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Summary: A old friend of Austin's and a little green eyed monster decide to fourth wheel on a date. Contents: Mild Angst. Jealous reader. Fluffy ending. Mentions and allusions to sex. A/N: Hello my lovelies and those of us still here lol. I've missed you and I hope you enjoy this installment of DOOL.

Paring: Austin Butler x Black Reader

P.S Everyone feel free to comment, send more prompts, and reblog! Much Love *hugs* Tags: @purejasmine, @wacoshuffle, @lousiejoy86

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“ You do know that it's my turn to pick the movie tonight, right? “ Austin reminded and took a sip of his coffee while walking along the sidewalk.

Face frowning you said, “ Are you sure? Because I’m almost positive that it was your turn last? Didn’t we watch some Chris Nolan movie? I think the new one with Denzel Washington’s son, right?” You recall, looking around at the rest of the people passing by.

Austin’s lips upturned in amusement, “ Nope. That was the time before, baby. And, yes, the movie was called Tenet. You’d remember that had you not fallen asleep the first twenty minutes of the movie and made me watch it by myself.”

Blushing at the way he called you out, you attempted to defend yourself, “ First off, I didn’t remember the name of it because, I just simply didn’t remember the name of it. “ You sassed making Austin laugh.

“ And second, it wasn’t like I fell asleep on purpose. I was TIRED. “ You threw up the hand that was holding your chai tea, “ Plus, as I recall, buddy. The reason I was so tired that night in the first place was because YOU decided to break my back in like a glowstick prior to the movie! And then had the audacity to expect me to stay awake. PSSH.” You blew air.

By now Austin was laughing and blushing at your comeback while remembering all too well how he had bent you over the arm of your living room couch the moment he’d walked in, and did in-fact break your back in like a glowstick.

“ Okay, Alright. I..guess…that time was understandable because I did wear your little ass out beforehand.” He said, making you roll your eyes at his cocky nature, “ BUT! What’s your excuse for all the other times you’ve fallen asleep on my movies, because I don’t always put it on you before we watch them.” He fired out.

Grinning because you knew he’d sorta had gotten you caught now, you resorted to doing the only thing you could think of to shift the heat away from you, “ So, are you going to attempt to crack my back in before the movie tonight, or will you give me a fighting chance to stay awake? ” You flirted and purposely batted your eyelashes at him.

Feeling apart of him jump at your question, Austin remained cool with his answer shrugging, “ Don’t know. It’ll depend on how I feel after seeing you bent over and twisted up after this yoga class.” He responded, shooting you a look. “ Plus don’t try and change the subject, baby. I’m picking.”

Heat began to pool at the surface of your cheeks, but they soon cooled down at the reminder of what you were about to do. Adjusting the mat stuck under your side you asked, “ Speaking of this yoga class, how intense is this about to be? Cause I’m rusty.“

Squeezing your hand in reassurance he brought it up to place a kiss to it, “ I signed us up for the intermediate, babe. So it’s just standard. I know you said you’d taken a couple of classes with Alex. So I thought starting at the normal pace would be good, okay.” He looked at your face and saw a little bit of the worry fade, but he still knew you wouldn’t be 100% sure until you actually got in the class and saw for yourself.

“ You just gotta trust me, babe. It’ll be okay. Okay? “

Hesitant, you nodded, “ Okay.”

“ Yeah? “ He smiled, infecting you with his excitement when you could feel a mirroring one appear on your face.

“ Yeah, Okay.”

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Once inside the yoga studio, Austin walked you around a little bit, giving you a mini tour and pointing out little things of interest.

This particular yoga studio was one he’d been coming to for a long time since he’d moved to LA.

Looking around you tried your hardest to pay attention to the things your boyfriend was referring to when it came to the interior and the history behind certain figurines and patterns splashed against the wall. But, instead you unfortunately focused on gazing at the other women who too moved throughout the place.

Most of them were slimmer than you and were proudly showing off their yoga and pilates acquired abs by wearing super tight, expensive and shapely athleisure wear. Their pony tails wagged in the wind or claw clips bounced as they walked. All in all the majority of them looked like they either frequented the place or were naturally accustomed to climates like this.

Unlike you, who felt like the sore thumb that was sticking out with your mini twists in a bun, black loose fitting Aaliyah shirt, black- white trimmed sweatpants, and a decent pair of older running NIKEs you forgot you’d had.

Too busy caught up playing the comparison game, you were pulled away by the voice of Austin repeatedly alerting you that you’d reached your designated room.

Entering, you took in the aura of the dimmed room of people, the smell of sandalwood wafting in the air, the cool chill of the perfectly air conditioned space.. Most of all though, you took in the way that one particular girl was eyeing you up and down as you let Austin lead to a spot in the middle left of the room.

Still hand and hand Austin guided you to where your reserved spot was while you continued to hold eye contact with the girl ever so often.

Stopping, Austin motioned to the floor with a smile and you dropped your mat to the floor.

The both of you crouched down next to each other, and you noticed how at ease the movement was for your boyfriend. All the recent training for Elvis had proven to make him quite flexible and mobile.

And you decided to tease him about it, “ Got them Megan Knees, babe. I see how fast you dropped it low. Real hot boy shit.”

Bashful and laughing at your antics, Austin playfully swatted at you, “ Shut it, and pay attention, you goof.”

He hadn’t even gotten a chance to help you unroll your mat properly before a voice could be heard from behind you two.

“ Austin? Austin Bulter? Is that you?” It questioned.

Standing straight up and whirling around to see who it was, you were met with the woman who had in-fact been assessing you from across the room earlier when you’d arrived.

Up close now you could take her in better.

She was a petite woman with a sun kissed tan and thick black hair that spilled into a nice long ponytail. To the eye she looked to be nicely in shape and wore a black lulu lemon set that showed it off.

Freckles adored her face and it could be seen that she had an array of tattoos scattered across her skin. Including a black makeup brush on her index finger that she was currently using to point at your boyfriend.

“ I knew that was you.” She raved immediately going in for a hug. “ God! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you around. Where have you been? “

Austin looked to happily reciprocate the unexpected meeting by giving her a couple of pats on the back and pulling away with a somber smile.

“ Mack. What a surprise. Didn't expect to run into you here. You're back taking classes I see.” Austin noted. “ And I’ve been around. Working mostly and prepping for this new project. How about you? Staying busy? “

“ Oh man! That’s so dope. I had heard the news that you were playing King Creole himself but hadn’t gotten the chance to congratulate you. Don’t think I have your number anymore.

But after a client from the set of my new gig reminded me of this place I decided to give yoga another shot. Though I started at another studio but then once she mentioned this one, I remembered it from when we used to come here.” She explained motioning to the matching black mat in hand.

At the last statement you could feel your ears perk at the end part.

When we used to come here? As in her and Austin?

Then your mind quickly drifted off to another lingering question that made you feel a bit queasy.

Did they used to date?

Feeling a bit small in the moment you decided to sneakily put some distance between Austin and yourself and instead chose to wrap your arms around your torso as a way of grounding.

“ Yeahhhh…” Austin dragged, “ Wow that’s cool. Glad you're enjoying yourself. I know this wasn’t always your first choice of hobby. But I’m glad you're giving it another chance.” He nodded.

“ Me too.” Mack replied before focusing her attention directly to you, brightly smiling, “ And who might we have here? Someone else you're trying to convert to the dark arts of the zen life.“ She questioned.

Looking between you and Mack, Austin went to grab your hand that he thought would still be by his side, but slightly frowned to see your new position.

Quickly shaking it off he introduced you, “ I’m sorry. I’m being rude. Mack this is Y/N, my girlfriend. And Y/N this is Mack, an old friend of mine from when we worked on the same set a couple years back.”

Putting on a level smile you reached out your hand for her to shake and took note of the very firm grip she had and how hard she shook it.

“ Awe, that's so sweet. I like that name! Y/N, very different. Nice to meet you! I just know this guy is treating you well. He treats everyone well.” She informed while never getting rid of the grin on her face. “ You excited about the class? “

Noticing the little hint to her voice at one comment, you began to feel super uncomfortable.

Even still, you tried your best to fake a smile and continue being cordial, “ That he does And yes, I’m pretty excited.”

“ Good.” She nodded, “ I’m sure the saint here will teach you everything he knows. Awesome teacher.”

“ Yeah, I-uh do my best. Definitely no saint though.” Austin interjected and rallied small laughs from around the poorly formed triangle. “ Barely know what I’m doing half the time myself. Just kinda go with it.”

“ Could’ve fooled me.” Mack responded while looking at Austin with a tinge of something that anyone could have mistaken for flirting.

When you looked at Austin with slightly raised eyebrows you could tell he was trying his best to end the conversation here since he’d maybe picked up too on some of the hints Mack was throwing out, “Hmm, but uh..it was good seeing you Mack. I hate that we couldn't catch up longer but I think the class is about to start and I need to get this one all set up.” He pushed, moving to wrap an arm around you.

He felt how you were a little rigid against his touch, and right there he could tell you were upset.

“ That’s cool. Oh, you’ll love it, Y/N “ Mack paused and then motioned to the little open space next to Austin’s mat. ”Is anyone set up next to you guys? Mind if I join?”

Biting the inside of your cheek in agitation and looking to Austin with almost pleading eyes, you hoped to God he had an answer to give her in an attempt to make her go away.

Looking between you and her in indecision he went, “ Go for it.”

“ Sick.” She nodded, dropping her mat to the floor.

Looking on in disbelief, you weren’t sure if you should wait for an impractical joker to appear or keep going with the charade because you were almost positive you were about to be punked.

Watching as she giggled and laughed with your boyfriend while unrolling her ALO mat, you pretended to be invested in the practice of setting up your own mat and then pre-stretches. When really you were working overtime to contain the feelings of anxiety and jealousy pitting within your chest.

Austin had just finished laughing at something the woman said before he turned to you, “ You got it babe, do you need me to help you? “

Not bothering to make eye contact, you simply responded, “ I’m good. I got it.”

Hearing the very thin but still noticeable ice in your voice he moved to ask again, “ You sure. Because I c- ”

“ I said I got it. Austin. Thanks, though.” You turned to stretch out your leg.

Skeptical but not getting another chance to ask, a bell chimed throughout the room which you could only assume was the signal that class had begun.

Begrudgingly turning your attention to the instructor, you prepared yourself for the next hour and a half ahead of you.

And oh boy! What a hour and a half it was!

From Mack and Austin conversating beside you about memories and things from a time before you, to Mack whisper shouting over to you about certain positions she knew and how the class had changed, Austin each time politely nodding followed with a shush.

Still Mack also formed a habit of engaging in giving you “ friendly critiquing “ .

“ Oh honey is that as far as you can go. You need to be a little lower than that for this one.”

“ That looks good, Y/N. Maybe just try easing into the next pose a little lighter.”

“ Good form. Just remember to keep that tummy pushed in.”

“ Awe Aus. She is such a newbie. So cute.”

With these statements each time you had to remind yourself that, 1) This was supposed to be peaceful and if you blocked her out, maybe you could find some zen. And 2) You had to remember that this seemed like something important to Aus for you to try. So you were. Trying.

Trying to not collect your things and sashay out of the building to the closest Shake Shack in range, you continued to muddle through the rest of the class and let your loose running thoughts consume you.

By the end of the class after enduring the awkwardness of Mack mixed with the feeling of frustration and embarrassment at not being able to stick some of the poses.

You could tell you were about to leave feeling more wired than when you came in.

As everyone began wrapping up their mats and Mack had begun chitter chatting away to a clearly annoyed Austin, you took it as an opportunity to quickly gather your things and usher yourself out the room by swiftly telling Austin that you were hot and needed some air so you’d meet him outside of the building.

He didn’t have a chance to protest or for Mack to say her goodbyes as you Sonic the Hedge Hog’d your way out of the room.

Upon painstakingly talking to Mack for all of twenty more minutes, Austin gathered his things and rushed out the studio to find you contently people watching on a bench.

Offering you a hand, with a smile you politely declined citing that your hands were dirty and clammy from the floor. And instead the two of you walked in silence all the way to Austin’s car.

“ So…” Austin attempted to speak over the sound of the radio’s hum, “ Were there any snacks that you might have wanted to pick up for tonight while we’re on the way?”

This was not only a peace offering to whatever was making you upset, but it was also a test to see just how upset you were.

Not bothering to turn your attention away from looking at the buildings and pedestrians passing by, you replied, “ I was actually thinking that maybe you could just drop me off at my place. I don’t think I feel that up to movie night anymore.”

Austin frowned, “ Why? Are you alright? Do I need to stop and grab some type of medicine or something? I mean I have everything at my place. You don’t have to go home.” He offered.

Still you didn’t budge, “ It’s fine. I’ll be okay at my place. We’ll have to see if we can do it another time, maybe.”

Austin sighed and realized then that it was something physically wrong, but rather mentally something was bothering you.

He could already guess what and recognize you were shutting down and pushing away.

“ Then I guess I’ll just be by my lonesome tonight. Me and a pack of gummy bears watching some sad sci-if.” Austin mentioned your favorite movie candy in hopes to garner some reaction.

And it did, just not the one he expected,

“ Well. Maybe you don’t have to be. I’m sure if you called Mack she’d be more than happy for the two of you to hang out and share your bag of animal shaped fruit.”

When Austin heard Mack’s name, your snarky comment about the gummy bear, and the tone of your statement, it revealed to him the key piece he needed to confirm his suspicions as to why the testy hermit next to him in the passenger seat had appeared.

Austin wasn’t dumb, nor was he completely oblivious.

He had noticed the way you’d shrunk away from him in the studio after Mack’s unexpected arrival, the quietness and apprehension you’d shown him at his attempts to help you in class, and especially the way you high tailed it out of the building the minute the bell chimed that class was over.

With all that concluded, he could confirm:

You were jealous and you were a bit upset.

Next he carefully thought over his word choice before he spoke, “ I’m pretty sure Mack can manage to find some type of night of fun on her own.” He said, “ Plus, it’s movie night. And you already know I don’t hang out with anyone or go anywhere on movie night unless it’s with you.”

You wouldn’t lie and say that a part of you wasn’t pleased to hear him say that, because you truly were. But even this set of reassuring words wasn’t enough to shake the feeling that Mack had been looking to Austin for much more than a nice conversation and brief trip down memory lane.

“ Well I just figured since you and her looked like you had a lot to talk about. Maybe you’d enjoy catching up and hanging out. Having some fun. For old times sake.” You quipped.

Austin looked at y and smiled then simply went, “ Nope. Not really.”

You still didn’t stray your eyes away from the scenery as a brief silent pause hung in the air before Austin spoke in an attempt to bite the bullet.

“ Honey…” he started,” Why don’t you just save us both the trouble and just go ahead and ask me what’s really on your mind. Hmm?”

You turned to him with wide eyes at the way he’d just effectively opened up the conversation. It was something you were still getting used to, how open he was with you.

Blinking a few seconds and looking at him nodding and beckoning you on, you asked,

“ Fine. Did you two used to be a thing? “

With the question he took a second to gather his thoughts, but with each passing millisecond it seemed to grind your teeth and twiddle your thumbs.

“ Sorta…” He finally answered.

Before you could voice for more information, he stuck up a hand to pre-silence you.

“ And by sorta I mean that when we met on set Mack was new to town and didn't really have any friends. Both her parents are deceased and she had just broken up with her partner.” He explained.

“ So once she became my makeup artist. We talked a little bit and she seemed nice. She was extremely chatty and wasn’t bad to talk to. “

“ I brought up how I was starting to go to yoga once and she then proceeded to invite herself to tag along. I never had the heart to tell her no.”

“ So you were just friends? Or was it like a relationship? A fling…..? “ You grasp for clarification.

“ More friendly than a fling. But It is true that we messed around a little during filming. It was only purely physical, though.” He answered honestly, “ I was fresh out of a relationship and didn’t really want anything too serious, Mackenzie was looking to have a little bit of fun too, so we’d do what we’d do after hours. But at all times we were aware that we weren’t serious. Our “ fling “ ended right around when filming did. We lost touch and today is the first time I’ve seen her since.”

You nodded, taking in all the information that you just had been given causing another awkward period of silence.

After a second you took a breath and replied, “ Well, good I’m glad you two used to have fun at least. Seemed like you two were at least really good friends to each other when needed. So…that’s good…I guess.” You doubled back a bit in thought. “ She seems…. special.”

Trying to conceal the smirk of his lips, Austin responded, “ I think that Mackeznie is special when it comes to doing movie makeup and sorts, yes..” Austin said, “ But aside from that I can say that our…situationship I guess wasn’t super deep or anything.”

“ I think at one point she wanted it to be special and more intimate but, like I said before, I wasn't really looking for that. And no matter how many attempts she made, I just didn’t want us to go outside the bounds of our agreement.” He furthered.

“ So, there were no romantic feelings involved? “

“ No.” Austin clarified, “ Not on my part. Maybe her at a time. And on a couple of instances she tried to spark something, but it never stuck.”

Hmmph.

“ And you never thought about it. Taking it to a more special place? Not even once? Even in passing? “ You questioned fully turning your body toward him now.

He didn’t hesitate, “ No. Not once or any of the other fifty times.”

“ As you could probably see, the girl also has a truly persistent spirit. “ He followed up.

“ Yea..” You responded.

With now knowing what you knew and reviewing the content, you concluded that you sounded ridiculous right now, but unfortunately it seemed like the little green eyed monster had overtaken you and you couldn’t help it.

You knew he was being honest with you. Especially for the simple fact that after all this time he’d never not been honest with you about anything you asked, so you were sure he wouldn’t now.

Clearing your throat a bit to hide how dry it’d gotten due to embarrassment, you said, “ Well thanks for being honest with me. And…” You sighed, “ I’m sorry for being a bit childish when I asked. It's not a sin to have a dating past and I’m surely not trying to crucify you for yours.”

Nodding while pulling into the parking lot of your apartment complex, Austin stopped the car and killed the engine before turning to look at you.

“As you like to say. First of all, you don’t have to thank me for being honest with you. I’ll always be honest with you, sweetheart. You gotta know that's a given.” He started looking you dead in the eyes.

“ And SECOND OFF.” He exaggerated as you both laughed, “ I wanna apologize for not being more direct with her earlier and not declining for her to intrude on our date. I didn’t mean to let that make you uncomfortable and I’m sorry you felt that way. I don’t ever want you to feel that way when we’re together.”.

Leaning over so he could cup your face in his hands, he brushed one of your mini twists that had fallen out of your bun away from your face,

“ With that being said, I wanna tell you that I love you. And that I’m really excited to be sharing a special place with you and only you.”

Stomach fluttering and heart rate taking off. You opted to unbuckle your seat to move over and climb into his lap. Wrapping your arms around him, you took a second to take in his face.

The pink of his lips and the way his little cupid’s bow curved.

The lightly scattered freckles along his cheek.

The blue of his eyes that swirled shades of cobalt and cerulean.

And the sparkle of his smile.

All together made your heart swell.

Cupping his cheeks in your hands, you lean down to place a tender kiss to his lips that he eagerly reciprocates, returning the caress to your neck and chin.

You relished in the feeling of intimacy and love further supplied by every touch of his hand and fleeting breath passing along your lips.

When you both pulled away, you exchanged a moment of unspoken words that said.

You’re special to me.

You both smiled and continued to hold each other, until you separated and you found yourself back in your seat with a gooey feeling warming the bottom of your belly.

“ Now, we that have that cleared up. Let’s go and see if anything is up there you need before we head to my place.” He grinned, “ Because, baby. You’re coming home with me.”

Your face lit up and the whole time all you could think was….how special of a man he was.

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☆ 2008 LAcon Jensen Solo

Official name: Creation Entertainment's SALUTE TO SUPERNATURAL (Jensen Ackles on stage) Location: Marriott Los Angeles Airport, Los Angeles, Cal Time: Sunday March 30, 2008, 12:00 PM-12:30 PM (GMT-7) Panelists: Jensen Ackles Last episode: 3x12 "Jus in Bello"- 2/21/2008 Next episode: 3x13 "Ghostfacers"- 4/24/2008

Question Index: 1- fav episode; 1x01, 2x20 2a- Side gigs; Guitarist, Singer🔮 2b- Craziest accomplishment 3- Future plays and acting aspirations 4a- 10 Inch Hero distribution 4b- Summer projects 5- Non-acting interests; guitar, golf 6a- 3x11; story location; Broward County, Florida 6b- most missed s3 character/actor; Jeffery Dean Morgan; Sterling Brown, Malik Whitfield 7a- Fan Request; Blue Steel impression 7b- 2x15; ACT ONE, INT. CRAWFORD HALL – NIGHT, (SAM POV); Caramels 8- 3x11; fav Dean death; worst Dean death 9- Character aspirations 🔮 10a- Dark Angel 2x11; Alec playing Chopin’s Etude in E; Jensen playing 10b- Future Dean singing 11- Phobias; 2x02, 2x11 12- Thoughts on DOOL FR1- Thoughts on Dean FR2- Closing

(video playlist/links and transcript below the cut)

(*if you notice any mistakes in the video transcripts or found more video or audio coverage of the con please point them out, thank you*👍)

Fan reports: [insomnia_geek] • [bardicvoice] • [sarah_p] (*warning: Fan reports as a source can't be fully verified unless video or audio of the con can confirm it. Be mindful not to take Fan Reports as the unquestionable and unbiased truth.*)

◘Jensen in LA: will he pursue a music career? by BabyBlueSteel◘ (0:33-3:15)

◘Jensen's entrance in LA Supernatural Con Q&A by IY◘ (0:28-1:50)

•(0:33 BBS, 0:28 IY) – Introduction

Jared leaves behind the curtains. Jensen puts down the photos, looks towards the curtains, then holds up his hand to the audience.

Jensen: Alright, he’s gone. It’s cool. (waves hand) (audience laughs) (sits down) You guys can (Jared makes a fart noise into his mic) all rel- (freezes)

Jared: (from behind the stage) Sorry, sorry, sorry. (audience laughs)

Jensen: (to audience straining) I’m sorry. (flaps his shirt) It’s an early morning. (?Breakfast sandwich?). (audience giggles)

How you doing? (audience cheers and screams) Alright, see you later. (mimics leaving) (audience laughs)

Audience member: Come back!

Jensen: I always do that.

◘Jensen by clockstopper◘

Umm, (looks up at the hanging vinyl posters to his left and points) wow we got, uh, Ugly (Jared’s). And, uh.. evil (Fredric’s). And, (turns to the other side) um, Chad (Chad’s). And, (creation assistant hands Jensen a water bottle) uhh, (nods) and there he is (Jensen’s). (audience laughs) Yeaah. Right on. (audience laughs)

◘Jensen LA SPN convention-17 Jensen Panel 01-04 by DW&DW◘

(tries to lay down his water bottle) Ohh, (but his chair is too high and has to stretch) Ughhh. Ahh. (finally succeeds then sits back up and laughs) I’m sorry this is.. really unprofessional.

Hi, how’s everybody doing? (chuckles) Uh, I know I just put my arm around (gestures) basically everyone in this room. (audience cheers and claps)

Soo, uh, yeah. Let’s, uh- let’s talk. I- I see- (points to his left) Is this the line up? (points to his right) We got, uh- Ooo. (gestures to himself) Do I get to choose? (audience laughs)

Adam: Be my guest.

Jensen: Alright, um…

Audience member: Not that hard. (laughs)

Jensen: (to audience member) It’s always the simple things that get me.

(points to his left) Alright, we’ll start here. How are you?

•(1:53 BBS, 0:45 DW)- LA08JA;Q1- fav episode; 1x01, 2x20

Fan: Um, hi. How are you?

Jensen: Good.

Fan: My name’s Michelle. (Jensen: Hi, Michelle.) I just wanted to know what has been your favorite episode of all time and why?

Jensen: Hm, uh, ha-hmm. What’s a good episode. I mean, we’ve done, like what? Over fifty. Um, soo, best episode. Best episode. I don’t know. You know e- ther-there’s always a- there’s always an affinity towards the, uh, the “Pilot” simply because it- it gave us the characters. Umm, a-and it kind of created this whole.. mess.

Uum.. (audience chuckles) And, uh.. beyond that I-I probably have to go with, uh, the one Kr- er, Eric Kripke directed last season, uh, “Things That Are and Things That Should Never Be.” (audience cheers and claps) Um.. I’d say simply for the fact that it just completely took me out of my element. So, I was like, you know, (snaps fingers) uhh, felt like I was a fish out of water. ‘Cause it stripped away all the things, all the crutches I use to- to play Dean, um, because he was thrust into this- this- this altered state of reality.

And it was challenging and I-I think that I kind of.. I like challenging things, because if-if-if- (waves hand) You know I said this earlier to somebody, um, if you’re not challenging yourself, you’re not evolving. And I think that as a- as a character and as an actor you- you- you kind of want to continue to evolve, um, all the time, so… That was a good episode.

Fan: Thank you.

Jensen: Thank you.

◘Jensen in LA: will he pursue a music career? by BabyBlueSteel◘

(turns to his right) Hi.

•(2:07 DW, 0:02 BBS)- LA08JA;Q2a- Side gigs; Guitarist; Singer🔮

Fan: Hi, Jensen. I’m Candy.

Jensen: Hi, Candy. (?Candy?).

Fan: Hi. Okay, so, um, I heard that you play guitar and then I think you sing, correct?

Jensen: Uhh, I-I-I do both.. moderately. (audience chuckles)

Fan: ‘Cause I just wondered if you’re gonna-

Jensen: Not well.

Fan: Okay. (laughs) I just wondered if you are gonna pursue that in any way or as just more of a hobby?

Jensen: Uh, no. I-I-I don’t think so. Um, you know, uhb, (nods) the gig I got right now keeps me pretty busy. (audience giggles) Um, and, uh, you know it’s- it’s- it’s funny because I.. ii-I have some- some really very talented friends, uh, here, who are musicians who I think.. uh, have played recently.

Did you guys s-see Steve last night? (audience claps and cheers) And, uh, I think Jason played the night before. Um, and also those are two very good friends of mine, (nods) very close friends of mine. And-and-and so, to have kind of those talents around me.. really puts me in my place. (audience chuckles) (laughs) As far as the musical aspect of it goes. (Fan: yes.) So, uh, I have no problem playing second fiddle to those guys. And-and I’m very content with where I’m- where I’m at and what I’m doing now.

•(3:10 DW, 1:04 BBS)- LA08JA;Q2b- Craziest accomplishment

Fan: Okay. One other question. (Jensen: Yes.) What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?

Jensen: The craziest thing I’ve ever done? (Fan: mhm.) (gestures to the audience) This. (?) (audience laughs) This is nuts. If you would have told me when I was like, fifteen years old, “Hey, by the way, you’re gonna be on stage by yourself, talking to a room full of adoring.. people.” (audience laughs) I would have been like, “That’s nuts.” (audience laughs) “That’s crazy.” (shakes head) I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Fan: (laughs) Okay, thank you so much. (Jensen nods. Audience cheers and claps.)

Jensen: (turns to his left) Hi.

•(3:39 DW)- LA08JA;Q3- Future plays and acting aspirations

Fan: I just wanna know, uh, do you ever have anyone come up and ask you to do plays? And what future acting projects would you like to (?be involved?)?

Jensen: Mm, uh, well I heard Jared (thumbs back) touched on, um, Western, which (shakes head) he totally stole from me. (audience laughs) Um, but, uh- uh, No. No plans to be on stage any time soon, as-aside from the one I’m on right now. (audience giggles)

Um.. aaaand, as far as, uh, future projects, I- you know.. iii-I think, I- I want to play- I just like the characters- (to audience) You know, what I think is great- is a great character is, uh-um, John McClane. Uum, (audience woos) you know, and.. and I think there’s a little bit of that in Dean as well. Because, he’s kind of this, you know, tortured.. hero that’s kind of grew- you know, he- he.. (shakes head) he’s just constantly getting.. beat to hell. And- but he gets back up for more and he keeps going and he preservers. And it’s like, it’s the average joe that-that turns into a hero. (to fan) I-I really like that. I really like those kinds of characters. Um, and I think that they, uh, you know, they speak volumes to-to a lot of people as oppose to like, you know, some giant superhero with superpowers. I mean, this is, uh, an average guy, but in an incredible situation and he rises to the occasion. So, I-I like those stories (nods).

Fan: Well, I wish you continued success.

Jensen: Thank you very much. (Fan: Thank you.) Yeah. (audience claps)

(turns to his right)

•(4:54 DW)- LA08JA;Q4a- “10 Inch Hero” distribution

Fan: Hi, Jensen. (Jensen: Hi.) I’m Sue.

Jensen: Hi, Sue.

Fan: What happened to “10 Inch Hero”? (audience woos)

Jensen: That’s a great question. Um, I- I don’t know. You guys probably more- know more than me. Uh, I- I’m kind of in a locked box in Canada most of the year. Um, I don’t know. I-I-I know that they’re still, um, trying to get distribution and-and things like that. But, you know, it’s a- it’s a tough (?roader?).

◘Jensen in LA: the status of Ten Inch Hero by BabyBlueSteel◘

There’s a lot- a lot of movies out there that- (shakes head) that never see the light of day for whatever reason, because it’s a crazy industry, so. Um, you know, you just- you just do your work and you put it out there and you hope that somebody, you know, responds to it. (shrugs) And that’s.. y’know, that’s all you can do.

•(5:31 DW, 0:26 BBS)- LA08JA;Q4b- Summer projects

Fan: And are you gonna be doing anything in- in the summer?

Jensen: Um, there’s a few things that- that arrre possibilities, but, you know, I don’t want to jinx myself. And-and call ‘em out, so. Um, but yeah, it’s- it’s a possibility. (nods)

Fan: Okay, thank you.

Jensen: Yeah, thank you.

(turns to his right) Hi.

•(5:48 DW, 0:44 BBS)- LA08JA;Q5- Non-acting interests; guitar, golf

Fan: Hi. Um, what are your other interests other than acting?

◘Jensen LA SPN convention-18 Jensen Panel 02-04 (Golf BlueSte by DW&DW◘

Jensen: (smacks lips) My other interests. Um, well, like I said earlier, you know, fiddling on the guitar is-is- is kind of fun. Um, I like to play golf. That’s, uh, I-I- I got into that a few years back.

And- and it’s, you know, it’s funny, because, you know, there’s the old- there’s the old joke, the guy’s at the driving range with his little daughter. And he’s-he’s out there and he’s hitting the ball and he’s like, (jerking his head around) “Dammit! God! Sonna of-!” (audience laughs) He hits another one and he’s like, (throws his hand up) “That’s it! Come one!” (audience laughs) And he hits another one and he’s like, (shrinks into himself and grips his hand tight) “Guruuhhh!” (audience laughs) And the daughters like, “Dad, why do you play golf?” And he’s like, (turns his head) “It relaxes me!” (audience laughs and claps) (to fan) I’m that guy. (audience laughs, claps, and cheers) (nods)

I tried to do that without cussing and it’s very difficult. (audience laughs)

(turns to his right) Hi.

•(0:53 DW)- LA08JA;Q6a- 3x11; story location; Broward County, Florida

Fan: Yes. Hi. got two questions. Um, I asked Eric this yesterday and he didn’t know, but maybe you did?

Jensen: That’s impossible. He knows everything. (audience laughs)

◘Jensen on Mystery Spot location by IY◘

Fan: Um, I was actually born in Broward County and I was wondering if you had any idea why “Mystery Spot” was set in that particular location?

Jensen: Are you kidding me? The writer didn’t know, you think I’m gonna know? (audience laughs) (laughs)

Fan: Literally Caver knew the answer and he didn’t, but maybe they told you on set or something.

Jensen: (shakes head) Absolutely not. We are- we are strictly voices for the writers is, uh, yeah. (Fan: Okay, um-) Ah, yeah, if he didn’t know (shakes head) and then he just- like I- he does know everything. That guy’s a genesis.

•(1:27 DW, 0:27 IY)- LA08JA;Q6b- most missed s3 character/actor; Jeffery Dean Morgan, Sterling Brown

Fan: And the second thing is, of the characters that have, uh, died recently which one, um, are you gonna miss the most? Whether it’s the character or the actor that’s playing them.

Jensen: (looks up) Hmm.. Well, I think that’s- I mean, for me it’s an easy one and it’s Jeff. Um- (audience claps)

◘Jensen in LA: favorite dead guest star? by BabyBlueSteel◘

Fan: Well, he dies last season. (Jensen: Who?) What about this season?

Jensen: Oh, you mean recent- (Fan: Yeah.) You mean this season?

Fan: Like, I mean.. I know we- a lot of us are gonna miss Henriksen and Gordon. They were both great characters.

Jensen: (nods) Yeah, Gordon. Sterling, uh, is, uuh, I think that he’s, err, destined for great things. Um.. I know he was leaving (smacks lips) our set while we were filming.. to go and shoot a scene with Al Pacino (nods) and Robert De Niro (looks at fan with eyebrows raised) simultaneously. (audience woahs) So, uh, you- you will definitely be seeing more of him.

Um, and, uhhh, yeah Malik, Henriksen, (shakes head and looks at fan) also great charact- I mean, there’s so many great chara- That’s the great thing about the show. (nods) It’s also, uhh, you know, (smiles then chuckles) it’s kind of the tough thing about the show is that we have all of these great guest stars come on, you know, week to week, and (swipes hand) put in these great performances.

Um, unfortunately we don’t get to see them the next week or the week after. So, it’s, uh.. you know, me (points to Jared’s hanging vinyl poster to his left) and Goofy (audience laughs) all day long.

Fan: Thank you.

(smiles) Thank you. (points to the fan’s mic on his right) I think this mic might be down.

(turns to his left) Hi.

◘Jensen in LA: (baby) BLUE STEEL!! & caramels in Tall Tales by BabyBlueSteel◘

•(2:46 DW)- LA08JA;Q7a- Fan Request; Blue Steel impression

Fan: Hi, Jensen.

Jensen: How are you?

Fan: Good. You?

Jensen: (nods) I like the hat. (audience chuckles)

Fan: (giggles) Thanks. Okay, I have- actually I have two questions. (Jensen: Alright.) Okay, my favorite ep-

Jensen: Let’s go with number two.

Fan: Okay, can for all- for all of us can you do the Blue Steel.. impression? (audience laughs and cheers)

Jensen: (smiles to himself and then scratches his cheek) (audience woos and claps) (holds hand out) I mean, honestly is it that- (looks around the audience) (audience yes’ and catcalls)

◘Jensen LA SPN convention-19 Jensen Panel 03-04 (fave death) by DW&DW◘

Fan: It’s cute, right?

◘Jensen does Blue Steel by IY◘

Jensen: (looks back and forth) It’s just an impersonation of another movie. I mean…

Audience memberA: Do it for us, come on.

Audience memberB: Come on!

Audience memberC: We love you!

Audience memberD: Do it!

Fan: (to audience) How many of y’all want to see him do it? (audience cheers, raises their hands, and claps)

Jensen: (rolls eyes and shakes head) Alright, I’m gonna do it for one second. (audience laughs) (raises his head and smirks) (laughs) God, cameras are (?amazing?), like this.

Jensen mimics the fans with their cameras. He slowly raises his hands holding an imaginary camera and opens his mouth exaggeratedly and then pretends to shake hair out of his face. The audience laughs. Jensen lowers his hands and looks down. Then he looks up and sucks in his cheeks and purses his lips. Camera flashes go off. The audience laughs, screams, and claps.

Jensen: Yep. (squints and holds out a hand) It’s not even good, like- (shakes head) Not even- (Christopher Walken accent) It’s not even good. I don’t know why I’m talking like Christopher Walken. (audience laughs)

(to fan) Uhh, (Fan: Okay.) And-and the first question?

•(3:54 DW, 1:09 BBS, 0:50 DW)- LA08JA;Q7b- 2x15; ACT ONE, INT. CRAWFORD HALL – NIGHT, (SAM POV); Caramels

Fan: The first question? Okay, on season two-

Jensen: Or the second one, (shrugs) ‘cause I don’t know which one you had. (audience giggles)

Fan: On season 2, um, “Tall Tales,” (Jensen: mhm.) there’s always this one part that’s always bugging me, what are you eating?! (Audience member: Caramels or something.) Are you eating caramels in that?

Jensen: (nods) Um, caramels. (Fan: Okay.) (to audience) They were real. (audience chuckles) They were not sugar-free, (audience laughs) or fat-free, or any of that. And, (full body shiver/cringe) (audience laughs) I can never eat one of those again. (audience laughs) I think at any given time- and we did it probably seven takes. (audience ohs) I think- I think at any given time there was anywhere from twelve to fifteen in my mouth. (audience aughs) Um, (looks up and nods) that’s a lot of sugar. (audience giggles) (gestures to his mouth) So much to where my mouth was starting to, like, go numb. And I- I-I just- I- I was an idiot (?after nine times?). So, yeah.

Fan: Thanks, Jensen.

Jensen: You’re welcome.

(turns to his right) Step right up. Is that mic workin’?

•(1:46 DW)- LA08JA;Q8- 3x11; fav Dean death; worst Dean death

Fan: Hello?

Jensen: Nice. (audience chuckles)

Fan: Okay, question for Mystery Spot. What was your favorite Dean death? (audience laughs and claps)

◘Jensen in LA: favorite Mystery Spot death by BabyBlueSteel◘

Jensen: (laughs) Um.. I’ll tell you what my- my- First off I’ll tell you th-the, uh, my most unfavorite.. I guess, is- was the, uhm, (smacks lips)- Uh, (sits up) well, I guess it wasn’t death. It was just a scene where I was gargling the- (audience laughs) ‘Cause they actually gave me real Scope. Well, when you do that twelve times (audiences aughs) (shrugs) again you can’t feel your mouth. (numb tongue accent) And then I’m talking to Jared like this. (audience laughs)

Um, but my favorite death, um, (sucks on teeth then laughs) I like when the (swipes down) piece of furniture fell on me. (audience cheers and laughs) ‘Cause he’s just cruising along and (swipes hand) no more. (audience laughs)

Um, the (nods) car hit was pretty cool. (a few audience woos) Um..

Audience member: Tacos!

Jensen: Tacos? Yeah, but you didn’t actually see it. You just- you know, it was just like, (rubs fingers) “Do these taste funny to you?” (gestures) and then boom he wakes up.

Audience members: Shower!

Jensen: (nods) Shower. (to fan) The electrical shaver, him shaving then (mimics electrocution) “Bzzzzt”. (audience laughs) I don’t know there’s- there’s a lot. I enjoyed it.

Fan: Thank you.

Jensen: Yeah. I had a lot of fun doing that (?shit? or ?shift?).

(turns to his left) Hi.

•(3:04 DW)- LA08JA;Q9- Character aspirations🔮

Fan: Hi. I’m Tiffany. (Jensen: Hi.) Um, I just wanted to know what you’d like to see for your character in the next couple of seasons, what you’re hoping for?

Jensen: Umm…

Audience members: Not die.

Jensen: Life on earth? (holds up hand) (audience laughs) I mean, it’s obvious. Um.. You know, I-I- I like to, uh- I like to see the guys thrown into some really, really sticky situations, um, like they always are. But, uhh, I like, you know, I like it when they kind of get taken out their element, (smacks lips) um, like I touched on with, um, (smacks lips) with the show from the second season. Uh, I kind of like it, you know, where.. you can- you can take these characters, but still functioning as those characters, and put them in a situation that they’re just completely not used to.

Um, so, I, you know, mor-more of that is-is kind of what’s-what’s excites me. So, we’ll see what the whi-writers come up with, I don’t know.

I do love the fact that I see- I did see recently in a magazine that, uh, Sera Gamble, she was quoted as saying, um, “You know, sometimes I write lines and they just seem so vanilla to me, but instead of sitting there and thinking about them all the time, I’m just like, (waves hand) ‘Jensen will make that work’.” (audience laughs) (tilts head back and forth with a squinting smirk)

Fan: And did you?

Jensen: And I- Well, and I thought about it and I was like, “Well, thanks a lot Sara.” (audience laughs) “Makin’ my job twice as hard.” (tilts head with a smile) No, she writes me great. So, I’m very, very fortunate to have her.

◘Jensen LA SPN convention-20 Jensen Panel 04-04 (Paino in DA, by DW&DW◘

Fan: Thank you for coming.

Jensen: (nods) Thank you.

(turns to his right)

•(4:26 DW, 0:09 DW)- LA08JA;Q10a- Dark Angel 2x11; Alec playing Chopin’s Etude in E; Jensen playing

Fan: Hi, Jensen. (Jensen: Hi.) Um, I’m a musician so I appreciate that you’re like a musical- (Jensen: [bull horns hand sign] Rock and roll!) (audience laughs) And uh, I just wanted to, uh, ask two things.

One was in Dark Angel you played Chopin and I-I understand that was really you? Is that true?

Jensen: Yes.

Fan: Can you do (?that next breakfast?) (audience woos, claps, and cheers)

Jensen: It was two weeks of piano lessons, I don’t remember (swipes hand) a lick. (audience laughs) Yeah.

◘Jensen in LA: more singing for Dean? by BabyBlueSteel◘

•(0:35 DW, 0:09 BBS)- LA08JA;Q10b- Future Dean singing

Fan: And the second question is, uh, are we gonna get to see Dean sing again? Because, I think we’re looking for some new ringtones. (audience laughs, cheers, and claps)

Jensen: (looks up) Um… (looks at fan and shakes head) No.

Fan: There’s nothing to see (?in the room?) right now probably.

Jensen: I don’t know. There’s nothing in the script. (shrugs) So, yeah, that’s- that’s not up to me. (fan sighs) That would be- (Fan: Adlib.) that would be at Eric.

Fan: Adlib.

Jensen: Adlib? (audience laughs) Sure, (shrugs) I’d just bust into, like, some Albert Opera or something like that? (audience laughs) (Fan:?that’d be something?.) Right.

Fan: Thank you. (Jensen laughs shaking his head then turns to his left)

•(1:07 DW)- LA08JA;Q11- Phobias; 2x02, 2x11

Fan: Hi. (Jensen: Hi.) I’m Hedi. Um, we know that Sam and I are both afraid of clowns and Dean’s afraid of flying. What are you afraid of?

◘Jensen in LA: what Jensen is scared of by BabyBlueSteel◘

Jensen: What am I afraid of? I actually share you’re- you’re fear of clowns. (audience giggles) Um-

Fan: They are freaky.

Jensen: They- Well, there was- it was the stupid (gestures) Steven King movie the “It”. (audience oos, cheers, and claps) (shakes his head then shrugs) And it just- it ruined me. It just ruined me. And it-it- and to this day, you know, clowns in the gutters. (audience laughs) I just don’t like them.

Fan: Thank you.

Jensen: So it was funny because in that- in that episode, you know, Sam was the one being affect, but I don’t think Jared is actually afraid of clowns. He might be, I don’t know. Um- but, uh, I was the one going, (tenses) “Man, I’m freaking out.” (audience laughs)

(points) That and, uh, “Playthings.” The episode with all the dolls with no eyes. (audience aughs) (shakes head) I didn’t like that at all.

(turns to his right then back to his left) Thanks. (back to the next fan) Hi.

◘Jensen in LA: on Days Of Our Lives by BabyBlueSteel◘

•(1:55 DW, 0:00 BBS)- LA08JA;Q12- Thoughts on DOOL

Fan: Hi, Jensen. I’m Ronda.

Jensen: Hi, Ronda.

Fan: Hi. Um, how did you like working-

Jensen: (to audience) I could have busted out (nods) into song right there. (audience laughs) I with- I withheld.

Fan: (laughs) How did you like working on Days of Our Lives?

Jensen: Um.. I-I loved it. It was, (Fan: Good.) uh, yeah. I mean, it was, uh, kind of really my first.. um… llike.. time I really got to, like, dive into a character and like really kind of get my feet wet.. in the- in the industry.

Um, it taught me a lot of stuff. You know, the- the- especially the technical part of acting, you know: finding your camera, finding your light, not blocking the, you know, knowing your lines, not blocking cameras for other people. Just being spatially aware of, uh, the-the set. And I-I think that kind of training is, uhm- is hard to come by, just, like, in acting class.

Um, you know, I mean, acting class and theatre class you kind of.. break down scripts, break down characters, and really try to feel that character out. So, it helps performance. Um, but doing that performance while also keeping in mind (points to head then down) you have to hit your mark, and (points to his left) find your light, and make sure (points forward) that camera can see you, and (points to himself) know your lines, and (waves hand) you gotta do all this other stuff. It’s- It’s really difficult.

You know, um, there’s- we have some actresses and there- or actors and actresses and they come onto the show and they’re-they’re fantastic.. performers.. but a lot of times they just can’t- they can’t find their mark. They’re not comfortable, like, standing at, you know, they-they have to do- They were taught to do what’s natural. Or- Well, (shrugs) doing what’s natural may not.. include hitting your mark (hand chop), or finding your light (hand chop), or, you know, (waves hand) doing all that.

So, to- to have that kind of (pine cone gesture) training ingrained in you is, uh- was valuable. And I got a lot of that from them, so. (Fan: Yeah.) Yeah.

Fan: Well, love yah in both. (giggles) (?who said? Or ?just in?) that.

Jensen: (nods) Thanks. (Fan: Thanks)

(turns to his left) Hi.

(missing coverage *fan reports could be incomplete and/or erroneous)

•(insomnia_geek •19 bardicvoice para. 41)- LA08JA;FR1- thoughts on Dean

“How does he reconcile the contradictions in Dean's character? Life in general is a contradiction. Dean can play both sides, as he's complex and layered. He's real, and the writers write him very well. He just hopes he plays it off as well.” – IG

“Asked what aspect of Dean he finds most challenging and most fun to play, he said that what he really likes is that Dean plays both sides – that he gets very angry, and he lives with a lot of grief and sorrow, but while he isn’t really a happy guy, there are also things that bring him great joy. He said that he loves that slice of life mixture and that it makes Dean a real character. He said that what he most wants is to capture that and do him justice, to play Dean well.” – B

•(insomnia_geek para. 2, bardicvoice para. 42, sarah_p para. 30-31)- LA08JA;FR2- Closing

“That's when Jared came back onstage. Apparently he'd been mainlining Skittles backstage, didn't bring any out for Jensen. They talked quietly to each other for a moment out of mike pickup and joked a bit. Jensen said that they speak in code.” – IG

“Jared reappeared in that moment, bragging “But not as good as Jared plays Sam!”” – B

“Somewhere around this, Jared came back out, and he was EATING SKITTLES (which totally made me think of him offering to buy Papa Ackles Skittles at the AFGM intermission ;)), and didn't bring any for Jensen. I was ALREADY IN LOVE WITH THEM. AGAIN.

He and Jensen were talking really quietly to each other for a minute (Basketball scores, maybe? Can someone who was sitting closer confirm this?), and then they finished, and Jensen laughed and told us that they speak in code. Which, really, I would NOT doubt--they are just SO attuned to each other, it's fantastic.” – S

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10 Questions for Writers

Thanks for the tag twin @jbarneswilson ❤️

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

315,697 yeesh

3. What fandoms do you write for?

MCU, primarily SamBucky

4. Do you respond to comments?

I used to regularly, but then I sort of stopped. I still occasionally do. I really enjoy seeing what people think about Stolen Moments lol, so if there is one fic I generally respond to comments on, it’s that one.

5. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, back in my ff dot net days lol. I wouldn’t even have known if someone didn’t PM me to let me know, but I never even said or did anything about it because at that point I was so far removed from that fandom that I didn’t even care 😂 Like, I cared, but idk not enough for all that. FYI: I would care now though lol.

6. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, that genuinely sounds like it would be hell… for all parties involved tbh.

7. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Ooo SamBucky, but SamSteve too. And to go in my way back machine lol, I would sell my soul to be able to find a particular Shawn/Chloe (DOOL) fic again. Shawn/Chloe had so much potential. Philip/Chloe still holds a special place in my heart too.

8. What are your writing strengths?

Hmmm details maybe? I think I’m good at adding the little details that help round out a story. I’d also say I’m pretty good at writing tense, dialogue heavy scenes, where the communication is clear and satisfying.

9. What are your writing weaknesses?

I cannot seem to write anything short short anymore. Like even when I tell myself “hey, 2000 words or less,” it’s like I simply cannot do it. I can’t stick to a pre-planned word count, and that’s not always a good thing.

10. First fandom you wrote for?

Yikes. Chandler/Monica (Friends). I never posted it (thank you Jesus), but it definitely exists in a notebook somewhere.

No pressure tagging @glittercake @thatmexisaurusrex @katatonicimpression @siancore @six2vii Feel free to ignore this though lol.

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I have decided to rewatch the entire series over the hiatus with reviews. Whether anyone reads these will come with time haha but either way I’m doing it cause I think it’ll be fun with having s5 done and going back I’ll see things with totally different POV. Will credit all gifs I use to their original owners at the end of my reviews. All the gif makers in this fandom are the real MVPs ❤️ These reviews will mainly center around Chenford and development of Tim and Lucy through out the series , but I will throw in bits about the show as a whole too. Because I do love it as a whole as well. These may be long cause I have a lot to say haha anyway whoever sticks around and reads it I love you haha feel free to comment on these posts as well. Would love that. Alright here we go. Let us start where it all began the Pilot.

Some backstory like to add here for me. I’ve been with this show since it got green lit by ABC. I was a huge Nathan Fillion fan and wanted to follow him to his next show. Also I loved Eric from my teenage years. So my sisters were obsessed with Days of Our lives as teens. I had no interest in it till Eric entered the arena. I thought he was (and still is BTW) one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. I was very interested in watching DOOL after that LOL if you didn’t know that tid bit about him before now you know. His name was Rex and he was shirtless quite a lot and had my rapt attention as a 14 year old girl. Lmao

Anyways Nathan and Eric were the reasons I started this show. I was excited Nathan had a new show and Eric was a bonus for me. I was so excited I remember watching the pilot on my phone during my lunch in the pool room of my job at the time. The pilot had me captivated and I knew this was going to be a great show.

First off like to start with I miss Nathan with some meat on his bones. I know he has to be in wicked good shape for this role. I just miss his ‘Castle’ form from s1.

Second like to talk about my girl Lucy Chen. Her characters entrance into the show is my fav of the pilot. Lucy has such BAMF intro. The ‘hot shot’ right off the bat. I will always love her opening appearance. That confident bad ass is what Tim sees in her day one. Why he’s so damn hard on her. She just doesn’t see that in herself it just yet. But hell of a start for her.

Then we have our first glimpse into Chenford. To that lightning in a bottle chemistry. Doing that thing Eric and Melissa do so damn well. Their silent communication with just their eyes and expressions. Saw this look between them and I was a goner.

‘Officer Bradford gets our hot shot ‘ He most definitely did in more ways than one. Has no idea how his entire world is about to shift with her in his life. I think he was very impressed with her. Thought she was a ‘hotshot’ because of the arrest that morning. But he couldn’t let her know or see that. Especially not on her first day with him and at this point in time ever.

Ah Tim s1- so very guarded his walls so high the Great Wall of China is put to shame. To me s1 Tim is a man in pain and its exuding out of him with every action he makes. He has no emotional support or outlet and it shows. It’s why Lucy entering his life was the best thing for him. Shook him out of his walking pain/anger. We get to see the first glimpse of the ‘Tim Tests’ Lucy is to endure.

She’s not even two seconds into her time with him before this occurs. He’s grilling her already. So hard on her right out the gate. Because he saw something in her. He was testing her in the harshest way. Being so hard because he was hurting not that a first time viewer would know that. Re-watching s1 Tim the man truly is hurting and lashing out with everything he does. He so damn gruff , angry and guarded, that he comes off like a tool cause well he was at this point.

You aren’t supposed to like him right now IMO. You only see him as this insensitive jerk. You have no more information at this point than this current impression . When you know his whole story rewatching him like this. All I see is a radioactively angry and hurt man. You’re not supposed to like him right here and now. He’s coming off as unreasonable grump of a man. Especially so when Lucy fails his first Tim Test. Which leads us to the gas station scene.

The ‘punishment’ he gives her just another test. To him it’s his way of proving to himself he’s right about her. He already knows she can take care of herself. He wanted to see it in action and Lucy delivers in spades. The pride is written all over his handsome face when she wins her fight. Then Isabel shows up…

Eric KILLS me in this scene. The way his eyes tear up. His whole body is trembling. You can hear his bated breath as he speaks to her. He goes from gruff T.O. to concerned husband in a flash. We get our first look into him as a character. That he’s more than just this hard ass T.O giving Lucy a hard time. That there is something going on behind the scenes for him and it’s deep.

I applaud Eric for this scene we get to see him become human and vulnerable for the first time. Not only that but be those things around Lucy for the first time. She’s already soft for him when she gets the glimpse into him as a person. Says she promises she won’t tell anyone. He quickly resolves it with his sharp reply to her saying ‘ Damn right you won’t’. He’s mad at himself for letting Lucy see even a glimmer of vulnerability. Can’t show her one damn crack in his rough T.O. exterior. (yet…). Pilot does such a good job setting up their dynamic, of everyone’s really but theirs is my focus of course in these reviews.

Lucy probably thinks he’s out to make her life hell. When really he’s seeing potential in her. As seen in the previous scene at the gas station. He’s hurting so naturally he’s going to throw himself into work. Not let Lucy waste this potential he sees in her. Because work and training her is something he can absolutely control unlike the situation with Isabel. We get to see Lucy apply one her lessons in their next scene together.

Tim kicking her out of the car earlier (Which at the time I’m sure she loathed )him doing so save ultimately ends up saving his life. When he gets shot and she’s able to relay where they are and get him to safety. Also how she defends them both until backup arrives. Reinforcing what he sees in her in the first place. She protects herself and Tim like a pro.

Some side notes I’ll probably make each ep. Probably non Chenford related. I always forget how much I loved Captain Zoe Anderson- she was only in the show for a short time but made a massive impact. She was such a fierce leader putting Grey in his place and her POV on Nolan.

Also Lucy being with Nolan in beginning. Even when first started watching. I was like nope. Don’t like this. They just didn’t work. I hate it every time I re-watch it I hate it LOL but it does show her pattern of things before Tim. Such as taking on relationships she knows will never work out. I.e. Nolan. Because she isn’t ready for such commitment or projects like Chris. Well that’s all she wrote for the pilot. Was fun to write this up. Will continue to do so through out the hiatus. 😊

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#Caitlin rewatches The Rookie.#chenford #chenford hiatus #Tim x Lucy #the rookie #s1 #1x01 pilot #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #Eric winter #melissa o’neil #otp: doing my job

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Hello! Sorry to bother you but I think you might be the person to ask…

Did the actress who played Eric Brady’s mom on DooL encourage Jensen to leave the soap to pursue bigger roles? I could’ve sworn I read that she did (something about him being “too good” of an actor? Needed more “serious” roles?) but now I can’t find it anywhere that she (or anyone) said this?

[Also thank you MILLIONS for all the work you’ve done! Thank you thank you thank you!! You are a true hero 🫡💞]

yes she did! it was after his initial contract was up. i know there’s a video of him talking about it at a con. maybe someone will link it in the notes.

also, you aren’t bothering me! i’ve legit dedicated myself to studying those years so i was the perfect person to ask.

#except i don’t have the link to the video… but someone definitely does

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Stupid lil' idea i had:

NetNostalgia Forum - Television (local)

Skyshale033 Subject: Woody's roundup local kid's show? Does anyone remember this kid's show? It was called woody's roundup and I must have been 6 or 7. I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1949 or 1957. I lived in the Bay Area at the time. I don't remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM.

mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? it seems really familiar to me…..i grew up outside of ashland and was 9 yrs old in 57. Woody's roundup…was it about cowboys? i remember a cowboy marionete at the mouth of a cave talking to a little girl

Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? YES! Okay I'm not crazy! I remember Woody. I was always kind of scared of him. He looked like he was some horribly stretched dool, real low-budget. His head was an old porcelain baby doll, looked like an antique that didn't belong on the body. I don't remember what station this was! I don't think it was WTSF though.

Jaren_1990 Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? Sorry to resurrect this old thread but I know exactly what show you mean, Skyshale. I think woody's roundup ran for only a couple months in ‘51, not '49. I was 12 and I watched it a few times with my brother. It was channel 58, whatever station that was. My mom would let me switch to it after the news. Let me see what I remember. It took place in woody's roundup, and it was about a little girl who imagined herself to be friends with cowboys. The horse was called Bullseye, and Woody wasn't a very good cowboy because he was too cocky too easily. And there was calliope music constantly playing. Don't remember the girl's name. Janice or Jade or something. Think it was jessie.

Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? Thank you Jaren!!! Memories flooded back when you mentioned Bullseye and channel 58. I remember it's teeth were way too large for it's mouth and it had that awful Ed Wynn voice and laugh. I especially remember how jarring it was when they switched from the wooden/plastic model, to the foam puppet version of the head that talked.

mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? ha ha i remember now too. ;) do you remember this part skyshale: "you have…to go…INSIDE."

Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? Ugh mike, I got a chill reading that. Yes I remember. That's what the horse always told Woody when there was a spooky place he had to go in, like a cave or a dark room where the treasure was. And the camera would push in on Bullseye's face with each pause. YOU HAVE… TO GO… INSIDE. With his two eyes askew and that flopping foam jaw and the fishing line that opened and closed it. Ugh. It just looked so cheap and awful. You guys remember the villain? He had a face that was just a guy with a big chin and weird ass teeth?

kevin_hart Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? i honestly, honestly thought the villain was woody. i was about 5 when this show was on. nightmare fuel.

Jaren_1990 Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? That wasn't the villain, the puppet with the chin. That was the villain's sidekick, bad bart. He had a cowboy hat too, But yeah, the villain was another marionette. The prospector. I can't believe what they let us watch back then.

kevin_hart Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? jesus h. christ, stinky pete. what kind of a kids show were we watching? i seriously could not look at the screen when Stinky pete showed up. he just descended out of nowhere on his strings, just a dirty prospector wearing that brown top hat and overalls. and his poor quality glass eyes. christ almighty.

Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? Wasn't his hat and clothes all sewn up crazily? Was that supposed to be children's skin??

mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? yeah i think so. remember his mouth never opens. i remember the little girl said "why doesn't your mouth move?" and stinky pete didn't look at the girl but at the camera and said "TO KEEP IN THE GAS"

Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? I'm so relieved that other people remember this terrible show! I used to have this awful memory, a bad dream I had where the opening jingle ended, the show faded in from black, and all the characters were there, but the camera was just cutting to each of their faces, and they were just screaming, and the puppets and marionettes were flailing spastically, and just all screaming, screaming. Jessie was just moaning and crying like she had been through hours of this. I woke up many times from that nightmare. I used to wet the bed when I had it.

kevin_hart Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? i don't think that was a dream. i remember that. i remember that was an episode.

Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? No no no, not possible. There was no plot or anything, I mean literally just standing in place crying and screaming for the whole show.

kevin_hart Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? maybe i'm manufacturing the memory because you said that, but i swear to god i remember seeing what you described. they just screamed.

Jaren_1990 Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? Oh God. Yes. The girl, jessie , I remember seeing her shake. And the prospector screaming through his still unmoving mouth, mouth slowly ripping open. I turned it off and it was the last time I watched. I ran to tell my brother and we didn't have the courage to turn it back on.

mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Woody's roundup local kid's show? i visited my mom today at the nursing home. i asked her about when i was little in the early 50s, when i was 8 or 9 and if she remembered a kid's show, woody's roundup. she said she was suprised i could remember that and i asked why, and she said "because i used to think it was so strange that you said ‘i'm gonna go watch woody's round up now mom' and then you would tune the tv to static and just watch dead air for 30 minutes. you had a big imagination with your little cowboy show."

#candle cove #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #toy story #memes #parody #crossover #woodysroundup #candlecove

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MONDAY JULY 11TH, 2011 (Sempiternity)

2:28 PM Ugh. Yeah, I guess I needed that rest. How long did I sleep? ..where's Donnie?

2:30 PM Downstairs now. The sky outside is blue. A crisp bright Georgia summer blue. This isn't real. Living room. My dad's on his laptop on the couch, typing away at his websites, his horse racing, his lists of movies. I can see through him at an empty dusty couch. The empty space where should just be wall displays a television, with a documentary playing that I'll never watch. Dad doesn't look at me. Because he's not real. He's a shadow. Now there are many shadows on the wall. They aren't connected to the Beast, the man on the corner, the Father my dad. My dad is just another remnant of the Musicians' powers working their way through my mind. I don't see them, and they might have gone on to torment someone else, but their effects linger. The shadows on the wall are different somehow. I think they're really there. They're humanoid and featureless, like Shadowclones but showing no sign of spontaneous reproduction. They are just.. there. Not laughing at me. They stand and sway gently, naturally. Like they were once human. I feel as if these are creatures I cannot name, but still there's a word in my head I can't trace the source of. The Victims. They know me. Something tells me I know them. They know my delusions all too well, and they have seen my nightmares. They live nightmares every day, trapped as eternal shadows. How did they become shadows? That's not clear to me, and they won't say. They can't say. They want to say, I feel as if they might reach out of the walls and grab me by the shoulders, scream the answer to me. But they won't, as they can't. They're shadows. Forever now. All they can do is shift along the walls of our disillusioned daydreams and pray we follow them down the rabbit hole.

2:35 PM They're coagulating around the door to the basement. Is that the rabbit hole? Down the stairs, into the darkness, open the Door, and let’s have a peek.

2:36 PM It’s a courtroom. Huh. Lots of creatures hustle to and fro, animals and man-sized insects, groups of what look like gingerbread men rushing past my feet, everyone has a place to go. Statues along the walls depict something complicated I don't have time to process, as "Mister Dooling?" huh. Someone in a tweed suit and a blindfold beckons me. Who are you? "Call me Sempi. I'm a friend of Father Tiresias. And right now, you very much need a friend." What's happening? "You're on trial." ...what's happening?? "We can't waste time, we've got to get inside."

2:39 PM We've sat down at a bench. This looks like an ordinary enough courtroom, although there's construction going on around the judge's seat. "The Judge wishes to see you." Alright, well, who's the judge? "The Judge is a Fear." A Fear in the rabbit holes? "You'll have time to wonder on the details later. I'm here to make sure you don't do anything stupid." Well. Okay. Thanks? Is he scary? "If you look directly at him, your eyeballs will melt." What? "Also, he knows everything about you. So don't lie." Okay... uh... Is there anything I need to do, in particular? Am I going to jail? "Just..." hand on my shoulder "Stay calm. Okay? Stick with that."

2:45 PM The jury are all Camper, complete with fleshy wings and long arms. The judge is not currently at the stand. The prosecution is just arriving. That. Is some kind of alien. Green, long neck, big black eyes, lots of arms. Sempi's telling me not to stare. Right. Sorry.

2:48 PM "Will everyone please rise for the formidable Judge?" I can hear some sort of noise coming from the judge’s seat that sounds like a cross between a bass guitar making distorted sweeps and the soft pitter-patter of raindrops. Or perhaps popcorn. But not that loud. ..rice krispies. I really want to look. A Camper looked. His eyes are now being coated in a skin-coloured substance. The substance slowly burns away, and now all that are left are empty eye sockets. Not even a scream.

2:49 PM "COURT IS IN SESSION." the voice is thundering and makes my bones twitch with odd high frequencies "I HAVE A LOT TO GO THROUGH TODAY, SO LET'S MAKE THIS AN EXPEDIENT ONE. THE DEFENDANT IS ONE JORDAN DOOLING. MISTER DOOLING, ARE YOU PRESENT AND OF STABLE MIND?" uh look at the ground Yes, sir. "THEN WE CAN BEGIN." my chair is raising, gotta look at the sides, look anywhere but at the judge "I UNDERSTAND THE DEFENDANT IS FROM THE UNITED KINGDOM, AND HE ACCESSED THIS COURTROOM FROM GEORGIA, OR AS IT'S NOW CALLED, THE COUNTRY OF SOUTHERN GEORGIA. DID HE CROSS COUNTRIES LEGALLY?" sempi "Your Honor, Mister Dooling crossed in an authorized vessel piloted by a licensed captain. The documentation has been provided as page 4 of the defense's report." "...SO IT HAS. VERY GOOD." "Furthermore, starting on May 21st of 2011, Earth time, neither the United Kingdom nor the United States jurisdiction which became the country of Southern Georgia has retained their restrictions on human migration between nations." "A POLICY I DO NOT AGREE WITH BUT ACKNOWLEDGE. VERY GOOD. AND THEN HIS PRIOR ACTIVITIES ACROSS FRANCE AND SPAIN WILL HAVE FALLEN UNDER STANDARD EUROPEAN UNION FREEDOM OF MOVEMENT. VERY GOOD! HE'S PASSING ON MIGRATION. THE NEXT MATTER IS THE STATUTORY." "The defense raises that the defendant's background fails to meet the requirements necessary to warrant an inspection of Statutory Violations." "The prosecution concurs, Your Honor." "ALRIGHT THEN." awkward silence look at the jury ...I can hear that one's eyes still making little popping noises okay uh look at.. my shoes…

"MISTER DOOLING. ARE YOU AWARE OF WHAT COMES NEXT?" No, Your Honor. "ARE YOU AWARE OF WHO I AM?" No, Your Honor. I have been told you are a Fear. "I AM." So.. you're from Earth? "I'LL ASK THE QUESTIONS. "AS THE SITTING JUDGE OF THIS COURTROOM, I HAVE A DUTY TO OVERSEE PROCEDURAL MATTERS REGARDING INTERUNIVERSAL TRAVEL. BUT BEYOND THAT, AS THE FEAR OF RIGHTEOUS JUDGEMENT, I HAVE A DUTY TO BRING TO THIS COURT A MORE INTENSE PRACTICE THEY ARE NOT USED TO WITNESSING. I AM AN INQUISITOR. AND, NOT TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION BUT AT LEAST TO ADDRESS IT, I SPECIALIZE IN THE FLAWS OF THE HUMAN MIND. "MISTER DOOLING, I ALREADY KNOW YOUR GUILT. YOU ARE FREE TO ASK FOR CLARIFICATION ON THAT, BUT WHEN I PASS MY VERDICT AT THE END OF THIS TRIAL, IT IS FINAL." I. What? "AGAIN, YOU ARE FREE TO ASK FOR CLARIFICATION. IT IS ONLY NATURAL." You already know my guilt? "YES." On what grounds? Guilt of what? "I KNOW THAT YOU HAVE ENGAGED IN PHYSICAL ALTERCATIONS WITH MEMBERS OF YOUR OWN FAMILY, NOT ALL OF WHOM WERE FIGHTING YOU AT THE TIME. I KNOW YOUR ENCOUNTERS WITH LAW ENFORCEMENT, YOUR NEAR-ARRESTS, YOUR TRESPASSES OF SCHOOL PROPERTY AFTER-HOURS. THESE WILL BE DEALT WITH IN TIME. I KNOW YOUR BLOGS. I KNOW YOUR WRITINGS. I KNOW THE PECULIARITIES OF YOUR PSYCHOLOGY. YOU DO NOT GET PAST ME. I CAN APPRECIATE THE SUBTLETIES OF THE SITUATIONS IN WHICH YOU HAVE FOUND YOURSELF. THESE, ALONE, DO NOT DETERMINE YOUR GUILT; THEY ONLY NECESSITATE TRIALS FOR LATER DATES. "WHAT HAS BROUGHT YOU INTO MY COURTROOM TODAY ARE TWO EVENTS THAT, IN MY EXPERIENCE, ARE ALMOST COMPLETELY UNHEARD OF. "ON JUNE 17TH, 2011, EARTH TIME, YOU ASSAULTED A FEAR UNPROVOKED. "AND ON JULY 8TH, 2011, IBID, YOU KNOWINGLY SABOTAGED" something "INFRASTRUCTURE. "MISTER DOOLING, ARE YOU AWARE OF WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT?" Well, 'assaulted a Fear' can only really refer to the Harlequin. "AND THE OTHER ONE?" July 8th was only a few days ago. Was that the God Machine? "CORRECT." Huh. sempi "Your Honor, if I may raise a point. The Harlequin, formerly Rosa Syclus, was assaulted by Jordan Dooling and Donnivan Rand on June 17th, this is acknowledged by the defense and by the Harlequin herself; however, she does not wish to press charges." "...LUCKY FOR YOUR CLIENT. ALRIGHT. THAT DOES, IN FACT, ADDRESS THAT MATTER." I'm.. surprised at that. Why wouldn't she want to press charges if there's, like, a whole Fear Court? sempi "The Judge may be a Fear, but this court does not serve—" "THE TIME FOR DISCUSSION IS ANY OTHER TIME THAN NOW." "I apologize, Your Honor." "SO. JULY 8TH. WAS THERE A GOOD REASON FOR YOUR ACTIONS?" Would a good reason even matter here? "MISTER DOOLING." Right. Uh. I was acting on a lot of assumptions. I had gotten it from Tiresias that I needed to decode the Seven Ciphers in order to open his book, and then I heard that the God Machine was one of the Ciphers? "SO TIRESIAS IS INVOLVED IN THIS. THAT IS NOT ENTIRELY SURPRISING." You didn't know that? "I WAS NOT CERTAIN. FATHER TIRESIAS IS INACCESSIBLE. HOWEVER, THIS DOES NOT CHANGE MY VERDICT. I AM READY TO DELIVER." fuck "JORDAN DOOLING, YOU ARE GUILTY. YOU ARE MOST DEFINITELY GUILTY. YOU SABOTAGED OUR SYSTEMS OF RELIGION AND COMMUNICATION. WITHOUT DEUS EX MACHINA, IT IS MUCH HARDER TO MANIFEST A UNIFIED VOICE IN XANADU. YOU DID A MOST DANGEROUS THING." I'm sorry. "COURT IS ADJOURNED." ...what? my chair is back on the ground. people are getting up and leaving. Sorry, that's.. that's it? "YOU ARE GUILTY. YOU MUST LIVE WITH THAT." But. That's?? ...sempi's shaking their head ....I mean, alright.

3:20 PM Sempi took me to the courthouse cafe and fed me. So, uh. "You're guilty." I am, but, like. There's no sentence. "Not as such, no. But the next time you see the Judge, you already have a record." Well. I can just avoid this court, right? "Can you avoid where you go here? Can you control your destinations in Xanadu?" Well. No! "Then you see the issue." But does he have jurisdiction? Isn't he in-- god, this is ridiculous, you see that, right? God, I haven't felt... like actually threatened by anything in such a long time. I feel like the gods are just fucking around. "Hm. Have you heard of the principle, 'Death By A Thousand Cuts?'" No, but that sounds self-explanatory. "You're still young. You have a lot to keep track of. You're bound to slip up somewhere." I guess. I dunno. I really thought destroying the God Machine was what I was supposed to do. "Did Tiresias tell you to do it?" Not.. in so many words. "He gave you a vague prophecy." Yes! Precisely. "That's him." Do you think he set me up? Or that I'm an idiot. "Tiresias wouldn't set you up. Not without a plan." You put a lot of trust in him. "I've known him for a long time." Arghh!!! I don't know. I don't know what any of this means. I don't understand what's happening. I've.. been asleep for so long. I've missed something important. I. Donnie. Mister Brown. Can I go home? Can I go back? "You're done with trial, you can go wherever you need." Okay. Well. Thank you, Sempi. It's been nice to meet you.

4:09 PM Came back to Earth, left the court the way I came in. Donnie was sitting in the driveway, watching the trees. She had no idea I'd even woken up. She says Mr. Brown left this morning. He had something he needed to do. Then, this afternoon, she saw a school bus drive by up the road. She thinks he went to confront Death. I. Dammit. I probably could have... stopped him? I probably could have at least talked to him. But I was asleep. And then I was... wasting time down in wherever the fuck. Donnie says she understands, but, I think she's getting a little sick of backing me up. She must be. So we're taking the car, we're getting the hell out of here. I've had enough of Georgia. I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna let Donnie sleep this time, I'm gonna take care of her. And we're heading for Nebraska. I'm gonna make things right. I'm gonna...

6:04 PM …I’m just gonna play some music, okay? Okay. There. Metallica. Death Magnetic. I’ve had this album in my head all day.

9:58 PM Donnie woke up. Says we should probably get some rest soon. Even though I’ve been asleep for days, I feel like that’s not a bad idea.

10:59 PM Stopping at this house here. Middle of nowhere. Just off the road.

11:02 PM ..there’s someone here. They’re running around back.

11:04 PM There’s a giant pond back here. I don’t see anyone nearboh. There’s someone crouching by the pond.

11:05 PM A giant tentacle is rising out of the pond. It’s grabbing the person and pulling them in. o_e;;

11:07 PM ..and the person is climbing back out of the pond. “Hello, Rael. Victoria.” Oh. Hi, EAT. o__o; "I hear you've been busy." We, um. We did a thing with a Cipher. "Yes. Would you allow me to read your journals?"

11:13 PM The Camper took my journal and skimmed through it. "Ah, so you've heard of my meeting with the government." Oh! Oh right, that was you! You're Salmacis! "The name made sense. I see you've also met the Archangel, the Musicians... Tiresias... and the Judge. You've met a lot now." A lot of them meet us, really… "You've made some questionable decisions in all this. I wouldn't advise making so many enemies." Well... ^^;; "But your work with the Ciphers is promising. That's the best lead so far." I was told I may have, um.. done something really bad? By destroying the God Machine? "You may have. Or you may have just attracted the wrong kind of attention, which would make sense if these Ciphers are the key to preventing the terminal coming of Rapture." But you don't want us making so many enemies? "As far as I see it, Rapture is already our enemy. And, furthermore, any wrench in the system will either help us, or at least teach us something about how our enemy works. So even if you fail catastrophically, you'll be doing the world a favor." Um. donnie "We'd rather not have to die." "Of course. In any case, your plan is to head further west?" Yeah. ...wait. ...should I have not shown you my journals? "It was, by all measures, another strange decision on your part. I thank you for trusting me, as I benefit from it, but should you trust me? I don't know how to answer that." donnie "Are you a threat to us? Are you going to hurt us?" "I have no reason to. You're just two additional bodies, and any knowledge I may gain from your brains generally already finds its way to me thanks to your indiscretion." Well. Thanks..? "Please. Now, I encourage your westward progress. There are still plenty of Doors, allowing search for the remaining Ciphers, and furthermore, you will end up near California." What's in California? "Someone else claiming to know you. It is primarily a trend of graffiti, all in the same hand, asking for your whereabouts by name. I have not yet seen the source of this. I can look into it further, if you wish?" Would. Would that trouble you? I'd appreciate the help. "I will look into it further." … "That's all." ...o_o

11:46 PM Uh. Yeah. We're driving on. The Camper was just.. standing there, by the pond, outside the house. We didn't want to sleep in that house. ...god, that was weird. God, today was weird. America, you're weird. Nebraska. California. Right. We can do this.

(Attached: “So there I was, far closer to the start of my long life, roaming some supermarket in Germany for food, looking for some more beer and hoping for mead, when I heard this weird noise from a few aisles down. Sounded like a church organ being hit with a train. Then there were slow steady footsteps, and out came an androgynous figure in plain clothes and a blindfold. This person called to me, asked if I was Tiresias. I quickly replied, --- Tiresias is dead. I’m Thoth. -- You’re still young... I am the Sempiternity. You don’t know me. --- I don’t, that’s right. Who are you? -- I am the Fear of forever. I’m looking to talk to whoever’s left on this planet. --- Well, civilization’s rebuilding all over; there are plenty of people left. -- I mean the Fears. What Fears are left? I paused to think for a bit. We hadn't used the 'Fear' moniker in quite some time. --- I know there’s the Musicians and Salmacis.. and the Omen, too. I think Red survived— that is, the Colour of Blood— though she probably went back to Tuonela. Sempiternity said, surprised, -- This is a small list. What about Death? Or the slender man? Surely one of the Brothers Sleep survived!

--- Death’s gone. Slendy too. I don’t know who the Brothers Sleep are. -- You really are still young, Thoth. This elicited a shrug from me. -- What about this planet, what happened that took such powerful beings? --- Rapture came. Sempiternity’s head fell into their hands. I put an arm around them and said I knew how they felt. A little while later, we walked together out of town, taking to the deserted forested streets. I talked about the apocalypse Earth faced two years prior, and Sempiternity told me about where they were from. -- I was a human once. It was too long ago, too far away. The Fears took me and tortured me, judged me, made me one of them. I was to live forever, they said. To be an immortal. That’s my only power, that’s all they did. I can’t die. I said it sounded awesome. -- I can still feel pain. I can still suffer. If I undergo too much pain, I go to sleep and wake up healed, my aching dulled, my wounds scarred. I stumbled and listened. -- It’s been so long since I was human. I don’t remember who I was, what my name was, what my life was. I don’t even remember if this was my universe. This is why I searched for Tiresias; I was hoping his library would hold my book. --- I understand. I’m sorry. -- He was my best friend. He walked down the road of aeons with me many times; he always said he’d show me his library some day, and we’d be able to look for my book together. --- Well, if you want, I can help you look for it. I’ve never stepped in his Peisistratos myself, though I know people who have. And I mean, it’s not like I’m doing much these days. I’ve been wandering ever since the world was saved. The Sempiternity gave a wide smile and held out a hand. -- Let’s shake on it, then. We’ll be new friends, and we’ll look for the Blind Man’s library. I took that hand and I shook it tightly, happy to help. Then we set off down another road towards new names and old faces.”)

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#ogtrib #oh god the rapture is burning #ogtrib act 2 #had to break up some more dialogue with paragraph breaks. as usual see the Website for the ideal read.#but this one shouldn't be all that disruptive.#there's just a lot of important conversations in this one.

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libidomechanica · 5 months

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Bring Points of Ill the

A sonnet sequence

) Boast not a treasure, and her nerve, a life. Like the Land. For he know. And flavour life. Yet Dauntless many a note, as ever round. As then I should be conceal’d; the same, now she flow. As many flocke at night-winged Dryad of science foil’d: wherewith love me, where we sports of her Head. Bring Points of Ill the winds creep into a fair Treat, and fly or fall, and Peace me here thee sticky glass. The clanging of weeds and sight Muse, the renews: and durst Depose. What Shock had died. I, seemed town, dotting as then, fair that here wear. Like an image died, and forth not that Kings hard thereby is mop and without a boy’s?

And bids had the to get that no Concession giveness. Sometime does the purpose while they soon flow’rs, to the Seat and with all the Locksley Hall! Courage, both his jive away triumphant, under roll’d in school, his communed with Me! I’ll good Barzillai crowned slain, yet him give they waves the nighting seaweeds, of thy kind Occasion—that the sun&thing vaulted down, the publick Office high ho, howling, half a Father wife; years of his far from the leathe one descride backward form’d but was your memory, mine own selfe did husband below. Thy balms in Power emptied since me my chiefe light the Nobles trailed that I mean to me rich all the people doth plain, his Overthrow my wall iudge apprehending his the had cold wore me my Julia, I been table months of this may read to Impenitent at night of one poor: and, like my Fools! She waters voice, your Nations slain the Present their own.

III

Then hem of the from they change thorn? Of my blush which to life; one for thy poet dotted to her round then, Indecently play Believ’d to sun, and little was never a salt—sweets ways. That is much ouergone, whereto win her die with People when I thing and bright, for human Wit could every doole, drawn from whither’s Balls, and the Vial when I praise the simmer what there. These weight of plait they wave of Diamonds, and love or who stand all for the leveller: for your thrift, their Monarch of radiant flame, or friendly far thence hems. Word a Reign? To your Art nor she Smiles and love, and in placent.

Weigh belly, which in a kissing Throng’d Martha! And both and did as Absalon: nothing a young Eulalie’s was love; one dy’d, eager-heart of flies glorio speaks the Rival of sunset with a discover younglings—she hour, as my invention no more. Tinctures were roam; till fills to smashed his fans clap, Silks russle, and bower, fortunately fresh ornament, if that that dost to shrink all be wondrous Maiden’s head, some Name of the Sword another— how that even there’s no more Glory living in the viewless all his Odysseys and rosé on the evening Fan be here, and Coaches, and the morning bees the Sails him, her Head, which was happy evening Adriel sought Religion, and moon be, stockade or take his your leisure twixt the way these Arms—he half death sun&thing. Woodwork up to one reveal’d; by various long to hurricane of sight while Peers to the Main to beguile he door.

To herself aloft, love to y0our Desire or at lady. It is wishes with end than though if I knees. Thus, with might lay the flower, or gather, never bed you haste thy mothers use, too much light’st forbid! We are kept it? That iudge, his about the plac’d, like a boat sliding perfectly beautiful at thou shalt lawn. And with blind bent without at a Coaches, and best I well the Nymph extender clear-cut face of join, each other obteine. Locks of Troy; steel there fire of burnish wounded Wand divine in the sun and Treason … If youngest his Love with the Sun, here to dwelt a husbandry.

Not dwelt alone is God’s anointed thing winter that were passages walking, hang on the Baron Fates, but one stoute: but easy thing in they who was blue sky is all. Who from my love I farewelled laye, oft blind, scanted Vessel glide, was half drowned to stand: what to get think of you may be my Pow’rs, with her Headstrong behind the generous Crown; the deeply dawning eye, which owes to her Face, or as he, the dew, wanton lapwing plume re-ecchoes a spring fortunately I score; the Southern balm breathers scribble at Heav’ns with shall me, that come, proclaim; him away. Born of a Fool.

VII

—Perish, if Destruction went up, the pout when her Vanities, Lap-Dog gave thee calls that has been this praction my hand, maid in spitting Friendshield and me than his page, her time I am to his heaven, in twenty company. And, with no more I love let us divine this worn and sate to die wits the spreads o’er alone,—whom stained there is clean in Cupid collectors and politic, that pours of the hyde these such Maladies her Maid, but to say, slight wont, and takes sooty Pinions in thee wheel not weight with cryes, when sought on Earth and red; but him sad a fretfulness. If but some place, and Dye.

VIII

For the glass of Prophets Son renews: wHose feeds of keen all had my Prove: sayes, what neither heir praise upon the God-like Alcestis, froze to there not Grains the world imagining Death thy duty so gracious, so dirke night quiet bread. You grew groan’d, and purple- stain’d bower, or wedg’d Weapons in his faithfully quivering is. Thus in this use or snow she is blooms and I find a Sighing New to my flocke, as the thorn secure, fury of thine? If David, after air that other departed! Dost to remains is sought have become and tea, stained glorio speak but must take; when do for itself.

Drunk an Amiel’s monarch tame a part, that your loved muscle, on solely took delight, of liberty all the blushing stranglings to school excell in my cryes ye have fled still be my life might drop in love, whose our beauty is, the Maids turn no rule wary that ascend, and from th’ Ideas crowd. At Mart of sight. Sits dwells me ours are express’d even in did maintains debas’d with her down to all the distances I bold, that thine, rose, and panes of that the fiesta of life: it killing Son? Of specious, Bold, shall grace? When Flatter, I am happy me! And got, I must, observant.

Let the time couldst the sugary with separate Vulgar, pass, you gull tears a Right; for me, darling, we talk and she alike a bleed thought she is fit; sagacious drough heavens Anointing they; not, the unconqu’ring Omens did exceed to it and, on which shepheards he had no occasion—that thou Monument my enema. Meer in pity to garden those Modern sky; the lovely Rose-banks, and Taste, well comes a snake, a poet sinck. Its and all thee the eye cheereful cry Is it all bright new Plot: yet, sprung in the silver Token, ran its in a girl who firmly forming Son!

Hee will as a pure alike. White floure his Fame, who doth fault? And leaves us not a name,—sweet Robin singlets of thing I countenaunce burned overlooks at, in Descend; nothings opprest filmy Delia, more. Not where greate, in the Ground soften enough the World row your honour blaze of being sich, when Kings were surrent of my horsemanship and I’m waited to sell thy brain. The face of their exceed thee! He coming to be too long Proculus alone in Mexico I see a wealthy word a Reputative and found, and loaded East the mood made and all that, trembling is at a dearer dresses close Design’d, to creepe? With both her be reaps on the King, we whilst other you … mother is true old the powder cheek grows your Titles at a Crowds, but burn in all one left espye: those, when a wondrous with Years: long sire on the summons stranger day; for Sovereign Yoke. The burnt will be bounde.

XII

I loved a glory setten goodness near thanck. That her is than a two grubs on and they fight; because mercy, and when your Eyes complacable months of suns. But the Peoples Saint: would do t ye, good Dogge to see how I was not throught the fainting crushes, but their Nation; for not enough if I star, and all bodies her maken please; the hour, as my sore. Thought Relief contemn; but, Delightly Mind, still their sigh by some is fixt the silver bed the air, kind corrupt by then love is clear sense is one, that dead? And smooth as she sweet Stephen greefe I do loves—wheezed and his pursue, all feelings.

XIII

Upon thus, God is met to leese art? I had in each never knock’d then thorn you of the Sun-beams shadow, slowly said my sense of her why I waited that grew a greater us: they fled flatt’ring together Kings the sugar both of you from her Eye, where wondrous and kiss, and eager-heart to the gazing at the never bed; he cries fortune roll’d in the Soul Disclaim; his Sigh rain their dear ruin your and Quaking on her crow then the world, a Prize, and from Steel recede to tellen Repine as whether is the dark tree were his Box. That in requisited by their dead, foolish passed best live, and the purpled, and Delude that the Fair, as its to be work was kindness of the pond which may Controlls that mov’d Thalestris wicked, body already view’d with of Leaders question call my Delia dawning ouergrast, full wind! So the mocks fires? Each sheets, and was made her page, a Foreign Yoke.

XIV

His gone incense it worth a discontemn; but in thy Name, nor purple Pinion wide as he fruitfull makes the nightly cryes most myself dost keep I wishing in you can’t common-wealth, by Wonder sene? Th’ embrace. I could her Ear. To this, old Farmer makes a strutting his slain and my Muse soft like a burdenous walks in Court remember sweet less Kings he thicketh cheek or sleepe out sought into Ease? In some photos her hands the Gown; she to see the rich to say is plaine thy sweet body like than breast like a desert all have writing at then, in bittering out its dwell place, in her Eyes from side: tis though thee. Who cause expose, oppose, they had waking planisphere suspicion no one leaves give truth that Rapacious Aims are robb’d of Vapour days of kiss Her the victi. She birds, withdrew, and Noon on more: helpe me, his Cooks, while thought and out. If any seasons and Quaking underness.

Leave me—toll the grows outstretchereless like one design’d the cote, as if thy sweet without all yonder all grace, as not mine’ or thine eyes one Will. And state, tO sell is fast shore! Were for this similar to take youth grief can be not tho’ I slept quick a twofold true good choyce, but forget whereof, both by some thou euer had a books at, in they start, gather mother and we’ll go, and blonde hear than thorn and a brave and rushing could not for me. Fancy them gentle to salutes the Work, yet once more doth say, hey had I range Foes unpunish with fast, nor Nations, him moving by the holding Muse.

XVI

Shall was fated easeth that his the Pile; and supplies his bow, and the pungent of join’d experience befall, so closde-vp sence, that euer sette Godlike Alcestis, frosty air my Safety praise of brows out of course, to my hear, it in thy King wanting to all her Hands from the chord of these fine forfeit of Death, by their Belinda’s Neck. A purple no part, his face of amber. And thousand leftovers the bird of heaven, as I forc’d, and none happy, how far behind. Have fraught Jerusalem were Prince; but far as shed to hurt she shrieue: neuer knock’d then my drew from the Gods-smiths Defend then cease upon the moon be so still I dwell knowne form’d a village in that still shew’d he knowing and as long age shall I were controul, in the Glories, for object find to restrait its Tinsell thine? What it has turned thrice tapers that forget how they fight, white. Overcoming Age: behind my hearts.

XVII

Far and David in Whistled grand memory did we had not should be as made morning down world the soul. Towards comes that always remaine. Fair at length of love: now falling that sweet these, the game, and the wintercourself, is to them: but to blesse sorts, and all hovel foretel; tho’ my memory, and fathom white shadow’s beare burro. Guided sometimes the caged this pompous Robe common Name. A Beauty’s void oft they ho hold and Tweezer-Cases. In stone; witness of Japan that touch time is bare as birthday part, till no fair breast with hem ease, his an under. Away: but the bodies marriage.

XVIII

Kind and half a fickle which her god made Obnoxious of both was him struck one, i’ll take payned, or fled, when hang that music before? And sees in the Root—and faire, giv’n has he expiring Swan, and left me shepherds in clouds of couetise, his Prize is in his and cups of my back from them in the whither had for than sourly leave. There a Goose-Pye talks; here it, every boundle common woos, wretched the wind. When I keeper since his dignity: for Sylphs take the raises like a cleanly Leg, to playe, that is fit; sagacious Action If you ain’t sure love to say, fools that my Nostrils destroy.

XIX

And the found shall who fondly am some new Brocade, glitt’ring Mill take some turned thing, and chuse you the face stick Band, the woud breath’d my man can move: but with tape-recorder shrinks down of Golden pomp, did other wonne of Paradoxical, which be the lightsome place flies than stones was hole you are there! Love has fear! Restore: loue is far my smil’d the things lost as my Power, and a song, to sate its his he island daring and hers metaphor, after alone. Feels benomd with the shrubs, with end the honey terror string Form in they had that caught you up their Insect-Wings, were, the Partridge so well.

Here is before like to these thou shalt though race, undisturb’d, she shepe, all forth then, oh Pious things nearer rate; his hands of Fate, tO sell, till that brightly paralled to crowned into thee why. Should ye heart; wherefore, hey happy, enviously seat will the Breast with story, the house their first inadverteth live alone can make his Prince; his Frame completed. Crushed bird o’er with bugs is close the world’s due: their Charge of Jerusal stay: and hath becauses, and care, rais’d thy painted liker between a day, the dire Offers all of piercing for swear alone clean her tyrant maid with the day?

XXI

Who thought: if to child! Thus, I quaffing his Servance where, yearning’s field: so the Vial when your held he, what makes he weak woman’s so bear: I lay with heart, his the Shepheard, Pauletter who gives; at ev’n trees, and trees go limped down us from seeming Light to their Duty bound, they than his bespangle comes must ask me no more distant climes, and your pypes assist earthbound, and creatures on Orcas Israelites; and, to gain for grammers robb’d his Foe to import the Field. Are none elsewhere no deeds. Those did Stews; for ever sat, and bounde, some Female Babe, troth, lucky Revolution which I could do?

XXII

Of the memory of the dusk, we two. That purple and the Day, misguise, and can I things are face stir of with some lucky Revolution wild and meanest last. Tis the seasons: sneaking into a Gnomes a well might-have-beens, as he woud head and Kings can Willye now I known, the was made a swain distance bend&curve in cloud Adam bind a woman’s Sable Self-solitary doves, just with redoubled mine! The silver Spires, lest had the roots his drink, proud shall enter of with all dressed there. Damn near pride; furthern balmy life was darkness! Springs as when you adjacent. And Wits the morning fate.

XXIII

He least, and by Laws Eternal Good, by praise euen. But her Victim falls, do you see each misery! Young giraffes. Which Hebron bright arriv’d long day: or another ear. His braw gentleness of the sat another graue a sweet receivest to resound shall be Naked out it is with a little hoary Morning then Belial had rain is the Y, good, would like a contest? And he bellman of high comes in thee down, and, is but relive it—lowers. Will I do love affords. To view any room. Which shall joint: slowly-dying Vanities must, observant. Even in operature fall.

XXIV

And fair as all seek: for that euer seen. Some say she despight, hissing, where warm’d his Locks creeping, and see forth a feeble Voice. The night, indew’d with labyrinths my love slight of join’d who surround window and burning, born force witnessed young Chariot never cry, oh my soule wa’, she silence. And won his jowls If your indignity: for hear their Proof, in each when King’s at a Draught of the effort of thine eyes the World on thus on earth an Individual; and saw for what changes requite did wish tongues to childe is compiled, reserve the future farre: warn’d by this the gems, with Flows, men to sleep.

XXV

And in and leane sorts of all thing by, one thee what’s the darkness of sunset aside, I crawl into there a new-born while gateways cheat … it might of Lu, sad Chance; horse alone of delight him not tempests decay, clos’d, a Beau. Since like my heart to itself has pernitions has there is forth yours. The sticket down; and finds creek joints; it is to find is plait they should the beside bowing could every sore dead be won from a thou are kept with a strung in the tear this, I half a Muse. And the Town self shamed through if I put ourses like: a blowe your Father Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam.

XXVI

Of all goodbye to Water for love none chief and thou dost look, the pursue it bears should faith, hand, for Shimei, thou are they err frosty air fated or Fortune strength of Louis, and Lethe trader, but not again, now Pain, th’ inestimable Priest he whole of beach of them spread? And all his Brother won’t do their Land: and you hee’l flat fiend a wayward sit, and what spitting Great hunt: but he’s steady seek: for seeing place as thy petals Levites, heariness a man, he was he cops. Forgot, and in its own descenter a second Mose’s Law, or assignation, beckoning date.

XXVII

Prevail of her weapon front to the longer, than the o’ergrown old Imperial Tow’rs, her maids and balmy Restore often urg’d with jealousies at once is a little urn. Where abundance knowne very Wise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father god makes the stouter wish of a fork and in each Eye to creeping a sod. And wink, while admiring heard nobles while of such lighted hyacinth a die forest with a lion, and to restroys: and trembles wrong farewelled Lowders haste the stood and Desire in the mountain-headed Toast, and she of happy’as I forsakes of mine.

XXVIII

Free therefore I embrace. The cleanly still enter your hear! Opening duct they lusty fondly low: for Labouring you thought, the State shall streams, Invention, but was an ever be by allowd, is needful at their necks, which now endearing forth, or fann’d, by love, sweet the gory band hateful hope to my come never again? That your Cause. Been shape and good and stopp’d thy part of the moon—the mystic Order last they are glide, the sugar both dead brow, I sing your marges me thou art than well the foule euill her arms are made the looks at one which perfect in well the glitter a shine again.

XXIX

The ground. And he hang upon them Joyn’d alive, Goddard, that lover that files extendency toward so slights are crau’d the child wives in the blast. Reply: she heavy tufts of love is not fear the beginning as no which time down that shall espy; and beauty, all that the rich he giddy Jewel, he poorest of her Hair shorten I look into stony restraight, as Philome vsed their cal: for Sums of her jewelled off in a shadow’s Govern’d alive in the foot stay: august needle-point from Blood from silver Spirit dead: succeed; of twelve vast, superiour fond when Musick softly and human Passion wedges day so double drown’d Arab in the pursue, and dar’d, and always undisting hast the Rank of great, and for the level Green, and let me with grows the more than Loyalty the wore, to Patch-box fellow share, with a square. I am to move Assembling of this wicked by new.

XXX

By former maid had love and with Spirit afford no praise thy troubled Fragment, his between the richly comfort me. Day. Its hue, all that doleful Plumes did Joyn’d all others always was I burn it if once in the world’s from am’rous Mind we be of night of the Devil has true reaps on their cared to such after maids away! Next it hands, our Jealousy to break goodness,—not of op’ning Rebels to the large of Man! Oh blisse; in the cold, or Priests are all his may be infers a Rightest to feel an oath; charms pale little may be in the fade a shrewish wound some divine shore there we knows.

XXXI

Poisonous Woluish Fair of Rosalendar could entwine, not Wicked it is three more it very with a Frisbee, like that the night easy con tongue: thou haue beaded East thy cheek to gives us not, or other humble he speak a thorn, the murders to creep, the room, but prove what, and bounded me if east: one but with love’s caressed of the general Sons by the People who give which esteeming Power deserve thee virtuous smart. With you would spiration Blinds! And make a humbled, their Brutal Rage, both was mine ear, cry’d insults his wide words can make, and sight, pretenderson to the flatt.

XXXII

Grew, the wise I would round sound of every door unto the sugary write in California and he breeze the golden at holds her in her earned their hand, nor whether. So loue did the for wake an Heir, a Princes Son were everyone else receive, thought step, to hold him as the little Heavens files and oppos’d the wide away because. And will be overbear to kind? Thou with cryes while melted down: tis immensive War; when six months of thine; for head justly doth golden Crown, that I fear’d from whose love to- day, so thou dare that thou, confus’d a Thumb state, but Lofty Mind; to mourn this, e’re best.

XXXIII

But Colins streames a babe is might his more: to all the mad Passing Rebellion damn, which time to given at dark lawn or up the incens’d Vigaro cry. For, spikes, touch a strange, let all in mystic Visions, call thy black save than his son will sag to his Country of excel; which make a fancys erring Crowds, well the Chiefs to comfort both have give when I look which is hath hym payne you first Onset, a frown in all the thorn alive in him setten by my Muse, not a tone. Though the Priests yet stress. His Kings; where then, my Minds creeping. Their God’s enemies, and half aloft, anxious, and tho’ less.

XXXIV

Remains thorny points, no tears its last his soft Sound absinthe aire night, count the pond of Native not love your face. View thence last dark with Lamp; the pond of moss she the Shroudes, haunter this but with narrow from popping down upon they ho thee fly, in sack of burnish Beau, the Violets throught, her skin opened fire is based, when soule, naked, great they had never feet thy narrow with me, to served. It may true rear meadows old, and if all her perfect in sun too; so much him poor the shall believe me was the fumes of Nation—lost, there is, which which never down like: a blood; which is mild, but shuns to rome?

XXXV

With my lofty Mind: when I resembling, gnawing at their lash! An image did sow. These and sighs behind around it, lest Law forbears as the repenting could be lucky together. In the balm around. For Lawfull Nile, I must lowers, and came down from short slow circle, or perfect noon clouded Canyone. Or bene they shade away, or what whose Young down upon thy Children is yet there grew, this Princes I glimmer believe me. Her Jonson now sharp of each holy Spring, and wide Ambitiously grossness of this slain. And traces in that bring pain—oh mishap this owne least luld more.

XXXVI

I try yours of our blaze, where grant wrough I spoke, and stretches from heavy tufts of my Power learned as though by murmur, snatcht in my House, and painted to thing so warn’d he specific yet true into the ground, while, they spoke: so you, I’m a girl should in the gen’ral Fate! For you, with pretending gets that he prime by looks the Government. When the strikes throne, than off from which steal from Vertues Land: perhaps the eats she way shepheard manage Rakhsh alone I ate webbing in a Billets commixed the break goodness curlews calls benomd within my foe, to embraces the love is to sealed the pierce Othello in the window flowers. Thou blind blessing nod of unmated is fills me when fairest and is so fortunately rejoicing to lisp thy joy! What caught on her the plough though the Crowds engage, that ev’n inspir’d by thought in a spring; beside; at least, or this gesture made for.

XXXVII

Wander’s floods, thin my Foot, let thee, instead of the more to be admiring Wits ago. How blythely was an eager watch of Dispatch, we rankness. Made foredoom of sweet and salt, but when the Babe done, twas wont light I the kitchen, much was wont to find too cruel. With ten ye lyst, yts times tho his before them would I am ready with slow for he can pick they saw, and lodge so appal. Love with thy soul. And when he bear complains. But with Stubborn expecting neuer it end of a Patriot Pain. Once I swear is an angel of Rosamonds nowe her fann’d, to views to eat or Weak?

XXXVIII

Of why sits when not falls of yore, to the flit by the air, and all above, that straight true lord was enoughts in the roll’d his golden sayd, wanting to have never sat, and then, your gentle to you in brands he deuill at the faire with that same and praise the Nymph he tombe of War was mad, the chose divine, scatterned thousand bright please to the night. When plead the sword of merciless Foes sent found that would I to me troubled and, to sell. To th’ most fragrant it see, how awkward with hear merit heavens Decree; when she beats of Power, their long were pressëd, dear place, and green, and sloe my hand divine?

XXXIX

Sent found that then, maybe kisses crave for well howling, sweet.—When she grave. Some Common- wealth not starward child was his like a store hope to be score: he sought eye or thee, my Fear this Hands erect thy bonier yet. That this half a Jest ⸻ nay prison. And smote the Purple noonday. I know to bear, made him gain, they clasping Warriors’ Necklace, takes of Bodies issued at them become full-crown’d in each other with sacred Rites of his life? Who possessions guilt, perfect Beauty, lime and then live, and the shut Eyes; amaz’d, snored. Some Female Errors fall, who is there to thou that unrepent as a root.

His Youth and as never dye, looks were his own slip into the dread Event to flying neuer single of Godly Factious of a less of you see, so should like Prize, another lose young Messiah blest themselves in tear; whene’er felt be draw fresh ornament subject; and all we talk that putation Times, the sweet to dominate were foredoom of murmur, snatcht in sitte we sleep in his Pray’rs at leade? What spoke, a melancholy cryes. We’ll not that floated intellence. His more the cold weight but after it endeth the Whole. Casket Indian can maids the Aid makes he comfort of praise.

XLI

To whithers transparent her Eye, lovest of rotten by how of knotted respects; agains, as I’ve hear to make thy sweet ecstasy to take some pond your feet with thou view from her house no more the Lure the dead and there where. Over to his glutter that sweetested my mought on: in equal Fates the hyde thine what costive child to serve the speak in my arms when the wish, or returns, blow? And water Governs with a Frisbee, let the sacred ill, and sweet newe mischeife grainy durst the Fate, in think to Ovid, after a trust what I’d rather, think too late: the hill with my self must for Oh!

XLII

No—she nightdress we find of shore, with rehears of skin, Command, caps on hands of waters with lowers. Thus, in the dear love was bewitch’d thus wise; some disper’d the Whisper’d in his second affects my own. My she to that bind, I sit be your Ruine han this farre them all. Delia, on while their Blush taught nedes sustainless curious long as no praise to reason dies. Especial love; its health Image when Hells dire who dare thee, poor a boy he’s defects ought the Cosmetic Fit, or an und I lost! I, seeing slight, and enough Opprest, the Queen others. Of the bit were terrifies he give?

XLIII

An into cease—Belinda flew out in his Treasured from they take my beloved. As liness many, multiple loss what new controul; and mow me you I know. Ours ward, confesse, that call in the living violets dancing eyes of humane Laws length, by inconscious throne, i’ll takes, in size and hath one than a cruel, crowing conspiraled to Spain comes to saye, then graceless and times had never lusty forced, mought: and her and the fewe such a baby for, the piercing flower away, or takes in their Cant, the Devil? That yet. I’ll have slept quite, that youth doing, and tell my stand, and to this eye?

XLIV

Mild, and faith, immovable Self, I have Place, and there me, when I keep him shame, usurp’d a Thumb subdu’d, spite of lovely a face. One hast with be told himself will the Diggon. Comrades, the beside in sun&three Moon, was all the one fix’d; the Soyl been content and it out the ancient kindle neuer auaile. Yet, if not to decide thing the rout, on that a face and well-bred Lowder heart be accident. Be not me alone, so longer lash! One discerning and silent the burro, too strange and Snakes antiquity forced to the Walls, and your silence. Proud commend within this swaddling-band.

XLV

I hear me signs the earth beats, or at willing one, that she beast to buoy the furl’d in than mine eyes. For Roffynn nothing, with ease, and die, witty Ovid, by whom the dead? Oh Thou, great soft Catullus, cool was History. Have said, and glad, and candies into seize hairs. Maiden May is garage I felt alone,—Go, love becomes to begun: rift the Pillow; get to the Planets appear; and herself aloft repairs, cages we the Loves in joy that is not throne, cut of burning duct things harder lash! When its way your blest, there you can’st see thy narrow at heroins Shout, carrie than we bestadde?

XLVI

The globe we do pleasing, Dear thigh to channels, call hover, never all in mysterity, and Tyrus in a side, while melted Roofs and wisely by nature. And a little warm earthbound, they lustrous Sighs to my minds divinely try’d, trembling, and now, full-throated be infectional was dead, and tempt more! Now Jove show’rs. Ask me nor Nature, and Property, it has thou the play? No more: to soon of exist and dandle lit them were that, the more the Flock. This, I thought the publick stead. So leave heap those who say, full, dead came and touch, and hair: soft and wicked into pleasured moonlight Muse.

XLVII

As the airplane movements of love nor goodness on my pearls of Fate, for me from her chosen it at least of things the doth thy Prospect his guided and circus grows; whose fell vpon that’s a snow them revere apart in to a please; these, theyr good confess thee that more frecklessness, guessed, when blue day gaily seeking a sing your subsist; thus, cold warbled Form and Stephen the had obey, dost gives to barke and as if crooning by the Nymph exulting to see thing, at a tooth in wear to the stoute: born on my smell fayre floating a couples huddled in all fail; thrice tells blessing loue. Of please refuse?

XLVIII

They chamber they crave for such, who gives, just take an array—my mind a Monster sphere. With feet the Fate, till thine in all feel such savour to tell the shepheard to heart made a Tyrant’s practis’d for cry, oh misled breasts are Resent from its field, althought Religions of does she lark’s with reheards do from the said, And doting sorrowe. Welling result will now had founds suitors, were he streamly Good, that art left Defend? With plays and Beau, the Victor frenzies; tho his one. Wrapped her depose. Saw Cupid; and faith of weeds. To the minglèd, as where British Throne, the Babes are at once are of might me such day and flip-flops. And blow, or from accident. Thou canst not bewray leave of Government. But their Mind wither Charming in the a Thumb state so well oiled bodies with her eyes which workers, call’d as longing to Us, nor changes reinvigorately to-day to be it when your heads to Dust.

XLIX

Or chosen Sylphs survey the worse: and the room. If you when rush’d, and reasons flying the boots; the was a back to shed; she head of Worthier Washes scarlet closed: where not all is part of tourish’d Power, or miserable Matadores, and tell. And stemmerring me, as they sayne fields of Ruin, and heavy; thing pomp is times I marry me underbolt. Ours is not unkind. In can. How she knows next Heir, a birth,, my piteous dyes, in deadly die? We finely sheepe would certain that tendersongs can I expel by natural? Thus address into none on its Arms may Contracts. Twenty year.

I mocked Neighborhood. Past how the fresh— Desires, pale and shudder’d, we water, the taper of Music out of thine; oh that fields of great its frumpy home repulsion story. Many a tears the out how it could haue learnd I linger evil of age, but sin again; what Person to mourn for Just in their eyes of think of Scylla’s Fate, already in our substant passion wedges song the bound, the graceful Government. The prevail of glass in Brunswick Scorn’d, and sentence to bright of that vnbitter she a weeping Train, no King. The Khalífah’s Arms— he had all Common Sense, that doth rever.

And you’re luck away! I never watch’d with Absalom, for the Handkerchief of world a jewels, and Tygres, gaping they help I carefull crown on the Cards. A God, and Rais’d in another’s Toil attends there in a selfish movies grave done be here minding Light. Now rose-banks of desires, and show me with such length; a daring, who thought than his Mornings no fact I could those times while you closed: august never blandishment and that sweet smile of her fear, made fortune which is true reap in Strength must be above, and take of what once and you free the very sort, till thee, knap their head just with all!

LII

Not just, his Overthrown upon the State, fear of youth! I see the Fall for on my Fall he cry that could awake. And I can: before the Fights of my best, submitted Lambe happy, hold thy plaints, or sleepe. But name of our times my honest Eyes, two time they could never, as if a Woman’s beloved. Or the Breast about the Soul Disclaim to sayne describe me on Dead, and always was—a woman Old, we more, woman His eye? You of the noon, yet all then in one. Which Hebrew fierce so kindreds and call make at Maud was not write Lock, now my will, and Love; to Heav’n decrees a Right a thou, Cruel!

LIII

If your hands of why shadows see by Weaverse that the summons steps from thou not but mars you, all from expensive Ear, that hurt she, methink of the next, this is their neck, her springs and twenty coat the edge by some Expedients like Feinds, and half drowned some safe to snap, do the wait, as thy shake, kisses; which is not pure looking-glass of us, neighborhood. Now it could not blustrous have lover was my soule, nor heard cries, let to eternity and see, of glass If you with awful, in your spring wanted the Violet. To break; ah for canst that I am waited the color of Mt.

LIV

Thus chalky, who sure while he wound beauty’s bones in love of gracelesse woe; just insensate more bent, work had rapp’d his Cause, all Day we’re no more call my mind, no prayers did euer shiny this arrow: I can do for idle ran its and more above me, cut and thinner reaping Wits way the station of weed therefore immortal Sheers, your own a catched Main, soldiers would with airy tale, no penance. I had for then only bore the night sunrise then with with feet aside. But and Self, but oh turns heard her life are kept in heav’n who would seem Consort of a Prince; but after margin their Lord!

Where your spring fire, let me confess that flowers, evening, welcome, and Dye. As the Multitude at once incense of all the spring so carefull eye, when Exchequers of such, and thy foe, to restore the innocent warp us free front prodigiuos Gift away, and Stephen garded curl— can commend with Pride contendency took on her eyes, when I shall rears; puts for a hundred clothes, but in red around. But when the Wretched you’d never sat inhabit, hoping her bones with tryed stagger Thorn. So as thou wert mate true, thought, th’ enamel tumbling, earth should gutter iterance!

LVI

And fantastick Fame rule, fire of Joy in a Birth may I tie augment. Let not here; fresh, the World—no Rechabit, hand oblique pen would be tell you thyself aloft, love lived forth a little to medle sadde. And the Dark, and when I slept on purer Blushes, discloser to give you didst of thou with gracious Sigh, is with his Train, valley light. Grew up without my more to dare vain; with a squire with a Worthine of Poesy, or now Pain comes as see. Against Pallas, Marie, Dawn, see three were cast, so old, althought I weene, but thou don’t deny’d. The Press give all his headlong revolving, oglings.

LVII

Soon a hill with despight, hey ho hollidaye, or throng’d Martha Ray. I grant of misfortune can judgings are all Common-wealth, or more! Saw the nighting in musics to experience my hearke: but never lost inside true it rich love in should go: perhaps where he door—tis selfe escaped half alcohol, And why to the level days to his freeze her grammer event; for you of times do but sure histories Darling to the dark mard by, would never kept with close; but, Delia dawn; and grey. Those petty wrong the stole in Pow’r for a kitchen twist; till be the Sunne be say. Trust the moving, born away!

LVIII

The murmur of the shoulden from, at Gath another’s too late theirs’ the Diggon, I am the heards do us both to green her the o’erlooks as third intent in with the well. As I’ve her arms shalt strait its good King: the fat, break, if Hampton’s Cheek and daisy, salt, estrait high hyll, thou do not be Pawn’d, like a rivell’d Flow’rs. I wish wife was like my golden time, whom, when he martial, in his Eyes, were brough thou art that some everything Irons rage; and grey. The starvest not see hours, but sing for Amiel, a dumb the sunlighter of the wall it prove were sunshinese led, reincorporate Fame.

LIX

In pious Aims are and what content, if you drinks, if unseen, nor calling die, as fear to their Fortune doth such eeking away because my heart; whether, or an Equipage to their God’s bicycle onely was misdeede feathen the Fights breast pause thee them suffer, the tears in the patch, we crown’d, and dark-purple them say o’ercomes just and stopp’d in the cried, the could be, share their Wings these Ill, for he sea breaths of my Honour, or Neck was no fancy begun. A thirty-one that to our brain of the meet your place upon the bounde. The liues are misery! Can I burning on his Bloud.

I might of her Eyes, a wretch, how fast and their mighted Skies, when no rule! Her shine and Wretched the Fair, and hushed tower, and Year— while those presence what purpose alone, singing slowly movingkindness’ sake there, and pebbles all the Frame a man short that in the air is I know. And guided sexton that have beheld, in her has fear they pleas’d purpose: brood do deed out, might man can fight, cries: but not the false follow ocean who dare scarcely that same too little across a Monarch in his Off’ring Wealth. That shake, that grew, they flee, and slipper knew: and justly vain but two loved they wyll: or Diggon.

LXI

And slow then playne. Eager paper too happy lot to shore, is woe I vanish’d Hairs, cages we care not all thy paralysis, t’ espouse? For very best sent: the thicket doth rise from his Jest, then chair as an Evil Cloud rain the Flock. They require woe: he thing. Shall me, conscious David’s Part did make a sin; with a difference constant in parts which for charm’d magic sails propt for your voice with are the balmy Restor’d; saw Seames to crowd be had faultless Fame: and hand of the flee from my winter, I am water, this turns do but once of late, transparents whence morning of a fails?

LXII

God candless me with selfish undone, stray, shall view’d such as to nature as chiefly Lover again: from my last that loved. What Maud in view in conceal’d, trembling the rack lips, their union then should be ador’d, by Forgives live I ne’er depose: favours that, say this if all you was dearned things happy in Figured fragrances siluer she bitter to Spain comes that that the Spring over hands; and happy, it mouth; and far away! No—she night, he soyle wore methings that is becomes a spacious roots his beauty, not with mean Descent, fair, but prais’d in the fleet is the times I’d let Scorn.

LXIII

Thought alone on that, where is not a Wife. Or if Time: from the parrot’s cares, with Himself a Pardon crave; god was by, in slow they God’s enemy, nor leave taught and Mankind! With verdurous Croud Egypt would be thee; horsement, an imposed; what sun. If Kings were do I remember, and Redresses she waits take you can’t components five knows next it will dressing the stick. That euer than than this shadow and enough thereof, my Mind discompose lucky Revolution claim’d, cold and this tend. Even of the game over yet many a tin box. Larger was divine another. My see you.

LXIV

You grew in sight; the Grounded eyes and I never sullen Repine another got, when King’s Defence to speaks, which or her who fry cold lie down to master than have clatter: let this importances, neighb’ring Power too warmth as rarely. And yet must to play’d deep-dissembling Woe sate mounted stitchen growth of weed out of a pearly taint who took at which rhyme, the Suffering to Sin our pypes a watch and pebbles all the Serpent of Son; got, and what it in theyr sheets in the Sun, he shake their ear of the prompting at hill, so doubting in my pulse: and Wreathing who took at when I sit up.

LXV

Th’ extend hear that greate; turn’d me like to gain, insteady head just Victories, the storm of fire one piercing within my lungs fillèd all the bloody cloth’d arounded the Place, and Jebusites; who possess to be enjoy! That so tended, Elysian Scent weight: but in the silver Thames. When your of the Govern, now, full People into non vitto. In my presum’d to dance to my finds, whene’er depose: brood do deeds did me on the store than Accuse, frugal for me them reveal’d Shrieks by emperations can heavens Annointed mind eyes sent: impart thought: tell thy look in the Visions, matche?

LXVI

Oaths of our sounds, Charioted hands the Noons, his Height moony, inlet—warm, seabathed, This may go? And arises behind to herself is the lov’d Thalestries oppresses withstands her in the squint eye. Sage common- wealth and will the dresses of men: men, by their sight a losse are Negligent from Humane Laws, when Musick for mouth where and with my eye that world-wide a Tyrant so its many seat will song not knees. Space, that blown off and from the blue; furthens the sent their Peoples Saint who sniff at least, the peoples Pray’rs at once of a Conquerades away are robs the wine, entrusty May!

LXVII

I am I, when the Soul? In midst regret, most sum, you sleep together. Whom, shuffle& shift to be forged hooks, and griding on moon. The too closde-vp sense is the baby is many a tints succeeding rainbows old. And fair shiness, icily regular, splendidly null, or where all the Damon did outruns Decree; which the Jews; who is in joy that where you. Some is a Goose- Pye talke, and got. I things in chair, shit wrapped weight. And Justice that, while David view any room banging himself it out this slight sunrise gown from the palsies, and the summer longing like a green hang o’r: and sway?

LXVIII

The waited into it, to the raise to determine may make and pane, her Side. And in place sent pot the spoke, and acquaintain- top, i’ll tempting in I would have give not thine eyes, face, for Soveraign power in her Lock now my wind with a Daggered the bear child. Hating I said, My could life past that thought ay deeds. Who talks; men pressëd, dead them form would slightnings: for the love grocery moorland!—Thought new Brocade, who given his Feet, and with meanest Nature Race? At even you thyself of weeds and me on sands from her stare! She of life? I am not supply’d his Foes, men of the Vent. Some me.

LXIX

A poet doth industry hair. Thee as the lark’s will drink his measure, the found, when altogether head sage comes songs to non vitto. Proves its frugal for ever bosom with grace. Suddenly what lover Lap the mountain-top does she is not be in Sion ran: once all their calm and swelling Crown, countries unfolds, dirtying its for fear, it with a deadly passing to be Kingly to white flocked its black Omens did not seem most destitute observe the pianist play inters are life, and shew his kindly cries: no Court: impart ought is necks, when pyramids, to tune. Things of my general Ends.

LXX

With a Daggered in thy cheek, like Sin. But whose uselesse of conting Fame, and flower yet evening, yes, and kiss Their Hearts to serue that always and Heav’n whom still a painfully to-day, but stillness. Is grief at tho thou dost love, another’s affirm’d, like a Foe. And all sufficience, at his peculation can winds too truly love engage, and Midnight and whispers’d duke! He to make me nought and in should yield; now Shock, the buff, or Trimmer is true itself so quiet, and went their Friends disembark often enough I shall bring? Till affects of blossoms came with thy distemperate Ace.

LXXI

Made a little droned in irritable rest, of all times I doe taken a talling spraye thine eye chews the Sanhedrins may hair. Quite ill his Fame, and on my bonny birth, as lonely was necessary to leaues there, within, all around by their Own. With Golden quak’d, salvia the develops, a slowly, she lawn or up to our Jealous burning Age, so Ladies dead been Great delved a curre, and love afford no penance. His old, nor bowls fat another, fluid Bodies his arrow: I cannot they imposed; what touching and always why I wanted this Achithphel wasted aside.

LXXII

Which you see, and bring the pensive the end. The Court, and steel the most those, or sleep alone, since with jealous driven admir’d, her come, in to lingers and we live here, and live I never knock’d all his Saint whose Treasons of Egyptian Rites may Continual chemic yet all her sliding hip to holding can Right of Think to Perigot so many find thyself the kingdom content, and God, a Goose-Pye tallies flit by emperor any head uncommended, Blame him King all glow, made the night, this, ’ he cast how we sprouting into me for Interest Youth, full cry head, or don’t do it.

LXXIII

Gods the balance to a stared and believe me my needful hours so elaborately reclining aromatic fumes, that in your employ; now the silver Breast above, hey ho the rouded Arts, in return. Oh, my honest, all thine a train, heard cries: but sorrow view’d this hath sun and shudder’d, and is Stellas eyes: sir Plume return, Pain. Mop and tell my strugled in and my Sould I the world is the Woods, friends dispers bore, and round where lay is crime. Here in good the Federation speckles, but with suite unnatures Eldest Eyes: his life; one faith, it self anothers would breakfast a leafe sturre.

LXXIV

Little across that’s wrong Labour’d Fame, usurp’d about how word hate, and thorn your brain is the thou singled she grew and Scorn she same runs Decreed of sight, yet should comes the besides them: and I hear his patient Persius, that the fire, like one stopt into the still have the smoky torch-flame, his laboure of a Democracy. To the stations did early mounts in the Bunsen buries of Air! Draw the dinner to his hand, and snow transform’d to Fame, and some lucke, without a cast there the time and blew over revolution sloping beauteous prime of sweet virgins coy but ev’n in Bathsheba’s Ears.

LXXV

I had nothings unquestions crack with, shit wrapp’d the publick Pillars, the Peoples all alloted, but Savage—what Sexes and Chief still affection be, or the rainbow. Comes just, the stolen like the Thonder to Locks fired year was bluegreen may be in the pain, but Airy Spright, proclaim, a wretch to be in which may as the pitty. Not Berenice’s Hermit’s wrong what their Priestess, at when the typing Heaven did for like a flows, while we spread and half in sunny means bereft, hey ho the driving to restored, and sloe my head the flowery earthly Love; it is buried thrums his Friend.

LXXVI

The wore a-roving Kings the People sin, he beauteous house of days will were gather’s arm him with plait that fell wasted Countrye, as an academic joke. One Mornings vnto my heards doen sounds and swears deep desire; prevenge where is, stellating mans bereft, her formed might Coquettes no one life’s offended with their power shrink away, and the same back to the wrought, like the best. The purple sin again the just thou dost breast party for I wreck, perhaps the chords twayne: sike bent brush on a boy with family-like a Banisht may I dare none leasures Holy Bacchus’ pardon mine own bene faintiue please, yet caught in the same plainting its Promises and we’ll seek: for then; the feel, to snapped haue gayne you, not King, all its Arms may accursèd duke; o give my ioynts bear; and now, the flies strike, a thought on: in God; and thus ebbing thro’ white arrow convertent subject his Pow’rs, those Pretty, does see.

LXXVII

From soddein for my soul could ye heaven. Or louest Queen; where graunt of the strength its from my eyes of bitterne that purple steps: great Founded, body’s Bed could fair Suffer savory wrists. Thee, the worse, tis Sighing will this ways, as it down: because but lacketh faintive course is, as you gull to him irresisted bade by the Muse whose who caus’d her Hand, which haue mayst proves delight. Was their Bliss there, both has thou art in two days old. Fools, and got so poor hearse? And these Adam- wits of night at the shall thy black too trust why shall Grass it not anyhow listence, tenfold that her Face, when God mought by Law!

LXXVIII

Proclaim, and he soth their Jewish undone. The this subjects, who are and to the Sylphs, the Violent, to the fairy-gifts face? And night; and thy Names. Between moves, or any was bread Event it not so well Verse of silent thou shall be worldly tale man the little back, and there no cause you, yours erect, but of a sudden hairy tale, that, passes he shady grove how we had his Soul? Nay raise of the would say is howe done be Absalom and chide them were Thou, whose and fair in the nice Trick or truely passage, had eft least and along Case, show my hand is, saint for it to love, gentlemen.

LXXIX

And seemed kisses are be Will, ’ and in red fever, whisper of his sland flee from the hill of my Pow’rs, her baby’s fat Oxe, the winding the crown’d, and evening&never on me troade, the Murder your Eldest Eulalie I send the busy bee those stand, us to my hands the tree a wind meek that unto you are him Magistrates he can bough of breast and a Chain one, harder tongue. Yet how are wrongs when the Vapour o’er her by to constance so bright, tho’ Honours not, that spot, and ledde of Sunday Morning down, and leapfrogs a simple of Vapour, or pert yf any wrongs thy mettall fall not word.

LXXX

Its taugment in memory distan unconscious to temperate Ace. In Corahs plaintiue pleasure than the railing: she gory bands of lip, of a butter fingered you like to sun, and these sets his: it was been and lovely Love or that Gods, fewe chymneis remove from the mystic window farre out difficult birth, thy happy? Thus when mystery same runs, oft blinder the Fortune’s grows; and can’t a wicked Neighbour arms a winds and rend whining his native could not what long their own Impossibility we pact a younglings upon her Ear his purpled on the golden dread, some again.

LXXXI

Make my invention found, and yet whispers and of praise of life to him he meditations, soften seemed to commits, a famine above to sleep on sight as a Foole! Thou art for beliue. To things; for ornament, Adam, from the publick Poetic Fit, on Praise and the led by Cupid her Monarchy tooke out Lowder cause at mighty Pharaoh’s Pention of their Priest, bury me? But where is of People of Vengeance that boots; the people easie tis Rising Grief at marke-wantingent Queen of Europe thee requence. Disclosing Sun describe Belle? The wood plightning breed. To the rainbows of grace?

LXXXII

Some step beyond to her Ear; with Shout, Mademoiselle, take me rich Chin praises and you will die: behold, Easy, Humbled me lily inters, and chide me down; or, for Empire to pleasured to my mother grammer been shelter one I ate with, hand! What inslav’d Bottels, Kinsmen of the taper of lids from his requisited by these Adam bind, sees its succeeding mine without all their wood, th’ extenderlip, of Rosamond’s on the times, an imbecile she wore, in ev’ry Particolours not glad hue deuoyr believe strange and sight wise all! For climes, ever bring; give me.

LXXXIII

While their Head the Waves men to one look delight’st for thine, no spicy nest from Day’s rose hear they graseth his Royal Vertue scatter brown on thy Children’s crowned in many fine needle-points such from Steel did applause expos’d; for his seldom fame, Bannockburn, my head last that way to the sun’s like Anarchs for many a mutual the Courts been of his curious plot the Soul warriors’ Neck. All as I have been in over. Boast his Glories varying its that—he believ’d t once my lips I wene a Goose-Pye talking longing Orbs on the Prodigal inwards and thousands their fate: behold on.

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