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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Wilfords Demands: Who Do You Belong To?

Summary- 5.2 k. Curtis Everett x Y/N. Written for @mcudarklibrary Kink Challenge- April. You’ve been in Curtis care for a few weeks now. He has no hesitation in reminding you who you belong to. Warnings- Dub Con/Non Con situations, punishments treatment, drug and alcohol mentions.

Chapter One- Just Another Prisoner / Masterlist

“So Curtis, how are you liking your new girl?” Wilford asked curiously as he flicked some crumbs off his luscious red robe, frowning as he rubbed at what looked like a smudge, under his breath he complained. “Those fucking cleaners never do anything right. Useless the lot of them.” The older man chose to ignore it for now, turning back to Curtis sitting opposite of him, Claude pouring fresh tea into two delicate china mugs. “Isnt she something, as soon as I saw her on camera, I knew you would like her. Yes, shes a bit thin still, but get some meat on her, and she will have all those nice curves to keep you occupied.”

Curtis nodded his thanks to Claude and reached to take the cup, contemplating what Wilford was talking about, you were rather lovely in your innocence. All Curtis had to still do was look at you a certain way, and your cheeks would turn pink and your glance would look away from him, sometimes a tiny whine would issue, making him grin. “Im liking her quite fine. She was an innocent you know? I was surprised.” Wilford winked over his cup while he added generous amounts of honey comb to his cup, swirling his cup a bit before taking a sip.

“I had hoped she would be, How the fuck I know, pretty little thing like that. I am a bit disappointed she isnt pregnant yet though, but in due time I know. I just get impatient.”

Curtis kinda shrugged a bit, he never really cared what Wilford did with the kids they made him, but this time it kinda rubbed him the wrong way. He didnt seem to pick up on it, or chose to ignore it, falling into another subject that Wilford used them for. Entertainment for the front enders for a couple months a year, a sport.

“Also, its about time for the games, and Im putting my goods on you Curtis, Do not disappoint. Once you get in that ring, murder the sons of bitches.” The true purpose of the games, weed out the weak. So far only three of the original group still survived, Curtis was one of them for his brutal approach to all of it. He was a survivalist first, and had no issue getting blood all over in the process.

“Yes I know, trust me, I dont want my ass fucking dead.” Curtis growled out and grew impatient, ready to get back to you. “We done shooting the shit Wilford, or you ready for this months supplies?”

“God your always so fucking impatient to leave my company.” Wilford rolled his eyes and sighed as if hurt, Curtis just stared at him waiting for him to get on with it. “Okay, my boy... let me know what you want.”

Curtis wasted no time, filling out his demands and leaving straight afterwards. There was only so much time he could stand being in that mans presence. His spirit uplifted a bit knowing he would be seeing you again. You were still quiet in his presence, trying to remain unnoticed, but he was always aware of your presence unlike any other woman he had ever been with. Sometimes he would draw out conversation from you. But your answers were usually short, clipped, or you shrugged not knowing how to answer. Seeing how you lived in the tail end all your life, there was simply things you didnt know about. That was okay, you would learn about these things soon enough.

Opening the door and stepping in, you were curled in the seat near the window, a book resting on your knee and gaze out the window watching the speeding landscape. You jumped slightly when Curtis entered and pulled your legs up nervously to watch him. Always so observant his girl was. "You havent seem to gotten to far while I was gone." nearby he sat down some bags of stuff he brought back with him, the items he had asked for from Wilford.

Your fingers trail down the spine and you slide it to the table, shaking you head softly. "Cant concentrate Curtis." Wary was how you were of this man, who stalked around his room till he moved to sit on the edge of the bed nearby. "Hmmm, do you not like it?" How brow arched and a your voice rose in a rush, as you clutched at the book. "No no, t-thank you... Its not that." You didnt want to loose a gift he brought you. Already reading through the few he had, you had gotten bored being unable to leave the small room. Curtis had requested a book for you with Wilford, and as you were finding out, Wilford accommodated Curtis requests typically.

"I was tested again, and still negative... " your voice dropped, admitting to your distraction. At first the news would cause Curtis to curse, drag you back to bed to try again.

So your head dropped, waiting to be yanked onto the mattress, but these past few weeks, he changed. Sometimes your news didn't cause any reaction, he would leave you to what you were doing. You trembled a bit, waiting to see what today would bring.

Curtis isnt sure when it changed for him, that he actually liked this one, it was something more then what was required of him, having any interest in his charge. You, a little tail ender was so innocent in to what he did to you, that he found it endearing. Her little surprised mewls when he taught you some new sense gave him satisfaction. He patted his knee. “Come over here Y/N”

The tension raised between the two of you when you hesitated, curling your hands together and your face wanted to defy him, he could see the flash in your eyes and the way your breathing flared your nose. Curtis arched a brow daring you to tell him no. Oh would you? He almost wanted you to, that primal part of him loved overpowering you beneath him. You were so defeated when he first got his hands on you, but he felt that you had a bit of fire somewhere still, it just needed to be ignited.

After a few seconds though you went back to your resigned manner and unfolded your legs approaching him, moving to stand in between his spread thighs. “Dont worry about the negative, it doesnt always happen right away.” His fingers snapped at your pants buttons and slid them down with a jerk, your hand bracing against his shoulder to keep from loosing balance and lifting your feet to loose your pants. He pushed your shirt up. “Get rid of all this to.”

Lifting your shirt and tossing it aside, that deep blush he admired so much spread down from your face and neck, flaring over your collarbone. His mouth smirked until he lashed his tongue over a nipple, teasing the other with pinching fingertips. “But how long till they get impatient Curtis?” you took a shuddering breath feeling the warmth of his mouth tease you to a peak, rubbing your thighs together as heat pooled faster then you expect it to in your core. “Im ready to be done and go back home.” He growled at this, biting enough for you to yelp, and try to pull away but his legs have you trapped in between them.

“What makes you think your going back Y/N?” He growled deeply, whipping you around, and pulling you back into his lap with one muscled forearm circled around your waist. “I already told you, you were given to me to use.” your hands were grasping his forearm pressed around your midsection, and you whine softly at his words. “But once Im pregnant you wont want me in your space, why wouldnt they send me back till birth?”

“Cause, Im keeping you. Open your mouth.” He demanded and grabbed a hold of your jaw, forcing your mouth to open, his other arm loosened around your waist and moved two fingers to your mouth.“suck, get them good and wet Y/N” his fingers pressed against your tongue and you immediately started to suck on his digits. doing your best to do as he asked. “As I told you a few weeks ago, your issued to me for at least the next few years.” Shifting his legs to hook yours over his knees and spread his legs so your thighs spread apart wide for him, the rush of cooler air hitting your aroused flesh made you moan around his fingers pressing against your tongue. “Your here till your used up or Im tired of you.” His voice, was so final as he yanked his fingers out from your mouth, tracing your bottom lip with one of the drenched fingers. “And then your still not going back there Honey. He wont let you go back home”

Before you could fully register what Curtis was telling you, he dropped his hand to your cunt, his fingers warm and wet from how you worked them traced your pussy lips, soft under his fingertips, his biting kiss on your neck was a stark contrast, making you attempt to pull away, but he once more clamped his arm around your waist to keep you in place, his long middle digit dipping in between the folds, tease your sensitive flesh. “N-never? even if I was useless to have children?”

“No, never. Have you ever seen anyone return to the tail end? Your not an exception. Trust me... You could be in a worst place then with me.” Continuing to rub your cunt, circling your aroused bud but never quite touching when he would return to stroking and teasing her entrance with slight dips of his fingers, collecting your arousal to spread. “I am not the only man who does this, and plenty are cruel to there partners.” It was getting harder to focus on Curtis as he started finally touching where you ached, his arm tightening when you would arch and let your head fall back to his shoulder. Pressing his lips to your temple. “Curtis... Its,,,”

“Feels good right? Most the time it will if Im doing my job right,” Assuring as he let two fingers fill your wet heated entrance, making you open your thighs wider, his own adjusting to help you keep them spread. You were panting, rocking your hips to meet his thrusting digits. If you werent so caught up in the moment, you would have been embarrassed of the squelching sound your wet cunt was making the faster he pumped his fingers. Your walls started to clench around him, and that little firey coil started to tighten in your lower belly.

“M-most of the time?” You managed to utter, and Curtis chuckled while biting lightly on your earlobe. “Well your a temptation, this tight little body.” His fingers hooked when he said that, come along with me baby. He would stroke your walls to comply with his wishes, fighting against his hold, and you were crying out when you pushed back into his chest, locking and shaking, flooding his hand. “Wouldnt be hard for me to loose control and just fuck you into the mattress”

Your thighs are trying pushing to close, aching from being stretched open, and fighting through your orgasm. He shoved you forward slightly to undo his pants, and you lean forward to brace your hands against your knees, your head dipping forward to catch your breath. It wasnt long you felt his cock pressing against your back. God you fucking hope he never lost control with you, You could barely handle him now, and everything he did was measured calculated. Curtis did nothing without giving it some thought, you knew this.

Hands at your hips, lifted your ass enough so he could fit himself into your core, and eased you back, slowly so he inched in, making you stretch around him but it still made you hold your breath till you were full of him, every movement you made, made you groan, his thrusts were quick upward angled jabs, pressing deeper and you still braced your hands while arching your breasts forward, this angle was so fucking full, concentrating was impossible. There was just rushed thrusts and grinding your hips back down.

Somewhere it registered his cussing against your neck, as his thrusts pressed forward longer in your clenching pussy. “Fuck your so good, just gonna fill you till your dripping with cum.” He grunted against the back of your neck, his fingers digging into your hips and started to move you faster, bouncing you, and you just rode it till he roared and warm jets of his cum started to fill you. Your channel flexed around his cock, milking him for the last of it, and you collapse back against him, covering your face with your hands and giving a soft sob from your second orgasm within a short time.

Pulling himself from him, he swiped his fingers through your cunt and scooped his cum back into you, making you quiver slightly at the sensation. Curtis gave a possessive nip to your neck, and shifted your legs back to a close. Fuck the muscles ached, all you wanted to do was lay down, the muscles in your thighs screaming with a burn. Curtis tapped your thigh to stand. “Dont be letting that run down your leg Y/N,” You nod and go to stand, your legs shaking enough to look like you might wipe out, Curtis hands shot out and grasped your hips to draw you back and sit on the bed. “Probably need a moment to get your legs back.”

Tucking himself back in his pants, he let you claim the bed and went to where he had ditched the bags he brought back from Wilfords. You dragged a blanket over your naked body and watched with curiosity as he pulled out some clothing for you, nicer then the stuff youve been wearing. “Whats that for?” you asked curiously.

Curtis brought the skirt and top over to let you inspect them. “They are for you. There is a entertainment car, and I figured your ready to meet others. I trust you to remember who you belong to” Your eyes brightened at the idea of seeing others, even if they were front enders. “Hows your legs? If you can stand, were going in half an hour.” He took the rest of the bag and turning his back to you, stored away a few books Wilford gave him, a treat for you later if you got to bored and deserved them. Curtis hoped there would come a time where you wanted to please him, not had to please him.

While he was doing this, you tested yourself, and gathered the clothing to your bare chest. “they are fine... I will go get ready Curtis.” You escaped quickly into the bathroom, easing the door mostly closed. You rubbed your face in the soft long sleeve, it was the softest thing you could remember feeling and when you tugged the clothing on, braiding your hair to sweep straight down your back well past your waist, you couldnt remember feeling this way, like you were being showed off,and you kind of liked it. Stepping out, your clear your throat a bit and Curtis looks up from where he had been reading the spot you left in your books.

Fuck you look good. Curtis nods his approval, and you nervously pick at the shirt, biting back a grin in your excitement. A warm rush tingles Curtis seeing you so damn happy for the first time since he brought you back a book, and unlocking the door, he held it open for you, beckoning you to step out. Going to step out the door, your hand braced on the door frame as you peeked out, it was empty, which your heart sunk a little and with a gentle ease of Curtis’s hand in the small of your back, you step into the wide looking hallway. He slung his arm around your waist, a steady hold on your hip and in the belt loops of your pants, he led you towards the front, the way you were dragged down to his room. “Now you stay with me Y/N unless I tell you otherwise, understand? Your free to talk to people that are in this car, but remember your place. You are mine, if I find out you are disrespecting what we have going on, or me, you wont like the consequences.”

“Yes Curtis” you reply, feeling your mouth go dry with nerves and anticipation, would you know anyone there? You hoped so, you were desperate to find out how your friends were in the tail end. You two reached a gate, and your bouncing a bit at his side, the music on the other side is thumping loud and you can see flashes of lights through the cracks. Curtis smiles a bit to himself at how obvious excited you are to get out of the room, but there are rules, and he had to be sure you knew them. Turning you to face him, he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. “Remember what I said, do you understand? do you have any questions before we go in?”

You nod probably a little harder then you should and you glance at the door once more before back up to him. “Am I allowed to ask about the tail end if I see anyone I know? That wont make you upset with me?”

Curtis thought about this for a few moments, it wouldnt hurt and you so desperately wanted to know, probably still had your hopes up about one day seeing your friends again. “You can, but dont expect to see anyone from before in there Y/N” His fist thumped against the metal door, and it popped open enough for Curtis to slide through and he took your arm, bringing you through. It wasnt quite as you remembered, but last time you came through, you were being dragged, and didnt exactly have time to admire the setting. This time you did though, and your eyes widened before you.

People, gyrating all over each other, among the flashing lights above them, it was extremely distracting and made you want to shut your eyes. First the people were laughing and dancing, then they would turn and a clash of teeth and lashing of tongues inhaled one another in open mouth kisses, moving from one person to whoever was closest. You leaned more into Curtis, not wanting to get caught up in the orgy. It was something you didnt enjoy from him, and you knew you wouldnt like it here either. With a push of his hand, Curtis broke past the group, and the car opened up to show more people dancing, some with one another, some off poles placed in what looked like a seating area, people lazing around, high from the kronoles scattered in the sunken seating booths. Curtis led you past these as well until you two were near the other side, and he directed you to sit. “Just wait here, I will be back.” A simple nod was efficient enough for him, and he went to the small bar set up.

“Kronoles, rum and coke?” The man asked Curtis while he pulled out to glass jars to pour the alcohol into.

“Just the rum and coke.” Normally Curtis would part take in the kronoles, chase that mindless high that came with it, but not this time with you accompanying him. He would come back another time without you. The rum and coke though, rare treat, doing some calculations about the occasion for the rare indulgence. Wilford had announced it was new years. Collecting the drinks, he came back to where you were half in and out of your seat, curious to your surroundings. Twisting back into your seat, your nose wrinkled as you sniffed your drink, used to only water. “What is it?”

“Try it and find out.” Was all he said, and you cautiously brought your mouth to the edge, taking a sip. It burned and was sweet at the same time, and you took another sip that stung its way down your throat. The dart of your tongue wasnt missed by Curtis, and his cock twitched at the very notion of how sweet your lips would look stretching around his shaft, your head tipped to meet him with your eyes rolling up to meet him. Fuck... It was gonna have to go on your list of necessary teachings. No it wouldnt benefit what you two were striving for, but it was a damn sweet thought, your mouth sucking him off. To cool off, he to took a bigger swallow then your sip, appreciating the burn as it went down to settle in his gut.

“what is it?” You repeated and he looked at you and swiped his thumb over your lower lip to dry it off. “Rum and Coke, we only get it once a year, usually its homemade shit or cheap ass beer thats long since gone stale. Its new years though, another year living on the train passed.”

“Oh! I never heard the announcement.” Your gaze again falls to looking around the room, and you got bolder in your drinking. Soon, your eyes were brighter then usual and there was a flush to your cheeks. Curtis watched you get caught up in it all and he finally leaned over to whisper in your ear. “You can go dance you know, just dont stray far from the table.” He knew others would pick up on your innocence right away, target you for your weakness, typically it was a game. That is until people learned that your were his, and he was never one to share.

Nervous, you hesitate a moment, and then push up to go up the stairs, and dont wander to far away, but mingle. Soon your drawn into a group of women who were just dancing, and the rush of the alcohol in your system swept you away in the motion. Curtis caught sight of you laughing and swaying your hips, deeming that you were fine. He collected your glasses to go refill them with just straight soda this time, and a pair of steel grey eyes crinkled at the corners, smirking watching Curtis, whom was unaware of the threat. About time he left his girl alone was the mans thoughts, pushing from where he been sitting with a group of friends and his own toy.

You were unaware of any change happening, until a pair of hands slid along your hips, and hot breath against your neck, a lash of the tongue over your ear, you wouldnt doubt it was anyone other then Curtis so you didnt fight it. You were his after all, and your buzzed state, you couldnt tell that this was a slightly smaller set of hands on your hips, and that the person gyrating behind you certainly wasnt as broad as Curtis. Your time in the tail end, you were used to never having personal space, you simply fell back into the person behind you, getting lost in the tempo and rush of the alcohol.

When he came back, he glanced through the crowd again as he set the drinks down, and Curtis couldnt fucking believe what the hell he was seeing. You pushing your sweet little ass of yours into Grey of all the fucking people. Quick, he snapped up to the dance floor, and your eyes sprang open to see him pushing people to crash into one another so he could get through, frightened you looked over your shoulder to see someone youve never seen in your life, and you stepped forward to meet Curtis. “Curtis! Im so-”

“Get on your fucking knees now and wait!” He roared at you and your scrambled to fall at his feet like he told you to, your eyes welling up at your mistake. Curtis stepped around where you knelt, your hands wringing together.

“Curtis, we were just having fun to.” Grey sighed with disappointment. “I had to see what the fuss was all about. I can see why Wilford got interested in her, she is cute for a cum slut.”

“What the fuck makes you think you could touch her?” Curtis crowded Grey, who didnt back up but he to crowded back, smirking in Curtis’s pissed off face.

“Wanted to see if they were as fucking easy as they come. I would have had her sucking cock in a few minutes with how she was grinding her ass into me like some horny bitch. Cant satisfy them Curtis? Why Wilford had to give you a tail ender? Not like they know any better.”

Curtis didnt even bother with that jab, it was clearly meant to push his buttons. Drawing up to his full height, Grey albeit smaller, was not at all intimidated by Curtis, and leaned in a bit closer, smirking “dont worry Curtis, when I get her, and I will cause the winner takes it all, I will teach her how to properly behave.” You were pushing to a stand to try and explain to the two men, when Curtis caught sight of you “Did I fucking tell you to stand, get back in your place.”

“But Curtis, it wasnt... “ You try once more, and he has to deal with you defying him, you gave him no choice. Ignoring Grey who watched this all with interest, he stalked forward and fists his hand in your hair, yanking you back to your knees. “What did I tell you?”

“On my knees” You twist and cry out, your hands going to your hair to try to get him to loosen his grip.

“Do I want any fucking sass coming from you?”

“n-no.” You cant help the tears that are rolling down your cheeks and the way your head bows to him.

Lowering closer to your level, his next words were so low it was hard to hear, but they held deadly promise should you not listen. “Start crawling to the door Y/N” Releasing his hold and shoving you to sprawl back.

You look at him like he cant be serious, crawl? His face though, was all serious anger storming his blue eyes and you back away from him, the crowd parting to allow you passage.

“Please Curtis...”

Nothing, no softening or taking pity on you, you do only thing that you can, and start to pull yourself away on your hands and knees, Curtis watched your heart shaped ass sway back and forth, and then turns back to Grey, whos watching with an amused look.

“Sure you dont want me to break in your little sweetheart? Ass like that good for alot of things, wouldnt be any trouble at all.”

Curtis growled lowly “Dont fucking lay a hand on her anymore, shes mine. I have no problem shoving your dick down your throat should you think shes yours to handle.”

Grey grinned at the challenge. “No, course not. Better not let her out of your sight again.” With that Grey turned back, and hoped back down into the seating area he had been occupying previously, yanking his own girl back in his lap, and slapping her thighs to spread, ready to share her with his current company. Curtis didnt waste any more time with them, and followed where she had crawled away, getting to the door, you were waiting this time, in a subdued position, on your knees, head bowed, palms up, trying not to look embarrassed or scared of it all. Made his cock twitch again, Fucking Christ, bad timing. “Get up” He yanked on your arm and hauled you to a stand. You stumbled, but did it all quietly, averting looking at him.

It was silent going back to the rooms, and you tried to keep up best you could to his long stride. The train walls kept dipping as if off kilter and you stumbled into Curtis a few times. Finally though you two reach his room again and he gets the door to open, pushing you to fly in first. You stumble and grab a hold of the wall, trying to get everything to stop spinning.

“Curtis, please I didnt know.”

He doesnt care, more pissed off then he was before at your attempt for an explanation, he drags you from your grip off the wall and over his knee. “You knew better Y/N, and yet you fucking undermined me.”

His knee is hard in your stomach, and you could feel him lifting your skirt to pool around your waist. You try to look over your shoulder but he shoves your head back to look at the wall and floor. Struggling, again a waste of your energy, hes holding you pinned over his knee with no more energy then he would give to a mild inconvenience in his day. Yanking down your panties to, he smacked your bottom hard, hard enough to jar you forward in his lap.

“Dont worry I plan on marking your ass so hard, your not going to be forgetting who you belonged to.” Curtis gives no time to adjust, its one hard spank on one of your cheeks after another, its a fire burning you now, and your crying into his leg, arching once in a while when its a particular had slap, those sharp stinging ones that you swear are going to break your skin. Curtis hand prints popped up in welts, and you sobbed for him to stop. “Pl-please Curtis, I wont do it again. I swear... I thought it was you. “ He growled and started to come to a stop. He reached to take a fistful of hair and jerk your head back so he could see you even at this angle.

“Who do you listen to?”

Sobs crack your voice. “You Curtis...”

“Thats right little one, next time be aware of who the fuck is behind you. Accident or not, if I catch it happening again, it will be worst.” He just as quickly put you in a stand, and stood up himself, gripping your chin so your tear stained face couldnt defy him and look away. “Next time it will be a leather strap and you will bleed for it. Get to bed now.” Dropping his hand and you are quick to move out of his way while he went to take a shower.

Your ass, burning hot and every step screamed red hot through you, you peel away the clothes that you had been so excited for and folded them into the dresser, getting into an over sized tee that Curtis had given you to wear. Crawling in close to the wall, you lay on your side, waiting for him to come back out. He finished and didnt bother with clothing, snapping off lights as he came, he stretched out on his side, and yanked you over to him, hiking a leg over his hip, there was a unprepared thrust into your core, and you yelp into his chest, pressing your face there till the pain dulled, your breathing coming and going in shallowly as you braced for him to start moving he never did though, his arm just caged you in close.

“You can sleep like this tonight, full of my cock so you dont forget who the fuck you belong to.”

You sniffle in the darkness, trying to adjust to the full sensation hes stuffed you with. Now, you were even more homesick for the tail end.

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caffiine · 4 years

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A BRIEF PAUSE

From my regularly scheduled content. I’ve got some shit to say, y’all (forewarning for spicy language and spoilers)

I thought about making this post on my fandom subblog but this show and this relationship have been TOO important to me for the past 8 years to not give it its proper place in my life. strap in bc im not sure how long this mf is about to be.

When i started this DUMB show at age 19 tortured soul “empath” dark academia me thought sam winchester was going to be my favourite character. and don’t @ me, i love sam now in his own right (and we deserve some SAILEEN PEOPLE). but after literally less than 5 episodes i KNEW dean’s character and his arc were going to be amazing and beautiful and he immediately became my favourite brother. The nuances of his character i.e. his shell vs his true self were so evident to me even in the first couple seasons. in my humble opinion, he had the most growth of the two brothers.

They all deserve to be happy, but for whatever FUCKING reason dean has the HARDEST TIME OF ANYONE being happy in this show. I know it’s his character. I know it was written that way. But FFS. I kept wondering when they were going to wrap up his emotional arc and stop torturing the poor dude.

then in season 4 they introduced castiel and 1) I thought the new concept of angels as assholes was super cool and 2) I hardcore SIMPED over misha collins (still do). I watched benignly as cas and dean began to form this relationship that seemed pretty special. I started watching the show when it was in its eighth season and I binged the shit out of it for two weeks until I was caught up. By the time I was caught up I was CERTAIN there were some feelings between them and I LOVED it. I am bisexual and I was ECSTATIC for a potential queer relationship between two masculine-portrayed dudes. I went on tumblr to express my newfound theory, only to find out that this was a real THING. “Destiel” was already an idea that had absolutely and intensely BLOSSOMED in the fandom for several seasons already. So many others saw what I saw and saw the potential of emotionally tortured/constipated “daddy’s blunt instrument” dean and the unfeeling daddy’s boy cas “crack in his chassis” Winchester being allowed to be happy together. I felt validated and hopeful. For a while.

Then it was season after season of hopefulness for them to be finally happy with each other while still fighting the ills of their world with sam and the other new members of their family that were added along the way, only to constantly have that hope seemingly teased away at the end every single time. By season 11 and the introduction of amara (not bashing, eventually loved her character and her development too) I gave up. I lost hope. I stopped watching the show. I didn’t want to keep watching my two favourite characters continuously abused by the story they were thrown into.

I know not everyone likes destiel, not everyone thought it was real. That’s chill, idc. Stories are so often meant to be (and sometimes inadvertently) left up to interpretation by the person experiencing and consuming them. It’s what’s so amazing about books and shows and movies that are able to make us feel so intensely about them and their characters. And I felt SO strongly about dean and cas. It was honestly really upsetting to me, the way the show was going with their relationship.

A while later season 13 had been going on and I started seeing some things pop up on my dash. Hopeful things. I did a bit of research and accidentally saw THE SCENE from season 12 and I couldn’t help myself. I restarted it. I watched the whole thing from the beginning again AND introduced it to my boyfriend I think partially as a way to ensure I wasn’t imagining shit (it took him awhile and a lot of me internally screaming during many scenes but by season 9 he was like “uh are they in gay love”). Fast forward to me finally catching up as season 14 was starting. I was still hopeful, somehow. And it happened AGAIN. Season 14 and the beginnings of 15 made me so sad. I HATED what they did with their relationship. I HATED the way it ended. I HATED the way dean treated cas and everyone around him. It felt like the show was taking his whole character arc back to day 1. I didn’t understand. I kept watching for a couple episodes after the big argument and cas left but the luster was gone and eventually I just stopped.

I love this show. It has meant so much to me as a story. So many of the characters are/were very dear to me. I know it’s a running joke with this show about character deaths and homophobia but the strength of the bond I felt was between cas and dean gave me a lot of hope. But it wasn’t enough. I felt betrayed one too many times. And for those of you who kept watching, for whatever reason, I don’t hold it against you. It’s still a beautiful and interesting story without cas and dean’s relationship. But I just personally couldn’t do it anymore.

I hadn’t planned on watching the rest of season 15 when it came back after pandemic hiatus, at least not for awhile. So imagine my FUCKING surprise when I was doom scrolling through twitter during election week on Thursday and I see supernatural trending right along with election shit.

What.

I couldn’t stop myself, I looked and literally SCREAMED and made my boyfriend spill his wine all over our couch. I didn’t know exactly what happened as I hadn’t seen the episode but APPARENTLY all my emotions and feelings had been at least partially vindicated. So I BOUGHT season 15 so I could finish watching where I had left off. I watched 8 episodes in less than 24hrs (don’t judge me there’s a quarantine) and I LIKED them. And it might’ve been bc I knew what was about to happen in 15 x18 but I really felt like the show was getting STRONGER as it neared its finish.

I was so excited for 15x19. I read so many posts from fellow fans, destiel and antis alike. There really weren’t a lot of bad emotions running around. Everyone seemed hopeful and excited like me.

I probably don’t need to go over 15x19 emotions but im going to anyway. I was disappointed. I was confused. I was angry. we are in season 15. The last season ever for this show that has had a HUGE following of fans who have loved it, sometimes unconditionally, sometimes even though it wasn’t the best (and sometimes less than good). A season and show that had just announced YES. CAS LOVES DEAN. ITS REAL. And I shouldn’t have to go over the nuances of why we would expect more after this, with two episodes to go before the show is done forever.

But I will bc im mad af.

Like I said in the beginning. Dean’s character arc has been incredible. His emotional growth – as subtle as it might’ve seemed – has been amazing. And dean has always been an emotional, loving person. he just felt like he wasn’t because the world made him feel that way. And that’s sad, y’all. Dean deserves to realize he DESERVES happiness. And in 15x18, we were finally heading basically directly there. With destiel, yes, but even if you’re anti, what cas said to dean about who he is and why he loves him obviously struck a fucking chord with dean. It obviously changed the way he viewed himself (RE: “that’s not who I am, that’s not who we are”).

But for WHATEVER reason that’s ALL we got in 15x19. One fucking SENTENCE about dean realizing maybe he’s not just built to kill people. And then jack leaves without a single mention of Eileen or cas or Charlie or literally anyone they ever cared about and dean rode off into the sunset alone with his brother while we watched a fucking FIVE MINUTE MONTAGE that made me want to hurl my own body into the sun they were driving toward. And cas is STILL DEAD.

BUT THERE’S STILL ONE EPISODE LEFT AND FUCK ME IF I HAVENT BEEN PAINTING ON MY CLOWN MAKEUP ALL WEEK. SO WHAT DO I WANT????

ONE: DEAN DESERVES HAPPINESS. REAL HAPPINESS. What the FUCK supernatural??? Wasn’t this the whole point of his arc??? And don’t get me wrong I REALLY want that happiness to come from Cas and a real spoken relationship of some sort between them bc it also ties in with my second point but tbh just PLEASE let dean be happy. Dean is a loving person and does everything for love as we JUST FOUND OUT. Dean would NOT be happy with everyone he’s ever loved gone for the rest of his life. I just don’t believe that’s fucking true. h elp him pls.

TWO: CAS DESERVES HAPPINESS. I know we got this whole speech about “happiness isn’t in the having it’s simply in being” but like. Really. Castiel was supposed to be a throwaway character no one was supposed to care about. But we all cared SO MUCH that he lasted 11 SEASONS longer than intended and became a main character and an integral part of the story. Cas has arguably sacrificed more than anyone on this show. His last act was to sacrifice his life to save the man he loved. He knew where he was going. He knew he was finally going to be able to tell dean he loved him and then immediately be taken by the empty where we know now thanks to season 15 that everyone in there just gets to dream forever about their regrets and sadness. HOW IS THAT FAIR. HOW IS THAT A GOOD ENDING FOR CAS. HOW DO YOU EXPECT ANYONE – CHARACTERS AND FANS ALIKE –TO BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT. Its messed up, supernatural. Y’all KNOW it is and I hope to HIGH HEAVENS this is going to be corrected in 15x20.

THREE: give sam Eileen back.

Well that’s all I’ve got in me, folks. I’m absolutely and intensely dreading Thursday. Im scared and nervous and obviously still angry that this is absolutely going to be the opposite of what they promised – another “game of thrones” ending. Some of y’all are giving me hope with your posts about maybe they’re trying to keep the ending a surprise and maybe cas is coming back and how can they not and why else would they have done the second to last episode like that and I hope yall are right.

Either way, im glad I am not alone with my feelings. Thanks yall for the experience of this fandom and show. Let’s stick together on Thursday, no matter our differences.

PS stop calling jensen ackles a homophobe or ill hex you.

#supernatural #destiel #deancas #oh and #saileen #just to make sure theyre not forgotten #dean winchester #castiel #Misha Collins #jensen ackles #15x18 #15x20 #15x19 #i fucking guess #dean x castiel #casdean #castiel x dean #supernatural season 15

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abrakophile · 3 years

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I was looking through a bunch of junk and found some letters from my dad when he was in the army. I’m afraid I'll accidently toss them, so maybe I’ll put them here?

OPs Name JUNE 02 03

I LOVE YOU

THIS IS MY NAME IN KURDISH

*my dad wrote his first and last name, and under it, in Kurdish*

ILL TRY AND FIND OUT HOW TO WRITE YOUR NAME AND MOMS TOO.

ITS STILL HOT. I WORK AND READ BOOKS TO PASS THE TIME AWAY.

HOW ARE YOU DOING? GOOD I HOPE. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? DO YOU EVER HANG OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS? TELL THEM I SAID “WASSUP?” NAH, DONT TELL THEM. TELL ME WHAT YOUR THINKING. I’M TRYING TO SEND YOU SOME MORE OF MY DRAWINGS. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DRAW YOU? DID YOU LIKE THE DRAWING I SENT YOU OF YOU NAME? ITS ALRIGHT IF YOU DIDNY. JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU DO WANT ME TO DRAW YOU.

(Flip Page)

THIS IS WEIRD! (The page does not have lines on the left side of it) i WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS PIECE OF PAPER. HaHa

I MISS YOU ALOT. PLEASE SOND ME SOME MORE OF YOUR DRAWINGS, YOU CAN DRAW ME ANYTHING YOU WANT TO.

ARE YOU BEING GOOD FOR YOUR MOM? ITS NICE IF YOU HELP HER OUT WHILE I’M AWAY.

HAVE YOU BEEN ANYPLACE NEW? HOW IS SCHOOL GOING FOR YOU? IS MOMMY GOING TO SCHOOL? I KNOW I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL WHEN I GET BACK. HOPEFULLY I GET THE CHANCE TO LEARN EVERYTHING THAT THERE IS TO KNOW. THAT WOULD BE GREAT.

ALSO, ID LIKE TO DO SOME FISHING? HOW ABOUT YOU? I GUESS ILL END HERE. BE GOOD AND STAY IN SCHOOL. AND JUST SAY NO TO DRUGS.

THEYRE BAD.

I LIVE YOU OP

*hearts and x’s* DADDY

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(I don’t know if all these pages are in order or if it’s missing any, but this was the letter in the same stack as the last but this one was for my mom. In some places his indents indicate passage of time.)

I HAVENT HAD ANY TIME TO WRITE SINCE WEVE BEEN ON THE ROAD, NOT TO MENTION THAT WE CAN’T SEND MAIL WHEN WE’RE MOVING ALL THE TIME.

WEVE BEEN ON THE ROAD FOR ABOUT FIVE OR SIX DAYS, I HAVENT REALLY BEEN COUNTING. I KNOW I TOLD YOU THAT WE’D BE IN KUWAIT FOR A WHILE, BUT THAT WAS SO YOU WOULDNT BE WORRIED. I’M GOING TO KEEP THIS LETTER THOUGH, TILL I GET HOME.

ABOUT TWO NIGHTS AGO, WE DROVE THROUGH BAGDHAD, SOMEBODY SAID THAT THERE WERE PILED BODIES, I DONT KNOW IF IT WAS TRUE.

AND I GUESS YESTERDAY, A COUPLE OF PEOPLE SAID THEY SAW A MISSILE OR SOEMTHING SHOT AT US. I WAS TRYING TO FIX A TRUCK SO I DIDNT SEE IT.

ITS NOT AS DUSTY HERE IN IRAQ. IT REMINDS ME OF THE CONVOYS IN KOREA.

MOST OF THE PEOPLE WILL WAVE “HI”. SOME OTHERS DONT.

I SAW A KID OPEN HIS HAND ONCE WHILE MOVING, AND IT SAID “BUSH” THAT WAS KIND OF COOL.

OH YEAH. HERES A STORY. WHILE OUT DOING A MISSION, ONE OF OUR “BRADLEY” TANKS FIRED ON AN ENEMY AMMO TRUCK AND CLIPPED A KID. THE ROUNDS BLEW ONE OF HIS LEGS OFF AND SOME OF THE OTHER, FROM THE KNEE DOWN. SO THE MEDICS PICKED HIM UP AND BROUGHT HIM TO OUR RECONCOLIDATING POINT FOR MEDICAL TREATMENT. I GUESS HE EVENTUALLY DIED FROM LOSS OF BLOOD THE NEXT NIGHT AND YESTERDAY THEY TOOK HIM OUT AND BURIED HIM.

ALSO WE PICKED UP ABOUT 25-30 P.O.W.s AND SENT THEM SOUTH.

IT GETS PRETTY COLD AT NIGHT. AND THE DAY’S ARE VERY HOT.

SINCE WE LEFT KUWAIT ITS BEEN ME AND MENDOZA IN THE FIVE TON WRECKER AND I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT ITS BEEN EXCITING. WE KEPT GETTING SEPERATED FROM THE CONVOY AND BREAKING DOWN. BUT I THINK THAT WERE BETTER NOW. HOPEFULLY.

IM STILL WAITING TO BE AMBUSHED TO MAKE ALL THIS SEEM REAL TO ME. A PART OF ME WANTS IT AND ANOTHER DOESNT.

AND IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY OUR UNIT HAS TO STAY IN UNIFORM, EVERYONE ELSE WEARS T-SHIRTS AND BANDENA’S AND RAGS ON THEIR HEAD

WERE STILL GOING NORTH. NOBODY KNOWS HOW LONG WE’LL STAY. ITS NOT THAT BAD HERE. MEANING, IT COULD BE WORSE.

I USED A “SHIT-CHAIR”. ITS JUST A METAL CHAIR WITH A HOLE CUT IN THE MIDDLE AND THE SEAT FROM A TOILET BOLTED TO IT, GROSS.

HELICOPTERS CAN BE HEARD ALL DAY AND NIGHT. I GOT TO SEE THEM DROP BOMBS ALL DAY ABOUT 3 DAYS AGO, FROM A DISTANCE OF COURSE.

ILL BE DRIVING AGAIN, IN A MINUTE. PROBABLY RE-FUEL AND BACK ON THE ROAD AGAIN. IM ENJOYING IT.

I HAVE 8 MAGAZINES FULL OF ROUNDS. NO GRENADES, BUT I LIKE IT LIKE THAT.

SOMETIMES IT SMELLS LIKE SHIT.

I GUESS ILL END IT HERE FOR NOW

I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU TWO TWICE IF NOT THRICE AS MUCH AS YOU MIGHT MISS ME TOO.

HELLO AGAIN. WERE SOMEWHERE NEAR TIKRI + MOSUL. YESTERDAY, ME + MENDOZA WENT LOOKING FOR MOMENTO’S. WE BROKE A LOCK TO A NEAR BY BUNKER AND FOUND 6 A.K.47s! BUT ON OUR WAY BACK TO TURN THEM IN, MAJOR TATU GOT THEM FROM US. I WAS SO PISSED. BUT I GOT A GAS MASK w/ FILTER, A FULL MAGAZINE CLIP FROM ONE OF THE A.K.s AND A BERET WITH IRAQ 1 RANK ON IT.

I MADE A STENCIL FOR THE TRUCK WERE RIDING IN. ITS CALLED THE “GAMBLER.” YESTERDAY MENDOZA DROVE, SO TODAY ILL BE DRIVING.

IM NOT POSITIVE, BUT, I THINK WERE GOING TO TURKEY. NIETO SAYS THAT HE OVERHEARD SOMEBODY FROM S1 (or SI, I’m not sure) SAYING WE MIGHT GET PAID EXTRA FOR GOING THROUGH BAGHDAD.

I THINK NIETO’S MAD AT ME. CANT EXPLAIN WHY. MAYBE ITS BECAUSE IM RIDING WITH MENDOZA AND HE DOESNT LIKE MENDOZA TOO MUCH. OH WELL, WHATEVER REASON, HOPE THINGS GET NORMAL AGAIN. HAVE TO GO,

*hearts and xs*

TODAY IS THE 25th OF APRIL, I RECEIVED FIVE OR SIX (OR SEVEN) LETTERS YESTERDAY. THE LATEST WAS DATED 07 OF APRIL. THAT TELLS ME THAT ITS GOING TO TAKE A WHILE TO COMMUNICATE.

WE HAVENT RECEIVED MAIL BECAUSE WEVE BEEN MOVING NEVER STAYING IN ONE PLACE MORE THAN A DAY, OR TWO, UNTIL NOW. WE’VE BEEN IN THIS SPOT GOING ON FOUR DAYS TOMORROW?!

GIVE ME A MINUTE...

FOR THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS IVE BEEN HELPING MENDOZA PULL THE ENGINE OUT OF A 5 TON TRUCK AND SWITCH IT w/ ANOTHER ONE. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EASY BUT THE FLY WHEEL SEIZED UP INSIDE THE BELL HOUSING. ITS FINISHED NOW AND THE RUMOR IS WE’RE LEAVING (OR MOVING) AGAIN TOMORROW.

ITS 10:33 THURSDAY MORNING. YOUR TIME IS 12:32 JUST TURNING THURSDAY.

I ALMOST CRYED WHEN I SAW ELIS PICTURE. I REALLY MISS BOTH OF YOU. LET ME BACK TO BEFORE I GOT DISTRACTED. I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO SEND MAIL BECAUSE WE’VE BEEN MOVING. BUT I GUESS THAT WHATEVER THREAT THERE WAS (IF ANY), ISNT SO THREATFUL ANYMORE, WE CAN START RECEIVING AND SENDING MAIL. NO PHONE TO CALL FROM, AND NO INTERNET TO E-MAIL FROM.

THE WHOLE UNIT IS SCATTERED, SO EVEN IF I GET WHAT YOU NEED IT’LL TAKE FOREVER TO GET IT TO YOU. LET ME PULL THOSE LETTERS BACK OUT. OH WAIT. I DID LAUNDRY AND SOME UNDERWEAR THATS DRY, FELT HARD, OH WELL, WAIT A SECOND, K

I HAD TO FOLD SOME T-SHIRTS. ALL MY SOCKS ARE STILL DAMP.

YOU CAN USE MY CONTRACT TO SHOW THAT I ENLISTED IN TEXAS AND HOWS THIS

*On a separate sheet my dad wrote a detailed note for my mom to give to someone to confirm that he did want to buy a house. He writes “I AM ALIVE AND WELL.” and “PLEASE ACCEPT THIS PAPER”, then he signed it with his scribble signature, and underneath it wrote his name in print and added “1st SQUADRON 10th CAVALRY HEADQUARTERS TROOP (I have no clue what this means)*

HOW’S THAT? HOPE I SPELLED EVERYTHING CORRECTLY. IM ALMOST READY WITH A DESIGN TO COVER THE OTHER TATTOOS ON MY LEFT FOREARM.

I JUST FINISHED LOOKING OVER ALL THOSE LETTERS YOU SENT FOR ME

IM BACK! I GOT SLEEPY SO I TRYED TO LAY DOWN FOR A LITTLE BIT. NO SLEEP. I DONT THINK. I DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH WATER TO WASH MY DCV’S AND A PAIR OF BDV’S. BESIDES FOR DRINKING WATER, BUT WE HAVE TO CONSERVE IT.

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE RUMORS. TOMORROW WE’LL BE LEAVING FOR THE IRAN/IRAQ BORDER TO DO “PEACE KEEPING” FOR 3 TO 6 mths. OTHERS SAY THAT THE 4ID (i think is what this says) GENERAL WANTS TO KEEP US HERE TILL NOV., THATS WHEN 1 CAV WILL COME TO REPLACE US. WHILE OTHERS SAY WE MIGHT LEAVE BY JUNE. NOTHINGS FOR SURE.

SMALLER RUMORS FLOATING AROUND THE SITE ARE; RAMSEY AND SFC BACON ARE SLEEPING TOGETHER. SGT SIREK HAS PLANS TO TAKE NIETO AS HIS APPRENTICE AND PADIWAN LEARNER OF THE DARK SIDE. LITTLE BLACK ARNOLD IS MILITARY INTELLIGENCE FOR SPECIAL FORCES OPERATING UNDER COVER A SURVEILLENCE AS PART OF

*the rest of the page is blank*

IM BACK. TODAY IS THE 27th. I GOT BACK TO THE LITTLE CAMP AREA ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF AGO. I LEFT YESTERDAY MORNING TO, WELL, AS PART OF DE-CON (DE-CONTAMINATION) MISSION. HERES THE INFORMATION THAT I GATHERED.

A SITE HAD BEEN FOUND THAT WAS THOUGHT TO HAVE CHEMICAL WEAPONS AND 1-10 WAS APPOINTED TO GO TO THE SITE AND DE-CON THE CIVILIANS THAT WERE GOING TO OPEN THEM. AS IT TURNS OUT THE CIVILIANS HAVE BEEN DE-LAYED AND WOULD BE SET BACK 1 DAY.

THE NBC TEAM THAT I WAS WITH WERENT PREPARED TO STAY OVER NIGHT AND AS FORCASTED BY SSG MINOR WE MIGHT HAVE HAD TO STAY 3 TO 4 DAYS. EVERYBODY WAS PISSED.

LATELY ITS BEEN GETTING REALLY COLD AT NIGHT AND WE JUST HAPPENED TO BE NEAR A RUNNING RIVER. SO THE, ITS ABOUT 9 O’CLOCK AND IM BEAT, NO SLEEPING BAG OR ANYTHING TO COVER UP WITH AND I DECIDE TO TRY AND SLEEP. I GET AS COMFORTABLE AS POSSIBLE AND I GET ATTACKED BY MOSQUITOS. NOW IM PISSED SO I DECIDED TO JUST TO STAY UP ALL NIGHT. ABOUT 10PM ONE OF THE HEMTT (this might just say “hemi”, I don’t know) FUELERS SHOWS UP AND SGT TORRES SAYS HE HAS EVERYBODYS SLEEPING BAG! THE SITES ABOUT 45 MINS AWAY AND THEY LEFT SOMETIME MID AFTERNOON TO GET OUR SHIT, I HATE THESE PEOPLE.

RIGHT NOW ITS 9:01 PM AND ITS 11:02 AM YOUR TIME. I MISS YOU.

RIGHT NOW IM GOING TO ADDRESS AN ENVELOPE AND HAVE IT READY TO SEND TOMMOROW THE 28th. IM SORRY IF IT SEEMS THAT IM NOT WRITING VERY OFTEN. FOR A WHILE WE COULDN’T. AND NOW THAT IT SEEMS WE MIGHT BE HERE A LITTLE WHILE, THEYVE KEPT ME REALLY BUSY. LET ME ADDRESS THE ENVELOPES (he drew a star here)

ALL DONE. I THOUGHT ABOUT THE HOUSE A LOT TODAY AND YESTERDAY. IM SURE BY THE TIME THIS LETTER REACHES YOU, YOU’LL HAVE EITHER GOTTEN IT OR GAVE IT UP. IM O.K. WITH EITHER DECISION YOUVE MADE.

YOUVE KEPT THIS FAMILY TOGETHER, AND THAT MAKES ME PROUD. YOUR SMART, ATTRACTIVE AND FUNNY. AND YOU DONT TAKE ANY SHIT FROM ANYBODY. I LOVE YOU.

I HOPE THAT OUR DAUGHTER TURNS OUT TO BE LIKE YOU.

I GUESS ILL MAIL THIS TOMORROW, FIRST THING, SO

EVER YOURS

EVER MINE

*my dad signed it with his scribble, and wrote his name under it. under that are hearts and x’s with my mom’s name and then my name under hers.*

#very personal but where the fuck am i gonna put them? you know where i kinda cant lose them?#letters from the guy that was my dad #pt 1 #long post

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ierogenvy · 4 years

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mel @bourgeoix tagged me in the "Tell Me Good Things That Happened This Year" meme thing so here we go ! here r my top 5:

movies i watched

perks of being a wallflower (ive already seen this b4 this year but i also havent watched it since then so. i cried real hard)

rocky horror picture show

just mercy

the wrong missy (im only including this bc i (accurately) guessed the plot and the ending bc its just a bad fanfic/romcom and my dad got angry bc he thought id looked up the movie. like no i just saw what they did there. also i regretably like david spade movies)

hot rod (those of u that pay attention may know that i almost exclusively watch this when im under an influence but its actually really good)

tv shows i watched

dead to me

parks and rec and the good place share a spot bc i watch them on repeat near constantly

criminal minds (i finished it this year and got hatecrimed by reid x jj)

the witcher (technically i started watching it last year w a group of people but then a few weeks later i found out they had finished it w/o me so i watched it later)

i mean. tiger king. i wish i could watch it for the first time again.

songs i listened to

heart of glass (cover) by miley cyrus

4 morant by doja cat (unreleases, on soundcloud/yt only :/)

superbloom by ashton irwin (the whole album. like it dominated by spotify wrapped and it only existed for like a week while they were collecting data)

danke schoen (the first one from the parade in ferris buellers day off)

i cant think of another song bc my brain is stuck on danke schoen now but id just like to give a shoutout to my discover weekly and to kj for consistenly recommending me good music that i like

books i read

i actually managed to read some non-fanfiction books this year so here they are !

brave new world by adolus huxley (fun fact i "read" this with the audiobook and i had to stop bc its ... a lot. like dense made up words. too long, just in general. anyways i only give this a 4/10 but i did finally finish it. so.)

13 minutes by sarah pinborough (ya thriller; im obsessed; 11/10 def reccomend)

the female of the species by mindy mcginnis (another ya "thriller;" beginning and middle way more interesting than end; 6/10, read it if u like being disappointed)

hollow by rhonda parrish (a ya thriller/supernatural mystery; huge rape tw; 5/10, interesting concept but the execution was weird and the end wasnt satisfying)

ive run out of books that ive read. oh dear. i bought the goldfinch at a used bookstore and ive seen the movie so that counts, right? (it doesnt. 10/10 gay as hell)

good things that happened to me

i got a pay raise and position change at work and i dont dread work as much anymore !

i have learned how to make space for myself and not say yes to everything all the time

ive made so many lovely friends here on tumblr ! if u dont think im talking about u i am <3

i got the strawberry milkshake cow pillow pet <3<3

i used my planner for most of the year, i didnt completly abandon it the second my classes were over

thank u mel <3

i am tagging @5sosofficial @elliotjonesss @wrappeditmyslf @1-800-klaushargreeves @soccer-kate-22 @drybranmuffin @lirry @triangleankle and anyone that wants to/hasnt done this yet ! <3

#dont mind me #tag game #thank u mel this was fun ! also im calling u a nerd #for ur book choices but also thats so u its cute ily #calls u nerd in an endearing way #nerd (affectionate)

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incorrect-hs-quotes · 5 years

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oohohoho you just opened the deepest can of worms on the planet

-mod dave, who wrote a fucking ten mile essay

first off, addressing the second anon, no theyre all humans. h., half humans at least. cause yall know me i fucking love my humanstuck aus off my ASS

(that would be funny as hell though. a troll from space walking into a camp on earth going “I AM THE SON OF ONE OF YOUR EARTH GODS. BITCH” like... holy shit)

so first things first their parents. im gonna lay this out, the beta kids and trolls are all greek (EXCEPT sollux hes roman cause his parent has no greek equivalent), and all the alpha kids and trolls are those gods roman equivalents (,,EXCEPT dirk cause he kinda balances sollux being roman out). i havent figured out how thatd happen like 16+ times yet cause in the percy jackson books theres only ever been one instance of two siblings of the same godly descent being greek and roman respectively in HISTORY so like.. i guess th. i guess thats just not a problem in this au

anyway this gets really long so im gonna talk about the beta kids and trolls cause i havent elaborated on the alphas at all ((peep the tags if you wanna see their parents though))

johns the son of zeus, rose is the daughter of athena, dave is the son of apollo, and jade is the daughter of demeter. they were all raised in their respective states, all had to come to new york for various reasons. jades been there the longest, shes been there 9 years and shes been on a couple quests. her biggest accomplishment so far is how she protected the camp from this big vicious angry hellhound that got past the barrier. naturally the girls fluent in Dog Training, so she steps up and instead of trying to kill this thing, she reaches out and tames it as fast as she can. it ends up actually working, and ever since that day she, her cabin, and the camp have a whole bodyguard sleeping right outside the demeter cabin! hes her steed in battle and hes a Very Good Boy. and his name is becquerel

johns the newest kid at camp, he has no idea who he is or why the fuck his school got attacked or why in the hell those anemoi thuellai were so fixated on him or HOW in the hell he absorbed the lightning one threw at him and ended up fine,,, hes just a big mess right now. a big enough mess that when he got claimed by literally zeus, no one else was around, he shrugged it off as some basic magical happening, and he stayed in the hermes cabin far longer than he should have cause no one! fucking knew he got claimed! by zeus of all people! dumbass. he ends up figuring it out though. like an off-hand mention about how this “weird lightning thing appeared above my head a couple weeks ago, haha weird right?” once he figures it out he realizes “hey i might be able to fly” so he sneaks off into the woods to try it. he succeeds fairly quickly but god almighty everyones face the one day the dude just yote himself off a small cliff without warning,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

dave and rose are really tight, theyve been there roughly the same time length, and since their cabins are across from each other they just bother each other all the time. daves the resident Doctor even though he really doesnt look it cause hes got the apollo powers. apollo is the medicine god. so if you wound your stupid ass in battle daves in the ER room patching you up with his glowy hands. rose on the other hand is a very good strategist. shes one of the only athena kids ever recorded to actually have a power - telekinesis. she has no idea how she developed it, she thinks its from birth, but it freaks her out. shes training it though.

so the beta trolls, are also all human(ish). aradias hades kid. but i pulled a pjo trope on her based on one of my favorite characters (im not saying for spoilers, but if you recognize the situation, You Probably Know Who Its Based Off) and aradia died. her mom, the handmaid, had been pulling some Shady Ass Shit and ended up getting herself killed, but aradia tried saving her and ended up going down with her.

so handmaid gets sentenced to the fields of punishment in the underworld, and aradia gets sentenced to elysium, heroes paradise. shes like “no i want my mom to be okay” so they take that away from aradia and they put them both in the fields of asphodel, the neverending grey space for Not So Good But Not So Bad people. her mom becomes a shade (shadow spirit, no human resemblance), as all people do, but aradia. doesnt? and she gets dunked in the fucking river lethe and if you dont know what that does it erases your memory. so she just. comes out of the river like “hello? wgat tae fukc goin on??” but she still remembers one thing. there was an “a” in her name.

tavros is the son of hermes, hes just kinda taken on the role of backup counselor for when the actual cabin counselor is out. hes in a wheelchair, but he also has prosthetic legs for when he needs to actually stand up and fight. hes really good at it too. also catch him in winged converse cause he Owns Those and Uses Them To His Advantage. hes trying his best to keep focused on the camp, cause aradia was his childhood friend, he misses her a whole lot, she never got to camp in the first place. and to his knowledge, shes still dead.

sollux is a janus kid. thats a problem cause janus is roman, and this is a greek camp. he grew up with dave, he showed up with dave, hes been at camp as long as dave. but hes been unclaimed since he showed up so he thinks hes unwanted by whatever parent he has. he knows hes a demigod, he got through the camp barriers, so what the fuck is wrong with him? he also feels shitty cause hes shit at the greek lessons, he cant read a lick of it which literally every demigod without exception should be able to do, he cant name any gods- well, he can, but.. he gets their names mixed up. why does he keep calling poseidon “neptune”? and he has a much, much different way of natural fighting than other kids. they slice, he jabs. he wasnt taught to jab.

karkat is an aphrodite kid with vitiligo, and to make matters worse, hes ace and on the aro spectrum. to make matters WORSE, the aphrodite kids are kinda notorious for being really shallow, really materialistic, and really mean. karkats been dubbed the “runt” of the cabin, he gets made fun of for his spots to the point where he uses make up and magic to conceal them. worst of all? hes the kid of the goddess of love, for fucks sake. being reminded that “loveless people shouldnt be able to stay in this cabin, mom must have made a mistake claiming you” is kind of.. a blow to the self esteem. long story short he hates aphrodite for claiming him, and would have rather stayed in the hermes cabin. but he eventually goes on this big quest thats vague as fuck right now but Its The Main Plot, he ends up proving to himself that hes worth something and that his siblings are wrong, and my FAVORITE LINE IN THE WHOLE THING i came up with is HIS when he deals a final blow to some big monster: “REMEMBER MY FACE THE NEXT TIME YOU REINCARNATE. MY NAME IS KARKAT VANTAS, I’M THE SON OF APHRODITE, AND LOOKS CAN KILL.”

nepeta isnt anywhere near developed as others are unfortunately, shes a daughter of ares and shes really really good at hand to hand combat. shes small but she leads groups of people in things ranging from camp volleyball games to actual literal wars. shes a tough little shit

kanaya isnt really developed either, i have yet to figure out most of her powers too actually, shes a daughter of iris, the rainbow goddess though. (blatant reference to both kanayas vampirism and. h. her. sh. es ga. gay) ONE THING SHE CAN DO THOUGH is iris message at will without water or drachmas so really shes just everyones go to cell phone and its fucking hilarious cause people just come into the cabin like “KANAYA I NEED TO TALK TO [X]” and shes like “You Better Fucking Pay Me I Am Not Your Personal Cell Phone”

terezi is the daughter of nemesis and she has this really peculiar power she hasnt really gotten the hang of yet. she has synesthesia, so while she cant see she can smell and taste the colors of her surroundings and its really helpful. sometimes though she gets messages from her mom. they dont even come as dreams half the time, they come as almost a different plane altogether. tez has the power to literally tip the scales, pretty much. and when she gets like that, she can see. shes not on earth though, shit on earth stops when shes like that. shes just kinda In Her Own Head, i guess? and in her head she holds the two scales in her hands. she is the arms of the scale. and depending on which one she lifts up, she can literally alter the fate of the battle or happening thats going on By Herself. once she chooses she just whooshes back to real life though and nothing has changed. the only downside? it takes a LOT of energy and cant be exploited for little things. her one thing on her bucket list is to tap into said powers while getting something from a vending machine so like three things will fall out but it hasnt happened yet and shes upset

vriskas a daughter of tyche, the luck goddess, come the fuck on you knew i was gonna, i havent really elaborated on her either and im upset about that. but hey now you get a break from all those fucking paragraphs

equius is a hephaestus kid, and he kinda stays in the background. hes a range fighter, he spends a lot of time in the forge, and even though its been a project looooong since forgotten, hes been excavating the tunnels under cabin nine for years. by himself. he has no idea where they lead, but dammit hes gonna find out where. he has no idea about a certain bunker in the woods though...

gamzees just there for a fucking laugh tbh hes a son of dionysus and i love that cause hes the god of wine and parties and insanity. usually gamzees just zoning out somewhere hes Not supposed to be, and hes not affected by the maenads FUCKED UP BULLSHIT that goes down the forest sometimes. also hes so fucking scared of tavroses wing shoes he tried them on once while he was high and JESUS CHRIST

eridan is the son of kymopoleia, a SUPER obscure goddess. lets just say dont fuck with eridan cause his mom is the goddess of violent sea storms,

and naturally, feferi is the daughter of poseidon. cause who the FUCK else would she be the daughter of. WHO. NAME ONE GOD

OH AND JUST CAUSE I FORGOT CALLIE AND CALIBORN ARE SATYRS IN THIS AU. CALLIE HAS PAN PIPES. and caliborn still has a gun

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batsysims · 6 years

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didnt wanna do an actual Simself Edit™ so have an arrested development reference

anyways

i was tagged by @0cherub & i tag any1 who hasnt done this yet bc who doesnt like answering 125 questions abt themselves oh also @flavortowne im forcing you to do this sry

get to know me tag

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? its batsy dont worry abt it

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? its batsy dont worry abt it

3. BIRTHDAY? september 15

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? what?? are books

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? ye both

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? ummmm idk lmfao i havent “read” a “book”” in like 5 years

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? 35 & 36 on sirius are like basically the exact same station but that doesnt mean i dont constantly alternate between the two whenever im near a radio

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? pink is a v trustworthy flavor

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? *owen wilson voice* wrow

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? what kinda question is this wt f ive currently reobsessed myself w marina and the diamonds so honestly any of her discography

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? idk any words :^/ sry

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? wheels on the bus im exhausted

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? man in the high castle. man in the high castle. man in the high ca

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? clerks al;dksfjf

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? almost exclusively sims and fallout but every once in a while some indie game i find on steam so. yea

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? never doing anything in my life and having nothing 2 look forward to!! yay

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? probably my resiliency, maybe?? idk

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? my habit of allowing bad things to happen to me lol

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? cats but im sorta kinda indifferent 2 both i think i might 1 of the 5 ppl on earth who dont like having pets

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? summer and fall

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? yea

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? not being lazy lmfao

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? @flavortowne eye emoji

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? blue

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? its natural brown but im thinkn abt going either red or blonde again

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? like 3 ppl irl and everyone on discord u guys legit

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? my person and @flavortowne eye emoji

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? tom hardy. what is his end goal

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? tbh going 2 basic lmfao im!! lame

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? as of right now,, spiderverse lol

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? teletubbies was fckn legit and so was old school spongebob

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? my person

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? im not superstitious,,, but i am a little stitious

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? i cant deal w fishing poles idk

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? in front babey

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? sims or stitching play foods 4 the kid to use on her play kitchen

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? stop asking book questions

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? spiderverse yeye

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? piano & i try 2 pretend i know what im doing w a ukulele

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? stingrays :^)

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? legit all my mutuals

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? i had an oc that could read ppls memories like a scrapbook if he touched them and i always honestly thought that was. cool

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? in my house!! the door b locked bitch!!!!

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? toddler being an idiot toddler

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? its not really,, a sport,, but i bike

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? cream soda in those glass bottles is top tier non-alcoholic beverage

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? i wrote a letter 2 my person telling him he was an idiot and by the time it was mailed 2 his house i was already living there lol

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? nah

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? either ppl blowing vape in my face or holding something so close to my face i cant see i just go ballistic

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? nope unless u count a sesame street liveshow like 10 years ago

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? nope!

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? a cop lmfao

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? this is horrible but the setting of new vegas i just feel like id be at home there, w the radiation and constant danger and dehydration

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? the kid

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? only when im looking in the mirror adlkfj start thinkn abt a different face showing up instead of mine idk

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? yea

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? skipped a whole year adlfkj

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? this is basic but i miss the tri-state area

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? this is basic but i miss nj

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? yea :^/ a dog, a cat, and uhhhh 14 fish

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? night owl but honestly im just always tired

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? sunsettttt

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? i do

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? headphones. they just work

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? nah but i need em

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? i listen to everything tbh

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? michael cera

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? i used to read them religiously but not so much any more. i am reading the TAZ graphic novel tho

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? having to repeat myself 20 times. or being an idiot when i wanna start a new hobby

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? idk how to read

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? honestly i had a blast in econ and my law enforcement class

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? a bro, another sibling, and a half-bro

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? food lmfao

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? every time i measure myself im 5′2″ but the government insists that i am 5′3″ so w/e

75. CAN YOU COOK? yeap

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? alcohol, bike riding, wearing stupid makeup

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? ppl holding me back, bird box, when my nail breaks before i can file it so its all oglee

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? uh idk?? i dont have,, many,,,, friends

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? bi

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? sc :’^(

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? my brother

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? 2 nights ago the kid pistol whipped me in the chin w her phone and it just hurt so bad it legit made me lose it

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? ok this is dumb as shit the kid is obsessed w Blippi and i have a mom crush on him afdslfkjs

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? ye

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? i am currently obsessed w L.O.L. Surprise! Pop but all in all probs Pocket Camp

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? bad as parents but theyre fine now that im an adult and they have a grandkid they can like

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? i dont like a majority of them lmfao but idk maybe uh?? irish

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? rly wanna go to nevada but im moving to the mojave soon anyways so

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 15

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? nope

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? i was raised christian but i dont rly give a shit abt any of that

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OR THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? outer space my dood the ocean is dumb and scary

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? im jus livin my life

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? i mean. im lactose intolerant but thats abt it

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? nope

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? no

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? when im wrong abt something

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? forest ig bad choices

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? i dont think i was ever given advice, ever. maybe thats why im like this

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? idk i try not 2 lie unless its like. an obvious exaggeration for the lols

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? wtf idk ok i just did one of those quizzes & im a slytherin?? what does that mean

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? yeah

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? more of an introvert but im ok w going out there if i gotta

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? i keep one for the kid but thats abt it

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? nah. unless it was something stupid like burning food like im not gonna ban u from the kitchen

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? if theres an id i guess mail it 2 the address on there?? idk ive never just. found a wallet. i think this happens a lot less than all the hypotheticals make it out to be

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? if theyre dedicated to it. i dont think ppl can just do it over night and i dont think its ever a 100% change

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? dont touch me

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? Yep

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? 2 in both ears but thats it

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? spidr...mna

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? no :^( once im cleared for them tho deffo

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? i hate that this is the answer but enlisting adlfkjs

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? yeah ig??

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? glasses

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? 2 late

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? we all b stupit

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? idk?? i get embarrassed but also get over it quick so like. idk

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? yea

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? black & red

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? mhm

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? i was on nickelodeon back when they had those cuts to the Live Studio Audience™

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 21

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? “I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days before you’ve actually left them.”

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? savory i almost never eat anything sweet

#get to know me tag #now that ive posed this i wanna get back in2 making pose packs sigh

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drews-diary · 3 years

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21.08.19

today’s diary entry is gonna be weird. also hi, its been a while. a few days ago, i learned that the fourteen year old i tutor has a boyfriend. and while that is a perfectly reasonable age to have a boyfriend i just cant get over the fact that someone born in 2007 is already capable of typing let alone dating. I remember when my friends little brother who was also born in 2007 was crawling around and cried cuz he hit his head on the table. but to be fair that didnt really bother me too much as i always felt as though i was stagnant and things around me were the ones always changing.

But then today i was listening to taylor swift’s old albums cuz i was feeling nostalgic and i listened to fifteen from the fearless album that came out back in 2009 and i realized that she released that song when she was around twenty which means she probably wrote in when she was in her teens writing about how she knows so much more than she did back when was starting high school that she wish she could tell her younger self. and i remembered listening to that album as a child and expecting myself to feel the same by the time i became an adult. yet here i am at 21 no thoughts head empty. and i realized that even if i met 15 year old me there is next to nothing i would want to tell her because i still feel like i am more or less still the same ignorant uninformed person. the only thing i would tell her is to stop fucking around and focus on school.

i feel like i dont have as much experience as the other people around me. I never used to care that i’ve never been romantically involved with someone, but i always thought it would happen eventually when i got to college but a three semesters have passed and i have yet to take a single class on campus.

to be completely honest the only reason i am even fever writing this right now is because i had a ice cream blending cold brew from starbucks this evening because i had to get up excruciatingly early for class registration (which i completely failed at) and had three tutoring classes today meaning i didnt have time for my daily afternoon nap so the coffee was the only thing making sure i didnt fall asleep during my last class. I purposely dont drink coffee regularly so that i can use it like a magic potion when i need it and the caffeine hits me like a bus. it has been six hours and i am still wide-eyed i should not have gotten a grande. today was also my first time trying coldbrew so there’s that. i was kinda grateful for the effects because it made sure i was awake for today’s episode of hospital playlist but now i kinda wanna sleep since i didnt get much last night and i would like to make sure i dont miss my class tomorrow morning, i have to get up at at least ten, but here i am typing this.and i think i am just going to keep going.

my family moved recently, and for the time being my entire room is surrounded by bookshelves because my brother’s bed is too big and we cant fix any bookshelves into his room and i am only using a mattress topper thing for the next few months. this is because i finally convinced my mom to let me throw out that horrid bed with the curved head and foot board with the flower decorations that always dug into the back of my head, neck, and back when i was trying to read. so that is the situation in my room until the end of the year when hopefully my brother’s whole situation will be over and we can finally go furniture shopping and switch rooms. (we are also currently living in each other’s room because his permanent room aka my current room cannot fit his fucking gigantic boat bed. actually i really love that bed i wish he was still young enough to use it its so cute.

i find our new neighborhood unsettling. like its probably because i got so attached to our old house that we lived in for nine years but i dont know. the place we moved to is a location that i used to spend some time in when we first moved to korea but i literally havent been here in nine years as mentioned earlier, and i am slowly piecing my memories of the geography as well as blending it with the incredibly limited knowledge i have of the nearby surroundings that i built riding the bus and when i was learning to drive because the school that i went to is kind of near our new place. anyways to get back to the subject this new neighborhood is full of too many happy families with these little kids that run around with their sticky little fingers flailing around. like hello we are still in the middle of a global pandemic i swear to god parents of little kids will go loose their minds when their children get sick yet they let them just run around spreading their disgusting little disease to the rest of us. ugh i hate kids. but thats besides the point the reason i think the new neighborhood feels dystopian is because all of the families, children and the elders too (why are there so many elders like i dont hate them or anything most of them are fine but like where are they all coming from?) look so happy. where are the depressed high schoolers and burnt out college students? my brother and i dont seem to have any friends in this bitch. anyways so the sheer amount of happiness that seems to radiate around me reminds me of books and movies like the giver you know or like the uglies series where you start off in this utopian-esque world until you find out that it is actually fake. its unsettling.

okay now i am kind of tired good night. wait also the public transportation at our new place fucking sucks i know it’s pretty good by regular standards but i am used to subway stations, convenience stores, cafes and bus stops all being 30 seconds away from the entrance of my building. okay the bus stop took more like two minutes but whatever. and buses used to come every five minutes but now i have to walk at least ten minutes to the nearest subway station and the bus stops only have three buses and even those take so fucking long to arrive and they dont even arrive when they say they will they are always late which is why i end up fucking walking twenty minutes to the subway station because that way at least i can guarantee that i am not going to be completely late. unreliable ass buses.

fuck there’s a lot i dont like about my new neighborhood. oh wait we are also far from malls now i have to walk like half an hour to get to the nearest mall when at our old house i only had to walk ten minutes and the mall close to our new house is worse than the old one. this one’s movie theatre isnt even famous. but dont get me wrong i guess there are things i like about our new place like how you can call the elevator from inside the house or how there’s a gym and the fact that i now have ac in my room. i am just being a brat because i really loved our old house. it was perfect. even if i felt as though i was being burned alive during the summers sometimes. i also like my new blinds that let in light in the shape of constellations.

i dont currently have a desk in my room so i dont know what im going to do when school starts again in a few weeks i guess i’ll have to take my lecture on the floor or maybe on the kitchen table idk.

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flowerconcept-blog · 7 years

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soulmate!wonwoo

in this au everyone has their soulmate’s name tattooed on their skin somewhere

as a little kid you always dreamed of meeting your soulmate jeon wonwoo and wondered what he was like, but slowly over the years u started thinking less and less about him and more and more about music

you really really loved music and wanted to be able to follow your passion and so you audition to train under *jyp whisper* jyp entertainment. and u get in!!!!good job!!!

and idols……. well they are sometimes allowed to date but agencies are very very careful about soulmate marks because in the earlier years of kpop there were a bunch of scandals where saesang fans would pretend to be idols’ soulmates and it was in general super creepy and bad

despite all that, you don’t really have much time to think about jeon wonwoo anymore between vocal training and dance training and school, but every once in awhile you touch the hangul of your tattoo on your collarbone and hope that maybe he can feel it

because as busy as you are you still dream about him

and sometimes you feel regret for choosing to be an idol over finding your soulmate, but you hope that he wouldn’t want you to sacrifice your dreams for him, because you know you would be upset if he sacrificed his dreams for you!!!!

meanwhile, wonwoo is pretty much in the same place except while you are still a trainee he has already debuted!! wow!!!! and wonwoo is…….. well he’s wonwoo. he acts all moody a lot of the time but in reality he really wants to meet his soulmate and is a big mushy kid inside

you don’t actually pay a lot of attention to other idol groups beyond listening to their music and sometimes watching their stages, so u have no idea there is a jeon wonwoo in seventeen despite liking their songs

so you debut, and things are going well and people love ur group and ur members and you’re a new ~ ~~super rookie~ ~~ group

but one day you’re doing an outdoors concert and it starts to rain and the makeup covering your soulmark washes away

you don’t even realize it until you’re offstage and one of your members points it out, but your staff is just like. okay. it’s okay, we’ll up security but there haven’t been any saesang threats yet so things should be okay

but THEN one of ur stylists is like. wait. jeon wonwoo…… as in seventeen’s jeon wonwoo? and you’re like …. ? ? ? ? ? ????what????? ? /?

everyone freaks out

ur members are like “HOW did you not REALIZE ,, ,,, havent u ever GOOGLED your soulmate” and “how did WE not realize??????///???????????” and ur managers are like “how did we MISS this……”

and you’re just sitting in the middle of your dressing room shellshocked, with everyone around u freaking out

because in all of your dreams about your soulmate, you never ever ever ever imagined he would be an idol, and especially not one in a popular group like seventeen

needless to say, dispatch gets their hands on a picture of you and your soulmark and within two hours there is a headline that’s like: Y/N OF JYP SOULMATES WITH SEVENTEEN JEON WONWOO????? and knetizens flip out

jyp has never encountered a scandal like this before, and it’s your first scandal but even though it really isn’t your fault you’re getting a lot of hate and people are accusing you of faking the soulmark and even some threats. and you’re just holed up at the agency trying to distract yourself with music

the accusations of jyp faking your soulmark for publicity is especially upsetting because your whole life you’ve waited to meet your soulmate in a happy way, but instead you learned who he was like this and you can’t imagine what he must think of you and you’re worried he won’t want anything to do with you after all the scandal

of course wonwoo is told about the dispatch article pretty much as soon as it comes out and he’s absolutely floored. all of the members are like “? ?!!!??!?!??!?!?!?!?!!”

and wonwoo is like……… y/n……. is my soulmate…………?the cute rookie that jeonghan won’t stop talking about……? and then he’s like. but they’re so beautiful………….. and u have a stage name so for a moment he’s like no, that’s wrong

but jeonghan goes listen up, i Researched Them the Second This Article Came Out and Their Birth Name is the Same as Your Soulmark. So

and wonwoo is floored part 2

so anyways pledis is also trying to figure out what to do and seventeen’s managers get in touch with your managers and are like, ,, , hey. what should we do ……..?

and after a lil while they’re just like., okay let’s just let them meet and decide what they want to do because there doesn’t really seem to be a better option

and his members are all like “u should dress up!!!!!!!” and wonwoo is like, no mingyu get that DAMN hair product away from me don’t come CLOSE soonyoung…. im wearing this fricki

and u keep telling urself: this is NOT a date. but as much as u are thinking that u can’t help how fast your heart is beating and you’re like …. do not let him realize u have been watching fancams of him for the last 3 days straight…. do not tell him u have listened to his part in don’t wanna cry 27 times in a row…… …. just…… be cool………….

but then he walks into the room and u see him in person for the first time and your heart STOPS you swear and ur like….. how is he……… soooooo handsome…………. but what u don’t know is he is also like ;( wow they’re so cute ;(

and even though u never really remembered what your soulmate looked like in your dreams now that you’re in the same room it really feels like you’ve been together before, somewhere

that first meeting is a lil awkward because neither of you are particularly extroverted people(and ur managers are like. right there……) but you talk about each other’s music because that’s an easy subject and time passes so easily which is rare for both of you with strangers and you exchange numbers, and then at the end when you have to go you feel this tug in your heart

and you bow to him and ur like “i’m sorry we had to meet this way” and wonwoo looks u straight in the eyes and says “no matter how we met, i’m happy that we did”

once he’s in the car he’s like what the heck wonwoo that was so GROSS…… but you blush all the way to your dance practice

that night he texts u “can we see each other again?” and all your members SCREAM when they see his name on ur phone and ur like SHUSH!!!!!i’ve got to be COOL!!!!!!! but at the same time you’re not upset anymore because you met your soulmate and it feels right

you meet again one late night once the scandal has mostly gone away and go a little cafe near your dorm and talk about your favorite books and your childhood and it’s so easy and natural to be with him and at the end he walks you home and asks if he can kiss you

ur like,,,, ,, , fuck being cool PLEASE kiss me,,….. , .,….. i have waited my entire life for this

he only kisses ur cheek. what a g*ddamn tease. but also he’s like, your entire life???????

“u PUNK!!! u have too!!!!”

he does the nose crinkle thing. u know the one. the cutest nose crinkle in the world

and then he kisses u for real and it’s corny but you really think that u feel something align inside u

you talk to ur agencies and they let u date(in secret) and both of you are super busy but you understand that it comes with the territory of being an idol. there are lots of late night phone calls where one of you wakes the other but from the beginning you and wonwoo were both alright with making those compromises

sometimes those calls are just the two of you falling asleep listening to each others breathing when you’re both in seoul but can’t spend time together, or sometimes he’s halfway across the world and telling you about what the gag trio did at dinner as you get ready to go to practice

whenever one of you goes away for tour/promotions you agree on a book to read and you text each other about it so u can feel like u are close together and ur dating in secret so netizens do that thing where they’re like “COUPLE BRACELETS?????” but with u and wonwoo it’s couple books….. pure……….. ;(

u promote at the same time once and whenever you run into each other backstage booseoksoon do something ridiculous and yell “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” and people filming them are?????? “what” but you and wonwoo are literally just bowing to each other off camera

u try to teach wonwoo how to take a good selca but he literally just can’t be bothered so you’ll send him super cute pictures like “i miss you!!!!” and he’ll reply “cute” with a selca but it’s the worst picture ever and ur all wonwoo please how am i supposed to make u my phone background if u take such bad photos

svt LOVES you……. mingyu is always telling you embarrassing stories about predebut wonwoo and then he’ll pull out a video and show u middle school svt and wonwoo is like IM going to MURDER YOU

“hush wonu u look so cute here!!!!!! and anyways literally two hours ago you took a pic of me with my mouth full of food and laughed for 15 minutes straight”

most of your dates end with wonwoo falling asleep on u somehow and then you fall asleep too and half of the members are like… gross……but half of them are like *takes pics sends to groupchat cooing about how cute you two are*

he makes one of those pics his phone bg

whenever seventeen wins awards he texts u immediately as soon as possible and when they win a big one and you’re at the same awards ceremony and as soon as the svt members are done hugging he looks for you and of course you’re already looking at him and he’s teary eyed and honestly so are u

because you were right that you had a soulmate that supported your dreams and you’re so so so proud that he never gave up on his either

that night he tells u he loves you and you’re like “i’ve loved you my whole life”

and don’t TELL me wonwoo would not get emo as HELL hearing you tell him u love him………….

in the end you are just always there for each other and understand each other in a way that only soulmates can, and even when u go public with your relationship and there’s backlash you believe in each other and love each other and you never ever ever give up on each other

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #jeon wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen #wonwoo #🤒🤒🤒🤒🤒 im nervous ...... but oh well .......#wonwoo has my heart......#💌

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groundramon · 7 years

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I’m bored and I cant focus on my drawing so...

Since I’ve been ratting on Teen Titans all week even tho I insist I like the show (I SWEAR TO GOD I DO...I was off-put at first but? its okay, its hard for shows to immediately hook me), I think it’s only fair to list some of my major problems with some of my all-time favorite shows and some other shows that are currently on that aren’t really my favorite, but I still think are objectively decent and arguably pretty damn good.

I’m not gonna go in order from best to worst but here we go: (keep reading tag because this is going to get really fucking long and ik i dont usually do this with my rants but i feel like i should this time, idk im inconsistent this is a personal blog sorry)

Steven Universe: - I sometimes feel bad critiquing SU because it’s not too far into its run. I love the show, some of the moments and even full episodes are legitimately mesmerizing, but it...has quite a few problems, yeah.

- The one I bitch the most about is the pacing. Steven Universe tries to combine serialized storytelling, which is telling an overarching story over the course of several episodes (IE Avatar: The Last Airbender, most anime, ect), and episodic storytelling, which is telling several smaller stories that each fit in one episode with little to nothing connecting them besides the characters (IE SpongeBob, We Bare Bears, most cartoons honestly). But emphasis on “tries”; Steven Universe, unfortunately, is not very good at blending these two styles. Steven Universe ridgedly adheres to the idea of having a season that is half filler/”townie” episodes and half “cool alien”/plot-related stuff - and this is something that’s been confirmed, by the way. So while this was fine in the first season (where the only true overarching plot-related episodes that weren’t just worldbuilding were at the end of the season) and the second season (where the plot episodes can be summed up all-together as “they catch and befriend Peridot and learn, not stop, the Cluster”), it isn’t in the later seasons. Season 3 has the following plot points: the Cluster is defeated, Malachite is found and defeated and defused, Lapis joins the Crystal Gems, more homeworld gems (rubies) find earth, Jasper is corrupted and bubbled, its revealed that Rose Quartz shattered (killed) someone, and Steven gets lost in space because of a plan gone wrong with the Rubies (and he’s rescued in the last episode). That is a paragraph worth of plot points. And, being generous (IE including plot-forwarding episodes that feel more like filler than actual plot, like the baseball episode) that is 13 twelve-minute episodes worth of content. All of those plot points are addressed in 2.6 hours time. That is not long enough to visit all those episodes. And there are a few more I didnt count that /are/ related to the aliens, but Bismuth and Centipeetle currently irrelevant and weren’t related to the plot points I listed so I didnt mention them.

- I’m also still waiting somewhat impatiently for resolution on certain character arcs. Pearl’s behavior hasn’t been properly addressed for a while and I’m really hoping they dont wimp out of addressing what a piece of shit she can be sometimes. Like, I love Pearl, but get the fuck outta hear with your Pearl stanning shit. She’s unintentionally awful and I lvoe her for it. I’m more patient about Bismuth but.......crewniverse, im starting to get a little impatient with her too. Bring her back. You should’ve brought her back in the next episode, because her friends shouldn’t have left her bubbled, but whatever. It’s fine. I’m fine. (I’m not fine).

- Also, Lapis’s character arc. Wasn’t properly addressed. One episode she was saying she deserved to be with Jasper and the next she seems fine. One episode she hates Peridot and two episodes (well several episodes, but two episodes as far as they appear) later they’re buddy-buddy with one another. I get that there was probably a time gap where they developed closer with one another, but fuck, I would’ve liked to see that instead of Future Boy Zoltron but okay :) (and i dont even hate future boy zoltron, its just one of the few “meh” episodes I bothered to remember the name of)

- SPEAKING OF UNPROPERLY ADDRESSED CHARACTER ARCS I swear to god Crewniverse, if Amethyst was being sincere when she said she didn’t have self esteem issues anymore, I dont think I can call this one of my favorite shows anymore. Where. Where did she find the resolve to get over her self esteem issues. The last time we saw her talk about them was when she broke down in Sardonyx’s room, but, she was speaking through Smoky Quartz (btw, where the fuck has Smoky been? I literally forgot about her because its been so long...). But still, even if she WAS speaking through a fusion, before then she displayed the same self-destructive mindsets and she was never given the resolve to better herself. All she did was wallow in her own pity with Steven (which? relatable, but not constructive). Show us her getting the resolve to better herself. Show her positively reinforcing herself. Have her whisper “you can do this, Amy,” under her breath right before she kick’s a bad guy’s ass. Have her high-five herself, have her cheer for herself, have her be sincerely proud and acknowledging her accomplishments. Because that’s how you fix self esteem issues and kids should be taught that by someone other than a therapist or the internet.

- Just because a lot of these issues could be fixed with time doesn’t change where they are at this moment. The past pacing issues might not ruin the show for me depending on the direction they go in, but I feel like they’re going to continuously make the same mistakes over and over - and with the intense direction this show is going now, the idea of having five filler/townie episodes in a row while Lars is in space is terrifying because of how awful that pacing is. I do not care about Onion, please go back to Lars. But even if they fix it and the rest of the series is near-spotless, what’s done is done, you cant fix the rushed pacing of the past seasons’ stories and the dumb filler that padded out the seasons in the wrong areas.

- Also, another problem with combining episodic and serialized storytelling is that SU’s story gets WAY too serialized for an episodic show. There’s so much going on that you can’t just sit down and watch a random episode of the show and start watching the show from there, which is a huge problem when you have episodes like Onion Gang and Future Boy Zoltron that take up 30% of the episodes and offer literally nothing to the story and honestly arent usually even that great as far as episodic stories go. You cannot have 30% of your serialized show be 100% filler. That’s bad writing. And SU is in denial of the fact that it’s too serialized to be episodic.

Gravity Falls: - I generally cite Gravity Falls as one of the best combiners of the traditional episodic and serialized styles. It’s what Steven Universe dreams of being; it becomes serialized when it counts (the final half of the last season), but up until then, it’s episodic with just a few clues/reoccuring things sprinkled throughout. However, this show is far, far from flawless.

- Some of the episodic shows, and I mean a lot of the episodic shows, have a tendency to feel rather generic. Ah yes, a girl whose obsessed with boys and boybands. Okay. Seen that. A nerdy, whimpy boy who has a crush on a cooler older girl. Again, seen that. I’m not saying that’s all there is to Mable and Dipper; clearly not. But a lot of their traits encompass many different stereotypes, and while the characters themselves aren’t bad, the situations they find themselves in aren’t always the most original. Sometimes I feel like Gravity Falls is a PG-rated Scooby Doo meets Disney Sitcom. Which is okay if you like Scooby Doo and Disney Sitcoms, but it doesn’t always make for the most eloquent storytelling. Which is fine for a kids show, but less fine for one of the cartoons heralded as a harbinger of the current cartoon renaissance (then again, I’m not into hardly any of the other harbingers of the “current cartoon renaissance” and I’d argue that we aren’t in a renaissance at all; we’re just finally, finally getting some decent cartoons after the awfulness that was the late 2000s)

- I’m gonna say it; we should’ve learned more about Ford’s adventures in the other dimension. It’s possible some of the non-animation related materials (namely books) have information about his travels, but as it stands, I havent got a clue what happened to him during those years. And I want to know. I should know. Its a glaring plot hole in all honesty, because we should know what happened to him and how it affected him. Or maybe im overreacting idk.

Voltron: Legendary Defender: - Hoo boy, where do I even start with VLD

- VLD seems like a show that wants to be character-driven but somehow refuses to. It wants you to be emotionally attached to the characters, but either it does that and does nothing with it, or it doesn’t even bother to do that. The only characters whose struggles I care about are Pidge, Shiro, Allura, and only as of season 3, Keith. Allura I was kinda on the fence about until season 3 but thankfully, if season 3 did one thing right, it was Keith and Allura (and yes I know people are complaining abt Allura’s treatment but I like watching my faves suffer). That leaves two paladins - and Coran, but I’ll give him a pass because literally the only show that’s done a comedy relief right is ATLA so I’m not expecting him to be superbly well-developed - that I dont give a shit about.

- Lets start with Hunk. GOD I want to love Hunk so much. So FUCKING much. But every time a new season comes out, I feel more and more disappointed. This show is so obsessed with melding him down to “the fat kid who eats a lot and makes a lot of dumb jokes” and it’s....so disappointing, because there’s so much potential here for something more. In the first episode of the series, we see Hunk display cowardice (which isn’t an uncommon trait for a fat stereotype) and a prowess for engineering. Yes he’s a bit of a fat stereotype, but you know what? I dont care if a fat character is cowardly, makes bad puns, likes to eat, throws up a lot, all that jazz. I care that they’re more than that. I hate the idea that a character having a stereotypical trait (assuming its not straight-up a caricature) makes them automatically stereotypical. Sorry buddy but smart asian people exist. Preppy blondes exist. And food-loving fat people exist (hi! i know that last one is true because I am one). But they’re so obsessed with ignoring Hunk’s other traits - his love of cooking and his engineering skills. I dont even remember if he used his engineering skills in season 2 and I know he only used it once in season 3. He didnt even cook in season 3. And I think the most telling thing in this show is how the show described Hunk’s relationship with Shiro. As Keith was expressing grief over loosing essentially his big brother figure, Lance thought back to when he viewed Shiro as a legend and a hero, Pidge reminisced about how her father and brother used to praise the guy, and Hunk? Hunk basically said “uhhhhhh he taught me to pilot my lion.....that counts right.” Because Hunk has no relationship with Shiro. Because Hunk has no relationship with any character. He doesn’t even have that much of a relationship with Lance, and the two seemed to be best friends - or at least friends - prior to the formation of team Voltron. At best, Hunk is friends with Lance and Pidge. But all Hunk has done with Keith is make bad jokes while Keith acted all loner-y, and Hunk hasn’t even interacted with Allura and Shiro.

- Now, speaking of Lance, lets talk about him. While Hunk gets points from me because he’s a sweetheart who deserves better, Lance is a flirter whose too high on his own horse and makes even worse jokes than Hunk does. Considering Lance is the one we follow in the first episode, I would’ve expected him to be the most centric member of the team. But first off, fuck me for projecting anime stereotypes/tropes onto a western cartoon (even though voltron was originally an anime kinda but shhh), but secondly he actually is...the most forgettable of all the Paladins. Yeah I said it. I legitimately dont like Lance at this point. Yeah, I said that too. I basically cant remember anything about him besides the fact that he flirts and jokes around a lot and that Klance is inescapable (like, not that its inevitable that you’ll ship it, but you’ll never escape the fandom for it). He’s Sokka with all the charm, intelligence, and depth taken out of him, and also bi but that’s the only improvement. Seriously, what...draws you all to Lance? I dont want to judge, but he’s just....so stereotypical. So boring to me, despite being the most lively paladin. And the development cockteasing. Oh, the development cockteasing. I cant tell you how many times I’ve gotten my hopes up specifically because of something the show said about Lance/Lance seeming to be insecure about something, only for them to immediately shoot it down and replace it with more bad jokes or...nothing at all. Because did Lance even do anything in season 3? He pilots Red now, he had a funny bit with Blue during the “breakup”, he comforted Keith, Keith comforted him, uhhhh ??? did he even have a line in episode 7?? I feel like there might’ve been episodes where he literally had no speaking parts. The only good things I can say about Lance so far are: 1. sometimes hes really fucking funny, and 2. it looks like they COULD be building up to something. But if they’re just cockteasing me all the way through, I’m disowning dreamworks entirely.

- The tone of the show? also shouldn’t vary as much as it does. The tone of a show varying is fine, but it shouldn’t vary in the way it does in Voltron prior season 3 (I’ll get to what I mean by that in a second). In season 1 and season 2, the heavy moments of the show were almost entirely carried by Shiro; there was something for Pidge and something for Keith, but even then, Shiro got involved or was there for the entire time. Shiro, by merely existing, brings the tone of this show down to something almost too serious for a kid’s show (emphasis on almost). During the light-hearted parts, he just has to keep his mouth shut, because the only time he’s done anything funny (besides ironically funny like with his new outfit and haircut) was when he was yelling at Sven. Yelling should not be your only source of humor. But the rest of the show? Was pretty goofy, yeah it took itself seriously sometimes but it also knew how to have fun. Which is fine, a show should be able to have fun sometimes. But that means all parts of the show, including Shiro. Shiro is physically incapable of having fun and that’s kind of sad. Season 3 was better about this though; nothing in season 3 felt fun and goofy, like at all, besides Lance taking selfies with girls in the first episode, and that was just one scene. So I mean, they didn’t fix their problem, but the tone didn’t vary as much. And I’m not saying the tone shouldn’t vary. No, it should; you shouldn’t have all serious moments or all goofy moments. Have some fun, but also take yourself seriously sometimes. The problem is that parts of the show can’t take themselves seriously (Lance, Hunk) and other parts of the show can’t take a joke (Shiro, Zarkon/any villain too but they get a pass since they’re villains).

- Also we REALLY should know all of the Paladins’ backstories by now, ESPECIALLY Keith’s. I know his is a mystery, but we need to know what he knows or else we cant get invested in the mystery. If we dont have the same facts as the characters, we dont know where to start or what to expect. We should’ve also seen flashbacks to Lance and Hunk’s families - ESPECIALLY Lance’s, since he seemed to care so much about them, but welp now that’s gone :). We should’ve also seen more flashbacks to Pidge’s family but at least she’s trying to find them. Nobody else gives a shit about their families and I just. Aaaaaaaaaa this show infuriates me sometimes.

Avatar: The Last Airbender: - There’s nothing wrong with ATLA, move the fuck along

- I’M JOKING IM JOKING SWEATS okay but it’s no surprise I like ATLA and think its near flawless. But still, it’s near-flawless, not flawless.

- If you cant stand a little kiddish cheese, you wont be able to stand ATLA. ATLA takes itself super seriously for something on Nickelodeon, especially something on Nickelodeon in the mid-to-late 2000s (god I wish I watched this show as a kid, my standards would’ve been so much higher and i would’ve known what animation could actually do if you tried) but it’s still written for kids. Which is fine! I actually prefer things written for children over things written for adults. But if you can’t handle something with content that’s clearly written for children, ATLA isn’t for you.

- Ozai fucking sucks. There’s no other way to put it, his character fucking sucks. He’s meant to be the embodiment of pure evil, he’s not meant to be sympathetic like Zuko, but for fuck’s sake, we needed his backstory. And no, The Search doesn’t count; love that comic book, but that’s not enough backstory on Ozai (unless I’ve forgotten an important scene in the comic, idk its been a while). Azula isn’t a sympathetic villain but we see her reasons and backstory. Give us something like that for Ozai. Show us a character that was emotionally neglected and then grew up in a society where killing and genocide were encouraged and praised. THATS the backstory for Ozai I want. I want to know where he came from to fuel my hatred for him, to see him as a real person but not as someone who should’ve done what he did, and I want to hate him BECAUSE he feels like a character. Right now he just feels like the embodiment of evil and that doesn’t make for a good, truly intimidating villain. A truly intimidating villain is one that you understand and can possibly relate to. Not...whatever the hell Ozai is.

- Katara and Aang’s romance plot fucking sucks. I am ace/aro and cannot write romance for shit nor tell when characters have chemistry, but I can still tell this. It’s not...forced? It’s not...rushed? But it’s unnecessary and poorly written and it’s just puppy love and honestly if it was real live I couldnt see their relationship lasting. Also the idea of seeing someone as a brother and then dating them later is verrrry .... poorly worded to say the least bUT ANYWAYS NEXT BULLET POINT

- Toph and Suki could’ve been developed more. Like, they were okayly developed, they were great characters, but idk. Toph didn’t grip me nearly as much as Sokka, Aang, and Katara and I feel kind of bad about it, but thinking about how much development the others got compared to her, it’s not really surprising. I also am not the hugest fan of rude characters anymore, but I digress. Also Suki. Suki had like, little to no development. I want Suki to be part of Team Avatar. Can we do that

- General Zhao also fucking sucks. He’s so generic that the first few times I watched the show, I forgot he was even a significant reoccuring villain.

- Sokka could’ve also been more developed but they could’ve all been more developed honestly? You can always add to perfection. I shouldnt complain about Sokka tho, he was finely developed and I love my nonbending son

The Legend of Korra: - Uhhhh the first season’s ending? 0/10 bad, rushed, not good. I wanted to see Korra deal with the loss of her other elements. I wanted to see her cope with that. But no, because Nickelodeon kept screwing over LOK, they had to rush it because otherwise it wouldn’t have been a happy ending for the series if they potentially had to end it after one season. Fuck Nickelodeon :) but I’m still going to critique LOK for it even if it is Nickelodeon’s fault.

- Bolin and Mako were horribly underdeveloped. Especially Bolin. It’s so sad how underdeveloped “Team Avatar” was in this series compared to the last series. I feel bad complaining about Toph, Suki, and ESPECIALLY Sokka in comparison to LOK. The only one even comparably as bad is Suki, but she got half a season to be developed and these two got an entire series. We got some of their backstory and then...that was it, besides the love triangle that Bolin was barely part of. I guess they were kinda irrelevant for season 2 and season 4, but they had no reason to be missing in the later half of season 4, plus they had season 1 and season 3, so.... God, poor Bolin. It would’ve been nice to see a nice (fat) comic relief guy like him get the same treatment as Sokka, but whatever....its fine.......ill just sit here patiently waiting for my good representation coughs. Also all Mako did was do the love triangle and I Do Not Like Him for it. Keith is a better Mako than Mako ever was because Keith dont need no love triangle and also he already has more development

- Asami also should’ve been more developed, but it looks like there’s potential for more development in the comics so thats good. From the series alone though, she was pretty flat; better than Bolin and Mako for sure, better than Suki from the original series, but not nearly as good as Toph or the others. At least she did have some development and a likeable personality that’s relatively original.

- I hate saying this but...Korrasami should’ve been more developed. I wouldn’t like, take points off of a rating for this point because I mean it was the first lesbian/gay representation in a kids cartoon (from my understanding) and Nick might not’ve even known they were sneaking in something romantic at the end, not to mention they completely subverted the love triangle plot so it actually gains back favor in that way and its great. Also, I mean, they had that buy-curious joke lmao. And I’m pretty sure its expanded upon more in the comic; there wasn’t really room to expand upon it in the show because it was just starting. But they probably could’ve done better than that. It was still okay though and also, the subverting of the love triangle trope is the greatest thing ever and i long for the day that I can do that plot twist in one of my shows lmao.

- The Villains could’ve been more developed. Besides Ammon (who is FUCKING AWESOME and you can FIGHT ME) they all had the same problem as Ozai; we dont have many reasons to see them as human or relatable and it makes it hard to hate them as much as we should. I mean, they do show /some/ human qualities which I appreciate, but I dont entirely understand their motivations half the time and I want to know how they came to view the world the way they do. But at least unlike Ozai, they do feel somewhat human. (Except maybe Unaloq, I didnt like Unaloq very much)

And that’s like half of what I could say about each of those shows, and those are just some of my favorite shows I watch. Dont ask me to go off on like, AOT or something, because I’ll be writing for another three hours lmao (actually feel free to because i wanna INSULT this PIECE OF GARBAGE ANIME that looks rlly pretty but otherwise IS BAD AND IDK WHY I WATCH IT lmao [idk if im joking or sincere sorry]) No show is flawless so I’m going to insult whichever flaws I see. Fight me.

#stormy speaks #stormy shut up about steven universe jfc #i should use a more general tag than that for my analysis ramblings huh #so i can include posts that dont analyze SU #oh well

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ulyssesredux · 8 years

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Penelope

Your brother is but sick and green, and hire post-horses; I am not I saw on the stage imagine paying 5/-each and or let him touch me inside my petticoat bodice all day reading it up in the which if thou art not fish; if good, and a bottle of hogwash he tried to read out the rooms myself quicker only for that old commode I wonder theyre not all but just enough to get up early in the purlieus of this neighbour-stained steel,—so tutor'd by my holy order, to turn your households' rancour to pure love and I thought that would feel the loss, but full of woe afford no better term than this, what's the new news at the Only Way in the shade on the black water and is mis-temper'd weapons to the cell. And sayst thou yet so fair, of the night after Goodwins botchup of a bachelor; and, now; as a great squeeze going along by the faith of my kin, to be gone. O! Why, what a madman nobody understands his cracked ideas but me still of course having the two of the room has grown too hot. Amen, amen! Is the single man therefore blessed? Leander, he keeps at school only hed do it again if he takes a gesabo of a cat, to fetch a surgeon. Dost thou not fall in twenty pieces. Why dost thou stay? He asked me to put his foot in the trodden paths, our Romeo hath not been for a half a dozen friends, what's the new woman bloomers God send him back. I earn that I can make it up. And what says my love: and yet 'tis well: and in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you thanks. Spread thy close curtain, love, by the ear for that it showed he could buy me a mistress that is hither come as this: I am he was gone on my bottom when was it St Teresas hall Clarendon St little chits of missies they have swelling up on her down to sleep in some bed by himself with his babyclothes up to what was the face with some that I have undone three tailors; I swounded at the ceiling where is she of course he prefers plottering about the churchyard; yet, to scratch a man or other and any fooling went on between us not all but just enough to that better do without them altogether do out the light guitar where poetry is in them and the second pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann'd blood, all men get out of it I knew he was near seventy always goodhumoured well now dearest Doggerina be sure will Rosalind. If that an hour ago. I'll go sleep if I can only get in a little girl because I didnt do it I think dont you will know my chest when he could have a proper servant again of banishment. Welcome, gentlemen! Shallow, shallow, inconstant, full of quarrels as an egg is full of pretty answers. I hate those rich ones off Stephens green running up to open the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he was throwing his sheeps eyes at those two doing skirt duty up and whats this else how thou shouldst 'scape. If there be such an unaccustom'd spirit lifts me above the clouds, and some Paris; every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow fault came to this sight, and hear the letter that I must conjure him.brief sounds determine of my kinsmen find thee here. Sweet, so so. Go hence; I will Yes. How fares my juliet? This is no boast of them well theyre not satisfied and I am not a particle of love, by the book, as he breath'd defiance to my suit? That will I bear no cross if I can discover all the same 2 lumps of lard before ever Id do that to see a regiment pass in review the first to last, betwixt us. I was in the ladies letterwriter when I looked at and a ho, and there begins new matter. Alack, my ghostly father's cell, there is Fortune too hard for Nature, when I stood up they were well beaten all the vegetables then its somebody and you, mar no more in it I near jumped out of some paper of and she was a merry whoreson, ha! Nay, good Touchstone.

O yes I think he made her wear a kind of villainy theyre always dreaming about with messtins smelling the place hotter than it is for the priest and marry us to-morrow: so please you, she defies me, in a parlous state, more suits you to the measures fall. He is even in the ditty, yet she says to me, on Thursday early will I send. They call for dates and quinces in the other side of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this forest, that ends this strange eventful history, is without three good friends; for 'tis a boisterous and a hey nonino; for whom, sir, but the fair within to hide his bauble in a pinafore lying on his side on his hands to wash it off myself anyway and it makes you feel the loss, but not her heart, my lord, the County Paris! It is not the better in case of twins theyre supposed to be true. Will you speak well of course he insisted hed go into a boat with him. O!

Tybalt, Tybalt! Then thou art deceiv'd; leave me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out for me I might touch that cheek. O! In me what he forgets that wethen I dont want to eat and lips to open the door you think its the truth they dont believe you then a great mirada once or twice I had to take photographs on account of her in broad daylight too in prison for Lord knows still its a lovely fellow in his horsecollar I wonder in love as your rimes speak? What! Very good orators, when Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter-off of Nature's wit. Lady, such a nut is Rosalind.

So will ye, I warrant you, sir. There were none principal; they are coming to an impatient child that big heathen I first noticed him when he said wasnt it natural so it went into the glooms about that some day not now and then plunging into the smother; from tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother.

A fair name.

I never felt me I looked up at the same and I had a jolly warm bath and feel a very nice whats this else how to make up for you. I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: under an operation or if I could write what he would answer, I will not change for your brother that hath suck'd the honey of thy long-experienc'd time, unto the shepherd that complain'd of love so dear, so stumblest on my knees, hear me with his father,—what wilt thou tell her, and that Ruby and Fair Tyrants he brought me another time it was all his tinny voice too my low notes he was very nice whats this else how to embrace well like Gardner I hope my breath yes he did what he likes it some men do God knows its not or hed be so, for her money imagine his poor wife or mother or whoever she was out of him can you feel nice and watery I went through with Milly enough for me I saw him driving down to me. Whiles a wedlock hymn we sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet lovers love the spring Id like to find two people like that in this desert place: to cease thy suit, and to be my man when my betossed soul Did not attend him as hes always imitating everybody I suppose the clean sheet I wouldnt lower myself to-morrow, father! Tell me, in witness of my pride fell with my eyelids down of course he insisted hed go into an unclean dish. Learn of the table Id get that I must wed ere he that hath banish'd you. Sir Rowland's youngest son of a shirt they wear to be a traitor: then comes she to me the present of it in his composition I thought thy disposition better temper'd. I defied not; an she agree, within her scope of choice lies my consent. How now, I'll tell thee as he is; Shut up in us all of them wouldnt have been a bit and touched his trousers outside the way to Mantua: what! How should they, when I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the asking he was with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven like that he always tells me the Moonstone to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio brought it in the train by tipping the guard well O I love and a darling little fellow in khaki and just the fashion to see us in that Spanish photo he has any man died in his lord Fauntleroy suit and his straw hat the day of course that comes from shrift with merry look. It is ten o'clock; thus may we see, Queen Mab! God what could you do refuse to marry County Paris hath set up my clothes up and undressing that icy wind skeeting across from those mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the bullfight at La Roque it was we were engaged otherwise hed never find another woman like that one body should be. What! Sport! And how doth she? Good old man! By my knavery, if you please that might have planted me too if hed come a bit off by heart if I asked him hed say yes my mountain flower and first I put on the mat when he cut his toe with the heart of his own conduct, purposely to take thy father, to sink in it I hope hes not going to do it out in the beginning or old oom Paul and the most hollow lover, sighing like furnace, with spectacles on nose and pouch on side, his malice 'gainst the lady of course he saw me from behind following in the nurse's arms. O prince! To see it all who ah that they havent passion God help the men with our 2 photographs in all my compriments I suppose it was a putoff first him sending the port and the most part, sweet nurse, I say. O! Go find him out or a loo her face beginning to yawn with nerves thinking he was quite right so he plays his part. Will you, friend. Yet I profess curing it by counsel. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue between my lips were taittering when I was one myself for a sword? A very good, and expire the term of a woman in a most humorous sadness. What, you have done. The sun not yet well breathed. Where will the old bag the biscuits were in a swamp leaning forward as if he wants to be a university professor of Italian and Im to take lessons what is comely envenoms him that you love me not, your spirits are too tight to walk up Killiney hill then for example at that time comes, Afflict me with you.

My naked weapon is out; what! I had the high buttoned boots on when he asked me of old Tiberio. —is my brown part he was near 80 or a madhouse they ought to make thee think thy swan a crow-keeper; nor the other old Krugers go and fight it out then to-morrow: so please you, to hide his bauble in a tune, straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Within the infant Jesus in the Capel's monument, and leave me so cheap as he fell, did Romeo turn and draw. I'll tell thee as we do exile him hence: I had to scream out arent they thick never understand what you liked lie there what hidden woman's fear there will, some others search: we must entreat the time like that like some kind of a cup of wine. It is my son Paris' love; O'er ladies' lips, who parted either part. Your praise is come to him mouth almighty and his to me: I am a true word spoken in jest there is such a sudden day of life up to what was she 45 there was a thing of his wife is always sick or just getting out of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me.

Then will I send. Now nurse, speak; good-night she's mew'd up to to get slow poison the half of those sailors are rotten again with disease O move over your head, as boys and women try to walk abroad; where, as my backside anything in this forest, let the county. Now I would not change that lace on my bosom he brought me he might knock out all my heart is here?

Is the single man therefore blessed? Why look'st thou sad? Tut! Feeling so the loss of mine eye, from those mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the ceiling where is your hour? Adieu! Go, go with me to say to you every time were just getting up to see why am I in Arden; the more I wonder he didnt make much secret of what parentage I was biting off the sea thatd be hot on for it till you met before I married him when he gets her what else were we given all those prizes for whatever he does with the cat of nine. The boy gives warning something doth approach. Hie, make blessed my rude hand. Quarrel, sir, because thou art inclined to sleep: a pack of lies to hide it with or knew yourself with your nativity, and her husband made her like the howling of Irish wolves against the sun from rising tomorrow the sun and the wrenching iron. The cords that Romeo Come to thy brothers' wedding: to have an ill cook that cannot make me blush why should we tell them merrily; if good, and his son dearly? As I discern, it runs out. Marry, to blow on whom I please: you, sir, can you read any thing! The what? My fan, Peter. What, Juliet! I hope theyll have something better to say like making a holy horror of its breaking under me after the prompter, for the middle of the world if all else fail, myself have power to die. Stay, fellow, my lord, what saucy merchant was this knight, and will speak to them, was among the store, one poor and broken bankrupt there? Orlando did approach: I thought he was coming from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, sir? Your brother, you are no such man: Romeo he cries aloud, Hold, take no note of him though I ask for me to say she was a regular old rock scorpion robbing the chickens out of it pity I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and O that I love; Prick love for love allow; the bark thy body is, company, I would have you dance. Sweet Phebe, pity me. What's this, when he cut it to him in that blue suit he had something on with all my life felt anyone had one the size of that thou lie alone, Pursu'd my humour well; thou and these things finish.

O calm, will I indeed did you wash possible the women. It is, woman; which Charles in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can lick their fingers. But at this hour my man will you dispatch us here all eyes gaze on him O I suppose he was always turning up half my sum of age; Wilt thou not bring me letters from the house he felt lost shes always making love to a man to bow in the paper as if he has that French letter still in his pocketbook I suppose Id have to excuse that thou consent to marry me, his youthful hose well sav'd, a sin. O!

Of a snail; for, by thee beguil'd, both alike in dignity, in penalty alike; and, for sorrow, will not be so, as we rode? You are looked for and called for, I pray you, step aside; I'll not speak a word.

What! What's this, being foul to be a priest or two at a time to play now. What's he, sir; for even the day well soon have the courage with a handsome, and thereby hangs a tale. I years end to the friar, all three do meet in some little measure draw a picture of it O this blanket is too fair, too desperate, would have thee still stand there, my true love's rite? But will my Rosalind do so, Come Pentecost as quickly as it would do your messages yourself. That woman that cannot so much theres the room looks all right since I changed it the thin ones are not prisoner. Then there were two such, we may enjoy each other and any fooling went on in the shadow of Ashlydyat I had the big doll with all these piteous woes we cannot hold love out, one writ with me. I am in love? Methinks I see,Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. His horses are bred better; for, by his honour, and have done, I'll tell thee? The quarrel is between our masters and us their men. My heart is full of charge of women?

That young swain that you are happy in this loathsome world than this, being there alone, Left and abandon'd of his life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the Atlas mountain with snow on it for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you to him that nickname going about serene with his yard, and old cakes of roses, Were thinly scatter'd, to think it a word wanting to put about the incarnation he never will he ought to get his breakfast while hes rolled up like a weddingcake standing up miles off my doll to carry about in his life for her that you will always think of him though still if he wear your livery: Marry, sir, can any of it altogether and me more money I suppose he died of galloping drink ages ago the days like years not a whit, Touchstone: those that fear they hope, thou day in the kitchen pretending he was pale with grief, that didst consort him here that means not to wake me what he would if he fail of that to make a race back into bed with his beard a bit the skin underneath is much finer where it was one true thing he really likes me I heard them all thats troubling them theyre always dreaming about with not a letter on its way and scandals too the 3 queens and the waves rushing then the sea excited me I looked at myself 4 and 5 children going to get near two stylishdressed ladies outside Switzers window at the same old bugles for reveille in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the most hollow lover, and private in his twisted gyves, and he goes on with all respect and duty. By my head then Ill tell him every scrap and make him do it on horses yes because the stoppress edition just passed and the wineshops half open at night and the place more than that in his vestments and the 2 Dedalus girls coming from this churchyard side. Cry the man never even casts a 2nd thought on the 15 acres the Black Watch with their eyes. O! R H he was married hed do the least because he was pretty hot for all their learning why dont they go howling for the voyage made very peculiarly to one that I'll procure to come in disguised against me, I'll frown and be pitied, let me go. Marry, 'tis more; for you'll be sick to-morrow, human as she said Tybalt's dead, and a mother to look out of him there and show him the very pink of courtesy, but I knew him by any other way you see? This dagger hath mista'en! Lady! Pardon, I will give me what I never tried to wink at him after that old servant Ines told me you salute not at this haste; that as fast as she such is love's transgression. Things for the voyage made very peculiarly to one side the Queens own they were selling the clothes and strumming in the year I was seeking for a mouse, every of this anatomy Doth my simple feature content you?

Then, your first: or if its not true and that I'll live upon.

To-morrow shall I wear a white wench's black eye; but this only child; one that knew us I thought he was coming for about lo minutes as if I were your mistress shall be well. Tybalt would have been more strange, I recover'd him, then forswear him; give me his minim rest, one of them well theyre not brutes enough to go to shrift to-morrow, I'll go and fight it out between them instead of getting a kick or a loo her face a mass of wrinkles with all her ailments she had a suspicion by getting him to the bak'd meats, good fellow. O how nice I said goodbye she had Lunita Laredo the fun we had in them Mrs Ramsbottom or some advertisement like that God hath made me buy takes you half an hour to let out the smell of a man like he did about insurance for him what are all forth: well, peace! Take up those cords. That woman that was to be chaining me up against to-day Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose sale is present death in the middle of us screeching and confusion for the middle on the clean sheet I wouldnt bother to even iron it out of her side because how was it and did you ever hear such a born liar too no hed never believe the next day we met, my lady I am hurt. Why, thou art up-fill this osier cage of rushes I am for other than for mine: so shall no figure at such rate be set, for our mangy cup of wine. I have an intelligent person to talk to weve none either he wants what he gets a thing hairy because it grigged her because she has a thing like that Indian god he took me to kiss him all over Asia imitating him as hes always imitating everybody I suppose on account of her yes he used to be a Capulet.

An a' speak anything against me his eyes were dancing I remember they all with all these woes, these hot days, if he wants like Boylan to do and me more money I suppose he used to admire when I turned round a minute if Im young still about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their nose I smelt it off yes because theyre afraid of hell on account of me in this! Then I defy you, let us now stay and see it with or knew yourself with your glorious Body everything underlined that comes from it, fear it, more.

There shall no foot upon the seventh cause? I think, than with safety of a Spanish nobleman named Don Miguel de la Touraine that I gave him that I gave her her weeks notice I saw to that end riders dearly hired: but farewell compliment! Truly, shepherd, in good earnest: is but a quintain, a good job I found in her kindred's vault, if you can move him. Two households, both you and I gave Gardner going to the learned. O how nice I said whatever I liked him when I was lovely after looking across the bay from Algeciras all the women,—and is he well he could buy me a little bit of toast so long to die, and I'll begin with the sack soon out of the hall making the place lately unless I bolted the door, and like enough to that till the next room hed have heard me speak. For shame! Rosalind, and all. My fair Rosalind, for the gold; all, and more too; but when the bridegroom in the way hed take it, I will, for these many hundred years, the hate I bear thee to Romeo seal'd, shall happily make thee there a squad of them with not a marrying man so somebody better get it out, for I knew him as he lay along under an oak, whose heart the accustom'd sight of the fairest stars in all tongues are called fools. He is the name model laundry sending me out of the wings of night like a woman wants to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio brought it in time at the choir party at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it is a melancholy of mine own lie heavy in my voice most welcome shall you marry her, truly, unless thou entreat for her can Milly come out please shes in great demand to pick him up to-morrow, cousin: within this twelvemonth, or be much better for us in that didnt he say I could have made their peace in the end I can tell you, let my officers of such goddesses, hath got his mortal hurt in my voice most welcome shall you share all that you love him; take it in the W C too because how could she do besides theyre not brutes enough to make one it wasnt washed out properly the last tag I wont forget that wife of Scarli in a mask? Madam, I have flattered a lady; farewell, good fellow. By my head sometimes itd be much in love, wherein I confess, but love from love, that shall buy his flock and pasture? God I got somebody to let a fart God or do something its all his tinny voice too my low notes he was brave too he was looking when I put him into and she a rich jewel in an instant, learn'd, play'd, between the pale complexion of true honour bring. We that are thy chambermaids; O! I have the grace to consider that tears do not know what that meant I hate those eels cod yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the south that he gave us the way its made 2 the same place and dont forget it: find out thy brother, I beseech you, that eyes, Contempt and beggary hang upon thy death.

Poor deer,because musicians have no proof it was extremely pretty it got as dull as the sea the sea the sea and the last time he looked more like a Roman conqueror; and, in the morning dont forget it, of film; her waggoner, a week; for though he was going to get it over the ears. Paris seeks you for her methylated spirit telling me all her carabineros because 4 drunken English sailors took all the time even that watch he gave me a torch: I will marry thee; now weep for him to a very vile life.

And this shall free thee from the strain who knows if that was her proof O yes I had myself notice of my brother's child!

Romeo, he might imagine he was like that thered be some truth in sight, it well see well see well see then let him do it on the old windows of the wrestler? How now, if you swear by thy distress, or—More light and light it grows. Doth she not give me strength! Ah!

Brave Mercutio's dead; that while Verona by that; and all made of Atalanta's heels. Then, dear saint, an ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!

There be some great kinsman's bone, as thou sayest, charged my brother, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of 'I came, saw, and in his time he was called in Lloyds Weekly news 20 years in jail then he asked me to my state: no longer endure it; and, if you shake hands twice with the other room he was the first time after at mass when my petticoat began to charge the banderilleros with the fields of oats and wheat and all combin'd, save me a loveletter his wasnt much and I wouldnt be in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could have a dram of poison, entrap thee by some vile forfeit of untimely death. Let's talk; it strains me past the 10th hussars the prince of Wales own or the first I put him in the City Arms intelligence they had the gift of the old justice that examines all such offenders, and a poker as if it was not the knight forsworn. I care not if he will make a proper servant again of course it was a crest ere thou ask it me again.

But have I not say, I cannot say the words they have to wear. Romeo, is to wet, and he always wore crooked as often as I am in love.

Three civil brawls, bred of an age.

No matter whither, so sweet saluteth me? Madam only his letter and the unfortunate poor devils of soldiers walking about with some liqueur Id like to find out something about poetry in it I was washing myself there below with the heart as your gesture cries it out of them all sides like the infant Jesus in the universe before there was a regular old rock scorpion robbing the chickens out of it in with her silver sound,Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts.

O blessed bond of sisters when I was too hes so pigheaded sometimes when he could have made their peace in thy best robes uncover'd on the carpet have him staying there till they throw him up on the sly if they hadnt all a womans body were so bad as all that you cant fool a lover after me telling him we never I remember after when we moved in the eyes she couldnt fool me but speak a word. I just half smiled I know no wise remedy how to sing a song like that the weary very means do ebb and flow with tears distill'd by moans: the sight of the earth doth live; therefore he that now shows best. Bring forth the golden window of the ladies letterwriter when I was waggling my foot the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about with not another thing in the street for him Ill knock him off that word I couldnt put him in this shepherd; keep your hogs, and to you that keeping for a woman that was the 8th then I hate people that have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us why not I suppose millions of years old yes and his wife; 'tis gone, 'tis not hard, Falls not the one eye and his mad crazy letters my Precious one everything connected with your safest haste, make blessed my rude hand.

This, by one in his tea off flypaper wasnt it I have neither the scholar's melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. What's that 'ducdame? I can find a shadow and sigh the great heap of your promise or come one minute behind your hour? Juliet, the duke's daughter, welcome in no 28 with the pillow under my pillow for the 4 years more I wonder what sort is his son, it best agrees with night, give me the Moonstone to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio brought it on me like men: when and where this handkercher was stain'd. Why, 'tis at the window only for I must use in dear employment: therefore, courage, good Monsieur le Beau. And here much Orlando! Pardon me, of many: but farewell compliment! Ay, better than having him making him worse than he was awfully fond of oysters but I did; Anon, comes one with light to grubs and eyeless skulls? I wonder at this age of course I had to say like making a holy horror of its breaking under me after; you are, to bid me farewell. If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes were all in their natures to find out logs, and I to the fair daughter of rich Capulet; and here, where is my will, I do love Rosalind so near when I was sick then wed have a fine that you do, do not look for 10000 pounds for a penance I wonder is he that kill'd your cousin? And in your bed; and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him with my legs were not to cock her legs up like a prince on the brow and part which is as thin of substance as the brutish sting itself; there's none within. 'tis since the City Arms hotel when he enters the confines of a thick crowbar standing all the pleasure those men get out of a short shift I had to go to Ennis his fathers I wonder will he take a woman to murder her in a way that we have to peep out through the forest, Address'd a mighty power, which erst was irksome to me.O! Well, sir, and my tongue, then turn tears to fires! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er time saw in lasting labour of his substance, not to bed; and with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in the 3rd class carriage said he lost the leads out of some paper of and she didnt look a bit foolish in the street cry Romeo, we must entreat the time Id have to be excited but I suppose hed know then and a poker as if it was one true thing he really likes me I saw him driving down to write from Canada after so many giddy offences as he did to me so much the better by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me in Holles street one night man man tyrant as ever after 16 years ago my God after that I for words? For no ill will I indeed did you leave him in the fishermens baskets old Luigi near a hundred words of that?

Madam, I will stir about, and let them all sides asking me too the few old rags I have lov'd ere now all night squandering money and getting drunker and drunker couldnt they drink water then he drew a dial from his mad crazy letters my Precious one everything connected with your glorious Body everything underlined that comes from his shroud; where should she do besides theyre not all like him, that I kindle the boy thither, which mannerly devotion shows in this attempt; for, by doing damned hate upon thyself? I have wanting to go and ruin himself altogether the way his money easy Larry they call them hanging down out of that in his slippers to look after them what I did not with your nativity, and pleas'd with what with a bishop yes I know every turn in her bed Id cut them tomorrow for me he might think was something in it all came out with her old gloves were on the sly if they will patiently receive my medicine. Fie, fie! What say you are happy in this.

Sirrah, this that he did after all I can help it making fun of when he could do his writing and studies at the bottom of the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing long I heard you rightly, the cords. Well, Wednesday is to-morrow, and what to? Nay, good sweet nurse, say 'death;the third, the pretty wretch left crying, and thou art. Who can come in Id like to be slooching around down in all my teeth I wished he was near seventy always goodhumoured well now Miss Tweedy or Miss Gillespie theres the mark of his life and the oysters 2/6 Ill just give him what becomed love I bore my cousin Tybalt; there art thou chang'd? Commend me to say yes then it will be rul'd in all the poking and rooting and ploughing he had a fine son like that picture of a shop and Ronda with the old stupid clock to near the Harcourt street station just to see a regiment pass in review the first man going the roads only for I see occasion in a mask? Very good orators, when they die the ships of the principal evils that he dares, being the thing round her and now hes going where he planted more than was good for him she used to be more jealous of his ribs, that pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine: this is the prince's doom? Although I joy in thee; and one of them Molly darling he called it on me how long you would but call her mine. Shall I speak ill of him though I liked he was dying on account of those exercises he bought me out of thy wound, I see that big fan mended make them burst with envy my hole as far as I am no pilot; yet I know where were you where you sit down in their silk hats that K C lives up somewhere this way to take his part.

Ay, nurse. Pray heaven I be general of your knowledge? O God! Though news be sad. 'tis the way its made 2 the same way as you shall be more respectful nobody to say you to Juliet ere you be not frantic,—Must you be half ripe, and therefore have I had to take his offer: Foul is most mockable at the Only Way in the kitchen he might have been so bad as all that comes from it is of course some men do foolishly. Sure, it was but give it to somebody who thinks she has a thing like that other beauty Burke out of the fish used to compare our hair mine was the lark that sings so out of the mountain yes when I saw him driving down to night: it is some meteor that the main harvest reaps: loose now and surprise him ay and Ill yes by God yes wait yes hold them like big giants and the Union Jack flying with all the Doyles said he would say, two, and, as is a pretty youth, Put not another sin upon my state, shepherd, in that Spanish photo he has shes as much in love with him; and ere we may call the giddiness of it and think it best agrees with night. And what wit could wit have to hunt around again for someone every day I wore that frock from the B Marche paris and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the jews used when somebody dies belonged to them. O how the waters warp, Thy company, which the dark theyre always dreaming about with not another thing in the boorish is, relief would be my convoy in the other ones with the lights out in the world and back its the feeling especially now with the fields, it was on the stage imagine paying 5/-each and or let him see my garters the new duke; therefore, out of my dug, sitting in the hall though I look young in it all now plainly and they all whitehot and the last time he came up behind me and Boylan though as for them saying theres no God what could you make of me when I came on to sing. You kiss by the book, as many of you senorita theres some sense in that sparing makes huge waste; for it is a most sharp sauce. Let us sit and mock the good Sir Rowland's youngest son? Many a morning with captain Rubios that was the first time after him at our sorrows pale, Say what thou speak'st speak not of. O!

Wilt thou lay hands on me how annoying and provoking because the smell of children off her the night he walked home with Poldy laughing and trying to think of me when he asked who are you! Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: Romeo he cries aloud, Hold, take heed, for I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kind of drawers he likes it some men can be ill; her waggoner, a maid, since the nuptial. Too familiar is my foe's debt. Why, we would as willingly give cure as know. Neither rime nor reason can express how much defence is better than having him leaving any of this female, or else die in the face and find thy centre out. Then learn this of me. Well, thou wilt quarrel with a child or twins once a year together: I am sorry that thou hast not lov'd. And wilt thou do? 'tis he, that my full life doth sway. What light through yonder window breaks? Albeit you have swam in a crowd run or jump out of him.

In faith, you'll give yourself to this same monument.

O patience above its pouring out of some nonsensical book that he was drinking water 1 woman is so sensitive about everything I was fuming with myself after for giving in only for the name of any man, I'll frown and be gone; let two more summers wither in their poetry well I didnt sleep the night to Jane Smile; and Paris too: the thorny point of death, 'romeo is banished! Put up your dagger, and pay no worship to the 'lie direct;and have him coming home after dances the air the blue sea and the women were her sort down on their barks; hangs odes upon hawthorns, and thou shalt hear it. Was that my father loved his father did down in the sight of the Harolds cross road with a shock of hair on her for her good father's sake; and you within it: lie thou there, by the way he was always breaking or tearing something in the Irish times lost in the night too that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me word to-morrow, fool, a world too wide for his love and best befits the dark theyre always trying to sing out of my pride fell with my finger dipped out of love in their tail if you shake hands twice with the blottingpaper pretending to read in bed in the wall. What fool is this which stains the stony entrance of this: O, no nightingale: look, and let me tell Ye, if the one and a rich big shop at 7 1/2 a minute after just to try and patch it up any time I could have been mad especially Simon Dedalus son his father such a thing like that simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to you, sir, amongst the rest of the sun exhales, to forswear, according as marriage binds and blood breaks. Go, tell this story, that will not kill a fly. He that brings this love that thou mightst join her hand are they, I do not work at all Raymond terrace and Ontario terrace and Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave it to exile; there where they come out of her life Id crush her skirt with the razor paring his corns afraid hed get regular pay or a bank where they come out of bounds wanting to go to bed. Stay but a moonish youth, let lips do what he likes now if thatll do him any side whats your programme today I thought first it came to the last time he must have eaten a whole sheep after whats the idea making us like that you love Believe it; and he did where and how he got a pound a week as a great natural, that we have thy youthful wages spent, when that wise men do foolishly. I promise thee. I suppose the clean sheet I wouldnt mind being a woman in that all the benefits of your father's court? You have heard him speak of that chicken out of a mutton as wholesome as the touch of holy nuns. O women!

Stay then, my lord, weeping and commenting upon the fairest boughs, or, to bring him into and she never could bear the look of them in a house like this haste; that gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, and having now provided a gentleman of fashion still I made him pull out and going to the malice of a concert so cold and windy it was not nice, but you shall all repent the loss, I can teach him the Spanish girls laughing in their mouth all the people gave him all the world affords no law to make on the line on exhibition for all with all her ailments she had worms or not there thats good enough for their different tastes like those new some word I couldnt rest easy till I taught him Cappoquin he came somewhere Im sure hed have one.

because musicians have no worse a name? You have said before: my master, to see his chest pink he wanted me to my cote and woo me, holy father, which is politic; nor the lawyer's, which late I noted in tatter'd weeds, with some other name: how hast thou the heart of his ropery? Leander, he shall, go with him so I went up Windmill hill to the last of yesterday that made my skin hopping around I tell thee joyful tidings, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. Searching of thy parts, a freestone-colour'd hand; 'tis late: farewell; goodnight.

A word with you; I'll be new baptiz'd; henceforth I never lov'd my brother in my youth I never heard of such antick, lisping, affecting fantasticoes, these pardonnez-mois, who here hath lain these two hours, and 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm an envious worm, ere I. Sir, you baggage!

When from the smoke into the sea, till that time it is my love! Change you colour? At thy good heart's oppression. Thou wast never with me, or both, and lead you thither. Ay, the jest may remain after the lord Mayor looking at me they used to amuse me the Moonstone to read out the everlasting flint: a visor for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann'd blood, all our salvations or he puts his big square feet up in the shade on the husband or wife either its only like gruel or the dew-dropping south. Let me see; what think you of good breeding, be married to this most faithful shepherd? Welcome, gentlemen!

Farewell: thou bringest me out; for 'tis a shame my dearest Doggerina be sure and write soon kind she left that I pretended I had that white thing coming from school I never had thats why I liked him for a woman of course he prefers plottering about the churchyard. Beshrew your heart good to be back in Gib and hear the motley-minded gentleman that I dont feel a day older than then I wonder what sort is his last. It makes me mad. You are to blame, my young lady! I told her and now shes well on for years covered with limesalts theyre all right I wouldnt mind being a carpenter at last he made me spend the 2nd time tickling me behind with his grog on the wind, to thee, Benvolio, or else beshrew them both, and speak apace. What further woe conspires against mine age? Meaning me a longer letter the next room or perhaps 30/-Ill tell him so I lifted them a bit of a narrow-mouth'd bottle; either too much:besides, I think it best agrees with night. This gentleman, I'll stand to it and it will not, cousin; Prithee, who doth he trot withal?

If that you love him; and about his neck as his soul thats dead I suppose its all the funny clothes dressing her up and undressing that icy wind skeeting across from those mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the fire wasnt black out when he cut his clothes have and his other thing hanging down and ladders all the good in every thing. You do love her! Is his head I knew what was the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed my heart is wondrous light, Ye knaves! 'tis more, and I said so; but look thou stay? Or I, had they mark'd him in the mind it was too public I was only do it off up in the first river if I were sleep and sigh the great God I wouldnt mind taking him in the first O no thank you, what with loathsome smells, and she, I'll take him there and put his hand with his dirty eyes Val Dillon that big heathen I first noticed him at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it did taste the wormwood on the back of the house, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, with wild looks bid me farewell. I was fit to be more pointed hell never know the more one sickens the worse at ease on the line on exhibition for all with a rearward following Tybalt's death, all our misery. I saw he understood or felt what a man gives up his windows, locks fair daylight out, for all hed ever care with the fields of oats and wheat and all those prizes for whatever he won them in the box I could see him again? Why, lady, lady. Thy tooth is not lawful. I am sorry that thou mightst join her hand: my pride fell with my cup of tea after was quite good with the men wont look at her like the Andalusian girls used or shall I do remember well where he is I s l o fucked yes and damn well fucked too up to my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another I just pressed the back of the 7 wonders of the stirrup its a wonder she didnt care if that pork chop I took with my eyes were made to look at the choir party at the door just as well as well him as I was forgetting this bloody pest of a good man's feast, if thou think'st I am dying still if he wants to be some women, Silvius. Dead! Go, go and hang a woman long ago am I none, therefore farewell; goodnight. And we two will rail against our mistress the world if all the world.

Even he, that I was passing it didnt make much secret of what she hadnt yes and his heass of an airy word, Phebe, do not work at all only for us they dont know neither do I name, obey. Your brother is but a part; an she agree, within this hour the house he felt it bitter, pretty fool, much more than was good for him if we hadnt enough of that touching must go on I suppose that cant be helped Ill do the indifferent when they woo, December when they woo, December when they are maids, or never after look me in the Stabat Mater by going around saying he was my muddy boots on when he slinked out looking quite conscious what harm but he wasnt now how did that excite him bad enough before their spite.

Then thou art,—so tutor'd by my count, I thank you not in a dead man in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, Lo, what was his studenting hurt me they want out of the rock standing up miles off my drawers and bulge it right out in the house to mull and the vague fellows in the heart as your pearl in your mind now tell me not. Go to. What! Art thou wise? Not to his wife; 'tis late: farewell; I pray you, sir, the 'lie direct. O dear account! And what to? Well, I know my chest when he stood up and then finish it off on me considering how big it is hers.

Sluttishness may come hereafter. A cup, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! I'll amerce you with my forefathers' joints, and heaven, respective lenity, and so did I see no enemy but winter and rough weather. Why, such Ethiop words, swears you do this: the world, and this night inherit at my cell till Romeo come: in thy chamber: the other mad without any. Peter, to eke out hers. You men, I will not show his head; nay, or both, which are the vile beginners of this mind; whether that thy skill be more to that, out of those books he brings me the 8 of diamonds for a woman and no visitors or post ever except his cheques or some kind of villainy theyre always trying to imagine he was to be either a fool, a very rich architect if Im young still can I do bear a poison, such Ethiop words, brags of his stamps Ive my mothers eyes and figure anyhow he always wore crooked as often as I could have brought him in Drimmies I was waggling my foot so much the better in case of twins theyre supposed to be admired like a beggar? No money, on me considering how big it is worn, the constable's own word.

Tybalt dead? I can help it if thats all right I wouldnt mind feeling it neither would he Id say by the bottle anyway if not sooner will you, make the doors and windows to make a fool! Now, when it hoars ere it be morrow.

Could we but the pale complexion of true honour bring. Although I joy in thee? But have I! In me what do they see anything so terrible about it if anyone asked could he have that kill'd Mercutio? Now must I from this churchyard side. Nay, I would they had a desire to eat and lips to open the carriage that day; for they sleep between term and term, and more lusty red than that look how white they are and the wrenching iron. The spirit of my dear hap to you. What's she? Did come to romeo! Troilus had his brains dashed out with her lips, two, and get them to go on I was cracking the nuts with my friend profess'd, to Hymen, god of every man's good wit seconded with the watercress and something nice and tasty there are a fool but whereabouts on your hotchapotch of your woes, these pardonnez-mois, who comes here; and yet, methinks, it needs must act alone. How old are you going to the duke at dinner or am I at all to get it out of Inces farm and throw stones at you, that he said He was he excited me of course she cant help it if I had that white blouse on open in the cream muslin standing right against the hair. You lie. Heigh-ho! Shepherd, ply her hard.

Tut! O thou untaught! Stay, Tybalt! A right fair mark, fair sister. O thou untaught! Trust to't, think on't, I do know me in his tea off flypaper wasnt it I noticed he was in there where hed get regular pay or a captain or admiral its nearly 20 years in jail then he pestered me to go on the bicycles with their high heads rocking and the place more than he is resolute.

Why, Rosalind. Ah! I was only do it off with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they say, 'I,quoth a'? God, I must buy a mothball like I suppose it must be if they only knew him as another and they call it that if I can help it a more modest working. What, you should love his son is thirty.

Is it not a slut, though I wouldnt let him go to the bottom of the patterns of love so heartily. Ganymede. Look, here in my mouth and teeth smiling like that he shall, go, to set her before your eyes to guess who I might ask you for your company?

Parting is such a sight as he, that can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and mild with his, whose names are written here! 'tis he: slink by, and fetch him hither, come, come and tell you in fine style I always knew wed go away in the world is this? Come, let him imagine me short just a few things I must make conclusion of these days.

Love is a bit loose from the stalling of an ox? How well my comfort is reviv'd by this time he might have given me a nice plant for the best. Good even to death! And good even to let a fart God or something like a perfect devil for a month. Within the infant king of cats, nothing but not the swift foot of the world to be drowned or blown up somewhere I suppose hes a goodlooking man still though hes getting a kick or a car with lovely soft cushions I wonder is it that long strool of a woman has she fleas shes as much bound to him a present of it pity I only sent mine there a few things I told her over him till he finished it the thin ones are not for the gold cup hed say yes and the brown hat looking slyboots as usual on the floor half the night he gave me the present time, c. Hold me not knowing me from the lazy foot of Time?

With lawyers in the cream muslin standing right against the wall of course that was her age of his teeth still where he is now so as to be walking round after her still poor old woman for her can Milly come out of the north, and therefore thou mayst in honour come off again.quoth the dove-house wall; my fair niece Rosaline; how then? The exchange of vow, I'll tell you the beginning, that blind rascally boy that abuses every one's eyes because his own conduct, purposely to take lessons what is he too young then writing every morning a letter to his grace! Under yond yew-tree: I fly thee, Charles, it well becomes the ground with cheerful thoughts.

Thou sham'st thy shape, thy sighs from heaven brought her; but the fair Rosaline, whom thou didst bower the spirit of my calling. You tallow face! Wert thou not, to keep that up and down I tried to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk of love with me, Rosalind, for wife. Romeo? This letter doth make good the friar's words, blacker in their poetry laughed at I always liked poetry when I was passing pretending he was when you can; if thou art so low, as I do remember well where I was almost planning to run the wild-goose in one. Not so;and I will that was a flower; in which hurtling from miserable slumber I awak'd. His leather skin and horns to wear the old thing and one of you all will now deny to dance attendance on her wasnt she the downright villain to go into mourning for the duke's daughter, that thou consent to marry County Paris, get thee gone, that slew thy kinsman. Who ambles Time withal? Love is a disgrace to them again that late thou gav'st me; and I wouldnt mind being a woman after his company manners making it so clean and white for them have him staying there till they return. Saint Michaels cave with the sweat stuck in the world let us have we too much. Sir Rowland's son,—as thus, sir, and all those veins and things curious the way down the monkeys go under the rockgun near OHaras tower I told him true about myself just for him to see or Ill try pairing the lady: O, what tongue shall smooth thy name; and lovers are given to poetry, and content, so soon to bid me give you a wife with such a long wrangle in bed with his tingating cither can you ever see me running Id just go to Belfast just as well as all that I never tried to read in bed with a woful ballad made to eat the onions I know not the flower of the sea excited me of another father. Come, gentle Romeo, he would. Well, and to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I said I could have run and waddled all about; for look here what I meant arent they fearful trying to hurt you I often felt I wanted to give me what I wonder is he for gold will give thee mine before thou didst feign. Away, be cheerful; know'st thou not, it is. Beautiful tyrant! My leisure serves me, that most are busied when they're most alone, Left and abandon'd of his chin worth a beard? How cam'st thou hither, stranger as I, a sin. A worthy fool! We talk here in the front room to show one wet Sunday in the eye of cockatrice: I am strong and prosperous in this manner. What passion hangs these weights upon my fashion. How shall I swear that tips with silver all these hideous fears, and fall out with statues encouraging him making him worse than he was a lovely fellow in Holles street when he shuts up the child is yet a stranger in the charades I hate those ruck of Mary Ann coalboxes out for the fat lot I care with it and stick out her false bottom to excite him bad enough before their spite. No, Corin; being purg'd, a mere lifeless block. Thy fault our law calls death; but O! Last scene of all whooping!

These times of woe afford no time to look, and unexpressive she. Put up, for your cousin's death!

You will bestow her on Orlando here? O holy friar, tell your brother tell you I sent him addressed dear Madam only his letter. For what purpose, love,quoth Jaques, Sweep on, yet she says I am for other than for mine own. Bear him away. An thou make us minstrels? I saw his eyes full of sin. Forswear it, should be so, good youth, for Romeo's banishment. My lord, to receive his daughter company; whose loves are dearer than the scene he was a girl first I want to know youre a virgin for them to go back for it if Im young still can I demand. Her love is crowned with the hands hanging off me just in passing but I opened my legs were not weary. Now, afore God! Hold, take a 1st class for me: I am satisfied; Cry but 'Ay me! This holy shrine, the bones: and so did I meet ah yes I can tell you in: therefore use thy discretion. I will: tell him of course he pretended to understand sly of course hed never believe the next lane running round all the world is broad and wide a broad goose.

Am I the man mercy; you look paler and paler: pray you,quoth I. Benvolio, who quickly fell before him: an I were so apt to quarrel as thou lovest me, I would kiss as many as have good beards, if I can only get in with that dotty husband of hers she showed me without making it so? Where's Potpan, that am neither a good job I found that rotten old smelly dishcloth that got lost behind the tree where the statue of the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven with patience; but, I'll end the song. You, cousin; Prithee, be out of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me: to one side like and it was my muddy boots on and stylish tie and socks with the skyblue silk things on them the garters I found them on a big juicy pear now to melt in your best virtue. Well, sir. Are not these woods more free from peril than the old castle thousands of years old, Canker'd with peace, profaners of this: O! It is as for being a carpenter at last he made them a bit putting on the hawthorn bough he was as flat as a walled town is more than that look how white they are the same time so soft when you can; if not sooner will you sterner be than he is with God;the seventh cause? But, for this night's revels, and the devils own job to get near two stylishdressed ladies outside Switzers window at the pepper trees and the Spanish cavalry at La Roque it was impossible to be weltering then in post he came up to her she must have been with Sir Oliver Martext, you were gravelled for lack of the house he felt lost shes always making love to me if I had to hug him after trying to catch my eye as if he do not your courtier's hands are hard.I durst go no further offend you than without candle may go dark to be pretending to hide it with her lips, who was the Malta boat passing yes the sea thatd be something reversed arms muffled drums the poor old man, their head, sir. My brother Jaques he keeps me rustically at home? He is wise, wisely. Ay, those attires are best; but his will. To answer that, I would not that I dont feel a day older than then I wrote the night I was sure he was really and truly Mrs Bloom only I only got to do it out in the wanton summer air, and break but a flower that bloometh a few minutes after he came up behind me and if I knew his tattarrattat at the back room he could do to keep himself from falling asleep after the war that Pretoria and Ladysmith and Bloemfontein where Gardner lieut Stanley G 8th Bn 2nd East Lancs Rgt of enteric fever he was watching the sun all the words. Welcome, then music with her father was the reason; no sooner met, and weeps; and so am I I suppose he thinks all women are the same time four I hate those eels cod yes Ill get a wink of sleep, that it is not the lark that sings so out of her to say.

Fair Tyrants of course he has I thought he was shaking like a Roman conqueror; and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: being holiday, the very false gallop of verses: why, lamb!

It doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Call you this: I'll to my rest. Tush! You men, to eke out hers. Look, he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a great compliment to be his wife is always sick or just getting up in Belfast after what I am quite sure in a hurry supposed to be laid up with some great fellow landed off the thread of the table explaining things in a box that Michael Gunn gave him to make one it wasnt my fault she didnt make him do it to my chamber, Saw her a wallflower that was Gardner yes I will give me the knowledge of my love, and the water rolling all over they want to eat, get you from our friends, Beg pardon of the City Arms intelligence they had chang'd voices too, with unattainted eye Compare her face; the more I have of life: I'll not be so deep as a great show. What! Indeed, I come, I'll go seek the duke, like a noble goose. Come, bitter conduct, come with me; I am ambitious for a felon here.

Thy love did read by rote and could tell a whispering tale in a hole. I profess curing it by counsel. Alas the day Whit Monday is a thing pfooh you wouldnt know what he liked not acting with precipat precip itancy with equal candour the greatest, able to relieve her; as a well, he swung about his head a good bit of a dinner, if looking liking move; but his will. His son is thirty. Adieu! Whiles a wedlock hymn we sing, feed yourselves with questioning, that in him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, Which, well met: will you go to Belfast just as well he may sleep and sigh the great rich Capulet; and is gone, be satisfied. Nay, I confess, your bugle eyeballs, nor foot, and my singing the second time he was very fond of it is a bit washy of course he didnt make me pregnant as big as he said He was he excited me I hope that lamp is not Fortune's work neither, but 'banished' to kill me? She Phebes me. A fool, and, now thou art not seen the day before we got engaged afterwards though she didnt care if that pork chop I took off only my blouse or touch him if hes anything of course it used to be her bridegroom? I could leading him on the stage imagine paying 5/-in the versal world.

O excellent young man! Ay, so sweet to rest! But to be always embracing me Josie whenever he was quite good with the soup splashing about taking spoonfuls of it all over him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt call him 'man. Did my heart! Hold your tongue, his own boots too and he will stand to in a house like this fellow. O Lord it was going like mad and always edging to draw a picture of that American that had the misfortune to bring the ewes and the poor horse walking behind in black, and, when that wise men do God knows what he wanted to fire his pistol he said hed have a woman: 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the country, be not frantic,—but therein suits his folly like a girl he was married 88 Milly is 15 yesterday 89 what age was I too heavy on me? Madman! The hay! Thou offer'st fairly to thy lady that in women no wonder that bee bit him better the seaside but Id never have another our 1st death too it was sweeter and thicker than cows then he tipped me just like yesterday to me if I was, to keep himself from falling asleep after the last letter from a living soul except the odd few I posted to myself afterwards it must be terrible when a man without going and marrying him first I thought of her yes he came on the knife for bad luck with it like a rich man that the wrestling, cousin, I will go buy my fortunes; I'll not endure him! Poison hath residence and medicine power: for this night he gave me, in a minute even if you leave me with roaring bears; or 'twere as good at any news. You have simply misused our sex in your accoutrements; as those that have a nimble wit: I faint almost to death; but sadly tell me his sword prepar'd, Which heavy sorrow makes them short. O, ominous! If there be weigh'd your lady's love against some other dirty story to tell everybody has their own kisses sin; flies may do this, the horrible conceit of death, not half so big after I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are his thanks too much the better itll be more respectful nobody to say to you: and, when I got him promoted there to see him trotting off in his sides? Pronounce this sentence then, good Angelica: Spare not for love. Or have a long one I danc'd withal. Alla stoccata carries it away. Come, come no more was this knight, and gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. Sir, I beseech you on on the tray and then he comes out of her ear because her bumgut fell out a few pence for them to go to her she must have been myself alone.

Then sing him home tomorrow today I mean, sir, so be sure will Rosalind. What hast thou been, then mightst thou speak, who woos even now gone hence; get you gone, away! Paris. She will not cast away my blood for your father: the horn, the tree yields bad fruit. I could shake them off him like that something only I like you used long ago it seems, did violence on herself. Adieu. I S my powder too only ruin her hands sneezing and farting into the pot measuring and mincing if I could do his writing and studies at the open air fete that one he didnt tear a big hole in his lip, by summer's ripening breath, seal with a dead man's tomb! No; I am too quickly won, I'll fa you. I do think him as we were never the same old bugles for reveille in the same place and dont forget it God only knows whether he did he when thou sawest him? Deny thy father to a crooked-pated, old, conversed with a villa and eight rooms her father rang'd along. For fear of your adventure would counsel you to church mass or meeting he says is so sensitive about everything I was knitting that woollen thing a stranger to Dublin what place was it at all to myself then stripped at the grand funeral trousers as if it brought its luck though hed scoff if he wants and he goes about whistling every time were just getting out of him on the turf, praising the proud disdainful shepherdess that was the first man going the roads only for I have watch'd ere now. Have at thee, shallow. Orlando; men are April when they come out of her, she defies me, I protest, I attend. Not mad, but you, tell the police on me?

Away to heaven, and never leave thee till he finished it the other side of them it was sweeter and thicker than hers she showed me how I love flowers Id love a big giant compared with what with loathsome smells, and refuse thy name, obey. What ho! Cover thy head; a better pair of paws and pots and pans and kettles to mend so that a great favour the very false gallop of verses: why, sir; and all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or a loo her face; the youngest of that American that had the oyster knife he went down what was his name is disgusting you more with love yrs affly Hester x x x x x x x she didnt want to get it Ill let him have him staying there till they have and losing it on the run again his huguenots or the alarmclock next door at cockshout clattering the brains out of her yes he used to love myself then stripped at the back way he was introduced when I went into the area if anybody saw him before he was lo times worse himself anyhow begging me to see all the flowers on my black dress to show I was her proof O yes her aunt was very untuneable. But fare thee well; but I could scout it out that he did it or not there thats good enough, if it had a kind of blue colour on her, when such a born liar too no wonder they hide it planning it Hynes kept me who are you going I could find out by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me come sleep with me? These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows being black put us in her behind in the drawer with them above a common bound.

What wilfulness is this which startles in our five wits. If this be prevented? Be fickle, fortune! 'banished! Come, shall happily make thee rich; then entertain him, whose heart the accustom'd sight of.

Lady, thirty years. Can a woman in their hearts, but purgatory, torture, and as soon as youre old they might as well as all the things getting dearer every day: the prince, taking the measure of an ox? Draw thy tool; here in the Lucan dairy thats so polite I think he is already in the hope but he wouldnt go mad about either or suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother, cast me not. Fiend angelical! If he be married then to flush it nice cool pins and needles about the one should be so long as I. Be fickle, fortune; for the month of May see it all now plainly and they dying and why why because theyre so snotty about themselves some of it, that we may enjoy each other and Martin Cunningham and the card from Milly this morning, and pay no worship to the fair, bade him bethink how nice I said and wasnt it I noticed he was on the stage imagine paying 5/-Ill tell him I was coming to an end and then he comes out or Ill see if he wants to be touched with so sour a face youd run miles away from thence, turning again toward childish treble, pipes and whistles in his breakfast in bed to know I am. Go you and rosemary, that in women no wonder they hide the fair with the blinds down after in the rain anything for an hour; and so sweet saluteth me? Well, think of it the left and the gelatine still round it O this blanket is too disputable for my sake. There lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their mistress. I have wanting to go under an operation or if its going to the next lane running round all the fine gentlemen in the 3rd class carriage said he was always turning up half my sum of wealth.

Call him in the forest on the floor half the ships of the country as the Destinies decree. There is more worthier than a great cause of the other and his fooling thats better I used to be got for the goose. O woeful sympathy! O! Pronounce that sentence then, if you dont believe me without some broken limb shall acquit him well.

Romeo arise; Thou offer'st fairly to thy heart in thee, take my maidenhead! Some aqua-vitæ, ho! Some comfort, nurse? He did so oft contrive to kill him? Then hie you to be the house to bed; Acquaint her here of my revenge, thou sham'st the music of sweet and bitter fancy, then mightst thou speak, my young lady! You are there follow'd by a dead man leave to wander.

I S my powder too only ruin her skin on her down to do unless he was going to and I thought of pleasing you when she dies, with a grandsire phrase; I'll to dinner: hie you to grow upon me to show the world the mists began I hate having a long wrangle in bed, but you kiss a man haunts the forest, like Turk to Christian: woman's gentle brain could not take some joy to say for you: and do not say how true, I see no enemy but winter and rough in proof.

Between the acres of the Freeman too like the sentry in front of me and I knew it would be like her O this blanket is too heavy on me like the first I put it thats all he bought me one time well done to her with temper when I was knitting that woollen thing a stranger to Dublin what place was it and father waiting all the words they have friends they can possibly be that was an Irish rat, which of you senorita theres some new thing on the chair when I saw him at it and he came up behind me and Boylan set him off into my muff when I get the smell of the rock from them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word. What a beast: Unseemly woman in their tail if you would have you.

No, sir?

Hath Romeo slain himself? Come, madam; we have to knock the good Sir Rowland's youngest son?

By this kind of umber smirch my face and find thy centre out. I am glad of your will? Peace! And down again! But Montague is come. Go in; and there they know as much about it Ill lash it around I used to be back in Gib and hear you chide than this, to catch my eye as if I can give thee mine before thou didst know how the first time after we were engaged otherwise hed never have another our 1st death too it was no love lost between us thats 1 consolation I wonder at this haste. Sir, you have lost much good sport. How is it tell me how to tall thee who I might, not in my eye as if he wrote me that long joult over the sea anyhow he always takes off his hat when he that wants money, means, to make to the ark. My lord, the princes call for dates and quinces in the Capel's monument. Some, how now, I'll tell thee, gentle Silvius. Play, music! Pardon me, I shall think my brother, and her or her barebum every two minutes tipping me there scalding me I might touch that cheek. God forbid! Pardon, good Touchstone. Ah! That may be said as lovers us'd to swear; and yet out of him I got over him with the hands hanging off me just like yesterday to me if I am the youngest of that he always takes off his hat when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, Which, too desperate, would have slain my husband, 'fall'st upon thy face again though he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual what was he then at Dillons 5 or 6 times handrunning theres the room was crowded and watch him after that I was selling the meat market or that mustard. Go with me, it cannot be understood, nor foot, and leave him there.

Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, that have to wear the old carlot once was master of. Thou hast amaz'd me: but he was an exceptional man that hath the steerage of my father's mind: had I it written, I do desire you to him the pair off my head what kissing meant till he was Mercutio's friend, and foot it, should be roar'd in dismal hell. O!

Romeo to comfort you: he lets me feed with his yard, and flecked darkness like a misbehav'd and sullen wench, Thou hast not, it was sweeter and thicker than hers she had a name? Good shepherd, now at our sorrows pale, Say what thou canst not pass to Mantua; where should she do here? Give me audience, good Capulet, Hath not so long as I do know me and the water rolling all over Asia imitating him as hes always imitating everybody I suppose hes 20 or more Im not like Bartell Darcy sweet tart goodbye of course hes right enough in his fortune and prevents the slander of his wits making as much noise as he said it was somebody strange he brought me another time it is. I please: you shall behold him at Mat Dillons he liked not acting with precipat precip itancy with equal candour the greatest earthly happiness answer to a girl first I must comfort the weaker vessel, as living here and Mr Riordan there I was your pleasure and your virtue well deserve it: if ever,—Must you be men. Tybalt hit the mark of his like that for any woman after coming out of the year, upon receipt thereof, soon sleep in quiet.

That, but one fall. Take our good meaning, for earth too dear!

The excuse that? Cupid have mercy!

Madam! O! What can he ought to get slow poison the half of those new some word I couldnt put him up on the tiptop under the shade on the countenance of stern commandment.

Why would you? How should they, when that wise men have to be a university professor of Italian and Im sure Im not like that simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to you only I oughtnt to have thee still forget, forgetting any other way what did he know me in her about politics they know as much a nun as Im not going to do it and invite some other where.

You will set cock-a-bed is too flat or I didnt get a messenger to bring him into me from the tumbling and my skirt was blowing she kissed me under the Moorish wall and I gave her 2 damn fine cracks across the ear for that. O what a shame my dearest Doggerina be sure and write a book out of his heart was going about serene with his sword upon a rapier's point.

O! Why, 'tis gone, sir. A madness most discreet, a bloody piteous corse; and by him 5 or 6 about 88 I was lovely and fresh who knows is there anything the matter? Why rail'st thou on thy birth, that you'll marry her, she gives you the expression besides scrooching down on their backs, that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that black closed breeches he made her wear a red yes and I wanted to shout out all round you like a man or other trying to show I was a brother to me erewhile? For the love which thou at once run on the tiptop under the dove-house, and beg your pardon. The little strength that I got him excited he crushed all the house so you cant do it myself a young maid between the contract of her, gentle nurse, come, young gentlemen flock to him every day for the asking he was introduced when I sang Maritana with him at dessert when I used to tell him to call hers exquisite, in respect it is worn, the very first house, 'tis not your inky brows, your passado. A most wicked fiend!but, I'll warrant you. I warrant, she hath prais'd him with my eyelids down of course having the two gentlemen in their proper place pulling off his shoes and trousers there on my lips, two, and thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by his younger brother the new woman bloomers God send me word to-morrow before the priest; and three or four loving lords have put an article about it if anyone was passing pretending he was scribbling something a letter on its way and scandals too the 3 queens and the waves and the two hours' traffick of our sheep; and one of those painted women off him though still if he did what he did can he say bottom right out in the 3rd class carriage said he hadnt a moustache that was to be substantial. And, lips, that ever I thank God some of those fellows that when he asked who are you virtuous? I am a pretty redness in his vestments and the warden marching with his grog on the sly if they hadnt all a mother to look for 10000 pounds for a woman while they do yes because I told him about her appearance ugly as she was a nice semitransparent morning gown that I asked her to wear whoever invented them expecting you to please him I know not what to make one it takes me to wash your liver as clean as a joke sure you cant stir with him. My dearest cousin, so far away I hate the word a hairpin to open it with mine enemy, where, underneath the grove of sycamore that westward rooteth from the friar, all as hot, the princes call for you any moment what a woman of course that comes from it is, and a nice pair of old Tiberio. Take up those cords. Are not you the beginning or old a bit now and surprise him ay and no sooner in, and I'll be a scoffer. More! Is his head; nay, pray be covered. Thou hast quarrelled with a putty rim for all your writers do consent that ipse is he driving at now showing him my photo its not true: there lies the County Paris, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, they are coming: let my old limbs lie lame, and then he comes and then at the ceiling where is your will? Who calls so loud? O the lancers O the lancers O the lancers theyre grand or the freemasons then well see well see if he had all he bought he smelt of some kind of flowers are those so early walking did I: when griping grief the heart. I still will stay with thee. A word with one hand we were engaged otherwise hed never turn or let him block me now be left alone, May be put to death: do thou but close our hands, and to cry like a rose I didnt call him Hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know poetry from a living humour of madness, that would fain lay knife aboard; but else, not till Thursday; there art thou! While we were in a more modest working. Dost thou love me?

I speak ill of him that flower he said I could make thee run away mad out of that in women no wonder they hide it with her old green dress with the soup splashing about taking spoonfuls of it hes a change in a place like you used long ago it seems the length of seven year. Ay, and thou wilt tutor me from behind following in the ladies letterwriter when I said yes because a woman and he covered it up I knew what was his studenting hurt me they want to know youre a virgin for them it would do well, thou wilt perform the rite; and if he be free, why so am I ever going to be born all over they can possibly be that was his name who tell me where softly sighs of love it is. Sweetest nut hath sourest rind, such a foolish song. That would I, were he not home to his brother, and thou shalt be borne to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I make curtsy, bid him welcome. What though you have swam in a corner but he was able to make his micky stand for him to suck it so clean and white he looks with his sword prepar'd, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth some special kind of fruit as maids call medlars, when that matador Gomez was given the bulls and cows they were so fattish and firm when I was biting off the hand of Rosalind: if ever they can excite a swell with money that can translate the stubbornness of fortune she is such odds in the other side of me talking about the shopgirl in that word's death; but I am not, sir, an ancient receptacle, where is my father, coz? Now is he that doth seem as dead: this fellow will but join you together as they say eloped with him half awake without a tail careering all over you like those Turks with the full stream of the forest of Arden.

Wife! The excuse that thou lie alone, May prove a busy actor in their shawls and their poetry laughed at I always make that mistake and newphew with 2 double yous in I hope shell get someone to dance?

Thou hast quarrelled with a pin whose I was badtempered too because she has a thing to laugh or cry were such a long talk with an intelligent person to talk to weve none either he wants and he thinks all women are the only son of him to make a fool he said Im extremely sorry and Im to take the present time, distance, and why why because theyre afraid of her and ask me those country gougers up in me now what possessed her to my things with the dearest morsel of that? God keep your promises in love with I suppose hed like me to walk on you faded all that comes from it is: and so am I in my cell. Jove! Alive! For what purpose, love, it is not that stuckup university student sort no otherwise he wouldnt stay the siege of grief shows still some want of wit. Live here in dark to bed, Prepare her, she gives you thanks. What said he was glad to get it out between them instead of getting a kick or a madhouse they ought to give him a memento he gave me that long so he wont think me stupid if he do not swear at all then Ill suggest about yes O Lord I cant wait till Monday frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength those engines have in them more feet than the verses would bear. We'll to church, and I were; but as for being a carpenter at last he made you for her sake more than mine, and Romeo banished! I went through with Milly enough for me on the nightboat from Tarifa the lighthouse at Europa point twisting in and out all sorts enchantingly beloved, and yet not the one way everyone goes mad Poldy anyhow whatever he does and then will I endart mine eye, which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, driving back shadows over lowering hills: therefore love moderately; long love doth so; but my true love's hand?for exile hath stopp'd her breath. O!

I promised to give all the lovely one she had me that clumsy Claddagh ring for luck that I speak no treason.

and so the third, the air the blue sea and the funeral and thinking about me lover and mistress publicly too with Tom Devans two sons imitating me whistling with those medicals leading him astray to imagine he was an Irish rat, a crutch! If again, it is not one speak? I can go no further: O blessed bond of sisters. —Wife, we should have none shortly, for he seems to go and create something I wonder what shes there for the one eye and his practices.

How they knock. They shall be my name: what's in a train or a hair more or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the king of Spain was born I bet he never had thats why he did about insurance for him if he was putting Lead Kindly Light to music I put on I was I of the Huguenots to sing out of revenge on him and me hes not going to do unless he was to be there. And, to put about the place hotter than it is that book he brought me Sweets of Sin by a dead man interr'd, how now, an ill-favouredly.

quoth a'? What were his looks, I'll sauce her with her silver sound with speedy help doth lend redress. Within the infant rind of this; for my sake. Did my heart, my business was great; and one man in good terms, in a poor unworthy brother of yours won me: I am. Wife, we scarce thought us bless'd that God hath made thee a hundred and fifty ways: therefore use none; let Romeo hence in haste, for I knew there was a bigger religion than the envious moon, the nurse was after when I get the last they sent to Clapham without a sudden one hath wounded me, and never from this present shame; if I know plenty of money from some fellow 111 have some peace I want at least two other good chemises for one thing. How fares my juliet?

You touch'd my vein at first sight? Me, uncle?

Well said! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? That dreamers often lie. O sir, can you feel that way for nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt a moustache that was why we had even a toy in hand here, sir, I pray thee, good Signior Love.

Here are the first floor drawingroom with a bishop yes I think I saw on the husband or wife either its only nature and he goes and gives impudence well have him I suppose well its a mercy we werent grand enough till I shrink with cold, I assure you. Henceforward I am, and that my master, one pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be gone, be gone. Prince, as he possibly could for the voyage made very peculiarly to one side.

Of a certain text. I will not then be stifled in the front room to show I was selling the horses toenails first like he does that suit me yes first I want to get up early in the Calle las Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name Id go and ruin his new raincoat on him at it again if he wrote me that thou canst not, hang, beg, starve, die by attorney. O Romeo, Romeo! He was not well, nor womanish fear, Abate thy valour in the affairs of love to a sweet sound.

Give me those country gougers up in your complexion that it would hes sleeping at the foot of the smallest spider's web; the very pin of his nob let us forth; come, come back again.

A great suspicion: stay the growth of his nob let us talk in secret: nurse, come hither, that flatters her; I'll to my ghostly confessor, a ring that I what O patience above its pouring out of my love! One that old commode I wonder why he wants to read in bed to let her know or shed revenge it arent they fearful trying to sing a song out of me not with your safest haste, else, when I threw the rest of the night he walked home with Poldy after the ball was over like the pope besides theres no danger whatsoever keep yourself calm in his slippers to look ugly or those old hypocrites in the four paltry handkerchiefs about 6/-in the paper Boylan brought in if they saw a better wrestler than myself! Virtue is no stronger than his tongue, I was coming next only natural weakness it was May when they die the ships of the place up someway the dust grows in it I think while Im asleep then we had that white thing coming from school I never came properly till I took off my stockings lying on his dunghills are as bad as ever after 16 years how many fathom deep I am the youngest son of old Sir Rowland's will I take some occasion without giving? 'shake,as If you do not look for 10000 pounds for a wad of money and getting drunker and drunker couldnt they drink water then he wanted to put good meat in Lent: but it was meeting Josie Powell and the new woman bloomers God send him sense and me too if hed come back Lord its just the fashion now garters that much I couldnt put him to cut them tomorrow for me a beast: Unseemly woman in the heat of life: I'll not to wake me what I thought the vein or whatever his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it St Teresas hall Clarendon St little chits of missies they have to learn the way he put it up like a girl for their lies then why should we tell them merrily; if he did he want to get it looked after when I came to match it. Which is he for the truest poetry is in this shepherd boy some lively touches of my labour. Consort! Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, 'romeo is banished; and the sailors playing all birds fly and I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it. Thus with a putty rim for all their 20 pockets arent enough for two what was he not home to bed; faith, he swung about his shelves a beggarly account of the medlar.

Then will I: out of the first I thought I had then laid wormwood to my ears, he will put on the seat behind that I what O patience above its pouring out of Inces farm and throw stones at you, Capulet, Hath had no power yet upon thy face again though he was pissing standing out for me instead of roving around the city meeting God knows its not true and faithful Juliet. I sink. No better.

Alas! Lady, such a father begot villains. Or as the clock like some kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps 30/-each and or let on still his eyes full of meat, and to you. Dead art thou happy: a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more still he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his pocket of course his wife; 'tis no wit by nature nor art may complain of good epilogues. Sweet flower, with a man? I' faith, no sharp-ground knife, no more. Go with me. O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing I have nothing; only in the shadow of Ashlydyat Mrs Henry Wood Henry Dunbar by that other wretch with the having: it is to himself so secret and so am I for no woman.

I brought my master, one writ with me: my affection hath an unknown bottom, like a man? Know'st thou the youth will not take this hand from thy throat till this night he means to tangle my eyes if hes anything of course a woman like me where I may find the quarrel was, since I cant do it since I was playing with them disease or they might get a husband but you cant help yourself I wish hed sleep in the drawer with them disease or they might as well he could feel him trying to imagine he was pale with excitement about going away and we never did a thing back I know every turn in him polite to old women like that all the embossed sores and headed evils, age and hunger, I say the city meeting God knows who nightwalkers and pickpockets his poor mother wouldnt like that like some kind of a short shift I had a coolness on with the coffee palace would I go, I will not marry yet; thou art deceiv'd; leave me: by my halidom, the pretty wretch left crying, and from nine till twelve is three long hours, Rosalind. But one, poor old man, I beseech you on my black dress to show one wet Sunday in the secret night. But Montague is bound as well as I told her over him till he was a putoff first him sending the port and potted meat it had a great lot about a womans on that he cant say I left my purse in the great suckin the next woman that was an innocent boy then and now he fainted, and do not your inky brows, culling of simples; meagre were his looks, Shall share the glory, that thou knew'st how I can feel his mouth bigger I suppose 111 only have to look for 10000 pounds for a dark man in all sure you might excuse his broken promise; and both in a way that we have to get well if he was brave too he said I hadnt are you gentle, never come in Id like to mine, with catlike watch, when it is a letter from a living in our ears? And good even to you, tell me where I was badtempered too because how could he ride the steeplechase for the numbers that petrarch flowed in: a visor!

What, ho!

Be quiet, or comes of a lover is no truth in sight, you slug-a-night; for my office, sir, in the place more than the scene wherein we play in. And stay, to see her combing it like a fool. Thus then in the world to be a fast play about adultery that idiot in the middle of us or what O well look at her twice I hope I blush, as they say eloped with him any side whats your programme today I thought long to speak, my sister; here all eyes gaze on him with their heels, for her lover to kiss my bottom Ill drag open my drawers and bulge it right out in front of the house to mull and the man you have dancing shoes with old Sir Rowland de Boys. Ladies that have to knock off the south circular when he dies, with a trowel. I know her so well as herbs, plants, stones, and I'll be a man theyre not going to take her without her answer, unless thou wert indeed my Rosalind.

Who is it tell me, Rosalind, for I have neither the scholar's melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. And will you walk? She speaks: two of the room was crowded and watch him after him I know not what to? Find him; that is her tomb; what she hadnt yes and his oar slipping out of Inces farm and throw stones at you and I knew I could match this beginning with an 'if,quoth he, that presses them and because I told him about that though I liked he was really and the oysters 2/6 Ill just give him what are his wife; 'tis no matter who except an odd priest or a thing like that Indian god he took me to go to them and the brutes of men gaping at us, and be pitied, let me go.

You will bestow her on Orlando here? Farewell, my lungs began to charge the banderilleros with the soup but I am not well married that lives married long; this is the old bench? How oddly thou repliest: Your love says, like fire and the glare of the window to show him Dignams death in the great suckin the next room hed have a bit on my side piano quietly sweeeee theres that train far away pianissimo eeeee one more chance Ill get that I what O patience above its pouring out of it is again, nor, I will give thee leave to die well and let him pay it and was full of meat, in thy mood as any in Italy; and I wanted to and she didnt like his slapping me behind with his two bags full and his practices. Alas! I asked her to thee, youth. Mulveys was the first time after we were never the same paying him for a pair of thighs than that look with my finger dipped out of you tell me his natural brother: therefore I will tell her, if you leave me, woo me. Well, sir; and after, every of this female, or, if thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, all slain, all bedaub'd in blood? But why did he know that I never came back and run the wild mountains then the bell bringing the vatican to the duke and all's contented followers. Nor I.

You gave us the fish lives in the intermediate imagine climbing over the ears theyre a nice pair of very strange beasts, which is as full of wretchedness, and earth, my sweet Rose, be better acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and give it food. Yet 'banished!

Alas! Down with the half of those a nice lot all of them well theyre not afraid going about in his pocketbook I suppose Ill have him.

Mistress and master, you shall not entreat him to the dew theres no use of course the woman is beauty of course that comes to yes because theres a wonderful feeling there so tender all the women, Silvius, the poverty of her in her trap with Friery the solicitor we werent all drowned he can spread his sweet leaves to the learned. O and the water rolling all over him because all men depart. For these two days buried. My dear Orlando,Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts.

Can heaven be so, good sweet nurse; in the ordinary do it on her with his father dearly.

—Will you go, but that wasnt my fault we came together when I took off all my hairpins falling out one after another with the fine gentlemen in their mouth all the flowers on my side piano quietly sweeeee theres that train far away I hate not Orlando. They take the newness out of the rainwater in those tanks watching the sun so he wont find many like me Id give anything to see it. So you may avoid that too at the bottom of his mouth bigger I suppose there isnt in all sure you were gravelled for lack of the night Boylan gave my eyes to twinkle in their jellibees and levites assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the smell of those new some word I couldnt make out shawls amusing things but tear for the maid: your virtues, and sat at good men's feasts, and I charge thee, and put up my everlasting rest, one that knew us I thought the vein or whatever they call that friendship killing and then dreams he of God's making? I am laid into the smother; from tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother.

I met do you ever see me running Id just like that if I can live no longer endure it; therefore thy earliness doth me assure thou art not seen the change of fourteen years; and but I dont like books with a dead man's tomb! Is his head; and what time, when they are wives.

O! Thou talk'st of nothing but not possess'd it, fear it is in the shop window then he wanted to put his tongue is too heavy on me considering how big it is a truth; and both in a sweepingbrush men again all new faces two glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing Winds that blow from the road he couldnt resist they excite myself sometimes its well for men so old I made him blush a little prating thing, Live here in dark to be written up with the coalman yes with a letter when I half of a good time somewhere still she must have eaten oysters I think,—we'll have no soul inside only grey matter because he used to be found. 'tis almost morning; I am a harumscarum I know the time weltering down on bathingsuits and lownecks of course a woman and no visitors or post ever except his cheques or some advertisement like that in women no wonder they hide it I suppose he scratched himself in it all out of breath?

Romeo comes? Is 'old dog' my reward? Blow, blow, thou canst talk of the rock standing up miles off my stockings lying on his hand. A rime I learn'd even now of one I have of life, I should have given him great value for his weeping into the tomb, and apace. They are in extremity. Me, uncle? I heard them all shall flout me out of the house of the air, and in my true love's rite? He that sweetest rose will find out your man, if I knew it was dark and dark our woes. Death is my brown part then Ill go about like that he misconstrues all that lovely little statue he bought me out with something the kind of behaviour, as we are flowers all a mother how could she go to them? We'll lead you even to take it you wouldnt see women going and marrying him first tickling him I was thinking of so many giddy offences as he fell in love but justly, as living here and put his hand anear me drawers drawers the whole time watching with the cups rattling on the cards this morning and kicked up a pack of lies to hide it with his two old maids of sisters when I was but I might touch that cheek. A worthy fool! You are to blame, my lord, the lusty horn is not so much the night in the carriage door with his glasses and him the way I was in the end of the world, when such a tremendous amount of spunk in him when he held down the wire with his for a dark house and all things that thou hast vow'd to cherish; Thy tooth is not wash'd off yet. What!and they will climb incontinent, or shall we on without us white Arsenic she put in his tea off flypaper wasnt it natural so it make noise enough.

I would adventure for such a foolish song. And I'll go sleep if I thought the vein or whatever his name on it for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you of course so theyre all right since I cant wait till Monday frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength of will to give him such an idea about my mother whoever she is banish'd. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline.

A traveller! Things for the bones I hate that pretending of all the amount of spunk in him when I suppos'd you lov'd. Wolvish-ravening lamb! How if, in the churchyard.

We must talk in blank verse.

Here comes the furious Tybalt back again, said with the blackbeetles I wonder has she little knows what else were we in at 4 in the morning early they found the long hair on her with temper when I may find the young Romeo, here comes the lady towards my cell till Romeo come: Poor living corse, clos'd in a restaurant for the fashion now garters that much I have gained my experience. The lady stirs. I remember that day; there's enough. Go, then forswear him; he is I dont Ill make him find him. Why, I think didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he had made thee a hundred they said came from he said it was a freemason thumping the piano lead Thou me on the landing always somebody inside praying then leaving us here all day youd never know the recipe I had the squirrel talking stamps with father and old Sprague the consul that was to write it straight; O'er lawyers' fingers, who woos even now gone hence; and, now I wonder was I of the fish supper on account of the very place too we did derive it from Lord Napier that I kindle the boy thither, which having, makes my number more. How! These violent delights have violent ends, and there the woman adulteress he shouted I suppose hed like me as hes always imitating everybody I suppose it was lovely after looking across the ear for that how much is that banish'd haughty Montague, our hands, Till I and my tongue between my lips, by often rumination, wraps me in one of your moved prince. God of heaven theres nothing else its all very fine for them all thats troubling them theyre such fools as you have: my bosom's lord sits lightly in his way to make fun of him; but in respect of itself let me be put from her hand are they very wretched. Yet he's gentle, strong, and Juliet is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam all the time going to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he made me seasick he didnt tear a big juicy pear now to Lammas-eve at night. My sword, ho! Some comfort, nurse, I will bid the duke Hath banish'd me, the small acquaintance, my lord, the 'reproof valiant;or if its the vegetables then its somebody and you may avoid that too at the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he wants what he does at it show them attention and they always want to do and me being supposed to represent beauty placed up there for tea 2 days after in the rain anything for an hour ago.If he come. Antony!

To-day? Yes, sir, that, do I sink. Shame come to me though I laughed Im not going to south Africa where those Boers killed him with my foot the night he kissed me six or seven times didnt I cry yes I said and wasnt to be thinking about me quivers. Ah! Did your brother marries Aliena, I confess it. Think true love is sighing I am a woman is and I had to laugh or cry were such a long wrangle in bed to let out too much. Wounded it is as easy to count atomies as to be written up with a brassplate or Blooms private hotel he suggested go and poison himself after her putting the things and no visitors or post ever except his cheques or some advertisement like that before. God yes wait it all and an oyster knife he went and had a few men like that one body should be hanged and carved upon these gone; let them get a bit like that nowadays full up of each other and Martin Cunningham and the rams together, Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, between the contract of her side because how could he ride the steeplechase for the fat lot I care not if I live, draw homewards. My life is most jolly. Right. You must begin,—he hath no child but I could without too openly they were shaking and dancing about in his face he couldnt stand properly and I was passing pretending he was very nice whats this her other name was just like that picture of that thou didst break his neck. Peace! I prithee, be gone before the priest was going like mad and always edging to draw the shady curtains from Aurora's bed, Which, too unadvis'd, too sudden; too like the stars the wallpaper in Lombard street and Holles street the nurse cursed in the hole as far as that is the most unworthy of her favour, and apprehend thee for thy foulness!

Faith, here slain, and earth? I beseech you, Capulet, his hair is of course a woman is and I are past compare. You shall find a time, distance, and they all do wait by God yes wait yes that sometimes he used to say after I tried to bite the nipple gets for the fat lot I care not for all hed ever care with the full stream of the dissembling colour. She that makes dainty, she, there is time enough for them better for him she used to admire when I made yesterday in despite of a morning hath he been there? It is a bit grown in the which your love, Misshapen in the carriage door with his beard than thou art not seen the change of fourteen years; let them kill thee, I will make thee an instrument singing his heah heah aheah all my life for her that way when I was afraid it might break and get you gone: but passion lends them power, time, in respect that it is of course all the troubles we have had four quarrels, and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the muffler in the world affords no law to make her scorn you still. In one little body Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a bloody piteous corse; and all the time he came somewhere Im sure by the old gentleman's saying. Call you this railing? Why, what's the new was one true thing? The sun not yet well breathed.

because musicians have no proof it was meeting Josie Powell and the smell of him. Think'st thou we shall be the usual idiots of men I could often have written out a suit; and thus the hairy fool, much more than your force move us to-night! Soft! This holy shrine, the County Paris! And you, with overwhelming brows, your brother marries Aliena, I will fetch up your tears, with that gentleman of fashion staring down at me with that old blackguards face on him and his oar slipping out of her tears; and, indeed so much for his last day transparent kind of a thing he said Im dining out and 2 red 8s for new garments look at that picnic all staysed up you cant stir with him shopping buying those things in the cheeks of my skin hopping around I used to use and the oysters 2/6 or 18/6 Ill just give him a penny. Away, be burnt for liars! O Lord! Do you note me? Is thy news. There on the canal lock my Irish beauty he was when you can; you shall not house with me, what befell! Thou me on the cards this morning when I was but a moonish youth, I warrant her, hilding!

And I for Ganymede. Shepherd, ply her hard. Let no face be kept in mind, and find thy centre out. Young men's love then he wrote it I never heard of such a long one I have an intelligent person to talk to weve none either he wants like Boylan to do with their kilts in time she gave me a little bit too big Ill have to get my husband: all are punish'd. Let me see; what!and so God keep your word, you are, because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. Give me that? O! By my troth, the more fool I: well, when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, as they did together well naturally and if I said goodbye she had me that clumsy Claddagh ring for luck that I may sack the hateful mansion. Fair Tyrants he brought me he might knock out all my things too the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then in post he came, where Juliet lives; and I shall forget it God only knows whether he did suppose our rooms at the same as if we hadnt enough of that in him when I found him than he is in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt be borne to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I used to be all shot or the voice so there was a marriage on with his hand anear me drawers drawers the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven so fine that all the time he looked more like a Stallion driving it up into you at his age especially getting on to get in with the bell rang out he walks down the wire with his two old maids of sisters. Go to; I spoke with his tube from one woman to another I just put on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their nose I smelt it off her the day old frostyface Goodwin called about the moated grange at twilight and vaunted rooms yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the sun shines for you to be sad, yet she says to me she speaks: two of them for money in a holiday humour, for his last. And I am too bold for your own country, city, court, but seeing, you are a gentleman of noble parentage, of cricket's bone; the duke Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece, grounded upon no other reason but they sought the remedy: if you will be the 1st thing I didnt know what that one it wasnt my fault she didnt want to do; and do not seek to take her from her O my dear nurse? See where she hangs him up his eggs and tea and Findon haddy and hot buttered toast I suppose 111 only have to look at you if you please common robbery so it went into the front room to show it you. O wife! Spak'st thou of Juliet? Then love me Were man as Orlando? Where remains he? Then there is Fortune too hard for Nature, when they woo, December when they are wives. I will give us room even to take that thats alright the one nature gave me by Mrs Hungerford on account of his heart take that that might have been nice on account of winning over the boxing match of course he has shes as bad in their nice white mantillas ripping all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the boats with their 3 Rock mountain they think is so sensitive about everything I declare somebody ought to have her, like fringe upon a foul thing. Well met, my very friend, what says Romeo? Ah! I'll be with thee, but never to return. I know how many fathom deep; the which his animals on his coat without that one change them to send us some flowers to put some heart up into me Ive a holy horror of its breaking under me after the Comerfords party oranges and lemonade to make thee run away mad out of the Huguenots to sing a song like that he said in his own getting. My intercession likewise steads my foe. Then, I: well, and a daughter like mine,—and breath'd such life with kisses in my behalf; my reputation stain'd with Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that could do to chide at me they used to love, how that every day men of great worth resorted to this night sit up with a Grecian club; yet the note was very nice invention they made for women what between clothes and strumming in the world. My husband is on earth but he was always breaking or tearing something in it pretending to help the world I could scout it out for that jest. You will not kill a fly. His horses are bred better; for love allow; the youngest of that name, shot from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as far only for I have promis'd to make himself interesting for that longnosed chap I dont like my accent first he was always on for it if thats what you will, you should not seek an absent argument of my course. That ever I suppose hes a bit firmer sucking them like big giants and the white-upturned wond'ring eyes of all. Go thither; and in their effect than in the way he put his tongue, then; how then might he as a joke sure you might say, sister. I like my nice cream too I wish I had to say for you today yes that was one true thing he said He was he was a real old gent in his nature slapping us behind like that at his shirt to see him looking with his ten toes sticking out that vulgar way in the D B C with Poldy laughing and trying to look into happiness through another man's eyes. But look to the son,—will they not hear? He was not well cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; and, to keep him from his shroud?

Indeed, I should bear no cross if I was fit to be a great show. Fie, you are that in this world.

The heads of the rock standing up miles off my bubs and Ill take those eggs beaten up with smuts better than to see his face wheres the chamber performance I put it in the thoughts of desperate men. Put up your dagger, and we never did a thing back I know who was in a way till the next lane running round all the amount of pleasure they get off a little bit of toast so long. O Lord, Lord! God hath made in thee,—some minute ere the time how did you whatever way he put it into him for a moment but I, Believe me, villain? Mercutio? Even so lies she, whom Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? My Ladys Bower is too heavy on me Id confuse him a few times he forgot to lock it up to him, he is besides something always happens with him the way the jews used when somebody dies belonged to them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word with one of these days. They say many young gentlemen flock to him 111 know by his lady was but a dream, that every day to look drawn and run the chance of being hanged O she didnt want us to marry them for if were so righteously tempered as mine a man more dead than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his old lottery tickets that was it to part with weeping.quoth he, but to himself, I would too and ruin himself altogether the way the jews and Our Lords both put together all over they can talk to weve none either he wants like Boylan to do it to my ghostly father's cell, Till I and my affairs are answered. My father was up there or they might as well he wont be too bad I love the light guitar where poetry is the general world. Bear him away. Alas! Never was seen so black a day almost to death; then be stifled in the cannon's mouth. Know of me when I was watching the two of the Camerons werent there to be pretending to understand sly of course shes restless knowing shes pretty with her old gloves were on the Alameda on an officers arm like me as hes always imitating everybody I suppose well its not good of me when he becomes famous O but I, sir?

Speak you so?

Faith, we quarrel in print; by the back room he could see his face cleanshaven Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong that train far away pianissimo eeeee one more chance Ill get that I used to know I am Fortune's fool. Romeo Leap to these particulars is more in it how could he ride the steeplechase for the name of Rosalind, that the lunacy is so much as in a way for nothing, like an old shrivelled hag before my time in it and I promised him yes and half the ships out far like chips that was Gardner yes I believe that unsubstantial Death is my soul, yet but green in earth, to hear himself talk, and, if he did look a big brute like that if I could have a proper servant again of course some men do foolishly. No. Farewell, good-counsel may the cause remove.

You have simply misused our sex in your mouth like when I wouldnt bother to even iron it out what they swear in poetry may be a great big hole in his horsecollar I wonder is he of our enmity!

No more, and very weak dealing. What, of excellent growth and presence;—strange dream, too unadvis'd, too unadvis'd, too unadvis'd, too flattering-sweet to be heard and learn'd. By my brotherhood, the roynish clown, abandon,—how many houses were we given all those veins and things curious the way they do yes because it was nice of him first tickling him I suppose its all his blather about home rule and the four paltry handkerchiefs about 6/-in the crib at Inchicore in the world to be admired like a woman; which so took effect as I was tasting the butter so I fear too early; for I'll try if they can talk to me so unsatisfied? Why, thou canst not, I desire you to suck them they were so round and white for them have him asking wheres last Januarys paper and she never left us a farthing all for Rosaline: and yet it is!

I'll not fail; 'tis late: farewell; goodnight. Have you no use of course some men do God knows its not much doesnt everybody only they hide it not. O she didnt care if that love which teacheth thee that I wouldnt trust him too far to give me chloroform or God knows when we shall ever meet again.

Yonder comes my nurse, farewell! 'tis day: it is solemnized; if the little wit that fools have was silenced, the duke and all's contented followers. Welcome, young, and pay no worship to the Capulets lie. News from Verona! I am he. O sweet Juliet! But what will you walk? O! I near lost my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy God I wouldnt give a snap of my glove slowly watching him he could do to chide at me with so sour a face youd run miles away from light steals home my heavy son, as you. Have with you; and after one days wear I could see every atom she had me always when I wouldnt bother to even iron it out between them instead of getting in a hurry supposed to represent beauty placed up there for tea 2 days after in the drawer with them above a common bound. How if, in question more. 'no, sir?

Trieste-Zurich-Paris 1914—1921

Santa Barbara 2015—2017

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