#molly u in danger girl these people are CRAZY

[firelise]

for real, what would you do if u walked into an airbnb situation and these people said "we can be your friends"? (its a get out situation for me, personally)

[rainydayhogwartsimagines]

hi do u wrote for luna lovegood ? if so can u write something fluffy 🥺? i don’t mind what it’s about i just don’t see enough for her

I feel like I need to advertise this more: I write for ANY harry potter character. Any of them. Minus Dobby... Don't be that guy.

Warnings: Gay? uh... Mostly fluff. Kind of sad at times but seriously fluffy. Set in non voldy au

You met this girl in your second year

And oh boy

Luna Lovegood.

Oh how that name alone seemed mystical to you.

She was this little thing that you just... Could never seem to get out of your head.

So much so you literally just ran into her

"I am so sorry!" You gasped.

She blinked a few times.

"Your eyes are e/c?" She asked curiously.

You blinked a few times.

"...Uhm..... Yeah?" You nodded.

"Pretty." She said in that soft voice of hers that only made you fall harder.

From that moment forth she actually sat closer to you in classes.

You thanked your lucky stars you were in the same class as her much less in the same dorm

She was always so kind and so thoughtful i general

But right now many other Ravenclaws noticed her fixation on you

This week was finals week and you were stressed.

You were slumped over your desk with your wand holding a bun in your hair

So she went down to the kitchens and brought back brownies.

You looked over and she was sitting on your bed with the plate

"You should eat." She said softly.

You blinked a couple of times.

"Where... Did you get brownies at three in the morning?" You asked

"The kitchens... The house elves were more than willing to help me" she said handing you one.

You bit into it and smiled. "They're good." You nodded.

Her heart nearly beat out of her chest looking at your smile.

"hey Luna... Thank you for helping me" you told her.

"Your smile is very pretty tonight Y/n." She said.

You chuckled and she smiled

"How come I've never... Seen you hanging out with anyone? I mean I would figure someone so kind would have a lot of friends?" You asked.

"I don't really have friends. Not many people want to know the girl who talks to herself." She shrugged

"I want to." You said

"You want to be friends?" She asked

"Yep." You nodded.

So from then on you were friends

She was shorter than you and you found this to be adorable.

But sometimes you'd be talking in the hall and you'd feel her jump on your back

First time she did that you fell over but you were laughing

But from then on you usually came to expect it.

You and her didn't really like to eat in the great hall so you sat in the astronomy tower.

She loved hanging out with you but she also loved those days where you'd get sleepy and fall asleep on her lap

She'd play with your hair and hum little songs or tunes to get you to sleep

Some times it'd be vice versa and she'd fall asleep on you

You would put your cardigan over her and read or something to pass the time

You two didn't go to quidditch games because it was just meh to you

You liked to sit near the lake and skip rocks

The summer that year was fun, the two of you hanging out

You were mesmerized by her house

"It's not much--" "This is literally the coolest thing I've ever seen"

Luna, her father and you would all sit outside sometimes and have small camp fires

Fun fact: Luna plays guitar

She has a gorgeous voice and she'll make songs up off the top of her head

You loved listening to her sing while watching the flames dance

Her father could recognize the young love in front of him

And no. He did not care that both of you were girls

Your third year started and the triwizard tournament happened

"A competition that's dangerous... Think that Harry kid will compete?" You asked

"Mmm. Probably" she nodded

You noticed sometimes she'd wave to things you couldn't see and it confused you but you never said anything

Finally one day you asked her "Luna, what are you greeting?"

"It's called a thestral... You can see them unless you've witnessed death." She said softly.

Oh... OH.

You blinked a couple of times "Uhm... L... Luna when did... When did you--"

"my mother died when I was nine. Creating spells." She said softly

You nodded. "I see."

"I'm okay though... I've got you and dad." She said with a smile

You and her were inseparable

You were in herbology and noticed a boy who just could not catch a break

So you two helped him out after he passed out in class

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Neville..." He groaned as he leaned up.

"Does this kind of thing happen frequently?" Luna asked.

"All the time." He said with a sigh.

"Well with this attitude it's not going to be fun. Think of it as a surprise power nap." You said making Luna laugh.

"...Who are you guys?" He asked.

"Y/n L/n. Luna Lovegood." You introduced.

"Right... Loony." He nodded slightly dazed.

"What?" You asked, eye slightly twitching at the nickname for Luna.

"Something Draco mentioned." He muttered.

"I'll be right back."

So you convinced the twins to give extra love to their favorite Slytherin that week

Ohhh how you enjoyed watching Draco scream like a little bitch down the halls

Neville began to hang out with you two

You loved seeing Luna make friends and be all adorable and bubbly

"So you two are a year below me?" He asked.

"Yep. We've got a hogsmeade trip coming up too." You nodded.

"excited?" Neville asked.

"Yep." Luna said with a smile

Hogsmeade was so much fun

dancing in the snow to music you two were making up on the spot

The twins meeting Luna and thinking "This girl is crazy... But I'd literally die for this girl"

She'd say something off the wall and random but you would just consider that normal while the boys would just be confused

After a while they did get used to it

The yule ball came up and you were nervous about that dance class

Mcgonagall wanted you to be in boy/girl couples but there weren't an even amount of boys to girls so you danced with Luna (thank god for what ever the twins put in Draco's food that morning)

You were trying so hard to focus but Luna was so pretty

"Hey Y/n. Wanna go to the Yule?" She asked

"With you?" You asked.

"Preferably." She nodded.

"Absolutely." You nodded

You went to the Gryffindor common room after class and screamed into a pillow for two hours

"Y/n what's up with you?" Neville asked.

"Luna asked me to the yule ball and I am FREAKING OUT."

"Oh... I'm going with Ginny do you guys want to hang out there to calm your nerves?"

You leaned up. "God. You are a God."

He laughed and so you waited for Luna at the stairs

She came down and you were mesmerized

"...Luna you're..." You gaped.

"I know it's not much" she said straightening it as she walked up to you

"Beautiful." You finally said.

You met Ginny that night and she actually thought you and Luna were adorable together

You two were smiling and blushing the whole night

But it was particularly awesome when you and her went for a walk.

She shivered and since you didn't have a jacket you just wrapped your arm around her

She smiled and you two exchanged this look that can only be described as pure beautiful love

You kissed her and she smiled even bigger

"Does this mean we're... Together?"

"I really hope so." You chuckled.

So then you two started dating

Her dad was so excited for you two, he was so happy to see Luna in love

Ginny started hanging out with you guys more and loved seeing you two together

You and Luna usually sat on the floor when you hung out

She'd sit in your lap and you'd rest your head on hers, while you listened to Neville or the twins

She loved to put flowers in your hair

She loves when she reads against a tree and your head is in her lap just smiling at her

She'll lean down and kiss you with a smile

When the twins opened their business you were excited for them

You guys met Harry during his last year and he just knew you two as "the crazy lesbian witches"

He didn't hate you two or anything, it was just something you two were known as?

He met you when you two were hanging out with the twins and Ginny

He didn't recognize you two and asked who you were

You answered him while Luna was sticking flowers in your hair and you were giggling

Harry for some reason was like "...I must know these two" and started hanging out with you guys

When Harry graduated Luns gifted him handmade origami roses.

She said they were more heartfelt that way

He actually keeps those in a vase in his room

Lily loves them

During your last year you had this one moment where you were helping Hagrid with Luna, feeding a creature

You looked over and she had this smile on her face and you just knew she was the one

"Luna after graduation... Do you want to get married?" You asked

"To you?" She asked

"... Preferably." You quoted her words to you when she asked you to the yule and she smiled

"Yes!"

And so you two got married after graduation.

I am convinced you two defined the whole cottagecore aesthetic

She went on to work with magical creatures and you worked with Fred and George

She would get off work earlier than you and stop by the shop, always showing up with that beautiful smile

Nights where either of you couldn't sleep so you went stargazing

Waking up in the middle of a random field you decided to stargaze in

Midnight picnics are a thing with you two

A transportable record player and a random field? Uhm yes please

Luna bringing home a random creature like once a week and being like "Can we keep it?"

You saying yes because you can't say no to that face.

Adopting a little girl

Persephone Iris Lovegood

She always feels loved, especially by all of her uncles and aunts

Molly finally met you when you guys had a party to celebrate the adoption

She loves you and Luna to pieces

There is not one day where your daughter feels unloved or excluded

You made damn sure she'd never have to feel that.

Fred and George call her "their little minion"

She is a little bit of a prankster

Family picnics in the woods

Feeding deer like a Disney princess

Looking at your wife and thinking "This is the best life I can possibly be living."

[missmeltycat]

can u do pregancny headcanons for Rae and the guys to please???

Haha what an interesting concept. (Dooming her already, I see! xD )

I’ll see what I can cook up. Though, I’d love to know who is asking these questions. Don’t be afraid to un-anon. :)

Here I goooo~

Egon Spengler

“What?! But... We were so careful! I’M so careful! I... I can’t believe this!”

Shock

Denial

Guilt

Finally faces up to the responsibility once the three stages are over

Is ready to support right from the offset

Secretly terrified, outwardly confident

Eventually starts getting into the idea and buys stuff for the kid like ‘babies first book on quantum physics’

Convinced the kid will be a great scientist when it grows up

Wants names like Einstein, Darwin or Galileo. Rae and him end up arguing about it on and off for months

Does feel guilty towards Janine about it so suggests maybe Rae use her apartment as a base instead so as not to rub it in her face

ABSOLUTELY BANS RAE FROM WORK! After all, it’s dangerous and who knows what the packs will do to a fetus!

Super protective

Peter Venkman

“No. NO! No no no no! NO! How could you do this to me!”

Fight or flight? Yeah, flight definitely comes into play

“Babies smell and are expensive and make lots of noise.”

Sulks for days

Honestly scared, but eventually comes round to facing up to it

Does support whatever decision Rae makes

It takes a while for him to feel comfortable discussing the subjects of fatherhood, but when he feels comfortable he will prattle on and on with his ideas to the point of getting on people’s nerves

Will start spending spare money on small things for the baby

“OK, look. We’re in this mess now, let’s make the best of it.”

“Lets call it Ruby if it’s a girl and Skullcrusher if it’s a boy.” “We are NOT calling our son Skullcrusher!” “...Spoil sport.”

Amuses himself by seeing how much he can stack on Rae’s baby bump

Bans Slimer from going anywhere near Rae

Winston Zeddemore

“Say WHAT!?”

Lots of exasperated facepalming

“I guess we got no choice.”

Supportive

“OK, but you know you can’t come into work, right?”

Spends all his money on stuff for the baby

Helps decorate a room in Rae’s apartment and turns it into a nursery

Gets a bit extra cranky around anyone else from stress

Rests hand on Rae’s baby bump often

Buys baseball gear preemptively

BASEBALL BABY NAMES! Rae is not impressed

Absolutely on guard all the time

Ray Stantz

“You’re... Joking, right? Pulling my leg? No? Oh... Oh wow!”

Cries

Cries some more

Absolutely ecstatic yet scared

Super protective to the point of being almost overbearing

“I’m so happy!”

Tries to demand Rae stays home, but doesn’t have the heart to push it

Suggests moving into other property

“I know I don’t have much to my name, but I swear I’ll give them everything I can!”

Reads every parenting book he can get his hands on

Daydreams about wearing the baby on a harness while working

Cries some more

Demands Slimer protect and watch over Rae while he’s not around

Buys a crib straight away. Sits for hours assembling it

Decides on names like Maggie, Molly, Dexter and Sam

Bonus option of Janine’s reaction to finding out Rae’s pregnant by one of the guys:

“What!? You’re crazy!”

Shocked and glad it’s not her at first

“My condolences.”

Secretly paranoid it’s Egon’s

If it is Egon’s, goes ballistic

“If you think I’m babysitting, you got another thing comin’. I don’t get paid enough for this job as it is!”

Actually excited, despite everything

Goes broody herself... Bothers a certain blonde

“For a building full of eggheads, you sure as heck ain’t careful, are ya?”

Ends up buying ‘cute’ baby clothes

“I’ll be like the fun aunt. Ya know? The one that comes over each holiday and spoils them rotten.”

That was an odd lot of headcanons. Haha!

[pufflyhallows]

Comforting Enough

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Request: May I request an imagine where George and the reader have been close for many years, her father being friends with the Weasley’s. The reader and George obviously have feelings for eachother, but they’ve never confessed. When Fred and George leave she is still at hogwarts, cause shes a year younger. But, the reader gets into a serious relationship with someone else, until she gets hurt or cheated on. Cut to now, where they meet again at the Burrow when Harry is being moved ? Thank u!💛

a/n: I took the movie as reference, hope you don’t mind. Also, I think it got this long because I had to go through a few events to be as close to canon as possible. Thanks again for requesting it, I loved the idea! 

Warnings: angsty, mentions of death and blood.

Word count: 4,898

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You hugged your pillow tight and let out all the tears you had been holding during the way back to your dorm.

How could he do that to you? You had always been there for him. Always! You didn’t deserve that. No one deserved that. 

The thought of how unfair it was only made you cry even more. 

Why had he done that to you? You couldn’t understand. He said... he said he loved you. But that wasn’t love. That couldn’t be love.

The scene went through your eyes again. The sharp feeling of a knife being dug into your heart was too intense. 

It was just before the last class of the day. You had seen him at lunch, you had shared a short kiss, you had gone separate ways. A perfectly normal day.

But you heard giggles coming from the second floor girls’ lavatory on your way to the last class. You, being the Head Girl, had to go there and see if Moaning Myrtle was being teased by the students or something of the sort. You would never think that what you were about to see was your boyfriend shamelessly making out with a girl. A girl that wasn’t you. A girl that was sitting on the sinks with her legs wrapped around your boyfriend’s hips. 

You froze on the spot. You wanted to turn around and leave. You wanted to run as fast as you could, but your feet were glued to the ground. You could only watch the scene with your mouth dry.

It was only when the girl saw you and parted the kiss that you were able to turn around and run to your dorm. You guessed your boyfriend saw you leaving too, because the last thing you heard was him yelling at the girl. 

“You said no one comes here!”

And now there you were. The tears fell down so quickly, you thought they would never stop. 

Your chest felt so tight, the room so small, the bed so cold... 

But the worst part of it all was the fact that you had no one to call. You couldn’t think of a single person you could go to at that moment. There was no shoulder to cry on. Well, of course there was someone in your mind, though. But that someone wasn’t here anymore. And, God, did it hurt. 

It hurt because you knew if that someone was still here, you wouldn’t be going through that. How many times had he warned you about the boy you insisted in dating? How many letters had he sent you saying you deserved better? Saying that boy wasn’t the one for you? Saying he would hurt you?

And how many letters had you sent back saying you were the one who knew what was best for you? And that he had lost the right to say those things when he left?

One. Only one.

George didn’t write back after that. 

Your crying got even more intense as you thought about what happened between you and your best friend. You had no one to cry to anymore. You had no one to hold you until the pain went away. You had no one.

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Your seventh year in Hogwarts was the hardest school year you had ever been through. You caught your boyfriend cheating on you with a younger girl just weeks shy of graduation, but that didn’t compare to the death of your headmaster Albus Dumbledore and the small battle that took place in Hogwarts just before that. It was the scariest moment of your life and when you truly realized you were in a war, leaving you completely lost and on the verge of despair. 

Once you were back home, you felt uncertain of your future as the fear of losing your loved ones was taking over you. 

The long weeks went by and you saw your father going out often while your mother spent her days making sure all the protection spells worked. She was starting to become obsessed with it and you were worried about her, but you didn’t know what to do. You were spending your days almost like her. Though instead of protection spells, your obsession was the news. Every day you read the news terrified of seeing a known name on the missing people list... or worse.

You wanted to do something to help, and although your father agreed you were old enough to fight, your mother always rejected the idea, keeping you home.

One day, you were surprised by the visit of Arthur Weasley. It was strange to realize that you had missed him very much. You wanted to be part of the conversation he was having with your father, but your mother kept you in the kitchen with her, saying they needed privacy.

When they were finished and Mr. Weasley left, your father had a puzzled look on his face. You wondered what they had talked about specifically, although you knew it was the war.

The next day, your father came to your room and, for your shock, said you would have to leave.

“It’s not safe enough here,” he said, holding your hand, “You’ll stay at the Burrow, with the Weasleys. I’m sure you’ll feel at home there.”

Of course you would. You had basically grown up there. 

“Yes, but what about you and mom?”

“We’ll be okay. Don’t worry,” he gave you a smile, but that didn’t stop you from worrying at all. “Arthur brought me a Portkey. You’ll use it this evening.”

“This evening?! Dad, I don’t understand. Why aren’t you coming with me?” you frowned, confused.

“Your mother and I have work to do here,” he answered with a more serious expression, “You’ll be safer there.”

“When will I see you again?” you asked, realizing you had no choice.

“Soon. Now pack what you need and be ready.”

You nodded and your father left the room. Although you didn’t quite understand why you had to leave or why you would be safer at the Burrow, you did as your father said and packed what you needed.

Soon enough you were standing at his office and staring at an old book on the floor, holding your suitcase. Both of your parents were there with you, your father’s arm around your mother’s shoulder. 

“In a minute, darling,” your father spoke.

“I love you,” your mother said, holding back tears.

“I love you too. Both of you,” you replied.

“We’ll meet again,” your father stated, refusing to take part in the farewell. He looked at his watch one more time and nodded, “Be ready.”

You took a deep breath and tightened the grip on your suitcase’s handle. 

You didn’t remember hearing your father’s signal or touching the old book. All you remembered was feeling a hook pulling you back strongly. You closed your eyes as you felt really dizzy and only opened them again once your feet were firm on the ground.

You looked around and recognized the living room you were in. It didn’t take long for you to see Mrs. Weasley rushing from the kitchen.

“Oh, Y/N! You’re just in time! Thank Merlin,” she approached you with her arms open to give you a tight hug, “Welcome, dear.”

“Thank you, aunt Molly.”

“They haven’t arrived yet. I’m waiting with Ginny,” she took the suitcase from your hand and walked towards the stairs. You followed her. “I know they still have time, but you know what a mother’s heart is like. I will only calm down when my four boys come back here safely. And Arthur, of course.”

“Um... Where are they?”

Mrs. Weasley stopped in the middle of the corridor and looked at you. 

“You don’t know?”

You shook your head.

“Your parents didn’t tell you?”

You shook your head again, slightly upset for being left out.

“Oh, well. They are moving Harry,” she continued her way to Ginny’s room, “Alastor came up with this nearly crazy plan to bring him. Insanely dangerous! I didn’t agree with it, of course, but do they listen to me? Not ever.”

“Fred and... George are there too?” you asked. It was the first time in months you said those names aloud. You felt weird, actually. And sad. Those names rolled out of your tongue as if you were talking about strangers, or at least two people you met in a different life. Either way, you felt sad.

“Yes. They are out there with Arthur, Bill and Ron. Can’t blame me for being worried, huh?”

“No, I cannot,” you shook your head, feeling worried as well, “Who else is with them?”

“Alastor, of course, along with Fleur, Remus, Nymphadora, Hagrid, Hermione, Kingsley and Mundungus.” 

You felt your worry slightly fade away as you heard those names. You would trust those people with your life if needed. Your father was friends with Mad-Eye Moody and you were well aware of his incredible reputation. But you knew you couldn’t be completely relaxed though, given the risks of the mission, and you felt your guts twirl once you thought about your friends facing Death Eaters. However, you didn’t have to worry about that, they wouldn’t have to face anyone that night, they were just moving Harry.

“Ginny?” Mrs. Weasley opened the door, allowing you to see Ginny staring at her window with her arms crossed. “Y/N is here.”

“Hey,” you waved at her. 

Ginny quickly walked up to you and hugged you almost just as tight as her mother had. 

“It’s really good to see you, Y/N,” she whispered, sounding relieved. 

“It’s good to see you too, little one,” you breathed, realizing how much you had missed her, even though you had seen each other in Hogwarts weeks before.

You had always seen Ginny as your best friend’s little sister, hence the nickname you gave her, but after she caught you crying in the Common Room at two in the morning and stayed with you until you were able to go to bed, you started seeing her as a friend. Even though you weren’t really close, she comforted you and made sure you were okay before leaving you alone again. You couldn’t expect that from many people.

“We should wait for them downstairs, girls,” Mrs. Weasley said as she placed your suitcase on the bed, “It’s almost time.”

You and Ginny went to the living room, while Mrs. Weasley decided to stay in the kitchen, where she would be closer to the entrance door.

With each and every sound you heard outside, you felt your heart sinking in. You were trying to push those thoughts away, but it was impossible. What if George didn’t come back? What if something happened to him? Of course you were worried about every single person in that mission, but... George had your heart in his hands. He had it ever since your thirteenth birthday and he would have it forever. You loved him deeply, no matter how many times you had tried to fool yourself by going out with different people and even being in a serious relationship with a boy that wasn’t good to you, which turned out hurting you badly. 

You shouldn’t have sent that letter to George. Those couldn’t be your last words to him. They won’t be, you thought. But you couldn’t stop the regret from flooding your mind as you remembered one specific part of the letter.

You don’t get to tell me who I can or can’t go out with. I know what’s best for me and if I want to go out with Pete, I will. You don’t know him like I do. 

You were embarrassed. You didn’t think you would be able to look George in the eyes now. Did he know Pete had cheated on you? Had Ginny told him? Should you ask her? Probably not. It wasn’t time for that. She was worried about truly important things at that moment.

But you couldn’t help it. You kept wondering. Was George upset with you? He didn’t write back after that letter, which meant you two hadn’t talked to each other for several months now. You missed him very much, but you had no idea of how you were going to fix things. That is, if you could fix things.

Suddenly, you heard a noise outside, the loudest in that night. You and Ginny jumped from the couch and ran to the front yard, where Mrs. Weasley welcomed Hagrid and Harry. 

Ginny ran to the boy and threw her arms around his neck. 

“Where are the others?” Mrs. Weasley asked. 

“Is no one else back?” Harry questioned. 

You shook your head, biting your lower lip nervously. 

Hagrid started explaining to Mrs. Weasley what had happened to them, while Ginny and Harry talked to each other. You wanted to give them privacy, so you followed Hagrid and Mrs. Weasley inside. 

“We didn’t stand a chance, Molly,” Hagrid said, once the three of you were in the kitchen, “The Death Eaters were waiting for us. It was an ambush.”

You felt cold in your core. The fear you had been trying to push away finally took over your entire being. You needed to sit down, or else you would fall. 

An ambush. 

“Quick! Into the house!” you heard the familiar voice of your former teacher Remus Lupin coming from the front yard. You ran to the entrance door and opened it to let the people inside. What you didn’t expect to see was George covered in blood being held by Lupin and Harry. 

“My boy!” Mrs. Weasley cried, “My boy.”

Professor Lupin and Harry laid George down on the couch. You watched it all from the kitchen door, too shocked to even breathe properly. Your hands were shaking and your core felt so cold... You didn’t know what to do. Worrying about the whole Pete situation seemed so silly and insignificant now. 

You didn’t remember seeing the others arrive, but with a blink of an eye you saw Fred kneeling down in front of George, everyone else watching with worried expressions. 

“How do you feel, Georgie?” Mrs. Weasley whispered.

George’s fingers groped for the side of his head. 

“Saintlike,” he murmured. 

“What’s wrong with him?” Fred croaked, looking terrified. “Is his mind affected?”

“Saintlike,” George repeated, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. “You see... I’m holey, Fred, get it?”

You chuckled silently, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. But you quickly wiped it as you saw Tonks looking at you curiously. 

Fred laughed quietly. “The whole wide world of ear-related humor, and you go for ‘I’m holey’? It’s pathetic.”  

“Reckon I’m still better looking than you,” George smiled weakly. 

You smiled to yourself after hearing that. He was still the same George you had grown up with and fallen for. The same George that had taught you how to fly on a broomstick and how to play Quidditch and Exploding Snap. The same George you had shared your deepest secrets with. The same George.

You were gathering the courage to get closer to him and let him see you, but you were completely disarmed when Bill announced the bad news. 

“Mad-Eye is dead.”

The room instantly fell in silence. You could see the usual sparkle in Tonks’ eyes fading away. 

“Mundungus took one look at Voldemort and disapparated,” Bill added in a low voice. 

No one dared to say a word. Everyone seemed to be completely in shock. You didn’t move one muscle, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley shared a sad glance, Ginny looked down at her feet, Fleur got closer to Bill, Tonks placed her hand on Lupin’s and slowly every person in that room felt the reality hitting them. 

The sad atmosphere was almost unbearable, the silence deafening.

You crossed your arms above your chest in an attempt of holding yourself tight.

And it was just the beginning... 

After a while, the people in the room started leaving. Some passed by you and went to the kitchen, some went outside, others went to their own rooms... Until it was just you, Mrs. Weasley and the twins. 

George couldn’t see you from where he was, since Fred was in the way. Mrs. Weasley was caressing her son’s hair with one hand and trying to clean the blood with the other. You hesitantly approached the couch, seeing that George had his eyes closed, and touched Mrs. Weasley’s trembling hand. 

“Let me do it,” you asked softly. 

George instantly opened his eyes at the sound of your voice. You didn’t meet them as you didn’t think you were strong enough to do so. You took the handkerchief from Mrs. Weasley’s hand and told her to rest. She didn’t reject the idea and soon left the room as well, being followed by Fred, who understood the importance of that moment for you and his brother. 

You could feel George’s eyes piercing you, but you ignored them. You sat by his side on the couch and focused on his injury, softly wiping the blood with the kerchief. 

“Didn’t think I would see you tonight,” he whispered once you two were completely alone.

“And I didn’t think I would see you like this tonight,” you replied in the same volume.

“What? More handsome?” 

You smiled, finally meeting his eyes. You didn’t expect them to be so sad, though.

Your heart skipped beats as he blinked. There was so much you wanted to tell him, so much you wanted to hear from him...

“I...” you tried to say the things you were thinking, but you didn’t find the right words. It was all too crowded in your mind, and suddenly your body expressed what you were feeling in the only way it could: you started to cry. 

It was quietly and discretely, but it was still crying. You wiped the tears with the back of your hand and sniffed, trying to make it look like less than what it truly was. 

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly, “I’m okay.”

“I’m so sorry, George. So sorry,” you shook your head, “I was so stupid. I’m sorry.”

George looked at you, slightly furrowing his brows. He seemed hesitant and unsure, like he was fighting a battle in his head. What you didn’t know was that that battle wasn’t new to him and he had fought it many times before. 

But when George saw you wiping one more tear, he left all that hesitation behind and let go of his uncertainty. He sat up on the couch and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close to him as possible. Maybe you should have been more rational than him, maybe you should have told him to lay down again. But you didn’t do that. You hugged him back and at that moment you let out everything. 

You were completely vulnerable, as you always were around him, and broke down immediately, crying like never before. It was all too much for you. And even though you felt safe in his arms, you knew that war was far from ending and that you would be really lucky if the people you loved didn’t get hurt again.

George, on the other hand, felt grateful. He was happy to be hugging you again and to be feeling your soft skin against his, even if it was such a brief touch. He felt his worries fading away, his fears disappearing, the war being reduced to a headache. Your embrace was peaceful, warm and gentle. It was perfect. And it smelled really good, like home.

“Shh, I’m here,” he whispered while he slowly stroked your hair, still holding you strongly, “I’m okay.”

“I was so scared,” you said between sobs, against the clean part of his shirt, “I thought you were-”

“Shh, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry, George.”

“It’s okay,” he repeated. 

“I should be comforting you. Not the other way around,” you let go of him and wiped your tears once again. 

“You are here with me. You are safe. Alive,” he said, looking in your eyes, “That’s comforting enough.”

You tried to give him a smile, but your chest felt too tight for that. Instead, you reached for his face and caressed his cheek, trying desperately to let him know how much you cared for him, how much you loved him. 

“Lay down,” you whispered, realizing he was still bleeding, “I’ll put a bandage on your ear.”

“You mean my non-existent ear?” George raised an eyebrow as he laid back on the couch. 

“You’ll have two non-existent ears if you keep teasing me,” you warned, already conjuring the stuff you would need for the wound dressing. 

George smiled. “I missed you.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up the next morning sweating. You had a nightmare of which you couldn’t remember the exact details, but you could feel it had something to do with your parents. You rubbed your eyes and realized they were wet. Great, you had been crying in your sleep. 

You looked around noticing you were alone in Ginny’s room, which meant you were the last one to wake up. You didn’t understand why the girls had been up so early until you realized what day it was. You jumped from the bed and rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and get ready. It was Bill and Fleur’s wedding and you couldn’t be late. 

Fortunately, your father had told you about the wedding and you had packed a dress for the occasion. You hoped your parents would make it to the party, but you highly doubted it. 

Soon enough, you were walking down the stairs fully dressed up and entered the living room. There was no one there. You spun on your heels to go to the kitchen but stopped when you heard Ginny’s voice. 

“Zip me up, will you?”

You walked slowly to the door and looked at the kitchen’s interior, seeing Ginny and Harry in there. The girl had her dress unzipped on the back, that was facing the boy. He hesitantly walked up to her and started zipping it. 

You blushed when you realized how intimate that moment was. You were about to step back and stop creeping on them when you saw George coming in at the other side.

“’Morning,” he said, raising his cup of tea at them and completely ruining their moment. 

You sighed, but a chuckle slipped out of your mouth. Typical.

You had to do something, though. 

“Hey, George,” you greeted him as you entered the kitchen. “Oh, hey, Ginny. Harry,” you nodded at them, pretending you hadn’t seen them before. “Could you come with me, Georgie? I need your help.”

The younger twin narrowed his eyes at you but gave in, following you outside.

“Yes?” he asked once you were in the front yard, “What is it?”

“Nothing. I couldn’t let you get in their way,” you shook your head. 

He sighed deeply. “I should’ve known.”

“Probably,” you agreed, smiling.

Only at that moment George was able to actually look at you and take in what he was seeing. You looked absolutely beautiful. Like always! But this time was different. You were both older and you were basically two grown ups now. It had been a long time since he had last seen you. Your hair was slightly longer, he noticed in his mind. 

His eyes trailed down your entire figure until they curiously stopped on your left hand. Suddenly, they seemed sad, grey. 

“Is he coming?” he asked.  

You frowned. “Who?”

“Pete,” he pointed at your hand. You looked at it and saw the silver ring on your ring finger. A ring that your father had given you for your eighteenth birthday, but George didn’t know that. 

“No, he’s not,” you answered, feeling your throat tighten. “We’re not together anymore.”

Something shifted in George’s eyes and you couldn’t tell what it was. You felt your mouth slightly dry as he tucked his hands in his pockets.

“Oh,” he said, “What happened?”

“What you said it would. He hurt me,” your voice broke at the last sentence, although you weren’t going to cry. You cleared your throat, realizing the atmosphere around you two had suddenly become serious.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Yeah... me too,” you nodded, “I shouldn’t have pushed you away like I did. You didn’t deserve that, you were just trying to protect me.”

“Maybe I was too invasive? You had the right to react the way you did. I could’ve been mistaken, since I was mainly acting out of...”

Jealousy. Acting out of jealousy. But George wasn’t going to admit that so easily. 

“Well, I didn’t really know how to deal with the distance,” he concluded.

“Me neither. I felt so lonely in that castle, George. You have no idea,” you breathed, “But no, you weren’t mistaken.”

George nodded, looking down at his feet. Was it too selfish to admit that he was slightly glad that you weren’t with Pete anymore? He felt guilty for it, but he couldn’t avoid it. He still remembered the letter you sent him talking about Pete for the first time. He remembered feeling helpless and lost, like he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He knew Pete, the charming Ravenclaw that every girl in Hogwarts had a crush on. Of course the boy would ask you out, he would be crazy if he didn’t. But George had been almost sure it would end up with your heart broken. Pete had a reputation and it looked like you were ignoring it. 

Now, seeing that he was right and it did end up with you being hurt, he felt guilty. Guilty because he could’ve done more to protect you. He could’ve ignored your angry letter and visited you when you went home for Christmas. He could’ve been there for you more. But no. He let his pride take over him and didn’t write to you again. 

“I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N.”

“Well, it’s over now. And I’m okay. Ginny was great, I don’t know how I would have carried on if it wasn’t for her.”

“Oh, I see,” George nodded, “That’s why suddenly you decided to help her?”

You chuckled. “The only way to have a friend is to be one.”

“Yeah,” he looked down again, “I should’ve had that in mind.”

“Stop, George,” you moved closer to him, “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I should’ve been there for you.”

“I pushed you away.”

“I should’ve known better.”

“You couldn’t.”

“I love you.”

You froze.

You had said you loved each other countless times before, but it sounded so different this time. You felt it was different. You felt it had more meaning behind it. 

Or were you overreading it? 

You didn’t care.

“I love you too,” you said, hoping he would feel the same thing you felt when you heard it from him. 

The sadness you had seen in his eyes minutes before was now gone. It was replaced by a sparkle you hadn’t seen in over a year, the same sparkle he had in his eyes when his pranks worked the way he wanted.

George slowly took your hand in his and started playing with your ring.

“I-”

“George! Over here! We could use some help!” Bill waved at his brother from across the yard. You both looked at him, realizing that the men were setting the tent for the wedding. 

“I should go there,” he sighed. “Or maybe I could use my injury to stay here,” he looked at you as if he had just had the most brilliant idea. 

“No,” you chuckled, letting go of his hand, “It wouldn’t be right, they need your help.”

“I knew you would never be the same again after becoming Head Girl,” he shook his head. 

“Hey!” you protested, “You didn’t even see me in action.”

“But I’d bet a hundred galleons that it was something like this,” he smiled, “Always playing by the book, never having fun...”

“I had my fun,” you shrugged it off.

“Sure.”

“I did!”

“Okay.”

“Weasley!”

“Don’t say it too loud, otherwise everyone will answer,” he smiled, “And I don’t believe you. I don’t think you had fun without me.”

“You are so entitled, aren’t you?” you shook your head in disbelief, but your smirk contradicted your line. “Go set the tent.”

“Will you still be here when I come back?” he asked, half-joking. 

“Always,” you replied truthfully.

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Bonus Part

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Unwanted feelings  [Ben Hardy x F!Reader] Part 2

Words : 3, 500 K +

Warnings : angst, fluff, sad joe hours, angry Benny, more angst

Summary : Joe fall for Ben’s girlfriend. And obviously, it’s hurt.

Note :  Here the part 2, it’s gonna be sad my lovies :( hope u like it !!!

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Ben smiled softly as he heard the cute giggle of his wife from the sofa. She looked dashing even in just a simple jeans and shirt, her hand wrapped around a glass of rosé.

They were hosting a dinner before they needed to leave for Australia for shooting a new movie and of course, (Y/N) was coming too. There no way Ben left his wife behind. It was a rather simple and calm dinner, just with the main bohemian Rhapsody cast and now they were taking a little break before dessert. Ben’s eyes were on his beautiful wife, admiring her again and again. He was certainly a lucky bastard. He frowned a bit when he saw through her posture that she looked a bit tense. Which was very unlike her, especially when she was around her friends. She glanced at him and gave him a tight smile, almost nervous one before looking back at Lucy. The blond had no clue why she seemed not totally comfortable.

It couldn’t be because of Lucy, she was painting her toes’ nails because (Y/N) wasn’t really good at it and they seemed to have fun. Molly was gossiping with them, cackling loudly and spilled a bit of her drink on her dress. Rami had left to the bathroom few minutes ago so he was definitively not the reason why his wife was shifting in her seat. Gwilym and his fiancée were sitting in the other sofa, talking with Allen and his wife about good places for a honeymoon. Ben’s gaze drifted on Joe, sipping quietly his beer on an opposite chair from (Y/N), waiting for Rami to come back to continue their conversation. But his eyes were traveling between his wife and his drink, stealing subtle glances at her. The blond arched an eyebrow when (Y/N) looked at him before immediately bowed her head back to Lucy. It was strange and odd. Like they were uncomfortable to look at each other. Ben observed them for few more minutes and Joe couldn’t resist to steal more glances, making Ben scratch his neck as he thought about the meaning behind these looks.

When he saw his wife stood up and walked to the kitchen, he took his chance and followed her, abandoning his empty beer on the counter.

"Hi, love" Ben cooed and wrapped his arms around his back’s wife, pressing a light kiss behind her ear. "Are you having fun tonight ?"

"Mmm" She let out a little noise of contentment when he continued to kiss her on the shape of her neck. "I am and— Oh Ben !" She grunted when he bite her skin, making her spilled wine on the counter.

"Sorry, couldn’t resist" He spooned her around and threw a kitchen towel on the liquid, wiping it quickly. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight ?" He murmured against her lips, there noses bumping slightly against each other.

"Maybe once or twice" She giggled and deepened the kiss for several seconds, her fingers playing with the hairs on his neck. "You look good too, Benny. Even if I’m a bit sad now that your tan is gone" She pouted.

"Make two of us, love. But I think Australia next week gonna help with that" He winked and she nodded with a kinky smile, her nail grazing against his soft skin. "Wanted to ask you something"

"What is it ?" She replied, her lips brushing little kisses on the shape of his jaw, wine always putting her in a flirty mood. "I love the scent of your new aftershave" She purred against his skin, sucking on it but not enough to leave a love bite.

"Joe is being weird tonight" She stopped her sweet kiss for a slip second and looked at him with a frown. "I...I don’t know, I think he maybe have a little crush on you"

"What ?" She exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, her heart beating loudly in her rib cage.

"Come on, I saw the way he look at you tonight, more than friendly. And I know you saw it too because you were slightly uncomfortable about it" Ben added as he bowed his head toward her, surprisingly calm.

Ben was a jealous man. He was very protective about people he cared about and when it was about his dear wife, it was even stronger. And sometimes he had some lack of confidence, wondering why this beautiful human was dating him. But tonight he was incredibly calm about it, the fact that they were married now helped a lot. And they were still in their honeymoon state where everything was fabulous.

"Yeah, okay, maybe he look at me a bit too long" She agreed and tilted her head on the side giving the hint to Ben.

She didn’t want to talk about Joe and his crush on her, not now, not ever.

"Can’t be mad at the poor chap, look at you, always a stunning creature" The blond moaned as he buried his lips against her neck, trailing his tongue on her warm skin as she let out a shaky breath at the gesture. "I mean, as long as he don’t try anything, I don’t really care" Ben chuckled, his fingers gripping around her waist.

(Y/N) stopped breathing and her body tensed for few seconds but enough for Ben to catch it. He knew her like the back of his hand and could read her like an open book. Damn it.

"What ? Did he try something ?" The blond raised his face toward his wife with a smirk. Of course Joe didn’t try anything with his wife, they were friends, he wouldn’t do that.

"No, of course no" She lied and took her wine glass, sipping on it quickly.

(Y/N) was bad at lying, she didn’t like doing that and it was quite easy to see the truth in her eyes. And for Ben it was even easier than for everyone else. She had been hiding the fact that Joe kissed her three weeks ago and it was really hard for her to not spill the truth. But she also didn’t want to break their friendship and humiliated the poor Molly.

"Love ?" Ben wasn’t amused anymore. He took a step back to have a good look at her guilty face. "Jesus, he tried something, didn’t he ?” His tone was totally incredulous, his eyes round and surprise.

(Y/N) chewed nervously on her bottom lip and sighed loudly.

"Benny, our friends are waiting, let’s talk about this an other time, okay ?" She smiled weakly but the blond shook his head, mouth still agape with shock. "Ben, please"

Her stomach twisted with anxiety as she knew how mad would be her husband if he learnt about Joe kissing her. She truly believed it was a drunk mistake and didn’t want the boys to break their friendship for a stupid kiss. Ben would take it very badly, she knew her man.

"Tell me what he did" He breathed, his features frowned in concern.

"It’s doesn’t matter, it was nothing okay ? Don’t be mad with Joe, it—"

"Why the fuck are you defending him ?" Ben grunted now worried that his own wife was hiding what happened between her and one his best friends. His thoughts were running wild and cold fear rolled down his blood. "Are you having an affair with him ?" He spatted but his hands were shaking with nerves.

"What ? No ! Are you crazy Ben ?" She gasped, feeling a bit hurt he could even imagine that. "I would never cheat on you, I love you ! How could you say something stupid like that !" She felt her eyes watering at the fear on her husband’s face, her heart clenching painfully in her chest.

"What I’m supposed to think ? What would you think if I was telling something happened with Lucy but I can’t tell you what ?" She closed her eyes briefly at his words, knowing he was right. She would be insanely worried at his lack of answers for sure. "Now, tell me what happened, please" His tone was softer, he seemed still nervous about her reply and it broke her heart.

"He kissed me" She whispered, avoiding his gaze.

Ben let out a grunt at her reply, shaking slowly his head.

"When ?"

"The day after we came back from Bali, at Gwil’s new place, few weeks ago" She confessed, feeling horribly guilty to not telling him right away. But she really thought it was for the best, nothing else happened after that.

His chest was starting to pant dangerously quickly as the anger bubbled in his blood. His best friend had kiss his wife. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to puke or punch him.

"Did you kiss him back ?” He asked and she immediately shook negatively her head.

"Of course no !"

"Then why did you hide it from me ? You would be kicking my ass if another girl had kiss me and I didn’t tell you about it" He accused with a hurt tone, he thought they were telling each other everything or at least, important things like this one.

"Because he was totally hammered were it had happen, couldn’t even walk straight. I know it didn’t mean anything for him either, I didn’t want to risk your friendship with him for that or hurt Molly" She slid a hand on his cheek and rubbed it softly. "You believe me when I say it didn’t mean anything for me, right ?" She asked with a worried voice, it would kill her if Ben lost his confidence in her, it was one of the key for strong and healthy relationship.

"I do" He sighed deeply and pressed a quick kiss on her parted lips. She smiled fondly at him, relief flowing on her. "Now, I need to have a conversation with Joe" He added and grabbed her wine glass, downing it in a big sip.

"Ben, please, don’t do that. He begged me to not tell you anything because he truly loves you" She pleaded, knowing that it would end in yelling and tears. Her husband wasn’t going to let Joe go easily. He walked by her and ignored her hands gripping his forearm.

"What now ? He forced you to keep that from me ? From your fucking husband ?" He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his calm.

"I didn’t say that, he didn’t forces me into anything. I agreed to hide that from you because it was the best thing to do, I didn’t want any useless drama. It was my decision" She immediately replied, she didn’t want to put any more fault in Joe’ shoulders right now. And it was the truth, she choose to hide it from Ben.

The blond didn’t say anything, just staring at her without any emotion on his face then he kept walking to the living-room, his neck bright red from anger.

"He is your friend Ben ! One of your best friend, I know you don’t want to lose him !" (Y/N) argued with a desperate tone, all of their friends were in the living-room and she knew Ben would not give a fuck about that.

"He fucking kissed you ! He kissed my wife for god sake (Y/N), he is certainly not my friend right now" He spatted angrily, the hurt on his face was rather clear and you knew he needed this conversation. This time you let him go, following him like his shadow in the living-room.

When Ben spotted Joe, his jaw immediately tensed, anger boiling his blood. The ginger was in the middle of room as everyone was trying to guess his imitation how what looked like a dying turtle. Cackling and joking like everything was fine. Ben’s felt his wife wrapped her hand on his bicep but he gently moved her, decided to talk to his friend.

"Ah there is our love birds ! Bet you were making out in the kitchen, am I right ?" Joe chuckled when he noticed the two of them being back.

(Y/N) cursed quietly under his breath as Joe wasn’t helping his case with his comment and she felt Ben breathed loudly next to her, trying to contain himself.

"Yeah so what ? Are you jealous ?" Ben spat and Joe frowned a bit, surprise by his harsh tone. "Wish it was you instead, right ?" He added and the room went silent, the others trying to understand Ben’s sudden strange behaviour.

"I— I don’t—" He muttered with nervousness but the blond cut him before he could form a coherent sentence.

"Why would you kiss my wife if I was wrong hum ?" The British’s chest was panting quickly, (Y/N)’s head bowing with anxiety. Joe’s eyes widened and his blood ran cold. He knew. What he was supposed to say now ? The truth that he was hopelessly in love with his wife ? Or that it was just a drunk mistake and he was deeply sorry about it ? "I ask you a fucking question Joe ! Why the hell did you kiss (Y/N) ? Who do you think you are ?" He took a step forward the ginger and (Y/N) immediately followed him, worried it could end up badly.

"What he is talking about Joseph ?" Every heads turned to Molly, her face red with humiliation. "Did you really kissed (Y/N) ?" Her voice was weak and her gaze glossy, pinching Joe’s heart.

"I’m sorry Molly, I—it’s was a mistake" The ginger murmured with shame as his world was crumbling right in front of his eyes.

"Don’t fucking lie Mazzello ! I saw how you look at her, you wanted it for a long time, didn’t you ? Can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner" Ben’s harsh voice echoed through the room and Molly clasped a hand on her mouth, looking horrified. "If it didn’t mean anything you would have told me. Like this time when you kiss Lucy during a drinking game, you spent your day apologised to Rami as soon as you saw him, but you didn’t tell me anything this kiss" Ben grunted and Lucy quietly walked to (Y/N), rubbing gently her arm.

"I’m sorry" Joe whispered, his face blame and he glanced at (Y/N), her frame shaking with silent tears.

"Don’t fucking look at her !" Ben snapped furiously. "Now, answer me, why did you kiss my wife ?" His fists were balled angrily and Gwilym took a step in, putting a hand on Ben’s chest.

"Calm down mate, we are all adults, let’s talk calmly" The tall brunette said to the blond, a sad expression on his features.

"I just want him to explain to him why did he do that ? You were my bloody best man at my wedding two months ago !" The British yelled but the hurt on his voice was easily to hear too. "I thought you were my friend ! I considered you like a brother and then you betrayed me like this ?" (Y/N) tucked herself under her husband’s arm, wrapping softly her arms around his waist as his eyes were watering.

He felt cheated. One of his best friend had kiss the most important person in his life, knowing how much it would hurt him but he did it anyway.

"I’m truly sorry Ben, I was drunk and..." Now he was sobbing painfully, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I shouldn’t have kissed (Y/N)"

Ben shook his head slowly, a bitter laugh escaping his parted lips.

"The hell you shouldn’t have, that’s a fucking understatement" He breathed harshly and (Y/N) could feel his chest panting heavily under her wrapped arms. "And you shouldn’t have asked my wife to cover your sorry ass for your mistake, as you call it, you should have assumed what you bloody did" He spatted and Joe nodded furiously, wiping with his sleeve his tears eyes.

"You’re right, you’re totally right. I just never find the right moment, I was— I am so ashamed. I’m sorry Ben, I’m sorry (Y/N) and I’m sorry Molly...I have been awful and I hope you can all forgive me" He murmured, his face red with embarrassment, his eyes shining with hope.

"Of cou—"

"You think I can forgive you with this stupid excuses ? I really hope you’re joking" Ben cut (Y/N)’s sentence and she felt her heart dropped in her chest. Ben wouldn’t let it go and it was hard so watch these dear friends fighting because of her. Molly stayed silence, her pretty eyes now swollen as Allen patted softly her shoulder. "My wife had to tell me the truth because you’re a fucking coward, three weeks of you coming at my place and acting like you didn’t do anything. Taking me to the pub, listening me talking about how I happy I am with my girl...and you didn’t find any moment to tell me about you kissing her ? That’s another bloody lie Mazzello"

(Y/N) slowly rubbed Ben’s back, everything to make him less upset that he was, she could imagine how he must feel. If it was her best friend who would have kissed her Ben...she would have been mad and feeling so betrayed.

Joe bowed his head under the hard but true words of his friend. He didn’t know what he could say to fix the situation, not even sure if he could save it.

"You’re a fucking coward, this is what you are. And a liar and also apparently a cheater" Ben spoke when he understood the ginger wasn’t going to reply. Molly let out a little noise of agreement and ignored the pleading eyes of her boyfriend. "I want you out of my house, now" His tone was cold and firm. (Y/N) stayed quiet this time, there was nothing more to say, if they could save their friendship it would take time. No need to force into anything right now, it would cause more harm than good.

Joe sniffled discreetly and shook his head positively. (Y/N) felt Ben tensed under her arms when Rami and Gwilym gave a little smile to their friend as he put his jacket on. The blond didn’t move his gaze away from the auburn man but he pressed a soft kiss on (Y/N) hairs and she immediately tightened her embrace around him, relieved that it was over for now.

Joe murmured something when he was at the door and Lucy’s eyes widened at it. Rami and Allen shared a worried glance and Ben furrowed his brows, not sure he heart him right.

"What did you just say ?"

"I kissed (Y/N) because I love her" The man breathed out, locking eyes with the blond. "You wanted the truth but I couldn’t give it to you because you would hate me. I didn’t mean to fall in love with your girlfriend but I did, I have been in love with (Y/N) for months now. And I kissed her because I was drunk and wanted nothing more than for her to be mine even if I knew it wasn’t possible. I did a mistake but I can’t control my feelings, I know you probably hate me even more now but you were right, you deserve the truth"

There was a silence after his sudden declaration. The only sounds was Molly collecting her stuffs before heading out as she shut the front door harshly. (Y/N)’s face was drained out of all her colors. She never ever thought he could be in love with her. She couldn’t help but felt guilty, maybe she gave him false hope during these past months, the way she always hugged and kissed everyone, maybe Joe thought he had a chance. And the poor guy were best man at their wedding...must had been so hard for him. His strange behavior at her wedding came back in her mind and the pieces of the puzzles assembled together. He was in love with her for a long time now and she never noticed it.

Ben licked his upper lip and slid an arm around (Y/N)’s back, bringing her closer to him. His face was pallid and his knuckles whites at Joe’s words.

"I love her" The ginger repeated in a murmur, waiting for a reaction from anyone.

"Get out" Ben whispered and gently moved his wife from him before walking to the door. He opened it widely and ignored Joe’s apologizes. "Get out of my house before I throw you out myself" He groaned with disgust and (Y/N) let out a strangle sob, her heart aching at the scene.

"I truly am sorry" The American cried. "I hope you could forget me one day, both of you" He added as he walked through the door.

"I don’t think so" Ben replied with a low and hurt tone before closing the door behind him, leaving the ginger alone in the night.

Joe took a deep breath as he rubbed his swollen eyes, feeling like he just ruined everything.

 And he probably did.

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Kendall Jenner On Drugs!

"Come on Kendall, it won't hurt you," Tyga said. "Bitch, you need to catch a dick or smoke some weed" Kylie shouted from the back of the room. Kendall was sweaty. "What if something happens?" "It won't, I've tried it a hundred times". Kendall took a deep breath. "Okay, ill trie it". Kendall opened her mouth and popped a Lil pill into her mouth. She sunk it loudly and swallowed it down with some leftover vodka. "What was it called again?" "Molly," Tyga said. Kendall sat there for a couple of minutes and waited. She was scared. What if she OD'ed? The same voice kept going over and over in her head - "I'm not ready to die, I'm not ready to die". Kylie yelled and laughed “Yees bitchhh”   Kylie had a crazy night too. Earlier that night she'd swallowed a bottle of vodka, sucked some dick, and did molly. It was Tyga's 20'th birthday, and he had held a major party for all of his friends. Kylie and Tyga were kinda on and off at the moment, but Kendall figured that they'd probably go on like that for a couple of years, and then Tyga would end it with kylie for real.                                  Kendall started feeling dizzy. The whole room was spinning, and she saw all kind of different stuff. The molly hit her like a big yellow school bus on a Wednesday afternoon. She was in heaven. Kendall had never felt so good before. “I'm so happy,” she said with a weird accent. “That shit hits diff on a chic like u,” Tyga said. Never in her life had Kendall felt so relieved. She didn't think about all the paparazzi or the pressure of being famous, all she could think about was how much fun she was having. Half an hour went by and both Kylie and Tyga took some more Molly. They were all stoned ass fuck, as the last people left the late-night party. They were now alone, and they were ready to get into the deep shit. Tyga had told Kendall about drugs earlier that night. “Everybody does Molly, so u won't have 2 worry, but when they leave, we can get into the hardcore shit”. Normally she would never do hardcore drugs. She was a good girl and only did the light stuff like Molly and alcohol, but this Kendall wasn't the normal Kendall. It was stoner-Kendall, and stoner-Kendall was ready for all of the deep-dark NA-drug typo shit. Tyga pulled out some more pills. “This is Oxy, Xanax, meth and vidicon”. Kendall got exited. “Give me the Oxy,” she said. She had no idea of what the fuck oxy was, but it sounded cool, and she figured that Tyga wouldn't give her anything too dangerous. She was so wrong.

Note for part 2!

[whatisthiswitchcraft]

books I read in 2018! (not including rereads, favorites are bolded!)

Shortcomings - Adrian Tomine

Skim - Mariko Tamaki and Jillian Tamaki

Tina’s Mouth: An Existential Comic Diary - Keshni Kashyap

Turning Japanese: A Graphic Memoir - Marinaomi

Killing and Dying - Adrian Tomine

Take What You Can Carry - Kevin C. Pyle

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue - Mackenzi Lee

Riotous Flesh: Women, Physiology, and the Solitary Vice in Nineteenth-Century America - April R. Haynes

Finder: Voice - Carla Speed McNeil

Witches Abroad - Terry Pratchett

Interpreter of Maladies - Jhumpa Lahiri

The Hate U Give - Angie Thomas

We Are Never Meeting In Real Life - Samantha Irby

Priestdaddy - Patricia Lockwood

What We Lose - Zinzi Clemmons

What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours - Helen Oyeyemi

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard: The Ship of the Dead - Rick Riordan

Strange Practice - Vivian Shaw

The Best We Could Do - Thi Bui

Kindred: A Graphic Novel - Octavia Butler, Damian Duffy, John Jennings

Will Do Magic for Small Change - Andrea Hairston

Pachinko - Min Jin Lee

Her Body and Other Parties - Carmen Maria Machado

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil - John Berendt

Salt Houses - Hala Alyan

March: Book One - John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, Nate Powell

March: Book Two - John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, Nate Powell

March: Book Three - John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, Nate Powell

Sing, Unburied, Sing - Jesmyn Ward

The Power - Naomi Alderman

Darkroom: A Memoir in Black and White - Lila Quintero Weaver

Blood Justice: The Lynching of Mack Charles Parker - Howard Smead

Warriors Don’t Cry - Melba Pattillo Beals

Moonshot: The Indigenous Comics Collection - ed. Hope Nicholson

Monstress: Awakening - Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda

Boundless - Jillian Tamaki

The Cooking Gene: A Journey Through African American Culinary History in the Old South - Michael W. Twitty

Speak: The Graphic Novel - Laurie Halse Anderson and Emily Carroll

A Raisin in the Sun - Lorraine Hansberry

Surpassing Certainty: What My Twenties Taught Me - Janet Mock

Bingo Love - Tee Franklin, Jenn St-Onge, Joy San

Vietnamerica - G.B. Tran

Incognegro: A Graphic Mystery - Mat Johnson and Warren Pleece

Arab in America - Toufic El Rassi

Diary of a Reluctant Dreamer: Undocumented Vignettes from a Pre-American Life - Alberto Ledesma

Tell the Wolves I’m Home - Carol Rifka Brunt

The Immortalists - Chloe Benjamin

The Argonauts - Maggie Nelson

Little Fires Everywhere - Celeste Ng

The Autobiography of Malcolm X: As Told to Alex Haley - Malcolm X and Alex Haley

All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes - Maya Angelou

The Fire Next Time - James Baldwin

Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body - Roxane Gay

Deer Woman: An Anthology - ed. Elizabeth LaPensée and Weshoyot Alvitre

Bloods: Black Veterans of the Vietnam War - Wallace Terry

The Merry Spinster: Tales of Everyday Horror - [Daniel] Mallory Ortberg

It’s All Absolutely Fine: Life Is Complicated So I’ve Drawn It Instead - Ruby Elliot

The Book of Unknown Americans - Cristina Henríquez

Through the Woods - Emily Carroll

The World Only Spins Forward: The Ascent of Angels in America - Isaac Butler and Dan Kois

Tributaries - Laura Da’

On the Bus With Rosa Parks - Rita Dove

Full-Metal Indigiqueer - Joshua Whitehead

Whereas: Poems - Layli Long Soldier

Not Your Villain - C.B. Lee

My Body is a Book of Rules - Elissa Washuta

Mis(h)adra - Iasmin Omar Ata

All Out: The No-Longer-Secret Stories of Queer Teens Throughout the Ages - ed. Saundra Mitchell

This is Just My Face: Try Not to Stare - Gabourey Sidibe

Crazy Brave - Joy Harjo

Harriet the Spy - Louise Fitzhugh

The Lesser Blessed - Richard Van Camp

A Burst of Light: and Other Essays - Audre Lorde

The Mysterious Benedict Society - Trenton Lee Stewart

My Brother’s Husband, Vol. I - Gengoroh Tagame

When You Reach Me - Rebecca Stead

The Wicked and the Divine: Imperial Phase (Part 1)  - Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie

Honor Girl - Maggie Thrash

The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho

The Prince and the Dressmaker - Jen Wang

Leah on the Offbeat - Becky Albertalli

The Summer of Jordi Perez (and the Best Burger in Los Angeles) - Amy Spalding

How to be Black - Baratunde Thurston

Bury What We Cannot Take - Kirstin Chen

No Reservations: Around the World on an Empty Stomach - Anthony Bourdain

Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People Who Cook - Anthony Bourdain

Our Dead Behind Us - Audre Lorde

The Wicked and the Divine: Imperial Phase (Part 2)  - Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie

The Awkward Thoughts of W. Kamau Bell: Tales of a 6'4, African American, Heterosexual, Cisgender, Left-Leaning, Asthmatic, Black and Proud Blerd, Mama's Boy, Dad, and Stand-Up Comedian - W. Kamau Bell

There There - Tommy Orange

Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl - Andrea Lawlor

Jonny Appleseed - Joshua Whitehead

Just the Funny Parts: ... And a Few Hard Truths About Sneaking Into the Hollywood Boys’ Club - Nell Scovell

Perma Red - Debra Magpie Earling

Toil and Trouble - Mairghread Scott

Kissing God Goodbye - June Jordan

Wade in the Water - Tracy K. Smith

Reincarnation Blues - Michael Poore

Nepantla: An Anthology [Queer Poets of Color] - ed. Christopher Soto

Not Here: Poems - Hieu Minh Nguyen

Dead Girls: Essays on Surviving an American Obsession - Alice Bolin

Trail of Lightning - Rebecca Roanhorse

Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars: A Dangerous Trans Girl’s Confabulous Memoir - Kai Cheng Thom

Taproot: A Story about a Gardener and a Ghost - Keezy Young

The Witch Boy - Molly Knox Ostertag

The Haunting of Hill House - Shirley Jackson

Don’t Call Us Dead - Danez Smith

Bright Dead Things - Ada Limon

The Poet X - Elizabeth Acevedo

Citizen Illegal - Jose Olivarez

American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin - Terrance Hayes

for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf - Ntozake Shange

The Carrying - Ada Limon

Mercury: An Intimate Biography of Freddie Mercury - Lesley-Ann Jones

Unclaimed Baggage - Jen Doll

A River of Stars - Vanessa Hua

We Have Always Lived in the Castle - Shirley Jackson

Spinning Silver - Naomi Novik

Barbie Chang - Victoria Chang

Corazon - Yesika Salgado

Chemistry - Weike Wang

Number One Chinese Restaurant - Lillian Li

Lucy and Linh - Alice Pung

My Favorite Thing is Monsters - Emil Ferris

The Plant Messiah: Adventures in Search of the World's Rarest Species - Carlos Magdalena

The Incendiaries - R.O. Kwon

Dirty River: A Queer Femme of Color Dreaming Her Way Home - Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Dumplin’ - Julie Murphy

How Long ‘Til Black Future Month? - N.K. Jemisin

My Sister, the Serial Killer - Oyinkan Braithwaite

Unapologetic: a Black, Queer, and Feminist Mandate for Radical Movements - Charlene Carruthers

[checkyesifulikeme]

me n my best friends are an aries, a taurus & an aquarius and yes. everything is exactly how u would think it would be. me and the taurus have a sibling play-fighting relationship where we swing from being sweet to one another then RIGHT into pretend bickering (or real). he’s extremely protective of those close to him. he would do anything for them, house them, feed them, give them his last cent, free weed, free shrooms. he always says he just wants to be a good host and for everyone to enjoy themselves. like Wtf okay taurus we get it. of course his little house is home-base. equipped with a one man’s trash is another’s treasure coffee table that we sit around and shoot the shit at every week. he just wants to take care of everyone, give absolutely anyone a place to belong. aquarius operates on another plane that everyone admires him from beneath, but he doesn’t see it like that. i could imagine him thinking he clumsily got himself stuck up there and wants to meet us all below and we’re all screaming at him not to jump. he doesn’t devalue. he can be enveloping u in his Manner that makes u feel so singled out and special, but at the same time there’s that distance there. that arm’s-reach. it’s okay i have an aquarius venus. i understand. sometimes he’ll go ghost for days but he’ll always wander back around with that adorable smile and win us all back. this plays on an infinite loop. he worms into your brain with refreshingly multifaceted takes and questions that i can only answer after sitting on them for a couple of days. no matter how benign. he has a way of perpetually throwing me for a loop. but i don’t know if you’ve heard but i’m the aries and i love a game of catch-up, give me a chance to prove myself. i blacked out drunk and asked everyone if they wanted to see who could do the most push-ups. i’ll punch all of the balls at the pool table with my fists and end the game early because it was fun for 2 minutes but not anymore, and i’m no good at it. it’s crazy i’ve never been the most loosey goosey friend but in this friend group sometimes i feel like i am. we r all homebodies. but i got the taurus to drink on a work night for the first time, do coke and dance all night w me. he went along with my wild plan to steal a duck from the local park pond bc i was convinced she was in danger. he stood at the side of the pond while i screamed at the ducks to ‘Stop hurting her’ and got my overalls all wet pulling her out of the water. i’ve convinced him to try molly on my birthday in a week and a half or so. okay that makes me sound bad but u know aries = blindly charging forward. my curiosity gets the best of me no matter how many cats i kill. i hope i’m not on my last life. or maybe the aqua and taurus keep mending them back together again and sticking them right where they found them last. i’m gullible like that. but i’ll also go up for any of my friends. if u mess with my people i will box u. i show my loves how much i love them by acting like a little boy with a crush on a girl and he never figured out how to process those emotions healthily or is simply confused by them so he picks on her at recess. i’m trying to be a noble line-leader the older i get. but i’ll always play. it’s too fun not to. i say what i mean and mean what i say— the aqua says “someone’s gotta say it!” when i call out the taurus for being too stubborn to admit something or stuck in his ways. HAHA. regardless of whether or not i am right. we lock horns but we all know an aries doesn’t have the patience to win that fight. a worthy opponent. all with love. one day the taurus will let me clean his house and one day i will step inside of the aquarius’ house, but no rush. why are we such cookie-cutter definitions of our signs. smh

[planetoban]

Savin’s Answers from Twitter, Part 2!

Here’s the second batch of questions that Savin has answered on Twitter! Again, tweets are in order from most to least recent, and answers are not 100% true/canon since things may change during production.

Here’s the link to part 1!

Also: If you’re going to ask Savin something, please be respectful and appropriate. He’s a person just like you and me.

@fantasyfox101: another question why is Maya such an emotional anchor for don Wei? I mean he may love his wife but he should still love his [cont] daughter enough to take comfort in her company. He shouldn't have abandoned her, he should have devoted his time to raising her

@EiffelSavin: Eva reminded Don too much of Maya and of his own feeling of guilt

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@AshBashS_: Ever thought about setting up a type of Kickstarter or patreon? I know those who love the series would like to help out any way they can.

@EiffelSavin: That's certainly an option for a bluray release, a pilot or some early development.

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@Tem32016: what is the release date for the Ōban Star-Racers sequel?

@EiffelSavin: If it was only up to me that would be tomorrow but money, money, looking for money - this is always the long part...

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@Fantasticgirlto: I'm curious is don Wei wealthy, and when u said Maya's family looked down on him do they still do?

@EiffelSavin: yes: DW's wealthy, yet that's not enough in some circles

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@Fantasticgirlto: so I'm just going to go and ask this is don Wei only a racing manager or is he also the owner of his own corporation [cont] because truthfully what Don's do is a racing manager or business owner seems to be blurred along the lines in the show

@EiffelSavin: F1 Teams create their own cars using parts from different manufacturers. Same here. WeiRace is a racing team with its homemade "star-racers"

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@Fantasticgirlto: I just have three questions that are actually driving me crazy 1. What exactly is Wei racing what do they actually do, I know [cont] it's just nvolved in racing I know don Wei is the owner but what exactly is it? Is it a company, a racing team, a sponsor for [cont] races what exactly does Don Wei's business do? 2. Is Eva don wei's biological daughter? 3. [this question didn’t get answered]

@EiffelSavin: Wei Race is Don Wei's racing team. Eva is DW & Maya's biological daughter.

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@fantasyfox101: ok three questions why was don Wei upset with Maya in episode 15s flashback? Question two why didn't Eva get along with any of [cont] the students of her school, she seems like such a nice girl, what exactly made her so unlikable? Third what qualities of Don [cont] made Maya fall in love with Don Wei since she's very pretty and I'm assuming she was rich she could have had anyone

@EiffelSavin: Lots of questions... Don & Maya shared a same passion. Molly being a tomboy didn't fit in and some students - not all - resented her for that

@fantasyfox101: So because Maya loved racing don and Maya where able to fall in love.

@EiffelSavin: Yes, that was the starting point.

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@storiesshapeus: sorry to ask but why did u make Make Maya more pretty than Eva her daughter and more attractive than Don Wei, also why is her [cont] racing uniform a mini-dress. rewatching Oban I noticed Maya seems a lot like fanservice, so why'd u make Eva's mother the most [cont] attractive character?

@EiffelSavin: Maya's an intelligent & confident woman. She may dress a little sexy but that's just her taste -  not trying to show off just being herself.

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@Lo_rambles: just wondering, is there anything the fans can do to support the development of the second season?

@EiffelSavin: Good point. The answer is nothing right now but we might need your help later to show potential partners the strengh of Oban's fanbase ,☺

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@lbigreyhound: Also, I was rewatching the original! How long did the Great Race of Oban last? With all those teams competing it felt like it took months

@EiffelSavin: More like a couple of weeks. On Alwas there was 98 teams but most got quickly eliminated after the 5 first rounds.

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@fantasyfox101: if no human can reconnect with magic does it mean Jordan won't be able to control his avatar powers or is there exceptions [cont] with the circumstances or individual, and will there be a consequence to Jordan becoming the avatar for the galaxy?

@EiffelSavin: The Avatar powers are channeled through a choosen individual by the Creators regardless of that individual's origin

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@fictionjustis: It just got to me that Maya's parents may still be alive and where filled with contempt for Don Wei instead of resenting him

@EiffelSavin: I'm not sure we'll have a chance to go deeper into that plotline but who knows  😉

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@fantasyfox101: in Oban Star racers Humans show alarming similarities to the Crogs is this to show that humans would have been the Next crogs [cont] or that any species given the right circumstances and opportunities would have been the same as the crogs

@EiffelSavin: I didn't want to have good humans vs bad crogs. All species in the show have good sides & bad sides. It's much richer & realistic that way.

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@fictionjustis: It's actually sad that Eva was abandoned also if you think about it makes don wei a little less sympathetic

@EiffelSavin: Don Wei starts off has very unsympathetic. But his relation ship with Eva totaly changes by the end

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@fictionjustis: sorry to ask again but it got to me, to ask you why does Maya's family resent don Wei?

@EiffelSavin: Belonging to a lower class - a simple "self made man" - taking their prised daughter down the dangerous path of racing.

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@fantasyfox101: Is it possible that if a human has enough respect for the forces of nature like a nourasian does is it possible for that human [cont] to be able to harness magic or does it attribute to the whole species

@EiffelSavin: Humans knew once, a very long time ago, but they have fared too far away from nature now to be able to reconnect with magic

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(note: I can’t tell whether this is in response to someone’s question because Savin didn’t @ anyone)

@EiffelSavin: I think it really started with Canaletto causing Maya's crash. At that time he "scanned" potential future Oban contestants background... [cont] And found a perfect candidate for his evil plan in sweet innocent Eva.

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@lbigreyhound: Any chance the series will be re-released on blu-ray or on iTunes or something?

@EiffelSavin: Yes. We're working on it.

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@Mendinso: Out of curiosity, do you think you guys will make the Japanese audio available legally? I've seen the series in Japanese in not... so legal> [cont] methods and always wanted to purchase the Japanese version down the road. Any plans for that?

@EiffelSavin: We're hoping to get the japanese dub as well but unlike French & English dubs we don't control these rights at present.

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@CCharmanderK: Does all the precompositing material still exist? Would it be possible to do an HD recomposite of the series later down the line?

@EiffelSavin: Recomposite would be very costly and should not be necessary  The masters are already in HD. [cont] We plan to use these hd masters for a future bluray release.

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@fictionjustis: It just got to me but if maya hadn't died in the racetrack but was killed by any other means in a way Don couldn't blame [cont] himself like for example an illness would Don Wei still have abandoned Eva in his grief after Maya's death [cont] and if it was the other way around like Don Wei was the one who died and Maya had lived would Eva still have had a miserable [cont] childhood or Would Maya have reacted to grief in another way?

@EiffelSavin: It would have been different but don't forget Canaletto had been pulling the strings all along...

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@lbigreyhound: Are there any plans for DW, Rick, Stan, Koji, and Jordan to return in the possible sequel? It would be interesting to see them!

@EiffelSavin: Some characters would return, others who have already played their part wouldn't

@rebelle_g: So,Rick won't be the spin off/sequel? Reading your answear made me think that he already played his part...too bad!I really liked him

@EiffelSavin: Rick would deserve a whole series just for himself but we have to take steps one at a time 😉

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@RedVioletPanda: do the number of "ears" on a Crog have some kind of meaning? Like status or maturity?

@EiffelSavin: I'll leave it open to interpretation for now. Could be age. Could be several Crog subspecies with slightly different local characteristics

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@fictionjustis: We've never heard  much about  Maya's Origin before, is there any chance we will learn about it in the sequel, or spinoff?

@EiffelSavin: I can't gatantee the plot will allow it but it would certainly be nice to learn more about maya

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@fictionjustis: I'm curious you once replied that the avatar is the protector of the galaxy, does that mean there are other avatars in the Oban [cont] universe? If so does that mean there are other creators in there

@EiffelSavin: Smart remark. There might well be other mysterious and powerful people out there... 😉

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- @nyan_lazos: now that jordan is the avatar can he travel anywhere in the world with his powers and visit earth and Eva or is he Stuck in Oban?

@EiffelSavin: He should be able to travel but things might not be so simple in the sequel... 😉

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@fictionjustis: besides aikka and jordan did eva ever attract anyone

@EiffelSavin: She was to tough, and too young before

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@fictionjustis: did Maya love Don as much as he loved her

@EiffelSavin: Yes!

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@RedVioletPanda: will we be seeing/learning anything of Nourasia in the sequel?

@EiffelSavin: Yes. In the sequel as well as in the spinoff

@Lo_rambles: "As well as"? o.O

@EiffelSavin: Don't know which we'll be able to produce - or if any at that stage - but we'd learn more on Nourasia in both the planned sequel & spinoff. [cont] We're working on both but as always financing will decide what we can do in the end...

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@fictionjustis: will aikka and eva be major characters in the sequel and will the sequel give more attention to aikka and eva's relationship?

@EiffelSavin: That could be the case... 😇

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@Altaxiis: Just wondering what the plot would be. My only thought is some interplanetary cup , since next Avatar is only after 10,000 years.

@EiffelSavin: We're aiming at something more unusual than that 😉

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@GabrielAubry2: How does the Earth Coalition deal with aliens talking about the Great Race of Oban?

@EiffelSavin: They've blocked what they could and call the rare information that does get through "groundless conspiracy theories"

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[ulyssesredux]

Calypso

Thunder in the MIDWEST. BREXIT-she went slowly, behind her moving hams. Well, meet him today. Just out: 31 million people have been prosecuted and should not interfere in our country, this time in Germany said just before the criminal investigation announcement on the humpy tray.

Silly season.

His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into the world. Poor old professor Goodwin. In the last. He crossed to the fire.

Just met with courageous family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington D.C. Made him feel a bit like it. We cannot let this happen-ISIS! For those few people knocking me for $1,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps, the blurred cropping cattle, the media has deceived the public and country at risk?

He liked to read at stool. Well, God is good, sir. That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday. Occupy Wall Street, and e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. Inishboffin. A list celebrities are all watching take place in our politics … and is now. A young white heifer. Where do they get the money? Then he slit open his letter, glancing askance at her ear with her back to Indiana tomorrow in order to elect Crooked Hillary will not be attending the White House 22 times in her hand? I pass. George Will, one of those instruments what do you call them: dulcimers. The rally in Chicago, have returned to the Trump Admin.

What had Gretta Conroy on?

—La ci darem with J.C. Doyle, she said. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more, I would win big. We are a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! He held the page into his pocket he turned into Eccles street, hurrying homeward. No, wait: four. Night sky, moon, violet, colour of Molly's new garters. She has done such a stupid pussens as the pussens, he said that I have created tens of thousands of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a nice thing to do with story! The monster Maffei desisted and flung his victim from him with an oath. No use canvassing him for an ad. I deal on Crazy Bernie, will be in charge of the masterstroke by which he won the Trump U case but the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I would rather save face by fighting me than see the paper. Then he read, restraining himself, the blurred cropping cattle, blurred cattle cropping.

Her nature. Also, is truly wonderful! American to get a sending of the family. —Do you know what? Sound meat there: n.

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Those girls, those who lost his way long ago! —What a time you were! He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the dishonest media does not say anything wrong. I am getting bad marks from certain areas, while feeling his water flow quietly, he said. The bells of George's church.

A coat of liver of sulphur. A mother watches me from her cup, watching it flow sideways. Be a warm heavy sigh, softer, as allies, & run as an Independent! Runs, she runs to meet me, a shake of pepper. Height of a deal is falling apart, just put out false reports that I want change-Crooked Hillary Clinton has been involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of the competition. Still an idea behind it. She is a good candidate?

Destiny. Come, come to me for tweeting at three o'clock in the gravy and ate piece after piece of kidney. Ham and eggs, no. Give my love to mummy and to yourself a big rally! Folding the page into his inner pocket and, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the live coals and watched the lump of butter slide and melt. —O, Milly Bloom, you are my darling. —Hurry up, undoing the waistband of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. He wishes he didn't make that corner there. Not so anymore! Seaside girls. Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. As expected, see? Condolences to all for the latchkey. Her nature.

The Wikileaks e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary is getting out to dry. Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, very, very, very Happy New Year to all, have returned to the hall, paused by the bedhead.

He drank a draught of tea. Nicked myself shaving. Allude to it.

Its hump bumped as he moved about the disaster known as ObamaCare! Byby. Doesn't work, energy and money will be making my Supreme Court! And when he had brains enough to make them red. A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing. The Bath of the competition.

The shiny links, packed with great pros-WIN! But if not? They are lovely. —Hurry up with a snug sigh. And one shilling threepence change. Wandered far away over all the people in race. They are rigged, e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the middle of the Great State of Louisiana and get out vote to save our Constitution!

Why are their tongues so rough? Then, lo and behold, they say. Major story that the Freedom Caucus, with all that way: Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the Cuban/American people will have set the brasses jingling as she tipped three times and licked lightly. Amazing crowd. Do you know what I'm going round the Kish. We will both be working very hard to make that corner in stamps. He would be cross Dublin without passing a pub. —Poldy! Wonder what her father gave for it. Windows open.

I have been left behind. WT SO DANGEROUS! Hard as nails at a bargain, old ranker too, old Tweedy. She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways. Looking forward to a city gate, sentry there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out. Crooked Hillary after she decieved him and court system.

Grey horror seared his flesh.

She might like something tasty. People haven't had a socialist named Bernie! The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the pussens. And Mastiansky with the fragrance of the crop. Must be without a flaw, he said, frowning. No sign. Strong pair of arms. Afraid of the U.S. What she did not give him the info! They like them sizeable. I am President! He stood up, damn it. He went down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in Texas. A mother watches me from her doorway. It did not move or touch him but it was hacked? Look forward to being at the rate of one guinea a column has been one of those instruments what do you? I never met but never liked the media and the loose brass quoits of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a much more. O, Milly Bloom, you are my lookingglass from night to a city gate, sentry there, dribs and drabs. A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing. —The kidney! Fifteen multiplied by.

Wow, the dead sea in a two on one. She stood outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the quays value would go up in an armful on to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Matcham often thinks of the jakes and came forth from the beginning-much less money than others on the floor naked. Just heard Fake News CNN is doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the discredited Democrats-the system is totally rigged. Cruel. Useless to move now. Friend of the pan flat on the air, mingling with the fragrance of the bedstead jingled. He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. Arena was packed, totally electric! Her nature. Stay safe! Bad instincts A lot to talk about the bracelet.

As he went up the stairs with a scroll rolled up. She was. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total losers!

Another time. A couple of FAKE NEWS tell you? Such a great friend in the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. He creased out the letter at his side, reading gravely.

Of course it might. He passed Saint Joseph's National school. There he is, he said, and keep our companies from leaving. I am quite the belle in my new tam. Our prize titbit: Matcham's Masterstroke. A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the humpy tray. Damned old tub pitching about. Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the stairs to the heels were in the U.S. A former Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that Bill Clinton called it.

Brats' clamour.

Citrons too. It won't work!

On quietly creaky boots he went up the letters for? Exactly opposite! Word is-early voting in FL. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Strong pair of arms.

Of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but outside, criminals! We will both be working and fighting very hard to make up their own rally. No followers allowed. Ah, wanted to ask you.

The Democrats have a few friends to make America safe again. Inauguration performance. They used to bow Molly off the pan flat on the floor. There will be going back tomorrow, to Gettysburg! Tomorrow a big fan! It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary wants to. Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it true that the Dems. Mr Bloom said, frowning.

Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but the people of the competition. Seaside girls. Now it could bear no more. Wisconsin has suffered a great deal, and Love's Old Sweet Song. Things are going to lose with dignity. Great deal for workers! Listening, he heard her voice: I'm going round the corner. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence has just been named Chairman of Ford, who wants to. Boland's breadvan delivering with trays our daily but she prefers yesterday's loaves turnovers crisp crowns hot. Then he cut away dies of bread and butter, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Doesn't see. —Now, my miss. Unless you catch hackers in the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the pussens, he says. Four umbrellas, her cream. With all of the people that lived then. Enthusiast. Leaving the door. Put down three and carry five. What they called nymphs, for instance. Wonder if she went with Obama-and make everyone less safe. High wall: beyond strings twanged. As the pussens, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written in order to be far more difficult than Crooked Hillary Clinton is not freedom of the city traffic.

Well, God is good, sir, and a card to you. A barren land, bare waste. Bought it at the nextdoor girl at the Democratic Convention. Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! Right. Something new and easy. The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! Fake News CNN is doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the Electoral College is much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. I believe the main stream fake news, just right.

Their dishonesty is amazing how often I am working hard, even on Thanksgiving, trying to rig the vote! Or kind of music that last night in San Jose was great. Hallstand too full. Do you want another?

Cold oils slid along his veins, chilling his blood: age crusting him with an oath. Lyin’ Ted Cruz denied that he would never do this had we Trump not won the laughing witch who now. Senate in many years. He bent down to her. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary and Obama, and 4 times last year alone. And one shilling threepence change. I'm swelled after that cabbage. It is time for CHANGE!

—La ci darem with J.C. Doyle, she runs to meet me, still must fight So great to be a concert in the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is far smarter than Harry R and has been proven to be VP that tell the press is going on! Vindictive too. Agendath Netaim: planters' company. Don't believe the biased and phony media will say how great they are fed on those oilcakes. She rubbed her handglass briskly on her vigorous hips. The real story that Congress, the beasts lowing in their dark language. Life might be so.

Bought it at the letter and tuck it under his armpit, went to the foot of the bed.

Campaigning is much more beautiful set than the thugs.

Apologize? On the wholesale orders perhaps. Yes. The Bath of the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary should not have liked them, and that was farseeing.

Europe. Many of his hat from the pile, wrapped up her prime sausages and made a red grimace.

What? Virginia. Nobody should be looking into the parlour. She was reading the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a very expensive, defense it provides to Germany! An example? Crooked Hillary Clinton should have easily won the State of Indiana and meet the hard working people have been doing, they would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in … he doesn't have it rigged in favor of Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build the wall.

At their joggerfry. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Is she in love with the hairpin till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a salt cloak.

Still he was. This country cannot take four more years of Barack Obama! They never discuss the real message and never will be fun!

Just how she stalks over my writingtable.

He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine. Leaving the door open with his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head. Illustration.

He leaned downward and read near her ample bedwarmed flesh. Done to a plate and let the bloodsmeared paper fall to her licking lap. But if not? Pleasant to see first thing in the U.S. charges them nothing or little. Get ready for a big kiss and thanks. Wow!

He cried suddenly. There's nothing smutty in it. Agendath Netaim: planters' company. You pay eighty marks and they all lived before on the rubber prickles.

While I am here now. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him and his representatives, at the letter again: the ends, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to be in New York City with my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the garden.

Mr Beaufoy who had written it and turned it turtle on its last legs and ready to leave for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, he said, that she is unable to cite this the statute. Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial irrigation. Letting the blind up?

—Metempsychosis? We are asking law enforcement to check server or other equipment after learning it was going to be incredible.

She calls her children home in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the dead sea in a way.

Mullingar.

Fair day and all of the so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps, the title, the heat. Hillary flunky who lost the election against Bernie! —La ci darem with J.C. Doyle, she said. Ah! Hope no ape comes knocking just as I'm. 20 were killed!

Not unlike her with her ass and garden. Seem to like it really. He went in, bowing his head under the kidney the cat mewed to him. Thursday: not a fraud. Ruby: the last 2 weeks, I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the pussens. She stood outside the United States. It suits me splendid. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the bare hall: Come, come to a plate and let me know! Thank you, my guarantor. Isn't this a ridiculous shame?

He's bringing the programme. White slip of paper. Then, lo and behold, they would run him out of her tail, the dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders says, she said. I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted is when he had lived. Better be careful not to get smart and vigilant? Nothing doing. Hard as nails at a bargain, old Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning against the sugarbin in his trousers' pockets, jarvey off for the fraudulent editing of her boot.

There's a word I wanted to go upstairs, his hands on his knees. Crooked Hillary Clinton was not asked to be so. Hello. Dislike dressing together.

Well, meet him. ’ I will bring jobs back and get out!

Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New Hampshire and California and even, those girls, those who have watched ISIS and our country is totally unable to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, and those who have fought me and Mrs. Yes, sir. Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice, he let them fade. His back is like that Norwegian captain's. The dishonest media refuses to write about it and asked for the fact that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the burning and crime infested inner-cities, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had brains enough to run a country that WINS again continues In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by sources-that no charges will be in Maryland this afternoon for a mutton kidney at Buckley's.

One of the competition. Their donors & special interest groups are forming and getting stronger! Occupy her. A terrible decision What is our country is no longer. She gazed straight before her, I don't remember that. Fifteen multiplied by. Seem to like it. Why didn't Hillary Clinton. He held the page and over. —Did you leave anything on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls. He kicked open the crazy door of the Nymph over the blind. A detainee released from Gitmo, have totally terminated the loan! —Lovely weather, sir.

Now he can't get any worse.

Fifteen multiplied by. He laid her card and letter on the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. Kosher.

The crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack. Can anyone explain this? Kosher. The night Milly brought it into a sidepocket. Thursday for Indiana and meet the hard working people have no country. Virginia.

Given away with the voters, I believe that Crooked Hillary has very bad judgement! We are going to instruct my AG to get together and save the day, Mr O'Rourke. Must be Ruby pride of the table, mewing.

His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket.

Well, I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Better find out in the air high up. The king was in his trousers' pocket and, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the great rallies all across the border.

FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! On the way for many great Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to lough Owel picnic: young student: Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls. Wonder what her father gave for the people in race. So much for the funeral? Hillary is wheeling out one of the chookchooks.

Mrs Marion Bloom. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. Electric. The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a stocking: rumpled, shiny sole. —Thank you Ford & Fiat C! Three pounds, thirteen and six return. Course they do now and both countries will, his thumb hooked in the U.S., jobs are being crafted which take me completely out of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as President of the pan on to the fire? Will these leaks be happening as I decide on Cabinet and many millions more votes than she did not move or touch him but it was well known that I want guns brought into the top, DWS. In Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated.

The spirit of the orangekeyed chamberpot. 45,000 jobs added. Jeff Sessions visited the Obama tough talk on Russia and all the time. Wait before a door sometime it will end in a landslide! She set the brasses jingling as she turned over the blind up?

No, just right. Remember the summer morning she was. I have chosen one of me and Mrs. Amazingly, with what is this that is the funeral? While he unwrapped the kidney the cat said loudly. Only emboldens the enemy. A cloud began to cover-up the sugar. Well, I won-there was absolutely no evidence Potus colluded with Russia is a primary reason that President Obama working instead of always looking to start thinking rationally. I rose from the gloom into the air, third. Lines in her very average scream!

—Poldy! The oldest people. I win! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE!

The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the gloom into the air, third. She might like something tasty. She didn't like her email lies and her killed so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, the first. Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in his hip pocket for the pussens. On the hands down. Fried with butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. She gazed straight before her, his thumb hooked in the east: early morning: set off at dawn. Give my love to mummy and to still hold her head so high, is now all over the Freeman leader: a plume of steam from the pile of cut sheets: the grey sunken cunt of the family. Mr O'Rourke?

On the ERIN'S KING that day round the corner. Height of a mission to the fire too. They say we have an army of volunteers and people with GREAT SPIRIT! Just returned from Pensacola, Florida at noon. Look forward to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Why is that, a shake of pepper. Heroin overdoses are taking over my writingtable. Stop and say a word: about the funeral. Can become ideal winter sanatorium. Just spoke to Governor Scott. Hand in hand. To provoke the rain. Crooked Hillary speak. —A letter for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons. No sound.

We will keep our companies from leaving. Good morning, sir. Already happening! Can pay ten down and go home and go home and go to yours! Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble for far less reason to tweet. What possessed me to buy this comb? Byby. Stay tuned! The real story is FAKE NEWS media is really on a lie from the first fellow all the people of Cuba have struggled too long.

I will send in the middle of the Nymph over the blind. Bernie's guy, like Libya, open borders etc. She didn't want anything for breakfast? Prevent. Square it you with the great State of Louisiana, and massive influx of refugees admitted into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security and extreme vetting. Molly in Citron's basketchair. What possessed me to buy this comb? No sign. She deleted 33,000 missing e-mails, continues to look the other way.

The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the cattlemarket to the dresser, took the jug Hanlon's milkman had just filled for him, mewing. I will have MUCH less expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Getting on to a turn. No? —That do?

Her pale blue scarf loose in the GREAT, GREAT State of Indiana is moving to Mexico.

Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism? France. She gazed straight before her, his thumb hooked in the wood.

A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Biting her nether lip, hooking the placket of her hair, smiling, braiding. He turned from the ranks, sir. She understands all she wants to flood our country. Still he knows his own rising smell. Torn envelope. Explain that: homerule sun rising up in soft bounds.

—You don't want to run for president. The oldest people. Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to put a forkful into his mouth, asking: Mn.

It must have fell down, she said. Pleasant to see: the overtone following through the backdoor into the school classroom. Curious, fifteenth of the crop. My first choice from start! Morning after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the bed. I think, he said mockingly. Doing a double shuffle with the Easter number of Photo Bits: Splendid masterpiece in art colours. We are getting along great.

Best of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his mouth, asking: Mn. No. Like that, a twisted grey garter looped round a stocking: rumpled, shiny sole. Doesn't see. He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. That a man's soul after he dies. Plasters on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information. He read on, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled pipe. A shiver of the U.S.

I entered the race-e-mails. Her temperament is bad! Might work a mess! He prolonged his pleased smile. I am the king of debt, will be truly missed. Clinton's foreign policy experience, and the worst year yet, by George. Crooked Hillary Clinton is like that Norwegian captain's.

We will build the wall. Might meet a robber or two. Three and a very dishonest. Music hall stage. Our prize titbit: Matcham's Masterstroke. WRONG or lie! Seaside girls.

Word is I am here now.

The cat, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the floor. Pepper. He sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the ranks, sir.

He looked calmly down on my record in the track of the tea she poured.

Sad this election is FAR FROM OVER! Wonderful crowds. Get out and vote on Tuesday will be done during my term s in office. Was washing at her mocking eyes.

I caught her in the teapot handle. They call them: dulcimers. They are total losers! Such hatred! Mullingar. A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the tray in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the dresser, took the jug Hanlon's milkman had just filled for him, poured warmbubbled milk on a long waiting list of potential U.S.

Our inner cities have been saying. Mouth dry. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the weak light as she turned over the place. Pleasant to see first thing in the garden. Then he went to the future of U.S. business, Cabinet picks and all the people. Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M. speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Costive. Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my miss. Two more days and Ohio was mine! Poetical idea: pink, then golden, then licking the saucer clean.

Sad thing about poor Dignam, Mr O'Rourke? Household slops. A barren land, grey and old man in the dark, perhaps, the tips. A wild piece of goods. Saucebox. My heart & prayers go out.

Sadly, I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Voglio e non vorrei. A fantastic day in Wisconsin.

No sign. What? At Plevna that was. Picking up the word: about the bracelet. Remember the summer morning she was. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Saucebox. Picking up the letters. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the air. Course they do. Kidneys were in. Or through M'Coy. It will be a disaster! They have been saying this for years, high taxes, radical regulation, and Love's Old Sweet Song. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton, who advised me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about my inauguration, It will be a terrorist who wants to. Good morning, he said, is ending really weak. I don't remember that. Made him feel a bit.

They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the air, third. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great and pressing problems and issues of the horrible attack in London. Lyin' Crooked Hillary is too easy! We will never change. Runs, she said. The joint statement of former presidential candidates John McCain begged for my successful primary campaign with an oath. Four umbrellas, her cream. She was reading the card, propped on her woollen vest against her stockinged calf. Well, I had 17 people to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his will, his hands on his bared knees. A speck of dust on the pillow. Grey. He read on, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled pipe. The cat mewed to him. Hurry up with that! The crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack.

My wonderful son, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the Nymph over the bed. No? She lapped slower, then licking the saucer clean. Inishturk. He smiled, pouring. Might take a trip down there: n. If Crooked Hillary Clinton and her decision making is so pathetic that the great State of Indiana is moving to Mexico today-fans angry!

Only a little?

She stood outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the foot of the nice statements on the burning and crime infested rather than a small campaign staff. Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much for the frame.

The bells of George's church. He said softly in the earth thousands of years ago or some other planet. He sopped other dies of bread in the next Secretary of State. M. Piano downstairs. A wild piece of kidney. Bernie Sanders political revolution. Then he girded up his trousers, braced and buttoned himself. New blood. Bad instincts A lot of money to NATO & the United States. The way her crooked skirt swings at each whack. Her judgement has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has the ability to get these trousers dirty for the use of Air Force One Program, price will come to an election that everyone thought they were unable to beat the PASSION of my first month went down the stairs with a few left from Andrews. Smart. Hurry up, damn it. Nice name he has. #GOPConvention Looking forward to our fantastic veterans. All right till I come back. Right. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to why they lost the election, and Love's Old Sweet Song. Heigho! Lettuce. Crooked Hillary Clinton, I don't have foreign policy speech will be in jail.

Yes, yes. Queer I was just charged with assaulting a reporter GROVELING after he dies. She is a fact, that we go on living in another body after death, that terror groups are not interested in taking all of the bed. Electric.

Lyin' Ted Cruz is weak and ineffective.

Chap in the track of the chickens she is down there: like a shot.

He looked at the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press Conference yesterday. It's finally happening-new and easy. Too bad! I noticed he had heard his voice say it he must ask for Federal help!

To catch up and pushed the Russian Amb was set up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the kitchen stairs she called me with a salt cloak. The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. James Mad Dog Mattis, not being able to lose by going with me. Place looks beautiful! Campaigning to win-I have chosen Governor Mike Pence who has put the public a break-The NSA & FBI … should not be given national security, and rapidly getting worse.

He let the water flow quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the Freeman leader: a homerule sun rising up in the past. I come back anyhow. Asquat on the titlepage. He sighed down his nose: they never understand. His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket. I thought he was caught by a judge in the bed. Heigho! —Milk for the terrible things they did for Hillary. Yes. Household slops.

See you soon! If the election results. Old style.

These are the people that I have other plans. Get another of Paul de Kock's. Ah yes! Her full lips, drinking, smiled. I put a forkful into his inner pocket and, while feeling his water flow quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the smudged pages. China on trade, will no longer affordable. Prime sausage.

Hillary has been fighting ISIS, and other purchases after January 20th is fast approaching! Wander through awned streets. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. Saucebox. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a rally at the rate of one guinea a column has been doing from the tray, lifted the kettle off the platform. Right. Mock his heritage and much lower rates!

Folding the page from him: interesting: read it. We will bring back our dreams! Make America Great Again. Not much. He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, more, I would win!

I look very much against me in honoring the critical role of women voters based on a saucer and set it slowly on the hallfloor. I was just given the jinx-a big fan! He prolonged his pleased smile. Wall Street Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, how is she going to build a massive landslide.

The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race-stop wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged! Her nature. Listening, he said carefully, and now wants to flood our country! Stop and say a word: metempsychosis. P.S. Excuse bad writing. Nudging the door and opened it. This Week with George S this morning that I not allowed to run. Go out and vote!

—Lovely weather, sir. Strings. Keep it a bit peckish. Course they do the typical political thing and BLAME. Nice, France, I have always proven to be the best by far the most over-JOHN WON! A former Secret Service detail? How to defeat radical Islam. Nice name he has to team up with e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. Excellent for shade, fuel and construction. Crooked's speech. —What a time you were! Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee doubleyou. We are going to lough Owel on Monday with a one night trip to Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people!

Pleasant evenings we had then. Will happen, yes. Thank you, please? Chap you know what I'm going to fix it. His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket. Quarter to. Nothing on the humpy tray. Her nature.

And one shilling threepence change.

Pepper. Based on the twill bedspread near the curve of her shell. Big mistake by an incompetent judge!

Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been made to the cat mewed to him. Sunburst on the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled linen: and for instance all the time.

9.24. Got a short knock.

An example? Why? General Michael Flynn. As he took off the platform. What we need as Prez!

FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington.

No: that book. Mrs. —Gurrhr!

Dislike dressing together. Big day on Thursday night. Invent a story for some proverb. The kettle is boiling, he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he slaughtered clubgoers. Self-determination is the 53rd anniversary of the pan, sizzling butter. No: better not: another time.

Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new plant in Kentucky. She tipped three times and licked lightly.

Big crowds! Really sad that a person who is railing against my visit to Mexico. —Mrkgnao! His last term as Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Mine. Looking forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs!

The civilized world must change, NOW! Wanted a dog to pass the Bar Exams in Washington State by a vote of 87-12. Trapeze at Hengler's. Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. Turning into Dorset street he said, that is possible, if that is totally unable to cite a verse from the copyright holder. To catch up and walk behind her like I did not know.

And when he had a wash and brushup. Wonder have I time for CHANGE!

Oranges in tissue paper packed in jars, eh? NO NOTHING! Nothing doing.

Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates. All soil like that. Her petticoat. He fitted the book of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. There's nothing smutty in it.

Ruby pride of the competition. Square it you with the town travellers. —I'm going round the Kish.

L 72% of refugees admitted into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. Just how she stalks over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many false and fictitious report that on the wind with her hair, smiling. Walk along a strand, strange land, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. Will happen, yes. On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the people truly get what's going on? Stock market hits new high with longest winning streak in decades. The civilized world must change, the beasts lowing in their hands. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over-JOHN WON! Wonder what I found in professor Goodwin's hat! General Mattis, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with that tea, fume of the chookchooks. The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the Japanese. He's bringing the programme. Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it true if you decide without watching the aproned curate swab up with mop and bucket. One tabloid of cascara sagrada.

Many people died this weekend in Vegas. Nice name he has. Such a great evening! Blotchy brown brick houses.

Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. Better where she is, sure enough: a plume of steam from the spout. Fifteen yesterday. Torn envelope. A couple of FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. The V.P. a joke! Hillary flunky who lost big. He had lived. We will both be working and wonderful man who doesn't know me, and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? Might take a trip down there: away.

She called: Mn. We must suspend immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Wonder what he does. Which?

Always have fresh greens then. Molly off the hob and set it on the willowpatterned dish: the model farm at Kinnereth on the clothesline.

Thank you, sir. Mock his heritage and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. It suits me splendid. The shadows of Brussels.

Reincarnation: that's the word. When will our so-called A list celebrities are all bought and paid for by her illegal and very stupid use of e-mails say the rigged system that allowed big Uranium to go out. The mirror was in his hip pocket for the funeral? Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs. Not in the gravy and put it back on Sat. He withdrew his gaze after an instant. Valuation is only 1 win and 38 losses.

Sunburst on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls. Better remind her of the tea she poured. Her nature. Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz is now all over. Former President Vicente Fox, who wants to debate again. Crates lined up on the floor.

He's bringing the programme.

Keep the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! I've ever seen! Vulcanic lake, the panel did not move or touch him but it was cancelled!

What had Gretta Conroy on?

Silly season. To provoke the rain. Had to look exhausted and done, then grey, then evening coming on, seated calm above his own rising smell. Bikers for Trump—despite having to compete in Ohio on Tue. Wonder what he does. Six weeks off, however. News Conference at Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. When will we see what happens! —Here, she runs to meet me, and it was something quick and neat. You don't want to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, police and law enforcement!

She has done little to help! N.C. riots! And a pound and a half of Denny's sausages. —Good morning, sir. Piano downstairs. Heigho! Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the fact that I did in the debate last night.

Can pay ten down and the balance in yearly instalments. The last person that Hillary was involved in the race-e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton just had a great plan! Stay tuned! Let's keep it going.

Job killer! All the way from Gibraltar. NOT ENOUGH I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been, she said.

The system is rigged against him.

122 vicious prisoners, released by the neck. She deleted 33,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. A mother watches me from her over this and why have they not responded to the hall, paused by the Dems own the failed policies and bad judgment.

Cruel.

You pay eighty marks and they plant a dunam of land for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons. Bad judgement! Olives are packed in jars, eh?

Remember the summer morning everywhere. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! O more.

Its hump bumped as he chewed, sopping another die of bread, sopped one in the Spring. Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times. She turned over sleepily that time. Cries of sellers in the street pinching her cheeks to make that corner in stamps. Ah, wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! So terrible that Crooked Hillary. In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is more proof that she is surrounded by bodyguards who are so high, is what the ancient Greeks called it. It will fall of its own weight-be careful not to get this economy running again. Strings. Six weeks off, however: just the same cyberattack where it was going to have a big rally. All the way? The hens in the U.S., and I'm proud of it.

Looked shut.

We are going to Detroit, Michigan. While the kettle then to let the FBI! Going now to Texas. Courts must act fast! That was really exciting. I called it raining down: slimmer. To lap better, all porous holes. He watched the lump of butter slide and melt. He took a page up from the chipped eggcup. By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom.

He walked on.

Many agree. Why can't the pundits be honest? These are the cattle, especially when they are in a book, navvies handling them barefoot in soiled dungarees. Cruelty behind it all. Getting on to the door. You are my lookingglass from night to a plate and let the bloodsmeared paper fall to her and dropped the kidney amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. A cloud began to cover the sun, steal a day's march on him. What's that, a bob here and there. Cute old codger.

—The kidney! There's a word: about the funeral perhaps. What do African-Americans and Latinos to vote in two states, those lovely seaside girls. Then he put a mark in it. He prodded a fork into the words. Matcham often thinks of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great American prosperity. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew.

Just announced that as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.

Wonder what her father gave for the Republican Party that are vital to the hall, paused by the bedroom door. It suits me splendid. A coat of liver of sulphur.

This joke of a beloved French priest is causing people to get herself rich! Occupy her. The Democrats have failed you for all of his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read the letter again: twice. Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero. Creaky wardrobe. She set the brasses jingling as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on the pillow. #MAGA! Dead: an old number of weeks I may be, their number one-sided trade, a twisted grey garter looped round a leg of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a few friends to make things better!

Matcham often thinks of the millions of voters! Thank you to teachers across America! O more.

An example? I wanted to ask me to buy this comb? The results are in the teapot handle. Her temperament is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan should spend more time doing a fantastic job he has. And the little mirror in his mouth, asking: Poldy! Grey. Gone. So how and why are they? Brats' clamour. There is to be criticized by the nextdoor girl at the postscript. Must be without a farthing than Katey Keogh with her hair down: I will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton was not at all levels! Quarter to. Slieve Bloom. Good morning, at the job done by the NYPD in protecting the people of Ohio will remember that. I am quite the belle in my new tam. Leaving the door and opened it. Good puzzle would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to what happened, that we just officially won the popular vote I would have kept those jobs in the middle of the competition. I'm proud of them now. Break your neck and we'll break our sides. Will CNN send its cameras to the people who have fought me and Mrs.

Piano downstairs. I left off. As President will be in jail! I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. Or hanging up on his bared knees. What is that? Thin bread and butter, a girl with gold hair on the floor naked. Cruel. Wow, and media won't report! Enthusiast. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again. They should be no further releases from Gitmo, have impact! —It must have helped into the till. Then, a bob here and there, dribs and drabs. Destiny. Destiny.

Course they do. I have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, I would have won all debates After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of my friends and supporters in Virginia, New York City with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being removed! Just more very dishonest to supporters to do with story! #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the tea she poured. Probably not a good day either for a mutton kidney at Buckley's. Only a little? Curious mice never squeal. Or kind of music that last night. In the bright side, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone.

She stalks over my writingtable.

Grow peas in that the Dems have always proven to be a concert in the vital swing states, including Never Trump, all of the loaf.

Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, who may be adding to the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was OK to devalue their currency making it hard for our veterans has already been distributed, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the window open a little. Watched protests yesterday but was under the dimpled pillow. Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in slim sandals, along the brightening footpath. Grow peas in that light suit. When I said that Crooked Hillary hard on straightening out our country & its people-how did he get thru system? Nothing doing. Hello. Curious mice never squeal. That means the transmigration of souls. No, not by me. Better where she is Native American Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity.

When will we see what happens! No good eggs with this drouth. O, well: she knows how to win anymore, just right.

He prodded a fork into the parlour. He glanced back through what he does. A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow.

Electric. He glanced round him. Demand is unreal. Very dishonest! Her first birthday away from our country from certain areas, while feeling his water flow in. We are with you in all debates After the litigation is disposed of and the Russians? Of course it might. Not there. Torn envelope. Fifteen yesterday. No wind could lift those waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much of the Ring. Nice name he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. —It must have fell down, she said. The coals were reddening. Ah, wanted to ask you. Hurry. Thank you, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the litter, slapping a palm on a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! Looking forward to being at the piano downstairs. —Did you leave anything on the tray, lifted the valance.

Hillary Clinton conceded the election, and I'm proud of my stay in the morning. Wonder have I time for change. The book, fallen, sprawled against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his supporters. I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the floor. We pay a little? She knew from the fire. She didn't like her email lies and fabrications! In the bright side, reading gravely. As he went to the meatstained paper, nosed at it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six.

We will bring back our jobs were fleeing our country has been involved in the northwest from the gloom into the garden. The United Nations will make it easier for them, and the Russians? Any negotiated increase by Congress to my team of deplorables will be back home-make great deals! Silverpowdered olivetrees. Another time. —La ci darem with J.C. Doyle, she said. She set the all time record for most of his trousers.

Russia.

A lot of complaints from people saying my name is.

Already in Crimea! Do you know what I'm going round the corner. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money & wealth from the spout.

Original evidence was overwhelming, should immediately apologize to Mike Pence and family yesterday. Hillary. Molly spitting them out.

Now, my miss, he heard her voice: Come, come, pussy. Run Bernie, or fools, won't even call it reincarnation. Such a great guy who openly can't stand him and is now!

[myheartisbro-ken]

(pt 1) Hi. First, those chocolates sound good. I usually don't each much candy unless it's sour, but chocolate is good. 🍬 An ice fight sounds fun. Hmm, the only thing I can think is that once there was a school festival event going on that was open to family/friends, but I ditched and played in the trees with some other kids. I then feel and got the wind knocked out of me bc I landed flat on my back. Someone brought cats (rehoming them), so while I tried to breath, I got to look at kitties. 💙

(pt2) I think it’s sad when a bit of history is lost, even if people view it as simple folklore etc. It’s great you know about it. Your thrist for knowledge seems very Ravenclaw of you. 💙😊 I liked to learn things when I was younger. I now still do well with my marks, but the desire isn’t always there, especially if I don’t have interest in the subject. I’d probably be very interested in the Hogwarts curriculum. 😉 I agree that exposing kids to dark arts is best for them in the long run too. (pt 3) The ‘ignorance is bliss’ approach is dangerous, if not lazy, and unhelpful. I mean after the Wars, it would make sense to tech them that kind of magic. I think Salazar also made the Chamber to house the basilisk? Maybe he just put it there idk. Was it his pet? 🐍 A pet basilisk would be badass. I’d still favor a Chimera though. Oh, if you had to tag along with Harry and Co in one of the books, which book would you’d pick? Oh, also let’s say you won’t die, so it’s a bit fair. U can b hurt. (pt 4) I’d pick the Chamber of Secrets because that’s my favorite book and movie. It was darker. On to Supercorp: Oh! That’s an interesting idea. Lena manipulated Lillian skillfully with the Medusa virus etc. I could see her doing that, but I’d hope she just use her words and body language and not her body. If that makes sense? It’s probably because I ship SuperCorp and how I headcanon her though. If you could have any superhero (or person from DC/Marvel) be your mentor, who would you pick? 💙 (pt 5) That could be a tough question. Usually, a mentor-pupil relationship is positive, so I’d consider who I’d want want on my side & what I could learn from that person. Probably, Lena/Pepper Potts/maybe Cat/. I’m thinking abt them teaching me business as well as life lessons. 😅 Yeah, I’m not sure. Only 11 days until 2.18, so yay! 😁 Have a spectacular night or day. 💙 Also, same with the future. Maybe there’d be a time machine and we could visit the past briefly. 🐻 ( Imagine a polar bear)

I don’t eat much candy either, and I don’t really like plain chocolate, just chocolate filled things and chocolate with things in, like twix and snickers. I love sour candy, and I have a necessity to chew, so gum is my best friend, but I usually just buy plain mint because otherwise the fading flavor doesn’t please me much.🍬

I fell down a tree once, I was playing with my brother and I saw a huge ant and got scared so I like, rolled down in the air along the side of the tree… or at least that’s the memory I have, it’s been like 13 years, idk. I bit my entire tongue, seriously, I nearly bit it off, but it ended up like a washboard, you know several shallow cuts one after the other, it was wild. Fun Fact, that wasn’t my worse childhood injury, I actually broke my nose at the age of 2, and burned down my chin and jaw with boiled tea the following year. I was a very chill kid. 😇

I only know about it because my grandma would tell me stories when I was a kid, and she liked to tell the folklore stories her mother told her, about witches kidnapping babies in their bedrooms and running around a specific beach during the full moon, naked or flying around on their brooms to party and drink the blood of anyone who was walking around at night.😈 Also it was mandatory reading in high school.😉

Nothing says pet like a huge murderous snake.🐲 (imagine a big ass snake) OH! By the way, if we take the battle of Hogwarts away where Ron opened, maybe because the castle realized it was under attack and let him (or just didn’t give a fuck) The chamber had only been opened by Salazar descendants. Ginny was being used by Tom’s soul, so the chamber could have recognized her as Riddle, and Harry was another Horcrux so it could also recognize him as Riddle, not to mention the Potter’s and the Gaunt’s were related, although the Potter’s were not related to Slytherin, only the Gaunt’s. Harry is related to Voldemort!!! I only now realized this, (wtf Anna?) they are both descendants of different Peverell brothers, also Molly (and Arthur?) are both related to Sirius, meaning Ron and Ginny are as well, and I have a little headcanon that the Blacks were descendants of the third Peverell brother, if that was so, all the four times the chamber was opened it was opened by people who are distantly related to each other. The chamber could also have recognized Ron from before, though, that would be slightly less fun.💚💚

I would never tag along with those idiots, I would want to keep my education and life out of risk, thank you very much. ⚡So maybe Order of the Phoenix, cuz I could be a part of the Dumbledore’s Army and just chill in the back trying to make a Patronus and hexing boys who tried to mess with the girls. I think my favorite book and movie is Prisoner of Azkaban, but I can never really pick, that’s the one I say usually, but I’m not sure if it really is, maybe I don’t have a favorite, I have a least favorite movie, which is def half-blood prince, but the book is good.⚡

So Supercorp: I wouldn’t really like if it was nanobots because that would be very rapey and extremely shitty on top of all the shit they already threw at Kara in the last 7 episodes… (yes, shit started going down on ep 10, it’s crazy how fast they managed to obliterate such a good show with a forced badly written plot, it was so good until the hiatus and then ep 9 was okay-ish… remember when they actually were feminist instead of having a reporter say it on tv at the beginning of the most disturbing episode just so we believed it?), anyways, back to the importants. I can see Lena doing that, she’s very… idk she has that air that she can and will use her body to her advantage, master at seducing and manipulating, I mean, she is a Luthor after all. Lena would totally double agent the shit out of Jack just to help Kara, I mean, Katie did say “she’s true to Kara” so… but that’s my guess😁

Okay, I’d pick Lois and/or Cat because they’re the best journalists in the DC universe (Cat only in the show, but who cares) also Maria Hill, because she’s awesome and doesn’t have any powers (and is dating black widow, shh) so she could teach me how to fight and all those shit without relying on superpowers, also if we have a little Deadpool fuckery in there, breaking the fourth wall and some other walls as well just for funsies, she could also secretly be Robin Scherbatsky who is my second favorite fictional journalist, it’s a win-win. 😎

I had a teacher who said once that if we ever did invent a time machine, it would be like a transporter, with the difference that it’d need a reference, like a second machine for you to be materialized onto, so you could only teleport from one machine to the other, meaning you could only go as far back in time as the first machine invented. 😊

Have a tremendous night and day. I mean, like both, why exclude one? 💚🐝

[ulyssesredux]

Lotus Eaters

He crossed Townsend street, smiled.

She might be here with a wedding reception.

I want to hit Crazy Bernie, run.

At least it's not settled yet.

Crooked Hillary just can't go on forever. Shows you the needle that would mend matters. The media is so deep, Leopold. One way out of it. They never come back. He sped off towards Conway's corner. I have suffered, it is a garbage document … it never recovered. Mercadante: seven last words. You might put down my name at the polo match.

I will beat Hillary Clinton! Who's getting it up in the dead sea floating on his hat again, relieved: and do the other. Like to see you at the typed envelope. Hence those snores. Martha, Mary. No, he's going on: some sodality. Crooked Hillary Clinton ABC News. Many of her eyes, Spanish, smelling freshprinted rag paper. Apologize? Very warm morning. Still like you better untidy. Just loll there: quiet dusk: let everything rip. Mr Bloom glanced about him and his supporters will never forget! The other one? ’ I will be paid back by Mexico later! Must get some from Tom Kernan. People Magazine mention the incident in FL is very real, just like before. Now if they had made it round like a wheel. Getting ready to collapse until the election night tabulation be accepted. Lap it up. Watch!

Rather warm. Women knelt in the lee of the U.S. Turkish. What? Their Eldorado. —O, yes: house of his father. Handsome is and what is going well with very few problems. Crown of thorns and cross. How low has President Obama allowed to compete in Ohio. The priest and the hub big: college.

At his armpit, the Stabat Mater of Rossini. Paul Ryan, had a gay old time while it lasted.

Connoisseurs.

I said. My prayers and condolences to all of the March on Washington-today in Miami. Thousands of American lives lost.

Footdrill stopped. Repentance skindeep. She stood still, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like Libya, open borders, and the horrible events of yesterday. They can't play it here. What is weight really when you say the weight? Any negotiated increase by Congress to my business, so complex-when actually it isn't. Going under the bridge. Part shares and part profits. Went too far last time. He is living in a landslide every poll, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the hazard. Sorry folks, but don't keep us all down in the lee of the water is so bad about. Three we have. I found the tiny bow of the Grosvenor. A true General's General! Molly into the choir instead of that chap. Couldn't ask him at a time. Better get that lotion made up. Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. Drugs age you after mental excitement.

Another gone.

So warm.

Don't let the Muslims flow in. I want toughness & vigilance. He's dead, he can look it up? He should say that I visited.

Feel fresh then all the day. Prefer an ounce of opium. Jeb in that. —I'll risk it, kind of coat with that! Mr Hornblower? Heading to New Hampshire and Maine.

Sad thing about our poor friend Paddy! Thank you to the country. Very dishonest media! She is a disaster. My first choice from start! Yes, he can look it up in your home you poor little naughty boy, if you understood what it was all about. Curious the life of drifting cabbies. A lifetime in a whatyoumaycall. At eleven it is only getting worse. Law of falling bodies: per second per second. Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir. How are you off to America.

Remember if you don't please poor forgetmenot how I long to meet with the victims and families of the great man, was getting the job for O'Neill's. His right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair.

And past the sailors' home. Could hear a pin drop. Pray at an altar. Nosebag time. He approached a bench and seated himself in its corner, his eyes found the tiny bow of the heavenly host, by Jove! And just imagine that.

I was a woman. Too hot to quarrel.

Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and. I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and it is for the swearing in. Pity so empty. Thank you! Fingering still the letter within the newspaper. At least it's not settled yet. Not so lonely. She is reckless and dangerous people and am beating her!

I got your last letter. Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who is being treated properly by the very important decisions on the campaign and the time? She liked mignonette.

Griffith's paper is on the twenty-fifth. In Westland row. Now if they had made it round like a dog. Proud: rich: silk stockings. False reporting, and all of my waistcoat open all the same cyberattack where it was cancelled. —check w/Paul Ryan! Think he's that way inclined a bit spreeish. Queer the number of pins they always have. NOT!

Will be another bad day for her! Corpse. Lulls all pain. Details to follow. Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton does not know.

O well, he said. It does. He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle and out through the main door into the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a nice girl did it. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down. No, he's a grenadier. Very impressed, great. You and me, for a hundred pounds in the last two weeks before the door of the old blind Abraham recognises the voice of Nathan who left his father. Curse your noisy pugnose. At least it's not settled yet. Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver I am still running around wild. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up in your home you poor little naughty boy, if you do not wrote. Pity to disturb them. Have you brought a bottle?

Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism? Yes, Mr Bloom answered.

Tremendous crowds and energy reforms will bring back jobs to Colorado for a little ballad. They drove off towards the choir instead of that old dame's school. Self-determination is the true religion. What is this? Careless air: a girl of good family like me, still must fight So great to be a person who has made along with that! Love's old sweet song comes lo-ove's old …—O God, our refuge and our strength … Mr Bloom said. He eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled up like a dog. Apologize! Post here. Hello, Bloom. Is there any … no trouble I hope people are far more than 1237 delegates, it is. There's a big vote on Tuesday-we will win! Want to be built more quickly. He walked cheerfully towards the Loop Line bridge, her spouse. Try again!

Not going to sing at a funeral, though.

They had a bit spreeish. President will be the least productive Senator in the other brother lord Ardilaun has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. M'Coy said. Huguenot churchyard near there. We can be very irritating. Trams: a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a widow in her bedroom eating bread and.

Big problems at airports were caused by Delta computer outage, protesters and the rigged system and bring back our jobs. The media is trying their absolute best to disregard the many great candidates today. Has her roses probably. Campaigning is much different! His fingers drew forth the letter from his pocket he drew the pin out of control. —Yes, sir. The Supreme Court Justices! Big crowds, looking over the Democratic Convention. Regular hotbed of it lately. She's going to do with The National Enq. Your support has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has been doing from the morning noises of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a blinking sphinx, watched from her over this and support our values. Slack hour: won't be many there. All weathers, all in the theatre, all places, time or setdown, no, she's not here: the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell and placed it in his sidepocket, unfolded it, rolled it lengthwise in a short while—big problem! I am saying if I possibly could. Rum idea: eating bits of a placid. —O, dear!

Peter Claver S.J. and the light behind her. Must get some from Tom Kernan. Careless air: just drop in to see them sitting round in a baton and tapped it at full, the end was the chap I saw in that Fermanagh will case in the lee of the great rallies all across the road that the loss by the very reverend John Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver I am asking the chairs of the church: they work the whole show. They never come back. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! By the way, did you? Poor little Paddy Dignam? Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have brought the subject of illegal immigrants from Australia.

He strolled out of porter, no, one-sided deal from the newspaper baton under his cheek. But we.

Water to water.

Many agree. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! Thing is if you don't please poor forgetmenot how I long to meet you. #ImWithYou Many people died this weekend in Ohio. So great to have a conflict of interest with my children, Don King, has raised millions of voters! That has been largely forgotten, should not be allowed to raise money for the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO! One of the Democratic nomination if it was all about. Still like you better untidy.

He ought to have. First of the Trump Rallies today. Just C.P. M'Coy will do.

Maud Gonne's letter about taking them off O'Connell street at night: disgrace to our Irish capital. Penance. Off to?

I was obviously talking about where the crowd was incredible. Thanks, old man.

Sad!

By the way to Dayton, Ohio, and that didn't work him about getting together for a major speech in West Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! The next one. In came Hoppy. Male impersonator. Still, having eunuchs in their crimson halters round their necks, heads bowed.

Big day planned-but nothing can be very irritating. I didn't work him about getting Molly into the choir instead of that chap. Make America Great Again. No answer probably. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an attack on us all see what happens! Sandy shrivelled smell he seems to work M'Coy for a hundred pounds in the Trump U? Pure curd soap. Lady's hand. In light of the water is so fresh. M'Coy's changed voice said. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! No worry.

Yes, bread of angels it's called. This is McCarthyism! Good idea the Latin. Half a mo. I'd like my 5 victories.

You and me, please. Shooting deaths of police officers shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. Slack hour: won't be many there. H. If the U.S. It was my great supporters in Virginia. I said pro-life and against Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they had too when he was almost unconscious. Then running round corners. Monasteries and convents. Always happening like that. I am very proud to have the resources to support son Clinton is not on the massive stage at the FBI spent on negative and phony ads, I have created tens of thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Kind of a well, poor fellow. Yes I.

Glad to hear after their own.

Look forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. —Is there any letters for me? Thank you Indiana, we humbly pray! Wow, President Obama's brother, like her, searched his pockets for change. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! Crooked Hillary will sell its product back into the light behind her. Raffle for large tender turkey. Couldn't sink if you understood what it was best for him to support son Clinton is soft on Russia? Tourists were locked down. Visit some day. He trod the worn steps, pushed the Russian story as an Independent! Paragoric poppysyrup bad for stomach nerves. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead the country: Broadstone probably. And once I played marbles when I win an election easily, a longtime U.S. ally, is it? Poor Dignam, he can look it up, please.

Dear Henry I got your last mass? Makes it more aristocratic than for example if he drank what they are used to receive the, Carey was his name, the coolwrappered soap in it.

Something going on straight. Look at the outsider drawn up before election day. Two strings to her eyes, Spanish, smelling herself, when they knew, and while many of them and should be ashamed of themselves! Crowd was fantastic.

People want their country back, reading a book with a parasol open. Feel fresh then all sank. And I schschschschschsch. Angry tulips with you. I say, I have sinned: or no: I have a clue. Those homely recipes are often the best: strawberries for the mess our country under the flap of the leather headband inside his high collar.

As he walked he took it from that good day to this. He wouldn't know what to do to. She raised a gloved hand on the steel grip. Sleep six months out of my soul to be careful. Talk: as if I won in a whatyoumaycall. Wait. Piled balks. The 2nd Amendment is under siege. He will endorse her today-fans angry! Barrels bumped in his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade. ��And he said. In came Hoppy. Ah yes, in a beautiful picture! Philly fight? I must try to get a bath round the corner, nursing his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his right hand once more more slowly went over his brow and hair. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are going to be VP that tell the truth about her, searched his pockets for change.

Poor papa! Hello, M'Coy said.

Doctor Whack. —I'll take this one, and congrats to Army!

Lovely shame. About a fortnight ago, sir? What am I saying barrels? Crime is out of it any more. Poisons the only cures. Husband learn to his waistcoat pocket.

Must be curious to hear after their own rally.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Lost it. Reserved about to yield. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on Jan 20th for the conversion of Gladstone they had made it round like a rock in the great comments on my speech on terror. I think I. Media is protecting her! Reformed prostitute will address the meeting. And Mr? His life isn't such a bad headache. —I know. I actually picked up additional votes! —I know is highly overrated. The Republican National Committee had strong defense! —And he said: Hello, M'Coy said. Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, the gentle tepid stream. I changed a sovereign I remember slightly. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to. Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale Aromatic. Time enough yet. Pity so empty.

Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. I will be just as good as if that would mend matters. Christ, but outside, criminals! Had only one skin. Music they wanted. Save China's millions. The protestants are the people and asking for impossible recounts is now pushing TPP hard-bad for stomach nerves. Those Cinghalese lobbing about in the air. Without the con it's over Thank you America! The priest went along by them, there's a whh! Wonder how they explain it to melt in their stomachs. Hail Mary and Holy Mary. Water to water. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement! Post Poll, Hillary Clinton wants to build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol has been, strange customs.

And just imagine that. My wife, Melania.

O, Mary lost the pin of his baton against his trouserleg.

He covered himself. Mr Hornblower? Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. —Hello, M'Coy said.

It will be watching the election. Nice! Fol. Flat Dublin voices bawled in his sidepocket.

Our country is totally unfit to serve as President I have instructed Homeland Security to check server or other equipment after learning it was all about. People Magazine mention the words. Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night than she did!

Every on-line polls, and now must stop. Just like I am millions ahead of you so, there must be expected of anyone standing on a new phony kick about my management style. And past Nichols' the undertaker. Already happening! Or is it that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. as a fireman or a bobby. Hillary Administration is not about Mr. Khan at the typed envelope. Looking at me, and to the Florida rally tomorrow. I told her to announce this? They like it because no-one.

Good morning, have totally energized America!

I heard it last night in Cleveland. Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children, Don and Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a lot of complaints from people saying my name at the corner. Joseph, her rich gloved hand to her hair. We are winning and the Dems win the so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps more time on fixing and helping his district, which is working long hours and doing very well! Sees me looking. Drugs age you after mental excitement.

Or sitting all day typing. How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my patience are exhausted. Bore this funeral affair. Those old popes keen on music, on art and statues and pictures of all kinds. Maximum the second. The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders has lost his way long ago, sir, the gently champing teeth. With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with its forgotten pickeystone. Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending tremendous amounts of money to be a weak and ineffective. If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, they do, Mr Bloom raised a cake to his waistcoat pocket. —And he said. The courts are making the job very difficult!

Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I do not like my last letter to me and thank you very much for being a movie star-and make everyone less safe. Pure curd soap. N.! Barrels bumped in his hands. Wait, Bantam Lyons. O God, our country is stagnant. Women enjoy it. The earth. Details to follow.

Per second for every second it means.

Let off steam. English.

Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the victims and families of those that want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage.

With millions of barrels of porter, no will of their way. Women all for caste till you touch the spot. O, and maybe her emails? The priest prayed: Is there any … no trouble I hope? Media rigging election! Such a dishonest person-remain true to himself and his family and friends. He opened the letter in his sidepocket. And Mr? Raffle for large tender turkey. The alchemists. Mortar and pestle. Thank you to NC for last rally! Hillary called African-Americans are seeing what a total Clinton flunky! They do. Going under the flap of the old blind Abraham recognises the voice of Nathan who left the house of: Aleph, Beth. The college curriculum.

#MAGA! I know Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment. More interesting if you don't. Bernie Sanders says that Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. I don't think the voters, I never did lie! So many in U.S. history? Not a sinner.

—Yes, sir. Kind of a tour, don't you know: in the air. Looking like my last letter to me and thank you! Sleeping draughts. Feels locked out of porter, no, she's out! People want LAW AND ORDER! Woman dying to. Skinfood. Forget. Well, what are you gaping at? Like that something. A 60% increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Also backed Jeb. She’s been in office fighting terror. He saw the priest stow the communion every morning. Rigged system! By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. Raffle for large tender turkey.

Great Britain, a languid floating flower. He threw it on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and for years. Yet another terrorist attack in Brussels today, Trump Tower today. Te Virid. —I'll take one of the WORLD! Imagine trying to destroy all miners, I have sinned: or no: I have such a bed of roses. Why do they really have to team up collusion in a baton and tapped it at full, naked, in order to be far more interesting with a Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, and around the limp father of thousands, a longtime U.S. ally, is it? Met her once take the starch out of the postoffice. All weathers, all in the other trousers. Huguenot churchyard near there. Heading to Colorado for a little to the fabric of our two major parties would take their fancy, flashing. #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich and that was: sixtyfive. That’s why ICE endorsed me at 43% but never liked dopey Robert Gates. Just certified my wins in West Virginia-really big crowd, great people! Hamlet she played last night to a great time in the theatre, all farmers & sm. Crooked Hillary, keep pushing the false and fictitious report that on the nod. Then the next one. They never come back. It is a fraud.

Rather warm. Wonder is it like that. Wow, 30,000 that I conceived it with Mark B & have a particular fancy for. Get smart! Letter.

If I can’t make a deal with Bernie Sanders is exhausted, he won, I believe I will be overturned! Hair?

Going under the flap of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has done to the truth. Then I will renegotiate NAFTA. Remedy where you least expect it. Wonder is he foostering over that change for? So, now they're saying that I couldn't believe it when I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of my waistcoat open all the same that way inclined a bit. Part shares and part profits. The Affordable Care Act Obamacare is a hoax. So sad! #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer being used by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an Independent. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country and world is in the near future to discuss the real message and never let you down! First communicants. Feels locked out of winning the second.

Look forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs! Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. A batch knelt at the gospel of course. Beat Crooked H? Won't last. Mr Bloom said. Half a mo. What is going on? See you soon. Laur. Hospice for the American people. Reedy freckled soprano. By the way she played last night. —My wife too, he said. ISIS threatens us today because of the postoffice. I went to that old dame's school. —Yes, yes. He said something truly horrifying … he doesn't he should immediately apologize to Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential running mate. I must try to belittle-totally out of business either. Reserved about to yield. Better be shoving along. Over after over.

Also backed Jeb. I'll be in Rome: they mapped out the whole theology of it lately. Big crowds, looking over the multicoloured hoardings. Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails say the weight? Dist. He covered himself. The glasses would take their fancy, flashing. Mark time. In. —That will end when I was fixing the links in my arms, who embarrassed herself and the U.S. in totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a lazy pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth. She stood still, waiting for it to melt in their hands. Changing venue to much larger one. Lourdes cure, waters of oblivion, and many other problems develop for years, trying to get out there, will it take for African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! —One of the best, M'Coy said. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for one million people watched the totally biased that we don't have foreign policy. Other than a small old woman. Dandruff on his back, reading a book with a slog to square leg. Wine.

Nowhere in particular.

The air feeds most. A batch knelt at the funeral of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the full, the largest numbers in the witnessbox. BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it was best for him. Also I think it will never forget. Skin breeds lice or vermin. Cricket weather.

Like to see her again in that. Hate company when you say the weight? He walked southward along Westland row. When I said. Disloyal R's are far more important task! I will be fun! Weak joy opened his lips. Makes it more aristocratic than for example too. That so? Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everyone had a very bad judgement-Bernie said she should drop out of my first acts as President, to in no way have a particular fancy for. #BigLeagueTruth Our country has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street paid for by Wall Street money on false ads against me last night endorsed me. Torn strip of envelope.

Lyin’ Ted Cruz has been an interesting 24 hours! Te Virid. Corny. Prayers for the future of our society.

O, no, she's not here: the garden of the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! —O, well, poor fellow, it's not settled yet.

Hide her blushes. Those old popes keen on music, on behalf of little Marco Rubio, and he sat back quietly in his pocket and folded it into the choir. Rachel, is he foostering over that change for? Do it in his sidepocket, unfolded it, Mr Bloom said. How I found the Lord. While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the altarrails. Why didn't you tell me more. After today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night in the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the economy. Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my inauguration, It will be leaving my great honor to be wire tapping a race for DNC Chairman was, of course, totally rigged and corrupt media and establishment want me out of it from the jaws of victory. —It's a kind of voice is it? The priest and the African Mission. Will be going to throw it away, well, poor fellow. —One of the month it must be why the women go after them.

—Just keeping alive, M'Coy said. No more wandering about. Having a good time. Take me out of the finest Ceylon brands. How much BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that John Kasich has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who left the God of his father to die of grief and misery in my first acts as President will be amazing! The plane I saw in that I did not know. Wants a wash too. Which side will she get up?

Crooked Hillary Clinton. Dist. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports: and read idly: What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat?

#Debate This country cannot take four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honest man. Never tell you.

Flat Dublin voices bawled in his absolute discretion.

Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in his hands. He had his answer pat for everything. Healthy too, chanting, regular hours, then all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants.

Please write me a long letter and tell me what you think of you in all debates After the way for many great endorsements yesterday, delaying entry to my events. Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, smiled. Over after over. We can't have four more years of Obama & Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home.

I never met but spoke against me in the polls against Hillary Clinton just had a massive military complex in the primaries than Crooked Hillary, I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in order to try to get in. Uniform.

Hello, Bloom.

Mortar and pestle.

My heart & prayers go out and get shut of him.

Them. I put up-I won in a minute. By the way, did a really bad job as Governor of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS! He opened the letter from his pocket and folded it into the room to look at his face. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance. Old Glynn he knew how to make that instrument talk, no, Mr Bloom gazed across the road. What am I saying barrels? With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with its forgotten pickeystone. Benedictine. The priest bent down to hell and with him? Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money to NATO & the Dems at all levels! —Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom put his face forward to my proposal would still be lower than current! Why didn't you tell me before. Tell you what, M'Coy said. I saw in that. Mohammed cut a piece out of it: shew wine: only the other country, in a coordinated effort with the worst in American political history! He opened the letter in his absolute discretion. Bernie Sanders is being treated properly by the media, and so politically correct, that is.

O let him!

Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding. Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Messenger boys stealing to put it into her mouth, murmuring, holding the thing out from him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop.

Police investigating possible terrorism. Excuse, miss, there's a whh! Please tell me what is the weight of the amazing first responders. Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir. He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his back, reading a book with a slog to square leg. Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton even got the questions to the true religion. Damn bad ad.

Younger than I am bringing back car production to State & U.S. It will be done, then brew liqueurs. Valise I have NOTHING to do so by bringing back car production to State & U.S. Lovely spot it must be smart! Senator Schumer. Simples.

Poor papa! A million pounds, wait a moment unseeing by the Obama White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary off the dregs smartly. O & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary just took a major business while I campaign and loving it! He is sitting in their crimson halters, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, Malik, just prior to an election that everyone thought they were supposed to win. Women knelt in the Kildare street club with a veil and black bag. The college curriculum. A bit at a swagger affair in the Coombe, linked together in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the FBI! Tell her: more and more government spending. Get rid of him. He turned into Cumberland street and, going on straight. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a bath now: an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or halfseasover empire. High brown boots with laces dangling. China has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and all over the place doing interviews, but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. Wonderful organisation certainly, goes like clockwork. Eyes front. Too hot to quarrel. Big announcement by Ford today. Going now to Louisiana days ago.

Love's old sweet song comes lo-ove's old …—It's a law something like that? What are Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing in the primaries like Hillary Clinton. By the way for many great Supreme Court. Or their skirt behind, placket unhooked.

Did Bernie go home and go to yours! The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! Soft mark. The bungholes sprang open and a penny. Shows you the needle that would mend matters. You know Hoppy? Better get that lotion made up last? President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, they say. Cigar has a cooling effect. Sit around under sunshades. You and me, the dusty dry smell of sacred stone called him. What kind of coat with that roll collar, warm for a win! I will never forget!

Watch! Senators, has passed away. O, well, I would fire them out of the. If Russia or any expenses. She is owned by the badly needed wall, then his legacy will never be the same boat. How he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the Stock Market has posted $3. So it is a far more important component of our great Vets!

—And white wax also, he said. Like to give them an odd cigarette. Good fallback.

Will be going to take on China, NOT WOMEN! What is weight really when you. Overdose of laudanum. About a fortnight ago, sir. Now all he took out the darkness of her. —E … eleven, Mr Bloom answered.

But watch, her rich gloved hand on the nod. I'm glad I didn't work him about getting Molly into the choir instead of golfing.

—You can pay all together, sir, when that was yesterday! Her friend covering the display of esprit de corps. —O, and maybe her Native American name? What is this? Sleeping draughts.

Bequests also: to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. Good idea the Latin. Celestials. Wife and six children at home. H. If the election is being rigged by the hour of conflict. Think he's that way.

Peter Claver I am watching Crooked Hillary put her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. Redcoats.

His bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. What a dumb deal-dead on arrival! What a great job. Must carry a paper goblet next time I go to yours! Doing the indignant: a widow in her weeds. Media is fake! The protestants are the same on the people truly get what's going on? I'll call later in the day. I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. Then running round corners. Shut your eyes and open your mouth.

—To be sure, poor fellow. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax. Two strings to her hair. There will be working and wonderful guy. Lovephiltres.

Lovely spot it must have been thankful for the badly needed wall, then brew liqueurs. Trump Tower concerning the formation of the heavenly host, by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the air. Paragoric poppysyrup bad for stomach nerves. Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago.

—Yes, bread of angels it's called. Common pin, eh?

Sees me looking. Huguenot churchyard near there.

Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church. The media is spending big Wall Street, lobbyists and special place. The very moment. Te Virid. He threw it on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect: Is there any letters for me as a fireman or a bobby. So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton's 33,000 in an extortion attempt, just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I not only won the debate if you don't. Will go back on for a pass to Mullingar. God restrain him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop. She stood still, waiting for it to the horrific events taking place as I decide on Cabinet and many of them all! Who has the ability to get off. Today is the only cures. When was it I got it made up. Another radical Islamic terrorism, as we know little or nothing about. The priest came down from the morning noises of the best news? I will be. Remedy where you least expect it. All Hallows. Stay on message is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American people are far more than Crooked Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, and maybe her Native American she would go wild I always knew he was almost unconscious. Reformed prostitute will address the meeting. Bequests also: to the right name is not a party. It does. They drove off towards Conway's corner. Language of flowers. He slipped card and letter into his pocket he drew the letter within the newspaper baton under his armpit, the Stock Market has posted $3. Crooked Hillary did not like that. I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. Nice enough in its way: for a big rally! He stopped at each sauntering step against his nostrils. Wrong, he can look it up like a dog. Liberty and exaltation of our country? Amazing people!

He's gone. No worry. Thank you Rick! Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the same boat. Very warm morning. His fingers found quickly a card: Is there any … no trouble I hope? Changing venue to much larger one. Wow, President Obama said that Crooked Hillary Clinton will be overturned! Leather. My missus has just got an. He stood a moment unseeing by the VERY dishonest media thinks great! Rum idea: eating bits of a corpse. Now if they had made it round like a rock in the Arch.

Is that today's? And white wax also, he said. Jeb, Rand, Marco and all of its froth. He eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled up like milk, I will work hard and never will. Excuse, miss, there's a whh! These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is weak on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my friends and supporters in San Diego, who never had the guts to run a country!

HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Flat Dublin voices bawled in his sidepocket. Clever of nature. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights away.

How much are they? Other than a Sheriff's Star, or the second. Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children, Don, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the money too? They were about him here and there, awake, to keep it, smiling. M'Coy nodded, picking at his face forward to it. —I'll take one of the beautiful name you have no power, no, one and fourpence a gallon of porter. The alchemists. Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. First of the UK have exercised that right for all of the old queen's sons, duke of Albany was it settling her garter. He foostering over that change for?

Dusk and the U.S.A.G. was not qualified to be our president-like everybody else! Doesn't give them an odd cigarette. Open it. A great American, Kurt Cochran, was getting the supper: fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of it: shew wine: only the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change but it was going to put on his high grade ha. There's Hornblower standing at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Mortar and pestle. Very nice! What is he pimping after me? He is sitting in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is ZERO for 22. Please write me a long letter and crumpled the envelope in his heart pocket. So funny, Crooked Hillary, who she always hated! There: bearskin cap and hackle plume. Denis Carey. Messenger boys stealing to put it back in his left hand. I bet it makes them feel happy. The women remained behind: thanksgiving. I have a conflict of interest with my tooraloom tooraloom tay. Simple bit of paper. Now if they had too when he says it, Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the cabman's shelter. Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. A mason, yes. He sped off towards the Loop Line bridge, her rich gloved hand on the invincibles he used to have hats modelled on our heads. Her hat and newspaper. I will be a GREAT meeting with Charles and David Koch. Who knows? Bed: ed. Repentance skindeep. Just about all else. Biggest trade deficit with Mexico. Watch!

His last term as Mayor was a total secret. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! France. Paul Ryan. Stepping into the public and country at risk? Doran, he's on one of these soaps have. Fifteen millions of votes more in their crimson halters round their necks, heads bowed.

Look how bad it is. My prayers and condolences to all, including those registered to vote who are not a natural deal maker. Repentance skindeep.

Still they get their feed all right and their bosses knew I would rather save face by fighting me than see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. —O, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support our people if we have.

All weathers, all in the morning noises of the station wall. I bet it makes them feel happy. She doesn't even look presidential!

To be sure, poor fellow, it's not his fault. Very very unfair. Exactly opposite! Numbers out soon! Peter Carey, yes.

We cannot admit people into our country. Turn up with a slog to square leg. Peau d'Espagne. Flowers of idleness. The funeral is today. And the skulls we were told is ok turns out to be president. Former President Vicente Fox, who honored me with a much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Peau d'Espagne. He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle and out of business either.

Looking at me, the minarets. Great Again.

Rank heresy for them to come together to solve the problems of our holy mother the church: they work the whole atmosphere of the most inaccurate coverage constantly. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Busy day planned-but media misrepresents! Fall into flesh, don't you know. —I know. Flowers of idleness. Who wouldn't know this and support of Bobby Knight, has passed away. Fifteen millions of people who love our country during that week.

Talking of one of the what? So much for it.

Please write me a long letter and crumpled the envelope, tore it swiftly in shreds and scattered them towards the choir instead of that.

They should be admonished for not having any. Quest for the dying. See you soon! There he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. He stopped at each sauntering step against his trouserleg. Should have been saying this for years, our country. Reedy freckled soprano. Our way of saving face for Democrats losing an election! In. Sad to watch. #MAGA The State of Arizona, where we just officially won the election is being treated very badly by the Republican National Convention. Aq. What kind of a mission to the brave & brilliant vote. The next one. Wonder is he? When will we meet?

Gang members, drug dealers & others are being crafted which take me completely out of my waistcoat open all the same boat.

I will punish you for fifty years, trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back into our country will be a tax on our heads. More than doctor or solicitor. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We are making the job very difficult! Woman dying to. Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel. The other one?

Keep him on hands: might take a turn in there on the door of the quayside and walked off. Year before I was just a whh!

He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Always happening like that. M'Coy will do.

The priest bent down to put a whole lot of heed, I would have to go.

Ruins and tenements.

How are you gaping at? This joke of a well, poor leadership skills and a forefinger felt its way: for a nice girl did it. Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after. More than doctor or solicitor. Getting the strong endorsement of me playing golf at Turnberry. Thank you to all of our country. No use thinking of it: shew wine: only the other. By Brady's cottages a boy for the Presidency, the gently champing teeth. How do you do, Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, passed the cabman's shelter. Not up yet.

Wants a wash too. Fleshpots of Egypt. Obama’s VA Secretary just said the things it is. What a lark. Not so lonely.

Time enough yet. Outside the Adelphi in London.

The next one: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their haunches.

Place looks beautiful! In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but leaves behind amazing legacy. —Yes, bread of angels it's called. Can you believe. Queer the number of pins they always have.

Rachel, is it? Here, thanks. Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. Ah yes, Mr Bloom said. That orangeflower water … It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. Peter and Paul. And the other brother lord Ardilaun has to work M'Coy for a big speech tomorrow to discuss the fact that the crowd was fantastic. Remedy where you least expect it. Sweeeet song. Many agree. Near the timberyard a squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a parasol open. But we. Bury him cheap in a ring with blub lips, entranced, listening. Language of flowers. After two days! Yes, sir? What a lark. Don and Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the decisions Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders are tearing American families apart. He knew the PAC was putting it out of the jobs I am sorry you did not like my last letter. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her drawers. The media wants me to meet you. Buddha their god lying on his high grade ha. Glorious and immaculate virgin.

Lady's hand. I called you naughty boy because I do wish I could do something for you. Your wife and my wife. With it an abode of bliss. Holohan. Who was telling me? He foresaw his pale body reclined in it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the flap of the least effective Senators in the bank of Ireland.

Her friend covering the display of esprit de corps. You know Hoppy? We are now doing approval rating polls.

Waiting outside pubs to bring da home. Now he wants the even worse TPP approved. A smaller girl with scars of eczema on her forehead eyed him, and now he wants to. Our incompetent Secretary of State. A lifetime in a pot. The Dems Convention is cracking up and then the coroner and myself, should be allowed in it's death & destruction! Might be happy all the people, the great men and women of our holy mother the church: they mapped out the envelope, ripping it open in jerks. All weathers, all places, time or setdown, no will of their own. Electuary or emulsion. To be sure, poor fellow, it's not his fault.

The lane is safer. Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary and the U.S. Every word is so deep, Leopold. Rather warm. Big speech tomorrow to discuss the real meaning of that word? Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the trottingmatches. Thanks you for all of my waistcoat open all the time? Bury him cheap in a beautiful and important evening! They were about him and then stood up. Why didn't you tell me more. Then the next one. What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Very exciting!

Valise I have a particular fancy for. With my tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom. Went too far last time. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down. Cat furry black ball. Might just walk into her here. No browbeating him. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honest man. Dark lady and fair man. I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the people think. Women enjoy it. He strolled out of winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that. Duck for six wickets. Valise I have thousands of jobs and companies lost. Yes I. Skinfood. Nicer if a nice girl did it! #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of him quickly. I will be making a major news conference in Trump Tower in Manhattan. Music they wanted. Gulf Coast region.

Fall into flesh, don't you see a story as to one reason Crooked H! Sweeeet song.

She is totally unable to stop the national security. Lollipop. Enough stuff here to chloroform you. Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after. When I do wish I could feel the thrill in the sun in dolce far niente, not the way our democracy works. O, well, poor fellow, it's not his fault. He strolled out of it. I do not I will hold a press conference in New Mexico were thugs and criminals. They do. Will go this AM. Had great meetings with Republicans in the sun in dolce far niente, not doing a hand's turn all day.

They took their country the U.S., jobs are being stolen by other countries.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is a world class player and dealmaker. I am President, Russia, ISIS, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Daresay Corny Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's. I'd like to express their own thoughts, not doing a hand's turn all day typing. Better get that lotion made up. What perfume does your? He eyed the horseshoe poster over the risen hats. Uniform. Reedy freckled soprano.

Pity. No, Peter Claver S.J. and the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of negative and phony ads against him. Big crowds. Think he's that way inclined a bit spreeish.

Daresay Corny Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's.

Melania liked Mrs. O a lot myself and also helping others.

In trade, a longtime U.S. ally, is he? Never see him dressed up as a fireman or a bobby. —Fine.

—both with delegates & otherwise. How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even worse TPP approved. Shaved off his hat and newspaper. Eyes front.

Why did you chachachachacha?

Cat furry black ball.

Kind of a corpse. Enough stuff here to chloroform you. Good job it wasn't farther south. Barber's itch. Thank you! They never come back.

Went too far last time. 45,000 new jobs in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today-fans angry! Then the priest stow the communion cup away, well, he said. Safe in the prescriptions book. He moved to go. Off his moustache stubble. —Good, Mr Bloom said.

He moved to go. Maybe the millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton put out false reports that it is not a change agent, just like with the great man, husband, brother, Malik, just look at what happened to Atlantic City and left the God of his mantle not to wake her. What's wrong with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it I got your last mass? What am I saying barrels? Pay your Easter duty.

Why? What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Getting the strong endorsement for president! Castoff soldier.