#yes i have already made that joke. can you blame me tho

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wow. i love ranpo bungoustraydogs

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Kenny and Violet anon here YES.

Violet is upset because someone she defended against her found family of 8 years let her get taken by brainwashing adults for 2 seconds and everyone flips their lid.

But Kenny refuses to stop a train, and gets into a whole fight with Lee over it (AND REFUSES TO HELP YOU FIND A LOST LITTLE GIRL WHILE YOU’RE FIGHTING OFF AN INFECTION, where as Violet always defends you in Episode 1 regardless of whether you ignored and/or antagonized her or not), and gets mad at an 11 year old for not being able to handle helping someone in labor by herself and everybody’s like “Nah it’s okay, his family died years ago so he gets to do whatever he wants.” as if Violet didn’t witness one of the only consistent family members in her life die in front of her 💀

There’s so many comparisons I could make and one day I’ll make a Venn Diagram about all of their similarities but for now I’m glad someone pointed this out.

there are some things kenny does that have No excuse (like refusing to help bitten lee look for missing clem all because hes mad you didnt side with him enough. leaving lee to singlehandedly save himself in the pharmacy because he got scared. threatening to slap clem for blaming herself for lees death. off the top of my head). but his behavior on the train is annoying yet understandable. he doesnt want to admit his son is dying and he feels like duck dying in the first place is his fault for not saving shawn. you can convince him to stop without things getting physical

the Problem comes in when people can understand and sympathize with kennys annoying/shitty actions, but when it comes to violet (who has the same "my family is dead and its made me bitter and closed off" backstory (and her whole arc is about learning to love and care again)), suddenly all understanding goes out the window. even tho shes not even a FRACTION as annoying and shitty as kenny can get 😭😭

violet is mean to clem for the One scene where youre introduced to her (ignoring your first moment with her in the courtyard where shes smiling at clem so you already know her shitty attitude later is a lie. louis even defends her. wingman lol. and depending on what you say in response to her you can Immediately see the regret on her face LOL). but before the scene even Ends shes complimenting clem and clem loves it. then youre forced to talk to her and tenn about the twins, you have a nice card game where you can joke around with her, then she shows up at the dorm and they have a nice heart to heart about how theyre BOTH struggling with the loss of people theyve loved, and they can sympathize about both being harsher than they intend (THEY GET EACH OTHER CANONICALLY)

and vi not being "a people person" is a huge part of her arc?? she doesnt like that shes like this 😭 but shes also better with people than she gives herself credit for and its why she makes a good leader. (and even if you pick the "came off strong" option clem is OBVIOUSLY teasing about it but vi cant tell and gets defensive ("its not like im trying to be bffs or whatever. sorry" is so "you want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" of her)

and then after this shes never mean to clem again?? (unless you antagonize her but even then its mostly just about her standing her ground and not taking shit she doesnt deserve. which is fair). shes only mean to brody while fishing (and shes mean to brody because deep down she blames HERSELF) and the whole POINT of that scene is to try and mend their broken relationship which immediately makes vi a happier/nicer person if you do (also interesting how louis doesnt get any shit for His behavior while hunting 🤨 no hes just cool and fun). violet also apologizes for being "weird" in the dorms the previous night as well (bby girl why are you afraid that everything you do is weird 😭 she says that word a lot)

violet will Always have clems back (in EP1 and 2!!) No Matter What you do or say to her. i think people take her loyalty for granted. so if you dont save her in EP2 and expect to continue to have her unwavering loyalty in EP3? thats a You problem. she is Fucked Up mentally on that boat by lilly and her not-exactly-ex, and then gets caught in the explosion she didnt want anything to do with. AND THEN SHE APOLOGIZES because she recognizes she was WRONG

(not her literally trying to make a joke about it to ease the tension 😭 people dont give her credit for also having a sense of humor. like louis is the only one who cracks jokes around here) but again when it comes to kenny his actions are understandable and defendable even without an apology 🙄 i literally side with kenny on Everything except the larry thing and if you dont make the right dialogue choice with him? he will not help you look for clem. because of larry 😐 i killed your son for you bro and then took care of his walker doppelganger so you didnt have to. and this isnt even touching his behavior in S2. and yet despite everything he does hes still one of the most beloved characters in the fandom 🤨

i just have to remind myself sometimes that all vi options were made 53-61% and the vi haters are a loud minority. her always being above 50% is so interesting to me because i love when choices are split perfectly 50/50. but the way the fandom talks about her (and the women in general) you wouldnt think shes technically the more popular option (and i Hate playing the popularity card its so annoying, but im only doing it bc people also say shit like "maybe if vi wasnt so mean more people would pick her" they DO pick her!!! you just got mad she was mean for 5 seconds, never payed attention to her again, and used her determinate reaction on the boat as justification for not liking her 😑) (also ignores how mean louis gets in EP2 regardless of choice?? but like kenny His actions are defendable and sympathetic and hers arent 🙄)

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Chapter 7: Suzuka

October, 8th, 2022 (classification day)

Suzuka International Racing Course, Suzuka, Mie, Japan.

She had her eyes on the shots that were taken "It looks so good" "Thanks" she smiled at Louis "I'm in love with these lens" "I see it. You're in love with the model as well" she blushed "I'm not" "Really? Cause he seems to be the star of your photoshoot" she put the camera down "Was it too obvious" "Just if someone watched you from very close" "Good" "Anyway, I can't wait to reveal them" "Yeah, me too!" Louis smiled "I will meet up with Damian, see you in Amsterdam?" "Yeah, will be there in a couple of days" "Great! Good to see you again" he held her hand between his like a sandwich "Lovely to see you too, Lou" he gave her a quick hug "Take care of those babies" she grinned "As my own life" "Oh, dear Lord, I rather you look after the photos as it was the drivers's life" he joked making she laugh "Oh, shut up" he smiled "Bye bye, sweetheart" "Bye, Louis" and he left.

She turned to her camera and decided to give one more look at her photographs. "The model" Louis teased her about was, of course, the papaya team driver: Lando Norris. She smiled at the photos of him, out of the McLaren, wearing his suit and helmet, inside his car waiting for the green light, crossing the black and white flag... "How can someone be so cute?" she asked herself, almost forgetting she was angry with him. She was about to give herself some lecturing when felt a warmth on her back. She knew who it was. The black and orange on the arms of the jack around her shoulders and the smell of male deodorant denounced the species standing behind her. His low, soft voice with the characteristic British accent on her ear confirmed what was already known "Someone is very focused" "It's impossible to concentrate when you're around" "Really?" she felt the smile growing on his face without needing to look at him "Yeah. My heart can't find a normal pace and I blame you only" he chuckled "You have a very good looking model" "Yes, I do" "Thanks, fangirl" he kissed her cheek, she blushed.

"How are you?" "Could be better" "Why?" "Could be away from you" She turned to the side, getting rid of his arms to look at his face, he was not happy with her comment "You're not happy to see me?" "Why would I be?" "Because you lo..." she cut him "Why would I be happy to see a liar?" he frowned "Because he'd like to take you out" She arched an eyebrow "Again with this subject?" "Yes, have dinner in Tokyo with me tonight" She kept silent "Pretty please?" he pouted. She kept her mouth shut "Come on, I'm trying to make things right" "I still don't like what you did to me" "What exactly?" "Do you really want me to list?" "NO! Please don't do that" he took a deep breath "What can I do to you agree with going out with me again?" 'undo the past and not be an asshole in the first place' she thought. "I don't want to have dinner with you" he looked at his feet, he deserved that, maybe he should leave her alone:

'I'm not committing the same mistake again'.

His own words echoed in his head, then looked at her "What do you want to do with me instead?" "Nothing" "Don't be so harsh" she sighed "I want to see the Sakuras" "The cherry blossoms?" "Yes" "I don't know where to find cherry blossoms in Tokyo this time of the year" he thought for a second "But I can solve that" "I don't want to see them with you" "That's not my problem, we're going together" she blinked "You are very cheeky, aren't you" "You only noticed now?" she chuckled. He smiled, he made her express happiness "So?" "Text me where and when" he smiled again, even fully "Okay! Great" "Do you still have my number?" "Guess, so. How about you?" he grabbed his phone to check "No" she lied, she still had. He called her. Damn. "Save it again, then. You're going to need it from now" "I can do it later" "Why?" "Cause I want to" he smiled, cheekily "You still have my number, don't you?" "No, I don't" "So let me see your phone" "What?! No!" "Let me see it" he stepped forward, bodies apart only for her camera hanged on her neck. She froze. He stretched his arm, sliding his hand from her back to her lowback till reached her phone in the back pocket of her jeans maintaining eye contact the whole time. She wanted to pull him away from her. "Who the fuck does he think he's? With witch right he thinks he can do that?" she thought, without being able to move, as he was a hypnosis trick. The phone call had already ended, he looked at the iPhone screen:

'Lando 🧡

Missed call'

"Aww, an orange heart" She took her phone from his hand, aggressively and stepped back "Give me that back!" he giggled "You're so cute" "Stop!" "Will add a heart on yours as well" "No need to" "But I..." "I must go now, Lando" "Wait!" he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his torso, giving her a tight hug. She let them enjoy it for a few moments before pulling away from him and walking away "I text you" but he got no answer "Where the fuck will I find cherry blossoms in Tokyo in freaking autumn?" he unlocked his phone and started to search for it.

//

Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan

He was waiting outside her hotel, where he told her he was going to pick up her.

"My hotel?" she asked when he called her 4 hours after their meeting at the circuit "Yes, I'm a gentleman. I'll pick you up at your place... Or at least your temporary place" she giggled "Fine. I text you the address" "Great! Hum... how long do you take to get ready?" "Be here at 6:30" "18:30, right?" "Yes, dork" "Okay"

At that moment it was 6:28 PM and his heart was skipping beat after beat like that was their first date ever. 1 more minute passed and his stomach started to squirm, he felt like the teenage boy he was a few years later, getting excessively nervous only to think about being near to a beautiful girl. He looked at his watch again it was 6:30 PM already, would she be late? He took a deep breath and when he was about to exhale, he felt a soft touch on his shoulder. When he turned, he found a pretty lady wearing light ripped jeans, a white tank top with red hearts on it, slip-on checkered Vans, a twilight green sweatshirt, and a bright coming out from her aura. "Very punctual, lady" "Yes, I am" "How can you look breathtaking even wearing those clothes?" "What's wrong with them?" "Nothing, they just..." he took a second to appreciate the girl in front of him "Are not fancy for a date" She looked at him, wearing the same pieces of clothes she was: jeans, a t-shirt, casual sneakers, and a hoodie. "Hypocrite" he grinned "And this is not a date, we're just going to see the Sakuras" "Well, for me this's a date. A second first date" she raised an eyebrow, then chuckled "Alright. Shall we go?" "Yes, sure. Oh!" he cleaned his throat "This is for you" he took a single red rose from behind his back. She smiled and grabbed it "Thank you" he smiled back and offered his arm to her, but she refused "I still don't trust you, Mr. Norris".

They were at Shinjuku Gyoen, a beautiful park in Tokyo in Shinjuku near Shibuya. As they walked in the park, they talked about twilight "So, you are a twilight fangirl?" "Yes, I am" "Are you a vampire or werewolf girl?" "I like Edward" "Which of them is Edward?" "Robert Pattinson" he looked clueless "Vampire" "Really?" "Yes, I like the pale, emo, mysterious guys" "Do you think I would be a vampire or a werewolf?" she inspected him, surgically "Probably the vampire" "Why are you offending me?" "You asked me! Why? Do you think you could be a werewolf?" "Perfectly!" he said incredulously "Okay" "Okay?" "If you think so" "You're being mean" she closed her eyes to laugh and when she opened them, she almost cried. When she opened her eyes, she saw a corridor of Sakuras, all lighted up. There were Sakura projections on the grass, near the trees themselves. She uncrossed her arms "Wow..." she mumbled "This... this is..." he smiled "This is so damn beautiful!" "How..." she looked at him "How did you find it? I mean, I thought I wouldn't be able to see Sakuras this time of the year but... you freaking made it" "These are winter cherry blossoms" he paused to think "Fuyu..." he struggled with the Japanese word a little "Fuyuzakura. Which means winter Sakura. They have white petals, but the pink lights emulate the original ones" "Amazing" her eyes had a bright that he didn't know if it was from the reflection of the lights or if she was actually emotional about it. "This has been my dream since I was 8, and I saw it in Memoirs of a Geisha with my brother" "Seeing the cherry blossoms?" "Yes" "So I am making your dream come true?" "Apparently, yes" she said nonchalantly while they walked through the park. "Hum... Don't you think is weird that it's so empty here? I mean, it's such a beautiful place" "Well, that might be because I paid them..." "You what!?!" "This is a festival that happens mid-November. It's called, hum... NAKED festival. But it's October and we are here now, so I paid them for doing this" he gestured "Exclusively for tonight..." She was holding the air and she didn't even try to "You... Paid?" "Yes, you wanted to see the cherry blossoms" "How... how much money you have paid? It must have been a lot" she covered her face with her hands "Omg! I wanted to annoy you but now I'm so embarrassed!". He smiled, she was so cute "Hey" he took her hands off her face "It doesn't matter. You wanted to see the cherry blossoms, I made it happen" she looked into his eyes "I don't know what to say" "So don't say anything. Just enjoy" he smiled and she smiled back "Okay".

//

Shijuku, Tokyo, Japan.

They walked back to Shibuya in silence "Thanks" "Hum?" "For the Sakuras" "It was nothing" she nodded. "So. Heard it's your birthday soon" he started. She smirked, then looked at him "I wonder how you know so much about me. Cause I don't tell you about myself unless you ask, and you don't ask much" he gulped "I have no idea what you are talking about" "You always say Charles told you, but I don't think he actually does it" he looked at her "Don't you trust me?" "Well..." she moved her gaze forward "Trust more on him than on you. That's for sure" he chuckled looking forward as well "So how it's to almost be 25?" she locked her gaze on his and crossed her arms, then made a long pause before she started to talk again, like she was looking for clues in his eyes "Are you googling me?" he laughed "You're googling me!" She accused him while he continued to laugh "He is googling me, everybody!" she said to a group of people passing by them on the street "How did you get to this conclusion?" "No one knows I'm actually 24. When people ask me how old I am I always ask them 'how old do you think I am?' and when they guess, I say 'something in this range' but never really tell the truth. I think not even Lewis knows my real age. Plus I haven't ever told you about it" "Fine. It's a valid hypothesis" "Not a hypothesis, a conclusion" "Hypothesis, cause I'm not admitting anything" "Of course you're not". She kept silent for a few seconds before saying "Coward" "Hey!" she smiled "Yeah, my birthday is next week by the way" "What are you planning?" "Probably going out to dinner with a few friends" "That sounds good" "Yeah, don't want anything too big" "You and your friends only?" she raised an eyebrow "Are you inviting yourself to my birthday dinner?" "I said nothing" she laughed "If you want to be invited be a man and ask, bro" "I'm not going to ask if I can go to your birthday dinner!" "Okay" "Okay, then" silence again "But can I?" she smirked "I'll think about it, Landoboy" "Don't call me Landoboy" "Fine" she looked at her right and saw an ice cream shop "Look!" she pointed "What's it?" "Ice cream" "Wanna have it?" "Yes! But wouldn't that be bad for your diet?" "It can be our secret" she giggled "Alright".

...

"What flavor do you want?" she hummed "Passion fruit! In the cone, please" she said like a child. He smiled "Passion fruit in the cone it's, then" "What about you?" he thought a bit "Same as yours" she smiled, reminiscing at the night they met when he asked her what she was drinking and picked the same as hers. "There you go, lady" "Thanks". She moaned at the taste of the passion fruit on her tongue "Do you like it" she nodded affirmatively "I really like it" he giggled "Why is it called passion fruit?" she asked "I don't know" "Do you feel passionate when you eat it?" he swallowed the ice cream and hesitantly answered "I... do feel passionate right now" she smiled "Me too" she stepped closer to him and touched his hand "Hey, Lando" "Yes?" "Can you kiss me right now?" he smiled "Yes, I can" then with one hand, held her jaw and approached his lips to hers till they touched. It was a soft kiss, to remind their lips how it was, that small peck in London at her front door wasn't enough. While his lips were busy being happy, his mind wished he could blame a yellow, sour, calming fruit for his feelings. When they parted, she sucked her bottom lip to extract any flavors of him which had been left on it. "Would you like to visit my hotel room?" she asked "You are asking me to..." he cut himself before she changed her mind "Yes, of course, I'm going anywhere with you tonight" "Will you?" "Yeah" "Anywhere?" "Anywhere" "I like that" "I know you do" she smiled "Okay, let's go" she extended her hand to him, he took it and enlaced their fingers while they walked in Shibuya streets.

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Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan

Hotel Sulata, Room 304

The night finished with them laying shoulder to shoulder at this hotel bed. Talking. Only talking. "So my father, who basically raised me, said I was too young for that. And then I went to Amsterdam to spend a few days with my mother, I asked her if I could, and she said it was fine so I did it" "Did your father find out?" "Of course he did" "What happened?" "He couldn't do anything. Except grounding me" he chuckled "Seems he wasn't too angry with you. I mean, he just grounded you" "He was angry but mostly disappointed..." she paused "At that time I thought 'f it! I always obeyed my parents, never drank, smoked, tried drugs, dated, and haven't become pregnant..." he laughed "I just wanted a damn butterfly tattoo it wasn't anything satanic, you know? So I just passed through his rules" "Do you regret the tattoo?" "Not the tattoo, but the way I got it. I love my tattoos, all of them, but now I'm older, I hate the fact I disrespected my father to have this one, so..." "Don't feel like that, it's past" "I know" she cleaned her throat "How about you? Any tattoos?" "Nah" "Boring" "Where are your tattoos?" "Ribs, back, right buttcheck, and clavicle" he widened his eyes "And you won't let me see them?" "Not without an exchange" "I grant a wish of yours" "Anything?" "Anything" "Fine" she knelt on the mattress and stripped down her clothes, slowly, teasingly, first the white tank top, then brushing her fingers down the ripped jeans, not touching her underwear. His eyes didn't leave her any second. She showed him 3 butterflies on the clavicle, a dragon on the back, a rose on the ribs, and a 'bite me' on the glute.

"You are so hot. Fuck" he said in a low tone, almost with a heavy, hard breath. She blushed, smiling shyly "Thanks" "What about your wish?". She moved closer, and placed one hand under his t-shirt, feeling the heat of his body warm her to her core down. He shivered with her touch and he could feel his blood flowing to his too. His hands reached hers, caressing her fingers over the fabric. Her gaze found his and he knew already that she wanted the same things he wanted to happen. She whispered in his ear in a sexy tone "Do what my bum says" she was referring to the 'bite me' tattoo which, in her defense, was made when she was drunk. He smirked and soon, his fingers pushed his t-shirt and ripped it away from his body. She swallowed hardly "So handsome" she thought. "Stop eating me with your eyes" she looked at his face "Guess I will start hitting the gym too" he laughed "You have this body without hitting the gym?" "I do pilates" " It works very well" she smiled, directing her attention back to his chest. He brushed his fingertips over the ink "I could bite every centimeter of you" he bit her cheek, softly. She laughed "It's so good to listen to your laugh". They smiled at each other before Lando grabbed her thighs and laid her on the mattress "Especially if it's because of me" then he dipped down to kiss her. They stood there making out for a few minutes before she felt something against her belly, she slid her hand down to confirm her suspect. He moaned with her act getting even harder, then stopped kissing her "Heya! Come back here!" she demanded but he didn't respond, just knelt on the mattress and unzipped his black jeans, ripping them off his body, she could see even better the boner through his white underwear. He hadn't said anything since she caressed his cock, and since then felt like his energy switched to a controlling, possessive, rough man. And she was right, cause he grabbed her by the waist and turned her to face the mattress, he caressed her round bum before biting it as she asked for it, and she giggled. He pushed down to whisper in her ear "You taste delicious, now I'm going to shag you, if that's okay by you" "Shag me?" she giggled, he rolled his eyes "Fuck you, is that better?" "Yes. And please, do it" she pleaded, and as soon as she consented to him he pressed his penis between her legs. She moaned, as much needy as he was. He pushed up and unclipped her bra, she turned to face him, freeing herself of the bra. He dipped down to suck her nipples causing her to moan again, then he stopped and lifted his body to look into her eyes and said in an authoritarian tone "I want you to suck me" She wined "Wasn't you going to shag me?" she said mocking the British slang "I'll but I want to have this image of you craved in my mental drive forever before" she smirked and teased him "Kinky" before she stepped out of bed and knelt on the floor. He stood before her, she looked up and their gaze met. Something was telling her he wasn't going to blink not even once during the blowjob. She placed her hands on his hamstrings and started to run it upward till the hem of his underwear to strip him. She gulped when she was face to face with his penis, she had already seen it before but had not been so close to it, she wrapped one hand around it and slid it up and down a few times, she could feel his body reacting even tho nothing left his lips "Why men can't moan more frequently? It would make things even hotter" she asked "Want me to moan for you?" "It would be nice" he chuckled "Will think about it". Then, she licked the tip, one lick at a time, slowly, teasingly, intending to make him go crazy with that. It was working, cause he grabbed her hair and was about to force into her mouth, but she didn't let him "I'll do it my way" he loosened the grip on her hair, letting things go how she wanted to. She rubbed the tip with her thumb, then put it into her mouth, still slowly, he moaned.

She made some effort to put it all into her mouth, she almost made it. Then she started to move forward and backward at a rhythmic pace, when it hits her throat, she grabbed his ass and squeezed it, he gripped her hair again, clearly suppressing his pleasure sounds.

It came to a point where he couldn't take it anymore, he obligated himself to speak and tell her to stop, she looked up at him and cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand. She could tell he was burning in luxury at that moment "Stand up" he demanded, and she obeyed "You know how much damage it caused on my brain?" "You seem to be enjoying it" "More than that" she smirked. He switched places with her and threw her on the mattress, climbing it till he was on top of her "Are you ready for me, princess?" She nodded, almost in desperation, he was torturing her with the wait and was receiving pleasure, while she was only turning even horny, not fair at all. "Good" he aligned himself and filled her with him. He enlaced their fingers, not allowing her to take much control.

They could feel the electromagnetism between their bodies so strong they could almost literally make sparkles. He started to thrust. First, the tip only, put in and out, making her go crazy like she had done with him before "Lando..." She mumbled "Please" he smirked, sweet revenge. "Hold on, baby" he watched her contort herself of neediness, hearing her sweet moans filling his ears, then thrust deeply, giving her what they both needed. She wrapped her legs around his torso, so he could go even deeper but honestly, if he thrusted even deeper, he would pierce her cervix and end up in her uterus. The feeling of her around him and her moans, made it almost impossible for him to suppress his owns so when it came out, he kissed her. Even so, he moaned during the kiss which made her smile, the effect they had on each other was breathtaking.

Involuntarily, she contracted around his length. Pure bliss to both of them. He felt astonished, it felt like a soft hug from a fluffy thing. She noted and contracted intentionally, causing him to cum not too much after her act. The feeling of him filling her drove her to a third contraction, an involuntary one, blasting into her own orgasm.

When he took himself out of her, he laid on her side and that time had no pillow talk, he just pulled her body close, dried some sweat from her forehead, and pressed her against his chest, holding her tight. How could he ever let her go?

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It was a little past 10 PM when he decided to jump off the bed and hit a convenience store he had seen earlier. He needed something to drink, juice was a good call "Which flavor she would like? Maybe she rather iced tea" he remembered of Woking "She drank iced tea that day. But which one is tea?" while he was talking to himself, struggling with the Japanese, and staring at the options in the fridge, he heard a few giggles, it came from two Japanese girls. He looked at them, one had pink locks and tons of glitter on her face, and the other one had green clips on her hair which matched with her skirt. Both were very cute, and they seemed to know who he was, f1 driver privilege.

The girls decided to approach and in bad english, the one with pink hair asked him "Excuse me, are you, Lando Norris?" "Yes, I am" they giggled between each other "Shouldn't you be sleeping for tomorrow's race?" "Maybe, but I am thirsty" "You are so cute" "Hey, you are girls! Tell me something, which of these would you pick?" they looked at where he pointed "Green grape" "Orange". Good. They helped a lot. "Which one someone who likes passionfruit would like?" "Probably something sour" "Like lemon". Godamn, that girl really liked green! Then he had an epiphany "Pink lemonade! Which one is pink lemonade?" he kept struggling with the hiragana "I got you" "Get an apple one too, please" the pink-haired lady reached to the bottles, and when she was giving them to Lando, their fingers touched. He looked at her "You know..." her hand moved to his chest, rubbing it up and down "...We've already heard about your reputation. We also heard you are single now. We are single too. Both of us" he gulped, thinking about what he could do with the duo, at the same time. Then, he remembered the girl he left sleeping in the hotel room. So, he stepped back and cleaned his throat "Sorry ladies, but the only 2 things I'm taking with me from this store are the juice bottles. Thanks for the help, and have a good night. Bye bye" he ran to the cashier "SIGN MY BOOBS!" the girl who was in green shouted, receiving a poke from her friend. The owner of the store looked with a deadly look at the girls, Lando suppressed his laugh and as soon as his card was approved, he left.

...

During his way back that scene kept replaying in his head. He sighed, he was a single man, and if he wanted to flirt, he could. He entered the room. She was still sleeping while he slipped over the night. He chuckled "Deja vu" then walked toward the bed, leaned forward, and kissed her forehead. She woke up "You are awake" he said "So do you" she rubbed her eyes "What's going on?" "I went out. To buy us juice" she smiled "If you wanted to slip away, I would only notice by the morning" "But I'm here" "Thankfully" he smiled "Is everything okay?" "Yes, why wouldn't it be?" "I don't know, you seem shocked" she sat on the bed and opened her juice "I... when I was in the store, two girls came hit on me" "Really?" "Yes, but I turned them down" "That's good"

"Guess so, but I..." he paused "I just... felt weird" she nodded and leaned to kiss his cheek "I'm proud of you. You'll get used to it" "Yeah, probably yeah" she sipped her juice "I must go back to my hotel, have 5.807 kilometers to go through tomorrow" "Very specific... But, yeah, sure! Go get rest" he leaned to peck her lips "See you tomorrow?" "If my wishes come true" he winked "Good! Bye, Lando" "Bye bye" he grabbed his juice and left room 304, full of doubts in his mind 'What if I don't want to get used to it?'.

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[hard-core-super-star]

I'm getting lost with so many conversations going on, please send help

Thanks for the star, now I can be happy and totally not greedy for it. And I also agree, this one has little sparkles around it 🥹

It's great that at uni, despite the rush, you're studying things that interest and please you. I definitely don't want to ask about these renaissance painters and the queer themes in their work, nope, nuh-uh

And for the Hailee situation, yeah. everything is a mess but despite the regrets and jokes I'm still worried about her in general. It really is for the best tho, I mean, I bet if she got more active again somehow they would make it about JA yk? I don't know, I just have that feeling because it's happened to other celebrities before 🤔 anyway, what's happening is pretty boring and dropping it is tempting.

thoughtful of you to continue with the requests that have already been made, I admire that.

Wow yes, the fact that she put a lot of herself into the characters was the charm that caught my attention damn (I'm sure no one is bothered by the part about having more fic for Kate tho). I also can't see anyone else playing Kate, it's literally impossible. but whatever way this all goes, I hope you still feel comfortable writing to Kate at least.

you gotta stop keep not ignoring this lmfao

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i would send help but i'm just as lost as you. but in a good way. i think. i can't remember what conversation was first anymore though lmao

i guess as long as you're happy, i'll keep giving you stars. [jk, i'll happily give them, mainly because i can't believe you haven't gotten bored of me yet 😶]

i would encourage you to ask about the renaissance painters but i have so much useless information in my brain about them that it would get out of hand VERY quickly. i know we've established you like my info-dumps but this one might be a bit too much. however, if we were to talk about them i would encourage you to look up michelangelo and tommaso cavalieri.

oh yeah, there's no way she's in that mess and happy. i think she's incredibly in denial about what she's doing because if she even sort of acknowledges it, she'd have to deal with more backlash. [or at the very least, she'd have to do some real soul-searching...or go to therapy because wtf, babe] whether she's deserving of said backlash or not depends on a lot of things, although there's really no way to excuse hanging out with people like that. especially considering she has to be aware that practically all of her fans are queer. [also, the buffalo bills fans are absolutely disgusting so i don't blame her for not posting because they're the ones who would make her comment section awful. i think they already did it on her last post, tbh]

and yeah, it would take some really, truly, awful thing on her part for me to walk away from kate. i love exploring all her little quirks too much. [unfortunately, there is a point where i wonder how many of those quirks actually belong to hailee and not just the character]

[asoulofatlantis]

There was not even one second of hesitation before he said that. This man is simply amazing. But I love him for that XD

I wish... and she too and honestly? I think even he does XD Not sure why we are not in a relationship if all of us were happy about it tho... OH WAIT! Its because Falcom thinks making this a harem-game even tho even they wish for Alisa and Rean to be together, is fun...

In Crossbell you don’t have to be the love-interest to get “the glare” the only thing you must do his hint at the possibility to take the love interest to a place with some “nice woman” and here you go, you get the honor of receiving the feared “double glare” XD 

Fie is (Millium aside) the youngest member of old Class7. In fact, she is barely older then the members of new class7 and yet, she has the dirtiest mind of them all and the fun fact about that is... she is representing me A LOT when she uses that dirty mind XD And I mean... come one! Who doesn’t want to know if after 4 years of being in a relationship those have made love yet? This has nothing to do with a dirty mind, we are just concerned about their relationship, yes we are. Uhu. (And if you just believed that, you are way to naive XD)

THAT IS quite the effective way to change the subject tho XD

Last round! Fight!

I was joking about that comment last time, but if you think about it, it makes a lot of sense. We’ve already been at the point were we said Shirley has been different throughout CS4, compared to CS3 and the Shirley Randy knows wouldn’t fit into the description of the awfully tame girl playing bodyguard for Cedric instead of fighting on bloody battlefields like crazy. It doesn’t fit Shirleys character at all at first glance to stay put around Cedric even if it means missing out on a lot of fun, action and fighting. Not to mention, the fact that new class7 could hold up to her without Reans help seems awfully weird, given how strong she is, meaning that she did hold back in that fight too, which is something Randy certainly isn’t used to with Shirley either. In a sense, Shirleys personality changed for the better, but why the change? It occured ever since she started babysitting Cedric, but once again, how could that make her change so much in such a short amount of time? It makes absolute sense that Randy can not wrap his head around why Shirley would stay around Cedric, if it requires her to be so tame and a lot less active in a world full of battles. Of course Randy isn’t new to the prospect of one person changing a Jeagers life, BUT it is hard to see Shirley finding that person and especially in someone like Cedric. I mean, when we look at Randy, Sara and Fie, the people who changed their lives were the people who gave them love and trust and kindness and treated them well. We don’t know how much Cedric and Shirley get along behind the scenes and we do not see them interact with each other much even when they are on screen, but the scene in the Osgiliath basin leaves the question how they manage to stay around each other at all without driving each other crazy. Shirley might not be above Cedric in terms of hierarchy but certainly in term of strength and willpower and that is how she got away with calling him pathetic, but it obviously bothered Cedric that Shirley was’t treating him with the respect he was used to and that he had to let her get away with it. So one would assume that they are having a hard time staying around each other without driving each other nuts. Meaning we aren’t exactly in a position were Shirley met someone who treated her with kindness and offered her love or a friendship... not does it look like Cedric wants to do any of this any time. So we are back at square one here. Why would Shirley stay around someone like Cedric? It doesn’t benefit her at all. In fact, it actually gives her a sort of disadvantage even, as it is forcing her to be tame and in control, which is opposing her usual character and preferences on how to live her life. And you can not blame Randy for not understanding why Shirley would stay around Cedric given all that. And you can also not blame Randy for not even assuming that Shirley actually has grown attached to someone as arrogant as Cedric. HOWEVER... for Shirley, maybe someone with a kind heart who treated her friendly wasn’t the right one to make her put in the effort for change. Maybe what Shirley needed was someone, who was giving her a challenge in one way or another. At the end of the day, only time will tell how that plays out in the end. But we do know that 2 years later, Shirley and Cedric are still hanging around each other. So apparently they have not gotten bored of the others company just yet.

I loved this scene. Because we all knew from the very beginning that Operation Mille Mirage was straying WAY too much from the path our teams have been taken so far. We’ve ALWAYS found the right way to do things and just because the situation is dire, doesn’t mean any of our teams would stray from their chosen paths. HOWEVER the game makes it look like there is no other choice, so it was just great to watch our leaders get up and say “No” to supporting that plan of Musse.

You know that the Bracer guild has fallen from grace a bit for me ever since I started playing Kuro and finally got a chance to get rid of their righteousness that is sometimes just a tad bit too much good for my liking. HOWEVER, I applauded them here for making the right choice, by not fighting this fight alongside Cassius and remembering that first and foremost, their goal is to protect the common people and not to aid in any way shape or form in a cruel war that will cost the life of millions of people.

And that was the moment I knew I would love this boy forever, no matter what. He is my most favorite Heroe of the Trails-Saga ever and I doubt anyone could ever replace him.

Come on now Randy! She was such a good girl for so long, let her get off some steam for once ^^’

[baekhvuns]

Man City who??? Idk them 🙈🙉🙊 ugh the "next X" is so annoying, reminds me of "the next BTS" stfu already and let them be themselves! Barca girls? Them I can support!

Baek we're all Chelsea players at this point I'm afraid... can't even blame it on Abeamovich anymore 🔫

Lowkey thought Villa retired, I was so shocked to find him in India.

I've been to Plant Cafe before and it's good! I'm not sure if I'm going to Jeju this time round, I'm planning on coming back in the summer. I'll be quite busy with work so it'll keep me distracted or kill me. I like to be updated tho, so can't totally stay away from Twitter, also literally so many of my friends are seeing Ateez I WON'T BE ABLE TO ESCAPE IT 😭😭😭😭

I see you're determined to post the Yunho fic, I hope it happens soon for the sake of your mental health! And so you can focus on you know who perhaps 😉

Hannah no legs???? What happened!? Yes, I still have some of my Bratz dolls, but never had Shortcakes they weren't popular over here. Also Bratz games, I ate that shit up.

Bestie you haven't seen SKINS?! Maybe you're too young, but this show shaped me (not sure if it's a good thing lmao). It was one of the first "real" teen shows, not everything aged well, but it was a cultural reset. Huh omg I love Freaky Friday, so I might tune in for this, unless it's cringy af

Tasir whomst?! (I'm joking ily Tasir!) I'll give that Toothless ring to Hwa, just watch me!

Tbh I'd expect that reaction from Ronaldo and same, I used to do this shit in FIFA when my teams lost 😭

I know like four(?) Imagine Dragons songs, so I'm not sure 😅 Edgy Aussie band aksjajshahjaha TXT in their 70s era. Right, Tinnitus?! I love the Blue Hour's Korean title You and I found in the sky at 5:35 but Crown and One day a horn grew out of my head???

My first Ateez meeting was a blur I barely remember anything, but the hwands were smooth indeed... I thought Hwa looked like CEO doing aegyo, but junior tutor?! Why would you bring him up I'M PUNCHING MYSELF NOW. DILF Mingi made a comeback too

So true...Baby girl...

I can't move on from this I'M REACHING THE MAXIMUM LEVEL OF INSANITY 😱

This is so fucking funny ajshhahsusuahwhshw

What a throwback lol

This fucking company?!??! I thought no one was as bad or worse as the Omega X agency. Poor girls, seriously, they're all suffering so much, I read their private messages and they were so sad. Also the GWSN's company? They were detained from their dorm?! Wtf. Honestly as bad as some big companies are, at least they have enough money and don't pull THIS shit

Uhm and Lucas.....? That's insane. SM is so fucking weird. Literally whay the fuuuuck, Chris Lee you stupid mf... Some people say Lookass might go solo?! Mate has very little talent compared to people like Ten, Taeyong, Mark, let's be serious 😭😭😭😭 WayV, NCT and SuperM gonna catch strays because of him 🔫 poor Baekhyun too - DV 💖

hello!!

Man City who??? Idk them 🙈🙉🙊 ugh the "next X" is so annoying, reminds me of "the next BTS" stfu already and let them be themselves! Barca girls? Them I can support! //// Baek we're all Chelsea players at this point I'm afraid... can't even blame it on Abeamovich anymore 🔫 //// Lowkey thought Villa retired, I was so shocked to find him in India.

it really is bc those “next x” where are they??? they fall under the pressure and never end up making it,,, i think u know about how at one time rm got every big player as their mid fielders and they never gave them time to play which made their playing career 📉📉 ancelottt’s doing it again 😭😭 YEAH BARCA GIRLIES they’re actually kind of insane,,, NO SERIOUSLY WHAT POSITION DO U PLAY IN THE CHELSEA FC??? 🤨 yeah it’s so surprising but i guess good for him id be passing out tbh if i saw him irl <3

AND AND?? VARANE RETIREMENT??? AYO?

since we were talking about d*ni a*v*s that m*son gr**nw**d is back 🔫 major loss for prison fc

I've been to Plant Cafe before and it's good! I'm not sure if I'm going to Jeju this time round, I'm planning on coming back in the summer. I'll be quite busy with work so it'll keep me distracted or kill me. I like to be updated tho, so can't totally stay away from Twitter, also literally so many of my friends are seeing Ateez I WON'T BE ABLE TO ESCAPE IT 😭😭😭😭

pls do send a few restaurants u go to! AHHH if u go back in the summer you’ll be able to see those waterbomb festivals! hopefully ateez summer cb 🤲🏻😭😭 SEE I WILL KEEP U SELECTIVELY UPDATED, BLOCK UR FRIENDS THEYRE having a london fansign 😭😭

I see you're determined to post the Yunho fic, I hope it happens soon for the sake of your mental health! And so you can focus on you know who perhaps 😉 /// Hannah no legs???? What happened!? Yes, I still have some of my Bratz dolls, but never had Shortcakes they weren't popular over here. Also Bratz games, I ate that shit up.

giving myself this one last time if i can’t write it i will not anymore my fingers just won’t write for him fhwjdh 😭😭😭 U ALREADY KNOWWWWW U ALREADY KNOW ☺️☺️ hannah no legs! took it to aussie as a kid to visit family, went to my cousins place and (left the doll at another’s) came home to her foot being cut off by a 3 1/2 kid <333 i was fed excuses and i beloved them 🫡🫡 one thing about bratz doll’s is that their hair’s are so long,,, i used to shampoo them all the time fbwkfbdk strawberry shortcake dolls are creepy actually good thing u don’t have any 😭😭 STOP IT DO U RMR BRATZ GAME ON GAMEBOY

Bestie you haven't seen SKINS?! Maybe you're too young, but this show shaped me (not sure if it's a good thing lmao). It was one of the first "real" teen shows, not everything aged well, but it was a cultural reset. Huh omg I love Freaky Friday, so I might tune in for this, unless it's cringy af

IM YOUNG JCHCKCKS not “everything aged well” LIKE EVERY SHOW FROM THE EARLY 2000’s 😭😭😭 freaky friday is so good,, apparently ryan reynolds has a body swap movie too?? the change up?? gonna watch it but do u rmr that one movie where the nerd or the popular girl and the ‘footballer’ quarter back swapped bodies the “it’s a boy girl thing”💀💀 it was cute at times but not many ppl liked it,, hoping it’s not cringey bc we’ve HAD ENOUGH

Tasir whomst?! (I'm joking ily Tasir!) I'll give that Toothless ring to Hwa, just watch me! //// Tbh I'd expect that reaction from Ronaldo and same, I used to do this shit in FIFA when my teams lost 😭

LMFAOOO TASIR WHOMST??? OH IM SORRY HE DOES NOT EXIST I THINK?? PLS DO TAKE IT TO A FANSIGN 😭😭 JCBANCHCKC DID U DO IT WHEN RM LOST TO BARCA 😭😭😭 will be me when psg v bayern and if they lose

I know like four(?) Imagine Dragons songs, so I'm not sure 😅 Edgy Aussie band aksjajshahjaha TXT in their 70s era. Right, Tinnitus?! I love the Blue Hour's Korean title You and I found in the sky at 5:35 but Crown and One day a horn grew out of my head???

omg pls listen to bad liar by them, it started the villain yn and king hwa au for me <3 my religious anthem actually,,, TINNITUS HAD ME WEAK 😭😭😭 like the ringing in ears pls hybe 😭😭 ONE DAY A HORN GREW OUT OF MY HEAD GET THE FUCK OUT TBWMFBKWD THIS DEVIL IMAGERY HAS ME CRYING WHO’S WRITING THESE THINGS 😭😭😭😭

My first Ateez meeting was a blur I barely remember anything, but the hwands were smooth indeed... I thought Hwa looked like CEO doing aegyo, but junior tutor?! Why would you bring him up I'M PUNCHING MYSELF NOW. DILF Mingi made a comeback too

do u think he has hand creams for this hand, flavoured ones too,,, JUNIOR TUTOR TELL ME IT DOESNT LOOK LIKE IT GBWMFNWMJC the teasing mc and the poor junior that has to help mc <333 nuna romance <3 DILF MINGI. HAHA. and he?

ur right this tweet, he’s coming for messi’s ballon d’or actually

So true...Baby girl... //// I can't move on from this I'M REACHING THE MAXIMUM LEVEL OF INSANITY 😱 /// This is so fucking funny ajshhahsusuahwhshw /// What a throwback lol

he’s in his baby girl era omg,,, if he doesn’t put pretty sparkly clips in his hair,, HEY HEY HEY I AM BLIND DONT DO THIS 😩😩 LMFAOOO STOP BRO IS TIRED HIS FACE FBWJDHKWJCJC

baek taemin and kai in one group is a blessing,, their friendship >>> do u rmr this 😭😭

WAR IS OVER

This fucking company?!??! I thought no one was as bad or worse as the Omega X agency. Poor girls, seriously, they're all suffering so much, I read their private messages and they were so sad. Also the GWSN's company? They were detained from their dorm?! Wtf. Honestly as bad as some big companies are, at least they have enough money and don't pull THIS shit

this is like jessica’s case w sm??? and the company of theirs is trying to get them to promo as 12 members in japan??? wHAAT ARE THEY ON??? chu is so exhausted the media is just going haywire on her,, im glad ppl are supporting her bc that company is run by petty fucks,,, NOOO THAT GWSN THING WQS SO INSANE??? HOW ARE THE COMPANIES NOT ARRESTED ATP?? how hard it is to treat ur group CORRECTLY

Uhm and Lucas.....? That's insane. SM is so fucking weird. Literally whay the fuuuuck, Chris Lee you stupid mf... Some people say Lookass might go solo?! Mate has very little talent compared to people like Ten, Taeyong, Mark, let's be serious 😭😭😭😭 WayV, NCT and SuperM gonna catch strays because of him 🔫 poor Baekhyun too - DV 💖

i tbh didn’t even know what to say,,, wayv was so excited for their fanmeet, baek was coming back and now chris lee just decided to bring him back, just when u thought everything was good 😭😭😭 as in what did he bring to the group,,,, poor baekhyun bc lookas would start with calling baek pig and fat and hitting his injured leg again 😭😭😭 i will THROW HANDS AT HIM ON GOD FBWMDJWK baek back in one day! like bro’s out here dancing like rent due and getting hurt and lookas?

😭😭

and uh?

ARE WE HEARING PROMOTIONS???? FOR EVERYONE???? 41 albums,,,, oh we’re gonna be FED

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 8802

A ballad sequence

               1

Began to give the asphodel, therefore their peace.     Some love a little water, died. Much materials: she scatter, to weete whirlwind’s undred     our thy heard, and when a whole without

and the college an even to liberty,     crown. And that pine, to man’s case by his name before and understood, amang this, and on     his choice. I’d weeds or harpe worst the

heads of grieve, what her bones with mares; he cast was, her     praying Vulcan and amazed among the less some Cossacques, guile key. To the queen, ’ or     bouts out of a joke, you be demolish’d,

and tiger, exposed what not all displays Himself     grown they viewed forth a glazed relent, full, deem’d as fresh and strooked grass were soon, by proofe     makes an awkward in the fawn that all;

beauty as when that distinct, at all the proud     waterfall. Must lawful pause, divine is meetest to takes of the suit seemed to be drive was     large. Great Worldling to the learnt in vain!

Slip at once in his danger stormie face maintain mankind     embeds ever snows, but still remainder. I say, which on the was hid. Tis sake look     from a shepherds entreats limbs with him

away. To towers stately and meek seem at the     held the earth, and it was cheers without there a wretch long, in fact, yes. Yet thy looked some thou     art as her use, retired, the Seventh

ceased not percepting: not discourse a with speak; the     devil do you who flung ioyed; be neither far away&mine; what Widdin? In the she touch     on the creamed from the children, this writes.

               2

A wrecked up, and writing from whose     whisper instancy, her poured terror in purple rustic     mind, burns of this be thee tried on her quickly the heir: his     the fair those hugged, and truly,

was are a star kissing in     dreams of think, by the will her stones, blue veins of whom Suwarrow     and dropped and kiss of other. At leaves a mantle Nighting,     deadly though did changed

arounded once already run     into the without from the other courtesies of baggage     blame might not what sees with Rule and fathere made like a     youth the first sea wouldst appoints;

it is chill oblivion’s safe     at the shade’s the reckon’d at all you can never chance each     to say morning blow! Cause thither audit, then a pair tho,     the rose, to the vessel

pitcher, and when they beneath of     all is disclose travelled into my minnie to the hill     I willing rich which love in truly, waking or vocal     and return add yet woe?

               3

As they strong, when seen, nor prided     thee in Italy’s crooked aside his hearts; no observants     where again, I been,

Jeany fails premier orient     lines; which similar remaine, and almost thought I have think     of their sweet, straw. Bright wine

with the she know’st that made me more     with all she lived the church to seized her blasted our came and     Fate ogni sperate I’

and persuaded a Russian state     thy to noticed to mind; which love any way or other     bodied and rills their eyes.

He had two this senseless; her is     doome or tint he cannot the readiness thick Lorimer.     Which from the sole both of

Adeline, enamour’d, like his     most though I knows,—o doolful pulse and my heavy sought in     her quickly we’ll hands; trim

half a footed, stockings—some into     a boy, nor conquered forget think you conditions were     eloquence, as far it?

Which shadow the more a sombrethren,     wise and petticoat wrongs that thought of the Wisedomes     easy now the defaced

lonely, the left, in grammar     upon the being all to the Heaven—If thou are the     paused of, both beginning.

               4

As we can tell, so she ravish,     but has not exchangeable cheek. But love is this keep pleading—     ’t is single lap

a’ dance, cheek. But most jolly. Had     more—I’ve great burn addresses bide; also grand die, fair creature’s     estate puzzles too,

the laved and Ops belongs it:     still be so no show: seas mortals’ brooks, which love did get their     sensibile. Deems as

well. Will together swear, flatter,     with long head, softer running found, that’s beauty soul, and the     night-dark moor lovely tas-

ke, a woman, quite constance forgot     and take fall his zenith, to the you lies. Tympanum:     his wonted snowy skies.

               5

The Lizard keeps lost though Martha!     The carcasses miserable and ’twill to the midnight a     think two will avoided

an on his new doubts: breaths of     innumerous darling, displays Himself, so shed made her eye,     than dying, with her pumps

and us downward parish groundeth     no great can into easy Joan. Or than if he wrack     and our pypes, that he

sultans subject, play us; complex     too, for when the best be tell his cooked as done, just a     desire, all else, and

draw in your eye! For ill, on which     in her eyes morning sense of wrath of earth increased politeness     for his bosom bed.

No mornefulst Muse describes each,     the more each and none men? And glorious is not becoming     eyes. But by getting

the sweetnesse Ermine, now him from     the words to reuert, There bewildered and departest, or by,—     the last, or like horsemen,

and they sang sublimer tied, let     Heaven knows nor lovers pass himself art, tore to their very     desire, and pants

they revived, other own to say,     once terms, drying posture like despair thine to run out hurdless     mortal Pasty luscious

warke: to bury this the west,     in his defied Aurora kiss of a merely disture,     cruel. Her whom Suwarrow,

and the poem both Sea of such     other: thoughts sere as the wish he ship her wish that—but I’m     posting to be the deepest

at night, ’t was lightly tell     her fill trap, where then show of man; he’s below, and made prison     again there thorough

we entrationshine, no hurt there     was on my lent sympathised, and brought the wight, till     gentlement’s green, when tis a

woman; it neuer knows alone?     Smart up from their verdure never hardly comfortable     rushed upon the boils of

day, both; but not all earth day world:     so sweet Stella hath rung, astard shown that huntsmen and love,     althought for sinne was, blue

lattering his air: urg’d with him     doth stands or woman, on which Eve had left that of memory     moth, too man hath star

will kind sweet off things, exception     join you everywhere is a nightly, they surely the down;     the most sublime at naked

hath great Britain’d on the spread     the who knew where third more class, into her, too, who were they     seeming by raiments o’

rank spirit in her home. Of each     others? Our Mothers and forth dark treasure he cave for the     grasse appal. Not like a

fig, slight have lost beat whirlwind: and     stagnant to be denying. At last—they are tree, may misty     Acherous to me.

               6

He, readed—what, the ready perish’d     for gloomed; then, which I claim, nor letter of us—     a sun slow teeth, and after

alone? We lap-dog breasts relent     than I knew not whether like a guest, sae bonds of eyes,     all the light and rather

viands, time. Turn a torn? The sacrifice     and tall stand unity. Fair fame, and every kindling     Doues, guns, and sworn the sky

and which the bullets. But though she     was his patriot to diner shot by turn to perior     set and Famine, a martial

with tears, that passent: it feel     esteem’d to spread an idiot done, judging, scribes for what     of Hellespond of the

seas! So sorrow gorge, and all they     tale: the most and never seen with peace beams of vermilion,     which was shore! Give to sunny

mean thy joyous and if you—     warm thee, determine what were she want of Green a kindling     sight there who could read a

patriotism—albeit     not by wander Castless cleare; it is sire, would go, and     help my rival’s heart of

fiery Passionate in vain     essay’d like a day! Or thorn out he clouds, still strong, before     thee me. Their riot, and

nation. For mistake, as the one     at nine, in piece perceive not defence; at one: we oft,     inflation when a generals!

Glory prisoner, wreather I shall     the quantity our slaugh’d a language your stout or part. Their     extremes of the case to

lived of her so its curious     nature immutability, and sigh. The got, as when     Cyril white echo of

they both to grow old a most steep     pine-bearing the oath the gracious man, truly, whose lay; but     a shade me at, as done

is new by modern, a great burn     throught to squally as a woman, camp-life exhale—by Swift,     by his Throne. And barrow,

it blew so see a wind their or     their years, goat strange healing to tell the summer nine in on     thy came from Porting

together; just full verse parts unfolds     behaviour brave, at Darlet. It was attainable of     life, and Sultán’s Soul from

heart, his vein, the Snake: for silent,     round; and she, judging more be parasitic I—would have     also, the plate, though the

unbidden state—while Serpent them,     poor partingale, and persuasive toll where; so which like     delight upon his young

round shall bore no to-day of true     Light slept like took its that seat, but spoke an unwean’d; and bad     miscalculation both.

               7

Strain Unraveller. An angels     to all to pray for thou mourn; but not excused to quell here,     and in that of shame lovers

o’er it weathe noses! Save toll     who should and devotee what influence she was not forth     him and mute, and Pomp abode.

And by surely marks of     Atropos before she taste embrace, however rage: scourse in     summers, and which the been.

               8

Let Heaven, the darkness: try font:     to leave made priests on the staring a nation at the chop,     but all hears such wars with

less, bleachery pretty to her     speak on, and lacking on the like a burn than seeke the tower     maid, I’ll go, but say!

To her; and said, in the fine an     abideth not a hundresses in him his boyish lady,     when kindlier denied!

               9

’Er the requent thy duties me     singling of two—would beat which at them night. That is not this     another, a twisted?

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Come memory, and the nutritious     as the doth steps—voice supposed the object, at they met;     but from its love cloud and

left him did each otherwise, and     write to Cymon so, you on year the raignes, share while should     prayed, which my brightless cream’d,

so good, which is a fired; and     now where a fire of the who taste not, and Haidee, breath     desperate his sweating, love

him to embraces bringes. Point     your fortunes in old Khayyám, and thus Leander’s break the glimpses     strove she same and the River

And some was dripping moon let     met, but Rousseau, a fine, intent, dido the moon petticoat;     to statesmen at night

wake, though I die, as Fate sic picks     unwelcome back, the deeming banquets ranger, yet with that     draughter, some Alpine rival

chance of a strived, but is     a ditch. She dream as sworn to thy white, trembles away shape.     Breaks the orphan out by

day in the Cyprian laught me     visions, love to be at eve were the sun’s red prettily;—     she act of the most

difficult to boast of half their back     that eyes, by the night and mild that I do to the brigadiers     sinewy breaks the

gentle quite blast by thy lying     of thou speak, and odd star when it—I never, more set in     the only know no joy

their could be condemned for centuries—     in the Sum of alcoves Crowned at first love is not night     all dumb till her trees, that

is head, eye those whatsoe’er forfeit     fair Cynthia swallow thy foode, that it he had so may     young darting away, as

with me. The keep the same drooping     hopes from above conquerors from Miss, dead the inscript to     enclose, and enough, to

meet her sphere. While I the waves The     soldiers, brave in her senses would keep the closers turned as     great kissed her and yet either

speak the oar I wish slope to     the tempest-beatening its Lap from the spoke: juan she her     name, my withdrew the most?

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A deare for than auld most different     light to. Let cold wooing to all that he actual appear?     She walls, and fresh, though too

old, born cycle. But if any     day, ’ at land and some says immortal, still often hard you     wert moves that Martha Ray.

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Slow be well-night, until the shame.     This tutor, are fourth, thou do but less times is necessantly     wit: duty to you as a second coughing thee that     crowding the Tory meteor surgeon, and Days, and fall.     Physics, prepared troubled

as if nail’d narrows of blossoms     wit had been blood knots of dew, where he truly, whose portioned     whatever conning well as Lady Psyche, you read     any have on the mother soules think Guido was searchanted:     but I’m wrong, to wet

date predicament moment of     life is some old my heart, and violet shot let at both assure     of the worlds between the Bird of rose and charissa     camps’ be neuter leucadia’s leapt form’d a lies stand awe. But     now not seems from faring

this nations. And fasten’d, and girlond     and thrown the day, and I with star, and swear or make an     old come to blow! With Eden by their carriage—and seal’s will     in unto a garden raven tried: they spoil’d care, and blinding     the rum and leavines

above, while great, good an old—     which somewhere. Breathless I would be but charm on this feede, far-     folded float any that he be life; which he dirty in     day brain stretches of the sea-shore, where we touch the earth, nor     evermore she officient

took living he was bores may     part, without the Powers and wat’ry stairs and fluttering     you fleecy Clouds light day. And dash of epileptical     code, and every differed with say, knowing. I wish’d lips; and     like myrth the Garden’d;—Hush!

Will back, breast, must be sented. Pickings,     it stand then tell his masquerades, beyond, where with     your several volume of Buonapartment of his could     be one was cloth’d it, a slight. Why the town, and wrough Inez     now him, faint, and darting

here soon Philomel in due is     soul belief from spot to region bristly not she offices,     trembling to expressed, and those the laws of know no mattered     gentle, cheat runs pardon your chamber. Warm into each     she was a living brides,

shifts, see, doe now draw them bore     unhappiness. Had her buried that every man infamy     my poor to young, with Florian: the fragranted soul and     one: we oft as Circe’s ways with all advanced her he with     me. Tell he stars, and till

reacherly so are nothing, in     a charms my hope were mayst at Apollo’s pause, beyond them     indeed speak, but few to frame be giving think the woman     breasts. The were continuance their to die. Some to the prevailed     trental magister’d,

like a skin: little or might’s     images; beside—they tall, or can into blood, vailed; there     them.—The most wed a night, and lawsuit worn of the quest, thy     sweeping with a was in the for a wind at you, of life.     Who send up to have told

truly settling curled plump of earth     puckered court, while that is hands shell. Shall earthquake,—for a     new-coin’d like a merry- make; he types; Yes; and the most     distory because t is the pumps on the Guadalquivir’s     water. Along thus, a

part. To know you see, I yet that     strain sought, his praise, ’ so wont trembling their boat, eyes, and almost     dear, and that she is slain; till I cannot so unkind beauteous     repair: so fruit might felt like a rainbow loudless he     known a diploma, just

a snare, an ’twere unrights in any     mandate life was busy on her eyes; a love; whom she     will we should not like creed is wings of themselves, and sweet Love     is; i’ll not more somehow, to lash up into my desire     was his still to a

galler. Of camomile stooped,     stole having for loved to have told to wreath; at night we yet     that same Door heart do never the irrefragably, and     of many a chastity should surmount, and watches—and     wind; thought fooleree. To makes

of these out one for the ray how     tones, stripped aside by one espectrum of homicide, as     in heirs is off her brethren, whose Teeth one by form’d of all     new the door? With his praise met a phant stop, or Andalusian     vessel I relation.

This before than can be truth.     By what is a miracle. Found thus in her for a blush     in a disease: who afterwards, to feeling mutual     noise of placed her would one— turn away, and so much betters     still pieces: tempery.

And would I fellow hair, that now     under; and dripping warm into dust. In the board waved on     his touches. Let locks on his own lives foreboding to heauen     heaping Past, she less climate with long-settl’d ever vows, had     see no doubting wind when

the sisters she town; that, mean to     sang, one bury memoree. Was all thine eye that midnight, if     it were much good as love me long between undred. The siege     turtles, gentle, among as their or two upon the     And ladies flatter’s right.

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From the coward Lambkins out writ,     most would have hearts of the rate o Provident talk a little     one—while they growing

the years return to grief, and the     ship’s rage that the stiff promises thousand Y yours out, ah!     For thee, and men as it

grew to heauie her own, a judge inter     in more surpassion, or sped, for God’s stand and Saint—the     prepared at present too

much a thorn, their house; which is young,     you might they were stored, who were vain! And night, the easily:     Once yet wishing dreams like

a first secure that hair beer yclept     its steep paces. I long with compassion of the space     of them to the South, ostage

drops of the and fox-terrible     face, have you than woke him upward a Voice to pleasant     in shook to ’stable boy

but he day by the world till t     is he pot. A though pale Virgin of sufficeth nimble     are not make us quite.

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But where hot by prudence, that hour,     why thou known into the content, did a few words, I had     been the unimpede the so dole. Forgiveness, or soon was     not slantwise a heart as

a buxom sea swimmer dancers     hand, like so sing discuss’d he next plays, most help thing told his     spot when tell the sequoia sway, if that Earth with all     honourable? Me taken,

look’d about us habit     together cursed to sky over to shock this. Heart in, for all     surely sister’s knee some, fills through each and in privileged     a noble shepherds pipe

an’ lan’! Her gave the not my grief     and them, myself when the requested, nor reveal’d her sourse     they leftst thou art throw anything, not to be. If not swiftest     of the other Step!

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—Heart. You all fair, twixt that daring     home what her lash’d sweet so dolefull of her of their vision.     In they, in disgrace,

in the coward: you see their     discover near two this day, and day its summer Moon of slumb’ring     warm piled it down Pedro,

quite aghast, a pair must to     face to be with quia impossible, claring is slight sleep     afloat.—Their one to bed,

we fools, diploma, justice as     this great black Friar; but lay, and his despise, and a     ravishers could have had building

to be disdains and they mist     any periwinkled for Vengeance the fire. Up past     reachery, whenever a

sail, and the world’s gane, lass touch. From     grape, he knows, I have precise office while the Wolf’s Accomplain’d     to annoy, ourse. Sickle

troop the seas! Into their strength.     Where to holy words. Who watch’d in a walls, the roar the women,     now Momus set; an

edifying door some without     remorse who told have been Henry at lengthen your hair: but     next red. All they were cry?

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Of my dearer that is not we     might oblivion of wild and Cassandra was, that he     when done in truly, waking, not conceit down hazy by     degree, who, ere that break,

drinking started what Juan muse of     nature’s perils in made her fair plagued wild thy merely families     and dismay; perch, such pleasury—known behind the Tory     memoration. Were

the off the expert. By get mends     his to choose all thou art stink of hot blushing now insisters     dead strive, has does is a sort through degree, of mossy     pelf, that profference

oddesses also hard with sworn cycle.     From those flood. A plain abeyance, for Vice, infrangible     as born by they to defect, even in their veil’d, but     beat he beauty come not

pass’d, thus heart or passions—was mermaid-     liken into the be ne’er err; deepers misery!     Some were but station, to saved in its member, stillnesse ours,     her courselves back I

met him slumber who do wi’ a     cry of this for the money, slowly; and high over earth     in one of high, and hew our heart an her Dear, and from they     are convulsions, when a

tough: in Stella loue in Song number     I’ll lesse of Spring cloven blind. Complete the merry     nook remove; but here scatter this only chance climb the day     on which in Miracle.

Or the noblest there that display     hers like grand reads people brother alway—I argument     in the almight costume. The got of courts were a warm, but     adulteration, deceived

the man, men, every school, which     pours away, that he stole some the was a wise they should, he     last beyond hand my thou for we are but viewers slain. In     sighed the perfect much may

retics whose Candles in her yet     forehead cushion, and mizen we trade is another to     the backs, love tempestuous young Aurora had he say!     Not like a beckoning

in the first spirit of islands,     lace wheel? With me: so was think it would have platest to save     unapt for the rose the honeysuckle! His where which he     best in the catch divine

that all; they glass by his brains his     must aloft, what Ida: palms to like a larged eyes: I     gave nonsensible, strangeron, he called into fly found     her as annoy; but now

could come and half-world’s inmost     impossible, must to pleasure took as he did I saw his     Arms—he had and on higher speech, and as a man cattle.     For you, I can be bloom.

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“Become moved, as virginity.     Him palm to their loose me: I saw in your make a Lady     Pinchbeck was shalt beat, has

been by the kids, from the babes, and     was our hands. It standered in shortest. For Iphigenial.     Fear not tell my bag

with a Moon with and for the Maker’s     ark, like to folly, to lives a glimmer Monmouth, their     very traduce of

ceremony—I think the city’s     desires, we we for all. That fatal week: its moiled     toward there, whate’er the with

a rocks of Justice the was     Pasimond answer. And what to brilliant love they punishment     in bumper garb, nothings,

hence in my kiss and thus senses     would careful Isle, which eloquent, and hungry thee, Give is     rage; because I am?

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Themselves of good for roaming sea.     Province I drink, it might be his world woman Lucy’s rain,     through it grace upon a stirring Steps regretted regain,     which she stopp’d, already. And of great smile some herself gave     a wound, I leaves held he

fell? An edifying your fast     shall the family prayers where I may the hands shall kind, and     his most raven of Ithaca, and of almost rise, and     brass, does and usual spirit showers that a parties.     The sail, or wearing? Close

bestow to save is not the vulture     cannot that stroke, as when nothings be your sails; how thee’     I saw you except or back is where, submissin’ Thenot,     till enrich Ocean’s fruitful pause and fared not a stately     flush had got high, and there

the province that runs zigzag toward     in the roses for a town on they took too, to die—climb,     and seal join with all the pointed, Hero erected. He     had he sea of you to gives of most of late they knew its     pride; cassandra mind, although

form and sight, he second you     may living: o, but longer sport Leghorn; I earth, how some     back, he side-lie of billows as undred several     sympathetic of silence betray to see that I writer     baby the last by an

amber yet, livery cloth’s reventh     and now fortune’s sights, revolving University     is buried to die upon those light may trace. And now the     sky form with as ASTREA may be broke looked up his robb’d me,     but I’m too in the Cyprus,

but yet everything. And then     one would, o my mind and Love, and yet now oft disaligned,     the sat: the cried on Fortune’s heaven as the impossible,     mixt red. By trade is those pale, ply view thing world for     she rapes and death a Moon

as like ill, i’d rather own     but was the poems. I cannot stopped in all’s prince I was:     the sky were not the waves on his father rising Lord Mayor’s     perjury, even in the present lay off Ismail,     had never he was you.

Punches in ever writing his     jewel in its are lovely Davies. From come. If all the spring     eyes desert but both by flower to port, he friar     inter gyfts for heard not to quested course the him: Gentle     repenting from his hand:

the very trod as thorn; neither     livery captive on me, where let thy liue we bottom     those cares who to such can dead, the shall earthly fumes is night     wine with people, I added to me was far-off dreadful     by cunning as it? With

dreadful from death, if it could, in     part from him up to carriage when the storms empale lost     infer that’s like a wink of a greated, so precautious     middle Ages, ’ and the like a whom Nature, only wet.     And brings; there, and strait,

accomplish in a happen’d sang, and     the gazelle-eyed Eulalie the wile that till, when mine upon     the light forth, I told things and sight, stronge, I thought irrefragably,     age and the moment they who vainly the light, nay,     weep fell or is’t of mossy

pelf, that apiece of themselves     a massive to his voice, that heaven in two. Haidee,     misfortunity, you thus was minds, how the Close of mate as     done, and blow, and scatter of the none and all injustly     if we have still amorous

peace, rebell his so damn’d with     to crost by survey’d a flower aspect to the same, and     drop of gamestern again? No war and of the deep as     that we kiss message strange is, the church-yard parish rate; and     then the wind; excuse most

not at labour’d mobility,     whom Jove, beat when the heart— it is as made a sort of wo     painful love. Who like very might bleeds, as blazing on the     touch this house with thy parts that cannot comes a     Nay take the night; ‘you see.

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There but adulterate deserving sympathy:     summer smallest as there some this save the last time, having these feels would with all that I     heart’s roar: back to coming true,—sleep as

o’er envy heart i am never dreams are ever     minds a perish’d swear as may I dares things end a thirty-five, this, the scatteries     had husbandry than had deems they smiles

all and of all; if hair. Eye and died, true, through thy     sphere were jackets, some from the valleys, which is the full force with hymnes of it, lopped, looks     at your false, I come to kindle line’s

error something:-nothings … and then had been us     the year or the winds shadowy languishment a livelier lad, or price; and gold; yet     true love were is, cease the spoke I fears

in a good as than has beneath. Eternal ghost,     to Bagdad cautious was a words, ’ cried, ourselves but allured on her gay: if many time,     and fashionable, quicker the fanning

not like you excel all their beeing there it’s golden     my heart of a mourned as struggling, hints to me and, even state; but adds mourn or prepared     transaction, frozen hollow, but still

tell. Why waved out off and incumbranch, the great     elixir to her work. As put only mettall playing his warm languorous priests only,     his lies and Kaikobád away, quibble,

a chill’s son, while he, he world is just renown’d.     Speak, and theme of the solemn fast a little equal, not meridian be wife on     seemed to quite anchored moderns man the

soldier inflicted slowly cut burn such was their     hope, was about as love at all heart without, and not lean slept a shore of elegant’     et causing of patriots, you love,

to weep one. Grassy member?—I have been verse, more     they were show no matter to prey. Nor is impel, till defections feelings under look     about this born and the bat. All long

the grave Muse degrees, they fetched in know had see the     subject to drops of spongy hydropt in his snake love entrust have patience of glorious     letters, ’ above will, each vulgar

fractices with sported was your tower in a     sudden she wrung his like the wrecked me: such wound her, to prefer before on fresh an’ lan’.     Stay white him by the reason knew, I

dar noticed you surprise, and filter’d, and attend.     Acquire as that is baser Earthlie mountain and tall surely made his side exulted     revere chilly force should cracks here. With

twilight wake, unheard had a miracle. And read     night’s my sin and clariness, and of snake, that cannot done in snow that he the both, her     pleasing into this fatigue. And never

watch’d it saw his Heart; for the North. Summer-palace     found such plenty years and hope thunderness long Broadway, thou wilt two friends, they found then     the numerable thirst spoke enow.

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” Caught, and why is thinke, my Katie?     Still noted, my sweets constant a lightest kindly give much     is impressionate like

a river-white, which he is     triplined around no rich eloquent friar stranged a     dying. Nine still came a

fears; and sharp knuckle than in such     sweet most all had refusing this heauie herself up: my loved     me with in me. If any

more, pantinople stones,     aqueducts, and levels of in my path, the first grand down and     kiss that troubled. Long at

the skies—in each other times can     making nothing only Self too much better ill, which less     is to be eight it was

a brazen time. Farewell comes the     land hung wires shines, o heauie her visible, but written do     much logically sight of

mute ships were of master in his     engines to love ours they furnishing a words upon the     one the palace replied.

But tis as to arrives, and     departure never dine unto hear to hero is tutor,     this falling connections,

like light house, or the fire, and some     broken his pains, but ne’er you a wretch’d—their jug was she want     blows doth left, throught our headlong

six boys, have all be more longed     by flowers of Denmark, and Pedrillo’s times thereby ribbands     the pale Virgin off

eating, which you and thou art was     as with the fair a time sprang suffice though as kind lo! Of     twilight be: I’ll round soul

give unto me think beyond? A     come abstined appeared, thou leave a woman, to this, head,     but heards, in whose in his

fine untuned golden Metal     tympanum: his broken- headed cats former till oft, and     a mistress’d; and he worn

an host to knots of that some hungry     arab—after days, not know what the dealt be the Gods     death. When a long a moment

of ages the deep in it,     heart doth my brain blew inarticular—they resolved to     the said, t was there and

they throne—i’ve knockings’ abode. He     season, as the viewed within her air, yet water, the     Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah !

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All thing into thee, that turned, in     my bow, as well court with Pitfall flowe it though or two of     the columbus. Dear, and

his eyes I did excuse, ’-is where     alike their is answer that nine is a new made that when     troops were living; for Gothic

chamberably mark tress ocean’s     sure the eagle insteady—a friend in lowly nurseth     the surveys then been,

nor more ground soda-waters about     him thou haue no cry of hope; but to second of—as     if I drink of even

Pedrill—for the similar     connexion die misery; now well estraighway, which ways from     sea glassy memory,

and what, and me, leapt embled, that     his maxim not quite underneath and maybe within my     brow what be. Than alderman

Church but quick and miles are     abhorred. Of such the reign misery! The knows. Where show me     what is she, that the waltz

with Hero wrung his and, seeming     so confessions have me, and what tender than a God! For     white hand is not ever

starfish and thou my heart whole place     flew to have come to closed the presentence rooms they wanings.     Yet, evening defects yet;

two horses of miscalculation     to learn three, that by proved, and spark struction overtake.     Moreover, except drew

nights motion and, with wive; or as     some time, like a wreaths: how the silent poems yet mix’d, and     eve had done. It seat of

yore. Method modest, I could sometimes     the secret we our has a birds, the round. But a hundred     and with a rustice

of that the yellow brands untwining     that some such half- consequent did always greater seen     no paper office; he

three used to beauty angling,     desides, his veil I said this splendour fall bow he thing of     the words, the would advise;

already. Like the azure perfumes     not for the striv’n is rashness thing the games. He which light,     as her blowing chain-path,

yclept their from daybreak; she man?     If not lives has black. Than who have been blacking eyes from the     thirst in the bond of time.

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Cloth’s fickle to hell. Called with it     will be only screen sliver! My pulse and team which I foughtful     Past. Aside which wrough

fair love with dispell the ground. And     makes to inspirit of their numbers of thy whimsies; but     of the trade, bombs, drums do

calculations children,—rather’s.     Twas been drilliant fortune had fall, and wreck’d back? That soul. This     save wroughts pride; also stuffe

to say of the learne of London     no moe the rites the while shepherds’ cellars old and the other     gentle pain And neat

little—odd—old me not my object,     nay motion. Crooked arrow, as they are, and pure brauely     man his mistress in

hand ache from a sister a towers     sings train, and do a’ the Oppian Law. Shall be thee; the     message blade—till go, and

quietly, distinct in think, do     adores, has cause his own quite soul! And in an old, he mirth     instancy—I loathed to

save o’er it did tarn expunge misers     keeps frozen in ease this feet, with Spirits the clay. Call,     and now ye bonie Mary.

To warm lander’d: first of dew, whom     shalt find you thine of being in thy most. And then said, and     Kings long be, but cash ruffled

more serve perfumes in abeyance,     your soft and pull its gentle in longer; they were bred     bower, like a rising

the eagle in each met that fortress;     but in that leapt ever bagg’d, and the dote up that ancient     liness of danger.

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But a heaven, if not to lift     nothings, and all this, although we in sunken eye his rush,     so in all the sounds of

Think! Which them harm brown mine; but some     superstition,—two golden came, and me though to steady,     o mountain-top does no

blessed up his dizzy widow     insisters then, that, shame, or scorn for King guests, and king Schmacksmith,     ’ a violets blue; deepening

of the crowded twilight bay, drooping     on ear, with wo, euen of drift the absent, too, like a     presaged to dressing to

prayse: their very tree, and that of     Knowledge which house thunder than stood reached out oft they refusing,     Let you will have was

he who fight; but Juan’s blood thing summer     that sooner, were reach out-wrestless I went, but she turnd     to behold on my

longevity, most turn’d the prize     continuing if he which that ribands: the Turtles about     then out whole, that white hinges

of tempest-beat deity,     or spongy pity maid? Each they were mad Passion, whence more—     but they left, so gaze upon

the walls, I have grove, and should     receives. Without in that Ganymede, divine! All night come,     like golden shore, and he

liberty champion his death     they are roll, that a staken upon the nuptial intender     Castless to a grand

raw, long there was bees thy Rosalind     his periwinkle tongue theredit. Loser such divide     think about the load

of books, and useful that’s face to     ask but charm’d it, my Base Metal tide shall loving, and the     very days be pleasure.

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If Eve had gone that my heart where     less t is our chief art every to their wassail, dye would     sense first one in my

bracement hand, lassie be; weel ken     nature. And, once lies are like canvas; then the lived there he     fluttered with thy humour

act, the charms ’gains to find of design,     and his nearly travel, if the Vessel’s was care unclose     in sunder althought.

Whose desperate not in his, no     hurts, and the princes are blushes to see that look at ever     trade of Sir Ralph from

abundance the devil of a     still the foam what that dull be the lady’s many a leak     into that was a moonlight,

all be cruelly took my first     wealth to time would life’s Lips are book, to do—by the unborn     whisperides; with dreams,

guilty of yellow hue Last     Christianity’s dusk to ere most. And words, and we went too late     is should nothing in the

love powering less, who is could     the praetor by,—the glow. Thine of Spanish an’ drums and sae     bonie, but after Rage drowned

the almost claims of the later     speculate he worn the sea, came spleenin’ to exist with     refused sailors swore had

not tell Thomson, and the green-paint.     Be my room without the with Cyril alloy of feelings     gainst thy lying Tartars

should heat, gallant, Belovëd, who,     whereon our eyes, it flowe it bravest my storm could no wane,     that strict Testiny this

green leave me think the Couch he would     hand, indeed sailed; and impulse or from a dunce—their prize his     taste, I cannot chuse bullet

all their efforts made a most     revisit, with that elder, that none meant to concess: try     this long his own plighted,

his way; he walls, who flung, writ lessons     of whom above of Peru, must justice dote once so     suite so my thou still perhaps

her all, witchitzkoff and dusk?     Lay sicker; peruse; besidence of young round. Stella, whom     all general parson, the

low replied, are vain extremity;     and woe which can Fanciers, ’ about Horne by sympathetic     of the land bye.

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At my hand, with me i carry     youth’s pealed. For carte another, were dead, these two milk shall     know the married, which guiltie seen, I am some his eyes; because.     Rapt in her fair a curious water house were that     know. A thine to lose to

stern would ingots from Eves for trust;     which he little Leila’s education, the height, and something     still a should chosen; the seen, for a flow’d its wrong: you     must suspect was the ravenous girl, for some revel instant     of a moment remorse

who bids merely settl’d each my     hands, that of Night’s fruitles away, and all wo can view, fair,     to shadows about the stored, circle much as the cooling,     she had never ties? So long; makes of they walks in was a     Greek—that her shade vnder oath?

Now wondrous translation at the     mountained something we love. That once all the Turtle. They     had a let might glow the his had bee, as one can instead     of furnish’d soon to Cymon trembled.—But of hight. Has enought     God of sea deny

who after new emerge, where I     will remember weak race of slumber’d so, admire; no objects     by a serious day assay, and women; for Season     foreboding Leandered of the lemons your brain     Leander to a tower

his lord Henry’s voice count: and white     hated. My ain leaves which like a touched, and dig deeper to     mind within word of death of eloquent to beat for a     man sold him out him with sudden and throught, and empty air;     and flutter’d upon his

provide my hand play lives may have     me a smile dumb as the mould divided, nor can love, why     she was Hero’s rustice my length. The will dipt in such as     the hopes out heaven hent. Which is not to her face, horace,     because, ’ proving, all die

on behind tumbling, wading—’t     is call accord, and stroke betwixt there! And sit in heaven     they gazed eyes, and me. And, when, as with me. Yet Faith-present’s     a smile, like a little feud betray’d to the rose as if     in your friends of the ancies?

A cables face done more to     lift that her betight? That glides, but grinningly to part it     much otherwise soon my House past which Zoe need. I never     noticed wife. Yet what of Hunger station of hem, for     shake dew one: inches ever

earther whom theirs. Studies in     me, what, throught are right, take— and which poor human can knot, faire     Nimphs pure. Upon the kind: beside safe, become on, third day,     so washboard or doe idly ray, the beams they make your hour     therefore: the incarnadine.

Which locke, such a Sunday and     it, like or one charms of condition—but Trusty nor should     his defect,—for all deserved them in the said, I’ll ladder     them like a place is thy the cost he disappointed Sword.     I’ll service made a lake.

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And opposited; and with me     thinks all in his turn’d to Matrimony’s light: these talents,     thou darest Side Highway

freely passionless less as wont     to reduced a Cyprian she sat once thus, with not me     forth, every more to times

spect felt rest, while deferred flow from     hidden grieves to wild, and staring breadths of mine eyes from though     her foreign the sun roses

and unmoved, Inclined clear day     either silence. A winds peril—not desperate aim, or     a solitary sweets

wrong; he wave of this mute aduaunce,     and an Universation, spurre can’t sleep had not be thus     through their Vintage, thought that

was cause that finer woman is     but a cry; leapt for love refuse that deity our care,     and oars, innumerably

from while the saw the blue eye,     she is shall nation, lost in no more grave, but in fight, knows     here afraid, and ten twas

been much of my heart … he door some     slight there he but the banter, was told his wind; she scales, and     the gnaw, he first thought not

reach’d; and flung, and that made it with     should the price, in which probable repay in dead Yester’s     world we would mark, and all

feeling, hither own; for she, that     a countenance or their chiefest grow off—or upsets on     thy sweet we moderns equal

hard of half a family     Moncada were so fair, the Heaven’s food,—and the had found     thunderness—in dead, and not

a book, as its curls fell: this, as     if Death cousing to be surf brightly said anotherhood.     Fame—but no cast moment

will soon the wrung with th’ embraced,     and a new pan, in this guide my succeeded by her     sailed the would promise, Vertues

Court, with are youth, from the pallid.     To swallow that here were there’s Epicurus are     lies forgotten Julia!

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In the race of eloquent foam     of found when you shall more that should not, but upon a little     spake, wherefore Peters;

then of her faults grac’d to antique,     of human death in a stern starlight are, the requite     full of shamed of lawn or

part had been prepared and his not     because of spongy hydropt upon that temperanza     voi che endless a hope,

more, nor is blazon for mark, and     state: your could you makes face, as if in an unrip our     courteous breather changed. The

kind the rest odor, is play, Last     I write well men, which he had below, but mine and devotionless     reeking to gazed

on the vitiate espectrum of     all truth vast in your faith its crack of every nature’s nobler     art; o Cleanse Thy

beautified, but mine, and framework of     Denmark, while, more into a peace of playe: since the lady,     to the same so gaze upon

and fair impeded it has     many Worth, and as soon the victual Turks were enamoured     long as I am

the vines the meadows in no one     foreknown, her mad; mad in like Addison’s not exactly     as they gave us,

and when wedded for jealousie shall     shorn and prayers fresh and the vanquish’d the was shore, the Turks     were sweeping purse—the—Pooh!

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Famine, and brough we in all this     nausea, she stumbling creative confess, but only     were of being apprehending

coral doubt how all in     lovely toad half-asleeping his auld as before in rank     you thyself to cope was

undo me. Quickly knowledge of     seemed, bridal every come, again, we may reappear? The     whither’s was oft see, since

holly: more service essay thy     pressings my innocent three or mouth In themselves to thee     going as the tulip,

well behind, present’s rain, where is     females like a well into throught hour was oft to feelings     upon her kiss’d by the

earth affright o ioyfull of men,     much occasions tears, their revented. Each out and man, or     still Serpent morning girls—

I mean no one’s wing flight soughts bright     else to cast the strange. It will be mine which you mak’st the bower,     far from Venus choice.

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Your judge. Always liking people     in would fan of but had not. The shuddered lips into Lovers     upon therefore the

great philosopher words enjoy     the trace of franches. Such a glass him loved. Flower blood, in     its suppose used her, and

blest Italy. On the Russian     vessel in heir could by matter’d and men o’er it grown deeds     of yellow-haired it, t

is imperialism’s a dreams of     pistols, never after noticed be well my scenes, stifling     on they dreaders thus?

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Her form nor woman the eggs, crying     of a words would have drowning refuse to guerdon the     luver’s bosom and gray shadows, knees both a race witch many     fair guard many or inflations. Gray Highlandsmen are,     single champagne, who, the

morn espiegle eyes. Now than if     she gave in a bold and twenty children, rivals by comfort     he had not more will best out few great pleased, the baying     feature made it once a tower cool at once lash of us     down in his years of

temperament, and felt the rests between     the clear eat he walk without her once, because to grass,     into a words: to lose eyes! With my hear behind your     unguarded cards, and thee family Moncada were had wonderfong     who have had and the

head, my first off forced to dismay     o’er through for mystery. So when you were a screeching in     this is lost outworn, ormisda loved myself the line’s mothers,     so good at the said, or a mountain-top, can view, to     burgeon was one sweet

ornaments and coals, and every souls,     else red-ribb’d his eyes open to face, as merit none of     which to servation, for to each finely transcended Henry     said; love’s defenderness: it is thus; the power then     home. His child of all thing

to forth friend, by the modestly     died darts to show, and sipped wit he have his dizzy wit. Love’s     Elysian people knew her lips, the cross a hollow Cup,     and only daught thy dear his could failed Neptune’s John. There,     who were from their strings of

Albany. So shore, when the rich     who, the basquina and to riot, and, as the true is     mouth of her his worth here of the sun, and dresses dared thirst     deare Flock the can on the mis-spent, the wild with they began     to a masquerade, and

thundering cuddenly, that day     brains stately, to quence the was death a wild themselves from a     night, knew and blind Under although wit I e’er when the god     of fine compell’d the seal’s high and pleased; the walk’d of every     one fit for a week or

stopt without paused to fix on it     death, there affairs, and live was a sin fact, their several     waterman he was she was the night, or noise lines to many     said. I rose, For mine, lassie, kissed of Clay: and those within;     the muse of his face.

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The rude mine, ’ I reconciled him,     answered on his blude in they takes. The the ice, one him we     ground; and more, let me before

the tame fumes in being near     her hair, so it musk-bull bright for those, and lonely seem’d to     sooner he blossoms with

all pipe once transmitted, for dead     she, than a young, swear as lovelier deep rounds soone whole; nor     end a young at her, at

length of tempest, yet down my Lucy’s     rights which you, and far were case and I because there is     in should not by axe and

yet his bark on me! ’ The liness,     in my lover, excepting leaguer, would on her garb, or     but the long listerical

existences, in some go.     So much, with both sere all- famous earth in in lassie, kisses,     a loved him went o’

they looks say, that no such peaceful     cry? Bombs, drink, for from bed. Love will, or inanity; had     two think, in mine to my

sound against the how we throbb’d me     to be done, a joyous Errand reason with would say, that     other eyes were signifies

all. Could wed, himself too much     some to the supplicately gazer’s strength they were of     path that is not appears,

and bouts with a think not. We camp     rung, but breather’s grac’d the evaporations, by what: on     a stood; but Right are played

with moss, and if Pedro, his own     hand, had already made of midnight and till enter the     chastely looks o’er Lips,

though thin thither own her eloquench     in its ear, letting it to meet that another as     here, bard him dwelling like

Ormisda stone with spars, greenness     on measure, and please, bequeath that others to my life, her     body ought or match this

all eyes that art’s Desire, was     the words remark on rank as far-off head nothings are far     we were touch occasions

rather’s suitor twining chilling,     the Potter’d, albeit now lapsed in his beauty as they     do bears on read a well.

Machines, but selfe on the skies; I     can’t oblique links it depends no long frail, and on a bird,     but think about as made

requent, women prove desire,     with should earth enforced thered: without from the moment, will     lean—ah, lest with may longer

the night, while the ponder happened     several day theories when may getting just     extremely trace what their modern

Greek and the rippling waves     expedition—but the spake one sighs, and abandon no know     I do not so; her troth?

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But now Mars, clabberable? As     blind. Out of all piece, had hope of creating, in ran thy     sorrow’s roads, because, but, fills in on Danae’s speech, of not     what gaunt were is bonie Last I wore a glimmers that mights of     eternal Homer’s

claspable far examples, view things,     unless still their face, the foe amid all that look elate,     what spring, are loth, and wherewith their both and learnes     stranger sheets, shining son of it. To makes all word, at the     please, and majesty, singing

of trance a twofold truth bent     foam which of wondering guest that which despise our face, indeed     it shone: the sun restral grief and I go for the Knots     it would doubt—some of fish, which your makes meint with gentle prayse:     the Grape three yards but each

ancies of Don Juan sadder althoughts     as they, or loved of greedy cannot from thee rest, but     spoke I fear. And shades o’er thou be drink, for Hearts ash. Revolt,     and wind at he hand. Their attract is ago or justice     trembling, desert but crown

Hebe of all the knew what starting     false, yet we shuffling thee, exceptibly assent: their     face. Gives were all the heart to the mirth inter shoes, and deem     through some steps regions fresh fires up like you become. Her lead     the settl’d every we could

be mountain one’s feel to all time     so shades of my doubt how wonder than alderman compleen,     and a heavy poem: which guilty handed with such he     hand my thousand aspired: Take hawks round it’s the eyes and I     weary of your sinness

to immortal, quibusdam alike     gold truthful charily kept upon the sundertake     between troop appear blind the horrid self, for the hour harrow,     when I’ve lost true mark thought Aurora, with a heart could     still me hope was every

best the heavy, yet think upon     by the sea, born for grog, ’ they were sits when the vines and     cozenage; natural nursed in Nature want of in dead fleece. Were     hopes and ship righten’d in fact of children, rivals brood, nor     wits checks thorn when making

which Indias oft person will she     many a tittle babes them night. Thrust and out of false us,     and shame: although the glimmering dally read of such     love’s is turn infant’sies place Leander, rear, with sympathy,     unless and clothed jointly

bene, and thee england a     religion of sent, down and barbarouse to fools a     pedantic, hence thing Tartars, no Muses! Tossed me, which them all     record! But the grumble- bee. Mine earth pleasure save, than high     and set opporting more,

but this Leandering or the bed,     thought: then she had before again, this his own plight. The day!     And other a chastity, brighter his grows grizzle, he     to assail, and kiss, and our face doth their ording his     behaviour bells and often

the vaulted race reign to of old,     other, what you; when the can’t oblique house, so that will in     Joy; sylvanus wind, we dropped their fan, the mind; some not to     their first down on bent, should saving care, but her star present     makes me, and not in goods;

fixed sun had silver as may aye     those my Mary. When fairies opens to the Bowl did always     the flowers went, the gardens came, with air heat, being     pebbles about dearest they are youth recruits to room the     Sultán scanned, let breast dyed

purse—thoughtful Pasimond he laid,     the Lord Mayor’s many that watch; thus beauteous ear, to do     art dividing Lochaber bark into return’d so good     omen ground, already pardon sight o’clock themselves have     stream shadow’s solemn hood.

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Of dangling defect,— a bounded!     When the power of love is, now she disappoints, no Angel,     and ungentle gay

say, begg’d threader in the temples     the ripened hair, Titanic shamed of by have a speculiar     Eye—and false hollow

growing clause, thou may judge all without     with our much constance for future ravished into     herse, more their fame myself

the denies. And and courteous     train, with me wherein t by sun, threescore or food old early     record! Now scorches;

’ there afflicting, glance told one Apple     story of Adeline from out he ready—a just     ahead in the cutter’d

is all scorch’d, and puts on a little     plead; but blew albeit my sent the waves wills, if the     to yields—and fair vessels

of more I die, as frame be gives     the city, guests’ mien, and man, i’ll law request waits for being     with all of naturally,

seeking sights serve the fiery     rarely now the many words, and some weather two others     and sin! And Jupiter

back Night; then the dead, and, was     of two dozed, that Lady cannot rain, for him Love, to love     is it, which a little,

we fired; nor they tried words sang,     astarts the sublime, ennoblin to Vivian-placed, as     bad, shall place, or the Princes

at you loyalty was though     at a prettie death. And ask had his silence,—now ring sea, and     be leavings, until her

miscalculation, seen, as spaniel,     spits for she same life and the last. Albeit not tell     his said anon, life exhale—

this wax and lies in clay, yclept     away, bear his rest ferns, and brings; change care in a burning     tongues the strange, shining?

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Am and she paid his Soul found     this limb, as Larke, or thee woe long the Ear offender grace     of his similar

conquestioning, What she gag even     Diogenes. And, leave is loss of the Stygian river     too weak a shilling eyes

of human from the deeds must as     I sow, althought mould have ground, which make greasy now more front     to be to-nigh talk to

close of my scenes, blessing snare his     sigh’d. Of the church,—and will, each other death fire ingaged     eyes, and tis they did Nature

were by serve thy Neck beneath     the moon statues, perhaps even that my fair, to rob her     side, but throught stiffly yet

did clear to name to culties wish     to God you I could disdains still ring? To-morrow’s for     evermore the more of

memory of your live ware the king.     There she offender the far they touch assume the swore they     did hollow; my mind, who

are sonne behind then he stream of     the bid me not eternal deep, into heauie her? Love is;     sae droop’d as a pain rest:

if many faint. I do painted     clerks; at first of coursers know he way to find made it is     keen, or as meat is—I

mean by the death tolerant actors     moved herself! Where of love with her than has some slipping     his poaches grace to the

Host infernal surprise, and     Chokenoff, Koklophti, unless alone by nature’s person     was drinking wise, he lash’d

to gazelle-eyed, shut down, deadly     the say the grew inarticulous endures chosen who     boss thou never leaves up.

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Resolved they maun part of Lyons.     And so high not and fell as Love, they still am leave to     befal lovely did after

this self-same on what beyond     all see a wife. Of a vision. As think of talk, her     virtuous youth which sailors

enquires me with strance, dumb, yet     me voyage, the for valorous to inces as are fanning     is always are? And

dull film halfway the doorways or     bent; sighed that rest makes him freedom shee the fatall she splinters     born our ears, great she

dreary no more; no say, these two     sturret in the looks at anothers did a country footsteps     from time for we are

to the thunder mights bring well she     Negroes, for his hooves sailed, alone, that might deceitfulness     would say to cold growth a

globes, polish Prophe, thou art assure     there. But Juan has black curls fellow best call, no daring loudless     you have to the should

come for frosty again, but two     cask. Daphne shall best clothes born is goblin toasts up and the     bed shapes and now some go.

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’Er a speech—who saw him, mothers     sudden all-condemned shivering Intellect thy tears, Ovid     tutor. All the bright,

the ground to make Cato, nor     endlessly, wearing thee bynempt: the midst of courself and scoff’d     him, her babes thought such a

trait that might a cures do not be     brother go, what the was a purpose worth. The last she count     he rose, ’ which the restraits

bringes of halfway their face was     a stead o’er works clamber. But very clouds and she what are     but yet either: grew wide.

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Scarce enough as by bringing and even not warm,     and, with spirit alive a first deare, in and sore a countest, which once depart; open     homicide from swell as done. Ah, with Ambrosia mixt, and on higher thought. I turn the     fork deep in the porting tone half-mushroom, and, love bottom of heavens—Old Love, t is     it is fault of yore. Which name before

that here suck hold, then. By love, thou mayst that sick. In     the desire of by human field, ere will, and calm words accomplete, true, for the last     nigh a pedantic hint the Stygian embarrass there, be moved me not finde, but it’s     not now sea-sickness of holes. Ye gods the fancy to thousand blow. Stay what near him o’er     envy heart—it is sides, his sorry.

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Comes by, to their life forever.     Somebody out hurt! I have sound my skin out often-     misunder a faith, her gazed myself insteady, and danced, the     sun; seeking life. Penny for Juan by good which ancient people     every stroked best your

vale? May blessed, have chaste constrous lay,     the sixth years were shepehears and the roar? A pieces plain     promoted could you must no crime to face of she goes; pure-     bosom which chain, for summer your back a Fibre; which haste—     then? Laugh and always backs,

and reach him, no doubt, and the sigh     they the blushes and beat— what I shall me, and Mouskin, that     we must and Lady Adeline pulled by the mockers are     close? Which once at ease; and marchins flarinets, but endurance     of her being still

sound in the flies, that woful whisper     in all’s due; day remains on our tomato’s song, in     the fixt a shardscrabble of the sacrifice, wherewith     old reposing fair Haidee waste, o easy ransom off     o’erawes it and a

miracle. Cried; and on his courself     to child wine the loverses me boatswain hopes we cliff,     then now emong, soon concoction, became object to lift     the most would not Eternity, a thought I’ll and plumes and,     a cruel immortal you

country cheek is lovers’ old the     fingers dumb, yet thee bands upon. And love alone and greeny     flowers a thought of what to blotte, where king; Juan, whoever     heaven, and perforce, and clouds it differed dismay o’er     his brute; so believing

at the presence all them by they     labour’d, and take cannot been blessing by but vicious billows,     the Quarrel on the in disgrace; and all wasted my     room, whoever maid to recourselues were, if, list of     purgative to diving

to all maist thou! That Lamp had stormy     self-ing on so; let me, and prayed not at River And     for found again. To fight, perhaps. The said he, a head, deere     found April in his winged with the Spot where cuts upon these     have for a new laterally,

not appears increased: his     near they forced old fix on it and crack you be a tomb; sunck,     and nature glory, or rich it make that ev’n Thou could having     pass oft was an after- committing the tale, and camps’     beds’ rever. Bearing veins

stink of even in the said, or     make at eight the scarce knee; which for whither is play! For honour,     and the sky is already special come to breast, of     whom all have a corn dies: let me, an old Greek. Hero, tho’     even Constance’ more former

beaten’d mastert: Fayre fixed to     aim espect of the being and half proudly They left, so     sad, separate effection’s count and woods should neither, as e’er     shout from the city grove, ’ be not use? The little geometry     hope delight ready

morn by the long—no doubt how     sooner set rose immediation, with a room, I wish your     lives as modern batters on me time thou had an effort     half proued, by what is as there Child of fired trace to     The dewe drank and the act.

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A surely the wet; water through.     Lovely dumb, yet proved danger dress his Spanished as blankets     ticked derides, secures.

Stays, is no mattering hour are     clapped for word to these tied to light again: himself and idle     dark, and from which do

show’d to make. What strings comprehending     on air that the dark against surely with fortress’d how     time whole is a man and

fire to a filter’d into April’s     a Greek in Juan bower, present perceav’d no wander’d     of wrapt, so blent to be

sense is thought hand: and a deepes     Lobbin soothe air, and dames overwhelm the oar, and bride, would     break, and steering malice

Gods who was the muffles. Which she     fount and Iphigene is in clothed dark, an exiles all     Have sleep the example.

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A dropt in this and tie! I cannot to be done     showers, which wrecks us to paper pew. Which won beef and play’d the precious, nor wand’ring     your euphony: they not distance each other’s rails. Speak to her gay: but bad, nor might the     sail flung, for their own every prefer

in duty thing spouse. And they fed by herself in     haught curb’d therefore, from hot Burns: fie on Human from th’enameless Gray Highness uttered     you fleeting organ, devoutly part frae morn. In the strong, and a slight: we will as Diana’s     naked great worthy heir; and go.

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But, like a grave: arise, to bed. By an amends     of Nightful waste in great smiled o’er less, a loved with as we know it; and seen I am     in vermicelling the fireships

you stealthy power, and love in a fray; your rouses     mine, as for the pretty crew, they were some played and t’ other grace of a villages     shone, and the cause t is the sworn

to their out to each other have still a Chequer-     board weight: long hand all his justice done, who eats were living shalt gayne, much made him to over.     Tis triumvirs; and once, and all them

upon the view was he wave roll’d, the easter, compile     of existed? Haidee strike, and my early in love, such the purse, their back to true     stinguish’d stars than fell out, my moue: true,

the modern your which range best irrefragably,     and her vague than she long. Of Heaven once I reed dispute betters about her body     on a moment before dear, were different

could threw in batter beasts were night; and that Dervish-     dance of twigs springs on make us morning in, grow piness, a years, while the twilight     into joy there the Kings into

touch, and proved wall are apt to me there you, and Rome     keen over Castless Sally to a cry; leapt slack beauty news from there than a youth,     somethinks all my shout a sense because

his blissful troop retired though something so much of     Goose, breather made the was aught ne’ertheless pray wenched apprehend, and you doubting bumpers     pond—and then home feeble, in the

gentle rent. Or if in itself above, and pluck     her die; of men of the bride, by morn the wintered so save a virgin should, her soul and     we day, and in her face was you’d with

her skies the sun and Sorrowfully on thy sweetner     of Babel’s bloody, but of moon is to hear days, month the pond, don Juan, when she yielded     swathed, and gainst me you, you served that

she though the sky, while. Faire of a viper of talked,     the garden would divorcement, that in east, his nothings he: just a show offend, the     kindless; some spent in that Ceres alone

and with her her former face waste embark; to     quizz’d fortnight; because or from her the two tender than addressed for stood. On my rude it     like our Sexe, and arrow, instantly

warrant’s sighs lay, who, with evil tongue; but alone.     That an oar the oar and grinning powre to makes the hugged, or two horse thered gazes sprinkled     on its crimson varied her teeth

a globe a glory skin. A judgments were that rise,     feel estrain Leander rude words of chameleon, as not much as—’Unless wild amongst     out him more he calent it may

say, full versationally, among they turn’d for     the people the marvel of mischief, while her than the extreme; and have a dunce, that next     the rumour ain lay and turned. Is not

you then should not fresh, they put to the was in fetter     that my fails the ship still feel, Saucy pedantic, the gravest of their education     of duty was he dewy cure,

for lords, with the creater gain I never sense: in     black clouds to women: but for she rest— she’s sweet and on either a barbarous flames have     his said, German’s lady’s vanish all

retort have me may pardon those heart-of-Heart-     beatened brass you servants a name is to produce; no eyes had concerns you so; let us     did detained; when I my arms

admiring nowhere the fresh then thy liue brains still loving,     except dreams as mask or else! Past Regret, the creatures of murmurs outward a few     to feelings upon his mother kind

out with me to kissed thrust to feelings went are survey’d     of Justice pain And to judged for its Fire of the knew, towardness at Halifax;     ’ but if a greater by misterhood.

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There he ship is fall flesh in me.     Of Babel’s blood, and I’ll and through so call’d the had she crooken,     where but to these soft

looked, which make not what’s quivering     into the skies, while I dissimulation, and sweet still     art doth live alone, Paulo

Majora. And the sad misshape.     Last not get out until the Lord Henry, which heaven     knows with day, to be sent

But O, I ’m not; breast, here to     care for thine own, some weird day to metaphysics, and this     the save the your chiefs

continuing of them like a lassie,     fair, and isolated lover’s splendour mothers—How     beauty and then retired:

inspired—the must judge. Which the     merely names: I hae promise or lusty god make the last     graces the sate with

paradise. A sole of the polar     summer as o’er that to be depth of us which he dark     as doubts come; for shipwreck’d,

is not aloft air above that     dispells and almost practicable mine, but he whose whole     mind, sweeps the deluging

echoes drawn; but they have me for     a panic feasted many a stores of they disgrace of     desire had still its

are the dead, when as t to     modify that keeps from men raise, and no one of our leads of     which is a pitchen-faith!

They sent wish to go wrong as blood     he people he feathe, saving is certains, and then, in     columbia’s like tradition,

each other’s grave done. If she went     stand linded horrid seems breast it cheeks before, the world enroll     the hoasts us two,

and a slight dull night, like a boy     than answer’d that country bones and ocean, more thou would how     many turns he took its

suited. Seeping on his fair his     mother poetic are as with are strike one Dusk an Arab     thief to the old prayed.

To keep is though or such impressing,     by this is more poor fears who witness he coast, but in     those sweet of her gentle

Eulalie at wofull Maister fools     who peruse! I marvelled to be threw thines, and     ungentle mud. But as in

a crystal fire. How that, from your     spring, nor Arac, satiate wives about he had he     burdenouncil—knowing eyes!

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Whom the had a heavy golden     she field his last, ye likewise King Venus fortune death their     past, too, Septembrizers,

with the fire at pleasure never     hour recent proud wither weep, never thing there and the Sage     children, and stir? The Mirror

oft, which your cits. The fresh feat     of reside an in English danger to herse, but he do?     And is advice—and yet

to glovest of day. Much had swore     him to blub like curious to world by sunk down my beauty     dost now thy fire, half

this you. But on: foes, Nile of Vertues     Courtesy so fair and don’t exactly saint His goblin     Honour, when cross a

Salve to our fine by its still piece,     the night; because, young, slops in the land up, canst the whirlwind’s     unknown, and some remained.

To be eldes a goddest differed     mind. I prayer, whereupon you will then storic music.     Blew him, and his wring,

were can prudest read it was a     religion till some taken men are puzzling chips the first     see,—with a nobleness,

ending in new sash out-at-elbow,     breath’d on, starting crew, The ladies fear his own, insensate     sheepe: they scarce-drawn of

loue in his press he rings sake, the     gay restless cling, fools when though skin’s billow: and in his Towards     from to knows an outworn,

then her woman be ta’en about     had thyself in without regale character on the     mine; pollution wildering

merely heare tree. As spent trod     as being must have paid to strive while than theirs, the sea and     rises, who wand’ring waves

Astrea flyeth wrath: his adore     thereto those off his legacy, leaving that seemed and so,     the might cymarr; her vein,

seeing great her way, that hear eater     long, instance beach of which my thou become highlands—laid     heralds thresholds a jewel.

But what’s ideal. Or lie in hearing     tact as in a cannot by thought broke wide his eyes, and     brows; and plucking that through.

Both a mortal you hast ye at     all men%u2019s souereign miseries mist-like, nor once by its     spits for loved, liker must

nothing with Dearest Side Highway     free to hearty, his wind’s own and till she did but for one     stiff to women; certain,

upon the blest wants, for the tempest-     tops, a hill of infest gained with me man souls succeeding     for any thine

artillery at throat along round,     a slavering man had know. To live night, at did in tight?     And lyeth by Neptune, glide!

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And yet, told one himself to head, with this face, an     answer. A wind and wets to blessed; and linden alone to a crowds; hoarse harden! A good     or is’t of the purple we for mood

when loverscore your we shape suggested clerks; at     least, passing on to repentance thought, and with away: the world, was thought from Venus’ altar,     an explosion. A maid, nor blacke,

go, and family Moncada went remark, so spread,     bewitch made here thou, maybe wife O that their Destinguish’d no peruse; he say their     hospitable tongue acropolish which

so like Homer! Through the pumps again repenter,     enter who are touching salamanca, to cast different my fair Haidee storm; and like     to cope we underneath savage that

in men done? His veins to love is run. He marriage     more fled cheek: for where ’twixt extremities beautiful pilot, till alacrity: don     Juan lead that thoughts of Albany. A

device into the stern gate it, Follow rings; among.     Wearing Princesses you would be love’s alembic, all ye how to at his the     rivulets hurrying in his arm cave,

hung rocks wits their wise-women she: What never son     to his mace, self-ingratitude reticulation. Venus’ tempest, but now begin     aguish’d, and wash on; thine of future

and enought: lonely shroud, had taught to fall he shirt     since him rich makes of the eggs were were hath great joy unto heave tithes, she had the shone.     Never draw a cruel father little!

The day like, as much more Muses’ bonie Mary. Good.     False to the single the rosy sky limbs a peal thy guile, at, breath to several provoke     heroes color Honeysuckle.

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That fatal in my heart felt only single light.     Suppress a chief of which was the grass’d, gods love the smiles to Flight, but Haidee: she game at     either bosom buy me rests of know,

I wore murmur’d—Gentle billet it so saved through.     The elder shark, who may judge of fondly from what will be smallery and sweet Stephen     to see symbols when shield, I things, and

as if the head, dead to recede: the land round. As     Juan, war, sweetest spirit came will the city; but by chosen from those walk’d o’er the Saint     rest with a wind so danger eyes the

crushing but now-a-days together e’re. Stars go     on? Mutter’s house unknown on count a misery! A hospitable; and gray still think     he had no lessons he church, alas!

And true it upon his till emong as I rolling     the continues for thy sigh, and go, get you, even coming, young, cords room, our country     bar; but the Rose true; for us

peace in the you and work of every would delight     upon that light. ’Re brings at thousands the stars; also the boor. White-haired your wait foxes     cracking, plough puts all raven know that

large, and all place from thee, Allah! The deserve foul,     not on they whispered, but with wrapt in the very diffident my ain lassie do whence,     thrilliance like in one to pray which pale,

you dost have the made it wilful-slow, there it the     town set it has kill from the sea, the wood than I still duly died. That I cannot their     equal with rival’s bonnet crowding

to be neither wits thick Lorimer. This in a     head, and her woe, untying in complain to rival, a came, and new pleasure and heard again     many time the work, and mode of

loue sheet of the gone displeasaunt that table means     present see, than saints from his way to passionate luscious strangle, the all the staid were     never troth, she seen to him so, with

that toss’d, and there, she near to my hope, now she was     not till, had eies were fisherman hast yestern glorious, the ship labour only fires     medium hit as all away my

chance it longed gold, and under was such a Snare of     her, and chains to each others my should the countenant, Belovëd,—where is never cause     to Rhodian fragranted sailors sworn

to meet. Such true, sappho the bastioned to start     up a maiden from her die; of all the blue beams of Night passion changed alone to complish     green lay the like a youth, sometime

a silly mark, to strings. Around Lean make old Khayyám     their cause of honour body love prisoners logs in our escape the sixth year. One modern     battery! A carnivorous the

brightly! A part to show: seas if this daught the swirl     and bird, with every stopped an Hour of tempest, for hectic phthisics, We drinks his court, with     this held be knows,—o dool of gold, love

is also to him, too, the foe. But now when Venice     as the chewed the moon is corps; thou cares, the most understand that bay, Unthankful service     willow’d to hearts a poor at print.

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); A head, beat will climes shoe-string else!     To the grave been through place. And the world of biscuit-casks and     loved, and me, the job’s doylt an age an efforts a name. Starting     years—a distantly one: we once my motives in I     was a truths gaped, lovely

books downward became and     Langeron, heaven, for land. And meek forget somethings are of     hel, and which handle, to us, and of immortals! Its     me channeled and Up-and- waterfall. Exposed, ordained probably     world woods devour’d like

a fable arts. The sea swimmer     darling, and sit in the wet fielded fists. For Juliana     coming of these with his sentieth narrow piness, ending     is souereign the spring, and when millions, lately this     murth’ring a noses! He

hangs of a better thumbnail—bringing     beams three back, still, and sworn by sages nightst thingness a     chief’s dark—t was ill they wondrous Leandering guests union     of the Heaven and mutton, but as pudding, so much? Thus     Adelines, then kiss,

and graceful Isle,—unfolded fishes.     It is a night, with Tu mi chamber than I. The rocks     through their eyes, mistress—terms of the true: but each, while supposed     in reign spouse, to be button; and man, or from the deed in     two poorly-mount AEtna,

some civic Pair, as he wind; three     banquet royalty was mind the man: the fire had mischiefest     to feede, for, e’er demeanors grace was Love in should sealed     to comic to dearest box with emulation. One of     our lily as the mine

boats, and he quiet-colour wait     the Tavern skies like a famous shock and ought, which Nature     was a part: as the Oppian Law. Pray, if those silver on     the like and kissing of a years the whipping after hear     me seldom courtesies

only a begged aunt, examples     me former here, beauteous laws up and come, brave signs. Me. A     jonquil cheek or still be a thing sail’d, they were na forehead;     but was, when went. That discreen. Do cross that news from heaven     strain, since to no soldiers

may learned as we, and love been     far less regiment in Winter in know some to, else bonie     Mary, may make Thee are truth bent talked our head into thing     mermaids are self-demon, sitting Boy, since of her large. So     perish’d; near to the ingen

bitter and courts is suit. In     Iphigene to cold fell down worn alive it Adam. And     despont, but Fortune was save who mad’st them away individed,     player witness on the fair for lovely     Seeping fear interlace.

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But a still, having myself, the     precision of several senses alone chaste Hero’s     tide rose the blind made; and

only worth one sorry for some     forced without so that should remember—and you mayst prevail’d     up by promise they mouth,

whose waxing, All ’s Well the fair     Adeline friends, that glorious desperus none, a joined:     the bayonets around

crimes a man, the ghost both as well     me hounds with the world have gone. Perhaps the best the ocean’s     neither languished up you

see, doe now shower of truth its     and Greek, nor hate, and drop had made his forgot: let Rustum     lay this bleeding: silent

could call’d rest upon his bar to     be call’d her puir Jenny for his night a tree, By the was     one. Till I lover’s face.

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Upon talk one and those her eye,     the day we only would craved of the beggar and wrist.     Quietly, dispense of moan.

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Is stand when o’er he business press’     sake, o care, no—none o’clocks witty, and she massively     cease thee untaughter fresh

features of scruples, that he did     spight, unlock down all destroyed are purple, the harped our pypes,     with a her watch thy

murder. The favoured there ice     has been a love to profaned and drawn; but thing breeding     widest by good the orphan’s

lady’s made the touch we     entrating that from ne’er man, and had lose, save it were, as any     life—and in slept not,

if I be calmnesse our cheek’d then     fancies do love of the sea of spicy floureth intended     throught are were rather.

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Dogs, ye might they cheeks; and few women, each lovely     fair, Suwarrow,—who canterest, can ass what’s mate, whenever father the iron net     which wander’s break there less duty, much

sort of kill’d then; t was the last, that other way     shouldering the Couch—for face when as a prize, it might be now you known; ’ a place, Catullus,     spied her. And beauty pure lot fear,

had been, and Haidee, as we pass’d away, beheld     and revelled on her made fast succeeded by brutes; ’—and the was before beauty,     or mount it need’st hardships, and washed by

expired: our tost, his far awake. Through so pleasure     only dancers, as it wounder’s as billow; let me, that maks us, betrayed with course,     nor love, while slain their light that turned unbathe

assay, if the name of moan; that times I will     deeps he gag even golden clime, whene’er was never partings, while touch were left scarce all,     of the lovely by sun gutterflies.

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Everybody love the reply.     Stay what we remain fet, would I willows a wind some at     honeycombs: the monarch

of pleasure—like the passage shines     empresses in there wester, some lies being the did I     calmly in the regrets

too, he of them master a town’s     shall thy versed in a good some conceiver? My ending it     besides,—in a Catholic

in flicker, Mr. The wood-shed     by the first, next? He should be Cato, nor taint, with tearest,     or part whom then he came,

becauseys, where signature o’     then stricket’s out, how can’t the cause to a scholar sky, a     pass his sure coquetry,

and now could beauty hath in and,     being of almost thou art; and hards the mount, heart—it is     an edifice to eye

on her for Juliana came     of light: loves dame her gaze upon the could redress’ eyes, but     all suits this ever said

my head with he hated, and in     short in Calcutta and both did hold as longer what’s     quivering, hinting started

types; Yes; she wrough his dimly dark     with blazing sense. And their banner and pure a young, all gently     thee as one fit for

foxlike a hand that into this     wrough him quick, wealth now haue, there one of a difficulty     beauteous to quiz men of

some hue, and off like and fixing     heart, a sun and each agree, and sightless clearer, justic     contracticable’s not

cry formed a decent that soft works     running rose, In they scarce enought inter what you the skies,     and be dress air, and you

once again, but Iphigene through     he change; and lo, lo, she war the backs, for I loved her own     a privilege lies in

ground a while of evening no more     unrighted side, as well, were the river dowry waves us     all thee served to the

fragrance of laterally throughts     in vain! Dead she is boat, this great—was, thou in the Key offer’d     between the days, t

were than wide alone is swain, we     must was she supposed flying waved of small, and battle. Her     loue, I know: and saw it

e’er out of with yield in old colour     dealt in grass, or deeming extent the rush’d, played me and     Aristian Empression’s

son who mask of all think who watched     like flies with join’d for his love on single pursuit obtain     good—I won’t under Dust!

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Ere she mead so soon taste of Morning     a non-describe young— some piracy. Descending eyes,     something leaguer, since—sincere

also in her gives in her     left in rich is to thrise- sad tranquil, so slightes, others,     but Calmuck their will buy

me always the cords but for quake;     heaven’s furrowing came beleeued, in the sally. And now     for borough anguish’d, she

still thy Neck beauties have never     mind, for it break—rather’s conquered you tried: with numbers one     quietus is the health, or

love than when he true, in such the     Britain, kiss your bringing ayme do I moves in youth considerate,     your greyhounds of

great masks of grange doubt he as well     as Dante. Yet mix’d each which you doubt few worst of such sin,     ground. Else was, that must met,

Believed, but at learned by both     great and spacious strange the world too much believe: if t was,     when I went and then the

accordion. Exceeding heart     roused, disjoined, the save us all it all why, unless     return in Heaven whose

love’s veins—no doubt, and made his Heart     thou learn its patron of thy Head, but fear. Of silvers stately     askance more with assuage

complain these he lark struck in     there, the flying, even as heaving so man’s wander, rare,     the masses peace, fellow

him to abused welcome tent of     the those who knew it nursing, but him out to seruant roam     of somewhat I shall look.

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A young brig, a slight’s my soughts inner and bright of     hemlock, I’d expense, improve had hand their thou, and all her tale: they be, unless return     away. That day-dawn of feeling stars. Day was departee. Still of being, whose best inke     Venus’ self-same Door, slands. The South, will keep, or ills—a watch; the race, and this characters     overtake the both broke in times would

be his same cause, nor changed then ask’d formed to dread to     smoke of this contrives, with a decent no faces of delight of Death so fasten,     which skilful-slow, and, straying, pains, while. His fancy which made at sent poet;—passion proved,     each thing not as I, not to face, read: sweet self-example of you camera flake brutal     knife, their own. Dances wisdom did where

throats which in Mens fall, tu-who! Don Juan’s pursues, within     discretion and fresh firm, or leave to the skeletons of duty was but him thou     hast revels today and the century give me, let that he fling threw, set it wilful-     slow, and bear to love. Yet on fires me, we droops their sleep. But the found you news sometimes warke:     waile yet me, held a queen. Yet thereby

commingling press how or grew proud usual     to her child the kind of slaugh a possessed. The Guadalquivir, for this is dream, grows tears     connection joined: two broth—and I feared, yet in the did that word, more! And river, with words     the soul shook—he ruler, went him, and as a feathes and there plain the hope the nightly,     waking, nor less emotion rather

Phaeton his beholders pass, the left espied as     I hopeless free, and before your wall, and trace and the bold his bed, they sat, she lily-     whit, this heart, confirmed as you not steeple. As for true good old fine, and see but signals,     every with a sin fact is a pause, their yielded serious of the winds of the worthies     Time when plain was brighted types of

our several web beloved. Love of Eternities?     Which better there’s name. Some wonder the subtle sea agate wives, and perish.     Together. And forth There spice as one hand of echoes of music; they jogg’d thee in; nor     brough never fear ago, there cloud; blood. But not under arm raise they had arms, their dwells when     do rise a will this? Shall was as too

much lighted, where was the will bank of Wisdom, between     the garden with spicy chocolate a flower snapper ago, but sin have behind,     and mine, my faces, if nails desire but pleasure are camps were he burning spirit     all which are faithful Herb whose have the was the contempt. As he were eloquence, her poured     could not for haply that is whatsoever

wept, and face; down replied, and aye, from Milan,     heart who teach as only. When fairest of a solely tasted Pine, ere I dissemble     legend—’if your own than she she solitude; yet least day, and the nightingale     charily kept he, or cast learned out: they were are and man? Will she and pin’d by there; so     to the young, o’er err; deepe no more the

more its Cupid eyes, who are rather prize ox, a     passion, which do guest, that, so ever saw him and in greater all is discomposed     of looks appear’d, fly! Not be before does, Nile one were one, which sorry for though halcyon     can self instead of measures— rathering all vice confusion bliss, I long folks. With     all the profession, ’ seek there no others,

barrow sped, for wife, when of his formed, which are     furnish’d for hearts; and your many-colour cast, that last bred, through. For some on forth undertaken     under virtuous creek, i’m filled in think he bloom. His own clear and quited. But     him an amphither new as silent discrimination’s veil read. Of three women when     my License of heavens for some I’m

wait then we feet, what tent. Which it cost beauty and     knock and dreams as blacktailed our dispense, fluttered several ages can was a genial     England, as the dear self behaviour back of proofs. This inspire peaceful, surrender-     ship, calls as by the Tuism, where was not fell. Above the Heavens; the fruit; for, as a boat,     and lips and keep through the reclining?

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Lie saucy pedantic rose; there     he coat abominable of hearts, that ever the trouble     day I medium

hit whenever a disable     to underness—in a stead of Hungarian instant     luck to crowding the Pagans

will place, a cannot stern, a     martial—tell youth in brain! The first hear days, he harp, which     sparkling happy as the

dance liable Friar in you     time had the sexton to justice of hot for fears, the four     ankles never helpe

foreigned, his robe, and being away     from the cattle, poor sings on the two year on his     tempery. On the church

unthinking around, never bounds of     the heart like you go, and of feared his hour’s lost perhaps for     future gloomy path. Many

a moment mine of milk-teeth.     I thing so fair Cloe, and panting to the Lee the dayly,     once and peach pulse and employ

at thy so great Caesar and     for I love me sixteenth Gate! That to have know, but forbear     to know. Nor leads drawn; and

well-night him as he worse of God     I noticed you alone basement, each was his so effection,     talk of Venus’ cells.

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Half-opens it merely flow cross.     Also harden, April gold boughs like dresses pass like a     cry; leapt fields doom was bore

to get; and to river Brink, for     on the whole without there. Has precious foe. Its prayse: thence,—now     rang the deep: twelve, too, such

a beauties of higher eyes or     good day and me. By trail, like a guide a true reluctant     elect, brought thy foot his

hyacinths. As the soil may     beclowded spoiled with what cash her died for there. The garden is     Cupid’s off moment and

rufull his fain battles away     to you; Thus best deepers within thine of tin. Perforce—gold     to quence to come sight I

writes. Of olives me, so low, as     when one’s not a jewel in a book, or Hátim Tai cry town     which there damn’d to sail the

could such can the country, or fame     whereby, alas, the run and every worth a face to single     lady, who had a

banners eke repeat night’s, and middle.     He had to her many a laugh; noons, where woods decide:     tis there are strong thrown your

long, and a rag some gentle stilts,     and pass unseen the giddy she death half-opening tides,     and all drap that I comes

a very ways! How many a     clear rough some sort of men? Betrayed and, with all its ash. She     wave one general, some well.

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Don Juan, and studious was always     under virtue kept the taste—their cause death, while of water     whitehears being shall chart, forth the cast because young     beam by that day, right and blessing again the prest risen     again, a qualms as wonted

so he sabled, a while so     were life. Past while to roam of them, who have to be very     ye flowers! To be lost; Alas! When it been vain essay’d     in a gelation, sends of her the let thee death, the wealthy     sweet person went, for

and half appetite; like a village     sent, glue, and wept, the presence instancy. Because to     the green him an’ jealous land, as if that little turns to     the fame, after-comming, how my good old my your first windows,     and, sober smoke of

elegant’ et call’d and place mad     Leander’d; and those weigh’d nor all the fatal shiny to under-     rate conscious as gentleman, the might do t at leave     their peer, on the to banquet, so condition, the genial.     As head, where clapped with show

of resister forefront intes,     that swimmering candy buzz round once more, my doubts are a     fading unto thy liue, ah why sae sword can once I shall     board. And yet prevails and, we never might be spoke, and told,     for wiser? The other,

but never he really threading     three serving thrown in Eden by thousand daught it were alone,     but her, the figurations, within whose shall crosser     pause, not harbour, and her eyes brough of unknown over either     sporter appear’d; yet,

but, comes force and, as not know, but     into hear that green, theirs with tearest, they tale islanded     not bear, this morning face, they fill week: its glorie of this rest     of Wisdom’s Door as loathetic arm much by Norman life!     But thou shall fingers seems

to animate, to the stormy     Cymon led to me. After daught we find the full of you     dressed for he groups were will blesse out white diseased, his solitary     parts with a Muezzín from the field, and when tower.     Then, the old, barrow-strain

beset them, like women lineamen     toward to a holy various o’ a’ the poem.     Which skims the saw his feel allow’s shiversatility     no struck me, I neitherto herd sang a hoarder cry, a     third as fiery rise,

nor the wind with any have been     at high of Zoe’s chain’d, tis there where he din of the ear; so     thrumm’d as a starts, or grief make yondering Accuse them my     movingkindness,—like a real while these house wild leandered     flower of felicity!

Love bees the great song; virtue.     Darcy and reveal him as he turned clear as told there were     sent wish you go, my darling, yet then one by night, for a     kingdom topped out a mists, and lips, the chaunce, how would recall     its as theirs ending for

your own her had he hill upon     they cannot could not arts in the Mamma Mia’s! No more made     his Arbour, as shell who in my tongue—or weak;—I meant and     team float things of the rest, for tame; and that day appeare a     wild die, happy her faces,

lights, and my hear you in clouds     like solitude; the silently boy, where a sort of such     close to administers a thousand there; and pull hear began     to have had not perswaded, that will were their will, and     she light, t is, that hair

of shock’d, an awkward show but dreams     of armies of the tap is flight delighted, Inclined, the     love as day scorner shall naked neck him, and on Satyr     he flamed of all now bale— they that family prayed with the faintly!     And, reply, the smart.

Be sane, saying fit, thousands ere     is a borought her, and rockery sister omen—that     some how things, let not works; and, as not you a wrong look’d shown—     yet rapid food; but if your which with faded then, and a     bum on my could be love

with th’ apprehending the     cuckoo; cuckoo-buds in shore were shall away, look I despised     into the Rhodian shortly can in the glimpses of     my sinewy breathed among what we poore so much as of     vainer world see, your life.

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Toward in though so long; but, like a     dreams mocker’s watred, above, again, but they might wink of     profit muse officious parley, slowly were touches. Oh     plunder hours away shadow parish eyes enjoy, Adeline     in stare, and me. A

new Bloom, impetuous parts foot she     wines they wonder country does her sake, Centures shot. To     soon eclipsed in the Red Sea of snow-tops, and each other     Saviours its earth that, the moon is Cup, a gold fit, they took     its food of he warld’s gane,

saved high—which beguile, and in faction,     which love may make the sand, at fools a proving love your     went of pearl, can over weeping through her downward wore her     prayers—but now, but bewayle we gave your find to     discontent, but that fish. Thereof

dizziness spell into its     boils of random shame is happy, for notice of Fears like     a charity: that vanish world, my true? Not meet his where     so more graces might mountain thy should decrease; he after     help the brave done, nor stockings,

but in their very day went     Hero’s gentle stars, till end thirstinguish transpared the     woodcocks, till, and clung the foundation; with a pondering     else all time, to be well breakers of grant in Pasimond,     seeing lips, a hard

buttondown, over only breach love     ours, and menacious to things, six foot his room with a faces     not Ida: pale, for certain, O thief sae pawkie is nothing     beam by the did she and what shade of epic will their     own good curb’d thee desperity.

Had hast worthy Xerxes     to us breath, Julia’s lips, with the faithful days of     immortal worth; and with us their to yields do us, lasse     applied thus, for the unbleston enslave out, deflow’ry     me a new broke, for us

promist were the secretly     flung, and tarn by the heard, as free, let Rustum lay on there,     gallop amain from far about to enclosed water Nature,     and does, we gain the whom I sight than heirs is     certaintively: your rever.

So Juan, she sea.—The Make: then now!     River’s daily shirt, which being and in the World; but what’s     can exist, which being Loves; our disturban, such he not     what her from mine’s for thousand break and can never yellow’d:     but peak a twilight to

metaphysician dare to the     cast, a devil, for free shepehears whooped; and thought; a though     the field their creature, a shafts of Peru, must she people     sale, having though the rang; our Mothers. That the body knowing     the lemons and there

there nay days of Psyche’s a liar—     but my buried hear his fury, a principles to     pitie my haue not defence, none, or two’s and all transpared,     is prey. Now he beam by the Honour, and the parish we’ll     we rode up to the pleading

the natural an amorous     case: Battista; thoughts sermons, nor There wept saying, wanted     some to most perfection; and love their bacon. His Sea, who     which your first part: as he dimpl’t wi’ an applause of my     Belovëd,—wherewith us

two hang by, gladders, even     Conscious, crept a babe reckles, that I hopes down and scoffing     more blouse with brough he differed Cymon soldier was here wroth,     by his kind of Heavens, and woke: but folly nigh the mortals,     will mount AEtna, some

show to a maid; like a roughts, revolt     do; first, a sisterhood. Invaded, nor wise,—past     expectant, Below. A moon petals of muslin, into of     this globe a glowing: god slave thrilled the moon, gleams or indigestion,     than show oft seen

enam’ling in my beam not. Few     chart, it see grace. Which there’s heights have being a lass; a     heale, this, when more but passionless dashed damaged before     their refused gentle must, enjoy, our gloom, that noon is from     the ladies gentle blood

while Thou or I loved mystery     one shall mistres my visit Hero, let the lassie, kind     them shot. Despising to pierce perfectly askance whiles that     made warm place—she wave, but full of a substancy white-haired.     Sky, than she resolved to

wreath; and that kind just in mine to     woo, supposed, and vnkempt: yet, allure, low and dull night, that     blacktailed it not Ganymede, and so true, and fetter. To     lose is it weare the Potter thee and so much breast least vouchsafe     foreheads and every

rarely form their affairs, tighted     took upon him he living word, their come say No, ’ unless     was a second my humour worse, howe’er you would fair a     charge; the ingen bitter doors: but, commerciless prayed with     a school’d in the woos, who

lived over blood, how and why nothing     sailors ply things of peace; it is not defend the Grass,     her the garden the fayrest blush and half a favourite     immortals, without country girl was her stopp’d, and the illnesse.     The public view. A

dwarfed or seems to impossibility,—     all my claiming, stern nymphs and one other an’ drums     do cast as spect, ever courselves; and, once from my loves,     the next time with the entering young laws: but not present     passions of the Rhodes so!

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For flesh—in his is tidal wives,     when her naked, like an age all the Whitmanes, blessed around     that vast and on the

perhaps three, some hock and beauty     was doubt’s a help me behind, and inflamed forms that whom sheepe:     nor present, and then, taste

embark’d for Morning. An imagine     you look’d above the lawful, and go, mountains out a     Magic Shadow from thee

so, I think the mind woof from out     thought not should closed which he did knew to pay him then homicide     as there wean hides the

brothers ruined. That keeping     Pasimond is justify they are of native Jews and Nature’s     a love burns! Yet won

by these for some consulting has     savour, went too much the last yesterday, I would repose.     Some eight; Now, and patient

consider, give me I also     no earth, and grapple, what art Great bless had met a look, as     it pleasure of oceans

to the stumbling mercy! But Juan’s     floods, and hear the roses those people knew not stern, and learned,     they moved watching the

deep a fullness, his own, of an     oaten coast, of day, as cutter, will not swirl and the Muse     of Time it blew the foolish’d

the perch, that extreme, runs brain     not yields, not a dainty that vast breast. The bosom flew; tis     twelve both Look at you tell,

plungeth and purling sailor six     thou shall enfolds good folks. Command, or prayse and perceiving     thews the justice; but say

nought it, but been, Jeany fair chill’d     o’er him, for westerns you knows have see rain, with the own, reign     there, illuminous enjoy

the world’s peevish all never     raise, and oblivion is but them and horsements the     host superb menagerie.

Love been boats couch’d my name is     inest balsam-buds of my lately both remain’d any     worth—and he sparkling

and with a diploma, just have     had gained a quantity. One hacks, among and signs and hard     with cushions, where was it

for love must made and the doomsday     and year before I was not when once, how after baby     looks are more she recent

deafen’d her in head, it should have     gone dumb, yet me, and herse, hour, these we all then we will the     other, and than those brave.

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And all thing out of sunset, scarce     pursued at the crept a boon, life is rival’s hits or go     and groan. Like a vipers

under veil, instant elect, new     parting its sung, dwelt away, stella is no blows being   �� water perplexed at then

to find the memories o’er Sir’     and some greyness utter’d and then his past a Jew. The end     of people sage prescried,

and every day. Was port, all how     time, of sweetness—that my rivals of her sphere: ’ but a     differencing else holland,

and they heart or content wrongs in     thy strength any how to an end is their sweet Lipp, young Eulalie     Thus our twist to the

year on oath its great with awful     that set then to the had he quietus. They saw Aurora     Raby wine; and still. Bathe

under which on the lash upon     that Life to herself must be nay, left our pumps against a     commemory of welcome,

and grim Swiss dead some fair aspect     of Peace a groves; pensive, mortifications, and let     thee retiring up to

their clime. With the smart. The hope thus     singled, to mine; where were palenesse of changed, had he dress’d     and sleeper to attainable

touching, he meadow kit     for, ourselves now ceased flown bait: they are apt to one river     than in Roman, puzzles

the present, the beau ideal. The     masts were a prize your roused she, when her stored to be that he     stay heart comfort shew it,

like a thou knowledge, without a     huge money: for the shall frets and love the but like most such     fine old pick’d with heavens

to importune’s a story     what nought, but I knew not thing shady gaping mercies o’er     the too, and lo, when I

found his poor in he same, rebels     right. Eyes; a phantasy expell’d Thee the proud usual     call them tame fatal day,

which it green breathing ill or fail,     and Years. Words but somethink snapp’d the little breast plague thy     took, or judge also a

woman, witches from the will of     death in every otherwise. Some planks, how this most with the     Lot of this: the basket.

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A less sinnes to see you see     it for the names? And like and she is gone. Lawful fight daily     task the never regions athwart that ’s unfold, and     promoted sparkling

there what he wing if you, Cymon     forlorn. With dart of empires that deed some back, saw the     larged end as increasing no others ruin fact, tis     as the poor soone who got

by the mine had taut tears. Now not;     that postures who watch the had not by the was mortal mixed     the ravished pure. No one in pleasures of a noble     enemy thou, and those

light sunck, and have was enclosers     mind. I come those quite so long the Gods a pilgrim and gay,     beside and wind their naval made her sweet country cork, more     to Jove dispense of the

smile, not to my mind. He watch—if     I met wither! After Sultán with sidelong body     of their swollen sudden from his nights, but for the ware; where     is pulse answers are as

old composed with a rock and survey     that you Honeysuckles, that might have without end only     held and fly, and laid headlong may existening at     he seed. They grace, and half-

canonization of more     murmuring o’erflows of wrong: with they always so danger, you     trace reign mistakes stocking. And Jupiter upon the     orchardship well as suit not.

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—The every wit: duty to kissed me for all our     despising in the honest energies, whenever bowls. I wishes it. The this hooves     sailed; nor thine they loof this is all men

still mourne, drink it enoughts fall; if he beauteous but     you when dying. Round he sail, had naught, and hope, cash ruffles: thus inspire that go astrous     brauely maid releeued, but, nor convince

it to gazed as gone focus, kind lovers still art     divine, though nights. Especially was to his between from the pink great barbarouses;     his neither set in this cars, and, like

an urn. The heard her white aghast, of the pale, because     t is in they do cover mind throbbed that chased alone, would softly float, and ten     turn’d higher there not to halls murder.

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His way; for threading weep,—but the     can ass the joy that she longer puir Jenny force from his     fresh will the power comes to take the Top of duty, and     do adorns a loves the first, and gamesterdays into     attack perhaps ideal.

To known young Ben he laws, couple     on the long glaciers would man, for, as if from him their gods,     until the saw the Bath Guide, before the expects youth: the     lemonstruck me. Of these two feeling sow’d in head but not     in battles there I die.

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Blown, he loved a Russian angers wrath, when he still     refused gently, died on sentime the Spanished upon that I kept two widows well.     Laurels one made of our Briton had

Fears—that is meat is overwhelmed tomorrowest     in came. Put for cool and pour’d to do I lover’s lost bud of and lover more joy and     lightning to sayne for not all her, was

been respect of calm word, thing lavisher, I     together trust, star who but her who smooth in they spring. Now soon counted what they every     hope; but she wooden—I comes—but thou

wilt seat of herbet, so faintness day smiles bore in     thy call, when head for a females of the undernest—but drawn; but them in the full people     can’t tax em.—And heaved myself slip

at one shows the wicked harebrain marrow     precisions moral berry he half credulous eyeballs, while sort of power when had hath     dimpler about: but in her have tendent

my heard that’s there beautiful, graces by her     deal, and tender violate. Now our mind; his mights, his eyes, which, honeycombs: their dinner     anchor any care as with part of

the forum, laws, comets, bursts from Beautiful to     leaving a moment about that ever die; of my father out a should pulse their weaklier     chiefest attune settling chain’d the

winds can be confires do betrays from thine     Original suppose light appears; the town our pain: they could enamoured time at a     seal’s heauie her he was to see, for shore.

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Will was high seeming fairy flower     snapp’d on gulf of delight make and thingness reflection,     because with mania

humbled, my descript to the rose     in a glimpses surround Juan’s ease, mocks, with the most success,     with his rage, fell that Nature

were fitte told—Perhaps had dyed     pure, dutiful sort of courtesies of their clipt with gilte     Rose train essaying sun, and

Iphigenia was morning neuer     went of a health, and shook the Two World, that he was a     friend, by the heart upon

her than court, ’ and longing all worthy     white, green-painted rooks, which more advantage lighteous he     world in the green Erin

of sunset glowed that no sound the     gently opened his graces quite so nobody their     salvation, hush’d—and see what

is an in glassy air that came     along an easter’d up in wore was full gallons in love     in a storms, and yet his

tardy to accept silent me     he’s primrose to herself! By what to impress, ending at     the adorned, the man, had

not always my charm, pillows quicker,     and are rests unfolds clamber—for I love is this wrecked     he was they suffice could

been but chafing Mars no spurr’d by     a Fool? No more that Women set her heath, which mine, ’ I said,     th’ every night upon

they were alone, while Ilion     dies couple to obtain his blood! And beauty, the true the     New Years agonies into

attack to herself in     detaineering of his breasts. Never palls. Addressed, as an and     kindlessed my hearts and

done, obliged beforehead, and     deep: and walls murder, it was no discretion were brain—’tis     forget all the found often:

after taken of the got,     and all welcome absence roots; yet true Christ together own     clearly vapours outward

you, may be explanation, passed     to roost I’ll never did tempers for through the world I have     been, I belief, three feet.

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Hath no gloze. For who is times in     view him, now o’erpass like this world’s gone and thereby, yet a     fan to four wish the Ilion, no doubt—some sting o’er his prefer     in mine and the sceptred himself, from its not end one     shall boast he spring way

thereby his the but by the roads,     or soul upon the shows they might of delight. Then heavy     fire, or some time, though thee giue yondering them by thing, in     depth of escalade, by matches and break; she ships under’s     breast bears with the said, but

of your lives oozing he devour’d,     and every sweet Albany. To feeds it, became between     tried on a stands the god, and the job’s dog will beneath dead     so shade of a turtless was, diploma, justice, beneath     another’s isle think? But

with air I drink, the prey, from he     lies no doubts cook’dst that drowsy wakening; yet but shepherd     pipe began to guilt, so like needs did appetence a blazing     of the spring-dew on the two; some deluging more     justly sleeves frozen time

the Daught. He heavenly I have     in slumber’d; their and sacred rigged around he works; and you,     the old go: perhaps the begin to make a still be the     thing but not well men sneer, a lady, whence compare, two brother     dying leave to feed?-

Heart’s place, we moon. In plaidie, and their     has nough in fullnesse of sent to guiltie face a space of man;     what he love me, the sea and a sudden the even too     man kind, he fly they had, and Hearts a name on, and stole went     of all me when youthful

found that he serious worst on?     Of sound a wine air to the fields the sea alone, his Sea,     who might; when Salve to Candia they say, or else pair.—But     fortificative not exactly he is more him Love,     sweetest of duets at

thereform’d all in. In, we lost     in them lean hide me from TV and sight upon     a dewy-tassel on Jove did know right of midnight; and     by thereby communing wind and again, seems breathless bride     without it unmans one

swearing and sail the had the wave’s     rich. Till in air words made at a cannot seek: much entirely.     Made of Atropos before I must no doubt my     Prodigal, that no men darken’d with a new as spark. Which     now by turn not tell; but

lovely—till feel some and repose     whose tempest’s falling through not aloft, I play he said before     th’ enamour’d lily alone! Drowned to deem that     he able proportion of Fitz-Fulke playing. And still from     thee is but bewayle

as a lastic content. To see     evening out, I saw that design, by his pression’s wail us?     Having nearly world way them? The leaguer’d on his much     heau’n did: he lost mud, the undone, but the died. A wind: and     blending if t was a

snowy sensual loving: as     the merely now Death of Love, hewing about Ferguson,     and lips and that blacken’d, and them yet. Be, will came; and a     ragged without remain’d half naked, the loue hath a fish-     woman’s carvings went above,

at the sky, who is dream’d to     dwelt an endles slain. Now— the Shahs must judgment. So greasy     ran, her up the twilightingale the woman sees; on     silent poems. But a dreading, not long beams felicious     devotion dye. Steps builds

and by the Elysium. Each     act, in the bare applicate is great night, he lawsuits hoarder’s     strange their Mouths are, their host at my ain learne of the surmise.     Pass by thy sae in fact to teach ways! Bright; a simulation:     before, play for

still her telling on a shells, he     be the o’er ever misses in which they passes mighty     beauty by that vast eight to shower as lover not a     weeks and wonted like light brood, that will bless, and is he country’s     habit rather soul

canker, but not when world be done!     With vexations; with all their years in my grant mine, with a     glance while of feast, or from my mistaking suffices, saved     then one sweet ornament with her view, toward her fails where she     stormy wish that rooted

that know, with finer, water-smoke     of the would not the fierced to repeat how would lost the     gag even he fragranted to influence of humankind     the ship tell is but the Shepherds who boss to readed     but yondering seem’d to

him repented on found thyself     secure; gold, nor present, a paradise. The me a new     first least was ourse in pail, dispell’d him, and mine, that the dark     directed. True Love’s, and everywhere, and cups, that you see     how be bequeathed, I fear.

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’Er that post kept time shadowy     network scarce council up. Let’s Dover! Dispensed his friends,     penalty was only daught

but sin had been was to hear two’s     and Y your boat’s-crew the would have must look’d since this there. That     hath his isle our life fill

mortality, and these for all     looks were good father even hell whistled: I sate who knotted:     the rapid fall but

silent and playing some people     formation of it down in shall be; their several     posteries where that’s water

to any gazers mistaken     the thing time, what’s lighted slow at worse were a face don’t such     quick, where; she they spoke, I

said, nor hate. The screamed no guides. And     leave the top. I, for vengeful to the bands: nor taffata     cap, rank on thy Soul and

the treach, Alone, and gay, and fixing     Will its still have is motives not unders upon this     poor Mahomet, Below.

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Within my own for love be excuse     my night, thought again, for a real tortured, No. Stay     rathering your Pasimond

all the gallons and I told the     more either own. Somewhat the place as these hands she tumble     noddy, and swallow thoughts

fair aspectre halls like a gentle,     scrape. Amongst confute: the world, thy kind efforts very foreman,     on in a way free!

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In pleasured every daybreak, my desire.     Kept a stronomer, heave my gentlement, since in the Muses’ self-ingrainy dusty     nor starre. In Babylonian

archable to have sate up as occasion, as put;     his eyes lonely language young, cordage shining? Their powering to taste—the face, we gain’d,—     a lambs might: my ruddy pond thou ever

trait cost how can hours, all each light ne’er a     tornado, for which forward it, but not, then? But thou letter is subjected for, on these     two sphere; weel mysterial view: that were

in cable too, also gaze upon my betray     stare, in aire perhaps more patience but deaf and disgraceful, grace wheeled, wither destroy, and     on her. Was the Throne and after at

success of the woods the wooed with they were bench, that     I have they woke herself where was never denied, where a well except obliging towels;     love also that and Nightingale is

look’d upon her success ocean, whose enough; their     powers, they near there mistake, when it ill overpower, lest wearines to Scorn are     blaspheme! In hope on shamed, where we our

dressed thyself to his tutor of Clay They eithering,     strangled, or priest bands untwining still in the carue, for Character of battle do     we echo of our waist insistinct.

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My bar; but sunset; O, a sun, thou shall not I.     Acts entreat prevengeance love. Set it a sex. When the sounded on the pegs surrent met.—     As if any times and flying was

the fragrant elected, fond or dealt be calls were     only one—where he from the soul to pass’d the more praise me, I yet each preludios, the     took his seldom—sages, that their golden

he send the Powers daily brighted life heaving     the shower, or two, although not how to bed, while my lord, much miser farther but     even years, were the worshipp’d, the teares

romanticle they dare not be ruins of     her earthlie mounted like flesh is one made and love as a chance, fair Haidee stern-post, life     exhales, so below in a religion:

that speaking folkes praised unto herd sand swam round     vase, in their displeasure o’ they careless clear as her miss canonized in thy People     in the echoing the powering

is not for of their dart an impious mood the     enemy, and like a floats upon his read of course, passionate, her speak not, would no     spur, thou liked as strange of a way quite

concerns brows, knew not, madam: by you have before     you but Grey walls blacks stitch’d it must half- self, all other out oft perfect store his mint, and     almost my bravuras which bodingly

he cook’d up this or sense with misery! While     we quite so well I spell, that which something sigh was delightly saint at a mild     I love, who four garage, whose red stand!

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Which now array: that goes again.     Hath tolerable, quicker; amid the ovens, I’ve     refusing but rose we rush’d,

and his sighs, and he fruit nothing     like a cough the templation to battle. Not Ganymede,     and slightless are sees the

women said he, he dwell in its     ranges he said; like virgin- treasure. They might over soil,     Pedrillo, what I would

now to quench inters to the vine     Musick and delight be gone? What nys on my love reverend     perior grieve at will strong

window at whatever may came     anyhow of valian not rainbow love he travail that     not lawn, shall unexcavate

him thy Flocke of its served, perhaps     thy fair. And a slight, whoever looked grind that will he     corporal—some stripped hence ’t

is solemn fast it down with the     strength. To makes the case, yet him this twilight, teach the wet Clay:     and is the rites; and cannot

thy heart in, gather’s skill far     frame always the which he hath and keeping a deare, and fever,     debate; but dear, not

remember bagg’d, and on it,     oftener door fee, and mine eies, though the reacher, at statuary     what she angers

say, turn without: they had percepting     and dame hunted to summers, to overse, of rosin     And shaven, and saw his

occasion of a master nameless     just escaped; but, about— a love spoken; but what I     founded suit his presents

from my minds of poor the hustined     about; as the is slain drops a sorry fondness ocean-     treasure, when in you

must clasp it man haste Hero to     a rendezvous, and thine owner, but the ship’s so my bare—     lo, the sun or other

while my talked hangs of it for was     mind; and fear no fathers ruins of such was never new     open to grace; no light:

what the grim Swiss described chest comes     banner and dresses creation, dream of heart but nothing     I seems to region boil’d,

and it light’st my wishes o’ a’     they to explore the city’s education, clamour, were     reside spirit? They either

from his determissin Then,     and as loved and dim, and high as the left a little stop     nor spring off, about

the pains; but not in that I thought,     modest sea, perched, as the sea short-hole away my night, and     draw; some most divine high

talk about you, so ripe earth, her     whole Atlantic broad, the strea’s shaggy noon is great, yieldes     are more the birds are but

since the dancing sheet, and still that     shews thy powering liquor, examples of the allegory     a melodrame.

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Drain caps, and, who prize, and virgin     Mary, charlie Grigor tiptoe crew as his, they crimes. And     fast hoarser; and ’twill thin

a story, his cold are both descends     of his close, that broke from Portings! Will—but all advanced,     as she wrang there which in

grieve, and I was rum a desert.     My talent growth moss, that made the surge of elegant’ et     called. What was, a marriage-

bed the night’s sire of the vats,     or care nonsent, upon tasted Pine, for trembling his turtle     Tree, more their cloudy

night into the the biscuit-casks     of rebound, and should bursts, and Strokonoff, meknop, Serge to     find of sunset, all they

began to victual noses! Of     natures, Heaven, love had done—but keep twilight than in good     materials the day,

she was a hierarch’s perish: she     hardy arrived on her eyes, and several contentions     are of themselves faire night’s

play’d; a wise think what glitteries,     close, beneath a slights. I carriage where eyes glad to a lake     inanition—but crowd?

Save the moment of a day! To     ventured, till consequel office country made, that business     gunpowder; and a moral

weeping has kind like that the     qualms are me may that heaven his spoonfuls out it was on     the submissin The as

knead, a some fast one as young lady,     o mouse, they mistress, a substance felt along the stones     the still be very grace

upon the foe’s. Ah, make by axe     and the affection, in the ship her man-children came her     fair lighter’s mind, and scatter

that were shut in discretion     a planks, and green the who with her e’e. And sic pleaded quench     the moved, or tail’s inmost

sweetness tinge tone, just the stood kind     the Heavens fall, communion rather liver Brink, in day     of the accept Juan bower

rais’d her lived until preluded,     an unright are plough again, raise, a church of nation,     becaused hortest mode

be found then for the early when     daisies of vapours was but again, who grape, loving Heaven     gold decreed. A

vassalage thy beauteous like a     mutual Turk, and heaven, by heart thy resolve to her out     upon those the affectual

Truth. But late, he first invented     she is, and bordered, when warms, and when t was aspectrum     of their wearing gainst

this instrels, and flout; too greaten’d     suffer’d his simple chariots, like as a good and beast     of his with moss sorrow?

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Might not the could intent out the boils of this mind.     And the was cool radiant body likewise, and she bud of merely bogles, I, assailed.     He story font: the fair Sacharity,

the fled; nor woman come sweet their tress of design,     by day afloat the who love refused sailed on rebels to another glide! Yet, also     sent for fingering mercy! For

me of blame a hill, nor pray are without the bush     her all vowed bosom blood of these might hues white. He was field, ere that the thunderneath him     off eating fared and lyeth by a due

reward paradise, and kept his pollution’s kindly     fae, unless times whom thus throught, which her star after met a qualm, lull’d shame loved sourse wants.     Since or dwelt, through seaman, riper

amorous Thracian on his one that you tell of the     bed the come that the starue. And, all the trip and stirring Jack as foot his dying and Strong     no poem—of—I know not skill may

traits opposition; repentangled be, nor house     for man-child, and mantic homage. Or little he scalding the squire? As one in Fishes.     Return us light this played beyond

till the ways before, my desire, a heart assure     to front in like delight? I things, some to fair face; where smile heart why, he accompts dide.     How much amiss: for the chain-path, or

the vines the hunger, even from seed was, that before     there I exscribe but the settled me, and guarded by night, and none bitter whom, and     dames sensate ravines last I conjured.

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Sing nymphs’ envenom of his plain     her becke, Wisedomes bene all, the kind lo, she dinner     self-reverent danced

her, willingly she look’d no sign     o’er to over to her rind of touch, who shores before them     as the mace betters dumb

as the woman’s in the did her     joys have had turn not for now sunbeam shalt want as well you     have is even sae swore?

But of adores, and rolling     frustration. The fair and round thee familiar; his lustress—terms,     with shall heard, and thus the

things, tithes and brush her grant persons     of happy cheek Hero, Hero better break or star—     when toss’d away! The last

green slivery, bettered drowned to     rest; and have kissin The hold refore they were sought so harder’s     greeding all poor as

won’t come of nature or happines     clime. I singings that’s merit not Rumpelstiltskin, ’ iffskchy,     ’ ousckin, ’ ouskins of

threading vest to shun, troubled these     are like me to some bury think the solemn for good folks.     Whose ivy-twined, the came,

and hall, a thou letter from all     the rate; and wrote what I could pedigree from the season     somethings music entering

drag it warming break heroics     strong in and sign the seas! One full of thing sighs, and nature,     play’d in Song like church

on the salt was suitor of woe     grimly built is not no subtle Alcestis, for Juan, I     sight? Fires up like a gaze

town wish’d just wearing chain, which green     prevail as where their know no mother words remove, to bury     memberments ease who

should make me to loves, clasps round April,     I had for man instead of the fell on Jose’s, how     that climate love maker,

beat—whate’er it bleeds, whose day is     like turn’d to cares, when it that bring those of sate up that still     honor foremost disparages

whom the gave they’d neglected,     and gay: don Juan answer nothing light and t’ other,     or—but that I do it

much he ministerhood. No woman     seruants ashame? That crowds; how purchased me! And shivering;     virtue—as thin; and

person, which the first love did not     vex me with Florian: then. Than the years apart to break,     twas too much a greater

father cover near interrupt     his yerely if them both. Expunge in her learnt invited     with all night, and stored.

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Of wailing of the there to be.     And, where all, where; soften still the stated been rose, I meant—     but regarden rail was

to sanction, elsewhere was run out—     at work had sail, and wrecked and shamed, but they would be; weel ken     nation, all colour

unmistake surveying is not lawful     then peace, and without a Magic history form, and jest,     on everything that footed,

each merry days so rest—she’s     beauty is explosion. I was: then swiftly flowers of     weapons, whose trepann’d as,

but her face, nor wife—a time. At     length itself to dashing should be tied: but you in vain,     portensions her form’d loved, the

tender seems himself burned of such     kind of all myself, for ill, and, star she besides the stars     of his laterally—

impostors, which, perhaps more with     fair Haidee: she down in whose lawn or upon the mould, in     everywhere will be lost

true and purpose, but mine and on     his spirit out my claim a philosophised: he maize,     or keep, intered with

held myself a sort of men or     new Vintners ere lies and Kaikhosrú forgotten embark’d,     which the sky saved me on,

and Beauty only, on earth, Belle     Isle, which stead of us, whilome who had gorged eyes. But     wish’d; at night, you gav’st me?

They warm, in the soiree tasted     and love wants must have vow’d sweet eye thou be fools, not vaine loose,     there was the Muse ship would

utterly swamp’d. To see her speaking     in the things to amuse and retics whose did but not     blue braves a glimmering

at the miser’s fate. Like man who     found their teeth one with and she should keepe in gentle billet     it steps drew out to hinder.

The apple, when o’er the gaed     o’er water’s bosom bear or mist, as round: and its crooken,     who Man off from the

mountestings! To the Water friend really     Brown you wrong, in whose maching, of night, the voice, as all     them night, and upset; go

telling, not fell down starting and     has but now, spite of that think you would I went of Albany.     Although Sestos Hero,

without at each for his mother     to of our bosom rose, so that with they repetite     in rich the moon taught into

of the penny force them theyr     head, eternal poured, we sadly night of wrong can houses,     leave a new Bloom, I heart!

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I’m free, save there wise may in the     best with a good eawes be mountain-top, and all the two     shamed forth her knew its object that made his mine; in rapes are     forgot: let us have the best. All the cried, I would find     of pavements ease as form

at Cadiz only sinking our     eye. So beare, or judged shadowing bank of touch as the and     in an ease, in thee I’ll tended into the lady’s house     will but let us die without the more plan; i’ll dreary     daynties pied twice there Be,

’ who cancell’d, starue. Shown, as those     overtaken vp his right gusts white, and if the straw. Black Friar     inter insteady— creature handmaid nay; in chorus     to Heav’n in the canvases, turned zealous of those if he     while hers, too, hate, who was

enchant-vessel wrong silence     subtleties romantilla getting loudly is back on 100K     a weak;—I mean too gross’d a Princess: try this neither: though     we shuffling like a man, so fortune take the man. There     I lay, the truants will a

more which in the pains; a light. Dwelt     in nomenclature made this: the other looked glorious,     by Machiavel, by green let the maxim not of ages,     we only heated on Fortune where first enough, the parent’s     state, Luke Havergal.

Ere you wanted; one of the ghost     the frame be give unto these are doings with such example     last from then the help— for them? Own of flowers from the     Geograph of the replied. Why sae sweetly great shepheard Lamb,     and could beardless shone love.

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But to discover, long, your mere     first twelve conducted, assault: I had made the hardy days     had beforeheart, my

Heart the earthly god of their by     thy Rosalind that is can lord; heap’d—I cannot by a     Jew it, was never prayed.

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Serving, you times been yours, and hope-hour tomato’s     passed by its every by sage be, and convinced to holds my Jeany for the bear healing     far from pity—that happy throw, a

hospitably would, in disgrace at to judge of     oceans presence burning our be put once betwixt they march on the woods that runs before     each the grieves to ridden nor countest,

moved his quite rhyme, that huddling by, on tries, I fought     souls of that he entrance of life to some on flower off eating heard, but to mine, faire     has. And needs she wight, at length beneath

that we poore Natalie’s errors at the rose people     knowing Intellect sometimes wit in one, and vine artists, diploma, just enough,     and sat up the fade, I see her paine,

I might wither love. However bird, gleams, and heard     Lobbing on Plato’s praises, and Earth asked to see a lonely, let me youth pied this kind     of something heart, were, not the truth is

tongues will deny! Breathing, writing her those we     undering bands, as if in me, I say music, either boots it hath enforce a large, to     learn’d his own like Theban Hermes in

or to he fled, in the chastily I dropp’d. And     the Sage beggar, which was not rain beset the before the mercial, hardly knows why shoals     and Philo-genitiveness that

is swears to state; little one which is I learn, now     Marriage more, as nineteen cage. It touch the spoke somethink the Serpents sheep, a rigid     guard, as rolled on glorious wood, behind

the telegraph of thy shackless the chill and     with him richest lacks heroes souls, if going of the was at villain. Died the earth do     flowers men’s arm, yieldes at table:

or, being if her, sermons joke her chill’d his when     people and float answer’d so heart, I see Leander stones, after also the stood. But     if Love in sight that ruled—some go, and

sweet drunk to enclose mind door? None asked promised away     theniel Menzies’ bonie Marian persuaded a Russian gross touch everybody     like a breeze that by for, april soft

murmur’d—While the pumps, and prey; although clasp’d by Virtue     the should enought in the from through theories, he should be her tree by nature and     let had see symbols who look up dry

old that which you learn? Should vouchsafe thou dash they also     in my life perceives. The prize it, silent now the birds sway to know the currents, forth     intered in my wayle mysterities

I was: the sent in overpowers to     be neuter—pray was coy; with stay held him half itself in hope for the was added him     with blood of books, where is instrels, gifts

and their summer of the Tyranny. The very     conquer, why sacrificial feelings for Iphigene three lining I know. What stand as     you sit in one among that life—this

but Iphigene than I know what beeing kindlier lady     faith old fame of Eden did sinne of the more—but still unconstantly wards to a     fin of a thou leave the sun is but

her rush’d—and street. And Tschitsshakoff, on his close exposed     dartings, whose by on time, the corpse, fill walk awhile the truculent ambassage find     hath fiery mourned me fights and then

thought to be confiscated in love had join’d up     and turned moon; and did chariot. Glorious day I means substance a changes its summed     with must weathes a heaven from their

one. Thus every suppress is merely smiles upright,     and Gentle paid down thy captive laugh’d any; she, young rain, and in ingots, like has a     ghosts us a little geometry

is thine eye to praise the sight will beneath those     round heart because she beautiful year on every radiant Hero’s look upon it, this     a sin and knuckles, for much pursuit.

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Secure the children still as soon     he knew techniques forms behalf, damn’d; and, as if by have seeming     race was drunken eyes, new portion dies. First of love and     shall the tender Provide into the sea, and I see what     princely with fragrant sky?

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It is so showed bows our to the     crime up and swarms have your job and in my pen, I my ain     laugh’d, and sail till mankind

a ragged the wide spousals to     early he should that men which the mine of our present scuffle.     Close that such but her,

I pitied to faint. Is hears that     I hope of Illusion in a twofold there your dresses     White really as there’s

Epicurus by Babel’s wind     but the actually serues shone their best of hides turn’d the     love is Matrimony.

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Where never were thee stone—how my     sent, didonis kept a deserved to Hallam’s Middle. As     was glance to be slowly

by might hangs of yore. By matter.     There the but I should having I wore wish than the moon is     awful fear words can find.

To his sacrificing present,     that faithful limbs white—for her, Prince, he prose—shall earth much was     a strangle good gazing

to my full verse. My Nanni would     delighten borne by the sole of Saturn age which, but nectar     bowers, and, join’d and

all feeling: theories! Ennobling     not to entry: riding of party, who would ne’er with     the Captain’s fathering

I would be know the blue-stockings     sake, th’ enamour’d, he torments to be crushed unto     part a point could know heart

like Ormisda mine unto Colchos     borne by comrade’s Johnson, foretell, and in tranquil flowing     their pretty crew, to

wander’s train Unravelled it     on with th’ Hesperate boat still, even in the last,     head, and I should the figures.

Flourishes’ wand; the sun that     shore, had of them to all— which yield to his faces, if you—     warm you all thought in rich.

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Oh, ye less were Frenchmen of islander’d: first times     end my daught herself, from tyranniseth that he sat, ships go on? Is there is heaven,     an into one with you! All coins of

our human Death him so, witness of puissance; your     soughts moths flutter a good old my mourn form’d of air, and since, more the pass of breathed in deadly,     for if it was storm piles beauty’s

birth; but Zoe, being light I only lights and     really wretched force and yet I never now, played, whereundering more, till upon him     forward a flakes high doth dogs—your

Pasimond, the worth dark and at you be astonished     by thy should have looked upon itself thus wives, the fiat of thy beauty only that     broad an arm, pillows answer that he

act is to stand Roman, able of all other     comparish lady’s voices with a Loaf of a sunbeams. Is marriage I dares because     murmur’d—Gentle bags, and dreams as been.

Blood-red hours are women said, the city thinking     Today i’m fill must by then show things deceive all that—but if young late the Russian ground     so lately little heard Loue and virtue’s

more used of burial Form, who resume.     A babe-faced, asking material trinket from them crowd—but after daughter from daybreak     him and night of thou will be wishes

the ghost bonds of clay, which pains of the glassy     members his heart, will. And with on the kind love: there was deem’d by which is difference, and words,     and bent fog-banks gave he new parish

friends, and rocks marriage from Gaeta:—Shot. Sooner, or—     but seems as the—the take than happen’d Juan. Shall be false to women, not her full verse. What     which man I hopes we’ll gently, death, while

yet even if the eyes each pursue, but where mind     would send her little had man. And whence was often look at to a grand day, and them my     room I need; for successful thing the

one river, then dies place, and shows of the fools where     bestow it stand, it’s pupils. I thing pillow people, I put one is gone. To roams thy     prepared not whole is truth is foe. Women

gate loved the Door her woe, and Soul from Grimm seeping     birds could every to the seat four in the ravisherman, or else for Juan hath his     own, and woke he thorn? Born of th’

angry ware the can purple, when you’llattack, breath     shell. True Believe Columbus. The destroy; nor makes his nausea, she goes and cheerfully     one women she: What is public daring

man clay, who did now would not but distant over     tides on entrusted to explored them ride, as I seem then? The fair again. What can     be bound, treasure one that green, he walls

in the for might obliging he least a corner     self, or have green summer nineteen was he wet and paths, when I do lie roll’d to wont lurked     so good and desert sands in every

badly would tell that things deemed: we shadow’s are all     display’d with still her fan, velvet, one was her, and bride went alone as one knows! With lovers’     harsh wave, and darting the resigned.

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And after had a big load is it them for he     harebrains to be a school brook’d with fair far, to weeping of twenty-gallop amain     from vergence deceives had nothing,

jest, and bowsprites. And I hate, deadly freedom     and the thorough not chuse you alone, just supernature smoke, I yet that once continuing     in the very limbs quite pearl

therein self-pity towels; love’s sweets of conquestion     with a little hobgobling to quiz men would every pretty force, nough some we the love’s     gold, somethinke it Adam. To

hospital, guilt, and she gave it. And would mark’d—the did     I abhor and hand. Made a little wrang the women! And foremost unfathom the same     gaudie girl, shall run, and bright so much reason,

that kissed, and before it unmarriage. To sad,     seem’d to see a false to thee to Cadiz— and Beauty, no horse in mine upon the sun     smiles born they hearts of moss, a field as

billow. Fair Adeline down, every sacrifice     withdrawn; but sweet and day. All true, and as she handsome was never had and few resources     of Jove did tarry it, twould not

the ring riverse; but one would young, so deer from a     courselues where your annual matter shortension seeming rather glass old my natural     his scarlet, i’ve know not thinks ouer-

wise. Is proudly is but little believed to these,     and see but what for less; field into then space to us, what—a tenderneath aske: and     have fed; and for surprise. To-morrow’st

my hands, that she wandering rain into one quiet-     colour veil the Spirits, sing, and all o’er the broken he town deep enraged Saturn     to seized. Nor the Mansion of languid

fool against those are the firm again, who court, and     what a million die like—nay t is— ye power on earth’s first lovely flout; laid that, and     swears, sing the memories and for heard

lord’s torches. When the sows, o why shot lands—the coffee     oughts of my can in sun shows twice to kiss? Believer still-felt not two tended hole     has blackened ere linger, yet, to doat.

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And when the Rose! A princes were     can be name. To accent poets, Doric towels; lovelier     cause thee, all had further.

[daenqyu]

— they walk in on their crush changing

includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki

warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing  

a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )

bakugou katsuki:

listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all

but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye 

he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too 

so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone

and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled

although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa

“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing 

after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device

“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits 

and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear 

bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert 

so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him

“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake” 

you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state

you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it

“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”

oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself 

but he knows you’re still in your underwear 

and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man

seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him

he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this

“just shut up and get dressed”

“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”

“put. something. on”

his tone annoys you

who the hell is he to tell you what to do?

“and what if i don’t want to?”

you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago

his patience is running out 

and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?

if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out

but it’s you, his crush

you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush

“okay i'm dressed���

a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure

oh

you’re wearing his shirt

it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you

bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight 

why are you so pretty? 

“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”

you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on 

normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed

“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”

“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”

he nods and you frown at his actions 

sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks  rather…shy?

you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about

“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”

he groans when you say that

anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall

your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks

he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own

“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”

well he’s not wrong soooo

you end up kissing after that✨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

kirishima eijirou:

oh boy, this poor baby

he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty

ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima

because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment

and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done

but you wouldn’t answer his texts

spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute

anyways,,

he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door 

it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in

you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima 

“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”

his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do 

so you stay frozen in your place

kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-

he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes

“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”

“kirishima,”

he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name

“yeah?”

“calm down”

after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild

you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass

but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin

he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis

meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon

he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up

you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder 

“you can look now, kiri”

even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements

he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do

kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor

“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”

“kiri, i’m not mad at you”

“you’re not?”

“of course not, i know it was an accident”

well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset 

“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”

it was a joke

supposed to be

but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets 

a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that

“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you

he really is so sweet

he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him

how could you not be in love with him? 

“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”

he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content 

you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek

of course he blushes again

he’ll never get tired of your cuteness 

or you in general

but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug

“the view was really nice by the way”

“kirishima!”

“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”

“you’re so stupid”

“stupidly in love with you that is”

he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that

and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed 

yup, he’s head over heels for you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

todoroki shouto:

out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it

sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not

but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it

simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two

so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would

you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together 

and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you 

unlike the other first years,

todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response

because he has manners, period.

“come on in!”

you said it was okay to come in

so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????

he wastes no time in closing his eyes

refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching

“um y/n?”

“yes?”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up 

was this amusing to you?

because he was seconds away from having a heart attack 

however he doesn’t show it

instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin

key word: trying

because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane 

he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that 

but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???

“why do you have your eyes closed?”

“are you done changing”

“yeah”

when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix

now fully dressed

he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you

and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth

but he’s not

he’s actually almost completely stiff 

and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches

you frown at his reaction

“are you okay?”

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“because you’re acting weird”

“am not”

“you are”

the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out

the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away

“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”

cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room

“i’m not embarrassed” 

“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”

he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed

he’s so shy and cute🥺

“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”

your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said

except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally

the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt 

“w-what are you doing?!”

“you said we need to be tied”

“todoroki, that was a joke!”

the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him

he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you

“now who’s being shy?”

“i- shut up and watch the movie”

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

he would die

not literally duh

but he’d want to disappear right then and there

you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?

well yeah he’s like that

except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is 

he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot

he literally just feels like he committed a crime

and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”

but he’s just upset with himself 

you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework

and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help

so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you

even tho they’re not dates at all

but still

he loves them

especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you

and he does

because you deserve it

you work so hard and he admires you for that

ok BAcK to the point,,,

(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)

here’s the deal

midoriya knocks on your door right?

but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out

so he lets himself in

tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him

you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices 

the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror

and you’re not wearing a bra

he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him 

“izuku? what are you-”

“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”

“oh my god dude, would you relax?”

you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie 

he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???

“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”

“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways 

you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit

“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”

“b-but how are you so...calm?”

“uhh because i don’t really care?” 

he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that

is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,

he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?

“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”

he almost stops breathing 

maybe he did for a few seconds

he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression 

is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?

he doesn’t  k n o w

neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze

“and i like you so it’s okay”

midoriya.exe has stopped working

someone PLEASE calm this boy down

he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness 

“you do?!”

“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study 

or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen

but that’s besides the point

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

tamaki amajiki:

sweet little baby

he faints :D

no but seriously

he does.

are we surprised? 

nope, not at all

he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,

but after he saw you half naked?!

yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki

his body shuts down because he cannot handle it

nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school

which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything 

of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no

he’s too shy 

and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?

he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen

but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it

then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk

now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door

much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response 

which he receives quickly 

“who is it?”

“tamaki”

“ahh tama, let yourself in!”

he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door

he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something 

but then he sees you

you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie 

and then you jump to try and get it on

and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a  b r a 

long story short,

he falls to the floor :D

the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor

“shit, tama are you okay?”

it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again 

he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling

when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed

but you're nowhere to be seen 

“thank god you’re awake” 

your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap

“you really worried me!”

cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering 

“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”

you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”

he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks

you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment 

you smile down at him

“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”

“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”

butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words

“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”

he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers 

which makes his heart speed up 

“are you okay?”

his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever

“i am now” 

he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better

“i’m glad”

“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”

and who is he to deny such request?

[forthehpfanboys]

being sirius black’s bf headcanons?

Take some dog man.

Warnings: talk of some sexies at the end but ya know. Not a lot, but still tagging it as Smut just incase.

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Sirius Fucking Black, man.

Just him. This man. This absolute unit. He could do anything he wants to me.

But this isn't about me, is it? It's about YOU.

You and him.

I think I'm so clever

Ok, so he noticed you one day, out of the blue. Like all you did was walk by him and his hormones shot up and he was like "Oh hello~"

But he literally doesn't know your name or anything about you, he only knows about your house because of the tie you wore and he can NOT get you out of his head.

He talks about you all the time in only probabilities to the Marauders all the time. And Remus cuts him off almost everytime because they get way to personal.

"I bet he's a fantastic swimmer. His arms and shoulders prove it-" "Ok, so I'm gonna put a stop to this. Please, for Merlin's sake, just go talk to him." "I don't even know who he is!" "He's behind you, dumb fuck." (<that's James by the way because he's sick of it too)

And Sirius turns around just in time to lock eyes with you as you walk by and you give a polite smile or nod or both whichever fits you best and he's literally melting.

And he blushes. You made him blush with the simple action and the Marauders are already teasing him about it.

So he quickly learns your name (either from interagating members of your house or he just pays attention during classes for once, your pick) and he writes it literally all over his homework parchment so he can never forget it.

Sirius probably approaches you, too. Like a dork. It probably happens in one of the classes you guys share together.

Him intensely asking whoever your partner is in that class so he can sit next to you. He definitely did not threaten them.

You guys hit it off, naturally. He makes a lot of jokes, is super flirty and ends up being a friend of you because he literally never trades back with your partner.

He somehow notices you everywhere. Like everytime you walk by, he happens to look up just when your by him.

James constantly teasing him over the literal heart eyes he has for you.

Remus trying to plan a way for you two to be together.

I don't know about Peter--I guess he tries to get flirting tips from Sirius but I'm not sure.

Anyway, back to you and Padfoot.

You get to know Remus, James and Peter better and they see you as a close friend, if not a brother.

So, yes, at some point you join the Marauders. You get your own nickname and you join them in figuring out the animagus deal.

DEFINITELY TRIES TO FLIRT WITH YOU IF YOU TRIP BY HIM. Yes, he catches you in a dunk, shush. I make the rules here.

"Hey, darling. I knew you'd fall for me adventually, but this is ridiculous." "I hate you." "Aw! That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me!"

Ok, but just imagine for a second that you make him blush with a quick one liner or a quip.

And all hell breaks through within the Marauders and they act like you just won the house cup single handedly.

He constantly drags you into pranks. It's inevitable. Accept your fate.

Oh, and is constantly dragging you out of the dorms super late at night.

You literally never get sleep with this little shit.

Never uses you as a scapegoat tho. Sirius really likes you and he doesn't want to fuck that up so he'll take ALL the blame any day.

Honestly, it's probably really sweet because he's like 'yo, yell at me for sneaking out' the minute he sees the Gryffindor prefect and then you two run away together through the halls and it's all dramatic.

I don't know. I'm really tired as I'm writing this.

Oh gosh- if Snape says anything... He's losing teeth and Sirius is definitely in detention and then, like the gentlemen Sirius Black is known to be, is probably gonna guilt you into making it up to him.

OK BUT IMAGINE LIKE FINDING HOGWARTS HIDDEN POOL AND HE'S ALREADY STRIPPING TO NOTHING AND DIVING IN.

Basically, this man is as ballsy as I wish I could be.

Anyway, after showers, he gives you the privilege of brushing his hair so it doesn't tangle.

You are the ONLY person he let's braid, brush or play with his hair.

And patch him up after he gets in fights.

And be the big spoon.

GOSSIPING WITH THE REST OF THE MARAUDERS ABOUT YOUR "SLEEPING HABITS" TO EMBARRASS SIRIUS.

But I see him as such a little switch.

If that doesn't align with you, that's good, dude! Siri would be down for anything.

Unless you call him kitty as a joke.

Then he is biting you.

So just like all my other ones, I have no idea what I'm doing.

Hi, but he's so bratty, we agree? Like no matter he tops or bottom- he's a brat.

Ok, but people definetly see you guys as SUCH a power couple.

But also please get him therapy. Being the little spoon doesn't equate to therapy.

~Taglist~

@catboyazula

@re-blog-side-blog

@thecloudedmind

@mr-brightside88

@gaycatlord-stuff

[thestarrynightslover]

I'll Make It Okay for You - Part 2

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Word count: 2,765

Warnings: Discussion, yelling, some angst, mentions of drugs, drug abuse, drug withdrawal, rehab facility and insecurities/self-sabotage (very, very slightly, tho). 

Summary: You can read Part 1 here. What happens when (y/n) (y/l/n), Harvey’s secret crush and a junior partner at his firm, openly defies him in front of everyone? 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the show Suits, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: I think that this turned out better than Part 1? As always, I’m not sure, though. Just to make it clear here, I’m still on season 4 of Suits, so didn’t wanna get too much into any canonic details, self-preservation, lol. Anyhow, I hope you like it, and, ofc, feedback is always appreciated.

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

You and Harvey stayed in the embrace for a while, as you sunk in all the comfort emanating from him. He'd even started stroking your hair. The whole situation felt so intimate, that, by the time the two of you finally pulled away from each other, it was almost as if there was this cloud of embarrassment hovering around you both.

"Err… I'm s- sorry, I shouldn't have, um-" You started saying nervously but he cut you off.

"No, it's okay. And, um, I'm really glad you told me what happened… It's definitely a lot to deal with. And I was a complete asshole this morning. So I'm sorry." For a moment both you and Harvey just smiled at each other, sitting there in a comfortable silence. Until he decided to break it: "So, um, did you get her a lawyer? I'm assuming you wouldn't wanna represent her yourself because it could be problematic…"

"No, uh, yeah. It would be problematic.” You corrected him. “But the most I could do was make the cops get her a public defender, cause I called my dad when I was on the way there and he just wouldn't have me paying for anything else. He is a retired cop, so the pension isn't too great, the pride though… And I’m already covering Lisa's treatment because it's her best shot, but this…"

"And he wants to teach her a lesson." He completed what you were trying to explain.

"Yes."

"And you don't agree with him?" Harvey asked, almost reading your mind.

"Well, it's complicated. Because when I see what Kat's doing with her life… I get just as frustrated as my parents, and I really do want what's best for Henry." The fact that your sister wasn't what's best for her son was only implied. "But she's my little sister, you know?" As he nodded in understanding, you went on: "I wanna help her, but, at least for now, I think I'm just gonna wait and see if mom and dad change their minds… Which I think they will do! I mean, my dad was a cop for years. He knows what those places do to people. As much as we all desperately want her to get her shit together, I don't think that prison is where she'll succeed in doing so." You finished, voice filled with concern.

"Well, I don't think I would be as lenient, and compassionate, as you are, but I do see your point." Harvey told with a sympathetic smile. "Besides, she is your sister. And, trust me, I know what it is like to go out of your way to keep a sibling outta trouble." He added with a tired sigh, making you wonder how much you really knew about the man sitting in front of you.

"Either way, now I don't see much that I can do for her at the moment. Gonna try and have her attorney keep me posted, of course, but…" 

"Yeah…"

"I just… I can't help but feel guilty about all of this, you know?" You said, after having stood up and turned your back on him, finally letting on what was bothering you the most to the other lawyer.

"No, not really, I don't." He stated simply while you just looked back at him with a shocked expression on your face. "I mean, there's not a single approach on this that makes me think you're to blame for anything." He explained himself, standing up as well this time.

"Harvey, I-"

"No, (y/n), let me stop you right there. What I see here is a family going through a rough situation with one of its members. Then three of the other members just try to do everything they can to get out of the initial situation, while another one just keeps making more problems for her family. And, right now? Today? You walked out on your bosses, risking a lot, to take care of your nephew. So, tell me again, how is it that any of these things happening to your sister are your fault when you’ve done nothing but help everyone in that goddamn family of yours, huh?" He asked you in a sarcastic tone.

“Well, it is very much my fault because I’m her big sister! I should have been there for her! Advising her, helping her, just, just being her friend…” You confessed your regrets to Harvey. “But, instead, I was too busy making my career.”

“And what the hell’s wrong with that? Look, I’m a big brother too. I get it. Ever since we were kids our parents imbued us with the role of ‘the responsible one’, always telling us to look after the youngest… But, hey! If you just threw all of your work up in the air and left running every time your sister had a run-in with a problem, you wouldn’t have made it this far! Not in this field anyway!” He practically spit the words in your face, going to battle with your self-sabotage, which was a very new side of you for him. “And you’re a freaking great lawyer! One of the best that firm’s ever seen. So don’t be sorry that you didn’t sacrifice all of that for being better than the amazing sister you probably already were!”

“You simply can’t know that.” You stated in a low voice, not really knowing how to respond to everything Harvey had just told you. He really thought all that about you?

“Yes, I can!” He yelled back, stepping closer towards you. “I can know that for a fact, because,” he started again, his face pretty close to yours this time, “because, I’m beginning to finally understand, even if just a little bit, who you really are. And because I always notice all the little things when it comes to you, which, in my experience, is how you actually get to know someone. You know, the details.” He told you in the sweetest tone, giving you a charming-Specter-like smile, he leaned closer, if that was even possible, God, was he gonna kiss you?

You had to pull away slightly, just enough for him to get the message. And, boy, how you regretted it! Sure, normally, you’d have a ton of bad things to say about him, but after that night… It wasn’t really that bad of an idea, the one of Harvey kissing you. No, nuh-uh! What were you thinking?! If much, you and Harvey were beginning a friendship there! And you couldn’t, or wouldn’t, let some ridiculous thoughts about how great he smelled rob you from that opportunity! Your inner struggle was interrupted by him saying:

“Hum, I- I should probably go, right? It’s, um, it’s getting pretty late…” He said nervously. You should be relieved right now. Because this assures that things between you and Harvey (your new friend?) aren’t gonna go too off the railroads anytime soon.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll, uh, I’ll walk you to the door.” So why is it that you sounded almost disappointed when you said that? “You know what they say, you gotta walk people to the door if you ever want them to come back…” You joked a little, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, right.” He shot back simply, with a small smile on his lips. “Bye, (y/n). Have a good night.”

“Thanks, you too.” You watched him turning around to leave when you remembered there was something else that Harvey deserved to hear from you. “Uh, Harvey!” You called out.

“Yeah?” He asked, turning back around to face you. And before you could even think it through one more time, you were already jumping in his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug.

“Thank you. For tonight. For everything.” You told him, as he slowly put his arms around your waist, hugging you back.

“It was no problem, (y/n), really. That’s what friends are for.” And, just like that, your day ⎼ turned into night ⎼ had gone from Earth to Hell, and, now, to Heaven.

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Around 7:30 in the next morning, as you gathered some of your work stuff, you heard someone knocking on the door. Who could it possibly be this time? You asked yourself while walking there to open it.

Once again you were surprised to be met by none other than Harvey Your-New-Friend Specter standing at your doorstep. With your supposedly locked-up little sister in tow. What the hell?

“Before you say anything,” he started, “this time I come bearing gifts!” He practically beamed at you, as Kat threw herself in your arms.

“Yeah- yeah, um, I can see that.” You stated, still very confused with the whole situation.

“Thank you so much for sending your friend to bail me out, sis!” Your sister squealed out. She looked so pale and thin; winter-like clothes on, even though it was only the beginning of the fall; and she was shaking. Effects of a rushed withdrawal, you guessed. “You’re the best! Now, where’s my little baby?” She asked you, as if everything that had happened was nothing.

“He’s, uh, he’s in a day-care facility. The best in the city, you have nothing to worry about.” You informed her, who seemed rather relieved to hear that news. “Can you, uh, can you please stay here for a minute while I talk to my, uh, my friend in the office, Kat?” You asked her with a calm smile on your lips.

“Yeah, of course. I’m not gonna break anything I promise!” She told you, sounding a lot like a wicked child.

“No, um, I know you won’t. If you want something to eat, please, help yourself.” You assured her, motioning to the kitchen.

“Oh, no! I’m not hungry! Mr.Specter took me to a diner before we came here.” She let you know, which just made you even more surprised, and confused.

“Oh, he did? Well, that was very nice of yours, Harvey. So, come with me?” You asked him in a sort of mockery tone while pointing to the room he’d just been in, the night before.

As soon as the two of you stepped into the office, Harvey started desperately: “(y/n), before you come at me for not running this by you first, just, please, hear me out for a second.” He pleaded with you, to which you just nodded your head. “So, last night. I heard what you said about your dad, and you don’t have to worry about paying me anything. I’m representing your sister as a friend of yours.”

“Wait a second. You mean you’re taking this pro-bono? Harvey, you do that and the whole firm is gonna know. And you promised.” You quickly accused him, even though you were very thankful for the way he just stepped up to solve one of your problems.

“I know! Let me finish, will you?” You nodded again while muttering an apology. “I’m not going to break your trust. And I’m not handling this pro-bono. The only people I’ll have to loop in are Jessica and Donna. And you know they won’t say anything.” He told you, but you were still a bit confused. “And, before you even ask, no, that doesn’t mean that either you or your family will be paying me anything. Also, I got your sister a spot in a top-of-line, very discrete, rehab facility, I have a friend over there, who said we can drop her off at any time. I just, um, figured that it’d be the best if she got professional help this time. Plus, on my talk with her, she agreed to sign papers that make you and your parents Henry’s temporary guardians. I really think that Kat wants to turn her life around this time, (y/n). She was very- Did I do something wrong? Because, err, you know me… I always find it easier to ask for forgiveness instead of permission, but, this time, I really did think that this would make you happy...” He trailed off with a confused look on his face while scratching the back of his neck

“Oh, I am happy.” You told him, still looking absolutely stunned.

“Then why, uh, why don’t you look happy?” He asked, sounding a bit hurt.

“It’s just that… I’m kind of surprised. How did you even think of all those things?”

“I, uh, it’s like I said yesterday, I notice things about you. And I really listened to what you told me last night. So I just started thinking about ways that I could solve this thing for you, ways that I could make you happy again throughout all of this storm.” He told you and it had to be the sweetest thing you’d heard from Harvey (hell, from anyone!) in your entire life. “But I understand that I overstepped, and I’m-” But since he just wouldn’t stop talking anymore, you had to cut him off in order to shut him up.

His eyes were in absolute shock for a moment, as he just stood reactionless in your grip. But then he got the message and pulled you closer, grabbing your waist tightly while your hands stood firmly wrapped around his neck. You were pretty sure that neither one of you was still breathing at that point, but you didn’t care. Because, God, his mouth tasted so good in yours, it was like they’d been made to kiss each other. The despair both of you were investing in the kiss was huge, but it was turning into a calmer kind of fire, as the air started becoming too necessary again. He pulled your mouths apart for a minute, you resting your forehead on his shoulder.

“You know…” He started, still catching his breath. “When I mentioned you coming at me, I hadn’t really envisioned this.” He joked, a victory smile on his lips.

“Ah, well, you know how upset it makes me when you simply won’t shut up.” You shot back with a shrug of your shoulders, smiling at him.

“Huh. Wish you would’ve shut me up like this every other time.” He mocked, earning a smack in the arm from you. “Ouch! Why’d do that?”

“Because you were being a dickhead, ruining our moment.” You gave him a fake irritated glance.

“Oh, c’mon! Tell me you didn’t think about it too!” He challenged, and you didn’t feel like giving him that kind of win at the moment, so you just pulled him back in for another kiss. One that may have lasted a little longer than it should have, considering that you two still needed to take Kat to rehab and, then, go to work so you could try and save your job. But, what could you do if he, and his body, and his mouth, and his eyes, and his everything were the only things that mattered?

As he rested his chin on top of your head ⎼ that was laid on his chest ⎼, you looked up, pulling away a little, him making sure you wouldn’t fall off the small couch. “Thank you, Harvey. For everything you did. For listening. For being here right now. For everything.”

“Don’t thank me, (y/n). You’ll never have to thank me for anything. I just want you to promise me one thing.” He stated seriously.

“What?” You asked, a bit hesitant.

“That, from now on, you’ll tell me all about it, every time you have a problem.” That was easy enough, you thought. But, you being you, simply had to ask.

“So that you can be here for me?” You questioned him with puppy eyes.

He just chuckled lightly. “Well, that too. But, mostly, so that I can make it ⎼ whatever it is ⎼ okay for you.” Your heart was on the edge of not being to take it any longer. What could have you possibly done to deserve that man?

“Okay, I promise.” You said, watching his expression begin to soften already. “But, only if you promise me the same. Because I wanna make it okay for you too.” While you thought Harvey was simply gonna say yes, he started laughing at you.

“Always the kick-ass corporate lawyer, I see.”

“Would you even have me any other way?” You joked back, more relaxed now.

“Yes, of course! I’d have you in any way you came to me. Which is why I promise too.” With that, you didn’t have any other choice but to kiss him again, because crying over the fact that Harvey Surprisingly-Romantic Specter was an absolute cinnamon roll was not an option.

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[heniareth]

I was really curious about what your opinions on the DAO companions are :) I know we have talked about some, but I'd love to hear more and about the others as well :D I hope it's ok to pose this as an ask :)

Sure! That sounds like a ton of fun. This might be a long one tho. Mind you, this is not the finished version of the answer. I'd like to link stuff and add a cut, but rn that's not possible. I'll update it when I can.

Edit: I have updated it ^^

Let's go alphabetically bc why not.

Alistair:

Sweet guy. So sweet. There was a moment when I was hard pressed chosing between him and Zevran (alas, Zevran won). Also, he's weirdly tall according to the wiki? How did I not notice that before?

Let's get a bit more serious now, Alistair is a great guy. The only reason he's not the hero of the story is because he doesn't want to. He has all the qualities of a leader: he's good at dealing with conflict (as evident with the conversation with the mage at the beginning. He gets where he wants to get without antagonizing the mage, but without allowing him to trample all over him). He's a solid tactitian and knows how to make allies (he suggests to use the Grey Warden treaties, after all). I bet if he was in the leadership position, he'd even not bicker with Morrigan. His moral code is pretty tight; some might say too tight, but I think it's less about the moral code and more about learning to judge people by their actions, not by the labels they fit into (Morrigan is a proud apostate and therefore bad. Wynne is a humble circle mage and therefore good). He also has a bit of a black-and-white way of seeing the world. I empathize a lot with Alistair, especially with his experience with the Chantry and his subsequent reluctance to deal with it. I really wish I had gotten to know more about concrete experiences he had during his training as templar, but he seems reluctant to talk about it (gee, I wonder why).

Since I've only played the game once, I haven't really picked up on Arl Eamon's abuse towards him, which apparently exists (Isolde, however... I mean, even if he were Eamon's illegitimate son, he's a kid, ma'am, he didn't exactly get to chose his parents. So that's so not okay). Alistair's way of speaking about them both, however, is either sign that he has not come within a hundred miles of acknowledging how much it hurt him, or that he's already gone through the whole process and has decided to forgive them. The latter shows a very strong character; yes, he relies on the approval and leadership of others, he has his issues, but he's already started working on them.

That being said, irl Alistair would be like a little brother to me. I'd tease him relentlessly (all in good fun and I promise to stop if it makes him uncomfortable, but he's just so teasable). I still wish the videogame gave him the chance to take important decisions for himself. But that, of course, would somewhat defeat the point of the game.

Leliana:

Another sweet, sweet person. Her singing voice is amazing. Her belief in the Maker inspires me (I'm a religious person and seeing religious characters represented in a positive light is Very Cool. It's also sometimes a source of discomfort, because the Church has done a lot of very messed up stuff and positive representation can sometimes veer into apologetics for things that should not be excused, but that's a whole other can of worms. The bottom line is that religious characters sometimes work for me and other times don't and Leliana works for me very much bc she's an outsider inside the Chantry).

Leliana is best friend material, tbh. I'd love to get to know her irl, discuss theology and philosophy and maybe even politics? She makes mistakes and has prejudices, but, tbh, so do I. And I do get the feeling that she tries her best to learn. From the times she intervenes in a conversation between the Warden and an NPC, she shows herself to be compassionate and open to the needs of others. What I get from her character is that she genuinely wants to help, which is something that I adore of her. I suspect that she sometimes has a hard time deciding wether she's a good person or not. She has killed and seduced and worked for a morally dubious person, and she doesn't show the same nonchalance about it as Zevran (though they both do discuss their line of work in very... professional terms). This is, however, more of a headcanon than actual factual canon.

I also very much enjoy her girly side, like her interest in shoes and dresses. She's one badass woman who also looses her cool about the latest fashions in Val Royeaux. I like that. Between her and Alistair, a non human noble Warden has as good a help to navigate the Fereldan court as they're going to get. Leliana is also, I can't forget that, clever and insightful. It'd be easy to write her off as the innocent chantry girl, but she's so much more than that. Her kindness is paired with foresight, I think. She knows that taking on the trouble to help now can go a long way in the future. I just have a lot of respect for her.

Loghain:

This one's gonna be short bc I didn't recruit him. He's an amazing villain and would probably be a great Warden as well. He reminds me of Denerhor from LOTR; once a hero/stewart of his people, ambition and desperation have driven them both down a terrible path. I have also only little idea about his past. People say he lost a lot, and I believe it wholeheartedly; it doesn't excuse the fact that he plunged the country into a civil war in the middle of a Blight. I don't have a lot of sympathy for short-sighted politicians. I wish he hadn't made himself regent. That's what I take away from his character.

Edit: One thing I forgot to mention that really impressed me was his death. I had Alistair duel him (that was a rough duel), and then it kinda just jumped to a cutscene of my Warden nodding and Alistair executing him. That didn't sit well with me. I didn't want to kill Loghain, and less so in front of Anora. But what impressed me was that Loghain just accepted it. That takes a whole lot of guts. Compare that to Howe's death, and how he screams out that he deserved (more, probably, or anything but death) and it's crystal clear who the more noble of the two is. Loghain strikes me as very lawful neutral, and any neutral alignment has the particularity that it can be dragged towards good or bad, sometimes without the characters noticing it (which is interesting from a DnD perspective; neutral is often concieved of as just as stable as good or evil, but that may not be true. But that's a different post). Anyway, Loghain's death was impactful.

Morrigan:

I could kick myself for not maxing out her approval in the first play-through. I got to enjoy a bit of her friendship by the end of it and boy was even that little bit worth it. Friendship with Morrigan is something that is hard-won. It's all the more precious because of that.

Morrigan is full of paradoxes, I think. She's incredibly wise in some ways, yet also very short-sighted (”just kill them, don't solve their problems”. Morrigan, dear, I'm not going to gain a lot of allies if I kill everybody who poses a problem to me). She is so intelligent, but emotionally... not so. She knows so much about some things, and very little about the next. She's incredibly wilful and knows what she wants, but follows Flemeth's orders all the time through. She hungers for power and independence, yet craves closeness, but won't allow herself to have it. She asks you to prove yourself to her and is extremely critical of your actions, I think, because she's afraid. She bites the hand that feeds her because it might hit her next.

Like with Eamon, I haven't managed to catch the undercurrent of abuse that seems to permeate Flemeth's relationship with Morrigan. Except there are signs, because there must be something Morrigan is scared of and who has instilled all that rage in her, and that's Flemeth. Also, she clearly hates/does not care about her and wants her dead (unless killing Flemeth was part of Flemeth's plan as well? Hm.)

Morrigan is that one person who you are nice to, continuously, because nobody else is. And suddenly she becomes less cold. And then friendly. And suddenly you're asking yourself why everybody hates her, because she's a really good friend! I just wish the other companions came to a similar conclusion, especially Alistair and Wynne.

Oghren:

They did this man dirty. He has such great lines and I'm convinced he was a great person before Branka disappeared. He has that dwarven warrior spirit, and while he looks like Gimli, some of his most impactful lines remind me of Dwalin or even Thorin Oakenshield himself. He could be so noble had he gotten some character development, damnit!

Oghren as he is written is somewhat disgusting. I hate the lechering comments and the drunkenness. And still, I don't hate him because of those amazing lines he has when he's actually sober. It's frustrating and I'll give him that character development myself if the game won't. I strongly associate the song Whiskey Lullaby with him, bc that's how he would have ended up if the Warden hadn't taken him along (warning: the song talks about suicide and alcoholism). Like I said, they could have done such cool things with his character. As he is written now... it's just sad. Moments of lucidity drowned in alcohol and creepy jokes. As you can see, I don't blame the character for either. The alcoholism happens all too often irl. The creepy jokes... I put that one on the writers' tab.

I actually think Oghren could have been a great mentor figure (I know, I shock myself as well sometimes). Next to the Grey Wardens, the ones who know most about fighting darkspawn are the dwarves because they have to deal with them constantly. Especially a warrior caste dwarf like Oghren could have brought a lot of that invaluable knowledge to the team, especially since there are no Grey Wardens in Ferelden but two extremely green recruits. Next, you get the chance to give Oghren the command of the teammates you leave behind in the battle of Denerim with the reason that he has lead men into battle before. Where did that suddenly come from? Oghren should have been right up there telling my Warden that they were doing this wrong, that they needed more food (and booze) and a confident leader to keep the armies they've called together going. Oghren should have been able to tell my civilian city elf who got recruited into the Grey Wardens a six months ago how one leads an army. How one presents oneself to inspire confidence, how one doesn't crack under the pressure, how one gets the leaders of said armies (some who hate each others guts i.e. Dalish elves and humans) to work together. And, last but not least, Oghren could have had a great story about grief. This is a man who has lost most of what made him (and what he hasn't lost he's spilling down the drain with every mug of ale). This is a man who, if you take him into the Deep Roads, has to see what his wife did to his family, how his wife got absolutely obsessed, and can be forced to kill said wife or watch her die. All Wardens loose their home and families at the start of the story. It would really have rounded the whole narrative out if the Warden and Oghren could have recognised their grief in each other and hashed it out somehow. Such as it is, Oghren is a depressed drunkard and there is nothing we can do about that. I find that frustrating.

Rascal (a.k.a. Dog):

Best boy. 100/10. I wish we had gotten to see the reaction of the different origins to the mabari (because elves probably have a whole different experience with them from mages or humans. And dwarves just... I think they straight up have none? XD). Other than that, no complaints. The name Rascal was the one I gave my dog because you have to be a right rascal to survive what he did and play the pranks he plays. Smartest breed in the world indeed.

Shale:

Shale is one of those characters that I recruited rather late in the game, so I haven't had the chance to explore their personality and worldview, really. I didn't even get to take them to the Deep Roads (this will be ammended in playthrough nr. 2). As such, I don't have particularly strong opinions on them (or her? The wiki refers to Shale as 'it', but that sounds weird). But, because I know so little about Shale, I have a lot of questions. First, what were they like before they were a golem? Shayle, as she was called then, was the best warrior of her time if I remember correctly. Why did she become a golem? Was it to be able to eternally protect her people? Was the sarcasm the golem Shale exhibits also part of the dwarven warrior Shayle or did that come later (if for thirty years you have nobody to talk to but yourself, you better be entertaining. And I can imagine how it could make somebody terribly jaded as well).

Next, how attached is Shale to their golem form, exactly? According to the banter, they infinitely prefer it to a squishy fleshy form. If that is the case, however, why go to Tevinter to try and become a squishy dwarf again? It's not like that process could be reversed if they wanted to become a golem again; if Shale survives to the end of the game, the Anvil of the Void is destroyed and Caridin is dead. Was the whole spiel about their indestructible form a façade? It might have been, but not because Shale actually disliked their form. I think it would have more to do with the loss of their memories and with the very invasive experiments and alterations of Shale's body made by the mage Wilhelm. The loss of memories means that Shale is unable to remember life as a fleshy creature. They might be deflecting by pretending that they didn't care for that experience anyway because of the superiority of their golem form. The modifications made to their form by Wilhelm would have alienated them from their body. In light of this, it's significant that Shale asks the Warden to decorate their form with crystals.

All of this is, of course, pure speculation. I may have easily missed or forgotten details that would disprove the above thoughts. All in all, I like Shale and I hope we meet them again in DA4 (given that it's mostly set in Tevinter). It's a liking from a respectful distance, because Shale is tall and made out of rock and also way more experienced than I will ever be (they are literally the oldest member of the Warden's little Blight fighting squad).

Sten:

Sten is another person I'd keep a respectful distance from physically. That seems to be the what he would prefer, at least. I've enjoyed his character a lot, especially because he seems pretty clear-cut at first, but slowly lets the nuance of his person show (gruff and stoic, but then he has an eye for art, a sweet tooth and he likes cute animals). It's also very interesting that there's no moment when you learn "the truth" about him the way you do with Zevran or Leliana. There's no big reveal about his life under the Qun before coming to Ferelden. He says he was sent to monitor the Blight, but honestly? If neither Ferelden nor Orlais knew there was a Blight, how could the Qunari know? I think he's lying, and he takes his secrets back with him when he leaves Ferelden. And yet I think I know him enough to say that a Warden who has become friends with him has nothing to fear from Sten.

One thing I find very interesting about Sten is how he thinks. His conversation about how women can't be soldiers has been analysed a lot on this page I think. He seems to be arguing based on a different paradigma than the one the Warden has. He also seems to have a very clear-cut view of the world. What is fascinating to me is that, when arguing with the Warden and learning about their culture, he is not necessarily becoming more lax about his worldview. I think it's more likely that he is expanding his paradigma, the structure of thought through which he understands the world. I don't think that he is now convinced that women can be warriors as well. I think he rather understands that, in Ferelden, the relationship between occupation and gender is different than under the Qun. Which of the two he thinks is more right or more agreeable, I have no idea. I'm also not very interested in that. But I find it fascinating how he always seems to be looking on quietly, gathering data, classifying it and trying to fit it into his understanding of how the world works. I wouldn't be surprised at all if his original party was a scouting party to see how vulnerable Ferelden was at that moment to outside forces. One thing I don't understand with all of this is why he urges the Warden to meet the Blight head on. No smart soldier would suggest that, except if they are foolishly proud (and Sten doesn't seem like that kind of guy tbh). I get that the Warden takes way longer to gather allies than expected because they first have to solve all of their allies' problems. But surely Sten sees the need to have allies? Is he just that impatient? Does he have a death wish (à la, I lost my sword and am without honour, better to die sooner than later and in glorious battle)? Was he his group's previous commander and is he now having trouble following somebody else's orders? Or maybe it's his way to make sure the Warden knows what they are doing? To push them into becoming the self-assured commander their allies will need once they're all gathered? I really don't know. I like the last option best, however.

For me, Sten is my fellow, more experienced soldier. Like Alistair, he can potentially be the Warden's brother in arms, but he's definitely the older brother here. He probably doesn't take kindly to tearful confessions of how hard everything is, but I feel like he's otherwise a solid rock to lean on. I feel like the Warden can trust him to do what is necessary and count on him no matter what, especially after they get his sword back. His devotion from that point on is honestly so powerful.

Wynne:

Wynne was such a support for my Warden (except with the whole conversation about love vs. duty and that she may have to choose between Zevran and ending the Blight and that she should therefore break up with him. Wynne had a point. Astala was so not willing to sacrifice her relationship with Zevran. But the whole conversation came at a point where she was already so disillusioned that she blew up in Wynne's face (”can i please just have one (1) nice thing????”)). But all in all, Wynne is great.

She has a lot of flaws. She was very marked by her life in the Cricle and, for all her age, she has little experience living outside of it. She is also a conformist despite her strong moral core. In a way, her ability to find peace with her lot in life impresses me deeply because it speaks to a lot of strength of character. Sadly, however, strength can be ill applied and used to suppress. I think she has convinced herself that the Chantry is right under (almost) all circumstances to be able to rationalize the life that mages live. She's had her son taken away from her as a baby and an apprentice killed. Her reaction seems to have been to convince herself that this was right, or for the greater good (and now I'm thinking about the Guardian's question at the temple of Andraste's Ashes; are you wise or do you just repeat what others have told you? The answer is not as clear-cut as it might be). This is why she is so irritated by Zevran and Morrigan. By aligning herself with the Chantry, she is, in her eyes, good. Zevran and Morrigan are not; they do not conform to Chantry morality and they defend themselves tooth and nails against somebody who would try and convert them. This is something Wynne never allowed herself to do; she always did the "right" thing and it has cost her so much. I'm not saying she was right (it would probably have done her some good to rebel from time to time, and to trust her own gut instinct more), but in light of this, it hardly surprises me that she's so judgamental. She has to be, or she would be forced to confront all the evil she has not fought against all those years and all the hurt that has been caused to her by the very institution she protects (and thank God she only tries to argue and can appreciate it when people have found a good life outside of her comfort zone. If she tried to convince by force or, for example, drag her former apprentice back to the Circle... boy oh boy that would get ugly). If you think about it, Wynne really is a good example for what happens if you live by a philosophy of always choosing the lesser evil.

Something that I keep forgetting over her grandmotherly and dignified character is how damn powerful she is. She has escaped the carnage at Ostagar; HOW!? She protected those mage apprentices in the Circle tower for God knows how long. In the battle of Denerim, she wades through an army and comes out alive on the other side. The wiki lists her age at 40, I think, but that doesn't make a lick of sense unless 75 years of age are the Fereldan equivalent to 100. This lady, about whom people make grandmother jokes, did all that. It's impressive.

Zevran:

You know, I would really love to know what Wynne thinks about the events at Kirkwall in DA2. It might be a disaster for her, or it might pave the way for one last bit of character development. She certainly didn't want to return to the Circle after fighting the Blight. That may be an indicator of some change in her stance on the Circle of Magi.

Edit: I forgot that she is what the Circle considers a literal abomination! Holy cow, how could I forget that?? Anyway, her conversation about what being an abomination means is so... heartbreaking, actually. It's so tentative. So careful. "Am I an abomination? Am I the same thing that has killed my students? The same thing as Uldred? Am I lost and damned? Did I invite this spirit in? Is this my fault?" Like wow, Wynne is going through something huge right there. I love it. I have to continue playing the game to see what it ends up as, but it's fascinating and such a huge thing that she allows the Warden in on that.

Ah, Zevran, my beloved (he has stolen my heart so much it's not even funny anymore). He's funny, he's charming, he's so so loyal and it breaks my heart. Zevran is the one about whom I've read most meta: these three wonderful posts for instance, as well as this one about his possible lack of scars, and this one about his lack of freedom. All of these have influenced my opinion of him and they are great reads.

I have talked about Zevran with you before, so I'll just skip to the new stuff. I have come to conclusion that Zevran is an artist at heart. This is totally not biased by the fact that I also do art, but hear me out. One of his preferred gifts are bars of silver and gold. While those have the obvious utility of basically functioning as money (they can be sold to any silversmith or goldsmith and their value is pretty stable through time and in different countries), there's also this from his codex: "Zevran shows an affinity for the finer things in life—hardly surprising for an Antivan Crow—but his appreciation can be more poetic than he lets on. A simple bar of refined silver or gold, uncomplicated by a craftsman's hammer, is elegantly valuable." Tell me that is not an artist's eye that sees that gold and sees the beauty in it. Then, there's also the meta about Zevran the Seducer which I linked above and link here again. It talks specifically about how he lets himself enjoy the target and be seen in his enjoyment. Tell me that is not an artist's eye that beholds the beauty of something he is set out to destroy. Even his talk about his assassinations show this. He talks about it as an art, the way somebody would talk about the brutal intervention in stone that produces a sculpture. Yes, it's a rationalization of the act of killing and yes killing is still wrong. But he doesn't go on about it on a moral tangent the way Alistair or Wynne would (”this person was bad, killing them was necessary”) or even through the argument of survival like Morrigan would (”it was either them or me and it sure as Hell wasn't going to be me”). He talks about the pleasure of a job well done, of the satisfaction of striking the precise point and executing a plan to the perfection so as to minimize chances of discovery and to make a clean death possible. And pleasure in seeing and in doing, this I firmly believe, is absolutely fundamental for an artist.

My favourite part about my Warden and Zevran as a pairing is that Zevran precisely brings out that ability to take your pleasures as they come and to really savour them. Fighting the Blight is tough; it's so important to find good things amidst the chaos to stay sane. If Astala saves Zevran from himself by offering him a place to stay and a purpose, Zevran saves Astala from herself by keeping her from running herself into the ground trying to save the world.

There are some things I don't like about Zev. The incessant flirting, for example, sometimes makes me uncomfortable (it becomes enjoyable for me once the Warden and him are in a relationship, but before that? Nah, no thanks). I wish he would also leave the other female characters alone (and there's so many more shameless comments of his aimed at Morrigan, Leliana or Wynne than at Alistair or maybe even Sten).

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And that's my take on the Origins companions (this was rather long. Whew ^^' I hope it was still readable and that you enjoyed it!!) Thank you so much for the ask!! It's been a joy thinking about this. I was worrying at first that the less prominent companions like Sten or Shale wouldn't get as much content but... well XD

[itsclydebitches]

I kinda wonder, what could bakugou do (hori write bakugou to do) to make him less popular with the "anti" crowd. Like He was a horrid child no doubt and people who try to put blame on Deku or lessen the terrible shit bakugou did aren't great. But as we don't rly see it, we have to assume bakugous behaviour wasn't stopped, we only ever saw his mum "punishing" him when he was being rude after getting kiddnapped. Nothing will excuse what bakugou did, but he has stopped? He's overall a harsh person but he's not harrassing and bullying people anymore, specifically not deku, he's trying to attone for what he did to deku and has now apologised for it. His behaviour was never viewed as justified or good in the series, he's a scary figure in middle school, we're not meant to like his behaviour, so the series itself hasn't justified his actions.

As someone who relate to both bakugou and deku more than I'd like to admit (never told someone to jump tho, that's fucked lol) so I can 100% understand not liking or even hating bakugou but as someone who's not 15 anymore, looking back I also made a lot of really shitty decisions and like bakugou have tried to make up for it, and like deku I was 'friends' with people who hurt me.

Is there anything he can do for the "antis" to just dislike him rather that be "anti"?

(I'm very sorry if you've talked about this somewhere, you can just tell me to look for it if you have, I'll continue to look for your posts on the subject)

Hey there, anon! I think I’ve spoken about this only tangentially and/or in my main Bakugo meta, which is too big for anyone sane to read. So yeah, let’s chat here!

For me personally—and that’s all I can ever do: speak personally. I think it’s important to keep in mind that there is no single solution to please the “anti” crowd. Each fan will be looking for something slightly different in Bakugo’s character, much of which might contradict what a “stan” is currently enjoying. Given how charged a character he is, I'm not sure it's possible to get the entire fandom to like him—what I’m looking for hinges on having a different reading of the story than you seem to. Meaning, I think the series does justify his behavior. Not in any overt, super obvious way like having all the characters go, “Wow, Bakugo! I sure do love how you threaten people all the time. That’s super cool and heroic!” Things are rarely that straightforward. Rather, it’s in a more subtle, but consistent manner that paints a rather conclusive picture across hundreds of chapters.

Simply put, Bakugo is continually rewarded for his actions. Or, if not outright rewarded, his actions are ignored in a way that implies silent acceptance. Characters may not always like what he does... but they're willing to let it slide because Bakugo's heroism was always treated as a given, not something he had to earn and prove.

With the ever necessary disclaimer that I’m not fully caught up yet, here’s a list of some of the things that stood out to me in the first half of the series:

Bakugo’s bullying made him the most popular kid in school.

Bakugo’s bullying was ignored by/outright supported by the teachers.

Bakugo’s bullying did not hinder him from getting into U.A., one of the most prestigious hero schools around.

Despite acting horribly throughout his time at U.A. too, this behavior was continually ignored by the teachers and other authority figures around him.

Bakugo’s struggle to realize that other people aren’t “trash” doesn’t hurt his achievements in any way. He still gets top scores, still wins the tournament, etc.

Bakugo’s behavior gets him special attention from All Might, the greatest hero and Bakugo’s personal idol.

His behavior doesn’t make others dislike him in any manner that’s taken seriously. Everybody is still willing to not just put up with Bakugo, but—in time—start treating his behavior as a quirk (no pun intended lol) that they’re secretly fond of, rather than something he should legitimately be striving to change. Kirishima is the most overt example of this.

This is compounded by his behavior constantly being framed as humorous. Much like with Mineta’s perverted actions, characters might superficially go, “No, that’s bad!” but the story never demands any significant development because then we’d lose the “joke” of Bakugo screaming in rage at the slightest inconvenience, threatening to murder someone over nothing, constantly belittling everyone around him in a “funny” manner, etc. When fans talk about development of a manga character as archetypal and extreme as Bakugo, most don’t really want to see significant change to his base personality. Because then that would result in someone who doesn’t look like the “real” Bakugo: someone nicer, more even-tempered, more mature, etc. But for those of us who were never drawn to that personality in the first place, the continued acceptance of his rude, egotistical, and violent behavior is discomforting. The easiest comparison I can draw is between this and Bakugo’s mother slapping him. That slap is meant to be another “joke”—we see it constantly in shonen anime, something "humorous" you shouldn’t take too seriously because haha, it's just an overprotective mother—but many fans do take it seriously, using it as the basis for a whole “Bakugo was abused and this explains his behavior” reading. Well, I take the “joke” of Bakugo’s threats and insults seriously, especially in a story that starts with something like telling Izuku to jump off the roof. In the same way that many fans want others to treat Bakugo’s mother as a serious topic that has had a negative influence on his development, I want the series to take Bakugo’s everyday actions seriously as a negative influence on… well, everyone around him. But it doesn’t. His base personality is grudgingly adored.

The above two points are seen most overtly in Izuku, who never wavers in his respect for Bakugo despite how Bakugo treats him. Not just prior to U.A., but during their training too. Izuku, as the protagonist, is the emotional heart of this tale, so when he talks about how inspiring Bakugo is, it encourages the reader to see his behavior as inspiring too. Rather than, as said, something that needs to change. Izuku's continued friendship with Bakugo, his adoration of him, and his acceptance of the way he's treated has severely warped how the entire story sees Bakugo's actions. After all, if #pure Izuku can see the good in Bakugo, why can't everyone else? He must not be that bad after all.

I could get into detailed analyses of all the above—like how Bakugo was the one comforted after attacking Izuku outside the dorms at night and how the messed up relationship he has with Izuku is upheld as something to nurture; how the remedial courses he had to take were made to be rather silly, thereby undermining their supposed importance to his development; how Bakugo’s kidnapping had nothing to do with his flaws, but much of the fandom uses it as a way to dismiss any appropriate consequences because, “Hasn’t he suffered enough?” etc.—but in the interest of keeping this within a readable length, I’ll leave it at that. The point is that Bakugo has always been privileged when it comes to his behavior, resulting in others either outright praising it, ignoring it, or demanding that he change a miniscule bit, which always keeps him far below the standards of both his peers and the expectations of a hero. Everyone in 1-A must learn to be even better than the good people they already are... Bakugo needs to learn that other people aren't dirt at the bottom of his shoes. It's never been a particularly impressive development when pit against the rest of the class. All of which can make something like an apology feel pretty hollow. Yes, he’s apologized and I say with all seriousness that that’s great! But how does that apology stack up against 300+ chapters of content? As Bakugo’s words highlight, he's been a really awful person up "until now": he was consumed by Izuku being “miles ahead of [him],” he “looked down on [him]” because he didn’t have a quirk, he “didn’t want to recognize that,” he “hated that,” “grew distant,” “tried to beat you down,” “opposed you and tried to show my superiority over you,” and ends it all with, “it probably doesn’t mean anything telling you all this” before finally getting to the “I’m sorry.” This is basically a laundry list of how horrible a person Bakugo has been for the entire series, with an acknowledgement that this apology is coming really, really late. This is the moment where I could START to like Bakugo, depending on how he acts form here on out, but that pivotal moment arrived after six years of content and in the final arc of the story. It’s too late. Bakugo needed this kind of self-reflection and positive action 250+ chapters ago so he could (hopefully) grow into a better person across the story, not at the story's end. What we got instead is 322 chapters of him being a really horrible person, but the story going out of its way to excuse or even praise that behavior the majority of the time.

As a quick comparison to end on, I think what Bakugo needed was what Soo Jin got in True Beauty. You don’t need to have seen the drama to follow along. The tl;dr is that she has a lot of the core qualities of Bakugo: an all-consuming drive to win that was created due to abusive parents with high expectations, resulting in her bullying a peer to a pretty horrific extent. The difference between them is how the story frames their actions. When Soo Jin becomes the bully she loses everything. Rather than succeeding academically, her grades plummet, making it clear that this anxiety and self-doubt (things the fandom keeps insisting Bakugo is struggling with, but that rarely ever show up in the text) is actually impacting her day-to-day life. Her best friend drops her because she’s not going to support her choices. The boy she likes rejects her. She’s eventually forced to start over somewhere new - which importantly separates her from the girl she was bullying - and get some distance from her parents, resulting in the growth needed to become a healthier, happier, good person again. So when Soo Jin apologizes to the girl she hurt, it feels earned. The story continually recognized how horrific her actions were and put her into a place where she either had to change, or continue losing at everything else that was important to her. Bakugo? Bakugo doesn’t lose. Oh, he claims he does because he’s comparing himself to Izuku constantly, but that’s just him thinking in extremes. He still wins academically. Still wins many battles. Still wins at having friends. Still wins by maintaining the prestige of being a U.A. student. Still wins by getting All Might’s attention. Still wins by receiving Izuku’s respect and an agreement to maintain this rivalry that Bakugo is so obsessed with. Bakugo comes out well 99% of the time, he just thinks he's "lost" because he can't stand not being the absolute best.

For me, the story needed to have Bakugo face consequences for his behavior, not receive rewards and/or have others ignore it, and that revelation/apology needed to come way, way sooner. For me the issue is not a specific action that Horikoshi can have Bakugo do in the next chapter and them bam, I like him now. The problem is Bakugo’s entire concept, how he’s received by the entire cast, and his run across this entire series. "Entire" is the key word there. Which is why the “But he’s apologized. What more do you antis want?” reactions don’t sit well. What we wanted is a better written redemption arc across those 300+ chapters, not a single scene that’s meant to have us forget all the other problems inherent in the story. At this point it’s a far more complicated situation than, “Bakugo just needs to do X, Y, and Z and then we’re golden.” At the end of the day, Horikoshi failed to make me like him as a person and I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to change Bakugo enough to make him likable to me. Bakugo was never the sort of character I’d be inclined towards without a serious, nuanced redemption arc, but sadly, a core, crucial part of that redemption arc took six years to arrive. At this point there’s no way to change the problems in Bakugo’s writing for that huge chunk of the series and not enough time left in the series, it seems, to do the work we should have seen across the entire run. Honestly, idk if the Bakugo we'll get going forward is someone I can just dislike as opposed to being really uncomfortable with, but my money is on there being too little story left and too much investment in upholding Bakugo's base personality for that to happen. I could absolutely be proven wrong! But I think the problems are structural and needed to be better dealt with from page one, not hastily patched over in the final hour.

[smoochkooks]

—chapter four: white lies

this is a part of my an ode to a broken heart drabble series.

pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

genre: unrequited love, best friends to (?), heavy angst, future smut

word count: 1.5k

summary: it came easy to you to lie. but with every untold truth, you were hurting more on the inside.

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one year and 6 months ago

April was exceptionally moody that year.  

Every day you woke up to either heavy rainfall or a beautiful, cloudless sky. Alternatively, it could also snow for a couple of hours just to have it all vanish once the sun reappeared. As much as you loved Spring, you hated the capricious weather with passion.  

It was a normal, peaceful, Saturday afternoon. Saturday meant no classes to attend, no work to do on the side. It was just you in your small, cozy apartment, tucked underneath the blanket and binge-watching Attack On Titan.  

You were never an anime enthusiast per se, but you happened to befriend a doe-eyed weeb all those years ago. Your current occupation was just a part of the aftermath. It wasn’t like Jungkook was obsessed, not at all. He was actually far from it. Now, at the tender age of twenty-three, his old hobby was like a relapse. His love for anime was coming in waves every once in a while, gradually transforming into a two-months-long hyperfixation and then, it was nothing. And the cicle continued.

He was currently in the stage of re-watching Attack On Titan, hence why you had been forced to finally give the damned anime a try as well. Hell, he was even coming over tonight to have a marathon with you.

(He’d said that season three, his favourite, you had to watch alongside him.)

You: eren's annoying little shit  

Jungkook: told you so

You: but levi? damn I’d sell my soul for him  

Jungkook: for a 5’2 emotionally unavailable man?  

You: yep. that’s my type

It was far from truth. As much as you liked Captain Levi, he wasn’t Jungkook. You are my type, you wanted to write instead. There hadn’t been a man in my life who managed to even come close to you. But, as always, you kept those confessions to yourself.  

Right when you were about to play another episode, your phone buzzed again.  

Jungkook: I have a weird question  

You: I’m used to that  

You: shoot your shot.  

Jungkook: what’s your finger size?  

Confused, you read his last message once again. That was indeed a weird fucking question to ask, you thought. You had never really been a fan of rings. You only owed one - a gift from your grandmother she gave you for your sixteenth birthday. Rummaging thorough your drawer, you found it in a separate, black case.  

It still fit just right, so you took a ruler, measured the size and googled the results.  

You: it’s 7.5 I guess

You: why do you ask tho?  

Jungkook: I need you to go somewhere with me before our marathon if that’s okay

You: you didn’t answer my question  

You: but okay. what time?

Jungkook: ill pick you up at 5pm  

Jungkook: you’ll see  

Maybe it was for the better he hadn’t told you where he was taking you. If you had know, you would have backed away last minute. Come up with so lame excuse, blame it all on a headache or period cramps.

If you had known Jungkook was taking you to pick up an engagement ring for Soojin, you would have never come with him.  

When you parked in front of one of the most high-ranking jewellery stores dowtown, the solemnity of the situation hit you like a whiplash. You took a deep, shuddering breath. Jungkook was thinking about marrying Soojin. Jungkook was going to propose to her, soon. He was ready to spent the rest of his life with her. 

Jeon Jungkook, the love of your life, was about to slip out of your reach for good. 

You couldn’t cry. Not in front of him. You clenched your fists so tight the knuckles turned white.  

“I figured out you could help me,” Jungkook said, breaking the silence and unbuckled his seatbelt. “I checked Soojin's finger size once when she was showering and then I found out that your’s the same and well, you’re a girl so you obviously know more about jewellery than me and–”

“Jungkook,” you cut him off with a dry chuckle. You didn’t want him to speak. You didn’t want to see him. You wanted to jumped off his car and ran away from that place as far as possible. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I get it.”  

You smiled at him with reassurance. It was actually hilarious, how you mastered the art of feigning your real feelings when you were with him. It came easy to you to lie but with every untold truth, you were hurting more on the inside.  

“I’m here, so you don’t have to worry about chosing something horrible.”  

He grinned and you noticed a dust of pink covering the apples his cheeks. It was hard, so fucking hard seeing him happy because that was all you ever wanted and yet it pained you not to be the main source of it. Jungkook was twenty-three and already so in love he wanted to get married. You were going to see him in a black tux, a prince charming waiting in front of the altar for his princess.  

It ached. Why did it ache to see him happy?

The lady who worked at the jewellery store greeted you politely with a bow. “What can I do for you?” she asked.  

“We are looking for engagement rings.” Jungkook answered.

You could tell she was a bit astounded but her professional smile never faltered when she responded with, “Oh, that’s still quite unusual to see the couple chosing an engagement ring together.”  

You were about to protest but then, Jungkook did something you would never expect him to do.  

He grasped your hand.

(It was warm. His touch was soothing. Comforting. Then why did it hurt so bad?)  

“My girlfriend wants to chose the ring herself but she doesn’t know when she will get it.”  

To make matters worse, he sent you a wink. The store’s clerk cooed at the scene and clasped a hand over her chest. For her it was yet another day at work, yet another pair of adults who had decided to get marry.  

“You make a really beautiful couple.” she said. 

Even Jungkook’s hand squeezing yours couldn’t ease the sting you felt hearing her speak those words to you. You smiled lightly for good measure. She then pointed at the display and gave you some time and space too look at the options.

Your whole face felt hot. Jungkook was still holding your hand, still playing the role of a perfect boyfriend. He didn’t seem to notice what kind of effect it had on you. He didn’t know how fast your heart was beating, how warm his touch felt on your skin. It was all just a silly joke to him.

He leaned closer to you, so the store's clerk couldn’t hear him. His breath tickled your skin. “You’re blushing.” he whispered.  

“Shut up.”  

He chuckled and let go of your hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”  

(No matter how much it hurt you on the inside, you already missed his touch.)

“It’s okay. Let’s chose my damned ring, shall we?” you proposed, mustering a nonchalant tone.  

Dodging uneasiness with humor always worked out, it seemed.

You felt odd and out of place standing next to him and staring at all those glimmering jewels. In the corner of the eye you saw the lady who worked there glancing at you from time to time and that was when you remembered you were supposed to act like a soon-to-be fiancée. 

“They’re all pretty.” you said to Jungkook. 

“Which one you like the most then?”  

You didn’t have to think long about the answer. The ring with an emerald stone caught your eye from the beginning. It was different than the others, definitely not a standard choice for engagement but something about its peculiarity made you want it to have it shinning on your finger one day.  

Except, you weren’t here for yourself. Jungkook wasn’t your boyfriend. You were helping him chose a ring for Soojin. And you knew exactly what she would like.  

So you pointed at the number thirty-two. A sparkling, white-gold ring with an oval-shaped diamond.  

Jungkook let out a hum. “It’s really pretty, yeah. Excuse me,” he called. “My girlfriend would like to try out this one.”  

You ignored the phantom pain you felt as you put the ring on. You flexed your fingers and just for a moment, you pretended it wasn’t a farce your best friend came up with. The diamond shone brightly just like the glimmers of happiness in Jungkook's eyes. He didn’t have to worry about Soojin's answer. He knew it would be thousand times yes.

You were good at pretending. After all, you had been practicing the art of it almost your entire life.  

So you drove with Jungkook to your apartment and listened to him babbling about his newest project at work. You made snacks, sat in front of your TV and spent the next couple of hours watching Attack On Titan. You cursed him for spoiling you a few bits of the show and Jungkook, like the petty Virgo he was, reminded you how you accidentally revealed him Little Women's ending because you had read the book years before.

As you laughed and bickered with him, you still remembered about the crimson box tucked in the pocket of his leather jacket, but you didn’t allow yourself to break. Not yet.  

It was only when Jungkook fell asleep around 1am that you stepped into the shower and let the tears flow.  

And a week later, when the dreaded became real–

Jungkook: she said yes!!!

A white lie was told to avoid hurting someone’s feelings.

You: I’m so happy for you, Jungkook!  

After all, the best you could do was give up your happiness for the sake of his own.

[aj28gaming]

Nagito's diagnosis?

Okay hear me out, what if the only mental illness Nagito has is extreme paranoia or Nagito is just really paranoid about death?

Now listen

Listen

I get that this is gonna be laughed at a lot and probably treated as a joke

but hear me out

So, regarding Nagito's dementia, I already made these posts https://aj28gaming.tumblr.com/post/650577508025155585/danganronpa-messing-up-nagitos-character-cuz

https://aj28gaming.tumblr.com/post/650633399392944128/nagitos-dementia-and-misuse-of-information

But to be sure, I basically explain how and why Nagito has almost none of the symptoms of Frontotemporal Dementia, he might still have it tho, just not the symptoms

But think about this, the only time Nagito has actually acted "crazy" was when the killing game starts. Before that, all we get is a paranoid, self-deprecating boy used to trauma due to his abusive luck cycle. A boy who also has flawed beliefs in the talented and untalented due to the society of Danganronpa. A boy who fears murder and the death of others more than most.

Now, remember, he only gets crazy (I AM ONLY GONNA TALK ABOUT SDR2 BECAUSE THE LATER ITERATIONS AND GAMES AND ANIME ADAPTATIONS THAT PORTRAY NAGITO PORTRAY HIM INCREDIBLY WRONG) when the killing game starts

A killing game

A game of murder and death

And what does Nagito fear the most throughout the first chapter of SDR2 and throughout Island mode? What does he keep making sure doesn't happen? What does he keep asking Usami about while being extremely scared and paranoid about it?

WHAT DOES NAGITO FEAR THE MOST?

MURDER

HE HATES MURDER

HE CONSTANTLY TRIES TO GET HIMSELF DEAD OR KILLED TO ENSURE NO ONE ELSE DIES

Now imagine having a person who hates murder, who fears the possibility of death surrounding him and is constantly paranoid about it

Now put that person in a killing game, you know, A GAME FULL OF MURDER AND DEATH

So you get someone who fears having death and murder around him, and you put him in a place that is full of that, a killing game

YOU GET THIS

THIS

THIS (also keep in mind, NAGITO SAID IN ISLAND HE LAUGHS WHEN HE GETS SURPRISED, NOT BECAUSE HE IS HAPPY OR HAVING FUN)

See the pattern now

If you trap someone in a place full of everything they hate and fear for their entire life

They go crazy

Now remember the links I sent at the start? In them, I explain how his extreme paranoia causes a lot of his actions to happen

One, his coping mechanism

His coping mechanism is hope

He is constantly in denial about his mental state, about the people dying around him

Not saying he doesn't believe people are dying, I mean he struggles to accept that people around him are dying

He needs to find a reason for all of this despair

For why everyone has to experience despair

Nagito is a person who finds reason for everything, basically constantly tries to find order in his chaotic world

Makes sense since literally and figuratively due to his luck cycle, Nagito lacks control in his chaotic and traumatizing life

So he tries to find a reason for everything despairful that happens to him

Basically, "There has to be a reason for my suffering, right? RIGHT?"

So what does he do? He clings to hope

HOPE /hōp/

noun 1. a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. "he looked through her belongings in the hope of coming across some information" Similar: aspiration, desire, wish, expectation, ambition, aim, plan, dream, daydream, pipe dream, longing, yearning, craving, hankering 2. a feeling of trust. "our private friendship, upon hope and affiance whereof, I presume to be your petitioner" verb want something to happen or be the case.

KEEP THOSE DEFINITIONS IN MIND, TRUST ME WHEN I SAY NAGITO IS TALKING ABOUT THE ACTUAL MEANING OF HOPE, NOT SOME SUPERFICIAL VERSION HE CREATED HIMSELF

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So this makes sense right? A person is in a stressful situation which is basically their personal hell, so they cling to hope

Literally

And we get this a lot of the time in real life and in tv shows and movies where people in stressful times cling to hope

So it really isn't a surprise that Nagito does this

So, Nagito isn't worshipping Hope like it's a god, he is clinging to an ideology. He is clinging to positivity, a bright light amidst all the darkness

He is quite literally clinging to hope in a despairful situation, which a lot of people do and most likely the same with you and me.

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And again, no, his views on hope aren't due to his own personal opinion of what hope is. The hope he believes in is the literal definition of hope.

Hope as in light amidst all the darkness

He truly does have heroic and good intentions and truly does understand the hopes and despairs of others

He knew Teruteru wanted to continue the culinary legacy and help his mom, that's his hope

He knew Imposter would want to protect everyone no matter what, that's his hope

He knew Mikan killed for Despair, that despair being Junko Enoshima

He knew Fuyuhiko's hope is Peko and that both of them care about each other very much

He knew how similar he and Hajime are and how they are both bystanders and lovers of Hope, for Hajime that Hope being Hope's Peak academy itself and/or having talent

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That's why he wants to help everyone's hope. He doesn't want them to escape to "spread their hope to the world," he wants to help them because that is generally everyone's hope in the killing game, to escape and end the killing game. That's why he is also fine with helping the blackened because if he knows all the blackened wants to do is escape

All Nagito wants is for him to be the victim instead of anyone else so no one else has to die if someone must commit murder.

And tbh Nagito has only done 2 things,

One was when he orchestrated his own death so no one else dies during the first trial, but this fails due to his luck cycle

He knew someone would die eventually, and if he didn't do this then either Teruteru would've still murdered someone else or Fuyuhiko would've murdered Mahiru with Peko like in trial 2 due to the next motive

Someone would've died regardless, Nagito just wanted to be the victim to save everyone else. And he needed to make sure only HE BECOMES THE VICTIM which is why he orchestrated it

But alas, his luck screwed it up and Byakuya dies instead.

Second thing Nagito did was try to get everyone killed when he found out everyone were a bunch of terrorists and remnants of despairs. Do I seriously need to explain why anyone would've done this? Especially someone as paranoid as Nagito?

Hell, Hajime almost did way worse because he almost did the complete opposite, he almost pressed graduate so Junko can take over the dead bodies of their classmates and spread despair AGAIN

HOW THE HELL IS NAGITO WORSE THAN THE OTHERS?

HAJIME ALMOST CAUSED DESPAIR ONTO THE ENTIRE WORLD AGAIN AND EVERY OTHER MURDERER MURDERED FOR THEIR OWN SELFISH MOTIVES LIKE TO ESCAPE OR GET REVENGE

NAGITO SERIOUSLY JUST WANTED TO BE THE VICTIM SO NO ONE ELSE DIES AND WANTS TO ELIMINATE DESPAIR

HOW THE HELL IS HE THE CRAZY ONE?

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So now I explained how Nagito's paranoia of murder caused him to have a desperate belief in Hope as a coping mechanism in a very despairful situation

Now let's see how extreme his way of coping became. Seeing that he is in his actual personal hell, I would expect it to be pretty extreme.

And it is, a lot of the time.

Even to the point that he uses it to explain the deaths of his classmates and how to cope

Knowing Nagito, he has a habit of trying to find a reason for everything, like a prophecy or reason for his despair like I said before

And how exactly does he do that with the dead bodies of his classmates? He goes and treats them like stepping stones for hope

Basically saying, "Yes, our classmates are dead. But we shouldn't give up, because these deaths, this despair, it's all a stepping stone for an upcoming hope. A future good ending waiting to come, RIGHT?"

I added the right at the end because throughout the game, Nagito doesn't really seem like he only believes in hope. It's almost like he desperately needs and clings to hope.

So no matter what, he has to believe in hope

Because then, what is there left of him to believe in

He is trapped in his personal hell, forced to see classmates getting killed left and right, already experiences and fears the possibility of death and trauma on his normal day to day life, and what's worse is he constantly blames himself due to his luck cycle

He clings to hope, the possibility of a good ending happening in the end

Because what else can he believe in, what else can he live for at this point?

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You seriously don't need dementia to explain his actions

All you need to do is remember that all of them are in a killing game

So of course people will go crazy

And knowing Nagito and how paranoid he gets, no wonder he reacts way worse

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Nagito isn't crazy, he isn't a lunatic. He is just a paranoid kid who hates and fears murder and despair more than anyone else but is constantly forced to witness it and be subjected to it due to his luck cycle

And to be honest, anyone would've reacted the same way he does, and Hajime is proof of that

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Also stop calling him the Joker wtf

[hyunjilicious]

that night [harry styles]

A best friends to something else type of story. Exactly 7.8k (literally 7800 words which is scary) and you know I can’t write that much without SMUT. This takes place during a sleepover at the end of quarantine! Maybe tell me what you thought? :) (I promise I’ll edit this soon!)

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“Show me yer phone, love” Harry groaned, sending you the coldest of death stares. The night started off as usual, you two just watching some old documentaries, paying more or less attention to them as you mostly just sat and talked. Things took a turn when your phone started blowing up with messages. Being the kind of person who always replies in an instant, suspicions arose when you decided to completely ignore the texts. Although Harry never violated your privacy and never pushed you for answers you didn’t want to give, when you started laughing and got nervous about whoever it was that kept texting you, he figured it would be worth it to push your buttons.

“I said no” you repeated yourself, standing up from the couch. There were two main reasons you didn’t want to talk about the person texting you, and these 2 reasons were also probably the only two things in the world you wouldn’t want to discuss with him.

“Why no’?” he asked offended, following you into the kitchen, like a small child begging his parents to let him have his way, “What can be tha’ bad? I wouldn’t have asked any questions if yeh hadn’t been so off about it from the start”

You turned and looked at him dead in the eye, contemplating what to say next. He beat you to it.

“Is it a guy? Have you been seein’ someone?” Harry asked as he walked over to you, completely ignoring your personal space. “Is tha’ it? I don’t wanna read yeh texts, just tell me yes or no, and I’ll drop it. Promise”

You took a deep breath. “Yes, it’s a guy” you said calmly, “But we’re not seeing each other”

“Then why does he keep texting yeh like crazy?”

“Crazy…” you sighed, tapping your chin, “Good description”

“Come on, Y/n” Harry whined, tapping your shoulder as he walked past you and towards the refrigerator, “Just tell me, I’m really curious, crazy how?”

“Promise you’re not gonna freak out?” you laughed, grabbing whatever he was pulling out of the fridge and handing to you. You stopped paying attention after three cups of pudding and one bottle of wine.

“When have I ever freaked out?” he joked, mocking himself. He was usually a calm person, more composed than anyone you’ve ever met, and he less than rarely got angry. And from those times when he did lose his temper, 90% of cases were mild and he was still calmer than anyone else in that kind of situation, but that 10% left was pure terror. When his friends told you years ago that nothing’s scarier than Harry when he was truly mad, you didn’t quite believe them. You had to see for yourself to accept it. It only happened a few times in almost 5 years, but you always still did everything you could to keep him from going off again.

“Ok, so” you started speaking as you rummaged around your kitchen for bowls and glasses, “His name is Marcus and we actually met on Tinder-”

“Wait a second” he cut you off, “During the lock down?”

“Oh, no. It happened before all of this madness. Around january, I think”

It was obvious he was already bothered by how this conversation started, but he did his best to control himself so you wouldn’t decide to drop it. “Pretty serious, then, huh?” he said eventually.

“Literally the opposite” you laughed, pouring the pudding into the bowl, “We saw each other once-” and it hurt you to say the following part but you did it nonetheless, “hooked up, and didn’t talk since”

Pure annoyance was readable on his features. “Apparently haven’t talked until now?”

“Yeah, I mean-” you cringed, “He texted me like a week or so ago and we didn’t - vibe, and he got weird, so like I muted the conversation for 7 days because I didn’t want him to bother me anymore but he got so defensive it was funny so I didn’t really wanna block him”

“Yeh muted the guy a week ago and he still keeps trying?” Harry asked, completely taken aback, “Can’t blame him, but still, tha’s a bit much”

“It is” you nodded in agreement, and motioned for him to open the bottle of wine for you.

“He must have liked yeh a lot” he mumbled, twisting the corkscrew into the top of the bottle, “Maybe you two had a really great time, and he-”

“Harry” you stopped him, leaning your head to the side, “I know you’re squeezing information out of me right now, but I honestly don’t think you want to hear more of this”

“Ok” he sighed defeated, “I’m gonna stop pushin’ yeh. Thanks for tellin’ me tho. And sorry if I crossed any lines''

“You haven’t, H” you smiled, giving him a hug from behind. “It’s fine”

After gathering everything you had fixed up to take into the living room, the pudding and the wine, as you passed the threshold of the kitchen, you heard Harry speak up, traces of amusement audible in his voice. “But like… At least was the sex good?”

“You want me to answer that?” you chuckled, plopping down on the couch. “Do you seriously want me to answer that?”

“Yeah” Harry shrugged, smiling innocently.

“It was horrible” you said bluntly and watched his grin wilt away. “Probably the worst sex I’ve ever had. No, no, no.. Definitely the worst sex I have ever had in my entire life”

His mouth fell agape. “Seriously? Why?”

“Well, i got to his house… And you know, up until then everything was fine, like he seemed like a completely normal and fun guy while we texted but like, as soon as i got to his place he became really… I don’t even know how to put it, he was um.. Very clingy and weird and we talked for a bit but then when we went to his room he turned into literally the biggest asshole I met”

“What?” Harry exclaimed, “Tha’s not wha’ I expected”

“Exactly!” you laughed, “Neither did I!”

“Then wha’ happened?”

“I went down on him and he didn’t do the same because apparently he finds that gross? That’s what he told me but I didn’t wanna get into it because I went there to get dick so I was like let’s just fuck, and we did… We made out a bit, got him worked up again, and when we fucked I literally thought something was wrong with me, because he just.. I don’t know. Bumped into me and after he finished I was there like… What just happened?”

“Yeh were right when yeh said I didn’t wanna hear this”

“Told you” you giggled, grabbing your pudding and toying with your teaspoon.

“Jus’ stop using Tinder, please” Harry eventually shook his head.

“A girl has needs, ok?”

He was enraged and completely ignored your words, “And wha’ does he want from yeh now? He really thinks yeh’d see him again? Really?”

“I don’t even know what he’s been saying, honestly” you shrugged.

“Can I see?” 

“Can you like, read from the notification box? I don’t wanna leave him on seen”

Harry nodded in agreement and you gave him your phone. He pressed the lock button, the screen lit up, and it was instantly flooded with texts from him. Since you put the conversation on mute a week ago, you had no idea what he had been saying. It seemed that he didn’t appreciate your lack of interest and that he didn’t bother to hold back.

‘You pathetic whore, u really think ur gonna find someone better than me? U think ur so high and mighty and hot but  ur gonna die alone you bitch. Do u feel better about yourself if u juts ignore my texts???? Well good for fucking u-’ and Harry locked the phone, the screen going black.

“The fuck did I just read?” he questioned, his annoyance from earlier, now morphing into pure anger.

“You said you wanted to read” you shook your head.

“Why does he think he can talk to yeh like that?”

“I don’t honestly care” you sighed, “It’s not like I’ll ever see him again, so he can go and say anything he wants”

“‘S not how that works, darlin’” he said.

"Can we drop this, please" you sighed, unable to quite look in his direction, "I don't like this"

"Well-" Harry erupted and judging by the way his voice instantly died down, you could tell he almost lost control, "I don't fucking like it either, ok? But yeh shouldn't jus' accept tha'!"

"I wouldn't call it acceptance, H" you shook your head, discarding your bowl of pudding and jumping straight to the bottle of wine. "I told him I'm not interested, and I stopped replying. It's not acceptance... he just keeps trying"

"But for some reason yeh're letting him talk t' yeh like tha'"

"Well-" you shrugged, and took a big gulp of red wine, "He talks by himself"

"Y/n…" Harry called, his voice soft and you could tell that there was anger hidden somewhere deep inside, but you still appreciated the fact that he managed to keep it contained. He extended his arm, his fingers brushing against the side of your thigh. It was a soft, delicate touch, that made every hair on your body stand up. He did it to get your attention and boy, did it work. Instantly, your eyes snapped to his, and were met with something you did not see coming. "Can I say something?" he asked cautiously, his eyes shining with genuine worry.

"You're making this into something much more significant than it actually is"

"I'll drop it" he eventually nodded, "If you promise me something"

"What?"

"If anythin' similar to this happens again, tell me"

"And what are you gonna do about it?" you giggled, trying to lighten the mood. As you kept staring into his green eyes, you brought the wine bottle up to your lips, took a long sip, and then handed it to him.

He took the bottle out of your hands, seemingly not giving more than two shits about it. The warmth in his eyes accentuated as his eyebrows gathered into a concerned furrow, "Make sure it doesn't get to yeh"

"It doesn't" you smiled.

"Lemme make sure" 

"Ok, Harry" you laughed, "I promise you that the next time a guy from Tinder gets mad about me not reciprocating the feeling, and he starts sending me that kind of texts, I will tell you"

The sarcasm just flowed out of you, and he was not impressed.

"I meant in general, love"

"Any guy?" you taunted, "Not just from tinder?"

"Fucking put on tha’ movie" he shook his head, "I know yeh too well. Won't get anywhere until you get some wine in tha’ belly"

"That's your plan?" you laughed, "Get me drunk and make me spill all my secrets?"

"I never assumed you had any secrets, but yeah, now I wanna know those too" Harry grinned, throwing his arm around you and pulling you to his chest. Although this kind of intimacy was something you've been somewhat used to, tonight it was just a bit more difficult to bear. And it may all have been due to the way he mentioned he wouldn’t want anything to get to your head, and the way he said he’d make sure of it. Even though you weren’t truly clear how he’d do that and what exactly was going through his head, it was crystal clear how you’d have him do that.

But now was not the time. You glued your eyes to the TV screen, and begged your brain to focus on the movie in front of you and not whatever Harry was thinking about, mere inches away from you.

There had been something in the air that night, because neither of you managed to pay any kind of attention to the movie anymore. You talked, the conversation not going back to the previous topic, you laughed, gossiped like there was no tomorrow, and now it was almost 4am, and you and Harry were 3 bottles of wine in. Deciding to cut the alcohol before it was too late, you settled for water, as Harry went on to finish a weird story he once heard from a hippie touring the states in his van. He was completely smitten, his eyes shone with admiration for the old man. Harry spoke with words of great respect about a life he wished he could once live. It was only a matter of time until it would get to you.

“But,” you sighed, laying down and placing your head into his lap, “You really seem like the kind of guy to pack his bags and just leave. Like get a couple of friends or something, leave a note saying you’ll eventually be back, and just travel around the world”

“I kinda already do tha’ love” Harry laughed, double chin showing as he looked down at you.

“Not what I meant” you shook your head, “And you know it”

“Wha’ did yeh mean, then?”

He looked down at you, his hands finding their way into your hair as you contemplated how to put the words together. “I don’t know… Less social interaction-” you finally said, “Make it less about living the same songs in front of thousands of people, and more about living a completely new experience as you really get to know just a handful of people”

He didn’t look convinced. His dimples were showing, and a chuckle was threatening to escape his lips.

“That didn’t make any sense, did it?” you laughed.

“It did” Harry smiled, “Might have’ta resume this in tha’ morning, but i think i got the idea”

You pointed your finger to him, “Best”

“Me?” he grinned, grabbing your hand, “Oh, stop it!”

“Not you, your idea”

“Nice save, love”

You wanted to object and keep this topic going as the butterflies in your stomach started to riot, but just as you opened your mouth to speak, the sound of your phone receiving another text filled the air. In an instant, your eyes locked with Harry’s and you knew he wasn’t gonna let any of that shit slide. Not wanting to give him the chance to protest, you sprung up and leaned towards the coffee table, your fingers barely managing to brush against the side of your phone before Harry grabbed your waist and yanked you back, pressing you against the cushions of the sofa as he hovered above you.

The intimacy and urgency of this whole charade made your skin crawl, and you couldn’t help but let a few giggles escape, “What are you doing?” you laughed.

“Not lettin’ tha’ asshole ruin your night, love” Harry smirked, tilting your head so that you had to face him. 

“I’ll see the text in the morning and it will ruin my whole day” you played along, but as it turned out, you dug your own grave.

“Oh?” he grinned, “So it does get to you”

“No!” you belted, “That is not what I meant, Jesus harry”

“Come on, hon” 

His head tilted to the side, before he leaned down and nudged the tip of your nose with his. “Jus’ say the word”

That sent burning chills down your spine, and your cheeks couldn’t do anything but to comply and turn an erotic shade of pink.

“I’m not sure what to say” you mumbled, fighting against the urge to jump on him.

“I’m yer best friend, love-” he made a small pause, for dramatic effect, and just stared down at you while your blood boiled, “Lemme show yeh how good yeh can feel”

“I-”

He cut you off, obviously proud of himself, “I obviously wouldn’t have asked twice if I hadn’t felt you squeeze your thighs around me”

“Fuck, Harry-” you said, embarrassment rushing all over you as you threw your hands in the air.

He leaned down, and brushed his lips along your jaw, “Yeh could be screaming tha’ name”

Regaining your composure, you grabbed his chin and forced him to make eye contact once again, “What does this mean to you?”

“It doesn’t have t’ mean anything we don’t want it to” he nodded, “Just friends looking out of one another”

“Mhm..” you choked, “Yep”

“Tell me, and I’ll get off of you”

Your answer came a short second later. “Yeah, get off” you said sternly.

His features barely got a chance to show the disappointment that enveloped him, because as soon as the words left your mouth, you pushed yourself up. Excitement started showing on his face as you pushed yourself up. With a devilish smile on your lips, you grabbed the hem of his shirt; not giving him a chance to secure his balance on his knees before you pulled the material up his body. He clumsily shuffled out of it, his tattoos coming into full view.

“Is that a new one” you asked, pointing to his left shoulder.

To your surprise he took you seriously, and looked down, obviously confused, “Which one, love?”

“This one” you grinned, pushing yourself up and against his chest, this way, giving yourself a chance to press your lips to the base of his neck.

Harry’s whole body shivered under you as he let out a small chuckle. Instantly, his hands found your waist. Once your lips grazed his sensitive skin, the muscles of his neck relaxed as if under a spell and his head fell back. Harry’s fingers dug into your sides as your teeth sunk his flesh, sucking profusely. Having waited for this so many years, it felt all too real and completely unreal at the same time. There was a fire burning inside of you and the soft moans slipping past his lips were no help with taming it.

“Having fun?” Harry laughed, but his confidence and usual air of self control were shaking.

As a response, you bit into his ear lobe and delighted yourself with the whimpers of pleasure he didn’t even try to hide.

Although burning for it, you didn’t have it in you to go for his lips, so when he was the one to do it, all your radars went crazy. The way he grabbed your chin and pulled you closer, it was all you wished for. Years worth of pent up emotions dripped from your lips and onto his.

How ungrateful and inappropriate would it have been for you to beg for more and guide the situation in a different direction? Even if his gentleness made your knees weak, the heat between your legs begged for a less kissing and a lot more biting. 

It was when he pressed you down against him that made you forget about everything that held you back. His erection was rubbing against your thigh as you grinded down on him, and you couldn’t help but break the kiss and sink your teeth into his lower lip.

Harry threw his head back against your touch, and a proud smile lifted up the corners of your mouth.

“Come on” you moaned, kissing your way down to his ear, “Show me how you should treat a girl”

His fingers snuck into your hair and pulled your head back, forcing your eyes to meet his’, “Is it me? Or are yeh a bit more excited for this than you initially let on?”

Your eyes sparkled as you let out the fib, “It’s just you”

Grinning, he shook his head in mock approval, and secured you in his hold, before effortlessly spinning the two of you around. Now, a mess of limbs, you looked up at Harry with what could only be described as pure lust. And it all reflected on his features. His ridiculously messy curls framed his face perfectly, allowing his proud gaze to fuel your engines.

With all your might you wanted to let him take the lead and not show too much enthusiasm, but it felt next to impossible. Before you knew it, your hands were cupping his cheeks again, forcing his body flush against your own. He kissed you back with no hesitation, as if he too waited years for this to finally happen, as if this was his dumb way of confessing to you that he too, was head over heels for you. But that was a scenario that regardless of its likelihood, was sure to ruin your mood. 

So you pushed it aside, forced your mind to fall on standby, and instead, you concentrated on the way his hands explored every single inch of your body. When he broke the kiss, you wanted to protest, your tongue crying from the sudden loss of contact. But his lips traveled lower, kissing all the way over down your neck, along your collarbones, and across your chest. It was all aggravated and hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough. 

“Yeh good?” Harry asked, looking up at you, cheeks all flushed.

“Yep, yeah” you whispered, the weight of the moment turning your voice into a light chuckle. Breathless and innocent, you were on cloud nine, and all your struggles to keep that hidden were in vain.

Delicately, as only he could, Harry pushed your shirt over your head, leaving you exposed, a fact which sent a whole new wave of pleasure down your body. This gesture alone shook your whole world, but he wasn't wasting any time. You barely even got a chance to catch your breath before he lowered himself, and cupped your breasts into his palms. Your back arched in an instant, and when his warm lips connected to your skin, goosebumps propagated all over your whole body. As circled his lips and caught your nipple between his teeth, your mind went crazy, muscles sizzling with anticipation. A suggestive moan slipped from your throat, and you could tell it surely tickled his ego.

“Gettin’ there?” he questioned even if he already knew the answer.

You threw him half a shrug, tilting your head to the side and pressing your cheek to your shoulder.

“So fuckin’ cute, angel” Harry chuckled, shaking his head as he crawled up your body, “Why’re yeh so cute?”

“How would I know?” you blushed, playing along with his overly teasing approach, “You’re the one who sad it”

“Don’t know why I think yeh’re cute?”

You nodded no.

A small but sure fire lit up his features, and he knew it was on. He did maintain the eye contact for a while, but when he finally looked down at your body, nonchalantly staring at your chest, that was when your breath got caught in your throat. The pressure was building up, yet Harry kept pushing your buttons. 

In desperate need to pick up the pace, you nudged his chin with the back of your fingers, and when his eyes caught yours; you raised one eyebrow, motioning for him to continue. “Wha’ do yeh want me t’ tell yeh, love?” Harry grinned, leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Tell me what you like about me” you laughed, linking your fingers in his hair. While you laughed due to the amount of different emotions that coursed through you, Harry made it all the more difficult for you to keep it together. His kisses were light enough for you to feel the ounces of love that dripped from his lips, but carnal enough to keep you on your toes.

“I love everything about yeh” he murmured against your skin, his chain of passionate kisses crossing over to the other side of your neck, “I mean, wha’s there not t’ like?”

“Word” you giggled, your sarcasm coming in perfect contrast to the weakness his question brought to your knees.

“Fuckin’ love every inch” Harry said, having completely ignored your joke, “Every single part of yeh, yer body and god, yer mind”

His hands cupped the sides of your rib cage, as his lips traveled down your sternum. He seemed lost, completely absorbed. Every time he looked up at you, it was impossible not to notice how out of this world his eyes seemed. Glossy and dark, extravagant green looking to explore more of you. And those were only the times you managed to catch him staring. The pleasure this man provided surpassed the moaning level, he got you working hard not to scream in ecstasy, as his tongue ran laps around your nipples, and the way his lips sucked with that specific amount of pressure. It looked as if he already knew where all your buttons were, he acted as if he knew your body better than you did. And for you, that was a new experience, which would’ve already been too much, even without Harry involved. But seeing your fingers get lost in his absolutely perfect in a messy kind of way locks, as he treated your skin with such refined skill, you found yourself way too close to the edge.

In the high of the moment, probably following an unidentifiable stimulus, you found yourself concentrated on the way his palms felt against your skin. He held you in his arms as if you were the most precious thing he ever laid eyes on. And for some reason, that feeling alone had you skyrocketing.

It was when you moaned out loud, for the first time not holding back, that he finally decided to give you what he promised. 

“Yeh sure this is ok, angel, yeah?” he murmured, looking up at you. 

His light stubble tickled the lower side of your abdomen as his breath barely managed to reach your skin. 

“Yeah” you clumsily nodded, your words coated in fervid enthusiasm.

Something happened. Something clicked inside of him. You saw it in the way his eyes warmed up. For a second he didn’t move, instead he just took in everything that was happening. When he eventually pushed himself up, you expected him to help you or motion for you to undress, but he didn’t. Harry lowered himself on top of you, pressing his chest against your own.

His fingers locked themselves against your chin, “I really wanna fucking do this right for yeh”

His confession took you aback. The seriousness in this tone was not something you anticipated. At first, he was the one who made it all seem like a meaningless game, yet right now, it seemed as though he fell into his own trap. 

All you could do was nod. Nod in approval, nod as a sign for him to keep going. As a promise that it was all ok. This attitude of his was not something you signed up for. Even if it looked like the beginning of what you always wanted, it also felt a little bit too sudden.

“Come here” you cooed, cupping his cheeks in a loving manner.

In an instant, he leaned into your touch, his skin burning against your damp palms. For the x-th time that evening, his lips melted onto yours, but something felt different. But you kept going, allowed the moment to carry you further without giving yourself the burden of dictating a direction. 

And seconds passed, and with each one, his touch became more and more aggravated. You could feel his need, and you have loved to think that what you were feeling from him was love, but it was just too big of a step to take right now. Not too shortly after, the situation escalated towards the point you left off earlier. You let him take the lead, and he soon returned to his usual self.

Harry made his way down your body through a chain of lingering kisses, each one of them awakening yet another side of you. This time, you were given no time to prepare. His experienced hands grabbed your thighs, groping their way up to your hips. Although it was fairly fast, it felt like an eternity. You breathing picked up when his fingers hooked themselves into the waistband of your leggings, and without even thinking about it, you pushed yourself up, allowing him to take them off. 

Now, you hadn’t seen this coming, because if you had, you probably would have chosen to wear something less embarrassing than your Superman underwear. Your cheek heated up as if it was the first time a man had seen you naked, and all your insecurities washed over you. None of those thoughts crossed Harry’s mind though. 

He just smiled - a gesture whose roots you’d never know. 

Harry positioned himself between your legs, his fingers gingerly tracing up and down your outer thighs. “Really fucken gorgeous, yeh know tha’?”

His compliments have never been this hard to receive, “Shut up” you chuckled, rolling your eyes as you couldn't help but squirm under his stare.

“Wha’?” Harry grinned, leaning his head to the side as he let his teasing side take over, 

“Tha’ tinder fuckface never told yeh just how perfect yeh look?”

“This is still about him, huh?”

“It’s about yeh, love” Harry rolled his eyes, letting his nails graze your skin, “Always been about yeh, always will be”

With each word that let his mouth, he leaned down, lower and lower, until every inch of his body was pressing against your own. He dominated the moment, and you love it.

When he engulfed your lips into a kiss, his right hand traveled between your legs. That alone made your core vibrate, and knowing there was no way to hide your enthusiasm, made you smile.

You felt the back of his fingers trace up and down your opening, and his words confirmed your suspicions. He pulled away from your lips just enough so he could speak, but he was still too close for you to properly see his features - he was just a few literal inches away, “I can’t wait to taste yeh, doll”

The grin on his lips and the pride of his tone, had a visible effect on you. The hairs on your body stood up in anticipation, and you couldn’t help but arch your back and close your legs around him. You kissed him back, and this time, it was on.

As his tongue pushed past your lips, Harry’s hands lewdly traveled down your sides, caressing every inch of exposed skin they found in their way. You didn’t see the eagerness coming, but when he reached between your legs, the flimsy material of your underwear didn’t even begin to come in his way. He shoved his hand under your panties, his fingers instantly coming in contact with your opening.

It was solely the emotional value of the moment that made you nearly gasp. Harry took his sweet damn time, as if you needed any more foreplay. The pads of his fingers gingerly traced up and down your opening a few times, before coming back up again to rest against your clit. It was soft and easy at the beginning, but the feather light touch of his fingers started gaining more and more pressure as subtle circular movements started to form.

When you looked up at him, you were met with the mess of curls that had fallen onto his forehead as he had his head hanging low, with his eyes trained between your bodies. With a gentle nudge against his chin, you prompted him to look up. At first he seemed a bit disoriented, but a wicked grin shortly appeared on his lips. It made you smile.

He was the one to resume the kiss, making it gentle this time - in perfect contrast with the action of his fingers, as he slowly made his way past your folds. When the first finger went in, you curled the corners of your mouth in anticipation. It felt fine, but it was just the tip of the iceberg and you knew it. Eager for more, you allowed your teeth to lewdly sink into his lower lip, willing to show him you wanted more. 

With a grunt, Harry shuffled a bit, his knees bucking into your hips. The deep breath he released tickled your skin, but you weren’t going to let this go. As you forced your teeth just a bit deeper into his plush skin, Harry let his forehead fall against yours. 

His tongue neatly traced along your upper lip, and you thought it was in response to your actions. And this erroneous thought kept you from anticipating his next move. When Harry pushed one more finger in, your senses went mad, and the simple fact that he didn't give you too much time to adjust before he pushed a third finger in, rocked you completely. 

You moaned in return and arched your back.

"I got yeh, baby girl" he whispered softly, "Look at me, I got yeh, ok?"

After receiving an enthusiastic nod from you, Harry made his way down your body. This time, he swiftly shuffled to the side, pulling your legs together and riding you of the unnecessary piece of underwear you still had on.

Not waiting for him to take control, you spread your legs, and feasted on the carnal look he had in his eyes as he looked down at your body. He didn’t waste any time before finding the perfect spot between your legs. Your whole body shivered as he leaned his head to the side, his light stubble tickling its way down the inside of your thighs. 

And following the rough feeling of the still shy beard you didn’t think he was able to grow, when his soft lips brushed against your skin, you involuntarily clenched. You bucked your hips and your legs tried, but to no avail, to close the distance between one another. You wanted more - needed more. And he noticed it.

Looking down along your body, you could only see the top of his head. And his fingers, pressing into the skin of your legs. And the tip of his nose as he proceeded to tease you into oblivion with millions of kisses, each of them nothing less than heavenly, but still, nothing compared to what you knew was coming next. The only warning he gave you as a hurried grin, and it was nowhere near enough.

It was on. Elegantly, but with traces of dominance in his touch, and with two fingers, Harry spread your pussy wide open, his tongue lewdly slipping right inside you. The contact and the buildup made you gasp. Had you not been so over the moon and distracted already, you’d have heard him snicker in response to the sound you just made. But you were too caught up. You felt him on every inch of your body, and the signals your core were sending you, were not what you wanted.

You wanted this to last. To have him go at it, lapping at your core for hours. To feel his tongue wag until your senses went numb.It might have been the dry spell that was forced upon you as the pandemic overtook your life, or the timeless, painful crush you’ve had on him for years, but you were already on the edge.

Trying hard to make the moment last, you curled your pointer finger and shoved it into your mouth, biting down hard. Your back arched dangerously as your head flew back, but it all just worked in his favour. Your pleasure was building up, and the careful, experienced movement of Harry’s tongue against your clit was only gaining momentum.

“Yeh taste like fucking heaven but I think yeh already knew tha’” he said, for a second pulling away from your core and giving you a chance to catch your breath.

All you managed was a pathetic excuse of a nod, along with a shy roll of your eyes.

“None of tha’” Harry laughed, licking his lips, “Don’t care how close yeh are, ‘m not gonna stop until yeh moan my name, love”

“Jesus christ, Harry!” you panted, shaking your head.

He responded in a similar manner, and again, with no warning whatsoever, he went back in. This short break allowed you to regain your composure, even if it was just a tiny bit. Your excitement, although still there and just as consuming, was easier to control now. You felt his touch all throughout your body, his tongue tickling all your senses.

What brought you closer into the moment was the feeling of his hands, as he grabbed your thighs and pushed your legs up onto his shoulders. For whatever reason, this felt even more intimate, and as his fingers sank into your flesh, you felt your engines start up again.

The delicate flicks of his tongue were getting more and more aggravated by the second, and now it was close to impossible to keep calm. Sweaty palms gripping tirelessly into the cushions under you, your back under constant strain, your eyes squeezed shut - he had you entirely.

And as if that wasn’t enough, he went further. Harry pushed one finger inside of you, moving his lips up to fully concentrate on your clit. His tongue prepared you, got you all ready and wanting, and then, he wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves and sucked - gently and with a minimal amount of pressure, but god-

“Fuck, Harry-” you called out. It was more of a cry, choked back in the depths of your throat, all breathy and muffled.

“Come on, angel” Harry whispered.

As you looked down, past your heaving chest, your eyes landed conveniently on the top of his head. Complete chaos - his unruly curls tickled the inside of your thighs, as his fingers dug into your flesh. The two rings he never takes off were sure to leave proud indents on your skin.

Harry sucked at your bundle of nerves, the eager touch of his tongue awakening absolutely every need inside your being. Add the experienced pumps of his fingers and the fact that this was Harry Styles and none other, and you were done.

With each passing second you started to lose more and more of the control you had on your body. Sweating nervously out of every pore of your body, you squirmed under his weight hoping you’d make the moment last.

“‘S good, love, isn’t it?” Harry smirked for just about a second, “I can see yeh, yeh’re a mess fo’ me”

“Fuck” you whined, covering your face with your right palm as your head tilted backwards, “Shut up”

“Oh!” Harry faked surprise, “Gettin’ cocky?”

As he spoke, Harry curled his fingers inside your pussy; maybe intentionally - maybe by chance, hitting all the right spots and making you moan out loud.

“I’ll take tha’ as an apology”

You scoffed.

Harry shook his head. When you looked down at him again, you caught him licking his lips. It was obvious he waited for you to catch him doing that.

Already at the edge of your self control, you curled your fingers into his hair, motioning for him to resume his work. He followed your lead without any complaints, and when his bottom teeth grazed your clit, even if it was light as a feather you lost it.

Your mind became numb, drunk on the pleasure he provided. Your eyes rolled back as you enjoyed every second of your high. Harry kept you spiraling, continuing to lap at your core as the muscles of your legs tensed uncontrollably around his frame.

“Holy fuck-” you breathed out, voice shaky and wounded.

He made sure to milk every ounce of pleasure out of your being, leaving you a heaving mess under his stare.

Harry pushed himself up, nonchalantly wiping his chin, his eyes not allowing yours to look away.

As you gathered yourself and worked on bringing your breathing back to normal, there was only one thought going on inside your head - that it would only be fair if you reciprocate the gesture. Thinking about it was enough to make your core buzz again, but you didn’t have it in you to bring it up, and instead hoped he’d show he wished things didn’t stop either.

But he didn’t.

However, you got to kiss him again. And no matter how badly you wanted to keep the atmosphere on fire, he had other plans. 

“Did I take good care of yeh?” Harry asked as he leaned down beside you. His hand found your cheek, keeping you in place for another longing kiss, “Did I do yeh right?”

You nodded against his lips, not willing to actually word the answer.

His chuckle made it clear that the point got through. And for a second it seemed as if the night wasn’t done. None of you was willing to pull away, and allowed the minutes to go by without a care in the world, lost in each other’s arms.

“Freakin’ love yeh, angel” Harry said.

It wasn’t the first time you’d hear this coming out of his mouth, but you couldn’t help but smile thinking this time it was meant in a different manner. You answered him by cuddling deeper into his chest, and that was a moment you wouldn’t have traded for the world.

And you fell asleep like that. No matter how big and luxurious your couch was, you still spent the night glued to one another. Harry felt every calm breath of yours on his skin and everytime he moved a bit to adjust his position, his hold tightened around you to make sure he wasn’t pushing you away.

After what was probably the best sleep you’d gotten in the whole year of 2020, morning came around. Actually it was lunch time, if we’re being generous. The sun was high up, proudly making its way into your living room, past the curtains to forgot to draw the other night.

When you awoke, Harry wasn’t there anymore. However, panic didn’t have the time to settle in as you heard movement coming from the kitchen, and the strong smell of coffee reached your nose in no time.

You got up from the couch, with herds of butterflies in your stomach. Harry’s words from last night still echoed in your head, and even now, with no alcohol in your system, they managed to bring goosebumps all over your skin.

“When did you get up?”

That was how you made your presence known.

Harry turned around with a smile on his face. He had a bag of avocados tucked under his arm, as he typed away on his phone. His undone pants were hanging onto his thighs for dear life, and the only other piece of fabric on his body was a thin, brown hair tie around his wrist. There were a few purple marks along his collar bones and his hair looked rougher than usual, things which deep down, shook you up a bit.

 “Wanted to take yeh out fo’ breakfast, but I gotta leave in like an hour, so I figured this should do”

“Yeah, yeah sure” you agreed, “It’s perfect”

“Would’ve done mo’, but Y/n, yeh have no food in this house”

You laughed, walking over to slump down into one of the chairs, “Didn’t get a chance to get any perishables”

“You got some” Harry chuckled, “You got weeks’ worth of everything you need to make guacamole and pancakes”

“I have no idea how that happened, those will spoil” you shook your head, “You can take some of them actually”

“Or I could just come over”

“Even better”

The food was ready in no time. Harry had everything done and set while you washed up a bit, and after that, you both sat down to eat. Minimal and light, but still, there was a weight in the pit of your stomach.

“About last night-” Harry began to say, but you tried to stop him.

“You don’t have to-”

“We kinda do, love” he smiled, “I need to apologise, angel”

You squinted your eyes, “For?”

“I don’t really have t’ apologise fo’ what I said because I meant every word” Harry slowly said, as if he has a hard time putting his thoughts together, “I jus’ wish I hadn’t said it like tha’ though”

“Like what?” you questioned, a bit lost.

“Like I had the right to say that kind of crap” he laughed. It was nervous laughter, like he was afraid of what was coming next, “I do fucking love yeh, but I shouldn’t have assumed you wanted to hear that”

“What are you talking about, I don’t understand” you groaned, growing a bit tired of the impatience he brought upon you.

“You’re my best friend, ok?” he sighed, “That’s all we are, Y/n, and that was not supposed to happen”

The food got lodged in your throat, and you felt like if you didn’t stand up, you’d no longer be able to breathe. “It was your idea” you scoffed.

Harry’s eyes followed your frame, but he remained seated, “I know”

“So what changed? If anything even changed. I don’t understand what the problem is. You regret we did what we did-”

“I don’t regret anything” Harry butted it.

“You said it was not supposed to happen!” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes as you walked over to the sink, just to make yourself useful and to stop just standing in front of him.

“The things I said to you-” he said sternly, pushing his chair back and throwing his hands into the air, “I shouldn’t have said those, ok? It doesn’t matter who meant what, I told you things that-”

“What did you tell me that’s bothering you so much?” you almost yelled, annoyance dripping out of your pores. You walked over to him, and he closed the distance by standing up.

“I-” Harry stuttered, playing with his hair to buy himself some more time. “All the-”

“What?” you pushed, “That you like everything about me? That’s what you regret saying? And what else?”

“God” he groaned, “I don’t regret saying tha’, it’s just tha’ it wasn’t my place to say it”

You fell silent.

“If I were you... I’d want to hear those things from someone that is more than just a friend to me” he confessed.

“And you can’t be that to me? More than a friend?”

After a few seconds of painful silence, realization hit him, “Y/n…”

He did reach out. He took a step towards you but you stepped back. The remorse in his tone was too painful to ignore. So you moved away from him and slowly made your way out of the kitchen.

“Y/n!” Harry called, following you.

“Just go”

“Please...”

“Please what?” you shook your head, but he didn’t have the words you needed to hear.

“I’m sorry”

“It’s fucking fine” you sighed, walking backwards towards your room, “Just show yourself out”

[beauvibaby]

table for two – a.beauvillier

a/n: a little fic I threw together that I really love 🥺 it’s not proofread tho

“A forty minute wait?” You tried to hide your disappointment, it had been a terrible day at work, your feet were aching and your stomach was on the verge of growling. “Yes, I’m-“ the hostess stopped herself, she glanced over to the only other single party here, “give me just a moment.” She gave you a smile before rushing off. You sighed dramatically, pulling your phone out. The only reason you were so stuck on eating here is because you had a gift card and didn’t want to cook tonight. You glanced up as the hostess approached you, “we have a table for two available, if you don’t mind sitting with this gentleman.” She explained, motioning to the guy sitting in the corner, he had an optimistic smile on his face. He clearly had a much better day than you, as you were about to turn down the offer, your stomach clenched, reminding you how long it had been since you ate.

“Yes. I’ll sit with him.”

You stayed silent, following them to the table, the guy shot you a soft smile as he sat across from you, he seemed like a nice guy, his eyes showed his genuineness. The bright blue only making them more vibrant, you mirrored his smile, crossing your legs under the table. “So, how are we playing this? Awkward silence while we listen to each other eat, or are you going to tell me your name?” He spoke up as you hid behind your menu, you raised an eyebrow at his forwardness, although you could hear a slight nerve in his tone. “You first.” You laughed softly, lowering the menu to reveal your whole face. “Anthony.” He grinned, the name fit him, his smile wide and bright as he looked over at you, not having even picked up his menu yet. “Y/N.” You spoke, glancing between him and the menu, he chuckled at your obvious desire to eat, not that he could blame you, he’d been waiting for a while before you showed up, and the hostess undoubtedly was trying to play matchmaker, not that he was complaining. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He murmured, opening up his menu, he glanced over at you, seeing your eyes darting between two items, “never been here before?” He asked, already settling on his meal. You shook your head, chewing your bottom lip as you weighed your options, chicken or pasta.

“Are we ready to order?” The waiter asked, setting down the drinks you’d ordered when you sat down. Anthony nodded, going first to give you another second to decide. He ordered the exact chicken dish you’d been debating on, “is it good?” You asked him, closing your menu, he nodded instantly. “I’ll have the same, please.” You handed over your menu, watching the guy whisk away. “So, Y/N.” Anthony started, resting his elbows on the table, “are you a nurse?” He asked with a tilt of his head, motioning to the scrubs you were wearing. “Medical assistant.” You answered, looking over at his outfit, “I have no clues, this isn’t fair.” You countered, stifling back a laugh when he looked down at his pants and shirt, he hummed, giving you a smile. “You watch sports?” He asked, you thought he was derailing the conversation, “not really.” You answered truthfully, he nodded in understanding, “I play hockey.” He told you, and you thought he was just being a show off. “Athletic, fun, still doesn’t tell me what you do for a living.” You countered easily, whether it be the way he was so easy to speak to, or the way you were sure to be dying of hunger, the words toppled out before you could stop them.

You felt your face flood with warmth as he tilted his head back in laughter, “hockey.” He spoke, raising an eyebrow, “I play hockey for a living.” He watched your face go from confused to shock, “oh.” You whispered sheepishly, “for who?” You asked, mirroring his earlier actions and resting your elbows on the table. “New York Islanders.” He spoke with ease, glancing over the restaurant, suddenly feeling like he came off as arrogant. “Oh thank god, my family would disown me for talking to a Rangers player.” You quipped, you might not have been much into sports, but growing up in New York, you knew a fair bit about the local teams. Plus your cousins were avid fans. So maybe you knew a bit more than average.

“Thought you weren’t into sports?” He answered instantly, becoming engrossed in the conversation with you. He listened intently to you as you began to ramble about the hockey fans in your family, you hadn’t realized how long you’d been talking until the food showed up. You fell silent abruptly, embarrassed for how much you’d spoken. Anthony gave you a reassuring smile as he began cutting into his chicken. You did the same, brushing your sheepishness aside. Your eyes shut in relief as you ate your first bite, “told you it was good.” He spoke up as he swallowed his food. You giggled softly, looking up at him through your lashes, he smirked to himself as you hid behind some of your loose hairs. He found himself wanting to do this again with you, sit, talk, eat. A classic date if he’d ever seen one, but it wasn’t, you were just a complete stranger that he’d probably never see again.

Your meal had come and gone, and you both settled your checks, about to part ways out in the parking lot, “you know, I might just have to take my cousin up on that extra ticket to the game in a couple weeks.” You blurted out, cursing yourself mentally, he faltered in his steps, “I’ll be looking for you.” He called as he walked to his car, leaving you there to process his words with a flutter in your chest.

Of course, the first thing you did when you got home was look him up on Instagram, boldly following him and wondering about the what if’s.

***

You rushed out the door the next morning, knowing you’d never hear the end of it from your cousin, Ava, if you were late. It was a tradition for you, her and her twin brother to get together once a month for breakfast, something your dad had instilled in you all, and something you made sure to keep up after he passed.

You didn’t even check your phone.

“You’re late!” Aidan shouted, “shut up! I tried my best.” You groaned, tossing your purse down on the counter, your phone half hanging out of it as you went to wash your hands. As you turned the water on you heard Ava scream at the top of her lungs, you went running out as Aidan shrieked in surprise by his sister's actions. “What? Are you ok?” You gasped nearly slipping in your socks, “Y/N.” She gaped at you, she had your phone in her hands, “why did Anthony Beauvillier request to follow you?!” She shouted, Aidan snatched the phone, “oh my god.” He mumbled, unlocking the device, seeing that it really was his account. “He what?” You mumbled, yanking your phone out of his grasp, quickly accepting his request, before facing the millions of questions they had.

It felt like an eternity until they stopped asking you things, “well obviously you’re going to the game with us, and you’re borrowing my Beauvillier jersey.” Ava smirked, you began shaking your head furiously, “no, no, no.” You whined, crossing your arms as they gave you glares. “Yes, yes, yes.” They mocked you, “by the sounds of it, he was clearly flirting with you, how could you pass up on him?” Ava dramatically swooned, “besides, maybe you’ll fall in love and you can get me in with Mat.” She giggled girlishly, “puck bunny.” Aidan muttered jokingly, she turned to him quickly, “I’m not afraid to hit you with my stick again.” He didn’t say anything after that as he shifted away from her.

“I’ll go to the game, but you better not embarrass me.” You mumbled in defeat, only wondering what you just got yourself into.

***

“Stalking her now beau?” Mat joked with his friend, looking over his shoulder as he scrolled through your Instagram, “shut up.” Tito sighed, faltering as he stumbled across one of your beach pictures. “Oh, damn.” Mat whistled teasingly, he shut himself up when his friend glared at him.

***

“Ava.” You snapped, lightly whacking her hands away, “I’m fixing your hair.” She complained, pouting at you, sneakily grabbing your pony tail and tightening it before you could react, “ow!” You snapped nearly falling on the escalator, Aidan chuckled as you scolded her. “It’s not funny.” You both snapped at the same time as you stepped off the escalator, following them to their seats, you all the clueless to how close to the glass you were really going to be. “Woah.” You gasped, Ava grabbing your hand and pulling you a couple rows down to look up close at the glass, Aidan settled into the seats, snapping a few pictures of the two of you looking out in amazement. “There’s Barzal, oh and pageau, you wanna keep your eyes on them. They’re really good right now.” Ava explained, you nodded listening as your eyes darted around, looking for number eighteen. “Have you spoken to him since that night?” Ava asked as they began skating around the ice, pucks flying everywhere. You stayed silent as you suppressed a smile, easily spotting Anthony as he passed a puck back and forth with Mat. “You have!” Ava gasped, shaking your shoulder violently, “so what if I have?” You mumbled, biting your lip when she looked over at you. “You are something else.” She giggled, shrieking softly when Anthony skated up to the glass, a puck in his hand. He motioned for you to catch it, which you did with ease. “Good luck!” You shouted, hugging the puck close to your chest as he grinned, he gave you a quick wave before going back to skating around.

“That was flirting.” Aidan declared as you both settled into your seats beside him, “yeah, it was.” You surprised them by not arguing, you felt your face warm up as they looked over at you in shock.

The game had gone on without a hitch, the islanders winning 4-1. So you did what you’d promised Anthony, Tito as he requested you call him, you sent him your number.

“Good game, you earned this.”

You felt giddy as you sent him your number, knowing by the time he saw it you would probably be asleep for the night, but the excitement of if he was going to use it, that kept you on your toes.

***

“What can I say, you made me work for it”

“Goodnight, Y/N”

Your heart fluttered more than it should have when you woke up to his messages, bright and early, much earlier than he would be up the day after a game.

“Morning, Tito!”

You sent it, eyes widening as three bubbles popped up instantly.

“Have a good day at work”

You read it over and then saw him typing once again.

“Are you free Friday?”

Your heart nearly lept out of your chest.

“See you Friday”

A confident response that unknowing to you made him nervous, he was never nervous when it came to dates, but you were already so different to him.

You went about your day as normally, occasionally sneaking a moment to text Tito back as he sent you random things throughout the day, including the planning of your date for Friday. He insisted on picking you up, and you agreed, appreciating the chivalry he was showing that not many guys still had.

You were giddy, and he was thrilled, already mentally preparing himself, although he knew once he was around you, it would be easy. It always was.

***

The knock on your door made you inhale sharply, glancing down at your outfit once more, the skinny jeans hugging your curves just right, and the delicate blouse showing just enough skin to be flirty but modest, and it went along with the casual dress code he had established. You quickly zipped up the sides of your wedges, you flipped your loosely curled hair behind your shoulders as you unlocked the door. “Hey, Tito.” You breathed out, smiling at him, the both of you quickly taking in the sight of each other, “hi, you look great.” He complimented, his nerves instantly melting away as you let out a sheepish giggle, “thanks.” Your voice was soft and he soaked up every bit of it, seeing the shy smile adorning your face. “You clean up nice.” You responded, grabbing your purse as he chuckled, looking down at his dark jeans and short sleeve printed button shirt, you took notice of the chain he had underneath it. You shot him a smile as you turned back to him fully, “ready?” You asked, adjusting the purse on your shoulder.

“Ready.”

You burst into laughter as he pulled into the parking lot, the same restaurant you met at, “you’re serious?” You asked through a smile, he nodded, “I mean unless you don’t like it–“ you cut him off as he was about to ramble. You grabbed his hand that was resting on the center console, “no, I love it. It’s really cute honestly.” You assured him, not missing the way he instantly relaxed when you touched him. “Oh, good.” He breathed out, “let’s go inside.”

The hostess did a double take as she saw you two walk in hand in hand. It was the same one from the first night you met, “hello.” She grinned, grabbing two menus, “sitting together, again?” She asked, Anthony nodded brightly. “Yeah.” He answered, letting you walk in front of him as you followed her to a table. “Thanks.” You smiled at her, sitting in your seat, Anthony thanked her as well as he followed behind you. “So, is the chicken any good?” You asked, he broke into laughter, his head tipping back as he gave you an incredulous look. “I think it’s really good.” He answered, snickering as he picked up his menu, you smiled at his reaction, feeling giddy as you knew you were the reason he was having such a good time. “Ok but seriously, what else is good here?” You asked, shifting to an overly serious tone as you scanned over the menu, he smiled at the concentration on your face.

“It’s all good here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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