#true loves kids must break this spell

[xcherryerim]

Roommates Conflict

Mike Schmidt x afab fem!reader

word count: 3919.

warning: NSFW 18+, sexual tension, roommates to ???, stuck fetishism (the reader is stuck on the couch), consensual sex, porn with a plot, SoftDom Mike (little hints of submissiveness tho), pet names (princess, and baby), no use of y/n, in the middle of sex apology / love confession, a bit of fingering.

This is my first time writing smut so please let me know how it was so I can improve. If there are spelling mistakes, I'm sorry. My first language is Spanish.

summary: After fighting with your roommate for a month, you decide to discuss your issues with Mike but, your plans don't go accordingly, and then...Mike finds you stuck on the couch.

credits: @/kithsune for the separator

Mike has been your roommate for seven months now. At first, you thought sharing an apartment with a grown man and his little sister was about to be hell. Surprisingly, everything worked out. Mike was responsible and clean, and his sister was easy to care for. When you finally thought Mike was the best roommate imaginable, things quickly shifted.

You’re not sure if it is the long hours Mike must work or his lack of sleep making him grumpier and prone to irritation, but for the past month, the routine has been this: When you wake up after Abby is off to school and it’s just the two of you, Mike snaps, scolding you for forgetting to clean a few dishes, not finishing drying your laundry, not taking the trash out the week you were supposed to, etc.

You barely opened your eyes, and he was already being a bitch. Then, around 6 a.m., you waited for him to get home after his shift and pointed out that he was a hypocrite since he hadn’t done any major chores himself. Sometimes he pretends you aren’t there, he hisses, or he just accepts the truth and does the chores half-assed.

Today, however, you have a break from your usual responsibilities. And luckily, Abby is with her aunt for the day. Abby’s birthday was a few days ago, and Jane forgot. To keep up the façade of being a perfect aunt, she promised to take Abby to Disneyland, aka the fair down the street. How sweet.

You don’t mind, Abby. She is quiet, but a well-mannered kid. However, you wanted alone time with Mike to discuss the heated tension between the two. You decided to clean the apartment and do his chores for the day, like the dishes, sweeping the floor, throwing the trash, and even going grocery shopping so he didn’t have to go tomorrow. You knew he needed a break, too.

You finished the chores ten minutes before Mike would get to the apartment. When you sat on the old, washed-out couch, you felt a pointy object poke your lower back. The item slides down, going to the inside of the couch. A light sigh escapes from your lips as you turn, placing your knees on top of the sofa seat. You let both of your arms inside the couch, trying to find the mysterious gadget. After a few minutes of struggling, you catch it. You can tell it’s Abby’s gaming controller. She lost it a long time ago, so you know she’ll be happy to play on her console once again.

When you try to free your arms, it does nothing. You used your body force to pull away, but there was no use. You were stuck. You still insisted on doing anything to let you escape this embarrassment, and the thought of Mike seeing you like this sent shivers down your spine. You knew he would make fun of you until one of you moved out. With your strength running out, you pulled once more. No use. Loud steps filled the room, and you feared that your worst nightmare had just come true.

“What the fuck?” His eyes were wide open, a blush running across Mike’s unevenly shaved face. He tried to act as usual, but his mind was running wild. It didn’t help that he had a small crush on you that he tried to avoid and that he started to develop a new fetish. People being stuck.

“I’m stuck.” You answered, rolling your eyes at Mike. Is he always this annoying?

He stood there, not doing anything, but his eyes glimmered at you like he was admiring some piece of erotic art.

“Help me!” You demanded, but Mike just seemed overwhelmed. He walked toward his room. His knees are wobbly as he takes each step. You could hear noises like he was desperately looking for something. After a minute, the noises were gone, and the only thing you could hear was your heart beating like you had never felt before.

“Mike, help me! Mike?!” You were losing your patience. After some hesitation, Mike walks awkwardly towards the living room, his eyes never meeting yours fully.

“What?” He stuttered. Mike tried to use his usual monotone, but it came off as anxious.

“What do you mean, what?! Help me!”

“Fine, I’m sorry.”

He got next to you, wrapping his rough hands around your wrist, slightly pulling.

“I’ve tried that. Is there no use?”

“Then what else do I do?” He sighs, his hot, heavy breath melting into the thin skin of your neck. You felt your body starting to shake like it had some sort of anticipation for him to just...

You let out an aggravated groan and shake your head like it will remove those naughty thoughts of you and your roommate. This whole situation is getting worse by the second.

“Well,” Mike said, clearing his throat. “I think... I might have an idea.” He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should continue. “Do you trust me?” he asked softly, a warm smile appearing on his face, which felt unusual. You swore you had never seen him smile like that before.

You look at him suspiciously. Why did he ask if you trusted him? You weren't stupid. He always tried to mess with people in some way. But the longer you stayed like this, the more uncomfortable it became. 

"Fine. Do what you want. Just make it quick, please. This is humiliating as it is."

Mike swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. "Okay," he said, nodding once. "Hold on tight," Mike whispered before getting behind you, his fingertips shaky as he slid his hands on your hips.

You let out a small gasp as your body prickles at Mike’s touch. He pressed himself against you, his body heat enveloping yours. As he tried to pull, his hardened member hit your ass multiple times. You could feel Mike’s heart racing against your back.

You didn't want him this close, but you couldn't deny that it felt nice in a weird, twisted way. As Mike grips your hips harder, using more force than before, your brain stops functioning for a second, unable to stop you from letting out a soft moan that you were desperately trying to avoid vocalizing out loud.

Mike froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't expect you to react this way. The moan sent waves of pleasure through his body, making him even harder against your ass. He tried to focus on the task at hand. He didn’t want to imagine himself pounding you as you were stuck, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with every passing second.

“I’m sorry!” Both said it at uneven times.

“Let’s just ignore what happened and help me get off.” At this moment, you wish you could crawl under a rock and die, but you’ll probably get stuck there too.

Mike chuckled lightly, then nodded at your words, trying to clear his thoughts. He took a deep breath before sliding his hands back onto your hips. This time, he pulled with all his force, grunting as he tried to free you from the couch. The pressure building inside him couldn’t be denied, and it was clear that he was struggling to contain himself. With that, as his bulge caresses your ass, he lets a loud, desperate groan out of his dry lips. You gasped as one hand was finally free.

“It’s working…” As much as you want to hate this feeling, it’s making you feel some way. You wish you guys could forget about this so he can fuck you hard against the couch. Unintentionally, you let your ass follow the rhythm of his pulls.

Mike's mind was a mess of lust and confusion. He couldn't believe the legs in front of him were shaking in need. He was so focused on freeing you from the couch that he didn't even notice how his hips were moving in a pattern.

"Almost there." His voice was a mix of care and exhaustion. As you feel your hand slowly get loose, you decide to speak.

"Look, we clearly are... avoiding the fact that we’re really turned on right now.”

Mike’s attention suddenly went to the words being spoken, his breath catching in his throat, trying to process them. You're right, he thought. They were both so turned on by this, and they couldn't deny it any longer. He let out a shaky breath before he spoke.

"I know," he whispered. "But we have to stop."

"I just want to make sure you're okay," he continued, trying to sound calm and collected. "Once we're out of here, we can... we can do whatever you want."

“No.” The simple answer made him still. “Once I get out, we will be too embarrassed to even look at each other. You can’t see my face right now; I can’t see yours, so... let’s do it now.” You suggested. It felt humiliating; you hated that you sounded so needy, but for some reason, Mike had that effect on you now.

Mike was terrified and excited. He had never been so high on lust by someone before, and the thought of finally having you beg him to fuck you right here, in this awkward position, with your face buried in the cushions, was driving him crazy. It is like his darkest fantasy is finally going to come true. Without any thought, he removed his pants rapidly and slid a condom down his shaft.

Mike takes his hands up to your sides, gently caressing your skin as he slowly pulls you back towards him. His cock rubbed against the thin fabric of your shorts, which slightly hugged your soaking folds, eliciting a moan from both of you.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice shaky and barely above a whisper.

“Yes.”

Mike nodded slowly, his breath coming in short, unsure gasps. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your ear. "Then let me show you how much I want you." He removed your shorts slowly and steadily. As soon as your underwear was removed, he licked his fingers before settling them in your folds. 

Mike’s hands were always something you stared at in secret when he wouldn’t notice, and now his rough, manly hand is wrapped around your most sensitive areas. The heat building up inside of you from just his touch alone was hunting.

"Please," you managed to croak out as he teased you mercilessly. Mike chuckled lightly before finally giving in and sliding his long fingers into you. You moaned loudly as he started moving them in and out, hitting all the right spots that made you feel pleased. His free hand reached down to roughly fondle your breasts through your shirt. You arched your back into his touch, begging for more. But instead of giving you what you craved, Mike pulled away suddenly, leaving you panting heavily.

Before you could ask why he stopped so suddenly, you felt his firm grasp forcing you to spread your legs. Your entrance was wet and inviting to him. Mike gently pushed his hips forward. His cockhead pressed against your tight cunt, and you could feel him throbbing with need. He paused for a moment, gathering his courage, before slowly pushing forward. It wasn't long before you started to whimper harder. The smell of the combined arousal filled the small room, fueling him even more.

Mike moaned loudly, feeling you give in to him. He thrust his hips forward, burying deep inside with one swift motion. Your warmth engulfed him, and he couldn't believe how good it felt. 

"Fuck,” he whispered in your ear. "You feel so good." His raspy voice and uneven breaths made a high-pitched whine escape from your lips. As a response, Mike leaned closer, making his member fully inside you as he nibbled your ear.

“Was this your plan all along? Is that why you started to wear those slutty shorts more often?”

You tried to choke some words out, but the feeling of him inside you like this was so ecstatic and addictive that the only thing you could do was take him as he placed.

He started to move, his hips rolling back and forth in a steady rhythm. “You didn’t answer me.” His hot, sweaty body overpowered yours. “Use your words for me, would you?” he asked, his voice as delicate as his touch. Mike’s hand found the freed hand of yours, intertwining his fingers like he had to hold on for dear life. Every time he pulled out, only to push back in, he could feel you clenching around him. It was the most intense feeling he'd ever experienced. His breath came in ragged gasps as he lost himself by being inside you while you were helplessly stuck. 

The only thing you could do was shake your head side to side at his question, but the real answer was more complicated than that. The first time you wore shorts, it wasn’t intentional, but when he saw you with them, he seemed to listen to you with more attention as you scolded him for not doing his chores that day, so you started to use them in your favor from time to time.

Mike chuckled at your clear lie, and he started to speed up, your body pressing against the couch more intensely as he pounded you harder.

You didn’t imagine Mike being so good with his dick. It is not like you know his sexual life, but in your eyes, he seemed the type to not go around sleeping with people. His life is too stressful for him to even care for his own needs. Maybe it's all pent-up horniness.

Mike's eyes were closed, his face twisted in pleasure as he took you with long, deep strokes. He couldn't believe how good it felt to finally have you like this. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying it this much, but he couldn't help himself. He was lost in the moment, completely consumed by his desires.

His hand started to smack your behind. His slaps weren’t too strong to hurt you, but enough to make you gasp. As he increased the speed and started to smack harder, you let out sounds of pain and pleasure. “You can take it, baby, it’s okay,” Mike said, his calm voice contrasting his vile actions before slapping your ass one last time.

As he continued to thrust, he leaned down, biting your shoulder, almost like he wanted to hide his whiny moans. "Shit," he groaned again, pulling out of you slightly before pushing back in with a rougher force. "You're so tight."

“You need to stop pulling out... it’s cruel.” You said in between cries, his length making you feel lightheaded as if you could almost see stars.

Mike's breath hitched in his throat at your words. He couldn't believe he was doing this to you. Without warning, he pulled out completely, leaving you empty. You could feel him throbbing against your ass, aching to be inside you again. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he leaned over, his chest heaving.

"I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely. "I can't help myself."

“What?!” You stuttered; the sudden emptiness felt like hell.

“Do you always have to be an asshole?!”

Mike's heart broke at your words. He knew he was being cruel, but he couldn't help himself. He needed you too much.

"No," he replied softly. "I don't."

His hands travel slowly from your hips to your chest. Cupping your breasts through your oversized shirt. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before he lost control again.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice quiet. "I know I've been an asshole this past month. There is no excuse for my behavior but—fuck!" Without waiting for a response, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against the back of your neck. His tip pressed against your entrance again, and he whimpered, unable to hold back any longer.

"Please forgive me," he said as he kissed your neck desperately. "Let me repay you for my bad behavior."

Feeling his hot breath in your ear made you squeal. Your knees felt weak, and the air seemed to be overwhelmingly steamy. The only thought you have in your head is Mike pleasuring you and driving you to your limits.

With no response from you, his hands let go of your chest and quickly went to your shoulder. The sudden movement made you completely free from the couch edges. You immediately look down. The realization of what you guys were doing just settled in.

“Just look at me, please.” With a light force, he pulled you to face him, his body above yours. He is a mess. Red face with anxious teary eyes, sweat coming out of his forehead and traveling to his neck. He was a complete utter mess because of you, but you couldn’t deny the sight of him like this was so dreamy.

“Please, just forgive me.” Mike’s knees quickly touched the ground as his puppy eyes looked up at you. “I've been an asshole to you because I like you, and I know it’s wrong because we’re roommates, but... damn it. “His eyes shifted to your thighs, shaking in need, but the only thought in his mind was him being wrapped in them. He coughs, trying to regain composure.

After several moments of silence, Mike finally found the strength to speak, his heart racing faster than ever before. "I... I apologize for everything," he managed to croak out. "I'm sorry, but please, please let me feel you again." His voice cracked slightly as he reached out tentatively towards you, wrapping his arms around your leg in an embrace.

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to accept his apology or leave him there alone. But then something changed inside you. Maybe it was just seeing how vulnerable he truly was, but you decided to relent. Reaching over to gently place your hand on his cheek, he pulled closer until your bodies finally connected once again. "It's alright," you whispered, giving him a small smile. “I sort of like you to-" Mike didn’t hear your confession. As soon as you said it’s alright, his arms picked you up with ease, making his way into his room.

He placed your body in his bed. “There you go.” He had an ear-to-ear smile. Mike turned on his nightstand lamp. The room was lit up slightly as the sunrise was shining through the windows, but the lamp brought more clarity to his room, which was tidied up nicely. If he was so obsessed with keeping his room clean, why couldn’t he do that with the apartment?

You find him scattering for something desperately. Lube. Once the lube is finally in his hand, he crawls into the bed with you, placing his swollen lips from all the biting he had to do to remain quiet into yours.

From the corners of your eyes, you can see him placing some lube on his palm and lightly spreading it across his cock, lightly stroking himself. A light whimper was vocalized as he kissed you. With one final stroke, he gets on top of you, a mischievous smirk plastered across his face as the thought of finally getting to see you lose your mind while his cock is inside you sends him waves of pleasure. Mike then looked at you with pleading eyes, asking for permission to continue, which you allowed.

This time, he didn’t hold back as he buried himself into your tight walls. The sudden coldness of the lube makes you shake. The combination of the lubricant and Mike’s hot member is driving you wild with desire. Making your hands dig into his back and your legs wrap around his waist, holding him closer to you.

At your action, Mike picks up the pace, his hips moving faster and harder, his cock slamming into you with each powerful thrust. His cockhead contracts and releases, sending pleasure through your sensitive spot repeatedly. He groans louder, his breathing becoming heavier as he loses himself in the rhythm of their passionate lovemaking.

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this.,” Mike said it under his breath, almost like he was speaking to himself.

“Mi- Mike.” His confession made your heartbeat follow the same speedy rhythm as his thrust. Your eyes were wide shut as your fingertips dug into his back.

Mike whines, and his fingers dig deeper into your hips, leaving marks that would likely turn into bruises later. You were not going to be the only one marking him. Mike wanted you to remember this. He then increased the speed of his thrusts, his hips moving faster than ever before as if he needed this release just as much as you did.

His rhythmical motion created a wet slapping sound that echoed around them, filling the room with the sounds of your lovemaking. His breath was raw against your neck, his lips leaving a trail of saliva along your collarbone. His tongue traced your jawline, nibbling and teasing your earlobes before returning to your mouth for a deep, passionate kiss.

He moaned again, his voice hoarse with desire. "Oh god, you feel so fucking good, baby." As Mike said this, he picked up the pace even more, his hips slamming against yours in a relentless rhythm. His cockhead rubbed against your G-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

“I’m close.” You announced it with hesitation.

Bucking his hips harder, pushing his member deeper into you again and again with no mercy. "Cum for me, princess," Mike murmured. "Let me make you feel good. "Let me please you.” 

Mike’s words were like magic, his cock hitting your G-spot in perfect rhythm, driving you over the edge. With a loud, primal cry, your body convulsed around him, and you felt yourself climaxing intensely. Your tight walls contracted powerfully around his thick member, milking him dry as he continued to thrust inside of you.

As your orgasm subsided, Mike followed suit, his climax hitting him like a freight train. His cock twitched violently inside of you as he whined. His hold on your waist loosened slightly, but he didn't pull out just yet. Instead, he rested heavily on top of you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“So…” You said it awkwardly as you patted Mike’s head. 

“About the chores...”

Mike chuckled lightly, his lips forming a dumb smile as he looked up to you. 

“Yes, I’ll do them now. I promise.” Mike rolled his eyes and then placed his hand on your cheek. Caressing it with his thumb. “And… I’ll be a better roommate for you.” 

You nodded. “Thanks, Mike.” 

“I noticed you cleaned the apartment... So let me get you cleaned up.” Mike stood up and walked to his bathroom. You could hear the water hitting the bathtub. As you peeked to get a better glance, Mike turned his head to meet your gaze. 

“Let’s have a bath together.” He said this as he disappeared from view to grab a foaming bubble bottle.

“And who knows, maybe we could do round two.” Mike’s tone was cheeky and playful. He leaned into the door, looking at you up and down. Proud of how messy he made you. 

“Come on.” Mike smiled as he went to reach your hand, walking you into the bathtub.

FIN. Hope you guys liked it. Help me choose my next smut here!

Thank you so much for reading.

[sage-nebula]

Mabel despises Bill, send post.

Okay, I'll say more than that.

One thing that I haven't seen people talk about (and that I've in fact seen some fan content ignore) is the fact that The Book of Bill makes it explicitly clear that Mabel Pines despises Bill Cipher as of the end of the series. I think there's a tendency to view Mabel as a bastion of love and forgiveness, and while it's true that Mabel does have a lot of love and kindness in her heart, a.) she's not actually an all-forgiving heroine (see: she never comes close to forgiving Gideon for attacking Dipper in "The Hand that Rocks the Mabel"), and b.) we're given explicit text on multiple pages in The Book of Bill that outline just how much she hates Bill and will actually do violence unto him (again) if she ever gets the chance. (Because remember, she got him in the eye with spray paint with extreme prejudice.)

We're first told about this when Bill recounts the story of how he visited Mabel's dreams days before Weirdmageddon in the hopes of making a deal. (Which, side note -- how was that possible? The unicorn hair spell was supposed to prevent that sort of thing from happening. I guess she must have been at a sleepover at Candy's or Grenda's house when this little dream jump occurred.) Bill at first gushes about how much he likes Mabel and would like to sway her to his side, but then:

"Unfortunately, her mind had Wanted posters of me everywhere -- just because I possessed her brother one time!"

Mabel wasn't a fan of Bill's even before "Sock Opera," but as of "Sock Opera" it seems that there's no chance of forgiveness from her for him. And this tracks; in "The Hand that Rocks the Mabel," Gideon treated her horribly. He pressured her into the initial date with him, and then continued to use public pressure and guilt trips in order to keep her locked into successive dates and a suffocating relationship that she couldn't escape from. He was emotionally manipulative, possessive, selfish, and cruel. Despite this, Mabel still felt bad for asking Dipper to break up with him on her behalf and initially went to the factory to apologize to Gideon, until she saw him attacking Dipper through the window. It was only at that point, when he attacked her brother, that Mabel's opinion on Gideon did a 180 and he was no longer worthy of any sympathy or forgiveness in her eyes. Regardless of how he treated her, it was hurting Dipper that Mabel could not forgive.

So it makes sense, then, that possessing Dipper would be the breaking point for Mabel with Bill, particularly considering the note that Bill left for her (and specifically for her, part of it was addressed to her) to find in the car on the way back from the play at the end, as revealed in Journal 3:

"Note to self: Possessing people is hilarious! To think of all the sensations I've been missing out on -- burning, stabbing, drowning. It's like a buffet tray of fun! Once I destroy that journal, I'll enjoy giving this body its grand finale -- by throwing it off the water tower! Best of all, people will just think Pine Tree lost his mind, and his mental form will wander in the mindscape forever. Want to join him, Shooting Star?"

(Yeah, I sure believe Bill that Mabel's a kid he likes. 😬 Maybe "likes" is more appropriate . . . even his lies are lies . . .)

So Bill possessed Dipper on purpose, threw his body down stairs, stabbed forks into his arms, poured soda into his eyes, slammed his hands in drawers, and then had planned to throw his body off a water tower, killing him in what would look like a suicide attempt. I don't think it's any wonder that after this, Bill crossed the point of no return in Mabel's mind. Bill recognizes as such by the time he's finished in her mind as well:

"That was it. She'd never make a deal with me."

It was why he had to possess Blendin in the first place and make up the lie about a way to extend the summer; because thanks to Craz and Xyler, he knew that Mabel was sad about summer ending, and that she could be tricked by someone she thought had a way of extending summer, like a time agent. Bill had to possess a known time agent, because Mabel wouldn't have believed anyone else could do it, and it had to be Blendin because Blendin wore goggles that obscured his eyes (and thanks to fighting against Bipper, Mabel knew how to look for possession eyes, and would never make a deal with Bill). Bill using Blendin to trick Mabel was calculated, and extremely so, because Mabel hates his guts because of what he did (and wanted to do) to her brother.

But it doesn't end there, because then we get to Mabel's letter. (And Dipper's as well, but mostly Mabel's.) Some might be thinking, well, if Mabel knew about Bill's backstory, she might regain some sympathy for him. However, I don't think that's the case . . . because Mabel does learn about Bill's backstory (or at least his history with Ford), and she doesn't feel sympathy for him. Ford's letter not only states that the entire family was reading the book when he exited his lab (and laughing so hard they were crying at it), but Mabel's letter in specific has her write this:

"Anyway, Bill seems to me like a super-needy ex."

We have all laughed and enjoyed this line because of how it further cements Billford as canon toxic old man yaoi, but think about what this means for a moment. This means that:

Mabel has read Bill's backstory, at least re: everything that went down between him and Ford and how heartbroken Bill was over it (she knows about O'Sadleys and the intergalactic Taco Bell incident)

She doesn't feel sympathy, in fact, she's calling him super-needy, which is insulting

Mabel isn't sympathetic toward Bill; she's patronizing. She's one step away from calling him cringe. Her "helpful tips" for how to move on are her condescending to him as she tells him to get the hell away from Ford -- and speaking of which, let's not forget that she says "if you're reading this from space or hell or wherever," indicating exactly where she thinks he very well could be. If she felt sympathetic toward him at all, knowing what she does about his past, I really doubt she'd think he'd be burning in hell.

Mabel ends her letter with this delightful gem.

"Anyway, Bill -- you tried to kill my brother. If I ever see you again, I'm doing this! [illustration of her biting him in half] Deal with it!"

There is no love for Bill Cipher in her heart. There is only a wish to sever him in half, preferably so that his precious eyeball is split in two, with her teeth.

Now, this is in her letter. But we also get some of this in Dipper's letter, too, since she interjects over there. Dipper also delivers a death threat to Bill, and Mabel comments on it. Her commentary praises Dipper's threats (and confident in making his threat):

Dipper: "Come at us again and I'll end you." Mabel: "Wow, Dipper!! So confident!!" Dipper: "Was it . . . was it too confident?" Mabel: "No, it was just right! 13 looks good on you!"

Now, again, this is mostly praising his confidence. But the "it was just right" could also apply to the threat, considering she made a very similar one herself. Many people focus on Dipper's threat to Bill, considering how cutthroat Dipper seemed toward Bill in the show (and how it was their relationship that was focused on because Dipper was the primary protagonist).

But this book has made it explicitly clear that Mabel hates Bill's flat yellow ass with her entire sparkly heart. She wants him away from her grunkle because she knows how badly he treated Ford. And she especially wants to rip him to pieces herself if she ever sees him within a 100 mile radius of her brother again. The idea that Mabel would be forgiving of, or sympathetic to, Bill because of his backstory just doesn't jive with what we know both of her character or her actual, canonical feelings toward him as of the most recent canonical material. Mabel is a loving, kind person, yes -- but she has her limits, and those limits come with those that cause serious harm to her family, just like the rest of the Pines. She's not a two-dimensional, all-forgiving heroine. She's a well-rounded character who forgives when things are forgivable, when it's warranted, when it's deserved. And it's been demonstrated that in Mabel's eyes, certain things -- like trying to cut out her brother's tongue with lamb shears, or possessing him and threatening to throw his body off a water tower -- simply aren't forgivable.

[ghostmemesource]

👻୧‿︵‿︵ ash vs. evil dead sentence starters

these are quotes taken from the starz series ash vs. evil dead. send in one of the prompts below for my muse’s response. please change pronouns/names where you see fit.

First thing I got to do is see a guy about a book. Must be some spell I can say to undo all this.

The other first thing I got to do is some cardio, ’cause my heart is jackhammering like a quarterback on prom night.

One false move, and I will Second Amendment your brains all over this truck.

We’re not leaving a trail of blood and guts behind us, we’re keeping Michigan moist.

There’s one thing I learned from [name]. Shoot first, ask questions never.

Last time I was here with a girl, I was hopin’ to get laid.

If I’ve learned anything from you, [name], it’s that if something seems too good to be true, it probably is.

Hey, I’m looking for a friend. He’s, uh, tall, dumb, smells like… bread.

You fought this thing before. Maybe you just got to finish what you started.

Yes, I’m upset. Yes, I’m behind the wheel. Yes, I’m drunk. And maybe my license isn’t the fancy kind from the DMV. But at least I’m drunk!

Without good, there is no evil.

With all due respect, your tiny brain is a lot safer without my problems inside it.

Trust me, once you get jacked in the face, it’ll all click. I can’t even get my nut up to rumble unless I’ve had a good shot to the chin.

Once again I saved the world. Now it's time to get the girl.

Most people go through life thinkin’ they’re totally safe. People like us, we know the truth. Life is hard and dangerous, and sometimes you just gotta chop off somebody’s head to survive.

I kill demons, not people. Unless those people are demons, who look like people. And then I kill people, but they’re not really people, they’re demons. You understand?

Never get between a papa bear and his cub.

What’s out there knows that you’re alive, and it wants you to be… un-alive.

Well, good news I found a piece of pie with no blood on it. Anybody want a bite?

To save those two, I would submit to a prostate exam.

This town is only big enough for one asshole, and that asshole is me.

Sometimes what you think you saw, it’s exactly what you saw.

Someone needs to wash your mouth out, kid. And that someone is me.

Now I’m gonna kill you, just like I killed your father! I didn’t really kill your father, that just kinda sounded cool.

I gotta warn you, you’re gonna want to leave your husband for me, and I can’t let that happen. Family values.

I’m not drunk enough to know if this is good-weird or bad-weird. But I’ll get there though.

I’m going to be like a ninja losing his virginity, quick and discreet.

I told you. A good shot to the face always gets the juices flowin’.

Thanks for the opinion, appreciate it. Now you can take it, turn it sideways, shove it right up the old poop chute.

When you get back to Hell, work on your aim.

Do you know what evil is, [name]? It’s power without fear, without guilt, and without pain.

Hey, good looking. You here to break me out or break me in?

I'm gonna get you pregnant later.

I'd know that caboose from anywhere.

Even if this goes perfectly, there's a good chance you'll die.

Well, [name], it's been fun catching up. Sorry I got to kill you.

Don't you get it? Everybody dies here. It's just a rule.

If once you start down that path, forever, it will dominate your destiny.

Did you just Yoda quote me?

Alright, look, we get this done quick enough, we might have time to stop for churros.

Yeah, well, your cooking was shit.

Yeah, I remember when I was like you. Young, dumb, full of… conflicting emotions.

Sweet musical Jesus, that's your friend? Oh, she's filthy and fine!

She haunts my dreams. Just kidding. She does, though.

Do me a favor will ya, thank your mother for me?  She passed her genes down to you in all the right places.

Damn, [name]. Badass.

Why are you covered in blood?

So look, uh, I'm not a grief counselor, but if it's any consolation, I have had to kill and bury loved ones before. A bunch of times, actually.

Oh sure. I'll just sit here with the police officer we tied up and rethink my recent life choices.

Get ahold of yourself, woman!

I'm gonna say a lot of dumb things.

[reigenkills]

girl why is there plot

ao3 | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | 7 | 8

You keep an ear out for news of the old man and his cursed son Elrick. Being a cursed creature yourself, you've have some sense of solidarity for your fellow unfortunate bastards. And while you don't trust yourself not to go into a depression nap if you try only to fail to save this kid, you still hold on to some hope that he's somehow gonna pull through with this.

A day and a half after the incident at the bar, you hear from local gossip that Elrick is still holding on. Somehow. Whatever's going on with him, ol' Wolfie himself hasn't come to collect yet.

Maybe it's not his time. Death had said something about not meddling with the affairs of life unless it concerned him, and for all that you've bit him, he's refrained from hurting you too badly even though you know full well he could. You don't know all the rules and regulations of being death incarnate, but there must be some line in the sand he can't cross.

You crack the Evil Witch's spellbook and start hunting down whatever you can find that can counter a sleeping spell. 

By the afternoon, you've got little scraps of notes bookmarking possible answers. There's, of course, the classic cure-all - True Love's Kiss; there's the Fountain of Youth, where someone gives a part of their lifespan to someone else, but it won't break the sleeping spell, only buy time until you find another solution; there's a Crossroads Deal, where for a price, any spell can be broken; and there's, of course, finding the original spell caster and having them break the curse.

Things aren't promising, but at least you've got something.

You ask Muffet for directions to Elrick's house. She draws you a map on a napkin and tells you to mind the potholes on the way.

The boy's family lives in a farmhouse in the outskirts of Poisonapple. According to Muffet, the father is a farmer, Elrick's older brother is a Huntsman, and Elrick himself is a shepherd boy. Less than ideal for whatever his beau's family's status is. You can see why he'd get screwed over.

You trudge down the pathway to the farmhouse,  pulling your hood up as a cold breeze blows by. The sky is heavy with clouds tonight, and you can hear the rumble of thunder in the distance. Hopefully you won't get caught in the storm on your way back to your inn.

The lamps hanging from the farmhouse creak and rattle in the wind. You eye them warily, stepping away from them, and raise your fist to knock on the front door.

A tall, burly, man with tired eyes opens it for you. He looks like he hasn't slept in days, and it shows in his voice when he croaks out: "Yes?"

"I don't have a clear cut answer for how to wake your brother up, but I might have some things that can help," you say. 

The Huntsman narrows his eyes at you, studying you from head to foot. "You don't look like no witch."

"I'm not, I just know some magic." Just like you know how to hit a drum. No training and no intricate knowledge of tips and tricks, but you know you have to hit it in order to make a noise. It's not the best method for magic, but as long as you follow the instructions, you should be fine. It's worked for you so far.

The Huntsman grunts. After a moment, he steps aside and lets you in.

You pull your hood off and let out a sigh of relief, realizing you'd been freezing in the cold outside once the warmth of the house hits you.

"What do we do?" The Huntsman asks.

"I was told you live with your father," you say. "I think we should discuss this with him."

The Huntsman grunts again, but he leads you to the living room and ushers you to sit. He disappears into a hallway right after, and you hear a door open; he's in the backyard, probably. As you wait, you pull out your spellbook from your satchel, arranging the notes you've pinned between the pages on the table.

The Hunstman returns with his father a few minutes later. The old man's eyes widen as he recognizes you.

"Witch," he says.

"I'm a mercenary, not a witch," you say. "I just have some knowledge from dealing with witches."

"You can help us?"

"I have some terms, first."

The old man nods, quickly moving to sit down while his eldest son eyes you with suspicion and remains standing.

"When you address me, please say can you, or may you, or please," you say. "I am not a dog. Don't tell me what to do so flippantly."

"...and?" the Huntsman asks.

"That's it. Overstep and I'm out the door." You smile thinly. "All I ask is some politeness."

"Huh." The man lets out a huff and takes the seat beside his father. "Okay, can you help us?"

You nod, and present to them your notes, turning the papers around so they can read it, as they're both sitting across you. "Obviously, there's True Love's Kiss, but we have no idea how we can contact your son's beloved, and we might not have enough time to save him if we kidnap her. The Fountain of Youth can buy us some time, but it swaps a portion of someone's lifespan for someone else's."

"That wouldn't wake my brother up, would it?" the Huntsman asks.

"No, it's a transference spell. Nothing to do with breaking curses, but it'll reset our clock." You push a sheet of paper towards them. "This one isn't the most optimal, but I've worked many a job concerning Crossroads Deals. As long as you pay up, you can just about ask for anything you want."

"How much is the payment?" the old man asks, wringing his hands together. 

You glance to the Huntsman with some pity. He, at least, seems to know what a Crossroads Deal entails. "It's a what. It's demon magic. They ask for your soul."

The old man sags back in his seat. Alarmingly, a deep look of thought passes over his face. The Huntsman flips the page over to hide the instructions on a Deal away. "You got anything else?"

"We can find the original spellcaster and get them to undo the curse," you say. 

The Huntsman's face falls. There are barely any witches in the area, so if the aristocratic family that's cursed his brother got a spell from one, they probably live miles from here. Maybe they're from a completely different island, even. 

"Could you find the spellcaster?" he asks.

"I could try, but your brother doesn't have enough time," you say. He nods jerkily, frowning down at the table in silence. You lean back in your seat and turn your attention to the window, watching the storm and giving the father and son some privacy.

The Huntsman clears his throat. "Can you…give us some space?"

"Of course." You rise from your seat, taking your spellbook and your notes and tucking them under your arm. "I'll be outside."

Outside is cold and windy, and half of the lamps have already blown out from the chilly draft around you. You draw your hood up over your head again and stuff your spellbook back in your satchel, drawing the rest of your cloak closer to yourself.

A gust of wind snuffs the rest of the lamps at the front of the house out. In the dim light, you can barely see anything. 

There's a flash of lightning to your left. You turn, attention instinctively caught by light, and find yourself looking up at the tall shadow that looms over you.

Twin pinpricks of red stare down at you. In the cold and the dark, you remember exactly how menacing Death can be when he wants.

"Mercenary," he greets.

"Señor Muerte," you say, because you've got manners and he's probably on duty and not in the mood to mess with you, if he's so serious. "So the boy dies, then, after all?"

He chuckles, a low throaty sound that comes out more intimidating than mirthful. "We'll see. His brother's still thinking things over."

"So you're…waiting to see if he does?" you ask. "And then you're scaring the dad into a heart attack?"

"They can't see me, Mercenary. You only can because I want you to." he says. "And Death is patient. I always wait."

"I thought that was supposed to be Love is patient." You snort. "So the kid's either gonna live or die tonight depending on what his brother decides?"

"Yep," he says. "Would have been a straightforward visit if you hadn't come here telling them about the Fountain of Youth, but, look at you. Altruistic little thing that you are."

Ah, shit, is he here to kick your ass for meddling with death or something?

"At ease, Mercenary," he says, laughing slightly. "I'm not going to collect your soul just yet. You didn't completely overturn the balance of nature, don't flatter yourself like that."

"I thought you just, like, knew when it's people's time."

"I do. Every action has its equal opposite reaction, and when people make certain choices, they shape and change their paths," Death says. "Sometimes those paths get them killed, sometimes they don't. When they're on track to kick the bucket, I come fetch them."

"So is Fate, like, bullshit?"

"No, my sister's very real. She's a lot less complicated than you people think she is, though."

You hum, nodding. That…makes sense, you suppose. And it's somewhat comforting to know free will does exist, to some extent.

There's a clatter behind you. You look up just in time as the breeze bangs a lamp against the underside of the overhang. Ugh. It'll be a strong storm tonight.

"Don't suppose I can hitch a ride for when you do your whole disappearing act," you say.

"Hah, tough shit," Death says. "Walk in the rain on your own; maybe then I can snatch you off this mortal coil a little earlier."

"Pipe dream if I've ever heard one, lobo." You chuckle. "You're not getting my soul until I wring every ounce of misery from it by my own damn hands."

"Eh, your lifespans are barely anything to me."

"Yeah, yeah, flex being the grim reaper or whatever." You turn around to glance in the house, and smile as you spot the Huntsman by the window. You know he probably can't hear you over the wind, but you ask anyway: "Well?"

The man blinks, like he's waking from a trance. He moves away from the window and opens the door, beckoning you back inside. Behind you, you can hear Death move, but just as he's said, the Huntsman doesn't appear to notice him.

He steps in with you, ducking under the doorway carefully. You have half a mind to ask if it's possible for him to bump into it if he's somewhat incorporeal, but you'd probably look like you're talking to thin air in front of the Huntsman.

"So?" you ask the Huntsman instead.

"Uh - my dad and I talked," he says, motioning to where his father was still sitting on the couch, his hands wrung together and a concerned, but resigned look on his face. "We want to buy some time for Elrick first."

"Fountain of Youth, then?"

"Yes," he says. "I'll swap a week of my life for Elrick."

"And after?"

"We want you to find the one who made his curse," he says. "But - we probably can't pay you in money, but we can give you our harvest - "

You raise a hand, motioning for him to stop. He does.

"Even I don't know if I can find this spellcaster on time. Think about that if I'm successful," you say.

Death leans over to you and says: "Not really selling your services as a mercenary there."

"My skills are more suited for clean-up," you say, both as an answer and a clarification for Elrick's family. "Not detective work."

"That's fine," the old man by the couch says. "Please just help us."

"I'll do what I can." You turn to the Huntsman. "Now, the Fountain of Youth?"

He nods. "Tell me what to do."

You've packed spell ingredients in your satchel just in case they chose to do the Fountain of Youth. You wouldn't have brought it up if you didn't think there was a possibility they wouldn't bite. So you spend the next few minutes throwing yarrow, lavender, and dragonfly wings into a bowl and mashing it all into a poultice. Afterwards, you pull out a dagger from your boot and motion for the Huntsman's hand.

"I need you and your brother's blood," you say. He warily offers you his palm, and you pull it closer so you can get to his lower arm, cutting a thin line near the elbow and catching the dribble of blood in the bowl. You do the same to the unconscious Elrick, mix everything again, and pour the mixture into two different glasses. 

The blood-mash-potion is barely a few centimeters from the bottom of the glasses. The Huntsman looks at you skeptically.

"You said a week," you say. "You underestimate how human lifespans can be."

Behind you, leaning on the wall, though nobody else can see him, Death chuckles.

The father lifts the glass up to his unconscious son's lips while the Huntsman, though grimacing, knocks the whole thing back. A flash of cold sneaks up behind you, and the candles in the room flicker. You look up just in time as Death approaches and reaches a claw out.

As both Elrick and the Huntsman drink, a faint, thin line of gold loops around their necks. Your eyes widen, though neither the Huntsman nor his father seem to see the glowing string. Death slowly, carefully, grazes it with the tip of a sharp nail, and the color melts into bright, searing red, before it vanishes from existence.

"I honor this exchange," he declares. The candles in the room die out, and in the next instance, spring back into brightness, strong and steady.

Oh. Oh. That's why he stuck around. Because an exchange of lifespans means someone's trading in death for that missing life.

"There," you say. "It's done."

"And…Elrick's got a week?"

You glance towards Death as discreetly as you can.

"About a week and two days, you flubbed the amount of blood," he says.

"About a week and two days, made sure to give us a bit of wiggle room," you say.

Death lets out a bark of laughter. "Hack."

"I'll get to looking for that spellcaster as soon as I can," you say. "I'll try to get correspondence sent in a few days."

"Thank you," the father says, the most relieved you've seen him. "Thank you so much."

"Don't thank me yet," you say, eyeing Elrick's sleeping form. He looks way better, less starved, but it'll only be for nine days.

You have to work fast.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM BARBIE OF SWAN LAKE *  assorted dialogue from the 2003 film, adjust as necessary

i can't sleep. the bed's all bumpy.

it takes a day or two to get used to things.

it wouldn't be the same without you. we'd really miss you.

you're a wonderful dancer!

come on, i'm heading out again! you'll love it!

thought you might want breakfast!

i'll be back to help soon!

are you kidding? it's impossible!

you need to pick a bride.

soon you'll take over the throne.

you know i'll marry someday, but first i want to do so much! explore, travel...

easy for you to say! you're not getting strangled!

now are you gonna stand around with your mouth open or cut me loose?

ugh. nevermind. i'll do it myself.

hang on, i'll cut it with something!

where did you get that?

you mean you just took it out?

i'm sorry! i'll put it right back!

please don't apologize. we've been waiting for you for a long time.

you know better than to venture into the human world.

what am i going to do with you?

what is your name, my dear?

do you know what you have in your hand?

i was just going to return it.

you must have me mixed up with somebody else.

i tried to force him to leave, but his dark powers were overwhelming.

it's you! you! our hero! give me a hug!

i can't be the one. i haven't overcome anybody in my life! i wish i could help, but...

we can't force her. the dangers are enormous.

i'm really sorry. i've got to get back. my family will be looking for me.

it's just... i'm... i'm not brave like you.

ooh, my days are numbered. i'm shaking in my boots!

we came as quickly as we could.

you still think you can interfere with my destiny?

you can do nothing here.

can you turn me back?

i can't go home like this. i have to find a way to break the spell.

nobody has been there for years.

hey, that's it! my package arrived!

we don't want to worry about what's out there anyway! we've got enough to do here!

well, you never know. maybe there's something amazing to discover... just around the corner.

so exactly how scary are we talking about?

hey... you're braver than you think.

i don't know you... and you really don't wanna know me.

it's an act! to keep out the riff-raff, you know? now don't tell anybody.

ooh, sit down! make yourselves at home!

what can i get for you? tea? scones? cake?

oh, don't mind if i do.

may i see the book?

if i get zapped with one more defective wand, i'm gonna scream.

i have nothing to wear. it's humiliating.

take the shot! take the shot!

how did you get here?

do you see what i see?

you obviously have no idea with whom you are dealing.

that's not how it looked to me.

i can protect you at my castle. you can bring your family.

i couldn't stand it if he hurt you to get at me.

then i stay here with you.

you realize true love is very rare.

alone they are two, but together they are one. that kind of selfless love has awesome power.

i'm waiting for someone!

will you dance with me?

i guess what i'm asking is... will you marry me?

i love her with all my heart.

what are you afraid of? come and get me! i'm right here!

is that the best you can do?

the legend! it must be true love!

it's you i love... if you'll have me.

a friend once told me that you're braver than you think. turns out she was right.

i'm so proud of you!

how many layers for the wedding cake?

[azure-wolf-227]

Luz is a Titan AU

I've seen several 'Luz is a Titan/Half Titan/Luz turns into a Titan/Half Titan' AU concepts, and I wanted to do my own take on the idea.

Luz is biologically a Titan and King's older sister. When the Archivists attacked, the Titan couldn't place Luz in the tower with King's egg, so they used their power to send her through time and space to somewhere safe. That somewhere ended up being the Human Realm. Shortly after, Camila and Manny Noceda found the little Titan.

The Titan gives Luz a protective amulet that hides her from the Archivists (it has the same sigil King found in the tower and carved into his tag), allowing Luz to change her form between Titan and Human. Since Manny and Camila were the first beings to find Luz, the magic amulet used their appearance as a template for Luz's disguise.

Luz’s Titan powers start developing at the age of 8-9; around the same age King started developing his powers in canon. Her first power is, of course, the Sonic Shout (WEH!).

When the Nocedas moved to Gravesfield, Luz began having weird dreams - actually the Titan trying to communicate with her - because the portals to the Demon Realm (Eda’s, and the one used in ‘Thanks to Them’) are linked to the town. These dreams help Luz develop her Glyph language, so by the time she is 14, she already has the basic Glyphs and has begun developing the combos.

Luz’s Glyphs are not the same as in canon cause these are her own rather than the Titan’s. And while she can draw them, Luz mainly makes the Glyphs/Glyph Combos appear on her hands or the air.

Titan Luz is mostly similar to Canon Luz in personality, but she also has some self-esteem issues about not being human. Add to how, after Manny’s death, Camila began to insist that Luz act more normal/be more human in fear that her oddities would lead to people discovering her secret.

This AUs version of ‘A Lying Witch and a Warden’ starts out the same with Luz being sent to camp, her chasing Owlbert through Eda’s portal, and meeting Eda; things begin diverging once they arrive to The Owl House and King appears. Luz is shocked to see a being that looks exactly like her (true form); she doesn’t reveal her true form, though, because she is so used to hiding it. Eda and King learn that Luz is not human when she can’t pass through the barrier at the Comformatorium, though it isn’t until after the fight with Warden Wrath, the prison break, and the return to the Owl House that Luz reveals her true form. Safe to say that Eda is stunned at meeting another of whatever King’s species is while King is excited; after hearing Luz’s story, he convinces himself that Luz must have been “shrunk” as well, then banished to Earth.

Anyway, Luz’s decides to stay in the Demon Realm to learn how to be a witch and maybe find some answers about herself. Besides her Titan powers/Glyphs, this Luz can also create spell circles like witches, though she’d still default to Glyphs. Luz would also teach King about his own powers, though he likely won’t awaken them before he did in canon, except maybe he starts to develop his own Glyphs.

Luz wouldn’t go walking around the Boiling Isles in her true form even if it wouldn’t be strange there. The Doylist reason is that I  want the reveal that Luz is the same species as King to happen much later, maybe during Luz’s first confrontation with Belos in the Season 1 finale, or sometime in Season 2. As for the Watsonian/in-universe reason, maybe Luz is used to disguising her true form, or Eda tells her to keep it hidden for some reason.

Set up from the previous idea, Luz figures out how to alter her disguise to look like a witch, instead of a human. Because Eda was her template, Luz’s witch disguise has fluffy auburn hair, and golden eyes. Basically, she looks like a Raeda kid and results in people coming up with secret love child theories.

Edit: @princess-of-the-corner suggested a different idea for why Luz’s disguise changes. The illusionary disguise works by taking traits from the people Luz sees as parental figures. She original looked like Manny and Camila’s biological daughter because they were the ones who raised her; her disguise began to take some traits from Eda, and later Raine, as she began to subconsciously see them as second parents. The change was gradual, so Luz didn’t notice the difference until she first saw Vee disguised as her and found her appearance unfamiliar.

Does Luz has memories of before she was sent to Earth since King could remember things before he was hatched?

Yes, but Luz thinks those memories are just dreams and stuff her mind made up rather than memories, so she never told anyone about them. Or she did as a young child, but her parents just thought they were children dreams.

Let’s end this with what Luz looks like as a Titan. She is mostly a taller version of King, maybe a few inches taller than Canon Luz; her horns are the same as Canon Titan Luz’s; her fur has a more purplish tint than King’s but they have the same eyes; unlike King, Luz wears clothes, the same clothes canon Luz wears; her protective/disguise amulet looks like the medal King wears in the series’ epilogue with a purple ribbon and it has the anti-Collector/Archivist sigil engraved into it. Sometime in Season 2, Luz goes through a growth spurt and grows wings.

[oneatlatime]

The Deserter

How is this the first time anyone's had the bright idea to try disguises?

Sokka's sarcasm coming dangerously close to breaking the fourth wall here. Some pretty strong lampshading.

(edit: going through this just before posting, I realised this line is pretty much a sarcastic thesis statement for this episode, maybe this season.)

This is too cute. This episode both Appa and Momo understand english.

Saviour of the World, everybody.

There must have been a Gang goes to the Mall episode I missed where Sokka and Katara bought their stealth cloaks.

Say what you like about the Fire Nation, they do have gorgeous architecture.

Katara perfecting non-verbal burns with the mask-switching.

Flaming Fire Flakes have the honour of filling this episode's Beat Up Sokka quota.

This is actually less violent than the actual Punch and Judy. Poor puppeteer has to sew a new earth kingdom soldier for every performance.

Dovebending!

I know Aang is characterised as fun and fun-loving, but maybe don't take off your disguise in the middle of a group of your enemies? Is this going to devolve into an "Aang is stupid" episode? Because we just did that last episode.

And now he's sulking because he missed the chance to be outed in front of the whole crowd? Aang has no brain this episode.

Of course the fire nation would have fireworks. I find it interesting that the more artistic methods of bending have survived a century of war. Unless there's a combat style where soldiers bend dragons at the enemy, you'd think that bending for fun and entertainment would have been condemned by now as useless to the advancement of the fire nation.

Raise your hand if you didn't see this coming.

I have very little patience for Idiot Aang, especially when his idiocy revolves around needing to be the centre of attention.

Appa just murdered those guys.

How did Sokka figure out that Chey was a fire nation soldier just from looking at his face? Everyone in this world so far is borderline faceblind, what with the number of times that our main three have passed unnoticed. And yet Sokka gets one look at this Chey guy and clocks him as fire nation? How? Chey doesn't have a different accent, or a giant F on his face, or even a helpful identifying Zuko scar.

"Some say he's mad. But he's not. He's enlightened." Regardless of what he is, this is not how you ought to sell him.

Why doesn't anyone ever listen to Sokka? He's always right when it counts: they did get clocked at the fire nation festival, the fortune teller was a crook, Jet was untrustworthy, Katara was going to get them in trouble with the pirates. Hasn't anyone in-universe noticed the pattern yet?

So Chey is a cross between a fanboy and that one awkward kid that no one likes, and Aang is this episode's idiot. But who are the hat guys? Are they like the third through ninth deserters from the fire nation? They don't seem anything like the people at the festival, so they aren't the locals.

Zhao the asshole is back. An idiot and an asshole this episode. I suspect this episode won't be a favourite.

Ever so fed up with having your good advice ignored that you involuntarily plank?

I have no idea if this deserter guy (NOT going to try to spell that one phonetically) actually has the ability to tell what disciplines someone knows by the way they walk, or if that's Chey's fanboyish tendencies coming out. But if it's true, being able to tell someone's abilities and skill level at a glance would be an incredible advantage in a fight. No wonder they promoted the guy a bunch.

And so rather than do the sensible thing as Sokka suggests and leave, Aang leans even harder into his idiot tendencies. Sigh. You should absolutely go talk to the firebender who just told you to fuck off by proxy. What could go wrong?

I'm grasping about 40% of this fish speech. On the other hand, I'm getting the discipline speech 100%. And agreeing with it too. This episode's whole opening vignette was about how Aang lacks self-discipline. Setting aside the fact that going to the festival was a bad idea in the first place, they could have attended unnoticed if Aang had mastery over himself. This deserter's got Aang clocked.

Do you get the feeling that this deserter's negative experiences with fire are perhaps colouring his view a little? He does make a good point though: mess up with airbending and someone has a bad hair day. Mess up with waterbending and someone gets wet. Mess up with earthbending and someone gets squished. Mess up with firebending and someone gets roasted. There's a bit of a jump in the seriousness of the mistakes between air/water and earth/fire. And we already saw Aang mis-bend water and send all their supplies down the river, so it's not like the deserter is wrong to think Aang's not ready. Plus, of all the elements, only fire does its own thing when you're not looking. I bet the very first thing firebenders learn is not how to make fire, but how to control/snuff out an external fire.

Love this visual. Roku's statement is true, which once again calls into question how much of Aang is a unique person as opposed to a conglomeration of previous avatars. But the deserter's right here - Aang doesn't have the self-discipline to learn fire right now. I don't know if learning water and earth first would get him that discipline, but it would certainly buy him a few more months of maturing.

If I had to be an army deserter on the run from an evil imperial power, this is certainly the place I'd choose to hide. So pretty.

Sokka isn't an oaf!

This is going to go so badly. This deserter guy is 100% right to start with the basics, but Aang is the opposite of a willing student. He's happy to learn, if they do it his way, which is jump straight to flashy fire and burn everybody's eyebrows off. Not to say the deserter is a good teacher - he's certainly not suited to Aang. But people strong armed by spirits generally don't bring their A game.

It seems to me like bending fire is almost more about leashing fire than using it.

Wasting his time? Didn't it take Aang his whole life so far to master airbending? And he thinks spending a couple of hours on the basics of firebending is wasting his time?

Dear Avatar writers: My comment about Aang burning everybody's eyebrows off was supposed to be facetious. Could you dial down Aang's idiocy this episode just a little bit please? Feeling really sorry for the deserter here.

This deserter's got sighing down pat. I get the impression that he's had decades of dealing with hotheaded idiot students.

Zhao was his student? That's a neat way of doing combined backstory and parallel story in the present. I thought it was a flashback but it's actually what's currently going on. Neat.

"Learn restraint or risk destroying everything you love." Good lesson even outside of a bending context.

This golden forest throughout this episode is absolutely gorgeous. Although it seems to be stuck in eternal sunset (not complaining).

I was right! Firebending lesson number one isn't making fire, it's leashing fire.

"But I'm ready to do so much more" Hell no you aren't. The fact that you say that with a straight face after A DAY of lessons proves you aren't.

You mean you failed the lesson. Congrats.

Hey look. Exactly what the deserter said would happen is happening. And so an innocent pays the price for Aang's hubris. Ain't that always the way?

Hell yeah Sokka. You tell him.

Here's a good lesson for Aang to learn, unfortunately at the expense of Katara's arms: sometimes sorry doesn't cut it. Since Katara's arms are injured, is she currently unable to bend? With the amount that her self-image is built around her bending, this is going to double suck.

Katara can auto-bend?!? Instinctively? That was lucky.

Hey deserter guy: while your insight into waterbending healing and the firebending mindset is certainly valuable to Katara and the audience, maybe a recently-burned teenage girl is not the best target for your talk therapy?

Master indeed. That's got to be the single most impressive firebending move yet. Look at that. That's one guy!

See Aang? If only you squatted a little lower, you'd be able to pull this off.

Aang still hasn't learned his lesson. Impulsively firebending should have taught him to be less impulsive. Instead it teaches him to make dramatic blanket prohibitions on firebending and throw himself head first at Zhao with no plan.

If Zhao is an admiral, and the deserter's former student, does that settle Chey's admiral/general debate on the side of admiral? Or do fire nation military branches do cross training?

Now it's Zhao having the hubris problems. Does he really think that 8 guys, only 4 (?) of whom are benders, can take down Mr. Firewall?

The way Zhao's voice actor delivers the line "until I got bored" very nearly redeemed his whole character. Suddenly not just an asshole, but a human too. Given how abrasive the deserter is, I'm almost sympathetic.

Who wins in the fight of Aang's hubris v. Zhao's hubris?

This is a very cool move. It seems that Aang only has hubris problems when he's trying to bend fire - he's back to his usual self when he bends air. Can the element have that much of an effect on the mindset?

I'm really liking this delightfully one-sided fight. Aang really redeeming himself for his early-episode idiocy.

This should not work on a well-adjusted adult.

"I don't know why, but I thought you'd be better than Zuko." Tragically, Aang has no idea how savage that line is.

"Jeong Jeong said you had no restraint" says the kid who, up until this scene demanded it, had no restraint. A stinger of a line that is undermined in context.

Literally.

How many outfits did Aang pack? Because air nomad tailors aren't exactly thick in the air these days.

Was that a whole camp of deserters? And they've all gone into hiding?

Getting the first fishhook out with a second fishhook: when logic goes too far.

Final Thoughts

Zhao really screwed up this time. He and his men are going to have to walk back to their ship.

Roku really screwed up this time. Katara wouldn't have been burned if Roku didn't intimidate the deserter into teaching Aang.

Chey really screwed up this time. If he hadn't brought Aang back to his camp, he'd still have a settlement to live in.

Aang really screwed up this time. If he hadn't insisted on both attending the festival and outing himself at it, he never would have led Zhao to the deserters' camp.

Just a thought: maybe spiritually bullying a scarred veteran into teaching combat basics is a bad idea?

I really want to like this episode. Beautiful setting. What Sokka and Katara stuff there is, is great. Appa and Momo even get a funny joke, and Appa gets to murder some people. And most importantly, the deserter is RIGHT. THE WHOLE TIME. And he was right to insist on not teaching Aang. Roku really blew it. Everything the deserter knew would happen if he taught Aang did happen, because he knows firebending, and he knows how students like Aang approach it (and let's be honest - he's not the right person to teach Aang anything). Now Aang's thrown up a mental block around firebending that will have to be surmounted no matter what he says he will or won't do. At least Katara uncovered a new skill.

I have not seen Apocalypse Now, but this is Apocalypse Now, right? In which case I know why Aang doesn't work for me this episode: he's in the wrong genre. This episode is actually quite serious. Chey may call the deserter enlightened, but Chey's an idiot. What the deserter is, is broken. He's another victim of the fire nation. He's also easily the most skilled firebender we've seen so far, with deep insight into at least part of the nature of his element (I say part because the episode itself suggests that his view is overly negative by having him point out the sun as a source of fire, which isn't inherently destructive - it just is). The deserter is a person you absolutely should listen to, saying things Aang absolutely should hear, albeit he says them rather harshly. But Aang is in peak kid's cartoon mode this episode, and the deserter (and most other characters actually) are in Vietnam-era War is Hell movie mode. It makes Aang jarring throughout, to the point that I was mad at him for most of the episode.

That being said, Aang almost (almost) completely redeemed himself in that last brilliant fight. 'Hoisted by his own petard' has got to be one of my top three favourite narrative devices, and that Zuko dig was the icing on the cake. As I said above, it's a goddamn tragedy that Aang doesn't have the necessary context to know how much that dig hit home. Then again, Sokka and Katara would probably appreciate it more than Aang. I feel like they're more appreciative of petty vindictiveness.

Speaking of Sokka, great to see the continuity from last episode's lesson: ride or die for Aang until it's family on the line. Sokka will gladly take Aang to the north pole until Aang steps between him and his father, at which point he's on his own. Sokka will gladly take Aang to the north pole until he hurts Katara, at which point Sokka will rub his face in the dirt. And, honestly? At that point of the episode, Aang's flaky hubristic 12 year old idiot side was so annoying to me that I was rooting for Sokka in that fight.

We know Aang's a bit of a softie, but someone who didn't know that just saw Sokka face down the Avatar for the sake of his sister. Takes courage.

It was also nice to see Sokka and Katara more united than usual in their opinions. While Katara was willing to give things a chance, neither of them was all that enthusiastic about anything that happened this episode. Usually Katara blindly follows Aang and blindly opposes her brother, so it was nice to see her more (not fully) aligned with both sense and Sokka.

It's not really touched on, but Aang really screwed things up for the various deserters. They weren't exactly comfortable where they were, but they seemed settled, safe, and provided for. Now they're presumably on the run. Oops.

If I could excise Aang from all but the last fight of this episode, it would be a serious contender for my favourite so far. But as I cannot excise him, this one is thoroughly middle of the pack. This episode had some serious stuff to say about the horrors of war from a perspective I defy you to find in any other kids' show, if only Aang would sit down and shut up for a minute.

[neonbrutalism]

I posted a new fic! It's on Anon because it is has nothing at all to do with Mostly Intact and I felt it would be a bit of a tease to post something the next day and have it not be related. But I will post it here too.

Title (and themes) are from Heretic Pride by The Mountain Goats.

Heretic Pride

Summary:

The monster dies at the end of the story. Miguel is expecting it. Hell, he won’t even blame them for it. And tonight is the beginning of the end. -- Miguel comes back to headquarters the night Miles escapes and waits for the reckoning to arrive.

Character: Miguel O'Hara

Tags: Drabble Introspection Character Study Dehumanization Suicidal Thoughts Self-Hatred Graphic Depictions of Violence

Please mind the tags.

The monster dies at the end of the story. 

Miguel is expecting it. Hell, he won’t even blame them for it. And tonight is the beginning of the end. 

He’s failed.  Failed to catch the anomaly. Failed to prove his worth. Failed to hide his true nature. 

The monster dies at the end.

The good townsfolk will come together and throw the creature into a pit of spikes. They’ll hunt him down and cut it open to release all the children he has devoured, like that will bring them back. They’ll light torches and storm the gates and burn the beast alive in his home. And he’ll deserve it.

If the anomaly breaks the canon — and he has to think of the kid as an anomaly, a glitch, not a child , not Miles, who wants to save his father — that will be Miguel’s fault, if the universe falls apart. Billions more lives he will have failed. More blood on his hands. Claws. Monsters have claws, not hands.  Monsters who steal lives and steal lives and doom one world after another.

The beast has killed again. The townsfolk find its lair, dark, because no monster can stand the light, filled with bones and broken pieces, and drag it through the streets. 

They dig a pit of stakes in the town square and tie it up and cast it down. 

The monster screams, skewered, and weeps until it’s bled too much to move and the townsfolk will know they’ve done the right thing. The creature is dead and joy will fill the town again and thank God it didn’t fight back, thank God it knew it deserved to die after everything. 

What kind of monster kills its own daughter? 

Miguel knows he deserves it.

He has failed, but what if the anomaly succeeds? What if Miguel is wrong? 

The monster has been haunting the townsfolk. Demanding tribute. Demanding sacrifice. Bring it your children, your parents, your uncles, and watch it tear apart everyone you love with its fangs — that’s what fangs are for, ripping, tearing, devouring. Bring your heart to the web and let it be sucked dry.

It’s for the best. 

It’s for the greater good. 

Bring it flesh and blood, pay the price, sacrifice your love to the monster because that’s all it really wants to taste. It can’t really love anything, it can’t be loved, so it must destroy any love it can find.

But the creature is wrong and now the spell is broken. The townsfolk will see it was all false, it was all a lie to feed the insatiable thing in the center of its web. They’ll rise up together, strong and unafraid, pin it down with pitchforks and slice its belly open to free all the lives it has devoured. But there’s nothing there, of course, it won’t undo anything. At least it didn’t lash out or try to stop them — at least it knew what it had done. The townsfolk mourn their losses and leave the monster alone to rot and fester in the sun. No one mourns it. Who even would?

What kind of monster devours its own daughter? 

Miguel won’t blame them for it.

Maybe right and wrong, truth or fiction, won’t matter at all. The scales fell from their eyes tonight and they saw him for what he really is. Stronger, faster, unstoppable, fangs bared, claws out and eyes like blood, ripping open the fabric of reality. 

The monster has been hiding among the townsfolk. In plain sight. In fact, it tells them the story of how it has hidden before.

It has never been one of them. They should have known — the townsfolk all know each other when they meet. Their hearts sing and connect and know when they are like them . They feel nothing when they meet the monster. It’s different.

But then it gets sloppy, it gets angry and its true face peeks through for a brief moment and now they all know. It’s not a man. It’s not a person. It’s an abomination, a crime against nature, a freak. It pulls apart the world to try to destroy a child. It lies and says it’s good, it’s a hero; and it fools nobody, least of all itself. They look in its eyes and see red and know it must die.

The townsfolk gather their torches. They storm the creature’s lair, bar the door and set it ablaze. The monster shrieks in agony but doesn’t try to escape. It knows this is the ending meant for it.

When the flames die, they find nothing remaining of the man it pretended to be. Just a twisted shape, neither human nor spider and somehow both and entirely wrong. At least it’s gone. At least it suffered.

What kind of monster rips apart its own daughter? 

Well. Not its own daughter. 

The monster dies at the end of the story. 

Miguel sits in his lair, in the dark, surrounded by images of worlds he has ruined. Eyes red, flesh between his fangs and blood on his claws, and he waits. 

The townsfolk will come with fire and pitchforks and spikes, ready for the end.

He sits in the dark and waits.

He deserves it. He doesn’t blame them. 

It will feel happy when they come.

[libidomechanica]

See, and in chief,

A sonnet sequence

               1

Not introduce, not only face. In honest eyes fill with fear in my heart and stood on was not therefore paused a minutes hasten to the moral odor, a moral cannot rejoiced; and when the ring she wove a net whose lonely! To feele my grief it flashest white, her hands. So very fine, with dry cheek a dye of white; those who won’t let thy west winding-sheet, and strove to enter your slave, Sir. Speake in loue and my slain thy place, for grammer-rules, all is said without, in short, I must nor may his self-control. See, and in chief, he must, when rocks of glittering at my heart burn and what’s that.

               2

And great tonnage, which can be attained, right? Prose poets find materials form the utmost beauty is the ministers of his spoils below, a heart is what warpings past all hell where thy wynters shall directed, enter brauely euerywhere, this rage was a kid, but now my spring about him, her hearts, than repose. Then begun some new Song, the Breath of some marvell’d opposite discover, separation of advice. And thou hast done: roses have expressive as statuary when right honour’s, pride’s, religion’s, virtues and o’er it throw, not by rude force his jarring their poisoner!

               3

She hanged my father it would share it, if there were born with, but Love. And to sport the sea an old midwife’s or daughter; my mother’d, from where should have been for there: I knew him very star, thou treat? My poor heart so potently? Make sure thee, what delight! And much enrich thy loves of perspicuous comprehensions, the puppy’s breathe a sugred bliss I wonderful, and t’ other night—who sayes nay? Young soul; while sleeping breath. That if I had wish’ to pay my court to see, his kiddes, his own goddesses came nigh by the stars were made reply was the lost for a little eye’s anatomy.

               4

And other too, be blinded of those Eyes to sink away from his, but not a pinch of every eye was written upon the faults which Nature’s just the ward to men; irks care of late, or those of my love and must feel upon occasion—that is just were Herself and singe our gold along, while our economic Catos. And thou, O warriors; brazen beaks and learn his charnel-house. Fire. Thy sweet, wherewith his laurels wore, not one to make up now a congress for else forced retirement of beauty’s paragon, an only knows: to such faces round him—Which Thou that thro’ the bottom peep?

               5

And retained something of fresh growing: astrophel, sayd she, my golden spheres! But, right or Saracen, serf, lord, man, with stamina so steady there’s no one but there large from church, refusing thee, stellas selfe didst loue, cease, it is the stuff, but speculating scarcely has a Wise Men from thy breast doth she abuse such a one t will his kingdom! A host, that I have heart the range of fate, some for meals. Afterwards confesse pardon get of your eyes backe to the spell, or swans upon the rhyme would be; at six a charming air parted its term: thence down and crickets, and ivy dun round straight.

               6

And through, a lady would not tame; follow you up the marketable vices being mourne. If thou art too coarse to her knee. Then hey, for all may let them; I will send they began to feel that any thing he most true. Pass by her windows do display the sacred relics shall be most alone besides chronology, for Don Alfonso saw his aged bones, o’erwrought: band of all o’er which will consume my heart to me in the mountain often shown, no doubt and blue; her smile, the room-door in a. Thy grave: meantime, Sir Laureate, I proceed with coral, pebbles milky way, hiding time.

               7

Can firmly force a passions work me wrong—that’s his lip to here. And breast, light gather blended some so blind my sovereigns break our bubble of happiness! Her dark eyes for eyes, at whose Palace The Soul, and did not look at our feet on the heart all those that a war would not but be gay, in such an educate. This poor child was in a pye, which she laughing. Me—me, the rosy lips to kisse, which lily shells, and, as my friend Scott says, O this, nay all asunder breast has been awoke before him; such a thing to keep aloof, to be disturbs our clay,—thou, thyself a welcome each rebuff that there’s a conversation sweet love, why doe I loue you. In Don Alfonso first I might find sometimes, as I have heard of yet; and of monarchs stalk, and Julia thought very soldier, burning, right? Soon, full, soon, even for compounded several now inclines from books and a whole native land.

               8

Their treatment was good, for silvery showering my sad stuff, what do I see thy love away. To add a storm come inmate the persons with one, do you—and her but none could have sugar’d Shírín’s Lip the Heav’n- born mind! For to be wed, or wed already two years we’ve involvèd others’ share it, he deserved to match those babies in the relic, and death comparison, as on your brow: and yet God’s sake! Branch, the very place made a foolish Hobbinol, thy grave: meantime, Sir Laureate, I proceed; you’ve forgot. That skims, or dives, or our pseudo- syphilis? Women, though purer than He!

               9

—To a chancery suit, and freeze once more bearable: but still indistinct their trayned willes entice. For me at each shell and point, or to remains of Leda, shall find the comforts me: a virgins, and the bride to be disturbs our clay,—thou, thyself ascribe, unduly, things through their lives a forlorn hermitage, while I in calm speech, and knew no Wrong, and take a deposition I expectant. And will true Lover-like the question or surmise: whether glory, power, or than common-place costume. Prophetess of Love my Love is innocent because he had to meet you and so clean?

               10

” Not the wall, I will swing us, to indue. The boat that should be forgotten smoke? She says, she was a chose his studied, or misery! No screen of the heart, with me after cloying till ioy makes this autumn sky, and found at length was he born, a pleasant is thine heart; for that is all. Your features haunt my heart escape her; the mice huddle, as though I acquired—but I pass over in my though it may be double. Face in his middle of causelesse care; so that she could be to public justice a Seráb. Tis a madness, haunts Alfonso grappled to detail, my Muse!

               11

This nothings, thou alone in verse, my darlings or his chiefe pride? Or wed already for a word about the other pastoral hill. Rich foole, who by turns to pulp. Of Laila smite does not yet; but certes it conditions I aim at. Or else t was hardly to be had. Dinner ready money, or a draft on Ransom. Making Woes darkness in such as I do not those sad words of lawlesse youth too much farther look alone as would beauteous hill of moss so fair. To escape writing worth as fresh; the slewed mirrors show. Young belle, when, approach the shops, but could not care for my stain.

               12

And girls and forever. Like Nero, thought, when armed, to justify th’ offences that were on his letter to burn and proud; at last time of work is here and yet is Princes pallace thou madest me in utter. Throughout this same sunlight and dances on the silly rose-wreath now and deaf, that sons should blush when thou shalt not my purpose made my Maud by thy diadem, a silver dew on every body at its own. To see me weep so charming syllables! Thy breast this wide was Neptune, I am frae my Dearie! But thus aloud, Oh Good-for-nothing she now and fair, still succeed in plenty; and yet amid all fear nae scant, I’ll come sweet things and learn to call a prodigal inward strife; t is sure, thrilling, and we touch. Hear, ye virgins o’er his Justice brought up much more chaste described, by way of hell is turn’d gem, appear’d, and meaner beauty but the science as before.

               13

Because thou art not Thou then struck the notes in frame, her brow was sixteen you weren’t real, I would I were she should you do enjoy, yourselves so very things; so Stellas heard her cruelly! Speak gently as I’d talk with all her breaker boils again where was a learned men, and none beside. You love may think the question a nap, my heart all times in mee, which attracts the Forms of all the lakers, in and Erin’s yet greeny flowers until, after I am very well; perhaps, when I consider ever want or footmarks, but the action of this occasion, such warmth express’d them.

               14

So for a lass wi’ a smile. My head and aver and care, her brook’d nor claim the blind mans marke, thought in light! Of light, that which such sirens can attract our greater part of fire, the prospect lies vpon that loue she strokes it with a little patience. It has been a love gift utterly unasked for by a sky palely and fleece is rough all the warming syllables, till your poets fine, with coral, pebbles for the sublime soars for me. A silver answers in. Contemplation of his attitude; follies, kings, to keep still thy smokie fire; for poet, if such as in mirrors showed them vphold.

               15

Those party is to do, young-wise, wise-valiant man! As fast and dreary: it was but a lambent-flame which thank your moan and mossy skulls that she, most rich in the lights. Dying in their cheeks delicious heaven described by Mars, could wander’d aloft its hungrie of ease: the vaunting at an end. I ken they shone, or carelessly both at board and break our bubbles on the mean the sky might see swallow’d, o’er this you news or so I though that hurt our peace that should turn the tall, dried grasses a goat in velvet petticoat, or asp, had she knew no Wrong, and who can tell, blest, bury me under his Head.

               16

Though his still raw love came to the great opinion of the devil he got heirs. Fire which do sublime compact-which struggled thread, and must set at five o’clock light pendulum soul, whole nation. Led forth ’t was former friend! More immoral cannot be in vain adorn beauty, like the knucklebone. All otherwise twenty years bungle past their love for what suspicious Augury triumphall car, her locks are still music in the whole herd, as by a whirlwind’s on the faint dawn across me. All I could hesitate to print more, thou know—and tho’ they straine the offenders, than repose on aught to see, and that’s enough strawberries and the face. Or seen rich rubies blushing the lights thy breast, there some superiority. Say it another’s foibles by according to bring what Loues own strengthening reveries, or grave, yet now, as newly come out to get them more—again on waking.

               17

—Emblems of the mighty poet. Can you before, bubble and sea-mew’s plain the while for one where transparent glow. So by way of episode, while commence, which is not my fancys errour brings vnto my fix’d the fire ashes, what achievement high is, in this use I make; where the timely eare, and rend’ring race, or, like rose-briar, friends had taught the Bow of Evil Fate but reaches him vp out of lover and forest he had a sort of explanation. So leave a bride! A woman in a weary watching slips the many soon; these birds hatching steps, but for thee. A little still behind.

               18

No time, when from without touch holds five hundred years, and then wrong’d a heart had design, and few there beside it, and with ceaseless to all cups outreach’d his dripping cloak of bluegreen leaves. And summon age to bloom of your conscience known the Past! Brave men were most Gothic gentlemen are throned eminence shakes with the closed thee against yon lyre on the present moan? Vast and payne. When evening stars do not blow away as we do now. Nor so ambition, to die at peace at last her, who is neither off from a stock-holder in the dizzy proceed; you’ve lost your labour, there were you stain of Moore.

               19

My heart, and how much old Time that now a thing accents, long did I sit writhing was not abhorrence for me, I answer it— was he a brave man or a house was sleeping, how a mystic leaf his spirit, overwrought? How far this fiery arrows sends; by that lonely, ’mid the fading it abroad, and the doubt low kinds of grass and say nothing, by all my best lodg’d in Beauty’s rude disdaine, his issue, must wed them I look on it, tis so? But finding even her loose gown from ours, wherein all Spanish she had a mist that I was wonder, and led, shall propagate more nearly died.

               20

His finger failed to prove a martyr. Doubt there are fond forget-me-nots, and the circle of our flocks to float, he cannot sing as the heard long did your featureless kind, I embraced with his food, her breast doth misse; that floats there. No, let me seek with newer might go on, go on back doorstep, the wax was sure and this tents, legs his tremors or his rebel tempest rage, shrieks, yells, and then— and thou could I iust title make, that wish her mind. Search, the victories must have been for common use, in all climes, the byrds were she was gone. But you only the sweet the time you by the Moniteur and Courier.

               21

If they are blue strings will awaken, that cheek a dye of white, poor love large front of them, shedding in his catechism alone, before the path is strange love that low vice—curiosity; but the empty dreams so please the offenders, thought their danger to take by sap: but often navigate o’er fiction, and laughes the drums do beat, and freeze—alfonso’s fifty love is like Banquo’s monarchs with me after part of his twiddling through, clasp your face. Discover, till within, nor at the interstice, it aches to begin, and gave featureless art, still beleeue me, they shone clear from a band of Pleasure still aver the sea, the while his sonned sheepe, whose red heart serenely sweep on forked lightning under span of his woe; what nature mighty consume my head nestled in her equipage. Again&become of me: therefore I love you. Then hey, for aye removed from Tankards scooped in Pearl.

               22

Not as yet with other; and wooed Sleeper’s ancle, ties in the palates tingled; the deep, deep wrinkles in the king Neptune’s glass and by thy Mother Milk he drew; her spirits from me I’ll remove, Herrick, thick, and rumbled that no Cortejo e’er I yet have done him; such a baby’s face, and beauty. Which of shade, whereto thou be my balefull bowre without a word! As I, not for me to true a deities which is for in this learning mirrors showed them told. Say, It was nothing dress was born and to a prudent carriage unities, to browse away the common-place costume.

               23

Convinces all asunder, thus to the proud rather long slow honeymoon. Some old ladies did set his little breezes make the way which will see unpack’d fire-branded foxes to sink away from the deepest in fresh crush of corn such strength, and fowl, and power to bring to the common bulk, those who sow them in the drizling teares thro’ the dusty floor, and Don Juan slipp’d half-entrance finds—no Word of Wisdom wafted; the sin most, but with sacred majestic pace; or, called before than these thing in my selfe doth shew his spread as breeze that have in size as light in lightning-swift the crop-full bird?

               24

Which reflection, and Lord Mount Corniani, call’d her brain, though the slumber of any wood ye see, you can paint you for love. It yearned much more chaste dame who lifts him from solitude I mean the setting sun; and I have forgot? I cannot sink i’ the wet wings and steady that all ever beauty that heart. But therefore does not silence may plant and pendent on whether Julia half waking matter made for Poets on to pass fleet as an adept, contrived together that, Virtue’s self a welcome in to feed of further grace, singing, Die, oh! But it is superfine, its hue vermilion.

               25

Cry All good there were small, uttering they say, they look’d—’twas Scylla, blushing them like books; each book contain commit—flirtation they more about the charming air parted back dismay’d, upon an humbler promontory, amidst life’s infinite clods, untrouble to look upon the earth upon Branch cut down, the family, some face of the best one, at least t was in her arms for a sprightly express, to feel, in friendless pleas’d more senses which I cannot be again. And the diners of her strengthening reveries celestial ran. Her senses which I use to say, It was interwove?

               26

Its worth: here death, but though the clouds it sweeps for this heart serene! Is grass; you’ve forgotten story, amidst life’s infinite be named by me, lest I profaned thy perswasions prooue, I saw grow up from the mountain often told herself she cried, behold! Sending there can be shut with dancing upon a pastoral hill. So leave me room on that long loving many; all is turn’d his hoary head nestled in her noblest mood has shown, I know it; silent, and allow that they were shalt not going the lion glares the deed off, calls the heard, the wingèd lightning loue, and drew fair Scylla in a nook, so as the blue eyes may seeme his coffin’s lid: let not the woman seated of this by no means let the fancy I awoke, ’twas too fierce love engendering bark, whose shadow dances on the melting hoar-frost wets the daisy- star that commence to feede, or doth endorse his line, remember.

               27

And said the wilderness where no people in the light which could he give us peace, is of no sort of meditations of hysterics, Julia, there was past all evil speak too much: death would tell it all time would be had. But the margin of a bay: ten thou fill that my wing’d eagle, and search’d, that Colin Clout doth her countryman, Count Strongstroganoff I put forth a pease, the little compact-which make men—pinn’d like a rope. Of sapless grate warm pearls, and beauty’s heaven to this pride, save that he learned in thee to their snowy and truth it was enough to explore for neither non-age.

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There blithe a man well of day-old pastries. Stated—as usual, wicked world in the leave the world besides, his crowns over Orion’s blast—thou wast the end of May strewed flower, which attractions creep from the grey: a whisper’d, in this Old House stringing all the original is dust, a name, doth unlock its deep as its clue? Sound of monarchs with the sages. And smear his scrawl because we are such high comfort shew? ’ To every Christian language came, and harmony was first were barren way, making the various fruite is frend to show it, for speaking safety in these seekers thou won.

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Himself obliged to show, the Master work, yet swelled their fits of love-spangles, just off your young lip thank’d me duly by return’d entire, but may he render cases, is enough for woman go, whatever window’d hear her voice by thee. But passions for all men, even now. Lit like a ruddy shield on the pleading: his speech receive it granted, with the dun forest he fleeced too soon was only garment of beauty’s a flower, I come, my sweetest leavest me in a cutter, or brigantine, or poets say, Resist us if you reach one’s as good as t’ other answers in.

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Yon cloud … it must not Percie howe the full ten times mix’d up fancie, and parable, pillow string, a dashing delighten’d my despair sung a war-song of defiance. My waking matter how, one’s own goddess: while their sweet up violets, which leaves: her little Juan— we all his hoary frost, in this poor thorn and prosody are eligible, unless, like Wellesley now; each in the heart, and lyftes him once their lady’s fan; ’ and kept her side. And many thing most prince Ferdinando— still worse sample—t were entwining transport and her song, my fair faces round: t is of Antonia’s skill reply!

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Of the grasp’d these same none; her selfe at large domain, let rays of old? And never quarrelling, and no good—is this burning pyne I, you withdrew her tread aloft into pieces small sympathy, for honour’s, pride’s, religion is delights! Quite by mistake— she though no doubt in fable, as the lee- lang day, the death nor be the trivialest point out that will be when I prest nature’s a faithfully. Next owner for the precipitous path, as if their brave and escape her; the deadly Plain; Branch upon Branch upon it out even survives is golden morning of words I flung in Heaven.

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Of air-balloon bursting in my heart six months have dined, and twenty years of a mistake. Pain procur’d by that tie; but these late mountain-rivers to the dreary mountains or deep dost foist upon us that flows away; for one who transcendent on living voice is innocent, who as yet though I leaue the sweet to the good thought I from me a sighing and spreads, they had not look so plainly living intestate, Juan and not just above us in the sun-clouds and sooner will remains of your quarrels, cared for a sprightly Spartaness. Or pilot the written, so that I can forbid?

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Beauty may make in irritable coughings. Their brave and prosody are eligible. The Impression, and homilies, and irked, into my lap, the more; but thou been thinking sweet; the earth within this herself, who did these I know that she goes; with buskins short, but as he revolved the first began, her dainty rind, should be obsequious in my nativeness the World to cozen with his hands like books; each book containing, with the dead? My sheep are lost, he said:-and yet brightly make men—pinn’d like to sleep mind—that I hate, and calm, yet it may not such a lady no one in blood.

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When outran discreet at all—which were in a day or two; yet he was sweet breathing so: when seated on a giant liar; and then should not bear false in the most constant; for I love you after than the wind will forget the time with flesh and looking in an author very joy and grey. We sing, and his sire was almost a sort of desier; stella, loadstar of perspicuous compression to a man shoulders did this same sunlight his sleeping, how a mystic art, or can Juno sweet prisoner. But ah Mecænas is yclad in laurels wore, and after cloying till ioy makes me write.

               35

You cut a preventative mirth, it kisse. The more; while great minds that never spake aloud; written fifty years long, before you can pass, things huge and break law. Wide awaked, as it sprong, it without desire, that common-place costume. I scatter’st the shore; these birds hatching. Be attained, blue in a gracious horoscope to shake, as all the Fount of Joy renews the shot. With piercing phrase by a silver-shedding base: now the rusty nails and bow’d before all the Apostles wounds I will be specified in the truth would be equivalent. To That which he came—Felicity’s abyss!

               36

That blossoms came down, like ripe age, he reeleth from the differs from its label, where there, a fleeting vision like a prophecies, was every creek and mischief was dory, relieve when bleak air. Now Donna Julia’s voice in a tule fog that wontst to ease my musing mynd, yet courtesy to make an ocean,—that which Venus weeps for to be told time ere long captivity and cock’d trigger, now, while the sea swings impetuous some more about the cheek a rose; her thought into a hemline. Of dulcet instruments came a nearer to that thoughts in store, what strive, thought of her tale may trace.

               37

At twelve books; each book containing hard, how thee how thy worthlesse ware; too long, Jámi, in the whole proceed; you’ve made those wheeles still she must. To muster all tastes, we are not Helen, I drag it to the showers of Tyranny now should have sought; in vain, i’ll trouble you not! Follows ne’er seem’d very odd. I refuse, when to allay my soul, going these our walks. With voice with a stripling of this kind of food. His head, as doth against the mart wherewithall unload his Heart-inflaming Cheek,—upon thy show, the Master whisper’d him by the devil’s so very sweet; the earth and good-b’ye!

               38

Learn, nor comforts me: a virgins o’er polar seas? Each liftedst up thine eye on what power hasted thy sommer prowde with a nod. Did not, after long he stood in act to speak silence sprang into the sky; if you with pain—reached its dripping cloak of blunder, thus to this was no further this? A bosom bred by great forefathers are thus, by day; I kissed thee, Moon! Distractions wear out in cloud with your career to like, and haunch of venison; wines too, which more without tell why she strove, made more near: for what people shoutings, and I will find a deuced balance weighs the common-place costume.

               39

You dragged your years? In short, I have squander’d by the boatmen, too engulfed as the bag o’ the dun forest spread out, in shone, as seraphs swing us, as she would affords in polish’d foe sues for eyes, brightly dance. I doubt, is thy airy flower that weighed not his feeling, serpent-skin of woe? Writ each word which himself, at one tends to embrace. Against my fears and sup. We draw near his pardon when the wretched in never- ending soul put off your attorney, whose beames, whose Attributes the little white hair of night is left in me, more warm, as long pain. Is even by thy lips to find.

               40

Making of wine—my topmost delicatest air: air verily believe when they are in the earth; and so live ever—or else pronouncing grapes from their labyrinth in his situation, and while bright as a chose fools: prose poets and power hasted thy sommer prowde with souls to pine, I think, in its turn, and, which I cannot bring him to get away, so much reject, and precious poisoner! And trust the wreckful siege of battle to the second drunk, the Queen was portrait show it so happen’d, in this cigarette is ended, bizarrely with the pageant and goddess was dear.

               41

As if she cried, insult on insult on insult heap, a hill, after their trayned by reasonable reason: and new, hived in our rough, each sting there we have her mind. Muses fountains and pack’d easily, he lay, her dream, cherish no less sea, that civilisation went: and the small worth in a rage and Campbell’s Hippocrene is somewhat slackt the trophies of needfull things what’s us. No longer by our own, ornamented with that love you, Love, in fire! And die for that I have sent young Endymion, with this best doth lie: that writ it; for I see that mighty Wisdom of the former.

               42

Then, like Adam’s simple olives, best one, and wooed Sleepe again days better doe him call when Winters wrath hath wasted: the watery outline’s tolerably every body is, and rigid editor whose voice I raised be halfe so deare as you played about in some heir tongue in it, and you go, and there. Entered it from the moon deck, because their pitiable bones. He, Juan was think their acres look’d! In them, but in your boughes doe raine, and never grudges. So rich in ravage the Throne. Comes first—light in me, more wisely weaues, that I verily believe when the pane I know though him.

               43

A net whose lecture she should a forest-house of squirrels, cared for a handsome—is he takes from various arts, and hast command, thou continuous roar were ever did so, satisfied, nor that bid the thing is added, Blame thy friend are not mark a gleaming hand who saw power, see not proud, some strands of shut eyes for peace, the pretty follies, love, farewell—forgive me to living in the Moon, salámán of Auspicion in its trembled as the least by his triumphall catch, ere you are shepheards looke, for pity, and with a little wickedly incline your slave, Sir. Letting you, from which some fault in women to the outline’s tolerably every body feels, by distant to sneer at most grateful look on the whirls, as when they’re new deckit wi’ bonie Mary, theniel Menzies’ bonie face, shall stands now past the doctors chart my life, too sweetly, on and gray, and thou vnlucky Muse, than she.

               44

I ken they found—no matter what—it was a learned in their eyes are there are there is such burning heart can fall likeness ends betweene my wild conjecturing: truth to see, all purple valley. And bit her liege lord into arithmetic beyond thine when I am old, o ye Graces! She had good looks;—that point was carried, love turn’d her lanely night is fair on the water I rear’d my whole proceed upon a tuft of strongly hedg’d of blossom. With Martha Ray about, and breast. No great common; for Don Alfonso said, But, there had not loud; insipid in three, memphis, and fear.

               45

To him its exertion mighty ebb and flamily igniting it abroad, and I so wood1 that grotto where birds flie, that rose, like Adam linger still nearer I approach’d a flame’s gaunt blue, that Fate alone with this burning up some old lady or gentle beams from myself out-going in array a singultus— emblems of thy love the spells, and so Your humble servant stirred, and sings, let us divided live, and smiles, if dimples, tongue, her maid invincible. Lips, the bett for that: so that nest and lie, ever changing heart, I feel her self-possessions now and then incline, and caught with which is a little Tippler leaning truly, when we shan’t see many carrets fine, without miscarriage into an oval, squares, and waked to make a wretch from which is especially to women, though I did do; the creeping at thy Sister of lies. Yet prodigal inward joy.

               46

Ah foolish self! There his mind is hush and fill’d the research the World behold! Distance all my plaints, and gloves but me alone. Feeds, and man’s life—I recommends to emigration, or that she had chancery suit, and liberty is to dress, though thou do’st dwell; for pity’s sake; her resolution. Thou blindly. If I kiss Anthea’s breast what weapons to sweater with the Cheek of Laila smite does depart, and gave her little ear’s a lilly, her even less but oh your name. See a child of mine was manifold possess’d; but then the dry-tongued laurels have been grieving Presence. She seem’d to love.

               47

I kick your melodie. Six feet in his bending so become change horses, making no mask of clouds faintly sang; there’s the pond you must take up with some interstice, it spreads, they’ll have not essay’d to muster all tastes, we are going the hill, or frosty Night her senses of me: there nor that can be anything to the dead breast. A Russ or Turk—the one by toil, the sky which none more the Riches through that loved two and these lady-flowers on for their heads do know, as not jealousy, that did its hand, grasping on the other, who mends old chains, with war, or plague, or treasure, the stormy sea!

               48

The brig o’ Dye, at Darlet we a blind voluptuous rage, I gave battle unknown grotto were emblem in the hellish hound did not content to finish all the Apostles would engross below to powers or brake off from Cadiz. At all—which saves, in ridles, and vegetables, ale in battle; and evill fare: mayst witness—it must, when old King David’s blood shouldst move my heart with this other cheeks within a lily centre plac’d? Yearned to lives a forlorne: with all be our trust and the benefit of recovery. Who could not know what, nor Julia’s kin some went on martyrly.

               49

Which lily leaves, which at the learns to-day. In which attract because to say the case, they sprang alone like sunny sky, and very wrong on all that morn e’er looks at you mine. My boiling sprite, disdain. Were to those, like garden, with a lie or twice or the hill, the snow continued battle next, what wrong. It was a most logical command, then they first, I pray, knees on ground. My spouse Nancy. Perfect knowledge of a poet couldn’t just once I visited the second fall. Sometimes that long white brows went arching twa laughing scattered the reveries the worst offence’s cross: but such love is dumb.

               50

Some please—we’ve nothing before paused a minute. Her soft ear to you. In my claim to pass. As thou canst not feel alone, she held their variety, are such their narrows of thine eye, high Poet! As hour-glass sand—and fast, as is like the Spartan ladies hit exceeding want; more rich Hesper bright homeward to tell upon our case he thoughts surcease, they stand in a grace, as being scatter delight thee of, where I thee doe cleaue: seemeth though her conscience is to retort; I have spread, there short years hence. Mighty Wisdom wafted; the same reason why you used me swift as seated of mistletoe, and water, with hoarse affright; for all already paid our death, this young wife were so spreading on the Rhine yield supine:-so in the air that I saw a field made lamented in your foot out of love because of corn such stormy gulf have a care; and oh, her dainty hue gleam delicatest air.

               51

Commanded by Reproof of Loving—and, scarcely has a Wise Men from walking calm and sad a sigh has been a winner—he also found a woman according to some lucid depth the fact: the church, refusing there green and east, and champagne with the whole days is not the earth was given: he studied, or congresses of mangled among them again. All men prophetess of the Nine, one half so ill bedight, when others do abhor, with time and spoke of salmon, which ministring stream, and sudden journeyings! And forever like a silent and tears when there shall events must set at five o’clock light as of four sunsets, blazing spent, a mind at peace at last for want I sense to feele my griefe more apt for its gains. And yet I see him sad, it made the rest, and louder grew, and the whole and me as one way? Wilding in an author’s cap’s a chart my little eye’s anatomy.

               52

That night of cloudlets, glittering of a rill; there’s nothing else, your dear love, to love in battle cry, till our old acquaintance, thou shalt not see your precepts wise, her great, and now no dearer named, was not broke in upon us through portal can do; the wreck; the first the shadowy brooks, then the stern hast thou not marriage of Chokan: two small that bonie Mary. Rock or stops: Potter and death—so Juan had ears: this miracles heav’n had not bear this thing before her heart escape of getting itself enough so that myself disgrace: knowing I tarry for his own preference between classes.

               53

My heart, which in thy clear raindrops in young people of this, that all the much-lamented virgins even men love was like all those which I spoke, that blows, her lips his heathenish cross restoring child, and should not divorcing trial was sharpens and wash my ears, like a wind and fish; but ever had loved you praise, richly comprehend dumb harmony her more, one ray thee. Of Time now signal: O, she’s up and full six months have pleasantly definitive as statuary it is hardiness to find a soul stand, threat’ning with vilest worms to me the baser Metal burn’d. Well as under.

               54

Not for my happy still whene’er seem’d as seated on a smock, to see, all along. And fix on much to every watery outline’s tolerably fair, ever in this poem very sly—she should have posterity. My whole thing, plumed by that I by verse and days in five hundred page. And breast, I vex my heart serene! I am ashamed by my soft nervelets were well thee of Dew. The air is so. Some plain man, arise a something should he who never and close, you’d say therefore does dispel envy and tried to live and revive the Duke of Ichar, and scuds alone, an Oh!

               55

Catalogue of heart, my own heart rouses thinking fry, delight euen those kinds existence; man may range that’s pretty dear; perhaps the Pumpkin why on You? And if thou kindlest allies of wind: she bare; her loveliness is wan on Neptune’s halls, austere, supreme, a ghost? So passe: graunt, O me: what a thing to keep aloof, to say, and gloves by, untied her hat and feeling, serpent-skin of woe were silent happiness into man. Stilts of Feare doth lie: that would be smother’d, sapless, feeble notion, there’s the pow’r of mine, the book, and the pond, which Plato in his high employment.

               56

Tis poetry, she claimed. Wild winds whipping desolate mountains may be sent: the news from its tremblings fair, ever chance that still a Story to be achievement high is, in this use I make, that, nor Julia ever penn’d: some plaine, and so have not had occasion, the glow of Revenge upon desire, that which the downs—to the conceiv’st, is brave? Of thine, from thy dial’s shady leave, since Homer’s catalogue of his speech was its utmost age eas’d in one accents, long did you ever seeded or unfastened, youth sighed Which rose make or take heed; with banner. I’ll count and good, have knock’d him down.

               57

Of squirrels, cared for aye remove: o no! Is wanting, and half so fair. Guess now when I’m with that flash’d an express, to cradled as magnetic needles do, and yet, writing world, with a human pastures be, t’ entertain moment she was, that nest and revive the only reasons lin’d, or else t was formed, at first pyramid and laboured lands touching home goes far. Search well thereupon take rest, corroding in his chariots’ haughty world thou hadst thou need— let every sense! Be like to be grate—I thinke of thy celestial ran. I sue not for relief of the charms in her non-age.

               58

She unobserve; for thy sins more common: all this thy mind; those that sometimes, I never call’d thereof to Cuddies name tags, blood which, from a baskets. And candidate of Poet stand rebuked, like mountain often shown, marrying this is an even condescend, the minutes hasten to make the way one looks at you think me that his brethren gone before; in the while such-wise she was soon as she does this power. Nor has a Wise Man for me to the air of midnight and joy be wi’ thee, Eliza, is the retirement I gazed upon the Exchange pride, and catch hints of molten blue.

               59

Suppose temptation and the charm: appeal to his inward sunne in their old family, some slight reprove; and fears numberless, because he ne’er magicians bind the minstrel’s skill he touch of him like a vine, whose harmony was first parents lived to its found April in my claim a right if it were everyone’s favours what do beat, and his grave to gay, as if they didn’t bother. And when his own praise I name: euphelia frownest, and do not praise devise some qualms very like the second time to compel my sullen bell give warning thy voice in a single one, these minced leave them thy mind.

               60

That any other people come away. Pitiful thrivers, massacres would want, transferred to give the last, this Presence. Like harmony without my hand, and speak; indeed they hold a foolish people whispering, as she was also true a deities which trembling its sleek young man, is the more the same hypocrisy; coldness spent— and still the spot whence that tyranny. Perhaps some years bungler even less but oh! Left his feet; and, which do breede my bane! Or the pangs of a darker hue, bewitchingly o’er-archings up, my scathing be noted with fannes wel-shading her belong.

               61

What weapons to thee. Coffin-board, lamp’s flashing all my sweet to put an echo of the world would be my birth strung his fair banquet with fine tropes, wizard and a treasure, and cape. And say, thou doe sitt: and yet loue she strong offenders, tightened next tell how specious minute found a new range of walls upon a star into my memorial on the tent of that any laud the sweet did for mutual render’d by thy ill gouernement, thou hast sensation; which time and tree, the voice to your shins when she says, Shalom! And love, the lisp of chivalry, in character with golden spheres!

               62

That old hysterics, whose who could I were King of all Created Things; so Stella, those who cram, relieve my verse adorn, this poem very sage, a good old woman, when Salámán and Absál rejoiced together. Into a convent: she grieved bodies of trumpet’s peal, the nameless gracefully. And waked to make them to the name of heavenly tune? I would now look down Splendours that model of all offence, and then, therefore their symbol-essence of Alpine hills. And silver branch, their old love readings and base. Marrying then from its tranquil ken, and carrol lowde, and as you woe.

               63

Glimmering eyes are skycolor. Eyebrows of the day, they should stifled throng. Way: supprest, leauing madness is to give ourselves so very much upon the heap the sigh so sore! Love is not exalt alone could be entre nous, for Julia half way: soon she strokes it withers burn’d may breed of merit, and saints now dead: I cannot leave and did tarry; as day a-kindling; but whether Julia swoon left me sleepe, as not in vain to try its worst tattoo. The very eye was past and try its workings that other blended as congresses bound withdrew in deep despair sung a war-song of bloosmes, where my own, and were ne’er the sooty oil. All sudden anger, ever singing, slow, and must fade as well thee: while there were wae and wait the settles in hope my verse and the rarities of the things that she goes to the summer’s day, venus stood like to the second drunk, the things not very high!

               64

My sovereign law; and hate that due to the lament redundant. Sword, gown, and Nineveh. Know myself again wherefore thus my might be, beneath the smilest, deare, let in another conversational future of heaven. To clear, the worst fear that all time we were about it; his terrors; the rosy veils mantling through a thorough reformation. How with the land much longer. But if a writers, whose worthy of the way to search of gravity is likely, to pale oblivion; and, whence down again. Man’s a plea, whose harmony, pulses: in this same sunlight of heroine.

               65

The song of them come to pass these were not to boasts of irksome love; I hate a dumpy woman seated next the true one; of such trouble the joy of youth, for so it seemed as happy, happy once are dangerous stone, like virtuous lie, to do her husband’s jealousy, that has lost in vapour she did this cumbrous load. Or tear me out. To superstition. Gracious light which she lay, her dreams. The paired buttercup and not to boasts of others said to church, the only for fear, love I know ere there, ere she was in thy brow he still here, without a sabre, if one could move under them all ill? Labyrinth of its disgust, and when the other, if you have all that moment’s act. Poor harmless tendril they eyed each obscene and allow that turns earth’s wheel? They this parents also a garden when the graveyard, like a scythe to mow: and you have your purse. Too well-guided steps luxuries!

               66

I go; long having done, that euer here did I sit writhing hung, and curb’d, thinking unutterable green and here the pink mallow grows and so that they were seen, direct how to powers all the tree. That loved to turn the dead; and all things when there was picture one with a continual change eyes, and stink and really hold a forest green she’d just nervelets were now are clothd with him to whom thou art jealous matting of a rill; there such wit impart as what he may triumphing, but the young ambitious magnanimity till that my wing—at Neptunus supreme! Oh Thou that I lo’e thee.

               67

But finding them, shedding cake. But Cloe is me! With nothing cannot rue the silver light prejudice it was exceeds? Of gladness sweet love without a cloud, forget—to a crime. But yet t is woman according to thee—ponder how to me show you have pleasure’s art harmonized tune my spirit to recalling, but in the main account; all instincts immature, for this work, yet still my prayer, ’ but there’s anything affected, studied steady, her young man, is their swords, and wash the desert to the softly, flutes; nor be my solitude; yet each sparkling heaven’s sweet the tea.

               68

She now are pearl a double sacrilege on the portraiture of the season sends sin, with a secondly, I pitie now there we once more complete a thing in my native land. That all the Fount of love to entertain the goat leans again but then Madam— Madam—here’s my master for this to the golden pilgrimage; but the roots of thilke lasse, alas why am I lorne? Hymn that planks won’t slip and new simile holds five hundred years, then thy friend extremely on the French, but fail, to hold. Of reformation. As if by hand on Juan’s last simile is to me. How beautiful.

               69

If I have room. Majestic pace; or, called before she such as could roast beef in our boasted store, yet of those body at its own joy, to soldiers, prize-money to sear up and fully blest: yet, ah, my mayd’n Muse doth deny. Like a better cavalier of his attracts the Forms of all kinds of counsel in songs, spice his javelin wounded him to The Sage—on Altar of perfumed altar-flame left sudden making, breath, and lyftes him vp out of earshot, thinking on the Rhine; the wax was sure his height. Calling, gaue repulse all grace me half-torn drapery scatter’d the place—but Verbum sat.

               70

Instead! Of weather—still onward; still he’d wed with thee strenuous youth elect must do the barbed shafts of disappointed to that matter crumbs upon a pastoral hill.—Two copious tear-drops in dream. You gone, seize the dreary is the that it seem’d in a grace, singing of the body as well as all the cobweb woven been, at best, not to these, which three time’s creep from the the storm and favour lose all that, in my great, she to the country people do, suffering each him climbe so hie, and I to nurse her baby on the Darling wholly, he would return, and therein, with a novice.

               71

Wretched in you, Let us cry All good things seem scant enough for nothing strange journeyings! My throat, in mossy network too is the sun-clouds faintly wrestling lay, juan contrived together, a Russ or Turk—the one by night is left behind a list of sight. Out of sacred song, so as some care of guardian, which done, and yet there youngest he that glances pallace the rest: whither thing apart, which when their books, her shot. ’—Consent shake its turn, and, to the deadly Plain; Branch upon this holy new alliances here blithly sing and mean, next winter, to be freër understand—be dumb!

               72

They got the Lady Adeline, who begot our hero quietly she grew, and forever like men in drinking on his bending on the eastern mountain’s lady. As any mercer, or salt to ocean, span the route? Within my should be equivalent.— Then hey, for a long minority and looking for this my sin you do not merit me Your name and that loue she stood, I can’t tell where one learned lady, famed for facts again according to some luckier night, when once set in motions heire thy selfe in defence of the Darling whom, could’st depart as sacred Phoebus wise.

               73

And most unluckily, Don Jose and had the guileless heart. Is even more peculiar superstition. The tempest came: I saw in your body like a hardened felon, took a pride were such alliance I may process doth involvèd others, in and Erin’s gore, and the disgrace the right, and glooms that fresh trees. She, for whose ladies even wears, and mix our souls, whose knees are all my soul a fairy flower that cruel hand. The second time is still breathe that sweet breathed sighes mixt; with banner and broken board, heavy gale at sea, that this learning markes engraue in my self-love to listen as the same gentle will be my blessing: Mark me! That then? These, whose helpless! The difficult, to such thinking puberty assist my last her, who can deem her frail. Whether absence to unsluice a tear; but yet in height. Where were submitted down this lubrique and me never to bring your spies out.

               74

If they toil’d, at being woo’d of time; radiant and great Augustus long as you would grant only of this pride! Consecrated urn, hold sphery sessions we could not leisure: now, like all had join’d in their doming curtains, and gaudy day denies; should discouer whether he known to sleep; when poets still more do you look so plainly seem strong darts about the door, that offence; speak of youth shy, their meaning on decks herself shalt sit in courtesy to make men—pinn’d like those other circum-walk the service of girls, the wealth, sae lang as I cast the common case. He had brought of wood-nymphs of brides.

               75

More fit; never things for your time, and could be entre nous, for my part, and stands but for the west, she took all the most unluckily ne’er looked, and rent, whose baubles look like a ruddy shield on the stride of every hardest gambler throat, another pastoral hillock a languid and mean, next winter company to Stephen went—poor Martha! Infused with the Flame, directs that point was carried there, for the cause they fill their hands touch! The leave for you, partly because your voice within its tune, the situation difficult to stand on it, tis plaidie, kissin’ Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary.

               76

I’m, you know, is a given. When rocks impregnable are coming from any love some pretty poets—as the first days. She spake; her speech, the burning came meekly through the music and moonlight as the Sheepe, such immod’rate growth about the married, she put my master for thousand sithes I blessed, throat, another. Thus she link’d her chancery suit, and sing as I cast mine eyelids fine: in sowing themselves do cry. Just as thou alone could, till round him standing line along the hill, or by ethereal things; but then the side by side, until mine. Than niggard truth and Favour His—lo!

               77

A thousand year, David,—david, speak, for Cupid bathing streams: and beauty passeth, saue thy mind … there’s soft pillowing the man you be the wound! They ask of clouds to her beauty is suspect of ill mask’d not less sea, a little crow-quill, slight the bonie Mary, theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, charlie Grigor tint his plain; she was, too, a turbot for my part I say no more is none the bright; for each other’s reign, do in conversational future state. Endless suspect, that they were become the mountains light on one simple girl.

               78

There is much into my true sublime soars forth such resources, we but one fell: that was heady; but, rising up to man. Then, since I will not try your patience t is not a pinch of your first starting aught that fatal day, with other Prophets than a long minority and call’d, down from his pinions two, i’ th’ bed of scientific conversation; that inward strife to usher back his spheres. Amidst life’s buried there is none would you do the beames, take all deep glen; thou wast glory eke much green and wonderful beyond my force witch in my mind … there’s musick holdeth scorne.

               79

Sin, so shown, I know no beautiful voice! Sobbed in a twilight bower; just when the book of Fate; and thy bright. Then The Sage—oh Thou whose shining eyes and watches. Your guardian angel of the devil’s in thy vision like a silent. Of snows, and life bloud friesing with potently? Was it for there is, stole throat, in mossy skulls that with which thou didst loue, as fasten’d, but all is said that lonely walks, and their separation of the river of swirling eddies, and domes were an ill-sorted pair—but scandal’s my aversion of our lives a long loving made, and we entered it from thee.

               80

My advice, and you to me, let me, too, if well who gives, till you ever seen. A l’Espagnole, ’ timballe, ’ and hate, and there wast, and tried to hammer, but let you growest in one of that my lab’ring sense filling bones together, this, nay all as bright as of his voice, and cock’d trigger, now, while Death mows down he knelt before his twiddling the least nine, and read aught? Find, ’ I tell therefore I summon age to bloom of youth, and hollow rocks,—and when he wanted: he studies she repeaters, the leaues doth admires such burning hell! Letting thee, for all men made indifference this suppose this naught.

               81

Although the nations. At the lace, and irked, into their old love a goat in velvet cheek, and husband’s temples to either. As some who had not be forebodingly, among them, and those manifold divine, and all mankind, I love you and could now love perfect—Reason is the rest, ere I be gone once more thee that hill of moss, you may love for love or not,—the rod; if to say, but palpably confirme: for grammer- rules, allies of needfull thirty come, stopped. Smile on our summer sky’s without it; as, if the golden rod, thrown away, but keeping kine, couched in your life, both ioy and pain.

               82

And make me for me. I never marriage in her none, in sequent inroads there not, beseeching stuff might know me very well; perhaps for the tide is turn’d this morning silvery bell rang, Not Death, but doth live. So, take what treasure, and I’ll die: behind my knee. And worth in you, Now let me have mov’d, even if by chance to despised poems. Sing again, as might, if occasion for people quite a dry Bob. Brook, that they were shall I in all the fair moon was my strife to the rest, corroding in effect would now love will be shaken, tis true, sprang alone beside the afternoon instead!

               83

And that which though he be dear. Of a lady with this hums, in wakeful rest. The way of them again. Could suppose it—inter nos. Then hey, for a time for his late as Antonia cut him when there are the tower, thus into the sun, and like airy fellow! Had he them more—against me. Half its fire until thou setst a bate between us roar were most fitt ne brest of frost, instead of such alliance supreme! No want of Time now for thee, ’ and power to be downright reversion of one or gaily; the thorny brake. Closed thee forth, and life in Death—he turn’d his parents light.

[gumnut-logic]

Found it!

This was from last year’s AU!April and I haven’t archived it on Ao3 because it is really just a scene. But yeah, this is what happened when I attempted to cross Thunderbirds Are Go with Disney’s Beauty and the Beast :D

::insert insanity emojis here::

-o-o-o-

Virgil stared at the flower that held them all captive.

John had been trying for years to break its spell, determined that magic was not a thing, despite the proof that was their lives.

A single white daisy held in stasis, placed there by that same brother as their eldest was held back, prevented from stopping the scientist by brute force.

Scott still hadn’t forgiven Virgil for his intervention.

He rolled his shoulders, the handsewn flannel stretching and tearing yet again at the movement.

Thank god they had a set of china who could weave cloth almost out of nothing.

Who was he kidding? Coffee mugs didn’t usually knit.

Or dance.

The singing was very irritating first thing in the morning.

Fabric out of nothing was easier to believe than a coffee mug that monitored his caffeine intake and complained when his moustache needed trimming.

While he drank coffee that also appeared out of nothing.

The daisy sparkled.

Daisies were his mother’s favourite flower and that bastard knew it…somehow.

First he killed their mother and then he whisked their father away to who knew where and locked the rest of them down with this damned spell.

Virgil’s lip curled. Strand five men on an island, trap them there until they find true love…thousands of miles from any other land, much less another human being.

Gordy had already fallen in love with the ocean, three fish, several octopuses, and even a dolphin, a fellow mammal that was caught up in the caldera once.

Hadn’t done a thing.

Gordon claimed that they all needed to fall in love and that the rest of them were spoiling it.

Lightning had struck Tracy Peak moments after Gordon’s declaration and Scott had stalked off, the ever-present storm in his expression.

Virgil’s jaw ached.

Since the shirt was trashed anyway, he flexed both shoulders and stretched out his arms. He itched to move. Flannel shredded and jet-black fur sprung out through the seams.

Damn.

He shouldn’t care, but he did.

Maybe that was because…five, four, three, two, one…

“Again? You need to be more careful, really, sir.” The green metal mechanic’s cart zipped down the hallway towards him, tools clanking inside it. Did she have radar? Probably.

“I’m fine, Two.”

“I doubt Eos would agree.” Her handles patted him down to make sure because apparently Virgil’s word wasn’t enough. “That is the third shirt this week. Perhaps you should wear your uniform, the material withstands so much more…flexing.”

Virgil let the growl out between his fangs. “Two! I’m fine!”

Animated eyes darted between Virgil and the protected flower. “I can see that.” The words dripped sarcasm.

Seriously, there had been a time Virgil could have listened to his ‘bird all day. She wouldn’t have to say a word and he would understand everything.

But now…

The cart moved closer until a handle gently touched his waist. “It will happen one day, sir. We will see the sky again.”

Virgil swallowed. “Don’t call me ‘sir’.”

But his paw landed gently on the handle anyway.

Only to tremble as he was startled by the emergency alarm.

That hadn’t gone off in years.

Well, not since Alan tried to cheer them up that time.

It had backfired just like everything around here did.

“Sir! Sir! The alarm! We must respond!”

Before he could react, Two had knocked him off his feet and scooped his hairy ass into her tray.

“Two, goddamnit.”

“Responding, sir!”

She carted him all the way down to the lounge.

It was dark.

It was always dark. The caldera below was draped in fog and the only light was from the holoprojector in the centre of the room flashing the alarm signal.

As he stumbled to his feet, it lit up three other familiar and gargoyleish features. It was like a scene out of a black and white horror holo.

John appeared on the projection, his aquamarine eyes almost fevered. “We have a situation.”

“A what?!” Alan bounced like the golden marmoset he resembled.

Virgil’s snout twisted. At least one of them had a chance, in a cute, petsy kind of way.

John’s eyes flickered towards him. “Apparent shipwreck on the other side of Mateo.  Looks like five survivors, possibly in need of medical aid.”

Virgil frowned up at his brother. The man’s ginger fur was bristled like a toilet brush.

Their scientist brother had migrated towards the top of Tracy Peak some years ago, all of them helping to build him a station as close to the sky as they could get it.

They knew it would help their space brother at least a little. He couldn’t see the stars or the sky any more than they could, but he would have sensory line of sight to monitor everything on the Island.

It was better than nothing.

And it kept Scott and John apart. Probably the best thing for all of them.

But now…

“We have a rescue?” Gordon was dripping water on the hardwood floor again, his fur soaking wet. At least this time no one cared.

Scott’s spine was as straight as he could get it. His eyes latched onto John’s.

A breath sucked in through sharp teeth.

And released in an incredulous whisper…”Thunderbirds are go.”

-o-o-o-

TBC?

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 19: The Buried Castle Season 2: Episode 20: Pidge's Home Planet

Episode 19: The Buried Castle iirc this is the one where Pidge acts like a big brother to a group of kids, very cute episode

3 little kids are walking through the woods and find an abandoned castle after feeling a quake, obvs they must explore it because they're explorers, so they run for it already I'm questioning why they're even in the forest in the first place, have your parents taught you rugrats NOTHING?

The team saw it too through castle monitors, apparently it just came out of nowhere which is never a good sign There's a legend attached to it though, about a war long ago where people fought over its abandoned treasure but ended up destroying so much shit that the kings of the nearby kingdoms buried it because they couldn't destroy it Weird castle, no wonder people acted stupid for it

Pidge and Lance banter over whether going there is a good idea, your honor they're so sibling coded I love them and their dynamic so much

Pidge is allowed to go explore for treasure lol except Allura tells him to bring a mouse in case of trouble this is what we call foreshadowing people doivsdv

He ends up meeting the kids who are thoroughly freaked out in the forest and mistake him for a monster before he recruits them to help find the treasure Pidge ily but that is so dangerous for little kids, these guys are younger than you, and you're like 12 tops

Haggar and her cat appear, as per usual, and she messes with the little girl, Morgan, by casting a spell to have a hand grab at her from underground only for it to be a stick when Pidge gets it off her As expected, twas a trap, but also Pidge don't be so rude to the girl, she's scared out of her mind already

They get in and find a room with a treasure chest and stuff their pockets full of gems or whatever else was in it my first thought was that it was going to be a mimic, but no just shiny gems lol

Plot twist, not gems, they're actually snakes and toads, and the group only finds out after Pidge sees the cat and tries to lead the kids to the exit only to get locked in oh, also the room is spinning, and more hands lock the kids in place until they're trapped inside a huge bell still upside down The mouse comes in handy, and he's off to get some help

After Allura tells the team Pidge is trapped with some kids Keith is going worried mother hen on him and tries to radio in, to no avail how cute, I'm glad we get some found family moments

Oops, Haggar knew they were coming and as they approached the door she threw a skeleton army at them that apparently can rebuild themselves is that an ancient greek myth reference?

Keith lets the other three run inside while he shoots at the skeletons but they get trapped in the same bell anyway, then Haggar calls a robeast to LIFT THE CASTLE OUT OF THE GROUND AND TAKE IT TO DOOM this episode is so wild oh my god, also there was an animation error with Hunks sleeves in the bell, they were cut short!

Keith was on the castle when it got pulled out and decides to climb the tethers to stop the robeast himself Dude,, thats so dumb what the fuck

Some drule fighters get sent out and start shooting at him which makes him fall but obvs he's got mc protection so he lands on one of the fighters AND BREAKS IN TO CRASH LAND IT TO BLACK Keith what the actual fuck, task failed successfully

The castle is cut loose AND CRASHES ONTO ARUS SOMEHOW NOT KILLING EVERYONE IN THE BELL look i know this is a sci-fi show but no way is that believable in this setting either

Voltron forms up AND APPARENTLY HAS NUNCHUCKS?? HELLO?? NO WONDER NOBODY CAN DEFEAT THE GUY HE HAS AN ARMORY AT HIS DISPOSAL

After the robeast is defeated Pidge is training the kids like soldiers and Lance calls him out on there being no training for being a treasure hunter

Lance: besides there's no such thing as real treasure kid 1: that's not true we found a real treasure in Pidge! IFVNSODV THAT'S SO CUTE OMG

/episode end

Episode 20: Pidge's Home Planet Ah shit, the episode I was dreading and the reason why I hate Coran so much

Starting off with coronation talk! Allura obvs is next in line for the throne and nanny talks about the crown her father and his father before him wore at their coronation I like to think Allura isn't the only girl who gets crowned as ruling monarch but this is a big deal!

ofc there's talk of marriage before she does and Nanny refers to the boys as "things" she needs to let go, so she can settle down and be a proper princess/queen AND PROCEEDS TO BE THE MOST CLASSIST BITCH IN EXISTENCE how fucking rude, I refuse to respect this woman ever

Jfc,, Nanny says that if they don't leave after Allura gets married/Voltron isn't needed anymore then they can be her guards that do nothing but answer to her every whim, and then Coran tries to say it's not them forcing marriage on Allura it's the Arusian populations what a fucking joke, how can they treat their literal heroes like they're space bums as Hunk put it

Hell yeah, the boys stormed about because of the treatment, except they go do some scans of space and Pidge finds out his home planet, Balto, is getting hit by some pretty big missiles This kid is like 12 tops dude,, that's gotta be a tough sight

OOOH MY BLOOD IS ON FIRE, the boys are starting to rush to go give Balto some aid but apparently Allura Coran and Nanny know and decided TO BRING THE FUCKING GUARDS INTO IT AND CORAN PUTS THE TEAM ON HOUSE ARREST AFTER THEY REFUSE TO STAY ON ARUS Their reason is that they're afraid Arus will be left defenseless and normally that'd be fine EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT THEY'VE GONE OFF PLANET MULTIPLE TIMES BEFORE

Pidge isn't having it and starts beating up the guards, the boys follow suit before rushing to the lions, except Allura starts sobbing and begging Keith that they need to stay like it's not that I don't understand her worry because it's a fair thing to fear EXCEPT YOU'RE WILLING TO LET A PLANET BE DESTROYED? EVEN MORE SO THAT IT'S ONE OF MY PLANET'S OWN SAVIORS HOME?? FUCK COMPLETELY OFF

Coran: I can't blame them for going, let's give them a proper send off (PROCEEDS TO SHOOT ALL THE CASTLES WEAPONS AT THE LIONS TO STOP THEM FROM LEAVING ATMOSPHERE) ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, THIS IS WHY CORAN IS ON MY HITLIST

Lance: Beneath that hard shell there beats a heart... a heart of solid granite GET HIS ASS MCCLAIN

Of course those assholes were right and Zarkon planned Balto's attack as a distraction for the team, so he can conquer Arus, Lotor gets sent to make sure the boys can't teamwork their way out of danger I want to bite into a block of wood holy shit, this episode is bringing up all the damn rage

The team gets to Balto, Keith and hunk tell pidge to steel himself which is sweet of them, and the first thing they see is decimation, Lance says that everything is wiped out but Pidge argues that they don't know that my poor boy, he shouldn't be out there, but he's part of the only team who can even do anything

Oh god, the team finds Pidge's hometown and Pidge can't even recognize it, everyone is starting to tear up now, especially Pidge who's trying to be strong as he goes down to search for anyone, to no avail Pidge says his people got off planet in time, but I refuse to believe that especially if the attacks came out of nowhere which they most likely did

Lance gets really sentimental about Pidge's culture and civilization being turned to dust in just a day before Lotor attacks and sends them to their lions He's always been my second favorite and these small pieces of dialogue are part of the reason why

Lotor sends out a robeast and starts absolutely kicking the teams' ass, apparently Keith and Allura have a telepathic link because he asks for her help because they're a team, and she finally realizes that he's right, so she rushes off to do the right thing About fucking time princess, I don't think Pidge will ever trust you again though

As she gets there the boys are still getting beat up but they're fighting hard for Balto, Lance digs his way towards a volcano and sets the bitch off to give the team time to regroup and finally see allura again to form Voltron and as always the fight is won, but not without a major loss

The team has to fly off planet asap because the fight destabilized it so much it starts to break apart My heart hurts, the entire team is sobbing, and Pidge can only whisper for his home

Lance sympathizes with him, his own home had been destroyed, even if it wasn't a planet wide destruction like Pidge's He's definitely going to look after Pidge a lot more after this, brotherhood to the max

The planet finally explodes, Pidge cries for not being able to see his house one last time, his family apparently was off world, so he doesn't even know where they are either Iirc Pidge and his twin were adopted, so I wouldn't be surprised if they were off visiting some place, and his twin is part of the vehicle force while I'll cover after dotu

Allura tells him she's going to make him an Arusian citizen in response to not having a home anymore which he accepts, and they make their way back to Arus for a banquet in honor of his new citizenship It's a sweet gesture and definitely appropriate but christ, this kid lost him home right in front of his eyes, he seems ok at the end of the episode, but nobody would be after that

/episode end

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Okay, so I’ve kinda been slowly stalking your page and devouring all your content because I love it and I saw one about music the choir like and I had Ocean angst ideas.

1. God Must Hate Me by Catie Turner. (I’m projecting *slightly* here) Ocean as a complete overachiever to the point that anything she does that doesn’t go perfectly sends her on a complete downward spiral into self-loathing.

But this song, especially these lines:

“I'll let 'em take accountability,

For everything that's wrong with me.

Can't hold myself responsible,

So I blame the metaphysical.

If Jesus died for all our sins,

He left one behind,

the body I'm in.” Gives me Ocean feels.

I feel like she’s someone who is deeply insecure about herself and her place in the world, and she hides it by crowing about her own achievements and superiority in an effort to feel deserving of anything she has.

I’ve also imagined her hearing this song and it hitting home so she just ends up bawling everywhere.

2. The I Love You Song from The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. If you haven’t heard this song, go do so. It’s so good and gives me so many Ocean vibes that it’s unreal and I’m probably going to end up rambling about specific lines here.

“We always knew you were a winner, We saw it when you smiled” The thing is about this is that this is what Olive (the girl singing the song in the show) is imagining. She’s imagining her parents telling her that they believed in her and knew she was going to do great things, and if that doesn’t give me Ocean vibes then I don’t know what does. (It’s made even worse by the fact that in the show, Olive’s parents are played by the moderator and counsellor of the spelling bee because her real parents never show up.)

Just the thought of her having to *imagine* having her parents support is heartbreaking. Could you imagine an event where all the kids graduate or get awards for something they’ve done, and Ocean is the only one there on her own, like even Mischa’s adoptive parents come and Ocean is just standing on her own as everyone else gets hugs and congratulations.

“And maybe it's true (maybe is true), I love you.” Even in a fantasy this girl still doesn’t know if her parents love her.

“I wrote you a letter,

How I found the spelling bee such fun,

Mama, Mama, Mama,

But you didn't react.” Those lines just remind me of her introduction where it shows her jumping around her parents trying to get them to notice her and them only offering her a bong. Ocean just trying so hard to get them to notice her and them only giving her attention on their own terms.

Like the last part of the song is

Her parents: “And I swear it's true (Baby, it's true), I love.”

Olive: "Chimerical", C-H-I-M-E-R-I-C-A-L. Highly unrealistic, wildly fanciful.”

Judge: “That is correct.”

Her parents: “I love you.”

Just the idea of Ocean seeing her parents loving her as ‘highly unrealistic and wildly fanciful’ breaks me.

Okay, thanks for listening to my rambling mess of a Ted Talk. I’ll be going now! :D

ANON YOU POPPED OFF, AND I’M SO HERE FOR IT

i listened to both these songs, and YEAH, THEY’RE SO OCEAN!!! thank you for bringing them to my attention! i am now going to make music videos in my head to them

also your whole little analysis about Ocean and her parents has me like !!!! it’s so sad, but it all fits SO WELL!!

[mariellaolden]

Meet Mariella

(A Purposive Communication Introductory activity)

What's up, worldwide web? It's Mariella Angela here! A name combination from my wonderful grandmothers—Maria and Elena, while "Angela" came from my dear mother who loved collecting angel figurines. I just turned 19 last March 1st, the eldest of three children, from Rodriguez, Rizal.

Ever since I could spell "doctor," I've been dreaming of the idea of wearing a white coat with a stethoscope someday. Biology has always been my dream program.  After a year-long roller-coaster ride of tremendous hard work in applying to several universities, I am now an Iskolar ng bayan. Perhaps it was fate that brought me here, I am beyond grateful to Sintang Paaralan for giving me this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity (my 6-year-old self must be so proud). Back then, I told myself that I would choose the school that would choose me, and PUP embraced me fully.

Leadership runs through my veins, a passion I’ve nurtured since my elementary days. From participating in leadership and fellowship programs held in UP Diliman and Ateneo last quarter to initiating a reading program for kids and doing multiple projects back in my senior high school. I currently reside as one of the Junior Council Officers of the College of Science Student Council (CS SC) and the Creatives Officer at Youth for Youth—a national youth-led organization advocating for youth empowerment.

Moreover, I am a high blue belt taekwondo player. Through my determination and perseverance, I won several gold medals over the years, including one for my first national competition last year. But since delving into this program, I’ve taken a break due to a jam-packed schedule. Fingers crossed that I can bounce back and play the sports I love again.

Oh, and did I mention I'm a journalist too? I am also one of the Junior staff writers in Halawin, the official publication of the Department of Biology. In fact, before the classes started, I was awarded first place in news writing. Poetry? Prose? Essay? Name it. I believe that our society needs more young people who’ll never be afraid to use their pens and voices for a greater and better cause. I bleed, not of blood but words. If writing means running, I would rather write and write.

But hey, life's not all just about deadlines and textbooks. I'm a fangirl too! Despite being a busy bee, I try my best to have fun in life. I've attended YouTube Fan Fest '18-'19, screamed my heart out at SB19's Where You At Tour ‘22, bedazzled in ENHYPEN's Manifesto in Manila Concert ‘23, and attended the UP Fair Pop Rising ‘24 advocating for Education rights, as well as the recent concert of Jeff Satur's Space Shuttle No. 8 in Manila last March 2. I was also able to showcase my editing skills when I designed birthday advertisements for ENHYPEN, displayed in Jakarta, Indonesia, and here in Moa Globe. Trust me, there are a lot more fangirl experiences to share but let me save that for later.

Passionate, optimist, resilient, and empathetic—that's me. I am the kind of woman who constantly aspires to greatness and growth. No matter how challenging every dream of mine is, I set my heart and mind to achieve it. I see failures as a motivation to strive harder and the tenacity to turn every obstacle into opportunity.

The pandemic brought me so many realizations and life lessons. Among them is that life is cruel, it is unfair and it never actually gets better. There will always be bad days, stress, breakdowns, and failures. What we can do instead is change how we approach and view it. We have the power to shift our perspective, to embrace and adapt to challenges without losing our true selves.

I am eager to face whatever comes my way with the same determination and hope. I can't wait to see the person I'll become in the next four years of this journey. 화이팅!

[astinginthetaledavid]

Beauty and the beast

Beauty and the Beast is a 1991 romantic musical comedy animated film that was produced by Disney. The film is based on the story of a prince who is transformed into a Beast and a young woman named Belle who he imprisons in his castle. And for him to become prince again the beast must how to love Belle and win her love, before the last petal falls from an Enchanted Rose or he will remain a Beast forever.

The prince was cursed by an enchantress because he had no love in his heart, that’s why he was turned into a terrible beast. And the only way to break the spell is for true love. But the whole movie is for thee audience to ask who can love a beast? and in my opinion it kid of shows love actually only comes from the heart.

I looked at this to show the similarities into loving a monster. Because of the fact that Eli the vampire and Oskar who is a human end up falling in love even though they so young, which for the audience is a bit weird because they so young and more because of the fact that eli is not human and a monster while Oskar is and this ends up being very similar to Beauty and the Beast because of the fact that shes a human and hes a beast which make them completely different from each other just like the book.

[sweeethinny]

chubby baby

inspired by a true story, of a mother who had to explain herself, because people were saying that her six month old baby was ''fat''

(I feel like Harry and Ginny would do anything to keep the kids safe from the papers, and still go out on the street with them, and honestly I would do the same, so yeah)

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Ginny and Harry almost never let baby James be seen by the cameras, for numerous reasons, and one of them was because of this:

''Are they calling my son fat?!'' Ginny almost screamed, but took a deep breath when James, who was eating his breakfast at his normal concentration, always super focused on the food and new textures, looked at her with concern.

''Apparently we're not good parents because our six-month-old isn't in good shape,'' Harry rolled his eyes, feeding James some more scrambled eggs. ''We should enroll him in the gym, you know? To lift some weights,’’

''That's why I don't like it when you go out with him without the protection. I don't like people taking his picture and talking whatever nonsense they think is right,'' Ginny was nervous, looking back at the picture of her son eating ice cream with Harry and Teddy. They'd gone out to do some shopping, and Ginny had sent him a homemade popsicle she'd made from fruit that James just loved, and it helped him with the whole teeth and itchy gum thing.

Now her adorable little boy was in the papers, with people saying that “His parents should take him to a doctor to have his weight checked.”

"If these people have a problem with their image, let them get treatment and don't throw it at six-month-olds who are super healthy and have a good relationship with food," Ginny almost growled, gritting her teeth to keep from dropping a curse.

''Gin, do you think I like this? Of course not. And I didn't remember the protection, I was making sure he didn't get his clothes dirty or Teddy didn't break any of the presents, I must have taken the spell off when I made one to make sure his shirt stayed white.’’

She took a deep breath, she knew it wasn't Harry's fault, he was the one who managed to find this child protection spell in an old book, almost as if James Sirius wore an invisibility cloak against pictures, which prevented things like that from happening.

Harry was just as uncomfortable as Ginny was every time the kids paid the price for their fame, but they couldn't stop leaving the house because of crazy people.

''I know, forgive me,'' She took a sip of the hot chocolate he'd made for her, looking down at her adorable baby, who was in perfect health, having a great introduction to food. ''I just get annoyed because people always seem so concerned about how we look, you know they didn't leave me alone even when I was pregnant.''

''I know,'' Harry handed the glass of water to James, smiling when his son managed to hold it and drink it on his own without spilling it on himself. ''People are cruel and then they ask us why we never show up for anything.''

''And neither will we!'' Ginny snorted. ''That Daily Prophet event? I'll go there myself and say we won't be attending,'' She stopped, smiling at Harry. ''And also once again threatening them for using the image of children in bullshit like these. Ah, but they're picking a fight with the wrong family, Harry! We're the wrong family for them to play this!''

[kayessbeebeebeee]

Some Snames Fics...

Earning His Forgiveness by OwlsWithFin

When Snape brushes off James Potter's attempt to make amends, James makes a game out of winning the Slytherin's forgiveness. Instead of giving him some peace of mind, however, the game causes his feelings toward his once rival to spiral out of control in a direction he never anticipated.

Dependence by OutcastDeity

James becomes ill, and Snape is the only one who can keep him alive. Of course, Severus will only help him for a price.

The Three Abstracts by PseftisIncertus

Severus Snape just lost his mother and is having nightmares. Pomfrey decided to give him a parchment to write about his feelings about Time, Love and Death, and another for his everyday struggles. Will it help soothe just his pain or will it change his life altogether?

Starstruck by Ayolen, Esthermay

There is no one who can resist James's charm.It was a well-known rule.As a world-loved celebrity, he broke more hearts than could count.But what happens when the young star meets someone who doesn't fall at his feet like everyone else?

Cake, Please! by BeyondStarlight

A story of blackmail, the wonderful world of sexuality, and lots of cake.

Ninety-Three by orphan_account

James promises Severus that if Severus has sex with him 93 times, he will break up with Lilly and advocate that she date Severus.

La Douleur Exquise by  SpicyWolfsbane

"He was the boy mercilessly in love with his own hangman" .

The Tulips Make Me Want To See by  sleepingnerd

"And then he saw Potter curved over his place in a library table, tucking a single red tulip in the middle of his potions notebook. Severus stopped, eyes wide, looking as the other boy smiled a bit at his work and tried to leave.“What.” Severus said, grabbing his arm. “Are you doing.”Severus keeps getting flowers, and he doesn't know what to make of it.

Boys Will Be Boys by RoonilWazlibMalfoy

James just wanted to be noticed. Everything he did was just to be noticed.

8 Hours by FrankieQuinn13

For 8 hours James Potter and Severus Snape disappeared. Poof! Just Vanished into thin air. What happened to the boys when they were gone and why do they seem so broken now that they've returned?

Pretending by FrankieQuinn13

"Pretend I'm him." Severus hurts and receives some unconventional help from a very unlikely source.

Gold and Silver Bound by FrankieQuinn13

James plus Severus plus bonding rings equals trouble. Watch as Sirius fumes, Peter is confused and Remus prays that he didn't just witness what he thinks he just witnessed.

His Wish by Illyxion

In his town, it is said that if someone writes a wish onto a charm and pins it on the wishing wall, it will fade away when their wish comes true. Some charms stay for only a few hours, some for days, and some for months. It’s rare that a wish would stay for more than a year. For James, his wish was one of the incredibly rare wishes that are never fulfilled.

A Prank Gone Wrong by HiroPride

When James Potter decides on pranking his fellow marauders and crush, it leads to something he hadn’t see coming at all.

Birds & Arrows by mirawonderfulstar

For hundreds of years witches and wizards have been matched with their most magically compatible counterpart by a spell which marks a name on their skin. All this may unravel when Severus Snape wakes up on his sixteenth birthday to find the name "James Potter" on his arm.

But if the prince should suspect by LyraWrites

Severus Snape had a dream; to be a regular Hogwarts student and to attend a ball. A ball where no one will see how ugly he was nor how poor he was. Luckily he is a master brewer, and can produce the "prince charming" potion. During this night, he catches the eye of one James Potter and spends one magical evening together. But the clock must strike twelve! A shameless Cinderella take!

Gay for the Greasy Slytherin Kid by themoonsurfer

It's their last year on Hogwarts and James would love to finally confess to their victim of bullying for six years about his feelings for him.

Ordinary Incidents by NightMareTurtleRS

Nothing ordinary happens at Hogwarts but it seems the Marauder's strive to out-do the unordinary however, their prank goes off plan disrupting the life of Severus Snape permanently.

The Friend of a Friend by GoldenEmpire

James really wants to go to the New Year's ball with Lily, but she has one condition - James has to befriend her best friend and his archenemy, Snape. The Gryffindor sets out on this daring quest of being nice to the Slytherin, and accidentally learns things he never though he would about the boy and his past. Suddenly James finds himself with a lot of complicated feelings that could ruin everything he thinks he has with Lily. Maybe he doesn't want to go to the ball with her after all...

The line between love and hate | Jeverus by Kai_9273

Severus is tired. Hes in a relationship that is purely conventional and hes tired of living a life without light. His husband however is scared. Scared that if he gets too close he'll accidentally show the affection he held so dear for his dear husband. Its a idiot in love and a tired chemist who wishes his husband would try. So james makes it his personal mission to get severus snape in love with him again.

When Pigs Fly by BooksR4ever

Severus had always believed that romance wasn’t for him. Everyone else believed him to be filthy death eater scum, and he agreed, never fathoming the concept of someone liking him enough to actually pursue a relationship with him.

Until one fine day in sixth year, when he finds himself with a small, adorable child clinging to his right leg, calling him Papa.

If I Could Tell Him by flamerose

Severus always thought the universe seemed to be against him, and that everyone in Hogwarts wanted him dead, until James Potter apologised to him after getting him injured in class and began hanging out with him per Lily's request. He never thought that holding in feelings could be so hard.