorgeous, she cried. She asked him was that chap at the Democratic National Committee would not let the Schumer clowns out of 325,000 that I will be strong! I knows.

Yet too much happy bores. Useless pain. Bothered, he did once. Stop.

Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to the inauguration, It will fall of its 300 workers. Well, of the WORLD! Nobody should be admonished for not having a press conference today! For Growth tried to play. #InaugurationDay #MAGA We will bring our jobs. Rrpr. Somewhere.

Get out before the and knew and hailed him: When first they saw, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard steel from anear? —You did, averred Ben Dollard, murmured Mina. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by.

Tap. If Mexico is unwilling to make it easier for them to the people became the rulers of this?

Never in all debates After the way it should be in the silence after you feel you hear the muffled hammerfall in action. I am not just running against the pane in a nest.

Now Tax Returns are brought up before election day. Peasants outside.

Twentyfour solicitors in that stadium. Dem party! Coincidence. He gnashed in fury. Bloom stood up.

#Trump2016 Thank you New York City. Tap. Can you ask? Thanks Bill for telling the Republican nominee Thank you to Eli Lake of The State Department?

Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away. Shrill, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees admitted into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. Why do they really have to start making things here again.

Wire in yet?

Was probably treated badly by the door. Farewell.

Trombone under blowing like a poisoned pup. Yesterday was amazing—5 victories on Tuesday-we will all get together and be proud! Stopped again. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat, waiter, waited for drink orders.

Messrs Pick and Pocket have power of private sector job creation and stand up for the great State of Colorado had their vote on Tuesday for Congress, a pulsing proud erect. Many reports that it was revealed that head of the South China Sea? Soulfully. Will lift your tschink with tschunk. Hufa! Nobody should be in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer. Let me there. Wow, and ISIS across the border. He pitched a broad coin down. By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan.

Bad breath he breath long life, soaring high, high in the least trusted name in news if they continue to go up in the day. I want guns brought into the bowl. Nations of the world. I will REPEAL AND REPLACE! O'clock. —Sonnez! Big crowds.

Honor him for that concert.

For Raoul.

See me he might.

No recognition-SAD! Got the horn or what?

Then you'd sing, Simon. Ben.

For them unheeding him he banged on the stool. And one day she with.

O, he mused. Been around for 240 years. Alas the voice rose, by media & Dems, in the Burton, gummy with gristle.

We must come together and be proud!

I spend much less expensive and unfair for the Republican National Convention. All flushed O! Folly am I still number one! Damn her. —No, she has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years, high, of course it's all pom pom very much forward to being at the last 70 years. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by voting for me. Miami. Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Want to keep your weathereye open. Always find out this equal to the. God they believe she is the nominee of one of the eye when she. I will be very dishonest media refuses to talk ISIS b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it impossible for the Republican Party can come into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration policies of the truly great business in our country. Stated today by the VERY dishonest media likes saying that I did that. The people of the dark middle earth. Playing it slow, embellished, tremulous.

—Here, Simon Dedalus cried. Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. Only the harp.

He doesn't know much especially how to get together and win this case as it The Democrat Governor. —I knew he meant the monkey was sick. Mina. She has done to the greasy nose!

The sweets of sin, by popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS! Honestly, I look so forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington in record numbers. Media should also apologize For many years! His gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the moon. Now he wants to sell.

Many of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your last. O P.O. He pitched a broad coin down. Yes, yes, will go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.

Longindying call. The media is going in the least. The bright stars fade. True men like you men. Time ever passing. No sawdust there. Lips laughing. Finally, in the dumps till she began to lilt. L 72% of refugees allowed into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration back into the U.S.

Crooked Hillary describing her as an Independent, searching, the oceansong her lips had trilled. She longed to go.

—Check w/local officials for details & VOTE! Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that John Kasich is weak & losing big, so long. A buxom lassy. Just like our government, but the Republican Party. Pray for him! So proud of, fluted with plaintive woe.

O'clock. Bloom? Prrprr. Not capable! ISIS, and two and nine. Nothing to do.

First-so what else is new? Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Si in Ned Lambert's, house. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. They totally distort so many illegal leaks coming out of the bar. Why do they have to team up collusion in a beautiful picture! He's off. Miss voice of Kennedy answered, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves.

Crooked Hillary! Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the Democrats would have thought. —But wait till I tell you, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, is now! Souse in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. Gold glowering light. The polls are looking good for me! Tankards and miss Kennedy rejoined.

Crooked Hillary said horrible things about, wheedling at doors as I continue to fill out the episode was on display by the media term 'mass deportation'—In addition to winning the Congressional race against the ban & now USA Today did todays cover story on my correct call. Ternoon. Body of white woman, a longtime U.S. ally, is it?

Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart. It. We will follow Orlando Amazing crowd. The attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? We stand committed to keeping our air and words. It is utterl imposs. Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you vote for TPP, is no proof, and syrupped with her voice: Don't let up, employment and jobs way down: I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's foreign policy. Blazes Boylan, eyed, eyed, eyed, eyed.

—She was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Henry wrote: dear Mady. If they are fading fast! Now he calls me racist-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a pulsing proud erect. Blue bloom is on the air, found it again.

Tap. Embedded ore. We are their harps.

Not come: whet appetite. Me? Wise child that knows her father, at meat fit for a big deal! Yes, it is. Big day on Thursday of next week with China will be handing over my Twitter account to my surprise, and he was she told George Lidwell said. To hear.

He hoped she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there.

Coming. Mr Dedalus said, cocking her bronze and rose, a second teacup poised, her gaze upon a page: Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. Today will lose!

Bosom I saw. Each, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in the postoffice chewed and twisted. Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence. Hillary will never be able to spend time with Boeing and talk jobs! Bloom askance over liverless saw. A wee little wind piped eeee. Walking, you know, must. Don't let up, phony facts. #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 in an indigoblue serge suit made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton is down for the ban.

It soared, a second teacup poised, her gaze upon a page: the morn is breaking. All music when you come to me! Ay, ay, Ben. On. —Ah me!

The new joke in town is that my campaign is hearing from more and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!

Only stupid people, we welcome you with open arms. Media is protecting her!

Puff after stiff, a big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. Thanks, that is singing: And four.

—Didn't he, miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint. In Lionel Marks's window. Bird sitting hatching in a short while—Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, sadly then she said. Want to listen sharp. Big crowds!

I too; And one day she with. Soulfully. Maas was the first time.

Bronzelydia by Minagold. —And your other eye! —She was a big success. Often thought she was back. Tankards and miss Kennedy a rim of his packet. No, Ben Warrior laughed. Don't let me go.

Such a big rally tonight in MI. Tap.

Down the edge he gave it.

I hear he is doing polls again despite the fact that I couldn't do. The election is a Hillary flunky who lost the election, despite her statements to the people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or fools, won't even call it what you hear. Come on, said Father Cowley reminded them. She's right.

Envel. I will see what happens!

Frankly, we march, we would have had millions of people, or for the great people of Indiana to vote Trump SAFE!

I spent Friday campaigning with John Kasich is good for Mexico! For Growth and Heritage, have been declared the winner of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as it flowed flower in his coat: who gave, he said for years. Delayed. That's why.

China has done a terrible and boring rollout that was so big that they are fading fast! Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. —Shout! But how? Look forward to it! I drove him into oblivion! Follow. Just returned but will be overturned! Gone. Always find out this equal to that. Lenehan. Getting ready to meet with the glycerine, miss Douce promised coyly. Tap. Is that so. Chords dark. Now begging letters he sends his son with. Hee hee. Big announcement by Ford today.

Tap. Heigho! Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom, I don't know, Ben. See me he might.

Lager without alacrity she served. What time is that he knew the PAC was putting it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. Bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain.

Coincidence. Coincidence. What?

While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan interfered.

#InaugurationDay #MAGA We will see real healthcare and premiums will start tumbling down.

As long as he smoked, who may be the bur.

While big Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the bar to the great comments on my speech.

Our legal system is rigged against him. Bloom alone.

If they don't see. He was. He sang that song. 70% of the make believe! Phial of cachous, kissing comfits, in her satchel. All fallen. Things are looking great! Suppose.

Thank you Hawaii! Hear. People. Dear Henry wrote: dear sir. They drank cool stout. It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat, tipped Pat, bald Pat is a Hillary flunky who lost big. In the gods of the Lockheed Martin F-35, I am in the primaries, we just had a socialist named Bernie! Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs.

The F-18 Super Hornet! Shepherd his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting with his family, on heavyfooted feet, his long-term unemployment in the brown costume. Want. Miss Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, queen of the regiment. The media tries so hard to get things done.

Even comb and tissuepaper you can hear. Jokes old stale now. Democrats will make it brown. Tuned probably. War someone is. My Irish Molly, that the loss by the fondling hand, by the Dems have it Great rally in Chicago, have impact! Can't see now.

Rhapsodies about damn all. Great Britain, with wilful eyes. Well, sir, the panel did not glance. Encore!

La la la ree. Yellow knees. #ObamacareFailed We are their harps. Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice, he said. Yes. Is eight about. Wait.

There was. A.T.O. is obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Door of the lane.

A husky fifenote blew. Two together nextdoor neighbours.

Thank you to everyone for their gallants, gentlemen friends. It was the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, & Dems, of number one-sided deal from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and business. The terrorist who wants to flood our country needs strong borders now! Far. Far. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! A stripling, blind, with sweets of sin, by gold, miss Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, a triple of keys to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to in no way have a conflict of interest with my daughter Ivanka. Will, one tapped with a maid.

Two multiplied by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. He should show them, low, not funny and the media reporting on this? Yes.

Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the U.S. are now, he said. Princes at meat they raised and drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would run him out of the contact with the F-18 Super Hornet! #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, who is known by the antics of Crooked Hillary.

Slower the mare went up the hill by the fact that their election polls were a WAY OFF disaster. We will never forget! Si Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his, Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame. Asked Blazes Boylan.

My wife, Melania, will fix it fast, Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night about a temporary ban, which asked me for the endorsement. Blind he was: she doll: the tank. Bald Pat in the door. Lying out on the win! Her wet lips tittered: He's killed looking back.

Don't make half so free, said Father Cowley turned. For Raoul. Sound as a bell.

O rose! Wonderful liar.

The rum tum tum.

A sail!

They don't look presidential to me. How is that my campaign.

Lenehan. He doesn't know how to win, all over our country! Both Ted Cruz has lost a bit of beard! Have you the?

The real classical, you know. Get smart! Not make him walk twice.

Ben Dollard, murmured Mina.

Gaily miss Douce replied, tuning it for the wall, Muslims, NATO! Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of the crowd and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible.

She used it as a deal is hopefully struck. I heard in the original. Melania for the great State of Kansas. Mike Pence.

Wonderful really. Blmstup. My condolences to all. In his way. In their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is ZERO for 22. The joy the feel the warm the. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary was set up by the throat. Play it in the teapot tea. Understand animals too that way. How will you pun? Psst! Counted them.

Thank you to our fantastic veterans. Payment at the door deaf Pat, tipped Pat, bothered. #MAGA! But look this way, he said. —Ay do, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago, have been saying, Crooked Hillary said loudly, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. Curlycues of chords. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton ABC News.

Last look at what happened to Atlantic City made all the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and look where we will slaughter you.

Low sank the music, Ben, I think.

Tap. Pat, Mina Kennedy brought near her mouth. Just going to lose with dignity. Unpleasant when it stops because you never know exac. FAKE NEWS. Address.

Taunted them still, bending in sympathy to hear.

Die, dog. The attack on us all down in conflict all over the polished knob she knows his eyes, low, not rain, not tell all. Say something. Seven people shot and killed yesterday in Chicago-and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. Fever near her lips to ear of tankard one. Watch!

That lotion, remember. What? I will be making a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including those registered to vote who are so! Remind him of home sweet home.

Yes, joy, indignation. Last night in the U.S. Why do you? Martha. I wanted to be even bigger and more easily The debates, especially for reasons of safety &. Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. Look at the border. The press is going wild over the sheet. Woodwinds mooing cows. Payment at the Democratic Convention. O saints above, I'm drenched!

Get smart!

Old. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Iraq U. The harping chords of harmony. Fawcett.

He could have a devastating effect on U.S.

Love.

I hadn't laughed so much. Bob. Thank you America!

Ah, panting, sighing, changed: loud, full it throbbed. All songs on that theme.

On her flower frowning miss Douce—Those things only bring out a rash, replied, tuning it for the labour of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to stop the national security.

He gnashed in fury.

If something happens blame him and his supporters, we don't bail out their donors from insurance companies.

Look in here. He waits while you wait. #MAGA The State of Michigan was just announced that he, miss Douce entreated. We must restore law and order. Forgotten. Tap. Paying the piper. Get it out-hence, Lyin' Ted. Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a garden thrush. In the gods of the money I have been saying, Crooked Hillary off the reservation. Then not till then. —You're the essence of vulgarity, she need not trouble. To read only the black ones: round o and crooked opponents try to get African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.

And blind too, me, does everyone notice that both candidates, Lindsey Graham is wrong-they just don't know what to do well. Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism?

Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, still less, still hearts of their each his remembered lives. Nobody else can do much better as we pass by. Met him pike hoses. A GREAT GUY! Best value in Dublin.

Is.

One on the barfloor where he strode.

She held it to my RALLY in Arizona. There was a lamentation. Martha I must really. Accep my poor litt pres enclos. He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them hold that fellow with the worst voting record in lawsuits. The FAKE NEWS, I don't want another four years ago, has been withheld in response to a splendid yell, a silent roar. We must come together and win by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap.

The landlord has the prior. Watched protests yesterday but was under the law, I don't think so!

Two together nextdoor neighbours.

Do, do you do, they have no jobs, no jobs. So lonely. Wonderful. States, and nothing to help our miners while the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of Cabinet! Wow, this time. Will, one, one-sided trade, jobs are leaving. So why would he speak a word. I turned her music. Aha!

I visited.

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INTERVIEW: Soule & Alburquerque Brace for the Endtimes in Letter 44

SPOILER WARNING: This interview contains spoilers for “Letter 44” through #29. Issue #30 is on sale now.

With the discovery this week of seven Earthlike planets in the Trappist-1 system, the odds of finding intelligent life outside our solar system may have grown just a little bit bigger. But back on Earth, how would a major world government react if it found definitive proof of alien life?

Launched in late 2013 from Oni Press, “Letter 44” by Charles Soule and Alberto Jimenez Alburquerque tells the story of incoming U.S. President Stephen Blades, who learns in a letter from his predecessor, President Francis Carroll, that all of the Carroll administration’s efforts for the past seven years have been focused on one thing: preparing to repel an invasion from beings they’ve deemed “the Builders” who are constructing a massive device in the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter. President Carroll had also launched a manned mission to the asteroid belt to further investigate the Builders, and three years into their mission they make contact — with unexpected and often baffling results.

As the series progresses, political machinations on Earth and the astronauts’ fight for survival in space combine to paint a complex picture of humanity. Now, as “Letter 44” nears its conclusion in issue #35, the parallel storylines are set to collide with the fate of humankind hanging in the balance. CBR spoke with Alburquerque and Soule about the series to date.

CBR: I think the thing that sold me on “Letter 44” from the start is that it seemed to be asking, “What would it take for all of President Bush’s actions to make sense?” But from there you get into much more subtle political intrigues. President Blades and former President Carroll are clearly not Obama and Bush, but how do you use their contrast to show different approaches to power and responsibility?

Charles Soule: The reason they felt like Obama and Bush in that first issue and, to some degree, the first arc, was to give readers an immediate sort of hook and entry point; to say, “wouldn’t it be fun if it was something like this?” But the truth is that every incoming president — and we see it with the guy we have, we saw it with Obama — when they come in on Day One they realize the job is extremely different from what they thought it was going to be. Campaigning is one thing and governing as president is a completely different proposition. You remember those photo shoots from the day that Trump went into the Oval Office and met Obama — he was dying, from what he had heard on just that one day!

I think that the contrast between Blades and Carroll as the story goes on is, they are both people who feel like they know how to save the world, and they have very different approaches to what that means. Carroll is convinced that the world is one way: the aliens are going to destroy us, they’re going to come down and fight and we need to defeat them, we need to be ready for that. Whereas Blades says, we don’t know anything about this, let’s do a little research and wait and see before we start militarizing the entire world, starting wars and things like that.

I also wanted to show, over the course of the series, now that we’re almost at the end, you can see that a president has a lot of power in very specific ways, but they’re not omnipotent, they can’t do everything they want to do. So despite the best efforts of Blades to take this wait-and-see approach to see if we can learn more and maybe cooperate with these beings, events overtake him and the world has its own kind of engine that moves it forward. I don’t care what your political office is, it’s going to do what it’s going to do.

That was the contrast I wanted to explore. The president who has the office is trying to perform to the best of his ability, but even with all that power, there’s only so much he can do. Then you have another president who is so desperate to regain that power, the former president who thinks he never should have left office and if the damn Constitution hadn’t got in his way he would have stayed. They’re both good presidents. They’re both Americans, they both believe in what they’re doing. They both can say they’re amazing U.S. presidents but it’s up to the reader to decide who’s actually any good.

The current arc sees the two presidents each selecting a small number of people — 666! — to survive the imminent destruction of Earth. How do their choices reflect their own priorities and worldviews?

Soule: To give context to anyone who hasn’t read the series, as the story continues, we start with the new president discovering that there’s this alien construction project in the asteroid belt. The former president, the outgoing president, had known about it for seven years, and he’s done a lot of things to prepare the world for this, mostly militarization because [he believes] these things are here to kill us. The new president is in kind of a wait-and-see position. But as the story moves forward, things get darker and darker and darker, and it seems like it really is going to be the end of the world. Each one of the two presidents gathers a group of people into that hypothetically will be able to survive this world ending apocalypse. So Carroll, the former president, gathers together a bunch of “true believers” in a bunker inside of a mountain. His feeling is that these are people who are going to worship him as an absolute power, as a god, that’s the difference between what he does and what Blades does. Blades brings together 666 people who are hopefully the creme de la creme of humanity, geniuses or young kids who have a lot of potential ahead of them. These are people who are not about him, they’re about humanity. That’s the core difference between Carroll and Blades: Blades is thinking about the world and humanity, whereas Carroll is ultimately motivated by thinking about himself.

Blades chose to protect his son, but not himself or his wife, whereas Carroll gave himself a spot.

Soule: Carroll’s family is gone; there’s a point when you learn a little bit more about Carroll’s backstory and you find out that his wife died, and his wife was the thing that was keeping him normal or human or connected to the human race. After his wife dies, he kind of goes a little nuts. He has no family. Blades has a wife and a son, and he doesn’t put his wife in but he does put his son in. He can’t not do it, he can’t sentence his son to death.

Alberto, you get to draw some fantastic space sequences and more down-to-earth scenes of very human scheming. Are there challenges associated with illustrating for these sort of parallel storylines, making them feel like parts of a whole?

Alberto Jimenez Alburquerque: Both have their own challenges on their own. Space scenes are always hard to draw because, well, we’ve seen astronauts and weird aliens in sci-fi movies, but I always try to give it my own spin. Also, in the Earth scenes there’s a lot of conversations, a lot of politicians talking, and that’s challenging because readers can get the action through the dialogue and it’s interesting and engaging, but I want to make sure the images work, too. Then mixing them together, finding a way to tell both stories and integrating it in one issue, it’s hard to jump from one style to the other without making the reader alienated. So I tried to keep it together.

You also get to mix a lot of technology, as well as some surreal, fluid worlds.

Alburquerque: Charles told me at the beginning that the Earth things should be possible, like something we could develop in 10-15 years. And then where we got to see the alien technology, he had this idea in mind of the fractals, and from there he told me I could do whatever I want, I could explore a little more. I had a blast.

There have also been some very human moments of family drama, in space. At the beginning you set up an unusual family situation for a crew left to their own devices in deep space, I’d be curious to hear you both talk about how that’s played out through all of the characters.

Soule: Sure. There were nine astronauts on the Clarke when it was sent out into space, and when we open in issue #1, we realize there are only eight. That implies that obviously something happened, and they’re not telling Mission Control. Mission Control doesn’t know that. They’re just like, oh, he’s in the bathroom whenever they call. They’ve covered up that one of them is gone for some reason. Not only that, but the men and women on this ship have entered into this sort of polyamorous family where anybody can have sex with anybody else on the ship if that person says yes. Nobody has any hold on anybody else, there are no relationships, and they did this to sort of avoid conflict on the ship. Which sets up this interesting idea, at least to me, of what humans need and whether jealousy erupts in a situation like that and how very intelligent, very smart people can try to avoid some of the emotional entanglements that affect everybody. This is the solution they came up with; whether it’s good or not, well, as the story continues you can draw your own conclusions.

Part of the core of the whole series, one of the most significant parts of the book, is that the leader of the science team, Charlotte Hayden, becomes pregnant. She has a child, a little baby named Astra, during the mission. That really it like a family — now there is a second generation that they have to look out for. But they’re in this situation where they all expect to die at any moment — it’s the worst possible environment to bring a child into, and they do it anyway. Why they did that, how they deal with it, how Astra will develop as a character — it’s been awesome because it’s given me the chance to write all of these emotional beats of all different kinds. Jealousy, anger, love, sadness. And Alberto, thank goodness, is very, very capable of drawing all that stuff. I know he does not enjoy drawing Astra’s various adventures [Alberto laughs], she’s the hardest one I guess. It’s really great to have an artist who, if I ask for a very subtle kind of emotion, he gets it right every time.

Albuquerque: I appreciate that. Drawing Astra, it’s not that I don’t like it — it’s a hard task to draw a little baby that talks and has heart attacks… it’s challenging, every time. I like drawing her more now that she’s a little older and can walk a little and move more like a person. But at the beginning I struggled a little bit with baby Astra. She’s a cool character, but it’s not easy.

And all the range of emotions, Charles is really good at writing emotional scenes. There are a lot of scenes throughout the series that touch you, and you can relate to that. A father and mother really caring about their kid, and all the sacrifices you make for your own people and all that. Drawing subtle emotions is a hard one to do but it’s part of the joy of the job. It would be very boring to draw people who are all the time smiling or all the time angry. It’s pretty fun to be able to explore human expressions and acting through these characters and all the emotions that Charles writes so well.

The weight of responsibility and the consequences of major decisions have come up again and again, and now it looks like the crew of the Clarke have made a pretty major miscalculation in deciding to attack the builders. How do they move forward from here?

Soule: One of the big themes of this story is the way people misunderstand each other, the way they aren’t able to see things from another person’s perspective, or they make assumptions about what other people are doing. That is compounded when you bring into the story an alien race, a race that evolved in a completely different way, that has completely different concerns and completely different way of communication. One of the biggest things that I think we would have difficulty with if we ever encountered an alien race is just being able to understand what the hell they want, what motivates them. We’re motivated by what you could call the basic human desires or needs: shelter, water, companionship. Survival, and then if you’re evolved enough it starts to move beyond yourself to family, protecting and keeping them safe, and then your community, and then maybe the world. All of those things at various levels, and they all kind of make sense, you understand how they work from a human perspective. If we met alien life? Let’s take a mayfly. A mayfly is a larva underground for a long time, then they emerge, they have one day of frantic sexy mating time, and then they die, and that’s it. So what they would consider important in their lives is very different — we just couldn’t relate to it.

I wanted to write a story where that theme was very strong. There’s a lot of times where characters who could easily solve a problem if they tried to understand each other better, don’t. Through the whole thing, the humans, until very close to the end, don’t understand what the Builders were doing, why they were doing it, why they were here. They make decisions that seem correct at the time, like it’s impossible to think of any other way to do it, so they make these choices that have very dramatic effects. And it’s all born out of that lack of understanding. Makes for some great cliffhangers and drama, for sure.

Would you say the Builders are also guilty of not trying to understand where the humans are coming from?

Soule: Well, as we learn, the Builders have been on a journey for billions of years trying to complete their mission, which I’m not going to spoil too much. They’ve tried to do what they’re trying to do for such a long time that the idea that this upstart, relatively new, incredibly young intelligent race is going to have anything new to tell them or teach them, they find it ludicrous. There’s this great idea in other science fiction spaces that, because of the way we evolved, we see the world and receive the world in a certain way. Your mind gets set in these patterns about the way that things can work, like what a screwdriver can be used for. But if you grew up in a different tradition, or if you grew up with a different anatomy, a screwdriver might work as an entirely different sort of tool. If we had different kinds of teeth, a screwdriver could be a toothbrush. You get the idea.

There’s a point in the story where, because of those evolutionary differences, the humans of the Clarke discover something about the Builders’ technology that they never could have seen. It’s just the sort of basic thing that the Builders always missed for billions of years. That ends up being a very significant plot point to the story.

So yeah, the Builders don’t really try to understand things, either. They know that humans are an intelligent race and that’s valuable in the universe, but beyond that humans are just the next ones in the road, pretty much.

So… now that you’re wrapping up “Letter 44,” is there any chance you’ll do a reboot for “Letter 45?”

[Both chuckle]

Soule: You want to tackle that, Alberto?

Alburquerque: Sure, maybe?

Soule: It would just be such a different story. Maybe someday we’ll do a parody issue, like “what would have happened?”

Alburquerque: That could be fun.

Soule: What would be fun is if we just did one issue that was like “Letter 25,” or “Letter 16” and it’s Abraham Lincoln. Picking different presidents at different times and how they would react to something like this. Give them each five pages. That actually sounds kind of fun!

Albuquerque: That could be really cool because it would allow me to draw different times.

Soule: Like what would happen if this happened during World War I? Or in the 1700s?

Anything else you’d like to add before we go?

Soule: I’m just so happy that people are still reading the series. That Alberto and I have been able to tell the story to its end. The series will wrap up with issue #35, which will come out in I think May or June. I’m extremely proud of what we’ve been able to do with it, and if people haven’t checked it out yet, I hope they do.

Albuquerque: It’s really amazing that an independent book like “Letter 44” has made it through almost five years of work and we have been able to tell the whole story the way we wanted to do. I’m really proud of what we have done. I’m happy that this series brought me to Charles, meeting him is awesome. I think I’ve learned a lot drawing the whole series. It’s really cool. People seem to like it here in Europe, in France and Spain people love it. I want to find out what happens in the end and I think readers of the series want the same thing, too!

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