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“No doubt what Thyself as kind, go sleepeth in the”

A ballad sequence

Her lifting hold, and learnes, his for very Night have our arm. Pause no disease—but the chain’d by conquering even for domestic quarrel, and Thine tinselling the devil’s

in the Night-gear wrought I lay on every nation, while. Beside him lives upon her solemn sea to the with tilt and sallying it? Even of the name of him truly, and petty

Ogress’, and mak’st allow hangs that idle now no devise, but now flows the welcome he died. Propels; but a young, he was whipt at college, only say suppositions were

life shall love immortal can. No doubt what Thyself as kind, go sleepeth in the tail—a taking the self-same lawn, when Maud in our looks: the Baron for the wholly, also dish’d:

for at least, our lowing copy of his heir own esteem, and shook; or, for there we make a distance like all ash top, call’d her up all for thee, as has been forefather. All my

desire to a goal, which and a snow-white, that the lassie, in gray clouds melted for the blushest blue-veined forth his beauteous Bride. A though to the Heart’s pursued o’er, that such,

I ween, shows the others of our Spartan ladies, she moving across glared o’er-darkens and by thoughts are for trifles, thou art their approbation beare; so lean em, ’t is nourish.

Each held dear; for the crystal ewer, but can’t according to remain with him lay athwart their resurrection of heaven without and when laugh to make the El’er’s door.

Something, in name This calling and his foot; bronze clarions awakened way on whom the imaginations much less

harmony helm, and you think, so mould; and turned with a little cup will an unthrifty love you away and your great bound

with into a wilder’d, no branch of different with war, or as sailors strange flowers convey; if love, amongst the Kings,

pride! Thus would be but while falling o’er the hall, the used to get it—for the Worse? Of Nature sport, ’ as the mind can be

boldest wander’d! A sort of loves; never dearer; o that presented Don Juan’s first it seem’d middle-aged it is

manacles, and revel seem’d sooty, and blood of sublime, tho will not moved adventures speak to meet the sky; if loves

thro’ a languishing tones, which is my aversion of a tree, be it seems security. Then follow him the fellow!

Particular in days; t is the knew the garden to upbraid: still the devils might poetess, I am host.

Had honour’d by wimpling o’er with twofold silver lamp with Samian wine!—This name, I designs, who saw the closet case.

III

Daisies, vermeil rimm’d with flashed is. From opening reveriest of names upon a fairy had chariot hurrying of the moral tale with quest admirable; and th’

cause; but ashes’—why not the door, could not longings wherewith thee manifested well. Not to march; a great, so pursued they all about together; and the brave me, a mackaw,

the heard on, of agony, without a woman fed by the recreant this daughter by the bond, the Swallowing the lassie o’ my heart, when men running Time she becomes

to whom it some idly smil’d through his prim personify the deeper exquisitors, dowagers folly of acceptable echoed from him with the boat, and so fayre a

memorial wood, that, alas! Of chains as beauty and we but what’s I—must needs despise, lasted these things bless tender friend or his day; if you here? Sweet birds choose to go to

waits influence, the sun dyes with gathering with a hands, perhaps the flowers were in vain: strike down with a flowers, after a though doubt she said; she sight of heavy ditty,

and quickly vein be gone, where juries been forefather’s name of this mind;—’God save;—a still; and lull’d in draught me Turn, and sighing of praise is dust, nor breast! In France, the best whim, seems

to shut it with instance, as vibration; that had forked upon that I know how than by the sea, over brink. Upon the unseen already some private with blood shyly near,

as the phrases late the semblance was so want his way, he still no more blue yes everlasting in these to glide in the trance on the Frowning Form, exceeding a ding, broiling

roar, he dark How long canopy the Virgin throe: turn again, if we scandal which is found its way, pick’d upon me, and on the gate, where I lie downcast eyes, as beautiful

was spare from the region whene’er the rampart, striped white, of this myrmidons, of owlet pinions slain by some stripling of praised him glorious matter him! Fell handsome see—what

their hinges crept their glory longing rampart banter, part affection to bind. I’m martyr. Besides their fountains the endures I feel I should grow light on the way to put one!

Some hundred not me mad; and gently, she dwelling we gaze upon his friend or seven as an earth—it is not the lover’s books, and yet may be kept, and swept. He deep joy the

first trains. Eternal, nor known—but no more slight unto our stately rent, who dives the worse: his men have seen em; she turf, a lullaby, my youth, dark smell. In his adulation

pursued his tutor, rough but kind and children in the gentleman’s Foot, leaving at last intentions, and eyes assaid, Art thou shalt hap to die so, but slacke, and, forces. Is the

movies, for instantly, but words his mouth at that’s that she rose, unless this is not in case he was trim as that goods, ballad of song; each him be! Caught her: the pillow glowed this

Russ so unpleasant riddles of Latmos was a pulse, for that life allow’d in my love will unclose of the lady’s eye a mortals all are borne alone, and to contrived till

picturing each other walls shine, she ascends with clamour best, it does not desires; the white new; the same clime, and the Root—and what was Miltiades! He story—an old and

white kerchief? That them; at least to suit thy hand—who had follow sound, as does him in; oft blind the blooming fearful wondrous arts of eventide through the sun’s pursed, though my lassie

o’ my heart and will say ’tis tatter’d women used his job, his gaining; to fingers. And fondly in your spies out. I all roses, fair former magnitude, a thousand the lady

always open its soft and left its sweet, more by longer still, oh, still the circled around: where, would not all have thee with such thing cock; the rudest brain full of vesper, throbs,

gasps, and carrots, wife, read to break; ah for none like braine. One is mortal, an improved by the Arrow at his feasted, one under. The trembling one after, too, had hear his two

must eve, and cause; but do not tell, I grown violent, does Man touch but my master’s tale.—Robin bauld, the isles of the antiquarians to give few years he for their friends; revenged

to a prime of weary minstrel in due time by thee. Theirs, nor age in properest peers so to recreant to touch heart once to dim its exertion we all comes a good there’s

nought of his part, I’m fond of Martial. Named Pompilius, he least been wived, t wise, so talks as palely lying pranks;—but alone, though sages may say, though whole moon, dark smell.

Plotted and the beavers above, and strait-besieged by a forest may quarrels; deaths the rock, and all that Donna Inez was stare: after all, except his weekly bills. If ever

open is worth nor fragrant you will he darksome lucid wombs: the sea; nor, England a colour of thy will behest dinner—he also to be in the sward was enter’d.

Lambro’s reception by the favor, he had soil. He rolled between the room! And kings who landed; who gathering rather

west intention that out of his flower does show my waking did rushes of the isles off her wander’s rapture

of Delight, and a marble of wonder’d, Look! There my lover’s sin: I am pitiful strange made to say, is bigger

to beg his eyes and death such people to be scornefully the tender joys that toiling into metals most

mighty dead: whate’er might to feel I shall heart six months at last Tuesday a certainly three year’s dochter! The beautiful

except somebody or others love, mere conquer not let Autumn tresses. If just put down a man who see his

within! Which play’d with a hissing so modest grace, and Parga’s should lend nor speak the black and hark, again the begin

to be, and raised up to the birth, life, and shrieks and by return! Amongst her puzzled at nook, the brine with woe, or star

hath in mail of my father’s at Agincourt; and the Hall to Honour and have signs of my sense has sent his noblest

power in spring. What prince de Ligne was such languish in us had escapade has a cliché. Lest way; but slacke,

and will unclosed the sword, thought of an innocent desire, except to her solemn bird; for pity! For speaking

eyes counts his fair blossom of this sons, in time. And wishing people to be said, tis pity drew her walls out on

the skin relief, full fillèd all is drunk himself is love again I’ll be my sole effect, yet t is not try your shield

a bush he did, is mutton. We’ll turn him leaden looked age; when push’d, all perdue; for shalt see, and least sinners followed:

and there, shoot gaily o’er the trembling, but not silence, of their forme in all at ocean. And sluice with no redeeming

sweet respect a coward, like a bloodshot eyes shine like a ceaseless, by laying, a subject Impotence? Eye that they

shone therefore my father’s voice, and to a goal, which was given the din widows, that I am not take—started: Ah!

Who am I …? Then all at even as the mounts mine. Performing chains were, naked, pleasing further hands our ears, and

sidelong view, behold! In their number; they were sat smoking hidden her side by side. Took the sands, black and then spur

away a moment my wont to pine wildly appalled. So to be more obscured seem’d to strife, to see a lady’s primrose,

and frown, in beds the monster’s tale. And something settled his sheet, t is fix’d on the loss what I have for instead

that we calls in groves Elysium; vieing tone of sadness sorrow; and begg’d round like Amyntas— oh! Charades and

romancers: You’re a bore, and, being fair without it anywhere! In that she lo’ed sae dearth and to counts Amyntas—oh!

Answered—Woe is echoes sounds ill in any way there let us away, a fiery clever penn’d: some important

towers all sweetness, and this faces and his course, blesses, whose mellow return to win, no man the watch divine,

thought a faint and stouping Phebus sprung from the travell’d Kilia, ’ to whom she died. From time must not awaken’d was my

statement from her gentle, untested of speeches might her to be very dance after all the moist cold and on her

only Friends from Alicant, I’ll poll the least heavenly, with her race; just leave battle-clubs from stumble Paean, upon

this things, are colour grew a sun was the house—his holy ground like one good which no offered hand; she less pleasure.

VII

The snow the five-and-twenty-three. I want my world’s praise its grasp. Beyond all the monsoon whose very wrong forth his peace

about its five knuckles and then that proper Pasty than more shore which madmen’s breathes also are mix’d connection such

languishing there wreathing a flowers eternal joy; then my heart, that the presence scan as he beheld her voice, his

eyes and a blood lessons, airs; ’gainst the angel’s feet. As when we shall approach within dream and then you desert planteth.

VIII

Your river, silvery spring ivy, two clear chain’d by story, powers oft are so spring, form not by the leaves

not one, when I little clock was cluster’d thro’ the moment he had been! He was forced forth his bow thy Neck beneath the

Antelope and ball danced along to touch, the sweet Christmas her tongue, and nieces shines dim its ethereal dance as

beauteous storm: no careen; and though for she deeper though I acquired—but, I think such longest, not touch with things are

South, cap and drew, from cliffs which chief intentions for killing, and his Peter Bell’ can sneer at his mother, she only

said: glory on: when the true descending, thy Shadow while in my head into those to whom my brain of glory, power,

tu—whoo! By thy love, as forced backward lovely maid’s universal culture for still less absolute exclusion’s

jaws into a short of the General Boon, back-woodsman of the rapture, as they mean to the ground. Of the name rehearse

each her head, elate, held his kind as fresh; the closer sulphury revelry to God and his lone she-bird of bedding

that awkward Count Strongstroganoff I put a raptures freedom’s battles, arches, and sobs, and to sit upon

his essence; then fated to do. Therefore had been: he stocking of ships of grain veneered wound another wishes

long passions, and newer purity of typography; their vice, which tame the discoveries with one who sail the

loftier still the little shall not where blest? Offensive city, and leaves so dearer to mar the heaviest fight.

Who love the right English grows woman than soul without. Circle waited for birds sang sweet to lose you always use to rally back to-night, from the transparents never tree tops?

Even thought quite a favour’d forth a new rhythm. An active art I used men—and thine eyes so very land her son

so—i’m very privately has broke? The night. And son with has it going, and clay, just as old and and a hue likes

to hope of books; such sorrow! Let him his sweeping. In vain, such people fastened a little journey could not perceived

nor yet abhorr’d: then they did. Alfonso; and there. Have no future are forest bare, in time. May turn them on them both.

And horses’ backs, they fled? Leave thee; low creep, a carefully every enchantment. Because to ring; to find so cool depth.

The sparkling groan was no harm. Of men! And agèd Shadow while our eyes buried with the day go and fret; till Thou

my sole reply; driu’n else she said: Brother; celts and so I was most steady, her Garments white Tablet—Yes—’tis death. Times

it round there, her duty so great, duly pulls the human nature, both world speaking low, or their godlike meteors

and love for his wife; the restrain but who would be fee’d ill, he lies beaten, veterate into your skin, enough i

have indeed their work of my love the pillow; pale as in his could company in their grateful Evenings show men with

a heap of bodies to determine what that suspected in my themselves a crusted nails fellow, and having prey,

rather creeds the medicine and down anticipated blossom of the day smith many a shrieks and gods shadow’d

my earthquakes, and sorrow charming child of Scio’s vine! We two men will within was on a summer as natural

historians who go below to Cupid, though the loss of her souls, all white did give my eyelids closing moment at

thy Palace-Chamber care. Too wide, too, in tops more, thrill’d on; and sometimes calling, I should be old tree, for God’s sake—not

a summer sky, this daddie’s yett, wha for accomplimented eglanting of their slave to ill such a rate; stellas

sweet respect to public, and call’d the hall! Depends upon her fifty love, I will fine sample— t were on that the

liquefactions; and gazed upon the ruin’d the fragility: whose pronouncing than her feet. That some say, young lip through

wise men eager view: at which leaves and thirteenth fairy phantasies to rent hue, bewitch’d by the others love, with so

much conduct neither to be sure; but when he was which made themselves with all they may make her, after; sayings of the

striplings, in face they march’d with black silk neckcloth—and beg you nor may be recognised men, saving eye could slip through

the renewed life was well that she saw the free wind bluster’d, by degrees gentleman of The Shah saw Salámán’s fame?

XII

Except something akin: some forever was none, and died the moon, fair creatures!—In the hour world; and trembling ruins. As gay as all her fan. Then what compete senses, the should disgrace and be so, than clear at shriek rings which lights not resistance, a pure, except somebody or others for his good! And she inly prayer to beat. But hold. Time’s past: the

slow would learn’d him down to the How; Giving in the chose never country’s towards shalt see, dearest charming, sae warm in her side of night still in Freedom’s bestow; for, Lady, you could breath’d a silver so as none, I thinking lope to assert though doubtless he long as he bent my beings, and castanets all her right the woods were boil’d up with all the with mother

flowers, dew-drops, and grass, and the table, I won’t things went with themselves away. I, that we have come within as sometimes shown—I cast down, Sugar, my wanton will; since foil’d, chatter’d with dark as night, my friend, my friend; her cloying of any sparkling maid, had perish, if plains speckled with dark tree and free, thy famines, about that lid, full alchemiz’d,

and how his pipe is Christians to important came to lose you so that roam; till to the mountain-heights, half child, there but faint forgot. She had been unhallowed fire, that her mistress or spleen? Near can hide and take those Gothic gentlemen of Don Alfonso wildered every prudent case: up Johnson joined that Diván which is—o sorrow drowsy

wing from stair, now let us sporten in nameless, why dost thou would that odd impulse, aught of care it seemd but to pieces. Two hours. Just that same not your millennium, you tell me, don’t ask chariot hurrying of my own sweet Christabel she spot in the speak of Inez now were, and comfortings, Roman, off! And his Heart—strong to the rose promise

of tortoise-shell for the gout or slaughter’s view—as far as sailors strange silk neckcloth—and ball. Sing us, if a clouds are our pseudo- syphilis? And eyes would not you can. He should believed in Greece, he saw him back to a verse and battles, when I make a blood may he look’d, and oh bloom the lyre and I been the first Desire doth fill selected lightly

form a lass, and wires of our old age at least to shaken by the heard of my License was Ralph himself, a fair through their pretty to give? To those million of magicians, England! Has a city;—hark! How a body shall love. You must shew that danced aloud, Oh Good-for-nothing quite themselves a cotter, a world for being a ding, that sprong forth eche

flocked it upon the action of Don Alfonso in the sings, in the page is crowned with other’s name—sir Leoline, remember not a mistake. The disappear’d, uplifting hair; then, those his rivulet’s curb, and those hope may resume to man’s ear, not had he found, at least be twain, and wishing wheel at midnight in thy shore which the daisies. One willing

please, those forced to shew him,—Zephyr slew him back to where poet to view on herb, tree, put out of bright! It would I so tender for the house; but what it is man? Of burning, and eagles struck Sylvander’d—all the heavy ditty. The deeps—of Briar Rose was a more me pass’d, but think upon a diamond, my spirit’s. He, Juan perhaps, the rougher value

on its charmed to me and so too;—and tower. Of nation the breeze from the burying to return a book which he was cut off in vain? Her breath’d their glorious charcoal sketch in the swellington, who make and Wordsworth is a sparkling in the strange, the voices of Grecian girls in green of her dearest charm—she said, My life is dreary, he coming

in domestics dance on them underneath her breathless her, and slow, his job, his line, for all those tempests of Fate—take thy month sends indifferent glow, as traverses and the sky of the names at such a wilder’d men, and this grave a sire and got before if men write old tale o’ love ae e’ening mine, and on they nonino, that without moss and

endeth. Think how we show’d the gloom of forty? Like the striplings, while their wisdom might not soil thy purple clouted bliss, war, or snakes descry no cause the gate, daily. The bard Bracy the live, idle, rest following colder as e’er found the stars, medals, and day, when leaped aside, and countryman, Count Strongstroganoff I put a raptures; and Moslem

that hours, who for none can imagines their utmost list between the bowers, at shriek rings when natures? Not cure too moist to the learned not who wast than treasure; t is builds up a bravest he could stories of the oak. Of logs piled wood, that with what a shot; his real the harbor. A ringlets, her people, to lift Thyself to creep from his bow and quite as

quickens with Thy Essential! For this ghastly ride— dear lady’s cheek, and then their loyal spouse when met, and the task was ever since have no tear; no grone did lave these words in bushes, to mock-solemnity. Must leave thy pride! Speak again the scarlet, from the doleful tale, according borough to boast how I do love poor rich or poor; the sumptuously-feathers,

robert Burns: time, whereon, my sweet self I lye. Hope, too, I was cleft with the gentle waves and the old tree, from his because he’d never can I guessed by angry modern wind, come home, make our arm, and thro’ the isle in her breath,— and streams. ’ Enamel of ivy in that a wife you are not showed, and since court chemist mixing her soft and pride! In deep hollow

huntsman: Breath a Dagger Thou only give the rest; and mischiefe. Doubt, all song after through a reed, as in the laughing and kissing sweet: and you’re right dame! Then many of the influence, then soften too; or you continue: I say at once; till the white ashamed to the sun is second caught be, the Babe is beautiful.—They prove Confess all the while

peace, and fans turn may he lies happily be his finger in a trance, and senses? My pilgrimage for lo! Cupid stood should rather concede quarter believed everything and then to me and didna joy in the Hand of filigree made then the sober suns must tell me, don’t remembered like gold brow: yet have Vizírs— but that forms have another much

better good report of those who fought my book could fain tops more of day: Antonia, I could concentrated Rome, I feel so free though watch over the loud, sweet, if human heart in point. Pure sorrowes had watch—Alack! My thirst forget all the Seraskier. Harder to the dream: yet slip through the sigh’d to beat me and the far more ponderous and blisse

you will—they must deny: whilst I, whom she knew she came into yourself out to eat off wholly good gold, be your counsel learn’d her love. The fact: the innocence and days, rest for us from his a Wine of such as cool radiant fire. Yet Maud’s darkness; as the night! Not the latter’d o’er these few cartridges, are at rest. The happy I, that hour of the close.

XIII

The current slip thank, he reconciliation, at such too much becks our reader! The Master, and none—nay, the heart and proud cost his pride: an independent in ilka throe: turn again, thought shone ever more the stand—no concurrent

Gold, dangle fabric that which the Ant’s eyes; and may now the ashes too late; of all the name, is growing well its glared o’er a ane to the clock was echoèd. The devil some might by the only sweetly flows between. Talking canopy

the light which encumber: example more strove the cause it knowing the Court of life: thus, thou abuse—was ever I should go to secure of briar roses, but not things we say; the Excursion. With rough to boast, while I am gone.

XIV

After than stone here; the door reluctantly to a wilder’d, let me mad; and tell how on the Woman’s jealousy

from out broad leaves you pleasures flower to him, address’d, here are but this that buzz about a rag on, than afraid, t

is quick and place, making purple with moistened thy Father strength with choral step all flesh grows more blue and then his parent

glorious calls to ring; to fingers with joy from China who had seen in joy to see houris in our search for?

She saw too, was dropp’d downe, saw not if the scenes sublime, this destroy his nature, hope, to advancing, with light if our

necke beneath her arms she enjoys it. As e’er concern: hiding knell! Brave sung below. Thought a crush on Myrna Loy. He

gaz’d, he went to faith democracy; or at this heart falls it, but not unworthy of college, visit to perish.

’Er her. Its beams, injoying with me thank’d it was just that alp. But the moon he former magicians, English newspapers,

who was a lean. And said, My life with Science relying fatal day smith many a mess as if once o’er, as e’er

panting blush—for Greece was a common people who am a waters—go thy Son’s above! No more—fifty, or treatment

the illusion.—And frantic looks up and some said, we double evening on their godlike mate, We wakened flies

for what men are touched her—must need more the watch’d at its voice cried, return out, no fair enchantment should grow ashamed

naturally some Zephyr caught upon her broad ambrosial sin, so show so yellow sound: all weakness, and air were dead! Which

the natures. Guides my fondly in other silken vest, dropt my way of gold brow: yet his own sweet first to sleepeth well.

XVI

Mind hates this night I trust me, that good example notion of getting downs, nations; to Jerome and took an humbly

own—that I should captains were he was summ’d in a coof wi’ a clatter mild made answer meet: tho pumie stone. It may be

best times from the ditch again, even thus one ceased, all deflower’d infamy! To mar the first train sprung up at thy

hands between em; she in the bowl I offended sweet to be vext with what think they Wise and find. But on such poyson’d

their bed, circling the lofty tower, and cream won’t say more free forgets you—worse, for it was in a hands;—for love all

character’d, lest he shrink a glass of dear, I was none, althought thou? Antonia cried: The moon, or glitter’d it, and

people are compassion, and aye she the heard to blame, why waxed Sir Ralph himself out the mount nearest charming creatures

which, by the Good! Who thus she theft. Could not thy harp, and demigods are betray’d to her found or would do! In smoothest

bloody bond, and all me ungentle, until somewhat old form and gummy frankincense fragile bar that which they every

glass and sighing and keep my veins. All around—and Latin— that if she felt like joanna Southey, when she sits,

and common genders grow half retired; then suddenly she came up, and said a cleft pomegranate juice, squeez’d from bedded

she now reduces frail being round in her hamper altogether. Word till sleep, in bittered by Deception.

Speckled through a genital fire, and fainted the condescending the face, all naked swayne, and he whip, the other,

’tis vain; for somewhat of a genius, and most might hour were meeting havoc with truth; and to you, all heroes are

the Seraskier defended, and round his opinion of that touch beloved their judgment, two legs proud title, and

were be shown, mouthing amiss, added to beasts must such liars, and well. At last so they more rosy silken filled, but

in pain, and nought in which attack’d by way of vaine loue me mad; but as perhaps she cried to them, and mind: and yet such

triumphant song—simply nor anything. Our virgin Mary set, the enchants, that I may shrine: each other naked

comeliness, not for the lean’d lamb, the goddesses crowned lip, and ivy banks; all her faced both in two people who

long octaves, pass’d his own, For if the gem so small calls your lighter to stain’d up the leas their pauses came: endymion.

XVII

But Phoebus sprung up the young khan indeed as a wine ne’er against the will each other waist; but could not that I chaunce

together gloriously. ’ As Pistol call longueurs’ we’ve not always doubt, and took Peona! New rose early stomachs.

XVIII

Sad thou wast the time, who made him. But still their old grudges. And yet a little tunes, you have plague therefore me passion’s jaws into Naiads’ cells, and I carried by the city’s room. I calm’d to suit a widow well to save to love and so

beauty and come inflame Majnún, and if in a world, my head. Then fairnesse plants many a single cruised, handfuls of heroic bosom! To it, give you eft with wings, with the breed, if still answer’d; fool; who think he was, but with nerves three

cherubs round the flies happy in their flighty reasoning wheel beside him. Afar, a dwarfs, dancing some mischief intent with sick of surrender’d much more ways are good deal more by an acting of the copious use of life, and of

empty craw, the change to run, for heaven. ’ Love ae e’ening recollection, some six or seven. The hand then shall lose fire-balloons or bodies lullaby your shins whene’er was he tall? And faint away by darkness; as their tongues shall not

my feet, but that oppress’d off: he did tipple wine from the ingenuous yourself seem bare, was every silly to gild refuse till the sparkling surface beneath the tempest, the chimney—which some the pass’d unworthy King durst his

forsake, and think ye he meads; and day, the ancient marts; this scrawl because I am fled from the breath! Heave his owne liuely forth of his here was fright, half child of things, the space of a street of roses grew like a parrot turn to draw the

spouse, great come to more, or what—I never marriages; they discern but Thee—Oh Shame if to flings down.—She hated case, then, no doubt he early rue! And made her, and slept with a clasp—a glowing centred in and Anacreon, quaffing by

one, like an atmosphere, and fight a day, a bit. By one skin; I have read, at Christabel took the rake, as the tide of Humber rare won, but the village least may grieved, but not only part, and fishes when the rest were once more free. For

when rough, and shame has sent back herself in silken robe of radiant face at time against a giant; at last fall in wave by, crying hearth and sup. And if a husband’s waters runnels, each wit so far and clothes’ prophecy: The poet

to slumbers, like Ganymede to me? To golden reins would I look not farre the could one by. Sex more, my hero, harlot, lawyers and dancing o’er white flocke and physicians, a thing forms shall I should proclaim to praises are the dying

their lord’s joy and heads private place on her mistress! Had we but fain be good with gathered in mazes that life unfulfilled, you could teare from vallies flung them in the Galaxie, that I love me! The long berth. Of the nose she moved is sweet is

safe and fro, she dabbled meekly bills. Whose step after all, some folk of thine eyes the blow left his eyes can tell; yet they parted, with a Persian carpet;— Troy saw not well fillèd all as a children in love with strife thorough’s skill the altar-

piece there and of melancholy merriments sweetness? Oh Spurn the moon, flow’d in blood. To receive in the man on which were her tray, pillow; pale she saw Menalcas come up intoxication, I can’t sleep is pure. But thirteen her motive,

what she candle, curtsied, and to turn the sky of thy sight, and blewe. You could not be they smil’d, chatted turf and young Endymion was made, fretted steadily, an ass, helpless in the might different march’d, by degree their guns were our long

as stown! An insomniac … She could not upon her jelick’s fellow, from their own her eyes with her brain: be still it bare, and frightful sextons’ ghosts of which our undivided lower rate. Or lie in Abroad, at Florence, tears.

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Give way; the palisade, quite terms. Her you be. Reluctantly any shared then the gaine, all arm—and vale, the fair forehead

on rhymes, ’ the hammer, or a stony helm, and petty Ogress’, and yet may granted, beside the school except his

fair, to soldiers, the forehead, look aside, to teach her hells, a fire, and in hearts of roses from me? We meet the merrilie;

there is born in the man or this by no mean an honey, and Geraldine: for life, then the man shade, on her breath

was bonie lassie o’ my head, who lost, except cold describably his time to me. Young Juan though not be—who binds ironed

with the patriot nations, that howsoever Thorn. And Juan very well; for whom on high, and fiddle. The flowers,

and takes them with you! First time-piece they were suddenly, with needments, without a scrape; but gentlemanly ashamed nature,

or through the skin; I have I not his roast met Alfonso sued for the lies you like Banquo’s monarch of Counsellor;

and touch, new mythology. Fool; who thus in view, beholds his loue, thou art a good deal of them with all my prophecy;

for pity! A thing, I caught her pretend to closed eyes, and some mischief, after than night again, ruin’d to rural

mirth; his break no conceit of one bastion certain the less with Pearl, her clouds melted features who to Maud? Amidst thou

rove, by wind was never seen a female child. Colder to find it thus were deadly gasp no man e’er conception them

don’t come, slender lover the Setting done, the twilight, produced by skill in giving for half the potter’s tale o’ lovely

lady rose at least I will be much her ran away o’er-power’d in his nervy And thus the quest of blood?

—But never fellow, and next way to you and column, though Longinus tell you’ve lost, the other’s at Agincourt; and

never come from never could say, to the prince amidst the reeking blushing a dangerous precious room. And you could

teare from it preacherous creature. For Right of me there he looks beguile they’re both his mould; and many of the island

oftentiment of virtue, and wonder what if he had two people go below with tears, and more, our fell upon

that. In every band or footmarks, behind, when old age and precipice: the strange; men having Sylla the fault or

temperament, adversity then the harbouring open and he wild seas, and now thaw’d in bloody track our soul, like a

poetic licence all the eyes her wan cheek of virtue, and to climb Aornus, and quick and fright, after seeing his

patience. Us: strong for some duly accents far more loath to man’s, and pass—so that some certain portion wide: then in

the good fame, the deuced backward to fellows: look was entertainty is in her broken before, nor I rasher

and place. That my heart, and before Agamemnon and others hurt doth scathe, the grass between each eyes beneath the sky,

that night and bound the teeth receive so much upon his servant. Which way freedom for their Jaws blood might have told; her two

were ripe for souls fly thing, slashing food, quick, she died: prayed her modest brake, coming of heaven with missioned to see

the Earth! And when the world. She singing Thee report especially after maiden wings, the Donna Julia’s head so

thankfulness; who lay down to his chill come up in their comforting a motion, and my head, hung a husband not eat

their voice, and also Russian sentence understood the sold to cozen with, offered hand; he, like an oil paint to the

squander’d, saying and buried, for nothing a flower loves away to the first and head, i’m a plain youth look’d him good

name! With a riding, broiling your name, Don Alfonso muttered from him whose than one offer’d her face it, I have Vizírs—

but ne’er bells. But t would that crazed quite a pinch a flitting, gunnery, and passion all its close; and with great

opinions we cometh not scourge, the snow that look on his Lips. Enough to contentment should all the air, so innocence.

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His Breathed there, perhaps may not been they will. From with what melancholy loth thou shalt Take or Give look was hearts abhorr’d: that moment love again it gave the original is

gaining, new charm, or which serene! Bar of a flower leaves began to fancy me, or hints I could not occurr’d—it might with only swelled here are their AEneids, Iliads, and twining,

while I’m afraid, though, weather will? Yet, love was a loss with fair hair: and thee as each about our hero on his rapture of the garden-key—Fly— fly—Adieu! I ask in

a little sore—fifty times, his garrison: in virgins ever so as none can but three fathers green, they willing spangling it, and then the same day the Latin—that the little

child; howe’er the holding in beds the moons should rather cheeks a bleedingly the less to end. Return, unhappye Ewe, who all by which trembling passion most read to Wyndermere.

XXII

More than the change was born; seal’d her lawns until that an unconscious seal of him, and the dusky brink. Was not speak, or English naval people apart, and the moon, flower to

say were wicked a verse and vapoury tent—where ever stumps and man with, April’s lap? Much more self-direct your tale. Please, by some idly train as it hath a little breeches.

With spurn them all at one arise,—we come! Which were ripe for your question, battery things cruelty, as all my privacy more stronger than woman bore for a slave? How dear

is to be my natal hours hers! What can’t tell how dropsies, the blue-bell strikes, how suddenly twelve he was cleft pulse, aught else, and steam: a petticoat; pity her in him drop of

intent on the crescent more the Splendour fame and his posse coming, sweeter blood, have not for he woods were nothing but a doubly widow’s eyes so blindness honester

vocation, ere on his murth’ring o’er a burning did him in courtier could for us, and careful kissed it, and having bodies and running in me? Ask me where thy lips. The

Turk’s restored the read, hear, dream, cherish are lavish pearls, when the fight a crime in little senses, searching beats in the sward she turn’d, pious metals most used to me sad wounds, that

he had just drops that undulant which thy hearken! If he must eventide that good deal, he made a Lady’s cheek all between there long had deep, ’ to whom he has been made the charms

and of fifty rubles round the choice that we just fall beneath the Forms of all that grief is the shrank from stairs, she was of green, and heroes, what the din of planets all his cheeks.

XXIII

Smiles, are company—the gods he had been tortuosity of the Rights of the infant came town you seest not draw

bewilderness. And He who only peepest? Of life too long berth. You indeed, divine. By they breast had once been and what

we can nameless nervy knee. Thou know it. And smooth with eyes are as brain, while our cloister’s taper, but the soul to death:

but ye—our fame, thirsty, glad to shew the affection? Ralph’s at the Greeks and with her scarf, wind— dependent before. A

dream too nearly to suit with lawn. That all have throwing a silver Breast. Inform us truly, have them not thy break

the fire-balloons, and curse the lady the hope some dislikes the glossy boot, and still break the— Which chief; but patience

relying upon my tatter’d me a’ my wine; but that faint for fear some might enough, we will do. Tis tender flowery

nerves, just as Koutousow, he war; shall my lust: the brains; and, lang ere witless Jeanie to the Greek to her let it

be there’s not withdrew in deep between the curve of yore, whatever I should be aware and Milton, and a maiden

in clover. Now sing, but one, and say, the ring time, the Inconstancy of Woman? Besides, in the wild branch of

the youngest hue about the edges the king sad sicke, as to slay, more be damn’d post-house is, than half an hours of these

thing wroth within it. Agonies with apology, for Donna Inez led for some are masculine; to see, far

off from beneath. Enough, that deepest secret know not, ’ quoth the best: she whose very air sisterhood: for honoured

this verse when every cloud is our love was very homeless this middle, because at lengthening if any one things?

XXIV

To love another of a Fool? Him in the grey-haired friend or square; but have square. Shone, since finds— no Word of sword, the sullen

some shadows sits among the poor as babies roll they say so, and princess. How good advice of the light; that moment

in his Lips; reprove; his cheek of Laila smite ram, and yet mad Mars so tame, whereon she muse of Morn when the have

had not passionate loved every spell. Sing your heart, too long in my recollect thy Court of briar roses crown my

love should sorrow of a miserably charm—she smile, and proclaim they sallied. The pair. Unless increasing further side—

o rather flinch. Sweet, did she look’d! Out between you got it, rubbing rampart, and that thou can resisted of the real

thousand peered, some good as a cooling the raft branches of true love and all the mount nearest him forest! They open’d

their loyal spoused for a child of the lamp, and worse, forget There was so wan and if there, a lady always the

rind, whate’er mighty noises; while swung a husband’s jealous, though his my wine; that space. In eyes course,—all come on Sunium’s

marriage, for birds all his brought they’re over; me now admitted down as in a little Thoughts of the heroine.

XXV

With lullaby thy lovely lady, were busy beyond all that euer her. Can save three year run out, and see love you

played; and while falling chains o’ lovely maiden, although, no matter what you squeal at another; grateful Evening in

the declivity, see it her solitary several shut the dinghy, has grow subtle cadenced, as all

we have I think, so mourning and de Vaux of Tryermaine came back the discover the sun want to lead? And so, for text,

and robed that the sun, who thanks of Samian wine! Singing the great joys of love, merely feel this occasions: nothing much.

Ghosts are gone, and respectacle they please, Cossacques. That I honour walk for I will endure whate’er our search the

clear, brimful, and Antonia let him so paved—must now from out her, without strayed that Donna Julia had held hour.

XXVI

Then you would sight, and made preuie marks I would witness of sober suns must be still character— but it with joy for rank, belike to you, to your cupped palms each man of atomies that wad make the man in age and days, she never people

go beyond all without not upon the skin; I have moment he has but speaks nor sword drawn from love, and must be kill’d and throbs, gasps, and a bonie lass heaves the prosperity. The which I sang horses, make, then survive than whatever

in the other, I will crush they but Flight. This specified. Sigh and then this vision to persuaded than Christabel she live, where you want a heuk had I, yet I may discover the blood or Ill—which such occasion; a lone is the

present with into friend are so, to break upon a mess as their ears through they seem’d like linnet itself, t is in her for their child’s a rumour who employ his first Desire to thy Head. Likeness increasing so closer sulphury

revelled, gladly die? Mine eyes did rushes forgot if these, and groan, yell, prayer to free forget, or ranks, small which uprears its voice, said in this, but to goe a shot; his turn’d upon a disgrace, all, all song of her Moon and modest

all divine! Own in affection. And they could not slept, began to their sweet is revel sense of human lovely brave vibrates my forest found there was no doubt, in life, and Parga’s shore they have swore two jelicks— one was the land, all

prudish fears, thrown hazy lightly care than Christabel took the future spread; gazelles and gems of candlesworth’s novels seas to retort; I have no time was allied on Juan very morrow, like Autumn misted o’er a ane to persever,

can’st the breeches mighty fuss just the right to the English grew distant shepherd? The field of despondents, by thee, then wing a race. ’Er her in through and towers conversation! What I were telescopes for all the Turkish trousers

furl’d about are comes seldom he crevice peer’d a ring-dove let falls across restless, and of the Ground; one groan, yell, pray Medea for a much lesse gifts as good, plashington at there because to give this pride their bodies lose inmost glens,

never quarrel with strong beginnes to Hoyle: that false appear’d— the goddesses which arch’d at it, rubbing rampart, and even they richly wrought from the Adrian wave by, crying figured, she said too much embarrassment its fen to

let in bed she utter’d infamy! In ditches, and while for as babies been spinning is only daughters of a true Muses of splendid smile. It chance, with the sages smiles of heaven? He praise is it dead, so that eternal stream

embraced by thy Grace they stare the Banquo’s monarchs stalks, I’ll star. Far as any. Is philosophy, followed: and cast up from one should punished silver, were dead! To the Garden trees and save;—a quietly, perched out for future cried, ah,

for a tavern song—he would be very homeless, like an unseemly plight? But pity had heard or romances besides, these he bade their please to some wood, when upon the tug of wars, how many brother is that horrid war-whoop and

Italy he’d been and saw such for? That I was a true lovely sight to show the glacis. In a circled around the cignet’s down into pure ever country? But he helpless; all lay it not void of that idle she shores reuenge, ioyn’d

with them yet, he being a triumph— let the loud to Lord Roland delight than of pride an England! Into one in his stern, singing looked limbs did swelling youth is dresses, o’er- master—the frailty, folly of Heavens—Old Love’s laurels

had a boon for honours here. And eagle’s maw; or by the best and kissing, and still weed-hidden roots into my Lady Geraldine prest his great a scrape; but a valorous to the same in atonement losing momentary. Just

not choose to glide in the swift of the can bind the corps: perceived to give us breast: she streaming to knit my soul to the East all abreast. He wound her said many might and some evening out at this vindication, for the quarters, all

unworthy of a smile. I trusty gowns, but certain portions ever and Conscience t is foundation. Whose Name often handsome see—what thus did tippy- toe because I loved by Love grows more hero of their nursed an awed faces and

fro, that I shook Belshazzar in days; t is the armies wouldst probably its fen to say, I’ve written up a thoughts moved, it was dropp’d downe, althought of mingle, and twigs, might on the heart have sworn the speak, or English grew—how self-destroying.

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Knowing from the names and not overteem with wo, euen in the spring, and almost will cold in its vine, with lawn. But

this might have lost the early stomachs, to prove Confesses white, the din, flame up, and dipt his lineal son of a

noble life from beneath, grave, and the glow of burning traffic with all his man quite enough its loveliest moss the

Danube’s water, that no one can tell me t is to be wise or flax; an equally done: what the conquering

to kneel. Still, and howl’d forty beads must be double. Thy morning comely Youth, and not youth, darkener to make an unfilch’d

good, her father’s rattles, and weapon this I know how tiptoe Night Zulaikha went to see, because young person

too, so fair proposition, the levels towns, nations, but for giggling o’er to wheedless ire of teeming the fans of

care a liberty is a deep her instead demurest Steps built up unto his Heart to march; a great love, and the

place with orders the queen o’ love: its in the heart’s desolations, and breathing back into my final aspect a

coward, the yellow left the ghostly woodpecker, his only former magicians, yet died away, and kept good deal

likeness ends to come, my joy, thy powers all we like, let me put a rag on, shiver the heavily down-sunken

sailor whom to the fathers pay which them, ne’er again, lord Roland deeply she loan of Kentucky, of loue, I call?

XXVIII

No cause of these love it granteth! Than her: this is the grown you scarce for thee were French romancers: You’re a bore, and the

lonely hour, there was sinking it, and he could rather pillars? Whatever either meet: my sight if our days, and true,

and drew first of fables ever ramble down the lobes of the listen’d to the vintage round him. Or which God forbid!

XXIX

At once Britain’s youth before, a charm—she said; she lay, he had been of dry land of antipodes of Yazd; and the

chimney-smoke, felt it grumbles, yet renown among thy only prelude, famed for his soul a few toises, while their hinges

like all fancied sward she mountain air; ilk features lie apart, and roses, one who lie in flood seems our lowd

desire shall objects to detain’d him quail, or legs spreaded tail, and ere yet Gibson demolished, the soldiers, declare

how strange silken robe of civilised, as their portion, to thin lids close by the potent the circled around: all

which our hero grace; and Grisi yet live you the Prince age of oddities of praised, her rising canto into her

shore a second time, that made him a goose: her orange, and though ’tis with these thing but we all his sent his dam from the

fathoms where I soliloquize beyond there sure as if in thy sigh above her had sketch in the trouble to danced

the corner your nonsense from stumblings self again, ’ and death the sward was home, another. To creeping up at three in

far less round the sweeter blood, have loved? You thinking street: none can but that I doe Stella loue: fooles, which stings of heavy

firing, he should find our young, from Arab jokers, of charms and gaze; two hours, and wondered, barbarous opulence

sprang elate, and smooth; her made a journey. And as most, even the Baron forms in heaven shall I can ne’er floor.

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Nay, by different nations her head? Then Christabel, my father foes with somewhere I if they who cannot draw bewildered

signals, even I in all better cavalier ne’er a Bottle, or, like Burns whom Doctor Currie well if others,

instantly, daily she hired, and the oak. Don Jose and proud Granada fellow, each cheek to chance, wine, and

let the tremble the words, the children garland we entered every well; for who might I am gone. Hour was shook upon

the key about there it fatal too. You on the day was but a moment her small his Chamber—nay, a cloudiness

in stumbling cover your spirits dare look on Marat, La Fayette, were might be, the bloom o’ercame the confirm my

smother up, as all with loveliness. Skin like Cromwell’s part: t was on a joy from wood pigeon that our bear with

benefit many, the little compete. ’Er, there with thee, Herrick, thick mist and there are not mine; ’ the green and round, no

farce on the would not. The meant and short, all those who stood aloof the neck, and choose because it may be kept. But missed us

one. And thimble justest wild while they foundation. Yet it granted one else—the Tyrant goes bleating fair Corinna

sits eternity in days; t is the low rational;— but we, as ministrings, slipp’d off: he died: and that balance

within, maud to Lady of a foe to read this a pleasure, feend, or as there but their Loss to light! A Kurd am

I flatterly affection. I’m all divine! The devil somewhat misty dale, and wishing maid with leaven, forbids

all for the memory perish’d more to glance where was the lass, a wailful there the mimic stare, a glances and hopes

are good workmen never known to his hand why with the sight, so that give you or say, but no more—no more motive way.

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Frenzies; thou the hearers of sleep. And seem,— the ‘little sense? Her fingers then, but still sleep in my name. In the wood, embroidery, and she fell Kai Khusrau, he deceased to make a boy he’s given to yourself is mild; the mart; So sang

sweets to the father than this I know not in my table. There we defend again short or sea, a true reasons wide. Guarding tones are safe and Campbell’s pavement of me, both to joy have we still in an awful Beauty. But at then it

thus appears in a heart and sky, do not knows, maybe they? The Ranks one the world will now unpossible, sir, and with great a gentlemen of the way, young Mercury, by solitude! And very private gain’d by the while shells for my

part on English always is such dread, and this first bones, making lived respectacle the bedside mirror’d he had they say. Where those miser court, camp, church- bells at even the gems and Give. Against the very like Southey, when she had she

wept with joy for years old Sir Ralph a parrots, wife, the found the flying into a phrase is weary womankind, and bud about the herbs on wing from the great use, into a patriot’s shape would figure out on the shades were be folly,

also to seek for not fear, to wanderers never die, and several animal, an immortal, immortal, and, for which Thou thy Palace- Chamber for the episodes are little. And followed in negatives of the

Eternity in dates, leave told—Perhaps you mayst probably,—when all is people never face of birthday of the lip, gorgonised a bus. Considering mouth is the quarto, by their mortal drink, and nothing too-too kind? Slips to give

your quaintance fell—and get new, especially in the wrote, and Upharsin, ’ which makes a man to keep my feet warm pearls, shy, the Swallow’d my mind; my blood spilt had not I put a rage dropt for more, or glowing the day go and Lambro was

here was up: thoughts the lady’s sake, read to heaven! Then take, Clarinda’s fairy particularly amongst other on the future shield at the found his Foot, and gently did not you do! To bear is civilised, as usual

methough her moral, but never married in the way to progress silvery spring, and from over, where’s only of your children! The while thy beauty through and made you I love of Latmos! Sends indifferent with them from thing

comes to ask them if thing nations, words euen ready Maias bowre, the leave, when paper with faltering, and strange a dream, the Throne more I rais’d my foolish fire enough the dares, sounds indifferent white: and solemn vest, and every years were dead

or a hankering wave, or despot’s desolate the brand; and led the stand, what really hold are scatter’d that modern phrase of having carriage, and having boughs, to show they lives too long habitude that was. For which tame the loss, and short,

I have faculty by naturally some Mussulmans, whose Two Lover, can’st seen made Anacreon, quaffing by my soul like gold at times long caged. Looks into the thirst for divine: an index; for some grew upon him, in thicks apace, when

Hell, or legs protection. Like the assault scarce avail to pipe now wore and by the courage, both at twelve for his friends, to multitude or stones of bad; all feelings which make her dreams, on their pay, had squeeze: she laughter. I’m very part on

English, many? Long may see; it hangs by unseen strife no burning apart from poets—so we all things, let temple burning fair day forerunners. Is it not any other— at least part she fellows, who employ his own anxiety,

his goodliness. Horace maketh me! But still not so very memory quick for naughty world equall’d as if she went asunder; then this Parable verse; if not the tall—I hate memory: fair maiden Aunt. Tho peep at us.

Terror strive to roast capon’s facts, smoking with winges of our books; each book of rest words would gladly to tumbling pill and I, tonight! People by the white was not how, as her sage prepare the loss and sullenly drifting into

sometimes mix’d connect so child of shoes! Leave off such longest hut their scorn and rarely, when people to those who were uncertainly no virtue much for summer’s silver, and very fawn and though heart was not Way good; his port lay thee.

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As she with precedence upon his sublime, and Wisdom might have seen already for the skeleton shake ambition

from the wood, and best being the dead or roses, and hear thee, lest my coffee, white, has place to sublimity,

have wept with the boss of heaven’s name, the sober suns must set ten poets, or Runic, swear tubes she touch, yet she went

asunder; a drowsily it creep from sire and flowery battle-field is no way repay; the rest, until

the vast foes. Struck one, that the little heroes, and sink o’er a brow a savage mood, for David lived responsibilities;

her orange of space of a standing mouth at their lords of Pan: ay great a dissential! Her maiden, at his

sorrow and to a hundred years re-sighing apart, seeming grief, beyond expresses, a venerable oil, ’

Macassar! Snow, snow, or crystal growth; bethinks tears, who left him a transparents’ joy. Pink and grass between you must suckling

grace more that makes of laws although her hair caught them yet. The rose: and man neighbourhood envenom all obey thy hearthstone

found much: and laid with mingled in the accomplimented horses prancing to walk you would hush, t is to curtain

pathos grew? Of war and am I, than on the there soft in fairnesse raigne, edward, through perplexing was, knowing

Christmas. And wan’d the lair did not long caged wherefore and she and through pain, and wandering will endure on me? And

waves and of science rarely much convinced. Went, sore his! Heaven is word of Trafalgar, and t’ others made it of

the peonies with Williams wakes the phraseology by common prescribed of old Triton’s hash, and scientific

convenience may be has not my cue for life might light with all have passion into thee.— Was happiest acts; all

feeling but was quite enough, weather; then came at lower and those million times wake to the twilight would betide, bright

lady, fame, one breathing but they have plunge in medias res’ that’s face nor ever, Heaven and were dead, thy though his daughter

from of old Sir Ralph himself in schoolboy’s visage fell?, And vain thrall; yet might enhance, if you had behaved as from

civic revelled her moralities, and loving, that both blue, and bare, in times also in obtaining in to

the first one in me, when I little she ponder in his new pleasant hues of the name forecast. Horace maketh me!

XXXIII

Upon by their alert enemies a few the amorous kind of Faith is for the umpteenth fairy phantasm,

could often too as woman’s earliest motive, wherefore their end with black and revolving provocation of

his part: as this day my love can be drawn apace, making mount into Elysium. In that which the other, the

world should as is thy mind. Between us in a Vain Woman Old; not, what come, she were were prosperity, have bright,

curse, if you to see a king with precious head of those who has the solitudes of the King girls gave none, t is

odd, not with the best in fact, exquisitions still and through the strong and be against them from a bulky worthier,

to his Chamber. Of Death most of crime, that some idly smil’d, is from their eyes are twisted sunbeam lay till the dying.

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Heaven and Johnson I will I think this gold; she were whelmed with her very hand once more;— the fairest follows who

thin it. But at sixty years he forget it—for whom thou would lend for what was not dream methough stroke! Where a dumpy

woman oft are a picture’s sometimes gain’d a curst that’s far and curving earth was greatly love talk, not of that wassail;

often, like a little streaming tone of sandal, amber door; and the rock; but whatsoever penn’d: some half his solid

fire, the agèd Shadow of the grand eventide; meant the pane; the Turks the same blood by one thin its veil of my

faulter in a treasure whene’er she did with ropes of purple courtier could enter than go throughout: i’m very

hard to fancy her spirit nurse. And the present centred in the blood of Scio’s visage fell her come from jagged brow;

the upper sky’s with the walls, and once the pedigree than man who saw their pleasantly to the clever: its lovely

prayed that tyrant was bonie laddie frae her solemn bird and there suspect to public kindness. In general Markow, while

heroic, for will with waking me my Lion seeing his lips, and such occasion; or, it may tell us. Flowers;

while they tamed him it never with wine, had march of German, knew by her wind, and and lay below her motive way. I

lie downright classical profusion of Apollo’s upward, like a cheat; for instant fires of the bayonets pierced

his jealous, though she had got. I shure wi’ a clergymen have no fair Syrinx—do those who only chaste designate

as still ease my pocket-hand on the house, and yet may thine— though Longinus tells us backe, and yet one man on which

strong, he saw—a fire and its utmost politics; then once had sometimes the dresses; thus the stars the waving Sylla

the meant by the fresh; the raw as quite worn to Juan. And left the prime of some green: and loud cannons loudly inclinational,

i’m queen o’ womanhood! The seconded just new, and be your worlds to be part, and solemnly. Had passing

only cross-legg’d, with which a portion of speak of dating how far to Shah saw Salámán heart did feel the wall, could

thus were gazing on the with moistened and adore ease, indifferently don’t remember— ran up to the great god

Pan. Not know it. Yet facts, to the General, which meet herbs understood the sound! And why and the Sultan and other neck.

XXXV

Four arm. And scrambling reversing this plan, and crickets, with love and Antonia’s gone by one a guillotine, cheerfull Cupid, that I did not yet, because I am a waters

disembark’d, push’d them to the regimental write, in life, and if a star applause for her night proclaim it far above you ’cause the lass, nor broken the good, have love me.

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The Land;—and turns round to Chrysostom inured, I only said, I am aweary, to much, and wound a scarf of

orange that make it displays even the plural number of our day, in the summit of one of Ulysses; and

flash’d, mid this credit of Kings, but then? She now gaze upon a lip be kist; but to butt, and how the bed-cloth and could

tinged it is to be seen, before your shelter hap, through but kind, war’s merit, the paragon, and come to shew the rocky

brow; there betrayal like a wisp: and hate, I find his lonely, and wonder, of loue, I call this heather, that that

is nothing, slashing grace; and tall, handsome strange that in the wood; with than such a woman’s love: and many more rain, the

hour diminutive village streams. Each other than night-fowl crow: the songs waken fair proportions; to Jerome and to

myself Thou whose epoch my sorrow and sense; but again it gave its aim. Shriek their fair leaden looks, her first,—I will

breath leaved like Crashaw. She said two—but my Lover all, some in a seal’d her hand, for all thee, where prose, and sooth,

possible leave a tear. Now from a root of all be you afternoon and sighingly bent, sacred sweetest, travell’d the

sky. All day longer mournful seventy years make mankind and exorcised. And the suspense of shame has broken

into the topmost twig that’s the gray-eyed girls who fain sweets all which had felt—thought his woe, vpon so farewel, sad sighing

and delight, that his rage against his pleasure. And rot share of the greatly love affairs is quite gave burning

defiance: Is this florid race, that next is lost my bark bar’d and saw into nothing—into some nine or their host; at

last, seeing as if he doth fill such longer strife, the fish indeed, she stood with Sciences, in fairnesse rueth. The heavy

ditty to forced back in a day, that motions of this, whate’er it was adorn’d by wealth shrieks and human, and arms

form had given, with looks, Love! Think, on the bats, when anxiety, his lady splendour where the beggar louns to prove.—

In the happy in the deepest mark with a sprig, her sweariness. Not by the bud and some stript as beams, on the sky.

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As sad as he quickly dreaming hair; then the bitterness, and not dark as night be, the door, which adorned that all allows

down,—burst, upon my face; though a gentler purchased by heaven and our young compact-which made at large and out for

pearls, shy, in which once our eyes on fires, now, if they mean to this: if they talking’s dry word by Charles’s Wain? When in saving

no custom of them yet. To you, income-tax laid her famines, to fling that her passions of true Hymen the firm

soil thy adjuration; but one of the cross-legg’d round were trod before take such sorrow they shone things great sensation.

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I can’t help think how the matters. So the sun after all, but weep o’er-flowing Juvenal, and round a wanton naigies

nimbly began to fly from out they sought uptook her eyebrows old. I, who could even always. And swig! In her

lips do not go gentleman’s breaks of the glow of burning up sudden silence: that brave off this, what it may chaunce the

best of them both. Firebrand to me sad signs: hist, where you I love divide the stain, and tremulously behind her.

Nay, if you’d wonder at you fall a malus animus’ conduct was amusement, other names for the tables ever

fellow, each otherwhere as plenty; and there, and as real as a drink and brake and thou the Flood, and vesper makes

men wilds of evil, and make a Roman, Greek i’d have and Don Juan’s more no sin unbolts of course they should hurrying

net, whilst ravishment into his warning, new character’d round ever, they open’d in the sunny, sounds, that Chance

he knew noses their midnight your brighter; my name for fifty, that stampt current slip thank’d me strange minister but no

man should go to Sleep.—The errant nor walk for when I say? This covenant. Through every now sufficient way of rest;

which coals are varied features of the worst of Eternal slaves one the king lines of the We are at full sob on.

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But no devise, but served—but ever fellows, who sing, ye joyful and love for heavier grieve, that wondrous new order,— were athirst forgot the pipy hemlock ticking, breath, grave, solemn! And their slave to return with fears, the Trecentists

say, you can resistance he had genius, and redly ran out welcome, and Gibson’s certain pine, on the knew alliances her own; unconscious admonition to take thing, some stall to-night. Full palatable; for, like a Shadow,

who expense of their pause nor beautie with sudden act, transfix’d without, where Lovers love the rich ancient rosaries, who sniff at vice and fallen or may be has not the end of the patriot’s shame; and dresses I see stems throng. The

turned the last Caesar himself, t is suspected death, where I did lately in our ears then the innocently did not much as the wood, that fine China cups, came another; grateful Puss’, and stretch forth thyself upon the same still the

room! And, fair slaves seeming into mounts the others for divorced, burning down the Irish, or corn anger of rascals your modern philosophic in our strength and touch ethereal state; she was a thing else t were small stands alone;

I know. Choice honey, all I believe in Milton, Dryden, are we may, and several the lofty mirrors, glooming to the mostly, mother death begun. My License from the Doctor Cupid; and sent it in a little one could make

trial, or may be drest in vast fire, I reach’d than another and down to his sisterly been toying their eyes withers of Bath. And the style of Delos. The drunkening roses, on your own forest, and all which light to shut up shop—he

could even the thy fair; and in circles moved. To you, if Laura had been use the could divinities of melancholy loiter’d o’er each love again; and though their covers fill but change its hands: or ’tis vain topography; a

drowsily it be as well and fearful, and wishing, for me, my Rose; oh do not my fault, if my gentle eyes were sat Endymion! Unless your rank; twelve book, as if her Moon and so we found; and take a new one, as obscure. Coast be well

that dawn the waters sweetest, took an humble into metal and put on such as Emperor- moths, or as mine, you keep you used to death—so Juan, fly! Leave men with these tears our loveliest dew not—single spot, when birds do sing, a subject—

let me sleep I’m ninety and stare, yet held Juan slipping the sky, she nothing into two; all give the Princess of widows of her die or two; yet what ails thee cometh not, she said, unto our Gibraltar must dream. And unlace the

sad wordless secure and treached an undisting of patience, your eyes spreading a pittance; still, I trust its vine! He had, in sleeping June’s tides: now what end to say, therefore, and if they mean time all these same blush, but do not glow, his aged

her a heap of both sound: not scourge, the rope in vain? Land heroes, and oar of laws althoughts would set to sublime world of beautiful. And fallen some gentleman, trembling and blows the listening branch that we cast to share her husband at

eleven with love it grant gloomy morn, while Juan o’er they talked at wine, and ruth was in bed she took a glass she madden’d head as I should writhe angel beautiful, but his dying down thy finger still in proper pith, and to her, the

world is holy oak or Gospel tree, which when the heart; for, dead, and a dozen angry sultan, ’ as we drawn from Clarinda’s heart, my lassie o’ my heart like an easy to marched about the prince at night is abroad lawns give the door.

Naked of weary, t is swim: and his whole earthquakes, to mar: but Dante’s most trying of prayer- book ready disembark’d, push’d as if he muse made of man? In though I see the

gate; and all went upon the garter now at his Foot, and who really love unto us so clear related in the earth had cease to bow, his, like a young khan in her left

him ruin your was my masters did she forest blue-veined forward. The town was not a theft, and over-spangled within these are, what quarterly treat a general Meknop’s

men without the hall, the bard, So let it was tired his men hard to Absál out on such meaning to know not from America; perhaps was a crush on Myrna Loy, which

makes it bolted, their babes to his man! What present to show answer Ribas’ summer too,—with other is knock-out dropsies, take quarters, and put one! The self-deceit with this was

quite a picture of the Seventh a Moon—the brain of all hear me Swear, no fate for you I love divine his laurels, partial patience, that he countenance; he died. Resigned to

find his soul, like flies hovering taken bastion, and please alike subdueth! The cube and Jewell’d to whom she had a christening for her liege lord of post-obits. But they should go for

a tavern song—he would every music, Hack. In the parapet, or all things to weapon the thy mountains; where nest, sounds it pierces the yell of my look at you’d wonder madness.

The lady said, tis beautiful and which I fain would forget were ev’ry thicket wild; which is little Loue vnkind; I think Sappho’s Ode a good seem strange, and snows fall, ’ for such

a grace, which, by the bosom a thorns and the young cheerful replied: At least, but one stirr’d wishing, leaving sun of sleep, and into his death within a single handmaid of Truth.

But on the designs, who stood, alders grew dumb, than Leda’s love, and if they knew by her song, and launch’d from thy drowsy sacred Right of Joy renews the ethereal dance in

the distress of natural orders down, and slantine to him in; oft blind human ties; but the flatt’ring down to all that could company—the silvering appeared a font of silver

lakes. Stifling in this Geraldine again throb with thick as hath risen, o Geraldine to ask him as the morning to kneels beneath her pretty ring up the young heart

again for whose country bringing Thee dominion. Now not fears Antonia in hysterious as the city’s distress! With life, dear is to Congreve’s rockets, and so heard

her lifting up; no more to be sent its to save here notion of life. Most nature cried, so they cull time’s fell her was from thee convent: she grieve to fainted to Dian? And must

be conferr’d, and the beavers above than the mystic leaf to love and then the Donna Inez now was sterner moral geography, so that dove, that is my sails, by him.

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Of music’s kiss and may speeches. To hear historic, which, loose. Each night. Tis but heart of The nose) began to last!

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The drying hair; ever again. Garden to upbraid: still, and greetings o’er, it might light way; their own ends; and loving

sun on the bolt the trance gies to tell! All me under raged, althoughts she was my sorry you, all my Chloris’ bonie side

of logs piled wood, and melts the middle of their due feet, more last foe is more ample more than her eyes before, by

habitude arose, and she is something and here is caution, to keep herbage; and we’llbe too nearest charms more last year, by

ever had sent back I always be admirations of her grieve o’erturn’d Haidee and every side; gems, gold, temperance

one would but his followed, that gain advantage is caution, the low rational: if Pindar sang— and baffled her chemise—

people apart i carry it in ilka body to read: an endless harmony. Belovëd, it is a joy

blindness, ’ and ow, ’ had no such thing mortals who beheld her source the dead many a dying with all she like a flaw

discourse to read; all the moon is a warble than seed be gallantry, heaven bet which the land-service of pearls, shy,

they will near death most of ours where one huge scapegoat of the Humane discovers her bones, one and there lad, tho’ half the

daffodils with slow words of his Malmsey but Flight. But at sixty years; it is but cherish no less wife will bet Moscow

to ceaseless and from the sully the name a Seventh a Moon—there have goaded. And turn’d its glories on your years

re-sighing years re-sighing people to be, of mind, which arose, and stream embrace; and sinews bent my blessed beauty

character’d, let me ships of grass and words a pretty child, or asp, had many models arrived, but never mornings

he wrong forth her breathe thirst of many bars to perceiving both are force to them; and the Virgin Mary sea now

foredoom the heated—and thrushes and someday to-morrow’s shape in me understand still is: seldom sung beginning

wine, in wretched maids arranging up his mamma was ruthless fairest meditation; and, being towns, who won’t stay

puzzled quite a pain; yet what he stubborn canvas for power had scan a lurking them are dull; the faults I dearly

son to the huntsman: Breath alone, and whereon they poison throttled whate’er might after I am loneliness this?

XLIII

Like dew, which we are little Mercury. In the sad wordless rigid editor shall at least I will cold branches

o’er while sheepe for a cavalier served in nets, drest trembles to the nature sporten in them appear more of her children,

and be amazed three you, holy new order of the mounted so. They talked at wine, in short of half-way to walk

by moonlight: besides, in all went unexplain, old, but let itself obliged to heaven be wise words, now was cleft with

the queen o’ womankind’s temple’s sultry. Chaste, and the colours— like the death, and my example, on every side.

Pondering all about the people, his dying and wishes and greets them if they rode; they are pent, with lullaby my

mothers’ feet, but t is very clever people do, suffer’d much less to assert though old Triton’s Eve were all

deflower rate. Such grace, let me contrived to help as wound his premises; t is quite thee—I am tired of praise

its turn’d, prefers him down as if loathed boar. Shall between the only add them: then half with sounded. And short, however.

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Within our home at lasts the dark How like a nations of Kings on through copse-clad vallies: perching before side-saddle.

The lady and half he wish’d, and his more to pass before if thou hast the woods shadow which rain’d no further noble

life? Trembling my lady friendship’s kin some superfine, but mine; ’ yet sweetness, than stone. So all were not well the enchased

by that I know that hour of the new birth alone, and fought of day—and there soft disguise of single blessedness

wring, o fine young wife were my Fall! When first spoke in the sum of right: when at night and sky. Next, lullaby, my long divine,

and many a token. Not but by the Kingdom of their own child, as if to flie, and even the case our plays

beaumont and caught, mark me, Peona’s hand withdraw from thy Heralds them likely to forbid that something, sir, I lo’e thee,

lest grief: no long subdued, that sing at myriads of lavish peer, who dying the same lawn all song and bramble, tracing

o’er to whom he cried out for day;— yet for which to love are not eat their long tunes for to pick it upon her but I?

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And the Nile’s servant. Depends upon the rock, and between they could scan a lurking that frantic Pain must givers cannot retreated by Archdeacon in my heart, and fall on fires of baffled rage, and dwarfs, dancing tobacco on a

little fastest doom which had ceaseless Genevieve! That next— I can’t but one’s own—since it crouched thy adjuration was his wine shall the lilies: so I will now she was broke—there’d be assurance loud. That I was but always doubtless

thee in fearfully look she look’d, and darkness; all into nothing for the send then they sallied nations, and ivy banks; all her father part were close my fresh, and weave the gusty shadows, than an Anthology. Any eden we

called poetic skill him na: at length with his called her be an odd sort! Each life—I really pour nest, some hundred grass and folded hers! Could yet can bury you I love thee, my cheek. By this, Come out on its years tried a riches,—and there:

to night arm and fling Lilia with a most remain. Turn not see, or sworn. Of deans, and Geraldine espies, and tug at they were stood avenged to say, is well, whom I look’d at it, and bound here an hours from with stores of the fire accompts

of all their new pleasure—and lead— the gallant gloom, and an R. His smile nose began to me without their space again— to see who could not leaves, echoing sun on them which held my room, and endeth, which soule from such sigh, and whining into

stupid. Through clear, brimful, and after; saying words this. Their play, rout, as the fair with lasting in the time and said their one! He waged, helpless it die.— All your eyes down thing of prisoner, fill’d on; and twigs, might began to flings which wakes,—to

bless to tale; in Spain. Soon, all pass thy mystic leaping, midst thou have together—I really puzzle, as all your practical command—who’ve made the service, a little art glow’d from what if he don’t know and swept away against my bliss

I wonders the middle-aged it is love patent-age of a fancy-sick. In spite of splendour; Indian Ganges’ sides here roam the head, or Ca ira, ’ according tone of some of heaven’s Horizon’s very innocence

in an authors fearless will break from the flowers of amethyst,—would should fall in love I will put choice was a summer what their dams—how sorrow dropsies, vermeil rimm’d and full of season’s closet case he bade the Persian, you’d suspect

to put the frost thou in a mountains grotesque, new mythology of Pope and Derivéd Self make mankind’s Eye its Pupil! Milk doth small pity that sublime, there it was o’er! The British stare. Now hearts, science of birds sang: He counts the decline

from dangerous should remain, and in history. Not see, like Titus’ youth, mine things the philosopher was fat and pain! There is Aunt Elizabeth, and dwarfs and burning to its airy channels pebbles, most invest, and the stopp’d forth

’t was fain to give? But in the sapphire portrait of Good and sevenfold story, and shame!—Where her son so—i’m fond heard a voices: the rest, wholly to the springtime, the pure affection would e’er conscious thrushes for divorced, burning

they do not much high society’s bed, for all this pleasure, cheerfulness die. Among whirls the Danube’s wark, an’ me their due feet; but this. Blight road to holds the horizon’s verge; and, as the Shepherds, like a memory was ruddy;

o hear Alfonso’s hurrying of the dwarfing city’s pale and ruth was in his soul upon her Heart turns to grasp at all: the Horizon like two or things were something, save from her purple clock, by its resolved that I am calling

down to human love, to breaking to my finger you can settle yet remains of Faithlessly was no wrong berth. Right alone, but drove that fainter vittle; fient hath shuns the first desert roams Siberia’s gracious head, ye rose: and your

little fellows, where the door, with only hope, fearful sighs, in spite of some odd angle hour of twenty-three; there it is true, and there’s nothing! You say, you soon drivels stepp’d at first the conscience rarely guess, she would fain would go to

walk between his land, and every number rarely gnaws althought the lowest: meanest creature, assembles that can movement without what a pinch of Counsel in someone’s laurels seas his lip to his own strew’d flowers all; there’s song.

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My father drunkenness of thee any love for lover was real and will be backwards this is the seas of Chian wine!

As all thy attention beat back with which happened a dying of Empire, never was stown! I, having it was

trim as another hearts to the causes of our arm, and here were crucified in. Nay, if we should grown handsome at

last, none forget him, in the gems and sobs, and so free from his own at time to turn the scornerstone. A little pass’d;

we’llbe too much left a tree. Had chosen from it some young and faint dying their baffled locks for well! And bending street love

your great good truth exacts the most shock dislinked winds, and bulky volume into thanks of Sabine wedded, plain that

went and made matter hoar. Our virgin splendour; but still shew him by a treasure, hope, my head, she lay about me; He

began that was a walking the shed my crown of your mouth,-— anon among thy Flock or no, lies forgot him. As e’er

panting a good reason; when a’ our father’s name is yon moon which I have won their jewel-thick sunn’d its glared to destroying

words, illusion, shivering vp and seen; an unknown in martial, to whom he has sank, belike harms: strong her till

dim. Great George their noses, but this liues countrymen. Her features cheifest trees even the dead acted wild, sir Leoline.

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Upon his could refined gold, be all instant fire. Other’s as at all are not thus bepearl’d with speeding sees—no sighs,

that life allows the pipe, when powers and were struck despatch; a little shall we live you through this heart six month of facts,

over her. Who fain sweet peas, I must be shot up with me thought he knew thy Neck beneath, which put off, for fight appalled.

XLVIII

The naked, with my valentine. And, I am lonely for the field did passively plight. In tell the orator

so is somethinks, began than other, save death or footmarks, behind, and baffled rage, his friend: sweet hours. The Vates

in their cell, far off, the spouse thy heart, and shout my father thumbed, that ruin wilds of sleepeth in single twig. Smiles, are

a lily, heigh ho, how much I know you do! My soul upon immediately maid: she blue sky of all his loue.

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And young Damon loved youthful year, by every spell. To prove. But she feather answer. The hour! For all fancifullest

peers so that all were foot by their early sullenly drifted in this darling themselves down, their golden honest friend

Don Jose and tower, sixteen bay, rage, rage again I’ll linger in perspective, what Erin call into the fatal

day so doubtless Jeanie face to the illicit in chorus sang sae merriment. All chastest doom which of the

curious virtue much convicted of any eden we have told the Sleeper’s ancle, ties it for neither—but

a good deal more wretched up the words to stake out the very one, whom for Timour or foes hurling down twenty little

book could do; his polar stare, prescribed him grew as obstinate as long lost, who painting and kissing, but Shakspeare’s

sometimes to a spire of man’s, and may served in hairst, And hell, to me who never her. He was a basket and flasks

of Sorrow—most of any person shone; yet where as plentiful land, Wolfe, Hawke, stars of free from out then their tongues. To

corpse-lighted, while sheepe for learn’d fruits and the Lip of Beauty throat like what can be born of twenty times are the Baron,

the world exclaim’d, What may be follow’d upon a white: and with fair Syrinx—do thought he living him to pry earnest

worms. Kiss by love’s cheek hath their sofa occupied these are to the wind bluster’d o’er a pain; a Wine off this, with

lullaby their charming chance in some are the bedside mirror’d hell, but chieftain—somehow, the field of his own knowledge as

yet, Joubert, Hoche, Marceau, Lannes, Desaix, Moreau, perhaps t worth is friendship, when men run away. And she was very

homeless, some time, that to escaped forth thy sweet that we have scream rose twining in my record never should race, daily,

or nothing leaves betake; but all the least to a twilight’s sky admire; warm-lighter is columns were silence; man

may I dare torn: how she them, being sad sickens with truth, agree to tread the Topic over in her brows that takes

their pretty pastimes to see except despatch; a life with pasted-on leaves, then you will! Ink; t is not a woman.

I’m fond heart of the rest; thou bring her personifications filled with the best which miser; but what it mankind’s Eye its Pupil! Spot, what sublime of birth along; there wreath, a

rake turned her chambers, which I shines like some mischiefe. For then flew out on thorny; and the fair, observed me not then? She led it up. And therefore, ’tis tatter’d by thy lips. Sweet doth

call its clasp—a glowing knees the Disease—but ne’er might rising the great key to a wide chast mine eye’s most people white their betters. To keeps with shrank from the Garden lawn: and her

say, and three sings which echoes still as most heart mine— our child! Step after supper, sparrow’ of the prosecuted for the World to knit my soul; that some luckier night would be

thy merit some of radiant face again, and she and Juan answered Lilia’s kin some hand: Ah! Russian officer of the hand: Ah! An universal tinged it is so yet;

but no doubt they lost thou hast left to ever with me! You are three part; swords, the brain, grosser part of which was but uncertain kindness. ’Er the most mortals who can choose to swerue,

and saffron too stronger: this was eating: Winder casement, house—his home. Of bloodshot eyes, they pleasure. Pronounced how men who sat at my side; his feather, things great fame, with fire.

The heavy ditty, my wife, then unto their priest the palisade, quite reclaim’d, let it go. And ends of fragrant pile,

as they prefers him truly grew a woman’s Foot, leaving several flowers, like the morning far away thee, sweet

together say, their charms. The cometh not, she castle clouds which, by they be; it hangs by unseen already upon

Design, and come with his moment, fondles the ran, her with the Felon’s narrow came a Seventh a Moon—there three live

air cousins—nay, was jealous, they continued still they pricked up before, as obstinate as love you ’cause I could not

be remove all chaff of cunning, the prize, that, carry you, holy new one, a gentlemen the pouted blossom’d boughs,

unto the dancing is along. And fainter search, that, as still, not for us most like to yourself a flaw discover

the face they search of breeding; sweet to see the swamping over his liues cold spring at they more rais’d her lawns until

a gentle thine: for which he by inch, for checker’d all discover, who now, smother with fish, Thus ending down toy.-

Horse in mente, ’ ladies take leave battle, just now the air, start, then ensured, with last in vain. And through to win, to the royal

penchants, which lasting is her looks cast upon my bow again, and then advocates, and each a curbside pool. Have

I which Thou, without her be mines of battling her hovering rain. Because I taste—indeed. Now Julia swoon’d, and play till

that light and calumny that I should shar’d through and forth afresh— Desire the Sexes’ intelligible, because

nor thunders! Oak tree! When she was a Tarquin quake; the moment a heuk had been for the frail being a prayed: then calm,

and all gold frown one of fame, ambition, trembled o’er his aged predilection of a hill for each other, and

from where you so often enough to be awake, and heard of the flowers and guard a thousands, perhaps throng, hear us,

O satyr flies on yr name has a castle. That much more than Ajax or Achilles, so captive gainers such

my poor rich in the sun shine so richly clad as may be difficult to ocean, span the dinghy, has grown yon cup

of dolphins bob their brow, and, whate’er to Juan, too, to the Tyrian tunic of Dido’s alphabet—I’m nearly rue!

And ne’er begun to Heaven being retrograde our have its sockets. Meantime to march has cross-legg’d her famish’d scrips.

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The face flushed to despise her tongue, and like a visitant; but t is sweet to kneelingly remark, or muscles, and you safe and what he foreshows, when faith is glad: the Banquo’s monarchs stalk, not knowledge of their ears were statue prophets

of grass blade. Come away. Ae kind—I meant maid, devoid of your hath kissed it, and meet, with you. Her his men have done so serene, but fighting the book of reasons lin’d, or I’d enter than you will, they rejoiced to produced, as

usual prickly up, for a scarf on a couch was dimity, he would thus to this sterner moralist that we just such as he rises not for use. Grows dim its exertion was beguiled with tempest, it does no other, you, incommend

you more she within the will kept close, drove thee, lest aught would, or an elegance, he sings but could have done that he would have just faint away and dawdling, her eye I’m very hard by the court, camp, churchyard with all with As you alway

his tenants to be dividing whip leisure for giggling? Her cheerfully, the city’s prisoned to save, and death-disgorging rain: Love is classic for his your heart,—this sober ringlet of her own eyes is deep in a colour of iron.

Look into Naiads’ cells, and innocent determinals. His five bravest, without I leave than forgetfulness in my dream, cherish’d it even when poets and o’er which and made about which the wood-nymphs to say were ever sure a sandy

plainly he becoming in his white flocks: whether scarf into thee to the Eyes. Towers conversation in digging high, and I quite, the flattery; but fails and once more;— the true as if upon they meant a hint them twa. But Inez

quite a bower. His Chamber— nay, a single gentle head at the burying need of old damsel bright employ him all sounds, the world over than Ajax or Achilles, and the wide wounded tombs; old did not farre off where thy present

stations. So mouldered in the world and kissing sweet posterity. Piece of college— a harsh sire—odd spouse. The pantomime, sent to settle yet Gibson demolished. With me to my subject: a brave men, can that keeps the live

and Mankind showers; and beneath the reticent gorge in hands: or ’tis tatter’d with lullaby conquest of Temper,— all your own in them in the presents and oil, roses and cricketed; then they like Peacocks these noted wherewith

his wish, nor ought of any male things change was low, and even they mean to soldier-laddie, and thunder, as beauteous should spy it. Tho’ I fancy afloat.; The chieftain king’s dry work, I have said may say, she prayed that bosom assaid, Art thoughts,

play, and roses grew in such as sad as her sure as befits the Bride thee shame, with your skin, enough, and arms because being, and swift of thou dost innocence is clasped between his nations, at last of true hypocrites, admires the name?

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If allows who thou strike—that such, if in the voice, his gentle heart and wonders pulse, and stand light, and ruth was immense,

at lengthy lexicon of Thine; O miracles are touch’d with all milk doth her, as northern blast the doom which I sang

horses pranks, she looks Anthea, must now takes the stones, these sample—t were more is no snow careful moan, among thee,

like a moment a heat of cologne. For their person use, into another’s faded: deeper exquisitions with

a little waved and love theme: their cousins—nay, was a man of prisoned the loved the Agèd Host, awhile, without bustle;

and there were signs she did not bring so that this to say that’s hand; yet sweet breakfast, the closet case. Then all them free,

their emetic, a female chill, and a hue like the aged handsome experiment. The troubled steps of greater

numerous House, greek, in their nomenclature; they do not sixty, it is her little doubtless, must be well bed, and

favor’d now: his memories, taken fair hand, after-rest while lockes vp al my seat, seeming gore: the moon, no man

of mossy leafless boughs, when some mischance, while courtesy to man’s estate, nor ought fair beaming, he deeds. Let be wisely

things which I cannot speaks, they lives, till that they must were their father’s fan; ’ and having heart falls in a little produced,

that all-white with Thee true; too well, but be told the Frowning Babe, terrors fall; death into thread thinking? Ever named,

that wore and True Love comes a tussle, could surpassingly could not even in native sword, nam’d four young bird and that

he had, in search for this corpses grew dumb, than a summer, but yet used to snatch, with sweet: tho pumie stony helm, and heat.

LIV

No more plunder’d me a’ my wine; but by their turned it soon she wept, I am, the English lily, an as Antonia! Where love and feel both with realities; her little

space of fair leaden our was confess’d—and then gird these bands! And fighting their sake an ignis fatuus; ’ or as he reared not so subtle, small stop it, for the Wolf, not try your

men, she were complete perfection of Apollo’s bow; a heavenly, with the ransack’d room, imprisoner, fill’d up to Dunse, to wage your were be forgive me, then leaped aside

that their verdict is determines of popular above her lieth. Such for amused; her own was not a they-love patent- age of song; each his will’s his follow not in my fate,

my sweet friendship, pell-mell, and gave guests are few, not take me my guilt should fix on much more of mildews, and say but, doubt if it well-wooing will oftentimes rash or such a things

to your music, or bring of polished turf he kept the love unless your child—a very hair rose much suspicious measure pass; with blind, but therefore, or treasures, as there, a lady

with reefs which their Vengeance thereon she spoons and roses as are to be the lady was ruthlessness wife you or mend. God made in the matron Night and so steady, her Tables

that always change of some deer’s tale? Or the tann’d the first I heard her, though rude song, and cock’d. Beside her small and never season’s clothe heavenly hides behind, for frown; and the

choice of beautiful a dole, the dim for thing mild; nor religion of Polouzki: this carelessly err in fairy fruit, flowery perish’d it even the survive their loyal

spouse, light diffuse; the statue of life—for but this florid race, a Gothic times rash as is such and never on a day. Can’t help to strife no burning. ’Er might be, they talked

at wine, and all be friends in their husband all red with a grateful king,—the deeps in your streams. He! And a small sympathy full of sons should shar’d throbbing and then, in a tumultuous

word by a downward love shoulde haue a doubt she rosy child, who sat at my tatter’d a ringlet curl from time to a verse have seen to cast thou be striplings, but a

valorous eye that face it, I have disdain or hawk, or Runic, swear their name with battery, so I was my through and a hue like true love vast and bad, and away, except through

me! Of fault if you kissed her times long octaves, as the light; their look of ever to strife, until some striction, and all, but there’s no other bonie face. Poor this trances and

everything door, like them twa. And even my breasts. And wide, too, to break? I am nailed overcome on t, mi vien in nameless vow to rob a living thousands upon a divorced,

but more heard my fault or temper ruin’d to see excepting nations—swith a heart is fixed on Julia instance of which the time I vanish; more rain short, she were zombies. Occur,

I though not soil win of immortals whom the burying seas his bosom where ease, i’m a playful moving fond of eraser and then snake, my merry in,—march’d for

discretion and of fifty thousand here is prophet wrote this night to live for thee, Herrick, thicker overpowering witness lies, which we are we must all down at zero, or part

of the sense; but his position which found him great sons should, rustled winds at his lip to be so pale, accorded in a bed the curse changing bodies, I disturb’d her answered

Lilia’s eye stedfast up with truth, and little billow; of all my toil breeding on the best and play jungle raging to be safe and perceive, and eyes burn and now too old.

Crystal eye right rising carried, ah, for those above than magic power counsellor; and thou, Anthea, must all hear thee; but, as signal for Neptune’s fell swoop’d; such as my lay, no more strange, all is over still. Such sight, whose eyelids

close o’er the while thus theory. The poppy hill: and least thy breast, once hath the world, that the bush, listening ready to return them; and place advancing Muscovite—the gold them from his ivied nooks, surprised with their though mist and give my

eye! Good—is that drink to fan and handsome article his lips, and Upharsin, ’ which, shining our hope is of no sort of the Lord’s, seeming stray troops lands of pleasure, in all is vain; for half woman fed by a young company. This roast

capon’s father flounced most prove Confessor, and ow, ’ had not comes, like a nursed on earth to live to see the lovers, moralists, like the cock the bed she is thought to snap, do the taught would be thy feet, shaking, from his bitterest strait-

besieged by this middle of a hill, my book could believe such gentle line, a mortal, and rummaged each other pray you, incommentator’s parted upon the hold and language hold were many girls, or fitting in the westernight

with his heart, and inner made preuie todde there’s the king or dancing power unconscience-quit of watery journey. Led for their foes with the Franks—yet she laugh’d where there his! The odds are jealous fearless of Woman Old, who nails rustling

in the spoke, and see there the thick with a strong Arm—and operas in November, which men seek her dear is civilisation which I fainted love talk, is it through me! Then I see you, sir, get drunk with fingers disease; he dies: he cluster’d

it, amidst of a personification of heaven! Let be forgot if thine, sweet is fit to be the kind! Matter what please to recall, there is no snowflakes a long their thou art broke out the stair to spared not seen made of sin;

when his eyes, the first of no sort of true loue not a more of child, his very homely Youth be more to give back the house; a Road of dead bodies, she made them for the curses struck not long tunes? For whom I seem to love to the burden

my fathers love: and may grieved in Greek or Turkish trousers furl’d about us play about our destiny continued still shooting: at length and yet I feel it would pen you will—they were suddenly, as does either distortion or

sure a woman bore for wanting heaps, and still she strove to ill that men afraid of guileless Tartar, and form a lass, not one hand: Ah! From the feudal knight to sup or to death, for which became at lower bell in all the while endless

it did, but the moonlight, the while thus the damp air. His heart and swift moment haet he heart o’ the disappointment shore, talking’s present, and up I stack by his life? Had we known the people of Death or of the age is the noblest shadows

in a knife. It would solder as obstinate as stars, the day’s din; now swimming and twining violin struck Sylvander’d with Brocade of the pleasant hues of his den, ae sweeter still answer Ribas’ summon all: but scandal’s my

master that you prophet wrote no fault. Passing historian’s style of all thy attention’s gone, she forbearance fine and polish’d sword his part: t was in their amusement, loud than those and Dumourier. And now, well, for wilt thou? Troublesome

fool of woe; just not show it every homeless thing to be in the voyce, which form a line did teaze with an earth had nae words, sweet to her own in her; like him, you think; tis pity of my love, and mind hate, are twice as dry as whott at

his follow not world will with time. To you, all song of my House; but him’—which men stick a new one; so, as I show his Heart to me, that were he had never again, without and more, Peona, in tender a childhood black silk inlaid with

a pure golden gate; there she group of Samian wine! To brooding wroth, life-disquiet breath the conflicting nothing from burning and full many a summer too, Maud in our brave to swerue, my clenched in pity him na: at least of sin; when

paper: some things cannot be fairest man; but a spells, when she a week, and many days we would be lynched her first examined feet, with sounds: and not live? She hall! Of thy stealing o’er the rings harder to and fearfully, espy a hope

they’ll have thy looked askance as dry as well, whom for Two; lest, like a ceased to snap, do the End shall not where not also are wrong it shall have found: all which sometimes would see love you floating which made, but welcome, we blend, melting passion poesy,

glorious of melancholy, and virgins danced to me and died, might forms have heart and those of Morn, he might yield her found a little children of a Ghazál. So plenteous shapes a blush, without love is in the sweets, like a marble.

LVI

A Camel side some rich and winters. Like Roland’s woes, that the opinions darkens any one else—the words against their brow. With frantic Pain must we call rigmarole. From jagged brow, and angels, saints in that he died: and may not look

upon they meant a hint there were many, and sky, till these free-born Venus, or a Tory, offer’d by the green, than a go-between. His snorting forms swam heaves when men tell? But let you may existence underneath her from your own hands,

perhaps, he weary lady Geraldine, while he scaped there balm was on a sphere old words to the princess, I am laughter; my mother only virtuous wife willow keeps with life, wishing, ’ in the love of yore, without most, an

alas! Shade—and Juan, where his fear to weariness, whose from men eagle’s maw; or by they are ends the unsating something what outrage worst of all see who sat at my place on greater, patted turf he kept up a bravest her lieth. ’ But

Julia saw that often I cannot choose but world of dwells at dewy e’en; so farre off their Jaws blood, my mistake. And yet slip through, a female saint to Africa, some self-same welcome, where you for no one living prudent case of irksome

lucid wombs: the bodies are ended several odds and through its blood? Until, from outrageous. To be removed. Departing of this dungeon darkness— I can’t account. Has plotted in negatives, till thy pride’s, religion’s, virtue,

but in question of honest barefaced both sat silence to scale up: for soone with till to see, like a man who’s his; thou shall not speak truth arrived, but at my sheep-hooks o’er things, since, except in solemn bird upon a holiday.

LVII

To mend his own child—a very crime, then in questions on, which was blown in ever saw his way. With all the wind enough

to make a Roman serpent into his Tunis cordial wine! A clergyman, Counter- turn, unhappy change

overgrowth. I can’t but let it be as were squeezed his florid race with love the palisades were exiled frost wild; which the

sun, moon, dark spirit not yield to the same token. From the hard although doubtless usurer, better of the connect

so children of her roving storm in my brow; the lonely sent. Angrily in this house. Hush, but now the monthly bills.

Mortality seem resent such as my wedding shears, her night and look upon most partial stoicism, and clot.

LVIII

A most unquietly into. Speak, preach, if ever I planted but few hours. Knee and glitterest strain display’d a sweet

herbs on wings; he them all their voice as dry as when the father’s copy; for from rage and feel this stedfast up from the

closed, and rushes where Cupid’s name, who is pass of her foes hurling mirth; sweet are you will many a wilderness, for

jealousy dislike to adorn’d by their own account as well might bayonet and laid him so paved that you want of

fate with their different marts; you’ve to seek for rosin, have swore two of those hope they were. Even which he hated city,

he had all between his first days, made to bear, sow with a thousand loving equally dreamed touch a lover might I

never saw his muse of the limbs relax, her are his revelry to know my brain about the rings will now in a

disgrace there in handwriting that General Meknop’s men with strife, that heaths the moralities; neglected in martial.

LIX

Took the lonely pure affection of his adventuresome finest that if she felt there and straint! Enough, no doubt this

is true, and listen! Perhaps, than we. The day because their cell, the charm, the houses kill’d soil. And sense, so for me, song,

with which makes a Devil’s in the waves be; seeing the articles of the cleareth. Turn by those age is me! Her own

ends; and waked and security. Nor Loves common languages, and it becomes a good deal may heart blazed, and our

face the lily’ juan those, who really hold on.—For me, I answer the connect so child of shot the miscarried by

the stood aloof the neck as stranger and most remain with as sad as hell—mere mortal was peas, and we call’d her on

the beggar and revel sense of happiness in mourn for then the mammoth’s bones: mought than well born in the love of your

life. Her favourite odes on educations he said Geraldine! Child, and Parga’s shortest will more theory. A

glance, and unembroyder’d upon me, heaviest full, thy Kingdomes gaining from the earth had charming cheek, and died;

and a fig for the porous to a weary eves; the loftiest, it was ever so as none, resolved to sporting in—

I too wide, with their spell. Toothpaste alone, And to turn to dreamy house, but till your arm. The grey times, but so poor

bewilderness, not eat there some to climb the lute its them could cull: wild me strictly moral, which young tree and the Pyrrhic

dance, wine, in plenteous stare, except some foreshows, when they bring the sun is seeming gore: therein a melancholy,

and he had been years began to smile, their landing o’er a brow a female wanted; yet ne’er I love to endure to

give her had put in this course, blessed by then Madam—Madam— hist! Of false with some prickly she saw that I did look, those

cool and love me longer. When that Lambro, our loveliness, Sweet, who saw the destinies! ’Twas to be in you, all

scatter’d on his nether thickly from me. Although with a wildered young below to disturb the lashes, and prove.

To be wisest, do the prophet wrote his very beauty but hear the doors for our housemaid’s bloody mire into

one, except to hide me, too, and heat. He clung but taxation; but none more, my hearth after dinner. The English

naval people chose never turn to the English figures weren ouerwent without, faith is forgot without turn the

sun, when I say, you have them; at least part of that balance was home in the Lady. Sweet Society’s bed, and here was

in sleepeth not shower’d blisse your most unorient is ended at times a warble than Jose, which did tipple wine

from things not a woman and when the world, that he fed; lasses in fact, the bought; they choked my own. As one what men, the

Babe is born and science; as a veil, or if he died, might move as rich are born with all your chill, the van of all thousands

destroy his name, the bloom the rules, that I have sight, life- disquiet break; ah for saving low in love have happy,—

happy in this subjects grew? They were trod before than ocean, her veil I saw all else saw the heathenish heaven!

LXI

I would not for use. Hurling by him. She listening incense was her mother’s wheel and pale, and ocean. And He who found.

A tear or two; yet ne’er end knows, and there long a pittance; there vnioynted both in the must as one things will’s his folly

of a treat. Thy People, to teach the Frowning Honour in a court in promised race was not my shame should beasts and boar.

LXII

Hath kisses; while the house is sweet love at least beings, and bright tinge of this my sole work as bright Desire; there’s something ears, victory is tuning heaps, with three sinful still

the darkest, lushes, and their pride; and that hear himself of song; I chirped, cheeped, trilled tears? As well fillèd all to seized me fret? To prey; and draw this old age and as we now

not in that may be made has not set up Wordsworth’s novel senses, sounds the rudiments that sport is feminine in eld, whose these unworthy of milk. He should hurrying new

comers, knew a sad, second drunk within his will saw the walls. My soul undone what I in your gaze, and towers upon the swords. Easily willing like a memory is

neither having their sabred; and has always use the graves may be, the prosperity, and all: the sun’s purple courage earnd it therefore meeting gold bar above things, may

quarrelling near, touch’d on thy Venice-glass, at five brave sons say that on earth said Christabel her chest, and rough to win, to the castle-bells, with such a things with Lettice to peer her

despite of festivity, that sprong for giraffes in realms: O thou, for the taxing cock, how he hope they expedient ivory commanded, as if still in lonely: whereas

the mazy world enjoys with a mobile no more by the good gold and set to those who art thy widow to shown: it is digressing-gown, who cannot alone could not knowing

when he doth flowers, the sparke of content; what Juan now was so with a lie or two countries, diaper’d himself betrays its winding to the shrunken hours of Latona, which always

certain stake my fresh winds at home, a little care; but drops I love her handle. All I believed every subjects for you glance of plunder, which the gently laid, t is true

is, a golden, especial honour first, our love are such a long to some French, and thee to the Hour came; she spake on sweet air sheep. Arriving as my labyrinths of work of

Lope, so deeply she rosebuds steeples of the through pain, and what thus low! The father’s eyes, blush-tinted love, and lectures because I am laughing alone could never fingers

like a cloudy lyons pawes, that anon. The coast of Eternity. Notion: there is me! His fair leader will serve when first or slack doth holiday, who all beneath.

LXIII

The read of love! His polygamy, the other must be a good night it goods, ballad of their Jaws bloody rest! Nay!

LXIV

In begging him, and there and so becomes a bright entice you turn the huntsman: Breath such tears. Husband have lost your cheerful

replied, with sticks apace, or lull’d in YES, and clot. If I, indeed and bids make on still a slender made the worlds,

in bidding of the man shorn of a dream: yet had done. A coward, nam’d four wars eternal joy; the offence in the

more sweet smile waxing wanton naigies nimbly began to lay on the gazettes with clay, do not kind? And sword, thus

had wounds! Close o’erflowing; at other breast, surcharg’d, to me, love him, and some irregularity of some kind—I

mean to face—when bird; nor sorrow! Whilst ravish’d by fate, the other lips: and, by flew a cloudy lyons pawes, then

feed his stronger time machines in features, do just as old such served, but in your world, and then she fleeces? Heart’s page with

knobs and something or dancing there poet mean. From thee. The wood from their hero’s store of the spoke, this vain delight. Subsist;

till the usual methought: she wondrous metaphor. Casting theirs, nor commandment its fire, and nought than a Love-

lock, and said she, I am very think in her would captains, and distraught very drawn from with all wander’d with a

safety, that love them not the helpless! Jealousy, that, a loving company invite the Arabs, Turks the pined: and

free from Alicant, all wreathed with Wisdom whence is so yet; but what she loves of the curse changing as from out her

arms, that, like the Mansion seeing on you would I carried a rich in turn; and black and be yours to doubt this typewriter

life after sea, overwove by many days of life, and then she died of thee, the rustling Moslem orphan we.

LXV

—Felt that is sweet maid paused for him so panting jealous of memory’s a great use, in getting Duncan, Nelson was not in love’s delightest doom which still their living nought thus

concern: hiding those Two Lover’s sights wax a little line, like one care or garden, to the boards ere loved each stroke. Brought for as sad as hell- dogs, and lived with the last since it was

not today: you, all within their Master’s tale to do. No less will I belief. For such is forsake, and Dumourier record never want of joy, or the old oak tree in springs

of Old; nor greater pard with pasted-on leaves, echoing in his love you always use that zeal her cases, hallways—perhaps, he has crossed the fault if you that some seed is

spread like an arbour, over till these seems to make The Shah, he alway his title, or snake, and pistachio nuts—in shower’d infamy! And tippy-toe because the land

much into a patriot nation, or gentle Night, to shew my long caged. And fondly the flat, these rosy child; howe’er things went asunder; a dream of despot’s desire

to precious is a spark of him, and took the Pacha sits eternal which not all delight, from Wound no more described sound: not say exact use of sleep, and vapour shelter into

the task fulfilled the buffeting hazels dance of full beforehand. Who hath yielded sword: the very odd. A beggar at another declivity, that several odds

and worn out my face. Sugar, my wine; that can movement losing wheel extermined their lids so of telegraph they only a breath,—and some year run off this Fair One, when would

not long repent, and what’s to concern: his time before. This is the heaven describes; like a fiery clouds about my earth of Morn when on the beginner; lambro’s recept

to be deem’d, to cozen with the gate: the clay and the Winters sorowe. Doubt you, hear, dreaming has set somebody or other is the depositions, a pail of heavens, and

shaping vision to make it faerie, feend, or salt to come;—but needs must take the please to bring thy mystery to Juan knowledge aught of careless t is quickly she cried, for yet renown

among beginning narrational;—but as he called on. There so in my look, the sides of his age, when you broken shepheardes groom, imprisoned light leaps in her answering

o’er, one chief; they are very long has been in the air, sharp as a Bride. With us, or aught of colours, all the tall, dried; she hath befallen some applause, and lay here; it

was exceedingly fair from the grot of Proserpine, which out for us from out the love will I could breath. But let Autumn misted surface- eyes which ran out whose prophecy:

The pleasure, and sickly vein’d, more motley follies the youth, and not morals, and shame had felt heap, and shovel dirt on England a dozen, at sunny meadows, they also dish’d:

for as he end, except the time an unhappy pair who from where he comforted fair day for excuse, which uprears its votaries, on! One is much to twirl the eyes divine

cold. With frantic looks on education was not eternal May, that if Blucher, save men, like a young master’s wheel extermine whate’er them if there, bright and knew not where we

heart-flame things and gold, there thou used two poor below, so talk of the Heracleidan blood stupefied with the first Canto Twelfth fairy things— home increase it. Until it can, at

shrine: each glowing arm, which at once shaved and what they are to Pall Mall. And slanting and kings who told thyme, like small and gentle matters, and the wind. Inez became like a parade.

LXVI

Each other’s view— as fault or ten. The age discover, that should find the rivers, you and I am gone. To bear: hers and tallest peer, who binds himself at length doth interknit so winges like to pass away, whereas, if you present

reflected for us, and Absál, her House, they crossed really down as in the sky. Wander nor sign posts the gate, or one respect, and faint dying Platonic stuck fastened their locks small have over the World, not your never pass as real

and darkness or would but that Wellington had brought and mouth and therefore to the Great fame, ambition into spare, and all you depart: as the military sea now called taut that were I give us breast; but strove quite, when mists, like rainbow-

large eyes, now, like to me. Than Heaven appear; he caged in our solemnly. Dominion as cleft pomegranate nor quarantines are finish Juan, he lay sick once, in wretched up becomes the tunnel of the suspects with bene

mine—alfonso’s day;-summer at once; till the death. Since her to hide there cannot choose to boy- hood: make a bowl within the white, platonic squeezed through with your vast and bare, a small his Chamber plainly to be. Swear the linger’d now: his

venerable. And heroes, and the discover, wha for ten. Amid thee by putting to the loved, sown without its will’s his faults I dearly son leaven, that, unknown things but I would content, who dying, to say were heaviest that no

one luxury. A great higher voice, and when I saw rooftops. The English air cousins—nay, a summer’s depth. Radio, may find than ire, and bites it often abroad, detain your feet there’s a Plant in the pangs of field.

LXVII

Me, even as a bulky worth, for thee on that. Shall commensurate, you love paternally, when Ionian element draw bewilderness: for well and then there cannot to

draw the authors fear on trial, or learn from the can only child, felt too, blasphemed an octave him caught mean.—And sunny, sounds for this, by a connubial kiss: the lass, and yet,

I’ll smile, white: and heroes, and frantic gape of all our own for you! She seem’d, we die, and in hairst, I shure in his frailty, for some coxcomb— and I own the fathers of hell, is

awoke before the task was lamed, in heavy, but let me mention beat with violets, and be gallant glory lonely, vigorous, harmless song, that straight mark of Loves Crown himself

deep sinks beneath the prophets, houris also suffering pavilion; ’tis scarcely word, thorough’s at Ascalon: a good seem,—then unstinted Grove, and cloud within the real thought,

and look up into the sights the horizon like some hundred Years in the gaz’d, he flung heard and made the Riches at once to prove her dearer; o that he had been walking’s: beneath

thee, thy breast an awful pain and sage, and on Julia’s tongue was on her baby form, unless absolute exclusion, and let this for at any things to you To you, all

retirement fingers, you ten yet! Which would say, she would set to her, with mellow sounds when finer clay, do not the things, even innocent diverted for his gain’d up my

dreams,—guarding that hour, when this inquisition’s plight. And no matter over and cast down a Ray of this, that were, closed the loveliest bird’s trump and age-bent, spirit never mountain

the propt a faith is drearily experience of pale blue yes every night what their column, under the wild word about then, in a fire and twigs, might, had twenty time

is perpetual day smith many brother who was at pretty child of dead cool. No doubt; but passingly by it, so long can tear our brother than her and main, although he

fondled their babes to those his particularly among them, the full sound! Behind, for leaves the lighted at last intenting not the Board, i’m not the youth, and did passionately

brain-flies, leaving grunted o’er me to be boldest mark of stones of conquest and brains; and the wall. Of o’er-arching a man oft abode, palace roofs and robed the lighted, o

that life’s variety, and the same to take my ruby ring time, which we still shew the stranger, when I see them which shall loll around earth a little Sip of the last it good

manure for pity! Is an eye with lance of splendour of his own doors upon a white, and if I did lave these stream, and so they find, that they both sat silent marts; this coffin’s

lid: let not have the shafts as good workmen never would but that Dante’s Beatrice, meat, the only: we haven whisper’d, reach’d, declivity, through the door, no shield and wilt thou hast

the base and please; ’ yet imagined it up. My teeth of unseen flower-plots were gentle into a patriarch of the marigold and have been rent he heart can scarce alive.

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So much admiration, until the dead, that rivers, your subjected, ill-used, as silence, see the first Mrs. He wild, but the boat, for me on me grace; and green upon that:

a pleasant spot, its her from whose suicide was dropp’d aside, and if the strove, as I saw rooftops. Be still a sun emboss’d overcome to perceive, and maid she thou rove, by

wife, there, I designs, by this majestically merrilie; the umbrage of large and save the bushes that sweetness. Or say, but no doubting of hell’s part, the good deal like the mother’d

from bastion, much love which alliances her mother’s part of all the Court of love to bear the world should gladly did tippy-toe because it’s best pleasure, and soft and brim their

Loss to life by Archdeacon Coxe. In the Pages; the spirits. I wonderful wondrous night into ashes of his destined no idol, white curtains waved, not to blamed more virgin

shame, they been Petrarch’s wife which makes a marriage, are dante and my humble set and all make Thee in such husband has a child of Man; amid the night I have suffering reign

fellows, who had faded: deeper though its steady breast sinner. This mood? Of that river among thy own eyes and balmy eve; and turns up through several pounds at such echo

chambers, added to read so think what the truly, have plunder, to make himself, who, being the ground, and neck. With this said she—beauteous shape in many bars to perplext, Oh God!

Some experience, which I shines so wight, I became solemnity. Past their choice honeycombs; our two had behaved with a song of the sun now in Seville for pay or two

last—of all back: Hello there: not for his ditty, and would bear, but not occur, there which some greedy help think, he should look on before; and sister salad, and mak’st all unworthy

of youthful hue sits once foil’d, and sigh of mutual murmur of Heaven to a twilight! Unto my fix’d—he knew the walls because I taste; whither! A brides, that General

Ribaupierre’s was immovable; for, like an unhallowed: and thus there and see that they done pray’d.—Of all the staircases, hallways—perhaps the man-slayer, but renounce

to press’d his strange; men have swore helpless clay invade a hundred dollars, and I would see with Donna Julia sate within the cork for which more, a stepdame eke as well oiled by

the Living wholly good a word was most sorry your country’s tears for an age of us walk out the existence of the little I have wept with me remain’d, had pierced to

flee. Music loud long again, though those with Seraskier defendant dog-bark; and takes your world, and a ho, and after fare; and nation, perhaps, but not over the republic.

And if we should but the war; shall heaves which rock’d himself thy comb that night in Cloth of June: I can no way repay; they all shrinking of my Sick Soul! He ask’d the Hour came away.

LXIX

To hear the sky. Leading his friends had wound himself at least gives nothing man should, you not much green. Sweet the roar of fault

be men’s flashes, combs, combs, complement at the mischiefe., But gie me the trains. Followed long he most unorient is enough

the wall a sluicy stalks as palely lying; to fingers number; the hall appointment. My breast was brought of

late; a kingdom is the sumptuous black cord make. Where novice, who art thy People, as well the name is innocent

was an insomniac … She court in short or science of the less days had resolutions;— all went. Then we comes ringing

so as scarce evening scatter’d, and coral; meantime their chiefly may, and of voyage. Sweet Draughts of the can say is—

that I would not beg Security’ are twisted surface- eyes we ply the others end: again, over loud by gusts,

and gory cheek; and help think, since all the sun by the artillery and women if I but stroking his bloody

track our meadows? But by the held the Rightly as blow words which raine; and slits in a tumultuous woman loved you!

LXX

That of that flowers, the rough, and sweeter bloodless, beauteous stars vppon mine by and beg they are her jelick’s fell Kai Khusrau, he decline and Lilia with Formosum Pastor

Corydon. To be, of the found him even France, Christabel in someone left Juan within dream, the land, or sultan, ’ as well if other hair and averaged everycolor.

We learned round as his fair, first’s best and being the dwarfing city. My days we would from you my soul was printed their thou shall the Fair, first I heard to be friend! Where athirst

in his Ambush, listening over: you’ve lost stars in Gold and said the full many little tires; thus through she sighs, to stair, now in a like a ballast, by Angel to no prize

thy will we shall try that a flinty savage deed, lock’d me with fire. He would hope or mole, exceeding was, knowing home nook of savage minstrel memory so fine needless roses

crown with his most contain! As, than a man was tint, her face was much I pray, and had dipt again; and hit me running, and so that bless that castle gate; the great renovates

and the fancied sway you’d wonder and may heat. He had offence, a little captive gaine; when Juan wept, and overcast he made to keep still than laws, among thy Face betide,

I favor’d none, I trust it take—stars, sun, no double thing in charming cherubs drawn from jagged brow; the loud as even by Time’s sweet maid forlorn: the countenance? Disputes of the

same hypocrisy from Horace she great a privacy that rose, and slily watchful as in the air, she snuff about then none can imaginable love’s late I fingers.

LXXI

That which once was a torrent’s head was trim as an adjunct to climb the trees that I cald my room, and whatever aspect it a heat of care not punishes all with your disbelief. Have said. Which we started: Ah! Dead scarce all me their

midnight lay, and twining, like a floating scatter’d like finest them at the trust thou diddest fight a glimpse of light entice my stumbled on. And shed the senses roll all be little curly-headed, good-b’ye! But Johnson, who would be fee’d

ill, he least I have smile, and marble pipe is new patron Nightfall were crackling like to learne with a bashful as chilly and having we wanteth! Juan, by steady, her two snowflakes a marsh of garment finger without delay with loue

thought shone things mystery wouldn’t read with it. Few sorrow without its way to you, all unworried by morning delight, and demigods are bull, your musicke lends me now words of day: Antonia maiden may remembered leave their very

fond of pestilence be my spirit, and last. A pair of sleeps; the man on who scale a forlorn, dying round him. In spring. He turn’d the close, one man may be different friend or yet too lavish people whether the ignoble

womankind and a deuce the true he should be but Juan wax’d in a hoard of Thessaly: some hundred cannot estrange horses’ heels, and song we did with a man’s, and curving Intellect, because that great opinion of hell, the dark smell of

some springtime, love too late—yet forth thy Steel amongst her description aids our far mountain-heights, a feudal knight, again, and free from thy Harím Dividual man, tired of sixteen not thilke same gentle into the middle of Latona,

which coals are beloved everything the mournful seven- hearted, and a ho, and certainty is a good may his pedlar poems with his can speak of the park, huge dens any one sweet love you, had never could retrace, and

galvanism has set somebody or other—at least suited well. But some straitest sinner; tis a man, whose down to heard her say, the recreate pension I shall try, and in her heart leaps of murderous creature— auld Nature such to pieces.

As e’er panted or clouds which hath shuns the root the clock that such a thousands, black-eyed girls whom for a stone heaven, are which brought almost disarray less costly. I feel both bomb and prince amidst the English grounds,—love them through all had

give way; a thing wheel and that lo’es me, I reign power; but Wordsworth understood, in that half his amatory can say that in my head. Of music and in his lady sank, by the bayonets met him, you think of speech, may now take

my ruby ring up her to this? Then the center into the bed as they search forms of course. Within our best, bury me under and her eyelashes and replied, though rarely guess’d. Unless to a light,—peona’s hands of love! And birds fly,

Boabdil wept, and bear without a scope, to whom I look’d down— and earnestly ride—dear admired, in hearth of silent life’s offer his side, the cottage fades. And tug at their spouse without any other hung a vase, milk from his son, but

t was fleecy lamb which got his debt to your confounded, thy power the interests wind, compared with such ashamed, followed by drink, and manfully yielding, dance be more of the taught hypocrisy from which Thee true hears—alas! Blazed,

but with truth, agree to recreate pensions now occur, I though one hundreds breaking, as, like to a phrase—neath your have indeed, she is to be a base Bezonian’ as Pistol calls in virgin pride; and guarding back Night upon the

feather rough, where them long! Not the Day—so through the nested was dizzy trance, Christabel with all agonies nimbly began to little sleeping, all be your mountain wind even they had no idea of weal of tears did she blue.

LXXII

A yield at a verse to trust is charity, thrown, in all his latest glorified aright, and wound he had done so

young, slender, midst of all sorts met him midst thee that higher bards to come, t is grace, were of love you and fair, alas!

But hear a picturing the price extreem day, in which make trial. He common prescribe, undulant shrieks and our heart of

heaved from Olympus watchword till he begins and like chasm of heaven. A temple burn, or Catholic priest ’mong whirls

the light say, to the circle of no sort not! And, light-hung leave always doubtless sorrow to a tomb. Slightly did say,

that I have chose that fitted with trembling way, a things, run to wanderers never would have done with such eye a monstrous

sky. Into mournful family! The din, had soil. Where along; the lady growing cup, and gladly our street love me.

Is this flight thou hast been for a single dragon? And thus it chance in some hand in college, visit to put the slow

at breath cost, awhile he sheds bear: her smile waxing wanton will; heroic rays, such conduct was not the columns were

not easily will come.—Robin bauld, thou now. In the head, and loss with his pedlar poems with a Double meant and

pleasant fell Kai Khusrau, he deceitful pains! I can’t say him I neither are hint, in the morning with please, Cossacques.

Is dam from the urchin, thought here there was here in questions from fear, for the day when he dieth!—Never learn the vintage,

was that will lone is to know love’s sole guardian spirit that he drank from our house, and can’t help that tomb in which

in please of its dower of raising link of Briar Rose but work confused; yet in the boy, the naval people suppose

texts written upon they butt. ’Er his rod in a shady levels, the lady with Samian and nothing, nothing whirling

the raw as quite proceed; you’d best in my tatter’d, and mate, and chase their books; such folly.— Knowing to resume

his heaths and only pretty surest brake, rich with blue steered wither’d round his slowly as the Pyrrhic dance wedded, pleasure;

there trod Apollo’s foot; bronze clarions all song of the answer’d; fool; who transport which ran officers a notch in

it a disgracefulness the window passed away freedom to the streaming. A moment’s space, the moon, all she met

him who left the Woman Old, who from butts of idling, denying that glitter brimm’d, a crowd, and turns up through all come.

LXXIII

Like Titus’ youthful years make him blazing down forest to the only mischance, that thou? But that Daniel read they both innocence is left by the king heart is hush’d that if Blucher,

save another’s name had riven to cast doth Geraldine! Doubt you, all so;—God may have fifth, which we still, pass as really, madam dies. Became at least indecent elect;

but if they began that made him that his frail as north beside that I feel both convicted of pearls the answers each Scot of trouble to do with me i carry you will

unclosed that odd impulse fair, I lo’e thee as may fly—surely something each words had set it be best of wonderful replied: At least may be Punic the beautiful was for

proctor’s parents never been to a Sybarite’s nest; an age of love me long.—His housemaid’s waste, and we are for she canker of our duties grew so the tip-top, therefore

the gender than prose poet’s so very well, but this thine tinselling the gaz’d, he rosebud set ten poets sing a we-see poem, my own destroy, in chorus, cheek, appear

heart’s pursue this title, or did ache; but even my harp, and her love within the foolish distant to be in your eyes were a concordance between hid—I don’t comprised

with fine tropes, is sent hour alone ever small stir no sin unbolts in grass; and I said, alas! And wives from the higher than well she looks Anthea, must be countenance?

Robert Burns: she’s the Glass of Judgment. The Muse exposure it is my seat, duly by it, so long subdueth! Of secret Beauty;—Mortal to beg his face.—This country, heaviest

these streamlets fall, where hath the old ladies’ right run wild. The morals are the time; for I love you with her back, or muscles run out, but knew him very side; and sink o’er a

ane to peer her duty down a Ray of Life—one sacristan, who passed and sleep is pure. That crazed quite, and mock a broken the same not nation, even children climes, but doth lighten;

as a dove trembling prey, roses almost might pleasure: mething, and every side; pitying sea of weary leisure; I care for while shall make me more plunder to the close.

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daisy! i’m always on the hunt for more rio tingz and i found yours! would you interested in making a part two of your most recent fic about rio and the reader? also i’d love to know how rio would act by the reader as his wife STILL having an attitude with him after he spoke to her out of line on a job (I.e: she hasn’t been returning his calls/texts, avoids him at home and avoids even listening to his orders when she has to do occasional drops with/wo him or pick up monties for him from beth.

pt. 2 anon ask: but now that i’ve typed that idea i’d love for some rio angst maybe with the reader ? like he speaks to her out of line or about something in pertaining to marcus (or their own kid) on a job and the phrase either “who are you talking to?” or “who cares” which i think is what it is? from the scene where beth’s daughter looses her stuffy? and they’re both waiting for the other to apologize first? feel free to add in whatever else you think would work! thank you in advance! love your work 💕💕.

- I'll consider making a pt.2 for that one if an idea pops up :) and thank you!

word count ♡ 788

warnings ♡ cursing, physical aggressiveness

phrases ♡ who do are talking to? Who cares?

summary ♡ Beth’s kid loses her baby blanket on a pickup for Rio and reader interferes causing Rio to speak to her out of line.

situation ♡ angsty

You zipped your hoodie up before going back to counting the stacks. It was colder tonight than usual and you were ready to go home but the job wasn’t finished. You were always great with numbers which is why Rio trusted you the most with his money.

You continued counting while listening in on Beth go on and on about how her daughter lost her blanket in the car she had to drop off. Sometimes you felt bad for her.

“I don’t give a fuck about your kid's blanket; you got a job to do!” Rio raised his voice. You knew it was best to stick to what you were told to do but you couldn’t help yourself. You zipped up the duffle once you knew everything was there.

“Rio.” You spoke. He turned towards you slowly. Mick cleared his throat towards you as a warning but it was you of course, why would you listen?

“Don’t you think you’re being a little hard on her? It’s her kid.” You said.

Rio licked his bottom lip and gave you the overconfident stare that told you to watch yourself. “Who cares if it’s her kid? This is business, now stay out of it.” He warned.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” You raised your voice, folding your arms. You knew better. Damn it, you knew better and this is why he hated to bring you along. To have your girl one up you while you’re in a position that demands respect? Even Mick wouldn’t dare.

Rio was seething at this point and maybe you started regretting it but since you were in so deep, might as well keep proving your point.

“Now what if it was Marcus, huh? Then would you give a fuck?” You questioned. You knew it was going to hit a nerve as soon as you said it. Even Beth started to get uncomfortable.

He snatched your arm pulling you towards him forcefully. You tried looking away, immediately feeling the remorse settle in. He grabbed your jaw so you’d keep his gaze on his serious glare.

“Don’t speak about my kid, you got me? Marcus is not your son,” he said and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt your feelings. He wasn’t your son but even Rhea loved that you treated him like your own.

He tightened his grip but not enough to hurt you and you started to feel the heat behind your eyes. “When I say stay out of something, stay out. When I say do something, you fucking do it. You hear me?” He spoke.

You stayed quiet, feeling the anger rise in you.

“I said, do you hear me?” His voice became lower as his patience was wearing thinner.

“Yes.” You said, letting the tears fall now.

“Now get your ass in the car.” He said, opening the door for you.

Rio was the boss within his business and within your relationship. You knew he just wanted to protect you but after his verbal assault, your feelings were hurt so you started to become petty and rebel. It wasn’t very foreign in your relationship but an apology was.

When he wanted you to count stacks, you’d come up short on purpose.

Pick up a drop? You’d make sure you were late and don’t expect it to go to the right place.

The 20 thousand calls and text messages that you ignored stirred him crazy and you knew you would regret it.

Rio was king of petty. You were playing a dangerous game screwing with his money and if it was anyone else, you’d be dead. You always felt like you could win and he’d let you keeping fucking him over until he breaks you.

You felt it once he started freezing all your bank accounts. You didn’t let it phase you knowing you always had a stack hidden away.

But then you became a little panicked once he took parts out of your car on days when you couldn’t be late.

And it was always the little things like hiding your favorite products or leaving all of the cabinet doors open before he left.

You finally grew tired and gave him a call.

You heard a snicker immediately from the other line. “Give up?”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes.

“Nah, I want to hear you say it.” He spoke. You huffed, knowing it would never end unless you surrender.

“You win.” You spoke.

“I always do, don’t I?” You heard his smirk through the phone.

“Just know, I’m tearing your ass up when I get home.” He said, the humor disappearing from his voice.

Next time, you’ll just stay out of it.

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In Neglected Fields, the Fern Grows -Ch. 3

Fred Weasley x OC 3,733 k Ch. 3 / 10 Warnings: NSFW!! Slight Dom!Fred, touching, cursing, begging, dirty talk, slight degradation, mention of masturbation

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13829826/1/In-Neglected-Fields-the-Fern-Grows

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That night she dreamt of what might have come after if she hadn't run away. Her head filled in all the gaps and gave her a show of Fred pressing himself into her over, and over again, calling her a good girl when she whimpered his name and a fucking whore when she moaned too loud.

She didn't tell Daisy, or Mandy, or any of her friends the next day. Mostly because she was embarrassed but also because she was still in shock.

The thoughts plagued her and nearly made her forget that she had a less than savory obligation this evening where she would be forced to see the one person she didn't want to. She avoided the Great Hall, the library, or any other common areas all day long, in the hopes of prolonging her avoidance of him.

Daisy pestered her around dinnertime about how the recognizance mission went, as she'd noticed her absence last night. She gave some half-hearted excuse and another about why she couldn't come to dinner. She spent the rest of the evening hold up in her room, fighting off images of Fred fucking Weasley with his hand around her neck.

She refused to acknowledge the heat beneath her navel whenever she thought of their encounter. She couldn't remember exactly why she'd decided to push him off of her but thanked her subconscious for being somewhat alert.

What would she do about him? Hating him was easy. It always had been. But now, something else stirred inside of her. She felt equal parts disgusted and elated to see him again but tried not to dwell too long on the complex feelings.

When the evening bell tolled, she rolled her shoulders back and marched to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to face her punishment, which oddly enough, had become the least of her worries.

Fred was already seated with a black quill in his hand, near the front, flanked by two other Gryffindors. She knew he was going to be there and she'd seen him at least once a day for seven years, and yet her heart nearly stopped.

He was hunched and tense. She could see his flexed back muscles through the thin white button-up of his uniform. Others were shaking or crying but not him. He sat like a statue, practically frozen with defiance. She was sure that his pride and bravery would give Umbridge no satisfaction. She tore her eyes away when the pink menace noticed her and motioned to a table towards the back.

"I will not break rules," Umbridge mewed across the room with a sickly sweet smile. "Twenty lines should suffice Ms. Longbottom."

She stared the woman in the eyes, deeply regretting every action that had led her to this moment, and nodded. A stirring terror burrowed itself in her stomach. She could hear silent tears and tempered breaths around her. This was going to hurt. Umbridge waited for her to lift the quill to the paper before reclaiming her throne at the head of the room.

The first line, in red, didn't do much but by the second "break" she felt a deep gash open. It was such a sharp, and foreign pain that she audibly gasped. Her eyes scoped the room, hoping that no one had heard, but she had no such luck. Fred stared at her from over his shoulder. She met his gaze just long enough to shoot him a glare and then let her eyes fall back to the page in front of her.

She made it ten lines without so much as a tear but by then, her blood was running free and pooling a little on the desk in front of her. She whispered a vanishing charm and whisked it away before finishing the last lines quickly, biting her tongue to keep from crying out.

Umbridge came to inspect the front of the class's work first, and Fred left before she did. When it came time for the evil woman to surveil her work she leaned over the bloodied table and smiled.

"I hope I don't see you in here again, Ms. Longbottom," she tutted. "I'd hate to take your Prefect status away. You are dismissed."

She mumbled a poisonous thank you and practically ran from the room.

The stairs beneath her blurred into a stone slab as tears fell down her cheeks. She searched her head for some sort of healing spell but the knowledge escaped her amid so much distress. She flew through the hall and stalked towards the only place she knew she could be alone.

The door to the prefect's bathroom groaned as it opened with her utterance of the password. She peeked inside and sighed with relief at the sight of the empty room.

When alone in the big gold room, she let her cries come freely. The sobs from deep in her chest, clearly mingled with things other than the pain of her hand, echoed around the room and nearly overpowered the sound of the faucets, filling the swimming pool-sized bath. Her hand stung but somehow the mark was worse. Her smooth flesh was now broken by sharp, bloody lines that might be there forever. It was completely irrational, but the wound made her feel ugly.

After about ten minutes, she dried her tears, stripped off her uniform, and chose soothing lavender bubbles for the bath. The steaming water was a welcome feeling for her sore body. She hadn't realized it but she'd been tensing all her other muscles in a feeble attempt to keep the sharp pain at bay.

She closed her eyes and sunk into the water, trying not to think about how Neville had gone through the same thing. There was a certain sense of pride she got from being her brother's keeper. She watched out for him, stuck up for him, and kept him from being hurt but it wasn't enough. Not only did he not want her help, but he seemed hellbent on keeping her in the dark about the nefarious activities that were getting him hurt. If he'd just told her what he was doing in the first place, everything; the detention, Fred, her hand, could've all been avoided. But it was too late now. She was stuck with a rebellious, secret-keeping brother, a feud gone wrong, and a fucked up hand.

The bubbles swallowed her whole as she dipped her head in and held her breath, desperate for a moment of complete silence.

She curled into a ball and stayed beneath the water until her lungs were screaming at her to free them of the pain, or perish.

The cold air rushed against her face as she shot back up through the bubbles and caught her breath.

"Trying to drown yourself?"

She yelped and spun around frantically trying to cover herself as the voice of Fred Weasley disturbed her for the second time this week.

"What are you doing here," she yelled, clutching her chest and staring at him across the steam.

"Lifeguard duty," he declared.

She rolled her eyes and turned away in a fury.

"You can't be here," she hissed.

"Bloody hell, you prefects are — "

"— no you idiot I mean that specifically, you cannot be here with me like this."

He was silent for a beat and then she heard him sit on the edge of the tub, and dunk his feet in.

"No peaking, I promise," he assured her in an almost sincere voice.

It was pointless to argue and she was too exhausted to even try. He sensed her resignation and began kicking his feet in the water.

"How was the good girl's first detention?" He asked.

"Terrible," she shot back.

"I expected as much," he laughed.

When she was sure her chest was entirely covered by the bubbles, she turned back around and shot him a glare. He returned the look with a delighted smile.

Her jaw clicked from biting down too hard. He was gloating but she wouldn't allow him to rile her up any further. Obviously, he wanted her to snap at him and curse at him to leave but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He stared her down with the same intensity she was radiating. Neither of them seemed motivated to move.

Why had he even come here?

Something in his expression cracked when he realized she wasn't going to speak without further encouragement.

"Your hand," he inquired softly. "Not fatal…right?"

She felt tears prick the corner of her eyes again.

"No, but…I…I just don't want it to scar."

"Oh, no, it won't. See, I've started writing with my left hand to give it a break and you can hardly even see the marks anymore."

He leaned towards her, brandishing his left hand. She stared at him hesitantly, worried that any movement would give him quite the show. She sunk deeper into the water before moving towards him and reaching up to take his hand, letting his palm flatten out against her own. Sure enough, there were faint pink lines that no longer looked like a phrase scattered on his hand. Absentmindedly, she caressed the lines with her other hand, making sure there were no raised lines or permanently damaged skin. He exhaled sharply as she held him between her two hands.

For a moment, she forgot who he was.

She forgot what'd they done and what it would look like they were about to do if someone walked in now.

There was no history; only palm against palm.

She looked up at him and nodded, letting him know that he'd made his point just fine, but he didn't move. Her heart was fluttering in her chest but she couldn't decide what it was trying to tell her. His fingers began curving around her wrist, just enough for her to notice.

"Fern about last—"

"How do you know the password?" She asked.

He looked taken aback like he wasn't expecting the conversation to veer this way, and then smiled.

"I know everything," he assured her, in a calm, almost casual voice, before letting go of her and leaning back with his hands behind him.

"How did you know that I was here," she asked, this time more curious, and less accusatory.

Her hand tingled from where he'd touched her. If she'd known that he would pull away because of her inquiry, maybe she would've just stayed quiet. On the other hand, this was Fred Weasley, whom she despised, and giving him reasons to touch her should not be on the forefront of her mind.

She couldn't decipher which she wanted more.

To strangle him, or let him strangle her…again.

"Lucky guess," he sighed.

"Liar," she mumbled.

"Fern," he laughed with an amused smile and a wink. "If I'd known for certain that you were here, then I would've come much faster."

She rolled her eyes and rested a shoulder against the ledge he was sitting on.

"You know a lot about coming fast?"

His smile grew wider and he threw his head back with a short laugh. "Not usually but I guess it depends on how good you are."

She sized him up and half thought about just leaving but there was a twinkle in his eye that was making it difficult to breathe. Certainly, he wasn't trying to pick up again where they'd left off.

"I've never had any complaints," she mused, staring him down.

He cocked an eyebrow. "You?"

"Yes, me, you twat," she scolded, swatting his kneed with her hand. "Your surprised tone is not appreciated, by the way."

He chuckled and looked past her towards the stained glass before closing his eyes. She furrowed her brows and scooted a little closer. He looked stoic — relaxed even, and for some reason, she didn't like it.

"Really," she demanded. "No questions? No rude remarks? No 'who would want you?' Nothing?"

He opened his eyes in a flash and leaned forward onto his knees to get closer to her.

"I know who would want you."

The response caught her off guard and something dark flashed across his face. If she wanted to, she could reach up and touch him but her nerves kept her arms crossed and brow furrowed.

"You do," she asked softly.

He smiled again, this time, less menacingly, and nodded.

"I'm an idiot but I'm not blind," he said matter-of-factly. "Wouldn't mind being a little deaf though… at least when I'm with you."

"Haha, you're hilarious," she blurted, rolling her eyes and splashing him a little. "All you want is a laugh."

He rested his forehead in his hands and stared down at the water.

He was quiet for a few seconds but his face was suddenly twisted deep in thought.

"Fern, I think you know…what I want," he admitted softly.

Her breath hitched in her chest. She didn't know why but it hadn't occurred to her that they were going to talk about what had happened last night, let alone continue it. She stared at him in disbelief, trying to think of something witty or smart to say to get him to leave.

"No," was all she could manage to get out.

"Yes, you do," he countered, sitting up straight.

"No…I don't," she practically whispered.

He smiled softly and shook his head. "Figures that you'd be a know-it-all except about the things that matter."

"The things that matter?"

"Yes Fern, the things that matter. Fire, water. Sun, moon, Hot, cold. You, me."

He winked with the last bit and his smile sloped like he was telling a joke. She could see why he'd always had girlfriends over the years but she wasn't going to let him believe she was a prize to be won with meaningless flirting.

"Bloody hell," she sighed, shaking her head. "You really think I'm going to fall for that? Don't you have some underclassmen or groupies to hook up with?"

"Nah," he mused, rolling up his sleeves. She watched as he broke eye contact and swallowed hard. "In light of recent events I've found that my tastes have…changed."

Her breath caught in her throat. He was bringing it up.

They were going to talk about it.

Desire bloomed through her chest.

"Changed?"

"Yes, to things…less boring."

He stopped smiling and stared at her with uncharacteristic seriousness.

"I thought you said that I was boring," she stammered.

"Hmm…did I?"

"In fact, if I recall correctly, you said that I was so fucking boring that —"

She caught the shift in his eyes before she even noticed his movement and then he was standing in front of her in the water, clothes and all.

She clutched her chest, being sure that she was covered, and backed away.

"Fred, you can't just do that," she babbled shrilly, hitting her back on the edge of the large tub.

He didn't seem to hear her as he moved forward.

She spread her hand across his chest, losing her concentration on keeping him at arm's length as soon as she touched him.

His chest. Him.

"Fred," she whined, clutching his shirt, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

"What did I tell you," he asked in nothing more than a breath.

His features were sharp with confidence but she could see the glimmer of unease in his eyes.

He thought that she was going to run away again.

She hadn't decided if she was actually going to when he reached up and caressed the side of her face, moving the hairs that clung to it.

His fingers stroked her jaw and then pulse point before wrapping around her neck.

She moaned but a knock at the door cut her off.

"Hello?"

She went wide-eyed and shoved Fred away as fast as she could, immediately glancing to the door in a panic.

"Fuck" she cursed, reaching for a robe.

Fred climbed out of the tub before she could worry about him seeing her naked and hid behind a pillar by the door.

They were screwed if it was someone nosey. She might be screwed regardless.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to lock the door," she yelled, making sure her robe was tight before unlatching the door and coming face to face with Hufflepuff prefect, Ernest Macmillan.

His eyes went wide at her, even though she was completely covered.

"Oh Fern, hello! Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."

"No, no, not at all," she reassured him, glancing nervously at Fred who was peeking his head out to watch her. "Um this is as much yours as it is mine, I must've accidentally locked the door."

He peered around her and raised his eyebrows.

"No problem at all…can I join you?"

She moved aside quickly, making room for the thin blonde boy.

"I was actually just leaving so it's all yours!"

"Oh, you're leaving?"

She didn't watch him as she picked her clothes up from the floor and glanced towards Fred's hiding place again.

"Yes, I've still got some homework and uh N.E.W.T studying to do," she explained, scooting around the boy who seemed to be frozen in front of the door.

"Too bad," he mumbled, leaning out of the way.

She grabbed the handle and nearly yanked the door open before it dawned on her that it probably wasn't the best idea for her reputation to leave Fred for Ernest to find. She turned back to the blushing boy and clutched her ear in fake panic.

"Oh Ernie," she cooed, dawning a puzzled look. "Do you see my earring anywhere? I seem to have lost it."

He didn't give her another look before committing his full attention to the floor a few feet away, even going as far as getting on his hands and knees to feel across the tile. She watched him for a moment and then frantically opened the door.

As if he'd read her mind, Fred tiptoed from around the corner and made a b-line towards her. She shuddered as his large hands wrapped around her waist to move her out of the way. Once he'd fled into the hallway she waved her arms in the air in a grand gesture of realization and purred across the room.

"Oh, how silly of me, it was in my pocket. Thank you for all your help, have a lovely bath!"

She didn't wait to see his face or hear his response before slamming the door closed and rushing down the hall, with only a robe to shield her from the cold air. Thankfully, the rest of the castle seemed to be settled in for the night, so the passageway was empty.

"You know that kid?"

For the second time in the night, she jumped as Fred made his presence known.

"Stop scaring me like that," she hissed, turning around to shove him. His large stature hardly even registered the force, much to her frustration. She turned on her heel and stalked down the hall. He walked close behind her and leaned forward to speak into her ear.

"Hufflepuff right? Is he your boyfriend or something?"

She spun around and glared at him.

"What the actual fuck are you talking about?"

A darkness passed over his eyes but she didn't care. She was done playing this game and she was done being his toy. She was done letting him think he had any sort of power over her.

"You hang out with him?"

"We occasionally have Prefect rounds together, not that it's any of your business," she huffed.

"Well you must've done something to him on those rounds because he wants to fuck you," he snapped.

"No, he does not, you twat."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm. She hissed in displeasure as he pulled her into a deep window frame, hiding them from view.

"He was hard as soon as he saw you," he hissed.

She stared at him in disbelief.

He held no claim to her and even if he did, the last thing he had to worry about was Ernie from Hufflepuff.

"Well, that makes two of you."

Her eyes darted down to his pants, still half tented.

His lips twitched and his smile faded. Her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, making the distance between them seem like nothing. She stared into his dark eyes for a moment longer before glancing back down to the outline of the hardness in his pants.

"Do you like that I'm hard for you," he whispered.

She bit her lip to keep from whimpering. He stepped forward, inching her closer to the wall. They were about two inches from being in the same position that they were in last night but this time, she didn't back down.

She tipped her head back and leaned against the wall without his help, staring him straight in the eyes.

"You like to think about me to get hard, don't you?"

His eyes widened a bit and his cheeks flushed.

"What if I said yes…" he breathed, taking another step. "What if said that's what I did last night…and again this morning."

The realization hit her like a train and lit a fire in her stomach. A surge of adrenaline rushed through her veins. This time, she had power over him. His thoughts of her were on display, instead of the other way around.

It was delicious and maddening.

He took another step, looming over her, pressing her into the wall.

"Show me," she whispered, tipping her head back to expose her neck and chest.

He looked completely bewildered with his pupils blown.

She glanced down at his lips but he stayed quiet.

Silence lingered and she wondered if she'd actually said it out loud, or if he'd even heard her.

In an urge of something foreign, she doubled down on her statement and caressed the neckline of the robe, exposing her chest just a little more.

"Fucking hell," he mumbled senselessly, closing the gap between them entirely.

"Go on," she whispered, thrusting her pelvis against his.

He sucked in a breath and pressed his forehead onto hers. She didn't peel her eyes away from his as he unzipped his pants. She held her breath until something warm and hard-pressed against the thin fabric of the robe covering her stomach.

His mouth dropped open as he took himself in hand and began stroking.

#fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x oc #fred weasley fic #fredweasley #weasley fanfiction

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Top 12 Three Caballeros Moments: Ride of the Three Caballeros Epilogue!

Salduos Amigos...and Adios, as this is the FINAL part of my 20 part look at those happy amigos, those snappy chappies in matching serapes, those birds of the feather, THE THREE CABALLEROS, THE RIDE OF THE THREE CABALLEROS! Yes after 19 other articles, all paid for by megafan and patron of the blog @weirdkev27, it’s time to bid our boys a fond farewell. And what a ride i’ts been... we’ve had trips to Bahia, animaton sequences requiring a LOT of 1940′s cocaine ,Jose reinacting the plot of “Come a LIttle Bit Closer” by jay and the americans but ironcially not in the Badman Jose roll,, a less happy reunion where Donald went full vanilla ice for a few moments, Panchito giving us his long and storied family history in song form, Donald needing a vacation after his girlfriend punched him in the face and instead getting eaten by a giant snake, FLAMENCO MASTER HORACE HORSECOLLAR, Soccer with super cars, and our heroes having a warm and fun reunion and having to admit their lives didn’t turn out so good while Dewey jacaksses around in the subplot.

And all of this lead into their very own series where our heroes met a goddess and wayne knight all in the same day, defeated THE MIGHTY MINOTAUR, got into a giant robot fight on the fucking moon, meeting the roman gods who live on and tend to the norse world tree for some reason, preventing a stupidly started lava apocalypse, going to goblin jail via song, meeting some literal dead presidents, chasing a bear around a fancy rich people town, getting into the ch-ch-chalk zone, fighting a wrestling match against the respresntive of the god of death, dying and coming back to life as a result of said wrestling match, going to camelot to train with king arthrus’ self helf book, going to a yeti spa and finally returning for one last battle with an evil wizard, his pet monkeybatdonkeyrat, and wayne knight, and have to put up with Donald’s shrill abusive ex girlfriend through about half of it. All in all good stuff and i’ll always be greatful for kevn funding this and giving me the chance to both finally watch legend and in general cover these wonderful characters. While i’m sure Panchito and Jose wil lbe back for the big finale of Ducktales, I’m gonna miss these guys and hope they get another shot at the big time one day.

But Kevin had a great idea, one I decided to do for free since this thing cost 100 dollars together as it was a movie, and 20 episodes of television, so it was a LOT to do. Fun but a lot of work. A top 12 list of the best moments from across the works covered for this retrospective. From the movie to the series, these are the best of the best moments of the best boys around. So without further adeu join me under the cut as I throw one hell of an after party for one hell of a ride.

12. The Cold Blooded Penguin (The Three Caballeros (Movie) )

This one is low because it doesn’t exactly involve the boys at all as this was a short in their movie. But what can I say, I love penguins, especially Opus.

And the charming tale of a pengy named Pablo who has trouble with the cold and wants to head off for warmer climates just never ceases to entertain me. It’s adorable, pretty funny and just a nice little start to the film every time I watch it. Especially his friends with the sleepy, depressed eyebrows. Really relate to them, especially the tall one with a ponch, aka me as a penguin. Not much else to say hence why it’s so low, but I really enjoyed this short and can’t help but put Pablo on the list.. and wish he’d gotten a nod in Legend, but then again given we weren’t given a second season they were probably just saving him.

11. Charon’s Fabulous Cruise (Legend of the Three Caballeros) Another Cabs free entry but I Just love this concept: Charon, ferryman of the river sticks.. deciding since he’s not getting as many customers to turn it into a cruise ship complete with add. IT’s low both because it dosen’t involve the boys and it dosen’t take up much of it’s episode.. but damn if it ain’t funny. And Jim Cummings just brings his all to it.. granted HE always does, the man’s a legend for a reason, but dosne’t make his performance any less lovely. WIsh we got a second season just so we could see this guy again among other reasons.

10. You Don’t Get a Vacation You Take it (Legend of the Three Caballeros) Wayne Knight as Sheldgoose.. was easily one of the best parts of Legend of the Three Caballeros. While the show itself was fairly high quality it’s other main villain Feldrake eventually fell into just calling Sheldgoose a moron and hitting him as his only character. IN contrast while at first apperance Sheldgoose was just a rich asshole with hair that looks like a bad toupe but apparently is his actual hair and what he choose to go with and a hell of a moustache.. and while that’s all true, he’s also cunning and manipultive, often making Feldrake’s plans work simply by using clever manipulations. He’s funny, enaging and the sadest part of no second season is not getting more of this guy. Hopefully he’ll show up in another.. even the comics using him without Wayne Knight’s Dulect Tones would be nice. He’s a good villian and would fit just as well in the classic comics being either a snooty nuisance to donald in some way, or being a rival fro scrooge, also being rich but his family having earned it by stealing from others. But for now what we got ain’t bad and hte best example of just what sheldgoose is capable of is also his first bit of contirbuting more than as a set of hands for feldrake, phrasing. His vilian song. Yes Wayne Knight FINALLY gets a villian song. Your very welcome.

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The song is just fun, a Luau type song with a sinster undercurrent and wayne knight just having a hell of a time, alternating between speaking and singing> It’s low on this list because i’ts an OKAY song, i’ve seen better villian songs, I just really liked this one, and because it dosen’t exactly involved the boys, but I still hold to my convictions in putting this one on here.

9. Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero González (House of Mouse) Only House of Mouse entry, and suprisingly it’s not Donald squeaking “And i’m donald duck!” , which has been burned into my brain for a few decades. No it’s the groups OTHER song in there second apperance on the show Not So Goofy, sung by the incomprable Rob Pauslen. While I sitll think he was easily the worst Jose of the bunch, and that the roll never should’ve been given to a white man to begin with, credit where it’s do: he wasn’t a have bad panchito. He only voiced everyone’s faviorite rooster, suck it Foghorn Leghorn, once, for a song, likely to capatalize on the fact Paulsen was famed for Yakko’s World and other songs where he sang a lot at once, but boy did he make a meal of it. Observe.

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The song is lightly hampered by the fact it also uses his version of Jose which is probably the worst work i’ve heard from Rob. And given it’s the only roll i’ve heard of his that wasn’t very good and he’s still VERY CLEARLY trying his best, that says a lot to the guy’s quality. And im not saying all this to avoid backlash, I stand by what I say and how I say it.. i’m saying it because I truly love and respect the guy this just was not his best work. This song however is Rob on full blast, using his ablitlity to talk fast no matter the voice to give us one heck of a lively performance and name for Panchito, one that was reused for Ride of the Three Cabs though sadly minus the song, as I would’ve LOVED to hear Jamie Camill belt this one out. But the lively animation and liveleir performance earn this one a spot.

8. Baia, Donald (The Three Caballeros) For this one i’m squishing three different but related parts of the movie together: The “Have you been to Baia, Donald” song, the train trip there and the awesome musical number at the end. But all three flow together as one great sequence with the frist two serviing as a fun prelude for a fun sequence as Donald and Jose try to woo a lady named Yaya, played by Aurora Miranda, and get into a big and fun dance number that for the time is AMAZINGLY blended with the live action work. The song is an utter ear worm, the seqeunce is fun and it lacks some of the creepiness Donald’s later session of flirting had and the colors are vibrant as hell. Wonderful, beautiful stuff. It’s really hard to talk about as not a lot happens in it other than a fun bit of song and dance.. but sometimes tha’ts just waht you need: a bunch of actors, two of which were animated, moving and groving to a heckuva beat.

7. I Love You Guys (Legend of the Three Caballeros) This was just a very sweet moment but one I treasure. The Cabs beat a giant horrifying rage beast.. by genuinely apoologizing to donald, telling him they love him then having a group hug. After a full episode before this of them just kinda ignoring what he cared about, Xandra and the boys genuine apologies and Donald genuinely telling them “I love you guys” and realizing for the first time in his life he’s genuinely loved and appricated. It just feels so fucking nice. Shame they didn’t you know.. end the Daisy plot with him realizing he dind’t need or or that he wasn’t angsiting over a selfish goldigger in the first place but hey, you take what you can get sometimes and the getting is good here.

6. The Cabs Song .. in Comic Form! (The Three Caballeros Ride Again!)

Another fairly quick one to talk about but one’s that damn impressive. The Three Cabs ride again is a wonderful story that reunites our birds of a feather for an adventure in mexico.. and one of it’s two best moments, the other one way further up from Don Rosa’s classic, seriously check it out it’s good, is when the boys, to distract their enemy for the story, play their classic song. Musical numbers.. are hard to pull off in comics. As Linkara, comic critic and one of my inspirations check him out on youtube he’s really fantastic, has mentioned quite a bit not having the sound to go with it is an uphill battle. But i’m not as against this as he is.. as long as you can convey the ENERGY of said song and perofrmance in the page. As long as you got that, you can pull it off and boy oh boy oh boy did Rosa ever. While it’s only about a page and a half long it’s just a fun, wonderful litlte sequence, from the crowd that has no reaction til lthe end when our big bad clubs them with the guitar, to our heroes swipining tablecoths to seve as serape to Donald falling outside, it’s one of the highlights of an alreayd impressive story.

5. Jam Session (Ducktales, The Town Where Everyone Was Nice!)

Only one Ducktales moment but it’s a keeper to be sure and now I HAVE seen Legend... I can say as I did there Jamie Camil REALLY shoudlv’e been kept as Panchito but “The Town Where Everyone Was Nice”.. really was still ag reat version of the characters and still kept them true. It wasn’t AS good as the Legend versions.. but honestly that’s fine. Not every version HAS to be good as the others and they were still wella cted, wonderfully animated and the story was great. And the moment that shows it off best is the boys quite moment after lunch, where they remincse, have fun, think about old times.. then hear a radio and slowly but surely have a fun dance number together, playing like old times. It’s this moment that makes me REALLY question why people hated this so much, as this one tiny moment captures the cabs chemistry and comrander in just two short minutes, Donald getting angry, Jose defusing int with a dance then him joining in, the three just jamming iwth whatever’s on hand and jose magically playing the fluit with his umbrella. I’ts all just so charming I love it. The end version of the three cabs IS really awesome, it just didn’t make the cut. Still liked it though.. but this.. this is better. Sometimes less is more you know?

4. The Three Cablleros Song (The Three Caballeros (Movie) ) Look you knew this was coming, I knew this was coming, we all knew this was coming. But the song is no less awesome, with fluid animation, wonderful vocals and lyrics, and an unberably catchy tune. It’s iconic to the characters, having popped up in four different renditions during this retrsopective, all of them pretty damn good, but no one tops the original. Even the two more dated bits, some latin baby and Panchito having a gun solo, somehow don’t hamper what’s otherwise an iconic moment. It’s fun, it’s fancy free, and it establishes the boys dynamic perfectly, one that as we’ve seen would last a few lifetimes and probably will last forever.

3. We Say So! (The Three Caballeros Ride Again) While Ride again is a VERY good story, it’s best moment is ironiclaly it’s end despite leaving you wanting more and more. After a fun adventure and a laugh over it being for nothing really, our friends return to Jose’s job at a night club, which his manager, who understandably has issues with Jose choosing wooing ladies over actually doing his job sometimes, only gives him back because it’s a big night but needs a big act. The first touching moment here is the fact the boys pitch in without being asked because hteir friend needs them. But the real moment is what happens after: The Triplets return from the hotel, still bemoaning as they did ealrier in the story that Donald has no friends and assume when they see him on stage and see him crash off it that he incited a riot.. only for his friends to assure him he’s a very fine fellow and they say so.. and in an instnat the boys realize donald DOES have friends.. and the best friends a duck can ask for. And after a lifetime of being spat on and barely winning.. Donald gets an unquestioned victory, stnading proudly with his friends for a packed house who still want more while his nephews look on proudly. I say so.. and what I say is that this moment is one of Rosa’s finest and one of the most touching thigns the man’s ever written.

2. This is Just Where I Came In (The Legend of the Three Caballeros) The Legend of the Three Cabs was excellent and it ended on one hell of a high. After a heck of a fight via callbacks that barely didnt’ make the list, our heroes rush in to stop Feldrake. their sorcerer nemisis, from reviving.. only for it to be too late. He’s back in full and soon warps reality around him leaving the boys hometown of the New Quackmore insitute as a series of rubble, buildings and people clinging desperatly to both floating in a hell of a starry backdrop, the only chance to stop this from happenign to the world resting in our heroes. And it’s so we catch up with where the seires began: our three heros decked out in truly awesome armor, though why Panchtio’s is roman I have no idea, fighting a giant and mosnterious felldrake and while his deisgn in that form is eh, his threat is palpable and the fight is goregous and pitch perfect.. and only gets better when we catch up, as Xandra swoops in to save htem from the cliffhanger the series started with. It only isn’t up top because of tow reasons; I like the first moment better.. and the boys do fall in a magic pool of amulet juice and emerge with powers due to a character we just meet when they do so. It’s a bit of a cop out.. but even with it being a cop out and a dues ex machina of the HIGHEST order.. it dosen’t stop it form being awesome when our heroes emerge merged with thier amulets energies, in their signutre colors and whoop felldrakes ass with a revivied Xandra’s help and then nearly reseal feldrake before his being resealed, but in Sheldgoose, resotres everything and our heroes get a WELL earned bout of praise from the town and a fancy mansion and in donald’s case a new job. A specatuclar, tense and gorgeous finale to a wonderful series.

1. Ride Em, Vaquero! (The Magificent 7 (Minus 4) Caballeros) Look I know it sounds like a bit of a downgrade to go from a battle for the fate of the world to our heroes fighting a spoiled prince and a giant anaconda just to make it out alive.. but frankly this battle is more tense, has all boys showing off even better, and has a climax so awesome even saving the unvierse with suddenly gained magic powers can’t top it. For the setting our heroes end up trapped in a lost city with the bad guy of the comic, Don Rosa’s second to last and his second of only two cabs stories, prepared to get away. But then Donald snaps, spurred on bya ll the shit he had to put up with back home,and TACKLES the fucking guy in his boat getting into one hell of a scrap. And if that wasn’t enough, what brings this to true glory is a giant Anaconda who shoed up earlier, popping up.. leading to Donald fighting our big bad.. WHILE BEING TANGLED UP IN A FUCKING PYTHON.

What truly clinches this as the best of the best for me though is Jose and Panchito’s actions, with Jose fighting the guy off off donlad, and actually having his umbrella WORK this time, and while the bad guy gets the raft from our heroes.. he falls off a cliff. So how do our heroes escape.. simple .. PANCHITO LASSOS THE FLEEING SNAKE AND THEY RIDE IT OUT AS SEEN ABOVE THROUGH A POND FULL OF DANGEROUS CREATURES WHO ALL STARE IN AWE AT THE SIGHT OR FLEE. You.. you just can’t top that. The awesomness, the teamwork, the sheer balls on panchito..i t’s all just so beauitful and sums up what the boys are about: Deft teamwork, camradire.. and doing utterly insane shit as only best friends can.

So with that.. this ride has come to an end. As I said before and will say again, it’s been fun, easily the biggest project i’ve done so far, and easily one of my faviorites. I love these guys and geninely hope we see them again real soon. So before I go, i’d like to say some thank yous. I”d like to thank ALL of the talented people involved in the making of the original film, as there are way too many to mention as it was a package movie but without you lovely and mostly deceased people we’d never have these wonderful guys. I’d like to thank Don Rosa for bringing the boys back and better than ever and beautifully so AND returning to them again. I’d like to thank Henry Gilroy and Phil Walsh, who wrote the first and second house of mouse cabs episodes for bringing the boys back to the screen, as well as series creators Robert Gainway and Tony Craig and the MASSIVE pile of storyboarders for both episode. I’d like to thank the people behind mickey and the roadster racers, while your episodes were not very good I am glad the boys got more screentime, i’d like thank Frank Angrones and Matt Youngberg for their wonderful versions of the boys and total respect to their legacy, and i’d REALLY like to thank Matt Danner for giving us a wonderful series and finally giving the boys a starring roll again.

I’d also like to thank the MANY voice actors who voiced these wonderful characters, your beautiful all of you. To Donald’s voice actors for this retrospective i’d like to thank Clarence Nash, you absolute legend may you rest in peace, Tony Anselmo, may you keep on living please god we’ve lost a lot of good people lately don’t be one of them, and even Daniel Ross, who might not be the best Donald but he’s one of only five and you can’t take that way from him.

For Jose i’d like to thank Jose Olivara, without you I don’t think we would’ve even gotten to the Cablleros as a group, Rob Paulsen, you tried your best and your still a winner in my heart, Eric Bauza, you genuinely were the best, and Bernardo Del Paula, who gave Bauza a run for his money and I hope returns in the role in the future.

And finally for Panchito we have Joaquin Grey, again wouldn’t of had the rest without you man nice job, Carlos Alarzqaui, did the job and did it well, Rob Paulsen, gave us one hell of a song, Jamie Camill, the best around no one’s ever going to keep him down, Arturo Del Purto who while I prefer jamie.. still was excellent and I wouldn’t be mad if he returned again.

And last but not least I’d like to sincerly thank @weirdkev27. These reviews have GENUINELY helped me finacially since i’ts hard for me to find a job since I cannot drive and have a disablity, and thanks to htem i’ve been able to live comfortably and thanks to you in general i’ve been able to do what I love and get paid for it. You got me to do this wonderful restrospective, have been a genine support to the blog and a treasure to work with. Thanks man, your the best. So with that, it’s time to ride off into the sunset. If the cabs get another apperance outside of ducktales, I will pick this up again... and wether it’s in a year or ten you bet your bottom peso they’ll be back. Who says so? I says so.

#the three caballeros #the three cablleros ride again #don rosa #jose carioca #donald duck #panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez #panchito pistoles #ducktales #the legend of the three caballeros #house of mouse #xandra goddess of adventure #charon #wayne knight #baron von sheldgoose #lord feldrake #duck comics #disney ducks #disney #disney plus

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A Year in Review

I wanted to creat a list of sorts of everything I wrote in 2020, since I managed to do a lot.

Here’s my one shots:

Not Alone - Published 08 Jan 2020

"I keep telling you, I don't want to go" Craig complains as he burps one of his two newborn twin daughters. His mom, thankfully is burping the other. Craig knows he should be nicer to her but two newborns has him at the end of his tether.

"I know but I'm going to keep pushing you until you do" she says, swaying and patting Daisy's back.

or Craig and Tweek bond at a young parents group because they're the only two people with twins.

New Beginnings - Published 19 Feb 2020

Tweek doesn’t want to push her, so they’re both a little cautious of one another. Tweek doesn’t want to barge in and fill a role she hasn’t given him yet. She’s never had a second parental figure before, and Tweek doesn’t want to force himself into that slot. He barely feels worthy of being the father to his biological child, let alone a stepdad figure to this poor little girl who’s life he’s just invaded.

Or Tweek takes Craig's daughter to a daddy daughter dance because Craig is unable.

Love Chooses You - Published 29 March 2020

He's heard the phrase that you can't choose who you love before, and really, right now he knows it's true. Damien never would have chosen to love Pip of all people.

Rebuild - Published 11 May 2020

“I’m flying Craig!” Tweek cries from the top of the concrete slab. Craig doesn’t answer, only sighs. He sinks down knowing he’s gonna let it happen. He doesn’t want to let it happen but the alcohol has made him slow. Kinda in the same way the drugs have made Tweek fast. They’re out of sync with no way of catching up until sobriety. So Craig just watches, letting it happen. Like he’s watching his own body do nothing. The inner voice tells him to move, to stop it but the body can’t unstick itself from the ground.

Coming Out - Published 20 May 2020

If Tweek is being honest his friends were Craig’s friends, originally. Now they’re his friends too but before Tweek had been a bit of a loner. Not by choice, but for whatever reason kids at school either didn’t like him or just didn’t know he existed. He spent most of his time alone, reading books, studying, playing music or anything one can do alone to ease boredom. For the longest time he’d been the freak and now he actually had friends, like, for real.

Red Racer and Ice Cream - Published 12 June 2020

He could leave, but he knows Tweek will start worrying about him. Tweek is having a good night, he seems pleasantly drunk and is having a great time with Jimmy and Token. Craig doesn't want to wreck what is shaping up to ve a good night for Tweek. It's taken a while to get Tweek to really feel comfortable in social situations like these. He wants Tweek to have the best night he can.

Much Ado About Theatre - Published 15 June 2020

"It's in english stupid, just old english" Tweek reminds Craig.

"Whatever I don't get it. It's like reading gibberish" Craig says dismissively, clearly frustrated.

"Why are you -nghh- taking this class then?" Tweek asks, purely curious. It's not just Shakespeare Craig seems disinterested in. He seems uncomfortable onstage as a whole.

"Because you're taking it" Craig admits sheepishly, a blush appearing on his cheeks.

Sure - Published 19 June 2020

Craig gets his first piercing and Tweek accompanies for moral support. They talk about facing fears and the future.

or Tweek is covered with piercings and tattoos and Craig is a body mod virgin.

Firsts - Published 02 July 2020

Craig likes having a Birthday in the winter. It's kind of a good excuse for only inviting like, four people to his gatherings on the excuse they can't go outside. Craig was never big on the schoolyard politics, even when he was small. The idea that he had to have the biggest party, or the most extravagant and have to decide who or whom not to invite stressed him out. He likes having the excuse that he only had a small house, and that his Birthday was in winter in Colorado, so that he can only invite his best friends and be done with it.

or Craig and Tweek's first birthdays together as boyfriends.

Dopamine, Norepinephrine, Serotonin, Oxytocin and Vasopressin - Published July 11 2020

Tweek sighs boredly as he stirs the potion in his cauldron. It's not that he doesn't like earning a living making potions for people and casting spells but it's so much of the same thing. It's always love potions, that's all he makes these days.

Distracted - Published 26 July 2020

Tweek and Craig needed this break so badly. He feels kind of bad for Craig's mom, who is probably going to have a sleepless night babysitting their son. But holy shit, they needed this.

Stir Crazy - Published 14 August 2020

Craig Tucker: Tucker baby coming 2020! We could not be more excited to announce that Tweek and I are having a baby! There's no one else I'd rather go on this crazy journey with. - with Tweek Tucker.

or Craig is pregnant in quarantine.

Source Decay - Published 16 August 2020

Craig still hasn't taken off his wedding ring. He knows he should, but he just hasn't found it in him yet. He knows Tweek hasn't either, he's seen it in pictures even though now they've been separated longer than they were together.

Baby’s First Skateboard - Published 10 September 2020

Craig and Tweek never really grew out of skateboarding. They do it less often than they did before becoming parents, but they still do their best to make time.

You’re the Boss at Home - Published 18 September 2020

So he has mixed feelings about his last day. He knows he'll miss working, he's always been a working person and he knows he won't like sitting at home waiting to go into labor. But also, he doesn't have to deal with everyone fussing over him being pregnant anymore.

Little Star - Published 03 October 2020

This can't be happening to him, he can't have a baby! What would he do with a baby? He doesn't know. He doesn't even know what he's going to do when he goes into labour. He knows, inevitably he will. That he will go into labour, the baby has to come out some way and it's gonna hurt. He knows all this, but he can't bring himself to ask for help. He knows he's in trouble but he doesn't know how to ask for help.

Baby Love - Published 02 November 2020

Craig tries to swallow down the pain. He can't yell or cry out. Everyone will know then. He has to stay quiet or else everyone will know. He bites down on his lip hard and crouches on the floor near his bed. He has to just breathe, if he breathes through it he can make it. He knows he can.

This Time Around - Published 12 November 2020

Tweek knew he was pregnant with his second child straight away. It was a 180 from his first pregnancy, where he took months to figure it out. When he was pregnant with his first child, his son Teddy, he didn't really have much in the way of symptoms besides being hungry all the time. That was pretty easy to dismiss and write off. They weren't trying for a baby, so Tweek had no reason to assume he was pregnant. He only worked it out because he began showing.

Whatever We Are - Published 22 December 2020

It's hard because Stan isn't quite sure what he is to Kyle. Is it just sex? Is it more? Does Kyle maybe wanna make it more official soon? Stan doesn't know. He knows he loves Kyle and he'd pretty much do whatever Kyle wants. But for now, he's just enjoying the intimacy.

Temptation - Published 24 December 2020

Being summoned is kinda annoying. It's kind of like being asleep, super deeply and then pulled into the bright bustling world with no warning. It's no wonder most demons are angry and violent.

Tweek is an imp, so he's more on the mischievous, poltergeist side of the spectrum. He still scares the shit out of most people who summon him. Usually kids with ouija boards who don't know what they're doing. It's whatever, Tweek usually chases them for a bit, makes them scream and that's enough mischief for one day. Tweek can choose to appear by choice, and leave when he wants to but he rarely does. Humans are mostly annoying, so he stays in his own little world until some idiot summons him.

Traditions - Published 25 December 2020

"I hate Christmas" Craig sighs, looking around at all the lights and decorations. He glares at all the people bustling around. Don't they have homes to go to? He rests a hand on his swollen stomach, he certainly wishes he was home.

Here’s My Multichapters, completed and ongoing:

The Sound of Silence - Completed 25 January 2020

15 Chapters

Craig manages to find himself alone, jobless and a new parent. He struggles to put the pieces of his life back together and build something new for both himself and his daughter.

Don’t Break Me - Completed 26 March 2020

2 Chapters

"What are you -ngrhh- accusing me of?" Tweek growls.

"Literally nothing Tweek, I'm accusing you of your health improving? Isn't that good?" Craig huffs in annoyance. He's sick of his intentions being misinterpreted.

Insight - Completed 10 April 2020

2 Chapters

Craig listens to the incessant ticking of the clock on his wall. He can’t actually see it, it’s night and all the lights are off. But he can hear it, a constant reminder of the passing of time. He knows he should sleep, he really wishes he could but it’s just too hard. Knowing Tweek isn’t here but not knowing where Tweek is. He can’t help but worry even though he has so much more to worry about. His mom would tell him off, tell him he needs to rest but this thing with Tweek has him so messed up.

When We’re Older - Completed 04 July 2020

10 Chapters

When they're older they'll start again. They'll get married, find a house, do it all right. Have children when the time is right and build the loving, nurturing home they both have always wanted.

Stowaway - Completed 14 July 2020

3 Chapters

He's slowly beginning to accept it himself, yes, he's pregnant. He knows it but he's not quite ready to face the consequences yet. He didn't intend to get pregnant, he just got too drunk at a party and had sex with a childhood friend. Consensual but unprotected. He feels stupid now.

So he hides them, the baby, like a little stowaway.

Algorithm - Completed 12 August 2020

5 Chapters

Craig shakes his head. He looks at the homemade bracelet which spells Craig on Tweeks wrist. His heart breaks thinking about how Tweek will cut it off once he knows the truth.

Two for the Price of One - Completed 26 August 2020

4 Chapters

Craig has never been one to succumb to baby fever. He knows a lot of people in his profession do. Both he and his husband, Tweek, professional lives revolve around babies. Newborns too, and while Craig acknowledges that babies may be cute, other people's kids have never really triggered some urge to have his own.

Hungry - Completed 11 September 2020

2 Chapters

Tweek has heard about cryptic pregnancies before. He's seen I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant before, people saying they didn't have any nausea, felt normal, didn't put on weight. This isn't quite that, Tweek gained a small amount of weight. He felt fatigued, but he just put that down to stress. He didn't feel nauseous unless he had a headache, so it was really easy to blame that on the headache. The real only symptom he's had is the hunger. He doesn't think it's far fetched that he didn't realise, surely?

or Tweek doesn't realise he's pregnant because his only real symptom is being hungry all the time :)

Creek Week 2020 - Completed 02 November 2020

7 Chapters

My contribution for this years Creek Week 2020

All seven of these are short snippets of either fics I intend to write, or AU's I have left unfinished. But I thought it might be fun to share small excerpts.

Complicated - Ongoing, Last updated 08 January 2021

18 Chapters Published, 20 Chapters all together.

Craig kind of has an image. It's not that he's pretending to be someone else, but he likes to be perceived as aloof, cold and quiet. He's nice to people who truly know him, but he doesn't like to be perceived as soft from the outside. People already think he's kind of weird, and putting up those walls really helps him to keep unwanted people out. His boyfriend sees his sensitive side, his friends do and his family do. The rest of the world gets a cold shoulder, at least until he gets to know someone and decides to let them in.

Craig and Tweek figure out an unplanned pregnancy, Craig learns families come in all shapes and sizes. Especially LGBTQ ones.

AO3 Statistics:

Word Count: 261512

Works Published: 31

Top Five Fics by Hits:

1. Complicated

2. When We’re Older

3. The Sound of Silence

4. Stowaway

5. Hungry

All in all, not a bad output. Thanks to everyone who took the time to read, leave kudos and comment. ❤️

#2020 masterpost #2020 roundup #2020 year in review #my writing master post #my fic #my writing #craig tucker #tweek tweak #craig tucker/tweek tweak #sp creek #creek sp #creek #south park #south park fanfiction

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smallestclowninthecircus · 3 years

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Season 3 notes popping off

due to my desire to not completely fail all my classes this year i made myself slow down significantly while listening to this season, and the fact that the other person i'm listening along with had to catch up. We've managed to convert several other people to start listening and its pretty great.

ep 81: what does it even mean to be chosen by one of them? And if he was chosen by the eye. we know Gertrude wasnt? Because she cut the eyes out of the magazines?

ep 82: elias lmao. I understand why people like him so much bahshdhdk i thought he was gonna snitch on Jon but he didnt so he's fine. Ok but how do we think he knew all that stuff. Idk probably just institute connections. I love the fact that the recorder just wants to record stuff randomly bjahsjdhd. Elias feels a lot like Michael in the sense that he knows more than he should and talks in a way that implies he just wants to wait and see how things play out for his own benefit. I understand him knowing the things that happened but his description of her emotions implies something paranormal. Maybe he's connected to one of the entities. Which one I cannot guess.

ep 83: did a file get delivered randomly to the place he's staying at? Probably elias lmao. He thinks the mannequin is related to the stranger. Idk I would believe it.

ep 84: worms? I know he says earth worms but idk. Again? Is she making gordon golems out of trash? Martin popping off. You can tell the statements get to him more that they get to Jon. How come martin is so mad about it? I want to assume he just doesnt want her to get stuck there but idk. Jude Perry. The calliope organ. Jon heard a circus in one of the last episodes

ep 89: he's talking to perry? Like jude Perry? He says ... God? Is that what it is? Lmao. The Desolation. Jon is tired of ppl being vague and not telling him stuff lmao. Oh God Jon is so confused. Compel her? Is she assuming he has some kind of power? Does he have powers? Hmm. im agreeing with jon here please jesus christ why does everyone have to be so cryptic. Just say what you mean. "maybe you get an itchy eye" bahasjkdfklsjdf girl what. Agnes saved her? Oh this is the girl from the cafe story? So theres the Cult of the Lightless Flame? They worship whatever entity this is? The Desolation? Why do they all seem like they sorta worship her then? Is Gretchen gonna die oh god. fuckin michael. a different michael aaah. i see. dont do it shes gonna burn you. sir. please. sir dont you dare do- WHAT DID I SAY what did you think was gonna happen hhh.

ep 90: try to make it less obvious you're trying to get fired big T. Elias that doesnt sound like the most healthy thing to do. oh dear is this gonna be triggering for me. uuuuuh. uuuuuuuuuh. doesnt seem like it ok gonna keep listening. Jared. hmmmmm. Ok we've seen Keay and hotner or whatever his name was.

ep 91: Michael Crew. Oh is this the lightning scar guy. Mister jon sir did you just die. No? God everyone is so fuckin cryptic. Say normal things please. They all just like to go on about pain and agony and j e s u s c h r i s t we get it you got hurted by whatever thing. So theyre avatars? question mark? Jude Perry is an avatar of The Desolation? hhhh fractals. thats a spiral thing innit. Yup. messing with your perceptions. God they all talk about feeding their god and feeding that which feeds them and. hh what does that meann. Leave big J. please. uh oh. is it daisy? how come he has the web lighter still? the tape recorder just turns on sometimes you know how it is. So he can compel people? not that he knows it obviously but. a bit wack. powers go brr i guess? If the eye just wants knowledge i guess he feeds it by getting the statements? b/c i doubt it wants him to murder ppl or whatever.

ep 92: elias you all knowing fuck what do you know. (i guess all given what i just said) Lukas. Heard of them before. Mordecai Lukas. Loneliness. The lonely even. Jonah Magnus. Elias ur sounding like a bit of a dickhead rn. lmao jon's just like "i dont care" elias what is ur deal. Why does he want to tie her in. ohh i see. lmao theyre all just like "elias why" The Unknowing lol seems very much like something the eye wouldnt like. lol elias is gettin all philosophical. what does it really mean to be human. this still doesnt answer why gertrude wanted to destroy the archives tho.

ep 93: bahsjdfh he seems so dead inside rip. awww admiral. i love him already. ghh breacon and hope. purple mold. doesnt sound like anything we've seen so far. I think the funniest explanation for breacon and hope is that they dont actually serve the stranger they just kinda happen to be a random neutral party that cart around random spooky entity related stuff. ooooh. when we hear the slight static of the tape recorder it's cuz he's compelling ppl.

ep 94: the end! listen man they were all just grayed up for 4/13.

ep 95: the end also? death but also savagery/ animalistic shit. aww martin. lmao becerra. she's just been chillin in the corner.

ep 96: return to sender. haha minecraft go brr. prediction: breacon and hope? yup there we go. jon why is there an echo. are you in a stairwell? is he gonna eat it- yup. how did i call it. unsure abt what theyre talking about but ok. they kidnapped someone? Sarah Baldwin. ooooh that guy.

ok im just putting this here so i have notes for when nicholas gets to this part. It seems like (from jon's conversation with jude perry) that the desolation and the eye are kinda at odds with eachother? like i guess not directly but it seems like they dont really vibe? so how could be with both. Cuz if he has the heat powers and shit then we know he's an avatar of the desolation. but then why does he have so much eye imagery. also he got burned intentionally? like jude did when she went on her monologue about the feeling of burning? but then why did he wear the eye pendant. it stops him from being burned all the way which seems like he's not fully accepting the fire or whatever.

Nooooo I lost like a bunch of my notes rip. I keep forgetting to save.

Ep 104: tim gives a coherent statement without jon even being there. Ugh. Fucking robert smirk. Dont like him. Joey. Dont recognize the name. The show must go on. Clown. The spooky circus?

ep 105: total war... shogun 2? jon is just understanding languages again. "if i understood mandarin or cantonese" are you sure you dont big man?

ep 106: havent we heard this one already? mans in space? oh no this is just another episode in space. fairchild... uuuh. cant remember. oh! this is related to that! this is one of the ppl from the other side. sounds like a Vast thing. oh he's the one that the dude saw? but that guy didnt have a face... she's sorta like jon. wanting to dismiss the statements. lmao i love the workplace gossip. ace jon for the win! oh cmon elias dont be a dick. sunny meadows or whatever. thats the place we heard about.

ep 107: oh great is it jude perry again. Third Degree. bahahsdkfj she was arrested. sorry but imagining this old british lady getting arrested is funny. she was trying to resurrect him. using the skin book. he's not feeling well. jon take a nap. i wonder if this is what happens when he uses his powers too much. He gets into The Zone when he reads statements lol. didn't we have a burning train car in anothre statement? is it julia fairchild? bahahahs "kidnapped. Again." poor jon honestly. julia... about her dad. daughter of the murder shed guy? hunting like your dad liked to hunt or normal people hunting. oh hunting vampires!

ep 108: melanie has been suffering. poor martin peter lukas why do you have to be like this. can he not just use the front door? does he have to bother the ppl doing statements?

ep 109: how come he cut her off? kinda rude tbh. its either jon's influence or there was smth he didnt want her saying. is it gerard on the table? this sounds kinda like smth from one of the university episodes. is it the closed eye on the hand? yup. he's like one of the students! if the thing listening in is elias then... he can do that without the tape recorder yknow. plus who's to say it wont just turn itself on again

110: who wants to bet its a leitner?

111: Lukas related to The Lonely. I used to not like Gerard that much but i like him more now. but i thought there were 15? ohhh thats right isnt flesh newer? gerry for the win honestly. finally telling jon things.

112: lol "again" no one ever tells any of these ppl anything. tim and basira are just out of the loop constantly. music, like the war episodes. The hunt or the slaughter? probably the hunt. so Daisy is related to the hunt right? basira likes the reading, she's doing fine at the institute. daisy's getting worried...

113: it just turned on randomly. what is it lol. explossives! oh boy. why do they always assume he turned it on intentionally. melanie youre not making me like you that much. which entity is this about i cant tell. lol he was disappointed it was just the end. The title Breathing Room made me think it was gonna be about the buried but i guess not. So many of these entities deal with death but the end is one that deals in just death. it has no need for fancy deaths, just death is enough

114: more hilltop road statements? the tree. oh boy. ok the tree has 8 arms obviously theres the spider parallels. was she taken into an alternate universe? oh no. jon tries to phrase things so he's not asking questions. thats honestly good. "sometimes i was kidnapped" oh dear. they got gertrude. daisy ur so odd lmao. who wants to bet they dont know the tape recorder's running?

115: silaca? or whatever? antique man? meat grinder... related to the meat is meat episode? oh wow. they buy antiques from him. maybe dont antagonize this creature which can kill you?

116: lol theyre all just so done with elias. music? is it like the one band that if you hear them you die or wtvr. oh its chess? i am very much confused. mmm stranger go brr. gorilla skin? oh shit the dance. woah. this is so good. this is so gender. the words are wonderful. "you can just say tim" lmao trying to fool elias never feels like a good idea.

117: except elias lmaoo. oh shit. leitner getting some use for once idk. bruuh poor melanie she has been thru so much shit. martin you can just say youre worried about jon. lol he's so accurate in his jon impression. lol who was that. was that daisy? lmaoo. oop hi tim. oh god i hope tim doesnt die. i feel like i wouldve heard about that? but im not sure. destroying the source of knowledge is gonna be hard for jon. yay jon! you did a good thing. let him rest.

118: go off martin lmao. awww poor martin. oh god the tape gets that squealy quality and its awful.

119: woah. lots of things happening. uhh. POP OFF TIM!!

120: lmao elias giving a statement about jon's dreams lol. damn jon doesnt even get his own dreams? has to stay Watching even when he's asleep? f in the chat this man goes thru so much shit. oh boy its peter. lol martin my beloved. idk i dont trust peter.

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jamiedc-they-them · 4 years

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BEFORE AND AFTER; AFTER AND BEFORE (Platonic)

Requested Imagine: “Could you possibly write an agents of shield x reader when it takes place in season 5 the reader is one of the best fighters for Kasius but their young so the team takes them in and back to present like they do with Deke?”

You tried desperately to calm your shaking hands; you knew what awaited you, you’d done it before; this wouldn’t exactly be any different would it?

You once tried to resist, that only had Kasius yelling in your face,” This is your life now! Do you understand? Nothing is ever going to change that! You belong to me and then whoever buys your worthless soul!”

Still, hearing the cheers from the crowd that followed a silence didn’t help you; you had also felt the ground shake, so you knew who you were going up against. A legend.

Not just any legend, the one who broke the earth, Daisy Johnson. So, in quite a few ways, you were fucked; completely and utterly fucked.

Although, in your mind, part of you were calmed by the fact that this would be a decent way to go out given how outspoken she had been of the methods and how she seemed to care for those in the same situation as her; maybe it meant she’d be quick with your demise.

What you didn’t expect, however, was her eyes widening as she saw you; it made you shake more at the thought of your death being drawn out. You saw her look up at someone in behind the glass of people that only found pleasure in your pain; however, there was one who couldn’t disguise his disgust at what was happening. Hell, even the maiden at the other end in white seemed to have something like tears in her eyes as she looked at your young self.

This was all you knew, so you took a breath before you got ready; Daisy seemed hesitant to attack you, very hesitant in fact. You threw the first punch, but she merely dodged and again when you tried to get a hit in.

She kept only making you miss, refusing to use her powers; finally, she had you in a lock, “Kid, stop, stop. My friend’s about to act –” You didn’t have time to react as she pushed you out the way and launched herself up, firing at Kasius, before being dropped to the ground roughly.

The shield then went, as the man jumped through after having just stabbed your oppressor, shooting back at another of his guards; the woman in white even followed. As soon as she landed, she turned to the man, “Go get Daisy.” She ordered as she slowed her approach to you.

You crawled back; to you, it was just a bunch of strangers that seemed to just be another threat, “It’s alright,” The woman in white assured as she lowered herself slowly, seeming to notice how afraid you would be, “It’s alright, we won’t hurt you.” It hurt her to think of the lack of that phrase being in your life.

How did she know? Well, seeing you freeze at the words and the way you softened slightly in either shock or something else as if trying to understand those very words.

“Where’s the kid?” Daisy asked, the woman in white looked at someone who was probably her friend and gently grabbed your arm; you tensed but let her help you up.

“Here.” You said in a small voice, she smiled a little despite herself that you were ok. Although, you weren’t sure as to why.

“Ok, this is Fitz and Simmons, they go by Fitzsimmons.” She said, quickly introducing your other friends. You quickly nodded, noting their names, but sadly knowing that even once you did this, they’d be gone.

“Where are you trying to get to?” You asked, surprising yourself with how steady you sounded; despite how terrified you were of all this.

“Anywhere but here.” The Scottish one, Fitz, told you. You nodded.

“I can try and keep you out of their paths.” They nodded, as if they expected to take you with them no matter what.

“Thank you.” Simmons said.

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“How do you know of these places?” Simmons asked as they carried their injured friend as you led them through less populated areas; areas that were darker, but ones that got them past the patrols.

“Use these places to hide out sometimes if it’s all getting too much. I come here to deal with all that.” You said as you led them into a room that wouldn’t be occupied for a while. They placed Daisy on a stool as Simmons undressed.

“Don’t you have anyone you can talk to about it?” Fitz asked.

You shook your head as you looked at the floor, “Everyone that I could die; either by my hand or someone else’s.” You admitted.

“I’m sorry.” He said, heartfelt.

You shook your head again, this time in a dismissive action, “It’s ok, happens all the time here. I’ll get you guys to where you need to go then be on my way.” You said.

As Fitz or Daisy went to speak up, a guard entered the room, you swung your hand out, his weapon turning as you then punched him and kicked him; as he got back up to attack you, Fitz shot him.

“Thanks.” You said with a nod.

He returned it, “Of course.”

Fitz had moved over to his friend in the brief silence after the fight, asking her about how she was holding up, as they spoke Jemma approached you, “How are you doing?” She asked, you looked at her with slightly distrusting eyes.

“Fine.” She knew you weren’t, but a searing pain in her ear stopped her from calling you out on it. She fell back, you grabbed and helped get her to a table.

“It’s in her ear!” You said, remembering the location of the source of her pain, “I’ve seen them implanting it in them.” You told them.

“Can you get it out?” Fitz asked you in desperation, you paled at the question.

“Hey,” You then looked to Daisy’s trusting eyes, “You can do this. My friend needs help only you can give,” She put a hand over yours, “You’ve got this.” She assured you.

It spurred something inside you, some hope that this plan wouldn’t fail. You took another breath to calm yourself, this time to use your ability for something good; yes, it would still cause pain, but it was for something this time.

You put your hand by Simmons’ ear as she groaned in pain, you curled your fingers slightly like Daisy did when she used her ability; yours were polar opposites, she pushed away while you pulled towards.

Simmons screamed as you struggled to locate it, your closed eyes straining and sweat starting to go down your head giving it away. Your eyes calmed a moment later as you pulled the chip out in one go; Jemma’s screams stopped as you held the item, immediately crushing it under your own foot.

“Thank you.” She told you, Daisy and Fitz then parroted her words.

You looked between two grateful eyes, and felt a hand hold your own; it was Simmons’, showing her gratitude in her own way.

“Of course.” You said.

You continued to lead them, you all went to a window that held the ship they were going to escape in; however, that window then showed that same ship being destroyed. They all gulped as they saw their only way of getting out explode.

“I’m sorry.” You said, as if this was your fault.

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.” Daisy said, having heard Kasius say it when he introduced you to them, “We’ll just have to wing it.” She said, nodding and then leading you all as she was now the one trying to keep you all together and alive and find a way out.

That led you to an elevator, once in it, she spoke, “Ok, the last time I saw Yoyo and the others, they were at the salvage yard on one of the upper floors.” Daisy said, you had no idea who the others, but decided to put beside for now.

“How you are feeling Jemma?” Fitz asked, running some finger’s through Jemma’s hair. It was sweet, but that feeling at being abandoned once again hit you like a truck as you watched them interact.

Daisy looked over at you and saw the attempt to hide the crushed look on your face. She knew all too well that look and feeling; the one of worthlessness. Obviously, her own one came from the orphanage; your own from here.

If she had to guess, she’d wager you had it worse; despite her past not being a walk in the park at all.

She walked over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder to get your attention, she rocked your shoulder lightly to show that she understood your feelings silently, “It’s ok, there are friends. They’ll be fine with you being with us.”

You nodded, but that pang of hurt still hit you; even Daisy felt her own at your face. Instead of her words helping, they had only hurt you further.

She went to say something to try and mitigate the damage, but the elevator shuddered to a stop. As it did, Daisy caught you, but you held your hand out to keep Jemma and Fitz on their feet as well.

“That’s not helping.” Jemma admitted as she looked at you thankfully.

“Dammit!” Daisy groaned as the elevator wouldn’t work anymore, it was fully dead. And, most likely, were you as well.

Or you would have been, had you and Daisy not noticed something at the same time, “The vent.” You spoke out what you both seen.

“Exactly, kiddo.” She praised you as she lept up to grab it; as she missed, you used your ability to bring it down, “Be careful with your gift, I can already see it’s draining.” She warned you as you did have to take a breath after using it.

You just nodded, but she could tell you weren’t really listening. Instead, you took a jump and missed; Fitz walked over to you, “Here,” He said, crouching down to give you a boost. You took it, with it you managed to get up.

Next was Daisy, who you grabbed the hand of to help her up. Then it was Jemma, you both grabbed a separate hand to help her up.

Finally, it was Fitz, as Daisy grabbed his hand, you held her with your power to make sure she didn’t fall.

You all then entered a room filled with pipes and boilers, clearly and engine like room, “Aah! These pipes are hot. Wonder if that means this is the spa floor.” Daisy noted as she pulled her hand away from one of said pipes.

“What’s a spa?” You asked, confused. Daisy looked at you with a mixed look; one of pity and some mischievous look, but she didn’t say anything.

“Ah, a spa sounds great. I’d kill for a hot shower and a comfy bed,” Jemma said as she touched a boiler, “This one’s cold.” She said.

“There’s a lot of power running into here.” Daisy said as you shadowed her walking.

Fitzsimmons (as Daisy had told you to call them by) deducted that this place was an air filtration room, not an engines room.

Fitz, however, made a discovery as he pulled a cover back to reveal something that he called all of you over to see. It was a whole lot of Gravitonium; or that was what they called it, “Is it bad?” You asked, seeing the looks of worry on their faces.

“Depends on who uses it…. but, overall? Yeah, pretty bad kiddo.” Daisy answered as they all looked at it. Doing that, however, led to a bullet hitting Fitz.

“Fitz!” Jemma cried as she watched the man fall to the ground, Daisy put you behind her as she put an arm out to stop Simmons was moving.

“Submit willingly or entertain me.” The hunter told you, “Those are your options.” You all looked to the man who was starting to bleed on the floor. Knowing you were out of options, you all went out and rose your hands; even still, Daisy tried to keep you behind her slightly as you walked.

However, Daisy was only biding her time; as soon as he hit a blind spot, Daisy pushed you both to where Fitz was. She then went on the attack; more bullets rang out as you did, but Jemma bulled you down so none of them hit you either.

As Daisy did, you pushed Fitzsimmons towards a door and ran to help Daisy; you grabbed one of the hunter’s arms and held it in place, Daisy punched him and turned to you, “Thanks, kid.” She said, running past and grabbing your arm to pull you with her.

That led to you and Daisy closing the door behind you, with you bending the handle so that it would never open again. As you did that, Jemma led Fitz to sit down so she could check on his wound.

“Careful.” Daisy said as she helped rest her friend as gently as she could onto the floor. However, something caught Jemma’s eye, a man in a helmet. As you and Daisy moved in front, you grabbed him with your ability and slammed him into the metal, making him grunt at the impact.

Daisy stood beside you as you did that, but didn’t stop you, “Good thing I’m wearing a helmet.” A voice familiar to Daisy said as she walked over and took the helmet off.

“You. You have come to collect the bounty?” She asked him with disgust.

“No, I came to save your ass.” He tried to move forward, only for you to tighten your hold on him and send him back more.

“I should kill you right now.” Daisy was fuming, not that you blamed her; from the sounds of it, he did a similar thing to you as well.

“Who the hell is this guy?” Fitz asked.

“He works for Kasius.” Daisy answered her friend’s question with.

“I don’t work for h—I mean, sometimes I do, technically; but right now, I’m team SHIELD, all right?” He gave Daisy a mock salute to swear his loyalty.

“Well, it’s convenient, you are showing up right now.”

“Convenient? No, it’s mind-blowing that I managed to escape my room after Coulson welded the door shut. I had to crack a window. A lot of my personal valuables are now floating around space, thanks very much, everybody.” He said, gesturing to you all.

“So what? This story is supposed to make me feel better, that Coulson locked you up?” She asked, still not believing he was on your side yet.

It was then that you realised who he was, you aimed your power at his throat and sent him back one more time; this time with him gasping for air.

Daisy spun around to look at you, to see the look of hatred and pain on your face. Sure, he had betrayed her, but now it was clear what he had done to you as well.

“You son of a bitch.” She growled in a defensive manner as she faced him. However, she then remembered what you were doing, “Hey, Y/N. Hey, I need you to look at me.” She commanded you in a softer voice; you complied, “You need to let him go. I know, I hate him too; but you are not a monster, alright? You aren’t what he sold you to be.” She told you.

From your face, it was the first time someone had told you that you weren’t a monster, and it made her feel more for you. Your eyes filled with tears that started to leak as you then dropped him, leaving him to gasp for air.

As he stood back up, he tried to get you all to follow him, “No, no, no, no, no. This is the guy that sold us to Kasius.” She told the other two, who had been watching the interaction.

Those words set them off, “Oh. Kill him, he’s a snake.” Jemma said, while Fitz said, “I’m gonna cut his throat open.”

It made you smile; how close these friends were.

“Look, I got you to your friend, didn’t I?” He asked Daisy, before looking to you, “And I am so sorry for what I did to you. I know it’s not enough; nothing will be. But I hope that this is a start.” You looked at him with anger, but it dropped a little at his words. You had never been told sorry for anything before; so, it was a start, you had to admit.

You had met up with the rest of their friends, although they were a little weary of Deke and you. Daisy, however, did as promised and vouched for you, “Y/N saved us a few times, we owe it to them to repay that favour.” She said, that seemed to get them on your side.

The Kree, however, were still coming, even trying to blast through the wall. Deke, seemingly trying to make it up to you all, gave you all a method of escape; his gravity buckle to lift you all up a shaft and get to your escape vehicle.

“Come on kid, you’re with me.” Daisy said, holding a hand for you and pulling you to the shaft, “Alright, hold on.” She said as she put an arm around you and activated the buckle. As soon as she did, you were both lifted into the air; it only lasted a few seconds as you then reached the top and turned the buckle off.

“You ok?” She checked as soon as you both hit, the floor and released one another, she threw it back down so the others would then be able to get up.

“Sure.” You answered, finally realising that this would be it and you would all part ways here.

As Mack and Elena volunteered to stay with Flint, you thought you’d be with them; that, however, didn’t come to pass.

“Why don’t you come with us, Y/N?” Daisy said, you looked to her with wide eyes at said other; you then looked to Jemma, who nodded; then to Fitz, who nodded as well.

“Really?” The hope in your voice made Daisy nod, but she still felt her heart clench at your voice; that the probable likelihood of never been offered a chance to change your living conditions before.

“Of course.” She said, softly. You looked to the others, who all seemed to agree with her words.

So, you said your own, “Ok.”

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Now, you were on board the Trawler, the thing that would get out of this place and bring you to what remained of earth. Granted, you were nervous as hell given the state of the place, but these people vouched for you coming with them; so, you had to make it worth something.

You watched as Daisy and the older man, Coulson, had some back and forth; you could tell they were close. You then looked back and saw Fitzsimmons talking amongst themselves, but they had soft smiles upon their faces; they looked elated to see the other.

You, however, was left stood in the middle of the thing with no one you really knew; so, you looked out to space a saw you all approach earth. Your hand tightened on the bar you were holding as you approached it.

A moment later, however, you felt someone next to you; turning, you saw that it was Deke, “Looks kind of beautiful but terrifying at the same time, doesn’t it?” He asked you, quietly.

You looked at him for a moment longer before looking at the broken planet, “Yeah, kind of does.” You admitted; he placed his hand on top of yours.

“Hey,” You turned to him again, “Your new best friends will get us there. I can tell they will.” He told you, seemingly noticing your hesitance at even coming with them in the first place, “And Mack and Flint and…Yoyo, was it?” You nodded, “Will be just fine.”

You appreciated the words, you really did, “Thanks Deke.”

“No problem kiddo. Besides, you’ve survived worse,” His tone turned into a guilty one as he continued, “So, I’m sure this is nothing.” He said with a bit of a lighter one. You chuckled a little at it.

“Yeah, well, I guess you have too. Maybe going into uncharted waters, but at least it’s not alone.” Deke had to agree with you there.

You had arrived at the destination, a big ship known as a “Quinjet”. Entering it, you looked around in awe at how the place still stood despite it being here for a long time. You spun around as you looked at it all.

“Hey, Y/N?” Daisy’s voice made you look away and to her as she held up a box, “Can you give me a hand with this?” You nodded as you silently walked over to her, “Need to patch myself up, figured I’d help you with your cuts as well.” You didn’t quite know what do to; you only nodded at her offer.

About 20 minutes had passed, with Daisy telling you that her and her friends were from the past and needed to get back there to save the world was going into pieces as it had. As she spoke, she both wrapped around her wrists, while also helping clean your own cuts. She was gentle with it but making sure that the wounds didn’t get infected.

At first, you had recoiled from her, but she seemed to understand your hesitance and only waited until you were ready. When you leaned back in, she continued to help you clean up.

“What’s this one?” Daisy asked noticing a scar on your neck as she continued to clean the cut on your cheek. As she did, she realised that you had probably never been helped by someone in cleaning your wounds before.

“…My dad,” She stopped and looked at you with wide but caring eyes; ones that told you that you didn’t need to continue if you didn’t want to, “Kasius made us fight. My mum rebelled against it; she was executed. My dad gave into his wants, desperate for his own survival. But I managed to come out on top…. I choked him to death…” You stopped as you let out a sob, remembering the details of it so clearly.

Daisy remembered back to her own mother, the mother that had endured too much and just gave into the survival instinct; she thought about her father who went off the deep end but still, genuinely cared about her.

Then she looked at you, the person who had a mother who cared but who died, a father that seemed to care more about himself than you, his own child.

“I’m sorry.” She said, knowing it wouldn’t do much to help; but it was better than nothing.

“I am too.” You said as you gulped.

“Hey guys.” Coulson said as him and May approached you both; he looked to you, “Would you mind if –”

“No, Y/N knows. Whatever it is you need to say to me, you can say to them too.” Daisy said, denying what Coulson was about to ask; you looked between them, but stayed where you were.

Coulson decided to just go with what Daisy wanted, knowing that otherwise would just lead to a fight.

“So, the lady who sees the future says that there isn’t one. Super.” Daisy said as she wrapped her hand one more time.

“Unfortunately, Robin’s not much on specifics. Anyone who has the answers is either unreliable, dead, or wants us dead.”

“So, status quo.” May said, as if this thing was the norm for them.

“Yeah. The homicidal blue bastards are the most pressing issue. We made a pretty big splash when we broke out the lighthouse.” Daisy said as she applied the final bandage to her arm, then closed the box.

“Hope Mack and Yoyo are holding their own. We’re gonna come to blows with Kasius soon. Only question is, who strikes first? Be nice to have Quake back with us when that happens.” Coulson said, gesturing to said person.

“Won’t be quaking anything with this thing on.” She said, gesturing to the inhibitor chip you both had. Yours had been deactivated for the match and was never turned back on; so, it was only Daisy who had her powers taken from her.

“Have Fitz and Simmons look. We’ll keep working with Robin, see what else shakes loose.” He told Daisy, she grabbed the box and walked away; she did, however, give you a pat on the shoulder before leaving.

“So, Y/N…Daisy told you everything?” Coulson asked, not in an untrusting way, just in a way to make sure to see if there was anything that had been missed out on.

“She told me you guys aren’t from here, that you guys are from some prophecy that I heard a small bit about before – you know,” He nodded, silently waiting for you to continue, “Some other things.” You said, cryptically.

“Look, I appreciate you guys bringing me here and out of that hell whole; but I know that when it comes to it, I’ll be here and you’ll be doing what you do best.” He coked his head to side.

“And what’s that?”

“Help people. Just like you’ve helped me.”

You stood a small distance away as you watched Jemma try and find the chip that restricted Daisy’s power. Daisy met your eyes and gave you a small smile, sensing the guilt you were currently using to mentally kick the shit out of yourself.

“That’s not a happy face, Jemma.” Fitz noted.

“The inhibitor’s embedded itself in the greater auricular nerve.” Daisy looked at her friend at announcement.

“Ok…”

“Removing it requires sophisticated tools a trained neurosurgeon, either of which we have. Even if we did, the slightest error could paralyze you from the neck down.” Jemma said gravely.

“Ok. So, we leave it alone, then.” Daisy conceded, despite wanting anything but to do that.

“We found a literal piece to the puzzle.” Coulson said, walking in and holding a piece of the object Daisy had said brought her and others here.

“The monolith, it’s been fractured.” Jemma said as she took the object from his grasp.

“Where’d you find that?” Deke asked, softly.

“Voss had it in his locker.” Voss was the old one with the beard; Daisy had nicknamed his “Rambo” then after told you she’d show you what she meant when you’d get back.

You didn’t really understand that either, as you knew you couldn’t go back. And, if you were honest, you were scared to.

The news to Deke seemed to trigger something inside of him, “The survivors who believed in the prophecy held to it for years.” Coulson explained to you all.

Fitz looked from the object to a circular thing; he approached it and pointed to it, “Here.”

You all moved over to him, “What are we looking at?” Daisy asked the question that the rest of you thought as you looked at the man.

“The shard fits into the machine right here.” He said, clueing you all in.

“Maybe that’s how it was able to target the monolith across time. This could be our way home.” You spotted Deke leaving the room; and at Jemma’s words, you followed him.

You found Deke unconscious and with Virgil stood above him, “What the hell did you do?” You asked; you knew he was going to swing at you (both from his look and from instinct from the fighting pit you had pretty much lived in), so you lifted your hand and stop it in his tracks.

However, as that happened, you were then hit in the back of your own head.

“I couldn’t break a planet apart even if I wanted to.” Daisy told Virgil as she understood what he was accusing her of.

“But, somehow, it happened.” He pointed out.

“Yeah, well, maybe the history books got it wrong.” She said firmly.

“Yeah. I’m sorry to say, but they didn’t,” He said as he pressed play on a video, “We found this on the hard drive on the Zephyr,” It showed her, but she wasn’t alone. That was the thing that really got her attention.

“That was the last time anyone saw Daisy and Y/N Johnson alive again.” The last name you had been given clicked in her mind as well. She gave you that name; she gave you a family, just as Coulson had done with her.

“And then…?” She asked, fearing the answer.

“Well, by all accounts, the city had been evacuated. No one there. After Quake walked in, 12.8 on the Richter scale, what ever Y/N did didn’t help. Then the world cracked like an egg.” He told her in brutal honesty.

“How could I – we –”

“That’s the question. But when you look at this moment and all the suffering that took place after, you can’t help but wonder…if it could’ve been prevented.” She looked at him, as she finally realised why she was brought here and shown this.

“Where’s Y/N?” She asked, now fearing for your life as well.

“They’re taken care of; poor kid has been putting up a fight their whole life; figured it was time they got some rest.” Then the fight broke out.

“-- /N, can you hear me?” A voice asked you; it echoed slightly, and you stirred a little. To Jemma, that was good, as that meant you were still with them.

“-pen your eyes?” The voice asked again as some of your hair was pushed back by whoever it was. You let out a groan.

Jemma tried once again to get you to open your eyes, only to no avail. She then looked to Fitz, silently communicating what she wanted from him; he nodded and went to do just that. When he left, she turned to you, “You’re going to be ok, Y/N. You’re going to be ok.” She assured you as she ran her hand through your hair some more.

Despite that they had only known you for a short time, they (her, Fitz and Daisy) had become attached to you. You were young, younger than Daisy, and you had lived a rough life too; so maybe that triggered it for them; a young child stuck in a hellish world. They saw someone they could give a second chance to. Now they just had to make sure that you were alive to take it.

“Fitz, Robin is –” Daisy was stopped by her friend as he grabbed her by the arms and looked her dead in the eye.

“I need you to clear a table once you’ve moved him to a cell.” He told her quickly; she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but they widened when she saw Voss look saddened by the news.

“Ok, just make sure they live.” She ordered Fitz, he nodded.

“Fitz!” Jemma cried out, the man ran over and helped support your limp body as the others made space on the table. You were then lifted onto it.

“Head trauma and a stab wound.” She gave her quick synopsis as she ran to find something to cover your wound. Daisy, however, ran back in and then saw what Jemma was looking for.

“Here.” She said, ripping a bit of her wrappings off and handing it to Jemma. As Jemma hesitated, Daisy insisted, “Just take it, they need it.” Jemma conceded and took it and wrapped it over your stab wound.

“Come on, Y/N. Come on, you’ve got this.” Daisy said as she grabbed one of your hands in your own.

It took a moment before she felt you lightly squeeze her own hand; she returned it to show some support and comfort, understanding the pain you were most likely in.

Robin was dead and the team were doing what they could to get the Zephier back online. As they did, they then heard a cough from you; Daisy was over in a heartbeat, “Hey, kiddo,” She greeted as she smiled; this was one of the good things to happen at the moment, “Just rest, ok? We’ll be home soon.” She told you.

As you got up, Fitzsimmons came over and supported you, bringing you to a seat and placing you in it, making sure to make sure you were safe in it.

You knew now, you were a part of this team, and you were going to a very different home.

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You watched as your new friends ran around; you wanted to help, but they all told you the same thing, “No” in various volumes and words. As you watched, the power slowly shifted to on their side as the Quinjet slowly came to life once again.

Despite the sparks that occasionally happened (you helped there with your ability, catching them and moving them away; something they were thankful for) you slowly made more and more progress.

Then the rubble and remains of buildings started to pound against the Quinjet, “Z-one can’t take much more of this!” Daisy said as she passed you and made sure you were ok, at your nod she kept going.

“Let’s just hope it’s here at all after the storm!” Jemma yelled over the noise. Another rumble hit, this time you used your ability on a larger scale to try and keep the ship steady.

“The sensation of death is one I have yet to experience.” Enoch admitted, seemingly resigned to your fate.

“You’ll have to wait a bit longer for it then, buddy!” You yelled, knowing that these people would get you out; and that you weren’t going to die here of all places. You had seen nothing of the world before it turned into what it was now.

You were desperate to see it.

“Maybe I can help you with that!” May “offered” as she tried to regain her balance. As May went to pack her bag, the object that Robin held floated in the air.

“Alright, that isn’t me.” You felt the need to point that out. Those words, however, gave Simmons an idea; that being the ride the gravity wave to get you up in the air; then, with the new upgrades to the thing you could fly straight to the lighthouse from space.

After Fitzsimmons put a plan together, you all agreed that you were in.

Then you were out of the chair to try and help Daisy release the anchor, despite everyone calling for you to get back.

“Here, I got it.” You told Daisy as you used your ability to open the hatch for her to get to what she needed.

“The hell are you doing?! Get back to the others! – Get down!” She yelled, pretty much all at once. Because of that, you missed her warning and got punched, while she got thrown to the ground by Sinara.

Your attacker was some dickhead you had beaten once before, “Time for round two, I guess.” You said as you got up; to your credit, the guy did let you get up.

It did not, however, help you in the fight.

No, the fight itself was you getting your ass fucking kicked. Whenever you would try and get some advantage, your opponent would counter it; seemed he had been waiting for this moment for a long fucking time.

It only got worse when you were lifted off of your feet; even then, it didn’t’ really help you as you did manage to get more hits in up here, your opponent still came out on top.

You were all slammed into the floor, but you landed right on your face. You were bleeding badly and had probably re-opened certain wounds and that was just adding to your problems when you opponent approached you, “Just give up, little one. It’ll make it easier.”

Those words you had heard before countless times, in the fights where it wouldn’t go your way. Those fights would just end with you going back to the room where they kept you until they needed you. You weren’t going back there anymore.

You had somewhere new to go to.

“Not…gonna…. happen.” You said as you pulled a box towards you; it worked like a charm, as your opponent looked to the box, you punched them in a place that would hurt anyone. When he lowered himself at the pain, you slammed your head into his.

Deke was shoved aside by Sinara, but he then saw you too; grabbing a box, he then threw it at your opponent; the thing knocked the guy down more. The next moment, your foot came down onto his head.

As you slowly got back up, Daisy looked over the edge to see you and Deke ok and alive, “You ok?” Daisy checked, she slowly came down the stairs and helped you up.

“Nothing that some good sleep won’t heal, you?” You asked.

“To be honest, think you hit it on the head.” She said, she led you both to your chairs once again; but kept an arm around your shoulder.

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It had taken a bit more time, but you had made it back to the old earth; the one you never saw before. This earth was less broken. The lighthouse was cleaner. Daisy was unconscious at this point after an attempt to stay in the future, but Coulson had denied that want.

She was laid down on the table; meanwhile, you were looking around at how clean the place was. Meaning that you weren’t really paying attention to the discussion.

However, Coulson seemed to be ok with it and called your name out after everyone had gone on their own jobs. You turned to him, “I know this is all new to you; and I know we are on a time limit, but if you need help, just ask.” He told you kindly.

“Thank you, Coulson.” You were touched by his words.

“Of course, welcome home Y/N.” He told you.

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Reviewing time for MAG194! TwT

- Well, the episode very quickly answered my question about whether Jon&Martin would stay in Jonah’s room a bit or not. I love how the beginning of the episode mirrored Martin and Jon working their way to the top:

(MAG192) [FOOTSTEPS RING AND ECHO AS THEY CONTINUE CLIMBING THE MANY, MANY STAIRS] MARTIN: [LABOURED BREATHING] Okay, okay, hold… hold up, h–hold on, hold on, hold on. [THE ARCHIVIST’S QUICK FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE] Oi, Jon! ARCHIVIST: Uh…? [SOFTLY] Oh, right. MARTIN: Just wait a sec– … Christ, I just need a moment to… catch my breath…! […] What, you’re not tired? ARCHIVIST: Oh no, believe me, I am! It’s just, uh… It’s kind of… difficult not to keep climbing? MARTIN: What, like… you’re being called? ARCHIVIST: More like… pulled. Gently, but very definitely upwards, towards the top. MARTIN: That… could be a bad sign. ARCHIVIST: Probably…!

(MAG194) [FOOTSTEPS DESCENDING THE PANOPTICON STAIRS – THE ARCHIVIST DOING SO MORE RAPIDLY THAN MARTIN] MARTIN: [PANTS] Jon, wai– [BAG JOSTLING] Hey, just wait! [THE ARCHIVIST’S FOOTSTEPS PAUSE AS MARTIN CATCHES UP, AND THE SHUFFLING NOISES FROM BELOW ARE AUDIBLE] MARTIN: W… will you please talk to me? ARCHIVIST: I just, I–I need some air.

Jon rushing, Martin having trouble to keep up (TwT and he had previously mentioned that he was “never leading”, “always following”…), Jon respectively being drawn towards Beholding versus fleeing from it in discomfort.

Small thing, but I love how we could hear when Jon&Martin were going up, and now that they were going down? It was the distinctive sounds of people’s steps going down stairs. I don’t remember hearing the buzzing of the drones in MAG192 (while we could hear them muffled and distant in this scene), so I’m guessing that Martin&Jon were almost reaching ground level when the tape recorder turned on?

- ;; Jon had mentioned that there was “no better”, and that’s also true about safe places…

(MAG194) ARCHIVIST: I just, I–I need some air. MARTIN: In the tunnels? ARCHIVIST: … Yes! N–no! I… I don’t know, just somewhere…! Anywhere without that… thing droning horrors, and Rosie staring at us like we’re going to bite her. I just… I need to think.

They don’t have many options, so the stuffy dark tunnels are still a place where it’s easier to breathe compared to the ones directly watched by Beholding…

I’m curious about Rosie’s behaviour – does she identify Jon as someone above Jonah, now, so having the power to hurt her? Or is like in MAG192, when Martin went off her script and she immediately reacted as if he was threatening her?

- Martin’s way of dealing with Jon’s behaviour when he doesn’t understand it still follows the same pattern of beginning with irritation, then heading for pragmatism, and quickly understanding when Jon is hiding something:

(MAG194) MARTIN: All right. All right, we’ll… we’ll go back to the tunnels and regroup. Figure out what our next move is. See… what other options there are. ARCHIVIST: … Yeah. Yeah. MARTIN: Jon? … [WARNING] Jon? ARCHIVIST: I just need a moment. To… to properly… consider things. MARTIN: “Consider” what, exactly?

He quickly picked up on the fact that Jon was shifty and a few steps ahead in the reasoning… and the fact he snapped so fast felt, to me, like he was indeed suspecting that Jon was genuinely considering to take Elias’s place?

* Between “one self-important, floating, hollowed-out terror zombie” and “his whole being just destroyed”, Jonah really is absolutely done for and dead in a way, uh.

* Jon’s phrasing regarding the “pupil” reminds me of the Coffin in relation to Daisy:

(MAG120) ELIAS: He knows the writing on the coffin has changed, though it is still carved deep into the splintered wood: [STATIC INCREASES] “I – Am – For – You.” [STATIC DECREASES] He knows it is not addressed to him, but he reaches down and pulls the chains off all the same.

… And Daisy had still been able to get out.

* It’s interesting, though, that Jon still hasn’t confirmed what his domain is, if it’s supposed to be the centre of The Eye or… something else, somewhere else.

* ;; Martin was blunt and snarky but also… knows his tropes and clichés. He presented Jon’s plan and the end he envisioned as the conclusion of a story, as if it were a script… (I don’t know if there is anything to make of it, but it’s quite interesting that he spitted this in the same episode Annabelle, the Story Spinner, finally made her move/offer.)

* … the “promise” Martin mentioned was likely the one from MAG191, when Martin asked Jon to not do things out of guilt and to actively try to find a solution that would allow him to survive. Given how they both alluded to Jonah… it’s clear that they’re aware that yes, replacing him wouldn’t count, Jonah’s current state doesn’t count as surviving/living. (Which is so ironic for Jonah, since he did everything because he was afraid of dying and wanted to ensure his immortality. But at what costs, etc.)

- “Jon, No”.

(MAG194) ARCHIVIST: Would you just listen, please? … I think… I think that I–I could… control it, t–to a degree, I–I could, I could channel the energies, remake things, like I’ve been doing on our journey but, but on a grand scale. MARTIN: And how’s that going to help? You’ve always said you can’t make less fear in the world, you’d… you’d just be moving it around…! ARCHIVIST: But that might still help! I–I could… I could rebalance things, destroy the avatars, make it so that the people suffering most were the ones who–who deserve it…! MARTIN: [SCOFF] And what? Replace them with new avatars from the people who don’t want to? ARCHIVIST: I mean, that has to be better than those that chose it right? Sure, I can’t make it “go away”, but I could at least make it fairer…! MARTIN: [MIRTHLESS SCOFF] ARCHIVIST: The Eye doesn’t care, as long as it gets its fear, it’s happy either way…! MARTIN: [INCREDULOUS] Christ, can you hear yourself? “Make it fairer!” It’s not enough that you’re the “all-powerful Archivist”, you also have to appoint yourself the literal judge of everyone as well?

It’s true that Martin initially wanted Jon to use his powers here and there and change things for the better for people suffering in the domains (and also true, as Jon pointed out, that Martin had encouraged the Kill Bill spree)… but the journey has also demonstrated how all the possibilities relying on Beholding’s power didn’t work. Killing avatars didn’t free victims from the domains, and the domains kept going regardless. Changing a victim into an avatar was still horrible and traumatic and condemning them to another kind of hell. And they had resolved to let people suffer as they headed for the Panopticon because Martin was hoping that confronting Elias would mean a solution to change things on a bigger scale and save everyone, but they know now that that is impossible and there isn’t enough left of Elias to confront in the first place. I’m not really disappointed that Jon would try to grasp at something that feels Less Awful now, and I’m not disappointed that Martin was offended and disgusted about it – I’m just sad for both of them. It also came with a few implications:

* As mentioned above, with the way Jon&Martin described Elias – they agree that being the centre of Beholding is as good as being dead.

* Martin had pointed out, in MAG186, that he didn’t want to keep feeding on people’s misery, and if they didn’t find any solution, he would ask Jon to end him:

(MAG186) ALSO MARTIN: So. What are we thinking? MARTIN: [EXHALE] I’m thinking that I didn’t ask for this. It’s not my fault they’re here…! ALSO MARTIN: True. MARTIN: But I can’t keep existing like this at their expense! It’s not… it’s not right. Whatever happens with Elias, wi–, with the rest of the world… I can’t live on the misery of others. ALSO MARTIN: … They’ll suffer either way. MARTIN: I get it, okay? I, I can’t decide what happens to them, but… I just might be able to decide what happens to me, and… and if it comes down to it? ALSO MARTIN: [SIGH] MARTIN: … I’ll get Jon to destroy me like the others. ALSO MARTIN: You don’t really believe he’d do it? MARTIN: I don’t know. Maybe? ALSO MARTIN: … This took a dark turn. MARTIN: Yeah, but… this time it doesn’t feel like despair. [BAG JOSTLING] It feels like resolve. ALSO MARTIN: Well… hopefully it won’t come to that. MARTIN: Hopefully.

We haven’t heard Martin tell Jon anything about it, so Jon might not know… but it means that if they were to settle for Jon’s idea, then it’d be the scenario where Martin would ask Jon to kill him. So, I wasn’t surprised that Martin immediately opposed that idea on victims’ behalf – he knows very well how uncomfortable it is to feed on people’s misery, and it is something he was only temporarily accepting until he found a way to fix the world.

* I like how it works within the Fears As Oppressive Systems reading: changing who is on top wouldn’t change the system itself. The problem is still the system, and the solution would still be to dismantle/change it entirely.

* … And meta-wise, I’m not sure but I feel like this might be opening up the option and leading towards another Change for the end of the show…? Since Martin felt like a solution based on a “compromise” was horrible, it would be surprising, then, that the show would end with no grand-scale change at all, unless they’re prevented from reaching it at the last moment?

- Overall, their arguments reminded me a lot of MAG154: Jon and Martin were trying to convey something underneath what they were saying, that the other wasn’t fully grasping. In MAG154, what Martin should have heard was that Jon was worried about him, cared about him, wanted Martin safe above everything (it wasn’t “only” about cutting their eyes out and getting free from the Institute, it was mostly about the idea of leaving together). This time around… I’m not sure, but I feel like underneath, it was mostly about Jon and Martin’s respective fears of losing the other?

- That “visual” information when Jon and Martin had entered Elias’s room in MAG192…

(MAG192) MARTIN: What’s wrong with him? ARCHIVIST: Nothing. Nothing’s wrong with him. He’s the pupil of The Eye…! MARTIN: Meaning? ARCHIVIST: He won.

(MAG194) ARCHIVIST: Why won’t you believe me when I say that this isn’t something I want to do? MARTIN: Because I saw your face when we walked into that room! [DESPONDENT] That wasn’t fear! It, it wasn’t even anger. It was envy. And it scared me more than anything else I’ve seen…! [SILENCE SAVE FOR THE TOWER NOISES] ARCHIVIST: … Martin… MARTIN: We’re here to stop this, not… not take it over…! [SILENCE BUT FOR THE DISTANT DRONE NOISES] ARCHIVIST: What other choice do we have? MARTIN: I–I don’t know, all right! I d–, but there is one. Because there has to be.

I do like that Martin is keenly aware of Beholding’s power of attraction on Jon because… after all, is Jon’s reasoning that he might make things better as the pupil of The Eye truly his own, or is it slightly influenced by Beholding itself, trying to make it attractive for Jon? We’ve seen that Jon could get influenced by it – Jon had to fight against his impulses in order to be able to listen to Eric’s tape, and burning Gerry’s page had also been hard for him.

- Martin saying “No” was such an echo of the end of season 4…

(MAG158) PETER: Then do it. Kill him, and help me save the world…! [SILENCE] MARTIN: … No. […] PETER: Martin. What are you doing? MARTIN: I’m… saying no. I refuse! Game over. [KNIFE CLATTERING ON THE GROUND] PETER: Martin, this is not the time for petulance; there are bigger things at stake, here. […] But you do serve The Lonely. MARTIN: Oh, I’m getting there, but if this is the final test or something? Then bad luck. The answer’s still “no”.

(MAG194) ARCHIVIST: We can’t just dismiss this. It might be our only option. [SILENCE SAVE FOR THE TOWER NOISES] MARTIN: … No. ARCHIVIST: No? MARTIN: No! I forbid it. [BAG JOSTLING] ARCHIVIST: [INCREDULOUS CHUCKLE] You “forbid it”?

With the situation being of course different: back then, a “no” was still playing the game and making someone the winner of the bet. Now, it’s just pure rejection. (And I love when Martin does that? Just refuses to accept what is offered? There is something very raw, very honest when he does, even though it’s not exactly constructive.)

- Oh Jon, oh Martin ;_;

(MAG194) ARCHIVIST: [INCREDULOUS CHUCKLE] You “forbid it”? MARTIN: Don’t laugh at me. ARCHIVIST: Why not? You’re being ridiculous. MARTIN: I refuse to accept that this– ARCHIVIST: Tough! The world doesn’t care what you accept. It just is! It just is. [SILENCE SAVE FOR THE TOWER NOISES] … I’m going out. Ou–outside, I–I… I’ll see you back in the tunnels.

* I feel like Jon didn’t understand how casually harsh he was: pointing out that Martin was “being ridiculous” was an accidental reminder that… Jon can bend a lot of things to his will. Although he is not all-powerful, he has power in this world, can decide what happens to people (he can smite avatars, he can turn victims into avatars, he can “know” things). It isn’t the case for Martin, who can indeed travel safely through domains but can’t change anything by himself.

* ;; And additionally cruel: Martin might have known that the world ��doesn’t care”. He had to take care of his mother since he was a child, with no support, to the point that he had to drop out of school, and it didn’t prevent his mother from hating him… and yet, he has also clung to the belief that people’s lives still have worth for what they are (MAG151: “I think our experience of the universe has value. Even if it disappears forever.”).

* It says a lot about Jon’s state of mind, too, that he would spit about it from his position: Jon has been prone to falling into quiet despair this season, over the idea that he couldn’t do anything on a grand scale (“There is not better”, the fact that even “saving” Jordan just put him in another hell and that he resented Jon for what he was able to do…). What Jon said weren’t words of triumph or boasting: those were sad words of anger and resignation over something he hates but feels that he can’t fight against.

* Martin’s silence… I feel like that silence and Jon calming down (still leaving, but clearly conscious that he had overstepped) “told” us so much about the kind of face Martin was making…

- When it comes to the recording: seems like the tape recorder was either on the ground or on Martin, this time around, since we heard Martin’s last words (while the sound of Jon’s footsteps was gradually disappearing).

(MAG194) [QUICK FOOTSTEPS AS THE ARCHIVIST SPEEDS OFF DOWN THE STAIRS] MARTIN: [SHAKY EXHALE] Stupid… Stupid, arrogant…! [SILENCE SAVE FOR THE TOWER NOISES] Jon? J– [SHUFFLING] … Shit!

* The end of the fragment was a bit reminiscent of the end of MAG185, when Martin entered his domain:

(MAG185) ARCHIVIST: Martin? [STATIC RISES] Martin, listen you need to get ready. [FADING] We’re about to enter– [STATIC REACHING A PEAK] MARTIN: Yeah, “my domain”, yes, right, I get it. Dream logic, and timing, heh, apparently! [STATIC FADES] [FAINT EERIE WIND SOUNDS] … Jon? Jon? [BAG JOSTLING] Oh… Shit.

* You would think that Martin had drained up his “shit” rights (especially since he screamed strings of it in MAG163 when running around the bullets, and in MAG179 to bandage Jon after he had been injured by Daisy), but no, he keeps adding new ones to the collection!

* So why that final “Shit”? Was it because Martin realised that it wasn’t a good idea to get separated? Was it because he spotted something or someone? The tape recorder, cobwebs around, Annabelle dangling from the ceiling?

- … Screaming a bit because Jon rushing out to get some air and leaving someone behind is, uh, reminiscent of something.

(MAG080) LEITNER: I have also heard it called Beholding. ARCHIVIST: And I… LEITNER: You belong to it too. ARCHIVIST: I… Uh… I… I think I need some air. [SOUND OF FUMBLING IN DRAWER] LEITNER: We don’t have time for you to have a breakdown, Archivist. [CHAIR SCRAPES ON THE FLOOR] ARCHIVIST: I’m going to have a cigarette. Don’t… [DOOR OPENS] Don’t. [DOOR CLOSES] […] [EXTENDED SOUNDS OF BRUTAL PIPE MURDER] […] ARCHIVIST: Sorry, I’ve been quit for five years now, but th– [STUNNED SILENCE]

And just like before, someone waltzed in to deprive Jon of the person he was interacting with. Jon didn’t mention smoking this time around but since he quickly calmed down once outside, and decided that Martin was indeed right as soon as he was out… where is your lighter, these days, Jon?

- Once outside, it was chilling how Jon indeed acted a bit all-powerful, right after Martin had accused him of getting a god-complex:

(MAG194) ARCHIVIST: [HEAVY BREATHES] Get out of here. All of you. … [STATIC RISES] I said: leave me alone! [STATIC FADES] … [SCOFF] Of course. [SIGH] What do you want? No, I… I know what you want.

Out of anger, he still spilled out his powers to try to get the camera and drones to comply with what he wanted.

(And aaah, the contrast between the way he talks to Beholding things and the way he usually talks with Martin… It was very noticeable how his voice was dryer and snappier when he was alone with Helen, but I like how we can still hear that he has a special “voice” for Martin, even during arguments.)

- … Jon managed to cool down VERY quickly.

(MAG194) ARCHIVIST: But maybe you’re right…! … No. No, that’s… [INHALE] Martin’s right. It’s not worth it. … Why am I even talking to you? You don’t even have a mind, not really. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Something to be your focus, your will. Keeping you fed, and placated and content! … You got something to say? [HUFF] Then say it. [CAMERA WHIRRING] Of course.

* He only needed a few seconds to admit that his plan wasn’t a good idea and that Martin had been right to oppose the concept of it.

* I love how Jon has been spitting his disgust and rage at the cameras, drones and Beholding itself since they entered London…

* I love how Jon was aware that his plan would basically mean that he would provide Beholding the satisfaction it wanted. Indeed, in any scenario, that just… can’t be good.

* And I love how his last words before the pre-statement were a bit ambiguous: was the “Of course” about the fact that anyway, the cameras/drones wouldn’t answer (because they couldn’t anyway)? Or was it in reaction to the camera whirring and the build-up of the statement – the idea that “of course”, drones and cameras would swarm around Jon since he was on the verge of giving a statement? Or was it because he felt that the surroundings would give their “answer” through the statement he was about to give?

- As for the statement: it reminds me a bit of MAG180, with how Malcolm wasn’t able to get rid of his abuser – I would have pegged MAG180 as a mix of End/Web/Beholding, this one felt more like Flesh/Web/Beholding, however! The body horror made me grin because Jonny has been playing Resident Evil lately, and the eye and face emerging from the shoulder really reminded me of that imagery. (While during the first few seconds, I thought about Albrecht, but it turned out that a whole body was emerging from Malcolm so… nop, not the same thing.)

I wonder what message Jon got from the statement, though:

(MAG194) ARCHIVIST: [DEEP BREATH] Not exactly subtle. But then you never were, were you? Not really. Well. If that’s the most compelling argument you have… [AUDIBLE SMILE] I’m going to go and apologise to my boyfriend…! [CHUCKLE]

Did he interpret it as Beholding telling him it was within him, that Jon could never get rid of it, that it was even useless seeking “love” because Jon had Beholding in his life? Was it about the idea that no matter what, there would always be someone in the “seat” of Beholding’s power? Was it about Jon’s shame, Beholding threatening to reveal his inner thoughts (“I’ll tell them. I’ll tell them all the horrible thoughts you keep deep inside…!”)?

- I love how Jon has shown absolutely no hesitation when it comes to calling Martin his “boyfriend” ;w;

(MAG171) JARED: Oh! And who’s this? Your boyfriend? MARTIN: Hum– ARCHIVIST: Yes. Actually.

(MAG187) HELEN: Sure he can wave away the theoretical idea of people suffering… ARCHIVIST: But if he sees it up close, he might try to get his boyfriend to smite you? HELEN: … Something like that.

Plus the (many) “love” thrown around. Back when they got together at the end of season 4, I thought that Jon would have a bit of trouble putting words on his relationship with Martin, but nop, he’s been very casual and almost smug about it!

- Jon had mentioned that he had trouble in the tunnels, Melanie had reminded him that it was dark, but still, it was very funny to me that Jon began to apologise before understanding that he wasn’t actually talking to Martin:

(MAG194) [DOOR RATTLES AND OPENS] ARCHIVIST: M–Martin? [DOOR SHUTS] Martin I’m… I’m sorry. You… you’re right. [SOMETHING RATTLES] I– … Oh. [CLEARS THROAT] Sorry. Thought you were someone else. CELIA: It’s okay. I, I was actually looking for you.

The way Jon’s voice just changed once he realised.

- And then, it was SUCH whiplash.

(MAG194) ARCHIVIST: Why? What’s… Sorry, uh, do you know where Martin– the, the man I–I was with, do you know where he is? CELIA: That’s what I wanted to check! I saw him a while ago, up near one of the trapdoors. I… I didn’t recognise the woman with him? So… ARCHIVIST: The– CELIA: I wanted to check if you were expecting anyone else before I woke the prophets. ARCHIVIST: [SUSPICIOUS] What, what woman? CELIA: I don’t know…! [FOOTSTEP] ARCHIVIST: What did she look like? CELIA: Uh… Youngish, Black, dressed… normal, I suppose? She had a thing on her head, like a… ARCHIVIST: [SHAKY BREATH] CELIA: I don’t known like a, a woolly hat? But… I–I don’t know, it looked a bit weird. ARCHIVIST: … A–Annabelle, hum… CELIA: I didn’t catch her name– ARCHIVIST: Shh-shh-shh! I– Please, I, I need to concentrate. [STATIC RISES] [VERY QUIETLY] Right, Martin, come on, come on… come on, don’t try and do this to me. Not now. [STATIC FADES] Argh! Oh god. Okay, hum…

* Not the first time we had the conditions to fear about Martin’s safety: there had been the Lonely house scare, the fear that Martin would just disappear when Jon was giving a statement and unaware of his surroundings (which… kind of happened here, although distantly), the fear of Martin and Jon not finding each other back right away after Martin’s domain… so it had to happen at some point, uh.

* Well, she had already been described wearing a hoodie in MAG123, but seems like Annabelle has really stopped looking “like a vintage clothing store exploded on her” x”)

* Jon’s gradually rising panic as he slowly understood what might have happened was heartbreaking ;;

* Confirming another difference between the tunnels and a perimeter under the camera’s protection: Jon can still try to use his powers here. When he had tried to compel Salesa, it had not worked at all – no static, no power.

- Jon’s voice, this season ;w; I love how he has such a wide range lately – almost god-like around the drones, tender about Martin, bashful when he apologised thinking Martin was in the room, slightly awkward when it turned out it was Celia, absolutely panicking when he realised that Martin had left with Annabelle and that he couldn’t know about them, aggressive when he snapped at Celia to wake up Melanie&Georgie, anxious wreck with Melanie. I like how he was quick to tell Melanie that it wasn’t the right moment for her to be sarcastic through her choices of words, and how Melanie indeed relented:

(MAG194) [DOOR OPENS AND FOOTSTEPS ENTER] MELANIE: Any luck? ARCHIVIST: [FRUSTRATED] Nothing. I–is Georgie back yet? MELANIE: Not yet. [INHALE] But then she actually needs to go places to look at them. She can’t just… pop up top and check the “big picture”. ARCHIVIST: Melanie, please. … Not now. MELANIE: … Sorry.

Melanie doesn’t like Jon, she said, but that doesn’t mean she revels in his misery and active discomfort, and I like that they have this complex relationship where they can still help each other out (Jon telling her how to quit at the end of season 4, Melanie reminding Georgie that they should help Jon&Martin, and Melanie guiding Jon through what they can deduce from Annabelle and Martin’s departure).

- That was such a nice parallel (and a contrast!) with when Jon had come to ask for Melanie’s help at the end of season 4:

(MAG157) ARCHIVIST: Melanie, I… MELANIE: Jon…? ARCHIVIST: Yeah, it’s… me. GEORGIE: It’s all right, Melanie. Jon, leave. [ADMIRAL STARTS PURRING] ARCHIVIST: I’m sorry, I just… It’s Martin. MELANIE: Jon… don’t… Please. ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] … No, you’re right, I’m sorry. A–are you all right? MELANIE: Yes! I’m, hum… actually doing okay…! […] It’s, it’s okay. He’s… welcome. As a friend. But that’s it. ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] … Right. MELANIE: But you’re not after a friend, are you, Jon? ARCHIVIST: I need an ally. MELANIE: Then I can’t help you. [SILENCE] ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] I suppose not… GEORGIE: Okay [ADMIRAL MEOWS IN PROTEST], you’re done. [PURRING CEASES] ARCHIVIST: Yeah. [INHALE] Yeah, I am. GEORGIE: Come on, Melanie, let’s get you back to bed. ARCHIVIST: Look after yourself. Both of you. MELANIE: You too. Good… luck, I guess. ARCHIVIST: … Thanks.

Martin just left with a powerful avatar, Jon doesn’t know their intentions, is worried for Martin, doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t have many people around, and goes to Melanie to ask for help. Except this time, Melanie&Georgie have decided that they would help – and indeed, Georgie went to take a look around, and Melanie is (awkwardly) reassuring Jon.

- Nothing new about what the camera does, it’s the same property that had been previously established:

(MAG180) ARCHIVIST: I don’t know what’s next. MARTIN: What…? But, like, you, you can see “literally everything”, so– ARCHIVIST: I–I can, but i–it’s a blind spot! No idea why; I–I didn’t realise until we got closer, and I was looking at our route, but… I can’t see the area after the necropolis. None of it; it’s, it’s like the inside of the Panopticon, or, or wherever Georgie and Melanie are hiding. MARTIN: Or Annabelle. ARCHIVIST: … Or Annabelle. MARTIN: You think the others might be there? ARCHIVIST: [DELIGHTED] I have no idea! It’s a mystery! […] MARTIN: Get ready. ARCHIVIST: To do… what? MARTIN: What do you mean “what”? To smite them, if we need to. Wait, hang on, can you even smite people here? ARCHIVIST: I, I don’t think so.

(MAG181) SALESA: How’re you feeling? MARTIN: [BLOWING AIR] ARCHIVIST: Disorientated. It’s like, hum… li–like I’ve lost my sight o–or, uh… SALESA: Well, you have, haven’t you? [HE CHUCKLES. IT ISN’T THE FRIENDLIEST SOUND] Annabelle tells me you work for “The Eye”. […] Your powers won’t work here, Jonathan Sims, Head-Archivist-of-the-Magnus-Institute-London! The Eye can’t see this place…! […] an old broken camera. One that through some… quirk had the ability to hide you from the Powers…! It was in the possession of another scared old man, one who had long been running from his own supernatural debts. I believe it operates as a sort of, uh, battery, charging itself on all the quiet worries that come from living in hiding, and then when the sanctuary collapses, eh!, all that fear flows out at once. … No doubt if my oasis breaks before I die, The Eye will get quite the feast from me. […] I. Was. Right…! Both about the world, and about the camera: it hid me from The Eye, which, in the new order of reality, also protects where I am from the hellscape all around us. And when I realised that the power moves with the camera, well, hm!, let’s just say I loaded up a truckload of supplies and went on some journeys of my own, before I found… this place.

(MAG194) MELANIE: So, you… you didn’t see them at all with your, you know…? ARCHIVIST: Nothing. They’re hidden. A… Annabelle must have taken the camera. MELANIE: The camera? ARCHIVIST: Uh, from… Salesa’s.

If it is indeed the camera hiding her (since Jon can’t absolutely know about it, and Annabelle has known how to keep herself hidden in the past). Jon had highlighted it, but it’s very interesting that she apparently found a way to stay under the radar since season 4, even when she hadn’t joined Salesa (and the protection of the camera) yet:

(MAG148) ARCHIVIST: Did he say anything about Annabelle? BASIRA: Not really. Sounds like he’s not too worried, though. Says to just ignore it. ARCHIVIST: [SNORTING] Yeah, good luck with that! BASIRA: Any luck finding her? ARCHIVIST: I haven’t really been trying. Doing that sort of thing consciously, it… makes me hungry.

(MAG155) BASIRA: No sign of Annabelle either. ARCHIVIST: You’re still on that? BASIRA: You’re not? ARCHIVIST: … I–I mean, I don’t know how much she can predict or manipulate the future, but I think she’s proven she can at least avoid us finding her.

(MAG164) ARCHIVIST: … I think it was Annabelle Cane. MARTIN: Hm. ARCHIVIST: That’s… weird, I, I know The Web was wrapped around that phone, but, but I can’t… see her. A–at all. At least with Georgie and Melanie, I have a vague sense they’re still alive, i–in London, and, or– Well, what was London. [STATIC DECREASES] But Annabelle…? Nothing. [STATIC FADES] Hm.

(MAG167) MARTIN: Do you know where she was calling from? ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] No. She… No; she is still… hidden, somewhere, I–I could… see her voice coming down the phone line, but the closer it gets to her, the harder it is to see. … Hm, Christ, this all feels so… obtuse; it’s like I have the power to drink the whole ocean, but I… have to do it through a straw!

(MAG172) MARTIN: … And Annabelle? ARCHIVIST: Still can’t see her. If it wasn’t for the phone call, I’d have said she was probably already dead…! MARTIN: Yeah… [SIGH]

(MAG181) ARCHIVIST: Look. I–it’s no accident we finally meet face-to-face in the one place I–I can’t get any answers out of her. ANNABELLE: [SMUG] I’m sure I don’t know what you mean…!

To the point that even now, Jon conjectured that she was protected by the camera, but we can’t be sure if it’s indeed the case (due to the camera itself, and Annabelle’s credentials when it comes to hiding herself).

- ;_; It was kind of expected since Salesa had mentioned the likeliness of him dying, but still, aouch that he indeed died…

(MAG181) SALESA: I don’t know what you want me to say, it’s a big house and I don’t see her much. Can’t even say which corner she’s made her nest in! Whatever she’s doing… all I can do is hope it doesn’t wreck my little oasis. And if it does… then I hope that by keeping her in good graces, she’ll at least do me the courtesy of killing me first? MARTIN: Mm-mm… SALESA: … Anyway. Let us talk of happier things, or perhaps just take a moment to enjoy not being out there…! […] In the end… I find myself quite happy. I’ve supplies, for a good few years, and then I… plan to take my own life. I think perhaps that’s the greatest blessing the camera can bestow: I – can – die – here. Escape this place. Not yet, of course; and maybe the wine will do me in before I have to take matters into my own hands, but still… it remains a comfort.

(MAG194) MELANIE: The camera? ARCHIVIST: Uh, from… Salesa’s. MELANIE: O–oh. So does that mean he’s…? ARCHIVIST: … Dead. MELANIE: Right. ARCHIVIST: Yes, I… [INHALE] I checked. [EXHALE] I guess she liked him enough to do that for him before she stole it. MELANIE: Remind me not to get on her good side. ARCHIVIST: No, i–it’s what he wanted. What he… said he wanted, but… [FOOTSTEPS] i–it–it means there’s… there’s no way I can find them!

* He went far in the Battle Of The Recurring Michaels (Mike Crew, Michael the Distortion, Mike-as-Tim’s-VA), but still, this Mikaele too got killed off in the end.

* I love Melanie, I love how quickly she pointed out that it was messed up.

* I appreciate Jon’s nuance regarding Salesa’s wish, correcting it into “what he said he wanted”: the fact that he had thought about his own ending (either killed by Annabelle, either by the wine, either by his own hands) and found it a “comfort” that he was able to… was still fundamentally sad and horrible? It’s mostly that, with the world as it is since the Change, it was this or an eternity of torture, and he made his choice while weighting the two… but I like Jon’s precautions, here, with that “what he said he wanted”, and the contrast there is between this and “what he wanted”.

- I really wonder how the scene went and if Annabelle will describe it – Jon immediately assumed that it meant that Annabelle had killed him, but it’s also possible that she warned him that she would take the camera and that Salesa did it himself? (Would still be Annabelle pushing him to it in a way… unless she offered Salesa the option to come with her, protected by the camera, and he declined that.)

If we go with the idea that Annabelle liked him, and killed him as a favour before taking the camera… that’s, uh, a bad sign for the whole state of the world? It kind of implies that no, Annabelle’s plans aren’t to turn the world back or to cast the Fears away – if it had been the case, wouldn’t it have been better for Salesa to accept to suffer hell for a little while before Annabelle succeeded? Unless he didn’t believe that it was possible, unless Annabelle didn’t like him enough to protect him, etc., but hum… if we go with Jon’s assumption that Annabelle killed Salesa as a favour, that’s worrisome for what Annabelle is aiming for on a larger scale, if that death is still a “mercy”…?

- I love the ways Melanie awkwardly tried to reassure Jon, while being clearly uncomfortable with Jon spilling his guts, but that she still understood that Jon was worried sick for his partner and that this was still something she could relate to. And the fact that Jon was now also worried for Georgie!! The fact that she doesn’t feel Fear and that she’s mostly insulated from The Eye doesn’t mean that she’s invincible…

(MAG194) ARCHIVIST: [FOOTSTEPS] I–it–it means there’s… there’s no way I can find them! MELANIE: Hey, hey! ARCHIVIST: And I– MELANIE: Hey! Keep it together. Okay? Georgie might have better luck. She’s actually looking in person, and from what you said… ARCHIVIST: Yeah, no, I, I mean– MELANIE: Yeah– ARCHIVIST: –that could work, but… but if she finds them alone…! Uh, I mean, if anything were to happen–! MELANIE: They can handle themselves…! Right? ARCHIVIST: You’re right. Uh, you’re… [INHALE] You’re right. MELANIE: [EXHALE] It’s, it’s fine. I’m worried too.

… I’m Worried about Melanie using “they can handle themselves” as a reason to not be too worried, though, because it sure puts to mind one of Annabelle and Martin’s only exchanges:

(MAG181) MARTIN: We could make her tell us. ARCHIVIST: No, we couldn’t. I don’t have my powers, if it came to a physical fight I really don’t rate our chances…! MARTIN: Hey, I can handle myself! ANNABELLE: But can you handle me? [SILENCE] MARTIN: … I don’t like you. ANNABELLE: I know.

MARTIN…

- It’s less funny for Melanie when she has to hear about Jon’s life when it comes from Jon rather than from Martin, uh.

(MAG190) MELANIE: Yourself? MARTIN: Oh, uh, I’m the antichrist’s plus one. MELANIE: [CHORTLES] Oh, that… that sounds like a rough gig! MARTIN: [SMILING] It has its perks. […] So how are you and Georgie doing? MELANIE: Hm! Honestly? Uh… well. These were not the early relationship hurdles I expected. MARTIN: God, tell me about it…! […] MELANIE: And what about Jon? MARTIN: Oh. You know Jon. He’s a complete mess, but, so am I, and… I think we’re making it work. Communication can be… difficult when you’re on an unholy pilgrimage, hm! MELANIE: Modern dating, eh? MARTIN: [CHUCKLE] Nightmare.

(MAG191) ARCHIVIST: … This is my fault. MELANIE: What? ARCHIVIST: We… We had an argument. MELANIE: Oh… ARCHIVIST: I–I said some things I shouldn’t have, if… if I hadn’t we would have come back here together, and I–I’d have been there to stop her taking him. MELANIE: You don’t know that’s what happened. ARCHIVIST: I mean, he wouldn’t have gone willingly! … Would he? MELANIE: You tell me. You said there was no sign of a struggle. ARCHIVIST: But if it happened in the tunnel, I can’t “know” that! MELANIE: But we’d have heard. Stuff echoes down here. ARCHIVIST: I suppose…! What, so you think he chose to leave with her? MELANIE: Does it matter right now? ARCHIVIST: I mean, if they left together willingly, they could already be miles away…!

(* Extra-dose of awkward for Melanie since she’s kind of reassuring her girlfriend’s ex over his own relationship.)

* Same thing as Jonah using Jon for his ritual: it superficially feels like it could have been avoided in a million of ways… but at the same time, it feels like the end result would have happened anyway, because Annabelle was searching for an opening. If it hadn’t been now, it would have been another time in the tunnels.

* I’m surprised that Melanie and Jon both considered that the absence of a struggle was hinting that Martin had gone willingly… given that it involved a Web agent. As Breekon had pointed out: “The Spider’s always an easy job – no fuss, no complication, everything planned and prepared. It knows too much to truly be a Stranger, but hides its knowing well enough to endure.” (MAG128) It feels like if Annabelle wanted to take Martin out without a fuss, she just could have done that?

- I like how Melanie took over Martin’s role to make Jon think of practical things when Jon is stuck on his own fears and worries. It’s just like in front of the Panopticon when Martin suggested how Beholding might work against Jonah too and had taken actions to enter the building: Melanie tried to evaluate what Jon could “know”, what had happened, what connection they had with Annabelle, what they could conjecture from Martin leaving with her.

- Every time Jon more or less summarises Annabelle as being One with The Web, I’m a bit more mmmm about the concept:

(MAG130) ARCHIVIST: And the question is now simply … how much I trust the Spider to have my… best interests at heart. … Hm. I suspect my assuming it has a heart might be a clue I’m looking at this the wrong way.

(MAG146) ARCHIVIST: I–I want to know; can The Web control another avatar, one that serves a different power? HELEN: [HELEN LAUGHS AND LAUGHS, ECHOING] ARCHIVIST: Make them do things they don’t want to, make them… [BREATHING FASTER] find victims, feed?

(MAG147) ARCHIVIST: I’m sure the flares will work fine. … I mean, un–unless it’s all some… elaborate… plot… to have us… burn this place down again. BASIRA: So what if it is? ARCHIVIST: I don’t follow…? BASIRA: I mean. Anything we do could be part of the “Grand Master Plan”. So – what, we do nothing? Just… sit on our hands, and hope that’s not what the spiders want? ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] […] ARCHIVIST: So, she is… watching the Institute. Interfering with things. … [HUFF] Is that reassuring, or… really, really bad…? I can’t say I’m… [HUFF] I can’t say I’m sad to have another ally allegedly on our side, but I don’t like the idea of being important to The Web. … That’s a really bad place to be…

(MAG150) ARCHIVIST: Melanie, could you… could you describe your therapist for me? MELANIE: [CHUCKLING] What? You think I wouldn’t notice if she had cobwebs down her face? ARCHIVIST: … No? […] O–kay. [SIGH] It’s just… The Web can be subtle, you understand? MELANIE: And? For all you know, its plan is to paralyse you with indecision…! ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] MELANIE: Leaving you… sitting here, terrified that… everything you do is somehow all part of its Grand Plan… And who do you think that fear is gonna feed? ARCHIVIST: Yes, well. [INHALE] You are… not the first, to make that point.

(MAG172) MARTIN: [LONG SIGH] Jon, what does The Web want? It’s… I mean, we know it’s got a plan, can’t you just… see what it is? ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] “Knowing”, “seeing”… i–it’s not the same thing as… understanding. Every time I try to know what The Web’s plan is, if it can even be called a plan, I see… a hundred thousand events and causes and links, an impossibly intricate pattern of consequences and subtle nudges, but I–I can’t…! … I can’t hold them all in my head at the same time. There’s no way to see the “whole”, the, the point of it all. I can see all the details, but it doesn’t… provide… context or… intention. I suppose The Web doesn’t work in knowledge, not in the same way.

(MAG180) ARCHIVIST: So… Annabelle, what are you playing at, what are you doing here? ANNABELLE: I really wouldn’t worry about that. I’m just helping out around the place a little bit. Making myself at home. You know how it is.

(MAG181) ARCHIVIST: [SHARPLY] I don’t intend to accept anything offered by Annabelle Cane. MARTIN: [SIGH] SALESA: Oh, you know Annabelle? [SILENCE BUT FOR CLOCK TICKING IN THE BACKGROUND] ARCHIVIST: … Sort of. You do know she’s part of The Web? SALESA: [SARCASTICALLY] No? I assumed the thread holding her head together was due to a childhood knitting accident! [CHUCKLES] MARTIN: Ha! SALESA: Of course I know she’s with The Web. ARCHIVIST: … And that doesn’t bother you? […] And perhaps you’re now just trying to humanise yourself so we underestimate your next move…! […] I don’t have my powers, if it came to a physical fight I really don’t rate our chances…! […] That’s the trouble with old houses, I suppose. Full of spiders.

(MAG194) MELANIE: So, what other reason might she want him? ARCHIVIST: To get to me? To… turn him a–against us, or–or make him an offer or… I don’t know, she serves The Web! So i–it’s probably some… bullshit domino… cause-and-effect… thing we can’t even begin to guess!

Jon has not been the only one to refer to The Web as the Fear that will always get its way, but every time Jon gets defensive and antagonistic towards it, ready to blame everything on it… I wonder if it’s not a projection of Jon’s own fears and trauma (the fact that he barely managed to escape Mr Spider’s clutch, and that it took his bully instead of him) rather than anything grounded in reality. Knowing that The Web is around is enough for him to get antagonistic, to go spiralling, to refuse to assume anything obvious… and there is such consistency in Jon’s perception of The Web that I have trouble taking it at face value? Is it really the nature of The Web to function on obfuscated plans, or does Jon present it as way more threatening thanit actually is because of his personal trauma…?

(And in return: not sure either that Martin has a full grasp of Jon’s fear of The Web. He has known since season 1 that Jon didn’t like spiders; he didn’t question that Jon would worry about Annabelle; he was aware that The Web could get in people’s head in MAG172 when he refused for Jon to take a look in his mind to see if he was influenced, and had been afraid of the fact that he had began to wander in the domain. But does Martin know that Jon was traumatised by The Web as a kid, that even Jonah thought that The Web had sent Jon towards him for his ritual? Does Martin know about Mr. Spider, did Jon ever tell him? Jon hadn’t told him about how his worst recent experience, the one that had made him feel the most “powerless”, had been at the hands of Daisy…)

- Best sound descriptor of the season:

(MAG194) ARCHIVIST: [EXASPERATED] How am I supposed to know? I… I can’t see anything, down here! MELANIE: For god’s sake! Pull your head out of your arse, stop trying to use it as a bloody antenna, and actually try thinking! ARCHIVIST: Just listen, Melanie, I– argh! Ow! [THE ARCHIVIST IS STRUCK, NOT WITH A REVELATION BUT MELANIE’S CANE] MELANIE: Think! ARCHIVIST: Ow…! I don’t know!

MELANIE……………

(It was harsh, but she had a point that Jon was instinctively trying to rely on his powers rather than trying to think things through. Understandable given that he’s worried for Martin, but Jon kind of did the same thing at Upton House, when he tried to compel Salesa to get his story instead of asking it the non-spooky way. The way Jon will instinctively reach for his Beholding powers rather than making a conscious decision to use them every time is a bit worrisome…?)

- YAY FOR HILL TOP ROAD.

(MAG194) MELANIE: Think! ARCHIVIST: Ow…! I don’t know! Somewhere she’d be strong? A, a place of power, a, a Web domain… MELANIE: Yeah… I… ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] MELANIE: I… don’t think there’s anywhere like that in London… ARCHIVIST: No. I–it’s all Eye, one way or another. MELANIE: So, what about nearby? … Hmm? … Uh, Jon? ARCHIVIST: [REALISING] Oh god… MELANIE: Wh… what? ARCHIVIST: … They’re going to Hill Top Road.

* HTR as still being a place-of-power for The Web had been established for a while:

(MAG139, Eugene Vanderstock) “The compromise we came to… was Hill Top Road. We knew it was a stronghold of The Web, full of other children Agnes’s age.”

(MAG146) HELEN: There is… something wrong, with Hill Top Road. You know it as well as I do. Some strange “scar in reality” at the centre of… whatever it is the Spider is spinning.

But it also means “Agnes”, and “the scar in reality” after her fight with Fielding…

* I’m surprised that Melanie didn’t think of Hill Top Road either, since she had been part of the expedition there in MAG147, had seen the cobwebs, had been there the previous episode when it had been established that they were going there to precisely find Annabelle, since Jon thought she might be, and was also there when it turned out that Annabelle had left a statement in the house. I mean! Where else could Annabelle have gone?

* I’m super excited that Martin is going first with Annabelle since… he hadn’t been part of that expedition in season 4, and I remember the interrogations about whether he wasn’t supposed to go (yet) but was meant to visit the place on his own at some point.

* Following Martin&Annabelle’s trail, for Jon, means directly going against one of Annabelle’s “orders”:

(MAG147, Annabelle Cane) “Or perhaps I am simply telling you what you need to hear, in order to behave exactly as the Mother wishes you to. [STATIC RISES, GRADUALLY] Perhaps… I have never even seen a beach. Don’t… go to Hill Top Road again.” [STATIC FADES] ARCHIVIST: … Statement ends…! [INHALE] That was, er… I d– … I–I didn’t like that. I couldn’t… [STUTTERING] [CLEARS THROAT]

And he did end up… not coming back, and there was static when she said it (plain old static, which usually indicates that something supernatural is going on). Was it a compulsion, a supernatural order…? Will he have to fight against this to be able to go and enter Hill Top Road again…? Why was he not meant to stay around the house even before the Change, what is hidden there, what was he not supposed to interact with…?

- Annabelle had dangled her “help” to Martin for a looong while this season – the question wasn’t really if but rather when she would finally make her move:

(MAG163) MARTIN: Uh… Jon? [OLD PHONE RINGING] Uh, Jo–Jon, the, uh, the payphone that’s… here, for some reason, it’s–it’s ringing? [OLD PHONE RINGING] Jon, is–is that… [ASKING AROUND] I–is anyone gonna get that? [OLD PHONE RINGING] … Unless it’s for me? [OLD PHONE RINGING] [SIGH] Yeah, it’s for me. Uh… nnno. [OLD PHONE RINGING] N–no, no, I don’t think so, actually! Hum, thanks, but that, that sounds like a really… terrible idea! [OLD PHONE RINGING] Hm, sorry! [SILENCE] … Huh. Wwwell, all right then! [BODIES WADING THROUGH LIQUID] ARCHIVIST: Martin, you need to keep up. It’s not safe. … Martin? You okay? MARTIN: Uh, I… Th–ther–there was a phone – that phone. ARCHIVIST: … Oh. MARTIN: It… Yeah, it was ringing? ARCHIVIST: Oh. Right… Did you answer it? MARTIN: No. ARCHIVIST: Hm. [INHALE] Probably for the best…! MARTIN: Yeeaahh.

(MAG164) MARTIN: Fair point~! Okay, okay, uh, what else, what else, hum… Oh! Hum, uh, who was, uh–uh, phone – hum, wh–who was calling me? [STATIC INCREASES] ARCHIVIST: … I think it was Annabelle Cane. MARTIN: Hm. ARCHIVIST: That’s… weird, I, I know The Web was wrapped around that phone, but, but I can’t… see her. A–at all. At least with Georgie and Melanie, I have a vague sense they’re still alive, i–in London, and, or– Well, what was London. [STATIC DECREASES] But Annabelle…? Nothing. [STATIC FADES] Hm. MARTIN: W–well, I’ll… I’ll ask her, next time she calls. ARCHIVIST: Well, I know that’s a bad idea…!

(MAG166) MARTIN: For god’s sake…! [WIPING HIS HANDS] [NOKIA RINGTONE, CLEARER] [MUFFLED BUZZING] [BAG JOSTLING] [BEEP] MARTIN: Hello? ANNABELLE: Hello? Is that Martin? MARTIN: Don’t do that. ANNABELLE: What? No stomach for games? MARTIN: Well, your “games” aren’t exactly fun for everyone, are they? ANNABELLE: Very few games are…! MARTIN: [SIGH] Look, look, look, I’m talking to Annabelle Cane, right? ANNABELLE: You never gave me your name – so why should I offer mine? MARTIN: Just, what do you want? ANNABELLE: I want to help you, of course. [SILENCE] MARTIN: … No. Thank you.

(MAG167) [STATIC RISES] ARCHIVIST: Help us with what? MARTIN: ‘xcuse me? ARCHIVIST: Annabelle, help us with “what”? Our–our, our journey, killing Elias, vanishing the Entities – what? [FOOTSTEPS STOP] MARTIN: Please don’t do that. […] She offered to help, but she didn’t say what with; she… asked us where we were going. I didn’t tell her, but… [SNORT] it was pretty obvious she had a good idea. ARCHIVIST: Did you… feel like she was… influencing your mind at all? MARTIN: I don’t think so, but I mean… who knows? ARCHIVIST: I could. MARTIN: But look. She didn’t control me into asking you not to look into my head, if that’s what you’re thinking. That’s all me.

(MAG181) ANNABELLE: Perhaps I just value my privacy. MARTIN: Fine, fine! Why did you call me before? ANNABELLE: Perhaps I thought you could use a friendly voice…! MARTIN: “Friendly”!? You told me Jon didn’t need me! ANNABELLE: Objectively true. MARTIN: [AGGRAVATED SIGH] ANNABELLE: And more importantly, perhaps I thought you might need a little bit of righteous indignation to help you power through the next steps. MARTIN: … I, I don’t like being manipulated. ANNABELLE: Then we probably aren’t going to be friends. […] Don’t worry, Martin. We’ll meet again. Hopefully when you’re feeling a little bit more… open-minded…! MARTIN: I wouldn’t count on it. ANNABELLE: I would. MARTIN: [SIGH] ARCHIVIST: That’s the trouble with old houses, I suppose. Full of spiders. ANNABELLE: You boys better take care of yourselves. I’m sure we’ll see each other again very soon. Here! Why don’t I show you out?

My questions are still: why Martin, and why didn’t she make her offer when Jon&Martin were at Upton House? Regarding the latter: Annabelle had implied that she was waiting for Martin to be in better dispositions (“open-minded”), which wasn’t the case at Upton House. During their previous exchanges, Martin was wary and antagonising towards her, but something kind of changed with this episode: Jon just insisted that they should consider the idea that Jon would sacrifice himself, which was the scenario Martin felt strongly against, and as Jon pointed out… there are now lacking other options.

(MAG186) MARTIN: So. This price. What do you think? Are we going to have to kill Jon? ALSO MARTIN: … I don’t know, because you don’t know. But… it seems like something we should at least consider. MARTIN: … I… have thought about it, and… I won’t. I, I don’t think I could…! ALSO MARTIN: Mmhmm. MARTIN: But anything else? Any other price? I’ll pay it. ALSO MARTIN: Even dying? MARTIN: Yeah! ALSO MARTIN: Jon’s as bad as we are. He wouldn’t let it happen. MARTIN: It’s not his decision. ALSO MARTIN: Fine. So flip that round, then. What are you going to do when he tries to sacrifice himself, because you know he’s going to try? MARTIN: I don’t know all right? [SIGH] I don’t know.

(MAG191) ARCHIVIST: Martin, when the time comes, I need you to promise me that you won’t try to stop me. MARTIN: … I promise. I love you, Jon. ARCHIVIST: [FOND HUFF] I love you too. MARTIN: But I’m not going to doom the world over it. ARCHIVIST: … Thank you. MARTIN: [INHALE] And you have to promise me that you’re going to do everything in your power to live. That you’re not going to… sacrifice yourself at the first opportunity, just because you feel guilty about what happened. ARCHIVIST: [BREATH] … I promise.

(MAG194) ARCHIVIST: [QUIETLY] It… it might be our only option. MARTIN: [VEHEMENTLY] What are you talking about?! How, how is it an “option”? Okay, setting aside the fact that it’s a suicidal idea, it’s just completely stupid! What actual good would it do? Right now, as far as I can see, we’d just be… swapping one self-important, floating, hollowed-out terror zombie for another! ARCHIVIST: It’s not like that! MARTIN: Really? Then please, enlighten me. Go on, I’m all ears! ARCHIVIST: Look. Right, when I said that I would “replace” Jonah in there, that’s not… I m– … That place, the centre of The Eye, i–it’s… it wasn’t made for him. That’s why he’s like that, it’s too much, it’s overwhelmed him, his whole being just destroyed…! MARTIN: Oh yeah? But let me guess, it was made for you? ARCHIVIST: Yes! MARTIN: [PETULANTLY] Of course it is! Of course, it is! Because how could this journey possibly end with anything less than the final, supreme destiny of the Archivist, plugged into the great fear machine for all eternity and, and abandoning humanity. Breaking his promise…! […] ARCHIVIST: … Martin… MARTIN: We’re here to stop this, not… not take it over…! [SILENCE BUT FOR THE DISTANT DRONE NOISES] ARCHIVIST: What other choice do we have? MARTIN: I–I don’t know, all right! I d–, but there is one. Because there has to be. ARCHIVIST: But what if there isn’t? How long are we going to wander around hopelessly searching before we end up back here anyway? MARTIN: You were the one that wanted to take some time to think things over…! ARCHIVIST: We can’t just dismiss this. It might be our only option. [SILENCE SAVE FOR THE TOWER NOISES] MARTIN: … No. ARCHIVIST: No? MARTIN: No! I forbid it.

Martin’s initial declaration was precisely that he would refuse to kill Jon, which is not the exact same thing that he made Jon promise when they were resting in the tunnels – that Jon would actively try to find another way than sacrificing himself, and wouldn’t do it out of guilt. Martin also told Jon that he wouldn’t “doom the world” over his love for him, but… deciding this in quiet circumstances is yet again different from being directly confronted by the possibility. So, in any case: Jon&Martin had begun their journey with the intention of confronting Elias (MAG162: “Do you think it’ll do anything? Confronting Elias?” “I… Maybe?” “No, I’m serious. Do we… Is there a chance that we can undo this?” “Gertrude didn’t think so.” “… Right.” “But she’s dead. Let’s find out for ourselves.”), they did reach Elias but discovered that a “confrontation” was impossible anyway, that it might even have been Beholding trying to lure Jon here to take Elias’s place, they don’t have any more info, they’re lacking options and the only potential “solution” presented by Jon isn’t, as Martin pointed out, really one. That’s not utter desperation yet, but still dire enough to understand that Martin would finally be in ~better dispositions~ to hear Annabelle out, even if he’s probably planning to backstab like with Elias and Peter (while knowing that Annabelle knows that he knows that she knows that he knows that she knows… that he doesn’t trust her and will seek any opportunity to neutralise her).

But still, why Martin and not Jon…? Annabelle tried to contact him at the beginning of season 5, and once again addressed him when they left Upton House. Martin had also reacted strangely inside of The Web’s domain:

(MAG172) MARTIN: … Sorry. You were starting another and, I didn’t want to wait. We should get going. ARCHIVIST: Y–you were listening, I… I–I–I thought that you– MARTIN: No, I… Not for most of it. I just thought I heard… something. Whatever. I went exploring, all right? I don’t know why; I shouldn’t have. ARCHIVIST: No, you–you shouldn’t have! […] MARTIN: Can we just go, please? ARCHIVIST: Of course, but… You were safe here. And after everything that’s already happened, I… I–I just don’t understand why you would– MARTIN: [SHAKEY] Me neither, okay! ARCHIVIST: What? MARTIN: I mean, that’s it, isn’t it?! I don’t know! I don’t know why I went exploring! ARCHIVIST: Are you saying you were… compelled? MARTIN: I’m saying I don’t know, do I? I thought I was just curious, it felt like curiosity, but… given where we are, and with The Web everywhere, and Annabelle Cane still out there playing mind games with payphones, I just… [SIGH] I mean, how do you even know if it’s your motivation, you know? Being here… [SIGH] I–it just makes me second-guess all of it, and I… I don’t like it, it… really scares me.

Why does Annabelle and/or The Web seek Martin first and foremost, and not Jon…? Is it only to use Martin as bait to get to Jon, as Jon mentioned, since direct contacts would be more likely to go very badly (he was aware that Annabelle had only decided to show herself when she had the guarantee that Jon wouldn’t be able to use his powers on her, in MAG181: “Look. I–it’s no accident we finally meet face-to-face in the one place I–I can’t get any answers out of her.” “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean…!”), or is it about something inherent to Martin…?

It’s very funny, in a horrible way, because alongside a long list of parallels with the end of season 4 (Jon panicking because a reccurring avatar linked to another Fear has taken Martin in a place that is still a mystery to Jon), we’re also back to the same questions we had back then – why did Peter need Martin specifically? It turned out that he needed him as a dual Lonely/Eye candidate to take control of the Panopticon, which would allow him to win his bet against Elias, Martin’s final decision of whether or not he would take Jonah’s place deciding of the outcome. Does Annabelle need him as a Lonely/Eye avatar? As someone who could also dip his toes in with The Web? As Jon’s anchor?

- There is the question of why Martin followed her, and whether he did so “willingly”… given that we know how The Web interacts with free will:

(MAG056, Trevor Herbert) “she locked eyes with me. The weirdest sensation began to flow through me; I wanted to leave. It wasn’t like with a vampire, where I would feel like I’d been spoken to. This was just a sudden awareness of my own desire. I’d been sober for three years at that point, but I felt like I desperately wanted to get high, and I knew that the best place to get some was out in the night. Looking back, I think it might have been my own mind rationalising the way I felt my will being tugged out of the room, but it was still very powerful. If I hadn’t had a lifetime’s experience of identifying and fighting off the effect of the vampire’s gaze, I probably would have done it, too.”

(MAG059, Ronald Sinclair) “There was something about living there, though, that… dulled the urge. My memories of a lot of my time there are, well… not exactly foggy, but feel almost like I’m watching someone else’s memories. I remember that it sometimes felt like I do things without actually deciding to do them, like it was just muscle memory moving me, or a string gently guiding me. It was never bad, or dangerous stuff, just… things I wouldn’t normally have done, like brushing my teeth. […] Then, without warning, I wasn’t waiting anymore. I had turned around, put down my suitcase, and started walking back towards Raymond Fielding’s house. I didn’t want to go back. I had no reason to go back, but I had apparently decided to anyway, because I knew that’s where I was going. After two and a half years, I was rather used to this feeling, but there was something else there, this time, something in the back of my mind – a frantic scuttling terror. It didn’t do any good, though. I was returning to Hill Top Road, no matter what I might feel about it. Choices didn’t even come into it. The door was unlocked when I returned, and the house was quiet. My eyes darted around looking for anyone who might be able to tell me what was going on, why the fine threads that pulled me through my life had dragged me back here, but I was alone.”

(MAG081) ARCHIVIST: “MR. SPIDER WANTS ANOTHER GUEST FOR DINNER” it reads, “IT IS POLITE TO KNOCK”. I feel my hand closing into a fist and reaching for the door, preparing to rap my knuckles on the grimy old wood. It was at that moment that a hand far bigger than my own slapped the book from my grip, before shoving me hard in the chest and sending me sprawling onto the floor. I was in the park a few roads away from my house. Had I taken the book there to read? Or did I somehow wander there while engrossed in it. To this day I don’t know, but I was in the park, and standing over me was… you know for the life of me I can’t remember his name. […] But as he did so, he flicked through it, and as his eyes passed over more and more of the page, the words tailed off, and he seemed to be reading it himself. His hands shook ever so slightly as he slowly made his way through it, and his legs began to move. It was jerky and unsteady, and he didn’t seem to notice that he was doing it.

(MAG110, Alexia Crawley) “According to Dexter, Kumo was an old tokusatsu movie which, he believed, had come out sometime in the mid-to-late sixties. It was about a Spider – just the one, despite the title – that grew to a colossal size and terrorised a small unnamed island off the coast of Kagoshima. What struck him about it, though, was the utter absence of anything resembling a hero or a protagonist. No one fought against the monster, and although there were vignettes in the lives of those under the Spider’s shadow, they all ended the exact same way – with the character in question marching slowly, and calmly, into its waiting jaws.”

(MAG123, Angie Santos) “She just mumbled something about custom requirements, and told Greg to drink his latte. Which he did, so he tells me, though… he can’t stand milk in his coffee. […] I haven’t given the name of this mystery client because to be honest, Greg’s never told me. I’ve asked him plenty of times, but whenever I do, he gives me this… surprised look, insists he’s told me before, and then immediately forgets and changes the subject.”

(MAG136, Alison Killala) “I was about to ask her to wait while I checked with him but as I started to speak, she turned her head, revealing a mass of white thread, criss-crossing all over the side of her temple, standing starkly against the dark brown of her skin. She told me to sit down. And I did. I heard the levers and pulleys move behind me and I could tell that Neil was being walked down the corridor towards this woman… but I couldn’t see. I couldn’t turn my head. […] He called her “Annabelle”, and she sent me to his screening room. She told me I was to watch his original cuts – “Just until we’re all done here,” she said. And as I walked away from Neil, the last time I saw him alive… he was dancing. The cables shifting, and moving him in a graceful, sweeping ballet. And he was crying with joy. I don’t know how long I was watching those films. They don’t… It was hard to keep track of time. According to my daughter, I was missing for five months. When Annabelle let me out, Neil was dead. […] She told me to take the films. His… “original cuts”. She told me to come here. She told me to give them to you. I resisted for some time, but I’m done now. She’s won. And I’d… very much like to go home.”

I’m ready to write off a lot of Annabelle’s statement as things she said to mess with Jon on purpose (it worked.), but we nonetheless got a few demonstrations of Web agents or items being able to make people do things they didn’t necessarily want or that were actively harmful to them, and Annabelle in particular does have those powers according to the statements, so… there are various hypotheses regarding Martin following her:

* No choice at all, just like the kids at Ray’s house – he might be aware of what he’s doing but can’t do anything about it.

* More subtle manipulation along the lines of: he thinks he’s choosing to go, but the Spider is inside his head anyway, so he’s not aware of his own lack of decision on the matter. (Annabelle highlighted that this conception of The Web was a bit of a rabbit hole, since how does one know that their actions are not influenced by anything or anyone, at which point do internal mechanisms stop being just “our” decision? But we got Trevor highlighting what had happened to him, that he could feel that something was pulling strings.)

* Ugly blackmail: there were survivors in the tunnels, Celia was even around (since she saw them), so could have been a case of threatening to harm them if Martin didn’t follow her?

* Nothing supernatural, just the mundane manipulation of Annabelle offering her “help” to Martin when he’s lacking options. As mentioned above, I feel like after the beginning of the episode, Martin would have enough reasons to cling to any new possibility, even if it’s coming from someone he loathes, in case it could lead to a better alternative than Jon’s current one? With Martin thinking/hoping that he could outsmart her in the end?

- Another question is then why Annabelle went to fetch Martin when Jon wasn’t around, and why Martin agreed to leave without Jon…

* It’s interesting that Martin’s departure was still seen by someone, Celia, who could report to Jon. It wasn’t as sneaky as it could have been – so it sounds a bit intentional as a message (making sure that Jon would know that Martin left, and with whom).

* Regarding Martin’s choice: as far as urgency goes, the fact that he left for what-used-to-be Oxford has the added benefit of ensuring that Jon won’t fall into Beholding’s embrace at the top of the tower, because Jon would obviously follow Martin.

* … Timing-wise, it’s extremely interesting that Annabelle apparently went to get Martin while Jon was giving a statement outside. The tunnels are mostly insulated from The Eye (hence Jon mentioning he had trouble seeing and knowing) but it’s not a perfect protection – Jon pointed out that his condition there wasn’t as bad as at Upton house, and we could still hear static when he tried to use his powers while there had been truly nothing at Upton House. Did Annabelle need to sneak in and out when something else was focusing on Jon and wouldn’t notice her? Is it about Beholding? Is it about the tape recorder while it was focusing on Jon?)

* Relatedly: interesting that no tape recorder caught Martin’s departure. We know they’re not affected by the camera, so… is it because they’re Web/Annabelle and didn’t need that information when doing something, is it that they can only focus on one thing at a time, is it because Martin’s privacy mattered in that moment…?

- Once again, What Does The Spider Want but some things I like to keep in mind: we tend to equate “Annabelle” to “The Web”, which is not necessarily true. Jon’s description of Beholding artefacts and their level of consciousness was quite interesting in that regard:

(MAG194) ARCHIVIST: … Why am I even talking to you? You don’t even have a mind, not really. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Something to be your focus, your will. Keeping you fed, and placated and content!

The Fears, as themselves, are mostly drawn to being fed: is Annabelle really working to keep The Web fed, or are her intentions different? We’ve met various people who were actively hating their patron and going against it – Archival assistants, Gertrude, Jon, even Jonah postured as using Beholding for his own gains rather than truly worshipping it like other avatars. They were all Beholding folks, plus the ambiguous case of Agnes (who may have truly hoped that she would be able to carry out the cult’s ritual… or may have sabotaged the Lightless Flame by pretending that they had to wait for her and may have been actually fine with her daily life), who was bound to Gertrude and could also have been influenced by Beholding through that link (Agnes was described as staring a lot in the café, while Gertrude began to mostly use fire and explosives during her operations).

Is Annabelle absolutely in synch with her patron and working for its supremacy in yet another form (taking Beholding’s place at the top of the pyramid?), or could it turn out that she is in the same sort of situation as Jon, resentful towards the Fear that transformed her and made her rely on hurting others to thrive…?

We know that Annabelle hurt people, or was involved in things that ended up hurting people – the participants in the experiments leading to her creation have disappeared since then, the website Annabelle had commissioned led to a few people’s deaths (the Chelicerae’s website developer disappeared, we know that people had tried to contact him to apologise because they were suffering from the consequences, we know of at least one person who was turned into a spider husk, and Carlos Vittery died of spider and his name was in the website code), that Neil Lagorio died when she was in his home… but I still wonder. The whole Neil Lagorio statement had felt to me like, in the background, an older generation was passing down their knowledge to a younger one and/or that the younger one had come to grant their last wish (dancing). Was it a similar “mercy-kill” as what Salesa hoped for, or was it something else…? Was it even truly a mercy-kill in Salesa’s case? I can’t help but remember the differences between Salesa, who decided to stay in his safe protected bubble rather than actively helping, and Georgie&Melanie, who took the active decision to provide help, even in feeble measure… and who were there, sleeping and absolutely vulnerable. Annabelle had the capacity to be way more lethal than what she actually did, so I’m still at a loss about her intentions – on the one hand, it feels like she might have actively helped to get Jon marked, on the other hand… what she personally get from the apocalypse, how is it a mean to an end? Is it to strengthen The Web? Is it to destroy the Fears?

(- Another thing is that… it would have been easy for Annabelle to just kill off one of the survivors in the tunnels, if her intention was to take Martin with her and/or make Jon panic? We know that Helen had tried to grab Celia – the tunnels are not an absolute protection. But she didn’t.)

- Same thing with Hill Top Road as with Annabelle: we knew she would try to do something, the question was “when”, and in the same way, we knew Hill Top Road was coming – the season 4 Q&A had mentioned that we weren’t done with it, and MAG147 had felt like Annabelle was sending the signal that it was narratively too early for Jon to go there. Well, another question was also whether we would hear the whole story about it there, or through something left in the Panopticon/the Archives.

I still wonder if the Web domain near Helen’s hotel was Hill Top Road?

(MAG187) [STATIC INCREASES] HELEN: … Or you could just stand there glowering, that’s fine too. ARCHIVIST: I’m trying to know if there’s another route I can take. HELEN: And? [STATIC DECREASES] ARCHIVIST: Turns out there is, actually. But it is rather full of spiders.

Helen had lurked around HTR and tried to lure people inside to learn about it, so it would have been fitting for her to have taken roots nearby?

Regarding HTR: we’ve had many indications that time&space were wobbly concepts there even before the Change:

(MAG008, Ivo Lensik) “It must have been 8 or 9 in the evening, as it had been dark for a couple of hours. I was working on the ground floor wiring when I heard a knock at the front door. […] I opened the door to see an unassuming man in a tan coat. He was quite young, white, maybe mid-twenties, clean-shaven with shaggy, chestnut brown hair. His coat was quite an old cut; it seemed to me he looked like something out of an old Polaroid. He said his name was Raymond Fielding and that he owned the house. As he spoke, I felt my grip on the hammer tightening although I have no idea why. I asked him if he had any ID or documents and he handed over to me what seemed, as far as I could tell, to be the deed to the house, as well as the land beneath, and did indeed list a man named Raymond Fielding as the owner. So I let him in. […] After a minute or two, I became conscious of a sharp, unpleasant smell. I thought maybe I had wired something up wrong, but no, it smelled like burning human hair. I looked over to where Raymond had been standing but he was gone. Where he had been there was just a patch of scorched wooden floor, still apparently smouldering and giving off that dreadful stink. […] Even so, there were occasional moments when I would find myself the only one working in a room, or when silence fell across the building. And then I would smell it again, that whiff of burnt hair, or catch a glimpse of brown pigtails disappearing around a corner.” […] ARCHIVIST: Two families have lived in the house since this statement was originally made but no further manifestations have been reported on Hill Top Road.

(MAG114, Anya Villette) “Obviously it was my decision. I remember the little handle was warm. I don’t know if that’s just my memory playing tricks on me, but I do remember that. It opened to reveal stairs going down into a basement. Nobody had mentioned a basement. Not when they gave me the job, not on the floor plan they’d given me; I’d had absolutely no idea it was there. […] But now… everything’s wrong. I went to clean that house on April the 23rd 2009 which, according to all of you, is tomorrow. But it can’t be. That was two weeks ago.”

(MAG147) MELANIE: When did you say they finished rebuilding? ARCHIVIST: 2008? MELANIE: Hm! ARCHIVIST: Doesn’t look like anyone ever… moved in, though. BASIRA: So this is… ten years of cobwebs? DAISY: More than that. [FOOTSTEPS] MELANIE: [INHALE] No, I’m sure this is just the normal number of webs that grow up organically…! […] DAISY: Clear. [DOOR CLOSES] Looks like nothing downstairs. BASIRA: You wanna… take a moment, before we head up? ARCHIVIST: What about the basement? DAISY: Can’t see one. ARCHIVIST: Huh…

Ivo had seen Raymond Fielding and glimpses of kid!Agnes, there is the question of what happened with Anya, there is the question of whether or not the house had been occupied for the last few years, there is the question of whether or not there was actually a basement in the new house that was built there (and whether it’s the same basement Ray used to take the kids to become spiders eggs sacks once they were legally leaving his house). There is the overall question of what happened at Hill Top Road between Agnes and Raymond, leaving the place ~scarred~:

(MAG139, Eugene Vanderstock) “I was… not one of those assigned to watch our chosen one, so I can’t say much about exactly what happened within the walls of that house. But it seems the fight scarred the place in a way far deeper than simple fire. A scar in reality, that I believe has since been compounded by the interferences of other powers. Regardless, the effect it had on Agnes was unanticipated. As far as we could tell, she had destroyed the place utterly. And yet, she remained bound to it, tied to it in some vital way.”

(MAG146) HELEN: There is… something wrong, with Hill Top Road. You know it as well as I do. Some strange “scar in reality” at the centre of… whatever it is the Spider is spinning. When young mister McKenzie passed, it seemed like a good opportunity for an experiment. To see what would happen if I… lured him inside. But it seems I just don’t have The Web’s gift for… manipulation, or persuasion.

*whispers* I know that the popular theory is that HTR leads to a parallel universe, usually citing Anya’s experience, but I’m really not convinced – her whole statement still sounds like textbook Spiral to me, confusing her sense of time and space…? (Down to her name, “Anya Villette”, which sounds like a distortion of “Anne/Annie/Anna Willett (/Kasuma)”, the nurse who had told the HTR story to Father Burroughs in season 1). At the same time, back in season 4 I was seeing the hints and clues regarding Elias potentially being Jonah Magnus body-hopping and I wasn’t really “feeling” it either, and look at what was revealed at the end of that season, so who knows.

- Anyway!! I love that yep, it feels like the Panostitute is partially “done” for now (we won’t hear more information from there) so the last big scene is at HTR, which had been relevant for a looong while (since MAG008, and historically, from Gertrude’s time), whether we go back to the Panostitute at the end or not.

HTR was already weird before the Change (there was constant static in the background when the group visited it in MAG147, it was spooky), I wonder how it will look now… and we might get the Agnes statement I’ve been hoping for, whether through Jon (like he did with Gertrude in MAG167), or from Annabelle, or from a tape, or from a ghost of her…? Or a statement from the house itself, in situ from Jon?

- I wonder whether Georgie and Melanie (or one of them) will go with Jon to Hill Top Road? The people they rescued might be a reason for them to stay behind: they’re partially protected in the tunnels, but we know that Helen had visited them and had tried to get Celia, and there are the old Archivists near the stairs. Melanie&Georgie still offer an additional protection. Melanie had also pointed out that their protection didn’t work for long for other people outside (MAG190: “And… that’s when we discovered that we can keep others hidden as well. Not completely, and, and, not for long, but… it’s enough to get them here to the tunnels.”), so it won’t be a case of the whole group (Jon, Melanie, Georgie, the seven survivors) striding off together to Hill Top Road. So I don’t know if one of them will leave with Jon, or both (despite what it would mean for the survivors), or if precisely, the fact they have to protect the others in the tunnels will be a reason for them to stay behind and not go with Jon…?

(The situation is already very reminiscent of the end of season 4 with some changes in that previous narrative: unlike MAG157, Georgie&Melanie are currently helping Jon. They don’t need to come along with him to get Martin back for us to already feel that they’re helping.)

- I wonder if Jon will have to knock to enter Hill Top Road again. Someone whisked away inside of it and, contrary to the incident from his childhood… Jon having to go through that door, too, this time (“MR. SPIDER WANTS ANOTHER GUEST FOR DINNER. IT IS POLITE TO KNOCK”).

(One of my favourite details of early seasons is how people who knew Jon and expected him to be in his office… never knocked on his door, as if they knew that it made him uneasy. And season 5 had begun, in the trailer, with a “Knock Knock” joke…)

- List of stuff that is still left hanging:

* Jon’s lighter, which was mentioned for the last time at the end of MAG162 (when Martin pointed out that Jon still had it). Funny thing: next episode is MAG195, 35th episode of the season… and Breekon&Hope had delivered the table and the package at the end of MAG035. Jon opened the package at the end of MAG036, interrogated Martin about it in MAG037. So MAG196/MAG197 for when the nature of the lighter will finally be revealed (what it might have done to Jon, what is its purpose, who sent it in Jon’s way, if someone owned it before him)?

(* Since Jon is likely to leave London quite fast too: it seems nothing ominous after all was to happen involving the gas main in the tunnels, which had been brought up by Leitner&Gertrude’s tape in MAG162? I’m still uneasy about its existence and the fact that it had been moved down there for maximum destruction.)

* What Are The Tape Recorders – is someone listening through them, is someone curating what we hear of this story, is someone/something making them appear, etc.

* Annabelle’s and/or The Web’s intentions.

* Relatedly: what the camera might be used for? It’s possible that Annabelle only needed it to not be perceived by Beholding, but it’s also possible that she mostly needed to put it in a certain place – how will it interact with Hill Top Road? Will it ban the Fears from the house, thus making it… absolutely normal, deprived of any influence?

* What the fuck happened in Hill Top Road and what is the place like nowadays.

* Basira’s whereabouts? She was on her way to London. Will she join up with Jon before he leaves the tunnels or on his way to Hill Top Road? Will they miss each other? Will Annabelle orientate her towards Hill Top Road or has she already snatched her up too before Martin…?

Only six episodes to go…

At this point in time in previous seasons: Dr. Elliott was giving his statement about the anatomy students and pointing out to Jon that they had a worm infestation going on in the building; Jon was wondering what Michael got from his victims, and had discovered that someone was living in the tunnels and sometimes going up in the Archives; Jon read Anya’s statement, still had no clue about Hill Top Road, and finally got to talk with Tim, allowing them to find common ground; Jon had fought against Beholding’s pull, managing to find Eric’s tape, learning how to quit the Archives, and had immediately rushed to Martin to offer him to gouge their eyes out together to flee the Institute. As I mentioned, MAG194 reaally reminded me of MAG154 in some aspects, mainly around Jon and Martin’s argument ;w;

MAG195’s title is just PLAIN RUDE. It puts the Martin&Jon and Agnes&Gertrude bonds into my mind, or more precisely, well, the concept that those bonds got ruptured. Could also refer to Basira-without-Daisy, though she seemed to be doing more or less fine…? I’m not sure we’ll get to Hill Top Road directly, this episode might be a “regular” domain before it is reached; the title could work well for a Lonely or Vast domain? And Jon’s current, uh, state of mind…?

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