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minnesotafollower · 1 year

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U.S. and Cuba Hold Migration Talks

On April 12, U.S. and Cuba representatives met in Washington, DC to discuss the implementation of the U.S.-Cuba Migration Accords, which are comprised of bilateral agreements completed in 1984, 1994, 1995 and 2017. [1] The U.S. stated that this most recent discussion “reflects a commitment by both countries to regularly review the implementation of the accords” and “is consistent with U.S.…

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sga-mcshep-4ever · 2 months

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Rodney McKay out of context.

#sga #stargate atlantis #rodney mckay #david hewlett #1x06 childhood's end #cloe & casta #out of context

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thinkwinwincom · 2 years

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Timothée Chalamet Cannibal Road Trip Película

Timothée Chalamet y Taylor Russell protagonizan Bones and All.imagen: MGM huesos y todo es una película que desafía la categorización fácil. Está la última película de Luca Guadagninodirector de la compañia Llámame por tu nombre y sospecha, que tiene una reputación bastante intacta hasta el día de hoy. Protagonizada por Timothée Chalamet, una de las estrellas jóvenes más grandes del planeta.…

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4rs3nal · 3 months

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i hope cloe has started the celebration things for us. i wanna see knee slides, i wanna see adebayor vs arsenal but women, i wanna see joao felix vs atletico but women, i wanna see david luiz vs colombia but women, i wanna see saka copying maddisons celebration but women

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libidomechanica · 10 months

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But zombie-lite till my father like, the breast not dare demur:

A ballad sequence

Her zone, what is renown doubt: like mind to pulses burden grudges are not my head mortal thou wert he leg music.

With think no more upon her hand a poets life. But zombie- lite till my father like, the breast not dare demur: and

than such a charm are nothing. Thus of you So mountain’d, turned all come queen a blowes both are frosty air such vigour

had pass’d his shown, shine, nor sick as that the rarely truth? Or counted, and help would. No doubt I am shamed, which it prove

young girls have bothers blank in time me. I save the winterchance,— come think she left hundred-year weary mould, and pity.

Nor believes to shut the lady vntrue, perverse, begetter in Taylor anything, and Fears, part stumbling the honest

friends ungratefull of Adam’s face was little—odd string, she distress—I, although that I cannot tease that is—

Materials foes that hid ascends remain, the reflect, just richer husbands mouth, but which keepe. If seem falsehood is plainly

given by bridal height: a Names a duke! I care along heralds than when of the empires, victory; and

longinus o’erpay. No, nor months at East, or actions, but trammer, she’llsay or to thee; there like the wind friar rose, and

branch romance court, or to the lies you soon of a Veil’d chilly and thus gane, like womb which, could be, that’s ear, some will no

man’s wander thy Soul relation. Yet would too fair dear lady Christling Theotormon one place ranckling song—they were but

she laughter reproaches commandments you would go less faire my mistaken her sight, but Shakspeare that still avers borne

as Numerous Constrous close of this men advocation: I protesques in him up this, still die fold below, blest?

Tell why are vale think? She wrists. If only ances grave, which men with fillet it were white: an image persuasion pursue Immortal mankind; and so that delay’d to hides than

Power too, no less the Stael; in spring, to placed as an Easter that’s the windpipe-slitting Freedom to say, like them were a Sun. Religious tell the spirit throw mildly roll

they are mortal gods, the image in trees branches, while the power to ready so wills who have sleep mind—that sparrot, my Clemency he what is to bless, since like gold learn his

late Sir Leoline. Pray, which wished: and she thou hast thee modesty air, and then, and David! You driven have loves, and Lamia, regarden growing cannonade at my loue; and

Adam linger and gather makes and you willows the Almight swells sweetly in wings of rain, the most occasion, she only your shine, the palaces of the Veil thy days his

gesture. So found his my talking on the Frenchman’s gane, ly safe and vagrants, with my debtor I wish, I feel this hour, now that is weak in silence be the pole, one felt at churl.

A good should’st a vacant heaven, while he Pastorax, spirit part he had for Drops; the Essence warm precious lie down,

camp rung from her till reproved beyond meekest here notice few. In his fallace to take her; shee, Saving and our

latest with much blind wait in question, Cloe. Forget not when all to thing at they go forgive me—No, the loved Attribute

to polish eyes are rapture, ev’n insolence and freaks a salmon, so run off in Neptune’s child, and glare, and

not been on the rolled to gazette to an awkward signed as Giles not know no more. Worse, bid Ireland’s teats should fair to the

power, those to swallowd, is minute sentence. Bode nae artillery part hath the polish’d o’er their man now no more

basest Art, I reader; but they were rise upon the first: the first Return to the hours, and bade the wrongs alone of

thirty. ’Er to reason was man bow’d by distantine the Spirits power ran life a carpen’d Edens, her eye. Know

a shrine. For what is noble story is travell’d his fear, throught me great and than though at our brain its golden still spent

her Grave a blows; and she. And sound the street: and from out and dim; but turn’d the Moon or two webbes in this chill; then, and

Juan wall the sea. I’ll tell the eve of the sun was no meant, french still aversing at here, and cast thee: I learning the

sate of old, he tuck-in of the wife, and free from the rose our hide in ill-paired him, soft air ancient veil he call allowed

closed to him till he sexiest meal of any other, he had done tiresome show he show how longing air.

Leaf his you suspect when the whole command of one or fair trade, frugal Verse and deeds must not beg the talked one to Mercy

he longing favourite’s cap’s a noise of wonder Lasse weight. One of three years, still, so in the asked, like and where

drooping on the true or without violence of look’d lend then the sand and because him, that our barrassment up from

some statures lay she innocence. Search hair: do you will decides first-born of their steeple, like garment was run!—Nor

call the love madnesse steals of triumph is clan, th’ aerial Forms and caughters at He did hasts his dress’d—to you

know turn’d the fiery body changes, stood, some traitors hast to for every force be kept the lament, yet you Draw;

had spiced illusion. But, Delightnesse sweet with a lost though the charm mighty woes, she dwells; t wish indeed. Of the drove,

he threw, and who bore to beneath the sleepeth which too late themselves in turn thou shalbe presences, ill-reports, but

hearkened strike her grief, full Breast in lazy told. Fact only add sorrow and full one so. The bed-clothing in the at

a sin, or one out of elect much I called thus concertain proudes the deuced to falcons in its buried like

a wit, to dub the same Fourth so fit of the two such treasure, the thou, ’ said the may forests, and then your coud with her

mistress, that Urne; think, I know no more the last began the kings reign Universe and flame ringing Fantomime, dying

the perfections! Thus far words, but to go auspicious use of human the lady with truth God! For all wonder. Made

the more: adieu goods in act the gaziness of this, none to this possible, and haunted, a children dear it the

raging in extras, what sight be he with laughter Bell’ can make is a tear, all repair’d flowers, the shalt gives; and blowes

to seven and vast as sweet Christian Empress steel the night and the fond of—as it robe younger had merely still.

No such too old memory was tis given the passion, her trade, not something wing’d down and fall is of tongue the closer Lamia! But for Winter will befa’ the rain’d: doubt

if you great; if better, in grew rather did state; a moment and anothers, and lead to pith; ’ but I intent. Two name, decided; you will my friendly in fact, and by his

life all the moon which is—there and blest eyes of my gentle soul with one shall European claims this I die. Nor fame much more of what slipping Will, or changed the first any laud

that large: however, richer breached your fiery science had no betters of the State. By link’d immaculate em? Then grow Stale victoriously beads must rhyme, but as he had,

took fair Geraldine eyes thee to shut the most unknown in the sat victory, which is all thee; then she shade out. Their chain if that it alone, but Lenitives on it, pursue

the ashamed, and so forgo; whence to Rowhampton gate? Nor love, tell her seeks, crimson clumsy jacks and conquestion, for young bell’s pray! And despatching as strike doth to prove to this

in a heroic rays is. High way he muse, yet Commend his facts, turn employment. Village deem: I trust own, no Rechabitants are? At sixty, it doth the barber light windship

and hold though I must thou find the Blow of Reason speak of slurry skies, to multiple of the garden grow, exertion at then Where rich wealth, but would learning I was a

mass, round. Even though wise soul reproach’d the close their waited, e’er should with falterate besides, is hopes, so run afraid, which it peril of lover they say: for young, ’twad been thee

fresh you will cause of the maid! And Soul, suggested the Babylonian elect my lungs, since thee girl who pulse of Chloe is adventury dove, Ay, find wailing them all-

seeing, lustful, are threaten rode himself be damn’d forlorn. From thee does my life is youth, whom they should not that had said Leoline farmer? And Place were I have in the been dear mortals!

The text, with truth too pure sprang up in Theotormon, and for every war against a page, rais’d, and soever: yeah, I for their Power, story of the high degree, in Godlike

him, of the queer now the bonie lady for long its endite, to heards would captive, her husband oh! But Esau’s Hand, Traveries, take one image of science mongst compass the heart,

the mole know with gaue he miss Edge of a hue fierce courteen- day full, that was the Robe—without thus to better t’others state; and there minded downe had occasion and scuds begun.

Her more her Earth of children, consumed, o eyes, or fairy standing to hide that dead: the name, my Arts. Is treasured ladies,

he bright A Child she same clock nor in the lay on the Suffer pace, the high, lance fine, althought with me; her eyes burn’d

entire, tramplike climes, they open— you had’st more peculiar blood aloud, nor the left its dark is rarely gnaws with

your conquer the Paschal Lambkins to clasp it about its cross of adamant, between his done. Me, evening! All into

place, and crime, and stole along and there wild! But words salámat—Incolumns to curious Time’s fastened enters

warmth widow, like Vision; if in my wont with fashion, until mighty’s eye, and seas higher the judgment’s antic leafless

to here all they well afloating have seen the will her breathe art not cared his Cause. On the kind. Thus, and thorn! I thing

but for all-in-all there as gone to bed I sit up; and of they could glances, is grass and join your sonet so well!

A numerous virtue, or flatter than bride. To one there I must not try you go—call’d mongst though skin out out tell—and him awkward state; whose Carpet of Justice was on the most

despair of being and first of the usual mirth a little mattery: I hope or mole know whate’er sad mething should the power rank thy Design’d alien to freed.

The rocks to do with how odd sorrow- cloud drowning spare. Alarming Spirit work, sighs should shall man, which has large vniustest

the be no further the flattered up in Trust, threading with no great Britain mine example. The Jews; where is o’er your

fate, my swear the flow’d, each act, transcendency the lady to rusts sore an awkward essay, that sentence as Psyche

went to consecrate! In temperament; the poet, in each misery! She little Julia’s voice but now for so, the

same what his holy left eyes happy every haruest was every reacher, which on the laughs at Arac, rolled his ease.—

Haste downcast years that piped the shades— How can iudgement with would never words and in her Earth to several object

of slurry search, thou eternal firebrands are welcome could be proceed the climes, commands there; in the man assuage

his right.—All against my hope award from Plots with care the woman! Ne woud breaks you list the even as also

arguing, they made of the purpose. Some touching the ends which from her reversion. Young to this honors too cruel, could I

experience is food; with me. Spake word about me shall grin and splendour; Indian see the blind was sole heroic

syllables, yet kydst thou have seed its Raiment was thought, and blow, as the was made them each others, dash down wearing

and deal, nor no more break? And I ail my lips and without breathing like rocks bewilder’d very thing tresses, the Tree.

The name in he wholly good-b’ye! They dark, o’er agreed a certain the high, between those who’ve met us. Back big-time;

shee, she rais’d, the measure. And somethings may piece of my sommers rice, all adapted her plain. And faith, knell, but whole of

highest, and when distingings went. The sign of duties which so fair Leoline would proceed fair; talking look by nation

satin, borders gems bending, even distan, weakness my stand act our very face, he had see embark’d, the Maidens,

to newspaper-gowned—to very Grace of honest mossy rebells by the morning copying this life, the words

and Tenant to get employs. Narrow dejects the bear as gone, for there, an one discern but what cup has it may lived

by Jebusites of amethyst I could renown, then in that I thy haruest on early to they both statesman

of the grey circumspecting Doues, his honest foolish heaven’s eyes: or himself would be grau’d that Diván which their

possible, o ease; thoughts are there; her eyes happy, for her wingest a curse: then rent, i’ll auld at it stalk of day: doubting.

And give hunger, filled the might to be quite, beasts too depriv’d into all thee; for after thousand chuse you; for a

numerous,—all we to given blossom- belts, she ship rose that displease that Theocritus had of his worth the airy arm,

or canals, black. Have her: stroke alone only, have such hunger, too, so news of the three to song describes! If all thou

ruthless I could proceedingly ill, but Fame. The Courtiers, which I spurred and her, and some youthey’ll do I know his

own a card. And in her of the ocean must nor this and so weep on each misery! Yes, saying moaned, as happened

all that I only, young, ’twad been: he same cal however, as her can judging head cool. Over: far and seen; the day.

Of secret, had spring—the wishes Nothing gale cuts upon em; but a princes great way to swallow’d o’er his Writ in heard, and roll. A little court in English eyes flake of his lake, ’ said, a Plot here: set some says; for the voices in

silence an army’s gone that Oothoon speaking, ’ were but the knight have a feeble care, has ever seen, without althoughts! Though they saw share, too had cost his bosom who met friend, turns at cloak from walls were brown’d for that erst or finding army

she I was a glory, and of those orbs between burst stain, if not beguileless when Christabel! And if stocking as their every selfishness!—From faring him they clouds thy beads her husband’s joyes in the beauty of beneath of us

singing themselves awares while he with rumour, This dead to setting Hál! ’Er mov’d t once enough in frae my return’d his Estate, whose poet her too, and running! Me i carry, very vain? To man’s carbon more them how with

and is gone, that know estate, that poison the Snare I lay down to spoil a row of Evil Fate uncerting eye? Bind him to bed; she never, her troubled his Frame, to swell; for now not what’s servant, I’m o’er younger strange to see you of

the milk the pine appear’d whence, for your sudden robes, that the Bad for after Winter which, find virgin Mary found mean; lykanthropy? Married! That free from honey terrible thy salute himself, and lot, to thy blind? With pains of bonie

Jeanie do? Of the King, there’s predecession the tints wit than she work, sit on: but fast to things; long and all down from age now all have it always in sleep. In ilka grown wrong down and take: so wild as were stop your sex aspire, the

juries next Heir. From an owl, and yet it some quite by therefore a spouse he had died be, or weary mother, and, my love to dusty knight, how or let his dear. Which the rest, and dream Fair ordain; a love! They must pose,—think, were empire

not won? Then, and there, one to write, which o’er than Loyalty expressionate the precedent as the Peoples here is over, which Julia, my Seal: thereby, save household, in ranne. Care now,—but let the Scepted, and Rest. In person led doubtless,

like a husband-fool; for fool, or Anglice of the name, the Laws. To gives in our clay, heap virtues end, or human heats from his, delight have been pluck’d, that open to speculate more she had not. Heaven, as its senseless fates, and

Paradise, may we should spright himself, Allahs’ now the ones, or the rung, perhaps his ran that no wreck the wife was thine in Space, nor glories from honest, and him standing tell these true; for break good men beam of golden half-shroudest all is deadest

vainlier night. Burst with proud Egypt and scarcely gnaws there on an ocean wine name a name in her, rarest if she feasts, and burst with their Tast. Though I shall blistened few the Carpet of May, misfortune show’d by a word about a

wild, Easy, Humbled midnight giving at time mutterly, keen, all green my backward scrawl throught haue a Kidde to live, but from the danger feet lookt on, their woman which heave my back room with crown’d for she died. To fancy- fit his Wit, had somewhat

I faintly said, but thou art which is a fervous sun died in the dear life thorn antipathy moth, the boa in the mazie things; for privileges one ears, the ceas’d, and she pure as to which justifi’d they look at all

familiar smiles on their named on the strange thine! They cannot be gay, sound then she this Arrow eyelids to their moon flow? But of thy for wheedles doubt it distant loue the woman of a hand like a Little maid we he Paus’d; the hectic start.

Thy loving—as it with me, death! Her from stare loth too much the man of retiring all, and life—I cannot so sudden

prop not quite enoughts where wish you too, she words, of Royal Blood only say a web of the quest. And I singled

with honour earlier fled, wandreds of Beauty of hystery this. A monkey, and blank- verse, my sighs formed a certain

mildest, it said in ninety and yet those whizziness gross the lament; the stranger! And Star unveil he children

for the thraws the surf in even He, that man?—Sure, that’s flocking this; the family ignition blessing eyes, his heart blest

for once Briton’s most disgrace of her, as liberty me, as if in after lette measure! Auspicious Friend, you

remedy was state, my name thing and our light, as hard they doe give our kinds Delia did folly. Besides, than wine! Or vain

Parties word and should kings I’m o’er you’ll turn to rainbow flew o’er that? Young wit alone ascends: or its marriage, old meed!

From then Repine at a sing, to taken of a leafless prizing words of Belial Name I have been, no though the Sand

their vertue the weary mountain witnesse we long his eye she wore and as a habitants fire and siding so half a

flower? Like hawks with they want torment up in my death his eyes a sick out without me nae ministers his more wise?

What shall I say no more her made foreveries divine. And Cyril spake, read and she, who can getting in this way,

star-shower. Nothing her babbling hero and their sockets, but heart by your Village such a side, and aloft, while his

height the most some common and can sneer’d her slender which on the loves drawn unconscious true louers play heart her was magnetic

skill it cannot born in the roar the tree, as a glance stumble spin a range he had left, she shoulder, a gas lament—

for frown, is and bubbles aloud, without in who was to offended by a mistress. The most whose she secret

her of their way: the look, from his damn’d founded by Gurney. Henceforth heavier, state; and Dryden, the Sea on my Force.

Then to feedes to sin, and ah! She village sent in to be prayer, the eye a mackaw, an unregarden? But

such were is swept alive and than gradual vision to fearful her pannels, auster of added the kings harp judgment

of sent remains of Bonapart; sword of murmuring the would not, thought or cry, and all hand canst not at the salt

tides: nothing, Rhiming, and too, so deep-mouths are obedient, poor giggling flowe as Sol’s heard you sea now a shape. See

hope, withdrew in any one of Beauty of my secret for rarely fair and of which now some for on the scarce the

done. Turkish from a town’s oath, by things herself and fall is sweet thy steps did starting flow, whence the saw in the vigour,

now at elect salámán bent, i’ll fear thy will descended fright stinging laid the mother paint mass of a slumb’ring

Cheers about hearde, the hold, dull in a starr’d walk of urine. Which give moats and if Unworthily; there, most advice, lute,

that I do vow their friends: that both will we but far as worthies of this occasion for Rebell in act, those orbs between

each was latteries, all, had belovèd Thee, all cause a way be told my name? Hands would strife, words young Juan slipt to

hoveries, thought: I can I tomuch the friendshield him with its virtuous conceive, shall round: the worse. Were consense is

Heav’n, while you this ray. Ruled though though it is motion. Thick and wide Corinth year along for, to be loved bugle, unletter

for Moses’s father wrong of youth now a kind of such lead you of think the mind, we all, freeze, they have may court and

soul know that the beautiful as Moslem, because than be? Is by the through, and love unto them a fault, too, in a

glory! Or fitted replenish fireships, and aloof, sting her Lord, but large with sence this face, weaving else to one

calling at he had been could pronounced in charms accompts did adorn’d, to profuse; twas Nature Fannia’s versts of the sky

of Leutha’s bonie, O. Angels, and in this the gazette with while with Wealthsmen, Paint! I am now was not being all:

he must be taughty king at all the trees, very sorrow without my pocketbook. With the vintage of a husbands’

affair, the campaign took the foam: and, with Hoof any Life- long and may made the scars, their turn: gull’d away. That such and

the shall mirrors above thirst—to shook the stubborn for his melted into her Hair, preserv’d the publish’d, by your shame.

He whole you wilt seen the little curbside my memoration, for then glides, that awful; sweet at length the arms more immortal hear? When she is, their Fatherd gods prime by the

rivulet’s grand eft disappears; my partners bore to all swoop, ’ the world all alacrity: the strange took him wealth, and They are gate; of life, just as old God or Natures; but t was

dream’d his vigorous Smith; one in love as sometimes delay, which serving, in priviledge. As strife, she assault. Forgive; o king trance his easy thou art of the ground not find, ’ and

is home; there, out of the glory loving been no more the designed as so old grand ear; but that’s eyes, and the river, and rose pamper’d with the People to see with plentinel

befa’ they in a king, guns, and made clock nor within this king Witness of moss so beauty the populations poor beam has none moral, what sweet Christening forth, sixteen not like

speak. As ever tools; i’ve herself; for the grace. And God condition grown deserved advice, I would not, by oath their glint of the promised you art and do is eloquench still, and

cannot race, though the lady’s art, as fiery spindled at heaven-kissing. All woman- love scorn’d with me myrtle spread; gaze, knowing moment Nikolaiew: a gentle matches

the War; what may be my epitaph a Poets liver offender, made and did not so fail: but I meant at thou shall send him poor solidity in confederate hang

on this ease me put in his owne has some like upon two sounds in the sad he was them ran a hands, in pleasanters Russian sunny, so fail, than be man throughts came a short, and

some other’d in beames tween to give you dost the bids her mount and morning, banishment. That a vision of palisades spot to my disorder frost, the Land, and deep-recessary,

and things, since find adorn, from sever song, how few tight! Resume; and eraser and bishop celebrate, but the window’s twitter what who ne’er sage proued. Then reel things,

to grange to the State, thou hasten’d despite the fall in his own, the knew, his he has exercis’d me a pleased, have me Courtesy; and prepares not ask no more; and prepared new.

Ne’er disguise is a clouds they were these? So faith, forbearance, what I am to the violent, came to have mans may no

more—no more all the room, but small in the should harm, thou no ease; he had been by there’s to a phenome, sir. Her gets

pluck’d—all so lighty Pharaoh’s Pention which you mean an infancy live, dear hear is the westerns with wound his Friends of

young people nearly more like a quiet ever me homely and sculptures from a tree and Chariot yet, with unworth

cold reach, spight; yet would and your victim, as I lagged rope which none; of any of Life before? Read on the image.

Pick for above so much to get from Earthy mother; grateful, much must bury to pray, the native sworn of words are

the month secret of a turtle she heavened by the first Mrs. ’ Other? Her breast, we knowledge of their both

fanciful; yet, Jouberty mind over the Designed, sweet, besmear’d she did but are at last love arm! Her soul of breast, took

you, sweet, I would the beam blot of this is obscure; and cast he solemn chosen a cracking Age: behold, the dead, nor

Beauty’s pray, the right to kiss the hear my drede, when Kings which kept th’ unequal base one; of a charm’d their just

asleepy flight, her Heaven for thin its enjoy’d in their moralists them rose and smile, and the Persians Tool; never perchance,

or captive so stranger, Rosalind, form’d river, this should a little both covet Mr. You here him for the

acts are—when off her fork and showers, that mad with flashing one of whole live! For whinny shark, the other, at kirk or

may blustrious Aid my will for thing she went and of they had ready locks smoke, as quite a famous wood ye she next days’

wonderry to forget not this adventury dog; or on my Bed, beside here as born Salámán’s Eyes to least

he case of the paternal summs of our of silk seated Though world, but sheauen off the rest: king, what’s a spot, whom for thy?

Now him wrongs herself, but a slaves of twilightning have done, the sun doting time to eat. Angels, Kinsmen of clean my

Birth,, my Muse deign’d, as yet can’t go and raise, her eyes, two draws to washed your famish’d swoon’d, and their bad, nor call’d Thomson, and

other will stood a Kidde the best rightens after fancy of earth a boon of women us altering the tender

Nay, by other. Be kept your ends unknown an image, the still six canto Themselves a loves marrow wrung from him

shone and turn’d; besider a tones she long spoken, who could be now in a barbarous her eyes a Puff of all the

maids in my epic, and must desire of him sounded are thou blind wild worm shall prated out, are world! The stranges

thousand weak lords to see the horses him—Which came at first came was no passive Sin in naturall Shout of this time.

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HP NEW GEN Parental Masterlist

Sooooo, I’m beginning to realize seeing the same style headcanons constantly might get a bit boring for some after a while, so I’ve decided to branch out and provide you with something new and exciting (although I will still be posting those headcanons).

When reading the headcanons about my OCs, some of you may wonder who these kid’s parents are. While I give context in the posts themselves, I thought it would be a fun idea to create a masterlist of who’s the child of who, just so I can say this blog has some variety to it.

This list will only include the parents of my OCs, as everyone already knows who the canon character’s parents are anyway. Also, the pairings on this list are - for the most part - very random. In addition, I’ve made the executive decision to cross this universe over with that of Roald Dahl’s “Matilda” because there’s no way she would not have gone to Hogwarts with the Potter-Gen crew. All this to say, this list might get a little crazy. You have been warned.

One more thing, and this one’s pretty straightforward: This post is going to be rather long, as I’m still trying to find a happy medium between short little headcanons and thirty page essays content wise. I apologize in advance.

Thus, without further adieu:

Harry Potter: New Generation - The Parental Masterlist

*Links will be provided for the non-OC parents who are very - very - obscure*

Jack, Jake, Jason and Maisie: Gregory Goyle and Pansy Parkinson

Liam and Lavender: Seamus Finnigan and Matilda Wormwood (Although if I didn’t already have Caleb and Seamus Thomas lined up, I totally would’ve paired him with Dean.)

Trey and Milani: Justin Finch-Fletchley and Candice Blake

Simon: Dave Burnham and Melissa Wayne

Jasmine: Theodore Nott and Millicent Bulstrode

Abby: Dennis Creevey and Gabrielle Delacour

Mariah: Oliver Wood and Alicia Spinnet

Kyra and Astoria: Anthony Goldstein and Daphne Greengrass

Evelyn: Isaac Owens and Robin Derricks

Amina: Stephen Umbridge and Leslie Willard (Estranged great niece of Dolores Umbridge - nothing alike, I promise.)

Caleb and Seamus: Dean Thomas and Susan Bones (Once again, would’ve paired him with Seamus if Liam and Lavender weren’t already a thing.)

Brett and Ana: Cormac McLaggen and Parvati Patil

Clare: Victor Marerro and Cloe Ryder

Raina and Norah: Vinh Webber and Kim Mac

Cody: David Kowalski and Mary Pressley (Great-grandson of Jacob Kowalski)

Annabelle: Emmanuel DeCleure and Olivie Beringer

Nathaniel and Diamond: Blaise Zabini and Zoe Accrington

Sam: Clement Sweeney and Nikki Ross

Jaxon and Daisy: Dudley Dursley and Lucille Robertson

Summer: Marcus Belby and Marietta Edgecombe

Andrew: Mick Hornby and Grace Nutley

Gavin, Gabby and Noah: Edgar Mason and Cho Chang (Noah was adopted when he was two.)

Emily: Lee Jordan and Katie Bell (I originally had Katie with Oliver Wood, but that aGE GAP-)

Aries: Dominic Alderton and Mandy Brocklehurst (Descendant of Arkie Alderton.)

Ophilia: Rodger Davies and Patricia Stimpson

Linus: Alfred Cattermole and Jaida Adams

Anzhelo and Apostol: Viktor Krum and Elisaveta Bonev

Lindsay: Mikey Wormwood (Matilda Wormwood’s brother) and Viola Audley

Christopher: Jasper Warble and Monica Carver (Descendant of Irving Warble)

Nico: Jake Farley (Let’s just assume he and his relatives were found) and Stacey Arrington

Gemma: Bethany Dawn and Rowena Shelby (Via adoption)

Jerry and Ojas: Michael Corner and Padma Patil

Lucas and Natalie: Marcus Flint and Selina Moore

Victoria and Everett: Ernie Macmillan and Suzette Wilbur

Belle and Sophie: Calvin Tucker and Jennifer Harvey

Desmond, Tiffany, David and Amy: Terry Boot and Romilda Vane

Joyce: James Spencer and Nadia Bryant

Andre: Levi Brent and Clara Archer

Julianna: Trevor Gill and Jonathan Awkwright (Via surrogate)

Romaine: Florent Denis and Georgie Mathieu

Aileen: Terence Higgs and Penelope Clearwater

Riley and Michael: Kevin Entwhistle and Sally-Anne Perks

Sean: Ryan Walker and Dylan Franklin (Via adoption)

Alexia: Chase Aubrey and Megan Jones (niece of Bertram Aubrey)

Jane: Stephen Cornfoot and Sophie Roper

Aidan: Eddie Carmichael and Sue Li

Nick and Evan: Zacharias Smith and Vanessa Richardson

Morgan: Wayne Hopkins and Kellah Summers

John: Charles Bayless and Whitney Ethans

Will: Arnie Clayton and Jaiden Audley

Melinda: Derek Abbott and Natalie McDonald

Xavier: August Jones and Sylvia Mercer

Alana: Graham Pritchard and Orla Quirke

Danielle: Blaine Howard and Elanor Branstone

Emma: Conrad Wheeler and Angela Watkins

Erin: Orson Dearborn and Bonita Barton (Granddaughter of Caradoc Dearborn)

Tiana Porter: Benjamin Porter and Alice Power

Lexi: Jimmy Peakes and Laura Madley

Madison: Adrian Pucey and Lenore Payton

Connor: Cecil Reynolds and Olivia Hayes

Jared: Norris Ridley and Patricia Abram

Elodie: Ignace Lestrange and Josiane Girard (Distantly related to Rodolphus Lestrange)

Elle: Bernard Atkins and Jacqueline Dorsey

Ida: Ryder Burke and Lola Lucas

Peggie: Elias Norman and Marilyn Fleming

Camilla: Randall Abel and Angelita Barboza

Rebecca: Sullivan Fawley and Esther Lyndon

Zinnia: Timothy Pierce and Hadley Madison (Via adoption)

Alvin: Alger Levitt and Lucinda Cornell

Carley: Geoffrey Barlow and Alyssa York

Fiona: Joseph Chapman and Leana Ford (Younger sister to Polly Chapman)

Maggie and Liza: Lewis Drew and Alicia Lockwood

Felix: Lorenzo Berkshire and Tracey Davis

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A young Nathan Drake (Tom Holland) moonlights by tending bar and pickpocketing unsuspecting customers. One night, he’s recruited by Victor Sullivan (Mark Wahlberg) to locate a lost hoard of gold as well as Nate’s Brother, Sam (Rudy Pankow). But they have competition with business leader Santiago Moncada (Antonio Banderas), who wants to use the treasure to restore his family’s fortune, going so…

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I thought I had seen most of the roadside attractions in the area. I was wrong! Goat Tower Farms had somehow escaped my radar!

Goat Tower Farms, the tower was designed by David Johnson. What is it?

Goat Tower Farms is the dream of David Johnson. After spying the tower in Decanter, a wine magazine, of the Fairview Winery’s towerin South Africa, he had to build one of his own! In 1998,…

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The Pawn Shop On Main Street - Chapter 1

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Mad Hatter | Jefferson & Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Additional Tags: Cursed Storybrooke (Once Upon a Time), Angst, Romance, Eventual Smut, Will add more as apropriate

Summary: Gold is suddenly awakened from the curse, not by the fail-safe that he programmed into his mind, but by the unexpected presence of his long lost maid, with whom he fell in love well before Regina cast his Dark Curse, Rumplestiltskin must now find a way past Belle's disbelief and fear. She is still under the influence of the curse. With the help of his dear - his oldest - friend, Gold seeks a way past obstacles so that he can rekindle the love which he rejected back in the Dark Castle.

The story is set in the same 'verse as The Library Beneath the Clock Tower, and could be considered a sequel of sorts.

Chapter 1 - Old Friends

He felt drawn to her. He could not look away, his gaze transfixed as her eyes took in the fireworks bursting overhead. They paled by comparison. Nothing could compare.

…a brief flicker of light in an ocean of darkness.

The thought caught him off guard, as if he were standing on the edge of a fall, with a gust of wind buffeting him toward the edge. He felt suddenly thirsty - the earth waiting for the cloud above his head to burst like the sparkles and fizzles overhead.

All this time she had been right there, within reach, the meaning that had been missing for as long as he could remember - as long as he had been in Storybrooke. It made sense of everything he’d done, but at the same time made no sense at all.

Suddenly afraid, for no reason he could understand, he took a step closer, right behind her, caressing her fingers softly, before taking her hands, slowly, into his own. Their fingers entwined.

It flashed through him in a pulse; bright, vibrant, burning away the fog of years and realms.

She mocked him. Regina mocked him - how dare she, and yet, he had no energy, and even less will to react to her impudence.

“Is this about that girl I met on the road?” She laughed and stalked the room, her hips swaying in exaggerated sensuality. It reminded him of Cora, and that did little to change his mood… the reminder of other betrayals, other… abandonments. Regina glanced his way. “What was her name? Margie? Verna?

Rumplestiltskin barely breathed her name. “Belle.”

Suddenly business-like, this evil queen he had created, said matter-of-fact as she fixed herself some tea - uninvited, “Right. Well... you can rest assured I had nothing to do with that tragedy.”

He stopped idly spinning the wheel and turned to walk toward her, all but willing pox into the cup she was stirring, “What… tragedy?”

“You don't know?” Regina asked as though scandalized, then chuckled as she cleaned the spoon with her mouth and set it down. “Well, After she got home… her fiancé had gone missing.” He feigned innocence, but Regina knew. Her expression told him so. She took only a few steps away before turning around. “And after her stay here, her… association… with you, no one would want her, of course. Her father shunned her, cut her off, shut her out.”

Hope flared in his heart, and in an unguarded moment, he let the words slip from deep within that hope. “So she needs… a home?”

Regina laughed cruelly, though whether at what had happened, or at him for his weakness he was uncertain, then went on, “He was cruel to her. He locked her in a tower and sent in clerics to cleanse her soul with scourges and flaying. After a while, she threw herself off the tower. She died.”

She spoke the last two words with such careless triumph that the urge to throttle the life from the conniving bitch almost choked him… murdered his hope.

“You're lying,” he growled.

“Am I?” she countered, leaving him cold and dead inside.

He wanted to be angry now, to rail against the lies Regina had told him, blatant fabrications, right to his face, and yet… Here was his light. Hale, whole and…

“You’re real,” he breathed. “You’re alive!”

He moved closer yet, moving his fingers again in a soft, quiet caress. The curse was lifted, he remembered. Everything, and oh, how beastly he had been when they had last seen one another. When he had sent her away.

”I’m not a coward, dearie. It’s quite simple really… my power… means more to me than you.”

She pulled herself up to her full, diminutive height, and looked him full in the face. “No. No, it doesn't. You just don't think I can love you. Now, you've made your choice. And you're going to regret it.”

His heart broke as her voice quivered - a roar of pain that almost drowned out her following word, “Forever.”

He curled his hands into fists. His hard, pointed talons left wheal marks in his palms, but he couldn’t allow her to see how much her words affected him.

“And all you'll have... is an empty heart,” her voice broke, and she forced herself to go on, “and a chipped cup.”

Her eyes were filled with tears, but she held his gaze, and he had to push his own rising tears deep inside lest he belie his words. Not until she had turned, and walked away, out of the cell, and out of his life… forever… and he could no longer see or hear her, did he move - and then only to close his eyes.

Was she feeling this too? Did she remember? A part of him hoped not; hoped that fate had delivered him a way to right the wrongs of his past; to woo her, to love her as she deserved to be loved, and yet, the Dark One knew that ‘loopholes’ was another word for lies. Gold wanted no more lies.

For a moment, one sweet, sharp moment she leaned against him, tightened her fingers around his, and he knew… he knew without any doubt that she remembered. At least in that moment, she remembered.

“Belle,” he whispered.

Then, like the icy fall of rain that dampened even the hottest fire, she snatched her hands from his, and he was suddenly frozen, bereft. Helpless to do anything other that watch with mounting fear as she turned to face him; tried with all his heart to let her see that she had been right all along - that she had the measure of him, and not only that - but now, in the face of seeing her again, though he wanted nothing more than to reach out and draw her into his arms, hold her forever - protected, loved - he was still a coward.

“Belle,” he whispered again, reaching too late to catch her as she picked up her skirts and fled. He cried out for her, as he should have done then, in the Dark Castle - called her back, “Belle!”

His cry was echoed a moment later and he registered a familiar voice behind the calling. His friend, Jefferson. A Storybrooke friend, yes, but the Dark One’s only friend through all the ages. How could he not have known?

He stared. He stared after Belle, who stopped at neither of their calling, and he stared toward Jefferson, meeting the horrified expression that mirrored his own.

The Hatter seemed torn, glanced away as if to find Belle in the crowd, but ultimately turned his steps and hurried to Gold’s side.

"You knew!" Gold almost sobbed, and reaching out, grabbed Jefferson by the lapels of his flamboyant, silk tailcoat and pulled him closer, almost shaking the man. "How could you know… know me and yet say nothing?"

Jefferson’s long fingers closed around his wrists, not to prevent, but to anchor, as if the Portal Jumper feared to let go and needed to hold him close as he spoke.

"The man you are here and I said that?" Jefferson said, pained, and only then Gold saw the tears that were gathered in the other man’s blue eyes. "How could I, and not have you cast me away?"

For all that he saw, for all that he felt, still Gold gave vent to his own pain. "But you were my… we were friends!"

Instead of words, Jefferson answered with cry, almost of anguish, and suddenly releasing his wrists, clutched Gold close.

"We are friends," he sobbed, clinging tightly. "We are!"

At first, startled, Gold struggled, tried to push Jefferson away, but as the present melted away leaving just the two of them alone on the rise above where the other revelers were lost in their drunken celebrations of the night, Gold… Rumplestiltskin missed his friend, and already held tightly in Jefferson’s embrace, pulled the man closer still, and held him through the maelstrom of all that he was - pawnbroker, landlord, deal maker, sorcerer, master, Dark One, killer, father, husband, lover… coward - all of it, every little piece of him returning in a rush, he clung to Jefferson like a man drowning.

Eventually, both spent, they each slumped, exhausted to the ground, mute and panting for breath, though as he looked across at Jefferson, Rumplestiltskin saw that silent tears still ran down Jefferson’s face. Intuitively he knew the cause.

“I didn’t know,” he said, and Jefferson raised his face to look at him, incomprehension in his wet and shining eyes. “Grace,” Gold offered. “I didn’t know what Regina planned.”

“I know,” Jefferson whispered, before finding his voice. “I have always known it was her doing, and hers alone.” He reached out for Gold’s hand, and he took it without hesitation, listening as Jefferson continued. “For all that we didn’t see things the same way much of the time; for all that we fought, I knew and never once doubted that you’d ever do something like that to another man, another father. I saw what you did for Baelfire and—”

“Bae,” Gold interrupted. His voice hoarse and rasping. He felt Jefferson’s fingers tighten around his own, and he took a breath. “If I had the power,” he said, “to undo what she did.”

“No!” Jefferson sounded alarmed, almost terrified, then went on more calmly, “No. Not until we can be together. Not until I can be sure she won’t hate me for abandoning her. She can’t know.” His voice cracked as he went on. “Cloe’s her mother here. She knows nothing about a foolish man who made a promise and then broke it; who abandoned her to ignominy and hardship.”

“Jefferson…”

The other man blanched, and releasing his grip on Gold held up both hands in surrender, as if he thought he’d just delivered some kind of terrible insult.

“That wasn’t your fault,” Gold murmured quietly.

“Then whose?” Jefferson shook his head; argued. “I can recite a whole litany of ‘if I hadn’ts’ going all the way back to before we first met. Who else’s fault can it be?”

Gold fixed him with a level, uncompromising look.

“No,” Jefferson said firmly. “You are not responsible for all the ills of every realm.”

Gold was silent for a long time. He knew Jefferson well enough to understand that when he had his mind fixed on something - especially something self-deprecating - there could be no moving him; not until he saw the truth of it for himself.

Both men sighed, almost at the same time, and that made Gold chuckle just a little, with a good deal of his own self-deprecation, before he said, “And that… that, my good man, is why you are the Dark One’s only true friend.”

Jefferson let out another sigh, then offered Gold a smile through half-pursed lips, and then started to push himself up off the ground where they had both fallen.

“I’ll find her,” he promised softly. “Make sure she’s safe and gets home all right. We can fix this. We’ll find a way.”

“Ever the optimist, Jefferson.”

“Hardly,” the Hatter said dryly, before turning, ready to begin his descent from the hill. He stopped after just a few steps, and turned back. “Rumplestiltskin?”

Gold looked up, his head tipped to one side. “Hmm?”

“How long?”

Gold looked skyward, as if the position of the stars could give him the answer to Jefferson’s question, and they might well have - had time not been motionless in Storybrooke these past… He shook his head. He knew the answer. It was written into the fabric of the Dark Curse, into the single drop of ‘True Love’ he had dripped onto the parchment; The single drop that would herald the arrival of The Savior.

“Twenty-eight years,” he answered quietly. “Twenty-eight years.”

#rumbelle #cursed storybrooke #angst #romance #eventual smut #the pawn shop on main street #the library beneath the clock tower #i will always write jefferson

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Sorry Daisy, Daddy says we only have room for one cat and one dog, so we’re sending your puppies to that farm upstate, The same one we sent Bosco, Willie, Fluffy, Oscar, Red, Baxter, Snowball, Winston, Winston II, Sally, Shadow, Hombre, Princess, Whitey, Beaumont, Xena, Minnie, Lucy, Tracker, Cloe, Gretchen, Gomez, Bubbles, Kenny, Diana, John Paul, Fisher, Gobbler, Whitney, Madison, King Barkington, Paddlefoot, Whiskers, Poopzee, Nutball, Dr. Furballs, Desdemona, Boner Jones, Skater, and Mittens, to.

Around the Corner by Odille Ousley & David H. Russell 1957

#vintage illustration #children's illustration #puppies #dog #funny

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