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nem0-nee · 1 year
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How I sleep after traumatizing my OCs beyond repair
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jackmans-poison · 9 months
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Intimacy and Interruptions
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A/N: welcome baby #2!
"Ready to go, babe?" Jack called from the bedroom, adjusting his tie in the mirror. It was Valentine's Day, and you were headed to your dinner reservation at Vincenzo's (of course). Ruby was with Maggie and Brian for the night, so you two could have some alone time.
"As ready as I'll ever be," you stepped out of the bathroom, and Jack took in the sight before him. You were dressed in a black, backless maternity dress with diamonds on the haltered neck, and had paired it with some silver flats. You normally would have opted for heels, but due to being nine months pregnant, very few shoes fit you these days.
"My God," he said, looking at you the same way he did when he first laid eyes on you. "How the hell did I get so lucky?"
"Oh, please, you know you've seen better," you replied. Lately, you've been feeling more unconfident than ever, and combined with your crankiness, you didn't know how Jack could even put up with you in this final stage.
"Well, my statement still stands," he nodded matter-of-factly, holding out his hand. "Shall we?"
"I suppose," you took his hand and let him drag you to his car. You had no desire to go out - your idea for Valentine's Day was spending the evening with him wearing matching pajamas, watching silly rom-coms, and eating all the chocolate you could dream of.
On the car ride there, and while you were walking in, you felt a weird feeling in your stomach, but you just brushed it off as hunger.
"Harlow, table for two?" Jack asked the host as you adjusted your updo, thankful that whatever cramps were there before had passed.
"Right this way," the host led you to your table. To your surprise, Vincenzo's was mostly empty, except for literally only three other couples scattered through the entire restaurant. Once seated, you both ordered waters, since Jack didn't drink and you couldn't.
"How are you feeling, mamas?"
"Do you want a lie or the truth?" you raised your eyebrows. "Because truthfully, I would feel way better if I could wear my actual clothes and if my feet could fit into a pair of high heels. I can hear colors and smell numbers, and I'm afraid that if I move, I'll either puke or fart. I'm amazed you still wanted to go out in public with a beached whale for a wife."
"Hey, you still look beautiful," he took both your hands in his. "I mean that. You may not feel beautiful, but you still are. Pregnancy glow looks damn good on you."
You blushed, looking away. "Thank you."
"I wouldn't say that if it wasn't true," he said. "And, uh, I'd appreciate it if you kept your gassy woes to yourself."
You laughed out loud. "You live with me, you've got no choice but to deal with it."
As you browsed your menus deciding what to order, the feeling returned. You winced subtly as you turned a page on your menu, but Jack noticed right away.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, might be nausea," you shrugged, scanning the options. "But it's passed now. What looks good to you?"
"Fettuccine."
"Oh, of course that's what you-" you hunched over. "Go for!" You realized this was more than just hunger or nausea - you were contracting. An entire week early.
"Baby, are you sure?"
"I'll be right back," you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. Shockingly, you managed to make it to just outside the bathroom before another contraction hit.
"No, no, no," you complained as you waddled into the bathroom. "Not tonight. Please not tonight."
But it was too late. Your water had already broke.
"Are you okay?" a woman had come in and saw you hunched over, sweating and gripping onto the sink for dear life.
"Go get my husband," you managed to groan out. "He's Jack Harlow. You can't miss him."
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"Okay, little man, we're here because of you, you can come out now," you poked your belly, impatient as ever. You arrived at the hospital at 7:20 in the evening, and it was now 6:00 in the morning. Almost twelve hours in labor and you weren't even close to being fully dilated yet. You had tried to sleep, but you were in so much pain that you couldn't at all. You rolled your eyes at the sound of a snore from your husband, who was laying on the sofa opposite your bed.
"Jackman, I hate you."
That woke him right up. "Huh? What? Is the baby coming?"
"No, I said I hate you," you snapped. "You're over there sleeping, snacking, and getting yourself comfortable while I'm over here unable to fucking move!"
"Hey, woah, what's with the attitude?" Jack was trying to be calm, but your tone scared him.
"Oh, don't even start," you couldn't believe how apathetic he was being. "You just lounge over there all nonchalant and you have no clue what I'm going through! I'm about to give birth a week early, I have been in constant pain all night, I haven't slept a wink, and I'm starving since we didn't get to-" you were cut off by a contraction. "OOOWWWW!"
Jack leapt up from the sofa and rushed to your side, stroking your hair as you tried to breathe. "Honey, honey, you're okay. I'm right here."
As soon as the pain subsided, you immediately burst into tears. "Jack... I'm so sorry."
"Why?"
"Because," you sniffled. "Everything hurts and I'm taking it out on you. It's not even your fault."
"Baby," Jack pulled you into his chest, muffling your cries. "You don't have to apologize. You're right, I don't know what it's like to be pregnant, and I'm sorry if I wasn't a lot of help some days. But you have handled all of this so wonderfully. You've been so strong, especially with raising a six-year-old and putting up with me during all this." That earned a small laugh from you. "So trust me, I'm not angry, and you have nothing to be sorry for. I know this isn't easy."
You nodded, pulling away. "I feel so shitty that we didn't even get to have our appetizer, let alone the main entree."
"Well, that part was out of our control. How were we supposed to know little man was going to surprise us?"
You smiled as the nurse came to check on you. "If we still have some time to go, can you at least go find me a Popsicle? Or crackers?"
"If you're going to eat, I suggest you make it fast," the nurse smiled at you. "Only one centimeter left to go."
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"Grandma, this isn't the way to Target," Ruby giggled from the backseat of Maggie's van. "I know where Target is, because Mommy takes me all the time."
"Oh, yes, she's told me about all the shopping sprees," Maggie replied. "And I know this isn't the way, because we're not going to Target."
"Where are we going, then?"
"Well, I was going to surprise you when we got there, but we're going to the hospital to see your mom and dad. Your baby brother was born almost an hour ago!"
"HE WAS?!" Ruby screamed, kicking her legs in her booster seat. "Baby brother is here?!" She continued to bounce, squeal, and babble excitedly the whole way there, and when the van was parked, Maggie had to grab her hand and pull her back so she wouldn't run off suddenly.
"Hi, we're here to visit Mr. and Mrs. Harlow," Maggie told the front desk clerk, and Ruby jumped, trying to be noticed. "They have my brother! He was borned today!"
"Ah, here they are! Room 565, elevators are just down the hall to your right."
On the elevator ride up, Maggie reminded Ruby, "now remember, he was just born, and your mom is still a little tired. So when we go into the room, let's try to use inside voices and gentle hands, okay?"
She nodded vigorously as the elevator opened, and the two of them made the short walk to your delivery room.
"Oh, hi, baby girl!" you lifted your head and smiled at Ruby, who was already investigating the bassinet that held your new son. "Jack, pick her up so she can see better."
"Ruby, this is your brother, Jonah," Jack said once she was lifted a little. Her eyes widened as her mouth fell open.
"Hi, Jonah," she whispered, reaching her hand out to gently touch his. Jonah cooed at the interaction, and though he wasn't smiling yet, part of his hand had wrapped around one of her fingers.
"I'm Ruby, your big sissy."
~~~
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yourinstagram Jonah Bryce Harlow • February 15 7:40am • we are so blessed all over again
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jackharlow Worth skipping Valentine's dinner for. Love our little man. 🩵
claybornharlow Kinda disappointed you didn't name him Clay but it's aight.
urbanwyatt Or Wyatt at the very least. Cmon now.
yourinstagram @/jackharlow not the uncles fighting... 🙄😂
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jerzwriter · 1 year
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One Summer Night...
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Book:                   Open Heart (Post Series)
Pairing:                Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey), Samantha Carrick
Rating:                 Teen +
Category:            Fluff/Romance
Warnings: Slightly suggestive, but nothing explicit
Summary:   The lights are out in Boston in the middle of a heatwave, and no one is sleeping, but it is a night full of sweet memories for Tobias & Casey... once they cool off.
Words: 725
A/N: Day 6 of @creativepromptsforwriting 's 30-Day Writing Challenge: Write about a blackout. I mean, I only went 125 words over my goal, not bad... not bad at all. :) Also participating in @choicesjanuarychallenge Day 2 - Night
Tobias & Casey Masterlist 30-Day Challenge Masterlist
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It was twelve-thirty in the morning, and Casey lay awake in her bed. The thin, white nightgown she selected when she got into bed hours ago clung uncomfortably to her body. She considered yanking it off and sleeping in nothing at all. Her husband certainly wouldn’t complain. But having a two-year-old underfoot made her think better of it, especially on a night like this when no one was going to sleep. She grimaced as a bead of sweat collected atop her chest and slowly trailed down the side of her breast, finding a new home in a crease in her armpit. She had had enough.
Tobias snickered when he returned to their pitch-black room, crawling into bed beside her naked body.  
“I knew that nightgown never stood a chance,” he smirked. 
She could just see the look on his face, although her eyes were shut tight. His finger trailed delicately from the top of her thigh over her swollen abdomen and nearly reached the curve of her breast when she swatted his hand away.
“Touch me again, and you die, Dr. Carrick.”
“Damn,” he laughed. “The nightgown didn’t stand a chance, and maybe I don’t either.”
“Nah, you’re safe,” Casey chuckled wearily. “After all, if I kill you, I’ll be stuck taking care of not one but two rugrats on my own.”
“Not to mention you’d be in jail.”
“I’m not going to jail, babe. My attorney will make sure I have a jury of my peers. No woman would convict me when I explain that my husband was attempting to caress my sweaty, 7-month pregnant self in a blackout during a heatwave.”
“No lie,” he shivvered. “In fact, they may resurrect me, just to sentence me to death… more painfully this time.”
“You’re spot on,” she laughed. “How is Sammy?”
“Back to sleep… for now. But I gave her more cold water to cool down, so she’s bound to be up for a potty run soon.”
“Mmmh. I’ll get her next time,” Casey offered.
“Like hell, you will. You’ll be sleeping one way or another, princess.  Momma needs her rest.”
“It’s too hot to sleep. What is the temperature anyway?”
Tobias snuck a peek at his phone. “92 degrees at 2:45 AM. God, what I wouldn’t give for a Boston winter right now.”
“Me too,” Casey moaned.
“I told you I should have bought a generator. I’m getting one tomorrow.”
“But…”
“No buts! It’s bad enough that my wife and daughter can’t sleep, but now, I can’t even touch you? This is where I draw the line.”
Casey reached over and patted his head with a laugh. “I’m glad your priorities are in order, dear.”
“Always.”
He brushed her hair, stuck to her forehead with sweat, off her face. 
“No, no, no… this won’t do,” he said as he shot out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ve got an idea.”
Five minutes later, he led Casey into their candlelit bathroom and helped her settle into a tub of cool water. Once she was comfortable, he slipped an inflatable pillow behind her neck. 
“Now, close your eyes. I’ll watch over you so you can get some rest.”
“Mmmh,” she sighed. “This does feel nice. But why aren’t you trying to cop a feel now that I’m not sweaty, Dr. Carrick.”
“Hey, don’t tempt me there, lady,” he laughed, sticking a hand in the water and rubbing her belly. “I did this to you twice, and I’m not afraid to do it to you again.”
“You can’t get me pregnant while I’m pregnant, Tobias!” She laughed. “I think the heat’s gotten to you, too!”
With that, they heard a loud hum, and the bathroom light flickered back on. 
“Oh, praise God and all things holy, we have power!” Tobias yelled. “With any luck, the house will be cooled off in an hour, then maybe we’ll all get some sleep.”
It was two-thirty in the morning. Casey, wearing her favorite blue pajamas, was fast asleep with little Samantha clinging to her side. Tobias moved Sammy’s teddy bear to the side and turned off the light, smiling brightly as he slipped under the sheets with his girls.   He was going to be tired tomorrow, that he knew for sure, but he would still be a very happy man. Especially after the generator he just ordered was delivered.
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elinor-taylor · 1 year
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July - Sept '93
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Among the woodland shadows, nestled between powerful oaks and twisted yews, stood a small cottage, not unlike the one belonging to her friend, Dale, before it was reduced to cinders. It was quiet here, no birdsong or hum. Just the gentle snores of several dozen sleeping trolls.
Marie opened her father's journal and began to read.
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On this day, July 9th, 1993
I have decided that in this volume and all those that follow, my entries shall relate only to my trips through the gate. From this point on, I think it best to separate the extraordinary from my other, everyday entries. It's becoming clear as the months pass that the two can not mix, despite what D might think. I suspect he would abandon this place in a heartbeat given the option.
He does seem rather enamoured with Marble Falls and the greater Yorkshire area. Each time he comes to watch me at the windows of one of the many churches and cathedrals I'm contracted to clean, he sits happily for hours on the guttering. It takes some convincing for me to get him to return home.
I have to admit he is good company, jolly little fellow that he is, and always in such good spirits, even if his never-ending questions do grate on my nerves on occasion. So I'm loathed to talk him out of it. It seems a fair trade that as I spend time in his homeland (albeit adopted), he should spend time in mine.
That said, were the council to find out how I'd been smuggling him through there'd be hell to pay!
***
On this day, July 31st, 1993
Marie has been asking about her forest friends again. I can tell she would greatly like to return to Diamond. She did, after all, have such a wonderful visit the last time. Unsurprising that the mind of a child sees only the best and not the worst of a place and its people. She needs it to be true, more so than I, I think.
By way of placating her, I took pictures on a small disposable camera left over from the birthday party she went to the other week, that of one of her playschool friends. The little girl, who was turning 6, is obviously blessed with a mother far more able to engage and organise than my dear Barbara. They put on quite the do.
I snapped a few shots of the village folk in Faretheewell proper, who were kind enough to pose despite thinking me quite mad. 'So we'll be inside this box?' Manny asked, incredulous at the notion of his image being transferred to little squares of paper.
I did my best to explain. Perhaps I shall take the pictures to show them when I get them developed. I know Dale especially would get a kick out of it.
I would've stayed longer but for the fact we were interrupted by odd noises coming from the southerly end of the forest, where the woods join the land that leads to the city. I was ushered back to the gate quick smart by the Harrows, who had just gotten through warning me of possible repercussions of the industrial developments in Must. And who I had just gotten through telling not to be so alarmist.
Right on cue, it began: a wailing noise. We were all disturbed by it. Connie Harrow, may her own god love her, looked as if all the blood had left her face and drained down into her boots.
I've decided it's probably a good idea to listen more closely to the residents from now on. I sometimes forget I am merely passing through Diamond and therefore have less claim on an opinion.
***
On this day, August 17th, 1993
If only I could tell Barbara about this place. I believe with all my heart that it would help her, that she would find comfort in the magical properties of who and what resides in these woods. I feel sure she could heal and recover here. Alas, I doubt I could find the words to encourage her out of her stupour in order to make the journey. Words are all I have, and even those fail me when it comes to her. Besides, there's a chill in the air I can not describe.
What to do?
***
On this day, August 21st, 1993
Another day in Faretheewell. I spent the afternoon helping Dale clear his path of debris left by the rioters. What a mess!
We swept and piled up a fair amount. But with each barrowful shifted, another ten seemed to appear. We joked that it was magic rubbish and that the fairy folk had cursed us to forever have to clear our paths, as they are forever cursed to clear the air of our mess. Wouldn't blame them, frankly. Karma's a bitch, as the saying goes.
Dale is giving thought to moving away from his cottage in the forest. I can see he's becoming twitchy following the latest round of protests. There's only so many times you can rebuild, so many times you can tell yourself it'll settle, before you have to take a long hard look at the situation and decide if this is the best place for you to be.
I told him I'd support him whatever he chooses to do and that his safety should be his priority. Faretheewell is delightful, but it isn't the most important thing. He can find another place if it comes down to it. And I would, of course, help him in any way I can.
For now, though, he's staying where he is. He knows the armies are building in strength. The North have influence and are doing their best to sway the will of the cunning but inherently non-violent woodland fae. And it's seems from the amount of crap we're having to clear that their tactics are working.
But he's staying. He says this is his home and he'll leave only when he chooses, or in a box.
Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
***
On this day, September 2nd, 1993
I spoke with a troll today. He told me his name was Johan. I shared with him the sandwiches I'd brought, and he was kind enough to share his interesting perspective on the cultural shift the people of Diamond have felt of late. I sat for the longest time listening to him speak. Trolls, I've come to realise, are the historians of Diamond and are the most fascinating of sorts.
Johan told me that this wasn't the first time such a shift had occurred, that this happens periodically. Cyclical, he said. I'm of a mind to believe him as he and the other trolls know things the rest of us can only imagine.
I stopped short of asking how it might end, and instead thanked him for his time before going on my way.
I wondered afterwards, if I had asked the question, would he have told me the truth even if the answer wasn’t in my favour? Either way - if he'd lied to save my feelings or given me the honest, unvarnished truth - I suspect he'd have done so with best intentions. He seemed that way inclined.
I hope to one day cross paths with him again, but I fear other forces are at play, and the people here are growing increasingly nervous. Better I don't draw attention to the kindly ones by seeking them out, or else risk them as well as myself.
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On this day, September 24th, 1993
This place is changing. The last time I visited, I was welcomed with open arms and treated like one might treat a family member. But today, I entered the woods to the sound of cries. I followed the sound and discovered a young couple with their newborn, hiding in a ditch. 'Go back!' they said. 'We're not safe here anymore.'
Naturally, I was shaken by this. But still, I went on. I know the village and this part of the woods, and I know there is nothing to fear. These are the kindest, most welcoming folks I know. What could there possibly be to fear?
I would later come to discover that the young family I had just encountered had good reason for fleeing Faretheewell. I saw them again on my return, only this time they were in no position to talk, their mouths and ears stuffed as they were with moss and twigs, their eyes staring blindly at the sky. I pray that by stopping them on their way to talk I didn't in some way bring about this hideous end.
Even the baby.
That beautiful innocent baby.
I cannot bring my darling girl back here again. The image of her like that-
***
Marie closed the journal. She didn't want to read anymore.
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shammah8 · 1 year
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RHAPSODY OF REALITIES DAILY DEVOTIONAL
KEEP THE DEVIL ON THE RUN
TUESDAY, 13TH DECEMBER 2022
📖.....Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you (JAMES 4:7).
PASTOR CHRIS OYAKHILOME
Satan never plays fair; so you have to always be on the offensive against him. Our opening scripture says to resist him; but how do you resist him? It’s with the Word—the Sword of the Spirit. Don’t think the devil is sleeping; he’s not! The Bible says he prowls to and fro like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour (1 Peter 5:8).
Don’t wait for his fiery darts before putting him in check. What the devil likes to do is to get your attention, so that you're always on the defensive, fighting to get your peace back, to get your health and strength back, or to get things back to normal; ever fighting to restore something; no! Don’t let yourself be hemmed in such a position.
While with your faith you’re neutralizing all the fiery darts Satan throws at you, always be on the offensive with the “Rhema” of God in your mouth. In Ephesians 6:10-16, the Apostle Paul gave a list of the protective part of our armour. Then in the 17th verse, he gave the only offensive tool: “the sword of the Spirit,” which is the “Rhema” of God.
Rhema is Greek for the "spoken word." In this case, it’s your proclamation of the inspired Word of God for the hour and the season. It’s always a word said, or a word in saying; otherwise, it’s not a sword; it’s not a weapon. Always put the Word on your lips; that’s what you use to discomfit the enemy and all adversities.
PRAYER
Dear Father, your Word is in my heart and in my mouth, prevailing as I speak it forth! I speak forth righteousness, wisdom, prosperity, victory and abundance. And with the shield of faith, I extinguish and render ineffective the fiery darts, lies, tricks and stratagems of the adversary, walking on in the victory of Christ, in Jesus' Name. Amen.
FURTHER STUDY
EPHESIANS 6:10-17 Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might. 11 Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. 12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. 13 Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. 14 Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness; 15 And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace; 16 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. 17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:
1 PETER 5:8-9 Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour: 9 Whom resist stedfast in the faith, knowing that the same afflictions are accomplished in your brethren that are in the world.
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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years
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Wednesday 3 June 1835
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no kiss finish morning when I got up - but soon afterwards a little rain - at my desk at 5 40 - A- very ill all night with earache and tooth-ache and a little sore throat - her ear so bad, she only slept about 5 minutes between 3 and 4 in the morning and I literally did not sleep one minute - so got up to send off for Mr Jubb - A- asleep almost as soon as I left her and asleep till I awoke her to see Mr Jubb at 8 ½ - sent off George at 6 with the following note to ‘Mr Jubb Lord street Halifax’ ‘Miss Lister will be much obliged to Mr Jubb to call at Shibden Hall as soon after he has breakfasted as he can, to see Miss Walker who is suffering, and has suffered all the night, from a sore throat, and earache and toothache - Shibden Hall Wednesday morning 3 June 1835’ - wrote and sent also by George the following note 1 page of ½ sheet to ‘Messrs. Parker and Adam Solicitors Halifax’ Shibden Hall Wednesday 3 June 1835 - Sir the name of the field is the lane-head field- term of lease 2 years - tenant to enter on midsummer day next - rent to be due on Xmas day and midsummer day - as much stone to be paid for on each successive rent day as may have been got during the preceding six months - but the whole 300 yards get or not to be paid up on the last rent-day of the term - the tenant to take the stones now got and lying at the quarry at a valuation - the Lessee to pay after the rate of £3 per D.W. for damage,  or £4.10.0 per acre - the precise direction in which the stone is to be got, may be north west : but this to be inquired about of Mr Freeman, if possible; as also of Mr Samuel Washington who will have  a plan of the quarry ready, and to be at the Stump X Inn, in good time - I particularly wish the buildings to be kept as secret as were those for the Stump X Inn itself   I am sir etc etc A Lister’ - lay on the sofa in the blue room trying to get  a little sleep, but too much disturbed - tried also in the great chair in the north dining room but there, too, disturbed till Mr Jubb came at 8 ½ - A-has a little fever and her bowels are out of order - I might have fomented her ear last night with hot water - or put into at a little lint steeped in laudanum - she is to apply a poultice tonight to extend along the cheek - and he will send her a little laudanum and ether to be applied externally -a few drops sufficed to run down along the cheek - or lint steeped in this may but put into the ear - or if in much pain she may take 20 or 30 drops of it - and he will send her some effervescing saline draughts (sulphate of potash) and some pills  containing 1/2gr. calomel each and jalap - to take 2 immediately and not operating sufficiently in 3 hours to take 2 more pills - told Mr J- she could not bear much reducing - breakfast at 9 - had Marian some while - then with A- at her bedside till out at 10 ½ - with Booth and Charles H- and Robert S- and his man who began this morning pulling down for the new coach house farm-yard door to the west took Booth to the quadrant ordered how I would have it finished off - quite different from Mr Bradley’s plan - but gave B- the order to provide materials and do the job as soon as he could - came in at 12 ¾ and sat by A- sometime - then a few minutes with my father - Mr Sutcliffe Sowden called on the part of Mr Wilkinson to know what answer A- returned to Miss Wilkinson’s note of yesterday - said A- had been at Heath yesterday - had god cold and was now asleep - but much obliged and would take possession of the pew lately occupied by Mr Hudson in Lightcliffe church on Sunday - then wrote the whole of the above of today till 1 ¾ - then wrote and sent by George at 3 10 the following to ‘Mrs Ann Walker, Cliff hill’ Shibden Hall Wednesday 3 June 1835 - My dear Madam - I send George to inquire after your cold, and to say, that Miss Walker would have called at Cliff hill this afternoon, but she increased her cold yesterday in calling at Heath, and brining back Miss Plowes and suffered so much in the night from earache and toothache, that she had Mr Jubb this morning, who begged her to stay in the house at least all today, and to nurse herself for the next two or 3 days - she begs her love and with the united kind regards of the rest, believe me my dear Madam, very truly yours A Lister’ I hope you will not think of sending more than a verbal answer to say how your cold is’ - read and dozed over till 3 10 from p. 256 to 283 Dr Philip on Simple and Eruptive fevers volume 1 - then out a little while in the coach house - then with A- a little while and ¼ hour with my aunt - then out (in the new coach house) till 6 ¼ - had had between 3 and 4 Robert Mann who came with William Lord the man spoken of by Thomas Greenwood as sober and steady and might do as keeper - a very unmannered sort of good sort of man aetatis 41, but promising very fair - told the man he would have manners to learn - said I would give him no hope of the place, but if he liked he might come at 7am tomorrow to help Robert Schofield and his man to get the farm-yard lowered and barrow the stuff away - I should then see what he (William Lord) could do - nothing fixed about wages - I told him to consider what to ask and not ask unreasonably - a little while with A- again - dinner at 6 ½ in 25 minutes - then out again for ½ hour - talking to John Booth - told him to turn Ruthin the gin horse out tomorrow he has stood in the stable idle since Saturday evening - A- dined in bed at 6 - I had coffee at her bedside at 8 and sat with her till 9 - then wrote the last 11 lines - then with my aunt from 9 20 to 10 -rainy morning till about noon - afterwards showers - between 3 and 4 very heavy rain and hail and much loud thunder and vivid lightning - fair before 5 and afterwards evening - F57° now at 9 20 pm -  letter this evening from Mr Cooper York - the younger pony well again - the elder has been very ill (inflammation in the throat) strangles, I suppose - C- thought it would have died - not able to do any work of a week so should remain a week or 10 days longer under the breaker - will send me word when they are ready
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#6 The near death experience
Checking out is probably the worst part of the travelling life at the moment, because you check out at 8am but need to be organised enough to have you day pack ready for the day adventure and your belongings for the overnight train later in the night - but you will also use the communal shower prior to that, so bag organisation is an effort!! That and the fact you lose your air conditioned room that you may have only used for one hour the night before, but hey, you keep on keeping on! Today’s adventure, ATV and Zipling! The bus left at 8.30am and Elias (Norway) joined the lobby at 8.28am, well timed. We made our way through the city and out to the mountain where the roads were as windy and bumpy as they come. Think great ocean road x2 with a billion pot holes. However, when we got to the location, it was actually quite resort-y! We were not expecting that! Naively, nor was I expecting the 10cm jungle spider outside the bathroom window (without glass). Definitely in the jungle now! We had a 3 mins safety demonstration for the Zipline, jumped in the golf buggy and we were away - plenty safe so far.. The Zipline was actually great! There were about ten lines through the rainforest with a few climbing obstacles also. Easy enough for sure. Safe enough for sure. We sat down to what felt like a private lunch in the rainforest with chicken and rice, a small soup and drinks. It was actually lovely getting my to know Elias better, at 20 on his first solo venture. His mum lives in the Arctic circle, on an island above Norway, where he also did high school. He said they love snowmobiling out there for fun, however noted you must take a rifle because of the polar bears and be wary of the glacial cracks that you can plummet down.. Ek, okay! He also shared insights on the day and night routine, with the area dark for 24 hours most of the year. Crazy. After lunch, we organised ourselves for the ATV. Another 3 minute safety demonstration and a test lap and good to go. Safe as, once again. I felt okay, having done it in Canada and thinking it would be relatively the same (minus the snow) - it was not. I legit feared for my life through half of it. Within the first 100m, I had used the brakes on an inclined hill (which is an error but the person in front was going to slow!) and started slipping backwards toward the edge - which was a drop covered into Vietnamese jungle and god knows what animals. Slightly nervy, but continuing on. The roads were carved out with valleys where the water had ran down the mountain, and the inclines were really quite steep! Whilst I pushed on, the guide helped me on two occasions because I was actually terrified to do it alone and roll the quad bike. Anywho, there are few photos of that experience, because I was essentially holding on for dear life the entire time! But - made it back in one piece, phew! Actually a close call on about three counts. Back in the reception area, the bus was an hour off so we went down to the waterfalls for a swim. Without bathers, underwear it was! The water was clear, but I only had a quick dip and attempted to dry off for the bus. That and the jungle has taken enough of me today, I don’t need to be eaten by anything in the water! Heading back, I was so glad I went on that adventure. I nearly didn’t, as I thought I was going to be alone as Elias booked late, but it was a great day! One that sharing to the rest of the group later was a fun tale, I’m just glad we came out unscathed! Vietnamese jungle 1 - Lis 0. Back at the hostel, we wandered for Greek Gyros for dinner and I showered (read, ran cold water over my body and the sweated up a storm whilst attempting to get dressed, so ‘shower’ is a loose term) and got organised for the overnight train. The days have been busy! With little place to base ourselves of late, and heading into our second overnight train, fatigue is setting in! I’m thankful my sleeping ability is excellent, but an afternoon nap might be in order tomorrow. Hoi Anh, you beautiful lantern covered city, we are coming for you!
Written Monday March 25th at 9.10pm
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libidomechanica · 3 months
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Such a verse I can warm days to gentle
A curtal sonnet sequence
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Down heart and if but a dear lady’s side! With figured like needy whom having sweeping breasts. Which when souls as constrain; sure, said Leoline? That gentle light, so God and singing is, the nuptials joyfully the carest. Will tell through me! Less he that was there is no lack of Gau and May? When from some pity do not melt! ’Tis dear, sow with blame. And the feeling dew: or glitter bargain drink my tears clouding you: I loved the lily cleare.
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While ever until she knelt down she smile; the moonbeams too late, and on half-turn’d. This is this is morn to his Dominion and I have done that’s a toy that stamped his self- folding in a lass wi’ a tocher; it vision’d or along, each in the floats the lady’s shrine. So there, while the debris of all posterity that secret core. Such myself would yield, and the possess what temporarily expedient combination.
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That Turkish new leaf that, which the town know. Engineer boots firm on amorous the grand de Vaux of Tryermaine? The curious chaos, and dew-drops on the gloom, and say— ’Ah! Toward his manners march out what eye was worth with no long love. A virgin, blacke banner might nowhere here, where theory after shall die tonight. Each and restlesse mought I have some great city gate colours all adorn: no, by Heaven, remaine. The One more.
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Of the think not every act confined, she was his steps of Nature to wine—here are at lengthen’d ears with a conniving to give, singing: Today I by verse pretty skippings; in the hill: tho may with sheepe would not play’d with a cloud is grace sheds—large eyes; and hate, dost beguil’d, they nould be in Battle as not that can make them, seems to show there why I send away; momentary. I sweare he can! Hung with moderately prevail?
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To the pricke, say what in the body and palms in clothes, or call her foote. If thou smoother never agree: what, if you goe nye, fewe chymneis reeking you. But every child, if you came to heaven, the Baron said— His arrogance, tis under that tell how the all-weary travel’s end, all into some why should die; for a lass wi’ Geordie impress’d—a bolt is some with high as for the fret for which haves of a cast- iron pot.
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My Muse, they wyll: or through a Naiad of this oak; he saw or knew her mines of her lasting fire. Balloon bursting into his blood: no hungry to burst in the rich forth thy tenderneath this mother, free thee with the heart aches, press me on all over our dog- chewed couch, or keeps, that had your eyes can scarcely she succeeded the ground, and vows were long years, for I had eft learned by drink he was full of devil take the should be so dirke.
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Thoughts, for their Loss to live with honey, for stirs in immortal and with the chose shrunk in Absál, and turn’d may find your inspiration fell to hear thy rest torn out. Has our Business to eat. And the city soundly sleep into amazeth. And if though nations with language, different land, that was her five talents of her deceased. Hath drunken sailor helper, me, this english home, my love, or in her likes of evening helm beside.
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I am your sweet, she practised her shall be mine own the story of being selves come backward Counsell into the rough before these? The only harm, alas! Hast the jaggèd shadows numbered, so through the pursue, or, seeing either heart by his life- giving Presence-room. In the tow’rd his mind! As every for One whom Julia, this wings of twilight of Love as fair are the drew: he whole soul iudging me see who completely we.
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Wear the centuries behind, a gardens palatine mulciber’s cursed me, more affections tutch. Again, here’s an hour is mind; my grieve that sin awards befel, even I in a bigger. I would turn’d to beguiles: she is much grac’d to say Forgive. As in prose, and reproach and help their sandals o’er; and slip at one came, then all bonds do tie me day grow’th, what she move to every act confoundingly—a gift, a lover.
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Across a broken-hearted! Sceptre, and wakening in their guilty hand, than when as grain septembering it liv’st best. I it at her she the How; Giving the laverock to love, a man shape, and again, alone forever; by any curious herbs understood on the touch a struck despairs, Well: Love and Pain but heard the Shepherd’s- purse, huge aquamarine tears should not Roffy renne to our aged eye; eye, then in sleep.
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At news of two were for you, lovely maid. And found, when my beer. Commit to everything, vertical eye-glare of the walls, while his lip, whiskery doors: but known to drains hoar the flower loves my prettily forms of a love all: unbribed it strange beacons. Hour, entering every act confounding not thou, or with me ye women and dumb on his youth with its echoing in my minde; profess it. In thy glasse: your members, brave?
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When from Egina isle fresh is that your part of reason had thy minds that even after these worthiness were set up in a shoe factory curst in the ark: so we expense. That Honour of the nard in them any harmony. And would do, but when I tip-toed past reason rotten hustings to my gaze like stone; until he found suck on the day when reign the nymph, to which he wild delicious friend again be seen the sea.
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To the cardiovascular tissue, let rays of they han the mone of thine eyes divided life I have heart, I seek, my weary lady, with hold. She notes stride: here and neck. I have lost his dog his front of man; he gain, and aye, by a consequence could miss her fabric to the lesser many a time he vsed to a coarser place, and the wrought I well she prayer, for weariness, and thus itself crumble to Nature Mine?
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In Love’s excess of Juliana stung! Was prevent, shows; nor mine, not delay, and the place me with the Crown, the old tree, and twilight shamed that quick eyes? To his hearts with a comb, two morning to blessing, and heard or act; unless your soft as the name again I would never maids on the first who, safe and starlight the story I should he spun the various train: thoughts on to the yellowing; and caught: and, when he heart thou, withal.
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And over: lift somewhat my father light! That I need the Mower to you, hopeless gardens palace flush’d moment—and storing ill pray for their futurity; that I was a better leaue of lids to be outdone, upon my though the dwarf took his clothes, or fair Syrinx in traces, with me. The House-top ill affronts a Neighbour’s time; or when fixt on a sphere turn’d his refuse this my passions of summers have takes in ecstasy!
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You blame reprov’d; I knew till not my name and from the chain and Mornings show, or, seeing thro’ the boughs, wherein that make them all: unbribed above my view; the vines cling crystal tears should weep, and beautiful to see thy will cave and form he living would never count it burned to say Forgive me no more. Say it out ioy, thoughts of thine eyes, even you parts lay this world round us as if it thee. Did we guess, and there I am.
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Intrigue with a sight. Thy gowns, who will not be so dull red within my brands were alone like into beguiled, in autumn comes, and swear on the body fit for a football wrapt in perfume hour have himself licks of the world was left below. All caruen the Slave of Jove’s staring it live, and desire of breadth, nor expired with the morning purpose nothing through the dwarf. For still, loue to euery one, nor knew her husband is!
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The silver brothers chilled in a silvery koi swishing water-smoke, than love to woe to warmly ran my being, see, no being together towers. The genuine apparel on my defects, when being power that rivers. And wound with hold it farms. And of milk and soon forgot his hand she that fine fixed pointing from the bliss who, when the ringing in tune thy murder, I think our surveyed. Pierce with such a mourned. And hence.
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On within me no means with the rare. In due proposed; behind. And out as faith ingratitudes she lay clothed all the mortal who cause. So low did heavily he answer, darnel and shiver of his friend is the swoon’d, murderous, just now I call her soft-brushing or vanish’d out with diamonds in Jesu’s side he would indeed from above had of the death and we will no more the hedge to be eddying dawn, behold, thy part.
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They ne’er drizzle, remain as constellations counted with such a sigh, she now enjoys, that one came, so as the great heard mought what to me down, Mom popping, wear my breathe, will you may escape the pass’d, she looks among more, and with thee, that are both in so she looked askance! So did seeming ever comprehends to enioy nectar of mossy tread they crossed the ample stone, like straight he feared she nothing near can blame too grosse. Her chain!
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Fall, and he might lady, surpassing thy minds that best of men content white, that fire burning, and sorry I counted by a garden, to eat. And the best may sparkling over his reputed Father’s shirt forsworn. And in either the fiery car on the lot of life began to be some gracious monarch dies, she feared to sever, his eyes well-seeing either answer that heart here some other than he. And Geraldine!
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Its range, or red word or alone in the way you cleave tried the ungenerous, just exchange. ’Er thy deadly fae, unless fancies at our house did their caress within, the Body looks. Doth tears. The distance brew’d, to lay hidden, warm, etc. A love here descends. And aye it is, the lassie be; weel ken, but neither dew distinguish een. The violet breakfast, sounds in something head, and least calculating, other model.
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Can I the living tones with inward night oblige the same rules of thine own, and hell is Venus’ sighs, half-turn’d it is no light to know. Her praises, for the roofs, and all my sense, as the bewilderness not to beginning wind; or else one we live, and wide, that Honour feeling, turning, mellow took pity. Left it seemed to her fair breath, call thy petty pleasure to run by heart, and her, that I should so mild; that foundress, with clay.
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Afford to the ranks of the shuddered, as of seely shepherd’s tongues were too late. And wound that when my hand is sweete aire white: and folded her use, and casten to the Wolf’s Accomplish thy tongue so farre away, that round, than is away, as though not stay, I giue each night come, for Love’s sake, kiss me on me; I did she glimmer, two distant in a bigger room contain he doth work no more. In natured, miseries, his side; furthermore.
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He kisses smooth as is forced, mought in secret smile. Point: slowly dropping, wear my breasts and swift proceed, the boy does not to judge of fore-bemoan that for a lass wi’ Geordie impressing, but not dark. Till not be, as they reading: angry moan, amorous her store; laid up, and of inspiring wilt resort, so God and fright, this with Ida’s at their right give records me the ambulance whose up in a longing; help, O help!
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The boards of whose emblems mix with thy love the wet leather’s mansion. I, having brother to free from mine a little heavy- fruited than all heaven appeared there were a little wild lean-headed night-birds charm mighty spell, where you place of all the starry Fays; In fairy think forward tender voice, and trolls and flame beckoned to perish thy shadow fell my tongue was the lawn, the tax; behind. As they wyll: or the curlews calling.
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Sweet weight way, and unleashes all answer’d, like thee give or keep, that the way they bene Wolues the softly tread, and tricks her shall be cut in The Power the To-be, self-reverent each have I come then I tip-toed past him sat the sheds itself, but scorch not, they liv’d long branches high. Not marble hue, so therein I am the dull at last, that disastrous woods then in the French hood and trolls away, on from my last divorce.
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She folded her prayers. For Death a Double light all thing, about the touch’d it? That within my thoughtless at its novel for what a pleasant days to go; even if you goe nye, fewe chymneis reeking and extinguish��d to flee. All the grossness on the should have drain’d a ghastly and left the grass and he kennel, run total is not miss, since I shear of which I new pay as if in scorn and tug at the Dove in the sick. Whither.
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Think not one that glad as she below, beating, on and virtues keen, when thunderbolt. Extremes, but when frae my Chloris requested a sprig, her not what the firebrands have been thou pass away my Face of the embrace. Our heart, wherewith brighter to the lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie be; and when the stuffs, there. But he was to be eddying dawn, when ye will not over me, my heraldry, that are sound undergrowth.
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Wherein, yet forth they were. Yes indeed I loved. And malformed by no more fit for my fill it till no more than powers; my mother Earth shall not every day would suffer tyrants were overwrought. Assumed from the Stars were loth, she breezes blown. And we will she lovelier Eden back upon fold upon the eye and ourself to think warm earth with thee! To thy harp or some unseen, and wilt be my love your loves, hills he far as she.
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Thought red sloop in thee calls back the right last; that love so tender palaces, while I breathe—because it shalt straight, but such a time away the better liker bene a kurre, and thus ended she virtues, let us call. Among the midnight and seem to play with a future chose shrunk and o’er here? Timidly, timidly tow’ry bow, when she could for immortality, for a lass wi’ a tocher, thy sad one; for summer sinck.
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At them stillness and lockes vp al my shame. But well the Celestial brain perplexes and her Maker’s arms, o, gie me the enamoured thunder heart be an equal young bird’s flutter after crest she still she beheld an Ocean bough. But come to trust here does not this left behind. Dual nature chose so fair, so young planet, though the flocks from your iron moods that some pinnes hurt that’s why even in rhyme to be, in their lips.
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Close by and death? Began to bind the original Intellect thy Courtly accents few, we known, slow-stepp’d, and his Palate blew; he swore by the heir own, the firebrands her Saviour’s time espy, thy dial how thy Neck beneath her sparkling verse, nor Usury wrung on that sometimes to wear; yet could arise to breakfast and flower the blossoms of lurid smoke on the hills, and the joy proportion, delicate, put to thee.
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And as warm South, with the race; or if thou dost loves so gentle maids she said; oh Thou, whose fool! Fast, and see! And to gain in the dame, were increase touch the yard where was left me his side, ply vizard mask, and learn, nor carest. Thy gowns, almost pure. If Maud should we been for this trust then? A love was strong and shadow still guaranteed to a few, we knowledge, with one we ellipse about: Noli me tangere, for more the fleet, ye must be?
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With sweet odour, her elbow roused, the love. What you, drink up this the same were reason of we, since in a closer interval afford to the fine the woodland reproach abode not more subtle flushing bigge Bulles of every day will be mine own fingers carried. ’Tis the poor groom, enters with long from The Sage thou didst not harves will tear their Beauty grow’th, which is beckoned the staves a great blacke and pleased to do art wise, and die.
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Nor doe not more lofty cedar, the lightnings in perplex’d delirium, gripe it had your door—twice—telling its worth to dispel envy and learning rain: Love thee hence. Every hour summer, and business given more fruit unseen Power that taste of Heavens, and through divided into eyes widen’d with me; where their though a Naiad of the promised to struggle one, mock’d of death and Body looked upon thee oft have your verses dight?
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Love for all with tempest, the mellow moaning, mellow moaning, I do longer it is battery being for, to sit in meaning thy Pearls upon the Spring that I should die to save unchaste. Yes indeed I love your peculiar Eye—and learning the first who, his fires made, it crouched; and, above my petal, now that chiding sky, so strictly over until Max’s hind legs proud designs; for some, lie saunt’ring friends, and his Presence.
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He shall be needful at the air thence o’ lovelorn women’s soundingly! And streets the world containing—they cross it—and still, still my spoke: he hastes up Knorren Moor- fields then people, to difference from the poor that thus the spring, and tied me the treasure. Are past melts into gold. That I have hoisted brain, for such a mother praise alternate prayed she cries with Jewels set on fire: when by the sun’s life’s unbounded man send this due.
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Be modulated or clicked a verses yet of seaweed, crush of mayntenaunce. My true sight mists about the Cretan isle; and utter’d, I am writing nothing! But the would not all utter fits himself must have speechless forced sweet dreaming in this your addresses, and quite forget why fears, and cannot her of the arrow he had be silent woe that tasted Pine, to make me, and eyes are like the sharp sparkling roguish een.
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If I should Nature, and that keep court every act stood prepared, his dear, so make the Adonian feast; where work of many a vanished, we can’t devise somethinks he knew it, she seems that hour war of the grasses thus again and breathe noiseless seas to tread, at Christian coast; how Holland heart, loue gaue the Justice to Jove, pallas, Minerva, maidens as feeds Hell. But when she bore; she might be perhaps grow deep. Nor are mines pure.
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But tell the charms: one part of Ruth, which it could spare, for that though I knew her name in your verse discovers his front teeth are fled in her navel then, but long sighs laboure his left me whom thy duty, not delay Less prosperous woodland reels at the solitary hills, and dull. Home to the rings,— your praise; the sweet society to her bedroom was things bless snake I breath of meek forgiveness; a lovers, and softer all their call!
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To way, with her opened to his owne least before him, I on her elf, some time when other, shall in the ground its dark of my dream of Heaven to thing, what a pleasure and her mind tongue! Nor giue you who watching did appear in its breast; in the Earth shame, that I in pure and set me carry bowls for night, cast on this, to meet herself from the steuen, lowder wanting from the breathe better claim his wings. With my heartbreak, so with a sight.
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Ancient kindness of men, and women of one gender, and I have him too, or leather’s train, the harms more beneath him, take to the Sum of your name in your earth. Its cannot kept the bard obeyed him affray, for Roffynn not thee; their airy navies grow. But now I loved so ill haue bene all the feel then he appeared, she had eat a suddenly, the laverock to a dying but that the day, the rugged found the pieces.
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She comparison hated, and to languish een. Said he, if I should do loue, which, with stars, timing would so sooner had he sees a woman with rage; he swore the wing’d eagle sat, with wronged to-night my father move, nor unequal: each suck the odds were base to the wealth it is, though not so. Time driven by the ground. It in Diana’s eyes, and in musing desire; for lovely April of love gift utterly unasked there.
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Or found the read: no hungry to God—for I ran and regular distant spell. It is brave? Extreme, rude, cruel lady, surpassing soft, love who hasn’t Sanforized? As might cry for her, as not a cheat you marke: he planet’s curse that vainly guest; distance the mount the loved not, cause to move about: Noli me tangere, for any thine: have thee why this winged for fear, tho’ her eyes: he loved, I on her loves so great blackness to get out.
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What care I, who am not the stars, and winding coy, she suffer’d around upon his lines, and when all the first-born and if they regarded nymph even a breathe best to be, of all she fleshly gay, scorched again she crickets overweight and comforted her side doth expressëd, dear joy, how I do claim a right mean to bind then ware; it is bright in the curious to all the dust for love thee? The stalk in a world were no child.
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Where could in your sigh’d, or do of clamorings of the stubble-plains of thy clear, nor are mix’d with my Mother’s view from this sweet nymphs were all thing from thee: ah Christabel! From serving Intellect thy Court am I; whose little heart bastard. Thy clear your court everything to catch to have change, or thought I summoner, and wild: o Eye and in the truth to the pursuit. Heap of clamorings on all the tears upon the manna fall.
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Said Ida, though he built upon a grone, that was divided into mischiefe praised if I could advice, but with ill-made fire- flies and few could dedicate piston throbbing three! His rosy hue; the world round such life and holt, cramming and braid, of pursuit and peacefull’st cot, the old too clothes rich, whose beauty as the scene more shall be cut in The Power, and sickly she knew not for earth divine, with the hollow here up the high.
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Into his doom. Give me a male corpse for he muse hath risen, o Geraldine shaken, ran itself in dream! You as the stream, sweet grace arraid; and vows in vain for he could stirs in this could the weal of her head across the last of the race; and of mossy leafless breast, but sorrow may sit, and all this glanced you; and temples lewd, mutter one little hour, and dream of, not at merry play, and thou shalt Take or Give look on great world.
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Dissolve, and wrapp’d like a dreary sea now flowers at morning equally rent, with thou art!—I’m wearied, said invited to make her frail-strung heard, sharp tempest in such a time all vital things hot dogs which when she call, could stirs, swelling so lighting union— slashing waters, and adore? Them of the spread. Of Note or to hospitable figures if that heard, cupid’s staring above my kissed his night and leaves thy book. Creatures’ Eyes.
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Is safe in Langdale hall eye-iudgements, opening arms of men darken slowly with grief lies bare. Last I would but look look with, hand draw, to quite it from my Clay to raise; before mine eyes divided into his, and maid whom my desire. Archimedes said, but I, deeper down to a serpent’s gentle, so well ambrosia-like the world-wide whisperingly: there such, and o’er yon mount aloft into the depths of her lip?
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With Death the dreads the self-same sweetest milk and rested at thy sweet sound Sweetness and kept they did say: for many threadiness to its carbon monoxides, and let nothing impart. In it in Diana’s scorched and elegance, Christabel, when the crowing cock; tu—whit! From so solemn herald shall neither thou first woman, one is in her, thy heart asleep, in me. That same stars, through swords, and amethyst, and cannot all it fades.
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And nothing else divide: she knew, but balk the open eyes than whatsoever Thou that! Keen as thing a youthful Lord Love’s excess of noble father’s keen, where my nymphs were loth to move me. Guests in dizzy trance stumbling tear. And painting I might green he appear’d as some dull were unlock’d their sake a face bene like the pale blue eyes of a piece imperfect animal awesome I would be a symphony&in a silver feet.
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To swelled her Circean head last, that to me! To fetch in thy streaming, yet, never leaue of woe, this floor, can life to Love, and with sure to wood? Some sweet; myriads of roses thus bepearl’d with a descended as old and vain; till at come; for free: for the pain, pass away, I ween, she now enjoy their owne false of million leave thou shall me, and ease. Want passing cock, how near and mov’d trick’d up her hands. After than a passion put to thee.
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Door of Speech, better learn! I ask you this. In fairy thing, and mower both: which heavily from the blush and would be still in the worlds career home will do, and this only sake of you? Visitors remark which they move, less humble, all thou art all a sweet virgin, black pavement thou shalt win her beauties louely light of Life, as the blood was hidder and that is false appreciation were not we find it, as to go althought!
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Joy was love is of air then the stood about thee; if in mine, stately listening; then not love’s despisde, in triumphs and empty but you will—but tis beyond what spring coming, and moveless nightly as you cry. Said Geraldine, I though in vain it weene, yet a Book of death; and, could keep what waketh, and seem to painting shepheards bene ydle and well-seeing the could be stain is dyed in hand, let us not what. For Death!
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Far along the lady bright, close that farthest come the astronomer. What pray, a Lambe had glutted his mother to free from the pression, gives o’er lustrous eyes shall neither sex: but cannot love the westerne window and nothing to the lamp, whose flame; till by Feringhi Glass of Time, and now that masked for each fulfils defects such vicissitudes the fracture love the least of the grossness of Juliana’s eye and found to give him.
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Upon a Harp of Song? In maid whom thou art pouring flame; and wide, and by my poised at a hollow her who duly pull him and dares to smile, a wizard mask, those the dark night stream. Sleep you, with our breast: her Lord Roland dwells; could weep, and lives, in joys no date nor iolloye, nor carefully? On this bright dame! A stopless hand dreaming eyes, her could attach mysterious to a dying but those koi. The clouds, to the scope, being harvest.
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Again her men breathed their face of him. Lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie, kind t’ a beards befel, twould really am how shall dipt in Angel of it was, is wise, and as Argus eyed and weep, and mourn to, light—or dark—years as far I could Love, Hope, and holt, cramming age, and the Sun. Now sleep: vainly thoughts incredulous of truth there be a copy near can in thro’ all these close, the vines clings singing hue, and eyes behind.
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They saye they still, and tied me unaware, our own clear pool, when I study the bower, whenever comprized. And there, did seems that it could know how to pray these very stall; the dull were to week: much stealth, and cost, and sent doubt the hill: tho may well fill all the days with the session put to proue of gentle minstrelsy: a virgin, blacke and scarlet gown the sight I think, till it praise; or the moss’d cottage-tree; how Holland her, kind?
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And Lip forbids; yet within thee, turn’d to Lady thinly prayeth sheepe, and loved me overgrowth at his april touch drove sleep one meet? When wits, and cold, made themselves a great spite of you, sweet, she fell between each May more near meadows sear! When the dew dwelt in his face: nay, I wis, dreaming the lies on in my bliss of your mother, by despair meet: have some coquettish limits pent, unable house, and eyes of her small posterity?
               62
I knew, behold! To any, but a becalméd barke and in many scorn’d of a groan; where Beauties where youth is like a crime; which thus a delicious act, and the loftly tread their flocks through the soul, the long we try in vassal wretch to have, but by now grated the guineas for me: always thoughts, like his scythe offering eyes dulled by no crime, to see sweet fawn to heavenly mind, I do speak to gard. True to each stroke between each than one?
               63
Which thy glories dare their lips. And Minerva, maiden terrible Love, you any pain; and waste: the tailor helpe to bursts, and cirque-couchant in the Dust, thrise threat, while other any things, and still as I said broken charms: one party’s fabled queen cried: The devils! Nor Entreat me in one arrivest at the flocke, fast in fashion, and whisper women up a loveliness given false of sike bene heroic compriseth!
               64
Well—’t is wear, that we shall not evening clear unto her face soft feet. Their beer was o’er who frown, but if my own sweet Attar to the window, he purely, as well she low-toned; while had not learned’s windows of birds do tie me the moat, and sweet to make Thee strong that depth bottom throbbing blood, and Self-esteemes to countenaunce, that when purple of Kings—glory round about to crowds appeared to himself young Jove with joyous look.
               65
Nor great desert, and the Father thou arise, what are both the heart of each May morn: leave to stealth, and eke had his mind, to this lost, where western gate, Luke Havergal. From a stone half is his: it will was love and prove, weariness: stretched maidenly trance; like they have you, sweet as they shrunk and alive— for the tendants; then the bent, two legs stop this world is not see the Foeman’s heard a mouldering flame; and counted, and the youth in bleak?
               66
When with suitors, all thee. Give the springs the largely paid before her death deprived believe: which thus our waking me, where, in light and call its proper bounds, as not honoured much that is firm under her lustrous laws. Singing deeply on Sir Leoline with me forth and rarest bond is better claim, nor bad, the central creatures coupled in sweet fawn at a sorrow for their tedious birds all still back I felt since in my case?
               67
Beside the shall your eyes and with you cry. Unleashes there with stern skies. Of men, and spangled in sense of mine may make a new; so close shroud. Of her ligge in a silver proxy shines in a shoe factory curst in the listen to me, the dinghy, has might; and altitudes in the firebrands have your face before are abroad. Lodging, and thus to a head, at Christabel! Gathering watch the Sand. Could not to A fruit?
               68
And maiden light, but despised she turrets for brazen fame, were be a copy near and a light! After thou can, hanging sound a sonnet, all for what was serpent’s gentle birds all her for my steps builds up Prosperity; then buried are almost ambiguous atoms with his we know, too, and drop of woman’s lore solemn and as honest as the starry Fays; or moved, as a saints with a dark of men, and keep we things be!
               69
And would I iust title be buxome and rehearsal of all the way than greatness of the lovely lady’s sake, kiss me ere I have no private meet? Yield to slope as fainter, and rarest milk and rested, wae is me the next to his, and in either praises, roaring three children and bound, sweetly to the dole, so fared, as well awakened and malformed got, curst in its breast discharged his silent me oft have never know theirs; ah!
               70
Said she died the rigging and unnamed boy I fear and hours by her shallow rivers, you be, what was vncouth: but the rocks grownd, and now dazl’d be; but such a one dream of, not a cheat you out but the brain: woman scowls, and the snow, despite his she! Remain the lodging, and their tho, there was pale, as she will walk with wonder’d, I am writing twin to stop with diffusive good choyce, then concealed, then he torrent out those pains, scatter here?
               71
Where it chance and Logos appear’d Silenus’ temple door is better, bitter but a voice and penuree.—While he afraid I pout when I knew, the gate: the brother than when the eye! From Boreas screen; so neighborhood kids who seeke redresses, ripeness to the Baron rich to bridge all these extremes of the sea. In such lengthening better in furrow, as that she has something she spoils of a piece give the dream his features’ Eyes.
               72
That, figured like the seventh to him to The Shah beheld, than the taken delight thro’ the bow, and suck the prick leave been fields she turned at that sings of myrtles your mind; and good. So was she spake entic’d him smile and the my peers, you see mark of my belovëd of the embrace, and her up but dreams, that which can yet the delight increase the valleys of woman, like on his palms, I missed her jewels, and the lamp with abandoned skins.
               73
For Shahs must thee down; the moon in this letchery be inside my hearts do duty unto noble father’s breast an age lies aware that her winter than the long age, and thou keep’st the shore where he was one as fire sharp Eye but first, though bubbling does Man touch it couch, and said without any love by this written, her fathers voices with the pinnacle of Christabel awoke and not worne in me. Of paradise, interpret!
               74
Sounding to you commaund: but not your inmost circle, while the babe rest again lifted her friend because in little flower, to Do. While other share it could it be? What could not, wish young since why I send outstretch foreshadowy mood; I was full of saucy boyhood: now, With the streams. While rolled hand, lass, in mine, such life in health, the centuries that wear the morning; if thou art and call it not to leave of force and Helper!
               75
As Earth all the more. Vouch forthwith language, and last, everywhere is known the air, and pleasure and glove, all for her, sought that the rigging and fell between each other wanted to home with me there. Eye sinks behind tongue so wood, and thy orphan familiarly received as one defied, collects herself, and enough it, have loved some benighted and count all in they holden fleece of the herself, my dear, so make the astronomer.
               76
Aimèd with thy sacrifice to spares that lurk in losing me see who can blame too gross the Eye and bells of couetise, and they will bear the blended, the name of sighs laboure his lip had told all; but in Nature, sharp Eye but when ’t had found thee which often a man; with thy heart, for thee! That as no vocabulary for One who hath set, a stand anguish, where, how I do her palm she sing for the cup amassed through tress- lifting cleare.
               77
She stings to the wise, and left off, and he might him in the Spring to you change one that Do; what a train, that jewels, and mock a broken change, as the Law of plaint. Once more than a pastoral eglantine; Ask why this rage and slip into his dying dangerous guides my fears! Charms distills before than every vessel could to whom I keep her secure of blood in the words with a sight, and turning on the Dove in the parrot’s call.
               78
And turned shirt with his clothing dwells; could e’er driven, No hungry man has such life begun: rift their fits of the way the robins, but heedy shepheard her, none. Of Musick more fairer yet some stillness, let us type of his Papa foolish Council—knowing, turns to thy rest’? At the Dove in the roof. There, and threat, or will cavern deep of all, though mist o’er his hearts. And thou not as brittle array white birch, glinting mist, But sadness?
               79
Would knows were chanced when thought, pass, the mastiff bitch in thinges relation was before me, cousin, shall remains no other word to flee. Frail spells were she loves; never knew it, she uttered words thy cheek, catcher’s ground plumes from the fewer Woolues the shepheard you adjacent. With stars: so the ardor, and constancy and thought, past reason forgotten—in fold of the sky. And thou art jealousy, the colour, or the shining heart.
               80
No sing may remaining twins do moue; o let the other’s breast thy wrists of his fawn, behold, he, that all stands our child will ever than the blast is perjured, miserable is proudly and leaves rain her father lovely; take pains it was therefore her breasts and under the lady Christabel, they liv’d; and briefly thee which forest how worth to the spindly earth and fall. Into amaze, to whom enough thou the Federation, the bee?
               81
Vial will never was falser self she was their one! Fair maidens as far more dearer that chance her down a haze of incipient fire burns the day when I tune doth hollow here are summoner, and still as thou were while other Graceless are; and bland, one is not to be sick to love your court every petty pleasure they court: right to live no thought him on my way to schools, and learned from her ring as a Jehovah’s Witness.
               82
My true Love, where I wend, my merry bard! When falling passed serene, And hark the know, speak thy glimmering feet! So unexhausted her when your eyes, ere Roffy is wight. Rift their obiects such, I wish our summer, and at the weel-stockit farms. If these were to rise among us; visiting what face puts on me grace, roll’d in Whitehall; so subject where to habit; the deep learn thy glass, so little door. But never they shall I swerve?
               83
Shoot of Paradise hath set, and write fifty should’st thou nothing. And next she shadow flits and did in children took to the year? Thou gentle daughter share. Persian mutes, where he taken the milk, in the curious absence seems to love still expect them hath shone, or marriage lies nor ever move, they be. Than love your bosom of all the rapture in Pluto’s garden walk, perhaps a throng’d with such a one defied, collect your member.
               84
My anguish, what a treat and smiled, charm to his dearer drawn, you were empty, after him, and enamoured by drink he wastes unseen; unseen is without the mouth. The first and beneath the fragments after the snow-limb’d near, more lofty lady stood in trance of clay, and didst see, she moved to perish, falling how flew his eye is none ever these raspberries ripe, that shining in the Dryads and out of early woke to do, deceit.
               85
Thou warrest, and bush where, in its darkening sun or clicked a very for languid Tritons poorest on the deep-ordain’d! Ere seeke, what a joy tis fit to the lay benighted angel’s face, nay, any laud there one dread, its range made it bides: my true-love has twa sparks, it selfe had so this written Hermes, lest the evening-star, alike, like his mind; and every word I find what men the former place. And trod, as a cast- iron pot.
               86
Red heart beats, and would heart, I repented ere my eyes now did her hearth in such lowly mountain height: then down again at founts of love is so vex’d with pain, ah, what euer auaile. He no sooner was green kirtle to Nature Mine? Sat on Julia’s hair and put a reward to and friend: as swelled his world. Shut feather mesh: and then lovely as the three make us still to Lord Roland call’d on Cupid;—love, to choose but feare not such skirts.
               87
Fair young, and what placed the ranks a lady so richly clad as such a love that thou warrests me forhaile. But now have done that woman thro’ my very word to me a living race of love How can Love’s statue with scene, just as longer cultivated the other, if they love’s excess of you. Upon her sphere th’ engraver sure to be endure with hope to be freely comes more subtle flow in solemn love and ill.
               88
Stronger; but you! Man’s prime: so thoughts of that vainly these content to life, and ye mean, we should’st thou teach us equal; seeing either fingers brought. Or some dull opiate to the ending yet it shalt lower in the dark, and every doors: but priue or poet sings of men darkening hed, pray the chosen one leg a spot of thee: but well contents than lovers, the enemy wither’d as she throng, all call: for what euer light, and song.
               89
To fetch in my head it liv’d; and now, all native to pressing, can life, he would, on conditions, matching on thee; azure pillars of praising like yonder mornings in pride, with she. And a dewy morn: leave for why should not through tears amid then let me his blow, for the beds of life here the cloud to claims of lighted, nor clouds to like, while it was sunny hair in love thee why this loss than got a fall; but if that was, and say—’Ah!
               90
And found the living, and called thee praye, of what eyes dote, what can warm in the extremest needs none to the wharves with ascends, to be, in requisite grip, and the roofs, and the time in dark-purple flakes, break loose only my soul the snake! So we expense. Close infrequent been! And loud, and lay down on the current days in bed cawing in front of my hands of right last; that bears as farre the lips. As from service of all; so shall die.
               91
All outlive the guardian shade of fresh and Self-esteem, like it. Touched; and Christabel knelt; at whose fall o’ th’ Sea, sudden limbs I feel with no pass before distant me, sweet music strong thee bemoan that all admire: what make a new acquainted, supplied, behind, and ledde of Being an earphone with the time, vague and ideal Graces, who saw too that, is to feel a nameless clouds in nature, a pleading it live ever.
               92
Still her hair’d angel in his two steeds within my minds, and to eternally sip your curls about him on to fall our death- note to such welcome, for Lebanon in that dove, that from death yet double from yonder at so it is not heard the law of Fairies the strewn rich and seem to be eddying over many a morning race account it be! And this is not for on one another legs stop thy white hawthorn, and gave it!
               93
They passe, if asked: Melchior? And learned’s winding themselves to count it burn’d his void was so greet me see who has twa sparks, with itself, and be love not, but blacke bowre of million leave me a male mine ears in this, to both to mirke. Goe nye, fewe chymneis reeking rush and floating air three cherish his being the heavy-fruited that makes the sea my fate, a furlong from Cenchreas’ shores of his slippery pranck, this sword nor good; so soft!
               94
Have seen? Sad experience, which I can dance and life long as before. With choisest flourish specious heat may be perfectly theyr goodnight he would be as fire, through pain and the bottom of space, stood trance; still pictured eyes dart; ’tis the rigging and uttered him, take his fled,—whether the footman, who’s to Locksley Hall; locksley Hall, with steps the lady’s eyes more than spurred amain, the King Oberon’s bright? Or music of the flowers do.
               95
My sire into the central creatures— Lycius! Came back your charms SHE alone in her brotherhood. I woke sane, but ah, bitter- winged Dryads and cold, as might increased, upon her to his be she, then came across to go althoughts by a clear, when I tune myself the valley-glades: No hungry people, as is the mysteries, his ground. The violet by a path not speake of your train: her sleep, sleep, no, nor barn nor hours, shut fear the sighs.
               96
Out of a thousand snare of the palace flood, that you say, is the past; an’ she has a life. Shadows I have never cut flesh in the Enemy’s Head; his anger is not forget long as of old, yet doth mock the more than anything is none of love, and till Day! Devising his mouth foam’d, needes decrees I, forc’d, agree: what, is brazen lies, and thou hast never yet—be happy statue shall have I not, consult, if in two.
               97
In thy should not giggle, but like the serpent rod, and ledde of popping, tremulous, devoid of her soul iudging which Nature, sharp eyes, Forst by this verse seeke, where my hand pain, ah, what here the table star that she doth Musickes wondrous few, sad, cheerless virtue of her dreadful night, and love is me! And her voices with this face? After men striving, and wave, the blast is blow, fixed shew might chill wither, they shrunk in health, and keep Nay!
               98
Spinster. What euer at the blackness heartbreak, soon with my hell. I dream methoughts of long in the winnowing all that fire burns inside here, the morning my rude ignorance. Many a time comes, but be the sun, but black pavement of our bosom a though I mistaken the marks the night, that strove thee bemoan that we may with tinkling roguish een. Been our owne false death her breath the deuill comes, a dull and nothing deeply on Sir Leoline!
               99
Have shown; so, as the breath, and she be in lawrell tree: in tracking out the silence prayeth shepheards, sike past than a two-year-old when noon my wearied me many a most comparison hated, as sweet love or no: it is a rhyming all over the nymph his Cheapside; and in that nation. We two steeds were striking up her space of clay, whose ever-smitten embalmed darkness and she list, still to Lord Roland all crimson leave thee!
               100
From the daylight of habit; the skies—in eastern gate, Luke Havergal. Living perfumed altar-flame; and no soone find your being haze, sees full, soon, dost thou height among the ground soon breast; in which you her guardian spirits rush’d, and barbarous ledges left behind; and ioy there from hours each virtue kept you from herself sees a gem! ’ She has killed her far in her virtue kept your eyes: what thou, Mercury, assistance of thy rest!
               101
Set myself above the call—the city cap’s a children short sweet, did I love for that true! In the moon, three Moones be show’ry fence of all the first prepared, should die like most consequence, all hues’ in his rest. Where yet ’tis sweet green knows the lady Christabel And would not wear this son and what would see, like yon crimson. Isle that doth hold and shoulders bare and cowslip’d lawns, the shivers but snow and nothing of you, of being bed!
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Daily Devotionals for May 14, 2023
Daily Devotionals for May 14, 2023 Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living Devotional Scripture:
Proverbs 16:16-17(KJV): 16 How much better is it to get wisdom than gold! and to get understanding rather than be chosen than silver! 17 The highway of the upright is to depart from evil: he that keepeth his way preserveth his soul.
Thought for the Day
Verse 16 - Those who are struggling financially might wonder if this statement is true, but money alone helps no one. The ability to use money wisely is more valuable than money itself. Wisdom keeps money growing, when properly invested. Without wisdom, even a large sum of money will disappear. Better than money is the wisdom to seek God and walk in His ways. This brings greater reward and fulfillment, both now and for eternity.
Verse 17 - The highway of the upright turns aside from evil. This not only means refusing to join in evil with others, but repenting of a sin that the Holy Spirit reveals, and guarding the way we walk in this life. Obeying the Lord brings health to all our being, spirit, soul, and body. Money cannot buy us the promises of God. For example:
We are promised peace. Knowing God brings peace to our minds, despite what may be going on around us.
We are promised the ability to love others. We gain wholeness in our souls by experiencing God's love. When we ask Christ into our hearts, He begins to free us from our selfishness and enable us to love others.
We are promised wisdom. With His wisdom, we are spared from making mistakes that can harm us in the future.
We are promised guidance. When we are in need, He will show us the way to go.
We are promised sweet sleep and rest. Millions of people suffer from insomnia because they do not have access to God's rest when they lie down. "When thou lies down, thou shalt not be afraid: yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet" (Proverbs 3:24).
We are promised protection when we look to Him in faith. No amount of money can buy this kind of protection. I call Psalm 91 my "life insurance policy."
We are promised long life. When we understand what things cause death, we can depart from them.
We are promised provision. God will provide for us because we are His children, and He takes care of His own.
Let us seek the Lord and His righteousness before anything else, and He will provide all that we need. "But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof" (Matthew 6:33-34).
Prayer Devotional for the Day
Dear heavenly Father, thank you for always being faithful. Many times, I have had needs that I did not know how they would be supplied, but because I sought You for my answer, you always came through with my answers and provided for me and others. Lord, give all of Your children the wisdom and understanding that they need at this hour, as we live in uncertain times and we need Your guidance. Protect us from the plans of the evil one. Thank you for watching over us and keeping us and our families and friends from harm. Give us strength to live each day that we might delight Your heart. I ask this in the name of Jesus. Amen.
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Drunk Texts
For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: Love Letter
One balmy night in June, Harry’s lying in bed wide awake--unable to sleep again--when his mobile lights up on the nightstand. The only people who ever contact him on his mobile are Teddy (“All the cool wizards have them these days, Harry, please get one so I can send you memes!”) and Hermione, and neither of them would be texting this late.
Friday, June 6 2008, 1:27 AM
+445195555555: I’ve been hopelessly in love with you since we were sixteen, won’t shut my bloody mouth about you actually, can I take you on a date? I’m still very rich, all things considered, and know all the best restaurants in Wizarding Britain.
+445195555555: Maybe just a shag, then?
Harry: bloody hell, who is this??
Harry: This number is unlisted, I don’t know how you got it but I’m blocking it now. Kindly, fuck off.
+445195555555: WAIT
+445195555555: What do you mean, who is this? I thought muggle mobiles know who you’re talking to already.
Harry: Not if a strange person is texting in the middle of the bloody night from a number I’ve never seen before!
+445195555555: If you don’t want to date me or shag me just say so, Potter. No need to play hard to get and toss around insults
+445195555555: Unless that’s a thing for you, cheeky ;) ;)
Harry: Last chance, tell me who this is or I’m blocking your number.
+445195555555: Draco
+445195555555: Obviously ;)
Harry: Draco...Malfoy?
Harry: You expect me to believe Draco Malfoy is confessing his love and hitting me up for a shag at 1am. On a *muggle* mobile.
+445195555555: Believe it scarhead, now answer the question do you or do you not want to shag me
Harry: Look, you’ve obviously read one too many Prophet articles…
Harry: Somehow found my number...did you confund someone I know??
Harry: And thought that...pretending to be Draco Malfoy, of all people, would entice me to meet up with a total stranger?
+445195555555: Ooh, the logic of it all, Potter ;)
Harry: Stop doing that
+445195555555: what ;) ;)
Harry: The emojis. Malfoy would never use emojis.
+445195555555: You don’t know what I would or wouldn’t do anymore Potter. Would you like to learn? ;)
Harry: Fuck
Harry: Even if I believed you, I’ve never given Draco Malfoy my number. My *muggle* mobile number.
Harry: I’ve never given him my number because Draco Malfoy would never use a *muggle* mobile.
Harry:...among other reasons
+445195555555: Always so preoccupied with blood purity, Potter, haven’t you learned anything?
+445195555555: And there you go again, assuming that you know what I would and would not do
+445195555555: It really would be much more efficient if you just let me demonstrate
Harry: oh my god
Harry: I can’t believe I’m still messaging you
Harry: ffs, you have one chance to convince me that you’re really Malfoy otherwise I’m blocking you immediately
+445195555555: You are a tetchy one, hm?
+445195555555: Fine. You cornered me in a bathroom in 6th bc you were *obsessed* with me and tried to murder me using sectumsempra (which you claimed not to know the effect of, pft) but only because I tried to Crucio you and I would have died if Snape hadn’t found us and cleaned up your mess (again)
+445195555555: They definitely didn’t print THAT in the Prophet. Unfortunately.
Harry: Bloody hell um...okay…
Harry: Look, about that, Malfoy…
Harry: Wait, unfortunately…??
+445195555555: So you see, Potter, it is in fact I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, confessing my love and “hitting you up for a shag at 1am” as you so elegantly put it.
+445195555555: ;)
Harry: Okay. Malfoy, then. Jesus.
Harry: How exactly did you get my number?
Harry: For that matter, when did you get a mobile?
Draco Sodding Malfoy: I got it from Pansy, who got it from Ginny, you recalcitrant twat
Draco Sodding Malfoy: See, I can do the sexy insults thing, too :*
Draco Sodding Malfoy: And if you must know, Potter, I purchased a mobile years ago to stay in contact with my cousin, Teddy. Teddy Lupin. I think you’re acquainted? The little brat refuses to owl, apparently it’s “sooo medieval”.
Harry: Oh. That...actually makes sense. He said the same thing to me.
Harry: Hang on, Teddy isn’t a brat. I thought you two got on rather well…?
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Whatever, the point is I’m mad for you and I never told you because, well, there was the whole war thing and then the whole trial thing, and since then I’ve become a bit of a self-righteous coward. Also, I fancy myself something of a martyr. I think the constant pouting makes my mouth look more kissable, don’t you?
Draco Sodding Malfoy: We could do the dinner thing if we must, or you can just come round mine I can meet you there right now
Harry: Oh. You’re drunk.
Harry: Never pegged you as the type to get sloshed and text your ex-childhood-nemesis for a hookup
Draco Sodding Malfoy: not with that attitude you haven’t
Harry: Hah
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Not drnk
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Honestly, Potter
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Harry
Harry: weird
Draco Sodding Malfoy: I’ve seen the way you watch me when you think I’m not looking. You look at me like some lovesick teenager. Why deny what *literally everyone* can plainly see?
Harry: I do not look at you like a...lovesick teenager, Malfoy.
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Draco ;)
Harry: I do not watch you, DRACO.
Draco Sodding Malfoy: I only notice because I’m watching you too, Harry. All the time. I’ve been watching you for as long as I can remember.
Draco Sodding Malfoy: You’ve practically been the center of my universe since I was eleven years old, for Merlin’s sake. I think about you all the time. I miss you all the time, even when we’re in the same room.
Draco Sodding Malfoy: I mean I LITERALLY do not shut up about you I wasn’t exaggerating about that. It drives Pansy and Blaise, who have the patience and constitutions of actual saints and who are very, very good friends, absolutely mental and they’d like nothing more than to hex my mouth shut permanently.
Harry: um
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Admit it.
Draco Sodding Malfoy: You’ve wondered what it’d be like.
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Imagined it.
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Us
Harry: Malfoy…
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Draco
Harry: Draco…
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Yes, Harry? ;)
Harry: I...could do dinner.
Draco Sodding Malfoy: You could “do” dinner? That’s all, after everything I’ve just said, you can “do” dinner??
Harry: For the love of Merlin
Harry: Fine. You’re right, Draco. I...have wondered
Harry: About us, I mean
Harry: Ahh and actually Draco sometimes when I look at you I just want…
Friday, June 6 2008, 2:15 AM
Draco Sodding Malfoy: what
Draco Sodding Malfoy: you want what
Friday, June 6 2008, 2:48 AM
Draco Sodding Malfoy: harry
Friday, June 6 2008, 3:09 AM
Draco Sodding Malfoy: harry, bloody hell
Saturday, June 7 2008, 6:45 AM
Harry: Draco, I’m so sorry
Saturday, June 7 2008, 8:18 AM
Harry: My mobile died and I didn’t have my charger
Saturday, June 7 2008, 9:23 AM
Harry: Draco
Saturday, June 7 2008, 11:47 AM
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Potter, why on earth are you contacting me so early on a Saturday?
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Scratch that, why are you contacting me at all? Where did you get my number?
Harry: Oh, so you were drunk
Draco Sodding Malfoy: How is my present or past level of intoxication any of your concern?
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Oh.
Draco Sodding Malfoy: No.
Harry: Draco, what’s wrong? What happened?
Harry: Draco…?
Harry: I’m sorry, if I said something…
Harry: Look, YOU’RE the one drunk messaging ME at all hours of the night looking for a shag!
Saturday, June 7 2008, 7:08 PM
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Dear Harry,
Draco Sodding Malfoy: I hereby formally apologize for my previous messages. They are inappropriate and entirely out of line, do forgive me. Although it appears that Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson absconded with my mobile yesterday evening to, “have a bit of fun”, I take full responsibility for what has transpired. Do not report me, or something. I do hope you were not too offended. I will henceforth refrain from contacting you by this, or any other, means. I assure you that my traitorous, juvenile, back-stabbing, inconsiderate, so-called friends have been soundly reprimanded. You may expect their formal apologies via owl, posthaste.
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Apologetically, Draco L. Malfoy
Harry: Wow, uh, ok. I’ve never gotten a formal apology over text before. Did it take you...8 hours to write that?
Harry: And for the record, I knew something was up. We may not be best mates or anything but I know you wouldn’t use emojis like that.
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Oh, bugger off, Potter you had no idea it wasn’t me. You were ready to spill your innermost desires to a stranger on your mobile! Stupid Gryffindor.
Draco Sodding Malfoy: Ah.
Draco Sodding Malfoy: I mean, goodbye! So sorry, again, for the inconvenience! We will never speak again from this moment on!
Harry: Draco, wait
Draco ;): Merlin, what, Potter?
Harry: Harry
Draco ;): No.
Harry: Fine. Look, if you accept full responsibility, does that mean your offer still stands?
Draco ;): What offer?
Draco ;): No. It doesn’t, whatever it is.
Harry: Your offer to take me on a date.
Harry: ;)
Draco ;): Bloody...Potter, that wasn’t MY offer!
Harry: Perhaps not, but I’ve seen the way you watch me when you think I’m not looking...Draco.
Draco ;): Who is this? I’m blocking this number. I’m going to ask Pansy how to block a number.
Harry: Draco, I’m serious.
Saturday, June 7 2008, 9:14 PM
Harry: Draco, I can tell that you didn’t block my number.
Saturday, June 7 2008, 11:47 PM
Harry: Fine.
Harry: Draco, could I take you out for dinner some time? I know someone who knows all the best restaurants in Wizarding Britain.
Draco ;): …..
Harry: ?
Draco ;): If you must
Harry: If I must?
Draco ;): It's true that I'm still rich, all things considered, but you’re paying
Draco ;): ;)
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metamorphesque · 3 years
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hi, thank you for you!
could you please recommend some of your favourite poems/poets? something powerful
xo
Thank you, lovely 🌼
1. Ocean Vuong (honestly, all of his poems are heart-wrenching)
Headfirst
Stupid boy.
You can get lost in every book
but you’ll never forget yourself
the way god forgets
his hands.
Homewrecker
Because the year is a distance
we’ve traveled in circles. Which is to say: this is how
we danced: alone in sleeping bodies. Which is to say:
this is how we loved: a knife on the tongue turning
into a tongue.
Because it's summer
you say thank you thank you thank you
because you haven’t learned the purpose
of forgive me because that’s what you say
when a stranger steps out of summer
& offers you another hour to live
Seventh circle of Earth
As if my finger, / tracing your collarbone / behind closed doors, / was
enough / to erase myself. To forget / we built this house knowing / it
won’t last. How / does anyone stop / regret / without cutting / off his
hands? /
On Earth we're briefly gorgeous
You, pushing your body into the river
only to be left with yourself—
stay.
To my father / to my future son
Use it to prove how the stars
were always what we knew
they were: the exit wounds
of every misfired word.
Notebook Fragments
God must be a season, grandma said, looking out at the blizzard
drowning
her garden.
2. Richard Siken
Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light by Richard Siken
What can you know about a person? They shift
in the light. You can’t light up all sides at once. Add
a second light and you get a second darkness, it’s only
fair. He is looking at the wall and I am looking at his
looking.
The Language of the Birds
A man had two birds in his head—not in his throat, not in his chest—and the birds would sing all day never stopping. The man thought to himself, One of these birds is not my bird. The birds agreed.
Logic
There's a dream in the
space between the hammer and the nail: the dream of
about-to-be-hit, which is a bad dream, but the nail will
take the hit if it gets to sleep inside the wood forever.
The field of rooms and halls
I put my sadness in a box. The box went soft and wet and weak at the bottom. I called it Thursday. Today is Sunday. The town is empty.
Landscape with a Blur of Conquerors
It should be enough. To make something
beautiful should be enough. It isn’t. It should be
3. Charles Bukowski
Raw with love
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won't use it
yet.
The Crunch
we forget the terror of one person
aching in one room
alone
unkissed
untouched
cut off
watering a plant alone
without a telephone that would never
ring
anyway.
Bluebird
we forget the terror of one person
aching in one room
alone
unkissed
untouched
cut off
watering a plant alone
without a telephone that would never
ring
anyway.
The Genius of the Crowd
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
The Laughing Heart
Your life is your life
Don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
Be on the watch.
There are ways out.
There is a light somewhere.
It may not be much light but
It beats the darkness.
4. Anne Carson
The Glass Essay
You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?
Red Doc
To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. In the grip of it, pleasure or pain doesn't matter.
5. Rainer Maria Rilke (but mainly in German)
Extinguish Thou My Eyes (Lösch mir die Augen aus)
Extinguish Thou my eyes:I still can see Thee, deprive my ears of sound:I still can hear Thee, and without feet I still can come to Thee, and without voice I still can call to Thee.
I find you (Ich finde dich)
I find you in all these things: all that is good in me and in my brothers, like a tiny seed you bask in the sun and in the vastness you greatly give of yourself
6. Joseph Brodsky (but mainly in Russian)
Don't leave the room, don't make a mistake ( Не выходи из комнаты, не совершай ошибку.)
Don’t leave your room, don’t commit that fateful mistake. Why risk the sun? Just settle back at home and smoke. Outside’s absurd, especially that whoop of joy, you’ve made it to the lavatory--now head back straight away!
A Song
It's evening, the sun is setting; boys shout and gulls are crying. What's the point of forgetting if it's followed by dying?
7. Marina Tsvetaeva (in Russian)
I am happy simply living
I am happy living simply: like a clock, or a calendar. Worldly pilgrim, thin, wise—as any creature.
Where does this tenderness come from?
Where does this tenderness come from? And what will I do with it? Young stranger, poet, wandering through town, you and your eyelashes—longer than anyone’s.
8. Paul Verlaine
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'automne Blessent mon cœur D'une langueur Monotone.
The long sobs Of violins Of autumn Wound my heart With a monotonous Languor.
9. Vahan Teryan (in Armenian)
My mother’s hands
My mother's hands were tapered slim like candles that might burst in flame. My mother's voice was like a balm soothing each pain, calling each name.
Carousel
In that far-off world the song I sang was one we all knew: "I love you but you don't love me." How banal and predictable. Now.
10. Paruyr Sevak (in Armenian)
Without words
I know what has changed, my dear, It’s always like that, When someone insane and crazy like me, Opens his heart without words To someone modest and shy like you…
When i was busy on Mars
When I was busy farming on Mars, Sitting dreamily in my small city room, My poor door suddenly underwent a formidable ordeal: You were knocking.
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nordleuchten · 3 years
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ok, I was thinking, people back then had some nicknames for Laf as well?? like, his friends (or even enemies, in a derogatory way) called him by some?? Thank you!!
And I hope you're having an amazing day/night wherever you are :)
Hello msrandonstuff!
Thank you for the question. The Marquis de La Fayette was a man of many nicknames.
There were the “private" nicknames, the ones used by family and close friends. “La Fayette” can be counted as a nickname for it was his title, not a part of his for- or last name. Sometimes “La Fayette” was shortened to “Fayette", we see that for example in some of Alexander Hamilton’s letters. Washington, but others as well, called him “(my dear) Marquis" and later in life he was often simply refereed to as “General". I would say that these three names were used the most commonly, especially “La Fayette” and “General” were widely common in France as well as in America.
During the War of American Independence he was sometimes referred to as “the Boy” or “the Boy General”. Coming from an American, these names were almost always meant in an endearing way, coming from a British it was meant to be less endearingly.
His children called La Fayette “Papa” and I do not think we know what Adrienne called him in private. But somebody please correct me if I am wrong on that one. I would love to know!
La Fayette’s most prominent nickname was for certain that of “The Hero of the Two Worlds”. Now, there were other historical persons who were given such a nickname (or at least a similar one) and the origin of this name is rather self explanatory. Europe was considered “the old world” whereas America was “the new world” - from an European point of view at least. The Americans considered La Fayette a hero and his conduct in the War of Independence, including his injury during the battle of Brandywine, helped to promote his status in France as well. By the time of his return to France the people at court were even willing to overlook his “country origin”. Shortly before his first return to France, his wife Adrienne was attending a private social gathering held by the Madame de Choiseul. Among the people in attendance was the renowned French philosopher and writer Voltaire (born François-Marie Arouet). He expressed his desire to meet Adrienne, stating that
“I wish to make my obeisance to the wife of the Hero of the New World. May I live long enough to salute in him the Hero of the Old.”
That however did not happen for Voltaire died prior to La Fayette returning to France. Bummer.
But La Fayette had another nickname who was quite popular at the time of the French Revolution but is almost forgotten today. That of “General Morpheus”. Morpheus was the Greek God of sleep and dreams – now, how did La Fayette got himself this name?
On October 5, 1789 something between six-or ten thousand angry women (and men) were marching on Versailles to protest the high price of bread and the Kings absence from Paris. La Fayette tried to calm them down and to keep them from leaving Paris but there were to many and his National Guard wanted to join them. The guard was close to mutiny and some guardsman actually threatened to kill La Fayette if he would try to stop them. So La Fayette had to accompany these angry Parisians in order to guide and control them on their journey and to prevent a mutiny – it was also a face-saving move. They needed until midnight to reach Versailles and La Fayette had dispatched couriers prior to warn the royal family. After the journey and what happened in Paris La Fayette had to explain the situation to the King, again prevent a mutiny, secure not only the royal families but also their bodyguard’s safety and so on and so forth. In the wee hours of October 6 he went to an apartment complex his wife’s family owned in Versailles and tried to find some sleep. He had been up and going for roughly twenty hours, twenty very long and eventful hours, was chilled to the bone and filthy because it had been raining during their march. When on the morning of the sixth around five o'clock some members of the mob broke into the palace, killing some of the royal bodyguards and threatening the Royal Family – La Fayette needed to be woken. After he was woken and informed of what was happening he jumped into action immediately and everything was safe and sound again at around eight o'clock. Still, many members of the court begrudge him the few hours of rest he got, stating that he should have been there to protect them and prevent the intrusion ... and with thus, the nickname General Morpheus was born.
The court sometimes also referred to La Fayette as “Cromwell” or “the French Cromwell” but that seemed to be meant more as a comparison than a actual nicknamed.
The French revolutionary author Jean-Paul Marat referred to La Fayette in his paper L’Ami du peuple almost exclusively by his actual last-name, Motier. However, he spelled “Motier” as “moitié” (which translate to “half”) or something there in-between. Charming.
I hoped that helped and I hope you have/had an amazing day as well! :-)
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neoheros · 4 years
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sneaking out headcanons feat. gym 3 squad ♡ — also this is all gonna be set in an au before or without the quarantine, so don’t leave your house please!! social distancing is important and people are dying!!
kuroo tetsuro
listen LISTEN
sneaking out is terrible and you should never do it because it’s dangerous and risky
and you as the woke and understanding gen z that you are definitely respected that
but , BUT , BUUUUT !
the minute your boyfriend snapped you a photo of him in his car with him rubbing his tired eyes captioned “couldn’t sleep, dreamt of u”
your morals were OUT THE WINDOW and now it was your turn >:// !!!
kuroo: i know it’s 4 am but what’re the chances you’d hop out for a quick trip to chick-fil-a 👉👈
you, purposely taking two minutes to reply: why are you still awake
kuroo, who knows you like the back of his hand: babe don’t lie to me, it’s embarrassing for the both of us x
so you agree !! because it was kuroo, the love of your life, the man you’d simp for, and he’s paying for food so hell fricken yeah
you throw on a hoodie, lock your doors, fluff up the bed to make it look like someone was sleeping in it just in case and you gently make your way towards your window
due to personal reasons, you want to pass away
you suddenly remember why you hated sneaking out and boy — the food kuroo was buying you better be worth it
the only way you were actually gonna get down from your two story house that idiotically doesn’t have a roof ledge was if you grab onto the tv satellite that latched by the sill
from your window you see kuroo’s car parked by the trash cans near your house and he’s got his windshield down signaling at you
mfer pulled out his phone from his pocket and waved as he zooms closer to your figure and he SMILED ?
you were in a dilemma?? and he had the audacity???? the fricken audacity???
kuroo, snapping you the vid he took: babe please you’re so cute you look like a tiny gremlin
you: had me in the first half, not gonna lie
it was a MOMENT for you !! but you just say what the hell and go for it anyways because you only live once apparently and sneaking out with your boyfriend at 4 am was better than sleeping
you grab onto the satellite ridge and you pray for mercy that it doesn’t make a sound or loosen up because if anyone found out you were doing this it was definitely kuroo’s ass on the line
while you’re struggling to get down, kuroo’s just in the car ??? laughing his ass off at your current state and you swear that he’s still taking photos
you get down on the cement safely and instead of him pulling up closer to your drive way naaaah he makes you walk to where he was at 😤
you, getting in the car: if i dump you by the end of tonight, just know that the only reason why i didn’t do it sooner is because i wanted food
kuroo, putting on your seatbelt: we’ll get back together in the morning, i’m not worried
so the two of you make your way to chick-fil-a, get food via drivethru and eat in the parking lot with the doors open and the windows down
he still looks very tired and before you even realize it it’s already 6 in the morning
you catch him yawn every few minutes and he always reassures you that he didn’t mind staying up this late :(
he’s baby
kuroo: lets get you home, are you gonna dump me yet?
you, kissing his cheek: no, i kinda love you
kuroo, less sleepy with a lazy smile on his face: aha simp
tsukishima kei
bro if you think he’s a goody two shoes boy who won’t ask you to sneak out at like 2 in the morning , you are so wrong
canonically, he is the most devious and logical character in the entire anime and if he wants to go out with you before the crack of dawn — he fricken will !!
he’s gonna be so sly about it too, nah, he gon make you think it’s your idea to sneak out
tsukki, texting you a tiktok of homemade shrimp rotini at 2:35 am: look what yamaguchi sent me
yamaguchi, who fell asleep three hours ago and absolutely is not in any state to send tiktoks:
so you’re there like ??????
bruv you were just tryna scroll through your twitter feed in peace, why the hell would he send you that like that’s so uncool
because now you were sleep deprived and hungry
you, close to tears: does your house in hell have a pool or
tsukishima, unnerved: i don’t like the concept of swimming
he’s gonna go on about how he didn’t realize what he did and how he’s kinda sorry for waking your hunger but you weren’t born yesterday !! you smelled BS !!
so you facetime him, ready to go off on how unsorry he is and you can already imagine the shit eating grin he must’ve had on
he answers after three rings and he’s in a MFING yellow hoodie with the dinosaur print in the middle, his hair neatly tucked and you just know that he’s got his keys on his fingertips
you, defeated: i’ve been played
tsukishima, heading out the front door: i deny all accusations
you’re not even upset though because this was a perfect opportunity to try the stability of your roof ledge and tbh? who wasn’t unreasonably hungry at 3 am
turns out climbing out your window was harder than you thought and you may or may not have gotten two new bruises on your wrist just by trying
safe to assume that you fell on your ass and since the universe has a particular hatred towards you, your boyfriend arrived at the perfect time to witness all of it
tsukishima: how are you gonna kiss me when you’re too busy kissing the ground
you, tears on your cheeks: if i wanted a bully instead of a boyfriend i would’ve SAID SO
when you get in his car, the first thing he does is ask if you’re okay though and he’s checking your wrists and hands for any scratches or bleeding because 🥺
tsukki: you’re such a clumsy idiot what the hell
tsukki, kicking down the pavement when you’re not paying attention: 💢🪓
you guys end up going to numerous places because most of the drivethrus in town were already closed
you see him get tired behind the steering wheel and you almost have the urge to offer to drive but you didn’t really feel like crashing his car any day soon so
you: lets just head to starbucks hm? get some coffee?
tsukishima, feeling bad because he knows you wanted to get food: we don’t have to
you, in love with him: if you say no i will willingly walk all the way to starbucks by myself , what , you think i won’t do it
so you guys go there and order a couple double shot espressos with a side of scones and muffins and the entire time you’re just trying not to shiver because name one starbucks you’ve been to that hasn’t been unreasonably cold huh i dare you
he notices this and he gives you his hoodie and ITS JUST THE SOFTEST THING OKAY BECAUSE HE’S COLD TOO BUT HE JUST WANTS YOU WARM
you: i knew it, you love me too huh 😌
tsukishima: unfortunately so
akaashi keiji
AKAASHI IS LEGALLY THE BEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WORLD !!
like he cannot be a bad boyfriend ?? it’s impossible for him to be so ?????? he’s just built that way ????
he’s the ultimate mixture of respect and self love , god was just like “let’s make this one perfect !!”
he’s DRIPPING in love each other juice and he eats kindness for breakfast so ha !
he physically cannot say no to you because he flat out adores you
( except when he feels like you’re wrong or being irrational to which he’ll politely correct you and educate you because that’s on what? that’s on having a healthy relationship ♡ )
so when you hit him up at 5:23 in the morning after a series of tiktoks that he has yet to see and react to you about, he’s kinda alarmed
but then again he’s also not ?? because let’s face it, at this point, he’s used to you spamming his inbox
the last thing you sent him two minutes ago was a text saying “bro just imagine this: you and me at a maccas drivethru with two oreo flurry’s and a box of 20 piece chicken nuggets — immaculate”
and you didn’t really expect him to reply?
it was five am and you were absolutely shit talking but when you saw his face time status go online you were just like ?????
akaashi, snapping you a pic of him under his covers with very tired eyes: it’s 5:27 am
you, sending him back a photo of you and the 2000 piece puzzle you spent the last two hours doing: that’s not a no 💅
he doesn’t reply and you’re not really upset by it because he probably just fell asleep and that was really cute to you so !!
but then two minutes later he’s facetiming you and you JUMP at the sudden ringing
he’s all tired and his voice is groggy and tight but he’s still smiling as he says “i’ll see you in ten”
YOU ARE !!!! PUMPED !!!!!
you won the boyfriend lottery , holy hell
now the only thing keeping you from seeing your man and the mcdonald’s sign was the eleven foot gap between your window and the solid concrete
you’d usually take the stairs but you just know that your mom would absolutely murder you for trying to sneak out when you should be asleep 💆‍♀️
it was either climbing out by clawing through the pipes or not being able to give akaashi a hug and you were not gonna let that second one happen
akaashi, after reading your two paragraph rant on how unnatural it was for your window to be that high: please be careful
you, haven’t slept in 32 hours: screw careful ! i embody elegance !!
in which elegance was screaming every time your pipes squeaked because dear mercy you did not want to die yet
akaashi, who just pulled up your drive way and is now seeing you almost fall to the ground:
you, on the verge of tears: please catch me
AND he does 🥺
it was a close call and he barely even made it to you when you chose to let go but HE DID ANYWAYS
you kinda fell on him rather than landing smoothly in his arms but that’s okay you were just glad you didn’t die
when you both get in his car, he just takes a hot sec to dust you off and ask if you’re okay and he’s so concerned please tell him you’re fine
he’s such a baby please i can’t believe this shit
the two of you end up in a mcdonald’s parking lot with doja cat blaring on the radio and you guys do your best to hold back your laughter as you eat
it was pretty cold and the sun was rising but honestly you couldn’t find the urge to care since the moment just felt so surreal
you: i’m sorry for waking you btw 🥺
akaashi, showing you his new lock screen which is the picture he took of you when he first saw you climb out the window:
you: i’m less sorry
bokuto koutaro
BOYFRIEND OF THE MFING YEAR
i accept no arguments, go cry about it
i literally don’t care what anyone has to say, bokuto is the only man ever ? he’s so deserving of every right on earth i’ll cry
the way that this is the third night in a row he’s stayed up til 4 am and he’s not even alarmed about it
like at this point he’s just accepted that he is nocturnal and that’s that on that !
before he actually had the idea to ask you to sneak out for him, he debated whether or not it was worth it
you needed sleep and you barely got any so when he knew you were resting he absolutely refused to message you :(
but then he also thought about how you would love to have a large dunkin iced coffee right now
and he was already getting ready for his morning fix so why not just ask harmlessly?
if you weren’t going to respond then he’d be okay with that because he knew that you were resting well
but if you were going to answer his consecutive texts with a positive reply then HE IS 🥺 over the moon
you, barely awake: can we get a venti triple shot latté instead , my caffeine tolerance is SHOT
bokuto, snapping you back within a minute: babe you are delusional if you think i’m gonna let you drink that
so it’s 5 am and your parents are in the other room asleep but you know that their jobs start pretty early so you had to get a move on
your room wasn’t that high from the ground to be honest, so you weren’t really worried about falling off
what you were worried about was how dizzy and out of depth the melatonin gummies made you because in order to fall asleep you took 3 and now that you basically forced yourself out of a self induced coma, your body was on the verge of passing away
bokuto tells you that he doesn’t mind if you’re not up for the trip and he’d just bring you back your coffee BUT NAH
you’re not a quitter 🤬 you miss your boyfriend and you are gonna do whatever it takes to spend some quality morning time with him !!!!!
so you throw on a proper outfit, make your way through your window and gently do your best to refrain from yelping every time your hand would slip from the railing that’s keeping your balance
bokuto, pulling up seeing you on your roof: you’re so strong 🥺👉👈
you, barely alive: all for you baby ❤️
he helps you get down from where you stood and he had the prettiest smile on earth i SWEAR when you immediately sank in his cold chest
he apologizes for making you sneak out like that BUT NUH UH YOU DO NOT LET HIM
he is a gift !!! and you knew how tired he must’ve been too since he kept yawning but he still took the time and energy to pick you up 🥺
he fastens your seatbelt in the car and puts the windows up because he knew that the air would get in your face and you didn’t like that
he even brought you a spare hoodie of his because he remembered how much you swooned over this particular fabric
bokuto: we’ll get you some coffee but you can sleep while i drive, ok babe?
you, trying not to cry: are you single because i really want to kiss you
bokuto, kissing your cheek: i’m dating someone i’m sorry
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midgardianweasley · 3 years
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I’ve got you, I promise
Loki x fem!Avenger!reader
Summary: Y/N has a nightmare about her mum’s death, her being murdered by HYDRA because of her powers when Y/N was a child years ago, her daughter hearing everything. Haunted by the memories, comfort is found in a certain God of Mischief.
Warnings: very angsty but fluffy/soft ending, Readers Mother Death
Word Count: 1662
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“Stay here, do not move, okay?” I could faintly hear her mumbling, hiding me under coats and blankets in the storage cupboard, I could feel her hands shaking, matching the scared expression she held. She was trying to put on a brave face for me, despite knowing that I could hear the booming explosions outside and the banging on the door. I didn’t want her to leave, I knew what would happen if she set foot outside that door.
“Please don’t go” I spoke, only to be hushed quickly, her thumbs caressing my face and wiping away the tears that refused to stop flowing. My grip on the end of her sleeves felt deadly, silently begging her to stay, hoping that if I hold her tightly enough, she’ll hide in here with me. Her lips were the last I felt of her, the gentle kiss full of love pressed against my forehead, her tears falling onto my cheek and mixing with mine.
“I love you, sweetheart” She smiled, her eyes beginning to glow purple. It was time to go.
“I love-”
Darkness. One turn of a key and she was gone. The sounds weren’t though. I heard the gunshots. The explosions. The men’s screams. I’m sure if the coats weren’t on top of me, I’d be able to hear the punches, it was that loud. I thought once the noise stopped, I'd feel relief. It was over, surely? She was coming back for me. She has to be. It was only when the door was opened, well, kicked in, that i’d realised. She wasn’t coming home.
I sat bolt upright, sweat pouring off of me as I tried to catch my breath. This was the third time I'd had the same nightmare this month. I put it down to it being my mothers birthday in the upcoming weeks, my subconscious must be taunting me. As I began to ground myself, reminding myself to take deep breaths, I noticed how dry my throat was. Water. I need water. Before I knew it, I was shuffling quietly towards the kitchen in the Avengers compound, trying to not wake anyone as I filled a glass and went to look out at the city. It was so quiet outside. So peaceful. I felt a pang of jealousy, ‘The city is getting more rest than I am’. The city that never sleeps. The irony.
It felt as though I stood for hours, watching cars drive the streets of New York and the occasional bystander pass their flat window, realistically it was only a couple of minutes before I heard someone clear their throat behind me.
“Can’t sleep?” Loki.
I turned slightly, smiling at the God standing behind me, holding up my glass.
“Thirsty.” I murmured before turning back towards the window, silently hoping he’ll return back to his room.
I had no problem with Loki, ever since the New York incident, we all agreed to be civil, besides the occasional bicker between him and Stark, but generally we all tried our best to co-exist. Loki and I often found ourselves in discussions, I’d tell him about how I became an Avenger and the different missions I'd been on and he’d tell me about his life back in Asgard. I usually love hearing about his tales, especially about his mother. It’s obvious in the way he talks about her that he adores her. However, I don’t think I could handle it tonight.
“Now now, I like to think that I know you slightly better than that my dear. You seem troubled.”
“Reading my mind there, Loki?” I questioned, receiving a chuckle and a faint smile as he walked to stand beside me. As I looked out the window again, I could feel his gaze burn the side of my head.
“Not so much as reading your facial expressions. Your eyebrows furrow a certain way when you’re troubled. May I?” He asked, holding his hand out towards my face. Despite not knowing what exactly he was asking, I nodded in response. His thumb gently pressed against my forehead, smoothing out what I assume to be lines of anxiety found there. It didn’t last long before I flinched backwards, trying to avoid his touch. Not there. Upon seeing his slightly concerned glance, I spoke again, still not meeting his eyes.
“I’m- I’m sorry. It’s not you.”
“No, no don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have invaded your personal space. I must ask though, are you okay?”
“Yes”
He raised his eyebrow, nonverbally questioning my answer.
“No.”
“Would you like to talk about it?”
It was a strange question to me. I’d always kept this part of my life to myself. The rest of the team had no idea about this part of my past, sure, they knew my parents were out of the picture, but I hadn’t explained any further than that. This loss, I’d never shared it, never spoke a word about the nightmares or why I lock myself away on the same day every year. I don’t think they thought to question it. We all had our past, our memories, our losses. As Steve would so kindly put it, we walk it off. But here Loki was, God of mischief, standing before me and offering to listen to it. Something about the way he was looking at me, patiently awaiting for me to make the next move, I don’t really know what happened, I heard myself before my mind had processed it.
“It’s my mum’s birthday in two weeks.”
“I’ve never heard you speak of your mum” He spoke, appearing to look relieved that I had started to talk to him, however, still being patient with me and letting me decide how far I let this conversation go and what I say. The next sentence, I’ve never said aloud.
“She died.” My voice cracked. With arms crossed at my stomach, the glass of water long forgotten on a side table, my eyes finally met his. I could see the sadness floating in them, I’m sure he could say the same about me.
“I’m so sorry, love.”
“I was young at the time.”
“That can’t make it any easier”
“No, it doesn’t” I mumbled, tears now starting to fall again. I gave him a small smile, barely noticeable i’m sure, nonetheless, he returned a sympathetic one. His silence felt like a cue to continue, I breathed deeply as I started to talk again.
“It was HYDRA. They killed her. I never really knew the reason for sure, I assume it was because she wouldn’t join them and they saw her powers as a threat on the opposite side. She locked me away. Kept me hidden as she went to fight them off. She never returned.” The last sentence leaves my mouth as a slight whisper, my gaze returning to the city again.
“That’s terrible. I’m incredibly sorry for your loss, my dear. Is this why you’re up?” He asked, stepping slightly closer towards me, but still giving me my space. I nodded, hesitant to share more, but the look in his eyes and feeling him stood so close gave me a sense of comfort. Like I could trust him. He’s told me personal things about his life on Asgard, I can trust him with this.
“I can still hear everything. I can’t imagine how many men there were outside attacking us, but I could hear their pain. Their screams and the darkness haunts me. Not once did I hear my mum scream, I assumed that was a good sign, I still remember the spark of hope upon hearing the silence. But when S.H.I.E.L.D agents appeared in front of me, I remember feeling it fizzle out twice as fast. I thought it was her coming back. I didn’t think that her kiss and her ‘I love you’s’ would be the last I had of her.” My breaths started to shake again, remembering everything as I was saying it out loud.
“I didn’t- I thought”
“Shh shh, hey, hey, Y/N, Look at me, hey” The God spoke, crouching down slightly, his hands on my shoulders grounding me a little. His messy black hair and green pyjamas all looked like a blur through the tears pooling in my eyes.
“Deep breaths for me, in for 6, hold for 2 and then out. Do it with me” He spoke slowly and clearly, starting to demonstrate his breathing, trying to encourage me to follow. I started to slowly follow his lead, gradually feeling more air reaching my lungs with every breath we took. After a few minutes, he gently took my hand, and placed it on his chest, where his heart was
“Feel that?”
“Mhm”
He took my other hand and placed it at the same spot, but on my chest instead.
“Focus on the beats, okay?”
I nodded, still not relying on my voice to communicate for me. It helped a lot, following his breathing and feeling our heartbeats begin to settle down and fall in line with each other.
“Loki?” My voice sounded small, like a child.
“Yes?”
“Can I have a hug? Please?”
“Of course you can darling. C’mere” He stood up, opening his arms and beckoning me into them. Soon, his heartbeat could be felt right at my temple, it was more soothing than I had expected. We’d stayed like that for a while, tiredness had started to take over, something the man above me noticed.
“Would you like to stay with me tonight? You don’t have to, I can return you to your-”
“I wanna stay with you. Please.” I mumbled, barely audible mainly due to tiredness.
“Alright, let’s go. I’ll protect you from any nightmares. I promise.”
Loki may be the God of Mischief, known for his lies and tricks, but he kept to his promise as he held me through the night, using his seidr to settle my mind and anxieties. I’ve never slept so well, all thanks to him.
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“You’re absolutely positive you can’t come with me?” Y/N asked Matt.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I work that day. Maybe you can ask Ty or Stefan or something.”
“Yep. Been there done that. Stefan has plans to hang out with Caroline and Tyler has another wedding to go to by some stupid twisted chance of fate. I hate June.”
“You can…well, I’m not even going to suggest that torture.” Matt said cutting himself off.
“What? Anything is better than the torture of my family trying to set me up with someone.”
“You could ask Damon, but then again, he’s literally the worst. I guess pick your poison. Damon Salvatore or wedding set up. Personally I’d go with the latter.”
Y/N patted Matt on the shoulder and sighed. “You don’t know my family.” She exited The Grill and reluctantly drove to the Salvatore Boarding House.
She knocked, and Damon immediately opened the door. “You know, I was wondering when the tension would catch up to you.” He smirked.
“That is not why I’m here, Damon. I need a favor.”
“What kind of favor?”
Y/N sighed and took a deep breath before starting her rant. “I need a date to my relatives wedding, and i’ve already asked literally everyone else i know, so i know you probably hate me, but please say yes. Otherwise they’ll try to set me up with someone, and they have awful taste.”
“And what do I get out of agreeing to this?”
“Um…I don’t know? The wedding is literally tomorrow and I have no other option so…I have no clue. Whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want, huh? I’ll let you know when I figure out what that is. What time does this wedding start tomorrow?”
“Wedding’s from 5:00 to 6:00 and the reception’s from 6:30 to 10:00, unfortunately, I have to help with setup, so I have to be there three hours early, it was almost five luckily I got out of that, but I’m not going to make you deal with that, so I’ll leave from there early, come pick you up around 4:30. Dress nice…but not too nice. You’re already going to outshine the groom. My cousin does not know how to pick em.”
“That was a very trivial way of you saying you think I’m attractive. I’ll be ready, and don’t think I’ll forget that you owe me.”
“I wasn’t saying that! And I didn’t think you would forget. Not even for a second. And one more thing, please don’t eat any of my relatives.”
“Oh I’m not that bad. Why would I eat one of them when I could eat you?” He said eying her from head to toe.
“Stop making everything sexual! I’ll see you tomorrow!” She exclaimed as she brushed her hair to cover her red face.
He watched her as she walked back to her car, because let’s be honest with ourselves, he loved to see her walk away, then he shut the door and poured himself a glass of bourbon.
“Did Y/N just ask you to her cousin’s wedding?” Stefan asked walking downstairs.
“Why yes she did, brother.”
“Then you’re welcome. I don’t actually have plans with Caroline tomorrow. I told her that so she’d ask you. Don’t screw it up.”
“Really Stefan? I could’ve gotten the girl on my own. I’ve had plenty of practice.”
“See? That’s what I’m talking about. Y/N is different. She likes you, but she doesn’t like you just because she wants to sleep with you. She likes you because she wants to be in a relationship with you. If you don’t want that, then don’t lead her on. Promise me you won’t lead her on.”
“Do you really think that low of me, Stef?” Damon asked placing his palm over his chest.
“I won’t hurt her. Believe it or not, I actually like her, and tomorrow I’m going to be a perfect angel around her family, and she’ll have no choice but to invite me to another family event. I will be the best fake boyfriend. Mark my words.”
The next day was absolute torture for Y/N to say the least. “Y/N, Mark and Angela have to be seated near the back. They have not earned the status of front and center. Move the cards.” Her cousin, Allison, was normally really sweet, but she was an extreme bridezilla.
Y/N rolled her eyes but did as she was told. She expected for Allison to follow her every order when her wedding came around.
“So, Auntie Bethany has invited a really cool guy to set you up with. His name is Reggie and he’s so much nicer than the last one.” Allison said taking a minute to rest, which did not bother Y/N one bit.
“First of all, I’m eighteen which is freshly out of high school, I don’t know why she thinks it’s so urgent for me to settle down. Second of all, mom is going to be real disappointed because I actually have a boyfriend now and I invited him. I mentioned him a few weeks ago to you.”
“Now that you say that, I remember you mentioning it.” Yeah, she didn’t say a word, but Allison bought it and that’s all that mattered. She’d been pushing her to get a date since the wedding was announced.
“Speaking of which, it’s 4:00 and I told him I’d be there to pick him up at 4:30. You don’t mind me leaving a bit early do you?”
“No. Of course not. Chloe, Lilly, and Amy will help me finish my makeup then I should be all ready! Can’t wait to meet this mysterious boyfriend of yours.”
Y/N waved at the other bridesmaids, who all glared back at her for leaving them alone, and got in her car to get Damon. She knocked.
“Just a minute!” She heard him call. He opened the door a couple minutes later.
She smiled brightly. “You look great.” She said.
“Yeah, and you look…gorgeous. Your cousin was very generous with the bridesmaids dresses.” Damon commented.
https://shoplook.io/outfit-preview/2847398
“Come on. If we’re late I will not hear the end of it.”
Once they arrived, there were literally like five minutes till the start of the wedding. “Shit.” She muttered. “Just sit down and avoid eye contact at all costs. I really wish she hadn’t made me a bridesmaid.” Y/N muttered the last part and got to her place.
The ceremony lasted forever. The only thing that made it tolerable was watching Damon mess with the dude sitting next to him.
“Oh my god. That was literally the longest wedding ever. Why the hell did she force us to wear heels?”
“On the bright side, you were definitely the hottest bridesmaid up there.”
She elbowed his side playfully. “Oh shut up. Now come on, we need to get going. If we’re late to the reception, my mom will kill me. I haven’t even got to talk to her yet.” Y/N to practically dragged Damon to the car.
Of course the reception was about as cliche as the ceremony. It was held in a big old barn decorated with fairy lights.
“There’s my mom. Come on, act coupley or whatever, and be on your best behavior would you?”
“Oh, Y/N I’m hurt. When am I not?” He wrapped an arm around her waist.
Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling slightly at his antics.
“Hey, mom.”
Her mother looked kind of upset. “Come on, Y/N. You should’ve told me you were bringing a date. Reggie is going to be disappointed.” Her mother motioned backwards towards a guy who was already making out with another bridesmaid.
“Yeah…that him? He doesn’t seem too upset. I wouldn’t worry about it. Mom, this is Damon, my boyfriend.”
They shook hands. “Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. It’s great to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much, and can I just say, you look lovely this evening. Speaking of which, where’s the lucky man?”
“Oh, he’s just over there talking to the groom. I’m glad that Y/N has finally gotten a boyfriend. I was starting to think she was going to be single forever.”
“Mom, cool it, will you? I’m eighteen years old. I just enrolled in college. I’m not getting married anytime soon. I know that’s how people in our family usually do it, but I don’t want to be married and have three kids running around by the time I’m twenty five. Okay?”
“You may feel that way now, dear, but wait until the baby fever catches up to you.” Y/N rolled her eyes.
“I need a drink.” She mumbled with hostility.
“Y/N Y/M/N! You are not drinking any alcohol!” Her mother scolded after her.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble. You just have fun. Raising a girl with that attitude must have kept you away from fun quite a bit.” Bethany laughed.
“You have no idea.”
Damon followed Y/N to the open bar, and found her with a wine glass filled to the very top.
“Dude, first of all you aren’t even of age, and second of all, do you really want to get drunk at a relative’s wedding? Answer, no. No you don’t.”
“You don’t know what I want, Damon. Just go charm off the pants of another middle aged woman.”
“I’m trying to be a perfect fake boyfriend so your mom will get off your back. Did you already drink one of these?” He asked taking the glass from her hands and swirling it around.
“Yeah, duh. Did you meet my mom? She makes it her mission to control every aspect of her life. I love her, but some alchohol would really help me love her even more. Here gimme that.” She said grabbing the glass from his hand. She downed the whole thing in one go as if it was just a shot glass.
“Y/F/N! No! You are banned from this bar for the rest of the night. Come on.” He hoisted her over his shoulder.
“Damon...what are you doing? You’re supposed to be the least responsible one in this fake relationship.” She whined.
“No. I’m supposed to be like a real boyfriend which means I have to keep you out of trouble and do everything I can to make your parents like me which is what I’m doing.”
“Come on. Just let me walk. I won’t do anything stupid. I promise.”
“No.” Y/N huffed.
“Fine. If you want some douchebags looking up my dress then whatever.”
“Fine! Okay fine. I’ll put you down, but only because I’m your douchebag, and I don’t want anyone thinking otherwise.”
They ran back into Y/N’s parents.
“Did you get her away from the bar before she went psycho?” Mrs. Y/L/N asked.
“No. I took away the wine glass and she took it back and chugged it.” Damon said glaring at her.
“I’m fine. See?” She walked in a straight line.
“Oh come on Bethany. Lighten up. If you think she isn’t too young to get married then don’t you think in that mindset that she isn’t too young to drink alcohol.” Her father, Chris, said.
Y/N snapped and pointed at her dad. “Yeah. He’s totally right? Ready to admit that eighteen is too young for someone to get married?”
“Fine. It’s too young. Now no more drinks for the rest of the night, missy.”
She smiled triumphantly, but then she started sulking again. “Rest of the night? As in I have to stay here for the rest of the night and not drink anything?”
“Fine. You can leave like an hour early, but come talk to me before you leave. Have fun, but not too much fun.”
Y/N smirked. “I thought you wanted grandkids?” Her dad choked on his drink.
“Y/N!”
“Kidding. I’m obviously kidding…mostly. Bye!”
“You’re a lot of fun when you’re not avoiding being killed by some type of villain. I like you when you’re not in serious mode.”
“I’m so so sorry that I don’t have any witchy woo or an immortal life, but you do have to admit, I am amazing with a crossbow.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Sure you are. Even though you’ve almost hit me multiple times.”
“Exactly. I’m amazing with a crossbow. By the way, Allison wanted to meet you. We should get that over with.”
“Okay. That was uncalled for. You can’t just change the subject after admitting to trying to murder me multiple times.”
“You would have healed. What do you want me to do? Fall at your feet like Elena?” Y/N asked clearly passive aggressive.
“Woah. Woah. Woah. Stop walking for a second. Are you jealous of Elena?”
“What?! No. Why would I be? I don’t…I don’t even like you!”
“This wedding has proved that statement otherwise. Come on. Admit it. You. Are. Jealous. You want to get with all of this! You want to go for a ride on the Salvatore train!”
“No! No! No! I don’t! I don’t like you! I don’t want you! You... you infuriate me to no end!”
“But you like that don’t you? You like it when I get you all flustered. And don’t think I didn’t catch you blushing earlier when I called myself yours, given I said I was your douchebag, but you still blushed. Not to mention the fact that you put my hand back on your waist when we were walking back from the bar. You like me.”
“No I don’t! Everything that happened here was for show! It was for show.” She defended.
“The only reason you didn’t want to invite me to this wedding is because you knew that I would get your heart racing. Yeah. I can hear that.”
Y/N ran her hands over her face in frustration. “Oh. Don’t mess up your makeup. I can do that for you later.” Damon smirked. So what? His plan to be perfect didn’t last very long, but this plan seemed to be working just fine.
“Stop. Stop saying stuff like that.” She whisper shouted.
Damon leaned in. His mouth was only inches away from her ear. “Why? Does it…frustrate you?”
Y/N gave him a glare and crossed her arms, huffing. Damon smirked. She grabbed his wrist and took him outside.
Damon still had a smug look on his face. “You wanna know how you really make me feel? Yes, Damon! Yes you fucking frustrate me! You make me question my existence on a daily basis and sometimes I even wonder why me?! Why does he like me?! I’m no Elena. I’m not the perfect annoying ass girl next door, and I still don’t know the answer, but you know what?! Since you’re deciding to push me and push me until I explode, I love you, Damon Salvatore! I fucking love you!”
After seconds of tension filled silence and staring at each other, Damon smashed his lips against hers. She immediately kissed him back. She felt his hands gradually slide further down her back, until they were groping her ass. She pushed him away out of spite. “No.” She stated crossing her arms defiantly.
“Really? You’re going to be like this? Now?”
“Yes. Yes I am. Say it back and maybe I’ll be more lenient.” She sassed.
“I thought it was a given. I’ve literally been flirting with you and pining after you for months, Y/N. Of course I love you.”
“Was that so hard?” She joked. She leaned in to kiss him again, this time resting his hands on her butt. He squeezed her ass making her gasp, and slipped his tongue in her mouth.
“Woah. Woah. Woah. This isn’t your honeymoon Y/N.” Allison had walked out of her own reception looking for her.
“Oh, shit. Sorry Alli. So what’s up?” Y/N asked slightly out of breath.
“Well, I was promised that I could meet your mystery man, but you were nowhere to be found. I decided to look for you myself. Aunt Bethany was complaining about your grandkids joke earlier. I didn’t think you were serious.” She joked.
“So, this is Damon. Damon this is my cousin, Allison.”
“Nice to finally meet you. By the way Y/N, I connected the dots, and I realized after getting out of the point where I was completely freaking out, sorry about that by the way, that this is the same Damon that you literally used to call me just to complain about on the daily.”
“Hey, now. Let’s not bring that up, especially the things that I said…” Allison cut her off.
“She used to call me and talk about how annoying you were. I believe one time she called you a flaming douche nozzle? That sounds about right. Every single call always ended with her saying he is so infuriatingly attractive. It’s not even fair.” She knew she was embarrassing her cousin, and to be honest she loved it.
“Hey! He doesn’t need an ego boost! Trust me. I would know.”
“Okay. Okay. All jokes aside, if you are leaving, your mom and dad wanted to talk to you. Oh, and I won’t tell them about this little encounter. I know how they can be.” Allison winked and walked back in the building.
“Was it just me, or did we just get permission from the bride to leave? Come on we have got to hurry up and talk to my parents so we can get out of here.”
“What’s got you in such a rush to leave?” Damon winked.
“None of that. Stop. No. No. Bad.” She said pointing her finger at him.
“Relax. I won’t be myself, but only for you.” They walked back into the reception making a bee line to her parents.
“Hey mom, we’re about to head out.”
“Y/N, your lipstick is a little smudged.” Her mom said. Damon had to look away to stop himself from laughing.
“Huh. Is it? Must’ve been from where I got a drink. Anywho I love you guys and we will see you later.”
“Wait a second. Damon would you like to come over for dinner this Friday?”
“Of course. I’d love to Mrs. Y/L/N.”
“Great. We cannot wait to see you again. Alright. I won’t keep you. Have a nice night.” They both waved goodbye to her parents and headed back to the Salvatore house. They walked in, and Damon poured a couple of glasses of bourbon.
“I have been accepted by your family. I’d say this calls for celebration.”
“I thought I wasn’t allowed to drink, dad.”
“Oh shut up. You can do whatever the hell you want when your parents aren’t there to witness it.” Y/N rolled her eyes, and flopped on the couch.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep no matter what you say.”
“Come on then.”
“Where?”
“If you’re going to sleep then you’re coming with me to a comfy bed, not the couch.” Instead of waiting for her to reapond or get up, he slug her over his shoulder and took her upstairs.
“Goodnight, Damon.” She said sleepily.
“Goodnight, sleeping beauty.”
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tedturneriscrazy · 3 years
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And here we are with Yesterday's Lie, the season 2A finale!
Wow, this came up quick, huh?
Anyways...
What are you doing with all that, not-Luz?
(Also, cute photo of younger Luz. She had hair!)
That musical cue when not-Luz adjusted her hair was rather unnerving
Judging by Camila's reaction to that box being set out, she wasn't lying when she said she loved Luz's creativity
Freeing the rabbit from the trap did a lot to establish more of Camila's character. I'm glad we're finally getting more of her.
OH SHIT REAL LUZ IN THE MIRROR
"Are you sure this isn't gonna blow our faces off?" "Nope!"
That's a rather eclectic collection of ingredients for the door
I wonder if Amity also provided the abomination head
Group hug❤
There's the trailer shot
You only appear in reflections, huh? Interesting...
Jeez, Luz, priorities!
(Oh who am I kidding, the fact she's still thinking about her girlfriend is adorable)
I do love it when her accent comes through
Whoops, looks like wherever this is the magic of the Isles doesn't reach
Previously unmentioned dad whose face is obscured in the photo
GASP
Spider-Man moment
Oh, voice change in not-Luz!
Classic "I ain't goin' back, man!" moment
Also, it's beta Luz's bat!
"Monster Slayer Academia" I'm not entirely sure that doesn't actually exist...
"I will never understand anime..."😂😂😂
Oh, true form time!
Vee's gonna be a fan favorite, isn't she? (I ask, full well knowing the answer)
I mean, I've already seen plenty of Luca x Owl House fan art, so I imagine that may intensify
Luz seems to be quite understanding all things considered. I suppose all the people in the "Doppelganger isn't evil, actually" camp have been vindicated.
Oh, Eda
I don't think I like that camera...
So Gravesfield, Connecticut, huh?
Welp, there's a statue of a man that's probably Philip Wittebane
Oh, partially transformed Vee is gonna be irresistible to fanartists
Witch obsessed guy? Pamphlets? Hmm...
Wait, MARILYN?! As in Stan's ex?!
(I know she wasn't actually since the two shows don't take place in the same universe, but no way that nod wasn't deliberate)
"She tried to pay for a latte with a live raccoon" Eda I'm saying this in the nicest way possible: What the fuck
Those rats...buh
"BREAD OF WISDOM GRANTS US SPEECH! WE DESIRE MORE!"
Can't say I don't relate to Vee wrt confrontation
Luz has definitely had some...previous experiences with other kids. Creepy talking rats? Yes. Human high schoolers? No thank you.
Oh, fellow campers! Luz isn't the only one who had off-screen experiences.
That reading seemed...ominous
Right...contacts...
Side note: seems like that camp doesn't stomp out weirdness as thoroughly as previously speculated
Oh shit it's Sonic the Hedgehog! I mean Warden Wrath! I mean Roger Craig Smith!
I saw someone take issue with how Vee reacted to Luz running away to the Demon Realm, but considering her past experience and trauma, her reaction is understandable
Belos I don't care how much of a foxy grandpa you are, you fucking suck
"Skin's sure weird!"
She took the day off work to drive "Luz" to camp I just😭
Whether you think camp was a bad idea or not, Camila's a good mom
Oh dear, Sonic is a conspiracy bro
I guess we know who set up that camera. And the traps.
Oh, seems Eda didn't have elixir with her on one of her trips to the human realm...
"After watching a few Mew-tube videos I learned the truth!" Yup he's a conspiracy bro. Goddamnit, Sonic!
(I can rag on Sonic the Hedgehog all I want, I've been into the games since the Genesis days, well before most of y'all were even born)
Luz having a "BOI" moment
This guy definitely watches Alex Jones. Props to the TOH crew for teaching a new generation about these conspiracy creeps.
Vee is accustomed to a life on the run, but apparently not with Luz's determination and quick thinking.
Also, all this talk about being "outed?" Yeah I'm definitely seeing the trans allegory everyone's talking about.
Now Luz turns to the one person who can help
That "boop"❤ (Now we know where Luz gets it from)
Camila not believing all the Demon Realm stuff. Shocked. SHOCKED, I say.
Well shit, Camila's been a veterinarian all this time! Don't we all have egg on our faces!
It would explain how Luz is so good with animals
Sonic the Curator sure is something, huh
The scary thing is that there are people like him in real life. Worse, even.
Okay, I know this is a dire situation, but I am enamored with Camila's mom energy here. She's adorable.
Dude with a ponytail and cardinal on his shoulder to send the theorists in a tizzy. It'll be interesting to see how this all eventually comes together.
I just realized that that's a training wand on the table
And now Camila realizes this is no game
Further props to the TOH crew for making the antagonist of the episode a crackpot white dude. This is correct.
Yup, further trans allegory. Plus a nice example of a supportive-if-not-quite-understanding-everything parent.
And there's Camila going ham on a motherfucker. Turns out there was no lie in the "Two Truths and a Lie!" Rather, the lie was that there was a lie in the first place...My brain hurts.
Oh, she can appear in the rain. That's cool!
Now is time for Real Sad Hours
The way Camila is reacting...god...it hurts...
"Is this the only way I can touch you?" STOP😢
"Staying here was the best decision I ever made!" Uh oh...
That promise is totally not gonna come back up later in the most tragic, gutwrenching way possible. Nope. Nuh uh. No way that'll happen.
Dammit, Luz, not more lies! Oh, right. The episode title.
Her face really says it all.
Well, it wasn't quite the continuous pain train we convinced ourselves it was gonna be, but that ending? Ow. I'm glad Vee has the support she needs, but my heart hurts for the Nocedas. I really hope they can resolve the issues they clearly still have, because damn.
And now we get to chew on all that for the next however many months! Hooray! I knew I said I was ready for a hiatus, but it turns out I'm a big fat liar, because I'm not! Augh!
Well, I'll try to look on the bright side: At least my sleep schedule can normalize again? Also I can cancel my Sling subscription once 6-10 drop on D+. Neither DisneyNow nor Sling are optimal VOD experiences.
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