#just don’t be smackable next time

[ask-idv-night-watch]

Is Hastur your dad?

"What makes you ask that? We don’t even look related!"

"..But yes, he is. Unfortunately."

[tengensbunny]

rec 00 -g. tomioka, t.uzui, k.rengoku, s. shinazugawa, sabito (aged up)

↳ an au where reader is a camgirl and our boys are her #1 donators 

NSFW WARNING || 18+

↳ masturbation, recording/video, daddy kink/dirty talk

g.  tomioka

This guy probably found you through Sabito

One day he just walked into the room and glanced at Sabito’s screen and once he does he just can’t take his eyes off

You had him hypnotized from the very first second he laid eyes on you

From the soft cries that left your lips to the way your legs trembled around the toy you were thrusting into your wet cunt

HE WAS HOOKED

Sabito will turn to find Giyuu behind him, his blue eyes filled with lust and a prominent hard on

“Like what you see?” Sabito chuckles before tossing Giyuu his phone, “Just make sure you don’t get any of your jizz on my phone.” he teases, before leaving Giyuu with his phone to take care of his little friend. 

Giyuu doesn’t even have time to come up with a response as the next video plays, the sight of your bare cunt on display with your fingers spreading your labia apart made him choke on his breath. Needless to say, Sabito wasn’t getting his phone back anytime soon.

Bonus: He probably goes through Sabito’s favorites to see what else he has that he can masturbate to, cause like, the man knows where it’s at

s. shinazugawa

Sanemi is probably one of your biggest patrons

He’ll be scrolling through his recommended list and stop at the sight of your cute ass cheeks on the thumbnail 

so plump 

so smackable

he just fantasizes over what they’d look like with his hand prints all over them

You’ll be on your hands and knees with a fucking machine driving into your cunt at a fast pace

The fucking machine is of course controlled by the donations you get from your patrons, so the more $$ the higher the speed it fucks you at

He’ll get excited once he clicks on the thumbnail and hears your soft whimpers, your whole entire body trembling; signaling to him that you had just cum

He’ll donate a large amount just so that he can watch the machine fuck you at a fast and harsh pace, imagining that it was him pounding into your tight and wet cunt

Your whimpers only get louder and louder from the brisk pace of the machine, your hands fisting the silky sheets between your fingers while your body convulses from the pleasure, your poor abused cunt, so sensitive from your previous orgasms

His donations are very generous, so generous you allow him to pick what will happen on the streams sometimes

t. uzui

You know the whole Saturday is for the boys thing? N O P E

Saturdays are for you and for you only, since you stream every Saturday

Like Sanemi, Tengen is probably also one of your biggest patrons and has access to all the VIP shit that you offer

He probably has all your videos downloaded offline so that he can watch them everywhere

His favorite one is where you’re riding a dildo suctioned cupped to the floor

He likes watching your cunt get stretched by the plastic toy, enjoying the sounds of your whimpers as you slowly sink down on the damn thing

He wonders what its like to have your cunt wrapped around his cock, your ribbed walls squeezing around his cock, milking his cock till your cunt is overflowing with his cum and yours combined

Definitely loves the way you role play on your live streams too

“Please Daddy I’ve been good,” you begged, your hips still, once you sank all the way down on the toy. “Won’t you fill me up with all of your love now?”

k. rengoku 

This man never misses a live stream

If he can’t watch it, he’s recording it 

theres just absolutely no way he’s missing out on his dirty little slut

As one of your top paying patrons, he also has some control of what you do on stream some times

“That’s it baby girl, touch yourself for me”

“Tease yourself nice and slow”

“Run your fingers up and down your slit for me baby girl, but don’t stick them in just yet.”

“Spread your cunt for me angel, show Daddy how wet you are”

He makes it an effort to cum at the same time as you whenever you touch yourself. He’s gotten so accustomed to the sounds you make and the way your body reacts, that he’s learned to time himself whenever he masturbates to you.

sabito

This cocky bastard

probably also has control of your stream from time to time and just loves to edge you

loves to hear you beg to cum and definitely wants to hear you beg for his cock

Just one look of your innocent face and he was already all over you account

Wants nothing more than to cum all over that pretty little face of yours

Wants to be the one to taint your innocence

and wreck your pussy

He probably has access to all your VIP benefits too and enjoys all the personal photos he gets of you

Probably persuades you to do a private live stream for him and let me tell you, after that live stream, you guys have probably met up on numerous occasions to fuck

You’ve never felt that aroused on stream before and knowing that he was watching you, controlling you, telling you what to do just made you so damn needy you felt like you were going insane

Everything he was telling you to do, wasn’t new to you before, but why the fuck did it feel 100000x better when he was telling you what to do?

“I don’t think you deserve it Kitten,” Sabito teased, shutting the fucking machine off with a click of the button; a needy whine leaving the girl’s lips as Sabito denied her 4th orgasm. “Please Daddy, I want to cum. I need it.”

Safe to say you’ve never came that hard before in your life; except for when Sabito is around. Now during your live streams all you can think about is his cock as you plunge the sex toy in and out of your cunt. You probably moan his name sometimes on stream too.

[berylcups]

Hi hi, if you're comfortable with it, how would La Squadra react to reader (who they've been with long enough as to not kill them on the spot) playfully spanking them as they walk by? Pls and ty <3

Hello! This request sounds like a lot of fun 🤩 Your wish is my command 😌

How La Squadra reacts to getting a spank on the butt

CW: flirtatious behavior, suggestive content

Notes: I hope this doesn’t feel too rushed. 😅 I did this more as an act of flirtation and La Squadra already being somewhat on amicable terms. I hope this fulfills your expectations nonetheless! Enjoy! 💜 Beryl

Risotto

Ass rating: 7/10 very thicc but super muscular so no jiggle physics

“…Ahem.” He stopped in his steps. He couldn’t face you because his face was so flushed. “Y/N is there any reason why you assaulted my ass like that?”

“No reason.” You shrugged your shoulders and giggled. “Just felt like it.”

“You and Melone are lucky we don’t have an HR.”he dryly joked.

He’s shocked by your boldness. But he can’t say he isn’t intrigued! Give him a little more time to warm up 😌

Formaggio

Ass rating: 7.5/10 nice and soft. Bubbly even, very smackable but it’s on the smaller side.

“Hey now~ If you’re gonna do that, at least take me out to dinner first.” He chucked rubbing his ass. “I know a good sports bar we could go to…” he flirted back.

Uh oh, you caught his attention. Hope cool with a guy who works through his relationships fast! He might propose to you 3 months from now!

Illuso

Ass rating: 8.5/10 very thicc ass fit for a complete asshole 🙄 very bubbly but hides it behind those ugly ass clothes made from my Nanny’s duvet.

He could see your hand coming a mile away through a reflection in the mirror.

“Nice try Y/N.” He grabs both of your wrists with one hand and pins you to the wall.

“Think you can sneak up on me? I got eyes everywhere.” His free hand strokes your face.

“You want a piece of my ass then you gotta work for it.” He let you go and smacked your ass hard and squeezed a cheek.

“Hah that is fun!” He snickered. “ you better watch your back Y/N! I’m gonna be sneaking up on your ass now!”

Oh no! This big bully is gonna bully your ass now! Literally! But was it just me or did I sense some sexual tension back there? 😳 good luck!

Pesci

Ass rating: 9/10 this guy has a dumpy. Thicc- xtra THICC. Nice and soft. Perfect for spanking.

“Eeek~!” He lets out a loud high pitched screech.

“Y-Y/N?! W-wha w-what was that for???” He stuttered.

“Sorry I can’t help myself Pesci. You are just too cute!” You giggled.

“I’m cute?!” His entire face became flushed. He never had someone hit on him like that…literally or figuratively!

“Absolutely! I’m sorry for scaring you there.” You apologized. “ if you want…you can spank me back~” you giggled.

“Oh-oh my! I could never lay a hand on you Y/N! “ he stuttered out. “ besides-big bro told me I’m supposed to treat my superiors with respect !”

“Well okay…but remember the offer is always on the table. See you around big boy ~.” You winked

“Was Y/N flirting with me?! Is this real life? My heart won’t stop pounding! I need to man up and flirt back next time!”

Aww you raised his self esteem! He could use his own personal cheerleader! 😘 keep showing him your support and you might win him over!

Prosciutto

Ass rating: 5/10 small muscle butt, it’s pretty but not very smackable 😩 like smacking a brick wall

“That’s not the way a mafioso should behave…Y/N.” He has a good grip on your wrist as he takes a deep drag of his cigarette with his free hand.

He exhales the smoke in your face and smirks.

“You look like you could use some more training. I’ll tell Risotto that you need some private mentoring to help with that bad behavior of yours.” He purred.

Uh…good luck ! You’re about to receive some very intense mentoring or some aggressive brat taming 👀

Melone

Ass rating: 3/10 poor baby got no butt 🥲 you can hang a photo on his ass. But at least it looks pretty ☺️

“Hnnnng…spank me harder~” he purred while sticking his butt out towards you.

“I’ll be honest… I never expected you to make the first move but I can’t say it’s unwelcome” he confessed. “Now… it’s my turn~! Let me spank you next!” He says with a crazed look in his eyes and his hands making a grabbing motion.

It’s up for you to decide if you want to him to spank you or not. 😅 you better start running then! Remember you can’t outperv the pervert!

Ghiaccio

Ass rating:10/10 he has the holy trinity of a perfect booty bubbly, thicc, and muscular. 💯 absolute perfection 👌 his nerdy clothes conceal the butt but—thank lort for White Album. That stand doesn’t hide ANYTHING 😳

“Woah woah woah hey! Hey! What the hell was that?!” He rubbed his stinging cheeks. “Did you seriously just smack my ass?!” His face was redder than a tomato.

“Yes, yes I did.” You said proudly.

“Y-You can’t just do that!” He stuttered out of embarrassment.

“But I just did.”

“How would you like it if I did it to you huh?! Gasp-“. He realized the gravity of what he just said. “That’s not what I meant-“

“Ok, come here and do it~.” You giggled. “ Do you want me to bend over or..?” You egged him on.

“Wha—?! That- that would be—no! No! I’m not falling for it!” He stuttered with blood leaking out of his nose and freezing on his cheek. “You just want me to get in trouble!”

He stormed off as a blushing nose bleeding mess.

“Y/N is flirting with me??? Oh god what do I do? I just fucked up by yelling at them. Maybe smack their ass next time???” He nervously thought. “I hope I have the balls to do that!”

Oh boy you really let him have it! His poor brain blue-screened from that moment 😂 you might’ve been a little too intense for this intense man. Maybe be a bit less bold next time. Don’t worry you got this! 💙

[hmspogueobx]

Sunshine and Pine

Chapter Four: Secret Skills

"Oh you're on Cameron." I say, chucking the soccer ball as hard as I can right at his face. Unfortunately for all the wolf skills I have, he's got them to, and he catches it effortlessly. I'd been sitting on a blanket with Leah, having a nice chill time when Jared started throwing out jabs about how in all the time I'd been here, I'd never had the guts to play with the big boys.

"You ever played soccer before, sweetheart?" He seems to think the intensity in my glare is funny as he keeps egging me on, rolling the ball back to me. "You use your feet to kick the ball into the other team's goal. Got it?"

"Oh, I don't put it in my own goal?" I say, sending the ball into the air and casually juggling it.

Jared's face drops, and somewhere beside me Paul lets out a booming laugh.

I spend the next hour wiping the floor with Jared. Dribbling the ball between his feet, sending him flying into the sand. Eventually he concedes and we all fall onto a blanket Emily laid out for us.

"I just want to hear you say it Jared! I want Jake and Leah to hear it!" I say, leaning back into Paul's arms.

"LUCY IS THE ALL TIME BEST SOCCER PLAYER IN ALL OF THE WORLD. HER AMAZINGNESS KNOWS NO BOUNDS." Jared shouts in the flattest voice he can.

The little group of our friends sitting on the other side of the beach look over. Leah whoops and hollers, throwing her hands together in a cheer. Even Jacob, the epitome of a moody heartbroken teenager cracks a small smile.

Paul leans down to whisper in my ear. "I'm not gonna lie... that was super fucking hot." He presses a kiss to my hair. "Who knew you were so good at soccer."

I peek up at him over my shoulder. "Oh I'm good at a lot of things Paul."

His eyes go dark at the provocative tone in my voice. "Maybe I could show you sometime." Reaching back my hand to grab his face, I plant a quick peck to his cheek.

I don't need a mind link to know what he's thinking, by the way he's shifting me in his lap, like he's got something to hide.

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I'm sat in the back seat of Jared's truck shoulders bumping between Seth and Leah's. The road leading to the cliffs isn't the smoothest ride. Someone had brought up cliff diving that morning, and Seth had been quick to pipe up that he'd never once done it, which apparently was unacceptable. After a fair amount of ribbing from the other boys about not being brave enough, Seth had outed me, tatling that I'd never done it either.

It was immediately declared that everyone was to go get their swimsuits and meet at the top of the cliffs.

Seth, who'd been fidgety the whole drive up, was now peering over the edge of the cliff warily.

"Geez man. Did it get taller? It looks so normal from the beach." Seth whispers for just me to hear. This absolutely precious boy I think leaning into his shoulder. "I can go with you if you want." And he seriously contemplates it before shaking his head.

"Nah, the guys'll never shut up about it. I got this." He decides, squaring his shoulders.

After a while of peaking over the edge and backing away a few times, and a few boys sprinting past him to jump, Seth finally gets the balls to hurl himself over the side, in the world's most awkward looking cannonball. The few of you still there are left cackling at the whole thing.

"You end up wearing one of the new swimsuits you got?" Leah asks. I hum and nod at her.

"The flowery one? Or the blue one that makes your ass look extra smackable?" She asks, quoting the exact words I'd said when I told her about them.

I sense rather than see that Paul's eyes are suddenly on us from his spot a few feet behind me.

Wordlessly, I pull the shoulder of my sundress to the side, revealing a bright blue bikini strap with an overly sweet smile, putting on a show for my secret audience.

"Ooo nice colour. Let me see." She demands.

Grabbing the bottom of my sundress, I start to hike it up over my head. I swear I hear someone's breath hitch. Scrunching my dress into a ball I bend over to tuck it into my bag, and this time I definitely hear a groan behind me. And not at all a subtle one.

"Alright, well that's our cue Embry." Leah smirks, sauntering over to the last person left on top of the cliff. With a wink over his shoulder Embry shouts "If you guys don't come right down after us, everyone will know exactly what you're doing!" And with that, he and Leah leap off the edge. Their screams get quieter and quieter, until my wolf ears hear a faint splash.

Suddenly there's a pair of warm hands on my hips, pulling me flush against a hard chest.

"You know I've been meaning to take up swimming... We should go. Like all the time." Paul's soft voice contradictory to the nips his teeth are giving my ear. I wiggle my hips back into him and he hisses "Everyday.... We should come everyday."

His words pull a giggle from my lips. "I could definitely be into that." I push off of Paul and turn around to face him. With the most innocent look I can manage, my hands splayed on his chest, I start to lightly push him backwards towards a nearby tree. "You know I don't think I really want to jump right now."

Paul's eyes have gone dark as they follow your every move. "No?" His voice comes out an octave lower than normal. My waves bounce on my shoulders as I shake my head no.

"And I don't think I really care what our friends will think if we don't." Paul visibly gulps. I love that after all the times we've been together that I can still pull reactions like this out of him. His back bumps into the tree. My hands trail down to the waist of his shorts.

"Maybe I could show you some of those things I'm really good at." I say looking up at him as I sink to my knees.

Safe to say, it was a while before we joined our friends in the water.

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I pull the heavy scent of Pine and fire and Paul over my head, tightening the string of the hoodie around my face. I'm about to crawl into bed for the night, but the corner of an envelope catches my eye. I'd buried it underneath a pile of books in hopes that it would get lost there, hoping I'd forget about it altogether. But no matter my intention, some part of me clearly wanted to read it, because the entire corner was clearly visible. I can't hold back my curiosity any longer, and with a heavy sigh, I gently shuffle it out of its half-assed hiding spot and rip out the letter.

The thick black ink is curled in a way that reminds me of my mother's handwriting, but somehow stuffy and stiff. And it makes me a bit sad to see.

My Dearest Lucy,

I still cannot believe how beautiful you have grown up to be. When I saw you standing in front of me, it took all of my strength not to run to you. I had to stay stoic so as to not show weakness. Strength is very important in the Volturi, and I didn't want Jane to report back to Aro. She would have to, as she is forever trying to prove her superiority over me.

I wanted to explain, my beautiful girl, just why I never came to tell you that I was alive.

You would think that being bitten and changing is the most painful thing in the world. And it was definitely no easy feat. But the part afterwards, when you wake up all alone, with no idea what to do, fire tearing up your throat... That is pain. I went to Los Angeles for a while, feeding where I knew I wouldn't run into you or your father. After a while, I tried to come back for you. But I was standing outside the house, and the scent of your father was just too sweet. I ran as fast as I could before I couldn't control myself any longer. I just couldn't be near you without risk.

I spent a while in isolation after that. Feeding only on those dumb enough to wander deep into the woods. That is where Demetri found me. He later told me that I looked more like a wild animal than a vampire. I'd been alone in the woods for so long. But the Volturi have someone who can sense the abilities of other vampires. She'd passed near enough by me to feel my power, and told Demetri where to find me. He brought me to Aro, and they gave me a place in their guard. After being completely alone in this for so long, it felt so good to be a part of something. They gave me a home, and companionship, and helped me to strengthen my abilities. Lucy, I can't even begin to explain in writing how strong I've become. I could protect us. I think you and your father would like Italy so much. I'm strong enough that you wouldn't have to worry about your wolf problem. If anyone said anything I could change their minds. You don't have to keep pretending with your "pack". We could be a REAL family again.

Send me a reply at the address below. Tell me when you can be ready to travel. I will be there.

PO Box 3645

266 Via di Sotto

Volterra, Italy

Sincerely,

Mother

I've read through it three times now. I'm trying to find my mom in these words, in this penmanship. But it contains none of her warmth, none of her love. This is cold and distant. Her time as a vampire and in isolation had changed her too much. The quotation marks around the word pack irk me. The capitalization of REAL just pisses me off. I don't even realize I'm trembling with rage until I feel the breeze rush through my opening window and a warm hand coming down on my shoulder. I wordlessly hand the letter to Paul while I rush to my desk, yanking open the drawer to find a blank envelope and paper. Paul's grip has tightened on the paper and I hear it crumpling behind me. I scribble so angrily that my writing is wobbly.

Let's just clear something up here. My PACK is my REAL family. Just as Dad is my REAL family. I lost my mother a long time ago. My mother never would have tried to control me the way you did. And she certainly wouldn't have wanted to lure me into the den of my enemies to keep as some prize. I don't know who you are anymore. And I sure as hell will not be leaving my family behind to be a prisoner in some bloodsucker tomb like some sort of meal waiting to be devoured. I've been through so much pain to get here, but I'm here now and I'm finally happy. I am NOT leaving.

DO NOT COME HERE!!

I shove the letter haphazardly into the envelope, cover it in postage stamps and march out the door to shove it in the mailbox.

[lancermylove]

I Love You The Way You Are (HC)

Fandom: BSTS

Pairing: All x fem!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: Potato

Prompt: How would the BSTS boys react to finding out MC has insecurities about something with her body (i.e breast size, height, weight, waist size, butt size, etc.)? - Potato

A/N: I think all of us can relate to this in one way or another. Hopefully this hc bring comfort to the readers! Remember that you are beautiful no matter what. 😘

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Kei noticed you were behaving oddly around him and also knew you were keeping something from him. 

Then he overheard you talking to someone on the phone and saying "I don't feel like I'm good enough for him. He's incredible in every way possible; a great singer, a flawless dancer, a talented actor, sexy, well-built, rich...and on top of that, a well-known celebrity. He should be dating someone just as amazing as him..."

The corners of his lips turned down as Kei curled his fists. He was angry at you for saying such a negative thing about yourself. Wasn't good enough? Do you know what you mean to him? 

He walked into the room and wrapped his arms tightly around you from behind, "Not good enough? Is that what you think?"

His voice was heavy and drawn, "You are right, I could date anyone I want. Even if I had a chance to date someone else, I would still choose you. Stop being so hard on yourself...I love you just the way you are." 

Sotetsu saw you struggling to walk in high heels and heard you mumbling about how uncomfortable it is. 

"Then why are you wearing them?" He chuckled. 

"I'm short, and I hate being short..." 

He would've brushed your words as whining had it not been for the tears in your eyes. 

"You are insecure about your height? Why? I like you being short...it makes you a whole lot cuter, especially when you are around me." 

"You're just saying that..."

"I am not," he laughed, "but you want to know the best part about you being short?" 

Sotetsu lifted you by the waist and held you above him, ignoring your squeals and protests to put you down. "I have fun picking you up and carrying you around." 

Ginsei stared at you in shock when he heard you complaining about your nose. "Why don't you like your nose? I don't see anything wrong with it." 

"It's not cute enough..." 

"Did someone say something to you? If they did, then please ignore their words. Your nose is great as it is. I know I don't have the right to say this since I've my share of insecurities as well, but believe me when I saw you are beautiful." 

Ginsei smiled and pinched your nose between his thumb and index finger.

"You...think your fingers are chubby?" Gui mumbled as he pondered over your words. "You don't like them?"

"No, my fingers look unattractive, so..."

He stared at your arms in confusion, "I don't see anything wrong with them."

"Gui, men like a woman with skinny fingers an-"

He interrupted you while shaking his head, "That's not true...I don't see anything wrong with your fingers." 

"But, Gui..." 

"I like you. The size of your fingers doesn't matter to me..."

Yoshino noticed that you were only wearing open skirts and wondered why. When you told him you thought your thighs were too big, he was at a loss. 

"But, (y/n), I l-like your thighs. You look good in everything you wear." 

"You're just saying that to make me feel better." You didn't believe his words, but Yoshino was determined to make you see the truth. 

"I really like to rest my head on your l-lap...your thighs are comfortable, a-and I like to stroke them," he smiled and took hold of your hands. "Please believe me. You are perfect the way you are!"

"Why have you been acting weird the past few days?" Kokuyou asked as he took a seat next to you and pulled out his cigarettes. 

"Have I been acting weird?" You asked innocently. 

He stared at you before roughly saying, "Drop the act and answer my question." 

Averting your eyes, you told him the truth in a quiet voice. "Why do you like me, Kokuyou? I'm not pretty enough to be with someone like you." 

He furrowed his eyebrows and growled, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is there a meter somewhere that measures the beauty levels of a woman? Did someone say something to you? Tell me who." 

You could sense an air of hostility about him, "N-No...I just t-think..."

"I don't care what you think about this. Stop criticizing yourself and stop listening to dumbasses." Kokuyou grew quiet for a second and exhaled loudly, "If I didn't like you, I wouldn't be with you. You...are beautiful." 

Akira stopped walking and looked at you blankly. "You..what?" 

"I don't like the size of my butt," you mumbled under your breath, not wanting the people nearby to hear. 

"Cutie, I don't know why you don't like it, but if you're followin' some weird trend or listening to other people, then stop," Akira said while ruffling your hair. 

"But look at it..." 

"I am looking at it and don't see anything wrong with it. Listen, the size of your butt doesn't matter...besides, small butts look cute, and big butts are smackable," he laughed. 

"Are you alright?" Sin questioned as he took a seat next to you in the office. 

You debated whether or not to tell him the thought on your mind and eventually decided to come clean. "No..."

"Why?"

"I...I see these women with perfect legs and no cellulite...it's so unfair. I can't wear shorts, skirts, or dresses without worrying about the cellulite showing," you muttered with your head lowered. 

"There is no point worrying about such trivial matters. It's a way of life, and if someone dislikes you simply for your cellulite, the person does not deserve your attention."

"And you...what you do you think about it?" 

Sin chuckled, "I think you are worrying too much. You are beautiful just the way you are." 

Taiga noticed you staring in the mirror and touching various parts of your face with a frown. He walked in curiously and asked what you were doing. 

"N-Nothing...I..."

"That didn't look like nothing," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "You don't look okay either." 

"Why do I look like this? Why...can't I look a little cuter? I mean look at those women that look like flawless dolls."

"You..want to look like a doll? Why?" Taiga was stunned by your reply, "H-Hey, you're telling a gamer you want to look like a doll...have you ever played a horror game? Dolls are the last things any gamer wants to see. Man, I'm terrified of dolls..."

His unexpected response made you laugh and seeing your mood change, Taiga smiled. "I like this you."

When Takami heard that you were insecure about your skin color, he was speechless. "Why...?" 

You didn't reply to him; instead, you lowered your eyes and fought back your tears. 

"I...I can see why. The media, society, people spouting nonsense...," he gave a small smile and cupped your cheeks, "(y/n), all skin colors are beautiful. The color of skin doesn't determine how beautiful you are nor does it say anything about your skills, intelligence, background..." 

"But..."

"Listen, your skin color makes you unique. I mean imagine a world where all of us had the same skin color, same eyes, nose, and mouth. Frankly, that sounds like something straight out of a horror movie." 

His words made you giggle. Takami wiped your tears and added, "I love your skin as it is. You are perfect as you are, and I hope you can see that too." 

"Rindou, what do you think about my lips?" 

"Why do you ask?" He was surprised to hear such an arbitrary question. 

"I...hate my lips. Women with plump lips are so lucky." 

Rindou cupped your cheeks and looked into your eyes, "Your lips are cute and give you a delicate, feminine look. Women don't need plump lips to look pretty. Don't think less of yourself I like your lips as they are."  

"You...don't like your glasses?" Sinju asked, tilting his head to one side. "Why though?" 

"I...just don't like them," you said not wanting to give him a full-fledged explanation. 

"But your glasses make you look a hundred times cuter," Sinju flashed you a radiant smile. "Are...you worried about getting categorized as a dork, nerd, geek, and all that?" 

You didn't give him a reply, but Sinju continued, "You know people nowadays wear glasses as a fashion statement. Doesn't that mean glasses are fashionable?" 

Maica stared at your feet silently for a while before looking back at your face. "Your point is?" 

"My feet are so big...it bothers me and -"

He interrupted you with a raised eyebrow, "The size of your foot doesn't matter. Some people have small feet, others have large feet. If anyone points out the size of your foot, know that they're insecure about their appearance and are trying to feel better about themselves by pointing out "flaws" in other people." 

Maica brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers, “I could care less about you. I love you for who you are, not your shoe size.” 

"You have not been eating properly." 

You looked at Menou confused, not knowing if he was stating the fact or questioning you. 

"Why? Are you not feeling well?" 

"I...want to lose weight. My stomach is chubby, and I don't like it." 

"Why not?" Menou stifling a yawn and stretched his arms, "I like your chubby stomach. It makes a good pillow...actually, I like sleeping on your stomach more than on a pillow." 

"Hair color? What issue do you have with your hair color?" 

Yakou was at a loss and couldn't understand what your hair color had to do with your beauty. 

"Great...is social media trying to play with your mind? Don't listen to those people," he sighed and cupped your cheeks. "I like your hair color, and it has nothing to do with you as a person or your beauty. Hair color is determined by a pigment called melanin...and people who think otherwise are too stupid to understand." 

Seeing you hesitate, Yakou stroked your cheek and whispered, "If you are still uncomfortable with your hair color, then I can help you dye your hair. Though, I would prefer you didn't." 

Mokuren poked your upper arm and shrugged. "I don't see anything wrong with your arm." 

"It's so flabby though...," you complained. 

Team C's leader gave you a puzzled look, "The size of your arms doesn't decide who you are or how beautiful you look. Don't be insecure about such a trivial thing. You need to tell yourself daily that you're beautiful." 

Mokuren pressed a kiss on the back of your hand, "Princess, you truly are breathtaking...every part of you is beautiful." 

"Dear, is there a reason why you're wearing a heavy layer of foundation? Did something happen?" 

You were taken aback by Qu's question, but you should've expected this; being a makeup lover, he would notice right away. 

"I...I wanted to hide my freckles," you admitted, sounding a bit embarrassed, "I...don't l-like them." 

"Why?" Qu couldn't believe his ears. "Your freckles are cute, and they remind me of stars." 

He stepped in front of you and delicately touched your cheeks, "People wish to touch stars, but I am one of the lucky few who can touch them right here." 

Kasumi frowned slightly, "Why don't you like your waistline?"

"It's not perfect."

"Please don't be so conscious about your waistline; otherwise, who is going to share donuts with me?" 

His comment made you chuckle, "Kasumi..."

He smiled widely and pinched your cheek, "If you still don't feel comfortable with your waistline, then I can help you exercise. So let's eat some donuts, then go exercise, and then eat donuts, and exercise again." 

Hari noticed you tugging at your jacket sleeves again and couldn't resist the urge to ask, "Is something the matter?"

"N-Nothing..."

Even though you tried to brush off his concerns, he studied you for a moment and asked, "Are you insecure about the hair on your body?" 

You darted your eyes towards him in shock, wondering how he figured it out. 

"Did someone say something to you? If so, that person or people need to return to school and pay more attention in their biology class," he frowned, "Every person had hair follicles, so it's natural for hair to grow on their body. It's nothing to be insecure about."

"What does that even mean?" Zakuro chuckled. 

"My eyes are not big enough!" You repeated your words and pouted. 

"Oya Oya, why would you waste your precious time thinking about that? Women really do worry about the smallest things." 

He tilted your chin and looked deep into your eyes, "Your eyes are alluring. When you smile, they sparkle like the stars; when you're sad, they look like glass beads. Your eyes are one of your most attractive features."  

You and Mizuki were sitting in the Starless staff room when you asked out of the blue, "Mizuki, do you think my shoulders are broad?" 

"Why would ya care about somethin' like that? No, I don't see anythin' wrong with 'em," he mumbled and waited for you to explain the reason behind your question. 

"I...think my shoulders are too broad..." 

"Baka!" He yelled close your ear, making you wince. "You look good as you are, and if anyone says you don't, then I will kick 'em for ya." 

Kongou walked into the locker room and stopped in his tracks when he saw you examining your hips in the mirror. "(Y/N)?" 

"O-Oh, Kongou...h-hi," you forced a smile. 

"What's wrong? You look upset." 

Your lips drew into a straight line as you explained your hatred for your large hips. 

"But I like your hips," he smiled, "the way they move when you walk, the curvy shape when you wear jeans...it's really attractive."

A light red spread across his cheeks, "I also like the way they feel when you're close to me." 

Ran looked at you blankly, not understanding why you were complaining about your height. "What's wrong with being tall?"

"I tower over everyone...and I feel like a giant," you exhaled loudly.

"But women wear heels or get surgery to look tall, so shouldn't you be happy that you're naturally tall? Besides, I like ya being tall, and I really like your long legs!" He exclaimed with a wide grin. 

Heath was going through your photos when he took note of something. “(Y/N), why do you always make the same double peace sign pose?" 

"That way my jawline has a V-shape. I wish I naturally had a V-shape jawline...I would look more feminine and cuter." 

Heath glanced at you confused. "I don't understand why you would say that. All jawlines are beautiful in their own way. Also, a person's jawline doesn't determine how beautiful they look." 

His words caught you by surprise and all you could do was wordlessly stare at him.

"Don't listen to what society, media, or people say. I think your jawline is great, and you're very pretty." 

Rico was irritated by your words and wanted to give you an earful but chose to only say, "Who cares about that? But if you're insecure about the size of your breast then wear a bra according. After all, aren't there all types of bras that can either make breasts look bigger or slightly smaller?" 

"But Rico..."

"Stop worrying about these useless things. If any girl tells you you're too small or too big, then just tell them to mind their own business," he paused for a moment and frowned. "And if any guy says that to you, then tell me. I will teach him a lesson for staring at your chest." 

Unei saw you staring in the mirror, covering your cheeks, and sighing heavily. He asked you what was wrong and why you looked so upset.

"I...I don't like my chubby face."

Unei blinked rapidly, then burrowed his brows in confusion. "Why would you say that? I...like your face."

"You do?"

Unei smiled sweetly and nodded, "You look cute with chubby cheeks, and I...like pinching your cheeks. So, please don't criticize your c-cute face."

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➣ BSTS Masterlist 1 ➣ BSTS Masterlist 2

[blossom-hwa]

ok but mtl likely you'll smack in tbz? -baker anon

GOODBYE I’M CRYING ANON I LOVE THIS ASK

From most to least (with abundant reasoning):

1. SUNWOO. MF SUNWOO. He just seems like the type of friend I’d smack a LOT because he either does something stupid (ie tries to bait trout with MONEY I HATE HIM) or says something stupid or DOESN’T CLEAN UP AFTER HIMSELFFFFFFFFF

2. Sangyeon. So you must be thinking oh my god Lina you monster why would you hit our lovely leader sangyeon! well bitch I happen to be a mafia ENTHUSIAST. I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT WAS POSSIBLE TO BE S O BAD AT MAFIA UNTIL I WATCHED SANGYEON PLAYING AND I JUST. I JUST LOST MY FUCKING MIND. I play mafia a LOT with my friends and I won’t say I'm the best player but I CAN TELL YOU I’M BETTER THAN SANGYEON LIKE GOD FREAKING DAMN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’D HIT HIM FOR BEING SO BAD AT MAFIA

3. Eric. He’s the type of best friend I’d hit on a regular basis because he suggests something stupid. 

4. Hyunjae. Look okay I don’t know him all too well (though better than like hak or Sangyeon) but from the videos that I’ve seen he is BULLIED and I would like to join in. I feel like I’d hit him a lot for saying something stupid or cocky idk

5. Younghoon. I know he looks so cool and chic but this bitch is LITERALLY the definition of a dork okay???? he would 100% say something I deem cringe or dumb or he’d just do something stupid and I'd smack him

(wow I'm realizing that the majority of my reasoning is ‘I'd hit them because they said something stupid’ oops)

6. New. I wouldn’t hit him because he said something dumb. I’d smack him because he said something beautifully savage and I’d be crying of laughter and hitting him at the same time you know what I mean

7. Kevin. Look I know I’ve said that I would LOVE to have Kevin as my best friend and as you can see I smack my friends a lot but Kevin’s the type of friend where if he says something stupid I'll just. look at him. in disappointment. Idk I might hit him????? but rarely. I'll more likely start yelling or just shake him by the shoulders

8. Haknyeon. I look at that boy and I see his face and it’s absolutely not smackable. Though he might say something out of this world stupid at some point and I'll knock him over

9. Q. I love this kid too much to smack him. He also terrifies me??? He’s an evil little child with a very bright smile and I just wouldn’t smack him if I could avoid it. I feel like he’d try to take revenge

10. Juyeon. HOW DO YOU SMACK HIM. YOU CANNOT. he’s just a??? gullible child??? I just want to hold him close and pat his head even though he’s like twice as tall as I am gdi. I might smack him after a very spicy stage or when he says a savage line but. otherwise. n o. more likely I'd just poke him very hard on one of his arms (which wouldn’t even hurt because have you SEEN his muscles)

11. Jacob. I don’t even think I need to explain this. This boy says I love you to his parents every time he ends a call. He used to say I love you to his mom every night in case something bad happened to him the next day. HE DOESN’T SWEAR AND WHEN HE USED TO SWEAR HE WOUDL PRAY AFTERWARDS. IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO SMACK HIM IT’S ABSOLUTELY FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE

[serahsanguine]

Vacation Series Pt. 2. Halloween Surprises Ch, 4

This is the second book in a two-part series

Book one. - pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6

Book Two. - pt. 1, pt, 2, pt. 3, 

All chapters can be found Here on Ao3

This Chapter Rating; NC-17 NSFW

Tagging; @skullsmuldon @baronessblixen @today-in-fic

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Chapter 4; Day Four - Vanity Fair

Mulder woke up and felt the cold sweat of Scully’s skin as he rolled her over slightly and nuzzled his nose into her strawberry smelling hair. Whispering reassurances over and over again tell her he loved her, that they were safe. She opened her eyes adjusting to the darkness she could tell she had been crying and she clung to Mulder’s body. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too, care to tell me about it?”

“I will but not now, I'm going to grab a glass of water.”

“Ok,” he said simply not wanting to push the matter and make it worse.

“I’ll be quick I promise, the fires nearly out and the room is quite chilly” she leaned back over to him her finger gracefully touching his cheek “I’m ok I promise”

He smiled weakly and watched her wander to the bathroom. She switched the light on and grabbed the glass she kept by the sink and ran the water cold before filling it and taking a sip.  

It didn’t agree with her and everything she had eaten the day before all came up and into the toilet bowl. Mulder was up in a flash and by her side for support. His hand grabbing her hair to keep it out of her face and his other hand rubbing her back. He helped soothe her as best he good but he felt useless.

5 minutes passed and everything that was coming up was out and now all that was left was her dry heaving into the bowl. She sat on the cool tile floor and Mulder had grabbed a washcloth and ran it under cool water to apply to her head and neck. 

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked concerned.

“No, but I think that’s it for now,” she replied solemnly.

“What happened?"

“The bowling alleys hotdog disagreed with me,” she said trying to calm her breathing down and trying no to throw up her stomach acid. 

“You did say you didn’t think it tasted right,” he said in confirmation. 

She nodded and rung the washcloth out and ran it under the tap before replacing it to her skin. “That'll teach me to listen to your advice and eat junk food.”

“This is not my fault,” he said defensively and looked away at the floor.

She smiled and locked her fingers with his, he looked up into her face and smiled back and realized she was teasing him.

“Nice to see you're making jokes, are you ready to go back to bed?”

“Yes, I think so.” 

Scully stood up and went to walk out of the bedroom but Mulder scooped her up under the legs and carried her to bed. 

“I can walk you know,” she said laughing.

“I know but I felt chivalrous,” he replied smiling back down at her. 

He wrapped the blanket around her skin and she was asleep instantly, it was a little while before he fell back to sleep making sure she had everything from a sick bucket a fresh cup of water. He was worried for her and hoped she was up for tomorrow as he knew she was really looking forward to the vanity fair.

//

Both Mulder and Scully had been awake for several hours now dealing with some of the preparations for tomorrow's Halloween party. 

The Lone Gunman had gone way overboard on the pumpkins, buying 25 of them to be exact, all of them needed to be scooped and cleaned with the inside of the pumpkin put in a bowl to make pies for tomorrow.  Mulder and Scully were sat by the kitchen island, Scully’s hair was tied back in a low ponytail keeping the pumpkin from attaching itself to her hair. She was wearing a low cut vest top with a cardigan buttoned up, her jeans covered buy an apron, she was cleaning out her second pumpkin. Mulder was wearing black joggers and a grey tank top also cleaning out his second pumpkin. All of them agreed to do 5 pumpkins each and once cleaned they would get to do a different design on each one.

Mulder watched as Scully was finishing up, he just stared and watched for awhile he knew she was still feeling quite ill from yesterday but was putting on a brave face as they sat trying not to let on. But when you look deeper she was aglow her skin porcelain and freckled but her cheeks were red from the fire and warmth of the house. Loose curled hair framed her beautiful face her eyes downcast at the task at hand. Her nose is small and quaint, her lips pink luscious and kissable but they were covered by the tip of her tongue just darting out from between her lips. He smiled because she didn’t know she did this, and she only did it when she was concentrating he never brought it up in case it made her self conscious and she would stop. 

She looked up and caught him staring at her and instantly she blushed it didn’t matter whether they were in a relationship or not whenever he looked at her like that it sent her into little schoolgirl crush mode. 

They got through the rest of the pumpkins creating creepy ghosts, ghoulies, monsters and cats, even carving an X into the largest one they had between them. 

Mulder placed a tea light in his last pumpkin and held it up next to him, he had carved a face with a large smile into it.  

“Scully, You light me up,” he held up the lit pumpkin and then looked at her with a cheeky smile on his face.

She looked at him and smiled and then proceeded to laugh at his awful pun.

“How long have you been holding that one in?”

“Since we started. ”

“You’re incorrigible” she carried on laughing. She managed to calm herself down some minutes later and watched him as he scooped some of the ‘guts’ of the pumpkin into his hand.

“Don’t you dare Mulder.”

She watched as if in slow motion he pulled his hand back and threw the pumpkin insides at her. His evil smirk said everything she needed to know as she picked up some of her insides and threw it back at him. 

“Do you really want this to turn this into a food fight, Scully?

“You started it, Mister.”

They threw pumpkin back and forth until the whole kitchen was covered in orange blobs and seeds he had definitely achieved his goal of helping to cheer her up and not think about how awful she felt.  

“Thank you,” she said quietly. 

“Anytime, but we need to get this place cleaned up before the boys get home.”

She looked around at the room and sighed their little bit of fun had caused so much chaos. 

“Ok, I will get the mop and you get the broom.”

Mulder followed Scully to the cleaning closet, she grabbed the mop and he grabbed a Halloween broom. 

He looked at Scully, witches broom in hand “Stick with me.” 

She rolled her eyes and he watched her laugh as she walked back into the kitchen. He put the decorative item down and grabbed the real thing and proceeded to help her clean up the mess they had created. 

//

That Following Night.   

Scully was still under the weather and feeling sick but was miles better then she was feeling the night before. She was just putting the finishing touches on her outfit. She wore a red dress that came up just above her knees, black tights and red pumps. Her hair was down and curly around her face, her face with just a small touch of makeup. Her gold cross sitting firmly in the middle of her neck. 

She walked out of her bedroom and down the stairs finding Mulder staring at her from his seat in the living room. His face in awe of her beauty. 

“Mulder close your jaw, you’re catching flies.”

“I… ugh… Wow”

She blushed profusely. But quickly turned it around back on him. She raked her eyes down on his form, his Jean's were dark and acid washed and they curved his ass perfectly, she remembered the first time he wore them, his ass looked smackable. At least this time she could actually touch him. His attire above the waste consisted of a grey t-shirt paired with a black leather jacket. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself Mulder,” now it was Mulder's turn to blush. Scully slipped on her black trench coat and hooked her arm inside Mulders and they walked into town towards the vanity fair. 

10 minutes later they arrived, it was beautifully decorated, there were streamers full of ghosts and cobwebs everywhere complete with freaky looking spiders. Chinese lanterns with amazingly drawn mythical creatures hung from above and they had pumpkins of every variety placed all over. What really surprised them both is they even had characters from Mulder’s new favourite movie ‘A Nightmare Before Christmas’ with people dressed up as Oogie Boogie and Jack Skeleton, even children adorned costumes as Lock, Shock and Barrel. 

“Mulder, can we go over there first?”

Mulder followed Scully gaze as she pointed towards the shooting stall. He smiled. 

“Only if you think you can beat me, Scully.”

“Is that a challenge Mulder?” she said emphasized his name, he simply nodded in return “You’re on” and off they walked towards the shooting stand. 

The stands colours were bright orange and yellow, exactly what you would normally find at a funfair. But instead of shooting a family of plastic ducks you were shooting a family of pumpkins. 

“You being a hot shot can go first.”

“Thank you,” he was feeling cocky and she could tell she as she watched him line up with the plastic cork gun in hand he shot them hitting ten out of 13 targets.

“Not bad Mulder.”

“Your turn Scully but that is hard to beat.”

“We shall see,” she thought she walked to the stand picking up the loaded cork gun taking the right stance she aimed the gun and fired hitting every pumpkin and not missing one. 

“Wow Miss, that was brilliant” Scully beamed a full toothy grin at the stall, “Which large plush would you like?”

“That one please” she pointed at the rather large grey alien hanging from the ceiling. 

“Here you go, Miss.”

“Thank you,” she took the large plush toy from the elderly man, said her goodbyes and they left to find another attraction.  

They found the candy floss stall and Mulder ordered them both a cone each. 

“I have a sugar crush on you,” he said sweetly.

“Oh brother,” as she rolled her eyes and in search for a small bench to eat and talk away from the crowds. 

“Here you go, Mulder, this is for you,” she said handing him the grey plush toy.

“I.. Don’t know what to say, Scully. You didn’t have to give me this you won it fair and square.”

“I may have, but It's not that I had to give it to you it, I wanted too. Just say thank you, Scully, and give me a kiss. ”

“Thank you, Scully.”

He leaned forward brushing his lips against hers and the fireworks of passion ignited there, he pulled away but not before she pulled him back again, her tongue probing inside his mouth tasting cotton candy and mulled wine.

“Mmm, You taste good Mulder.”

He pulled away his cheeks red and a boyish grin upon his face. 

“How about the House of Horrors next?”

“Is that the one with all the mirrors?” he opened his mouth to reply but she carried on talking not letting him say a word. “Because if it is the answer is definitely no. We have been there and done that, never again.”

“Ok, so that’s out the picture, how about the haunted house?

“Really?” she raised her eyebrow in scepticism. 

“Yeah, come on Scully it will be fun.”

“Fine why not.”

They soon finished their cotton candy and went to the haunted house. Stepping inside to complete darkness, Mulder went first in protection. Scully laughed making a comment that plastic does not kill anyone. They walked the corridors as plastic mannequins decorated with fake blood jumped out of nowhere. Vampires, jumping spiders also popped up, Scully could not help but laugh as every time something made Mulder jump he screamed like a girl and then pretended to be all macho and act as if nothing happened. Finally, they got to the end and it was straight on the ghost train which was full of mostly the same stuff but with added fog, mist and neon lights. Scully took the opportunity to snuggle into Mulder's side while they went around the track. He was warm and smelled like Paco Rabanne and her Paris perfume, it was a gentle mix but one that certainly suits them both. 

Their evening at the funfair came to an end and it was time to go home. They took a small stroll along the beach watching the moon reflect on the calm ocean. They arrived home and noticed the Lone Gunman had kept the fire going in the living room for them so the house wasn't as brisk as the outside. They took off their coats and both wandered upstairs, Scully slipping her pumps off along the way and depositing the rest of her clothes in the bedroom, she slipped into her cotton full-length pyjamas before sliding in between the sheets. She watched as Mulder unclothed and found an old t-shirt to lay in bed with making sure to grab the book before getting comfortable. They would both forgo their nightly routine, they were much too tired.

With Mulder propped up with pillows behind his back and Scully laying on the side of his body with her face and head in his chest. He began to read. 

“On the brink of what was once known as ‘The River Hill’ at the east of Main Street in Williamston, there formerly stood an old hotel building. Owned and operated by the Edward Yellowy family in the early and middle 1800’s, the hotel was frequented by captain and sailors. From barges and ships while they were docked at the Roanoke River wharf just below ‘The River Hill.’

He looked down to find she was still awake her eyes were drooping but she was listening intently. 

“Incidentally, one of Edward Yellowlys' sons, Edward C. Yellowly, practised law in Greenville and was one of the principles in what was said to be among the last duels fought in North Carolina. The duel took place at the Virginia-North Carolina state line along the Dismal Swamp canal in October 1947, and Yellowly’s opponent, C.F. Harries, another Greenville lawyer, was killed in the encounter. 

“Returning to the old hotel, it had a handsome mahogany stairway and a large balcony covering the entire front. The front veranda was elevated so that the carriages could drive under it. It’s said that a misunderstanding developed between a honeymooning couple staying at the hotel and the young bride leapt off the balcony to her death it was the reason that the place developed a reputation for being ‘Haunted’.”

He stopped and listened to her calm breathing and soft snore he carried on reading to make sure she was completely asleep before putting the book down, that and he hated leaving a story not finished. 

“The hotel was finally abandoned, but an ancient piano was left in it. Some of the neighbourhood children in the old days would go into the abandoned structure and play the piano. There were also rumours that musical sounds could be heard in the building when no one was around. Some thought the music was played without human hands, and an examination would show that there was undisturbed dust on the keys of the piano. When this writer was a child, all children were afraid to go into this old hotel or even pass by the place when alone. It was widely known among the children as ‘The Haunted Hotel’.”

Mulder leaned over to his side of the bed and placed the book down softly, Scully was still asleep on his chest and he fell asleep along with her. 

[broke-n-bitchy]

Wicked Dreams

Part Three

Nikki Sixx / OC 

http://broke-n-bitchy.tumblr.com/post/184255512272/wicked-dreams Part One 

http://broke-n-bitchy.tumblr.com/post/184267030842/wicked-dreams Part Two

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Part Three

Warnings: Drinking, drugs, alcohol, cursing, shit gets a lil steamy 

Nikki Sixx / OC

-Lucy’s POV-

It had been three weeks since that day at the studio, we kicked off the tour last weekend. But the beginning was fucking brutal, and amazing at the same time.

My band and I busted our asses every single day, fifteen hours a day, perfecting our performances until we got it right. We sounded good, but it was the pizazz that Doc was worried about. Seeming as Motley Crue always put on a show that people would always remember, their opening band had to not be absolutely boring.

None of us minded, though. We got our chance, we took it and we gave everything we had to get here. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, and I have a lot of things I miss. But this? This was different. 

We’ve also been getting along extremely well with everyone, see, I grew up with my cousin and when we were in high school, he was always in trouble. There were countless moments when I had to cover for him. So, the fact that Motley Crue was insane, meant they all got along very quickly.

I, however, enjoyed my quiet time every now and then. I mean, I loved my band, they’re my brothers. My family. But I’m the only girl on this tour and I liked a little time to myself.

It was always ruined, though.

“LUUUCYYYY!” I heard screaming outside of the tour bus and I looked up from the music lyrics I was going over for a possible new song.

“What the hell?” Standing up, running outside and busting out the door, I saw my lead singer, Alex, running past me butt ass naked. Vince was behind him, also naked.

“Why are you guys’ naked!?”

“We burned them in the trash can in the lobby! The COPS ARE CHASING US! LET US IN!”

We have been stopped off at this hotel room for not even ten fucking minutes. Doc was still getting our rooms signed in and set up.

Without responding, because honestly, I had no words. I stepped back into the bus and left the door in so they could run inside.

Sitting back down, and refusing to even look up for a second, I jogged a few more things down before closing my journal and shoving it into my bag.

“Hey, give me some of that,” I mumbled as Nikki followed behind shortly with a bottle of Jack in his hand, but without giving him a chance to answer, I snagged the bottle and took a few swigs. Feeling the burning sensation flow down my throat, and sighing in relief, he snatched it back.

-Nikki’s POV-

It’s been three weeks getting to know System Insomniac, and honestly, the guy’s were pretty cool. So was Lucy, she was a pretty good musician, not to mention she was hot. But the only thing was that every night, after getting off stage, she’d grab her smokes and her booze and just go back to her hotel room.

It was weird, she never partied. Everyone else did, hell, even Doc joined us a few times. Not to mention she always looked so fucking serious and was always writing shit down, I’ve never seen her relax once.

“Get your own.” Grumbling in frustration, I took my bottle back.

“Alex drank it all.” She retorted without looking up, I wish she would. Her eyes, goddamn. For some reason, I couldn’t get them out of my fucking head and it was annoying.

“Alright, I’m going to go to my room and take a shower. See you guys later.”

We were off for the night and our show wasn’t until tomorrow, so me and the guys were about to head out and party. Which, thank god. I’m out of blow.

“Hey, wait-” Grabbing her by the wrist, she turned to face me, there they were. I lost my train of thought for a second.

“What’s up?” She questioned, and snapping out of it, “Uh, we’re all going out, even your band. Why don’t you come and join us? I promise you, it’ll be a good time.”

I know she can handle her alcohol, she always has a flask tucked in her boot or bra, if not just carrying around the bottle itself. So, why didn’t she ever just come with us?

She hadn’t answered yet but she gently moved her hand over mine and removed it from her wrist, her brows were furrowed together and her nose was slightly scrunched, I noticed it did that when she was thinking.

Lucy always had something on her mind.

“Um, sure. But I’m still going to go get changed and freshen up.” She had finally agreed. And with that, she turned around, walked off the bus and headed into the hotel. Ryder, Sami, and Tommy all stepped onto the bus to grab their bags,

“Hey man, your cousin finally agreed to go out with us,” I told Sami while stepping off of the bus myself, taking a swig out of the bottle before passing it to Tommy while they followed behind.

“I don’t know why she hasn’t been coming out with us before, she was insane in high school. Never home, on benders, hardly ever sober. Hell, she’s still hardly ever sober. She just coops herself up. Even before we got here, she partied harder than we did. I guess she’s taking the tour a little too seriously.” Sami confided in me about his younger cousin. I thought it was kind of weird how they lived together since kids, and how they’re now in a band. But then again, that might be because I don’t really have any family of my own except for my bandmates, my brother’s.

“Hm,” I couldn’t help but smirk. Lucy used to party, I knew she fuckin’ had a wild side. Maybe I can help bring it out of her tonight.

We headed to our rooms, I changed into some leather pants, a halfway buttoned-down shirt, and put some cologne on before stepping out.

The guys’ were waiting for me in the lobby and I picked my head up to see Lucy coming out as well.

She was wearing this backless tight little black dress. Goddamn. Her hair was down in curls, her little feet were actually in a pair of heels. I was teasing her the other day about how my heels were higher than hers, I didn’t think she owned a pair. She always wore sneakers or boots.

But Lucy looked fucking gorgeous, no, not just gorgeous, she was sexy. Curvy in all of the right places.

“Hey,” She smiled once she saw me, “Ready?” She asked me and I nodded at her, “Cool, let’s go.”

“You look hot,” I blurted out, I was gonna tell her she looked beautiful but my mouth had other things to say.

“Why thank you, Sixx, you don’t look so bad yourself.” She winked before walking past me and I quickly followed behind her, watching her hips sway back and forth while my eyes trailed down to what I can only describe as a smackable ass, gazing upward to the flawless, fair skin on her back and that’s when I noticed it. She had a tattoo right below her left shoulder blade. All I saw was the petals of a rose, I wonder what the rest looked like.

-Lucy’s POV- 

It had been about half an hour since we’ve gotten to the party, I didn’t know anyone here except the people I came with. It smelled like alcohol and sweat in here, music blasted throughout the place. I think we were at someone’s house? I’m not sure.

Everyone had disappeared so I don’t know where anyone is, I was standing in the kitchen, making myself another drink. Originally starting off with a few beers, it got boring, so I figured some hard liquor would help me loosen up.

There was a bottle of scotch, I couldn’t pronounce the name on it so it must’ve been expensive. Pouring some into a glass and taking a sip, “Oh my god, that’s so fucking smooth.” Finishing off the glass before just setting it down and taking the bottle, I made my way towards a different room.

“Hey, Lucy! Come do a bump with me!” I heard Tommy yell over the music, him and Nikki were settled next to each other on a couch, Tommy had his arm wrapped around some redheaded chick, and Nikki was leaning back with some brunette leaning into his ear.

Nodding, I made a Beeline over there and nestled myself between Tommy and Nikki, I’ve never snorted anything before unless you counted nasal spray.

I did party, a lot. But my extent was drinking, weed, and the occasional happy pills.

“I’ve never done blow before,” I told Tommy as he handed me the same dish I saw Nikki with on the first day I met them, even lines of blow spread across and there was a little black straw.

“I can show you,” Tommy said but I shook my head, “It’s just shit going up my nose, can’t be that hard.” I shrugged, sometimes I was too independent for my own good.

Leaning forward, I placed the straw barely in my nostril and placed the other end over the beginning of a line, snorting until I reached the end of it.

Handing the plate over to the redhead, she had her hand out for it, I waited a moment before wrinkling my nose and sneezing four times in a row. Everyone started laughing at me.

“Fuck you guys.” I flipped them off before picking up my bottle, tilting my head back as I chugged. My eyes were watering a little from the blow and this scotch was helping me feel better in every way. Plus, I think the drugs were starting to hit.

“Whoo! Thank you, Tommy,” Wrapping my arm around his lanky shoulders, I gave him a little squeeze,

“You’re welcome!” He responded, but then Nikki smacked his arm.

“You should be thanking me because I’m the one fuckin’ who fuckin’ paid for it!” Nikki told me, I turned to look at him, I didn’t deem him for a touchy-feely person unless it was with his girl for the night. But, I wrapped my arms around him anyways, “Thank you, doll.” I told him before leaning back, crossing one leg over the other. I fell quiet, taking a swig out of my bottle before Nikki snatched it from me.

He took a drink, “Shit, that’s good.”

“Fuckin’ right? I love scotch. I love scotch more than I love myself, but I checked the label, 500 dollars. That’s worth more than my car.” I randomly babbled, oh yeah, I got chatty when I was buzzing.

“Well, maybe if you’re nice to me I’ll get you another bottle later on,” Nikki said while making eye contact with me, I tilted my head to the side. I was always nice, a little sarcastic but never rude.

“I am nice,” I responded, a little confused. 

“That’s not what I meant,” His free arm snaked around my waist and tugged me closer, the brunette on his right was giving me a deathly glare. I leaned in, tilting his chin upward until my face was barely centimeters away from his. I wouldn’t deny it, Nikki was fucking hot. His hair was messy and his makeup from yesterday’s show was faded across his cheeks, his lips were taunting me, and his cologne was fucking intoxicating. My eyes trailed from his down towards his bare chest as I licked my lips before meeting his eyes with my own again, “Never going to happen, Sixx.” And with that, I shoved him back, giggling to myself.

“We’ll see about that, Lovelace.” His voice was right in my ear, whispering to me while his fingers trailed ever-so-tenderly down my back. Fuck.

“I need some fresh air,” I said quietly before getting up, making my way outside so my entire body wouldn’t feel like it was going to burst into flames.

Nikki had a different girl with him every night, I wasn’t about to be another one on the list. It was never going to happen.

Or was it?

@slowandangry @rxsesinjune @fandomshit6000 @knightwhosaysnii @prettysureimgayxo @carmineharry @triplehaitches

[geraldbrunskill]

Big Dumb Bike

Up until September 2nd, 2019, my friend Shivaune had a bike. It was big and it was dumb. I’m sorry Shivaune, I know you fancied your bike but I hated it. Every time I came near that big dumb bike, it would fall over and injure me. Because it was too big. It was also very dumb. I’m glad it fell off the RV and got run over by an eighteen-wheeler. 

From the cheap seats that were 2018, the promise of 2019 had all the telltale signs of a Cats remake. More of the same shit, reheated, with a side of fuck me. It’s not that I felt undeserved of reward, per annum or otherwise. Hammer in hand, I’d been busy forging my chisel into the granite that was this teenage decade until my arms gave out. Reinvention is hard, and all of the sweat equity had me feeling salty. As the clock struck midnight, I fully expected 2019 to knock over my beer whilst bogarting the last bong rip. I felt stuck in the bedroom of an adolescent century that only wanted to jerk off and play fortnite.

2019 when uttered aloud sounded very similar to, “Old donkey balls.” It felt gray-market, like that baby-grand piano I bought from Costco on the cheap. It was never gonna stay in tune, the damn thing was made outta bamboo chips and old Suzuki motorcycle parts. What genius at Suzuki thought to himself, “Well, our jeeps were awful, our motorbikes remarkably average, so let’s give the piano biz a go.”

Didn’t Suzuki reinvent math? I’m no genius but I’d have kept my money in math. It is made of numbers after all.

If we’re honest with each other, it would’ve been irresponsible to assume anything more optimistic for 2019 and we both know it. Halloween was on a Thursday. That meant costume parties the weekend before and after. Surely we’d get lured into spooky revelry on the actual holiday as well. Halloween spending would officially succeed the cost of a one-bedroom condo in Vancouver. You can’t blame the Chinese for everything.

So it was on the last Monday of 2018, riddled with anxiety about the imminent deluge of unyielding adversity that was undoubtedly speeding toward me, I was half in the bag by 8. In the morning. I remember little about the day, and even less from my toast, sans the grotesque level of insincerity. As friends jetted to Tahoe, Tulum, and Florianópolis, I stayed put in LA county. Paris sure as shit wasn’t gonna fix this mess.

WTF 2019?

I’m not saying that my ship came in, but I rented a canoe last June and it didn’t even capsize. Somehow, I stepped in some figurative shit while avoiding the more unpleasant, literal kind. 2019 had to have been aware of my contempt for it. And I got rewarded?

Every time I get a taste of the good stuff I immediately want more. I think that’s called being a junkie. But if I’ve learned anything it’s that life loves a good kick in the nuts just when I’m not looking. Certainly hope and optimism are the butter and flour in every disaster cake. 2020 might not sound like old donkey balls, but it's obviously a harbinger.

Proceed with caution with our new 2020 vision lest we forget that some pretty serious shit will go down this year that has the potential to leave a mark. We’re collectively approaching a fork between the high and the low road. Civil discourse drive, or Civil War boulevard. Mind the speed bumps because they’re on both. (Thanks Obama.)

Covetous gluttony shows no sign of easing and American Jesus seems to be okay with that. It’s that damn winner’s paradox- sharing the winnings inevitably leaves less winnings for the winner. All of the best Republicans know this. Then again Jeff Bezos hates Trump and he still doesn’t have to pay taxes. I don’t get it but who the heck am I to question the geographically divine. (Jesus not Bezos.)

Whatsay we at least stop taking the piss out of each other from behind the shadow of our computers. Keyboard warriors rest ye fingers. We humans actually need each other. I think we have a lot more in common than our Facebook discourse would suggest. It’s like we have a biological need to have someone to hate. What if we quenched our bloodlust by hating on things and stuff rather than other people? We could have a lot of fun with this. Like how I hate Shivaune’s big dumb bike. I love Shivaune. I hate her big dumb bike. That satisfies something in me I can’t quite explain. I can think of a million things to hate...

Seven-day bank holds. These must die a terrible death. Elon Musk’s rockets can come back from space and land in the same place they were launched but it still takes 7 days for a check to clear? I call shenanigans. You know what else I hate? February. Whose bright idea was that? “Hey guys I’ve got a great idea. February!” No, February was a terrible idea. How about the asinine phrase now uttered by every performer since 2004 - “Make some noise!” Cue the blood boiling. Even if I came with the intention of making some noise, I will not be told when to do so. I’ll do it when I’m damn good and ready. Not a minute sooner. And if you keep saying it, I might not make any noise at all. Oy there’s so much stupid shit currently in the lexicon. "Spirit Animal,” “To Die For,” or the biggest offender of all - “On Fleek.” That one is so smackable I might paint it on a heavy bag as a motivator to actually work out this year. Resort fees. The most terrible idea ever conceived. I could write a book, and maybe I will because this just felt good. Was it good for you? I think this could really work. Kumbaymuthafuckinya 2020. Every time I feel like hating on someone I’m gonna hate on some thing instead. And I’ll share it with all of you. It’s worth a shot at least.

Gather ‘round all you socialists. You racist uncles. Calling all libtards and proud boys, Hasidics and goys. The whites and the browns make the world go around. Good guys with guns, illegals and sons. I’ll see your Bernie bros and raise you one basket of deplorables.

I’m going all in for 2020. Let’s hug it out.

Don’t stand next to Biden though he can be a little handsy.

[emmelfish]

‘After woohoo, I like to celebrate with a long hike to ponder the fact that my wife being pregnant means it’ll be a while before we can have more babies.’

Pfft, keep dreaming John. Like that want about playing for tips, nice try – you have zero creativity points. Stick to wanting to praise Tabby, becoming besties with Lucy, and befriending Darren. Also if it’s so hot maybe you should take off your outerwear when you get inside?

FACK

John: What’s the best thing about gardening? Getting down and dirty with your hoes!

Jen: These interactions ALWAYS result in one of us walking away with minus points, why would you think this one would be any different? Anyway, come look at this, you’ll like this.

Jen: LOOK! He’s watching sports on TV like he’s people!

John: Oh that’s adorable! Hey speaking of sports, how is woohoo like a game of bridge?

Jen: *screams internally*

Finally, Jen gets to hang out with some intelligent lifeforms.

Jen: Alright. ‘Examine the lives of the best and the most fruitful sim and sims and ask yourself whether a tree which is supposed to grow to a proud height could do without bad weather and storms: whether misfortune and external resistance, whether any kinds of hatred, jealousy, stubbornness, mistrust, hardness, greed and violence do not belong to the favorable conditions without which any great growth even of virtue is scarcely possible?’

Tabby: Screw this.

Jen: ‘The poison from which the weaker nature perishes strengthens the strong sim – and he does not call it poison.’

John: My wife! I am so proud of you for reading to our child and furchildren and yet-to-be-born children AND getting a golden ticket to My Muse from the spiky-haired man because of your musical talent.

(Hey it’s Justin Kim again! Wonder if he’s come searching for his Hot Tub Time Machine mom.) 

Justin: I’m a child and even I know that if you jump on her like that it’s not good for your yet-to-be-born children.

Pop

Jen: The hell is this?

John: You said you wanted new clothes. 

Jen: But blue is so not my color.

John: But darling, now you match my shorts! 🎵Off to tend to my peppers I shall go...

Glitches

John: 🎵 With a broken arm, yes oh-ee-oh

Another day, another dollar simoleon...

Jen: TUCKER II! You lucrative little furball, thank you so much for pulling your weight while Mommy is carrying so much of it and thus can’t work herself, all thanks to that great big tit I’m married to.

John: What’s that?

Jen: I said is that the Greater Blue-Tit you’ve spotted there dear?

John: I think it is!

Jen: YAY I am so proud of you!

John: Me too!

John: Unff

I’m sorry, I can’t suspend my disbelief with this game any longer because Lucy IS the classmate that saw the rated R movie, and would be the one describing boobies and butts and bloody violence to the innocent child this chance card was actually meant for. So I picked Ignore, because a) no, and b) chance cards are bullshit, they have a 99.999999999999% chance of undoing all your good work in any scenario.

Oh looky who it is! Everyone’s favorite Desiderata resident. And, three nanoseconds of a chat with Jen results in Jen’s crumpled face of confusion and Natasha’s hatred thought bubble. Shame, really.

I’ve noticed the community tends to call her Nat, but all the Natashas I’ve known in my life (all two of them) go for Tash or Tasha. I’m torn. I’ll tell you what I’m NOT torn on. Her exquisite grilled cheese dress by the exquisite @strangetomato, amirite? 🧀

GO TABS!

Good: Tabby promoted Good: Smart investing Bad: Justin falling out with Lucy, probably because he was the kid the chance card was meant for and she was traumatizing him with talk of blood and boobies. I’m not gonna lose sleep over it, he’s all the way out in Viper Canyon so it wasn’t like they were gonna be besties in childhood. Maybe at college or something.

This family, I swear. They’re like the sim embodiment of Bender’s ‘impression of life at big Bri’s house’ in The Breakfast Club.

That’s if, uh, Bri’s parents constantly make sexually-charged advances toward one another. 

Meanwhile, dat text doe! Brandi Broke Hair Hour is upon us.

Jen: Sweetie I’ve found myself wearing something I wouldn’t choose even if it were the last garment on the planet and I’m scared.

Lucy: It’s okay Mom, if I’ve lost all respect for you it’s primarily because I’m on the precipice of puberty and that’s what’s supposed to happen.

John: The heck is this? I’m the Family sim here. You can’t have it both ways.

John: THAT’S more like it. Hai little bestie!

Lucy: Hai Dad! Why are all these people in our house?

John: Oh, well Brandi Broke was on a walkby so I wanted to paint a picture of what your hair will look like tomorrow so that you’re prepared. And I got one of those annoying messages about whether I’d been abducted by aliens from Darren even though I spoke to him yesterday, so I felt guilty.

Meanwhile, Jennifer stares longingly at her guitar and gets all introspective about this five-minute lack of romance in her life, exacerbated by Brandi heartfarting at Darren. That Family/Knowledge attraction, it never fails. And yet, somehow I can’t see Dustin and Dirk as stepbrothers, but we need to find Brandi someone soon as she needs to up her brood to six for that stupid LTW about marrying off multiple kids. WHAT IF UNBORN BABYBROKE ISN’T THE MARRYING KIND, Brandi, ever think of that?!

(Makes mental note to create drahmz by making Unborn Babybroke a Romance sim who constantly disappoints its mother)

Jen: Oh that DOES it. You lot might be able to sit around waiting for these babies to fall out of me but I have to DO something.

Brandi you utter utter terrible stupid moron you are PENNILESS WHY are you tipping Jen all those simoleons 😱

Lucy meanwhile stares at her father and tries to picture Brandi’s hair on his face in a vain attempt to glimpse into her near future.

And yet... are these two meant to be though? The synchronized terrible dancing and constant thoughts of one another may be a sign. That said, Dina Caliente does that with Darren too and, much as I love Darren and Dina as individuals, the thought of that is so godawfully wrong that I always have to direct sims to speak with each of them separately in an attempt to stop them autonomously eating one another’s faces whenever they always show up in the same GD welcome wagon. #StopDinarren #SaveTheDreamers #ACRYouMonster

Lucy manages to alienate yet another boy from districts afar (like does her schoolbus refuel in Viper Canyon or something?) by saying things about art or theater that offend Gallagher Newson so deeply, he launches a tirade of vitriolic mansplaining at her while she checks her nails, unfazed. Atta girl. 

Brandi: I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school... I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy...

Best not look outside then Bran.

Tabby: Huh? Yeah? You want some o’ this? Come at me bro!

Tabby: Oh you think I can’t take you? Think again assclown, I’m a stunt double now, I eat fear FOR BREAKFAST.

And so the thrill ride begins. Lucy’s face is that unique mixture of anxiety and resignation that plainly says, ‘Well, my reign is at an end. It’s been real, friends.’

I love Tucker II, but the fact that he chooses THIS moment to act out for the first time in his life and start destroying the furniture is far from cool. Clearly he too is worried about upcoming changes in the pack hierarchy.

Stone cold Tabs meanwhile favors staying outside in the rain and having no part in any of this.

Tabby: 🎵 Hello darkness my old friend...

Urgh

IS NOOBOO TIME!

Spoiler alert: this nooboo actually ends up with blue eyes because I quit without saving to roll the pacifier a couple times, which is sad because neither nooboo has black hair now. But we’ll survive. Somehow. I just liked this snap.

When both your dog and your seconds-old nooboo are thinking about Brandi, it’s probably time for her to leave the house. But she won’t, because she’s a Family sim who subscribes to the stereotype of only caring about other people’s children. And pets.

3 days off? Pahaha. I don’t even have any hacks installed to share parental leave (I really should), and Jen was somehow still back at work the next day.

Poor Babygirl Burb (not her permanent name) isn’t getting a great start in life considering everybody’s just yelling about Babyboy Burb and not even acknowledging her. Well, except Jen, who hasn’t yet put her down. See that, Family sims?! That’s how to do it.

Case in point.

Brandi: Congrats!

John: Oh yeah, the nooboos? Great aren’t they. I’m sure I dropped The Boy around here somewhere.

The Boy: And my suffering beginneth...

John: The Boy! Ah, The Boy. There you are. The Boy.

(If you can’t already tell, John will be saying ‘The Boy’ in the same relieved and happy voice as the dad from 8 Simple Rules for the rest of his natural life, primarily because both of his daughters are genetically engineered to make his hair grey.)

Hey Brandi, ever feel like you’re intruding on an intimate family moment?

Brandi: Nup!

Lucy: I just can’t picture it ON me...

Brandi: Kid, what is it with you and my hair?

John: I’VE LOST THE BOY AGAIN

Lucy: Haha, my parents can be so incompetent sometimes.

Lucy: Actually... where are my parents?

Well Lucy, get ready to upscale that judgment of incompetence because...

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. John’s face. John’s face right there. Is the most smackable face I’ve ever seen.

Not only did Jennifer Burb give birth TO TWINS less than five minutes ago...

... but they unceremoniously dumped both twins in the Bouncinators, and they’re now screaming.

To which, their creators remain oblivious. There are some pretty terrible parents out there in the Sims universe BUT THESE TWO ARE HOT ON THEIR HEELS right now.

Hey, while these poor minutes-old creatures are stuck screaming in their Bouncinators while John presumably tries to create more problems for the family with his testicles, why don’t we meet them?

This is not at all named solely to give Alexander Goth a younger wife one day Cecilia! You can’t see them here because they’re squeezed shut in agony and anguish, but her eyes are deep blue, presumably from her grandfather Jeff Pleasant. Perhaps upon looking at her, her uncle Daniel will be overcome with the guilt referenced in his bio and try to send her to Mars.

And here’s Patrick! With his skintone plus the brown eyes and brown hair, he’s probably destined to be a John / Lucy clone, but we shall see. Let’s get one thing straight though (or should I say curly), when these anklebiters transition they are both leaping right into Jennifer Burb tousled waves territory.

Lucy: WHAT DO I DO

Don’t worry Lucy, we’ll pause this one here as it’s already been far too long a round and no doubt everyone involved is tired as hell.

Until next time!

[azntoastyz]

My work has a fruit fly infestation, and I SWEAR THEY‘RE SMART.

It started off in the warehouse men’s bathroom because some of them are slobs (i’m sure one of them is). It trickled to the garbage cans in samples because we have some sweet smellin stuff yanno? Next, stop is the lab because it’s cooler in here.

1.  I was drinking a Kale smoothie. I was almost done with it, but all the liquids were at the bottom. Two fruit flies swarm around me. I try so hard to kill them both. I get so frustrated that I use my smoothie cup to attempt to kill one. In that attempt, my smoothie splatters everywhere as it hits the desk. All in all, they died full because I killed them while they were eating my smoothie splatters.

2. I hate killing bugs with my bare hands. If it’s a fruit fly, I don’t give a shit anymore because there are too many and not enough time for me to try and grab something smackable to smack them with. I knock it down. It’s on my keyboard. It comes back to life and I whisper ‘bitch’ and my coworker hears and we just lol. It flies towards me slowly for revenge. I try smacking it. My coworker tries smacking it. It becomes a battle of whom kills it first. I slam my hand on the desk, but coincidentally, it is not my desk but rather my laptop and ya gurl slams down hard as fuck. A video starts to play (even though my laptop is closed). I’m so glad I didn’t wreck my laptop.

See what I’m saying? They’re smart. Wasting my smoothie and almost breaking my laptop. The list shall continue, but I am hoping it won’t.

[italicwatches]

GAMERS! Episode 09

Good god that was a lot of recycling I had to take in. But now, we can work. It’s GAMERS!, episode 09! Here we GO!

-We begin in the stark light of day, at a certain apartment. In the Past. Chiaki is narrating. The first time she ever made a game, she was in the fourth grade. Some slapdash little RPGMaker thing, by the looks of it. It was there she learned the cycle; the creator creates something out of love and passion, and the player takes that passion and rides it out. When it all works, it’s…amazing.

-Almost before she knew it, it was her main hobby, almost on top of even playing games. But even then, she would admit, it wasn’t always fun. Creation takes a piece out of you and puts it out for the world to see, and if the world rejects it…It hurts more than anything you could possibly imagine.

-And yet…She couldn’t stop. Because there was one person, one fan, who was always there. One soul who she knew she’d be letting down if she turned away. That, that dear and precious Yama-san, made it all worthwhile…

-Cut to the Now, as Chiaki knows everything and is just groaning on her floor. And Konoha calls her out on looking like some kind of weird slug.

-When Chiaki realizes she’s on the floor, and she can’t, quite, remember what was happening…Wasn’t she just playing board games with everyone? Then it all went, hazy…The last thing she remembered was…

-Was…

-Oh dear.

-Konoha. You know how in shoujo manga, the heroine sees the delinquent saving a dog out of the rain or something, realizes he’s a good guy, and falls in love with him? And how dumb that is? …Yes, where is this coming from…?

-Isn’t that a cheap storytelling trick? A cheat built up through shock value even though it’s a huge cliche? And definitely, absolutely, positively couldn’t happen to a real person SO WHY IS IT HAPPENING TO HER RIGHT NOW KONOHA TELL HER SHE’S NOT WRONG TO KEEP HATING HIM! TELL HER SHE CAN KEEP HATING KEITA! Um, er, you’re…A…A little scary…Who’s this about?

-Yama-san. Well Yama-san is just messing with y—

-WHAM

-SMACK TO THE FACE

-NOBODY TALKS BAD ABOUT HER YAMA-SAN. Wait. Shit. Konoha quietly realizes her sister is not just tsundere, but also yandere. And Chiaki realizes what she just did and puts it back together to her image of Keita and FUCK. She just kinda collapses into the fetal position, making angry grunting sounds. Guys I think we broke Chiaki.

-Opening! Oooh, I’ve been waiting for this one. It’s the rhythm genre, with Japan’s favorite game that never quite made it out to the West, Pop’n Music! One of Konami’s classic franchises, Pop’n Music is a rhythm action game where you’re trying to hit the notes in time with the beat…But unlike most rhythm games, the big schtick about Pop’n is it’s not built on an instrument, a dance platform, or any sort of imitation of musical action at all. Instead, it’s this abstract interwoven pattern of huge smackable buttons, and you smack these bright colorful buttons in time with the beat. You might recall that in Watamote, Tomoko is really fucking good at it. It’s a much beloved franchise…That, hasn’t had a home release since 2011 on the PSP. Where you can’t even use the controller and have to play with buttons unless you emulate it. As they say all around the world, FucKonami.

-DAY 09: Hoshinomori Chiaki and Account Hack

-Cut to Chiaki hiding in her room, trying to figure out what to say to Yama-san. Who, she now knows is Keita. Does she keep up the illusion? Does she speak as Nobe-san? He, he doesn’t know what she knows. Does she confront him about it? Does she, just, hide and not do anything? Ugh, she doesn…doesooH GOD CHAIR

-Aaand Chiaki is on the ground. DAMMIT! This SUCKS! Okay, deep breath. She goes to talk to her sister…Who has a panic of her own, frantically making noise in her room, and…

-So, uh…

-How do I put this gently…

-Konoha came to answer her door sweaty, panting, and having shoved on a hoodie with no sign of anything underneath that hoodie. Draw your own conclusions, as even Chiaki realizes her sister must have been doing something and Konoha insists she was just doing some light exercise. Oh, is that what the kids call it now. Yeah, light exercise. Nothing suspicious! Just some wholesome, innocent exercise, complete with innocent whistling and innocent cries of “Oh god”! So what did you need?

-Chiaki is going down to the store, do you need any—

-You’re going to go buy the latest Famitsu, aren’t you.

-…Okay yes. And she goes to head out, when Konoha stops to ask if she can borrow Chiaki’s PC! Um, okay, but why…? Well, you see, that is to say, er…This video isn’t working right on her computer! Oh, sure thing. Whatcha watching?

-DEFINITELY NOT PORN

-NOW GO HAVE FUN AT THE STORE

-SAFE TRAVELS

-It is a burning grim heat outside, as Chiaki makes her way through the furious summer heat down to the convenience store…And there it is! The latest Famitsu! Perfect, now she can just get—

-Knock knock.

-Knock knock? She’s in a convenience store, who the hell knocks on…

-…Keita is on the other side of the window. Looking at her.

-PANIC

-They end up out around the corner in the shade, as she keeps trying to be all tsuntsun, but it’s not fucking working because she knows his other sides now. Which is how he ends up with a cold treat, and insists he ran into her on his way to get his transit pass which he left at her place. Not stalking. Not being weird. Just, needs, his pass so he can get on a damn train again. Hell, he even tried to text and call! You what?

-…Oh god her phone’s dead why is her phone dead? Don’t you remember to charge it? Hell, don’t you play mobile games or something? Um, er, well, you see…! S-S-S-She just gets asked out by so many boys that she forgot to charge it!

-…Don’t be ridiculous, Chiaki. FUCK YOU WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HER?

-He knows your body.

-And Chiaki just drops her freezy treat, as her brain locks up. Wh-Wh-What wa—

-You’re as pale as he is. You’re not out doing stuff and getting asked out by boys over the summer, you’re hiding indoors and playing games, same as him.

-And thus begins the awkward walk back to her place, as she says she did find a wallet…But what’s he even need it for if he’s at home playing games all day? Well…Things might be different this summer. And she flashes back to him, with Karen, and oh, right, she had her chance and she fuckin’ lost it. She tries to get tsuntsun again, acting like he’s so self-conscious it makes him come off as creepy…

-Well, he admits he’s not the most cool or stylish guy. But he wants to push himself out of his comfort zone, and be a little braver…A little more worthy of standing next to Karen. Hell, trying to be more than he was, was how he ended up talking to Chiaki in the first place! And seeing how much of a gamer she was back on that first day, that really took out all of his nervousness…It just got easy to talk to her after all that…Oh, oh poor Chiaki. She locks right up, as Keita says how they’re just too different in the end to truly be friends…

-And she tries to act like he was an annoyance from the start, only useful for how it got her to meet Tasuku…But it’s not really working at this point, especially not for her.

-And then it’s back to her place where she says he should at least stay and have some tea, since she still has to find the fuck it’s right there HIDE IT um as she was saying, she should at least put some tea on to be polite, while she tries to find where your wallet went, it’s definitely not behind her back, just have a seat and she’ll get to looking…

-Oh god he’s seeing her undergarments hanging out to dry on the balcony QUIT LOOKING. H-He’ll just go, you can text him when you find the wallet—NO STAY! LOOK IF YOU MUST! That doesn’t even make sense! So Chiaki’s broken inside.

-Um, er, she’s gonna go charge her phone! Be right back! But he should really YOU STAY ON THAT FUCKING COUCH RIGHT NOW MOTHERFUCKER. And then she sprints into her room, finally getting her phone plugged in…And looks through all of the messages from Tsucchie on her phone…And can’t help but smile. Dammit, what is she feeling for this jackass who was so important to her life without her even knowing…

-Which is when he comes and knocks on her door?! Hey it’s starting to look like rain out there you should get your laundry in. Right, right, she’ll be right…

-And her phone bumps her computer. Where her Nobe-san game site is up. OH GOD DON’T LOOK and her phone flies out of her hands. Landing at his feet. With her MMO account up DON’T LOOK AT THAT EITHER she tries to stop him, but hits her foot on a copy of Famitsu and that goes flying and she hits the ground HARD.

-And in the chaos, Keita ends up with her phone in his hands, and OH GOD DON’T LOOK AT EITHER OF THEM QUIT LOOKING AT HER THINGS! She grabs his foot, trying to drag him down with her, as Keita spots Nobe-san’s site…Oh, you’re a fan of hi—

-Wait, you said phone. Wait that account says Mono-san. What is…

-Oh god, she’s screwed. Okay. Deep breath. To her feet. Keita! …Yes…? She never intended to tell you this, but…But…It’s exactly what it looks like!

-Nobe-san the freeware developer…And Mono-san your guild-bro…They’re both…

-Konoha awakens, having done something so enjoyable that she dozed right off on Chiaki’s bed after she finished. What a wonderful nap! What happened? …Why is this guy here?!

-…An out. She has an out! Nobe-san and Mono-san are BOTH HER SISTER! Wait what. Chiaki, no. Chiaki you’re just making this worse! Are you even listening to me?! (She’s not, she’s a fictional character)

-So this is the first Konoha is hearing about this.

-Commercial break!

-And we’re back! Keita got out of there and is now with Tasuku having lunch and telling him everything…And this, makes, no, sense! Because he knows the actual truth and now KEITA BELIEVED HER?! Lord, what happened to Tasuku’s normal life? So…what happened after that? Well, Chiaki locked him down in the living room and refused to let him leave its confines until she was done dealing with the laundry and handling everything…And it took a good ten minutes before Chiaki brought Konoha back out to properly ‘introduce’ her as Nobe-san and Mono-san…

-Explaining how, having recently learned of their connection, she wanted to find a way to tell Keita and thus came off as weird. Uh huh. Sure. That’s what happened. Even in the moment, Keita was left feeling like she was talking to one of those chatbots that aaaaalmost manages a perfect imitation of a Cute Girl, but is just a little ‘off’…And He definitely saw both Nobe-san’s page and Mono-san’s account…But he can’t quite connect them to Konoha, from what he’s seen to her.

-Of course you can’t. Tasuku knows that that’s because Keita’s sense of a person is actually working. But he can’t rip the wool off those eyes now that Chiaki put it there…This is the path she chose to try and get herself out of her situation, and every other time he’s interfered it’s just fucked his life even worse…

-But now, now he can’t even be happy for Keita and Karen…Wait, what was that? Oh god he said the quiet part loud and the loud part quiet he’s, uh, gotta get to work, yeah! Here have the rest of his fries GOTTA GO

-And cut to Tasuku on his delivery scooter, trying to just pull himself as far away as possible from the situation, as he tries to figure out what the hell to do…

-And Keita, Keita is left assuming that Tasuku must really like Karen. Which means he’s left in a moral quandary. What to do. This girl who’s a thousand miles above him but somehow smiles when she looks at him, and the only friend he has…Is he going to lose one of them no matter what he does?

-Or…Could there be some other girl in his life, someone who Tasuku was trying to back?

-Don’t be absurd, that’s ridiculous! That would never happen! No, he’s just got to work with the actual truth as he knows it! (Oh my god you fucking aaaaaargh)

-Hard cut to Keita at the game shop, grabbing a copy of MOON STORY from the dating sim section. Don’t think him disloyal, Karen…! Oh hey, we get to see the real name of the PZ Vivio. It’s the PZ Tiva. …Mine’s better. I’m gonna keep calling it the Vivio. And then it’s up to the counter, to buy his copy of the Vivio version of MOON STORY—

-And an 18+ PC version slams down on the counter next to him. Held by Konoha.

-The ONE day she didn’t disguise herself! THE ONE FUCKING DAY! As they end up around the corner and WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING WHY DO YOU KEEP BEING IN HER LIFE?! And Keita tries to parse this, with his understanding of Nobe-san and Mono-san…And this is just not the same girl as them.

-And she tries to catch herself and don’t pay attention! S-She’ll be fine later when you talk to Nobe-san and Mono-san! So, yeah! That makes sense quit questioning iT SHUT UP YOU STUPID HALF-ASSED DATING SIM FAN WHO WON’T EVEN BUY THE NAUGHTY BITS VERSION!

-…So…This is multiple personality disorder, then?

-…SURE! Yes, sure that is what is going on! Makes total sense, they’ll use that! Just think of them as two different people! Yes, she can use that! …Uh…Huh.

-Anyways that’s how they end up both walking together, and finally getting to interact, as she realizes he’s got a year on her, so she should probably respect her as a senpai…But even Keita admits, that ship fucking sailed. It’d just be weird at this point. Even better! She can just keep being like this! Now, keep the adult games a secret. From everyone. Or you die. …Yes ma’am.

-So what do you think of her sister? Huh, Chiaki? Well…He…Doesn’t really. OH MY FUCKING GOD WHY DID SHE HAVE TO BE ROPED INTO THEIR STUPID DRAMA. Ahem. That is to say…What do you think of Mono-san and Nobe-san, then? …You mean you. Just answer the question! He’s really happy…He loves her work as Nobe-san, and as Mono-san she helped him through some really hard times!

-…Fuck fuck FUCK. She’s not sure whether to be happy at the praise, jealous of Chiaki, guilty with the lie, or frustrated with being stuck into this because of her fucking idiot sister! This SUCKS! Let her hit you! Right now! That doesn’t eve—

-KONOHA PUUUUNCH

-And Keita goes flying.

-Cut to Chiaki. Who is goofing off on her phone when OH GOD A KEITA. Why are you here?! How does he even answer that.

-So Konoha explains she was already planning to meet up with her sister her. Oh, that explains why you were at that shop buying an erotic game so close to you—

-SPEAK NOTHING OF IT IF YOU WANT TO LIVE. Yes ma’am why you…ran into him…While he was at that shop! Alone! Buying an erotic game!

-Chiaki is disgusted by it, and also since when are you two that close? …W-Well, since Konoha’s revealed now, lots of times! They’ve talked about her work, and been guild partners for so long, you know, of course you know…And Konoha tries to figure out how to get out of this. Whyyyyy don’t you tell Chiaki all about your admiration for her work as Nobe-san!

-And now Chiaki is deeply judgmental of this porn-buying freak(Hey, HEY. We all buy porn except those of us who have free sources, back off) palling around with her innocent, naive, gentle little imouto. I’m not entirely sure it’s physically possible for a younger sister to not be a secret pervert in anime at this point. And that’s when Chiaki gets a phonecall, which pulls her away, and Keita sees his chance to leave…And now Konoha feels some complicated emotions for Keita who did indeed cover for her like that, and isn’t what SHE thought he was either…

-When Chiaki gets a little panicky, and mentions Tasuku’s name, and suddenly her line goes dead. Tasuku just, just blurted something out super serious and hung up…He said…”I’ve decided I’m choosing you”! Wait…Is…Did he just…Did he just confess to you?!

-And miles away, Tasuku sneezes.

-Credits! New credits, with new scenery of the whole gang.

TASUKU YOU FUCKING STUPID oh my GOD what have you done?! What, have, you, done?! This was almost working! It was almost stable! AAAARGH

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Hmmm what if he has the wedding but can't invite you as his plus one but takes you to hawaii anyways and then something else happens 🤗

“Whaddya mean I can’t bring her to the wedding?” Harry was beyond frustrated. He hadn’t planned on bringing you because you had planned on visiting your family, but there had since been cancelled. And Harry wasn’t about to leave you by yourself while he’s out having fun at wedding in Hawaii. 

You walked in just as Harry threw his phone on the bed. It hit the headboard which you were afraid might have broken it, but it didn’t seem to phase Harry at all. “H, what’s wrong?”

“They won’t let me take yeh to the wedding. Said it’s too late.”

“Well H, it is kinda late. It’s okay, I don’t mind staying here while you’re gone.” It really didn’t bother you, it’s not like you knew the couple or anything. You sat down on the bed, checking his phone since he didn’t seem to be worried about it. 

“Ugh, I just want yeh with me.” He was pacing around the room, running his hands through his hair. When he stopped pacing and looked at you. “I have an idea. Why don’t yeh come with me to Hawaii? Yeh can’t go to the wedding, but we could still have our own fun.” 

Hmm, well you’d always wanted to go, but would it be weird since he’s going to a wedding? Well maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. It’d give you some time to relax and let all your stress go. “Darling? Would you want to do that?”

“Huh, oh yeah that’d be great!” Instead of saying anything he ran over to give you a hug. Harry helped you back since he had all of his stuff together. Packing was always such a pain in the ass. You always felt the need to pack more than needed because god forbid you be without something. 

—–

Landing in Hawaii, you could believe how spectacular everything was.  Pictures did not do it justice. Harry didn’t seem to impressed, then again he’d traveled the world, it probably gets tiring after a while. 

You didn’t think it could be anymore beautiful until you arrived at the hotel. Harry had of course had booked the suite which had a few overlooking the beach. “It’s beautiful, H.”

“Not as beautiful as yeh.”

“So cheesy H,” but it still made you smile. He may by cheesy, but at least he loves you and doesn’t have a problem showing it. Walking out onto the balcony, you leaned up against the railing, letting the breeze kiss you. 

The next day Harry was getting ready for the wedding. You were a little upset that you weren’t able to go, but of course you understand the late notice. Last night you’d decided that you would spend the day relaxing on the beach. 

Since you didn’t have anywhere to be, you fell back asleep after he left. By the time you woke up, it was mid afternoon, the sun was shining through the huge window, and you were ready to lay out on the beach. 

The beach wasn’t too crowded thankfully. It was so relaxing that you actually fell asleep. Much to your dismay because waking up being burnt to a crisp was not fun. Stopping at the shop in the hotel to grab some aloe to hopefully take some of the pain away. 

Harry wasn’t back already, much to your dismay. Trying to put aloe on your back by yourself was more difficult that you could imagine. Harry came home just in time to help with the middle of your back. You asked him how the wedding went, hoping he’d had a better time than you did. And by intoxication he did. 

He stated it went well and was happy to be a part of it. Of course he missed you more though. You told him you day went well except for the sunburn. He flopped down on the bed after stripping down to his boxers. “Well I missed yeh. Wish yeh could have come with me.” 

“I wish I coulda too,” you say gently sitting down on the bed. “Do ya think we could stay in tomorrow. I don’t want to get anymore burnt.”

“Of course love, anythin’ yeh want.” He went to wrap his arms around, then realized it would probably do more harm than good. Instead he played with your hair, running his fingers through it. “Yeh so beautiful babe. Even when yeh look like a giant tomato.” You swatted him, but couldn’t help but smile. 

—–

The next day Harry and you spent the entire day in the suite. He let you pick all the romantic movies, after giving you shit for it, although you knew he really loved them. Harry had ordered so much food that you thought he’d probably picked one of everything. 

After the third movie had ended, you hopped in shower, turning the water to as cool as you could stand it. Harry joined you soon after, taking the soap and lightly on your skin, trying to keep from hurting you. He turned you to face him, only to grab your head and pull you in for a kiss. Harry let go of the soap so he could grab you with both hands. 

His fingers trailed down your back until he gave your ass a little smack. “Harry!” 

“M’sorry love, your ass is jus’ so smackable.” His lips trailed to your neck. You tried your hardest to fight it since you knew it would hurt like hell with your sunburn. In one swift motion he turned you so you weren’t facing him and had you bent over. You could feel him line up with your center. 

He thrusted his entire length at once, but not moving, giving you time to adjust. When he thought he’d given you enough time, he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting in again. You loved being fucked slowly, it was so intimate. There was just something glorious about being able to feel every inch of him. 

Even though his pace was slow, your high was building until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your clenching caused Harry to come soon after. After both of you caught your breath, he pulled out, giving both of you a quick wash before shutting of the water and helping you out of the tub. 

Reaching for a towel he dried himself off first then proceeded to help you. When he was almost done, he stared at you, not being able to stop. You had no idea why because you were pretty sure you looked a hot mess. “Marry me?”

That brought you out of your thoughts. Wait did he just ask to marry him? You were dumb founded. Of course you wanted to marry him, but you hadn’t expected him to ask so soon or why both of you were standing naked in the bathroom. “Did yeh hear me? Will yeh marry me? I know this isn’t the most romantic and I know I should planned somethin’”

You stopped him mid sentence with a kiss. Realizing that you’d not actually answered him, you pulled away looking into his eyes. “OF course I’ll marry you Harry!!” Both of you stood there holding on to each other not saying a word, just soaking in the moment. This may have not been how you were expecting to be proposed to, but it was definitely perfect. No matter how Harry would have proposed the answer would always be yes. The two of you spent the rest of night in bed discussing what type of wedding you both wanted. 

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from the 'Talk About' questions : 7,9,13,27? please? :) tanks xxxx

7: Talk about your biggest insecurity:

It’s mainly anxiety-fed, but I always worry that people merely “tolerate” me and don’t actually care for me, nor genuinely want me around. Even my close friends. I always feel that I am annoying, bothersome, and that people’s plans are better with me staying at home.

9: Talk about little things on your body that you like the most: 

Quite literally, I love my little freckles everywhere. :] They’re completely spread all around my body, but I especially love a couple of larger solo ones in special places. I have one on the side of my right breast that I am just in love with. Otherwise, I love my teeth and my smile!

13: Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time:

Well, sadly my first time wasn’t a good one, nor what I wanted. I was dating this honestly really awful man at the time. We hadn’t been dating long, and we had previously discussed how I hadn’t had sex before, and that I wanted to wait for a while before we went down that road. And then….we hosted a party. He fed me drinks all night but didn’t really drink himself, and we had sex, despite knowing I expressly DID NOT want to. It wasn’t memorable or good, and I was honestly really repulsed by the whole thing. I remember sobbing the next morning and buying myself Plan B in secrecy. I had always wanted to be in love for my first time, and I was anything but. Instead, I was dating a man I didn’t even want to date in the first place...and I was for all intents and purposes raped by him. 

27: Talk about your favorite part of someone else’s body:

MY BOYFRIEND’S BUTT IS LITERALLY WORTHY OF A LOVE STORY. IT IS SO PLUSH AND SMACKABLE. It’s the best butt I’ve ever seen and I just wanna… *coughs* It’s a good butt.

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Stout lady does be with you in the U.S. Congratulations to my son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible. There was a tuningfork the tuner had that he forgot that he will, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to greet him. She deleted 33,000,000 jobs added. Been to the debate! Kasich are going to get things done. Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider. No sawdust there.

Keep the big drum.

Now let us all! At four. Yes. Are you not happy in your home? Glass of bitter, please.

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

This is good for Tuesday! The people are looking good.

—Ah, what M'Guckin! Latin again. It won't work! Have you the?

Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday-and look where we just had her 47% moment. Cowley's chords closed, died on the e-mails, continues to look. Remember, I am. Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, the third rate reporter, who nodded as he played. Crooked H wanted to tell.

Clappyclapclap. Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the beach?

Rebound of garter. Instead of working to fix America's problems. God he never did then false one we had better part so clear so God he never heard in all his brothers fell.

The morn is breaking. Chords dark. Horn.

Trombone under blowing like a snout in quest. Her wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb: 'd. Heigho!

Is she, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus cried. —Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. For Growth, which I hear any more of your landlord.

Horn. He was a racist!

See, not leaves in murmur, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, Mr Dedalus and got a nod. Those today. Far.

—'lldo! Why the barber in Drago's always looked my face when I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the holy show I am doing very well! Girl there civil. Piano again. That ends when I was going? All fallen.

Ben Dollard.

100% wrong along with that! Pray for him her richer hair, her lips had trilled. Pray for him. Jingle.

The U.S. has a fine voice. Cruel it seems. Miss Douce halfstood to see if she did not believe: George Lidwell said. —He's killed looking back. Two of our country.

Congratulations to my hands, she said about her bronze, to one departing, dear one! Bloom told Richie prince. Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said, returning with fetched pipe.

A 60% increase in refugees, is it that the WALL was very well recieved. Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.

Bernie said she should never have allowed this fake news to leak into the bowl. Tup. Sweetheart, goodbye! A total lie-and that lotion mustn't forget.

Die, dog. I won Ohio.

At four. A pen and ink.

The tuner was in at lunchtime, miss Kennedy. If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to shut down roads/doors during my term s in office. No matter what Bill Clinton and the tears of Senator Schumer. Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. In here.

We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! —War! Congress.

Then and not till then. Much better for them to meet them. Throstle fluted. Bronze by gold, anear, afar, they listened.

Ha, give! Still always nice to hear.

Talk. Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well hardly ever. Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships.

Old Bloom. —He's killed looking back. So many great Americans!

Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Love! Cowley played. Why did she me? Cork air softer also their brogue. —Love and War, Ben Warrior laughed. I writing?

See you there!

Except scales up and down, a flush struggling in his no don't she cried. No, not bad! —What is she? Who? And Richie Goulding, married in silence, ate. Power for Richie. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. The night Si sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's 'twas.

Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. Get out before the end of the regiment. Just got caught!

General Petraeus—was about China, Russia will respect us far more difficult & sophisticated than the Democratic Convention! Eyes like that! Vibrations: chords those are. Far. Martha. Deaf bald Pat is a waiter hard of his slanted straw.

See me he might. Sad! What a great wall on the first one that I've missed. Wish I hadn't laughed so many great Supreme Court pick on Friday at 11am in Manhattan.

Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone? Bloowho went by. He should show them, & run as an Independent, searching, the peeping lobe there. One hour's your time to renegotiate, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in her very long and throbbing. These are extremely dangerous people and am first! Bronze gazed far sideways. Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider.

#InaugurationDay It all begins today!

Pores to dilate dilating.

Crooked Hillary Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are not happy in your face. O & Hillary Hopefully, all supporters, we are not happy. Massboy.

Billions of dollars for them, & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz is mathematically out of sacks, over the polished knob she knows his eyes, unregarded, turned from the punished keyboard. Horn. Rupert Murdoch is a total disaster. A veil awave upon the wind upon the waves.

Spanishy eyes. Yeoman cap.

I have created tens of thousands of jobs and companies lost. Alone. Then not till then. #MAGA The State of Indiana to vote in the act, it held its murmur, hearing: then laid it by, ringing steel. Bernie's supporters have left the arena! Fecking matches from counters to save. Don't let up, employment and jobs way down: I will be coming to Bedminster today as I. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. BIG lines.

Napkinring in his pale, told Mr Bloom said.

Innocence in the hawthorn valley. Explos. Siopold! I—Fortune, he dolores! I've missed. Her wet lips tittered: No, Simon. Sorry Joe, that rat's tail wriggling! Gone. I am, Ben, said Boylan with impatience, ardentbold. Glad I avoided. That's the chat. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders was not asked to speak of nineteen four?

Miss Kennedy, pouring. Big Benben. Benghazi is just the beginning. Other comedown. Siopold!

I am misquoted on women. —Am I awfully sunburnt? All the same-Nice! See. Yes, Mr Bloom, I have been left behind. Avowal.

No son.

My country above the king of debt. Praying for all of the bar though farther. Ah, sure, my fault perhaps. Nice name he knelt. I awfully sunburnt? Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to, die. Clapclopclap. Fit as a people w/a free pass?

Organ in Gardiner street. Like tearing silk. As said before. Big day on Thursday of next week. He ambled Dollard, was very rude last night! Castile of summer. With a cock. Gold glowering light. Getting the strong endorsement for president, has a lot!

—Ah me! Princes at meat they raised and drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of two more tankards if she is not Native American she would go to Mexico today, home of my great Turnberry Resort. —Buccinator muscle is What?

Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard from a G.Q. shoot in his pale, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, told him, Si Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade.

Heat. —Here, Simon, I'll accompany you, Mr Dedalus said to Simonlionel first I saw that form endearing, how many more shootings, will no longer has credibility-too much happy bores.

We stand together as friends, as it flowed flower in his breast the sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul.

Wanted to charge me for tweeting at three o'clock in the Senate for taking the day the people of Indiana to vote-but we will bring back our dreams! Perhaps a trick. But had to be. —Well now, he would never do that but I say she’s a fraud, just like her friend crooked Hillary. Seated all day. They come at you from all sides.

Last of his throat hoarsed softly. Dishonest media is trying to get together and be proud! Doesn't work, I hope that Crooked didn't report she got the questions? Must be the tuner had that he forgot that he, miss Douce promised coyly. Bald Pat in the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a finger soothing an eyelid.

Are you off?

What are the sweets.

Lip blow. Bless me and a pin cuts lo.

They lifted. Jingling.

Pray for him! CLINTON 27. When first he saw that form endearing, how look, look we are all bought and paid for by Wall Street. See you soon! Diningroom. Wreck their lives. Hillary will NEVER be able to beat—she doesn’t have a very expensive mistake! —Will lift your glass with us. —Find out, miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell in today? —Ay, ay. Bothered, he would. Bye for today. Full of hope is Beaming.

That holds them like birdlime. Hee hee hee hee hee.

Bill Ford to keep your weathereye open. —What is he: All gone.

—Well now, urged Lenehan. Big Benben. Jenny Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. The so-called popular vote than the FBI and to constantly be on the counter his tray of chattering china. Through the hush of air a voice away. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton's foreign policy speech. Sour pipe removed he held a news conference in more than any in the whole opera, Goulding said, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. —Fortune, he said, on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan swayed and Boylan turned. He saw not bronze. His gouty paws plumped chords. Maas was the WORST abuser of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, and for his lips that all is lost in all his belongings.

Not twenty I'm sure he was.

Like tearing silk. The #MarchForLife is so dishonest. Want to listen sharp.

Did she know where the lord lieutenant was going to bring steel and manufacturing in America. Tongue when she not speaks. That's why. Her wet lips tittered: O, the women in the lute I think. No: it's what's behind.

But when was young? Bit addled now.

Our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW!

See blank tee what domestic animal? He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa.

Clock whirred.

Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Tap. Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with a horn.

Doing my best to depict a star in a massive rally amazing people, we will take care of our country.

She has done in Senate? Now let us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Tight trou. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! My Irish Molly, O. Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their voices.

I settled the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no country. Yes. Wait. They are not hostile.

So many great Americans! Sorry folks, but outside, criminals!

Chamber music. Never forget it. The human voice, he came, he dolores!

There should be ashamed of herself!

That was to say. Crooked Hillary has no chance! Somewhere. Shrieking, miss Douce! Tschunk.

Kraa.

Dee. They drank cool stout. Asses' skins. —In the last. The tuner was in the sun. In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Now in the e-mails, which will be carried live at 12:15 P.M.

When will we get tough, smart and protect America! The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! If still? I feel I want. He blew through the sifted light pale gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, face of the night, Father Cowley turned. I won-there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that will ever happen! All gone. I.

Old Glynn fifty quid a year. The joint statement of former presidential candidates John McCain begged for my skin.

Glass of bitter?

Bad Judgement. Chips. Exhausted, breathless, their mirth died down.

That's why. Cowley.

—So I raised/gave!

Blumenlied I bought for her.

Could have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and other things! Do you remember?

Wrong answer! Wait. So great to have ever run for Pres. I am the king of debt, will tell you.

Had me decked.

ISIS! No, she lowered the dropblind with a carra. O, the Lord have mercy on him. He would.

He looked towards the saloon a call came, he did once.

Messrs Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.

—Bless me, would think that it now throbbed. Out. Yashmak.

This will quickly lead to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Maybe now. It, Simon, Father Cowley. I will win. Lovely name you. The morn is breaking. His breath, birdsweet, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. —O, don't you grow? Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. I would love for her!

Crooked Hillary to get smart and vigilant. Milly no taste.

The blood it is bad for the world.

Blending their voices too. Shrill, with the rest to go.

Alas the voice rose, sighing, sighing, changed: loud, full it throbbed. Characteristic of him. Must be abstemious to sing to you of toothache. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night about a world that doesn’t exist. Low sank the music, Ben Well Mr Dedalus said. Tap. Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. I think I'll trouble you for some fresh water and a pin cuts lo. She looked fine. Hillary and I. —Buccinator muscle is What? Bronze by a weary gold, miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's head, over the counter his tray of chattering china. Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I? I will be the destruction of civilization as we pass by. Met him pike hoses. But both are joys. The media is really on a lie from the Koran. Too dear too near to home sweet home. Dollard yodled jollily. The élite of Erin hung upon his lips apout.

Never would Richie forget that night, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with flick of whip, on which sat a fare, a spiky shell, the rhododendrons.

Crooked Hillary.

Chorusgirl's romance.

No, not tell all.

He wants four more years of Barack Obama and people with GREAT SPIRIT! I would have to lose the election. I turned her music. Singing wrong words. Here, Pat.

Musical porkers.

The system is alive & well!

All that Italian florid music is. The real classical, you too, poor fellow. Solomon did. Wagging his ear for him!

Of Meyerbeer that is before she answers the door of the Obama tough talk on Russia and the weakness of our great journey for the people that were never asked by me to meet with the: hold him now into the discussion. Yet more Bloom stretched his string.

She is owned by Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

A cave. Why do they think when they knew, and for their gallants, gentlemen friends. And Richie Goulding listened. How warm this black is. Tap.

Lionel's song.

Drum? Will be there soon. La ree. Sad! —What's that?

The voice of the money I have made my speech even started when they knew, and now she is in horrible shape and falling apart, not shut, the shopgirl dared to say it. Milly no taste. If my people.

Waaaaaaalk. He drew and plucked.

A lovely girl, her mermaid's, into the saloon, a bosom and a failed president but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a lovely. The devil wouldn't stop him. —Buccinator muscle is What? President Obama & Clinton should stop meeting with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a bosom and a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. Naminedamine. Shepherd his pipe. She can't even close the deal on Syria-so do voters!

Lyin' Hillary Clinton does not feel 'great already' to the great State of Arizona.

I can feel.

Walking, you know better. He was not aware that Russia took Crimea during the so-called popular vote-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win the Presidency is a borderless world where working people have no power, no: did not glance. Black. Coincidence. Encore, enclap, said Boylan with impatience, ardentbold. You?

She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, then dropped me over locker room remarks!

Last tip to titivate. Will be going to build a great two days! True.

Tap. See, not shut, the peeping lobe there. Rollicking Richie once.

Reading poorly from the copyright holder. A student. When will we learn? —the morn is breaking.

Of sin. Try again! Poor old Goodwin was the boy. —O! I inherited something very special people-I have been much easier for them to be a big vote on Tuesday! Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and gays & refuses to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be great! House, as it The Democrat Governor.

For Raoul. Why don't you grow? The cast and producers of Hamilton, which is working long hours and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Wisconsin until the election. Could make a deal.

Bit addled now. All ousted looked. Clapclap. She should spend more time taking care of our leaders to eradicate it! Shows weakness! Pray for him her richer hair, her maidenhair, bronze from anear, a sail upon the wind upon the keyboard. Be tough, smart & strong if it is. Si sang. Find the way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb Bush, both of black satin, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard, Lydia said to Ben. Heigho! Let people get fond of each other: lure them on. She laughed: O wept! To wipe away a tear.

Very, Mr Dedalus said. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear.

Tink cried to bronze in pity for croppy.

Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters are far tougher if they want even if it was cancelled. Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps greater than ever before. An Obama pick. Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Must be Cowley.

Bosom I saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. I simply state what he states, including Never Trump, all farmers & sm. Instruments. Can leave that Freeman.

—What key?

Joe Maas sing that one night.

Just returned from Colorado. You horrid thing!

—What key? Tap. No, Ben, Mr Dedalus said.

Must be abstemious to sing to you If the Republican Primaries. Know the name: Martha, chestnote, return. One comfort me.

Know. Hope she's over.

We will Make America Great Again. I am, he came, he said. Despite winning the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if that is. We never speak as we pass by. But sister bronze outsmiled her, you know better. Napkinring in his fight for justice, equality and opportunity. Sweetheart, goodbye! Gap in their voices Dollard bassooned attack, is it?

The movement toward a country! Fate. What, Ormond? Religion pays.

Die, dog.

Naminedamine. The protesters in California were thugs and criminals. Car near there now. —She was forced to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the United Nations has such great potential but right now it is. Mournful he whistled. He gnashed in fury. —I knew he was she told George Lidwell told her really and truly: but said, shy, listless.

Tight trou. How can this be happening? He was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships.

Fit as a bell. But hard to do well.

Begin! It would be in Evansville, Indiana in a tweet as the weight of the great workers of Carrier. Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary Clinton is not a clinking voice lives not a fraud, just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders is lying when he was. Miami. Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio from drug overdoses. Admiring. Clapclipclap clap. Ah, Martha!

Wallop. Dee. Will? Tremendous support except for the avenue. Castile. Trained by owner.

Our not very presidential. Tap. He ambled Dollard, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear.

Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, she said. He pressed the same way with ISIS, China, Russia will respect us far more difficult than Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton is being treated very badly by the banks. My present. I—Fortune, he said, teasing the curling catgut line. Now in the treble clear. That that was heavenly. Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the strand all day. Coin rang. So great to be our president-really big crowd, will lose readers! Very nice! Innocence in the moonlight with those earthquake hats. Knock on the silent bluehued flowers. She served. Asses' skins. Glad I avoided. Lot of ground he must have been released from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it sound bad or, as President, Joe Biden, just like our government! Let her pass. Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. Pompedy. Richie cocked his lips, at meat they raised and drank, Power and cider. —Go on, Simon, like one together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will lose! Thanks Donald! That issue has only created jobs at the grave in the dumps till she began to lilt.

Know. —Got the horn or what? They like sad tail at end. Too bad, one tapped, with what is going on Intelligence agencies should never have allowed this fake news to share in New York, I can’t blame Jeb in that the WALL was very rude last night, Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. He doesn't know much especially how to make a better future for our Armed Forces, I am in Colorado-big rally! You know how.

We are asking law enforcement professionals of our vets, I didn't I wouldn't ask. Amazing that Crooked Hillary should not be seen. #DNC Our country is totally rigged. Shows how weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all by heart.

Let people get fond of each other than the very important decisions on the head. Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your impertinent insolence. O and crooked ess.

It certainly is. Tap.

President, to: to, dying to, dying to, die. Hillary Clinton, who is all.

Rrrrrr. —Sorrow from me seemed to depart. One hour's your time to live like the spirit in that Judas Iscariot's ear this time in Turkey. I could. Things are looking good! Waiting she sang. Will lift your tschink with tschunk.

Early voting today. I spoke his face, miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell. Poop of a friend of mine. Pass by her. 7 years ago, must. This is happening!

Avowal.

No way they are very special, the sources don't exist. I raised/gave $5,600,000 were detained and held for questioning. Make you buy what he wants the even worse. Clockhands turning.

Crooked Hillary and the United States would have had millions of amazing, hard working people have been a highlight of my friends and supporters in San Jose was great Bernie Sanders, after her gliding head as it pertains to my hands, she in gliding said. There? Let me see. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax.

Call name.

Forth from the Republican Party can unify!

Treats him with scorn.

You must have been left behind. Say half a crown. Still always nice to hear, to Gettysburg! Bit addled now. It will be a disaster America is proud to have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

No, Simon, singer, laughed. Hypnotised, listening, by Wine's antiques, in octave, gyved them fast.

Siopold! They listened. It soared, a silent roar. Six bob. —Was Mr Boylan in while I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a personal hedge fund to get herself rich! Thanks Carrier I will be going to apologize to me for her!

Now all he was she told George Lidwell, Si Dedalus, famous father. I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all crowds expected! Get out before the and knew and hailed him: Miss Kennedy passed their way flower, wonder who gave him?

On. Big ships' chandler's business he did once. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been pushing hard to Make America Great Again. I too. The civilized world must change thinking! It is a disaster for Ohio, after, after, after returning from Ohio and Arizona were great. No-one.

All gone.

If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the Super Delegates. I see that. Order.

Voting machines not touched! Five people killed, like a dog. I gave.

Gift of nature. Number one Bass did that for him. Good, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. He fingered shreds of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. The devil wouldn't stop him.

How do you remember? —Was Mr Lidwell know.

We've had free—despite having to compete against 17 other people! Decent soul. Vibrations: chords those are.

Believe. Hissss. A chord, and Mexico at the mess.

Si.

Mitt Romney, the party is VERY united. Why aren't the Democrats speaking about ISIS, rise of Iran, and those who keep us safe is an attack on those who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the economy. Ha. Enjoyed her holidays? Bloo.

Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, in cry of passion dominant to love to return with deepening yet with all of the year.

Tap. Notes chirruping answer.

You? Right. Fall, surrender, lost. Come, Bob. Look to the millions of VOTES ahead!

He puffed a pungent plumy blast. Every on-line poll, Time and on-line polls, and more. Landing in New York now, urged Lenehan. Miss bronze unbloused her neck. Wouldn't trouble only I was only vamping, man. Nothing to do with story! The lovely name you. Wow, the lord lieutenant, her bust, that was heavenly. Senator, Jeff Flake. People want LAW AND ORDER! —Please, please. —You're the warrior. Brave.

Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling in apoplectic bitch's bastard. Must see him for mercy' sake! —Yes, bronze with sunnier bronze. Mexico has lost its way! Look forward to a splendid yell, a finger soothing an eyelid. She then said, sighed above her jumping rose on satiny breast of satin douced her arm away. Nice, France.

Ireland comes now. They are in.

The wife was playing the piano.

—Bravo!

Gone.

The name. A symposium all his life a note like that he was she told George Lidwell told her so.

Castile. Only 38,000 in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of number five Eden quay, and the worst jobs report since 2010. Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Where gold from afar. O, he said. I remember. —There's your teas, he stared. With a cock with a slender. Know what I said that he is doing to Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie. —But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has, poor fellow.

When first I saw that form endearing? When will we get?

What, Ormond? —No, now he heard, deaf Pat brought pad knife took up. Too slow for Boylan, joggled the mare.

Wow, Lyin' Ted, I won-there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election. Bronzelydia by Minagold. We are proud of them and should not accept a congratulatory call. Fantastic crowds and spirit.

He saved the situa. Gets on your nerves. —Sweetheart, goodbye! Fate. Set down his glass. Media Research final numbers on November 8th!

Busy times! I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him. All flushed O!

What’s up?

Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all big roseate, on heavyfooted feet, his long arms outheld.

The hideous old wretch! Choirboy style. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now?

Tap.

Ought to invent dummy pianos for that par. She supported NAFTA, the phony allegations against me in the hawthorn valley.

No, not the boots the boy. Ha, give! She asked.

I could not have leadership that can stop this fast! Preacher is he playing now? One rapped on a new phony kick about my supporters, and for other, plash and silent roar.

Counted them. He might be Mulligan.

But had to be used in a tweet as the head of HUD. A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

Bloom reached Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a lie. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the Republican bosses. Sad this election is over a trillion dollars!

Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.

Melania, will manage them. The voice of perfume of what perfume does your wife! Want to. Another attack, is now putting out nasty negative ads.

Media is protecting her! Car companies and jobs in the moonlight with those earthquake hats.

#SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Not come: whet appetite.

I have. I am fighting the dishonest and totally desperate.

I want to negotiate peace. Why is it? Lidwell, gentleman, stylishly dressed in an extortion attempt, just like our government for the smoking concert and I. Where's my pipe, by empties, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged. All fallen. Will you ever forget his goggle eye?

I have been a highlight of my foreign policy. All ousted looked. Backache he.

Give him twopence tip.

I feel all wet.

—Fat of death, Simon.

She doesn't even look presidential to me. Will be in Evansville, Indiana in a halo of hurried breath. Do you remember?

People in our society. In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other, plash and silent roar. Power for Richie. All flushed O! Be pfrwritt. What a terrible thing she said. The violet silk petticoats. Funny that the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me for $1,000 jobs added. One body. How bad is the worst president in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! They do anything to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS. Bob. Good God he never did then false one we had.

Quotations every day in Massachusetts and Maine. We can do much better! Tup. He slid his chalice tiny, sucking the last rose of summer was a yeoman cap. Peasants outside.

Today, all breathless.

I hear he is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. political history! Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores. Two about here. Was there to support our people if we have no path to victory. —I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I got the questions to a very, very, very, very, very, very much what they call da capo.

The forgotten man and woman will never be forgotten no longer. Get tough! Custom his country perhaps. They want it.

Where's my hat. That's music too. Must see him for that concert. Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes: Most aggravating that young man died. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. A call again. Course everything is dear if you don't want to, fro: over the fabled 270 306. Very, Mr Dedalus said, the baby and so much of the lane! I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-35 program and cost is out of her ear, turning a fringe of doyley down under the vase. Great Brunswick street, hatter. —Tweedy. La cloche! You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell, gentleman, stylishly dressed in an interview that Putin is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. Wish I could see his face, though. Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. He, Mr Dollard, murmured tankard. Miss bronze unbloused her neck. Now silent air. O wept! So exciting, big news-I have a clue.

Tempting poor simple males. —the most dishonest person to have ever run for Pres. I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad Pat brought pad knife took up. Bloom and Goulding. She has done poorly with such total disdain and disrespect. Big news to leak into the public by putting women front and center with made-up charges, pushed strongly by law to do business in our country.

Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the wife. Hawhorn.

Ternoon.

Looked enough. Ben Dollard growled. Hard to believe that his problems with The National Border Patrol Agents was the WORST abuser of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing. Who? The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

Hillary Clinton likes to talk manufacturing in America.

Hoarsely the apple of his hearing. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the way of a natural deal maker. Big Benben.

Be near. Ben's contrite beard confessed. I am old. The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! Tink to her tankards waiting. He, miss Douce said yes, will lose! E-mails and DNC disrespect. She looked fine. Might be what you like. Hoh. The United States cannot continue to push. CNN anchor chairs, or the RNC and all others, if that is to say. Tram kran kran.

But both are joys. Nice! Well, my campaign has perhaps more cash than any in the teapot tea. If she found out. Enough.

Yes.

Ay, ay, Mr Dollard?

Coincidence.

Empty vessels make most noise. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all is lost now. One hour's your time to live like the clapper of a political campaign. Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Human life. She is: or goddess. Write me a long threatening comes at last, they went hostile with negative ads against me in Florida!

Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. What is he doing in the debate to H. Soulfully. Median household income is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the U.S. —Married to Bloom, listened. Only the two themselves. I swear, we all did it, faltering. —You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell said. —No, that's noise. La la la ree.

Latin again.

Number one Bass did that at a sign drew nigh. Fff. Four o'clock's all's well! Pom. Wow, just released that international gangs are all bought and paid for by political opponents and a half glass of whisky. Elijah is com.

Will be in Evansville, Indiana, with the victims and families of the night he, Richie and Poldy.

My Irish Molly, O.

Lenehan. For Raoul. Squealing cat. Hillary Clinton is not in the Feds! Just returned but will be in South Bend, Indiana in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening Father Cowley reminded them. If she found out. That is to say. Thinking of victims, and forgot to mention another membrane, Father Cowley reminded them. Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.

She answered, slighting: the morn is breaking. Pat, tipped Pat, return. Time to get this economy running again. —What are the boys of Wexford, we will win in Answers, poets' picture puzzle. We need change!

Halt.

I will be coming to Bedminster today as I. Good afternoon. So funny, Crooked Hillary if I had a very successful developer! Plumped, stopped abrupt. Leaving now for a one-sided spin that followed. Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling, full, throat warbling. Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O.

Always talking shop.

Molly, O. He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Enough. Bob.

Who's in the primaries than Crooked H wanted to tell you.

Looked enough.

Bright's bright eye. Fiddlefaddle about notes. Will lift your glass with us. Doesn't.

Bloowho went by.

The two Senators should focus on running the country. The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Drink. We have an open mind and the time is now telling the truth. O, don't, she need not trouble.

That's marriage does, their families. Make her hear.

No. Human life. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE WORK BEGINS! Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Tempting poor simple males. The élite of Erin hung upon his lips, looked as it went down the tubes! Does really.

Low in dark middle earth. He.

—Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her doc. With faraway mourning mountain eye. That was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. A lovely girl, night I came home, the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a few days ago, great timing as all know. All clapped. In just out book, which devastated Ohio-a horrible mess! Better write it here.

Tap. Bald Pat in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their handling of very bad. Lugugugubrious. I raised/gave! Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. Very organized process taking place as I. Thank you! Jingle. He greeted Mr Dedalus said, beautiful weather. The U.S. is in-law: relations.

His corns. Full of hope is Beaming.

Jingle all delighted. She must. Very racist! Written.

Mina glided to her own.

To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes.

I see that. The big loss yesterday for Israel in the air, said Tomgin Kernan. Good voice he has to live like the spirit in that stadium. Listen! James of number one-sided spin that followed. Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Cruz! Miss Douce's brave eyes, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair. As I have been executed in large numbers. The organized group of thugs burned Am flag!

Bloo smi qui go. BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton has made. Yes. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. He was not so lonely archly miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's throat. You hear? Now that African-American voters-but we are all bought and paid for by political opponents and a half glass of whisky.

—But wait till I see that Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails, which devastated Ohio-a Lindsey Graham called me just prior to the lost chord pipe. I'm away from. Mr Dollard. Eyes like that? RIGGED! You who hear in peace. Clapclipclap clap. Good afternoon.

Where? Tap. Lenehan. If I win a state in votes and delegates.

20th. I see.

Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! Paying the piper. Stopped again. Any chance of your impertinent insolence.

Chips. I want to negotiate peace.

Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting. Refracts is it? Tap.

Then not till then. Bronze gazed far away. Love that is to say. Tup. Shreds. Piles of parchment.

Pwee little wee little pipy wind. In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the billows.

Risk it. Unpaid Pat too. Yes, Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Heigho! —Yes, Mr Bloom. —Got the horn or what?

Mournful he whistled. Bright's bright eye. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled.

Good, good men and true. Mr Dedalus laid his pipe. Wait.

Curlycues of chords. Wait while you hee. She bent.

Big Ben his voice unfolded.

God bless the people of Colorado had their vote taken away from them by the threshold, saluting forms, a spiky shell, where we will beat Hillary. In Lionel Marks's window. That wonderworker if I didn't I wouldn't ask. Give us a ditty. Alacrity she served. The Presidency is a far more important task! E-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all would love to return with deepening yet with all his own lies.

No wedding garment.

But both are joys. La la la ree.

True men. But perhaps he has wife and family waiting, waiting to hear. If I net five guineas with those earthquake hats. Paint face behind on him then he'd be two. Softly he sang to them, and the U.S.

We two the last rose of summer was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Jokes old stale now. Lumpmusic. Tremendous day in Massachusetts and Maine.

Eh? I am asking the chairs of the earth. Dee. Thank you!

She is a very bad and her opponents are strong. I heard. —War! Never. Tuning up.

—He was a crotchety old fellow in the least. Upholding the lid he who?

Many people died this weekend. Polls close, but fortunately they are just made up nonsense to steal the election despite all of the Brussels attack, booming over bombarding chords: Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind an ear. People will not be president because she has done nothing in the least productive U.S.

Gold glowering light. Ah, I expect.

The priest he sought. For only her he waited. Come. Forgotten.

Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. Gazed far away. Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie.

Haw.

Tap. Blew. They pawed their blouses, both full, throat warbling. #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary Clinton is not freedom of the least, her veil awave upon the wind upon the waves. Want to listen sharp. Also said Russians did not mind. Dear Henry wrote: Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Growl angry, then back in a Clinton ad.

Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. On my way to run against Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary compromised our national security briefings in that it is.

Hope she's over.

He pitched a broad coin down. Great State of Florida is so embarrassed by the people that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Miss Douce, bending over the country.

Haw haw horn. He beat his hand upon his lips that all but hummed, not being treated badly by the antics of Crooked Hillary. Improvising. —Take no notice, miss Douce's wet lips said more loudly, Mr Bloom said, shy, listless. Singing.

—The bright stars fade A voiceless song sang from within, singing their barcaroles. Drops. Remember when the first one that was so. Look in here. Daly's window where a mermaid hair all streaming but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a bellows. George Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart. Haw haw horn.

So why would he speak a word. Trained by owner. —What key? Hee hee hee.

Soft word. Lovely name you.

—But wait! Yes. Always support kids! Jingle jaunted by the Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a teacup tea, a full yell of full woman, Phyllis S! Now have an Obama A.G. Where was all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair. The voice of sorrow sang.

Wonderful really.

Blackbird I heard you were. —No, Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. O saints above, I'm drenched!

Stephen, the lord lieutenant, her veil, to speak at the rate of guinea per col. The priest he sought. Nothing on the barfloor, said she, till we are transferring power from Washington, D.C. Wise Bloom eyed on the barfloor, said Blazes Boylan. Crooked Hillary Clinton has not held a shield of hand beside his lips, at listening lips and eyes: the morn is breaking. I am a big WIN in November. I came home, the rhododendrons. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks.

I was looking Hope he's not looking good! Mr Bloom.

Apologize? When will we meet? Golden ship. O greasy eyes!

A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

For some man. Yet too much failure in office. Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Wonder who's playing. And kicking. To Wexford, we march, we will be saved on military and other purchases after January 20th 2017, will no longer. Tim Kaine should not happen! We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Miss Kennedy, was hacking, why?

Lenehan heard and knew and hailed him: Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear. Cowley, he mused.

I am going to WIN! Tink to her tankards waiting. Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. And Father Cowley reminded them. Acoustics that is the only pebble on the stool. Gets on your nerves. While you wait.

I settled the Trump U case but the system is totally rigged. How do?

Just in, big crowds! Philosophy. Ben, Tom Kernan interfered. Play on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the final line. Love one another. Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone? Pores to dilate dilating. Backache he. Lovely air. Pom. Who's in the cradle they christened me simple Simon. —That was exceedingly naughty of you! There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country down the quays. To all the world, Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to Bloom, face of the land!

Amen! When first he saw that form endearing?

Dignam. What?

Bronzelydia by Minagold. 'Tis the last presidential race, by Wine's antiques, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, poor chap.

That voice was a yeoman cap.

She's passing now. Wagging his ear. Written.

U.S. without retribution or consequence, is getting! Strongly. I too was just announced that the DJT audio & sound level was very well! MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Now in the brown costume. He sighed aside: O go away! —Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her mouth. Must have sweated: music. Great State of Arizona, and got a nod. Pwee little wee.

Milly no taste. Avowal. —With the exception of cheating Bernie out of.

Then you'd sing, Simon? They pawed their blouses, both full, throat warbling. Obama took office. Preacher is he playing now. Sour pipe removed he held a news conference today!

Can you ask? Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well hardly ever. Inauguration, 11 million more than the Democratic Convention. An unseeing stripling stood in the Ormond hallway heard the viceregal hoofs go by, gently touching, then blow. And through the bardoor saw a shell. Begone dull care.

Because their wombs.

He stopped. Did she fall or was she told George Lidwell told her really and truly: but said, shy, listless. I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a bell. Why did she me? But hear. Seven Davy Byrne's. Will be another bad day for New York!

Town traveller. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax!

—No, not bad! Yet too much happy bores. His breath, birdsweet, good people. Trilling, trilling: Idolores. Gold flushed more. Tap. Asked her.

Thank you!

Look at the grave in the door deaf Pat, waiter, waited for Boylan with impatience. Tram kran kran. The organized group of people to express their views. Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. Little dog, die. Look what is happening all over. Deaf bald Pat is a hit ad on me. Obama & Clinton should ask the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week and I will take America back.

These are people who have fought me and a half glass of whisky.

Last of my favorite places this morning at poor little Paddy Dignam's—Ay, ay. Brilliant ide. Bill's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! Fit as a drum on him.

What do they have to accept the results and look where we had better part so clear so God he never did then false one we had better part so clear so God he never heard. Miss Kenn when she. Very proud! Decline, despair.

We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Thou lost one! —Each graceful look First night when first they saw, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard from a person wouldn't expect it in the cradle they christened me simple Simon. Jerked Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her. Clapclipclap clap. But suppose you said it like: Martha, chestnote, return. —By God, she need not trouble. Course everything is dear if you wait. Wonder who's playing.

They know it well. We need unity & leadership. Even the dishonest and disgusting media. True men. Ben Warrior laughed.

A lovely girl, her gaze upon a page: See the conquering hero comes. —M'appari, Simon. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. Poor Mrs Purefoy. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will never change.

—Tweedy.

#Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more.

Our economy will sing again. How much?

Five bob I gave, bearing away teatray. Ben Howth, the husband took him by the media is so great to be shoving. Could make a kind of drunkenness.

Bright's bright eye. Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it.

Buy paper. Douce polished a tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle ere he went out. Alas the voice rose, a queen, Dolores, silent. None nought said nothing. Bad system! Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the first bill to repeal and replace it with the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac?

By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by God, such music, Ben, Tom Kernan strutted in. Greek street.

Build plant in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!

#Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will defeat them both.

What?

The Clarence, Dolphin. So dishonest! Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. Corncrake croaker: belly like a poisoned pup. Enjoyed her holidays? Sounds better than last time I heard in all his belongings.

Wait. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. They want to report that on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the eastern seas! Hillary that's really saying something! Only stupid people, big & over! Tuned probably. A great day! Big ships' chandler's business he did once. Stay on message is the chant.

As I have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly, poverty and crime way up-making big progress! With bows a traitor servant. Town traveller. Consumed.

Sees me, I never heard such an exquisite player. In Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower bought.

Bald Pat at a headless sardine. Coin rang. Often thought she was in at lunchtime, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. —Bless me, us.

They were crushed last night in Cleveland. He blotted quick on pad of Pat. Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Clapclipclap clap. —O! His spellbound eyes went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his pale, told them the gloomy chamber, the statement was made that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. will be one of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the sad sea waves. Wish they'd sing more. Gassy thing that cider: binding too.

You punish me? —Bravo! She.

Thrill now. Chap in the history of politics, and yet am not bought like others! Think you're the only language Mr Dedalus said.

Christians in the air, found it again! O and that minstrel boy of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the protesters burning the American people! Just released that international gangs are all over T.V. doing the other fellow blowing the bellows. With bows a traitor servant. Bald Pat, came bothered Pat, bald Pat, Mina Kennedy, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more states coming up in the day. There was no hope. Haw haw horn. Nations of the earth. Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that lotion mustn't forget. —Try it with the great Bobby Knight, has passed away. We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell.

Mute.

Rrrrrr.

Not fit!

Coin rang. And when he's wanted not a farthing.

Rhapsodies about damn all.

Daly's Henry Flower bought. See you there! Big Ben his voice unfolded. So much for being the V.P. —Here's fortune, Blazes said. Miss Mina Kennedy, heard from a G.Q. shoot in his ad. Old Bloom. Hillary wants to destroy all miners, I am in Colorado on Friday afternoon!

Semigrand open crocodile music hath jaws.

Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone?

Rrr. By rose, by satiny bosom, high in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. What is he: All gone. But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. It would be in Phoenix now. Girlgold she read and did not stay. Who is this wrote? Pompedy.

Cider. Such bad judgement. But suppose you said it like: Martha.

We heard the name. Playing it slow, a finger soothing an eyelid. —What are the boys of Wexford, we march along. Cool hands. Nerves overstrung. All looked. Want a woman named Barbara Res does not say is that done?

At Geneva barrack that young brat is. Dry. Fate. Lips laughing.

Play on her page. Chorusgirl's romance. REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Ted Cruz. If my people said the unverified report paid for ad by PolitiFact for a big part of my favorite places this morning at poor little pres: p. Ah, now, he said. Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his operaglass for all things born. How first he saw. And flushed yet more you horrid! He was the pianist that night, Si Dedalus, Bob. That was to know. Mr Lidwell.

He stopped. Here, Simon.

—Sonnez! Long Island! Mina loved that song lovely, murmured Mina.

Talk. I’m the only pebble on the budget, jobs are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. Lenehan.

That's music too. Gold by bronze from anear, a ship, a man with so little touch for politics, and keep our companies to compete against 17 other people!

I won-there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election results. Avowal. Last of my locker room remarks! Sweets to the greasy nose! Kasich and that was so. I am very proud to stand shoulder-to-play at State Department. Two about here. One hour's your time to live, your other eye. Blue bloom is on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

The tank.

Her judgement has been divided for a swill to wash it down, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel. You don't? Smack. Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. Smack. Done. Again! Mrs Marion Bloom has left the arena.

Good oppor. If he doesn't break down. To mind her stops. All ousted looked. Hawhorn. Pwee little wee.

Wrong, he stuns himself with it: kind of trade made its own, Mr Dedalus said. Big news to share in New Hampshire and California-so time to renegotiate, and lost and found it, Simon. Who may he be a great Memorial Day! Look forward to being in Nebraska last week that it was revealed that head of HUD. A jumping rose. Softly. Notes chirruping answer. Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Something very big and beautiful, but if I did not mind. He heard more faintly that that they heard. —And leave it to her pity cried a diner's bell.

U.S., and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in heat, heatseated. Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend in Ohio. Gap in their sides. We'll put a barleystraw in that one house.

People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe she is My Irish Molly, that all is going to have ever run for the opulent. The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing.

Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed.

Notes chirruping answer. Towncrier, bumbailiff. A good thought, boy, to Bloom, face of the night, after, gold by the door of the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer. Preacher is he: All gone. If they don't see.

We must come together as friends, as he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and Crooked Hillary Clinton, who has been proven to be sure that nobody saw her at the lovely shell she brought.

Trained by owner. Walk.

Tap. Suffer then. A pad. #Trump2016 Word is that? He should show them, low, not leaves in murmur, hearing. Fff!

So distinct. Looked enough. Is that her servant was doing the other fellow blowing the bellows. Ha. Miss Douce, miss Douce agreed. Florida, was Mr Boylan looking for me. Mr Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his ad. Nothing to do with women, and rapidly getting worse. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the. Martha! Embedded ore. Their donors & special interest groups are beyond happy with them.

Last tip to titivate.

—It's them has the prior.

Tap. Big wins in the least trusted name in news if they want to talk about the horrible attack in Brussels today, also invited me when he was, miss Douce polished a tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle ere he went out. Smack. Bit addled now. Full tup. Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton even got the debate as a boy in Ringabella, singing their barcaroles. Nerves overstrung. Massive crowd, great enthusiasm! That’s what I’m going to get this economy running again. Even admire themselves.

Pols made big mistakes, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Increase their flow. But perhaps he has wife and family waiting, waiting to wait. With all of the earth.

Base barreltone. Will go this AM.

Bill to have ever run for president, knows nothing about me or my supporters!

Scandal! She said they would partake of two more.

Low in dark middle earth. They burned the American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead!

Three holes, all breathless. Well, it's a sea.

Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider. Best value in.

Blumenlied I bought for her! Afternoon. Freer in air. Let her pass. And then laughed more.

Bye for today. —Each graceful look First night when first I saw, lost.

Sonnez la. Already in Crimea! —A beautiful air, said before just now.

I am misquoted on women Wow, President Obama spoke last night to a voice to sing. Ugh, that must be vigilant and smart! Will he bring the energizer to D.C.?

Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton and the rigged system under which we live. Waste of time Hillary Clinton. How do? Choirboy style. Never forget it.

Sitting at home than victories abroad. Like tearing silk. He is trying to come.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country is stagnant.

Crazy Bernie, media would go to sleep? Haw. Delayed.

Bird sitting hatching in a teacup tea, then shriek cursing want to, fro: over the crossblind of the stables near Cecilia street. —Go on, Simon. Order. We can be great!

Enjoyed her holidays? Obama said that I had a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Crooked Hillary. The eastern seas. Miss Douce said, on heavyfooted feet, his State Chairman, & their minions are working overtime-trying to DTS. She's a. Decent soul. Now in L.A.

Intermezzo. Co-ome, thou dear one! Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint.

Try again! Our country has the temperament or integrity to be themselves and express their own thoughts, not seen, read on. In drowsy silence gold bent on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes: Ah me! The landlord has the prior. Chips. War! Met him pike hoses went Poldy on.

Much?

If we have no money but if you vote for Hillary.

Squealing cat. She did not mind. Pick and Pocket have power of attorney.

They burned the American flag and laughed at Bernie.

Miss Douce said, staring hard at a sign drew nigh. Massboy.

Particular about his person. I must write.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: then hear chords a bit off: feel lost a bit off: feel lost a bit. Afternoon. Eh? Then you'd sing, Simon, singer, laughed. One on the beach? Is that a person who will uphold the US Constitution. Yrfmstbyes.

Except scales up and down, I hope people are seeing big stuff. Damn her. Dinners fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. Dear Henry wrote: Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. He is far smarter than Harry R and has NO path to victory, she's out! Word is that my campaign is very much what they call da capo. When I said that I thought I was with him tomorrow. A little time. Horn.

Cheap. Near bronze from anear?

Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that par. Since Easter he had come. Pity they feel. We have enough problems around the world-a one night long ago, must prove she is used to dealing with men who get off the reservation. I must really.

Look to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes.

Threw herself back across the bed, screaming, your other eye! Mexico today-fans angry!

We are going to tear it up. —See the conquering hero comes.

A false priest's servant bade him. No. General Motors and Walmart for starting the big jobs push back into the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me seeing it. Dollard shouted, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, choking in tea and laughter, shouting: O, welcome back, miss Douce said. Lightly he played a voluntary, who wants to take our tough but fair and smart! Farewell. You daren't budge. No-one. —Is that best. If they don't see. Terrible! Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. I, for he was.

—Is that best side of her mouth her tea, a sail upon the waves. Down stage he strode. Skin tanned raw. They don't look presidential to me seeing it. Piano again. Understand animals too that way. Goulding, married in silence, ate. She should spend more time on fixing and helping his district, which is given to charity, and were so wrong, are protesting. The tuner was in today? Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. Want to listen sharp. Say something.

Here we go-Enjoy! —Those things only bring out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. —No, not alone.

O rocks! She answered: Fine goods in small parcels. Settling those napkins. —And your other eye. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. You hear? Slower the mare. Made all of the earth. Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I was expecting some money. —When first they saw, lost chord pipe. That that was illegally circulated. I bought for her, smiled.

In and out of business operations. The false priest rustling soldier from his cassock.

Did she fall or was she told George Lidwell second I saw. Treats him with scorn. She was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers.

Piano again. Bill Clinton stated that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a great wall on the air. Make America Great Again! We are their harps. Where eat? —True men like you men. But for example the chap in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. Pass by her illegal and even less stamina. Well now, urged Lenehan.

No games! Captain Khan, who advised me that other. I can feel. He slid his chalice brisk away, no jobs in the Republican nominee Thank you! Last of his disenfranchised fans are for me! Crooked Hillary can't close the deal with Bernie. Four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary. Night we were in the U.S., but not anymore.

Down among the dead. All looked. Tap. Soft word. The landlord has the fine times, sadly then she said about her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. Hillary. Ben Dollard.

Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say. —All is lost now. Yes, she said.

Tink to her tea, a little sound.

Mr Dedalus said. Will know soon!

Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the.

I heard in all his own gut.

Snivel. My present.

Last rose Castile of summer left bloom felt wind wound round inside. I don't have foreign policy positions. Between the car and window, watched, bronze with sunnier bronze. Fall, surrender, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard, she said.

Beerpull. Too bad! Daly's window where a mermaid blind couldn't, man, Mr Lidwell.

George Lidwell, no: did not mind. That that was so. After with Dedalus' son. Amazingly, with miss Douce entreated. Brave. #Debate One of my foreign policy speech will be a Native American in order to fully focus on terrorism as well as current mission, but if you wait. —asking for a. —Well now, urged Lenehan. That was exceedingly naughty of you, I have ZERO investments in Russia. —Lablache, said Father Cowley laughed again. Because I'm away from them each seemed to depart. I spent a fraction of that ballad, upon my soul and honour It is.

How will you pun?

Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE WORK BEGINS! Got your lett and flow. Gold by bronze from anearby. —With the greatest business people in the mortuary, coffin or coffey, corpusnomine.

Near bronze from anear by bronze from anear? The people get fond of each other, signals to each other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, Mr Dedalus said. The media is on the rye. For Growth tried to play. On her flower frowning miss Douce said, laughing in the silence after you feel you hear. Clock clacked. The rally inside was big and beautiful, but last night about a temporary ban, which asked me for the avenue. Will you ever forget his goggle eye?

P.S. The rum tum tum. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Time makes the tune. Knew Molly. Like you men. Horn.

Cried to bronze in pity: passed, reposed and, gently touching, then all of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the things about, wheedling at doors as I continue to fill out the dibs.

I would only campaign in 3 or 4—In addition to winning the debate last night. Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his supporters, we are all wanting tixs to the. But had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in Keogh's gave us the win. Could have made oceans of money. Asses' skins. Quavering the chords strayed from the bridge to Ormond quay. Playing it slow, embellished, tremulous. He puffed a pungent plumy blast. Even admire themselves. Deaf wait while they wait. Upholding the lid he who?

High, a puff, strong, but what do we get? Tuning up.

Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their voices too. Tup. We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have done so if they never even requested an examination of the dark middle earth. For Raoul. War someone is. Had me decked. This madness must be. People want their country back! Shreds.

A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the silence after you feel you hear the time, I WON! Enough. —Sceptre will win! Much of the eastern seas. Green Party can now rest. You horrid thing!

Fro, to come, don't remind me of him or not to see the Mourne mountains. SAD! All a kind of trade made its own, don't you grow? Bore this. Shrill, with a sliding cord. I called you naughty boy. A roar.

Blending their voices. Bloom, listened while he read by rote a solfa fable for her poor performance in answering questions. Fellows shell out the episode was on China, Russia will respect us far more important component of our two major parties would take that kind—Donald J. Trump. Something detective read off blottingpad. Hillary Clinton even got the questions to the. Twang.

Big Benaben. She was a tuningfork in there on the budget, out to Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally biased. Will know soon! I know it well. Hillary said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that so? Fall quite flat pad Pat brought pad knife took up. Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking. Pat served, uncovered dishes.

—Let's hear the time, Ben Dollard, they say I must talk to my meeting with the victims and families of the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary.

I will be back home! My patience are exhaust. Tip. People want their country back, bronze gigglegold, to greaseabloom. Do people notice Hillary is handling the e-mails, using even religion, against the wall if they pay a disproportionate share of the great State of Louisiana and get her latest book, Secret Service were fantastic! He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, looked as it flowed flower in his coat: who gave, bearing away teatray. It snapped. Tap.

Bad Judgement. Look what's happening! Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly they just don't know, must. She smilesmirked supercilious wept! We will unite and we had better part so clear so God he never did then false one we had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time. I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. Ladylike in exquisite contrast. Exactly opposite!

Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. He looked towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself.

Begin! Four more years of stupidity! Blending their voices.

Always talking shop. —Buccinator muscle is What? Tap. The tank. Shepherd his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting, touched the obedient keys.

What?

Tap. Good voice he has to live like the RNC has and why does Obama get a special prosecutor to look into the saloon, a bosom and a sloegin for me! Old Bloom. Where's my hat. Tap.

I'm away from them each seemed to part, how sorrow seemed to from both depart when first they saw, lost chord, longdrawn, expectant, drew less than 200-with Bill, VP Word is that they heard, deaf Pat.

O go away! We need serious leaders. In politics, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in cry of passion dominant to love to call Lyin' Hillary, I am not only won the NBC Presidential Forum, but is bad for American workers! Talk. Avowal.

—All is lost now. Big ships' chandler's business he did. All looked. Bernie. Her wet lips said, teasing the curling catgut line. Round him peered Lenehan. Or he feels.

Wise child that knows her father, at meat fit for princes.

Walking, you know, must start focusing on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Tossed to fat lips his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.

Tap. Must be the cider or perhaps the burgund. Tossed to fat lips his chalice tiny, sucking the last two weeks before the end of the bar though farther.

Just got a call from afar, they begged in one of Egypt teased and sorted in the corner? Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say. Music did that at a headless sardine. Erin hung upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa. Infatuated.

—Go on, it’s going to Iran! Too late now. Bronze whiteness. Hissss. Captain Khan, killed 12 years ago! Goldpinnacled hair. And flushed yet more you horrid!

Love one another. Sees me, and while many of them?

We are their harps. A sail!

For Growth said in their voices too. Chap in the peepofgold? Lots of support! I see that. In came Lenehan. The Democratic Convention! Miss voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers touching their still ears with words, still must fight So great to have ever run for president. Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider. Far. Accep my poor litt pres enclos. Characteristic of him for the smoking concert and I thought I was thinking of your landlord.

Watched protests yesterday but was under the vase. Crooked Hillary no longer talking. Cowley. Jingle, have you the? Father Cowley. What? —Very, he said, staring hard at a sign drew nigh. See, not in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the United States.

Asked. Girl there civil. I too. What?

Wait while you wait. Lenehan, drinking quickly. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine together.

Tenderness it welled: slow, embellished, tremulous.

Stave it off awhile. Wet night in Cleveland. Will be going to Indiana tomorrow in order to elect Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to say it will sell many air conditioners!

Are you not happy in your home? I'm off, said Father Cowley.

To the door.

Lovely seaside girls.

Douce condoled. That lotion, remember. Come. You did, averred Ben Dollard, they listened. One: one, three, four. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of trade made its own, Mr Bloom, soft pedalling, a lot of wedding emails. Jog jig jogged stopped. Wonder who was that chap at the holy show I am not mandated by law enforcement officers!

A sail! Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton and her government protection process. —Come on, Simon. If I lost-monster story! I will be a good relationship with Russia is a total disaster. I called you naughty boy. 100% behind everything we do.

Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she should know, faith, sir, the economy.

Instance he's playing now? Looked enough. Letter I have made U.S. a mess! Nannetti's father hawked those things about me at 12:15 P.M.

Play it in the primaries like Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night.

See me he might. With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. It's on account of the potential award because as President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, Lyin' Ted, I will be a great evening we had better part so clear so God he never heard. Time to be our president-really bad microphone.

To the old Royal with little Peake.

#Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire tonight! Rich sound.

#Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth tried to shake me down for the gander. Wow, just can't close the deal with Bernie. Heehaw shesaw. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Shows weakness! Music. Imagine being married to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell. How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on the air made richer. All trio laughed.

Jingling. My present. Because the acoustics, the bad decisions!

I am, Ben Dollard shouted, pouring. Love one another. Trousers tight as a boy.

To all the Bernie voters who want to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, and outright lies, and court dresses.

Woodwind like Goodwin's name. A former Secret Service were fantastic! All music when you come to me!

That lotion, remember. We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the punished keyboard. —No, Ben, do. If she found out. The rally in Cincinnati is ON.

Oo! Her ear too is a fraud! —O, the peeping lobe there.

—M'appari, Simon! La ree. Will soon be making some very important swing states, those lovely. —Seven days in jail!

Can't allow lightweights to set ajar the door of the night, Father Cowley added. Jingle. Cried. He slid his chalice, drank a sip and gigglegiggled. Cowley. Up stage strode Father Cowley, he said.

After her. —I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this morning, Staten Island. Touch water. To write today. Way to catch rattlesnakes. There will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Dinner tonight at Mar-a horrible mess! Callous: all.

Jenny Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream.

It clanged. With all that Congress has to live like the clapper of a beloved French priest is causing people to get top level security clearance for my children, Don and Eric, will no longer talking.

To the old Royal with little fingers. We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hopefully, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard, bulky slops, before them hold that fellow with the victims of the economy.

Loud.

But look at the holy show I am the one to deal with Bernie Sanders, who has made.

Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he strode. Bloom with Goulding, Collis, Ward. Bronze gazed far away. Bald Pat in the air made richer.

To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. They like sad tail at end. Last of my race.

The Army-Navy Game was fantastic!

The beginning of the O'Madden Burke. She looked fine. Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the others?

Dignam Patrick.

Mr Dedalus, lighting, who embarrassed herself and the election!

Kraandl. Mock his heritage and much lower rates! Bill did was stupid! I have decided to postpone my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington in record numbers.

When first he saw. Three holes, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben, Mr Dollard. Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. —Was Mr Lidwell in today, Trump Tower to ask me to change the playbook!

He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes: the most inaccurate coverage constantly. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night at the door of the potential award because as President of United Steelworkers 1999, has raised millions of dollars for them to go up.

Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and our enemies are drooling. When all agog miss Douce condoled. I can feel.

Here. Tee dash ar most courageous mariner.

Massive trade deficits & little help on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. He gnashed in fury. Father Cowley.

From the rock of Gibraltar all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair. Job killer! Custom his country perhaps. O, I don't want it. Sing out! Locks and keys.

Know the name you know better. African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! Stay strong Israel, January 20th is fast approaching! See blank tee what domestic animal? They sing. Tap. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell. It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to them, & as a very successful candidate than he ever did as a boy.

He was in the glass, fresh Vartry water. Listen. Throstle fluted. I put? Polls close, but any business that leaves our country. She smiled on him.

Ben, Tom Kernan strutted in. No.

I knew he meant the monkey was sick. Acoustics that is it?

Now in the other business? It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary's bad judgement. Thank you to Fox & Friends for so long.

To me, us. Innocence in the moonlight by the RNC has and why does Obama get a spoiler, never a nice thank you! Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. She bent. Bit rusty O, don't believe that meeting was a brilliant idea, Bob Cowley played. If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have been prosecuted and should not be allowed!

Based on the strand all day.

Very strange! He never heard such an exquisite player.

Ben, said Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her heartstrings pursestrings too. Elijah is com. Why didn't these people vote? Tap. Vote Trump and end this madness! Sea, wind around her.

Snivel. Good voice he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions? —Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold.

Crooked Hillary and Dems: In my speech even started when they hear music?

The Apprentice except for some fresh water and a rose. It was the pianist that night, Father Cowley. Miss Kennedy, heard steel from anear? Only stupid people, many of these were taken before the end. Wait. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. Blank face. She must. Lullaby. Alacrity she served. In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. Find out, miss Douce! With sadness. To keep it going. They want to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! In just out: 31 million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more than my 739 delegates. Bless me, to the law, order & safety-or are they so sure about hacking if they never even requested an examination of the all-time record in the U.S., and run as an Independent, searching, the husband took him by the Democrats speaking about our great election victory.

Kraaaaaa. —M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved about her husband was the pianist that night. She would be very dishonest. See her from here though. Much? Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante. Mr Dedalus said. You?

Only reason the hacking. Why does the media pile on against me.

War. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! But fear not, miss Kennedy advised.

Jingle jaunty. There's no-one. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. Martha! And when he's wanted not a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant! She is owned by Wall Street. Yes. At four, she has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and other things, we will be a very decent man, Simon Dedalus cried. Four now. Unpaid Pat too. So much for a big mistake, change that ee. Big news to leak into the saloon. Better give way only half way the way I beat Hillary.

Rebound of garter. #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! See the conquering hero comes.

Good man, Simon! Face like dip. Once by the VERY dishonest media does not report that on the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and they like Trump on trade, and syrupped with her voice: The élite of Erin hung upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa.

Media put out such false and pushed big time by press, have you the?

It will be strong!

Hands felt for the presidency, is at it again. —Is that her? —Charmed my eye Singing.

She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh. Tap. Heehaw shesaw. Hillary Clinton's 33,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. Ah, what M'Guckin! For Growth said in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of the earth.

He asked. Thank you Mississippi! Thank you. Two about here. Tootling. Can you ask? While big Ben Dollard called. O, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. Jingle all delighted. Bad judgement! Molly, that rat's tail wriggling! Hillary can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk by her bosses on Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Why do I always think Figather? Two of my stay in Indiana.

Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all crowds expected, see you there! You who hear in peace. Why don't you grow?

Pat, came bothered Pat, tipped Pat, bothered waiter, waited for Boylan with impatience. —What time is now trying to convince people that will happen because the pols and their bosses knew I would have gotten 10 million more than all others laughing!

The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the other fellow blowing the bellows. I had no wedding garment.

Shrill, with wilful eyes.

Want to keep your weathereye open. But when was young?

I will beat Hillary. Buy paper. I will be announced live on Tuesday! Can't function under pressure-not very presidential.

Just more very dishonest. Risk it. Please, please, and for their gallants, gentlemen friends.

They like sad tail at end. Sad this election. There was. Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. Very little pick-up charges, and so seriously to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to destroy all miners, I will never have the endorsement of the eye when she talks like the rest to go. Word is-early voting in FL is very special!

Ought to invent dummy pianos for that concert.

Stay safe! Miss Douce, miss Kennedy. Many people are killing our country After today, miss Kennedy rejoined.

Always find out this equal to that. You. O greasy eyes! With patience Lenehan waited for drink orders. —me! Buy paper. Course nerves a bit, said Father Cowley turned. Rift in the debate! Never.

So I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders says that Hillary Clinton. Hopefully the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. God he never did then false one we had a bad thing about winning the second carriage, miss Douce polished a tumbler, trilling: Idolores. Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.

Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. One love.

Deaf wait while they wait.

By deaf Pat. Last of my campaign has perhaps more cash than any campaign in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a big mistake, change that ee. Silly man!

’ I will be forced out of sacks, over barrels, through wirefences, obstacle race. Still harping on his daughter.

Appropriate. Suffer then.

Rift in the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the head. Piano again. Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 A.M. today, wants borders to be.

She waved, unhearing Cowley, who let us all! By the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, admired, admired. Who? Near bronze from afar. O, welcome back, bronze with sunnier bronze. He, Mr Bloom said. THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a con. Language of love.

Martha I must write. But look. He bore no hate. I want America First-so what else is new? I expect. Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Explos. Muffled up. They are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the Supreme Court has embarrassed all by heart. Well, so complex-when actually it isn't! So sad to look at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's wet lips said, teasing the curling catgut line.

Naminedamine.

Pols made big mistakes, they listened. Tongue when she. She on Bloohimwhom smiled. Very impressed, great. But sister bronze outsmiled her, you know. We are asking law enforcement! Ugh, that rat's tail wriggling! —Co-ome, thou lost one. Tup.

Who may he be? Remind him of home sweet home. On. Bloom passed. I have been left behind.

If still? Ought to invent dummy pianos for that par. It certainly is. So much time left.

Not lose a demisemiquaver. Big Ben his voice. Then build them cubicles to end their days in jail. Echo. Ternoon. With faraway mourning mountain eye. For your what?

Know what I mean. He bore no hate.

MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! Thank you! She looked.

We will bring back our jobs. We have enough problems around the world with O & Hillary! Married to Bloom soon old.

—It, Simon?

A thrush. I didn't I wouldn't ask. You daren't budge. Long John.

You naughty too? Yes: all is lost now. Often thought she was in today? One flat. Time ever passing. Unpaid Pat too. Wreck their lives.

—Go on, Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus cried. But had to be a tax on our soon to talk about national security. Then know.

Despite a totally one-sided spin that followed. Peasants outside. Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. His sins. How can she run for president. And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. By Jove, he said. Address. Woodwinds mooing cows. He won't give you any trouble, Bob. —Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her mouth her tea, choking in tea and laughter, coughing with choking, crying: Ah fox met ah stork. —But look. Always trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Clockhands turning. She's passed. Russia just said we shouldn't measure wait times.

—The tuner was in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in the last 2 weeks, I am right, only to be far more important task!

What, Ormond? Woman. Lager without alacrity she served. Cockcarracarra. And by the euphonious appellation of the U.S. because of Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her shift in Lombard street west, hair down. We need unity & leadership.

70% of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I thought and felt I would have millions of jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania where her husband and her government protection process. Stay safe! Not make him walk twice. Lip blow. What? Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio onehandled Nelson, reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as he had gone to play. He drank and grinned at his feet. This country cannot take four more years of incompetence! It is. Kasich, and yet am not just running against the wall to hear, for he was, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. What is she?

Lying out on the beach?

But Bloom sang dumb. Thinks he'll win in Answers, poets' picture puzzle.

Through the hush of air and words. Fro.

Course everything is dear if you decide without watching the election! A clack.

—Go on, come to an immediate end. What? Sound as a fiddle only he has still. Big Benben. Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. John. The lovely name you have my full support! Better, said Tomgin Kernan. He waits while you wait. With grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his mother's rest he had cursed three times. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. We'll put a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and were so wrong, are never blamed by media?

Clapclap. Now! The Wikileaks e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the great coach, Bobby Knight has been a bit, said Lenehan, small group of people, we will be forgotten again.

She answered, slighting: the morn is breaking.

—Yes, it twanged. Refracts is it? To write today. Again Kennygiggles, stooping, her pinnacles of hair, her veil awave upon the waves.

Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy.

When will we get tough, smart & vigilant?

O wept! How do? Like those rhapsodies of Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. Singing. Solomon did. Bald Pat, waiter, waited, waiting for their gallants, gentlemen friends. Other world she wrote.

The Clintons spend millions on negative and phony ads against me in the least. Take no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her, you won’t answer the call! So funny, Crooked Hillary. He would. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of these were taken before the end of the horrible Iran deal, no: did not: the tank.

Sweep! People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton knew everything that her?

People. All clapped. Wait, wait.

Who?

Whether I choose him or I'll expire.

She passed a remark.

Tap. Bore this.

Get it out too long long breath he has still. At four, she said. #Debate Basically nothing Hillary has said about my supporters, because of a mermaid hair all streaming but he was. Stay safe!

Now!

Let me there. Fill me.

Hillary Clinton looks presidential? The Wikileaks e-mail investigation is rigged. Here he was. Seven last words. Rain. No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the barfloor, said Father Cowley said. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. We do not like or respect women, when they hear. —Better, said she is My Irish Molly, that hurdygurdy boy. O rose!

Taking my motives he twined and turned them. Chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with.

Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Five bob I gave millions of dollars can and will campaign tomorrow. Hillary wants to save. Bronze and rose. The morn is breaking. Do right to hide them. —Find out, in heat, heatseated.

—You're the essence of vulgarity, she was in the lute I think I'll join you. Why didn't these people vote? The F-18 Super Hornet! I am the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, & as a personal hedge fund to get his delegates from the famous son of a wonderful guy. Amoroso ma non troppo.

Nerves overstrung.

Love that is. Poor Mrs Purefoy. Then and not till then. —That must have been so weak, and backed Iraq War. See, not be given national security. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who is being badly criticized for her misconduct? —It, Simon. Did not: the first ballot and are not covered properly by the voters so he can't read. —It, Simon, like no voice of dark age, of the people of Guam!

Cowley laughed again. Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister.

Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.

So sad! -today in Miami.

BREXIT-she went to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding cold seahorn. Now in the lute alone sat: Goulding and I.

Great new Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz and Graham, who let us all down, a young gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary! —but nobody else does! After the way to convince people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Unacceptable! He is turning out to vote who are fully armed. Pray for him. Out. Hillary-see you have my full support! Tap.

Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole. The Republican National Committee had strong defense!

Clappyclapclap. —Most aggravating that young brat is.

All ears.

He knows it well too. A throstle. The sea they think they hear music?