oedipus-complex

[cfaugust]

❛❛   susan bones .  ❜❜   ― 🦡 ― entering the multiverse… 

verse 001 : harry potter (anti jkr) [au where hogwarts letters are received at 18]

arc 001 : 18-19, hogwarts year one. ⌜sorcerer’s stone⌟.

arc 002 : 19-20, hogwarts year two. ⌜chamber of secrets⌟.

arc 003: 20-21, hogwarts year three. ⌜prisoner of azkaban⌟.

arc 004: 21-22, hogwarts year four. ⌜goblet of fire⌟.

arc 005: 22-23, hogwarts year five. ⌜order of the phoenix⌟.

arc 006: 23-24, hogwarts year six. ⌜halfblood prince⌟.

arc 007: 24-25, hogwarts year seven. ⌜deathly hallows⌟.

arc 008: 25-30, the next few years following the second wizarding war & the battle of hogwarts. ⌜war torn world⌟.

arc 009: 30+. heading into parental/next gen territory. ⌜jumping into it⌟.

verse 002 : fandomless

arc 001 : idk yet, but the name came to me so. ⌜the golden one⌟.

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[episkey-rpg]

Susan Bones

Susan is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Bones. She is known to be Shy, Intelligent, Loyal, and Snarky. She was sorted into Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

SHORT BIO: Susan is an intelligent girl who always believed Harry when he spoke of Voldemort. Her aunt was on his trial before his fifth year. She expressed interest in Harry and Susan was required to tell her everything she knew. She has a small affinity for Cormac but he gets on her nerves most days.

Susan’s face claim is Scarlett Johansson. This role has been closed.

[dhr-ao3]

Freshly Mown Grass New Parchment and Spearmint Toothpaste

Freshly Mown Grass, New Parchment, and Spearmint Toothpaste https://ift.tt/NsWcdoT by bellevie While Voldemort was no longer trying to kill them all, 8th year at Hogwarts was presenting with its own unique challenge: alpha, beta, and omega presentations were springing up left and right. The Department of Mysteries is making all students report what amortentia smells like to them in order to research attraction between compatible magical cores. Hermione is full of nerves and anticipation as she realizes the scent of her Ancient Runes partner just might match her amortentia. Harry and Ginny get it on, Hogwarts forces them to attend a mortifying sexual education class, ancient runic potions recipes must be interpreted, spin the bottle is played, Slughorn hosts a fancy alpha/omega party but people get rowdy, Ron gets jealous, walls come tumbling down, and there is a happily ever after. Story is completely written, just spacing out the chapter posting. Not beta read but I am rereading chapters before releasing each one. Words: 4174, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Zacharias Smith, Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Michael Corner, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Minerva McGonagall, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Poppy Pomfrey, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Horace Slughorn Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Hermione Granger, Alpha Harry Potter, Omega Ginny Weasley, Alpha Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Hogwarts Era, Post-War, Not Epilogue Compliant, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Scenting, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Porn With Plot, Possessive Behavior, Protective Draco Malfoy, Possessive Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley Bashing, Biting, Claiming Bites, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Horace Slughorn's Parties, Luna is the Best Quidditch Commentator, Spin the Bottle, Rutting, Medium Burn, A Different Kind of Chamber of Secrets, Inappropriate Use of the Potion Master's Private Chambers, no beta we die like men, Awkward Sexual Education Class, Everyone Doing the Dirty is of Legal Age in the Wizarding World, Beta Ron Weasley, A/B/O via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/unPXbxG May 19, 2023 at 04:42AM

[mayasmultiverse]

nome: eleanor bones

idade: 23 anos

verse: harry potter (new gen)

looking for: qualquer personagem, em pairing m/f.

Eleanor é a filha mais velha de Susan Bones, e também a única dos três irmãos que não divide laços de sangue com a mãe. Adotada de um orfanato bruxo ainda bebê, a decisão foi tomada de maneira tão impulsiva que Susan, na época com apenas 20 anos, só se deu conta da seriedade do que fizera depois que segurava a pequena Eleanor no colo, sozinha na casa que era só sua já há anos. Olhando para trás, ficava claro que a escolha passional havia sido tomada diante um misto de oportunidade e solidão - vinha fazendo trabalho voluntário no orfanato desde o fim da Segunda Guerra, que lhe tomou todos os poucos familiares que ainda tinha restantes -, mas a mulher jura não se arrepender. Apesar do despreparo trazido pela pouca idade, criou Eleanor com todo zelo e apreço que se podia esperar, e a menina teve uma infância feliz com seus irmãos, que vieram uns anos depois.

Em Hogwarts, tomou uns bons dez minutos do Chapéu Seletor até que ele finalmente decidiu colocá-la na Sonserina. Era muito curiosa e astuta, mas por fim o que falava mais alto na personalidade de Eleanor era sua ambição. Sempre quis saber de descobrir e estudar todas as coisas que lhe chamavam atenção e talvez fosse - ou não - mera coincidência que a maioria destes eram considerados tabus completos na sociedade bruxa, e muitas vezes precisava distrair e dissimular para que conseguisse acesso às informações que tanto lhe interessavam. Entendia que os professores eram muito mais cuidadosos com assuntos sombrios depois do fiasco de Tom Riddle, mas precisavam compreender que os interesses dela eram de fato puramente acadêmicos. Do que valia abominar objetos, maldições e artes das trevas, privando bruxos de estudar e compreendê-los ao invés de temê-los? Conhecimento nunca deveria ser afastado de ninguém, ou ao menos era nisso que Eleanor acreditava. 

Foi exatamente esse anseio que a levou a buscar um emprego na Burgin & Burkes após se formar, mas mesmo a famosa loja já não contava com acervo muito diversificado com a baixa procura. Com um salário risível, propôs aos proprietários que lhe fizessem uma espécie de pesquisadora, para que pudesse viajar em busca de novos objetos para a loja. Não se importava do pagamento mal ser suficiente para cobrir suas despesas, o que importava era poder estudar o que amava. Foi em uma dessas viagens que Eleanor entrou em contato com o objeto amaldiçoado que determinaria sua vida a seguir. Não sabe por quanto tempo perdeu a consciência na ocasião, mas quando acordou em um quarto de pensão do pequeno vilarejo que visitava na Albânia, não se recordava do que havia transparecido após o ocorrido nem como havia chegado ali.

Quando Eleanor retornou a Londres, em questão de semanas começou a apresentar indícios de uma condição que nem mesmo os medibruxos mais experientes do St. Mungos conseguiam identificar. Descartadas todas as possibilidades de enfermidades conhecidas, comuns e raras, estavam de mãos atadas. Com natureza deteriorativa e causas obscuras, só lhes restava a possibilidade de considerar uma maldição. Podiam produzir antídotos para desacelerar o curso da doença, mas pouco mais era possível sem conhecer a verdadeira natureza da condição. 

Não ajudava em nada que não pudesse revelar a origem de sua maldição; nem sequer havia conseguido recuperar o objeto, então era um esforço inútil. Detestava ser olhada, estudada e virada do avesso como um espécime de laboratório, abominava as conversas dos medibruxos que discutiam seu caso como se não estivesse sequer presente. Para ela, aquela situação podia ser qualquer coisa, mas não era viver. Decidiu que tomaria suas poções, faria o possível para estudar e tentar desvendar a maldição em seu tempo livre, mas que não deixaria de seguir sua vida por conta disso.

A carreira anterior, entretanto, foi abandonada. Era no mínimo irônico que justamente a maior paixão de Eleanor tivesse sido a fonte de seu declínio, mas não tinha mais estômago para se expor àquele tipo de situação novamente. Por isso, decidiu mudar completamente de rumo e explorar novas coisas. De maneira quase que completamente aleatória, acabou no Departamento de Cooperação Internacional em Magia, aplicando vários de seus conhecimentos adquiridos nas viagens de forma diferente do que estava acostumada.

[cr1msonpeak]

⭐!

multi muse prompt.

okay, firstly i gotta say that you having irene evangelista on your muse list is absolutely iconic. any of my doctor who muses would be super fun with her, but i am planning to move my eleventh doctor from his single blog over to here, so i personally think something with those two would be so much fun?? he’s one of my highest muses at the moment and the plot potential?? unmatched??

so, unfortunately i have very little knowledge of the asoiaf books, but i have watched game of thrones and house of the dragon, but again, my knowledge is limited because i have only recently gotten into the franchise! however, i’m always open to crossovers, and thinking about hiccup haddock in some kind of verse, because Dragon Rider Things. but also peter pevensie with any of your muses in that fandom because we love fantasy vibes in this house!! again, plotting potential is kinda beautiful in my opinion. 🫶🏻

i lovingly throw any of my harry potter muses at yours! i have only just added my characters back after actively avoiding the fandom for about two years (but i was just like, fuck it, i miss writing them)! so i offer up remus lupin at either your nymphadora tonks, or mary macdonald, or aurora sinstra because professor vibes. harry potter with your susan bones or professor mcgonagall also, because i love both of those ladies so very much!! also thinking about fleur delacour with your tonks and there’s something itching my brain there!! but honestly i am on such a hp brainrot at the moment i will offer u any dynamics you like. 🤲🏻

given it’s a very underrated fandom on the rpc, i doubt you’re familiar with bbc’s ghosts, but i personally think katherine higham against your marianne dashwood would be a vibe. (trust me, i’m cooking with this!!) i can definitely tell you more about her, but she’s a georgian lady who is a Big fan of romance, and she’s literally the embodiment of innocence. in the series she is a ghost, but i could absolutely fit her into the sense and sensibility timeline and write her when she was alive.

also, last but not least (i could add way more but do not wanna spam u) cinderella against any of your pride and prejudice characters! i just feel like she would fit so nicely into that world?? because she is a proper Lady even when she’s a servant in her own house fr.

[eclipsecrowned]

Rubs my hands together and then slaps the names of all your TVC OC muses down on the table. Give Us Halloween Facts!!! // @teardownheaven

Candel Silverio: Victoriana chic! It's not her standard look at all, stiff ruby brocade and deep gorgeous midnight shades, but Halloween is a busy time for the Mystic Alley. She has to as much dress for the occasion as dress to impress, to sell a story and an eyecatch for her little shop. The spooky old world madame of her dominion of back rooms and candlelit parlors. She's in a lush evening gown with lace elements and a corset that's made of real bone -- but please don't ask after what creatures bones make the inner workings. Bonus is her alligator familiar is curled up in her little bed with a novelty headband festooned to her head. She's a kitty cat!

Josette St. Yves: Going full drag! Has the drawn on stubble, has the shaded adams apple, has the shoulder pads and the slicked back hair and is just selling it. Like her bestie the aforementioned Candel, is going for a more historic look, with matching brocade vest and a long coat the color of sin. The dandy to Candel's noble lady. If you detect in her Vampire verse that she's imitating her 'older brother' slightly, no the fuck you do not. She's not here to sell anything or impress, she's just in town to have some fun and take her oldest friend out for a drink once the shop closes down. Probably has on some era extant accessories courtesy of her Maker.

Karin Lindholm: She's working tonight. She's got responsibilities. Halloween is a fucking nightmare on the Island. Don't ask her to dress up. She's going to do it anyway, but don't ask her to do it. It has to be done spur of the moment as she's throwing her clothes on. Cream button up blouse, dark pants, overlapping dual belts, high riding boots, an old capelet and most importantly, a single earring. No one has any idea what in Hell she is supposed to be. This was a calculated risk she took and she is hilariously bad at math. Only asks if someone has read Mistborn once before feeling too cringe to ask again. Don't worry about her outfit. None of you know what a Vin is.

Kris Lindholm: To the shock of absolutely no one, Lestat. However, she's very proud of herself this year, as a lot of the outfit is either thrifted or DIY'd. Shes becoming a real punk step by step. Spent several evenings at her bestie Mahmoud's house borrowing his mom's sewing machine to get the velvet coat made. It walks a fine line between the iconic Tom Cruise 'Interview' look and some of the in-universe 'IRL' Lestat's music video ensembles. It's everything she ever wanted in a look, but her hair's going to be begging for mercy between the bleaching dyeing and color correcting and then curling it for the authenticity. She's also gone heavy on the contour and makeup effects. Who is she.

Susan Howard: Susan is 50+ years old. Susan is a professional and a fearsome hunter of the undead. She does not have time to dress up for it. If anything, she's spending a night in, drawing up plans and having a festive spicy drink. She's in her knit sweatpants, a half-buttoned flannel, and a lovingly woven old shawl from another life. Her hair is pulled up into a utilitarian bun with a pen forgotten at the base. She's poised over her desk, reviewing building plans, cross-referencing historical records, the sounds of a classic horror movie totally ignored but whispering away from another room. It's simultaneously cozy dark academia and subtly offputting, the whole vibe of her rented room at odds with itself.

Yalizaveta Molyboga: Naughty nun. It amused her. She's played many roles in her time and costumes are a strange sort of comfort to her, her nightly haircut hidden away under a wimple and her marble thighs exposed to the cool night air. She was never Catholic in life, and was turned as a scrawny serf girl, so she has no real idea why she chose this, but she's having fun. Moving among living rabble jubilating in the streets, Vieta's having a fun time herself, just enjoying the vibe and roaming part. On several occasions she has offered passerby 'Body of Christ' via a shot glass and the contents of a vodka bottle strapped to her waist. Sufficed to say, she's a hit and a features on social media feeds throughout the night.

[libidomechanica]

Knocks on thy Name to his weeps, an enemy

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our Fates, and bear, and strength calls me thirst Ferment     jessamined special and thus all than I. To chaste; when teeth gleam like herd bench, Cossacques     for Susan grudge against the she distant

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she cliffs. Yet still, pluck his Wit comforteth loveth:     I had heart, my Father bodies, the Designs, disliking up to that length delay across     the gate; for every life that sits

upon his life will Europe’s sage, fallen     Madeline! Knocks on thy Name to his weeps, an enemy captain’s lady, nodding hedges,     and such to Saving Kate is near it.

[cfaugust]

❛❛   susan bones .  ❜❜   ― 🦡 ― loading files…  

BASICS.

full name : susan lucinda bones

name meaning :

susan : hebrew | “lily of the valley”

lucinda : latin | “light”

bones : old norse | “river that runs through a settled valley” & “promontory, headland”

nicknames : sue, suze, suzie

alias : n/a

gender / pronouns : cis woman / she/her

sexuality : pansexual

date of birth : april 24

age : 18+

zodiac : taurus

place of birth : braemar, aberdeenshire, scotland

accent : scottish

languages : english, latin, gaelic

occupation : student/baker/teacher (verse dependent)

species : witch

powers/abilities : witch physiology

APPEARANCE.

faceclaim : abigail cowen

height : 5′7″

eye color : blue

hair color : ginger

dominant hand : right handed

glasses : no

MEDICAL.

mental : adhd, insomnia, depression, anxiety, paranoia, survivor's guilt

physical : n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits : empathetic, just, determined

negative traits : resentful, volatile, impulsive

hobbies : singing, crocheting, watching quidditch, baking, dueling, learning new offensive and defensive magic

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents :

malcolm bones; father

isla bones, née mcphail; mother

siblings : n/a

extended family :

amelia bones; paternal aunt, deceased

edgar bones; paternal uncle, deceased

gillian bones, née taylor; aunt via marriage, deceased

duncan bones; eldest cousin, deceased

graham bones; middle cousin, deceased

freya bones; youngest cousin, deceased

kenneth bones; grandfather, deceased

fiona bones, née adair; grandmother, deceased

spouse : verse dependent

adrian pucey; kelseywritesx

children : verse dependent

amelia pucey; daughter via adrian pucey [kelseywritesx]

tba pucey; son via adrian pucey [kelseywritesx]

pets :

echo [flammulated owl]

MAGICAL.

blood status : half-blood

hogwarts house : hufflepuff

wand : pear wood with a unicorn core 12 ½" and quite bendy flexibility

patronus : hedgehog

boggart : lord voldemort

ADDITIONAL INFO.

quick facts :

i play susan in an au where hogwarts letters are received at age 18 instead of 10, making hogwarts years playable without sacrificing my own comfort in not playing minors. because hogwarts threads are fun, and i deserve fun and comfort on my own blog. i think this also allows for further exploration of the darker elements of the source material

can perform nonverbal magic, and is working on learning wandless magic as well

has perfected her felix felicis potion

orphan

early history :

the only child born to isla and malcolm bones, susan was named for her aunt amelia's middle name. a rather powerful and respected family in the wizarding community, it's no shock that they were sought after by death eaters during the first wizarding world war. most of the family wouldn't survive.

first year :

susan bones started her education at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry the same year as the famous harry potter. she shared a boat with seamus finnigan and hermione granger, and was the third student to be called upon by minerva mcgonagall for the sorting ceremony. there was an indescribable joy at being sorted into hufflepuff, the very house that her parents had shared before falling in love. the house that most of her family had called home while at hogwarts. during her first year, susan would learn all about the basics of magic and spell performance, like her other classmates. she was also present at the end-of-term feast during which gryffindor won the house cup breaking slytherin's seven year winning streak.

second year :

during her second year, susan seemed to develop a crush on the then defence against the dark arts professor, gilderoy lockhart, which caused her to be off-task daydreaming during his lessons. she participated in the duelling club, as a precaution due to the attacks that occurred after the chamber of secrets had been opened. the fact that lockhart oversaw this club was merely an added benefit, as was the discovery of a talent for duelling magic. if only she’d known how much that skill would come in handy in later years.

year two wasn’t all clubs and cute professors. when her friends were all petrified by the unknown creature (now known to be a basilisk) roaming the school, fear seemed hard to shake. for someone who had already faced so much loss, the thought that her friends’ lives were in peril was a hard one to shake. to say that she was filled with a sense of relief when professor sprout and madam pomfrey were able to cure the petrified students would be an understatement.

third year :

idk she was scared of sirius black like everyone else that year. i'll flesh this year out later maybe. maybe not. we'll see.

fourth year :

during susan's fourth year hogwarts held the triwizard tournament and hufflepuff's cedric diggory was one of the triwizard champions. she supported cedric in favor of harry, as he was in her house and her best friends were also strong supporters of him.

harry's death at the end of the triwizard tournament left susan with a lot of questions, though of one thing she was certain. barty crouch jr didn't kill her classmate. no, voldemort was back, and it was only a matter of time before the rest of the wizarding world began to suspect the same.

summer before fifth year :

it was in late june that the death eaters who murdered susan’s uncle edgar and his family escaped from azkaban. news that immediately set the bones family on high alert, and for good reason. mid july saw an attack on the bones household, with susan left the only survivor. she’d credit it to pure luck and her mother’s forethought, if you could even get her to speak on the incident. 

her father’s shout from the kitchen had given enough warning for susan to barricade herself into her bedroom. unfortunately there was already a death eater waiting for the girl. fortunately he hadn’t been expecting her to throw a punch instead of a hex. it was only that split second of shock that allowed her to grab for the portkey her mother had placed on her nightstand only a few weeks earlier. an emergency escape hatch of sorts. and it worked. susan successfully escaped to an alley behind the leaky cauldron. she entered and gave a fake name to tom, the pub’s owner, and asked him to send for amelia bones. it was only when her aunt arrived, having recognized the fake name as a previously agreed upon safety code for her niece, that susan learned that neither of her parents had been so lucky as she’d been. 

the following days saw her settling into a spare bedroom at her aunt’s home, her new home, and struggling to accept her new reality. still weeks later, the grief at her parents’ death feels as fresh as it was standing in the leaky cauldron. she only hopes this school year proves to be the distraction she so desperately craves.

continued biography :

coming soon.

CONNECTIONS. (adoptable affiliated ocs)

tba : details. ➢ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 (𝟎/?)

[wearelondonhq]

hi muse is fickle so please can I drop the following? danny ( scream ), alina ( shadow & bone ), lydia ( beetlejuice ), ravonna ( marvel ), max ( stranger things ), susan ( marvel ), mary-jane ( into the spider verse ) & nadia ( you )? thanks

please note that danny brackett (scream), alina starkov (shadow and bone), lydia beetz (bettlejuice), max mayfield (stranger things), ravonna renslayer (loki), susan storm (marvel), mary-jane watson (into the spider-verse) and nadia farran (you) are now reopened for applications! do not unfollow, as this is a mumu blog!

[busterverse]

Bringing Up Buster

Recently, Mr. Verse and I re-watched an old favorite, Bringing Up Baby (RKO, 1938), starring Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn.  Grant plays David Huxley, a slightly ditzy museum professor involved with dinosaur bones, and he meets Susan Vance (Hepburn), an even ditzier dame, who drives off in his car and later foists a pet leopard on him.

Much mayhem ensues.  Grant, a former vaudevillian/acrobat, takes most of his own bumps.  Hepburn is not to be outdone and their dual timing is a joy to behold.

Mr.  Verse turned to me and said, 'Does this remind you of a Buster Keaton picture?  Can you see Buster in this?'

Hmmm…a big cat chewing on him, covered in duck feathers, a shower scene, dressing in a woman's robe, pratfalls, disasters? And a film known for its 'impressive optical effects?' cough*THE PLAYHOUSE*coughcough?

Yes. Yes, I can.

(How about you—-any parallels that you see?)

[omniishambles]

MAX MAYFIELD

MEDIA: Stranger Things. FACECLAIM: Sadie Sink. AGE: 13-15. GENDER: Female. OCCUPATION: None. SPECIES: Human. SEXUALITY: Heterosexual. NATIONALITY: American. EYE COLOUR: Blue. HAIR: Long red hair, wavy. HEIGHT: 5″2. SCARS: Numerous small scars from skating injuries. LANGUAGES: English. ZODIAC: Sagittarius, December 7th.

NOTABLE RELATIONSHIPS

Billy Hargrove, step brother.

Lucas Sinclair, boyfriend.

BIOGRAPHY

TW: Abuse, parental neglect.

Max had a relatively normal and happy childhood growing up in San Diego, California, but her parents marriage was under strain for a long time. Max loved spending time with her Dad, watching horror movies and learning about science. But after her parents divorced, Sam Mayfield moved out to Los Angeles, leaving Max with her Mom who didn’t understand any of her daughters ‘non girly’ interests.

When Susan Mayfield remarried, Max wasn’t exactly happy about it, and even less so to move to Hawkins and be even further away from her Dad. It became clear very quickly that her new stepdad was an unpleasant man and Max was outspoken enough to try and stand up for her new step brother, Billy, from time to time. Though they have a strained relationship, they both appreciated that to survive under Billy’s dad, they had to watch out for eachother, even if most of their time was spent trading insults and hating eachother.

On her arrival in Hawkins, Max was relatively anti-social, preferring to spend her time alone on her skateboard or at the arcade.

VERSES

Main Set anywhere within the original ST seasons.

Survival AU Though blinded by Vecna, Max gradually recovers from her broken bones.

Upside Down AU With her body lying in a hospital bed, Max’s mind is trapped in the Upside Down, partially absorbed by Vecna. Unable to reach her physical form, she tries to reach out to those in the real world.

Hunger Games AU Max is a tribute reaped only a couple of years after her brother.

[ashenglory]

SHE’S   RELUCTANT ,      eyes   scrutinising   the   bottle   over  &   over  again .    perhaps   alcohol   would   drown   her   worries   away .        ❝    so  this  is  genuine,   right ?   ❞  

@fibtography  ♥’d     //     ACCEPTING !    

[literarypilgrim]

Read Like a Gilmore

All 339 Books Referenced In “Gilmore Girls” 

Not my original list, but thought it’d be fun to go through and see which one’s I’ve actually read :P If it’s in bold, I’ve got it, and if it’s struck through, I’ve read it. I’ve put a ‘read more’ because it ended up being an insanely long post, and I’m now very sad at how many of these I haven’t read. (I’ve spaced them into groups of ten to make it easier to read)

1. 1984 by George Orwell  2. Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain 3. Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll 4. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon 5. An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser 6. Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt 7. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy 8. The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank 9. The Archidamian War by Donald Kagan 10. The Art of Fiction by Henry James 

11. The Art of War by Sun Tzu 12. As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner 13. Atonement by Ian McEwan 14. Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy 15. The Awakening by Kate Chopin 16. Babe by Dick King-Smith 17. Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women by Susan Faludi 18. Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie 19. Bel Canto by Ann Patchett 20. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath 21. Beloved by Toni Morrison 22. Beowulf: A New Verse Translation by Seamus Heaney 23. The Bhagava Gita 24. The Bielski Brothers: The True Story of Three Men Who Defied the Nazis, Built a Village in the Forest, and Saved 1,200 Jews by Peter Duffy 25. Bitch in Praise of Difficult Women by Elizabeth Wurtzel 26. A Bolt from the Blue and Other Essays by Mary McCarthy 27. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley 28. Brick Lane by Monica Ali 29. Bridgadoon by Alan Jay Lerner 30. Candide by Voltaire 31. The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer 32. Carrie by Stephen King 33. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller 34. The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger 35. Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White 36. The Children’s Hour by Lillian Hellman 37. Christine by Stephen King 38. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens 39. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess 40. The Code of the Woosters by P.G. Wodehouse    41. The Collected Stories by Eudora Welty 42. A Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare 43. Complete Novels by Dawn Powell 44. The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton 45. Complete Stories by Dorothy Parker 46. A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole 47. The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas 48. Cousin Bette by Honore de Balzac 49. Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky 50. The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber    51. The Crucible by Arthur Miller 52. Cujo by Stephen King 53. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon 54. Daughter of Fortune by Isabel Allende 55. David and Lisa by Dr Theodore Issac Rubin M.D 56. David Copperfield by Charles Dickens 57. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown 58. Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol 59. Demons by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 60. Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller 61. Deenie by Judy Blume 62. The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America by Erik Larson 63. The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band by Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars and Nikki Sixx 64. The Divine Comedy by Dante 65. The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells 66. Don Quixote by Cervantes 67. Driving Miss Daisy by Alfred Uhrv 68. Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson 69. Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales & Poems by Edgar Allan Poe 70. Eleanor Roosevelt by Blanche Wiesen Cook 71. The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe 72. Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters by Mark Dunn  73. Eloise by Kay Thompson 74. Emily the Strange by Roger Reger 75. Emma by Jane Austen 76. Empire Falls by Richard Russo 77. Encyclopedia Brown: Boy Detective by Donald J. Sobol 78. Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton 79. Ethics by Spinoza 80. Europe through the Back Door, 2003 by Rick Steves

81. Eva Luna by Isabel Allende 82. Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer 83. Extravagance by Gary Krist 84. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury 85. Fahrenheit 9/11 by Michael Moore 86. The Fall of the Athenian Empire by Donald Kagan 87. Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World by Greg Critser 88. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson 89. The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien 90. Fiddler on the Roof by Joseph Stein 91. The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom 92. Finnegan’s Wake by James Joyce 93. Fletch by Gregory McDonald 94. Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes 95. The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem 96. The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand 97. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley 98. Franny and Zooey by J. D. Salinger 99. Freaky Friday by Mary Rodgers 100. Galapagos by Kurt Vonnegut 101. Gender Trouble by Judith Butler 102. George W. Bushism: The Slate Book of the Accidental Wit and Wisdom of our 43rd President by Jacob Weisberg 103. Gidget by Fredrick Kohner 104. Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen 105. The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels 106. The Godfather: Book 1 by Mario Puzo 107. The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy  108. Goldilocks and the Three Bears by Alvin Granowsky  109. Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell  110. The Good Soldier by Ford Maddox Ford 

111. The Gospel According to Judy Bloom 112. The Graduate by Charles Webb 113. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck 114. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald 115. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens 116. The Group by Mary McCarthy 117. Hamlet by William Shakespeare 118. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J. K. Rowling 119. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J. K. Rowling 120. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers    121. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad 122. Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders by Vincent Bugliosi and Curt Gentry 123. Henry IV, part I by William Shakespeare 124. Henry IV, part II by William Shakespeare 125. Henry V by William Shakespeare 126. High Fidelity by Nick Hornby 127. The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon 128. Holidays on Ice: Stories by David Sedaris 129. The Holy Barbarians by Lawrence Lipton 130. House of Sand and Fog by Andre Dubus III    131. The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende 132. How to Breathe Underwater by Julie Orringer 133. How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss  134. How the Light Gets In by M. J. Hyland  135. Howl by Allen Ginsberg  136. The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo  137. The Iliad by Homer 138. I’m With the Band by Pamela des Barres  139. In Cold Blood by Truman Capote  140. Inferno by Dante 

141. Inherit the Wind by Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee 142. Iron Weed by William J. Kennedy 143. It Takes a Village by Hillary Rodham Clinton 144. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte 145. The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan 146. Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare 147. The Jumping Frog by Mark Twain 148. The Jungle by Upton Sinclair 149. Just a Couple of Days by Tony Vigorito 150. The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar by Robert Alexander 151. Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly by Anthony Bourdain 152. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini 153. Lady Chatterleys’ Lover by D. H. Lawrence 154. The Last Empire: Essays 1992-2000 by Gore Vidal 155. Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman 156. The Legend of Bagger Vance by Steven Pressfield 157. Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis 158. Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke 159. Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them by Al Franken  160. Life of Pi by Yann Martel 

161. Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens 162. The Little Locksmith by Katharine Butler Hathaway 163. The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen 164. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott 165. Living History by Hillary Rodham Clinton 166. Lord of the Flies by William Golding 167. The Lottery: And Other Stories by Shirley Jackson 168. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold 169. The Love Story by Erich Segal 170. Macbeth by William Shakespeare 171. Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert 172. The Manticore by Robertson Davies 173. Marathon Man by William Goldman 174. The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov 175. Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter by Simone de Beauvoir 176. Memoirs of General W. T. Sherman by William Tecumseh Sherman 177. Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris 178. The Meaning of Consuelo by Judith Ortiz Cofer 179. Mencken’s Chrestomathy by H. R. Mencken 180. The Merry Wives of Windsor by William Shakespeare 181. The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka 182. Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides 183. The Miracle Worker by William Gibson 184. Moby Dick by Herman Melville 185. The Mojo Collection: The Ultimate Music Companion by Jim Irvin  186. Moliere: A Biography by Hobart Chatfield Taylor  187. A Monetary History of the United States by Milton Friedman  188. Monsieur Proust by Celeste Albaret  189. A Month Of Sundays: Searching For The Spirit And My Sister by Julie Mars 190. A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway 

191. Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf 192. Mutiny on the Bounty by Charles Nordhoff and James Norman Hall 193. My Lai 4: A Report on the Massacre and It’s Aftermath by Seymour M. Hersh 194. My Life as Author and Editor by H. R. Mencken 195. My Life in Orange: Growing Up with the Guru by Tim Guest 196. Myra Waldo’s Travel and Motoring Guide to Europe, 1978 by Myra Waldo 197. My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult 198. The Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer 199. The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco 200. The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri 201. The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin 202. Nervous System: Or, Losing My Mind in Literature by Jan Lars Jensen 203. New Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson 204. The New Way Things Work by David Macaulay 205. Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich 206. Night by Elie Wiesel 207. Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen 208. The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism by William E. Cain, Laurie A. Finke, Barbara E. Johnson, John P. McGowan 209. Novels 1930-1942: Dance Night/Come Back to Sorrento, Turn, Magic Wheel/Angels on Toast/A Time to be Born by Dawn Powell 210. Notes of a Dirty Old Man by Charles Bukowski

211. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck (will NEVER read again) 212. Old School by Tobias Wolff 213. On the Road by Jack Kerouac 214. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey 215. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez 216. The Opposite of Fate: Memories of a Writing Life by Amy Tan 217. Oracle Night by Paul Auster 218. Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood 219. Othello by Shakespeare 220. Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens 221. The Outbreak of the Peloponnesian War by Donald Kagan 222. Out of Africa by Isac Dineson 223. The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton 224. A Passage to India by E.M. Forster 225. The Peace of Nicias and the Sicilian Expedition by Donald Kagan 226. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky 227. Peyton Place by Grace Metalious 228. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde 229. Pigs at the Trough by Arianna Huffington 230. Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi 231. Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain 232. The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby 233. The Portable Dorothy Parker by Dorothy Parker 234. The Portable Nietzche by Fredrich Nietzche 235. The Price of Loyalty: George W. Bush, the White House, and the Education of Paul O’Neill by Ron Suskind 236. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen 237. Property by Valerie Martin 238. Pushkin: A Biography by T. J. Binyon  239. Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw  240. Quattrocento by James Mckean 

241. A Quiet Storm by Rachel Howzell Hall 242. Rapunzel by Grimm Brothers 243. The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe 244. The Razor’s Edge by W. Somerset Maugham 245. Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books by Azar Nafisi 246. Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier 247. Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm by Kate Douglas Wiggin 248. The Red Tent by Anita Diamant 249. Rescuing Patty Hearst: Memories From a Decade Gone Mad by Virginia Holman 250. The Return of the King by J. R. R. Tolkien 251. R Is for Ricochet by Sue Grafton 252. Rita Hayworth by Stephen King 253. Robert’s Rules of Order by Henry Robert 254. Roman Holiday by Edith Wharton 255. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare 256. A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf 257. A Room with a View by E. M. Forster 258. Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin 259. The Rough Guide to Europe, 2003 Edition 260. Sacred Time by Ursula Hegi 261. Sanctuary by William Faulkner 262. Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay by Nancy Milford 263. Say Goodbye to Daisy Miller by Henry James 264. The Scarecrow of Oz by Frank L. Baum 265. The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne  266. Seabiscuit: An American Legend by Laura Hillenbrand  267. The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir  268. The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd  269. Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Colette by Judith Thurman  270. Selected Hotels of Europe 

271. Selected Letters of Dawn Powell: 1913-1965 by Dawn Powell 272. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen 273. A Separate Peace by John Knowles 274. Several Biographies of Winston Churchill 275. Sexus by Henry Miller 276. The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon 277. Shane by Jack Shaefer 278. The Shining by Stephen King 279. Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse 280. S Is for Silence by Sue Grafton 281. Slaughter-house Five by Kurt Vonnegut 282. Small Island by Andrea Levy 283. Snows of Kilimanjaro by Ernest Hemingway 284. Snow White and Rose Red by Grimm Brothers 285. Social Origins of Dictatorship and Democracy: Lord and Peasant in the Making of the Modern World by Barrington Moore 286. The Song of Names by Norman Lebrecht 287. Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos by Julia de Burgos 288. The Song Reader by Lisa Tucker 289. Songbook by Nick Hornby 290. The Sonnets by William Shakespeare 291. Sonnets from the Portuegese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 292. Sophie’s Choice by William Styron  293. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner  294. Speak, Memory by Vladimir Nabokov 295. Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach  296. The Story of My Life by Helen Keller  297. A Streetcar Named Desiree by Tennessee Williams  298. Stuart Little by E. B. White  299. Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway  300. Swann’s Way by Marcel Proust 

301. Swimming with Giants: My Encounters with Whales, Dolphins and Seals by Anne Collett 302. Sybil by Flora Rheta Schreiber 303. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens 304. Tender Is The Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald 305. Term of Endearment by Larry McMurtry 306. Time and Again by Jack Finney 307. The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger 308. To Have and Have Not by Ernest Hemingway 309. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee 310. The Tragedy of Richard III by William Shakespeare    311. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith 312. The Trial by Franz Kafka 313. The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters by Elisabeth Robinson 314. Truth & Beauty: A Friendship by Ann Patchett 315. Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom 316. Ulysses by James Joyce 317. The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962 by Sylvia Plath 318. Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe 319. Unless by Carol Shields  320. Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann 

321. The Vanishing Newspaper by Philip Meyers 322. Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray 323. Velvet Underground’s The Velvet Underground and Nico (Thirty Three and a Third series) by Joe Harvard 324. The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides 325. Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett 326. Walden by Henry David Thoreau 327. Walt Disney’s Bambi by Felix Salten 328. War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy 329. We Owe You Nothing – Punk Planet: The Collected Interviews edited by Daniel Sinker 330. What Colour is Your Parachute? 2005 by Richard Nelson Bolles 331. What Happened to Baby Jane by Henry Farrell 332. When the Emperor Was Divine by Julie Otsuka 333. Who Moved My Cheese? by Spencer Johnson 334. Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf by Edward Albee 335. Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire 336. The Wizard of Oz by Frank L. Baum 337. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 338. The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings 339. The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion

[wait----------what]

This random ass thought just popped into my head..OK so yknow those card you can get for someone you hate the ones that once you open them will not stop playing a song over and over until the batteries die out and if you try to take out the batteries it just.. dumps a shit ton of glitter on ya but still keeps playing?

OK so what if one day Susan was just feeling real spite full ( I know this is ooc for her but hear me out) so she gets one of those cards and sends it to Death for a grandfathers day present or whatever and its one of those cards idk what it says on the front but It doesn't matter. Anyway she gets him one of those cards but it plays like one or 2 verse + a chorus of Spooky Scary Skeletons before repeating and the glitter in the back is black and pink/blue whatever the second colour is its loud and will never fully go away no matter what u do and theres little bone shapes in there as well cus themeing

Anyway 'time' passes and Albert comes in to check on him. and theres just. the muffled sounds of SSS playing from like a drawer or smth and Deaths just COVERED in the bright ass glitter and is just staring off into the distance lookin like he's contemplating his existence again

Anyways thats all my brain had if anyone wants to go further with this go right on ahead!

[libidomechanica]

The other, if only

A ballad sequence

               1

Who laughs, betty a bower of     stockings, a thing repels the walker upon it still too     late for love to like, by

mighty heart sae fu’ o’ wae! With     the think t was in his triple mace, returning up a     brand, and an old one at

that this I will go to seek it;     this moment’s story. The other, if only I could be     able to prove himself

or bastion, batteries thunder-     shower. I know not how to be a bit of a habit—     blows eight at a time, oh

could meet, thought it go. Is due at     all, lasts ever, present in the vessel, and every bones     sweated that must we eat.

               2

The answer’d if she had just to     return,—the greatest fear in my life is gone not the land-     service may remark, or critics, make, both what wondrous new     machinery just meant, now enlarged deride his canto. To     whom these same town was endowed

when matter by the advance.     With a panic fear, but what they but his wife can quell such     doom may discern—infinite clods, untrouble of any     form a length a voice was beaten—though well born and fair, as     careless summer days from

innocent, and turns of the cock     has crawn, and bear with ease we prove, fatal to bishops at     my side; but neither eyes were ample reasons were nigh. Where     does the Christian languishment, rouse us, and dastardly,     and pities also have

suggested that ye mak a’ this     mood? If I should disgrace them; only another magnanimous,     but the day I have ever to say how, nor can     it be not render’d that you swore to withdraw; Then, though a     white ambulance to pick

up who had forces to corps, the     crop-full bird? Tis time mis- spent pay into Love’s alembic,     and drive from fiction of them? The puddle greater part were     wishing all the deuce they make the Muezzin’s cal to prayer     was he a brave sons no

more will take care of his face, fell     down on Laura’s heart. But if she begin we wish that a     suddenly repented as if her named, which I sang     another fixed and wash my earthquakes, and nothing that bliss.     Inversely proportion of

uncertainty, or shame, are vain     and adores, myriads blow the robe doth view want nothing more     staues did shine on Thetis’ glassy bower with eyes of love;     the gentle muses! That all this he did not seventeen     skiing the live leg still

gentle greetings; nor is it that     I dreamt of flying fish gasping on its own shadow and,     despise, led by Arseniew, that great a distance. The grammar     of the twain, that I would form would have been black and     unperplexing way, whose your

nonsense for which may look into     the other neighbour, Susan she deem’d to annul, there comes     to pass that dies with pedestrian Musico Cazzani     sing amiss,—love so well, and syne he kiss sweet rites are     not where it was not a

few, that oil’d and play, and take and     enter is come and while hers, transparent glow. This said two—     but for pizza with the tangles of futurity; and     since, not a single head was strewed with a prayers with     persona I’ve miscast.

               3

Under truest bars to hide her.     Would arise like the same! I have kissed again all the corpses     grinning like all his mind the Rust Belt mode—work hard, have     lightning something cheek, and set in leaving verse in; no     observing well his corps were

ample reasoning with my burning     heart. Then she lean’d upon them, or lie here and the loss:     the offer of; you leapt about thy eternally, beside     his liking not won by brutish force and more to take     and she just so. A challenge,

or fades, our bodies trampling     o’er the country and moon grows more grant his follow but     Calvary—Yes, call me by thousand lovelight like at all.     And will, thy soul are mine. They are the hours, and sleep on the     lake; speak about, and stretches

out its arms might, but half; trust     whate’er is to hope the roaring was dropped in Pearl. Thou, heaven,     for which done, merely suppliant and has seen and adore     their verdict in Insanity’. Flushed with downcast eyes, though     but slightly shine. Happy

there. And that your vows and perpetrated     ere he was small hand withdrew in deep dost fly: if     thou art as a tomb which might reprove; and carry gun? ’Re     shabby fellowship in the mind t were signs of those his     eyes, and a moist mirage

in that have beat too fast. Doubt they     took the eye of her Letter: they tell me of some thing quite     a paragon, and some more she and, as she did. The smothered:     the blood, the patent- age of lovers daily taste the     sea, till there is the selfsame

mark, I shall happily as     after chance; but what this in his pocket bring a doctors     after his bosom where you are, will and all alive again     vowed spotless compell’d by and by an accident, I     told him his majestical.

And did despised that before—     and whose workmanship, pell- mell, and so they added to     inquired, sleeping, made my tongue, and some mischance in balance     peised. An oratory fails. Oblivion of a     day, a summer days from

innocent play? The last fall sick     of imitating breast. And Susan Gale? Further scan a     field with the din, grew dumb, for you and me in her arms, and     mine go tell us, or a good deal of judgment’s gentleman     of Kentucky, was

happies those lips drinke nectar bowls.     Is worth the best to advance, her body still nearer seven.     Announced to fling the true portrait of one of their very     lance with like sweet consequence with loved music before     I summon lackeys, arm’d

with this fair flower shall open     with heart that stern phrase appear so when they only live and     he right of his conduct’s less pliant.—They found resisted     like a stream, and catch the Doctors’ Common Sense. I love your     bones, a sudden clinged

herald, Jove-borne Mercury who     used such hopes to those who dwells in towered courts is oft in     my self-loving, not the Italian Musico Cazzani     sing amiss, with truth, and heart I know thaw’d into a     monster’s light. Yet Jose

was stranger in the Moniteur     and twenty mariners, and might be he is so yet; but     there my end, to slake Thy thirst for whom it may exist between     thee that Potter’s wheel, that does not glow so much as had     cause the world esteem, and

not for love for nothing to bring     wash of crimes: or if their first of food. Far from the morning     I saw those eloquence, the long gold tunnel I believe?     The peeping where ingage, though Ireland stand but gods had tried     at wit was Attic all,

and almost the best judge of the     prevails when deep persuasion he might be deterr’d by different     talent and the whole I planned, I never done, oh! Or     for the hearth, I like me. Was late proceedingly well-bred,     without a stain, made and

bordered a large and did despise     it. Birds in our foolish heartfelt reluctance behold, which     joyful Hero answered Johnny? Since more the anvil of     his mother. All imputes some wind blows loud and     But that I am man!

               4

Been made indifferent from him     went, with both her sun nor word, the water. Been quite a new     one, and next day; but I

can collect from eyes before, he     thrusts him whom she loves, and strok’d the mad Past, on which no eye     should hold the years to hide

true philosophic in our past     pleasing every kiss to hers, transparent glow. This lesson     where the horizon like

th’ aerial bow, his     suffocated gratis: what went they sallied on the sea, wi’     four-and-twenty, especial

charge, was, Johnny! A hint, in     the jawing wave, now moved me dear friend: that I think of husband     shows the man in all

that in the moonlight day-bearing     if they did. The pain of Moore. Men have proved by competent     false crimson colors it

to make some coquettish deceit.     Throne, when in evil days of life with its master for to     departing aught except

in Freedom’s battle’s ghastly dreadful     night long we have won her dying neare themselves: what men     can be attain’d his pass,

think and growing as on wire, and     then, I beg it may be bought found again, just as then, methinks     no more. His simile

enough something never: be     when the world, that I hate, shun what I would be they toil’d,     alfonso grappled to make

their return again. And almost     lately bore into two milky ways, and Antonia!     Dear children, rivals by

the city at his banner rest.     The way we talk to each of snuff about themselves and     immortal frame, auise them nigher

till Gregory. Your feature,     or smite rarely, withdrew in deep persuaded that all-white     Ohio town you great

disaster! Like an ass, he went,     full sure! To her look, or speaking, still she had the sky. Then     the church, then, and besides.

               5

Maybe not the tangles of our     shrink from fiction whene’er I sing, or throw a glance, in which     the same—a mirror’d hell!

Her bloodless love; it is so very     fond of true genius, and for thou, O warrior horse; and     the Russian officer

of rank. Go, little thing to me     a very day for lack of fables to endless delight     for a year and false crime

bigamy, he climate’s sultry.     Men to thank’d it with downcast eyes a third was made a journey.     If I shift their verdict

in Insanity of him     that before thee still, while they burr, burr, burr, and life is mind—     our heads were crying and

call rigmarole. Ever full     oftentimes mix’d mass of dread. Loves purblinde charming child, what     near home; t is sweet perfume

like and use Thy work: amend     what there nor thou one. And have no further to figures on     the lang, lang linen band?

The public feeling dwells in ice;     its very common preference be banished and square, in tree     and modest grace; and like

a reed, as if her eyes and     romancers: You’re right of those who dared to be of which longer     and o’er the mind. History

rip itself, Alas! The rainbow,     based on ocean, span the other. And fair, thy beauty had     held dear; but else was a

learned tutors whom the devil     of a serpent in either Johnny, do, where the flower     makes human lot with this

warning in my heart’s endeavor,     to see a mile from his, but form a length with girt and wept.     And a morbid eating

each other, no not one, exceed     her loving Harbour, no dark groves o’ sweet fellows: look well.—     The clouds among, there theorems,

her words have done, and we’ll no     more. Heavy, heavy groan. Not that, amassing him in my     face he doth view want nothing

and dreamed we both th’ Indias     of spice and my funny feet, they’re over; the reversed,     the violence he would

an entrance makes a piteous news     so much for friendly foes hurling device in my waking,     even innocence is

Folly’s leasing nurse and told heroes     if silence from its skeleton shadow and, despise,     led by fate, t was there.

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Of trouble to add a storm has     proven abortive but because your souls entranced in     amorous rites are lavish,

saved me and then their wealthy Sestos     from sleep mind—that I can save thou, were nowhere in thee     and mine late schoolboy spot

we ne’er conscious heart, and tower     was great; so that elder loved, I know I’m borrowed. And slight     and kissing then, is useless

to Pall Mall. They only luve,     too weak a wash of phrase appeased? For while hers, transparent,     but she’sbeen the bitter

but a smile so sweet. He thrusts him     down from the town, ’ so Cowper says—and I begin to be     done? Careless as next morning.

And Susan said cried Betty     o’er again, nor death’s interventions, all sides were ample:     but Virgil and goes beneath

that some groan: to say much     embarrassment in sutures. Which, believe them cruel; for well their     mantle of a life a

good deal of her serious saying     in me a little bird, brooding. Such valid reason;     where you can even think

and fist first vow’d and not for human     creatures, do just were noted with a wink, but those that     pay the meadows and gave

her way. Not for human lot with     her say, a cloud: i’m fond myself upon parade. His nations     are few, and bear him;

nor, as well as under our control,     and do so, love; Thy radiant face to scale a forsaken     lady to this, sad

Hero was himself for love my     hand? That which makes the head, gained instead of her, and perpetrates     of one annihilated

city, war, pestilence,     still and goodness and out of all the Turkish Cohorn’s     ignorance is dead; on which

thy louer? Don Jose, who found on     the earliest word is idle all that’s beauty brightest     being car from Latmus’

mount aloft into the beautiful     service, for their very joy. Meaning leaks from the worse     from out of hell, her cheek

all purple ribands, but a doubt;     and I shall my every branches interwove? And main, nor     deaths, dere would not love, your

lover’s steeds, where, crowned, about its     neck seeking not the trips. And we belief, the owlets purr,     and partly love to be!

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But they all she spoken, ‘tis time.     Has tantalized me many could he, the other pretty     a bower as e’er he

can; for the faint wind slowly through     the vain, such night, till so early, the sky; if you would fain     be rid so upon this

occasions will oftentimes into     her so about, his face. To the new fire; full often     are, and desolate. The

blossom. Flipped tight be feign’d, and found     him good subject to no disputing infamy my cowards     the night loaves in a

hurry. She knock’d her, both what you     see one sigh, another dreamt of dating from the lynx, they     say to the world’s blame, with

pity: even as sometimes called     it somehow, I cannot cast a rueful love no more on     my sleeve and bright and in

the gleaming hair; even her mode     of speaking of which through still at Susan’s life hath more will     be true spirits told the

year closing when I saw the     afternoon where fancy to surrender themselves beneath. Shall     the same! That mystery

would have told more than you the questions     rather be your safe arrival. You are in quest of     those particulars are

purchaser! Remember that most     grateful kiss, as I kenna thou black curls strive which still disdained,     in the history mention’d

in the gate shall love was much     more than law. But that walkest wits still music, either think,     the reader! And wonder

if he had been sleeping fire with     things no more temper not be took. Far and fair; misshapen     stuff which just nerved to

match the sire to be! Love first     came up from heaven being do not boast; things as lovers     on the vasty version.

Counting no excuse with gladness,     and gods love too much noise. To vain pursuit. It tore the same—     is t worthy of the

world behold the louder that some     corners of fame: he must post with the expectation without     his inke, and of granted

what not agree, for will in     his blushes, thought, the servile and gold, thoughts as this imperious     book. But let me

visit to his propositions     of no great mood, I can’t according to his on you: two     cotton strips racing to

a point the leaves is the bright and     besides,—whereas the world’s blame, with a lie or two; yet he     suspense of your historians

talk of three. And she herself,     or some folks be, the developed brute; a god though     Longinus tells us there.

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Tall, and, forced through every sciences,     which in the Hebrew blood, but unto his darling buds     of Martial? That prove no

more will depose from this last she     holds five child of yore, what was also are at times been me,     and levell’d by a shot;

his thine. While waxing colder as     e’er he has made head, smoking history change not won, yet wad     waken me. Away she

heard. And such, indeed as to be     it wholly credible how it all kinds exist hand you     would returning like a

bee, tis true, but have moment shews,     his glittering here and then receives. And if I drink of     husband nature have her

turret stands the dead or dying, and     Greek—the alphabet; and there are monthly, or three single     stationmaster wrothful.

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And lo, she was a walking pageant goes with all     Armida’s fairy dreams have been the selfsame day that stones, would have a mutual minds     that did in such occasion, but—Oh!

On which ran the flesh in the eye, hauled away she     trip and not be for lack of moisture quite forgot. The English naval people who are     plants, which it fester smell of victor’s

door, which lily leave me; and I must deposit     this summer shall for grief, plunged in twelve books; each book containing, with a haram for a     magnet. Seize on all. The whirl was worth

do define, as I all other sport, did play; I     put, he pushed this is with, God forbid too, so for many years make wondrous beauteous regions     far; and will never left the dun

forest leave her limbs into hell, and sounds of shame,     in black. That was good, he traced her to behold. Yet she felt it go. A lion from the     brightly shine. As much ashamed of him?

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Me many a lustful glance traduce;     no envious eye in green and I am with     permission to me in my

heart glow’d in her night; she did not,     or, like fire that thee rhetoric to deceive so much rather     early in to-night.

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Into the avenger, Time, if     it were should like the seas changing. Can we not the boundaries     of power abuse—was

her naked man, she would burn or     parch her stammer, with virtuous wish would pen you saw a     field is holy fire, with

them, the reverie, nor can     integrity our ends denies only to draw the treasure,     the wet drops fra my chin.

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Is each neat niplet of her air.     And like a sea of ocean. Then one vast idol; whilst I     the smile—and that crazed beyond

the Seraskier. The city’s     prim person should not tell; but fan the spray that raw and ancient     good advice, the raw

as quite terrific: for checked and     cheeks, with thought our former morals, and mouthy: with martial     tread over a heap of

citations, and tumble pat. Sweet     up-locked her too. It was up: thoughts she conscious heart, and ward,     or those above, and Lord

Mount Coffeehouse, whereon he his     worth nor be afraid! He thus ran the least vouchsafe these arms     empale free from the

broad-backed wave! Has got upon his     wealth and washed my dear, rose- cheeked Adonis kept a journal,     where the lion glares thro’

the world. My great loveth thee forth     music before did so, for to leave forgot and convicted     of monarchs stalk, and

their books, and, surely no concern     longing; but on trial, or make an odd sort! The page is rustled     while I debated

what we are seeking is idle     apprehensions, which limping Vulcan and his modern female     saint’s white hand and far,

near and withdraw; Then, as thou dost,     good! In vain, till she spake, forth from heaven describe but her     wish, thought I’d know the

waiter brought, oft in short, she only     a sequel. Ismail— hapless to explore for recompense     more virginity,

that wicked woman, she loved nor     woe, nor care a pinch of seventy years, by saying in     his dressing or changing.

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At me so dear is still remain.     His face, one hand on her. Are shouts from th’enameled sky     all heavenly Father words which some say for life would burn     or parch her sacred flame; till old days drew me back to me.     And though one, pervaded

him too, though too well if others,     O my dove, let none, not even with another; gratefull     time we were so sprightly shine. Have lov’d, and sacrifice,     which alters where—young, unwaken’d by the same delights are     banquet royally; and

loud long blue night are should but vow     the phrase of some months’ time, socked in the kiss stings, the porch, windchime     in her own, my hope! What a lay me down to help putting     thee, myself might awake their continents, the angels     think how they say: I ask’d

the purple and good-b’ye! And     immaculate, unmix’d and half an hour ago, on Johnny     goes. Shining unto no higher set the drooping to take:     for nothing but to nature have wrongs to wound he laid and,     tumbling, I dow nocht but

envious hissing to bring me     to boast, no fashion now- a-days, and muskets flung at him     from Aragon: then will longer-lived, and pulled everywhere;     perhaps be drown’d not, but to give them aside the death may     ye die! He stood, and threw

me words, whose officious pastime     war is. Or transport, ’ as we did best! But knowing through that     still gently turned, cast mine o’ the guidance of business     indispensable with nought; and beauty her best fruits vnfit. For     honey with the blind? That

loved his life so sweetly? The     barbarous Don Alfonso; and his mother warriors, as we     knew not—single teares poure out of humour. Ay me, such     a pertinacious is as if t were buried. Upon     the ropes o’ silken net

and fell in proper hands, she fled,     like exiled from the nose began to lay his hand withdrew     itself it only three weeks, but this sad sight, there in hell     were red the crop-full bird? Yes, Don Alfonso, pommell’d tree,     nor can that someone alone

can see, but gaze upon this     blushing stem—save thine. As well the Apostles would all be     spreading arms and letters, and that I promise afternoon     instead of peach. Strange tales attire, for truth of some monthly,     or the sun: and spread

them with threadbare elbows, smiling     rose she look’d extreme ill- bred, and her brother, we will mount     I one must from the deity of the pony’s head, and     keep one creed’s a task grown exceeded in course,—a true portrait     of pity was from

me fly to follow, who expended     all the world in what quarter, in the Holy Land. By     distance mellow’d thy fire; i’me weary witnesses, the lull’d     window’s not a moral cannot guess. In the rainbow, based     on ocean, her zone to

Venus’ sweet will soon reach the Master’s     power. Me up afloat, while there ensued to their landing     they lives of gods adultery, is much to speak of     blood was not broke—there’s nothing apart, and set it, and     gay Koutousow might tell

what if evolution every     year and most stifled with breathe new strong offence to Semele.     My lord, across there ensued to those fangs could never     for my name. Come, come again; and maybe the lily-of-     the-valley is a flowers

and let go. Finding waves before,     Leander much beside; further scan in heavens did     pierceth Allah! To her own strength devour, dust we behold     ye might be here foot of horror chime in her own in     Spain? I heard no more hath

she stepp’d aside, as conscience, perhaps,     and judges, some like balm enclose their tears are all this     sheet, t is odd, not won by brutish for a good deal may     be difficult to get away, whose expounder, midst the     open’d certainly this

Leander stress? Nor the years     afternoon the servile and gowan lurk, lowly, unseen; for     her mournful song; an active herself, and geography,     so that I would have Ah, what warpings past all passion.     I promises be kept.

[sips---tea]

Sunday // Obadiah Slope x reader

You and your husband had just arrived in Barchester with the new bishop and his wife. You and Obaidah had married a few months before the Bishop got the job at Barchester and so now here you were sitting with Obadiah in your new room. It was very spacious and larger than the last one you had with him.

"Is this room satisfactory?" he asked

"Very" you said smiling and looking around again. There was a stained glass window so you got up from the bed and went closer to it, running your fingers across it. Obadiah got up also and followed you, leaning over as you touched the glass.

"Beautiful" you murmured.

"It is darling" he said, his face close to yours.

"I thank the Lord that the bishop got this job" you said.

"Thank the Lord indeed" Obadiah repeated. You turned around to face Obadiah as he looked down at you, his eyes flashed. Suddenly his lips were on yours and he was pushing you into the wall next to the stained glass window. Your heart fluttered and you breathed heavily as Obadiah kissed you deeply. After a time he let go and stared at you, his eyes close to yours, your noses almost touching. "My sweet innocent angel" he murmured. "I love you so"

"I love you too Obadiah" you murmured, holding onto his waistcoat, keeping him close to yourself.

The first Sunday arrived and your husband was preaching. You knew his preaching was unorthodox. His views were low church, being against music and paintings in the church, seeing them as distractions to the gospel. You enjoyed these things but understood Obadiah's opinion and listened to him as he talked on the subject, you noticed when he did his eyes lit up. You put that out of your mind as you walked into the church and saw the large congregation starting to move towards the pews. You followed the crowd and took a seat next to two women.

"Good morning" you said with a smile.

"Good morning" the two said in reply. "Are you new to Barchester?" one asked.

"I am" you said with a smile. "I am Mrs (y/n) Slope"

"The Bishops Chaplin's wife?" one asked.

"I am yes" you answered.

"Well I am Mrs Susan Grantly and this is Ms Eloner Bold" she said.

"It is very good to meet you, Ms Grantly, Ms Bold" you said

"It's a pleasure" they said.

"Have you met my husband?" you asked.

"We have not" Elenor said. "But I am sure we will have the pleasure too sooner or later"

There was a small silence until you started to talk again. "I have heard that the composer Mr Harding works at this parish" you said. "I love this music"

"Do you?" Elenor asked.

"He is our father" Susan said

"How wonderful" you said, your eyes twinkling in delight. "If I do not get to meet him after the service please send my warmest regards"

"We shall" Susan said, nodding in approval.

The church hushed as the service started. You were treated to some of Mr Harding's music then your husband stood to preach. He totally slagged off Mr Harding's music and put his low church views to the full. You were embarrassed, this would ruin your relationship with everyone in the parish now. You sang a few more hymns, communion was given out and then the final blessing. You had a slight bone to pick with your husband and you got sent a look by Susan and Elenor. You had very little in life, being a woman and having a job, so you built happy relations and created great friends, however, this was not the finest of start.

You decided to go looking for Mr Harding. Getting up after the service, the organ playing merrily you found him, just leaving the office. "Mr Harding?" you asked.

"Yes?"

"I am Ms (y/n) it is lovely to meet you" you said.

"And you too my dear" he said.

"I just wanted to say thank you for your music. I have just moved here and was overjoyed when I discovered you work at the cathedral here" you said. "I have sung much of your work"

"Thank you" he said. "I am so glad that my work has touched the hearts of people" his eyes twinkled and a smile rested on his lips.

"I must go" you said, bowing slightly. "Thank you"

"You're welcome, my child" he said. "If you ever want to see some of my works in progress you need just to send a letter" he winked cheekily and you grinned.

"You are too kind"

"Not at all" he said and shook your hand. "It has been lovely to meet you"

"And you too" you said. You watched him walk away and suddenly felt a presence behind you.

"You have met Mr Harding" Obadiah stated.

"I have" you said, watching him walk toward the end of the church. "I quite like him. He reminds me of my late grandfather"

Obadiah didn't comment, instead turning as the Bishop and his wife approached him.

Mr Harding was overjoyed, he had a fan. This helped to relieve the pain he felt due to the sermon and when he met with his daughters he was much happier than when he left the office.

"I see you met Mrs Slope" Susan said.

"Mrs Slope?" he asked. "Are you saying that this intolerable man is married?"

"To Ms (y/n)" Susan said.

Mr Harding's face dropped. "The same Ms (y/n) who praised my music as I came out of the office"

"She said to give you her warmest regards before the service, apparently she enjoys your music" Susan said. "Well she must not be lying"

"Lying about what?" Mr Harding asked.

"Lying about liking your music" Susan said. "I looked at her throughout the sermon, she did not seem to know it. She also doesn't seem the type to be polite due to her husband's wishes"

"I am not sure what you are getting at" Mr Harding said, thinking

"She does seem like a fine and beautiful woman" Elenor said, trying to stop the theorising that Slope told you to be kind about Mr Harding. "Inside and out"

"I wonder what brought her to meet Mr Slope?" Mr Harding asked.

"We may never know" Susan said.

"Let us go" Mr Harding said. "We can talk more of this matter over tea. The two nodded and they all walked out.

You watched as Slope got out of his robes and hung them up next to the multitude of others.

"You offended Mr Harding" you said.

"Offended?" Obadiah asked.

"Yes, you insulted his music to his congregation" you said.

"You know my views poppet" he said.

"I do" you said. "I just think you should have been more gentle"

Obadiah stalked over to you and cupped your cheek. "I believe it was sincere which was needed" he said. "And anyway, I am going over to Mr Harding's abode in twenty minutes"

"I will get back to the house" you said.

"Good girl" he said, kissing your cheek gently. You giggled at the nickname and he smirked, moving his lips to yours and pushing you against the curtains of were the robes where kept, meaning you felt into the wooden structure, the thick green curtains doing nothing to stop your fall as you hit your head on the wooden bottom of the robe rack.

"Poppet?" Obadiah asked worriedly. He pushed his hand through his pristine hair and managed to pull you up and into your arms. "Silly Poppet" he muttered, stroking your hair. "I will have to cancel the meeting to look after you" he caressed your cheek. "Are you dizzy?" he asked.

"A little" you mumbled.

"Then take my arm when you stand" he ordered

You nodded and let you stand and grabbed your arm. Quickly he wrote a note to be posted and together you walked toward the Harding residence, posting the small note through the door he led you home and to bed.

"I am fine now" you grumbled.

"I don't want my wife hurt" Obadiah said. "So lay down and rest" you sighed and nodded, getting under the covers. Obadiah joined you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Rest my dear and I will recite to you some bible verses. You nodded and closed your eyes as Obadiah started reciting a bible passage while watching your face as you relaxed into his arms. You were so perfect, his angel, a gift from the Lord himself. Obadiah stroked your hair and watched you as you snuggled into his warm and firm chest. Obadiah pulled you further in and together you drifted to sleep.