Fri[day] 28 October 1836

7 3/4

12 20/..

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No kiss fine frosty morn[in]g F[ahrenheit] 34 1/2° now at 8 50/.. a.m. out ab[ou]t till br[eak]f[a]st at 9 1/2 - A-  [Ann] d[i]d

h[e]r Fr[en]ch - out ag[ai]n at 10 1/4 – Ingh[a]m + 2 men and a boy at the parapet wall ov[e]r the dry wall arching –

Rob[er]t Mann + 3 lower[in]g and levell[in]g in front of the h[ou]se till 11 then took them off to prepare for mov[in]g the

heap of clay laid last y[ea]r ag[ain]st the gard[e]n wall - the run and all made ready and they beg[a]n mov[in]g the clay to the [foot]

the mound (to the east) of the rockwork immed[iatel]y aft[e]r their din[ner] – Rob[er]t Schof[iel]d and his man Jos[e]ph all the day wall[in]g

the hall-cellar drain - the gard[ene]r and Ch[arle]s and Ja[me]s How[art]h and John Booth and Mark Hepw[or]th help[in]g when they

c[oul]d to clear the orch[ar]d – lit[tle] trace left of an orch[ar]d this ev[enin]g - Mark Hepw[or]th levell[in]g soil aft[e]r the N[orth]g[a]te

carts on the gr[ea]t embankment in front of the h[ou]se - Frank cart[in]g for Ingh[a]m st[one] fr[om] the gard[e]n wall in the morn[in]g and rag

throughs fr[om] Hipperh[olme] quarry in the aft[ernoo]n - Booth the gr[eate]r part of the day and 2 masons all the day at the west tow[e]r

2 masons jobb[in[g – prepar[in]g for the top of the drab-r[oo]m chim[ne]y (hew[e]d by the 2 hewers Ja[me]s Murgatroyde and

Booths’ son Jos[e]ph and w[oul]d ha[ve] been put up but for the windy days we ha[ve] late[l]y h[a]d) - and prepar[in]g

lancet-lights for the groin[e]d dry wall arch - In the gard[e]n and ab[ou]t all the day exc[ept] fr[om] about 2 to 4 when

saunt[ere]d d[o]wn the walk - and along the low[e]r brea daisy bank thro’ Wellroyde wood int[o] the N[or]thow[ra]m r[oa]d to so[me]

dist[an]ce ab[ou]t Upper brea - to where Shibd[e]n is 1st seen - stood compar[in]g the diff[eren]t points of view –

ret[urne]d by the Stump X Inn and the Lodge – 1/2 h[ou]r there talk[in]g to Matty for Hannah Pearson the cook here

20 y[ea]rs ago h[a]d been at the hall and call[e]d on her way b[a]ck to see Matty - poor Hannah! she told me how I w[a]s

altered – so[me]bod[y] h[a]d told h[e]r lately how m[u]ch I w[a]s aged - But she d[i]d n[o]t kno[w] she sh[oul]d expect

me to look just as I us[e]d to do - no! s[aid] I, you ha[ve] n[o]t seen me these 20 y[ea]rs - it is ti[me] for

me to be alt[ere]d - it is fr[om] s[u]ch peop[le] one hears the  truth - I h[a]d th[ou]ght, on her ent[erin]g the

r[oo]m, she w[a]s grown an old wom[a]n - so chang[e]d I might n[o]t ha[ve] known her en passant –

b[u]t I made no rem[ar]k on this to her – ho[me] ab[ou]t 4 – w[i]th Rob[er]t Mann at the clay mov[in]g and ab[ou]t

till ca[me] in at 6 – dress[e]d – direct[e]d and seal[e]d and s[e]nt off by Frank tonight my notes (writ[ten]

last night and dat[e]d yest[erday]) to ‘Mr. Hoyland Gibbet-lane’ order[in]g a hatch[men]t for my a[un]t to be done as soon

as poss[ible] - and my no[te] to ‘Dr. Kenny Ward’s end’ enclos[in]g a guin[ea] (a sov[erei]gn and a shil[ling]) sor[ry] that

this sm[all] debt of w[hi]ch I w[a]s n[o]t aware h[a]d been so long unacknowledg[e]d – din[ner] at 6 35/.. – coff[ee]

upst[ai]rs - A- [Ann] r[ea]d h[e]r Fr[en]ch - I asleep on the sofa 1/2 h[ou]r - A-  [Ann] h[a]d let[ter] tonight fr[om] Messrs. Gray –

the complet[io]n of her Radcliffe purchase to be at the White Swan H[alifa]x on Tues[day] - Mr. S. Washingt[o]n

to attend - A- [Ann] annoy[e]d - we all al[on]g th[ou]ght of go[in]g to York - she h[a]d n[o]t wish[e]d the purch[a]se to be

complet[e]d here and for Mr. SW- [Samuel Washington] to ha[ve] an[y]th[in]g to do w[i]th it - at 10 20/.. p.m. h[a]d just writ[ten] all the ab[ov]e of today

at wh[ic]h h[ou]r F[ahrenheit] 33° ver[y] fine cold frosty day -  

 How m[u]ch I chang[e]d

Tues[day] 31 March 1835

7 3/4

11 3/4

V  No kiss Fine morn[in]g F 46 1/2° at 8.28 at w[hi]ch h[ou]r w[e]nt d[o]wn  to Mrs Geo[rge] Robins[o]n, she st[aye]d ab[ou]t an

h[ou]r. Ca[me] to say Dewhirst h[a]d tak[e]n a place at upp[e]r brea, w[a]s go[in]g to ha[ve] skin pits t[he]re and the wat[e]r

w[oul]d be spoilt, s[ai]d perh[aps] it w[a]s well. I sh[oul]d be oblig[e]d to bring an act[ion] and the matt[e]r w[oul]d be

settl[e]d 1 way or oth[e]r next assizes. I explain[e]d ab[ou]t the send[in]g the not[i]ce to quit. S[ai]d I h[a]d nev[e]r

nam[e]d it. Mrs R-[Robinson] s[ai]d M[iste]r Lister, the appraiser h[a]d nam[e]d it and m[u]ch h[a]d been s[ai]d ab[ou]t it. S[ai]d I

c[oul]d n[o]t help doubt[in]g t[hi]s, d[i]d n[o]t kno[w] how M[iste]r List[e]r c[oul]d kno[w]. Mrs R[obinson] seem[e]d satisfi[e]d w[i]th

wh[a]t I s[ai]d and well pleas[e]d. She and all the neighb[ou]rs anx[iou]s for M[iste]r Warburton to get Hipperh[olme] school.

M[iste]r W[ilia]m Priest[le]y wr[ot]e to M[iste]r Th[oma]s Robins[o]n to ask his vote for M[iste]r Carter who is B.A [Bachelor of Arts] b[u]t  

n[o] t M.A[Master of Arts

yet w[ould] ha[ve] been if M[iste]r Huds[o]n h[a]d liv[e]d 2 m[on]ths long[e]r. S[ai]d if M[iste]r Warburt[o]n d[i]d n[o]t get the school

yet, if he chose to rem[ain] at Hipperh[olm]e, Miss Walker and I w[oul]d do all we c[ould] for h[i]m and he w[oul]d ha[ve]

plenty of accomodat[[io]n made for h[i]m. I d[i]d n[o]t ev[e]n kno[w] h[i]m by sight, b[u]t th[ou]ght t[ha]t consider[in]g

V  all the circumst[ance]s he ought to get the school. T[he]n h[a]d Turner the delver [digger] ab[ou]t rag tops and bot[tom]s

to be deliv[ere]d at Mytholm at 1/6 [1 shilling 6 pence] p[e]r y[ar]d, 3 in[ches] thick and wall stones at 2/. [2 shillings] p[e]r 2 horse

load and 1/2 [one shilling 2 pence] p[e]r 1 horse load, and parpoints at 1/. [1 shilling] p[e]r y[ar]d. S[ai]d t[hi]s w[ould] n[o]t do, c[oul]d get

the rag tops and bot[tom]s deliver[e]d at 1/3 [one shilling 3 pence] p[e]r y[ar]d, the wall st[on]e too, too d[ea]r, w[oul]d th[in]k ab[ou]t it.  

Br[eak]f[a]st

at 9.50 in 1/2 h[ou]r hav[in]g set Thorp jun[io]r and his man to pl[an]t out the hazels (620) t[ha]t ca[me] on Sat[urday],  

in my walk bank and in Wellroyd wood und[e]r upp[e]r brea. Good motion loose and  

pretty good one yesterday also after breakfast  next to nothing yesterday and today

on getting up in consequence of eating greens the last three days at dinner I ought to have

had vegetables before. A few min[ute]s w[i]th my fath[e]r, weak b[u]t pret[ty] well t[hi]s morn[in]g. Wr[ote] the

+  ab[ov]e of t[hi]s morn[in]g till 11. R[ea]d fr[om] page 8 to 15 Phil[ip] on the Vit[a]l funct[io]ns] and at 11.20 off w[i]th A-[Ann], left h[e]r at  

Crown[e]st

to look ov[e]r th[in]gs left t[he]re, at 12 saunt[ere]d b[a]ck al[on]g my walk prun[in]g etc etc so[me] ti[me] w[i]th Thorp and his man plant[in]g  

the

hazels on the bank side t[he]re. Ho[me] ab[ou]t 2, talk[in]g to Ch[arl]es How[ar]th till 3 ab[ou]t upper brea wat[e]r etc, no need wh[a]t ev[e]r to

spoil the Low[e]r brea wat[e]r. If any harm done to it, it m[u]st be done on purp[ose]. Heavy rain at 2 3/4, ca[me] in at 3.5.

1835 M[ar]ch

 fr[om] 3.10 to 4 1/2 wr[ote] 3 pages and ends to M-[Mariana] Sor[ry] I h[a]d 

been so long in writ[in]g, w[oul]d n[o]t ma[ke] excuses b[u]t  simply by and 

entr[us]t h[e]r n[o]t to th[in]k me forgetful, anx[iou]s ab[ou]t Percy [Mariana]. ‘I 

ha[ve] th[ou]ght and do th[in]k of you, and often for you, mo[re] ‘mo[re],  daresay 

t[ha]n you imagine. You were right to s[e]nd me the prayer you wr[ote] on the 

9th. Perh[aps] t[ha]t day or rather its annivers[ar]y, will nev[e]r pass by eith[er] of 

us, unnot[e]d. B[u]t let us look up[on] it w[i]th ‘thankfulness. I nev[e]r cease to 

persuade mys[elf] t[ha]t you determ[ine]d wise[l]y, and t[ha]t ti[me] will show you 

mo[re] and ‘mo[re]  clear[l]y how m[u]ch you ha[ve] reas[o]n to be satisfi[ie]d. 

T[he]re is a gleam at hand mo[re] bright t[ha]n I c[a]n ‘bel[ieve]. All will go well 

w[i]th us b[o]th. Sure[l]y Percy [Mariana] will recov[e]r, and sure[l]y I shall soon 

ha[ve] the ‘on[l]y th[in]g want[in]g to my own happ[ine]ss, t[ha]t is, the mo[re] 

perf[ec]t ass[uran]ce of y[our]s. On[l]y keep up y[ou]r sp[iri]ts and hope and 

‘th[in]k all th[in]gs t[ha]t please you best, and I ask no mo[re]. We kno[w] t[ha]t all 

th[in]gs work togeth[e]r for good. ‘it is en[ou]gh. Ga[ve] M-s [Mariana’s] k[i]nd 

mess[a]ge to Adney [Ann], hope it h[a]d n[o]t made h[e]r idle. ‘She oft[[e]n 

‘sp[ea]ks w[i]th gr[ea]t pleas[u]re of our hav[in]g you here. I am n[o]t afr[ai]d of 

y[ou]r lik[in]g h[e]r less well, or being ‘less pleas[e]d t[ha]n you exp[ec]t. If you 

are bent up[on] hav[in]g the paragraph, I m[us]t s[e]nd it you ‘anoth[e]r ti[me]. I 

can[no]t at the mom[en]t, turn of the pap[e]r, in ti[me] for the let[ter] bag of 

tonight, ‘b[u]t the announcement w[a]s , in subst[an]ce, the marr[ia]ge of 

Capt[ai]n Tom Lister of S.H [Shibden Hall] to Miss Ann Walker ‘late of Lidgate. 

On discov[er]y of the hoax, a handso[me] volunteer apol[og]y w[a]s s[e]nt by the 

Ed[ito]r ‘of one of the pap[e]rs; and here the matt[er] end[e]d, f[o]r nobod[y] 

w[a]s annoy[e]d, and nobod[y] car[e]d ab[ou]t it’ My fath[e]r very feeble, my 

a[un]t ‘suffers a ver[y] gr[ea]t deal b[u]t the vit[a]l pow[e]rs seem far fr[om] 

exhaust[e]d’…. Bel[ieve] me alw[a]ys and ver[y] truly ver[y] f[ai]thfully and 

aff[ectionatel]y y[ou]rs A L-[Lister]’ H[a]d s[ai]d my wrist w[a]s spelk[e]d and I 

wr[ote] w[i]th mo[re] pain and diffic[ult]y t[ha]n the last ti[me] I wr[ote]. The heavy 

rain contin[uin]g w[e]nt d[o]wn at 4 1/2 and ask[e]d my fath[e]r for his phaeton to 

fetch A-[Ann] ho[me], st[aye]d talk[in]g d[o]wnst[ai]rs till off at   at 4.40 and at 

Cliffhill at 5.5. A-[Ann] h[a]d n[o]t been t[he]re, w[e]nt to Crownest. She h[a]d 

been look[in]g ov[e]r old pap[e]rs all the day b[u]t w[a]s just ready to co[me] 

away. Off at 5.10 and ho[me] at 5.35. So[me] whi[le] w[i]th my fath[e]r and 

Mar[ia]n, dress[e]d. A-[Ann]  w[e]nt L  to my a[un]t at 6. Wr[ote] the first 18 lines 

of t[hi]s page. Din[ner] at 6.20, s[e]nt off my let[ter] to ‘Mrs Lawton, Claremont 

house, Leamington Warwickshire’. Coff[ee] w[i]th my fath[e]r and Mar[ia]n 1/2  

h[ou]r till 7.40, t[he]n look[in]g ov[e]r A-s [Ann’s] old pap[e]rs t[ha]t she br[ou]ght 

fr[om] Crownest for ab[ou]t an h[ou]r. More cop[ie]s of wills, Mr Caygill’s gr[ea]t 

gr[a]ndfath[e]r to A- [Ann] and wh[o]se d[au]ght[e]r Ann Caygill marr[ie]d sir 

Ja[me]s Ibbotson [ correct spelling is Ibbetsen] B[arone]t and Mrs Charlesworth’s 

will +   [cum aliis]. Wr[ote] the last 8 lines till 8.50. Till 9.50 r[ea]d fr[om] page 15 

to 55 Philip on the Vit[a]l funct[io]ns 20 min[utes] w[i]th my a[un]t til 10 1/4 at 

w[hi]ch h[ou]r F 50° fine b[u]t dullish morn[in]g, rainy aft[ernoo]n fr[om] ab[ou]t 

2 1/4.

Can I protect you? 2/4

I wasn’t sure I will suceed write the next chapter this week. My job kill me I am so tired.

I hope you will enjoy it

Read on AO3 Chapter 01 Chapter 02 Chapter 03 and Tumblr Partie 01, Partie 03

                                                          ~*~*~

When Jason wakes up, he forgets where he is and why. Until he hear the Joker’s laugh. And he remembers. Stephanie was gone and he found her. But it was a trap for Bruce and he was the one fall for it.

And if things can’t get worse, he was fifth month pregnant.

If the Joker doesn’t kill him, Roy will do and Jason will not stop him.

He killed his child. He killed their child.

“I have to admit Hoodie, when I saw it was you I was really mad. But it seems you understand a fundamental true.”

Joker injects something in his neck after he retired his scent blocker. If his round belly doesn’t betray him, his scent does.

“More the merrier, the merrier.”

And the fucking Joker touches his belly. He wants scream, kill the bastard but he can’t move.

Jason doesn’t know what drugs Joker puts on his system paralyses him.

When Joker let him down, Jason saw Stephanie. She is just beside him. They could almost touch. She doesn’t smile like before and the storage doesn’t look like the one they were before.

How long was he out?

Breathes, Jason said to himself, and focus on what you can see.

Stephanie seems alive but badly beaten, and her scent shows her anger.

Jason thinks that she must be angry because of what Joker did to her, of what happen this late two days. But the true is she is angry because she gets caught, because of what Joker will do to Jason and his pup because of her. And she can’t do anything.

“I can’t wait see Batsy’s face when he realize he fails save not one, not two but three people! And everyone is so weak for omega bitch pregnant!”

Joker stands up in front of Jason.

“Like there is something hard to open the thighs and take a knot!”

He kicks Jason in his belly and laughs at that. Stephanie, despite being unable to move, groan deeply and menacing.

“What sweatheart? It is your?” Joker ask before kick Jason again

This time, Jason fights his instinct and force himself to stay calm. He gets caught because he was stupid enough to panic earlier.

It is not the first time he was paralyzed by a drug. He has to stay calm and focuses to move. He can do it. He will stand, punch the fucking Clown. Scratch that. He will kill the fucking Clown. And he will save his pup. Even if Roy refuses to let him see them after the birth.

“Hello!” Joker yells to his face

Fuck. They are so close, they almost kiss.

“Are you there Hoodie? I remember that you know better how to handle the blows!”

Jason concentrates only to move. He can feel his toes wriggle when Stephanie uses everything strength she has left to take his hand.

“If you’re not the cutest couple here! Joker laughs

-Pudding?

-Excuse me Harley. No one is cutest than us.

-Pudding, what are you doing?

-Are you this stupid?

-You shouldn’t do that …

-What did you expect when I tell you I have a surprise for the Bat, my dear Dumbass?

-Not a pregnant omega …

-No! Nonono! Not you too! You are not this stupid, are you? Joker ask kick Jason again

-Stop that!”

Jason can feel his knee wriggle too. Just a second and he can move his leg to destabilize the Joker.

Joker was going to kick him again but before Jason could feel the pain, Harley punches Joker with her giant mallet.

She looks as surprise as everyone that she actually do that. But she didn’t lose her confidence. She takes place between Jason and Joker.

“Don’t make him loose his pup.” She said

Joker groans at her before attack her.

Jason takes advantage of the diversion; he crawls up to Stephanie, with difficulty because of the drug but with determination all the same.

“S-Spoiler …”

Gods, he voices is so weird almost like it didn’t belong to him.

Inhale, Jason. Exhale. Good, he can do it. He can save them.

“Ja …

-Shh. N-nam…e yo…u re…mem…be…r?

-I … I ‘…m s-s-sorr…y …” She whispers while one of her hand touch his belly

Jason almost cry, thinking that his child could die here because of him. Never Roy will forgive him. Never Jason will forgive him, if he survives.

No. He won’t think about that. Gently he caresses Stephanie hair with his nose.

“Shh. T…They w-will …be … f-fine. You … w-will … be … f-fine. I… I … w-will… be … f-fine.”

Stephanie didn’t success hold back her tears. But it is ok. Jason didn’t think she let herself cry before the Joker and she needed it.

“Shh.

-S-sor…ry … S-s-so s-so…rry …

-I … n-need … kn…now … h-ha…ve …you … a … a …a … com …com …?”

Stephanie shook her head.

Jason wasn’t surprise but he was hopping they had a chance to contact the Bat.

“O…K … O…K. H-ha…ve …so…me…thi…ng …el…se?”

Stephanie start shook her head then stop.

“B-ba…ck … on … my n-ne…ck … bu…t I … I … c-ca…n’t … he”

Jason saw her move her arms and understand what she means. All her fingers are broken and she didn’t seem able to move her shoulder too much. Joker beat her so hard that she was unable use whatever was on her neck and could have help her.

“O…K … F-fine …”

He feels something hit the floor beside them but he decides not to look, only focus on what Stephanie try to show.

It was a tracer, one Bruce like to put on everything his children could wear. It seems like Stephanie turn off this one, and he can’t blame her since he would have done the same thing.

Shit his fingers shake so much.

Inhale, Jason. Exhale.

Gently, slowly, he turns on the device and can only hope they will find them before Joker stop beating Harley to beat them.

“Please, he thinks, I don’t care about my life. I know I shouldn’t be alive. But please. Not my child. They have to survive. Please.”

Stephanie and he put their forehead together, trying breathing as calmly as they can, while they wait for a miracle, too exhausted and wounded to fight.

“You are a stupid bitch, Harley! Joker yells when she was finally unable to fight him anymore. How dare you make me angry? And for what?”

Jason feels Joker catch his leg to pull him. He tried kick him but all he gains was a knife stab his leg.

“For this stupid bitch that waste a perfect joke by coming back! For this stupid bitch that open up his thigh and let any alpha knot him! For this stupid bitch!”

This time Joker will stab him in his stomach. Jason knew it. And he have no arm, can’t barely move, and lost blood because of his leg’s injury.

“Not my child. Not my child. I’m sorry Roy. I’m sorry Lian. I’m sorry baby. I can’t protect you. I knew it and I decide make you suffer anyway.”

Joker finally looks at him and not Harley anymore. But Jason wishes he didn’t to that.

“Last chance Hoodie. Will you be?”

Jason wants to, but he knows the true.

“F-fu…ck … you.”

Joker will love hear him beg and cry while he take everything he wants no matter what.

I’m sorry.

Like in a movie or TV show, it was when all was lost that a miracle occurred.

A batarang stab Joker arm and almost all the Batfamily appears.

Orphan and Red Robin go for Spoiler watching what they can do for her before bring her back to the cave where she can be treated.

Batman and Robin fought the Joker and Harley who seems fight for her “pudding” again. One day she will stop, when she realize she can.

Nigthwing and Batwoman go for him. They look at him like they don’t really believe he is here.

“Little wing, Dick whisper, what the hell are you doing here?”

Jason whine, almost cry. He knew it was a bad idea coming here. He knew he fuck up. Can’t they focus on save his child? The lesson could wait.

“Not important right now. We have to stop his leg bleeding and take him to the hospital. Batwoman said and Jason wants to thank her

-He can’t go in hospital like that. Dick said pointing to his costume but starts stop the bleeding

-We can retire his domino and his top with the symbol on the car. Batwoman retort

-It would be weird that we both bring a pregnant omega …

-What? You never have to bring a pregnant omega to the hospital during one of your patrol? And at least things in the cave change during the last two hour, we can’t take care of him or the baby there.”

Dick bit his lip but didn’t try anymore to argue. The risk their identity was discovered was big, but the health of Jason and his baby was in danger too.

“You are right. Sorry. Everything will be alright Hood, ok? We will take care of you.” Dick smiles gently and Jason truly wants to believe him but he can’t.

He feels pathetic but he needs Roy with him, especially if things go wrong.

While they carry him to Batwoman’s car, Jason tries to explain that to Dick.

“A-Ar…se…nal…

-What?”

At first, Dick frowns then he looks at Jason’s belly and his eyes widened in shock as he understood what he was trying to tell him.

“Ok … Ok … we will tell him where you are as soon as we can phone, ok?”

It is not enough but Jason realize they can’t stop his bleeding and drive and call Roy. So he nods.

Luckily, Gotham is used to their vigilante now, and neither the doctor nor the nurses think much of seeing Batwoman and Nightwing. In an instant, they all focus on the distress pregnant omega.

With the little information, Batwoman and Nightwing give them –The omega was drugged but they don’t know exactly by what, he was maybe punch on his stomach- they start treat him.

Despite their instinct, they leave Jason alone on this hospital. The last thing they need is someone thinking they have a connection.

Dick calls Roy while he was seated on the roof of the building opposite. Roy reacts like expected. He was worried and angry at them. When he knew which hospital Jason was, he hangs up.

Dick sighs but when he sees Kate informs Bruce about Jason’s situation, he thinks it must be worse for her.

“Seriously B? She asks unimpressed. You think it was a good idea brings him to the cave, really? We haven’t anything to make sure the baby is safe. I know that he is hurt; it is for that we bring him to a hospital. Of course we leave. We never stay when we bring a victim to the hospital. You know what B? If you worried, you can come see your damn son.”

She hangs up. She sights loudly.

“Your father is an asshole.”

Dick smile weakly when watch the hospital again. He wants go see Jason. But he can’t come see him as Nightwing neither as Dick Grayson. Fuck if he visits him as Dick Grayson it is sure someone will assume he is his mate and the father of his baby. His baby. His Little wing is pregnant ! And he didn’t know it! He is pregnant with his ex-best friend’s baby! And he didn’t know it!

“You are as worse as him. She said. Come, we will change and see him.

-But what we will tell to the hospital? To the media?”

Kate has no time to respond, they see Bruce Wayne. Not in disguise. Not at Batman. They see Bruce fucking Wayne enters the hospital as himself.

“Same thing as him.”

Bruce, you hypocrite. Dick though.

When Roy finally arrives on the hospital, he is a mess. When Dick calls him he was recovering Lian from Dinah's house. They would go home, prepare the meal until Jason returns safe and sound. Lian did not understand why she had to stay longer. Roy had not said anything to him not to worry but it had not had the desired effect.

He could still hear her cry.

And he didn’t feel much better.

“I receveid a call. He said to the receptionist. My mate is here. He is pregnant. Please tell me how he is.

-What his name is?”

Shit. With which name he was checked in?

No. It wasn’t important. They have agreed on a name for Jason’s new identity.

“His name is Jason Johnson. But I don’t know how he was check in.”

The receptionist looks at him with a sad smile; visibly she was touch by his worry. Roy didn’t met many alpha that was unaffected by a distress omega. They were sympathetic or sexually excited by that.

While she did her research, Roy give her all the files he have to prove the existence of Jason Johnson and that they are mate.

“Roy! Dick calls him and Roy didn’t know how he feels about that. Good thing you are finally here. They didn’t let us seem him. We come here so fast that we didn’t think of take any identity card.”

Roy realizes only now, that not only Dick, but also Bruce, Kate and Damian were here.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?

-Roy, we just want to…

-I don’t care about what you fucking want! Roy exploded. It is because of you Jason is here now!

-You are not fair …

-Oh you must fucking kidding me right now?! I am not fair?

-You can’t keep me for seeing my son.” Bruce intervene on mode Alpha bullshit

If he thinks Roy will let him be impressed, he was mistaken for another omega.

“Oh yeah. The son you are close enough he didn’t want you to know he was pregnant! For fifth month! And he never changes his mind. He didn’t want you to know or have any contact with our child. I don’t have to keep you to see your son; your son doesn’t want to see you!”

Bruce looks so hurt by that, that if it was different circumstance Roy will feel bad for him. But now, Roy thinks Bruce didn’t suffer enough.

He wants yells: “No Gotham, no Red Hood for fifth month! But one call from them and he came risk his life, his and their baby’s life for them. Again and again. But it would never be enough, right?” but he said nothing because, even in his distress, he knew here wasn’t the right place to talk about their job.

“Please. Tell me you find my mate. Roy said to the receptionist

-I find someone but they didn’t have any identity card. The doctor will come soon to tell you if you can see him.

-Soon how?

-Soon like right now.”The doctor said

She was a skinny and tired beta but she was forthright and honest.

“I can’t tell you anything about the patient if I am not sure you are who you said you are. But he is awake enough to tell if they know you. Please come.”

Roy takes back his papers and follows her. He stops when he saw the Batfamily do the same. He groans at them threatening.

“What do you think you doing?”

Bruce groans back and for a moment, everyone though they will fight.

“-Please misters. I will let the patient decide who they want see.” The doctor interrupt not impressed

With difficulty, they all arrive in one piece to the room. The doctor forces them to stay outside while she approaches Jason.

“Mister, there are some people here. Maybe there are your families. Can you confirm it? Can you look at them please and tell me if they can come into your room?”

Jason’s scent reeks from distress and worry. It is almost unbearable even at the door. When Jason looks at them, they can see him crying.

“Roy.” Jason said looking at him miserably

It is enough for Roy who run to him, takes him in his arm and kisses his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and his lips.

He can’t help himself but put his hand on Jason’s belly. And no word can describe the relief he feels when he feels his child move.

“You’re alive. Our child is alive.” Roy said like he can’t believe it

Jason cries louder making his breathing difficult.

“Shh. I am here. Cry, you will feel better after.”

Roy rock Jason in his arm. He can’t understand why Jason reacts so badly. They are fine. It was a horrible night. But they are fine, right?

“Sorry. The doctor said. But about the other person, do you want to see them?”

Jason shakes his head without look at them.

“Ok. I will let you a moment then I come back explain everything to you, ok?

-Yeah. Thank.” Roy said

Bruce and Dick were devastated by Jason’s reaction and at first refuses to leave. They wanted at least know how Jason was.

“The patient didn’t confirm you are his family. The doctor explain

-I am his father.

-If it is true, come back here tomorrow. Maybe he will confirm that. In the meantime, please leave.

-I will come back tomorrow.” Bruce said more for Jason than the doctor.

Then he leaves and the other follows him.

“Mister?

-Harper. Roy Harper.

-I am the Doctor Olivia Armstrong. If your … mate, right? Right. If your mate agrees, are you ready listen the prognostic?

-I am. Roy said before ask to Jason. Are you? It is ok if you are not …

-I am. Please, just … Don’t stop holding me …”

The doctor let them an instant before saying:

“Your mate was kicking in the stomach more than once and drugs with some paralyzing drug.

-Oh God … Jaybird … Roy said while kisses him again

-We did exam to ensure the health of Mister Jason and the baby.

-And well?

-The drugs don’t seem have long effect on Jason and the baby. In some minutes, it would be off his system without any after effect.

-Ok good. And the bad news?

-Like I already said to Jason … Well there was obviously a detachment of the placenta. The hematoma is peripheral and small so it will not impact the maternal-fetal exchanges.

-What does that mean? Jason and the baby are in danger?

-We will have to impose on Mister Jason total rest and close supervision. At least initially, to make sure that the hematoma does not get worse.

-I killed them. Jason said

-No you didn’t. You are fine. They are fine.

-No they are not.

-Mister Roy, I don’t want trouble you and your mate more but you must know. We cannot guarantee that the pregnancy will end well. We will do everything we can but we cannot promise you everything will be alright.

-I am so sorry.

-Hey, Jaybird. Look at me. Look at me. No matter how it ends it is not your fault, ok?

-You must be so mad … I hate myself so much …

-I want to be mad. Roy confesses. But true is in your place I would have done the same thing.

-God … Doesn’t make us horrible parent?

-Hey! I think we did great with Lian.

-It is because she is so smart.”

Roy laughs and kisses Jason again who relax a little in his arms.

“I love you Jaybird. We will everything for this pregnancy to end well. But no matter the end, I love you.

-I love you too.”

@d-o-t-s

             SHREK

                                      Written by

                               William Steig & Ted Elliott

                                    SHREK                         Once upon a time there was a lovely                         princess. But she had an enchantment                         upon her of a fearful sort which could                         only be broken by love's first kiss.                         She was locked away in a castle guarded                         by a terrible fire-breathing dragon.                         Many brave knights had attempted to                         free her from this dreadful prison,                         but non prevailed. She waited in the                         dragon's keep in the highest room of                         the tallest tower for her true love                         and true love's first kiss. (laughs)                         Like that's ever gonna happen. What                         a load of - (toilet flush)

              Allstar - by Smashmouth begins to play. Shrek goes about his               day. While in a nearby town, the villagers get together to go               after the ogre.

              NIGHT - NEAR SHREK'S HOME

                                    MAN1                         Think it's in there?

                                    MAN2                         All right. Let's get it!

                                    MAN1                         Whoa. Hold on. Do you know what that                         thing can do to you?

                                    MAN3                         Yeah, it'll grind your bones for it's                         bread.

              Shrek sneaks up behind them and laughs.

                                    SHREK                         Yes, well, actually, that would be a                         giant. Now, ogres, oh they're much worse.                         They'll make a suit from your freshly                         peeled skin.

                                    MEN                         No!

                                    SHREK                         They'll shave your liver. Squeeze the                         jelly from your eyes! Actually, it's                         quite good on toast.

                                    MAN1                         Back! Back, beast! Back! I warn ya!                         (waves the torch at Shrek.)

              Shrek calmly licks his fingers and extinguishes the torch. The               men shrink back away from him. Shrek roars very loudly and long               and his breath extinguishes all the remaining torches until the               men are in the dark.

                                    SHREK                         This is the part where you run away.                         (The men scramble to get away. He laughs.)                         And stay out! (looks down and picks                         up a piece of paper. Reads.) "Wanted.                         Fairy tale creatures."(He sighs and                         throws the paper over his shoulder.)

              THE NEXT DAY

              There is a line of fairy tale creatures. The head of the guard               sits at a table paying people for bringing the fairy tale creatures               to him. There are cages all around. Some of the people in line               are Peter Pan, who is carrying Tinkerbell in a cage, Gipetto               who's carrying Pinocchio, and a farmer who is carrying the three               little pigs.

                                    GUARD                         All right. This one's full. Take it                         away! Move it along. Come on! Get up!

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Next!

                                    GUARD                         (taking the witch's broom) Give me that!                         Your flying days are over. (breaks the                         broom in half)

                                    HEAD GUARD                         That's 20 pieces of silver for the witch.                         Next!

                                    GUARD                         Get up! Come on!

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Twenty pieces.

                                    LITTLE BEAR                         (crying) This cage is too small.

                                    DONKEY                         Please, don't turn me in. I'll never                         be stubborn again. I can change. Please!                         Give me another chance!

                                    OLD WOMAN                         Oh, shut up. (jerks his rope)

                                    DONKEY                         Oh!

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Next! What have you got?

                                    GIPETTO                         This little wooden puppet.

                                    PINOCCHIO                         I'm not a puppet. I'm a real boy. (his                         nose grows)

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Five shillings for the possessed toy.                         Take it away.

                                    PINOCCHIO                         Father, please! Don't let them do this!                         Help me!

              Gipetto takes the money and walks off. The old woman steps up               to the table.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Next! What have you got?

                                    OLD WOMAN                         Well, I've got a talking donkey.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Right. Well, that's good for ten shillings,                         if you can prove it.

                                    OLD WOMAN                         Oh, go ahead, little fella.

              Donkey just looks up at her.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Well?

                                    OLD WOMAN                         Oh, oh, he's just...he's just a little                         nervous. He's really quite a chatterbox.                         Talk, you boneheaded dolt...

                                    HEAD GUARD                         That's it. I've heard enough. Guards!

                                    OLD WOMAN                         No, no, he talks! He does. (pretends                         to be Donkey) I can talk. I love to                         talk. I'm the talkingest damn thing                         you ever saw.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Get her out of my sight.

                                    OLD WOMAN                         No, no! I swear! Oh! He can talk!

              The guards grab the old woman and she struggles with them. One               of her legs flies out and kicks Tinkerbell out of Peter Pan's               hands, and her cage drops on Donkey's head. He gets sprinkled               with fairy dust and he's able to fly.

                                    DONKEY                         Hey! I can fly!

                                    PETER PAN                         He can fly!

                                    3 LITTLE PIGS                         He can fly!

                                    HEAD GUARD                         He can talk!

                                    DONKEY                         Ha, ha! That's right, fool! Now I'm                         a flying, talking donkey. You might                         have seen a housefly, maybe even a superfly                         but I bet you ain't never seen a donkey                         fly. Ha, ha! (the pixie dust begins                         to wear off) Uh-oh. (he begins to sink                         to the ground.)

              He hits the ground with a thud.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Seize him! (Donkey takes of running.)                         After him!

                                    GUARDS                         He's getting away! Get him! This way!                         Turn!

              Donkey keeps running and he eventually runs into Shrek. Literally.               Shrek turns around to see who bumped into him. Donkey looks scared               for a moment then he spots the guards coming up the path. He               quickly hides behind Shrek.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         You there. Ogre!

                                    SHREK                         Aye?

                                    HEAD GUARD                         By the order of Lord Farquaad I am authorized                         to place you both under arrest and transport                         you to a designated resettlement facility.

                                    SHREK                         Oh, really? You and what army?

              He looks behind the guard and the guard turns to look as well               and we see that the other men have run off. The guard tucks tail               and runs off. Shrek laughs and goes back about his business and               begins walking back to his cottage.

                                    DONKEY                         Can I say something to you? Listen,                         you was really, really, really somethin'                         back here. Incredible!

                                    SHREK                         Are you talkin' to...(he turns around                         and Donkey is gone) me? (he turns back                         around and Donkey is right in front                         of him.) Whoa!

                                    DONKEY                         Yes. I was talkin' to you. Can I tell                         you that you that you was great back                         here? Those guards! They thought they                         was all of that. Then you showed up,                         and bam! They was trippin' over themselves                         like babes in the woods. That really                         made me feel good to see that.

                                    SHREK                         Oh, that's great. Really.

                                    DONKEY                         Man, it's good to be free.

                                    SHREK                         Now, why don't you go celebrate your                         freedom with your own friends? Hmm?

                                    DONKEY                         But, uh, I don't have any friends. And                         I'm not goin' out there by myself. Hey,                         wait a minute! I got a great idea! I'll                         stick with you. You're mean, green,                         fightin' machine. Together we'll scare                         the spit out of anybody that crosses                         us.

              Shrek turns and regards Donkey for a moment before roaring very               loudly.

                                    DONKEY                         Oh, wow! That was really scary. If you                         don't mind me sayin', if that don't                         work, your breath certainly will get                         the job done, 'cause you definitely                         need some Tic Tacs or something, 'cause                         you breath stinks! You almost burned                         the hair outta my nose, just like the                         time...(Shrek covers his mouth but Donkey                         continues to talk, so Shrek removes                         his hand.) ...then I ate some rotten                         berries. I had strong gases leaking                         out of my butt that day.

                                    SHREK                         Why are you following me?

                                    DONKEY                         I'll tell you why. (singing) 'Cause                         I'm all alone, There's no one here beside                         me, My problems have all gone, There's                         no one to deride me, But you gotta have                         faith...

                                    SHREK                         Stop singing! It's no wonder you don't                         have any friends.

                                    DONKEY                         Wow. Only a true friend would be that                         cruelly honest.

                                    SHREK                         Listen, little donkey. Take a look at                         me. What am I?

                                    DONKEY                         (looks all the way up at Shrek) Uh ...really                         tall?

                                    SHREK                         No! I'm an ogre! You know. "Grab your                         torch and pitchforks." Doesn't that                         bother you?

                                    DONKEY                         Nope.

                                    SHREK                         Really?

                                    DONKEY                         Really, really.

                                    SHREK                         Oh.

                                    DONKEY                         Man, I like you. What's you name?

                                    SHREK                         Uh, Shrek.

                                    DONKEY                         Shrek? Well, you know what I like about                         you, Shrek? You got that kind of I-don't-care-what-nobody-thinks-of-me                         thing. I like that. I respect that,                         Shrek. You all right. (They come over                         a hill and you can see Shrek's cottage.)                         Whoa! Look at that. Who'd want to live                         in place like that?

                                    SHREK                         That would be my home.

                                    DONKEY                         Oh! And it is lovely! Just beautiful.                         You know you are quite a decorator.                         It's amazing what you've done with such                         a modest budget. I like that boulder.                         That is a nice boulder. I guess you                         don't entertain much, do you?

                                    SHREK                         I like my privacy.

                                    DONKEY                         You know, I do too. That's another thing                         we have in common. Like I hate it when                         you got somebody in your face. You've                         trying to give them a hint, and they                         won't leave. There's that awkward silence.                         (awkward silence) Can I stay with you?

                                    SHREK                         Uh, what?

                                    DONKEY                         Can I stay with you, please?

                                    SHREK                         (sarcastically) Of course!

                                    DONKEY                         Really?

                                    SHREK                         No.

                                    DONKEY                         Please! I don't wanna go back there!                         You don't know what it's like to be                         considered a freak. (pause while he                         looks at Shrek) Well, maybe you do.                         But that's why we gotta stick together.                         You gotta let me stay! Please! Please!

                                    SHREK                         Okay! Okay! But one night only.

                                    DONKEY                         Ah! Thank you! (he runs inside the cottage)

                                    SHREK                         What are you...? (Donkey hops up onto                         a chair.) No! No!

                                    DONKEY                         This is gonna be fun! We can stay up                         late, swappin' manly stories, and in                         the mornin' I'm makin' waffles.

                                    SHREK                         Oh!

                                    DONKEY                         Where do, uh, I sleep?

                                    SHREK                         (irritated) Outside!

                                    DONKEY                         Oh, well, I guess that's cool. I mean,                         I don't know you, and you don't know                         me, so I guess outside is best, you                         know. Here I go. Good night. (Shrek                         slams the door.) (sigh) I mean, I do                         like the outdoors. I'm a donkey. I was                         born outside. I'll just be sitting by                         myself outside, I guess, you know. By                         myself, outside. I'm all alone...there's                         no one here beside me...

              SHREK'S COTTAGE - NIGHT

              Shrek is getting ready for dinner. He sits himself down and lights               a candle made out of earwax. He begins to eat when he hears a               noise. He stands up with a huff.

                                    SHREK                         (to Donkey) I thought I told you to                         stay outside.

                                    DONKEY                         (from the window) I am outside.

              There is another noise and Shrek turns to find the person that               made the noise. He sees several shadows moving. He finally turns               and spots 3 blind mice on his table.

teacher!woozi

he looks so hot in that gif i cry plus this is the first time i’ve ever done something like this please don’t hate me i can’t write fduvobfiu pls

okay let’s begin

so Jihoon is the talk of the town- well school- as everyone is getting into the new school year

“did u hear about the new choir teacher ???? i heard that his old students called him the spawn of satan”

“spawn of satan??? i think that’s a bit much.”

oM G it’ S hI m R u N

okay okay i’ll stop

he’s the new choir, music theory and piano teacher. the dudeo is a little music prodigy.

he transferred from a school across town bc he was tired of being in the same place for so long, plus his friends worked here too!!

literature teacher wonu, orchestra teacher joshua, and intro to dance teacher soonyoung recommended Jihoon to the principal and with his track record he was s E T

so, first day of school when the students piled into his, not decorated at all, choir room they were sh 0o k.

“is he the TA?” “why he is so smol???” “are you sure that’s a teacher??” “jENNI F E R shU T uP thAT i S toTal LY a StudEn T” “we’re in women’s choir right now kim.”

he greets the class, somewhat coldly “i’m your new teacher. okay let’s get started with warm ups”

everyone does not take him seriously, bc literally it’s a bunch of immature high schoolers who would take someone so smol and adorable very seriously then one day------ mr. lee (jihoon) had eNOU GH

“Mr. Lee where are our chairs?” “ *smiles* until you guys give me the respect, i have taken your chairs away. now warms up-” yes. he does this to every class, even his piano students and they are c r y i n g

after a good week, they respect him. they fear him, he made a student cry (accidentally) by making the entire choir stop singing to talk about how being off tune will bring down the entire score at competition (he wasn’t even singling the person out)

“okay, competition is in 3 weeks today guys. i know it’s difficult but we’ve gone over this part so many times now, so whoever is off tune please realize your mistakes and fix that so we don’t get points taken off for something so simple fixed.” *kim runs out of the room crying* “jennifer please go take care of that”

somehow from then to the end of the school year no one ever sings a cent off tune ever again

so! how do you get into this mess ? M U S IC AL SE A SON B E GINS

you, the also new and surprisingly loved advanced acting teacher, is casting the school year’s musical alongside V E RY loved dance teacher mr. kwon

auditions didn’t go as well as you were planning, the acting was amazing as you expected from your students so was the dancing... but the vocal talent was l a ck ing. so who do you go to ? obviously!! you don’t go anywhere because you were terrified of going to talk to jihoon who you had a crush on since the first day of teacher camp over the summer wait what hu H

soonyoung was like “we need to do something about this y/n, why don’t we ask jihoon? we could talk to him, i’ve been friends since high school”

your heart does a leap in your chest, we talk? ! ? but you wanted to win the high school musical competition (you’ve done it multiple years in a row at your old school, you were determined to do it here as well)

so push comes to shove, you were in the bare choir room that was empty aside from the classical music playing through a speaker somewhere in the room

you took a deep breath in and knocked on the door frame, since the door was open but he had his back turned towards you. once he heard your knock the (tenth) third time, he spun around in his spinny chair and almost fell out bc did an angel just walk into the room omg

“yes?”

“you’re jihoon right? uh soonyoung sent me bc we need help with the musical”

“tell soonyoung to go fu- you said we?”

“yeah, i’m directing and he’s choreographing and w e need help with the vocals, our actors aren’t up to par of where we need them.”

usually jihoon would tell the person to go away, bc he isn’t some charity to give help to whoever asks, but for some reason he !! just !! couldn’t !! say !! no !! to !! you !! (curse you soonyoung for sending a literal angel his way) so as he was trying to say he had no time to- somehow a yeah sure when do you want me to train them came out of his mouth.

and that’s how a friendship between you two blossomed ( even tho you two strictly told your friends and students who were super nosy that it was just a friendship everyone is like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) “sure miss. y/l/n. sure it is”

and it was !!! for the most part bc you two could not come to terms with each of your own feelings

then when tech week came you were S T R E S S E D bc

 1. 3/4 of your techies were very very very new to all of this and currently is being taught by one of the old techies who considered quitting during this week 

2. one of your leads has the flu and spread it to his co-actress (so it’s flu central)

3. THE ENSEMBLE DID NOT KNOW ANY OF THEIR LINES AND WHY DO THEY LOOK SO DEAD ON STAGE PLS LIVEN UP CHILDREN IM CRYIN g

so you cancel rehearsal on your end (soonyoung actually asks for everyone to stay to have a chat with them) and run to jihoon’s office with tears running down your face

he sadly was out of the room to make some copies of the music, but when he returned he was !!!!!!!!!

“y/n omg what happened? are you okay???”

“i want to quit my job.” you cried due to stress. you loved your job, you didnt want to quit it was just so many things were happening at once and you wanted to crawl into a hole and cry

“n O !” “i mean.. you shouldn’t, i know this week is the hardest week for directors. mingyu tells me about it all the time with his kids over at *insert another high school* you’re strong y/n!!! you can do this!!!” he even did aegyo for you and it did help cheer you up

and you did get through this with multiple hugs from jihoon and soonyoung talking to the kids and telling them to have fun, bc they obviously were just doing this at this point as a routine

and it worked. it totally worked and the show was a H I T. it was such a hit the show had a nomination in every category from best overall to best ensemble to best small prop in the corner during act 2 scene 5.

and when you saw the nomination list, you ran down the hall from the auditorium to jihoon’s classroom (who he was currently scolding women’s choir for being distracted) (they were totally talkign about how he looks at you while you two were speaking in the hallway)

*BOOM* you slam the door open and he instantly lightens up and smiles (spawn of satan jihoon exits the room) !!!

“ W e  GOT A NOMINATION IN EVERY CATEGORY THANKS TO YOU JIHOONNNNIEEEEEE” 

“did miss. y/l/n call mr. lee ‘jihoonie’ ?”

he’s ecstatic to see you so happy which causes very ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) faces throughout the choir

the night of the award ceremony comes, there are over 500 people in that orpheum theatre all hoping that they win some award of some sort.

you were just sitting with jihoon and soonyoung trying to stay calm, you even already pick your representatives within the cast to go get the awards to save looking like a fool trying to find a rep last minute.

then it came to the moment everyone was waiting for, your show had won most of the awards of the night already but there was one category you wanted the most to set the night, best small prop in the corner during act 2 scene 5 overall musical.

you were so nervous, but soonyoung gave you that look that L O O K that you both knew what it meant (we won)

and the look was right, you did. “from Serenity Rose High School, *insert a good musical bc im too tired to name one* wins best overall for this years High School Musical Awards!”

you were jumping, you were screaming and crying and suddenly your lips were connected with jihoon’s

it was such a good kiss, it probably could’ve won best kiss tbh

jihoon is in shock, soonyoung was in shock, your entire cast was in shock they almost forgot to send little jenny to go get the award, and then after a minute you were in s h o c k.

you were kissing jihoon, you were kissing jihoon Y O U w E R e Ki S i N G Ji hOo N. you pull away so quickly, but your hands were still cupping his face.

“i.. uh.” you were beet red, your cheeks were getting hot and you couldn’t remove your hands from his face they were like stuck.

he was also blushing, and trying his best not to smile super widely.

“ihavelikedyousinceteachercampinjulyireallyhopethiswasntawkwardeventhoughiknowitwasimsosorryforkissingyououtofthebluebutomgdidiactuallyjustkissyou”

“what?”

“jihoon, you adorable spawn of satan, i have liked you since the beginning of the school year like a little school girl and i just kissed you because yes, i like you. god im such a hIg H scHOo L ER!”

“y/n y/n y/n, i very much like you too”

“t h a n k g O D”

dating jihoon would be sweet and cute and adored by the entire fine arts department (teachers and students included)

you would always be in his classroom during your off periods, just chilling while you watch him teach his class. everyone would be screaming o TP in their heads whenever a subtle cute interaction between you two would happen

“y/n we shouldn’t do this in front of the students.”

“they’re at lunch what could possibly happen if you kicked all of them out, just kiss me already!!!”

right when you two were just centimeters apart, “mr. lee i needed to ask you if- ..oh.. o  H” “KIM SERIOUSLY I TOLD ALL OF YOU TO GO TO LUNCH”

dates would include late night adventures to downtown or somewhere far, far away from the school. you would even go to see a show at the theatre bc after dating you, he got very interested into the performing arts. 

even though jihoon wouldn’t be very into pda, he’d do it when it was only you two alone (very alone no students, no teachers, no one just you and him)

he’d always be there when you are stressed and he’d provide hugs and soft singing to calm you down, and you would always be there for him bc he sometimes needs to be reminded of the time so he can leave the school at a reasonable time like JIHOON OMG IT’S 9PM WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!!?

“i just wanted to pick out new music for next semester”

“J i HOo N!” 

but yes, that is teacher!woozi / teacher!jihoon 

i’m terrible at this omg this was so long why is it so long thx for reading all of this if you did. i wrote this at like 2am don’t hate me if this was badly spelt or grammar is terrible too. i hope u liked it, this is what i believe teacher jihoon would be (somewhat inspired by my satan-like choir teacher) but yes, i might do more of these aus someday, if you have any ideas pls hit me up in my inbox! :D

oki bye

a little rant i guess

so tb h i just wanna get this out so-- kinda gonna be a tab bit long (c ryin ghow do i do the cut thing--) anyways yeeee ______________________________________________ so Fire Emblem Heroes. now, it doesn’t begin with th at. let’s go back a bit to when i played Fire Emblem Awakening cough a few months ago cause i wasn’t able to get it before then cough. sooo i got it and was like “well this is p neat” right,  and, i knew Donnel was in the game, but i didn’t know you had to get him through a paralogue-- so then, i was like “blah blah yeah i’m on Chap 9″ while talking with a friend, and he was all like “o shitto go get Donnel” an d so i did fast forward to when the battle begins. “[insert quote about getting him up a level or else he won’t join your team]”. i wa s  like “mmk can’t be that hard, since he’s only level one”. i went up to corner and take out the archer. Donnel got oneshotted and “*viciously inhales*” so i restarted it i ended up getting him up the level but i never used him, since he was prettyy underleved compared to my units and the enemies.  th en let’s skip time to about a week 1/2 later. i was watching a video with all the character’s confessions to the avatar aka tha t really cute and sweet pic with a nice phrase about love. i was like. “mkmk”. i r eally only wanted to watch it cause i knew i would never get all of them myself wink wink i married Ricken cause he’s a sweet smol boi. then boOm .  i love ya. i don’t reckon i could live without ch’ya! let’s me and you settle down on the farm i wh Eeezed. i started c rying in laughter i cra cked me up so much i jus so, my thought was “o h my jesus Donnel is jus t” so, i didn’t like Donnel, but i also liked Donnel.  do es that even make since i’m ,,,, anyways, Donnel wasn’t one of my best bois, but he was k *time skip to when i started playing Heroes* sooo i was p late to the FE Heroes too-- and, when i started playing it i was like “n oice”  (off topic but my first 5 star was an off focus Julia and i’  m lvoe her) so, i played through it and did some summonings. probably like 20 - 30.  two of them. two. 4 star. Donnel’s. i didn’t really know how to feel, but i know i wasn’t gonna use him, but i also didn’t want to send him home.  i ended up sending them home. now, another skip to when the Voting Gauntlet focus thing was up. i reeaallllllyy wanted Hinoka, so i decided to do some summoning. i had 5 orbs, and one blue orb. 4 star Donnel. later on, i got 9 more orbs, and did two summonings, one blue (since there was only one blue orb), one colorless. another one. another 4 ffuck in star Donnel.  though i did get a 4 star Lucius, so i held back my saltiness.  just now, aka earlier, the Gauntlet ended so the events were ended too. i got the 20 orb bonus today, and did some summonings in the Spring Event before it ended. two 4 stars and three 3 stars. i was like “mmk whatever” and did the thing where you use Cecilia to get 5 orbs. i got the 5 orbs. i inhaled, prayed, and wished for a green orb, since i was going for Camilla. 2 blue. 2 red. 1 colorless.  i was about to throw my phone across the room. but then, i remembered i only had bunny Xander, and that i could get bunny Lucina. 

y’know that thing called a gut feeling? yeah, there was one blue at the top, and one at the bottom right. i picked the bottom right one, since i had a feeling about it.  no poof i was already salty enough about not getting anything good b ut guess what guess w h A T. 3 star Donnel. i kinda just sat there, looking down at the screen. like a scene from an anime where the main character just watched something horrid happen, and their eyes cloud over from not being able to absorb it all.  then i closed it out, and was ready to doki doki slam myself against the wall b ut yeah jus t --- wh y Donnel >:’0

                                      FRANCESCA   ISELI                                    seven hundred and forty nine, barista                                          Original Character

I’m like a black hole, destroying everything in my path until everything’s gone.

 ⌐ A n d  e v e ry  d a y  I  a d d  a n o t h e r  s t o n e  t o  t h e  w a l l s

Born in 13th century Italy to a French merchant and an Italian baker, Francesca Iseli's life wasn't very remarkable. She had a sister and a brother to play with, a modest but beautiful home, and a pet goat that she would proudly show off to anyone who would listen. Her father would occasionally return home from his trade travels with stories of supernatural attacks and towns laid to ruin, but the children didn't take him seriously. Until the night when it was too late.

Francesca, or Frankie as she preferred to be called, had just finished feeding her goat and was heading back to the house when she noticed that all the windows were dark. It was late and she figured that her family had simply gone to bed early, so she continued into the house through the back without issue until she spotted the open front door and a shattered vase. The twenty-three year old was quick to strike a match, lighting a few nearby candles only to scream in horror at the sight illuminated in the fire's glow: her father and siblings were laying, deathly pale, on the floor. Her mother laid on the couch, breathing shallow but still there. Frankie tore off part of her dress and was about to hold it to her mother's bleeding neck when she was grabbed from behind, the sharp pain of teeth sinking into her neck accompanying the cool sensation for dead hands on her arms. To this day, she's still not sure what possessed the vampire to spare her life and become her sire, but she never saw him again after that night.

                  “I’ve built around you to keep you safe.”

A week after her transformation, Frankie received word that her mother had managed to escape to Bologna. Weak and full of hatred for what she'd become, Frankie broke her abstinence from drinking blood in order to have enough energy to leave Modena in search of her mother. When she finally reached Bologna, Frankie quickly found her mother and took to watching out for her in secret; she didn't want to cause her mother any unnecessary harm by revealing that she hadn't been killed only to have to leave hours later due to the bloodlust-fueled monster she'd become.

Things were going fine until her mother spotted her peacefully leaning against a wall one day. After that, Frankie moved in with her and began her doctoral studies at the university, disguising herself as an especially feminine-looking man named Frances. When her mother died a several years later, Frankie was just completing her degree and soon left Bologna, not able to bear living in the house her mother had died in.

When the plague tore through Europe, Francesca, no longer bothering to disguise herself as Frances, did her best to save the infected and protect the immune. The years passed in that way, Francesca using her medical skill and vampiric speed to help those in need. But she never delved into heroics. She couldn't save everyone, she didn't want to become some mythical avenger who always seemed to be at the right place at the right time. No, she couldn't save everyone, but she did meet someone who made her forget that motto.

⌐ H e l l o  m y  o l d  h e a r t

She was doing so well until 1807. She’d transitioned to only hunting invasive species, like rodents, and she’d saved more lives than her newly transitioned self had taken. Then a patient who had been trampled by a horse came in. It was Emilia’s optimism that first caught the brooding vampire’s attention. Even as she was being prepped for artery ligation surgery, she managed to keep a positive outlook and compliment Frankie’s intellect. The surgery went well and she appeared to be getting better, suavely asking Frankie to visit the countryside with her. The two were together for three perfect months when Emilia's right lung ruptured. Frankie and several other doctors did their best to repair the lung, but Emilia couldn't be saved and quickly bled out. That was the last thread holding Frankie's humanity together, and when Emilia died, Frankie lost it.

In a fit of grief and rage, Frankie fell off the grid and went on a murdering spree. Half of Spain's surgeons were killed that year, victims of Frankie pulling them aside to "discuss surgical techniques". She loathed her profession, loathed everyone with the skills to save people who hadn't dropped everything to save her soulmate. For several centuries, Francesca Iseli lived up to her species’ reputation, eventually just killing to kill.

⌐  Y o u ’ l l  n e v e r  b e a t

Finally, when she moved to America in the early 1900s, after spending some much needed time in her home country of Italy, Frankie decided to turn over a new leaf. She would be good, return to her morals, resume her practice of medicine. And she would do it all on her own. Things had been going fine when she was disconnected from her emotions, when she didn’t care about anyone, so why not go back to those simple days?

                  “But you’ll never break”

Francesca Iseli became a well-known name in the cardiothoracic surgery world, as she made a name for herself doing the procedures that would have saved Emilia’s life had they existed all those years ago. For years, she was careful to make sure that people thought she was the daughter, granddaughter, and sometimes even the great-granddaughter of the first “Doctor Francesca Iseli” so as to keep patients from being scared of her immortality.

By the time she found Stonybrook, however, she was ready to retire from medicine, at least for a while. Helping people recover from the surprise of having a twenty-three year old surgeon was getting old and, with the world making so many advances on its own, the move to California would give her a chance to relax. So, she put her years of travel to use and became a barista. Now, much like how a young Francesca took pride in her goat, Frankie takes pride in her coffee, especially her espresso. And, not to brag, but that probably has to do with the fact that she learned how to make espressos from Luigi Bezzerra and Desiderio Pavoni, the men who introduced “cafeé espresso” to the world.

FC: Alycia Debnam-Carey

written by taylor

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Pay. Support. Donnate. paypal.me /ChristianKiss //// xraybeam trick heartaimed / /// 1634 repair? or leechery /// pathogen mur derer gases 1518 batih above abovesdjancent or cirucitboard. squeezetheockroach shifted from xraytrick before //// xray murderbeam beta highpowered oran d transmutation 1500 1511 above aboveadjkacent knows I am Christian KIS S BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOLE #B LOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful? Pay. Suppor t. Donnate. paypal.me/ChristianKiss /// after w hich damage and degradation would #you! have said: "mmaaayn adunno.. allthe beer and stuff and their fhaaa ntastic cars drivingby .. but youknow.. ikinda miss my genitals..." for them it makes sense //// intelligence genomes more from the mother  usual ly has also some implications of why it is as it is shewas morelike lisa simpson and dodged studying inthe 70s because parent got ill and died then got hepatitis next year then met my dad with his heavymo tor bike  another life spoiled (haha) /// the gl orious german careers with those stamps visualise it /// it wouldbe e pic justice if germans would try to pillgage the case but oneof their earlier damage tricks fucks em instead letalone any invention after which staying harms it doesnt work bot h ways, einstein can be cooked to a fool but a fool cannot be einstein as ex treme example //// this howthey are mustve been obviosu other cases too ofre ailtime botch things #failed #virginity #test #2001 .@law @harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france2 4 @haaretzcom @snowden .@fisa @judge .@judge @judges  because the germans damage their civillians fairly arbitrarily and cover these with standard stig mas thisis how it really is allalong ***** lets f ind the cover alibis like retard stamps itis a stigma dyslectic me!! (n ickname schnellschreiber 3rd/felt abit artificial bllah) but dyslectic- it is ? a stigma ***** virginity ?! meh. unless its a stigma  one shitball bites  the other but that doesnt keepem from right. then. getting away with something damnthe fa ctuality basis I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www. BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful? Pay. Support. Donnate. pa ypal.me/ChristianKiss /// demand a hook on abst racthumour abstract analysis fromfools they  dont getit toooousually /// backlegv to genital implant is hiughly heartkill relelvant makesure theresno damamge added so gutslock gutsusdudue rme otecontrolled the technology is masseldorn badenser whale landesverfassun gsschutz //// squeeze lympahtic aimer 2310+-2 its like eastern sexdrug orso //// xraybeam heartaimedd leftchestaimed radar or beta transmutation allthetime as 20pm 2020 2040 2245 allthetime //// store online banking 2100+-7 woa backleg heartkillrelelvant 2107 acesser squeeze aft er this mail: "whatis hkkaz,hkcaz,hkccs abbreviations inthe local bank account wahtis fortune amount total" //// which fo rtune sums over which timeframes  make sure its notarstamped courtusable and when daytimedemanded daytime court demanded iget damaged chav harmed all the time find xra ybeamtrick 2040 20pm-2020pm //// authorites gotojail when wemust hunt pat hogen murderer above for em letaloneif theauthroites grant em access or cause thekilltrick ///theya renot competent they shuffle scums that try sth. pathogen murderer above 1500 stuffhimthemix galore. all ofit onsite .  who was onthe case 12,000persons andthefinest another good indication for intel #sex # sexual #potence #balls #trick @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 .@world @world @all because itis intel iti s which trick works. batshitnuts? criminal? terrorist? pedo? fool? alljust adr eam nowhy was sth because itis intel which trick works has a l w a y s beenthegame isuspect peo ple know  but thats not the case youmay count the shuffled harms priming ( itis a chip bring all bananas: academic: wtf?!??why everyone throwing banaanas atme) framing (as the t ransvestite that he is, yousee he has long hair: you: theffffff?!?!???) w oodbride (he sits alone inhis chamber and designs bride dresses for his great w edding day ahead. which may eventually occur s o m e d a y/ he hopes it increases his sexual potence if he adds allkinds of balls on it blah) smashwords.com/books/view/552210 /// howmany harms like guts and genitals and ass and facebone were from 2004 it was bad and experiment killit  but itwasnot these 5years intnsified killtricks with shuffled any harm leecheries morbusmake  backlegheartdiease p oisons xrays mengeles  pathogens  lympahtic aimed tr icks gutssubdue dozens of headimacts nanofineduts obscure tricks like lifetime leech and fibrin le ech andsuch  and interoxid austausch arsenide suffocate trisk  itis cons tant try anything that it dies whichtrick thistime with plausible deniabilit y I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHON E / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful? Pay. Support. Donnate. paypal.me/Christ ianKiss /// because itis intel itis which trick works. batshitnuts? crimi nal? terrorist? pedo? fool? alljust adream nowhy was sth because itis intel which trick works has a l w a y s beenthegame isuspect people know  but thats not the case youmay count the shuffled harm s priming (itis a chip bring all bananas: academic: wtf?!??why everyone throwing banaanas atme) fram ing (as the transvestite that he is, yousee he has long hair: you: theffffff ?!?!???) woodbride (he sits alone inhis chamber and designs bride dresses for his great wedding day ahead. which may eventually occur s o m e d a y/ he hopes it increases his sexual potence if he adds allkinds of balls on it blah) smashwords.com/books/view /552210 /// howmany harms like guts and genitals and ass and facebone wer e from 2004 it was bad and experiment killit  bu t itwasnot these 5years intnsified killtricks with shuffled any harm leeche ries morbusmake  backlegheartdiease poisons xrays mengeles  pathogens  lympahtic aimed tricks gutssubdue dozens of headimacts nanofineduts obscure tricks like lifetime leech and fibrin leech andsuch  and interoxid austausch arse nide suffocate trisk  itis constant try anythin g that it dies whichtrick thistime with plausible deniability I am Chris tian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLH OLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful? 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#sexland #sex #land @all @world @globe @booking  .@law .@laws .@harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @snowden @haaretzcom youjustdont getit th e german goverment rapes thecivil population th at is not immunised against  intel coma s whe res the news they porn the c r a p out of em th ey sell em as sexslave on intelcoma if they can they preplan their careerrs and setemup who exploits w ho first and benefits how they controlem like forehead braincooked fools like children like fools they hold as underhuman exploitable underhumans that is the basis of it all when a civillian dayti me charged the basis oftheir security system: they did any harm they remotely had then used proxies then played good cop bad cop hunting them ebcause we forced em to and this is the basis ofthe case guilty liable causing criminal governments that dowhatthey want withthe civil population charged daytime for staying damamges and coverup and hightheft using their security system as prison gig trick is that clear now itis not a single case it isnot the german hookerofthe land itis one of 60million abused civillians that charged the crap out of em for whatthey did here with the civil population for70years ////// b tw2  get allthe clowns offmy privacy  superprivac y i n t i m a c y  the scums meld their perverts onthe case and see if late r daytiem anything is confirmation tothat thenits confirmed orsth jail ass toyer dicktoyermolester itis disgusting cockroaches that reinterpret on deepl y intimate things after raping and pedo sexual assaulting nomatter how often i daytime chbarge it i am furious  about it the cockroaches braindamamge forehead and suffocate the c r a po outof me and damamge eraseme ihate em its legit to  an d iam furious about it idaytime chargedit atleastfive times locally and fivetimes eu they shuffle sexual assault repeat humiliate and seee how pervert you are coifirmation i hate them idontlive by hate minors wemus t rescue but  the scums get offfffthe case andif wehave tohunt the scums f or the authorities the authroties gotojailwithem they host em coverem anyway host em whenthey cant tax it a trickfailed then itnensified pedo tricks thisishowit works its  criminal government  authrotieis criminal authorities shuffling proxies guilty liable accomp lice control usually maybe unbriefed fools that get shit into their head to mes s wit an excuse sero tolerance with sex ual  abuse sexual assault the authorities do their job and hunt thweir cockroaches and if we must theygotojailwith the scums they sat an d let rapes poisosn rapes galore arbitrary whattttheywant whowants cinem a grocerystore chameber arbitrary rapoes rape inschool and cinema arbtir ary rtape ******** rape allthtime manytiems de edtyped w e force them to huntheir cockr oach german cockroaches thatthey are withthe authroities or they gotojail   both withthe scums when wemust huntem an this w e must do ***************** //// lawyers that is 90billion euro s fortune of earned tbhings with what icould ninety billion before like 67billion do you wonder what sc ums would do when they think its vulnerable or get access with a trick  beit separating it away from that guy they dowaht they want with and act like its mysteriously created not from what thatguy could and did it is ninety billion a share of which w ealth generated you donot make it vulnerable to anyone a matter of granted or not granted if a tric k works  or sth itis daytime court demanded in a mess where they quell immunisation and quzelled the case intothe daytimebubble inthe firstplace the y shuffle tricks like bum med s or braindamamged fool careers and its just your own fault that you mys teriously didnt pick a dayfool career while allrealdeal wouldnt matter t his shit you get off me and you get rational about what kinds of scums wil l a l w a y s try sth about the fortune i f it seems arbitrary separated away fromthat guy and thatguys performance systemic trickery to be g r a n t e d  maybe when he doestn rememeber or is incapacitated and allthese shits if he as dayfoolsomehow something th ey trashcan killtrick and harm and hookertrick and degrade as if the fortune wouldnt be real and asif i daytime demanded my ufo or sth seriously. harden the fortune from bullshit systemic ornot bust separation tricks of for tune and thatguy performance of thatguy separatedaway and be rational about what scums will a l w a y s try sth that is ************* 90billion from this ve ry head of what icould and the yeffort braindamage and heartkill and bum meds and gurtslock andpathogens and tobe granted or not separation of fortune and performance asif im a fool they put in a frozen tube and keepthemoney trick at best thefffff ff f f f f f f f ff f f f f f involve serious insurances and reinsurers ifnecessa ry include atomic hardening serobullshits agaisnt fraudsystems and criminal govts and thanks forall * ************** ///// what mom theme is the t heme ididnt know moms or sth and ididntmind  itis agerman shitball about underdevelopment usually or p erversions or sth asif you sense mom s or sth because thats what you surely want thatkindof german nes s //// lawyers because imminent danger and war is so severely bad enough i say no capital punishments whenever possible:! a l w a y s no capital puni shment no deathpentalty scums go tojail cant be fun in there important is they understand they dod ged capital punishment for real I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Indep endent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWAC S.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful? Pay. Support. Donnate. paypal.me /ChristianKiss //// xraybeam trick heartaimed / /// 1634 repair? or leechery /// pathogen mur derer gases 1518 batih above abovesdjancent or cirucitboard. squeezetheockroach shifted from xraytrick before //// xray murderbeam beta highpowered oran d transmutation 1500 1511 above aboveadjkacent knows I am Christian KIS S BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOLE #B LOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful? Pay. Suppor t. Donnate. paypal.me/ChristianKiss /// after w hich damage and degradation would #you! have said: “mmaaayn adunno.. allthe beer and stuff and their fhaaa ntastic cars drivingby .. but youknow.. ikinda miss my genitals…” for them it makes sense //// intelligence genomes more from the mother  usual ly has also some implications of why it is as it is shewas morelike lisa simpson and dodged studying inthe 70s because parent got ill and died then got hepatitis next year then met my dad with his heavymo tor bike  another life spoiled (haha) /// the gl orious german careers with those stamps visualise it /// it wouldbe e pic justice if germans would try to pillgage the case but oneof their earlier damage tricks fucks em instead letalone any invention after which staying harms it doesnt work bot h ways, einstein can be cooked to a fool but a fool cannot be einstein as ex treme example //// this howthey are mustve been obviosu other cases too ofre ailtime botch things #failed #virginity #test #2001 .@law @harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france2 4 @haaretzcom @snowden .@fisa @judge .@judge @judges  because the germans damage their civillians fairly arbitrarily and cover these with standard stig mas thisis how it really is allalong ***** lets f ind the cover alibis like retard stamps itis a stigma dyslectic me!! (n ickname schnellschreiber 3rd/felt abit artificial bllah) but dyslectic- it is ? a stigma ***** virginity ?! meh. unless its a stigma  one shitball bites  the other but that doesnt keepem from right. then. getting away with something damnthe fa ctuality basis I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www. BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful? Pay. Support. Donnate. pa ypal.me/ChristianKiss /// demand a hook on abst racthumour abstract analysis fromfools they  dont getit toooousually /// backlegv to genital implant is hiughly heartkill relelvant makesure theresno damamge added so gutslock gutsusdudue rme otecontrolled the technology is masseldorn badenser whale landesverfassun gsschutz //// squeeze lympahtic aimer 2310+-2 its like eastern sexdrug orso //// xraybeam heartaimedd leftchestaimed radar or beta transmutation allthetime as 20pm 2020 2040 2245 allthetime //// store online banking 2100+-7 woa backleg heartkillrelelvant 2107 acesser squeeze aft er this mail: “whatis hkkaz,hkcaz,hkccs abbreviations inthe local bank account wahtis fortune amount total” //// which fo rtune sums over which timeframes  make sure its notarstamped courtusable and when daytimedemanded daytime court demanded iget damaged chav harmed all the time find xra ybeamtrick 2040 20pm-2020pm //// authorites gotojail when wemust hunt pat hogen murderer above for em letaloneif theauthroites grant em access or cause thekilltrick ///theya renot competent they shuffle scums that try sth. pathogen murderer above 1500 stuffhimthemix galore. all ofit onsite .  who was onthe case 12,000persons andthefinest another good indication for intel #sex # sexual #potence #balls #trick @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 .@world @world @all because itis intel iti s which trick works. batshitnuts? criminal? terrorist? pedo? fool? alljust adr eam nowhy was sth because itis intel which trick works has a l w a y s beenthegame isuspect peo ple know  but thats not the case youmay count the shuffled harms priming ( itis a chip bring all bananas: academic: wtf?!??why everyone throwing banaanas atme) framing (as the t ransvestite that he is, yousee he has long hair: you: theffffff?!?!???) w oodbride (he sits alone inhis chamber and designs bride dresses for his great w edding day ahead. which may eventually occur s o m e d a y/ he hopes it increases his sexual potence if he adds allkinds of balls on it blah) smashwords.com/books/view/552210 /// howmany harms like guts and genitals and ass and facebone were from 2004 it was bad and experiment killit  but itwasnot these 5years intnsified killtricks with shuffled any harm leecheries morbusmake  backlegheartdiease p oisons xrays mengeles  pathogens  lympahtic aimed tr icks gutssubdue dozens of headimacts nanofineduts obscure tricks like lifetime leech and fibrin le ech andsuch  and interoxid austausch arsenide suffocate trisk  itis cons tant try anything that it dies whichtrick thistime with plausible deniabilit y I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHON E / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful? Pay. Support. Donnate. paypal.me/Christ ianKiss /// because itis intel itis which trick works. batshitnuts? crimi nal? terrorist? pedo? fool? alljust adream nowhy was sth because itis intel which trick works has a l w a y s beenthegame isuspect people know  but thats not the case youmay count the shuffled harm s priming (itis a chip bring all bananas: academic: wtf?!??why everyone throwing banaanas atme) fram ing (as the transvestite that he is, yousee he has long hair: you: theffffff ?!?!???) woodbride (he sits alone inhis chamber and designs bride dresses for his great wedding day ahead. which may eventually occur s o m e d a y/ he hopes it increases his sexual potence if he adds allkinds of balls on it blah) smashwords.com/books/view /552210 /// howmany harms like guts and genitals and ass and facebone wer e from 2004 it was bad and experiment killit  bu t itwasnot these 5years intnsified killtricks with shuffled any harm leeche ries morbusmake  backlegheartdiease poisons xrays mengeles  pathogens  lympahtic aimed tricks gutssubdue dozens of headimacts nanofineduts obscure tricks like lifetime leech and fibrin leech andsuch  and interoxid austausch arse nide suffocate trisk  itis constant try anythin g that it dies whichtrick thistime with plausible deniability I am Chris tian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLH OLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful? 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#sexland #sex #land @all @world @globe @booking .@law .@laws .@harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @snowden @haaretzcom youjustdont getit the german goverment rapes thecivil population that is not immunised against intel coma s

wheres the news

they porn the c r a p out of em

they sell em as sexslave on intelcoma if they can

they preplan their careerrs and setemup who exploits who first…

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No kiss found her asleep ver[y] fine morn[in]g F[ahrenheit] 54 1/2° at 8 a.m. - r[ea]d a few p[ages] - br[eak]f[a]st at 9 - H[a]d Mrs.

Dewhirst ab[ou]t h[e]r sons’ tak[in]g Mytham - s[ai]d John Pearson h[a]d s[ai]d I w[oul]d n[o]t let it h[i]n (Dewhirst)

at an[y] pr[ice] and if she (his moth[e]r) ca[me] ag[ai]n ‘I sh[oul]d turn h[e]r out by the shoulders’ - disclaim[e]d all th[i]s –

ver[y] civ[i]l to h[e]r - s[ai]d I sh[oul]d let the farm by tick[e]t - H[a]d Mr. Bradley the architect fr[om] ab[ou]t

11 to n[ea]r one - h[a]d been so ill, h[a]d n[o]t been ab[le] to stir .:. h[a]d been delay[e]d mov[in]g to his h[ou]se

at Ell[an]d – all his papers afloat - b[u]t w[oul]d if poss[ible] get the plan of new build[in]gs done

for me in a fortnight - s[ai]d I w[oul]d n[o]t hur[ry] h[i]m b[u]t wish[e]d to ha[ve] his plan as soon

as conven[ien]t - th[e]n m[u]ch talk ab[ou]t buy[in]g timber and ab[ou]t the Calder and Hebble navigat[io]n –

he th[ou]ght I might do bet[ter] th[a]n buy of Greenw[oo]d (vid[ere]  line 4 fr[om] bot[tom] of p[age] 175.) - sh[oul]d buy

for 4d. a f[ee]t, or und[e]r, at Hull, and 1 1/2d. a f[ee]t w[oul]d pay for wat[e]r carr[ia]ge fr[om] Hull to Brigh[ou]se

and fr[om] B- [Brighouse] here - sh[oul]d be allow[e]d to pick b[o]th deals, and oak logs at Hull - c[oul]d n[o]t do bet[ter] th[a]n

go and ta[ke] so[me]one w[i]th me to choose the timb[e]r – advises it to be cut up immed[iatel]y int[o] b[oar]ds

and perk[e]d (rear[e]d up ag[ain]st a perch) all winter and summ[e]r too – floor boards sh[oul]d even

be dress[e]d ready for laying bef[ore] they are perk[e]d (rear[e]d up on end) and n[o]t touch[in]g aft[er]w[ar]ds –

workmen n[o]t gen[erall]y aware of th[i]s, b[u]t man[y] a good floor spoilt by planing aft[e]r

the season[in]g – Deals contract a sort of coating fr[om] the atmosphere, like a varnish,

and th[i]s attain[e]d shrink no mo[re] - b[u]t th[i]s plan[e]d off, they ha[ve] to acquire anoth[e]r

and will shrink as m[u]ch in acquir[in]g th[i]s oth[e]r as they in acquir[in]g the 1st – has seen

deals aft[e]r 20 y[ea]rs on being replan[e]d require as m[u]ch season[in]g as ev[e]r ag[ai]n –

Pine wood n[o]t fit for outside work b[u]t ver[y] good for inside work for paneling

(wainscoting) etc. – does n[o]t shrink in season[in]g like deal - m[u]ch talk als[o] ab[ou]t

the navigat[io]n – the Sowerby part deep[ene]d (for larger vess[e]ls) too m[u]ch – the wall[in]g n[o]t

prop[erl]y done – the banks will n[o]t stand long – he told th[e]m (his fr[ie]nd a Mr. Hodgson) if they took

the clay away fr[om] the bot[tom] they w[oul]d be wrong – the old navigat[io]n act bet[ter] th[a]n

the new (mean[in]g th[a]t by w[hi]ch the restrict[io]n to 14 p.c. w[a]s tak[e]n off) for und[e]r the old

 Buy[in]g timb[e]r at Hull.

Season[in]g timb[e]r.

Navigat[io]n

m[u]ch speculat[io]n now

b[u]t B- [Bradley] w[oul]d n[o]t sell,

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the navigat[io]n n[o]t liab[le] to taxes, and the propriet[o]rs h[a]d a pow[e]r to leave the riv[e]r for an[y] dist[an]ce

n[o]t exceed[in]g 2 miles - L[or]d Shaftesbury in the committee object[e]d to b[o]th th[e]se clauses, and they

were giv[e]n up bef[ore] he w[oul]d agree to the new act – so th[a]t now we pay taxes and, on apply[in]g a

(last y[ea]r I th[in]k it w[a]s) to parliam[en]t to leave the riv[e]r ent[irel]y and ma[ke] the who[le] line a canal, Sir

Geo[rge] Armytage successfully object[e]d (on acc[oun]t of his mills on the riv[e]r w[hi]ch w[oul]d n[o]t ha[ve] wat[e]r en[ou]gh if the

requisite wat[e]r for the canal w[a]s tak[e]n away) and we are oblig[e]d to keep to the riv[e]r – when

his fath[e]r w[a]s engineer, he took care nev[e]r to stop navigat[io]n if poss[ible] to avoid it,

b[u]t nev[e]r stopt it ab[ov]e a day or 2 – it h[a]d late[l]y been stopt for a fortnight

togeth[e]r to the gr[ea]t determ[inan]t of the count[r]y and merch[an]ts who hav[in]g gov[ernmen]t and oth[e]r contracts

to fulfil were oblig[e]d to forw[ar]d the good by land - th[i]s w[oul]d be urg[e]d ag[ain]st the navigat[io]n

in fav[ou]r of a railr[oa]d - qui[te] of my opin[ion]  a railr[oa]d w[oul]d be obtain[e]d soon[e]r or

later – the proprietors m[i]ght oppose it and get the bet[ter] fo a y[ea]r or 2, b[u]t n[o]t long[e]r –

s[ai]d I h[a]d in 1829 or 1831 ment[ione]d to Mr. Wat[er]h[ou]se my plan for our tak[in]g up the

rail-r[oa]d ours[elves] – B- [Bradley] qui[te] approv[e]d it - s[ai]d if we took a railr[oa]d fr[om] Ravensbridge

(a lit[tle] on th[i]s side Dewsbury) along the val[ley] to Leeds (ab[ou]t 10 miles) it w[oul]d n[o]t

be an expens[ive] line - w[oul]d peck up a gr[ea]t deal of trade – all the peop[le] th[e]reab[ou]ts were

for it and w[oul]d facilitate by non-opposit[io]n (prob[abl]y we might do w[i]thout go[in]g to

parliam[en]t) and the mon[e]y w[oul]d be eas[il]y rais[e]d - £50,000 w[oul]d ma[ke] the r[oa]d and £50,000

mo[re] w[oul]d buy the gr[ou]nd etc. th[a]t is £100,000 p[ai]d at 5 or 6 instalm[en]ts in 2 years w[oul]d do the

the who[le] - suppo[se] the stock now = £100,000 cent percent on th[i]s w[oul]d keep the

railr[oa]d in the h[a]nds of the pres[en]t navigat[io]n propriet[o]rs – the low riv[e]r c° (Aye and Calder)

mak[in]g ver[y] gr[ea]t imrpovem[en]ts in th[ei]r riv[e]r and canal – B- [Bradley] th[ou]ght gr[ea]t imrpovem[en]ts might be

made in the veloc[it]y of canal boats – steam might be us[e]d – the vess[e]ls propell[e]d fr[om] the

stern so as to do lit[tle] injury to the canal-banks, or they might be alter[e]d and made

strong en[ou]gh – the affairs of our navigat[io]n now manag[e]d by a sub-committee wh[i]ch

sits ev[er]y Fri[day] fortnight – the foll[owin]g gent[lemen] of the n°     Mr. Clay of Rastrick, 3 Mess[ieu]rs Hodgson

Mr. Briggs sen[io]r, 2 Mess[ieu]rs Wat[er]h[ou]se sen[io]res, Mr. Edw[ar]ds of Pynest, Mess[ieu]rs Christoph[e]r and W[illia]m H. Raws[o]n

= 12 - th[e]re may be so[me] oth[e]rs – the affaires of the town  (H[alifa]x) now qui[te] in the h[a]nds

of 2[n]d rate peop[le] e.g. Mr. Ch[arle]s Whitley (build[in]g a h[ou]se in King X Lane) a princip[a]l

lead[e]r - s[u]ch men as Mr. Wat[er]h[ou]se who ought to lead, are now set-aside – conseq[uentl]y

work done cheap and n[o]t for lasting – the bit of bridge- rais[in]g at the bot[tom] of the bank

we agreed w[a]s a foolish job – too lit[tle] done to do an[y] good – B- [Bradley] st[ai]d till n[ea]r 1 – when Mr. and

Mrs. Copley Brown call[e]d on my fath[e]r and Mar[ia]n!!! A- [Adney] and I kept snug in our lit[tle] north din[in]g r[oo]m -

 Railr[oa]d fr[om] Ravensbr[idge]

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messeng[e]r th[i]s morn[in]g fr[om] Mess[ieu]rs Park[e]r and Adam enclos[in]g Mrs. Scatcherds’ not[i]ce to quit

N[orth]g[a]te h[ou]se next mayday – A- [Adney] h[a]d let[ter] th[i]s morn[in]g fr[om] h[e]r sist[e]r – all right – consent to all the

bus[ine]ss matters propos[e]d – out w[i]th A- [Adney] – at 1 25/.. to 2 1/4 – at Whiskum cot[tage] – Pickells and his

wife and fam[il]y g[o]t int[o] it yest[erday] – she look[e]d as if she w[oul]d rath[e]r ha[ve] st[ai]d liv[in]g in H[alifa]x

th[e]n took A- [Adney] up to see the pit sink[in]g – sat w[i]th h[e]r 1/2 h[ou]r dur[in]g h[e]r lunch[eo]n – th[e]n till 3 3/4

in my study – th[e]n and bef[ore], dur[in]g the day, h[a]d r[ea]d fr[om] p[age] 88 to 122 Bakewells’ geol[og]y – fr[om] 3 3/4

to n[ea]r 6 out – in the walk – at Denmark – Ch[arle]s and Ja[me]s H- [Howarth] h[a]d cut and laid ready

for re-slating the spars on Th[oma]s Pearsons’ back kitch[e]n shed – 2 masons and 1 lad putt[in]g

out wind[ow] int[o] Geo[rge]s’ is-to-be shoe-black place – din[ner] at 6 – coff[ee] – lost to A- [Adney]

a gam[mon] and th[e]n won 3 hits – th[e]n look[in]g ov[e]r A-‘s [Adney] Est[a]te plans – she wishes it so determ[ined]

to buy Washington’s f[iel]d say[in]g we c[oul]d n[o]t aff[or]d to buy m[u]ch at th[i]s rate – (vid[ere] line 9

p[age] 178) – 1/2 h[ou]r w[i]th my a[un]t till 10 – ver[y] fine day – F[ahrenheit] 57° at 10 3/4 p.m. till w[hi]ch

h[ou]r writ[in]g out to bot[tom] of last p[age] journ[al] of today –

California, month seven / liner notes 05 | moving real fine

1. W E A T H E R At seven am the world always feels like it's ending. We sit under the canopy drinking coffee in the pouring rain and the sun glows through the wet. Three degrees, uncharacteristically cold, a cruel lean wind. With E by the fountain in afternoon sun, squinting like lizards. A postcard from L in Cuba. She describes the mango trees and how she is wearing all of the summer clothes I left behind in Baltimore. 2. R U N N I N G Zig zag hill training runs. Eight and a half miles north to Indian Rock Park, weaving a figure eight back south to Elmwood. The psychology of longer distances, how easy it is to adapt to a different scale.

How are things on the west coast / I hear you're moving real fine

3. M U S I C  +  L A N D Fifties teen culture and coffin songs, doo wop, mixtapes, Skip James. Writing about John Henry in a cafe when the electronica soundtrack turns to the folk tune Doin' My Time: 'you can hear my hammer, you can hear my song.' A slightly tipsy 1am Ebay purchase of eight vintage music publications for 99c turns out to be a very good decision. They all feature Bruce Springsteen on the front cover. The American landscape as discovered from the west, Malcolm Gladwell on sneakers, small American country towns, and 1930s squatters camps. Academic approval to write about the industrial landscape of Bruce Springsteen songs and seventies roadside all-night diners. 4. T A K E  M E  O U T  T O N I G H T A sort-of-frat party that ends just after midnight, because everything in America ends hilariously early. So we tumble down to a basement for beer and cheez-its, and get to bed at five am. A Berkeley co-op party where each room has a theme. We crawl through cushions into a dark room where we're fed 'worm slime' (sour worms soaked in an unidentifiable spirit) and one of us has to 'do the worm'. In another room there are three kinds of disco light and a screen endlessly repeating dank memes. In another, rosewater punch. Let loose on a dive bar jukebox. Springsteen, The Clash, Otis Redding, Curtis Mayfield, Pixies. Free bottomless popcorn. And to think we didn't feel like going out. E says, 'that is the happiest face I've ever seen in a bar!' 5. ' E V E R Y  D A Y ,  O N C E  A  D A Y . . . ' Late night toast, imported marmite and expensive cheddar, Twin Peaks, food pantry hauls (Barbara's Oat Crunch, organic peanut butter, endless oats, alfredo sauce, Acme sourdough, frozen spinach: Berkeley food is expensive, and the pantry keeps us from starving), Trader Joe's trips for samples and the eighties playlist, iced coffee with milk and honey, frozen yoghurt trips, too much sleep, not enough sleep, rainstorms, nine-grain bagels.

'Harry, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don't plan it. Don't wait for it. Just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men's store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot black coffee.'

6. S U N S E T S One: walk through campus - watch the bridge and the dusky sky - realise how much I'll miss these California sunsets - feel happy and sad and happy. I wait a while under the campanile where the air stretches out to meet the Golden Gate Bridge and the western hills, and see the sun, and a delicate slip of moon. Two: every night brings a sunset as beautiful as the last, but always a little bit different. Tonight, dark orange and indigo and the hills and the city glittering in the fiery depths of the sky. Three: walk home from j-class across campus as the sun sets and the warmth fades, pass under palm trees and through the heavy scent of bark and eucalyptus. Californian spring assaults all my senses in the best possible way. This is the happiest I've ever felt. Four: a glowing, opaque veil that presses down hard into the edges of streets and buildings, the light reaching along telephone wires and illuminating the rigid lines of tennis courts and parking lots. 7. T H E  H E A R T Yesterday was a long drag, a lingering blink, that gut-howling misery of the alarm going off at 6.30am, brain cogs too tired and squelchy to turn, pointless hours in the library and the cafe, head scratching until late, falling into bed feeling like I hadn't achieved anything at all - But I am on the west coast, and I am moving real fine. To a girl born in and shaped by London, California does not seem a real place, but it is a damn happy interlude.

This world, this world right here, this world is for you.

Songs: month seven John Lee Hooker For President  /  Ry Cooder Romeo and Juliet  /  Dire Straits Tumbling Dice  /  The Gaslight Anthem A Little Faith  /  The National Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard  /  Paul Simon Like Crying  /  Fleetwood Mac Try A Little Tenderness  /  Otis Redding Twisting the Night Away  /  Sam Cooke Only the Lonely  /  Roy Orbison The Heinrich Maneuver  /  Interpol Headbutt  /  The King Blues 

Fri[day] 28 October 1836

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No kiss fine frosty morn[in]g F[ahrenheit] 34 1/2° now at 8 50/.. a.m. out ab[ou]t till br[eak]f[a]st at 9 1/2 - A-  [Ann] d[i]d

h[e]r Fr[en]ch - out ag[ai]n at 10 1/4 – Ingh[a]m + 2 men and a boy at the parapet wall ov[e]r the dry wall arching –

Rob[er]t Mann + 3 lower[in]g and levell[in]g in front of the h[ou]se till 11 then took them off to prepare for mov[in]g the

heap of clay laid last y[ea]r ag[ain]st the gard[e]n wall - the run and all made ready and they beg[a]n mov[in]g the clay to the [foot]

the mound (to the east) of the rockwork immed[iatel]y aft[e]r their din[ner] – Rob[er]t Schof[iel]d and his man Jos[e]ph all the day wall[in]g

the hall-cellar drain - the gard[ene]r and Ch[arle]s and Ja[me]s How[art]h and John Booth and Mark Hepw[or]th help[in]g when they

c[oul]d to clear the orch[ar]d – lit[tle] trace left of an orch[ar]d this ev[enin]g - Mark Hepw[or]th levell[in]g soil aft[e]r the N[orth]g[a]te

carts on the gr[ea]t embankment in front of the h[ou]se - Frank cart[in]g for Ingh[a]m st[one] fr[om] the gard[e]n wall in the morn[in]g and rag

throughs fr[om] Hipperh[olme] quarry in the aft[ernoo]n - Booth the gr[eate]r part of the day and 2 masons all the day at the west tow[e]r

2 masons jobb[in[g – prepar[in]g for the top of the drab-r[oo]m chim[ne]y (hew[e]d by the 2 hewers Ja[me]s Murgatroyde and

Booths’ son Jos[e]ph and w[oul]d ha[ve] been put up but for the windy days we ha[ve] late[l]y h[a]d) - and prepar[in]g

lancet-lights for the groin[e]d dry wall arch - In the gard[e]n and ab[ou]t all the day exc[ept] fr[om] about 2 to 4 when

saunt[ere]d d[o]wn the walk - and along the low[e]r brea daisy bank thro’ Wellroyde wood int[o] the N[or]thow[ra]m r[oa]d to so[me]

dist[an]ce ab[ou]t Upper brea - to where Shibd[e]n is 1st seen - stood compar[in]g the diff[eren]t points of view –

ret[urne]d by the Stump X Inn and the Lodge – 1/2 h[ou]r there talk[in]g to Matty for Hannah Pearson the cook here

20 y[ea]rs ago h[a]d been at the hall and call[e]d on her way b[a]ck to see Matty - poor Hannah! she told me how I w[a]s

altered – so[me]bod[y] h[a]d told h[e]r lately how m[u]ch I w[a]s aged - But she d[i]d n[o]t kno[w] she sh[oul]d expect

me to look just as I us[e]d to do - no! s[aid] I, you ha[ve] n[o]t seen me these 20 y[ea]rs - it is ti[me] for

me to be alt[ere]d  - it is fr[om] s[u]ch peop[le] one hears the  truth - I h[a]d th[ou]ght, on her ent[erin]g the

r[oo]m, she w[a]s grown an old wom[a]n - so chang[e]d I might n[o]t ha[ve] known her en passant –

b[u]t I made no rem[ar]k on this to her – ho[me] ab[ou]t 4 – w[i]th Rob[er]t Mann at the clay mov[in]g and ab[ou]t

till ca[me] in at 6 – dress[e]d – direct[e]d and seal[e]d and s[e]nt off by Frank tonight my notes (writ[ten]

last night and dat[e]d yest[erday]) to ‘Mr. Hoyland Gibbet-lane’ order[in]g a hatch[men]t for my a[un]t to be done as soon

as poss[ible] - and my no[te] to ‘Dr. Kenny Ward’s end’ enclos[in]g a guin[ea] (a sov[erei]gn and a shil[ling]) sor[ry] that

this sm[all] debt of w[hi]ch I w[a]s n[o]t aware h[a]d been so long unacknowledg[e]d – din[ner] at 6 35/.. – coff[ee]

upst[ai]rs - A- [Ann] r[ea]d h[e]r Fr[en]ch - I asleep on the sofa 1/2 h[ou]r - A-  [Ann] h[a]d let[ter] tonight fr[om] Messrs. Gray –

the complet[io]n of her Radcliffe purchase to be at the White Swan H[alifa]x on Tues[day] - Mr. S. Washingt[o]n

to attend - A- [Ann] annoy[e]d - we all al[on]g th[ou]ght of go[in]g to York - she h[a]d n[o]t wish[e]d the purch[a]se to be

complet[e]d here and for Mr. SW- [Samuel Washington] to ha[ve] an[y]th[in]g to do w[i]th it - at 10 20/.. p.m. h[a]d just writ[ten] all the ab[ov]e of today

at wh[ic]h h[ou]r F[ahrenheit] 33° ver[y] fine cold frosty day -  

 How m[u]ch I chang[e]d