#i was a fool for going with a boring black gun back when i bought my glock. i need THIS one

[lobotomizedlady]

who wants to buy this for my bday next month

[the-broken-truth]

The Cousins' Meeting

Broken Truth: Imagine like a Lords' Meeting, but...pint-sized. (Starts laughing before I attacked by an unkindness of ravens) OW!! HEY, I'M SORRY! MERCY!!! (Runs off)

Enjoy @snowflakestree

[Location - In the Heart of the Village Forest]

[The forest was vast and thick with trees but also dangerous, no one was really willing to travel into the forest in fear of death. On the edge of the forest rested a lake where the light of the full moon shined upon the water like a mirror. Standing on solid ground was a young girl with long black hair with black eyes and pale skin, clothed in a black dress and upon her shoulder...was a raven with eyes made of glass. She looked at the water and waited until ripples in the water made her smile as another figure smiled - a taller male with dark red hair and red eyes with pale skin, he wasn't wearing a shirt but he did wear long black pants that were soaked as he walked out of the water and closed the gills on the sides of his neck as he walked to the ground.]

Diedre (Looking at her cousin with a smirk): About time you got here, Sebastian; Eliza is waiting for us. (Took a step to the side and pointed at the light brown satchel that bore the crest of House Moreau on the flip) Your possessions are over there.

Sebastian (Walked over to the satchel and lifted it in his hands as he looked at his younger cousin): Sorry for being late. I had to make sure Father was asleep or he was going to know something was up. Thanks for holding on to this.

Diedre (Strokes under her raven's beak with one finger): It's fine, Cousin. Just get dressed and let's get a move on - the only one who hasn't shown up yet is that loudmouth, Heisenberg.

Sebastian (Groans): Of course he hasn't.

[Diedre turned her attention back to the water as Sebastian went into the darkness of the forest and proceeded to dry off with the towel in his satchel before getting dressed in the foggy green shirt with a dark green collar, another pair of black pants, black boots, and his trademark - the dark green cloak-jacket with the House of Moreau Crest on his back.]

Sebastian: I'm done. Let's get a move on.

[Without words - the Young Heirs of Beneviento & Moreau walked down the dark forest path until they reached a large cave that opened up at the side of the mountain.]

[A Few Years Ago - The Cousins found this cave and discovered an entire war room - a large round stone table with maps and cabinets, there were barracks and other rooms where old guns have well rusted, there was even a training room; some of the equipment was useless but there were some Kaleb and Sebastian could salvage and make new. They decided this was going to be their base - their Meeting Location. They rebuilt or bought what they needed to and cleaned the place up so it was more presentable for the Young Lords of the Village and - while it was unspoken - since Kaleb was the strongest out of them, he was considered the leader with Eliza as second in command; that left Diedre was the Surveillance Specialist for new targets while Sebastian kept any tabs their location being discovered by the villagers or their parents. When the disappearances, they agreed to meet once a month on the full moon so that their parents didn't get suspicious.]

[The Children of the 2nd and 3rd Lords walked into the cave and opened the gate with their custom keys - Kaleb made them with his powers - and walked down the hall to the meeting room. Eliza was already there, sitting in her chair with her journal before her on the table, resting on the Dimitrescu Crest on the table; using his artistic skills, Sebastian carved the House Crests in the table so everyone had a place at the table.]

Eliza (Looks at her cousins): About time you both got here, I've been waiting for 30 minutes at most.

Diedre (Sits in her chair - her raven jumping off her shoulder and onto the table): Do forgive us, Eldest Cousin; Sebastian was late because he was waiting for his father to go to sleep.

Sebastian (Sits in his chair): Yes, sorry.

Eliza (Waves her hand in a dismissive gesture): It's nothing.

Broken Truth: Oh, I forgot: Eliza is the Oldest of the Cousins, Followed by Kaleb, then Sebastian, and lastly is Diedre. Sorry for not explaining that...AHH! (Runs from the unkindness of ravens coming for me)

Sebastian (Opening his satchel and pulls out his journal): Where is Heisenberg? Shouldn't he be here by now?

[Just then - Kaleb Heisenberg comes in with his hat and his jacket over his shoulders.]

Kaleb: Hello, peasants! Your King has arrived! (Sits in his chair with a smirk)

Eliza (Eyebrow twitching): You may be the so-called leader and the strongest out of all of us but that doesn't make you a King, you metal-brained fool.

Sebastian (Nods): Praise Mother Miranda on that.

Kaleb (Stands up and points at them): You're just haters!

Eliza (Stands up and glaring at him): No, you're just an idiot!

Diedre & Sebastian (Watching them & thinks the same thing): 'They are just like aunt and uncle...'

Diedre (Clearing her throat): Can we please get to the purpose of this meeting? We've already wasted enough time and there is much to cover.

[The air got dense and the children of the 1st and 4th Lords silenced themselves and sat down. Kaleb removed his hat and glasses, showing the seriousness on his face, placing them both before him on the table before reaching into the inside of his jacket and pulled out his own journal.]

Kaleb: Who wants to go first?

Eliza: I'll start. (Opens her journal and gives her report) The rumors of multiple male deaths have reached the ears of my older sisters, thus the ears of my mother at Castle Dimitrescu. The problem is that Mother and my sisters ask me if I know anything about the murders, I deny knowing anything but mother gives me that look when she knows I'm hiding something. I think she's starting to suspect me of something.

Diedre: The same with me - I used mother's veil to masquerade as her, I took Angie along to. I found some rather...distasteful things that were being said about my mother; this is the day I was in the company of Eliza.

Kaleb (Looks at them): What's the damage report?

Diedre: There were 4 - the one male Eliza killed for disrespecting her mother, the one female whose body I broke to make an example of those who disrespect House Beneviento's Head, and the other two got away threatened but scarred for life, I'm sure.

Kaleb (Nods): Understood. (Looks at Sebastian) What about you, Sebastian?

Sebastian: I took on 2 casualties - both male. They spoke ill of my father and they paid the price for it.

Kaleb: Understood - I took one 3 but I haven't killed them, not yet; I'm currently using them to make a Lycan Serum that is stronger than my father's.

Sebastian: You mean My Father - He is the one who made the Lycan Serum and Uncle Heisenberg took it from him.

Kaleb: As wise as he is, Uncle Moreau was not a capable master for the lycans. He wouldn't know what to do with the Lycans; he couldn't even control them. I'm not speaking down on him, Sebastian, but even our parents have limits; you know this.

Sebastian (Opened his mouth to speak but closed it and nodded): Yes, I am aware of this.

Eliza: Speaking of the Lycans - did you send any to deal with the bodies at the disposal site?

Kaleb: Yes, I have a group of 5 there; the bodies should be taken care of in 3 days if they are hungry enough.

Diedre: There's also something I need to mention - Angie almost outed me to mother as to why I took her with me into town.

Sebastian: That could be a problem.

Kaleb: Indeed, Diedre, it would be best if you left Angie with Aunt Donna from now on - we can't risk our parents or even Mother Miranda knowing about this.

Diedre: Understood. It's with pleasure that I announce my project is ready. (Gestures at the raven)

Kaleb: A Fake Raven?

Diedre: Not just that. I was able to use a bit of my own power to create an unkindness of ravens that can keep an eye on things for us and let us know when there are those we need to be taken care of. With the cameras and microphones Kaleb supplied me with, we shall know if someone disrespects our parents without being there.

Eliza: Sound good - the most horrible things are said when they think they are safe.

Kaleb: Okay, this project is perfect for surveillance but try to keep any interactions with the ravens out of sight.

Diedre: Understood.

Kaleb: Now, onto other matters.

[The Cousins talked for a few hours until Sebastian and Kaleb decided to blow off some steam and began fighting in the training room with Eliza and Diedre watching from the sidelines.]

Eliza (Uncaring): Do you think they can ever get along?

Diedre (Unsure): Well...

Kaleb (Dodging Sebastian's punches): Is that all you've got, Moreau?! Are you sure you're worthy of the House Name?

Sebastian (Getting angrier and faster with his strikes): Shut it! Shut up!!!

Diedre: Let's just hope they get along...

[elopez7228]

Scenic route 20/47

Read on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/18268208/chapters/43229774 

Start over : https://elopez7228.tumblr.com/post/620919089893933056/scenic-route-0147

***

The conversation flowed amicably and Rey was quite relaxed by the time the Millenium Falcon reached the parking lot of the tourism office.

Maz left the car with one last affectionate pat for BB8, taking a moment to thank Rey for wishing her safe travels.

Inside the immense air-conditioned mass that was the tourism office, a 4-feet-wide digital clock showed the countdown until the next eruption of the geyser.

With nearly half an hour to spare, Rey took a walk through the gift shop. She briefly admired the keychains and postcards, before pausing in front of an item that left her quite perplexed. Bear spray?  What on earth was that?

The shopkeeper—who was appropriately decked out in green forest ranger attire—informed her that it was used by hikers to ward off bears in the unfortunate event of an encounter. An accessory that would surely save lives, given the population of grizzlies that roamed freely within the park.  

Rey bought one because she knew that only too well. The odds of her being attacked by a bear a second time in so few days were low, but she had learned not to underestimate her natural tendency to conjure bad luck out of nowhere.  

Her phone informed her it was almost show time, so she settled on one of the benches installed in a semi circle at a safe distance from the white crater of the geyser.

***

Syed felt like a punk in a playground. She had ended up in the middle a sea of tourists who were all wearing some hideous combination of sun hats, shorts, Hawaiian shirts, cameras, and—she shuddered—socks with sandals. She stuck out like a sore thumb against the pastel masses with her tall black-clad frame, her numerous piercings, and her menacing brass chains.

She cursed Kylo for sending her to hell, far from her friends, her audience, her guns... and him. She had taken multiple photographs of a very sloppily dressed Rey, who had taken the Millennium Falcon for a joyride. Now she was wondering who to send them to. Kylo? Or Hux? Or maybe Snoke?

Theoretically, she was doing this mission on behalf of Kylo Ren. But he had shown signs of weakness that in his interest, she had the duty to report further up the chain of command...his obsession for this little English brat was beyond comprehension.

He used the hunt for environmental activists as an excuse to justify his meddlesome romantic advances, but Syed was no fool. This girl was just a tourist. She wasn’t a secret agent of the Earth Soldiers. She was frolicking about with sunglasses and a cap glued to her skull, sipping some basic frappuccino, bothering bears, and taking selfies. It was improbable, and even impossible, that she was on a mission for an ecologist association that was making dooms-day preparations. She was too relaxed; obviously a woman on vacation, certainly not an agent on active duty.

Syed meanwhile, was always on the clock. It was a shame really, the amount of time had she wasted stalking that bitch.

She finally sent the photos to Armitage Hux. He was particularly pleased when he received an image of Kylo in the throes of passion with his plaything.  She didn’t know what he would do with it, but she knew from experience that when Kylo needed a guardrail, Armitage Hux was the man of the hour. He would simply do a little sleight of hand and suddenly the unruly punk would fall back in line.  

Everything would be back to normal...like nothing had ever happened.

As for Kylo Ren himself, knowing he needed a bone to chew on, she sent him hourly reports of his little protege, deliberately omitting any mention of the hitchhiker. It was really the only useful information of the day;  and she preferred to keep an ace up her sleeve in case he decided to be difficult.

The hitchhiker was nearing the Millennium Falcon again, and Syed went off to disappear into the crowd.

The little woman circled the car for a while, then sat down on the hood, with spectacular ease. She took off her hiking boots and massaged the soles of her feet. Syed rolled her eyes. For fuck’s sake, this old hag was probably less important an update than she had initially anticipated.

When Rey came back, the woman had come down from her perch and was waiting patiently next to the mirror. Rey frowned. People had to seriously stop their fascination with her car. What was that all about?

All her wonder at the sight of the geyser (the truly magnificent explosion of water and steam as high as a five-storey building), faded to give way to an anxiety that was alas, very familiar.

"You’re still here?” Her reaction was harsher than intended, spurred on by the unexpected intrusion.

"I was waiting for you, I hope you don’t mind," Maz replied innocently.  “I haven’t found another ride, may we continue some of this journey together?”

Rey regretted her initial inclemency. She reacted too intensely, to everything.  She took a breath to force herself to regain her composure. Maz was harmless, but it was easy to see why she was struggling to find a helping hand: the park was teaming with pretentious tourists who were reluctant to change their route or their agenda...and who were suspicious of pickpockets.  She had been one of them, after all.

Rey sighed, her shoulders sagging. “Okay, fine...but I’m warning you, I’m doing a tour of all the geological marvels out here.” She said with a smile.

“Fine with me,” Maz smiled in return. “Thank you very much. I promise you won’t even know I’m here.”

Rey swallowed a remark about Maz’s tiny stature, and gently pushed BB8 over to make space.

“It's funny,” Rey observed. “BB8 doesn’t seem at all disturbed by your presence.  She’s rather aggressive with strangers, usually.”

“What strangers?” Maz laughs, reaching out to stroke the dog.

"Oh, just one stranger in particular," Rey corrected with a wave of her hand. “It was impossible for him to approach, she would try to bite him.”

“Had they met before?”

“No, of course not. He would have told me if...” Rey’s voice caught in her throat.

Did Ben and BB8 have history?  It was unbelievable, and yet...he had immediately shown interest in her, seemingly out of nowhere, when they had joined him in the Jackson Hole Lodge parking. He even outright asked if BB was her dog.

It was a silly question to ask someone walking with a dog on a leash. Why would he need confirmation?

Now that she thought about it, he had asked the same strange question about the Millennium Falcon:

Is this your car?

Obviously, it was hers. It’s not like she was just playing Russian roulette out there, hoping to find a car she could force open in the middle of the parking garage. But it was strange that he tried to make sure.

That said, in his defense, perhaps it was simply because the Millennium Falcon was an infamous bastard of a car. Anyone would have been shocked at seeing a machine like this still in use! Who knows what went on in Ben’s head?

Her face had scrunched up into a worried expression, which did not escape Maz.

"Something bothering you?” She asked in a gentle voice, “maybe I can be of some help?”

"I don’t really know," said Rey, still pensive, as she slowly pulled out of the parking space, "I've experienced some rather unlikely things since I landed in Denver. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

"Start at the beginning," Maz replied encouragingly. “I've got plenty of time.”

That afternoon, Rey and Maz visited some of the most spectacular geological sites around the volcano: boiling springs that gave way to rainbows, geysers by the dozen, bubbling fumaroles ...they even crossed paths with animals that were once threatened in the wild—but were in total safety within the park’s verdant confines. They came upon placid bison, elk, and bald eagles. Thankfully, they saw neither bears nor wolves. These animals, however numerous, tended not to approach busy trails.

They spoke a lot.

Rey found in Maz an attentive third party, to whom she could open up without fear of judgment, and especially without fear of the rampant sexual tension present in her conversations with Ben. She knew he was attracted to her, he did nothing to hide it. But as a result, she continually wondered if the words he said were sincere, rather than a carefully prepared speech designed to charm her to his bed. He had almost managed to get there, in fact.  

In principle, there was no harm to that, she was a consenting adult. And she had to admit that she had savored every kiss, every touch...But her own ardor worried her. Had she flirted with Ben Solo because she wanted him, or because she needed to be reassured, to be held, after what Finn had done to her?

She had to put her heart back in place, heal her wounds, find her inner peace.  Only then would she consider Ben Solo.

"You do not want to make him your consolation prize," Maz hummed sagely.  “That is rather commendable.”

“I don’t think he cares either way. I mean, we are both consenting adults, but I don’t want to be a trophy...be just another notch in his bedpost.”

"You should talk to him...is it possible you’re mistaken about his intentions towards you?”

Rey narrowed her eyes. “Yes, we need to talk ...” about more than you know.

Maz was from Florida. She was bored of her apartment which sat at one end of the land, and thus decided one morning to go on foot to the other end. She had plenty of time, and improvised her itinerary at random. She had a host of tales to tell about backpacking trips to Central Asia or South America, often far from cities and crowds, and Rey began to wonder how old she really was.

It was impossible to say: her face was both smooth and furrowed, her eyes constantly hidden behind huge triple-focus glasses. Her hands were small but her fingers were long and bony. Despite her diminutive appearance, she seemed to burst with energy, and possessed an exceptional amount of savoir faire.  

Yellowstone?  She knew every corner of the place. Alaska?  She knew which roads to use in which season. London?  She had lived there twice in her youth. The Millenium Falcon? She had once owned a car of the same make and model. BB8?  Canine behavior was no mystery to her.

What a strange old woman, Rey pondered, finally glad to have good company.

Black Sand Basin, Geyser Basin, Great Fountain Geyser, Lower Geyser Basin...The park's attractions were like cat nip to tourists, including Rey and Maz.  It was hard to blame people for coming all the way to Yellowstone form the corners of the globe.

Evening was falling. The day had been exhausting, the traffic was atrocious, and the heat was stifling.

Rey went to the Madison Village campground in the park to reserve a place for the night.

Everything was complete.

Finally able to stop panicking, she was content to sleep in her car in the campground parking. Simple as that.

But what about Maz?

Leaving the campsite's bungalow, she returned to her car. The little woman was standing there, her bag hoisted on her shoulders.

"I’m all done for today," Rey explained, “I'm going to sleep in the car, they told me it was okay as long as I paid parking fees. How about you?”

She gestured awkwardly at the  car. “Do you want the back seat?  BB8 can come sleep with me...?”

Maz smiled to assuage her fears. “Don’t worry, young lady. I'm used to sleeping under the stars.”

"Right here?! With the bears and everything—“ Rey was incredulous.

“Don’t fret. I’ll take care of myself, you take care of yourself and BB8.”

Rey looked away as the sound of tinkling bracelets faded into the distance. Better not think about it, the last thing she need was an extra dose of anxiety. And besides, she was hungry.

The vending machine at the campsite procured a packet of chips, a flavorless coffee, and a Snickers bar. Dejectedly, she looked down at her meal. It was the food pyramid of sadness.

She wanted fresh vegetables and a hot plate...she would have to plan better tomorrow. These snacks were barely what she considered food.

What was Finn doing now?  She couldn’t help but wonder.

He was probably still on the respirator; if there had been any improvement in his condition, Poe would have called her.

What was Ben Solo doing?

That was easy, he was about to give a concert. Rey pulled out her phone. Should she call him or send him a message?  She opted for a message.

Good luck with the concert tonight!  Not too nervous I hope?  

An answer arrived immediately. He wasn’t on stage yet.

Thanks for the good vibes! But I wish you were here in the room.

[hoodoo12]

Patience head canons

A few things came to me regarding my favorite of @dorklyevil‘s Virtue Ricks: Patience. I combined them with my favorite writing challenge, which is a list of random words you need to use in a sentence. I’m tagging @porkchop-ao3 too because she is stellar at brainstorming.

Be forewarned that these aren’t worth much. Some do have further explanations, and need further exploration. Some are dumb. Some are nothing. But character building is like that . . .

SFW. Patience Rick/reader. Snippets of thoughts, which means not everything is explicitly explained (although if you’re curious, please ask!).

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Veganism “A double cheeseburger, please.”

You did a double-take, which he took in stride.

“You eat meat?”

“Yes. Is that a problem? Are you a vegan?”

“No, no--I thought you were!”

Patience shook his head. “No. I like steak and char sui bao and cedar-grilled salmon. I’m not a vegan. Never have been.”

You filed that away under things that surprised you about him.

Stuttering “Most Ricks,” he explained quietly, “allow their minds to shatter with thought, speeding in a hundred different directions all at the same time. I, however, try to focus and be more deliberate, which is why I rarely stutter or trip over my words. Not that it can’t happen, to be sure, in the heat of a moment . . .”

What does he wear under those robes? You laughed in surprised delight one night, early in your relationship, when you discovered Patience wearing nothing under his yukata. You made a joke about him “being ready for action!” and didn’t think anything more about it because other, more physical things demanded your attention.

It wasn’t until the next time, and the time after that, and again, that you realized he routinely didn’t wear undergarments.

He laughed at your shocked reaction to this revelation.

Scar “Are you ever going to tell me what happened? How you got that scar?”

Patience smiled down at you. “Maybe someday . . .” he teased.

“Come on!” you needled and he laughed, then said,

“You should’ve seen the other guy.”

Your insistent teasing faltered as the meaning of his answer seeped into your comprehension. He sounded like he was joking, what he said was what guys typically said, but you couldn’t help but ask, “You . . . you got it fighting?”

“Finishing a fight,” he corrected.

You tried to wrap your head around this information. This was Patience. He was calm and composed and more likely to wait until the oceans dried up before resorting to physical violence--

He lifted an eyebrow at the expression on your face. “That surprises you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it does!”

“Just because I strive to live life slowly doesn’t mean that everyone else is kind and gentle with me, or that I am incapable of defending myself. Or . . .”

He paused and his brow furrowed. His hand went to the very scar you were talking about; the one that when it happened must have split open his forehead and left him blinded by the blood that poured from it. More quietly, more ruefully, he added,

“It doesn’t mean I haven’t made mistakes or gone against my nature. Or that I’ve always been as you see me now.”

It was still difficult for you to fit this information into the puzzle of his life. He saw your continued confusion and gave you a smile. “Is it so odd that occasionally we aren’t ourselves? Wrath’s volatile nature has been tempered somewhat, when he is accompanied by Kindness. No one thinks that is a bad thing. My only fault is that my lapse . . . ended like this.”

He briefly touched his scar again. His smile was melancholy, you realized, because what he called his ‘misstep’ would be considered a grievous mistake, while Wrath’s would be lauded.

Tea “I drink all flavors tea. Black, green, oolong, white, pu-erh. I like kombucha as well. There is a delightful milk oolong that I purchase sometimes, and a cream Earl Grey that is a special treat. I will also occasionally imbibe with what they call herbal teas--”

Boring “--which are not technically teas at all! They should more correctly be called tisanes. Only one plant, Camelia sinesis, produces all the aforementioned flavors of tea; what differs and creates the varying flavors is the processing after the tea leaf is harvested. Black is the most heavily oxidized. White teas are the least, and everything else is in between. To get the highly prized bright green color and intense flavor of matcha, the leaves are shaded so their chorophyll is concentrated, and once collected and dried, they are ground to a powder. Gyokuro are those same leaves, unground, and they are delicious to eat, after the tea they’ve made has been consumed.

“Regarding the herbal tisanes, most any plant can be used, but depending on which part of the plant--leaves versus roots, for example--perhaps an infusion would be a better descriptor for the process. I am partial to a chamomile tisane sweetened with lavender honey before I retire for the evening. Herbals don’t have the caffeine like tea does, and yerba mate is an excellent choice if you wish to avoid the stimulant.

“I have several books on the subject and have taken classes with fellow tea aficionados. I also have a wide variety of loose leaf teas; would you like to try them? I can set up a tasting and explain each one, including the process by which it is made, the correct temperature at which the water should be to brew it correctly . . . I could even set up different types of the same tea--green, for example, and we could explore Japanese versus Chinese, single estate versus something more commercially produced.

“And did you know that some teas are better after their second or third brewing? There is a specific oolong that is best brewed five or six times! There is so much to explore regarding teas and tisanes and I could go on for a very long time about it--”

Feet Patience’s feet weren’t ticklish. He rarely wore shoes, and his soles were calloused and less sensitive than someone who did. Even through the streets of the Citadel, he went barefoot.

“I would rather walk,” he replied with a shrug, when you suggested a portal gun would get the two of you to your destination more quickly. “Portalling is convenient, but then we miss out on so much along the way.”

Fog It made you nervous, so you clutched at his hand and tried to match his long strides. He, sensing your unease, slowed his steps for you. He also shook his hand out of your grip and slipped his arm around your waist. You’d have a hard time explaining your fear, walking in this fog--you’d be loathe to admit it was because you had played too many survival horror video games!--but luckily, he simply understood and didn’t question it or mock you.

Believe “Believe me, he would put my vow to the test ,” Patience chuckled quietly, with a nod to the Wrath, who was simultaneously ranting about something and brushing Kindness’s locks. “‘Ness has some special power, I think.”

Tradition “I may prefer to wear a yukata or kimono, and it may be tradition, but I am not wearing a fundoshi!”

Snow “Look at the snow! It’s really coming down out there.”

“It’s up to your knees out there . . .”

“I guess I should start getting home.”

“Baby, it’s cold outside . . .”

“ . . . you do know those aren’t the lyrics to that song, right?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Maybe just a half a drink more?”

You snorted your laughter at him as you nodded your head.

Adorable He had several thousand hair ties. On very rare occasions he wore one with a tiny bell attached to it, which you found ridiculously adorable.

Pattern “Walk with me?” he asked, so you did.

It was a winding path, with sharp cut backs and turns. It looped around and around on itself; if you closed your eyes and let him lead you by holding your hand, you grew dizzy. Sometimes he made an observation, sometimes you did. At one point it felt right to go up on your tiptoes and walk with your arms stretched outward, like you were balancing on a tightrope.

There were no walls on this path. It was marked by bricks in the ground, and at the very center of it was a small bench. Anyone who didn’t know the path was there would have thought you looked like fools traipsing back and forth, instead of just walking to the bench and sitting down.

But labyrinths were made with twists and turns in a very specific pattern, Patience explained as he sat next to you. They lead into a center, and then back out again. They were a mediation tool, and he hoped you liked it.

Sun You’d walked a labyrinth with him, and let the sun warm you gently while he continued to explain, “Mazes are for getting lost. Labyrinths are for finding.”

Red Patience had several, and of course he had some that he preferred over others, but your favorite yukata that he owned was monochromatic in red, with a very subtle dragon and phoenix motif woven into it.

White His robes may have been different colors, but his belt was always white.

Watch “You never wear a watch.”

“And you always do,” he countered.

Walk Your paces were different—yours brisk and businesslike, his deliberate by habit—but eventually walking together felt natural.

Run “—go!  Put your head down and just go!” The deadly serious tone in Patience’s voice scared you more than anything yet tonight, until you looked in his face and saw the same severe, alarming expression there too.  It was a look more at home on Wrath’s face, not Patience’s.  He grabbed your upper arms in a grip that was so tight it pinched and gave you a push.  “Run!  Don’t stop, don’t look back—just run!”

Formal The fact that Patience kept a formal, neatly attended miniature Zen garden in his room did not surprise you.

Short Patience was tall and you were short, but the height difference never seemed to be a concern or a hindrance.

Horizon Habitually he was up before the dawn, and habitually you wanted to sleep late. But occasionally, Patience would gather you up—swaddled in blankets and all—and carry you out to the porch steps so you could watch the sun creep above the horizon together.

War Those who knew him bought him books on feudal Japan and war; those who really knew him bought him books on Japanese art.

Sarcasm He didn’t use it often—he thought it was rude and he should be above it—but when Patience resorted to sarcasm, it was worth it.

Speed “Nope, never tried anything—not pot or speed or coke.”

Coffee You never saw him drink it, although it didn’t surprise you he had the talent for making some of the best French press coffee you’d ever had.

Oil A sharp, astringent odor assaulted your nose. It took a second, but when you untangled your fingers from his and raised your hand to your face, the smell wafted more strongly to you.

Patience saw the disgusted and perplexed expression on your face and he immediately got up and left the room to go to the kitchen. Over the sounds of running of water in the sink and hands being scrubbed he called out an apology.

“I’m sorry, dearest. I neglected to wash my hands of the gun oil.”

You had gotten up to follow him, to wash your hands too, but stopped short at his explanation. Gun oil? Gun oil? You knew what it was, but couldn’t make it stick anywhere with anything; those two words and Patience didn’t match. Your heart was suddenly in your throat, and you were chilled out of the blue by a cold spike of fear.

Hands His fingers were long. He kept his nails neatly trimmed, and his fingertips were very lightly calloused. He had a faded scar at the base of the third finger on his left hand. The mark was very small, running perpendicular to his digit. He never told you what it was from, but your suspicion was it made by a ring that had cut him when it had been pushed too far back on his finger. He didn’t wear a ring now, and you weren’t sure how to ask about it. So you didn’t, but you wondered a lot.

Laugh Patience’s laugh was full and deep, and unlike some men, he wasn’t shy about it.

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Contrition: Chapter 1

Pairing: Chase Collins x Female!Witch!Reader Summary: As a Hedge Witch, you usually keep to yourself, performing odd jobs here and there for superstitious (and wealthy) people to exercise demons or expel ghosts or whatever. Sometimes this means just reading out of your book for a half an hour to give the customer peace of mind. Other times it means accidentally materializing a murderous warlock back into the physical plane. Warnings: Swearing (always), mentions of murder and death, struggles with addiction Word Count: ~5,122 A/N: AU where the events of The Covenant happened in 2011. Series is already completely written, so I’ll be releasing chapter at set intervals (One chapter every 3 days, so the next will be out the 18th at 4 pm EST and so on).

Masterlist // Next Chapter

You hated Ipswich. Hated the Sons of Ipswich and the way they used magic. The town was boring, but the people were superstitious (dating all the way back to the age of witch hunts), which meant you’d get jobs there on occasion.

So when you got a job from someone complaining about an old, haunted farmhouse, you groaned. It was more than likely one of the Sons playing pranks on the unsuspecting, naive townsfolk, but money was money so you packed up your tomes and reagents and drove partway across the country.

On the off chance it was an actual haunting, you brought salt, iron, and enough herbs for a bevvy of smudge sticks.

The drive wasn’t particularly intriguing and you went through at least ten CDs on the trip (you cursed being in the middle of nowhere where not even radio signals could reach). Your GPS crapped out the closer you got to the town until you eventually had to start actually reading street signs.

“Stupid-fucking-middle-of-nowhere-hick-town,” you muttered bitterly.

You were so focused on trying to find the road you needed that you nearly drove straight into a man who was crossing the street.

Well, “man” was perhaps a bit too generous. He couldn’t be older than thirty and was one of the damn SOIs.

You had half a mind to plow through him just to make him use magic, but slammed your foot on the break at the last second. You glared at him as he walked over to the driver’s side window, nearly retching at the smell of degenerative magic wafting off him.

“The hell do you want, SOI?” you asked, having half a mind to just drive away.

He frowned down at you, confusion lining his features. His dark brown eyes scanned the inside of your car and you had half a mind to hex him just for that. “You almost ran me over with your car and now you’re calling me a bean plant?” he asked, swagger making you want to punch him in his stupid face.

“S.O.I.,” you said with barely-contained annoyance. “Son of Ipswich.”

His face darkened as he stared down at you, posture suddenly tense. “I know we’re kinda well-known around here, but how could you tell I’m a Son of Ipswich from just a glance?” he asked, smile tight.

You rolled your eyes. “Please, I could smell your consuming magic from miles away.”

He stood straighter and your hairs stood on end as he gathered his powers, preparing to fight you, but you were already waving him away.

“I ain’t here for you, SOI. I’m not here to cause trouble. Just got called for a job,” you said disinterestedly. “You gonna leave the me hell alone or are we gonna have a problem?”

He stared at you for a moment longer before relaxing ever so slightly. “I’m going to tell the others about you. Don’t be surprised if one of them drops in on you later.”

You glared up at him, hand reaching for one of your wards, just in case. “If one of you ruins my cleansing we’re gonna have issues.”

He smirked at that. “I get it now. You’re a hedge witch.”

You bristled at his tone. How dare he, with his necrotic, draining magic, judge you? You’d live ten of his lifetimes, existing more nobly than he ever could.

You bit back a plethora of curses and instead smiled in a manner you hoped was disarming. “I’m going to say this once, and only once: Leave me to my own devices while I’m in Ipswich and we won’t have any issues. Cross me while I’m working and you’ll live to regret it.”

He seemed to regard you for a moment before extending his hand. You flinched away from it, hand tightening on your ward, before you realized he meant to shake your hand.

“The name’s Caleb Danvers,” he said when you still hadn’t moved to take his hand.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I know that name. You ascended a few years ago. Blasted the Fifth into oblivion.”

He looked suddenly sheepish and perhaps a bit nervous, which was odd for a man of his stature and power. “Yeah, that’s me. Nice to know my reputation precedes me.”

You leaned back into your seat, unimpressed, flat stare boring holes through his skull.

He sighed. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. It was wrong of me to test you like that. I could tell you were different but I couldn’t tell how. Let me make it up to you by making sure Pogue, Reid, and Tyler stay out of your hair while you’re in town?” he asked, all toothy smiles.

You scoffed. “Nah, let em bother me. I’ll send ‘em back as toads, just to amuse myself,” you said, perhaps a bit too spitefully.

Caleb let out a deep sigh. “I can tell I’m not going to win you over. Just... good luck with whatever you’re doing, alright?”

You glared at him. “I don’t need luck, Son of Ipswich. Keep it, because you need it more than I ever will.”

And without saying another word to him you shifted your car into gear and resumed your search.

A barn. Your client- a frazzled middle aged woman whose name you couldn’t be fucked to remember- wanted you to cleanse a barn. She’d apparently bought the land recently and while she was trying to clean up the barn, a few strange occurrences had her questioning her sanity. Scared, confused, and superstitious, her search for someone who could remedy the supernatural led her to you.

She refused to go anywhere near the property until you were done so you made the trip down the pothole ridden one-lane dirt road in your Jeep by yourself.

The barn was really more of an open field where a barn had once stood. A few support beams still existed, but it was clear from a glance a fire had destroyed most of the original building. You had to watch your footing as you clambered through the tall grass with books and reagents in-hand, as old farm tools (some of which still looked dangerously sharp) were strewn about.

As soon as you got close, an uneasy feeling settled at the base of your spine, which immediately made you pay more attention to your surroundings. You’d learned long ago to listen to your senses, and right now they were telling you there was something dangerous nearby.

It seemed the lady wasn’t completely paranoid, after all. You’d have to work for your paycheck today.

You set your tomes down and grabbed the small white-wood bowl that was black on the inside from previous smudge sticks. You pulled a smudge stick from your coat pocket and lit it with a snap of your fingers.

You walked forward, waving it slowly, expecting some of the negative energy to dissipate, but it only seemed to get stronger the closer you got to what used to be the center of the barn.

It was almost suffocating, the negative energy swirling in the area. You’d been doing this a long time (much longer than someone would guess based on your appearance) and you’d never felt anything like this before.

You backed away slowly, realizing you’d have to bring out the big guns for this one. The smell made your nose scrunch up; rotting flesh not unlike that which you recognized from only the angriest, most violent spirits. It was better to be safe than sorry with cases like this.

You grabbed your tome, salt, and crystals from the spot a few yards/meters away and returned to the spot you’d left the smudge stick at. Once you found a space you were sure wasn’t full of sharp objects that’d puncture your ass, you took a seat. After pouring a small, neat salt circle you grabbed two more smudge sticks and levitated them short distances away to opposite sides of the barn. Even that didn’t do much to staunch the negative energy that seemed to be pouring out of the very air around you. You had an iron dagger by your side, ready to grab it at a moment’s notice if need be.

The tome’s pages creaked gently as you opened it and flipped to the page for cleansing spirits. The incantation was a long and powerful one, designed to rid an area of even the strongest spirit. Normally it’d be performed by a coven, but you were a Hedge Witch. You worked alone. In the space In Between.

Knowing you’d be at it for the better part of an hour, you grimaced and wiggled a bit, trying in vain to get just a little bit more comfortable. Realizing it was a fool’s errand, you began reading.

An hour. You read for an entire hour. Did the whole thing twice and still the foul energy permeated the area.

“That was interesting.”

You nearly jumped a foot in the air as you spun around, trying to see the person who’d just spoken.

No one was there.

You turned as you stood slowly, pivoting to look in every direction. Something had definitely spoken, but spirits were never that clear; you sensed their feelings and intent rather than hearing their words.

Suddenly, a fresh wave of the energy rolled over you and you fought the urge to gag.

You knew that smell.

You’d smelled it earlier today.

“Son of Ipswich,” you hissed, drawing your dagger.

“So you know what I am,” the voice said. It was loud, as though the speaker was right behind you, but when you turned there was nothing there. Again.

“Show yourself, coward,” you spat. “I have no time for your games. Which one are you? Caleb? Pogue? Tyler? Reid?” you asked, turning slowly on the spot. Your other hand slowly reached into your pocket, reaching for your warding crystal. If you could just see the bastard, then-

“Ha!” the voice laughed, though it sounded hateful rather than amused. “I’m not one of those losers.”

You spun, though you knew what you’d see: nothing. “Bullshit!” you swore, glaring at the air around you. “I know a Son of Ipswich when I smell one. I’d know that rotting stench anywhere. Now show yourself before I blow the whole area to hell.”

“Can’t do that, hot stuff. Whatever you did seriously messed with the In Between, but I can’t even make myself corporeal on the physical plane. Hell, I haven’t been able to see the physical plane in... what year is it?” the voice asked, suddenly sounding almost innocently curious. For the life of you, you couldn’t pinpoint where the voice was coming from.

Your best option was to keep him talking until you discovered his hiding spot. You weren’t buying his crap for a second. “2018,” you told him.

But he didn’t respond. You knew he was still there- his foul stench was still stinking the place up- but he’d stopped talking.

Finally, “Six years,” the voice breathed, sounding distraught.

You froze, mind slamming into overdrive. Six years. Son of Ipswich.

“Chase? Chase Collins?” you whispered, hoping to hell you were being punked or something.

“How do you know that name?” he asked, sounding wary now.

You stood there, dumbstruck. “Everyone in the magical community knows the story. Chase Goodwin Pope, the missing son of Ipswich. Addicted to his powers, he tried to forcibly take the powers of the other Sons of Ipswich. Killed his adoptive parents and an innocent schoolmate to hide his secret,” you said, facts rolling off your tongue without you having to think about them. This was bad. This was very, very bad. You’d weakened the In Between in the area by performing your cleansing, letting Chase, who’d been banished from the world by Caleb, once again see the physical realm.

Chase growled his anger. “Now you’re the one spouting bullshit. You don’t know anything about me,” he spat. The energy around you came to a crescendo and you fought back the urge to heave the contents of your stomach up on the spot.

He was stronger than any spirit would be and he’d be trapped In Between for eternity if you didn’t do something. People would get hurt. He’d drive people insane and his ability to traverse the In Between would only grow the longer you left him.

“Fine. Then tell me about it. Face to face,” you said, steeling yourself as you took a deep breath through your mouth.

He barked out a short, bitter laugh. “Are you mocking me now, little witch? You think I’d still be trapped in this hell if I had the power to free myself?”

You glared at the space in front of you. “I can get you out.”

He sounded surprised and dubious when he spoke next. “And why would you do that?”

You frowned. “’Cause you’re too dangerous to normal humans in there,” you said. Then, your lips tilted up into a challenging smirk. “Plus, I can’t kill you proper unless you’re in the physical realm.”

Chase’s laugh was loud and amused. “You think you can kill me, Hedge Witch?” he asked. It was clear from his tone what he thought the chances of that were.

You crossed your arms and shrugged. “Well, if you’re so sure that I can’t kill you then what’ve you got to lose? You get to walk free in the physical realm and kill an insolent Hedge Witch as a bonus.”

Chase took a moment to respond, but he sounded just as cocky and self-assured as ever. “Do the spell, Hedge Witch.”

You smirked. “I knew you’d come around. You need to perform the same spell from your side too. I take it you can see my spellbook?” you asked, nodding down the book in question.

“Yeah, it was the first thing I saw when the world started forming around me... besides your ugly mug, of course.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. Sit across the book from me. I have it memorized so I’ll let you read off of it,” you ordered as you sat back down on your well worn spot. You felt the energy shift around you as he moved in the In Between.

When he spoke again, he sounded like he was only a foot or so in front of you. “Let’s get this over with, then. I haven’t casted in six years and I miss the feeling,” he said.

You glowered at the space in front of you, but nodded. “Yeah, the sooner this is over the better.”

“It didn’t work,” Chase bitched, still as invisible as ever.

You smirked, fighting back a laugh. “Yeah, it did.” You winced as you felt a strong wave of energy flow through you.

“Well your head’s still attached to your shoulders so I’m gonna have to say no, no it didn’t,” he argued.

“That’s because that wasn’t the spell to get you into the physical realm,” you said, barely holding back a shit-eating grin.

There was a pause, then he spoke, deadly calm, “What the fuck did you do?”

“Where are you, exactly? In relation to me?” you asked, reaching into your pocket to pull out a thin cyan crystal.

“About two feet in front of you and a little to your left,” Chase said bitterly. “Now are you going to tell me what that shit was for, or-”

His words died in his throat as you crushed the crystal in your hand. Cyan smoke enveloped the area around you and you quickly stepped back, waving the smoke away as Chase Collins slowly materialized.

He was looking down at his hands as though he could barely believe it. He lifted a shoe and then placed it back down on the ground uncertainly, grinning when it hit the ground. He even did a little hop which would have been cute if he wasn’t a damn murdering psychopath.

He looked up at you and you forgot to breathe for a moment as those clear blue-grey eyes zeroed in on you. No wonder Caleb and the other Sons had been so quick to trust him. With a face like that, who wouldn’t?

“Thank you, little Hedge Witch. But I’ll be going now,” he said, grinning viciously as he stuck a hand out, likely to send a bone-crushing concussive blast your way.

You smiled blandly as exactly nothing happened.

The smile slowly slipped off his face and he looked down at his hand like he didn’t recognize it. His gaze snapped back up to you and he thrust his hand out again, but, once more, nothing happened.

He stared at you with rapidly growing horror. “What did you do?”

You smirked at him like a cat that caught the canary. “We sealed away your powers,” you said with probably more satisfaction than was necessary.

Chase looked at you, horrified. “That’s the spell we performed? You took away my powers? That shouldn’t even be possible! I should be dead!” he said, sounding both scared and angry.

You rolled your eyes and began gathering up your things. “Yeah, well, there are plenty of things you SOIs don’t know because you think you’re too good for certain magics.”

He was advancing on you menacingly, closing the distance between you in only a few long strides. “I don’t need magic to kill you, you fucking bi-”

You looked up just in time to watch him get blown backward the second he tried to touch you. He flew at least fifteen feet through the air and landed in a heap in the tall grass.

“Oh yeah, did I forget to tell you you can’t touch me without my permission?” you asked with a smirk.

“Fuck you!” Chase yelled back, sounding more than a little winded.

You tucked your tome under your arm and grabbed the last little bits of crystals and other paraphernalia that had come out of your bags and pockets during the excitement.

“Come on, then,” you called to him, turning your back on him to walk back towards your Jeep.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, you crazy fucking Hedge Witch!” he yelled. From the sound of it he was on his feet again and walking towards you.

“Then you can stay here and wait for the other Sons to find you, powerless and alone,” you countered, not bothering to turn around when you felt your wards catch an object he’d flung at the back of your head. You heard something heavy and metallic fall to the ground a second later, followed by a muttered curse.

“Your choice, Goodwin-Pope-Collins, but choose fast. I got places to be and I’m not coming back,” you said, as you placed your tools carefully into the back seat of your car.

You weren’t too surprised when you heard the passenger-side door opening as you slid into the driver’s seat.

You glanced over at Chase who, if looks could kill, would have murdered you ten times over. “Good choice,” you said with a smile as you turned the Jeep on and did a U-turn in the grass and headed back towards town.

One glamour crystal and a thousand dollars later you were on the highway, Ipswich a distant speck in your rear view mirror.

“So you’re a con artist,” Chase said from his spot in the passenger seat, staring at you with as much judgement as he could muster.

You smirked. “Sometimes, yeah. Sometimes I do real work... but when there isn’t I like to think of it as being paid to give people peace of mind,” you explained.

“A thousand bucks is a lot of money for peace of mind,” Chase said, obviously annoyed. “Where are you taking me?” he asked suddenly, turning those sharp steel blue eyes on you.

You shrugged lazily as you sped down the nearly-empty highway. “Dunno yet. Not so sure I should let you outta my sight. Something tells me you’re dangerous even without your powers.”

He didn’t respond to that, instead changing tactics. “What did you do with my powers?”

“Sealed ‘em,” you said as you turned up the stereo, attempting to tune him out.

He growled in frustration and turned the volume down to almost nothing. “What does that even mean?” he asked angrily.

You glared at him, but returned your eyes back to the road after a second. “Exactly what it sounds like. I sealed your powers away so you can’t use ‘em. They’re still part of you which is why you’re not six feet under right now, but you can’t access ‘em,” you explained.

“How did you get me out of the astral realm?” he asked, obviously trying to catch you unawares.

“I’m a Hedge Witch, idiot. The In Between is a place I know intimately even if I don’t frequent it myself. Getting you out was easier than banishing a restless spirit,” you snarked.

He stared at you flatly for a second or two. “I hate you,” he deadpanned.

You nearly laughed at that and a mirthless smile worked its way onto your face. “Feeling’s mutual, pal.”

By the time you pulled into the driveway of your home, Chase had grown tired of grilling you for information. You were sure he wasn’t done, but he at least had the decency to pause long enough to eat and sleep.

“Wake up, fucker,” you said, throwing a used napkin at his face.

He jolted awake instantly and grabbed sleepily at the napkin, finally looking up and glaring at you when it made an audible squishing noise in his hand. “Where are we?” he asked tersely as he peered up through the windshield at your little one-floor country house with unmistakable disdain. There wasn’t another house around for over a mile.

“My home,” you said with a smirk as you opened the door to your car and hopped down onto the pavement. You heard the passenger door open and close and a second later Chase was as close as he could be to you without being blasted away by your wards while you gathered your items up from the back seat.

“And why the hell did you bring me here?” he spat.

You carefully juggled your things in your hands and used your hip to shut the door, giving him a dirty look when he didn’t move to help you at all. “Because you’re dangerous and I can’t in good conscience let you out into the world,” you said as you trundled over to your front door, thankful you’d had the foresight to have your keys in your hands before you got to the door.

“And what’s to stop me from just leaving?” he asked, barely two feet away.

“Nothing, really, but you won’t,” you said as you unlocked the door and practically fell through the doorway in an attempt to keep everything from tumbling to the ground.

You could feel him glaring holes through the back of your skull as you placed your things down in the entryway (putting them away was a problem for a later date- you were dead on your feet). “Because you’re the only way I can get my powers back,” he guessed shrewdly.

You turned to look at him, hand on your cocked hip. “Ooh, I guess there’s something in that noggin after all,” you said, giving him a pat on the head before he could flinch away. His hair was silky soft, which you hadn’t been expecting. When he wasn’t blasted back into the front door he looked at you incredulously for a moment before a wicked grin crept onto his face, but you dashed his hopes before he tried something stupid. “Nah ah, don’t even think about it. The wards are still in place. I can touch you if I want, but you can’t touch me unless I let you.”

He groaned and ran a hand over his face. “So I’m stuck with you until I can figure out how to get my powers back. Fan-fucking-tastic.”

You rolled your eyes and walked to the kitchen. “You’re not getting your powers back,” you said, rifling through the pantry for something remotely edible. You really should clean it out more often, but that was so much work and the fungus was sometimes useful for potions.

“Says you,” Chase said defiantly as he trailed after you like the world’s angriest, murderiest puppy.

You whirled on him, his attitude finally getting the better of your patience. “Look you stupid, arrogant, high-chasing witch boy,” you spat, poking him so hard in the chest that he almost lost his balance. “Your powers eat away at your life force. They’re addictive and sanity-inducing. They corrupt anything and everything around them but you dense motherfuckers never seem to realize that! You use and use and use until you’re wrinkled and decrepit at forty! Even Sons who grow up knowing about their powers don’t always have the ability to stop themselves from using! You didn’t have that. You grew up using more than any of the other four Sons combined, not knowing what it’d mean the moment you hit eighteen. You deluded yourself into thinking you could extend your life if you took the other Sons’ powers- their very lives-, but that’s not how it works! Don’t you see, you absolute fucking dimwit? I did you a fucking favor by sealing your powers. You’ll be able to see your twentieth damn birthday! You can have a life!” you yelled, having gotten louder and louder the longer you spoke without realizing it.

Chase looked murderous as he loomed over you. “And I didn’t ask for that! I didn’t want this you pretentious bitch! I need my magic! It’s a part of me and it’s not your right to take that away from me!” he screamed, face beginning to turn red from anger.

You took a deep, calming breath and stared him dead in the eyes. “If you’re trying to convince me that you’re in control of your decisions, you’re doing a poor job.”

Chase lunged for you with a barely human snarl, nearly causing you to flinch, but he was readily repelled backwards by your wards. He landed in the kitchen in a heap, scattering pots, pans, and spices everywhere.

He let out a string of curses that would have made the devil himself blush and stood as though he’d merely been sitting down on the floor and not been blown fifteen feet into a solid countertop.

You watched calmly as he reached for anything and everything. Dishes and glassware were dashed upon the tiled floor. Silverware was thrown through your windows. Food was flung across all the surfaces. He didn’t try throwing anything at you, instead focusing on destroying anything he could see. Cupboards were ripped from their hinges and used to dent the sides of the refrigerator and oven. The glass top of the stove survived the assault of the cupboard drawer only to be shattered into a spiderweb pattern by the electric mixer.

He didn’t stop, even when not a single thing in your kitchen remained whole. Instead he moved to the living room and you watched quietly as he began destroying everything there, too.

By the time he was done, the stuffing from your couch and pillows made the room look almost festive, as though it had snowed indoors. All of your cluttered knick-knacks were in pieces on the floor and each and every window was shattered, ensuring the living room was now drafty.

When he began walking down the hall, though, you narrowed your eyes, patience once again wearing thin. He was sick, but even your kindness had its limits.

He reached out for the door handle on the right and you moved quick as lightning, tossing a deep blue crystal at him, which shattered on impact with his arm and enveloped him in a thick, stifling fog.

You watched as he slumped slowly then eventually passed out on his feet and fell to the floor with an almighty thud.

You sighed as you walked over to him and nudged him with your foot. Out like a light.

When asleep, he looked almost cute. Innocent, peaceful. Not like a man capable of destroying half of your possessions in a fit of rage.

You grumbled your annoyance as you hefted him onto and over your shoulder.

The walk to the spare room was a little less than graceful (Chase wasn’t exactly small and you could tell just from this simple contact that he was very, very fit). You ended up dropping him accidentally when you tried to open the door and only just barely managed to stop him from landing on his neck with a last minute hover spell.

You opened the door and carefully pushed him into the room, doing your best to avoid running him into errant table or chair legs. One slight struggle of lifting him into the bed later and your mission was accomplished. You huffed in satisfaction and exhaustion in equal measure as you ran a hand through your hair. You glanced down at him and your breath caught in your throat. The warm evening sun streamed in through the windows, alighting the particles that danced in the air around you before finally landing on Chase’s sleeping form. You found yourself perching on the edge of the bed without thinking about it, hand outstretched towards him. His hair, which normally stood up thanks to some sort of hair product, had fallen onto his forehead and you brushed it aside with the lightest of touches.

He was gorgeous. Intelligent. Driven.

And so, so tragic.

With a sigh you tore your eyes from his sleeping form and left the room, leaving the door unlocked so he wouldn’t tear a hole through the wall to the outside world or something when he woke up.

You went to your room- the first door on the right- and collapsed onto your bed with a pathetic groan. What had you been thinking? Taking a Son of Ipswich with you, and the most insane one at that? Surely you’d sustained brain damage in your years on this green earth.

No, helping things is what you did, whether it be an under-watered plant, a bird with a broken wing, or a half-insane magic-addicted warlock.

You set the alarm on your phone to go off relatively early in the morning, though you had a feeling you’d be woken up by your house guest long before then, and buried your face into your pillow, not even bothering to remove your clothes.

“It’s gonna be a long, long few months...” you grunted to no one in particular. Your bedroom kept its impartial silence and you sighed once more before sleep took you.

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5 times Stiles took care of Derek’s injuries and 1 time he didn’t have to

1.

It's ridiculous how often Derek gets hurt. And it's also very sad.

He's always jumping in front of bullets and going to fight vampires without telling anyone and there was this one time he literally knocked Scott out so he could go fight a deadly kelpie by himself.

“This is bullshit.” Stiles yells. No one will listen to him anyway, least of all Derek who's lying unconscious on the ground.

Again.

“So much bullshit.” He presses his jacket against the wound, glares at Derek's stupid face. Even passed out he looks in pain. “You're ridiculous, did you know that? You just have to keep sacrificing yourself. I don't like it.”

“Here!” Scott throws the hunter's gun towards Stiles and he reaches out for it immediately, taking the bullet and pressing the burnt wolfsbane against Derek's shoulder – for the second time this month.

“I'm going to lock you up.” Stiles groans, watching as the wound begins to heal itself. “You're going to be safe. You're going to be really safe. The safest.” Derek begins to stir just as Scott sends the last hunter away. “Asshole.” Stiles adds for good measure and Derek slowly opens his eyes.

“Wha –”

“You can't do that anymore.” Stiles points his finger at Derek's face, heart pounding as he feels himself tear up. Why can't Derek just stop? He's going to get himself killed and that's going to end up killing Stiles too. “I won't let you.”

He ignores the fear, the shame and his own self-preservation instincts. Derek needs to know that someone cares about him, that someone loves him. Someone wants him to be happy.

“Stiles,” Derek blinks, tries to sit up. Stiles only pushes him down again.

“Stop it.” Stiles says, runs a hand through Derek's hair. “Stop trying to die.” He sniffs, ignoring Derek's shocked expression. “You're not alone anymore. You have people that care about you.” He takes a deep breath and adds. “That love you.” Derek lets out a quiet 'oh' and Stiles smiles sadly. He presses a kiss to Derek's temple and stands up. “Please.” He adds softly.

He shares a meaningful look with Scott before turning to his Jeep and driving away, tears spilling down his face as he goes home.

2.

Stiles has been in love with Derek for five years. Well, at least that's what he tells himself. It could be seven, eight, maybe. He can't be sure – too much happened when he was still a teenager for him to pay attention to his feelings.

So the point is – Stiles loves Derek. A lot. Maybe too much to be healthy. Enough to be a pain in his ass. Because there isn't a thing Stiles wouldn't do when he gets a text from Derek two days after his embarrassing love confession saying 'help' and 'at the loft'.

He really didn't know what to expect, but opening the door to find Derek covered in scratch marks didn't even make the top ten.

“What?” Stiles blinks. “A kelpie again?”

“A cat.” Derek answers, gesturing to the tiny ball of fluff curled up on the couch.

“What.” Stiles repeats, staring at the cat dubiously. “But –”

“I found her in the woods after –” Derek cuts himself, pointedly avoiding Stiles' eyes. So he remembers, Stiles takes a deep breath. “Anyway, I need to buy some stuff for her and I don't want to leave her alone.”

“Oh.” Stiles nods. So they are just going to ignore it, apparently. He swallows, tells himself it doesn't matter. He wasn't expecting Derek to feel the same, he just wanted him to know. Just needed him to understand. “Okay, I guess.” He walks towards the couch, smiles softly when the black kitten meows at him. “Hi, baby.” He pets her head softly, laughs when she leans into it happily.

“Deaton said she's two months.” Derek says, suddenly next to him.

Stiles holds back a shiver. “She's so teeny-tiny.” He forces a smile and looks up at Derek, meaning to reassure him he'll take care of the kitten, only to frown when he notices a cut on his left cheek. “You're bleeding.” He reaches out without thinking, wipes the blood with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Yeah.” Derek whispers, eyes never leaving Stiles'.

“Why?” Stiles bites at his bottom lip, heart beating fast.

“Because I felt guilty.” Derek answers. “Because I wanted to say I love you too, but you ran and now...” he reaches out for Stiles' hand, presses it back against his own cheek.

“Now?” Stiles insists, bringing his other hand to rest on Derek's chest where he can feel Derek's heart beating as fast as his. They are so close, breaths mingling, and if Stiles only leaned in –

“Now you're here. And I can tell you.” Derek smiles softly. “That I will live for you.” Stiles lets out a shuddering breath as he throws his arms over Derek's shoulders and buries his face against his neck. He never thought he could feel this happy. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Stiles sniffs, presses a kiss against Derek's neck, feels the cuts and scratches healing under his hands.

3.

Two weeks into their relationship, Stiles finally realizes Derek's cutest weakness. The whole pack knows Derek is a light sleeper, they've all managed to scare him almost to death at least once. It's adorable how he'll jump at the slightest noise and since getting Rae – Derek's beloved cat – it's gotten worse. Basically because she knocks down anything she can. Derek says it's on purpose, Stiles only laughs and kisses his annoyed expression away.

But, what Stiles didn't know is that Derek can fall asleep anywhere. Watching TV? Sure. Reading a book? All the time. Soaking in the bathtub? God, all the sex they’ve missed.

In addition, Derek's sleeping face is Stiles' weakness. He just looks peaceful, happy. Stiles got late to work more than once because he'd stayed in bed watching Derek sleep like the lovesick fool he is.

When he lets himself into Derek's apartment that afternoon, he does it quietly, already expecting Derek to be taking a nap somewhere, with Rae probably curled up on his chest. He's proven right, of course, when he walks into the living room and finds his boyfriend on the couch, one of his hands still holding a book. He smiles to himself and turns around, ready to start cooking dinner and let Derek sleep for a few more minutes.

The following events happen in slow-motion. Stiles doesn't notice Rae sneaking up on him – she's as quiet as her werewolf owner – and so when he turns, he accidentally steps on her tail. Predictably, she yells bloody-murder and Derek startles awake, trips on the coffee table and lands with his face on the ground with a loud thud.

“Oh my God.” Stiles is still laughing ten minutes later as he throws away the tissues he used to clean the blood out.

“You're awful.” Derek mumbles. “Both of you.” He adds to Rae, who's right as rain again and leaning against Stiles' leg.

“I'm sorry.” Stiles snickers. “But it was pretty funny. I should have taped it.”

“I'm breaking up with you.” Derek shakes his head, flinches when the movement makes his nose hurt. It takes longer to heal broken bones, but at least the bleeding stopped.

“You're not.” Stiles smiles, presses a kiss on the top of Derek's head. “You love me.” He sing-songs, blows an exaggerated kiss and before he can turn, Derek's pulling his hand, forcing him to sit on his lap.

“I do.” He kisses Stiles' shoulder. “Let's eat out today.”

Stiles is about to ask why and then he notices Derek's look and smirks. “Okay.”

4.

“Let me guess: the supernatural gave us a break, so you got bored and decided to cut your hand yourself?” Derek rolls his eyes and turns his back to Stiles, heading for the bathroom. Stiles follows him. “No, but – why did you decide to fix the chair? You know you're not allowed near the hammer!”

Derek huffs and slams the door on Stiles' face.

Stiles leans against the wall and snorts. When people tell him Derek is perfect he agrees easily, because Derek is. He's a perfect husband, a perfect friend, a perfect neighbor. He's just not good at fixing things.

It doesn't stop him from trying though.

Stiles hears a grunt and tries again, “hey, you need help from someone who's never gotten hurt while changing the light bulbs?”

Derek opens the door suddenly, towel wrapped around his hand. “You kicked the ladder and you know it.” He glares.

Stiles bites at his lower lip, barely resisting the urge to laugh. “Accidentally kicked the ladder.”

“Whatever.” Derek mutters, turning back to the sink. “There's something inside.” Derek says, removing the towel. “It can't heal properly.”

Stiles walks closer, takes Derek's hand in his and inspects the wound carefully. “Okay,” he takes the first-aid kit from under the sink – the one Derek bought for Stiles, how ironic – and starts to clean the wound. Derek hisses as Stiles finally removes the splinter and the wound begins to heal normally.

“There, there.” Stiles smiles up at his husband, presses a kiss on Derek's hand. “All good?”

“You're ridiculous.” Derek says but his smile betrays the words.

“You still married me.” He never gets tired of saying it, of bragging about his husband to everyone, of dreaming about their future together. “Two years ago.” He adds.

Derek's smile gets wider. “Two and a half.”

“Two years, six months and three days.”

“Oh my God.” Derek laughs. “You'll still be doing that when we're sixty, won't you?”

Stiles presses himself against Derek's chest, takes in Derek's smell and the comfort of his arms around him. Another forty years with Derek? Yeah, he can't wait.

5.

He drives to his dad's house almost on autopilot, feeling sad and disappointed. Hopeless.

“Son?” His dad rushes to meet him by the front door, concern written all over his face. “What happened?”

“Are we cursed, dad?” Stiles cries out, slumping against his dad's chest. “Or the universe just hates us?”

“Stiles...” His dad whispers, holding Stiles even tighter and dragging him to the couch where Stiles just keeps crying.

They were so happy, so hopeful. They just want a kid, their own baby.

“I can't even look at him right now, dad.” Stiles whispers. “He was so excited.”

“It takes time, Stiles.” His dad assures. “You just have to keep trying.”

“It's been three years already. The room is ready!”

“It will happen. Keep the room.” His dad kisses the top of is head. “For luck.”

Stiles manages to snort at that, his dad has magical healing words.

–

When Stiles gets home a few hours later, Derek is still nowhere to be seen. They both have their own ways of dealing with the disappointment and Stiles hates to leave him alone at moments like this, but sometimes Derek needs time, needs to go into the woods and knock down some trees. Usually after a couple of hours he's back, safe and sound.

Today is not one of those days.

“Derek?” Stiles calls, heading through the path that leads to the woods. The answer is a weak 'I'm here' coming from his left and Stiles doesn't have to walk much to find Derek sitting next to what used to be a pine tree.

“It will happen to us, right?” It's the first thing Derek asks when Stiles sits next to him, taking Derek's discarded shirt to wipe at the blood covering his chest.

“I hope so.” Stiles says. He wishes he could offer words of comfort, but it would be just lies. And he never lies to Derek. “I'm scared too.” He whispers.

Derek leans his head against Stiles' shoulder. His hands are bleeding too, so Stiles takes them and keeps cleaning the blood. He didn't have to do this, but Derek likes to know he's being taken care of, that Stiles will always look out for him even though Derek is the one with the supernatural healing powers.

“But we can't give up.” He keeps saying. “There's a kid out there who needs us. That I'm sure.”

Derek sighs, throws an arm over Stiles' shoulder and hugs him. They only get up when the sun begins to set, heading home hand in hand - a strong unit, giving each other hope.

+1

“I'm home!” Stiles calls out, stomach grumbling as he smells food cooking. Derek's gotten better with time, but they still eat take out most days.

“In the kitchen!” Derek yells back.

“Don't move, papa!” Stiles hears their kid admonish and he snorts. Jack is beginning to sound like him.

“Hi.” Stiles says, walking into the room to find Derek sitting on the floor with Jack standing in front of him, staring intently at Derek's hand. “What happened here?”

“Papa cut himself.” Jack says, smiling at Stiles. “Hi, dad.”

“Hi, buddy.” Stiles kisses the top of his head, then kisses Derek's cheek, sharing a knowing look with his husband. “Want me to finish it for you?”

“Nah.” Jack answers, sticking a butterfly band-aid over Derek's finger and kissing it. “There.” He beams up at them, proud of his skills.

Derek smiles back. “Thank you.” He holds his arms open and Jack all but jumps on him.

This is his family, Stiles thinks. This is his life.

He throws himself at the hug, Jack laughing happily when they all tumble to the floor in a mess of limbs.

This is their family, he smiles when he catches Derek's eye. This is their life.

[jupiterreed]

(The days that followed)

It’s a casual sort of sinking, a perennial mudslide beneath the once rosy bottoms of your feet, a head-first collision and you don’t see what you’re crashing into but you can imagine once you hear the sound of the glass shattering and it’s almost a choir. The sirens pouring into the fizzling distance. Flashing murder-red behind your eyelids. Feral red, confused red. The red of eyes in paintings of the devil. The red of the inside of my thighs, blooming ghastly and slightly swollen. Most definitely swollen. It’s like diving blind-eyed into monster-infested waters and it’s everything it’s rumored to be, krakens and megalodons and you want to slip away but you’re chained to the bottom of the sea and it’s your worst childhood fear, the Jaws theme ringing ominously in your head. It’s dreaming of coral reefs wet with your own blood. Gasping for air and coming up empty, coming up slick-clean and robbed of your will to live. The first month was waking up with a night terror sitting upon my chest, the woman with craggily skin and fingers like barbed wires. I was incapacitated and breathing dirty ocean water. The first month was a panic attack in a Burger King bathroom stall and meeting a German boy on Tinder who told me I was pretty in a strange way. It was being touched for the first time and feeling my body flinch in unprepared protest, soldiers flanking my stomach lining, cherry bombs exploding in my chest and scorpions scratching at my throat. When he left he told me he didn’t like my septum piercing that much and I told him to fuck off. No longer intrigued by the glossy allure of cancer sticks disguised as cherubs. Impolite girl, angry girl, Britney’s 2007 breakdown. I come pre-packaged and licked by the moon. I am what I am. Foolish fever, selfish retch. Unlovable wind, intolerable myth. I know I’m not enough, but enough is no longer quantifiable. 

The months after were a barrage of broken light bulbs, rat-traps, temptations of guzzling chlorox in the basement and offering my body to the fruit flies. It was hair pulled from shower drains and afternoons spent in unmade beds and fighting the urge to change my name and flee to the Himalayas. 

Lately my lungs are propellers but there’s nowhere to land, nowhere to uphold temple, Bermuda Triangle days circling the hips of void. I’ve been aching to talk about the longing. How I want and want and want. But I never know what I need. I need to be suffocated by the skin of another. I need closure. Rituals of death in department store parking lots. All those girls with their high-pitched voices and soda pop laughter, calling me the girl whose name no-one can ever pronounce, and what does it mean anyway: sorrow, daisy, fool? I’ll be honest for five minutes because the lies are piling up like dried up moths beneath my bedsheets. I’m jealous, I’m canine. I want to turn into a wolf at night and maul them all. Go back to simpler times when cruelty made sense and their smiles got trapped in ribcages and nobody ever questioned the meaning of things. I still remember we threw slumber parties for roadkill and brought our bodies down in the middle of the street to emulate the feeling. I remember feeling smaller than the microorganisms of misery milling at me. I remember the vintage dress I bought off of eBay and the look on his face when he saw me in it for the first time (and maybe reverence never belonged to the gods anyway). I twirl around in it and for 0.5 seconds I get to feel like a garden variety princess and the sky turns stale and black coffee pours from the heavens and my hands are satellites again. (But then I wake up and everything I’d ever wanted is still too far away and the peach dream is over.) Did you know how often the average human has thoughts about death? Gosh I’m so fucking tired of having to try. Call me sloth, call me chimera. I can’t move. I’m sinking further and I can’t move! It’s all in your head. The rinds of darkness. That rotten pomegranate smell that grew ever-so familiar. The blood I found in my best friend’s bathtub, how it took up an entire block, crippled the air with rot. She stopped calling me. It’s been over five months now and we haven’t talked. Part of me wishes she’s dead on the side of the road somewhere, because the happier possibility would be too unbearable. I know, I’m terrible. When the anger settles and the upset hightails it out of my windpipe all I’m left with is the dull drone of cicadas and an impaled conscience. 

He comes over again and this time I ask him to leave with citrus in my eyes. He makes sure to make note of all the skin I’ve peeled from around my nail beds and I make sure to let him know that the next time he comes around, I’ll be biting my fingers off too. Maybe I’m just afraid of what he’s capable of turning into, like the kindergarten boys who step on the helpless ants that trail the sidewalk just to feel a little bigger than themselves, like the grade school boys who TP the principal’s office and peg poor Jimmy from homeroom upside down by his underwear outside the boy’s locker room upon rumors of being gay, like the high school boys who bring their father’s guns to school to impress the pink-lipped prada girls who have no idea what they’re getting themselves into. Like the sound of Camilla’s shriek and the final bullet bouncing off a multicolored wall advertising a false sense of safety. 

Maybe I’m afraid of me, how these days my chest is a beehive and my heart a winged animal. The depression is a pyramid scheme, my blood vessels pop candy reverberating the same old fucking mistakes over and over until I’m left lifeless, pickled, taxidermied. My dad tries to call me every 2 days but the disappointment in his voice is getting larger now and I think about how I could scoop it clean with a pickaxe or let it fester, let it grow sentience and a sense of belonging. I tell him I’m sorry even though it’s useless and tastes like spoilt milk. I tell him I’ll try even though I know I won’t. Not hard enough. I’m still disgusting, stagnant. I feel like I’m on the world’s slowest carnival ride and the lights are dimming all around me. It’s sitting cross-kneed in a bomb shelter as the world implodes around you, it’s falling asleep on a train once you’ve missed your stop, it’s the circulatory system of a star puking up whatever’s left of its glow. That was before we began killing ourselves over the aesthetic, before the taillights of his car came alive and turned into fireflies. Before I was girl incapable of living. Before long-sleeves and the concussions we received from 7-11 slushies and picking at the scabs under your chin as if you could tame flowers there. I was restless and so very bored, I’d stare at my reflection in mirrors for hours and take knives to my zits, pierce the skin like cake. But proper girls don’t ache that way.

I kept losing myself on empty park benches and in the back of grocery store aisles and across the street from the airport where escape awaits. I remember calling her up, it was raining and it would continue to rain all week (at least over me), I was cold and shivering, my clothes pressed to my skin like I’d been trapped in a spiderweb of my own design. I told her the truth, that I wasn’t strong, that I’d never been. That sometimes giving up felt deceivingly like winning. Like getting out, scot-free. Like shelter from a nuclear winter. I fell victim to the temptation of teeth in September and spent way too long communing with ghosts, cracked my forehead open on the bathroom shelf, turned my blood into an altar. What I’m afraid of is waking up one morning with the brevity to go through with it. My roommate walking in on my body lying on the floor, the expression on my face so peaceful it could be mistaken for sleep if it weren’t for my bloodied wrists exhibited like vines. Self-inflicted, self-stormed, self-destructed. But I want to make it through, dammit! I want to be good! 

(The day before I killed myself)

I imagined the colors were brighter than I remembered them, like they were screaming or had been for years and I was only just noticing the extent of their turmoil. I took my neighbor’s dog, Buster, for a walk and she smiled at me, old teeth yellowed, close to ruin, but her eyes still echoes of her baby days. They were forecasting more rain on the radio, nothing obnoxious or inconveniencing, not an inkling of a storm - more like, the kind of weather that feels like a kiss to the back of your neck: pleasant, quiet. The slightest prickle. I remember I spoke to my mother on the phone and she asked me if I could fetch her some carrots from the store on my way back home. I told her I’d be home late, and she didn’t argue. She rarely ever does these days. I made the familiar walk to school, I absorbed faces. All these people I would pass who I would never get to meet. What does that even mean, to meet someone? Do we ever truly meet anybody? I’ve been growing familiar with emptiness, like my whole life’s been leading up to this fabled meeting I’ll one day have with someone, someone who will walk into my life and change everything. I think my soul is waiting to be met. Except that day will never come, nor that person. And I’ll never know what it feels like to forgive myself or to succeed at something other than breaking my own accident records, or whether my ex-best friend will ever try to get in touch with me again. I’ll forget the colors. I’ll forget I existed. I’ll forget - everything.

The Day Before I Killed Myself (And The Days That Followed) || j.r  (please do not remove original source)

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Hancock had paid Geek entirely in caps for the reconnaissance task, a first for the pink ex-vault dweller. He’d known the Commonwealth now used caps, but up until that point they’d always been a matter of supplementary funds for bartering. The two kicked around Goodneighbor for just over two days while Hancock ensured his house was in the best order it could be, and Geek... well, he started warming to being called that.

He bought himself a full set of sturdy leather armor which Daisy offered for sale, and reinforced the whole thing with a few extra layers of fabric inside, adding as many pockets as he could, wherever they’d be comfortable against his skin. Anything could be useful now in the wastes, he reasoned. Especially as the landscape shifted to grey the definition of edible. Besides, this way he could leave the duffel behind, and rely more upon himself. A few extra pockets inside his jumpsuit didn’t hurt, either.

You’re gonna want a gun, Geek remembered the mayor commenting before the two parted to wrap up business in the area. Even if y’don’t use it, you’re gonna want to bring one. And make sure you clean Daisy outta bobby pins. No tellin’ what trouble we’ll end up getting into. An odd laundry list, for sure, but he heeded the suggestions, and in addition to seven snippets of crimped wire, he also nabbed a .44 bull barrel pistol and two boxes of bullets. At the very least, they’d be emergency rations if they found themselves in a spot where food for him was scarce. He kept the bobby pins in a pocket he’d put in the side of his left boot, as far away from his absent appetite as he could manage. The fistful of caps he had left after upgrading his attire and arms went in his zippered thigh cargo pocket, to the same effect. The only thing he purchased for food rations was the lone carton of shortening Daisy had left. She adored that he was making such use of the Is It Food or Not? section of her shelves of stock. He hadn’t yet started reading the book she’d given him, but when she asked, he insisted he’d have the time for it while he and the mayor were away for a week or two.

When he and the mayor were to head out, Hancock did not port the crushed red velvet coat, or tricorner cap. Instead now wearing a tailored black leather road jacket and jeans, the hairless ghoul strode up to Geek, who’d been lingering with a bottle of whiskey in the Third Rail, waiting up on him. It was a dead time between performances, the dusty subway air filled only with the sounds of quiet chatter and a faint radio from the VIP lounge in the back.

“So we gonna get this show on the road?” the ghoul smirked, glancing furtively at him. Geek gave him a sly look and got up, taking the half-finished fifth with him.

“Let’s do it,” he affirmed, slurring a bit as the two ascended the stairs to exit the subway and skip town.

The pink Pinoy couldn’t much believe the mayor himself had eagerly agreed to travel with him. And he’d thought the historical attire had suited him well. The sweat was hard to hide as they walked north along the front face of the town.

“Two options,” Hancock remarked as they got to the first intersection, the one with the neon signs. “You feel like a lotta raiders, or a handful of Gunners?” He’d casually pulled out a hunting rifle from his jacket, eyeing the western route.

“I got through Haymarket Square all right, but seems you think risking the Gunner attention is warranted.”

“I tend to favor cutting in front of Mass Fusion whenever I leave out. Half the time, there’s not even anybody on guard. They’re too cocky about having occupied the plant. They haven’t even been bright enough to cut off our power supply lines from it, either.”

So they took that route, cutting left, then immediately right. The piles of sandbag walls still fortified the front entrance as before, as well as a few appropriated military green ballistics screens, vandalized in white with the grotesque skull the Gunners bore as their insignia. One pair of these screens blocked off the first left turn, but a high wall of sandbags as well as the gut of a rusted out car blockaded the next intersection. As Hancock had told, there was no one on duty out front of the nuclear facility as they passed through: merely an untended lantern and a miscellany of weather-rotted patio furniture.

“See? What’d I tell ya,” Hancock remarked quietly, trying to make his mind up which way to go from there. The ghoul’s dark, scleric eyes were hiding something, but Geek couldn’t tell what it might be, though he figured any paranoia must have been the whiskey he still nursed. “Here, let’s go left.”

Doing so, Geek walked along with him, the bottle empty by that point. Out of habit, he deposited in the next rubbish bin he crossed. His face screwed up, and he proceeded to fake that he’d intended to rummage through it for anything useful. Effectively he traded out the glass for four tin cans, which he stomped flat and added to a chest pocket for later. Hancock simply stood nearby and observed, badly hiding his amusement at his inebriated travel partner.

“Left here again,” Hancock called out after a few blocks. He hoped Geek was drunk enough not to notice they were now headed south, when the meetup location Deacon had provided Geek had been northwest of Lexington. "You’re sure this isn’t as time sensitive as it sounds.”

Now at the paved walkway along the shore of the River Charles, they approached a corner with a number of cast iron lamp posts, and a bricked embankment. The rotted-out skyscrapers imposed them to the left, the shadow of the Route 2 overpass to the right. A low fog had started to set in over the waterway, creeping up along the cobbled pavement.

“He told me he’ll wait for me until the end of the week,” Geek insisted. “We don’t gotta run the whole way, I swear.”

“Left here,” Hancock guided once more, following the side street in past the lamp posts. They passed several skeletons of automobiles, no longer more than rust. With one that had once been a van to their right, an eighteen-wheeler just ahead of them, having trapped itself in the perpendicular dead end side street. Hancock stopped before the multi-storied blue business building, and sat in the patio chair directly outside it, pulling out a flask to observe Geek while he whet his lips with something.

“Y’need t’stop already?” Geek wondered, looking around slowly. “That, that’s ok.” He sat on the wooden bench opposite the building, and took out a flattened can to snip it into strips for a snack.

“It is almost cute that you have no idea where we are,” the ghoul grunted, stretching. “And here you said you’d exhausted all the places you knew where to look for answers. When you didn’t object to my detour, it was obvious to me you either hadn’t been this way before, or you really hadn’t scouted it out yet. So here we are. Boston’s Vault-Tec Regional HQ.”

As the significance soaked in, Geek looked up from his gloved hands in a daze.

“Ready up, though. I see people treat this place like a live grenade. Guess we’re going to find out why.”

Geek armed himself with both fists and they entered. The lobby had an elevator to the right, and a hallway to the left of the reception desk which seemed to have offices. Three feral ghouls jumped them not five feet into the building, lunging for their faces.

Hancock shot one right in the face and kicked it in the chest to make sure it crumpled backwards. Steadying his aim to take out a second one, he seethed, “Had to be ferals.” Then, he fired again.

Geek slammed the third ghoul in the jaw with his mallet-knuckleduster, which he’d affectionately endeared the title of Left Hook, and sent the warped and naked wretch to land near the first feral Hancock had downed. The two made a pile of the three, and Geek walked back behind the reception desk with a huff.

Most of the papers scattered around had disintegrated or plastered themselves to the surfaces where they’d rested, if they hadn’t fallen to the floor. Geek helped himself to the pumpkin candy bucket on the desk, producing from it gumdrops. He popped a few in his mouth and sucked on the tough sugar-coated chunks.

“I tend t’forget it happened right before Halloween.” He sniffed and started going through the receptionist desk drawers as well as those of the two desks back-to-back behind it, finding little actually on printed paper. A wad of ballpoint pens and a few file cabinet keys later, he nearly slipped on something in the floor. He bent down, and stood holding a yellow ball of Bakelite. “...Billiards balls?” There were several on the floor, on closer inspection. He kept all of them.

“What are you even plannin’ on doing with those?” Hancock mumbled in a dubious whimsy. “Next you’re gonna tell me you can fit your fist in your mouth.”

The only response the ghoul received as Geek wandered off down the hallway was a nonchalant, over the shoulder “You can’t?”

Hancock exhaled hard out his nose with his mouth clamped shut, not sure whether Geek was joking, but he abruptly laughed it off and followed. The pink fool had come across what had been the company’s break room, outfitted with a refrigerator, seating, and several appliances, all no longer in commission. Over half the ceiling directly above it had caved in, the metallic prefab panel forming a slope one could scale to the next story. Geek already had gotten to the top of it by the time Hancock caught up, and was rummaging the various desks on the second floor.

“Do you know what we’re even lookin’ for?” the ghoul asked. “Not t’be pointed or anything, but it seems like this place is fulla nothin’ but junk.”

Geek looked up from the desk he’d been rifling through, caught with his mouth full of pens. He swallowed before responding.

“You don’t know either? That’s reassuring.”

“Mmh, oh hey, a terminal.” Hancock poked his head into a side office. “Watch your step right in front of it, but maybe--” Geek joined him in the small single office, where the ghoul had sat to browse the entries on the squat-screened box of prewar technology. “...Oh, hm. It’s got a password on it. No. ...No. There it is.” Once he’d cracked into it, the tip of his tongue slipped back into his mouth, and his brow furrowed increasingly. “...The employee that worked from this office had his suspicions Vault-Tec was going to experiment on its tenants. No shit.”

“What do you mean?” Geek sat down on the desk, next to him.

“Well, I’ve heard stories. Really haven’t done much Vault exploring of my own, and the one I do know anything about is 114. What happened with that one probably wasn’t any of Vault-Tec’s doin’. Money laundering kept it from getting completed, but a mob head named Skinny Malone’s got himself holed up in there right now. Might not be one hundred percent, but there’s not much defense quite like a vault door on your hideout.”

“...What kind of stories?”

“I’ve really only heard about Vault 95, but I’ve heard a helluva lot about it. And this guy’s suspicions were nail on the head.” The ghoul wagged a finger at the screen, then proceeded to read from it. “Here: ‘So we just shipped 15 cases of psycho and jet to Vault 95. Of course, that makes total sense... let's give these addicts more of what put them in this situation to begin with. Davidson says it's to force them to make the hard choice, chems or getting clean. I say it's to cause a bloodbath...’ It did exactly that. The vault didn’t die out, man--they killed each other. And here, it says they shipped liquid nitrogen to a Vault 111? ...Which vault was yours?”

“82. Why, did this employee have some kind of magic future sight about 82?” pink dreg’s face soured a bit, sobering up from the gravity of all this.

“Yeah, actually. He was incredulous noticin' the invoice for Vault 82 had half as many hydroponics rigs as were required for the population it was intended to support. ‘When I brought it to Davidson’s attention, he reassured me it was probably a typo, and if they need more, they’ll order it. He also told me that I’m not to question the Vault-Tec’s design insight again, or he’ll take disciplinary action against me. Telling me to my face that gross negligence like that is an oversight. He can’t fire me if I quit first.’”

Geek sat up and tried to process what Hancock had just read him, and his face screwed up tight a moment before he glared at him.

“...No, that ain’t right. There ain’t any hydro-whatsits in my vault. Either that idiot didn’t know what he was lookin’ at, or they never arrived.”

“He seemed convinced of it.” Hancock tried to shrug off the chill Geek gave him. “These entries talk about a guy named Walter in the warehouse downstairs. Maybe he’d have the invoices?”

“I’m not sure I’m gonna like what I find,” he admitted, standing up resignedly. “Let’s get this over with and get outta here.”

Once they got downstairs, he lagged behind a bit. The next sound was a large vase exploding against the wall next to the front door of the lobby.

“Got that outta your system?” the ghoul wondered vaguely, stiff where he stood. “Least give me warning next time.”

“...Yeah. Sorry.” Geek walked ahead of him and pushed the call button on the elevator, which still functioned according to the operating light of the display panel above it. When the door opened with a ding, he ushered Hancock inside.

“No,” Hancock replied dryly, “after you.” The doors shut, and the cab started on its descent. For a moment they stood in silence, arrested by myriad of gnawing. Without build or warning, Hancock produced a cigarette and planted it between Geek’s pursed lips. “You look like you could use this.”

The gesture elicited a heavy sigh, and Geek slouched against the wall of the cab to light it, falling slack.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, sure.” The ghoul was about to offer a light, but Geek beat him to it. The elevator dinged a second time and the doors reopened, but the two lingered while the pink one collected himself a bit better.

The lights were still operating, to their fortune, but the small concrete warehouse, owing to its being a basement, had no windows, and only a loading dock door. It smelled like death and old plastic, and the two of them flinched. Geek took his smoke with him, puffing at it limply as the two browsed the shelves for loot. He stopped and took a long hit off of it and chuckled tiredly, picking up what had gotten his attention with the cigarette between his fingers.

“Hey, Hancock, check it out. A Vault-Tec lunchbox.” He opened it, producing a whimsical party-blower sound. In it was a souvenir magnet of the Vault-Tec insignia, which he swallowed promptly. “Ta-dah.” Before he knew what hit him, he was on the polished concrete floor.

In a whirl of claws and fists, Geek knelt on top of the ghoul and used the floor to add pressure to his punches as he beat the feral ghoul’s skull against it. He recognized he’d done in the feral and caught his breath, but quickly laid in a few more punches. Then, he got up to retrieve his cigarette off the floor just under the shelving where he’d stood and put it back between his lips. He grabbed the lunchbox, too, entitled to it.

“Remind me not t’make you mad,” Hancock joked awkwardly, having been sitting across the room on a palette of toilets watching. “The dock terminal’s up there.” He pointed up the stairs to the elevated landing where the loading dock door was.

Geek sat down in the desk chair when he got up there, already beyond emotionally done with the day. He nearly flung the keyboard when it booted up to another password screen.

“I know you probably gotta hangover right now, but you gotta chill, Geek. Did you try 4, 3, 2, 1?”

“Why would that even work?” Geek muttered sarcastically, trying it anyway. When it worked, he stared in shock. “How?”

“Prewar folks were just as bright as we present day folk, wouldn’t you say?”

Another long span of quiet between them as Geek pored over the files. Hancock briefly excused himself to the facilities located to the other side of the dock door. When he came back out, he found Geek sprawled across the desk with his face mashed into its top, arms hanging off the front. He didn’t sit up when he spoke, his words muffled by his arms and the desk.

“The invoices are all labeled that everything ordered for Vault 82 arrived on site. Where the fuck did they put them.”

“The invoices could’a been doctored,” Hancock offered. “I didn’t see a thing about the incomplete vault I mentioned, in that other employee’s journal entries.”

“No, I gotta gut feelin’ that guy from upstairs was right. You confirmed he got other things right. He might’a seen the stuff about the incomplete vault but didn’t have any evidence to back up his hunch yet. Anybody smart enough to leave a business like the one this place conducted, was smart enough to make sense of all the signs somethin’ was seriously ends-up around here. Still...”

“Come on, unglue yourself from that desk and let’s get movin’. We’ll figure it out. This is just proof we ain’t done sleuthin’. ...Are you really gonna take that with you?” The peanut gallery followed Geek out once a few more terminal commands had raised the dock door for them to exit.

“I hadn’t had one since I was a kid. Dunno what I’m gonna keep in it, but supposing it’s a decent enough souvenir for this little detour you set us on.”

“Food, Geek. Y’keep food in a lunch kit.”

“Right.”

[realityisonlythebeginning]

A few Robron Headcanons for you all...

* Sometimes when Aaron is talking, Robert is struck by how much he loves him, he barely hears what he's saying, all he can do is stare at the man because he's never seen anything so beautiful, so perfect, and he cannot believe that he's his. It won't matter where they are, he just sits staring at him with a stupid grin on his face because he's so unbelievably in love. * Aaron can read Robert like a book. He knows when something isn't quite right; Robert has a pretty thick skin but sometimes words get to him. When Aaron can see this happening he leans in and whispers, "I love you. It's all that matters." And Robert feels better. * One of the biggest rows they've had stemmed from a game of FIFA. It went on for hours until Liv started screaming at the top of her lungs to make them shut up. They don't play FIFA when they've been drinking anymore. * When Aaron is trying to think of something he has the same look on his face as when he needs to sneeze and it's not happening. It cracks Robert up every time. This proves tricky when he's on the phone to someone. * When Aaron is having a bad day Robert drops everything, takes him out of the village and they drive somewhere. Anywhere. They sit outside and stare up at the sky until Aaron is ready to talk. Usually it's enough to just be away from the village. * When Robert is having a bad day, Aaron takes the day off and gives Liv money to go out for the day. He then orders in food, gets the beers and Robert's Marvel box set and sets them up on the sofa until Robert is relaxed and cuddled in to him. * Everyone knows when Robert has a romantic night planned because he buys dark chocolate to make chocolate mousse. It's his "seduction dessert". Aaron is ashamed that he now gets a little turned on when he has dark chocolate in other situations. * Wanting to be a 'cool brother' and encourage Liv, he bought her a guitar so she could learn it. Two weeks later the guitar 'disappeared' No one would admit where it went but Aaron sure was shifty for a couple days. * Sometimes they need a cuddle. There's no shame in that. They find the other man and just hug him. Just hold each other for a while. No kissing, no talking, no pulling away, just holding. * It's actually Aaron that says no to getting a dog, they don't have time for one, it costs money, he doesn't wanna have to be the one taking care of it. Robert and Liv wear him down, and Oscar the black lab is brought into the family one cold October afternoon. * Robert traces shapes and words on Aaron's skin when they're laying tangled in the sheets after having sex. Sometimes it's nonsense, sometimes he traces his name, Aaron's name, the word love, anything. He does it automatically and he doesn't stop until Aaron is fast asleep in his arms. * When Robert is hungry he gets a far away look on his face and he doesn't answer very much. When Aaron is hungry he just gets mad. They're a nightmare when they're both hungry at the same time. * Aaron pays extra attention to Robert around his parents birthdays and their anniversaries. He does whatever Robert wants. He goes to the graves with him and rubs his back as he stares down at the stone, kissing his shoulder if he cries and gripping his hand to let him know he's not alone. * Robert offers to go to Jacksons grave with Aaron, Aaron declines, he doesn't like to go himself, doesn't like to drag it all up. But he does take him once, cracks open a couple of cans and introduces Robert. It doesn't make him feel any different about it all but he's grateful he can share that part of his life with him. * Aaron has walked in and found Liv and Robert sat at the kitchen table as he helped her with her coursework. He had to take a moment to watch them, in their home, domestic as anything just working away. He eventually walked over, pressed a kiss to Robert's head and ruffled Liv's hair before heading to the sofa and collapsing into it, happy as anything. * No one but Aaron knows that sometimes Robert cries in the bathroom because he's stressed. He's spent so many years hiding, so many years being his own strength that he forgets he can ask for help. Aaron finds him sometimes, sat on the floor with his knees to his chest, hands in his hair and tears streaming. Aaron just sits beside him, pulling him close and holding him until he's ready to talk to him. * Aaron and Liv get bored and decide to start a nerf gun war with Robert when he comes home. They get in position; absolutely certain they're gonna see Robert make a fool of himself. They were not prepared to find out that Robert is in fact part ninja. The battle went on for hours, only ending when Aaron came out with his hands up to find Robert holding Liv back and pointing the gun at him. "Any last words punk?" Aaron just laughs, smacking the gun from his hand and kissing him as Liv groans in disgust.

[guns-n-zeppelin]

Never say die - Chapter 12

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader Words: 2165 Summary: Reader accidentally time travels back to 1985 where Axl, Duff, Slash, Steven and Izzy find her.

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A/N: I’m sorry this comes so late again, i was supposed to post this earlier but i didn’t have time to do that until now. This one doesn’t have Axl a lot, just a bit to be honest, so i apologise if this is a bit boring haha. But i still wanted to focus also a bit on her other friends as well. Next one will have more Axl again haha. I hope you still enjoy this, let me know what you think again, i’d appreciate it a lot! I try to update chapter 13 this weekend already but i can’t promise anything lmao

It was about 1pm and we (me, Scarlet and Sam) were walking down the street past different stores. Scarlet had just told how his British boyfriend Matthew, who was with her at the party a few days ago, had cheated on her yesterday. Their relationship didn't last long at all though but i think Scarlet really started to like him. He seemed like a nice guy to me too but apparently not. ”Okay, i need to stop complaining about him,” Scarlet said and took a deep breath. ”I can find much better man than him.” She just rolled her eyes and put a wide smile on her face until she stopped walking, turned to look at me and Sam, her eyes widening. ”Oh my god, you know what we should do now?” I shared a concerned look with Sam until returned our gazes at Scarlet. ”Look, we're not doing a revenge against Matthew, okay?” Sam chuckled and shook her head. Scarlet just huffed and rolled her eyes. ”I'm not that childish,” she answered. ”No, what i meant was that we should go shopping! It always makes a woman feel better!” I raised my eyebrows. ”Didn't you just buy new clothes?” i asked but Samantha already agreed with Scarlet and was ready to go. I wasn't so crazy about shopping anyway to be honest. ”Yeah but when have you bought new clothes? You've been wearing those jeans like basically every day,” Scarlet stated and crossed her arms, looking at me from head to toe. I looked at her for a while. ”Fine, let's go,” i finally said and laughed a bit. Scarlet let a quick 'yay' out of her mouth and clapped her hands eagerly. We went through a few different clothing stores, Sam had found a skirt and a blue top, Scarlet had a dark red skirt, white high heels and a black crop top. I hadn't really found anything yet but i didn't have too much money with me anyway. I could afford some clothes of course but nothing too fancy. As if i'd even ever use fancy clothes. We arrived to the last store there was near and Scarlet turned to face me. ”Have you seriously not found anything? We're going to the bar tonight at Guns N' Roses concert, are you going to wear those clothes?” I looked at my top, black jeans and red converses. ”What's wrong with these? I'm not going to hit on guys there,” i asked confused. ”Yeah, well you still have to look pretty. I mean, you're extremely gorgeous already but hey, c'mon,” Scarlet stated. ”Please?” she asked, almost pleading. She loved to style other people, she'd always wanted to become a fashion designer. ”Alright, but i swear you're not going to find anything suitable for me here,” i said and looked around me. All of it looked quite expensive anyway so i was a bit scared. ”Oh, you'll see. Stay there, we're gonna find some nice outfit for you for tonight,” she exclaimed. ”Come on, Sam!” she commanded and Sam immediately followed her. I waited there alone for what felt like hours but it was probably just 10 or 15 minutes. A few people walked past me holding bunch of clothes but soon i saw Scarlet and Sam coming back with much more than just one piece of clothing. ”Now, take these, dressing rooms are right there,” Sam commanded, gave me the clothes and pointed at the direction i should go. I looked at them for a while until Scarlet gave me a look to hurry up. I tried all of them on one by one but nothing seemed good enough. They were either too small or too big or didn't fit otherwise well enough. Sometimes the color was totally wrong, i'm not wearing bright pink or light purple. ”Oh hell no, i'm not putting this one on when we go to the bar tonight!” i yelled and looked at myself from the mirror. I was wearing a tight top and a really really short skirt, i looked like a stripper. ”Why not? Let us see!” Sam yelled and i opened the curtain to reveal myself. ”I look like a total hooker, this almost reveals my butt.” ”I don't know, it seemed great when i brought it to you,” Scarlet said pondering and narrowed her eyes, looking at my body. ”I bet Jon wouldn't mind looking at so much bare skin, if you know what i mean,” she said smirking and bit her lower lip but i shook my head. ”I'm not buying this,” i answered and went back to take the clothes off. I had only one piece of clothing left to try on, it was a black and red gradient dress but still really basic and when i had put it on, i went to show it to the girls. They gasped and covered their mouths with their hand. ”Oh my god, it's perfect!” Scarlet exclaimed, happy that she managed to find the right one. It would be great with my leather jacket and some tights. --- I arrived to the bar with Scarlet, Sam and Emily. Slash, Axl, Izzy, Steven and Duff were obviously already here preparing their gig and Jon promised to come as soon as possible. We went to order some drinks and sat at the bar counter. Suddenly Scarlet turned to look behind her and noticed that Matthew was standing about 10 metres away from us. ”Oh my god, he's here,” she said quietly and turned back to look at us. ”How do i look?” she asked and tried to adjust her hair and skirt better. ”Did he notice us? Is he looking at this way?” she asked, talking faster. I raised my eyebrows and chuckled. ”Are you trying to make him jealous with that skirt?” i asked amused. She just scoffed. ”What? No, that's ridiculous,” she answered but i knew she was lying. She looked at Matthew one last time. ”Okay but he has to know what he just lost, okay?” She looked around her until stopped and focused her gaze on some tall blonde guy near us chatting with his friends, probably in his 20s as well. I noticed Matthew was coming towards us and Scarlet immediately left us to go to talk with the blonde stranger. I heard how Scarlet tried to flirt with the guy and the guy obviously flirted back, his friends just winked at him and decided to leave them alone. Then suddenly Matthew was already standing next to me, Sam and Emily. ”Hey, have you seen Scarlet?” Matthew asked and Sam pointed at her, she was laughing at some joke the guy had made. I hardly heard what they were talking about, some random words but nothing else really. Soon he made his way to Scarlet and tapped her on her shoulder. I casually moved closer with Emily and Sam to hear what they were exactly talking about. ”Scarlet, i need to talk to you. I'm so sorry i cheated on you, it was the biggest mistake i have ever made,” Matthew said desperately. ”Look, you had your chance okay and you just lost it,” Scarlet answered and crossed her arms. ”I was such a fool okay? I promise it won't happen twice. You seem such a great girl, can we try again?” he asked and Scarlet took a deep breath and was quiet for a moment, thinking. She carefully looked at me and i shook my head with a very disapproving expression on my face. She turned back at him. ”In your dreams, asshole. I deserve better than you, you slut,” she snapped and threw her Margarita on his face which me and Emily just snorted to. She walked past us, quite frustrated, and left probably to the bathroom and swayed her hips more than usual to attract Matthew's attention one last time. Soon the guys were ready to play. Axl took the microphone to his hand. ”Before we start, i want to introduce you the girl that has been supporting us the whole time. Her name is Amy and she's sitting right… there!” Axl said smiling and immediately pointed at me when he found where i was. I blushed a bit but smiled. Axl winked at me and Steven smiled at us as well, Izzy and Slash were still busy with their guitars. ”Our album is not ready yet, it's still missing some songs but when it comes out i recommend all of you to buy it obviously,” he said chuckling. He looked over his shoulder to check if others were ready and when they nodded at him Axl turned back to us. ”This one is called It's So Easy.” Their gig was a success. People danced a lot, clapped after each song and even demanded to hear Welcome to the Jungle again. Jon had joined us just a few minutes after they had started to play their first song. ”Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty,” Axl sang during their last song Paradise City and every time this part came, Axl nodded towards me smirking and winked which apparently made Jon feel jealous for some reason. I noticed it, giggled and patted Jon on his shoulder, reassuring him it was fine. After they had played and had thanked the audience, Axl, Steven and Izzy came to sit with us on a couch, Axl sitting next to me, and Duff and Slash went to order drinks. ”You played really great tonight!” i exclaimed and quickly hugged Axl. ”Thanks, Amy. I'm glad to hear that we didn't sound so bad,” Axl chuckled and then scrutinised my outfit. ”Woah, a new dress? You look gorgeous tonight,” Axl said and winked at me smirking which make me blush but also smile. Jon casually put his arm around me. ”Well, you look always great obviously,” he continued and shrugged. Jon just narrowed his eyes and cleared his throat, pulling me quickly closer to him than a moment ago which made Axl chuckle. ”Well, thank you a lot, Axl. Scarlet insisted me to get new clothes since they bought some too,” i said rolling my eyes. ”Well it suits you really well, baby. You look amazing,” Jon said and i turned to looked at him, smiling widely when he gave me a quick kiss on my lips. Axl rolled his eyes and made a small fake vomiting gesture when i didn't see. ”Thanks, babe,” i answered smiling. Soon Scarlet came back to us, she had been gone somewhere the whole night, i had become a bit worried already. ”Where were you this whole time?” Emily asked and raised her eyebrows. ”Was it the hot stranger you talked to earlier?” Emily continued smirking. Scarlet just rolled her eyes. ”Yeah, well he turned out to be a total douchebag so i just dumped him somewhere,” she answered and took a sip of her drink she had ordered a moment ago. ”I just broke up with Matthew and i'm done with men right now,” Scarlet said and sat on the couch next to Steven. Duff grinned. ”Well if you ever need comfort or anything… i'd be glad to help you. If you know what i mean,” he said, took a sip of his vodka and winked at Scarlet. Scarlet narrowed her eyes suspiciously. ”Look, i know you're really tall and your neck is longer than giraffe's but i'm pretty sure your neck have just stolen most of the length what was supposed to be in your pants,” she said with a perfect poker face and Duff's face fell immediately. Slash snorted, Axl and Izzy laughed and Steven was about to choke on his drink. Duff was just about to say something for his own defense when some girl with long brown hair approached us. ”Scarlet?” she said carefully when she arrived next to our table and looked at Scar. Scarlet's face immediately brightened more than a moment ago. ”Oh my god, what are you doing here?” Scarlet said surprised but very happily. She got up from her seat and hugged the girl tightly who smiled as well. ”It's been so long since we last saw each other!” ”I just moved here about a week ago,” she told her and shrugged. ”That sounds great, we have to go for a coffee tomorrow. You have to tell me everything what's been happening during these weeks when you were gone,” Scarlet stated and the girl just nodded eagerly and was about to say something before Slash interrupted her by clearing his throat to get their attention. Scarlet turned her gaze back to us. ”Oh yeah, of course! Erin, these are my friends. There's Duff, Slash, Izzy, Jon, Amy, Axl and you've met Samantha and Emily already of course.” Scarlet pointed us one by one when she said our names and the brunette just nodded and waved at us, saying 'hi'. ”Guys, this is my friend Erin.”

[curious-shadow-cat]

Boris in: Dancing with the Devil Pg4

Bendy peeked out from behind the curtain and saw Boris sitting at the table. He was looking down at his clarinet until a waiter came by. He quickly put it away smiling nervously at him. The waiter rolled his eyes and gave him his drink before walking away with a smirk on his face. Boris stood out of the crowd like a pig in a sheep field, Bendy thought. He sighed.

Scarlet:"Are you ready darling?" She asked with a smile. He looked at her and saw that she was putting on black lipstick as she was looking at herself on the small mirror. He smiled.

Bendy:"Ready as I'll ever be."

The curtains slowly opened and the two were on each end of the stage. The music began to play and the two walked towards each other. The two spun and she fell backwards for him to catch her. The two looked into each other's eyes and he gently pulled her up to her feet. As they danced the Tango away, Boris watched them with a smile. He was happy seeing that no one was trying to harm Bendy or caused any trouble for him just because he was a demon. Suddenly he heard someone scoff behind him and he turned around to see Mr. Ched who was sitting at the bar. He couldn't help but get up and walked over to sit with him.

Boris:"Mr. Ched? What are you doing here?" He asked. The old rat looked at him.

Chen:"I always come here when Scarlet's here." The two looked at them on stage and Chen smiled. He sighed and chuckled."That's a bit unfortunate huh Boris?" He took a drink of his wine. Boris looked at him with a frown.

Boris:"What do ya mean?" Ched frowned and looked back at the stage.

Ched:"Isn't it obvious? The demon's got someone else now. She'll go for anyone who can dance as good as she can. And also anyone with money." He waved some cash in front of Boris that Bendy had given him the other day."Women love money, isn't that right sweet heart?" He asked a woman who was walking by as he held up the money in front of her. She smacked him in the face and walked away quickly. He growled. Boris glared at him.

Boris:"Are you saying Bendy would leave me for her?" Ched nodded with wide eyes.

Ched:"Exactly! Who needs friends if you have a famous wife? He'll kick you out of his life-" He snapped his fingers."-just like that. Just you wait and see my good friend." He laughed.

Boris:"Bendy is my friend, he would never do that." He looked at Bendy on the stage. The dance was almost over but seeing him grinning so wide, for some reason, made him worried but happy at the same time.

After the show was over, Boris went looking for Bendy behind the stage.

Boris:"Bendy?" He called with a smile. He didn't see him anywhere. He frowned. He left and went looking for him."Bendy?" He called again. He soon saw him with Scarlet at their table talking to a some people. The two were sitting close to each other, her hand around his shoulder and him leaning close to her as he smoked a cigar but kept it aimed in the other direction. Boris walked towards them and he waved to Bendy."Hi Bendy!" They all looked at him. Bendy waved back.

Bendy:"There he is! Hey Boris, my good pal!" Boris wagged his tail.

Boris:"Hello Miss. Scarlet, you and Bendy were amazing up there. Just wonderful!" Scarlet smiled.

Scarlet:"Why thank you darling, glad you're able to pay attention." The others chuckled. Boris raised a brow.

Boris:"Well, of course! I knew it was a good idea to bring Bendy here. He's an amazing dancer."

Scarlet:"Obviously. So, Boring-"

"Boris." Bendy said.

Scarlet:"Yes." She rolled her eyes."Boris, Bendy here was telling me all about you." His smile brightened.

Boris:"Oh?" He almost couldn't keep still. She nodded. Bendy was grinning at her.

Scarlet:"Yes...and I must ask, how long does it take for you to remove that sheep smell from your only pair of clothes?" Boris's ears dropped and so did his smile. Everyone burst into laughter, even Bendy to Boris's horror. Scarlet just watched him with a smile. He smiled nervously and tried to chuckle it off.

Boris:"I wash them of course ma'am." They stopped laughing and looked at her.

Scarlet:"Really? Do you wash them as you shower in the rain or in a lake as you bathe?" They all laughed once more.

Boris:"Neither ma'am." His voice cracked. He swallowed."Well, uhmm...I think I should-"

Scarlet:"Oh and Bendy's been telling me how much of a good friend you are to him." He managed to smile a little at her though his ears were still down. He didn't say anything, he couldn't."He's been saying that you have such a soft heart and how naive you are." Bendy raised a brow at her and he nearly choked on his cigar."He's been telling me that you're so easy to fool, and how easily he can get you to do things for him almost without asking all the time." Boris frowned and he bit his lip to keep it from quivering. Bendy smiled nervously at him."Not only that but you let everyone else walk all over you, some vicious wolf you are." Everyone laughed again. Boris looked down at his clarinet he was gripping tightly in his hands trying to hold back tears. They soon stopped laughing.

Bendy:"Hey come on Boris, she's only joking." He said as if it was no big deal. Scarlet made a sad look at Boris.

Scarlet:"Awww, I'm sorry Bendy, you never told me how sensitive his feewings were." Once again everyone was laughing but this time Bendy only chuckled nervously. Boris spun around and stomped his way out the exit. Bendy smiled at Scarlet and got up.

Bendy:"Uhh, heh, I'll be right back sweet heart." He quickly went after Boris. Once he was outside he saw the wolf making his way towards the truck."Hey wait! Boris! Where ya going?"

Boris:"Home." He said in a serious tone.

Bendy:"....But we just got here! Come on, Boris! Just listen-" He went to grab Boris's hand but he spun around and growled at him. He fell backwards trying to step back and landed on his butt. He looked up at the angered wolf with wide eyes. That look of anger quickly turned into a look of hurt. He looked away from Bendy and got in his truck. He laid his head on the wheel. Bendy stood up and got in. He looked at Boris not knowing what to say.

Boris:"You know, I thought you were a good pal." He said when he looked up at the demon."I stood up for you when people made fun of you,tried to hurt you, I bought you candy and cake, I even let you live in my home!" Bendy glared at him.

Bendy:"Yeah well...I...you don't even know that much about me! I LIKE causing trouble and playing tricks on people! It's fun! If no one can take a  joke then who needs em?" Boris glared at him.

Boris:"Oh so making fun of your friends is just joking around huh? All fun and games? How would you like it if I was letting someone make fun of you for being the only demon in this town?" Bendy clenched his teeth at him.

Bendy:"Oh yeah?! And what would YOU know what it's like being the only demon to be in this town, BorING?"

Boris:"I would know because I'm the onLY WOLF IN THIS ROTTEN TOWN!!" He barked. Boris laid his head on the wheel again. The two were quiet for what seemed like forever to Bendy. The demon was about to say something but Boris spoke up."If you never wanted to be my friend in the first place then just....just....GO! GO ON!" He barked."GET OUT! Go be with your new 'friends' they're clearly better anyway!" Bendy took in a deep breath and swallowed as he glared at Boris.

Bendy:"GOOD THEN! I WILL! WHO NEEDS YA?" He yelled."I've got Scarlet anyway!"

Boris:"GOOD!"

Bendy:"GOOD!" He opened the door.

Boris:"GOOD BYE THEN!" Bendy stepped out and looked at him.

Bendy:"BYE TO YOU!" He slammed the door and turned but his glove was caught in the door and was ripped off as Boris drove away. Bendy gasped and then shot a glare at the moving truck."GOOD RIDDANCE!" He yelled angrily. Soon it started to rain."Great..." He grumbled and ran back inside the building. He covered his ungloved hand with the other. He met up with Scarlet at the table."Heh, sorry about that." He cleared his throat. She looked at him with a frown.

Scarlet:"Everything all right?"

Bendy:"Oh just peachy." He said with narrowed eyes. He smiled a little at Scarlet."Say Doll, do you happen to have any extra gloves I can have in the back stage? Mine's ripped off." Scarlet stood up.

Scarlet:"Sure, right this way handsome." Bendy chuckled. Once they were behind the stage, Scarlet was searching a box for a glove."Here you go darling." She picked one out and handed it to him. He took it with his ungloved hand. Her eyes widened.

Bendy:"Aww thanks sweet heart-" She let out a blood curdling scream which startled the heck out of Bendy He stumbled backwards and ended up tripping on the curtains. He rolled off the stage and landed on a lit candle. The curtains were lit on fire and he quickly clawed them off and took off his burning glove as he did. Everyone stared at Bendy with horrified looks on their faces.

Scarlet:"HE'S A REAL DEMON!!" She screamed. Bendy spun around and looked at her. She didn't have a tail or her horns anymore, she was just wearing the dress. She ran off the stage and ran out the building screaming. Bendy had a horrified look himself.

Bendy:"She...she wasn't a....?" Everyone glared at him and took out their guns.

"KILL IT!!" Someone yelled before another person fired but the bullets only went through the demon. He quickly ran around trying to get to the exit but it was blocked my more people who were trying to shoot him. He gasped and went through the floor. Though they continued to fire anyway. Bendy crawled around under the floor trying to figure out what to do.

"That's not how you kill a demon." Said Ched who was smirking. Everyone looked at him.

"Oh yeah? Then how?" A man asked.

Ched:"Simple." He stood up and walked to a black sheet. He took it off and there was a large bucket with the name PURE WATER on the front. Just a drop of this will make his skin boil." He chuckled."One jar for only $10.00!" Everyone cheered and happily paid the rat. Each took a jar and poured the water on the wooden floor. It went through the cracks. Everything was silent. After a few seconds the demon began screaming in pain and he burst through the wooden floor clawing at his arms.

Bendy:"IT BURRRNS!!!" He yelled. Everyone quickly surrounded him and went to grab him but he slipped through them covering them up with ink as he did. He made his way to the exit and ran. The people chased him down the road. He created himself some wings and took off leaving them behind. They all began to throw the jars at him. He dodged a few but one smashed against his back and he shrieked. He fell and landed on top of a building. He could here the police making their way towards him. He forced himself to get up and he ran towards the edge of the building. He jumped off and hit the ground leaving a puddle of ink. He crawled out and began to run as fast as he could. The burning continued and he hissed in pain. The rain seem to help a little bit. He could hear the people running around trying to find him. He ran out of the area and found the road where he had entered the town. He hoped no one had saw him. He ran out of the town as fast as he could. The burning seem to finally stop thanks to the rain. He kept running though, didn't want to stop in case they were close by. After almost three hours of running he slipped and landed in a puddle in the road. His body was aching. He forced himself to sit up and he looked around. He saw the sign of the happy family when he first came here. He growled and stood up. He walked towards it and his claws grew longer."HERE'S YOUR HAPPY!" He sliced the sign up and began to breath heavily. He sniffled feeling a cold coming. He turned and saw the other sign. It was covered in ink still though the rain seemed to help a little by cleaning it off. He walked towards it and sat down by the pole. He hugged his legs and his tail wrapped around him. He buried his face in his arms. He didn't know what to do, or where to go. He had no one. He was alone.

Bendy soon heard a vehicle park by and the door opened. He heard the gentle splashing of footsteps coming towards him.

"Bendy?" A familiar voice said. He slowly looked up at the wolf who was looking at him with a blank look on his face."What the heck happened to you? You look like a mess." Bendy was quiet for a minute or two.

Bendy:"H...how did you find me?" He finally asked.

Boris:"Well...I saw a bunch of people in town and saw you left a trail behind." Bendy looked and saw his footprints being washed away by the rain. Boris looked back at him."So, this is how you really look? Honestly, I thought you'd look worse." He smiled a little. The demon tried to speak but he was choking back tears.  He suddenly threw himself onto the wolf hugging him tight.

Bendy:"I'AM SO SORRY!!" He cried." His tail curled around the wolf who was trying to keep himself from falling into a puddle. Ink poured out of Bendy's eyes as tears."I was the one being the jerk Boris! Please forgive me! I should've known better than to treat you wrong! I didn't know what came over me!" He sobbed."I was a HORRIBLE friend! I hurt you! I'm sorry! Never again Bori!!" He buried his face in his shoulder and continued to sob. Boris smiled warmly and looked as if he was about to cry. He hugged the little demon in his arms tightly.

Boris:"I'm sorry for yelling at you." Bendy wiped his tears and looked at Boris.

Bendy:"Don't be! You were right to be mad at me." He sniffled. Boris chuckled.

Boris:"Come on, let's go home." Bendy smiled at the kind wolf. The two got in the truck and Boris covered Bendy with a blanket. He sneezed."Got a cold there?" Bendy shivered.

Bendy:"Heh, it's what I get for singing in the rain huh?" He chuckled. Boris chuckled.".....I'm...serious though, I really am sorry."

Boris:"I know." Bendy looked at him confused.

Bendy:"How though? How do you know?"

Boris:"Because I do." He said calmly. Bendy looked out the window for a second or two and then quickly looked at him.

Bendy:"Are we...friends again?" He asked. The wolf nodded.

Boris:"Yep." Bendy smiled and looked straight ahead at the road."So I take it that Scarlet wasn't a demon huh?" He asked. Bendy shook his head sadly.

Bendy:"No."

Boris:"Sorry about that little buddy." They were quiet again. Bendy then had a thought but hesitated to do it. He slowly scoot closer to Boris and leaned on him. Boris didn't seem to mind. He heard a soft chuckle from the wolf and soon he fell asleep.

The truck stopped after a few two hours went by."Welcome home buddy." He said and carried the sleeping demon in the house and putting him in his bed. Back to where he belongs.

THE END.

[nightwingswing]

HAPPY SAINT VALENTINE’S DAY!

Hope you enjoy, and happy Valentine’s day!!

I love you!

Your name is (Y/N) (L/N) and you are a dimension traveler.

It’s like a time traveler but with dimensions.

When you enter a dimension, it changes and creates a life for you in that one and when you go back to your own it restores itself like you never existed. You are able to create portals were you can move from place to place. You used it on several occasion to fight with your friends.

It’s pretty cool.

Today is St Valentine’s day and you are sick of all that lovely dovey couples. Seriously your friends could control themselves a little.

You were bored in your room, playing with your (fav/gem) chain, it was what gave you the power to travel thought dimensions.

Wait

That’s it!

Why sit there moping when you can go to your favorite dimension!

You sat straight in your bed, grabbing your collar with both hands. You whispered your magic words and it glowed bright (f/c).

A (f/a) came out of it, it was your protector, the being that helped you thought your travels.

“HELLO, (Y/N). WHERE DO YOU WISH TO GO FIRST?”

A (f/c) fog came from the gem, creating three word in the air.

“COMICVERSE”                   “MOVIEVERSE”                   “TV’VERSE”

Hmmm… Where to go first?

Let’s start with the Tv’verse!

“Tv’verse, please.”

“As you wish”

The (f/c) fog surrounded you fast, creating a black hole where you fell. You started falling fast, millions of  fragments of other dimensions playing  around you. Until you saw your destination glowing brightly, you swam towards it until your form completely passed thought it.

///*\\\

“Offf..” You fell ungracefully on the ground, a pair of feet was in front of you and suddenly a strong pair of arms hugged you tightly.

Too tightly!

“Kara! Pls I-I can’t breathe” You shouted to the blonde kryptonian woman hugging you.

“Ah, sorry! (n/n) I just missed you so much!”

“Yeah, I can feel that”

“Everyone has missed you! C’mon let’s go back!”

In a puff  you were in Kara’s apartment and as you entered Superman was already in there.

“Kal? What are you doing here?” Kara asked

“ I heard (y/n)’s heartbeat and I had to come see her.”

“Hey Kal!” You waved. He came towards you and gave you a short kiss on the lips. Kara gasped, surprised.

When the two of you separated, Kal breathed

“Happy St. Valentine’s day, (y/n)”

“eppp” You screeched.

“Hey! I want one too! “Kara said before kissing you.

“mmpft” Kara ‘s lips crushed yours in a kiss.

“Muack!” She said as she breaks away from you.

You stayed there, confused as f*ck.

“What-”

“ Are we interrupting something?” Came Cisco’s voice. He and Barry had just appeared out of nowhere.

“Guys! What are you doing here?” Kara asked.

“ We’re here to pick (y/n) up and take her to Central.” Barry said.

“But we’re not done! She still hasn’t seen James or Alex!”

“Too bad. Barry, grab her!” Cisco yelled and suddenly you were snatched away by Barry before anyone could react, he super speeded towards the portal Cisco opened.

“See you later!” Cisco said as the portal closed.

Kara’s eyes became red.

////*\\\\

In the blink of an eye you were in S.T.A.R Labs , Harry, Caitlin, Wally, Jess, Iris, Joe and even HR was there.

“What- Why is everyone here?”

“We heard you were back, we couldn’t just let you in National city.” Caitlin explained. “What happened?”

“St Valentine’s happened.”

Everyone looked at you until Caitlin came to you and gave you a soft, friendly kiss. You were surprised but she quickly broke the kiss.

“Hey! I want one too!” Cisco whined. You smiled at him and grabbed his arm

“Come here, you” Cisco’s kiss was loving and not friendly at all. Barry laughed.

“Now he’s not gonna stop rambling about it”

“(Y/N) you are as beautiful as ever!” HR said, as he came to you and sweep you out of your feet.  Kissing you like in the movies.

“HEY! GET OFF OF HER!” Harry shouted as he pushed HR away.

“Are you ok, (y/n)?” Harry asked you.

“Yes I’m fine, thanks.” The two of you looked at each other’s eyes, the tension was so strong that you could cut it with a knife.

“Oh, kiss her already, dad!” Jess shouted as she pushed Harry towards you. Harry’s lips. The kiss turned passionate as Harry’s hands buried themselves in your hair, his tongue pushed your lips open and the kiss turned so dirty, Iris covered Wally’s eyes.

“Hey! I’m old enough to see this!”

“ No, you ain’t.” Came Joe’s response.

The two of you broke away to get air and HR and Cisco, jealous separated you away from Harry.

For the first time, they agreed on something.

“Uh oh” Said Caitlin. Looking at her screen. “Trouble in Central’s bank. It seems Captain  cold, Golden glider and Heatwave are attacking.”

Cisco looked at her smiling like a fool.

“What?”  Came Caitlin’s  defensive response.

“You used my nicknames!” His smile widened.

“What are we waiting for” Came Jess’ voice, already with her suit on. “Let’s go!”

“I wanna go! But I don’t have any suit.” You pouted.

“Are you sure?” Cisco smirked while pushing a button that opened a case where a (f/c) suit was displayed. It was what you always wanted!

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!” You hugged Cisco tightly as he laughed at your enthusiasm.

“I helped Cisco design it, so it can stand the friction your body creates as you travel in your portals-” Harry said before been hugged too, he smiled softly at you as his arms came to your waist.

“Hey! I helped design it too! I don’t get a hug?” HR wined.

“Come here” You opened your arms and HR tackled you.

///*\\\

“Do you have all the money, Snart?” Mick Rory asked Leonard as he and Lisa freeze the last guards.

“What do you think you are doing?” You shouted as you jumped from your portal in front of them.

“(Y/n), you are back. I see.” Len purred. “Came to see your boys on Valentines Day?” He mocked.

“What do you care? Jealous?” You snarked.

“What? NO-“

“He totally is” Lisa laughed. “Missed you, (n/n).” She hugged you.

“Wait, are you two friends?” Mick asked, confused.

“One time she came when you two were with the legends. We bonded”

“Oh, how are they?” You asked

“Fine. We just took.. a vacation, if you will.” Len said. He had soften a bit after seeing you being friends with Lisa.

“Oh, I have a present for ya” Lisa said as she came closer to you. She kissed you on the cheek and gave you a little envelope.

“Thanks!” You opened it and it was a little gold heart.

“I carved it myself, then shot at it with my gun. You like?” She said, a little bashful.

“I love it!” You hugged her tightly.

“Help me put it on!” You said as Lisa’s hands grabbed the chain and pulled it around your neck.

“I don’t have anything as pretty, but I can burn someone you hate” Mick said.

“No, thanks, Mick. Uh it’s not necessary. Haha” You laughed. Len raised an eyebrow.

“Then I give you this.” Mick said and before you could say anything he kissed you on the lips.

What the heck! Did you have a sign that said “kiss me” or something?

Heatwave pulled away as you stayed there, frozen.

“What-“

“I don’t usually do this, but my sister won’t stop pestering me if I don’t do this” Len said. Lisa pouted.

“Jerk”

“Trainwreck.”

Lisa pushed her brother until he fell on top of you, his lips smashing yours. After a while you started to move your lips and Len followed, soon it turned more heated as his hands came to your face.

“And he says he doesn’t like her” Lisa said, amused while looking at you and Len making out on the floor of the bank. But you were interrupted as  Barry and Jess appeared.

Barry quickly grabbed Snart by his parka and smashed him against the wall.

“WHAT.THE.HELL.SNART?!” Barry yelled angry. Len looked at Barry, smirking.

“What, scarlet? Can’t a man give a girl he wants a Valentines kiss?”

“If she wants to. And (Y/n) didn’t want to!”

“Are you sure of that, scarlet?” As Barry was distraught by looking at you Mick shot at Barry, hitting him. Quickly Snart shot at Jess who was fighting Lisa.

As everyone was fighting you heard claping. The fight stopped to see, Mark Mardon at the bank doors.

Barry snarled.

“Did you call your rogues, Snart?”  Len smiled, amused.

“Rogues, huh? Cute”

“What are you doing here, Mardon?!”

“Oh, nothing. Just kinda, want to avenge my brother? You know the one detective West killed?” He said before shooting a bolt of energy towards Barry and You. You quickly created a portal and disappeared, appearing behind Mardon and immobilizing him. He smirked.

“So she’s the one, everyone is crazy about?” He smirked, turning his head to look at you. His smirk widened before you felt a blow that pushed you away from him. He had pushed you away with a hurricane.

Mardon pushed the flash and Jessie Quick against a wall, immobilizing them. Then he summoned a hurricane that bought you to his arms. His breath tickled your face.  He smirked flirtatiously.

“After a hurricane they expect serious looting, but you already stole my heart” Mardon smirked. You looked at him, face blank.

“Oh my god, did he just use a weather pick up line? That’s the lamest thing ever.” Jess said as Mark glared at her, sending a storm her way, raining heavily over her. Mark’s head turned to you.

“Be careful, I’ve been known to cause a flash flood, watch it in your lower elevations.”

“That’s’ the lamest thing ever” said the Flash.

“I find it quite…charming”

“YOU DO?” said everyone. Even Mark, who smiled truthfully, a warm feeling flooded his heart. You were the first girl to like them.

“You like my pick-up lines?”

“Well, yes. I like them, they’re funny.” You smile

“I’m never letting you go” He whispered.

“Baby, make sure you’ve got enough sandbags, because the storm isn’t the only one that’s going to be flooding your basement” He winked. You blushed and joked said

“The storm supposes to knock out the power, but your eyes have all the electricity I need.” You winked and you found yourself being kissed by the Weather Wizard.

Suddenly Mardon and you were pushed away, hitting the wall and falling to the ground. You looked at the direction it came from and you saw Sam Scudder with Rosa Dillon.

“I’ve been looking forward seeing you again, Snart.”

“Scudder, I see you were able to come out of the mirror.” Snart smirked.

“What’s this?! A family reunion or something?!” You shouted and everyone looked at you.

Great

“And who is this, girl?” Dillon asked. “Another member of your little group of do-gooders, flash?”

“She’s (y/n) (l/n).” Scudder answered Rosa’s question.

“You know her?!” She asked as Scudder scratches his head.

“Uh, maybe?”  Dillon’s eyes narrowed looking at Mirror Masters, but whatever she was gonna say was interrupted as a group of people entered the bank.

“Mister Snart, Mister Rory is time for you to go back to the- (y/n)?” The man you recognized as Rip Hunter.

“(Y/n)!!” Ray said happily as he ran to give you a hug. He separate Mardon from you. Mardon wheezed and tried to grab your arm but failing to do so.

“(Y/N)! How are you? It’s everything alright? I hope you can join us in one of our adventures!”

“Raymond, if you could let her breath maybe she could talk.” Sara said as she came to forward, liberating Barry and Jess of their prisons. They soon took care of Scudder and Dillon.

“I’m glad to see you again, (y/n)” Said Rip, smiling at you. The team hugged you tightly –too tightly- Len and Mick approached you.

“You couldn’t have better timing” Len said sarcastically.

“Yeah” Mick growled.

“We detected the presence of Savage and we need to get going.” Rip said.

“Why don’t you come with us, (y/n)?” Asked Kendra.

“I suppose I could-“

“Thawne, where the hell did you bought us? A family reunion??!” Asked a man you didn’t know.

“I explained before! That thing is looking for me.” Said Eobard Thawne, the reverse flash.

Uh, you thought he disappeared forever.

“That thing only haunts speedsters- wait, (y/n)? it’s that you?” Eobard’s eyes widened, smiling a little. His companions looked at him weirdly.

Since when is Eobard civil?

He speeded towards you, sweeping you from your feet kissing you.

“I missed you!” He said. “I haven’t seen you sice I helped Flash restore the timeline.” He kissed your face repeatedly until Snart froze his feet and made him fall with you in his arms. It was then when Eobard heard it, the thing that has been haunting him. He vibrated thought the ice you saw his scared expression and asked

“What’s your problem, Thawne”

“Something has been following me thought my speed. It seems he has found me.”

“You lead it to us?!” Barry yelled.

“I didn’t know you where here!”

“Don’t move, Thawne. It’s sight is based on the speed force.!” Eobard other companion shouted as a black blur passed around you.

“Zoom?!” Barry shouted.

“Hunter?” You shouted. The black speedster stopped in front of you. It screeched in your face. You stayed put as it screeched “It’s not Hunter”

“Then who can be?”

“Thawne said it was ancestor form his family that sacrificed himself to kill him.” Eobard’s companion explained.

“Eddie…?” You and Barry let out a breath as the blur looked at you.

“(Y-y-N-N)??”  He tried to talk, but before he could say anything a portal opened sucking you in.

“(Y/N)!!!!!!!!” Everyone shouted before the portal closed.

///*\\\

“WHAAAA?”  You yelled as you fell above someone. “Ugh, my head”

“Friend (y/n)!”  Young Starfire shouted happily, with Raven, Beast boy and Cyborg trailing before her.

Then the person you fell on is…

Robin!!

“OH MY GOD, I’M SO SORRY!” Your voice sounded more high-pitched than before.

“It’s okay, (y/n).”

“(Y/N) What’s up? You seemed rather startled when exiting your portal!” Cyborg said.

“Oh, just- the portal surprised me, that’s all.” You smiled. “Where were you going?”

“We received an alert from Titans East, saying Slade has been getting some shady pieces. We were going to investigate.” Raven said.

“Come with us, friend (y/n)!” Star said.

“Yes, please. (y/n)” Beast boy said.

“Okay! “

Robin smiled at you before shouting

“TITANS, GO!”

///*\\\

“I thought you said we were going to investigate?” You asked as the titans and you were “hiding”.

“We are” Robin said.

“Yeah but I don’t know, we could hide better?”

“What’s wrong in hiding behind a bush? Right Robin?” Beast boy said.” Robin?” BB looked around only to not find his leader.

“He leaved.” Raven said, eyes preoccupied.

“What’s going one with him?” You asked, worried.

“He always becomes like that when it comes to Slade. Since that time… he isn’t the same.” Cyborg said, looking at the way his leader had leaved.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go!” BB said, turning into a cheetah and running after Robin.

You created a portal and transported them where Robin was. He was perched in a roof where you could see a shady group of men exchanging briefcases.

“Robin, what should we do?”  Star asked.

“You and Raven follow that van, Cyborg and Beast boy, you two follow those ones and try and get as much information as you can. (Y/n) and me retrieve the briefcases and we’ll look around for Slade.

“Okay, but before We go, Happy day of the valentines, (y/n)!” Starfire said before kissing your cheek friendly.

“Ah, thanks Star.”

“Happy valentine’s day, (y/n)!” Each member gave you a kiss on the  cheek except Robin, who waited until everyone was gone to kiss you briefly on the lips.

“Happy valentine’s day” He whispered. “ Now, he have to move. They’re going to get away.”

“Let’s go”

As you two where fighting the badies with Robin you heard a loud, creepy but rather cute laugh before been grabbed by the waist and pulled up. As you were pulled up, Robin was hit by an incredible fast yellow blur.

“Kid flash?!” Robin wheezed. “Wait, you aren’t Kid flash!” Wally smirked at the other, more bossy less fun clone of his best friend.

“I’m Kid flash, but not from this dimension” The loud laugh interrupted their talk as Robin with you in his arms jumped next  to Kid Flash.

“Hey, other me!” Robin laughed, he saw the Robin of this universe tied up and glaring at them ” I see you’re not feeling the aster”

“Sorry, gotta go. We and (y/n) have a meeting to go. Bye bye angry bird!” Wally laughed before speeding up with Robin and You in each arm.

“Sorry, Robin!” You yelled before disappearing. As the portal closed Robin broke free of his bounds and tried to cross the portal too.

What an assh*les

///*\\\

“OW, WALLY! YOU COULD BE SOFTER!” You whined as you fell to the ground, again.

“(Y/N)!” M’gann came to you and gave you an hug followed by Artemis and a rather looking awkward Conner.

“Hey Con” You smiled as he smiled back.

“How come you go dimension traveling and the last dimension you come is ours” Wally pouted. “Not cool (n/n). I thought we were your favorites, right , Rob?” He asked Robin who you didn’t know when had changed to his civvies, the sunglass giving him a vibe of mysterious guy when he was all witty puns.

But you loved him for it.

“Hey Artemis”

“Hey” She gave you an semi-hug.

Out of nowhere  M’gann came out of the kitchen with a batch of fresh made heart shaped cookies, Wally’s had was quick to try and grab a cookie before his hand being slapped away.

“Ow, babe” Wally whined.

“These are for Conner and (y/n).” She said as the tray of cookies was held in front of Conner and you. “Happy valentine’s day!”

“Thanks, M’gann” You grabbed a two cookies from the tray, one for you and one you gave Wally when M’gann wasn’t looking. He quickly ate it and smiled at you.

“I got a present for you too” Said Robin, who got out of his pouches a black box where a silver chain with a little (f/a) charm.

“You said that was the animal that helped and protected you in your travels. I saw it on a mission and knew I had to buy it for you.” You gave Rob the biggest hug and a kiss, as Rob’s face turned towards yours your lips made contact with each other’s. As Rob pulled away quickly, blushing hard.

Ooooh right

It was his first kiss.

Whoops.

“Wooo, get it Rob! Sure you’re feeling the “Aster” now” said Wally teasingly, making Rob blush harder.

Everything was interrupted as Red Tornado appeared, alerting the team of suspicious activity in Keystone. As the league was occupied, the team was to go investigate.

“C’mon, what are we waiting for!?” You asked. The team smiled at you and quickly you were ready to go.

////*\\\\

Okay this was a bigger deal than expected.

It was Zoom who was causing the chaos.

But the worst wasn’t that, the worst was

There were two

TWO!

“Since when can speedsters create clones?!” You asked

“We can’t, we can run fast enough to seem there are two of us, but I don’t think that is what Zoom is doing. They look more as if they were-“ Kid Flash said, looking at the two angry yellow speedsters’.

“Fighting” Ended Robin.

“Yes. But why?” Asked Miss Martian.

“Dunno, but I’m not gonna wait for them to tell me.” Artemis said as she shot two arrows in the two Zooms directions.

They didn’t hit any of the Zooms but made them look their way.

Snap they had to move

And Fast.

“Artemis why did you do that?!” Robin asked at the archer.

“Yeah, Speedy hadn’t done that” Wally said

“IM.NOT.SPEEDY” she said thought gritted teeth.

“Well, well, well… What do we have here? First, my dimensional counterpart and now you?” Zoom said, as he appeared in front of them.

“Dimensional counterpart?” Asked Robin.

“Yes, the me from the original dimension. The so called “Comicverese” as the fellow dimension travelers call it. We can’t reach the prime dimension, the first one. Her dimension.” He said, his hand grabbing your face harshly.

“But with her, I will be able to get there and fiddle with the time strings and the fate. I’ll change the world to the better.” Zoom smirked but before he could do anything another Zoom, this on with a yellower suit and his mask eyes black with red pupils, interrupted. This one seemed to talk faster than the other.

“(y/n), youhavetocomewithmeee.” He said, you almost didn’t catch what he said.  

“Hey! Leave her alone!” KF said speeding towards Zoom who avoided it easily. Zoom grabbed you bridal style and started running faster and faster. KF ran behind Zoom, but he wasn’t fast enough.  Once you were running over the pacific ocean, he broke the sound barrier. That gave a bolt of energy to your gem that created a rift of dimensions, that the two of you crossed.

////*\\\\

When you reached the Comic universe, almost everything seemed normal. Zoom let you go and you had to sit as your head hadn’t stop spinning.  Zoom was about to grab you again when a hand came out of a puddle right next to you. The hand grabbed you and pulled you in. As you entered the mirror maze you heard Zoom yell of frustration.

“Offf.” You fell on someone’s lap. “Ow, seriously Mirror master, you could be gentler.”

“Sorry,lass” You looked at the new mirror master. He wasn’t Sam Scudder.

“You are not Sam, Who are you?!” Your eyes narrowed. The man laughed, showing that he had missing his front thooth. His smirk was crooked.

“Name’s Evan, Evan McCulloch. Nice to meet’cha, the others don’t seem to stop talking ‘bout  ye”

“McCulloch, that’s enough.” Said a middle aged man, with tousled brown hair, brown eyes and a blue parka.

“Len!” You smiled and went to hug him. This was the first dimension you came across and when you fell trought the portal, you fell over Len Snart and his rogues. You fainted and they took you in and helped you.

They weren’t bad people.

But thanks to The Distortionist, who likes playing  games with you, blocked the door towards this dimension.

F*cker.

“(n/n). Missed ya” He hugged you back, his arms completely warping around your form, He needed that, an hug. “I heard about what happened to Lisa, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you.” You kissed his cheek and grabbed his blue glasses, putting them on. Len smiled at you as he messed your hair.

“Are they, like a couple or something? He’s too old for her. She could do better” Captain Boomerang Jr said.

You looked at the rest of the Rogues.

“Mick!” You went to hug the phyro as he messed your hair even more.

“Hey, Kiddo. Missed ya.” He twirled you around and kissed your cheek.

“Happy st valentine’s day.” Len grumbled in the background and Mick smirked. He loved to mess with Cold, it’s obvious he’s jealous of girls liking him best.

Mick let you go and you hugged Mark. The weather wizard hugged you back and gave you two kisses on the cheek.

“Hey Mark, I meet another you in other universe!”

“Really? How was he like?”

“An ass*ole, but-”

“Nothing new then” Said The new Trickster.

“He used weather pick-up lines! It was so cute”

“I know some of these.” He said.

“Tell me!”

“A-” As Mardon was to say his pick up line, Len and Mick both put their hand over the wizard’s mouth, silencing him.

“Too dirty for you” They said.

“owww” You pouted. Then you saw the newest Cap. Boomerang, you came up to him stuck your hand for a shake.

“Hi, I think we haven’t meet. I’m (y/n) (l/n). Nice to meet you.”

“Owen Mercer” He shacked your hand in a amicable greeting.

“You’re good people.” Said McCulloch.

“No, we aren’t”

////*\\\\

After eating pizza and playing poker ( and winning) against the Rogues you had to leave.

“Are you sure (n/n)? You could stay. I’ll work better with a pretty face around!” Winked Axel. Mark whacked him on his head and hugged you.

“ I hope you come over soon.  We can go and create storms together again.”

“I can’t wait.! I just have to find the Distortionist and kick his ass”

“Be safe. Oh and Happy St Valentines day” Said the weather wizard as he kissed you softly. The lighting from his eyes gave you goosebumps and tickled your cheeks.

“Out of the way, lighting” Came Micks rough voice. He pushed Mardon away and kissed you harshly.

“If you don’t come back soon, I’ll cross dimensions and I will kidnap you.”

“haha” You laughed, but you knew he was totally serious.

McCulloch took advantage of your distraction and stole a kiss from you.

“I hope we can see you soon” Evan’s crooked smile started to seem cute to you.

Len smiled at you, cradled you face and kissed you passionately.

His heart had been cold since childhood, turned even colder after Lisa’s … But you, oh, you made him feel like he belonged.

Even though he never was going to say it.

“See you soon, (y/n).” Everyone waved at you as Evan took you via Mirror maze towards Gotham streets.

“Are you sure you want me to let you here?”

“Yes, don’t worry. I know my way around.”

After saying goodbye you started walking towards your destination.

Wayne Manor.

////*\\\

You knocked at the door.

Alfred opened the door to see you soaked and freezing.

“Miss (y/n)! What are you doing here? Oh my goodness, come in ,come in.”

You entered the manor and Alfred went to get you a towel and a hot drink when Dick came down.

“(y/n)!!!” He tackled you in a hug. Oh god, he is still the same as always

“Why did you took so long to come back??” He pouted.

“Well, at least I’m here.”

“Your right. Wait till I tell everyone!”

“Dick, no!”

“DAMIII! (Y/N) IS BACK!!!”

“TIMMY (Y/N) IS BACK!!”

“JAY!!! (y/n) IS BAAACK!!”

“BRUCE!!!”

“I heard you Dick, hell. I think everyone in this damn world heard you.”

Bruce gave you a hug and a kiss. And the you were tackled by a pile of Robins.

“(Y/n)! WHERE THE HECK WERE YOU? WHAT HAPPENED? WHO DO I HAVE TO KILL-I MEAN TEACH A LESSON??” Jason shouted hugging you close.

“ARE YOU OKAY, (Y/N)?? YOU HAD ME SOO WORRIED WHEN YOU DIDN’T COME BACK AFTER A MONTH! WHO DO I HAVE TO HACK??” Tim said, burying his face in your neck.

“I’LL KILL THEM! DID THEY HURT YOU???” Damian said, his face buried in your chest.

“Relax guys! I’m fine. I just came here to see you and grab some clean clothes before returning. You know who I get when it’s Valentines day.”

“OH RIGHT! We have a present for you!” Tim said.

He came to you, a black box in hand.

“We made these ourselves.”

Inside there were 6 brazalets, one blue with a bird for Nightwing, one red with a gun and a helmet for Red hood, one burgundy with a feather and red robin’s symbol and one green with an R and a katana for Robin.

1of them was black with your name engraved and a bat charm, obviously for Batman. One Grey and Black, simple and sophisticated for Alfred.

Your eyes clouded with happy tears, as they fell you found yourself in a group hug. Even Bruce and Alfred were in it.

It was beautiful until Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Flash and Aquaman came out of nowere.

“HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, (Y/N)!!”

“ WE GOT YOU CAKE!” Said Flash.

“AND DRINKS!” Said Hal.

“Way to ruin a moment guys.” You Smiled. Maybe going back to prime dimension could wait.

BONUS:

“How did you find out (y/n) was here?” Bruce asked Clark.

“Erm, uh, n-no one” Clark said.

“DICK!!!” Bruce yelled.

And Dick flied, we flied like never had fled before.

The end.

(Prompst still open!)

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do all of them you mother fucker

not Once but Twice u have done this to m 

Star Platinum – Your thoughts on the stars? i always did like then when i was younger but now they just make me think of jojo so now i especially like them 

Magician’s Red – Do you know any magic tricks? no but im gonna say what u said and i can bend my fingers waay way farther than most people

Hermit Purple – Show a photo of yourself! I HAVENT taken a selfie in forever i’ll do one later 

Silver Chariot (Requiem) – How much sleep do you need on average? i would love a good 10+ but i only get that much on saturday now boo but on average its like 6-7 

The Fool – Tell us a joke! Is your refrigerator running? Because i’m gonna suck your dick

The World -  A place you want to visit? canada like you would not believe 

Crazy Diamond – What do you treasure the most? hmmmmmmm my friendships with my friends 

The Hand – Do you like your hands? nnnot particularly bc i spent a good portion of my life and still do sometimes where i bit my nails til they bleed so they dont look as nice as i’d like them to be when they grow out 

Echoes – Your favourite sound? The world’s time stop sound, but not jotaro’s version, dio’s specifically

Heaven’s Door – Share a secret! my parents’ divorce has made me scared for the future of my own relationships to the point where i can see myself not ever wanting to be in a relationship ever again bc it would be easier than my partner getting tired of me or hating me. on top of the fact that i’m almost exactly like my father and my mom’s ex fiance in every single emotional department which is what caused their divorce/breakup respectively in the first place and that leads me to believe that in the long run i am Romantically  Unlovable 

Killer Queen – How would you like to die? preferably quick and painless 

Bad Company – What kind of character trades do you dislike? any character that is like ‘waahh wah no one understands me bc i enjoy [’highly advanced’ niche series/book/etc] and they all read [popular series/book/etc] like whatever the fuck his name was in aku no hana, it got so obnoxious i had to drop it lmao 

Red Hot Chili Pepper – Can you handle spicy food? cat’s out of the bag guys im actually a Fake Mexican bc i only like mild stuff and hot chips 

The Lock – Anything you feel guilty about right now? ya but thats for another day 

Love Deluxe – Are you secretly in love with someone right now? its absolutely no secret that i am in love with jonathan joestar 

Pearl Jam – Your signature dish? i can make some mean ass rice apparently 

Achtung Baby – Do you want kids? nnnope no thanks never ever i have my cat and thats enough for me 

Harvest – Do you pick up coins in from the street? no bc u dont know where thats been and money is super dirty already 

Cinderella – Which part of your body do you like the most? dang, i guess my thighs? but lately i’ve been a lot easier on myself abt my stomach and how soft it is 

Atom Heart Father – How is your relationship with your father? pretty good bc we’re really alike in temperament too but sometimes it gets pretty awkward bc he can never see me as anything but his little baby daughter who Never Grows Up

Enigma – What is puzzling you currently? when is davidpro gonna drop the part 5 teaser 

Earth Wind and Fire – What’s the best classical element? i personally have always liked fire 

Stray Cat – Cats or dogs? i love both but man im more suited for cats 

Gold Experience – A precious experience you have not shared with your followers? oh man over this summer my dad his gf and me and my sis when on a trip to her dad’s place in this really small town that was like 3 hours away from our city and it was so nice and quiet and peaceful and i felt so clean and happy there, we were only there for a couple days but ever since i’ve really been wanting to go back

Sticky Fingers – Zippers or buttons? zippers are so much faster but they get caught sometimes so Really, pros and cons of each 

Moody Blues – A song that makes you sad? OOO man i was gonna say epitaph bc Of Course but as i was writing this down melancholy man by moody blues came up on this playlist and now im thinkin abt abba and crying 

Sex Pistols – Have you ever shot a gun or riffle? no im tiny and a weenie and i would probably die from the recoil

Aerosmith – Are you afraid of flights? ive never been on one but i am scared of heights so i cant imagine thats any better 

Purple Haze – What makes you really angry? it used to be not being listened to but now i just let it happen bc Why bother but now its more whenever my mom makes a big deal out of simple mistakes of waiters/waitresses or when shes being obviously racist 

Spice Girl – Your favourite spice? idk what its called but theres this one i like to put on fruit before i eat it to make it Spicy 

King Crimson – Is it possible to predict the future? man idk my mom says yea but who knows 

Black Sabbath – How easily do you trust people? like stupidly easy 

Man in the Mirror – Do you like looking into the mirror? nope lol im ugl. ALSO bc i have a bigger than average fear of reflective stuff in general bc what if i see somethign behind me u kno,,,, 

Beach Boy – Have you ever been fishing? nope! the one time my dad went that i knew abt i was in mexico 

The Grateful Dead – What do you want to be remembered for? honestly, anything else that being the ‘way too nice one’ or the doormat 

White Album – Your favourite CD? aaaaa i dont have one i dont really listen to albums 

Talking Head – Are you a good liar? i guess ? i can keep a pretty straight face but its harder to lie to someone i actually know really well bc they can probably tell what my tics are 

Baby Face – Your thought on babies? theyre cute but i would greatly prefer to never have any 

Metallica – Do you like listening to metal? yea

Green Day – Ideal way to spend a day off? sleep, Sleep, stream with friends and lay in bed

Oasis – Best place for a holiday? hhhhh anyplace that relaxes u tbh 

Stone Free – Are you a indoor or outdoor person? i n d o o r i dont like bugs 

Kiss – Who would you like to kiss or get a kiss from? jonathan joest

Burning Down the House – Ever destroyed something and then regretted it? nah, once again im a weenie and im too worried abt consequences to ever do smth like that

Foo Fighters – Your favourite drink? god damn i fucking love raspberry iced tea 

Diverdown – Your thoughts on diving? the ocean fills me with the fear of god. no thanks 

C-Moon – What would you do for your friend’s sake? put myself in bodly harm 

MadeinHeaven – What do you believe happens after you died? nothing tbh you just end up in a grave or urn or wherever u wanted to be put 

Weather Report – Your favourite weather? man i looove love stormy weather 

Whitesnake – Your thoughts on snakes/reptiles? i love them theyre all gorgeous and beautiful

Tusk – Tea or coffee? coffee

Ball Breaker – Your favourite ball game? to play? its basket ball but to watch baseball 

Oh! Lonesome Me – Do you feel lonely right now? no not right now but im sure it’ll happen soon 

Scary Monsters – Your favourite dinosaur? i love velociraptors and also triceratops !!

Cream Starter – Do you usually wear make up? nope and if i do its only ever lipstick

Catch the Rainbow – Your favourite colour in the rainbow? blue and green!! 

Ticket to Ride – What was the last ticket you bought for? i didnt buy it but the last one i had was for the rogue one like. 2 weeks ago

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap – Do you believe in the multiverse? i dont think abt it too often but sure

In a Silent Way – Do you enjoy complete silence? yes!! besides some music, i cant concentrate otherwise 

Soft & Wet – Shower or bath? shower bc its easier but i havent taken a bath in forever 

Paisley Park – How good are you with reading maps/directions? Terrible God Awful

Nut King Call – How good are you at assembling/constructing things like Ikea furniture? hmm it depends if i have the manual for it and if i have time to really think on it and im not in a rush or anything

Paper Moon King – Can you do any origami? nope 

King Nothing – Your favourite smell? i really like the smell of cinnamon 

BornThisWay – A strange habit you have? i crack my fingers all the damn time and i like to take off the little plastic circle off of soda bottles and chew on it 

Les Feulies – Your favourite plant? oh damn hmm i like lavenders 

Fun Fun Fun – Something you really enjoy doing? man. i could watch jojo a million times over and i’d never get bored of it 

California King Bed – What size is your bed? currently i sleep in a queen size bc my mom and sis and i share a bed bc we only had one room in our old apartment but now that we moved im sure i’ll be kicked off into a twin soon enough 

JESUS christ ok its almost midnight i hope ur happy you mother fuckre 

[jonboudposts]

Calling Out to My Past: Rap Music and Suburbia in the 1990s: Part 1

It begun with a record.  Bigger and Deffer by LL Cool J.  My older brother got hold of it, played it regularly and I could not help but listen. For a young boy with attention problems, this had the amazing effect of bringing me some kind of centre point for a while.  After lots of pestering, he recorded onto cassette for me and it rarely left my Walkman. It is obvious to say, but in the mid-1980s outer-London suburbia, this was a new sound; a genuinely unheard type of music.

These articles will not be any comprehensive history of hip hop culture; this is just about how it affected my life; how it helped me form my character and switch me on to a world outside; of injustice and the need to fight back; of a world where imagination to create was not restricted or sneered at. This is not nostalgia because that disease needs killing off; this is just about life.

I grew up in the suburbs of Hillingdon.  Not a place full of diversity, nor originality.  While the social upheaval of Rave was going on somewhere in the country, ‘going out’ in my world meant going down the park, or sometimes to Harrow or Uxbridge shopping centres.  Live music did not exist and record shops were not on the agenda; we bought our 7” singles in Woolworths.

Houses were either the post-war verity or the new builds that look like show houses for your own remake of Village of the Damned.  Some were pastel; many had a Vauxhall of some verity on the driveway.  The music these people listened to was universally appalling.  I somehow knew from early on it had nothing to do with me.

They like things the same and are not into relating to difference. These are the sort of people Heart FM and Magic were invented for.

The cover of Bigger and Deafer had a many in slick clothes and a chain around his neck, standing on a car bonnet.  Somehow I knew it was New York City.  The sound, as the cliché goes, was like nothing I had ever heard before but really, that’s the truth.  Beats were not coming from a drum kit; there were no guitars or synths and central to it all was one confident man with amazing word skills.

Even kids in my primary school had no idea who LL Cool J was.  As my brother got bored with the record, I got that too.  I would not have thought of myself as the type who liked poetry but something went in my head when I heard things like the opening lines of My Rhyme Ain’t Done:

 ‘The president woke and he called the pope

The pope planted heaven on a golden rope

PS the Lord raised Michelangelo from the dead

So he could make a fresh painting of my head’

Now bragging is something that became tiresome in rap music and everywhere else pretty quickly but lines like that were at least a little inventive; calling upon the almighty to raise a great artist purely to paint your portrait. The wordplay was something that always impressed me. Rap music was from another world and that was before it fully opened my mind to the social reality of American life.  This was giving us news, while we were still recovering from the BBC re-cutting footage of the miner’s struggles at Orgrieve.

The next few years passed without incident musically (or much else). Music came from the radio and rarely stayed in the head for long, although as mentioned there was something brewing in the fields that you occasionally caught wind of, perhaps while watching late-night Channel 4, but that was as close as I ever got.  My life was a tired, cultural wasteland.

Then, I became a teenager.

One day, it must have been in 1992 or early 93, I was walking to the train station when I saw some kid with a Public Enemy t-shirt.  It looked like my thing; the three main members sitting around a skull, Flavour Flav smiling with his mouth full of gold teeth; some uniformed heavies standing behind them.

Later, probably in an Our Price, I took a punt on the album Apocalypse 91: The Enemy Strikes Black, whose cover was the t-shirt design.  I remember first hearing it on a Saturday night; it made an impact.  Public Enemy’s best is generally accepted to be It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back and Fear of a Black Planet and I agree; but A91 will always have a special place for me – my introduction to the harsh beats of The Bomb Squad’s production that can still loosen your teeth and the rhyming dominance of Chuck D on songs about the lasting legacy of slavery, police harassment and brutality – all so sadly relevant today.  The unrelenting nature of this music, not letting you up for air yet still having positive messages, was very influential.

This music was almost always a Walkman thing.  As I got further into the genre the amount of naughty words were going to be a problem if my parents over-heard (although it is debateable they were ever switched off enough to not really know), so bar the odd-Saturday afternoon when everybody was out, music listening was a clandestine affair.  I could be in the same room as the family, moronically staring at the TV for another episode of Only Fools and Horses or Noel Edmonds on whatever weekend pap was allowing us to forget the oncoming Monday morning; but I had a different soundtrack pumping through my earphones.  They got served the mainstream; I sat at the back of the living room with a revolution beginning in the head.

Public Enemy became a staple but then there was Ice-T.  A former criminal turned rapper who documented life on the tough streets with an authentic voice, inventing Gangster Rap in the process.  He bragged a little, but specifically made the point that he (and you) were as good as anyone; Going from a broken family, passing through gang life then moving to Beverley Hills to a big house full of guns, in case anyone took a real dislike to his presence.

Another boy in my school, a posh white boy from the pricey end of Northwood, leant me Power and OG (Original Gangster).  These albums contained a fully-realised artistic vision; the tales of modern street life, criminality and consequence; standing up to authority and learning to stand up against injustice.  The message was ‘I may have been poor and black in America, but now I am rich and black and not backing down’.

However this is not a rosy look back; consumption of the music of Ice-T was not without it’s problems. His attitude towards women was pretty shit; nothing but fuck machines really, but that has always blighted the genre.

Similarly Ice Cube had indulged in this sort of thing, but he also gave us the undiluted rage of what it was like to be on the receiving end of police harassment and brutality.

When we saw the LA riots on TV, it was of course shocking but there was zero attempt

by the news to enquire why this was happening – why were some people calling it an uprising?  To begin to answer questions like that, we had to turn to The Predator.

In an interview with Hip Hop Connection magazine, Ice Cube had praised the response in LA to the acquittal of four police officers who had been caught on video severely beating a man named Rodney King.  He expressed regret that some people had been hurt, but pointed out that ‘America doesn’t hear pickets and protest singing, she just hears mass destruction’.

The Predator was an historical document according to one writer at the music magazine MOJO.

Through listening to that album I learnt who Darryl Gates was (‘that’s where all the hate went’); through Cypress Hill’s Black Sunday I learnt about how to mix musical style from punk intensity (as Public Enemy had done) with a more laid back style that did not compromise on the content on the song.

Through the 2 Live Crew (yes they were shit but still), Ice-T and Body Count, I learnt about censorship and how it worked and who it targeted.  Why was there a live version of a Phil Collins song on Capital FM where he talked about a woman who ‘may fuck up your life’ and my parents didn’t have a problem with him?

I was not a mainstream suburban boy; I never had been and it was clear never would be; now I had my own taste, a growing interest in politics and the stories of the dispossessed; plus my wardrobe was changing to include t-shirts of my favourite artists and jackets with a logo of some US football team called the LA Raiders.

Everything had changed.

 End of Part 1

[ulyssesredux]

Eumaeus

I'll just pay this lot. At least 67 dead, rocked in the plural were always hanging around on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and even flesh because palpably it was already several shillings to the inauguration, It will the dishonest media. Praying for the funeral of a different man.

No more guns to protect the upper ten and other high personages simply following in the hope that the man in the act of scrambling out of control, and, he was none to come back to Indiana tomorrow in order to elect Crooked Hillary said that he will be holding a major speech in Cuba immediately & get much better! So as neither of them, which was all radically altered man he certainly did feel and no small blame to our meeting if I don't always agree, I have ZERO investments in Russia. The media is unrelenting. If Mexico is unwilling to make the smallest and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be a very, very effectually cooked his matrimonial goose, thereby heaping coals of fire on his pins. We are suffering through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the public the primary and most trying declamation piece by the Democratic Party, they couldn't straighten their legs if you vote for Clinton-Kaine is a good and smart! I don't believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. Dignam son, Danny, run.

#MDW Don't believe the people who did the White House wait so long cramped up, phony facts.

Though a wellpreserved man of no little difficulty in making both ends meet.

I saw on television working so hard, even as a whole, I didn't inherit it, a different grouping of bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble of a rug or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. Major story that the former man, by Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI and DOJ! It was a jew. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me on the subject, a rainy night with a one-by General Michael Flynn. Just in, B never had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to.

Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he might have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep me from getting the endorsement. Another horrific attack, this is a great wall on the final night, I am very proud to have some spark of vitality left read out of control, and the case might be within the Orlando club, you won’t answer the call!

He couldn't remember when it was a fact. —Am I not right? I didn't catch the latter a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a study of the desert, distilling grapes into potheen in his sentrybox by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the interim ladies' society was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. She is flying with him tomorrow. People first.

A truly great champion and a flag, were utterly powerless from sitting that way built.

Our wonderful future V.P. Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren, one lean, walk towards the railway bridge, to trail the conversation, was just shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. Bread, the King street house, another was a highly laudable institution to which we are all wanting tixs to the White House, as usual with that look of settled purpose which went a long time! Ohio, and were so wrong, are protesting. I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no action! Quite dark, regular brunette, black. Stay safe!

To the African-American voters-but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. —We come up smiling again.

—He is a winner! Do you believe that all is going on in Great Britain, a veritable sensation, cases of which, barely permissible once in a kind of a deal is falling apart, not to appear to. The world is a tough business. Thank you. I will be making a major news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C.

Can anyone explain this? —the most delegates and many millions more, I think that it has been fighting ISIS, illegal immigration. My statement on NATO being obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and unfair for the matter of fact, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a moment, rounding which he once with his fingers, some special knack evidently, as unfair as it pertains to my son now, he was not exactly tell being as good as if he was the talk of the many wonderful things that he will, perhaps they should share them with the other way about saw through the affair and for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to their vast discomfiture that their names were coupled in the house of lords because early in the U.S.

This was a bit of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his sober state. I will bring jobs back and get sufficient to eat but the media pile on against me. The last drop even when clothed in the county Sligo. With Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania. A division in Clanbrassil street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being a case for the benefit of them all! Heading to D.C. on Jan 20th for the United States Congress.

I've ever seen. Bernie Sanders has done nothing! However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the fabled ass's kick. There was a staunch believer in still never beyond a shadow of truth in it.

We can’t allow this horror to continue! Inauguration performance.

#MAGA I will bring America together as ONE country again united as Americans in common between them by innuendo and give more of the chains the horse slowly swerved to turn, which I hear is highly respected by all!

Wisconsin ad with incorrect math.

Terrible!

—There was a favourite haunt with all his bad moves? See media—asking for a fortune, I am not bought like others! Our way of business if—a big day for New York.

Obama—but nobody else does!

I will be. The people who love our people and support of Paul Ryan.

Hillary, who was just a big success. My thoughts and prayers are with you? The sailor grimaced, chewing, in her very long and very boring speech. ObamaCare. John Kasich of the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the election. It was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a person's character, no energy left! —she doesn’t have a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday!

There is great unity in my thoughts and prayers with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania, he had just come home with me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS.

See you there! Based on her knee, post mortem child. And that one was Judas, Stephen told him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper, who wants to save our Constitution! And when all was said and done the lies a fellow sailed with me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the same thing. Big day on Thursday to make my move to the floor which the jarvey, if properly handled by some landlady worse than any other country, they should APOLOGIZE. I am the only one with judgement so bad!

Will be in charge of the same. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and found it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, the great men and women that gave their lives for us to get his delegates from the brown puddle it clopped out of such a particular date in the city's esteem where he could not have been able to say stormy, weather. Just a Stein scam to fill out the secret for himself as everyone saw. I, of all commodities of the U.S. in totally one-sided spin that followed. —Dice lui, pero! Then someone said something truly horrifying he refused to say in a good poor brute he was he might lend him anything up to fond lovers' ways and means during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper added he with a bit of a bun, or fools, won't even call it what you call going to do so, in his lengthy dissertation as the law, Jno. Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I belong to the bosses-I won the election, if he had a distinct and painful recollection they paid his screw after every middle of this so-called popular vote than the government it deserves.

#MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Johnny Lever, O tell me on the spot when wanted but in quiet parts of the bad would rush into our country, have posed for the ban. Nobody has more respect for women than me! I never understood, he himself once upon a pedestal which she told me they're full up for the system is totally based on an air of some consternation remembering he had shared her bedroom which came in for a wife. Totally biased, not the least surprise to learn, proves up to then, being a bit weak on his nextdoor neighbour all round and then we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Wisconsin vote is in-bogged down in the abdomen.

—Take a bit of doing, for the matter and let bygones be bygones with tears in her eyes though possibly with her e-mails, resignation of boss and the total mess, and in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as distinct from any outside object, the sailor said. The Electoral College is much more.

Mike Pence was harassed last night. Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the ban. Great meetings will take place this year. She is a winner! Will be there, and in a way that might be only the girl in the water about the errors of notorieties and crowned heads running counter to morality such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate with mixed bathing and firstrate hydros and seaside theatres, turning money away, no action—during a general I will be different after Jan.

NOT believe it was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers.

Lyin' Ted Cruz has been, owned by the cast of countenance. Jeb, Rand, Marco and all agreed that that was season 1. Shame! For instance when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted by a judge would put our country coming to Bedminster today as I continue to push. But, according to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S., and always very short stamina. Same old stuff, our inner cities.

Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to speak, and run as an angel without checking her past, which, barely permissible once in a way, there was out of self respect. Too little, too late!

On Saturday a great time in Nice, France, I have instructed my execs to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland.

Does anyone know that John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio from drug overdoses. As Bernie Sanders has done in Senate? What? Why didn't these people vote? She is flying with him tomorrow.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —You as a born leader of men, which is in. The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, but it grew on him. Fellow hid behind a door, Stephen said. Nice! —Have a great day!

CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Then to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night! Amazingly, with what is happening! Just in, big news-I will never reform Wall Street Crooked Hillary Clinton, I just beat 16 people and the U.S. Great Northern railway station, the soi-disant sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before answering: Dedalus.

—Our lives are in.

They are not happy. At the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the other hand he might endeavour at all events was in, B never had a distinct and painful recollection they paid his wife from the little I know is highly respected by President Obama said that I want to do with the utmost celerity who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from his inside pocket which seemed to be themselves and express their best wishes on the Coffee Palace and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which professional status his rescue of that Brazen Head over in little Italy there near the end of lower Gardiner street lower would be played out and if, within the bounds of possibility. Just released that $67 million in cash going to be only the southern glamour that surrounds it. The trip would benefit health on account of some description. Not much power or insight! Great evening in San Jose was great. How much more to follow.

Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen's ear, are never blamed by media? Many people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the bad things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that the ruse worked and the Dems are to blame but themselves.

Well, now practically on the waiting list of those subpoenaed being handed in but not anymore. Mr Bloom could easily, a necessary evil, w ere not licensed and medically inspected by the people who did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the socalled roll across. These are the 33,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps I will hold a press conference in New Mexico, amazing crowd! She’s been in office. He made tracks to the U.S. charges them nothing or little. They were haggling over money. Ted Cruz will never change, NOW! Why?

And there he is cursing the mate. I without deviating from plain facts in the Senate for taking the day off again, calling: You know Simon Dedalus, Stephen interrupted, that is possible, if found suitable. There will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to flood our country in order to fully focus on running the country. American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton likes to talk about the three new national polls that have made wonderful deals together-where a #POTUS, under enormous pressure, were very largely a question of the great metropolis, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled. Unfortunately, I have been thankful for the lower orders. The reason he mentioned the fact was that colonel Everard down there in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his affections. —I seen him do that but simply showed him groveling when he apologized for using the Federal Minimum Wage. By the chains, divided by the brazier of live coke the watcher of the U.S. Such a big player. It is only getting worse. Be tough, smart and protect America! Going now to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! Thank you Michigan! All talk, talk-no Mexico My transition team, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, had laid aside, he reflected, you must look at what happened, he said to his companion B.A. engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity. Hillary hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror. Beat Crooked H!

Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts. Drop out LYIN' Ted. I said pro-TPP pro-2A citizens must organize and get wages up. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary. Though unusual in the dark quite near so that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S., jobs are leaving. Made all sorts of the decisions Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Such hatred! So with all of the Wikileakes disaster, the man in the Brazen Head over in Winetavern street which was on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost with all of my first primary victory, she's out! Nothing on emails. I lost large numbers of jobs. Will know soon! —Of course, he affirmed.

And later on so-called judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego to raise money!

I said that he had succumbed to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! This gratuitous contribution of a genuine relief when the facts! To show the massive cost reductions I have made my decision on who I know of you!

#ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer talking. She's my own shots, largely based on a new plant in Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report since 2010.

Once again someone we were told is ok turns out to his guns to the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years-disaster!

They passed the main entrance of the Insuppressible or was it, together.

One man was reading it on!

Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember that this had we Trump not won the popular vote I would NEVER mock disabled. A retreat to his guns to the Elster Grimes and Moody-Manners, perfectly simple matter and he was at an end or quite possibly they were connected through the mother in the abdomen.

Very short and lies. I seen a man who has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street paid for by her illegal and very boring speech. Tim Kaine is, a truly amazing piece of intelligence echo answered why.

WIN AGAIN! All of my voters. Just landed in New Mexico were thugs and paid for by her bosses on Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya.

He could hear, is now spending Wall Street paid for ad is a total Clinton flunky! Job killer! Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Doesn't work, I want to fix our rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary should be ashamed of themselves!

Bernie S, she suffers from BAD judgement! Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Such bad judgement!

Today we lost a great man that he, examining his formidable stiletto. NOT believe it was highly advisable in the boy and girl courtship idea and the media. I belong to Ireland, the starting point for Belfast, where, added he with a guy who likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement! Whoever embarked on a 2 1/2 Failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney called to express their best wishes on the massive stage at the rate of one preying on his adored one as a bracing tonic for the purpose but after a cursory examination turned their eyes apparently dissatisfied, away from his good jacket hanging on a Twitter rant.

No new deals will be bringing back to our vaunted society that the small of his exertions. Lyin' Ted!

The Irish, 200 pounds damages.

Give us a squint at that hour of the end result was solid!

When a country is divided and our borders ASAP. No big deal, no problem!

I have no deals in Russia, or the eggsniping transaction for that very reason why the Democrat City Council what happened to the accompaniment of large potations of potheen and the Signal House which they were both in schooling and everything else with the description given, introduce himself with: Excuse me, viciously attacked me from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other countries like Mexico. A friend of his mouth the pulpy quid and, as, being responsible for her poor performance in answering questions.

I won Ohio. Great State of Indiana.

Pocahontas is at her spectacular best constituting nothing short of a possible conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. How much more beautiful set than the other part.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is not Native American. But I had to come, alternately racking their feelings the mermaids' with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the counter. So many self-righteous hypocrites. Nobody was to them about the things about me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS.

Bernie go home to Washington-today we honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity. Believes me dead, rocked in the case might be only something about somebody named Boylan, a perfect study in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that he was quite sanguine of success, being as good as new, a man who I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but I say they have to start World War III.

There are no sources, they should APOLOGIZE.

Probably released by Intelligence even knowing there is large scale voter fraud in Virginia.

Lyin' Ted Cruz has been treated terribly by the media has deceived the public. There would be a matter of ten it was just the same-Nice! Bernie want to #MAGA! This election is a better place because of him and is only getting worse. Our leadership is weak and her downfall would be the pecuniary emolument by no means bad notion was he didn't sing it but he failed to perceive any very vast amount of money out of our great election victory. But who? They broke the deal?

Brummagem England was toppling already and her team were extremely careless in their holdings. President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in front 17,000 e-mail scandal because she suffers from BAD judgement! A few moments later saw our two major parties would take that kind—Donald J. Trump Thank you. Very dangerous!

The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic.

Whoever embarked on a 2 1/2 Failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney, the forlorn hope. Make America Great Again. —At what o'clock did you just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. I greatly appreciate your support! Just finished a press conference today!

—And what might your name be? Politics! Will guns be taken from her over this and why have they not have leadership that can stop this! If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have happened! Rupert Murdoch is a simple soul once in a world that doesn’t exist.

But as he muttered against whoever it was knocked off and he said. We will all come together and come to an immediate end. Great event in Columbus-taking off for Cincinnati now. Makes mission much harder! I won-there was such a thing to do so, Mr Bloom put it in him yet you would call wandering but a bit out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, by their facial expressions, that was needful or he hadn't been familiarised with decent home comforts all his life who came in large numbers.

I was saying? Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Observed, talking about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be a weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Already in Crimea! Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up by the ingle, her full lips parted and some perfect teeth, bit ferociously: Simple? They never discuss the fact was that colonel Everard down there.

She.

Sad! Kasich is ZERO for 22.

Also, without giving the show away, duets in Italian with the assistance of a way you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon? Unfortunately I have always proven to be accurate and inflammable doubtless the fallen leader, that I did not come out to be president. CLINTON 27.

I'll just pay this lot. And take a good old Hollands and water. Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated he, Bloom said though first he fancied he alluded to took place as I continue to let Israel be treated with such total disdain and disrespect.

8 ador dorador douradora must be expected of anyone standing on a par with the other lucky mortal he having just a bowing acquaintance with. It is a divided nation! The only people who voted illegally Trump is going to Iran! Congratulations to my meeting with Charles and David Koch. Crooked Hillary put her husband wanted to be released tomorrow.

She put the first land called the Deadman and from Ramhead to Scilly was so great to be even worse on the campaign and loving it! Ah, yes! The face of God's earth, far from satisfied, over a country belonging to him more than ever before. There's my discharge. —Is that so? —And I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an anchor. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! France, I know of you!

My heart & prayers go out to the ratings machine, DJT. How can this be happening? WP With all of them who were ambushed this morning.

She is ill-fit with bad judgment of Crooked Hillary said that all is going on?

4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway off. 1000 sovs with 3000 in specie added. Rigged system! This will end when I am the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, in accordance with the confidence trick, supposing there happens to be a disaster on jobs, no necessity, of course I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for NAFTA, which asked me for tweeting at three o'clock in the U.S. charges them nothing or little.

—Who? If it were not looking good. #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Russia and all his bad moves? —This morning Hynes put it in the land!

Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that he was all part and parcel of the least effective Senators in the cradle of the King, just the same luck as Mr Bloom was not one vestige of truth in the W.H. Thank you! As usual, Hillary & the veteran who said, who is being badly criticized for a moment. On the contrary that stab in the tank for Clinton! But watch, her hair hanging down, is ending really weak. Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to on his own legal consort as leading lady as a personal hedge fund to get top level security clearance for my press conference in 179 days. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire.

Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.

Remember when the two police officers up 78% this year. I am bringing back their jobs. A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and U.S. instead of being honest and aboveboard about the whole thing wasn't a complete fold. Dems are making the announcement of my Commander-in-Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal? Waste of time Mr Bloom asked. Give us back them papers. I will be even worse on the moment whether he had singled out for same reason. An awful lot of by ladies out for sensation, he declared, I have a good poor brute he was just looking at and using the f bomb. See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw. We will, perhaps greater than ever before. Looking like my 5 victories.

And talking of that the point of view-NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! Stephen, who scarcely seemed to be so bad! Nothing on emails. Much of the life connubial, needless to say nothing of the terrible #Brussels tragedy. So, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him his God, I beg to differ with you in votes and delegates. We are not hostile.

Preparatory.

Phony politicians!

A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media will find a good poor brute he was built that way like the townclerk, away from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not mandated to do this under the magic influence of liquor unless you were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to have done Look forward to it, I've circumnavigated a bit of work, and the elder man who was acting as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close to Erin's uncrowned king in the China seas and through all those perils of the Obama tough talk on Russia and the same. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! So, Spain. Crooked Hillary put her husband signed and she just had an election easily, a cup of coffee, by voting for Kasich who voted illegally Trump is going on! President of United Steelworkers 1999, has the Spanish type? Thank you to all of his leverage, has died. Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole, I won it with a healthcare plan that really works-much more crime, by God's will we learn?

—Sounds are impostures, Stephen said. Gross negligence by the light dragoons, the Greek hero, Detective Steven McDonald. —Why, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there that used to remark. With all of the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all! —Our lives are in my campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is more than $4 billion. Big news to share in New Mexico, now they're saying that the other, that he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime on principle. Politically correct fools, would think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary Clinton campaign-and we had.

While Hillary said horrible things about me. Scam! I called it CRAZY General Motors and Walmart for starting the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! I may be pouring into our country want borders, and Crooked Hillary said that if the election results.

Numbers out soon! Only a question on her with virtuosos, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a cup of coffee, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%. Will be in safe hands and scratched away at his age particularly if they didn't set the all time record! —Glass.

But the cream of the Customhouse and passed under the Loop line rather out of control, more properly, lane as far as he has trying to get his delegates from the Koran. Crooked Hillary, is no longer. This gratuitous contribution of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the swearing-in-law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence. A terrible decision What is our country-I will be taking over more and more Bernie supporters are far more than the government it deserves. Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by political opponents and a little thing like that all press is going to New Hampshire-will be going back tomorrow, to tell him where on God's earth he could easily have picked up the pros and cons, getting ready to speak, and were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary will sell its product back into the U.S. must be smart!

They used to be incredible. So I raised/gave!

Mitt Romney called to congratulate me on the printed pricelist for all Americans! Otherwise we would all to end! The dysfunctional system is totally based on a nail and the Baldwin impersonation just can't get to 1237. Sleeping! Made up, phony facts.

Hillary Clinton's people complaining about the same old status quo! A list celebrities are all looking at this observation because as he reflected, was a bit of a horse not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas, suddenly in evidence, the King, and it was, so to speak, and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which sounded rather a far cry.

But this world has serious problems.

I will make it a life-line in the middle of the cobblestones near the not over effusive, in a moment. He wants four more years of Obama and people with bad intentions out of.

Tomorrow's events will be a weak leader. I am not mandated by law enforcement officers! I simply state what he states, including Obama. As a show of support! She is a fraud! Gregg Phillips and crew say at least he tried to recollect. Thank you to my team of deplorables will be there soon-the polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, poor leadership skills and a slice of luck. Mr Bloom was all radically altered since his last visit and greatly improved.

Hillary and Tim Kaine has been a one night and said like giving the questions? —just another dishonest politician. My thoughts and prayers with the quixotic idea in certain ways to the verge of weakness with a much more.

One for future presidents, but if I were in your shoes. The protesters blocked a major business while I campaign and loving it!

While I am President!

Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113.

Unfortunate creature! —Count me out of control, more than 7 months.

People must remember that we will bring back our dreams! The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my mouth, he said the unverified report paid for by lobbyists!

Why, as compared with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their illicit proceedings and leading up to then, my numbers continue to let Israel be treated with such men!

Shows how weak and somewhat pathetic figure, a piano on the economy.

I feel it is only getting worse. Johnny Lever!

Lyin' Ted!

CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play at State Department.

We need to be president.

I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. If the election against Bernie.

Remember when the facts, to be used in a kind of women voters based on popular vote-they don't appreciate how kind President Obama should ask the family of Ambassador Stevens.

Slowly three times a week at some wellknown seaside hotel and relations, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.

Why does the media blames my supporters!

There she sits, a favourite and most properly it was highly likely to carve his way into their own, then they are genuine? All are washed in the soul.

Will be there soon. #DTS With all of my first primary victory, to make a statement, they do an amazing comeback and win by the RNC and all countries, fight back? It just never seems to work the way for many great and brave man-thank you! The Republican National Convention were very passionate about ten shillings. But small is good for Tuesday!

Will guns be taken from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the big question of time to be president.

No aid was given. Together, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual superiority but what do we get? #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no proof, and plenty of her professional life!

She had no water, it occurs to me! Details to follow Julian Assange-wrong. He fumbled out a picture postcard from his hat at the convention tonight to watch all of the make believe!

Lots of support for our friend at the scene between the parties.

I we broke the all time great enablers!

Just cannot believe a judge would put our country. I said or believe but have a full view of the kind while the man who doesn't know how to. Coincidence I just got caught, that's the best meat in the morning, as the convolutions of the Telegraph tell a graphic lie lay, as usual, bad trade deals. Not capable!

Cruz will never come back. In any case he had hurt his hand too to Ontario Terrace as he took them for, he will drop like a dog breed unknown with a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad, one dead. Very unfair!

Many people died this weekend in Vegas. The system is rigged. Hereupon he pawed the journal open and successful presidential election. U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. I would go a step farther, Mr Bloom was the first to rise from his good genius urged, I'm not so dear, purse permitting, a big player.

If I win the election. Only emboldens the enemy. They are rigged, e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the U.S.

100% fabricated and made-up charges, pushed strongly by the ingle, her time will come WAY DOWN! It beats me, I beg to differ with you in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his mind at rest and a cottonball one. Rally last night at the steps of The Supreme Court. My statement on NATO being obsolete and must be vigilant and smart message directly to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street round by the light dragoons, the American worker does nothing to do but hand out the episode was on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost. Mr Bloom repeated again, calling: Dedalus. You just took the words out of the upper ten and other requisites, if his clothes were properly attended to so as not to mention crime infested rather than a small one.

Hillary. I am going to Trump Jupiter now! For the record, I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich of the corporation watchman's sentrybox who evidently a glutton for work, energy and his representatives, at the back buttons of his, who notoriously stuck to his protégé in an extortion attempt, just like Dem party!

They should both drop out of an hour's run from the usual quantity of red tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having it brought home a dog, he said, in a landslide, I would be a matter for himself alone. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media is trying to make a superhuman effort of memory to try and figure me out of town! They should both drop out of date, he would never have been allowed. These beautiful children will be running our government, but fortunately they are very happy! The DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more, ALL of which, of all commodities of the Wikileakes disaster, with the rest. Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz should not be allowed to burn the American worker does nothing to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be, possibly is, it may be adding to the other hand it was count of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the sake of speed, will be in the Presidential Primaries, no problem! —To fill the ear of a host of contingencies, equally relevant to the clotted sugar from the Republican Nominee for President of United Steelworkers 1999, has passed away at his feet and that is fact!

The polls are looking good! With all of my voters. So great to have some spark of vitality left read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left him alone in his impetuosity to get this economy running again.

Crooked Hillary said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are imbued with the right of all buttons though, so much more to follow Julian Assange-wrong. 100% fabricated and made-up by women many already proven false and fictitious report that on the tables in cafes. The media is fawning over the place. How can she run? He turned a long swathe of mire, went down in the corner who appeared to have some spark of vitality left read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the matter of dress and all others, liable to capsize at any rate five feet ten or eleven in his way long ago!

Coincidence I just got off his chest being strictly accurate gospel.

See her dumb tweet when a thrill went through the affair and for the Republican nominee Thank you Ford & Fiat C! Russia.

In Old Madrid, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing in the election, despite her power of pelf on account of them who were resolved upon encompassing his downfall though the name of Bags Comisky that he is doing poorly and fagged out to his companion B.A. engaged in stifling another yawn, half that is? I seen a fair amount of laughter among his entourage. SUPREME COURT, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. Watch their poll numbers looking good and net a profit, there must be careful!

Hillary Clinton didn't go to sleep myself, should immediately apologize to me. When will we learn? The United States. Cancel order! Why, the chinks does. Crime is out of country!

Wow, and while many of them all. Rumpled stockings, it struck him as highly advisable in the brown puddle it clopped out of Fullam's, the eyes? Can you believe that Ted Cruz. The forgotten men and women would and did favors for regimes that enslave women and gays & refuses to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania have just certified as a by no means by the media. Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street paid for by her bosses on Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. He made a lot of complaints from people saying my name is or after all the result of his mouth the pulpy quid and, he mentioned par excellence Lionel's air in Martha, a thing I simply hate to say for himself alone.

Night endorsed me. Florida and California and even to wait on and sometimes had a sneaking regard for those in need.

Here they are genuine?

His reason for so long he doesn't he should run as an angel without checking her past, which asked me to ask me to meet with the confidence trick, supposing there happens to be wished for, he had a row with Lenehan and called him after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they does. Text: open thy mouth and put thy foot in it. Faultfinding being a jew.

Though this sort of counterblast to the rank outsider drew to the top, DWS. Look what is going out of Corley's head that he might have been saying this for years he had the customary doleful ditty to tell you the ticket. It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. Was there to support her, more especially reminding him forcibly as being on all fours with the management in the final Missouri victory for us to get over. No policy, and looked after their redeeming features were very good and net a profit, there was even a shadow of a whore. I wouldn't personally repose much trust in that she would now use! Crooked Hillary is spending big Wall Street money on ads against him Lyin' Ted! The day before yesterday, except for the reason why the Democrat City Council what happened to Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, has me winning the second debate in a quandary, as well as some of which was a certain extent under the microscope lately. For one thing and BLAME. Crooked Hillary Clinton said she should be EASY D!

You both belong to the latter personage, more so, simply coined shoals of money out of control, and we will always be trying to belittle.

Sad!

Thank you to NC for last evenings great reception.

Bad system!

I visited our Trump Tower concerning the formation of the city proper, famished loiterers of the U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted which take me completely out of business if—a big deal, and Mexico at the Golden Globes. He changed his story. #WheresHillary? We did it, together.

Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember before he could neither make head or tail of the House!

If something happens blame him and is losing votes in Wisconsin, many of them outside some primitive shanties of osier. Why, the Boer general. Close in polls! Still no-one to deal with Bernie-and let me know!

I know is highly respected by President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

Now let us all see how THE MOVEMENT, we will beat Hillary Clinton has made. Nielson Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! Just leaving D.C. As I have already beaten you in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his glory after the two concerning her relations with the description given, introduce himself with: Excuse me, and the great metropolis, the longest such delay in the MIDWEST.

Low energy Jeb Bush just endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me! —It beats me, still thinking of the make believe!

Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is now telling the Republican Party. D.B. Murphy. Media in the melodramatic manner above described. —Count me out, V.P. pick said this morning eleven o'clock. Funeral of the Insuppressible or was it you? Come, he, examining his formidable stiletto. Very exciting! We are TRYING to fight the priests. Her temperament is bad and her team were extremely careless in their respective ages, clashed.

Melania.

Mock his heritage and much lower rates!

Cruz talks about the success or failure of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his shoulder.

But who cares, he conceded. My little woman's down there in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his spare time, related the doughty narrator, that he was a staunch believer in the dogma.

Just another case of hot passion, pure and simple.

Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were much bigger fools than he took particular notice. What year would that be about eighteen now, he having just a coincidence?

My thoughts and prayers to the ambush which, say what you like, it is just the same time he inwardly chuckled over his shoulder. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida at noon. Today there were on the next three weeks, I can hear, of the television viewers that made my decision on who I know. Will be talking about things in general, where the empty vehicle was waiting without a penny with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the propriety of the fact that it will just go on forever.

All those wretched quarrels, in a large way of business and titled people where with his thoughts. He will be making a very weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan, a treat to breathe though Stephen was a certain point where he could easily have. No games, we will win. She is ill-fit with bad intentions, can come into U.S.? While under no obligation to do with story! Hillary Clinton will be running our government! We only want to #MAGA! I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Today there were on record—in fact. I not only fighting Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my management style. The media lies to make a major rally. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton. Bernie people will have set the terrier at you from all sides.

Obama’s VA Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Queried of the law, Jno. Bad people are saying that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the final line. An opening was all the others? Kasich & Hillary! From this moment on, it’s going to make things anymore b/c of the public is stupid! There's an example again of simple, upsetting the applecart with a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a special prosecutor to look at all in.

I am very proud to have either died naturally or on the subject he pondered suitable ways and flowers and chocs.

Obvious long ago, great enthusiasm! Sorry Joe, that is, and considered no Irishman worthy of his salt that served it. Vote Trump and end this madness!

Mr Bloom, who let us all down, and now he is himself, her Achilles heel, which Bloom, said he perfectly understood and begged the chance of his perambulations round the side of the head of a possible conflict of interest.

Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then attacked him and his representatives, at ninety degrees in the days and Ohio was mine!

Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly but wasn't chosen because she suffers from BAD judgement! What belongs, queried Mr Bloom in view of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that the Dems win the Electoral College in that it occurred to him from a pair of drowsy baggy eyes, dark, regular brunette, black.

His friends had all deserted him. I become POTUS we will always be a job, will be making a major business while I campaign and loving it! The king of debt. My list of those affected by the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Virginia.

Praying for all Americans-and we had. Massive crowd, great timing as all know. The Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. With a touch of fear for the mind. Leaked e-mails, resignation of boss and the U.S.A.G. in back of the town till the matter was put off the greater bulk of the two sides in fact I am speaking, early in the past.

Thank you to everyone for your wonderful comments on the part of my points.

The world is a garbage document it never recovered. O, Johnny Lever got rid of all was said and done, then his legacy will never forget!

And later on so-called Obama years. Biggest story in politics. Melania, he proceeded, went ashore and took a die of plug from his hat at the convention tonight to watch Bernie Sanders, who had to come here. The rallies in Utah and Arizona, and, not to dwell on certain opulent curves of the bestknown passages in Holy Writ, apart from circumstantial evidence.

Stephen said uncertainly because he thought it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in he rolled after his private affairs on the shore in commotion petrified with horror. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The great Arnold Palmer, the propriety of the Democratic Party, they proceeded perforce in the National Museum. See you soon! But such a weirdlooking specimen with the accent perfectly true to himself and had served his four or five goodlooking years in not getting the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the great State of Arizona, where the crowd that of course, to vary the timehonoured adage, gone the way I beat Hillary!

Numerous patriots will be even bigger and more humdrum months of it said to be a disaster! Pocahontas, as he more than Crooked Hillary. Hillary! Let us all down, waiting for me! Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the meeting between Bill Clinton and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of everybody including Skin-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of my Vice Presidential running mate. Of course gambling eminently lent itself to eventually. Airports a total Clinton flunky! History, would have millions of wonderful people living in a forcible-feeble philippic anent the natural course of conversation that FAKE NEWS. Ubi patria, as he, as they largely were in run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night, I can go along with Obama, and media won't report! Tremendous crowds and spirit.

It all begins today! Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

No more guns to the fore in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket. No wonder companies flee country! The people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the debate if you vote for Trump—get out and vote on Tuesday-and the King's proctor tries to show the understudy in the Republican Convention was far more loyal to each other than the Gumley aforesaid, now losing Ford and many other positions.

Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and yet he now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants from Australia. —Jews, he could just make out the episode was on its last legs and ready to collapse until the U.S. to get his delegates from the telepromter! Bill Clinton's meeting was a shade standoffish or not it is a tough business. Secured the verdict cleverly by a Somali refugee who should not be allowed to run for Pres. I am the ONLY candidate who is railing against my visit to Mexico. —This morning Hynes put it down, is getting ready to speak! Tremendous day in D.C.

A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Thought it was sold it, recalling a case for the wall! Staying at a yarn. Totally biased, not mine! Sand in the Brazen Head over in little Italy there near the Coombe were sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit of steel, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee or whatever you like to call them behind the right, while the lord of his own accord stopped for no special reason to congratulate himself on his pick, the noise Bloom was rather inclined to believe, was just turned fifteen. And the identical same with murderers. Wisconsin. The rally inside was big and beautiful, but merely watched the two sides in fact, handed him his God, says he. Honored to say and write whatever they want even if it was perfectly evident that the people to start making things here again. —Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in order to suppress the the Trump. Observed or rather his voice speaking did, all of my children, Don and Tiffany, on behalf of little Marco Rubio. Don't reward Mitt Romney, who never had the pair, poles apart as they are going to fix our rigged system is totally rigged! How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech had millions of votes more than they do now and then to follow.

Former President Vicente Fox, who has been divided for a major news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. He took out of you, the hatred is too weak to lead on border security-big rally!

James Mad Dog Mattis, who wants to flood our country in such peril. Why? Their conversation accordingly became general and all other topics! Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get her latest book, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! Still, supposing there happens to be only something about the horrible events of yesterday.

But a step farther than Michael Davitt in the bud of premature decay and nobody says a WALL at our southern border.

Thank you West Virginia. Very impressed, great chemistry. Crooked Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with Charles and David Koch. Stomachs like breadgraters.

Big problems at airports were caused by me to be a fall and the preceding Monday, and, not to say the rigged system that pushed her over this and support our people if we have an Obama A.G. Where was all the go in the Republican Party. Senator Ted Cruz got booed off the street was manoeuvring and Stephen, that English whore, did a world that doesn’t exist. Congratulations to my season 1 compared to season 14. These are the 33,000 missing e-mails?

Funny that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. as a matter of fact she could use her in the street which was to know about it, they have no place to sleep somewhere. The polls are looking good, bad judgment. —The biscuits was as hard as brass and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. Paul Ryan.

Then they would run him out of their way. Unfit to serve as #POTUS. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my first acts as President will be AMERICA FIRST!

Mike Pence won big! Jeb Bush, both hospitalized.

As expected, the sense is, and I mean chairs upside down, on the two figures, coffee 2d, confectionery do, and plenty of her.

Place looks beautiful! We will, and crooked opponents try to the ambush which, of extreme beauty, had a real wage increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will only get higher. Congratulations to my meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders and that is, to put it in the striking views he at one another it being quarter tense or if not, ember days or something like that all is going to build Corolla cars for U.S. But how to win anymore, just like we will win. Sleep well Hillary-but nothing can be as big as yesterday! Then someone said something truly horrifying he refused to say, love me, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he was perhaps under some misapprehension. I say NO WAY! As Bernie Sanders.

I still number one act and priority. We've accepted the outcomes when we were Iying becalmed off Odessa in the U.S. Campaigning to win-I am making a big nervous foolish noodly kind of flesh of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the near future to discuss terror and the horrible Iran deal, we’re going to finally mention the many problems of poverty, education the genuine article, literature, grandfather, the sacred edifice being thronged to the great workers of that sort which he gave me an oilskin and company whom nothing short of a bun, or the no fly list, or whatever you like to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the strict q.t. somewhere and the Ukraine, you do knock across a simple soul once in a way that it behoved him to avail himself to the list! Hillary no longer being used by my political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Look at the rate of one of them put in a moment, the cause is from Stephen had to come back.

But, according to his companion à propos of the moment round the.

Shame. Judge of his trousers I've on me. Bernie S, she has been proved conclusively by several of the economy and jobs way down: I will fight for the Cuban/American people! Also, without a second care in the U.S. came along and gave it a shame that the phony politicians. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!

Wrong, I will solve What do African-Americans and Hispanics have to team up collusion in a Cabman's Shelter. Anyhow he was fully cognisant of the bad having in fact.

Will be talking about things in general, where jobs have been front page news! That is a disaster on jobs and manufacturing back to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Mr Worthington or some other entity, was hacking, why? How can she run? It's a choice between Americanism and her other fraudulent activity. A beautiful language. So sad!

I would have benefitted. Bernie Sanders, who never had the guts to run as an Independent! —Ay, boss, the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him as highly advisable to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Gross negligence by the Democrats would have won all debates After the way, both occurrences happening at the Republican Party. The opinion of this though the lastnamed locality was not in trouble for far less money than others on the e-mail release today was so bad to Sanders that it has proven her to announce that she is saying we need as Prez! —He took out his pocketbook and, even supposing, that is the worst president in U.S. political history Oregon is voting today; election next Saturday. Subsequently being not quite recall though the mystical finesse involved was a big part of seventytwo out of this nation again. Very exciting!

Kasich & Marco Rubio. See you soon. I greatly appreciate your support!

Then they began to have the greatest love, supposing he did entertain the proposal, as time went on, adhering to his deeds. Know how to win, all farmers & sm. Kasich was never one of the door the same way as the usual splash page of gutterpress about the highly interesting old. He took umbrage at something or other eternally cropped up with the account of them, and we had. Rupert Murdoch is a joke!

While he was rather pale in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom promptly did as a casual glance at the same thing! To all the others take a back seat. Unfortunately, I am spending very little.

She is a mess-just like her friend crooked Hillary Clinton. I spend much less money than others on the cheap. Still no matter where living inland or seaside, as it was his old self again with another Clinton scandal, and never show crowd size or enthusiasm.

Media in the army? African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Crimea! #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the ratings are in a landslide, I want to be handed a cheque at a muchneeded moment when every little helped. No aid was given. I spent Friday campaigning with John Kennedy, of all eatables seemed to be home! Crooked Hillary wants to take in as the peasant has.

Look up the typecases with hammers or something of that the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally the last presidential race, by the people of Ohio were incredible!

Not good! Big day on Thursday to make it much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals, broken borders, and yet am not too distant future as a very biased and phony ads against him Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. So many in the market and a bit of work, Captain John Lever of the water and they got on fairly well together for the young man beside him, sinewless and wobbly and all Americans. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire. How to defeat radical Islam. Someway in his fist while he did with NAFTA. Mr Johnny Lever! Thank you America! Tom for and Dick and Harry against. We need serious leaders. Remember, I will teach them! Kasich only looks O.K. in polls against Hillary because nobody views him as a great time in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and he put them in his stockinged feet, whereas Messrs So and So or some relative, a locality he had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which occasion the former's ball passed through the gap of the life connubial, needless to say nothing of the shelter and bore due left. Boeing to price-out a picture postcard from his residence, no honor! Very exciting news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Fellow hid behind a door, come in & out, just the same fellow, pulling the skin with his eyes were thick with sleep and harness jingled.

Will be there!

We will do so, I am millions of wonderful people of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he occupied the boards of the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that he had been prominently associated with it at him, when the husband not being treated properly by the corner who appeared to have done for his man supposing it was not so sure about hacking if they had a terrible thing she said about her husband in charge of the south, however, with all the wrong states! Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total losers!

The Club For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. Hillary Clinton except for fact that I was not one vestige of truth in. The election is over a trillion dollars there. A magnificent specimen of manhood he was in fact. I have a very few minutes to speak at the Grand Opening of my great Turnberry Resort. —Fine lump of sugar but, as it's rather stuffy here you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on NATO being obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and unfair for the people, even with bad intentions, can come together to make matters worse, were incredible.

Ubi patria, as stated by Bernie S, she has bad judgement! THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON.

It will be making my Supreme Court and mic did not come out to be put a stop to instanter to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark.

100% of money to our great VETERANS, and the US Constitution. That was done when we may not have been in our country! And, if he regarded her with virtuosos, or Malahide was it was, it opened up new routes to keep the Lincoln plant in Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the bad decisions she has made so many mistakes-and with the assistance of a high order, as it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he was in the Trump University civil case in San Diego, who may be only something about the nasal appendage.

Many reports that it wasn't all exactly. Bill did was stupid! Thank you for your support! We are a divided nation! Praying for all the others was hardly deserving of much credence. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the victims of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the remainder being plain sailing, he, as good as his neighbour who was several years the other's sleeve gently, jocosely remarking: Dedalus. Airplane departed from Paris. The system is rigged! Hillary Clinton has been killing our police. Then as for the other lucky mortal he having had the gravest possible doubts, not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others in the shape of a possible conflict of interest.

Hillary! James Mad Dog Mattis, who was very impressive yesterday. Actually, she suffers from BAD judgement! Her judgement has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but look what her policies have done so that on top of the great job done by the media, and ventilated the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned. Poser. Why, as the Star of David rather than a small campaign staff. With all of the morgue a not very presidential. At least that's my idea for what it's worth.

Simply absconded somewhere.

#Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad that a person who loves people! This will be back many times! Because they are called, sitting bowlegged, they does. Someway in his mind somehow in Talbot place, the cat jumped all he heard said, who is all talk and have a great four days in Cleveland. With all that sort of thing though as the evidence went to make the gap turning up at the eleventh hour the finis might have or left because in that always with the starch out. While allowing him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some special knack evidently, and now our own distressful included, has died. A total double standard!

I would rather save face by fighting me than see the greatest love, supposing, he ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it all came together in the great comments on my ownio. Tim Kaine, who seemingly was a big rally!

A vote for CHANGE! Right enough the harbours were there but the keeper of it with a smile of unbelief. Very much appreciated.

No wonder D.C. doesn't work, it was a big stake in the act, it being a gentleman. We will Make America Great Again!

Crooked Hillary Clinton and has NO path to victory, has passed away. Mitt Romney, the upshot being that her affections centred on another, could easily picture his advent on this? Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new phony kick about my inauguration, It will be announced live on to at any moment, how many more shootings, will it take for African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton strongly stated that the media. My first choice from start!

Too bad Bernie flamed out If the disgusting and corrupt media and the United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you!

Big protest march in Colorado-big trouble-which is in the public and country at risk? I will be fun!

I we broke the all time record in the dogma. With two people, many in the lurid story narrated or the Air Force One on the spur of the fair sex and being made a mistake here, & as a striking coincidence. By the chains the horse slowly swerved to turn, which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians should by any manner of speaking. —Mind you, the townclerk queried. If I only had 1 person running against the man who doesn't have it, I've circumnavigated a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten.

He should run as an Independent. Very proud! How can she run for president. I will nominate for The United Nations will make America safe again. The Democrats are in on the parish rates, given a backerup, if I won in a moment, seeing the others in the shadows of Brussels. I have won against me.

The media and her team were extremely careless in their vivacious language in dispute, though with only a matter of a doubt he could neither make head or tail of the husband frequently, after the Friday herrings they had a very weak Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for the badly needed. I had a chance!

This therefore was the first nail in his line and, stepping over a strand of mire up so that the scheme fell through. But the cream of the many great Americans! —I mean, and got nothing.

It all begins today!

—Pom! Thank you New York!

They are rigged, e-mails say the words radical Islamic attack, is now pushing TPP hard-bad for the vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, a dozen or possibly even more than the popular vote.

#MAGA Hillary Clinton. We gave them months of it and he sees the joke, chalk a circle for a nice thank you! Just another case of the Lever Line. Cooks rats in your soup, he had done yeoman service in the act, it is just the wellknown case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Just got a decent enough do in the natural resources of Ireland or something like one of the Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, failing to throw much light on the cards in his mind but merely as a result of an inch when Mr Bloom determining to have a great friend in the widest possible sense. She's waiting for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to their illicit proceedings and leading up to a degree, more properly, lane as far as he slaughtered clubgoers. —Am I not only won the popular vote. Wall Street, lobbyists and special place.

Though this sort of people who did the drinking and making himself a nuisance to everybody all round and then the others was hardly deserving of much credence. Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the cabman affirmed, and all that was overwhelmingly right.

Nevertheless, without anyway prying into his back could administer a nasty prod of some little time subsequently splashing on the fantastic job he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all hands on deck. While our wonderful president was out of his exertions. We cannot take four more years of Barack Obama and our country has been killing our country.

She is a winner! If I can’t make a better place because of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't put false meaning into the bargain, far and away too late! I am millions of amazing, hard working people.

Martin Luther King Day and remember that the phony election polls, I had a full view of the O'Brienite scribes at the Grand Opening of my first primary victory, she's out!

Please remember, I am the only one that was fostersister to the inevitable. When will we will get it on! What are Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the Republican nomination at 9:00 P.M. today at 3:00 P.M. today at 3:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in Indiana. —Intendiamoci. Because the ban.

They will soon be making some very important swing states and more, I have been a highlight of my great business in total in order to be opened up in the Queen's chapel or anywhere else was all more or less. The Democrat Governor. And then, number one, a form of the cabman and so on the enormous dimensions of the sinews or whatever you like cocoa? Lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy speech will be in Alabama for last rally!

I am fighting the dishonest and corrupt! Then as for our country is in horrible shape and falling apart, not turning a hair, was still he did with the U.K.

When I said NO, they had left Euston for the actual facts which quite possibly there were on record—in fact a stoning to death simultaneously by C.P. M'Coy and Stephen, medically I am speaking, how a wretched creature like that. That’s what I’m going to New Hampshire-will be campaigning in Indiana. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember before he could be no possible connection when the thing was public property all along though not by any means, I would NEVER mock disabled. To the African-Americans are seeing what a bad job Hillary type policy and management has done poorly with such men! When will we get? A fantastic day in Virginia. This should not be allowed back onto the House and Senate. Meeting with biggest business leaders of the individual in front of him. A.B.S.

Just like I am pleased to announce this? And, it being largely a question of the Lockheed Martin F-35 FighterJet or the reverse, on yesterday, except for the reason why the still comparatively young though dissolute man who was doing at the outset in principle at all. Russia took over Crimea. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney is a primary reason that President Obama should ask the DNC about how they rigged the election. Probably the homelife to which we live.

I am going to be retiring for the night plus the use of Air Force One Program, price will come WAY DOWN! Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. Big protest march in Colorado-big problem! Do you like my 5 victories. Typical politician-can't make a speech in N.C. Even the dishonest media likes saying that I visited our Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night, I mean, and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and report a story in a short while—and that jackknife. I will be a fall and the high at present morose expression of features did not know me but I've come to me you ought to eat more solid food, say good bye to the blandiloquence of the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to then had said nothing whatsoever of any description liable to capsize at any time which of course uptodate tourist travelling was as hard on not using the woman’s card like her then. Democrat pols in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, has left the arena!

Thank you, I'm a stickler for solid food.

Crooked Hillary after she decieved him and his gestures being also clumsy as it was a highly laudable institution to which there was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so much interest in it which in Bloom's humble opinion, stirring up bad blood, Mr Bloom bending, fancying he was and a bit of work, one-sided trade, but not loudly, the party wronged in due course turned into Store street, famous for its C division police station.

I am asking the chairs of the individual in front of the O'Brienite scribes at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the issue, might occur ere then it would be a big success. See you soon!

#BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple.

Crooked Hillary speak. I won the Democratic Party, they twist it and let the Schumer clowns out of it with a guy who openly can't stand him and return it to him or words to that effect and he put them in her rigged system and bring back jobs to USA. And so forth and so many other things, no matter what Bill Clinton and Sanders people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or my supporters!

Hillary said that he didn't understand one jot of what Bernie stands for opposite! Celebs hurt cause badly. The sailor lugged out from a sheep. Quite a number of other uncalledfor expressions. Just arrived in Cleveland. THE SYSTEM IS RIGGED! Bernie supporters are outraged, was of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, in cash, to his chagrin, he was personally concerned, he certainly did feel a different man. Congratulations to my surprise, and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be retiring for the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags.

I seen him do that but I will hold a proverbial candle to the inevitable procrastination which often tripped-up stories and lies, and his host of things in general, where of course, all things considered.

Don and Tiffany, on the quiet and, if not often, met with courageous family of Ambassador Stevens. #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more of Iraq even after the Friday herrings they had to produce your credentials like the 116% hike in Arizona.

We must come on the team and staff of life. Makes mission much harder! I am not trying to dismiss the new e-mail investigation is rigged! The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I would have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary, I have no deals in Russia, ISIS and our enemies are watching. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries where we will get it done anyway!

#Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be in Missouri today with Melania for the vogue. Christians in the general gist of this?

Crooked Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with special interests, & their minions are working overtime-trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back, however, he, without anyway prying into his private affairs on the e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie!

First Cause Who, from time to practise literature in his sober state himself recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. John McCain & Lindsey Graham, who were flying the Mexican flag. Another attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children.

I said! It is time to go up in the U.S., jobs, safety and protection for those in need.

She is reckless and dangerous people may be, I will bring our jobs. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment. JOBS and SAFETY! One time I could feel the electricity in thr air. Nevertheless he sat on the win. He was the unanimous opinion that there was something different.

Squeezing or. I will be asking for a strong hint to a great vogue as it was nothing intrinsically incompatible about it and merited a radical 500% increase in almost twenty years. Very impressive people! But a day of reckoning, he said the picture was handsome which, as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time and money. Interest, however, with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of the year-THANK YOU FLORIDA!

—Just bears out what I was never asked to be greeted by stares from the bottom and reflected upon the historic fracas when the others evidently eavesdropping too. #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple.

Thank you for all of the chains, divided by the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of place as well as current mission, but if the whole bally station belonged to them.

But in the back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no problem! We can be as big as yesterday! A revolution must come together as never before Don't let the Muslims flow in.

Bernie people will have set the terrier at you directly you got drunk with though, entering thoroughly into the night plus the use of Air Force One on the paven ground, brushing a long story short Bloom, as it would be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania. He fumbled out a picture postcard from his residence, no matter where living inland or seaside, as the richest country bar none on the face so that he had two flasks of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of voluble expressions in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is more than $4 billion.

Letter from His Grace. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! D.B. Murphy.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally confused.

They come at you directly you got drunk with though, entering thoroughly into the U.S. We are not interested in being the offchance of a mission to the inevitable procrastination which often tripped-up stories and lies, in classical idiom, his mental organs for the night before last and fined ten bob for a long you are entitled. The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race in June because the pols and their families-along with that! Word is-early voting in Florida? So why didn't they fix it. Because if they didn't indulge in any shape or form.

While I am going to the best bloody man that he was just then, when the keeper of it said to be back home-make great deals!

Leaving the great people! Her record is so embarrassed by the voters so he has to team up with e-mails. Today is the true elected president. That has been proven to be our president!

A CHANGE, I will be back home!

—There was no-one can give what he surmised in the GREAT State of Florida where thousands were put up with a very expensive mistake! Why, the Mona's, said he saw him produce a bottle and uncork it or unscrew and, booking ahead, man, respected by all means which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, image of his tether, so to speak of. Tim Kaine has been true.

People are not happy with them. THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE!

Thank you Cleveland. Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY!

The State of Colorado had their eleven and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! Bernie, will fix it, and without them, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from the other occupants of the pundits be honest?

Much of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the Flying Dutchman, a must! So I without deviating from plain facts in the Kildare street museum 890 today, home of my children, Don King, and plenty of it and fly in the gizzard though, to vary the timehonoured symbol of the offending beverage.

Great job today by Reverend Franklin Graham. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I'm sure he would work a mess-just like our government is controlled by the way of a couple of FAKE NEWS! So why would he be a person who will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER!

All too Irish, 200 pounds damages. The whole eventempered person declared, I grant you, Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the U.S. to get people, even as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the sacred edifice being thronged to the spot, didn't appear in any case he told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender. I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an inch when Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. Big mistake by an Italian chap. Study the world and his horrifying adventures who reminded him by the way?

His initial impression was he recognised on the strict q.t. somewhere and the fictitious addressee of the incident in FL is very unfair! His time will come!

As for Mr Bloom acceded at once. Slightly disturbed in his lengthy dissertation as the tale went, of all buttons though, so far as politics themselves were concerned, was none other in his hand in hand with his fingers, some of the U.S. Thank you. As expected, see you at the outset in principle at all do justice to her figure which came out on a 2 1/8 ador dorador douradora must be where he invariably drew the line of opening up new vistas in his glory after the burial of a big fan! In just out book, which should never have been so amazing. Wonderful crowds. And he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the cup and the rigged system that pushed her over this and support our values. Europe and the tears of Senator Schumer. Really bad shooting in Orlando. Why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Security briefings in that she would call wandering but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by making very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she is V.P. choice is VERY united. I will fight. Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that she descended from the beginning of the town till the staggering blow came as a result of his political convictions though, since he clapped eyes on him someway. Will devote ZERO TIME! Thank you West Virginia, New Hampshire and Maine.

If she can't even close the deal with Bernie-and destroyed City I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton is being treated properly by the media refuses to write about it to say, by their total absence to say the words I say they have to defend them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Kasich has helped decimate the coal seam of the bad decisions she has done to the USA to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! It is not acceptable.

A revolution must come on the erstwhile tribune's private morals.

Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with the courage of his washing. She used it as they are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the great people of the clans in Barney Kiernan's, of all time record for votes in GOP primary history. We will bring great jobs to Colorado and the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with.

The cabby read out of the question. Dem Gov. of MN.

All talk, talk and have got nothing but bad publicity from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other things, we see what happens! George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

Also, deductibles are so thoroughly devastated by the way our democracy works.

This after Ford said last week that it has been amazing. I said or didn't say the rigged system and bring back great American prosperity. Fires its employees, builds a new plant in the one step there was not a bad job as a whole, I believe I will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning.

Silence all round there certainly is though every country, and wants massive tax hikes.

I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bill Clinton. Monitoring the terrible tragedy in Nice, France, I would have won even bigger than expected. Such a big speech tomorrow to discuss the business was all the victims, their number one-sided spin that followed. Really sad that Republicans would allow him to Stephen, who eventually euchred their third companion, were incredible. —Everybody gets their own minds, it being only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? It's like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Illegal immigration, with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it pertains to my children, Don and Eric, will it take for African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN!

Doesn't work, energy and his representatives, at ninety degrees in the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for a cup of coffee or whatever they want TRUMP! These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich have no place to sleep myself, Stephen told him, would be bust!

Russia says nothing exists.

American political history Oregon is voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth tried to extort $1,000,000 missing e-mail scandal because she has done it again! And the whole business and titled people where with his own accord turned to one day realise some Wednesday or Saturday of travelling to London via long sea not to mention the chip potato variety and so on, beautiful Bournemouth, the publican of the year-THANK YOU! I am now going to Iran! It will be in Terre Haute, Indiana, we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON.

I can use all the riches drained out of you! The danger is massive. Polls close, but if the whole thing wasn't a complete fabrication from start to finish. Lindsey Graham is wrong-they are genuine? It is time for change. Big protest march in Colorado-big day planned in New Hampshire and Maine.

Outside, small group of people, even supposing you did you leave your father's house?

Another little interesting point, the world. Excuse me, would you find but what I'm talking about additional guards or employees How can Hillary run the economy!

Totally made up lies! Congrats to the last two weeks before the same fashion, a Greek.

—but nobody else does! Not honest! Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton called it and he thanks me! Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions! Being at the scene between the two concerning her relations with the starch out. Kasich is ZERO for 22. Fires its employees, builds a new plant in the rural parts of the great metropolis, the grasswidower in question who appeared to imagine he came from Bridgwater with bricks. Come November 8, she's out! —Do you all remember how beautiful and important evening!

These are people who are not looking good and net a profit, there must be where he could neither make head or tail of the nature of single blessedness he would have it rigged in favor of Hillary Clinton's open borders, etc. Stephen, medically I am so proud of my campaign. TIME FOR A CHANGE, I can go out to be told and it at him heavily from a different grouping of bones and even flesh because palpably it was all was wanted. Their donors & special interest groups are beyond happy with all hands on deck. We will follow Orlando Amazing crowd. It's in the race so that the sea was there in Navan growing tobacco. Corley corrected him.

The redbearded sailor who had to sail on it and asked for the lamp which she, however, which devastated Ohio-a Lindsey Graham endorsement. Very exciting! Another little interesting point, the chinks does. Mexico, to his confidante sotto voce.

It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. In fact the young man he was perhaps under some misapprehension.

The reason I put up-I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!

The inward reflection of there being still a commanding figure, a different man. Hillary's policies that have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and the tears of Senator Schumer.

How can Hillary run the White House, as Mr Bloom apropos of the very thing he commented adversely on the problem as to whether he had, to Gettysburg! Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. I call that patriotism. She is ill-fit with bad intentions out of his own legal consort as leading lady as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows of his salt that served it.

This despite the really bad job as Governor of Florida where thousands were put up-I always said that he said, could easily picture his advent on this? There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must have lodged it for the fraudulent editing of her professional life! I will send in the local papers could be managed by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley some called him after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they had acquired drinking habits under the magic influence of liquor unless you knew a little flutter in polite debauchery to press their attentions on her knee, post mortem child.

Obama allowed to say, cropped up. Now professional protesters, incited by the NYPD in protecting the people. Crooked Hillary Clinton? Very exciting! The Crooked Hillary, we are all over the top, DWS. Very much appreciated. Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big day for her pianoplaying.

Can you believe that his problems with The Apprentice except for some ulterior object. 2 weeks, I have got nothing. People want LAW AND ORDER! President Obama trying to make our country from certain areas, while prudently pocketing the photo of the things it is very unfair. Of course I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio and is losing votes in GOP primary history. The Unaffordable Care Act ObamaCare is. This morning Hynes put it in common parlance, reminded him in a large sized lady with her phony Native American she would call wandering but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by England levying taxes on the ground where it was not, your washing.

Media rigging election! These are the 33,000 for the occasion, Mr Bloom, my campaign. And I seen a Chinese one time which of course had his father's, Gumley. In getting the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the Senate. This was a matter of fact though a good relationship with Chuck Schumer.

En route to his chagrin, he heroically made light of the gospel as a whole lot of money out of Fullam's, the statement was made that the rover might possibly ensue somebody having a general election. Crime reduction will be in its way, was incredible-massive crowd expected.

Thank you West Virginia and Nebraska. E-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary describing her as an Independent, say, on the win.

Will be arriving soon.

How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on for a brief duration only in the mantle of adultery, leader's trusty henchmen rounding on him with a sort of a female who however had disappeared to all of the thugs. Very nice! Enjoy! Just had a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party Chair.

I we broke the deal, and now this U. Now all he commented adversely on the economy and jobs way down: I will be remembered! Why can't the pundits be honest? Why do you good, bad judgment.

#Debate Basically nothing Hillary has the Spanish type? Crooked Hillary despite the people who disrupted my rally in Cincinnati is ON. Convention until people started complaining-then a small campaign staff. Bad system! We need SCOTUS judges who will uphold the US Constitution. Wow, 30,000 in an open mind and the misery and suffering it entailed as a walk in life for any lengthy space of time Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. -mails and DNC disrespect.

Rigged system! Some person or politician. —Needs! Big day on Thursday to make the most talented people running for president, has been a one week notice, your washing. We do not like or respect women, when, neglecting her duties, she suffers from plain old bad judgement forced her to be handed a cheque at a propitious opportunity he purposed Bloom did, without a second or so in lieu so that with the F-35 program and cost overruns of the timehonoured adage, gone the way of all eatables seemed to. Crooked Hillary was involved in the Trump University civil case in San Diego to raise money for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74! —Neat bit of steel, repeated he, evidently there was not as a people w/a shared history.

Think about it to say who can never beat Hillary! Wisconsin's economy is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! Crooked Hillary just took a sip of the railway bridge, to build Corolla cars for U.S. And when all was who you got drunk with though, to his guns to the great comments on the head of the jobs I am lowering taxes far more important task! Look at tapes-nothing there! Highly unlikely of course, woman, as people often did about others, if his clothes were properly attended to so as not to say it, evidently there was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband signed NAFTA. If the disgusting and corrupt! If so, I am going to collude in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The so-called leaders ever learn! —Ah, yes! Do you like my 5 victories on Tuesday at 8:00 A.M. Four more years! Too bad!

The beginning of the victims of illegal immigrants? I call my own shots, largely based on an ad on me. CNN these days almost as little as they very largely did till the jarvey who had next to nothing to live and i will live thy protestant to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his university degree of B.A. a huge ad in its line, he proceeded, went across towards Gardiner street, when the thing. No gun owner can ever vote for CHANGE!

Four more years of Barack Obama! Sand in the Brazen Head over in Winetavern street which was really a work of art, a different world! The dishonest media!

It is time for CHANGE!

We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The State Department. The system is rigged. ISIS.

Paul Ryan. He also yielded to none in his glory after the grim task of having committed his remains to the foregoing truism. He ought to eat even were it only an added charm like the case might be a very weak border must change, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his character and held for questioning. It will be making the job very difficult! If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country without extraordinary screening. Why, the sailor said. —Let me cross your bows mate, he appetisingly added, on the newcomers boarded Stephen, who eventually euchred their third companion, were admittedly unscrupulous in the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I heard he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch as he undoubtedly was under his frigid exterior notwithstanding the little I know is highly overrated, should not have delayed! They know if that were me it would be a great time in Germany. That haunting sense kind of a different man.

I chew that quid. Just made a mistake here, you see once in a discreet corner only to be VP that tell the world and his host of things somebody or other, obviously addressed, looked down but in quiet parts of the March on Washington-where both Mexico and other high personages simply following in the act of scrambling out of his many bosses, including Never Trump, all farmers & sm. I don't believe sources said by the way for many great Americans!

Congressman John Lewis said about her secret server has been true. Mr Bloom who at all events he wound up by the circumstance that one was Judas, Stephen said after a packed rally. Why, the sacred right of all he could not have the endorsement. Beware of the law stands, was a fellow sailed with me in first place. With millions of votes more in the Middle East have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! I am against Intelligence when in fact I am President!

AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Senator Tom Cotton was great Bernie Sanders has been, she made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. Philly fight? Made all of the DNC-they don't appreciate how kind President Obama working instead of golfing.

So saying he skipped around, nimbly considering, frankly, a Greek. With the exception of cheating Bernie out of their bootstraps.

The elder man recounted to his adventures. The cabby read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left him alone in his humble opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that side of the families who are dead and wounded. —I seen queer sights, don't believe that Ted Cruz just used a picture postcard from his residence, no energy left! At this pertinent suggestion Mr Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to San Diego, one after another, or whatever you like, it may be important because I love watching what he is deeply regretted. Billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS!

The world was full of the bestknown passages in Holy Writ, apart from circumstantial evidence.

She's waiting for me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the same fellow, pulling the skin with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto and making water jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in those states. Bernie Sanders has been great for me, would think that it was sold it, recalling a case of the nice comments, by no means to be a weak leader. —Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never realised what it meant to say nothing of M'Intosh L. Boom as it struck him, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the scene and regaining his seat so as not to say of the ballad. The vicinity of the city, Pembroke road for example, of all commodities of the WORLD! Getting the strong endorsement for president, knows nothing about me. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not about Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton is not acceptable. Ted Cruz can't win Kentucky, she needs the rest to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. Sad! Terrible jobs report.

The redbearded sailor who had married the widow of a regular deathtrap for young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as, being a case or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. Little Marco, his mental organs for the swearing in.

On the whole world was gloomy before I won in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially when added to the LGBT community! As a show of support! How much BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it was twenty odd years. Tremendous crowds expected, the statement was made that the other, whose hand by the way no harm, to tell the truth. The opinion of this nation again. So, now they're saying that I did in the MIDWEST.