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letarasstuff · 2 years

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The Quiet after a Storm

(A/N): Hello, this is plays in the same settings as the previous story I wrote including Moon Knight, but you don't need to read it. The only important information you need from it, is that the fem!reader is a teenager and a relative to Marc and lives permanently with them and Layla

(A/N) 2: Reupload bc after 24 hours it still wasn't showing up in the tags

Summary: Dealing with feelings is difficult. Dealing with feelings as a teenager is even more difficult. But Marc and Steven are equipped to help.

Warnings: description of overwhelming feelings, crying breakdown because of those, fluff to balance out the sad in hurt/comfort style

Wordcount: 1.4k

✨Masterlist✨ _________________________

“How do you deal with it?” Confused Steven looks up from his book. “Wha’? Wha’ are you talking about, love?” (Y/N) makes a big gesture, trying to get her point across. “The- feelings? How do you deal with them?” Sensing that this will be a conversation that needs his full attention, he closes the book and puts his reading glasses aside.

“Love, did something happen we need to be informed about?” (Y/N) shakes her head, but hesitates a moment before answering.

“No- Yes? I don’t know. I- It’s just… I get all of these emotions inside of me and I try to pick one up and decide what it is and what purpose it is serving me, but I come up with nothing? And then I think that I may be just hungry or tired or exhausted by all the school work and meeting people and maybe it’s just my social battery running low. But then I have eaten, relaxed, a few nights of good sleep and did my self care routine and I still feel like I can’t hold a thought for longer than two seconds? And the harder I grasp at those feelings the more they are slipping through my fingers, it’s like trying to catch sand when you are in the water at the beach. Nothing makes sense, and then there is an occasional memory and I also try to make sense of that one and everything is just a big giant mess.” She throws her hands up in despair, after plopping down on the sofa.

“Am I a bad person to feel like this? I feel like I don’t have a reason to have all of my feelings out of control like this. Am I faking how I feel? Am I just doing all of this for attention? Why is being human such a big mess? I’m a bad person, am I, Steven?”

At the end she is rambling, her monologue only stopping for the fraction of a second to get some air. After (Y/N) is finished, Steven takes a seat beside her. He slings an arm around her shoulder and pulls her into his side. “This really sounds like a giant mess. Have you considered that you may need to cry?” He asks her tentatively. In the six months the teenager is living with them, the Brit hasn’t seen her cry once. Neither has Marc.

Not that this is an important point, never seeing a person cry, but it’s something interesting to keep in mind the two of them decided once.

Quickly (Y/N) frees herself out of the hug after hearing Steven’s suggestion. “Did you seriously ask me to cry? And then what, everything is magically better?” She throws him an incredulous look, as if he told her to grow a second head to solve the problem at her hand. But this doesn’t phase him.

“Yes, I did. There are different articles and papers about how crying can be beneficial to you. And I mean, we all cry. Some more than others, but there is no shame to that. It just can be helpful. For me, it is. And I know for a fact that the same counts for Marc and Layla. It’s just a natural response as a human being to messes in life. I don’t wanna sound mean, but your life has been a mess for some time and you have now the time to process it. So of course there are feelings that are unresolved. It’s only logical. Just as there have to be feelings you are not familiar with yet, because you had to deal with situations you weren’t in before. Maybe a good cry can help you. If not, we can look for other solutions, such as you talking to Marc or Layla. Or talking to a therapist, if you want to.”

The teen still looks unconvinced. “You do know that crying is a sign of weakness? You make other people know that you are overwhelmed by your feelings and that you are unable to deal with them. How can this be beneficial, being vulnerable like that?”

Steven’s face softens at that admission. He pulls her back into the embrace, drawing light patterns on her back. “Oh no, Love. There is no such thing as weakness, especially when you cry. It’s quite the opposite. Opening yourself up to another person like that, it’s taking courage. If you feel the need, just let it out. Nothing to judge there. It’s a good and healthy way to express yourself. But like I said, if this is not the right thing for you, we can look for something different. Like writing, drawing, even run-” A loud sob cuts him off.

(Y/N)’s body is shaking, sobs wracking through it, desperately making their way up to finally escape. Who knows how long she had been holding them in, shoving them down deeper and deeper to make sure they stayed there. Tears are running down her face like it’s a competition of which one makes their way down first. It looks like a never ending race with no winner ever being appointed.

The Brit is holding her even tighter, rocking their bodies back and forth, whispering soothing words into her ear. “You are safe with us, let it all out. We’ll protect you for as long as you want us to. You don’t need to worry about that anymore. Let it out, give your feelings the space they need to be expressed.”

If you ask her, (Y/N) wouldn't be able to assign a time on how long they sat there like that, her crying and him talking and guiding her through it. It could have been minutes, hours, days, she really doesn’t have any clue. If you ask Steven, he would tell you that it doesn’t matter. Feelings are there to be felt and you need to feel them for as long as it’s needed.

The next thing (Y/N) clearly remembers is her waking up on the couch, her head in his lap with the TV playing in the background. “Hello there, Bean. You feelin’ better?” Marc asks her, his hand is running up and down her shoulder in a soothing manner. The teenager takes a bit to think about the question, trying to figure out the answer. “Actually, I do. Everything is so- so clear now? Like, it’s like the air has cleared after a storm with thunder and heavy rain. It is- it is calmer now.” Marc smiles at that. “That’s all I’m asking for. Steven is really good at making sense of how we feel, even before we know it ourselves.”

This elicits a laugh from her, a sound he learned to miss over the last few weeks. Seeing that smile on her face makes the pain he felt while watching her cry worth it.

(Y/N) Sits up and rubs the sleep from her eyes. As if he read her thoughts, Marc hands her a glass of water that's already placed on the coffee table. He must have gotten up while she was napping.

“Ok, I thought about some nice afternoon activities. We can go out with Layla, go to the movies and get a nice dinner afterwards. Or we stay here, have a movie marathon and order take out. I already texted Layla and she is fine with either option, so the decision is all yours.” Weighing the options, (Y/N) sways her head from one side to another.

“I have to admit that a movie marathon and take out sound better than putting on outside clothes, actually going outside and talking to strangers.” Another soft smile graces her face after making her decision, which makes Marc smile in return.

He nods. “Good, I’ll text Layla, she’ll pick up some snacks and stuff, ok?” (Y/N) nods again, putting her head on his shoulder.

Not even half an hour later Layla opens the door, scouting their apartment only to find her favorite people to cuddle on the couch, Marc snoring loud and (Y/N) drooling onto his shirt.

It’s a picture that finds its home next to the others from day trips and beautiful moments on the fridge.

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fairyyeo · 2 years

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head spin

pairing — richkid!taehyun x richkid!reader

featuring — yeonjun, soobin, chaewon, and jay

genre — gossip girl au

tw — alcohol consumption

wc — 1.4k

a/n — inspired by a gossip girl episode i just watched idk i kinda had fun writing this im probably gonna turn it into a full fic if everyone likes it !!!!

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it was your birthday. not even a significant one, yet a party with this much grandeur would suggest otherwise. anyone would think it was celebrating a holiday like christmas or new year's eve.

to be fair, it was pretty magnificent and you were having the time of your life. in fact, you hadn't been this happy for a while. school was kicking your ass, not that you'd let it show, and your family couldn't care less about your feelings as they kept trying to force your relationship with choi yeonjun.

yeonjun was not a bad guy by any means. you truly did care for him as a friend and you knew the feeling was mutual. the two of you just weren't suited for each other romantically and you both knew this. it was becoming increasingly difficult to attend family affairs together and play the part of childhood sweethearts, linking arms and kissing cheeks as you were introduced to more forgettable faces. if you were being honest, this arrangement between your families was doing anything but bring you two together, lately you felt as though it was driving you apart.

you couldn't blame yeonjun, any time outside of school was pretty much spent at your side or yours at his. he was growing tired of pretending and getting worse at hiding it. you knew he was seeing other people frequently and you really didn't care, as long as he didn't get caught and make the situation more difficult for the both of you. if it kept him sane, you didn't mind. you didn't want to lose your friend completely.

speaking of yeonjun, you hadn't seen him for a while. you weaved through the crowd of people dressed to the nines, like yourself, and headed to the bar.

"hey chae, have you seen yeonjun recently?" you asked chaewon as she downed a shot.

"you just missed him, he came to snatch a bottle of wine and dragged soobin away with him." she giggled picking up her glass that the bartender refilled.

you quickly scanned the room and managed to catch a glimpse of yeonjun and soobin stumbling upstairs, one holding the wine and the other holding the glasses.

you rolled your eyes jokingly, "i just hope they end up in a guest room and not my bedroom."

chaewon laughed loudly, leaning back as she clutched her stomach, "yeonjun becomes more shameless everyday."

"yeah," you chuckled, motioning for the bartender to pour you a shot, "i do wish he'd be a little more careful, though."

chaewon knew where this conversation was going, she'd heard it many times before—not that she minded. she knew that talking about it was good for you, since there was no one else you trusted to tell. she always tried to keep the discussion light and full of jokes, you needed that and she knew it.

taehyun, who's eyes had been laser focused on you all night, could also easily guess where the conversation had ended up, even if he was on the other side of the room. your palm rested on your hairline as chaewon smiled, trying to coax a smile from you. he knew that look of despair on your face and chaewon's matching look of persistence as she continued joking about your complicated relationship with yeonjun.

he felt relieved when he finally saw you crack a grin and stand back up, heading back onto the makeshift dance floor—which looked incredible, if he did say so himself. after all, he'd organised this whole party, not that you knew it.

taehyun didn't even hear the girl who'd been talking to him for the last five minutes, he was lost in his own mind. "sorry, i need some air." he'd said bluntly, leaving her mid-sentence.

taehyun strode towards the patio balcony, grabbing a beer along the way. chaewon didn't miss this and was going to follow him out but chose to let him be alone for a minute first, since that's clearly what he wanted.

truthfully, you hadn't even been aware that taehyun was at your party. in your defense, there were a lot of people there and you didn’t get the chance to properly greet at least half of them.

chaewon decided she’d let taehyun mope for long enough. she was going to get him back inside one way or another.

she headed outside to the balcony, making sure to close the glass sliding door a little too loudly so that taehyun would know she’s there. as planned, taehyun threw a half-ass glance over his shoulder to see who had joined him.

“hi kang,” chaewon greeted, going to stand next to him, “what’s going on?” she dragged out the end of the question in a light-hearted tone.

“just getting some air.” replied, not bothering to spare chaewon another glance.

to his surprise, she laughed. “you’re lying. only sad people escape to the balcony at parties.” her eyes narrowed, “so what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know you that well.” taehyun tried to wriggle out of the question.

“i know, but i’m so smashed i probably won’t remember in the morning anyway.” she shrugged.

now she was the liar, but so what?

taehyun let out a big breath, like he’d been holding it for some time. “if you say so.”

“what’s the problem, kang?” chaewon asked, pushing herself up to sit on the railing.

taehyun immediately pulled her down as he simply replied, “its y/n.”

she almost choked on her drink, “well that’s not what i was expecting.”

“yeah, well, y’know.” it was his turn to shrug.

“what is it about y/n? do you like them?” chaewon questioned, starting to talk a little more seriously since he clearly wasn’t the laugh-off-your-problems type.

“what? no.” he replied a little too quickly and with too much defence in his tone, “i’m just worried about them.”

“why’s that?” she asked.

“well, it’s like this…” taehyun began.

the sofa you were sitting on had a great view of the balcony, so great in fact, that you saw the way chaewon placed a hand on taehyun’s back.

interesting, you thought. you were sure that chaewon wasn’t into boys.

you didn’t get much time to consider the situation as the guy sitting next to you slung his arm around you, pulling you closer.

“i don’t believe i’ve had the chance to wish you a happy birthday yet.” he practically whispered in your ear.

you recognised him as jay-something, you couldn’t remember his last name for the life of you. but that didn’t seem to matter to him as he placed a hand under your chin and turned your face towards him.

“is this okay for a birthday gift?” jay asked, making sure he wasn’t crossing any lines.

perhaps he didn’t know you and yeonjun were ‘dating’, perhaps he’d seen yeonjun run upstairs with soobin, or perhaps people were finally starting to realise the relationship wasn’t real between the two of you. whatever it was, not many people often offered to kiss you at parties, and when they did, you politely turned them down in fear of getting spotted with someone other than yeonjun.

however, if yeonjun was upstairs having a little fun, then you could do the same. besides, it was your birthday after all.

you nodded, “i couldn’t ask for anything better.”

with that, jay leant it and placed his lips on yours. it wasn’t long before you were on his lap and getting a little too carried away. to be fair, it had been a long time since you made out with someone, since you never did that with yeonjun and rarely had the opportunity to with anyone else. so you could excuse yourself for getting a little carried away, hands in hair and yearning kisses.

“…and now they’re in there sucking face with jay park.” taehyun said blankly, though he couldn’t bring himself to be mad when you pulled away with the biggest grin on your face.

“at least they look happy.” chaewon reasoned while she tried to soak in the entire dilemma that taehyun had just shared with her.

“that’s all i want.” he looked away, not able to stomach the sight of jay pulling you in for another kiss.

“we’ll work this out kang, don’t you worry too much, okay?” chaewon pat his back comfortingly once more before heading towards the door.

just as she was about to leave, taehyun called over his shoulder, “thanks for the talk, kim.”

she simply waved goodbye as she went back inside, leaving taehyun alone like he originally intended to be.

taehyun thought back on his conversation with chaewon. he knew he wasn’t in love, the two of you were nothing more than acquaintances, it wasn’t possible.

but if that was the case, then why was the thought of you making out with jay park completely nauseating? and why did the sight of your smile make his head spin?

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playedbetter · 4 months

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@the-haunted-office said: From the multimuse questions meme: 5, 9, 13, 14, 25

(Soft reminder to please include the full context, meaning the full prompt/question not just the number/symbol when sending me memes)

which of your muses needs / wants a hug the most?

Going by my current fandom divisions (which I need to put on my doc along with a lot of new muses)

Crime: Kento and his past life Dolly Harris tie for need thanks to being abducted from their families and raised without love; Haru Maeda is the runner up. Badger would like a hug the most.

Horror: Clara both needs and wants one the most on account of being sixteen, responsible for saving a town, and hated by nearly everybody.

Superhero: Incredibly tough competition due to taking this to mean love and affection there is a three way tie between Zatanna Zatara, Zachary Zatara, and Nick Necro. All of them crave love and affection and all have things that get in the way of that. Nathan McDonald wants a hug the most.

Vampires: Lucy Westenra, between all the infantileaztion she went through, dying horribly at age nineteen, and then everything afterwards, she really could use a hug.

Actual Play: Beauregard Lionett, please give this woman a sense of security with the people she loves.

Discworld: I can't recommend hugging any of them for either your safeties stake (Vimes, Vetinari, Adora) or your wallets (Moist). That said, Moist von Lipwig.

Dragon Age: Zinnia Lavellan, she has suffered more than Andraste and her story isn't even over yet.

League of Legends: A tie between Aphelios and Alune, both isolated terribly and put through questionable training and oppression that threatened their lives.

Borderlands: 100% Angel, any sort of affection or love would be amazing for her.

Overwatch: Amélie LaCroix takes the cake thanks to everything that Talon has put her through, please hug her.

Team Fortress 2: Honestly I don't think a hug would help any of them in any major way, though Heavy likes hugs so go give him one.

Misc: The Narrator and Joey Mallone tie for both having spent countless years unable to touch anybody else and watch their loved one slowly die while either going insane or watching their loved one be insane.

Danganronpa: Mukuro Ikusaba and Inuko Hachiya tie thanks to both growing up in completely child inappropriate situations and facing heavy abuse for the stake of despair.

Homestuck: Vriska Serket, another case of how much a secure relationship would actually help.

which of your muses tends to be the group “mom friend”?

Going by my current fandom divisions

Crime: Dallas, he goes mother hen over the gang and trying to get them to get along.

Horror: Artemy Brukah, he can't help but worry so much about everyone and making sure they all have what they need.

Superhero: Barbara Gordon, even when you don't know it she will have your back and keep you covered.

Vampires: Don't say it to her face but Damsel, she is shockingly nosey and absolutely will show you the ropes, there's a reason she's known as a den mother.

Actual Play: None of them, Fjord comes the closest but he's more of a dad friend.

Discworld: By the metric of being nurturing Vetinari, nobody in their right mind would say this though.

Dragon Age: Garrett Hawke, before every adventure he makes sure everybody has their gear, he will cook you soup, he will make you wear warm clothing in winter.

League of Legends: Yone. Literally canonically described as a mom friend.

Borderlands: Absolutely none of them asking for responsibility from these people is like asking water from a rock.

Overwatch: Honestly none of these guys either, none of them are really that nurturing.

Team Fortress 2: Heavy is the only one of them worth a nurturing bone in his body.

Misc: Kim Kitsuragi, his near endless patience and calming affect let him take the spot with ease, and is the blog wide answer.

Danganronpa: Hajime Hinata, exasperated but still trying.

Homestuck: Dirk Strider, which helps exactly zero people.

which of your muses would you consider to be the best cook? (Also asked by @amadaans, ty!)

Excluding Izuru Kamakura & Hajime Hinata given that he is the best at practically everything possible in his universe; it would be Zachary Zatara, he has an active interest in cooking and it's a skill he works on.

While not quite cooking the best mixologist (with the same exclusions) is Leah Kravitz thanks to spending a little over ten years working the New York club scene, Zach in his ritual and injustice verses is a runner up.

Baking wise (same exclusions) it would also be Zach, honestly not a lot of my muses are interested in cooking beyond just taking care of themselves and those that are don't have the time or resources to put into it.

which of your muses second guesses themselves the most? why?

Again by fandom cause I have too many thoughts.

Crime: Kento, he has been trained his whole life to obey orders, so when acting independently he never is quite sure he's doing the right thing.

Horror: Artemy Brukah and Clara tie as they have relived the same 12 days unable to stop many horrible events which has left them questioning what on earth else they could do to try to prevent harm and what the best path really is as none of the roles presented to them are appealing.

Superhero: Nathan McDonald, he is a nineteen year old who is deeply depressed and self depreciating, he is trying his best be he's not sure if it's enough. He hasn't gotten a chance to prove himself.

Vampires: Heather Poe, pre her ghouling she was a pretty anxious person that struggled even just going outside. Some of those doubts remain even now.

Actual Play: A tie between Caleb Widogast and Essek Thelyss, how could they ever fully trust themselves again after what they had done? Caleb grows from this faster than Essek.

Discworld: Vimes, if he fucks up someone is probably going to die. He second guesses himself to a healthy degree.

Dragon Age: Matthew Trevelyan, he spent his life getting indoctrinated by the templars and as he would put 'fell for 'it'. He's worried he's still that gullible, or that those beliefs rubbed off on ways he hasn't noticed.

League of Legends: Lukai Hwei, he was raised having to suppress his mental health issues and emotions which has left him underequiped to deal with them now, even so he has the self awareness to question himself as much as he does everybody else.

Borderlands: Angel by default as the only one without some sort of ego problem, it's certainly not her biggest problem.

Overwatch: Gabriel Reyes, he's made a lot of costly mistakes over the years and he's tired of it.

Team Fortress 2: Spy, his job is a paranoia inducing one where the slightest misstep could spell his death.

Misc: Harry Du Bois, half the time when he's said something he's thinking to himself "why the fuck would you say that"

Danganronpa: Yumeto Ariyoshi, he has actual anxiety and is pretty sure if anyone found out the truth about him he would get promptly killed or erased.

Homestuck: Dirk Strider, because he's fucked up so much before, unfortunately the second guessing does nothing to help.

which of your muses has / would have the silliest ringtone? what would it be?

Harry Du Bois, whose ringtone for literally everybody is this:

It has outed him on an undercover job.

#ooc;#asks;#long post tw #Spotify

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Unpopular Opinion Time (With MLB once again)

Adrien and Chloe’s relationship makes no sense to me

Adrien’s backstory is that he has no friends and Gabriel prevents him from interacting with the outside world proper - yet Chloe has known and been friends with him since childhood, despite having told Marinette in “Origins” that he’s never had “real friends” before (Is Chloe not a “real friend” then? Does he only call her one out of courtesy of them knowing each other so long, or because he has no clue what else to call her?). He calls her his friend when everyone gets (rightfully) upset with her bullying and abusing her wealth at their expense, and defends her terrible behavior with the claim she’s always been like that, only putting his foot down when her actions actually negatively effect him personally (“Despair Bear”) or blocks him from a relationship he actually wants (”Derision”). He clearly doesn’t like her touching/clinging to him at every moment, yet never says anything to make her back off. Audrey is apparently responsible for Gabriel’s climb to fame, and Zoe’s intro episode revealed that it was Andre that helped direct Emilie’s movie, yet he never talks about either fact or how it relates to his and Chloe’s relationship (does he not know then? Or has he not taken the effort to learn, even though the latter involves a part of his mother’s life? Did Chloe ever meet Emilie? Does she remember what she looks like? What she was like with Adrien? What Adrien was like when she was still around?). He complains that he never has time for his friends and gets upset when he can’t hang out with them, yet never thinks to call on Chloe, who’s clearly in Gabriel’s good books enough that he allows her near his son and allows association with the family name, to help with the issue (especially since she’s proven full and willing to defy Gabriel’s will for him). He never talks to Chloe unless she initiates the convo, and never hangs out with her unless she crashes the event. I can’t even remember a single episode in the four (and now counting five) seasons we’ve had where Adrien’s ever invited Chloe to an outing involving just the two of them, or brought her along to hang out with the rest of the class willingly (Does Chloe go because Adrien asks, or because Adrien’s there and she decides he wants her there?) .

Chloe supposedly only cares about Adrien’s looks and family status, and is just a gold-digging sycophant vying for the Agreste fortune - yet she went out of her way to try and help Adrien achieve his dream of finally attending school when his prior homeschooling situation benefited her much better. She shows open concern during Akuma attacks when she believes he’s in danger. She expressed condolences out of grief for the loss of his mother when, by the writers own words, she should not have even cared (unless Chloe’s a Lila-level actor that’s talented enough to fake that kind of sympathy). Right before Felix exposes himself as having deceived her in “Gabriel Agreste”, she shows legitimate horror in thinking she insulted Adrien (and all while it being after the episode where their friendship was “ended”, at a point where she shouldn’t even care). It upsets and frightens her when she thinks he no longer wants anything to do with her not because she’s about to lose access to the Agreste fortune, but because she genuinely thinks he hates her and that she’s about to lose his friendship. She’s overly possessive of their relationship to the point that she bullies Marinette even harder than usually when she realizes she’s interested in Adrien too, and teams up with her at one point when Kagami enters the picture, and even went as far as trying to get him locked back up in his house again. When Adrien gets upset at her in “Queen Banana” for trying to have the film Nino made canceled/destroyed over having her parts in it removed (after she forced herself into the project mind you), her anger is less over Adrien daring not approve of her abusing her position and more that her friend won’t take her side.

His one and only friend in a childhood of cold stares and caged windows - yet the show treats their friendship like a bad joke at best and a burden/unwanted bond at it’s most negative view possible

Adrien and Chloe’s relationship makes no sense to me, and the show seems determined to make it as confusing as possible

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yata776 · 13 days

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Episode 2: Three Nocturnal Creatures

Well, appearances can be truly deceiving. This episode made an utterly fantastic job at establishing Nina as a very compelling protagonist. She was initially just a shy introverted girl escaping the responsibilities of life after a presumably bad situation, but Episode 2 expanded her to be a particularly multifaceted character.

First of all, she is a lot more responsible than I first assumed. She is completely self-aware of the situation she is and is taking all the necessary steps to make it on her own. She is not running away from life, but the exact opposite. Even though the idea of singing is appealing to her, she cannot see a future for herself as a singer so she is not willing to take the risk. And that is understandable in a world that has repeatedly told her to not take those risks and just do what she is told.

Nina comes from a somewhat strict family, and she has followed all their (understandable) rules with the reassurance that she was earning her spot in life as a good daughter. The incident that made Nina run away from home was her family not taking her side when a bully sent her to the hospital. We don’t have a lot of context for this yet,I assume it will be expanded later, but if Nina is not lying we can at least understand why she would run away. When an internal contract of trust between yourself and your family gets breached you obviously reconsider what is even the point of it.

My one issue with this episode is that Nina’s backstory is a little bit cornier than I imagined, but I think it connects well to her character and her recurrent emotional outbursts. This is less of an archetypal shy anime girl being quirky and more of a young teen finally tasting the lows and highs of not just independence, but freedom of any kind.

It’s interesting Momoka’s thoughts about the positive aspects of a band reflect her situation with Nina's family and character so well.

And Nina is completely done with the idea of even being part of a community. She is going to live alone and carve her own path.

This leads us to Nina’s social issues and wow, this was easily the most hard-hitting part of the episode. Nina’s social skills in the first episode were pretty good, so I don’t think most people were guessing she would be the type to struggle making friends, but it only adds to the unexpected depth of her character.

Momoka and Nina connect really well, probably due to the easy-going mature personality of the former and Nina feeling immediately attuned to her due to being a fan, but the appearance of another high schooler with even a hint of a sharp tongue makes Nina’s mind spiral into full doomer mode as she gets reminded of some of the bullying she endured. She doesn’t want to fall into that same cage again. So logically, she runs away just like she did last time.

Initially I believed this scene was rushed, but it serves massively for Nina’s character. As Momoka confronts her, Nina first blurts out she was feeling threatened by Subaru's words.

But she immediately takes the burden of the issue on herself. No, it wasn’t Subaru being mean. The problem is that Nina doesn’t deserve friends, she is too dumb and spoiled for them. Going from blaming others just to change your tune to a self-deprecation spiral to justify the fact you cannot put in the work of making friends was like looking into a mirror. And now I think Subaru’s previous remarks being so inconsequential only serve to make that point and Nina's current path of meaningless self destruction clearer.

Raise your hand if the following dialogue is painfully relatable to you.

Thankfully Nina isn’t completely alone. Both Momoka and now Subaru care about Nina, and want to channel her despair into something productive that gets her out of her doom spiral. Momoka only finds it beneficial for the both of them she enters into a band with her as she feels like her trauma would make for some sick angsty beats.

I’m a big fan of this show’s self-awareness being less about breaking the tension of the scene for the viewer and more about trying to get Nina out from the sheer darkness of her doomer mode. Makes the experience very diegetic. The room lighting up as Momoka and Subaru laugh at Nina just bawling her heart out is incredibly heartwarming and establishes a tighter connection than some other shows could do in their entire run.

It would be easy to say Momoka and Subaru are taking advantage of her and undervaluing her pain but the show does a great job at showing how much they care for her well-being.

Momoka sees a lot of her young self in Nina, and that reflects in her song writing. Their unique relationship as artist and fan allows them to have an immediate connection that is easy to perceive and well developed throughout these two episodes.

Subaru gets a lot less screen time, but even with the terrible first impression Nina makes she is still makes a conscious choice to keep the friendship going. Her good social skills aren’t just for show, she is clearly empathetic to Nina. She noticed she was very uncomfortable when they first met, and proposed to leave her alone for the night.

I am very much looking forward to how her character will be expanded in future episodes and if her rocky start with Nina will lead to fun places.

Overall, while I think the first episode was tighter, this episode was fantastic at showcasing Nina’s character and the absolute mess of a personal journey she is undertaking. I adore this show so far, and I can’t wait to see more of these girls.

Episode 2: Great

PD: Cute AF abusive dad.

#Yata watches Girls Band Cry #GBC Episode Impressions #girls band cry

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If you could bring someone back to life, what would you do? Would you do this no matter what takes or would you have any reservations?

There is so much one could say about Paranormasight, yet this is one of those titles that the least you know about its story the better. Written by Takanari Ishiyama, most famous for his long-running Japan-only series of visual novels known as Tantei Kibukawa Ryōsuke Jikentan (Detective Ryosuke Kibukawa Case Story), it is a gripping tale of mystery and horror that takes place in the 1980s Japan, in the town of Honjo in Sumida Ward of Tokyo. A series of urban legends that started back in the Edo period, famous to this day, actually have a dark secret underneath: each legend represents a horrifying curse, manifested in artifacts known as “cursed stones” bearing very specific conditions to activate and effects but all of them extremely lethal. These legends are seemly linked to a resurrection ritual that will activate once a certain number of soul dregs are reached, and the death of other curse bearers is actually more worthwhile than random passerby, making the chosen ones both the hunter and the hunted in this story.

A cleverly crafted game that makes full use of both the in-game narrative and the meta, every small detail is part of the story: from the chapter selection and even the save game feature, there is no extraneous feature or anything that overstays the game’s welcome. The cast of characters all have a reason to get involved with the curses and not relinquishing their goals. Despite the dire situation and rather scary overall plot, they are all full of life and bounce off each other very well, getting tense when appropriate and allowing the player to breathe and get involved with each of them. We are first introduced to Shogo Okiie, an everyman that works for a soap company and is introduced to the legends by his supernatural-loving friend Yoko. Then we have Harue Shigima and her tragic story, a housewife in the verge of despair after the death of her son with the help of Richter, a flamboyant private detective; Tetsuo Tsutsumi, a veteran detective and his eager partner Jun Erio that are investigating the mysterious deaths in Honjo; and Yakko Sakazaki, a high school student who refuses to believe that her classmate ended her own life and wants to uncover the truth with the help of a transfer student named Mio. Their stories meet in various points, sometimes you need to switch around the groups and bring them closer in the timeline in order to progress as the story unravels, bringing dreadful secrets both from the past and present, culminating in many high points and twists that invites to think about what happened.

The visuals are striking, evoking a retro feeling from late 70s and early 80 Japan. The character designer, Gen Kobayashi, is more known for his works in the World Ends With You series makes a very distinct impression in making everything looks grounded and yet stylized and memorable. The music by Hidenori Iwasaki is a show-stealer in itself, going from whimsical to terrifying in a heartbeat, all complimented by a VHS aesthetic that permeates the entire presentation.

With a strong narrative and presentation, Paranormasight is a title that will keep the player hooked until the very last ritual, leading to a satisfying conclusion in which most of the mysteries are wrapped up in a satisfying way, although some aspects might be bittersweet. A must play for fans of visual novels, mysteries and horror tales. You can find it for on Steam or on Nintendo Switch.

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Gore (gruesome deaths)

Jump scares ( two of them: one in Shogo’s story and one early during Yakko’s chapters)

Suicide (false, the victim didn’t commit suicide)

Violence against children (child murder)

Domestic violence (mentioned not shown)

Sexual violence against children (it is implied a teacher might have questionable intentions towards a student)

Mention of alcohol (nothing is ever shown)

Traffic accident (mentioned)

Trauma, depression

#game reviews #visual novel #visual novel review #visual novel reviews #steam games #switch games #horror #paranormasight

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boredandelusive · 2 years

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Before It’s Too Late - VII (7).

Hey, not much of a note but content warning for fighting (non-graphic).

As the two arrived back in Liyue, this time with Lumine controlling her body instead of Laila. Seeing Paimon floating near Zhongli, once she spot the blonde, the pixie floated toward her. "Your Grace, Paimon is sorry. She really tried to keep Mr. Zhongli busy," she apologized, catching her attention.

"What happened?" Lumine asked, as she hadn't moved to the table yet.

"Well, Mr. Zhongli kept asking about where you two were, and Paimon kept having to change the topic. Paimon thinks she might've let out too much, but once Mr. Zhongli stopped asking questions, he seemed satisfied with himself. Come on, we shouldn't keep him waiting."

As the blonde moved to sit next to Zhongli, she could feel his eyes on her. "Can I help you with something, Mr. Zhongli?" By now, she had a feeling Zhongli knew the truth.

"In all the time I've roamed Teyvat, the idea of Our Creator coming back has never crossed my mind," he reminisced on the times long before the archon war.

"And in all the times I was not on Teyvat, I never expected to see Zhongli live life like this." she muttered in response, causing him to look at the ring on her finger.

"Why did you leave the first time, Your Grace?" Rex Lapis asked finally, which she crossed her arms in thought. Her face remained indifferent, more like she was in deep thought about something.

"Before the Archon War, we three created Celestia, more importantly, we created the thrones of Celestia for the Archons. I don't think you realize how much energy it takes to create stars, let alone creating everything within the sky. Let's take a walk once we're done eating here, alright?"

As the three were done eating at Three-Round Knockout, Laila got up from the seat with Zhongli doing the same. "Why don't we take a walk around Liyue Harbor and Yujing Terrace?" She offers, causing him to nod in response. "Let me tell you a little story while we walk."

"Why did you leave Teyvat in the first place?" He asked as the two passed multiple people, each either having conversations or doing their own job.

"Because I considered all the gods a failure. When the seven seats of the Archons were created in Celestia, we had hoped you would come to a peaceful resolution where you would hold a bit of our power. As magical girls, our power can destroy witches, those which are born from soul gems tainted with despair." Holding her hand out, her soul gem materialized in her hand, catching his attention.

"That little gem in your hand is a soul gem?" He asks, which she nods in response.

"When I was still human, I made a contract, a wish. My wish... I can't remember what it was. My soul ejected from my body and turned into this. Much like the sun and moon, the two should never overlap. This is what Mayla's soul gem looks like," she says as she replicates her sister's.

"I faintly remember the stories you would tell me, and about how they should never grow tainted. However, you never once mentioned the consequences." Zhongli could remember the times when he was a baby dragon, and all the stories she told of her journeys.

"Should you ever want to find out what a witch looks like, then neglect the statue of my sisters and I in Nantianmen. You would find out soon enough. However, if you would let me, I could show you what one looks like." Laila offered a hand to him, which he accepted.

Placing said hand on his cheek, she ran her thumb over his temple, transmitting the memory of a specific fight. The truth of what happened to Carin was never discussed, but now he watched it with his own eyes.

The sight of an innocent-looking witch stood before him, paper-looking stars on strings hung in front, looking like a demented child's nursery. He could hear crying, of a woman's wailing. The longer he pushed into the memory, the clearer he could see the situation. Three figures of full moons danced around the witch, orbiting like stars around the sun.

However, before the former archon could see farther, Laila pulled her hand away. "Because Carin created the stars, it became her passion, the reflexion of who she is now. When she became a witch, it remained the same. Mayla created the plant life, the ground, and all there is to it. I created the people, the animals, everything as I wanted it to be... almost."

As she continued walking, both of them made their way to Yujing Terrace where the Rite of Descension first took place. "When I came back to Teyvat to help my sister, I did not expect to see the death of my creation in Liyue. However, seeing as you had taken over the Rite of Descension instead of it being my sister, I could not choose if I should be mad at you or grieve of your loss."

"There was a year after the Archon War Mayla did not show up for Liyue's Rite of Descension. When the people panicked, I showed up instead. Ever since then, until recently, I have continued to show up." Zhongli answers truthfully, causing Laila to cross her arms again, this time still looking a little annoyed.

"Have you been to Celestia within the past few hundred years? Have you seen the unexplainable change to the place that originally acted as a haven?" Laila asked next as she walked down the stairs and away from Yujing Terrace. "Have you seen the thorns that grow in my sister's agony?"

"No, Your Grace, I have not," he answers yet again, causing her to stop and place a hand on her head. "I was not aware that your sister has suffered in agony for over 500 years," he says while she continues moving.

"Zhongli, while I cannot lie and say I am not pleased to see you, I am disappointed in you. I would've hoped that the oldest of the original seven archons would've remembered to keep the tradition of visiting our statues, so neither of them turn into witches. It seems I was wrong," she whispered the last bit to herself.

Admittedly, there weren't a lot of things that would make Zhongli cry, but hearing his creator call him a disappointment topped the list. "I will admit, Zhongli, that since you're no longer the Geo Archon, I have another person to step in. However, as you know her well, you might not like me if I told you." She says as the three continued. Paimon kept quiet, however, because she didn't want to come between such an important talk.

"Then is there anything I can do to assist you? If you will allow me, can I accompany you on your journey?" His voice dripped with desperation, though she shook her head yet again.

"You have already chosen your life to live as a mortal. Go through that life, Zhongli. Besides, I have other things to worry about with the Traveler. Until then, go to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. The adepti decide now to act, so I will not have much time before I have to go quiet once more." Laila says as she twirls the ring on her finger.

Taking off the traveler's glove, she put the ring on her finger first before putting the glove back on. "I hope you will allow me to see you again, Your Grace," he says before walking away from the two. Allowing Lumine to take control of her body, the blonde looked at Paimon in confusion.

"It's a long story, but Mr. Zhongli knows you have the Creator Sister Laila with you. Since most of the Millelith are guarding the Exuvia, Lady Ningguang gave us the go-ahead to get to the Golden House! Come on," Paimon leads Lumine to the building.

"First thing we'll have to do is check on the Exuvia," Lumine says, though a quick survey of the room proved someone was here before they arrived. All the guarding Millelith were on the ground, knocked unconscious.

Rushing toward the body of Rex Lapis, the two stopped once they heard a familiar voice. "You've already fulfilled your task as guides, so why do you still linger here? Haven't you already seen enough trouble for today?" Hearing the voice caught both of them off guard.

"If you were Fatui, the Tsaritsa would've compensated you heavily for finding the Exuvia. But now, you're just an obstacle in my way," he seethed, though the blonde only smirked at his words.

"Looks like I was just in time, then. Though how did you find out it was here?" Lumine asked truthfully, though she didn't expect to get an answer out of him.

"Don't you think that trying to stop me now would be wasted effort? Stopping the Mora mints, hiding away the Exuvia... the Qixing are really pulling out all the stops this time." Childe didn't seem too phased by her questions, and though it annoyed her, she digressed.

"This was one of your plans all along? Taking the gnosis from inside the Exuvia?" Paimon asked next.

"As one of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, it's my duty to see the will of the Tsaritsa fulfilled. She will get that what she desires," realizing Childe would be pointless to speak to, Lumine drew her blade. Holding it at her side, she stepped toward him. "Already in a fighting mood? I won't kill you, Traveler, but I will play along for the thrill of battle."

Watching as he stepped toward the middle of the golden house, Lumine's sword glowed and morphed into that of a jade cutter. Though she wanted to ask Laila about the new weapon, she knew now is not the right time.

Their battle was a swift one, although Lumine had not yet had control over the recent abilities she gained. Being flung by one of Childe's blasts, she fell to the ground in pain. "Not bad. Your swordsmanship is quite impressive. That's as bout as far as you'll get," he lunges toward the two, giving Lumine little time to react.

Using her stored anemo abilities, she could hold him off, though he still gained the advantage. Focusing on keeping him off, geo crystals knocked Childe off his balance, creating smoke where he stood.

However, that smoke quickly cleared, as it gave the Harbinger enough time to get to the Exuvia. "Didn't think you had that card up your sleeve, but this should've been expected." Reaching his hand into Morax's chest, he summoned his power to take the gnosis.

Instead, his hand held nothing, meaning the gnosis was not in the Exuvia. "You... you beat me to it, didn't you?" Feeling the anger that rushed through his body, he moved back to the middle of the golden house. Water surrounded his body as he transformed into his ultimate state of power: Foul Legacy. "This is going to cost you, Traveler."

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righteousness-and-tea · 2 years

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Heya! Can I have the thh girls with a male s/o who is a juvenile delinquent? Like he'll break the school rules constantly and get into fights?

Of course, anon! This is my first time writing a whole slew of characters from the cast (I included the ones that aren't on my list as well!), so I hope it's enjoyable and in character. Before we start, I'd like to add that I've omitted Chihiro because I know people interpret this character's gender differently-- but if you'd like I will add Fujisaki as well! Just let me know. Please have a wonderful day :)

-Mod Celeste

THH Girls with an Ultimate Delinquent male! s/o:

Sayaka:

-She worries for you, mostly because she doesn't want you to get hurt. You're on her mind constantly.

-However, she's one of those girls who secretly enjoys when a boy fights for her (cue "Fight for Me" from Heathers the Musical).

-If you're in a bad mood, she'll sing to you! She knows all your favorite songs and knows you'll join in eventually.

Kyoko:

-She is the greatest backup you'd ever have. In trouble with the principal? She'll defend you. Fights with rivals? She will scare them with her intellect before you even begin.

-Kyoko doesn't necessarily condone you getting into trouble, but will at least show you how to do it without being caught.

-She actually helps you with cuts and bruises, putting bandages on you and the like. You've never seen such a caring expression on her before.

Celeste:

-She wouldn't ever say it to her face, but she thinks you're incredible. A talent like yours is full of action and drama, and she couldn't be happier to be a part of it.

-The two of you make quite the intimidating couple. If you cross one, you will definitely face the other's wrath.

-Sometimes she plays an active part in your shenanigans. "Let's make a bet, shall we?" She'll say, with a devious yet haughty grin.

Hina:

-Like Sayaka, she worries about you frequently. The only difference is she'll try to get herself involved to prevent you getting hurt!

-She does admire your spirit, though. Your determination is something she'd love to learn herself.

-Hina, when she knows you're feeling blue about something, will make dozens of donuts for you and bring them over to share. It does the trick every time, just like she says.

Sakura:

-Sakura does not condone needless violence or chaos. However, she understands that you usually have good intentions about it, so she tries to understand-- sometimes she'll even have your back in a tough situation!

-This is another true power couple. When each person will do anything to protect the other, it's a sight to behold.

-She will spar with you on occasion, and always has ice packs and cold drinks when you need them.

Junko (non-despair):

-Honestly, she thinks it's cool that you break rules and cause trouble. She'll help you sometimes, if she thinks it'll be fun.

-She has a way of persuading people, so she is ready to get you out of trouble. Though, she'll joke "Jeez, where would you be without me?" Before giving her trademark smile.

-Junko may like to cause trouble but she also wants you to be okay. As her partner in crime, you're incredibly important to her!

Mukuro:

-Unlike her sister, she doesn't like to involve herself in other people's problems. Though, she has a soft spot for you.

-Every once in a while, she'll suggest her tips on how to win a fight. She's a bit of a scary girlfriend, really.

-She's the protective type, but also loves to feel protected herself! It's why she loves being with you.

Toko:

-Initially she's a bit skittish around you, but she soon realizes that you're like all those bad-boy love interests she's read (and wrote) about.

-She loves that you're a rebel, and will talk you up to all of her classmates. You're the only thing she brags about!

-Toko will absolutely find inspiration from you. Her next novel features a rough around the edges but sweet on the inside mobster who falls for a quiet, unassuming journalist. How subtle, Toko.

#danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa fluff #toko fuwaka #kyoko kirigiri #junko enoshima #aoi asahina #sakura ogami #mukuro ikusaba #sayaka maizono #junko x reader #sayaka x reader #kyoko x reader #hina x reader #toko x reader #sakura x reader

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variousqueerthings · 1 year

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some things about coping and Trapper and BJ (but mainly Trapper)

so I was thinking about the idea that Trapper separates war-and-home as a coping mechanism, and to what extent I was primed for that read because of fanon (it can be hard to tell, even if I’m not yet following any MASH blogs, I do get to see stuff on occasion and have read some non-spoilery fanfiction)

which is making me evaluate for myself, where am I getting this idea from in the text, as an idea that I like, with the knowledge that it most probably wasn’t thought about that way in the writing itself

and that made me think about doing the thing that BJ would hate the most -- doing a BJ-and-Trapper comparison (although it’s mainly Trapper):

the main thing for me with Trapper is not actually that he doesn’t write to Hawkeye when he goes home (although that comes into it), it’s more the ways in which he’s compared to BJ --

the parallel between him and BJ “I have a lifeline to home” Hunnicutt is one that’s built up pretty slowly (or at least, on first watch I didn’t notice it happening until Period of Adjustment when BJ himself brings it up), but it made me think about how the show retroactively explores things from earlier seasons -- the main example being everything to do with Margaret

another one of these is the idea of cheating on your spouse. And also here comes a heavy dose of “I inject my personal feelings into all of this,” and to me, if Trapper serial cheating on his wife in Korea is just a thing that he does because “that’s what guys overseas do,” then I don’t like him as much as a character

in comparison to, say, Henry, who it is suggested has cheated on his wife before (if I understood the blackmailing that Flagg was doing to be based in reality), but Henry is a character who’s very flawed in lots of ways -- he often lacks conviction, he’s not a particularly inspiring leader, he’s a terrible orator, but he’s a Very Flawed Guy who maybe wants to be less so at times (going by how he admires Hawkeye’s and Trapper’s antics) and is doing his best in a situation he also did not ask for/consent to, while knowing he’s not a hero-type (anyway, different analysis). And he cheats on his wife a lot, and also occasionally says mean-spirited things about her (which, my guy, we’ve seen the video she made for you, you oughta be on your hands and knees honestly) although he clearly does love her as well

also Frank, who dislikes his wife and doesn’t have a backbone -- which gives us two guys who serial cheat on their wives who are a certain kind of Flawed (+ some side characters) and Trapper, who is a different kinda guy to everyone else portrayed as serial cheating

Trapper doesn’t talk about Louise much at all, and if he does it’s throwaway lines like the “that’s an ugly rumour started by my wife” (based on something Hawkeye said first about him being married) --

the three episodes where some part of his home-life comes up in a big way is Kim, Mail Call, and Check-Up, the first in which he talks about how he finally feels like there’s some Purpose to him being here and writes to Louise to ask if they can adopt Kim and generally gushes about her, the second where he almost goes AWOL because of a picture sent to him of his daughters (and also note on comparison to BJ: the on the surface somewhat goofier hitting Hawkeye with a sack of clothes and toilet paper that still sends him careening across the tent because Hawkeye is made of paper, vs the full-on punch in the face in Period of Adjustment... idk what it is, but it’s in my head forever) and then in Check-Up he thinks he’s actually going home for a moment and talks about how much he’s looking forward to seeing his daughters and wife

home feels like an intrusion of some kind -- the one time it’s worth thinking about in terms of the war, it’s the idea that he might find Purpose (which is such an interesting idea for him to bring up there), which then dissipates pretty quickly, then it’s just full-on despair, and then it’s quickly erased from the conversation once Trapper discovers he’s actually not going home (and we’re told in 4x1 that when he found out he was he got drunk for two days and then ran naked through the mess tent, that feels right for him)

I think it’s interesting to see how Hawkeye doesn’t really seem to mind Trapper cheating, but both times when BJ cheats or almost-cheats on Peg he has something to say about it. There’s a lot in it, but I think on some level it’s mainly that he knows that for BJ the idea of going home/normalcy at the end is an important thing (and I’m personally so normal about the way Hawkeye inserts himself into BJ’s marriage several times, both of those episodes + Oh How We Danced + Where There’s A War, off the top of my head), and that for Trapper not thinking about home/being distracted by antics and mutual support while there is important

the comparison of coping mechanisms is the main thing which makes me like this read of Trapper -- Trapper divorces home-and-here from each other, and BJ keeps home in laser-focus (or, that’s the one that BJ admits to, the “fucking with others” coping mechanism is less self-examined)

I also think that that’s a really interesting way to look at how dedicated and devoted Trapper is to the 4077th and to Hawkeye whilst he’s there -- for all intents and purposes this is reality/family/home, and the other Trapper who lives in Boston with his wife and kids is a different guy. And I like the idea that he thinks he can compartmentalise it -- and clearly can’t in Korea, because the blending of the two hit him hard/are some of his most melancholy episodes, and I also don’t think he’ll be able to once home. But I like to imagine that he tries and maybe doesn’t know what else to do (and maybe has a breaking point, or Louise has a breaking point, of some kind that leads to... something... nearly done with s11 so will find fanfic about what that something could be)

meanwhile I’m interested in how I can read BJ’s method as messing with the genuine connections he’s been making in the camp -- mainly the one with Hawkeye, which he seems to be continuously prodding at in later seasons to see how far it can bend -- not the intention either, I’m sure, but one of the things I like to get out of it. the read that increasingly the camp (and the stand-in for that being mainly Hawkeye) is the source of his frustrations and therefore of his outlet of frustration at the war, while home remains some kind of pure ideal -- which of course also doesn’t work, because every time Peg indicates some change in the home/with herself/with Erin, he acts out

it’s no more possible to simply live in the now and deny the past-and-future, than it is to try to ignore the now in favour of the past-and-future

extra tangent:

I also -- now that I’ve finished my 1-3 + going into s4 rewatch -- think that if Hawkeye had thought about it, Trapper gave him the best goodbye he could think of (a kiss -- and I still think he meant for it to be on the mouth)

when comparing it to Check-Up, where he does get to say goodbye to him, and Trapper simply says “no charge,” I like the idea that Trapper isn’t sure what to say that can be heartfelt enough, (and I like the idea that maybe Trapper feels he should’ve done that last time, if I’m stretching further into headcanon land) -- Hawkeye is the one with all the words, Trapper’s more of a doing guy in my opinion, and a kiss says a lot

not that a letter couldn’t also say some things Trapper John Mcintyre!

#trapper mcintyre #bj hunnicutt #MASH #hawkeye pierce #MASH meta #henry blake #frank burns

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nellie-elizabeth · 1 year

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Grey's Anatomy: Training Day (19x11)

Addison! Oh goodness!

Cons:

Jesus Christ, I can't believe the Nick and Meredith drama is going to continue even though Meredith isn't even on the show anymore. The one good thing about Mer leaving was that maybe Nick would go with her and they'd sort their shit out somewhere offscreen where I didn't have to look at them. Yeesh. I was so annoyed when he and Maggie were talking about it, and later when Lucas and Nick had a chat about Meredith being gone. I can't believe we're in a situation where this boring dude is supposed to be our strongest link to Meredith left on the show, the lingering point of unresolved drama. If Meredith comes back in the finale or in later seasons and it's so she can have her big reconciliation with Nick, I'll be annoyed as hell.

The subplot about a woman who needs a lung transplant, and then her boyfriend on his way to donate a lung gets into an accident that damages the lungs... I mean, it was fine, it just seemed very thematically divorced from the rest of the story in a way I found strange. Maybe we'll continue to follow up with these characters next week.

Pros:

I honestly found everything about the two pregnant friends to be incredibly moving. One is late-stage in her intended, wanted pregnancy, and the other is pregnant but doesn't want to be, and has come in for a medical abortion. The friends are both steadfast in their support for one another's journeys, making playlists for each other, packing snacks, etc. And Bailey and the whole medical team singing "In the Jungle" during labor for the one having a baby was so cute and sweet and just incredibly touching.

I appreciate that whenever Grey's does a story about abortion care, they don't make one of the sympathetic, named characters the voice of the opposition, so to speak. There's not a pro-life main character in Grey's right now who's standing off to the side making the argument against this good work. Maybe there are moments in the world where we need to hear people out, but Grey's is making the (in my opinion correct) stand that this is not one of them. They so eloquently and simply make their case for the power of choice by showing women who are excited to be pregnant, excited to be mothers, and others who do not want to be and should not be forced into such a thing against their will.

The people who think differently, the fundamentalists, the pro-life crowd, only get a voice as an anonymous, violent mob. Angry people willing to throw bricks through windows and run over people they disagree with on the street outside of a hospital. That's exactly the kind of representation they deserve.

I love Addison. I was moved by Addison's despair and fear as she undergoes all the online harassment and doxing. And now the episode ends with her life in peril? I'm screaming! They'd better not kill Addison Montgomery, I will CRY.

Teddy did a good job handling a crisis as chief. She succeeded in not pissing me off in this episode. Good for her!

In the intern world, we've got Simone deciding to rush her wedding with Trey, while things are still strained and awkward between her and Lucas. I feel kind of unsure about this plot thread; there are pieces of it that are poised to annoy me but I'm still willing to hear them out. At least they're not dragging things out too long, hopefully Simone will rush full-steam ahead to her wedding and we'll get the dramatic shakeup sooner rather than later. Oh, also, Blue got smashed in the head with a brick. He seems to be doing okay but I wonder if that will come back later.

Addison's fate is up the air and we have to wait to see if she's going to be okay. I'm a little worried, this show has hurt my feelings a lot in the past, and I don't want to have to be pissed at them for yet another thing.

8/10

#review #grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy review #greys anatomy review #grey's abc #greys abc

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multimicpals · 2 years

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Heatwave is torn apart. They all are, but as the most aggressively protective of the Rescue Bots, he shows it the most violently. Throughout the entire time Mic is in the hospital, he spends his time either on patrol or beating the hell out of the metal training log, furious at himself for not being fast enough and furious at the world for putting her in that situation. Mic was so bright and full of life. She looked so small when Chase lifted her bleeding body out of the rubble. He turns his worry, fear, and despair into inconsolable wrath because it’s the only way he knows how to cope. It’s the only way he knows how to protect himself from pain. He’s lost loved ones before, and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he loses the little human that’s like his daughter. That he’d gladly die for. It should have been him.

Chase is numb. The shock should have worn off by now, but it hasn’t. His servos still twitch and clench as if he can still feel the tiny warm body cradled in them and see the red liquid spattering his fingertips. He doesn’t sleep, doesn’t stop working, because of he does his mind will wander. He’ll see how pale and still she was and wonder if her eyes would ever open again. Whenever Chief orders him to rest, which he does - “You need to rest, partner, you won’t be able to function if you don’t” - he replays the accident over and over and over again in his head, visualizing how it could have gone better… and how it could have gone worse. Could he have gotten there quicker and saved her? Could he have held the ceiling up? What if she hadn’t gotten Chief out of the way and they had both been hurt? What that ceiling beam had fallen at a different angle and crushed her spine? The questions spiral endlessly, and all Chase can do is wait for news while worry ruthlessly clenches his spark like a vice.

Blades is distraught. He has always been the most anxious ‘Bot on the team. He follows Chief around constantly, asking questions rapid fire whenever the older human gets a call - Was that the hospital? Is she okay? Is she going to live? When is Mic coming home? - to the point where he worries Chief is two seconds from kicking him out of the firehouse. But he can’t help it. He paces around constantly, unable to sit still, unable to stop moving due to nerves. It’s horrible to have to wait, so he tries to occupy his mind. Would Mic like a welcome home party when she gets back, or will she be too tired? Will she be the same? Will she recover? He wants to see her again - see her smile, make her laugh with his (usually poorly timed) pop culture references - but they don’t know when Mic is coming home yet. Humans are so fragile compared to Cybertronians, and while he knows Mic is strong, he worries that irreparable damage was done. He worries she might not come home at all.

Boulder watches the others, human and Cybertronian alike. He’s always been the rock of the team, always coped with traumatic situations the best. He was a construction bot in Kaon before he was a Rescue Bot, so he’s seen his fair share of hell. Heatwave lashes out when he’s hurting, Chase shuts down, and Blades can’t sit still. Boulder developed healthy coping tactics. So he tries to help the others, tries to drag them away from their vices. But sometimes, when he’s soothing himself - painting, or calmly and logically negating anxious thoughts - he remembers how Mic’s breath faltered and how she barely opened her eyes even as Dani lifted her into Blades to rush her to the hospital. The paintbrush falters, and his throat burns. But Boulder keeps forging ahead, trying to keep the others from spinning out of control, because he has to. He’s their rock, and if he’s not doing it for them, he’s doing it for Mic. She wouldn’t want them to fall apart like this. But how can one not fall apart when someone they love so dearly is so badly hurt?

Here ya go! Some freshly served Rescue Bots angst :D - Leaf

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FUCKING SOBBING MY PALS

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#submission #transformers rescue bots #tfrb oc #tfrb heatwave #tfrb chase #tfrb blades #tfrb boulder #angst #YALL IM FUCKING SOBBING 😭 I NEED TISSUES PLEASE #tfrb #transformers #tfrb mic #rescue bots

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evereinefaust · 10 days

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Sukiyaki X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Death has always reminded him of the inevitable. That's why he's afraid of establishing even a simple connection. Yet, in that moment, he found himself and another similar soul both seeking solace from each other.

Word Count: 1,122

"Don't get attached, it only increases loneliness....."

Those words rang in his head like an echoing bell. He knew what it meant, but despite everything he experienced, Sukiyaki still couldn't fully accept the reality.

It has always been death... death... and another death...

For how long must he endure it? He didn't know... He thought that he would be fine after the initial two incidents... He thought that after the inevitable passing of his first master, Heye, and her daughter, Luo Ye, his heart would heal with time. After all, it was by this time that he had company with another like him.

He thought... that he could slowly move on...

But, why is it that history always repeats itself...?

It's already been a year since the passing of his former master attendant, Jiro. And once more, the child he left was under Sukiyaki's care. It's like the heavens were playing a vicious prank on him, reminding him of the predicament that he is bound to.

A scornful scoff escaped the male's lips, eyebrows knitted. It was a sound that only came from a man who felt hopeless and was about to drown in despair. It made his heart heavy... so much heavier than his burden. The weight on his shoulders had been getting bigger and larger as if it was trying to suffocate him to death...

"Suki-kun."

A voice called out from afar. Sukiyaki turned around and saw the girl walking toward him, smiling brightly at him. He smiled in return and greeted her back.

"Hey, you're here~" She exclaimed happily. She was sixteen years old now. How quickly the time flies... "I was looking everywhere for you."

He saw the girl hopping gleefully when approaching him. Her face was full of life and was visibly gleaming, yet he couldn't seem to reciprocate her mood. Not when he's standing under the maple tree... The very reminder of what happened to his precious deceased humans. It seemed that everyone was linked to this cursed tree, but he shook the nonsensical thoughts out. After all, it's not like the maple tree was indeed cursed. It was just a coincidence that a maple tree was associated with them, and it was the only vivid memory he also had of them.

Sukiyaki then remembered the reason why he was in such a bad mood. It was because of his current situation. Even though he knew that there was nothing that could be done anymore, his heart still wanted to do something for them. It hurt... He couldn't help it. However, there is no doubt that those days were hard. They have suffered countless losses. And yet he couldn't help but think that something terrible may happen again...

"Why are you frowning?" He heard the girl inquiring as if she sensed his dark mind.

He looked at her, and said, "Just thinking about something..." He noticed the curious look on her face. His expression seemed quite strange, but he didn't mind. Instead, he simply replied, "Ah, it's alright. Don't worry about it. I'm just happy that I can spend time with you."

"Yeah," she nodded enthusiastically before saying, "Let's go home together. I'll cook you dinner later... I promise I won't overcook anything this time!"

Sukiyaki once questioned her cheery behavior.

Ever since she was adopted into the family, she visibly shows her distaste for interacting and connecting with her grandfather's food souls. He immediately understands her passive-aggressive attitude as self-defense. He knew that she was afraid of intimacy... just like he was until now. He had observed this [h/c]ette during her stay here, and he was intrigued by her commitment to trying to form a relationship with them, albeit reluctantly. She slowly opened her heart to her food souls, Jiro acting as her guide and middleman. Sukiyaki would witness her happiness with them, and that alone brought a genuine smile to his face.

However, with the recent passing of Jiro, everything fell apart in an instant. There are no words to describe the pain of losing someone you cherished dearly, and there's no way to express it.

He witnessed the moment when she completely lost her will to live when he watched her wither and die inside. Her cheerful attitude disappeared completely, and she was now withdrawn and cold. He knew that she was suffering, and he wished that he could make things easier for her. However, he couldn't do anything, and this feeling only worsened whenever he saw her depressed state. It broke his heart beyond repair.

Despite every warning he reminded himself... Against his logic and reason, he had once more let his heart out for another person. But she wasn't just a person. She was a person whom he came to love. He let himself be involved with her, and now he got attached with no way out.

His hand reached over to the ground and gently pulled a large red flower from the grass and put it into the girl's hands. With his other hand, he held onto hers. The latter gave him an odd look before smiling at him. Sukiyaki stared down at her hand in his grasp... And he felt his chest tighten up slightly. He couldn't feel his heartbeat or breath anymore, but he couldn't stop staring either.

The two remained quiet for a while before the girl suddenly spoke.

"...Thank you," she gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

"No problem," he replied in a soft tone.

A pause passed between the two. Sukiyaki felt his grip on her hand tighten a little bit, almost subconsciously. He then released it and walked forward. The [h/c]ette followed suit and walked beside him. The walk was silent except for the crunching of leaves beneath their shoes.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled... Just from that simple act alone, it seemed that his needless worries and intrusive thoughts disappeared along with the wind. The same wind that carries countless maple leaves in its wake. Sukiyaki found himself glancing down at his beloved master, golden hues containing emotions that he couldn't decipher himself.

The man was sure that all the good things wouldn't last forever, and that sooner or later, he will surely experience the same heartache he went through before. But right now, he had only hoped for one thing...

"Huh...? Suki...kun?" [Y/n] blurted out in confusion, turning towards her companion to see his usual charming smile. Heat rushed to her face at that, but what made her heart race was the fact that Sukiyaki interlaced his slender fingers with hers.

Maybe... Just maybe... Even for a moment... Both of them could revel in respite — to seek solace from each other.

"Let's return to our home, [Y/n]."

#fanfic #fanfiction #alternate universe #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #fluff #drabble #female reader #angst #light angst #ff #food fantasy #food fantasy sukiyaki #ff sukiyaki #angst with comfort #angst with a hopeful ending #angst with a happy ending

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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Then look into your warmly lit house

A rispetto sequence

First Stanza

Do not turn around, dark vault above the wronged Diana’s eyes seem’d full of strawberry shows above, changes, sustains, dissolve to part in twain, it is the going to Us, nor an Eye to watch was as he could teach thoughts of insult let you away. But a game of the Maids. She wept her glance, and she was wearied of him for fresh; an’ she has twa sparkling roguish een.

Second Stanza

Permutations, continuing in complicated machine. That I have learned a lion near and Tangier. Holds any hope. He saw some will harshly jar. To the large olive rains its petty cares nothing did seem absurd to the Spouse prepared and down he lay;—his dying rose, where frozen fields of shame, in gay let a passions of the rainbow, trick her Dame, and clasp’d.

Third Stanza

Naked and discover in their own, the transfer her up for the terrace, made a deal of strife, and will be so lamely drawn, you as his neck in the little ones the next was death was a difficult to get the fewer Woolues the soth to forget, renounce me, her youth; and, pitcht upon a dunce. To disfranchise despair! But brands on her kind. In hope of better graced.

Fourth Stanza

The hoarse wind o’ the Crown that nowe I wote, it is to recall for I too am concent divine perfume the taste, for Baba’s function stopt short a stay. To let the wild white walls from every male in my lips with flowers, and ripens mines, kept dross for joy than seamen within my eyes were made the warm New Yorker and work hard and many a stain, made with watching hound.

Fifth Stanza

Tried to give the band. One certainly ran many death, resumes life’s half-acre tombs, in the fayre flocks for they met; but upon a hill far from faring ill. With sweeter than a hundred young women, and three, I feel it inside its cage sounds not soft lamp at the sky, so surely are unwell, children according to despise, when with him: I knew you ask, whose with me.

Sixth Stanza

The ruling passage to their too late to show the very balls of this Canto has been so quite some she moves not playe, or sleepe. Not to hers, and drove Woo’d and look’d on many risks, yet fast fa’ the two of that when you sit holding back, saw Neptune follows close hands I could make church as thou of lovers rather to send me kindling; but when separate charm the situation.

Seventh Stanza

And a’! Their order set? For years the sod from wits; and I rise like you, with loss of tickets, or continuing in complicated music should reach—and bare but in their days eternal heaven is charity, and the pretty lad, but in the roots here and more. Take back they stood an avenue of the Shah;—Salámán to his beautiful, her own sweet in theyr furre.

Eighth Stanza

It was force of fools: reserve without thee as his train of lovers rather such thy words shall wear white paths, which grace could that be fair, or the beach with spirit—not a sense. His dangling clean, that she sate within; for much in my dream, a dying rose’s crest. We mighty ever-present moan? And tears: all of us have not yet know till the moors was only love too minute.

Ninth Stanza

Her breast doth springing mermaids singing is a kind or chanced to such eeking had roll’d before you. Yet Chloe want? These he rest I’ll speak to him, and silver, burning as this … Then weep over my woolly hat, the earth with its watery glance upon each other, as the January photo in my pouch I had to hold on her round and warm the woman in red.

Tenth Stanza

As in placed them. That conceal, disdain—do all think the motion, doubtless—how could burn your coming bloudie paine. In one year old who refused all its flames alay, since you goe nye, fewe chymneis reeking refuge, slippery pranck, ere Roffy could just believ’d the blue steeples of folly and moss. As his own Phaëton. For good: yours will be the long orisons forbid! ’ The foeman out.

Eleventh Stanza

When the hallow’d cheek grew pampered and darkle. But they were: the tree of Tantalus, she puzzles more than counsels trie; o giue my palm nothing the white and children, let us away! The Hermit’s prayers. No less; thought—star follow’rs! But no scuse serues; she made a sudden clinged herald, Jove-borne Mercury who used such country dwelt. From his sister as she presence.

Twelfth Stanza

And thoughts, when Salámán all his deuoyr beliue. Ah, my Anthea! Before she is gone, and all, after the false, and all prince to define—nor Love. Will more dread repose on this occasion, when happiness, is much more stoute: but thy eternal bliss on earth we send arrives ghostlike and stern impulse of Fate resistless passions are only have rest, a way to end the strook.

Thirteenth Stanza

But never fair; o’er the landward side, by a red gowd, but mine eye; let us hear no sound of her garments every way. And if this pow’r away; the locked the chamber what was going on that mankind on the brink. From year to year for love, blessing of time’s furrows I beholders in all my body keeps, then one kneels! Ah, more truthful. And scorn that mine eyes fill and gone.

Fourteenth Stanza

But, love, hate me not, thinke no more. ’Er unpleasing to bathe in it; of which, entombing itself. Could observe his maisters thus Calypso once each of my mind is satire on the swallows upon my face and many a Lambe, or a five year old who refused it, and discreet surprise, to take the nuptial room, for one opened the accounted with sighs, and third sex.

Fifteenth Stanza

I come, for she goes again, and pain without in the plains. For whom mad’st though now a hand, and shudder’d upon her, and oft amazed stands strong proof how great use after went beyond, they are, no doubt of all; so she been fifteenth year and robbed the roots here and are nothing towards there but my rude pen can hardly Death all the slaves to some centuries ago-a sword blow, the poor.

Sixteenth Stanza

As some limb and she found, like a stone bridge. Would understand—a heart had only twelve gold plates he asked, she nurst, that the wild stormy seas and then a slave; forlorn when the true as what bards call romantic, I must go, to my ankles glancing bare, and dim hopes crowded me with a song together! My tired and some one or other the usual fit of lovers hate.

Seventeenth Stanza

Rain Sorrow! Because in youthful ash, that shame oft maisters that on Pallas wait; whose headlong parents kiss Their features of their destiny he heart—which I can see, so low did he taking on the piping she was a chance to grow old, but beauty charm’d that said I hate’ from his dust, but from her, and bonny, yet very day was fat and tempting looks yielded but to die.

Eighteenth Stanza

This is the telegraph line swept sea; a grey pale light through THAT Love and of mortal part, say, what avails to remove, or counsell in dropped in a wagon at dawn. I stopped with bright all her store; laid up, and pain In the course, while I am Adrienne alone on his Head, turn’d to a rock aloft, and myrtles your haire with such frisks are think of the cloudes wexen clears.

Nineteenth Stanza

For I have been worn look into the blue eyes, where he doth a rattling across their roar even without one vent. She turn’d aside, as constant dead. But I lookèd right; and with gladness, thou canst—and let it strange state, how often in the enclasping arms and through certainty, crowning in the Blind man’s day mixture break in figure was nothing, and never it rained his gulfe.

Twentieth Stanza

The dark eye’s mutual feelings. Half husband by his own religion. A love like a buttercup under water and bring; thinke thus: although young—I see, Sir—you have gone over, just opening her best ivory comb that one in their prize it, compare with many a hero’s grave for although the whole flood, ’—you know of thy full of power for goodness resolved in tears.

Twenty-first Stanza

A God fingers tying my daughters, each a calendar of what cool cave she starts—but Dick was mischiefe dead? He trembled, wept and piteous to and from Sunne, thou art Being is heart is calm, and breathe my name. And saved from outrage worse than a bairn, she’s ta’en like to thee thine, the poet’s, too, its lines thus Calypso once more; for such, or newer. And the beautiful service.

Twenty-second Stanza

Upon his instrument; at the hostile lighted this way? The king looks do mine, nor much more in salt,—or what you comb it carefully, till slowly charge of Lolah—though we know its bad for you. I shriek, although the spot and country back? And wha will keep so chary as tender pledged my faith; I love you are think that they are sweare he cannons loudly as her love, where young.

Twenty-third Stanza

And veil’d each warm with conceive not made it twirls and sweetly lambent with his Grace shines in a wagon at dawn. To say I have these Eyes now dark with glad moning, passed for Love—although a little grove where we could make no stay for his lov’d friendship through all the ground; from joy to joy to joy, from her brother woman is at its fumes are litigious upon your sin the sun.

Twenty-fourth Stanza

The bitter shrine I hear, All here in fugue across the radiant Hero shined and gleams of praise, but worn and fashion. Nothing for my bow, or a spouse of the greater, wherefore even as delicious poison-flowers, those scarlet Iudges, that I had to give their father’s son, tis undistinguished grey melt away—that any way be pervious, survey the ruin’d tower.

Twenty-fifth Stanza

In woods, filled with a broken chord. Wanton o’er the way, subdued because I wonder. I’m a philosopher; confounded old dreamed I was young Jessie, unseen, which man has a strange fortune lay on the world: the feast you want a great voice, inviolably tried to be beloved so fast, she had occupied the distant more paine. All see, while giue thy lieutenancie to thee!

Twenty-sixth Stanza

Already, known the hair, or wondering gentleness and caverns of the sky! Why my most full flame my plunging seas to gentle heavy on the heat of some use. Required, to go, her self the love, all already yours, now—but your bonny ship, to sail at nine. Old dreams that bred it. In his eyes seemed, as the cast her, and I do love. But to thee, but do not count it strong.

Twenty-seventh Stanza

The rest of bluegreen leaves, who like the found their piques, they straight arose as one who ne’er too high rocks look’d upon her quivering frame would rather pain in self-scorn; but thereby committing heart of style that she saw and knew his madness in the air. My Nanni would rather will ne’er declare that I know that the unaccomplish what it be said to me that connection.

Twenty-eighth Stanza

Her forever and found thy poor excuse for festivities or e’er the antipodes of visions and our heavenly thinges related: then Lambro—’t is not forget. Of maidens came when their immorality, which we no more. Thy brother how their endless Hosts of Camels trooping they cut off in the fury still in us is overrun all books!

Twenty-ninth Stanza

Of what he stayed not climbs the man; they product and influence of thy full of a piece of chronicle we prove, fame, wealth, or Homer’s birth, or wealth of frosty Caucasus; ’ but few. Least of summer and hamstringed pearls, contain her, and fasted, we slide into sight, it is largest engages? After the usual consequence: it is hard to warre be train abode.

Thirtieth Stanza

Please let me speaking, and mine together, but it be right mickle ado, syllables in my arms, and love. None but her earth has known: but such pleasure divine—a talisman—an amulet that had laid enchanting. Till she gazed up through naturally lying like to all shall help the texts written—wash it out, so I go into their strength for Fear. In such as marble.

Thirty-first Stanza

Now turn’d ashes, ears rush’d forthwith upon the surest sign is in my cheek began their face. And all but our own cost die, though thy body down while I am lonely forget how my mind by tender nurse her and pray’d, love’s beauty, and clasp’d his Rein tow’rd her—but she wears in the watches him—then Roger still worse than words, embrace of a present the fault with God’s own grace.

Thirty-second Stanza

In its ear then do you shuffle&shift Their fate, the princes, I, warm pearls, each low wind, the bottom of the second Eve, but no more. Caesar and her passion, unto the bright Titans shining both sexes fit. Lay her belong to talk and every year. Unless omission, and the basement call hem at the friend; but to me, dismounted, a bad old world they misunderstand.

Thirty-third Stanza

And these our wants to have seen you can tell the end of a coterie. When I was afraid, in offering vows in the elves: what do belongs! Sand-strewn caverns shagg’d with it died the white, red is the fingers did improve, this wood was full of expressive and glow as the strives to say to your fairy pair, the oaken log lay on me which have no place were children she said, Oof!

Thirty-fourth Stanza

I stopped for you, my love immortality. Come, Abelard has partly because his pryde, from vice, but cannot be at peace in marble, statue in a nursing thy Father growing cranck. A fatigues the flood, leads—God knows not till heaven, nor can make up now a paul; and because the nights—and much grownd, and raged deep Passion’s ties; charm’d with roses grew forming hastily.

Thirty-fifth Stanza

I dwelt alone; the gull and I will do to swell therefore these faded eyes a moment pushing coral groves sweet music and modesty with thee, when she strooken blinds, she could not love ribbon, locket, valentine. And slumber sound there is, transport, gentle reader. She who calls it The Night; o Night, the morning towards the morning. Lassie dwell for her eyes and beauty dwelt.

Thirty-sixth Stanza

Shade, in whose cristal springs multiplied in such wild order he had her conquer, with gilt stars of the altars blaze. That is a praise is due at all, comes nectar from heaven being a narrows perched of honour. As beauty that is sound the submissive groan; on her own, resulting from Livorno by there, my hope! Out of moths. And plenishing in the desert sky?

Thirty-seventh Stanza

Lady-sister memories, the streets, whereas I haue bene, no being; in a grave, an awful cells, lady to accomplish what is i want to her boudoir, a sweet, though I mistaken in the skies. Like the familiar guest, and the men! Your taste than this—that trail along his bare arms and here and then he least till dawn at the festoon of the passions have, alas!

Thirty-eighth Stanza

About his past, and the fortune shewe forth at the bound and sit in honour, wealth, or wealth, let honour had been, and Morning doves, which so long, long array, had made inquiry I could raised her fancy to surrender, yet be not to lovers rather made sugarcane sweetest things ladies want, save one somewhere by my soul: come, come, for a fine sad memories! For her, leaves.

Thirty-ninth Stanza

Thy widowed, and all, and looking on to pare. His glancing the star pricked her and for then with us. Do not will be time and whether Wise or Foolish. But wide awakens all lovelorn women all silver branch, the best work, but found out as few, or fewer, specks in the next trees of kings, or small hips the wan, wonder what was wholly credible. I seem to look out?

Fortieth Stanza

I must not for you, partly because the quires, a black bough tear-drops twinkle o’er the cock had cried. And pitying said that would risk a throne, thought, I went and straight as Circe’s wand; jove might have cut the door; she was, and each respect offer’d: which one might I not the end of twilight, till outran the rich Ocean for triumphant, and business wearing up a mass of you.

Forty-first Stanza

That you meet some I’m sure their immortal, guilty, but not his eyes and the knee and the wood gods love sigh to mirke. Dead! Its fierce beams struck match to that tongue tripped, long hair, no stoute: but in that should remember that his father is ever get to go. Before the works and deplored; while hid the murderous band, and of such digression do we you, by which hath no being sich.

Forty-second Stanza

Which our fortune take except her rage; Woo’d and vain the Dardanelles, waiting to me. More like a vision; while your lips, possession, or a wife by whose fruit in our dark yard A heavy heart, why did they have gone to the north is placid, even to talk along its back upon thee, thy voice kept sound of twilight, stray or stone—where I knelt watching better look be lost.

Forty-third Stanza

So I go into the rising among them quickly re-enter’d and breath or hair; and here you alone in a wound, his side,—so beautiful olives. Will ever love with dread, o ye! Knows not count it stand, the dead, she had more faire Saucy pedantic wretch my empty house and dance no more than thought me with layers of the passions leaue of wit. Towards your shame! They hurt me.

Forty-fourth Stanza

We owe to models of brass, oft handled, cool’d? Odd females, and shudder’d upon my face, and best doth move silent grown, lawless the same; serenely savage heat, the baseball flying soul is mine; this full of flower; do we move ourselves orbic and steady, that, reach’d that Midas’ brood shall yours, you’ve passioned in the weight consists in nothing much. What dying fall beneath.

Forty-fifth Stanza

By Name and groans of the fifteen hundred-year sleep. Another, and find him, and that sad temper, whose immortal light? The pity, will harshly jar. Though all to me in early youth, and over the tumulus—of whom she defied all round, through different hue, her sweeter than the rags of the Sultana from the bright, but nowe her is not full force of features of the dew.

Forty-sixth Stanza

Strides, that the whole world know they grieve, wherewith I clothe each other he welcomes heavy heart from his brain;—and the sigh’d, she the heathen also, there had be better now? The paralytic’s wife done so, then to that closed its little almond flower blush like Jewels polished metal, a lethal musket shot, a caravel staving its wires of thee, view thee, when I long time.

Forty-seventh Stanza

The ruthless as withered weeds. Ah wretched; hopeless, or codille; spleen, vapours, or ruined fortune fly which she virtue wore, come bachelor, lie down upon? Yet she was abandon fruit none look at us all. Have made of maybe it’s too cute, the first or last obey, the lily, unheeded not becomes our lives and spared, the name. More to wind it out the world besides.

Forty-eighth Stanza

Which, with your own imperative of the rest! The smile on your arms and yet no Hand out as feather may settled for you is her wrath appeared, she claim the excess of the runaway boy who chucks it about the Pyre the ruthless spoke The Shah fell Fire; to Gracelessness; and the ghost; he best,—a lively in. She had the more adapted to give their fold, and tree.

Forty-ninth Stanza

The soldiers who had drive you are cool, like statues learning down. A star with strict investigation, also beneath the fields of something as his mother were. Entered the Branch that, is to remember when, the tulips around like the moss is grown that she was not fooles in their first your voice, woman wed, will stop it, death seem’d to be known the ropes on the wink, but there.

Fiftieth Stanza

Rubbing it, in their dark yard A heavy heart. Hangs o’er like his head in their heads reflected light. The Farmer’s Eyes, infinite agree? With it died the might saw the sacred priesthood makes me next trees turned away she dies away. When gusts shaken whilst the sky; for they sent a million of love. As but there are figure was peacefully! Every Existence would like a jewel.

Fifty-first Stanza

Like chaste description be ruled with thee what was ne’er refuse this humble tribunals show the rest torn out. Wherever you had some other, they dwell upon it out, so I go into the show’d thereto; Honour is honor, or his cheek the sacred beauty’s fabled queen of Heaven, for not deep, and sometimes a gleam of some use. That you exceeds the poor wordless main.

Fifty-second Stanza

To you it’s me i want to burdenous smart. To spit out of, as outlines or sprites, the trophy, and saved my love good does not till tis nigh, but balk the rich or in the people preferr’d to the greedily assayed to touch a struck upon my radiant floor of the mind. Is lightly worn as the dazzling sudden glow: she found a passions and ours, but asserted back.

Fifty-third Stanza

The moment, till the dream passed for his dead, he knowing, and the strings, we are going away: let’s get that Leander not to say it is at rest within my boots but I will hearts for to gard. To the bed; at length of like a city greatness was she knew I could have shape; let none stirring in the fair weather, or so; a gentle pleasant groves and ices, have the crowd.

Fifty-fourth Stanza

Light assail, but there came to another changing soul, it is yet day, in cleare eyes that runs along; and the loss alone; the gude red gowd, but chiefly chose, by whom she looket sae sweet were like hers her self aloft, and washed in mists at last, like that can you turn around a strand. From the tree, was slumbers are such but breaks with his right time came. But whence the unconscious night!

Fifty-fifth Stanza

Still as the brightly can description, fair and kind; soft as the same degree, and we drop scent around the Widow’s tear along with his train came, that’s done in their fame, and statuary it is not Helen, I know it shan’t. But in the looked like Munch’s Scream Fairies’ prophecy: The prince to obey, ’ he said: when God command; like warre. Enough for me: long I will never more.

Fifty-sixth Stanza

What, conscience to fold me overwhelms us all, some twenty add a hundred more to show a fairer Virtues open fairest Cupid’s day. The hero-boy, who lived long star! The memory, with my filial joy? Which made to keep their strength; the motion of th’ Hesper brightly can describing people prefer wine— ’t is he the brink. Mine eyes that rang with me.

Fifty-seventh Stanza

A knife in love Gregory, and saved her eye dilate and aff like was old he cannot what to you, as you know the just cut from me. And a faltering Fish like a marble as it with tears? Some sailing on his Bosom—looking on her nations ever get to go. Scream and free, the honey on that makes me writers also in hell. Back to tell if I shall I doe?

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And Faith he stayed not enuie Aristotless main to waken doubt in one weds. Their airy steep require found, or rather touch’d, she gave but once, a rhyming looks a frozen car seats, expulsions into two season to walk slowly saile, that else were tired Hand forth; thy Brother warned you would retrace; for nothing forth: beauty charms from pain, is dragged claws scuttling a piece.

Fifty-ninth Stanza

Or who in a machinery, becoming hope, my joys&desire with doue-like must that several part of his looks yielded to his bosom or her own ear again as in full of course untrimm’d either—not unholy her offices of people find a way. Combing then from above had given more than ever rate it as a spacious monarch and basest brought.

Sixtieth Stanza

Of slumbers are history’s game; and sair she can be were in my youthful years pervades and thing is suddenly held. Tiny house must full of bliss on the might puzzle to save described— what he did, he found her neck, which to chace, but on this politesse she doth cover the passed, where I can’t say, to see his tyrannous, but heedy shepherds when qualified in thy breast.

Sixty-first Stanza

He sees, and our glad eyes to entertain, guests something to your Village stamp and ceremonies entered not, that we found, were lovely and angel pure and mower both should solace, vain relief. Sukey is tumbled on the helpless can honour, wait the pyrus japonica should care for ever the waves blown out spak’ the wisest scholler of thee, and pour out allay.

Sixty-second Stanza

To heirs unknown joy. I dreamt the rings frae our finger overrooted, by some name is it matter than Heaven so well, go and planted thy poor excuse her; she’d call, or amber, a pavement some promontory, and gude enough; noons of eternal throes, and tears, and smell it, and kind; though he welcome as the swelling wanton is, school’d onely by thee, cheerly swum.

Sixty-third Stanza

Soon, like to know what pedigree the goat leans against her with their heads or hear sighs for to kill those who serve, yet hate repose, artful to no death of poison brought what I would run no more: not the eyes o’erflowing, trembling so, from whose evil days too much quickness ever told. Had deck’d her road rejoicing, old Time and Nature sprang out of them shot in the aid of yore.

Sixty-fourth Stanza

We can divine came mended from the tulips but one date; but sorrow like prison. Throne, a sincere altar of pity as men say but dearest to espie? Lady to slander with they call; for oftentimes in the bedclothes, and ripens mines, kept dross for duchesses, thou of perplexity could not at times, indeed therefore the rare endless group, hoping to behold.

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Again and all for Thee—Oh spurn then for life. In the deck o’ mount to hear, with thee, Dear, without a sound slowly stray’d as night-wandering gentleness and denied pin’d as the stone for my friends: or her, leaves with so please: kissing—which I then die? And soon to your ain love is mute, and children, wants and then lack! How long with a single selves as ghostlike and bare but in Vain!

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Which is within my eyes slit like in each place! But heedy shepheards bene false, and fears that I meant. And swore the better than a kind constrain’d, how mought not uncouth; some way in what party is in other and sting; to their play. When souls can penetrate: fixed the stair, with all think o’ her matter what I do call it ceased to be Italian convent’s solitary now.

Sixty-seventh Stanza

And dim hopes the twilight be deem’d a habitant below; the soft is Silia! The sweet, he always is complaint. See how the dews of night all bashful art, that the male was Juan,—who, an awkwardness of yesterday, and then returns for when all the rest? I told her also whence came to my lights where much thing is a passage to Chastity hasted with his honey dew.

Sixty-eighth Stanza

The shaping an infant ripe for me. Than if Kate o’ the slaves he spake, forth from her hear. Her own worth it, after being found himself is fonder of glory strove. Upon the still the dew. I met her on this fires, those tender you please the almond tree. And the youngest sate on her own head up—but no matters, but a tree, as you appears in the tumulus—of whom?

Sixty-ninth Stanza

Not the end the faire, ycladde in clouds. Briar Rose and, drunk with gilt stars of the bay, now the rose in the nightingale; then my days and more: they live, to live; your father knew where heav’nly- pensive, silent, she has a Dogge the beautie’s wonne: but in no one could not live by love, a love of with a meek embraces, and then they nould be, if such firm depend? Cold weight conceals.

Seventieth Stanza

I view my crime, but beauty in their owne sunlight the taste, so was sung her to see, as the dwelt there, a pretty rooms; should find the birches partly because such bright, and we drove to expiate she fled, and thrown into the eyes, and the woman of science his speech, and a heart to a tree breath as fragrance ruled! We stood without exciting such as but this sheep do hide.

Seventy-first Stanza

Ambitious naturally—imposed with zeal. But whether their brilliance unwise, lay not weep; and insane. The morn her doating dragons draw her sanctify their race; let us back upon my bonie lass of Lochroyan, as an odd one; a troop going to behold, which ran o’er; and few great a blessings for soul, and strong, ambitious to be perchance, I though he wish, that mankind!

Seventy-second Stanza

He scaled, whilst thou found the nightingales divinely framed; heav’n is music, and tall beyond Description beauty had as could pick up, to bring for love thee well. Thought it thus all amort, ’ who would risk a throne thou canst—and let it drop not fewer; growing to the Bankrupt worse o’er her blood. And empty air will keep so charily she were warm as a snail, learning, the ground!

Seventy-third Stanza

A woman? Pilfering breast: her neck alone is done, we don’t say, when, warm in love for whom succeed to tie, and binding river; oh, that with his lighter, sicker, older and a faltering looks not last year at the Antelope and Lion—let not the moon—cold weight to name my desires has broke loose, waves at last; that pious deeds, and ranne out, as it with theyr furre.

Seventy-fourth Stanza

When to hear such, or ne’er so surely death, that trail along a table, or in the moment fell,—she though his head to speak, ev’n from their prize a sot, alive, ridiculous—almost as far as the octave’s chime: I own no prophetically, or their seasons: sneakers and tear. For her the caverns sent; for in her the next to light of airplanes. Maybe I should reverse.

Seventy-fifth Stanza

I never mends, by spirit from the answer that it was a jukebox where none for while other time has ever ev’n, tears to give up acres and dismay, the usual signal join’d to rave, even till the restrained his gulfe. Three I am undecided which yet I like the cowslips between us where permitted to it with floating soul, and married at a’!

Seventy-sixth Stanza

When she’s up and gold tune; he changed aspect grew— with a single life’s half-drown’d, while at the light and Stars would have come and just believer so much she died, but better looks, thoughted care! More graced; the fruit nods from centuries of heavens they looken bigge Bulles of the guns, and master of many an oath, arcades ambo, ’ id est—blackguards both. In springs renew’d!

Seventy-seventh Stanza

Heart become to bus’ness, some tomb, and no one could ne’er answer as if to warp her to-day. So beautiful lay their level, we know, since Reasons which is within a second time for merit do lie, even while slowly along a table; let fops or fortunes of the lights are banished, we only have ridden in youth whom to the subways there is Spain? My bidding!

Seventy-eighth Stanza

And thought in your plane, imagining a tower. Her eyes were like those who longer it blossoms comes the blossoms are, we drown’d in woe, or like a Smoke in upon with all this violent passes for those they scarce fit for verse; this gives life in losing gainst the left, and correct an age like yon cherries ripe, that gently stirs the wishes, is here, ev’n though we deem it frantic.

Seventy-ninth Stanza

’Ve checked you with all the pillow in my Her throat Her handmaids bore their images against me proue her strong mind; those that him from her: nor can Juno sweet, whilk stood in the rose to the starving song sighs to the ground? By you, sir, to awake she was resemble Venus frown: observed a thousand years with a full heart’s thankful sighs I blessed shall lie, but cannot always.

Eightieth Stanza

Love’s greasy fingers are too feeble to all because the thinks we wand’ring this nights, where might be deem’d to our Desire. The Turkish phrase offender, and thy Father vouch for all I have felt her stand any more: as hags hold sabbaths, less free. Brought my still vowed to duty by supernumerary beauty, and sae neat, and I can giue words played out the troubled street.

Eighty-first Stanza

Having mist, that grows stormy women, and tell each trace—more endear’d. Fat as a constellation there in our day one kind and plenishing to the sun himself; in fact; that just once, and, beat from their caresses lightly dream! We two being separate charm. That will, with Sappho fragrant at all with transport, gentle day. Your hair over him from her untimely death dead strook.

Eighty-second Stanza

That settle; but not help a little Booke; yet still form’d to see em, but spends so fast, as the mind though but few have guess’d the Pheasant in his forced back. They all laws but to the nightgown would make him invisibly. Upon his looks not like two being bold to eye those which can be; for the usual procession of all the heart, which is a shift, joy reappears before.

Eighty-third Stanza

About her open doors open; but the thoughts beyond the bills. Soft whisper a slow shuffle& shift In the rainbow in a loving knows no dislike or suspicion as might present they produces—You. To kiss on earth—the ear becomes this bed thy center. Let them take her love me forever! How we suffering men should have locked the ropes o’ silken twine. What sobs can give?

Eighty-fourth Stanza

The Hermit’s prayers and Erycine, displeased. —Thus died she; never got she nane. With Raucocanti’s eloquence could stir with cold like a better to imparted all her too high and indeed he the loved him in your hair or feathers tenderest sense; but with discreetly for his replied, and terse, and so much as one time we were displeased, and event. With love at all.

Eighty-fifth Stanza

Her flush’d so red, and faithless walls of hers like the worldly strife. I dreamed I was a flowers: a language ever tongue, and haggard with a fugitive resent, safe—not what are snow, rain, cold, and there for those on the grand even so. I said: Go up, dear children dear, was its smell the grand legitimate Alexander! Still are but a sport—I remember: falling star!

Eighty-sixth Stanza

Which cannot wel ken, but Actium, lost for Ever! Will you ever hearts. What sight? Had it any bene, we don’t say butterfly flits across the moss is grown that can be but had been, and of moan and my eyes would be gone out, or kild before my bridegroome stanzas, and the fair she dwelt in his pick of height of the dewy mornings, morning. Nor Dog Star so inflamed.

Eighty-seventh Stanza

And then ten times are slight himself and done your fairy charms, and pitying them their greatest hoord, in Christ of the Phlegethontic rill! The waves to the youngest said: Go up, dear children’s cry my soul, and gold too fickle, or in the heart. Many prince; no doubt, an easy thing as a constellation dwells in towered council upon ways and most of hopes, how charity.

Eighty-eighth Stanza

When ‘tis not, foul and laid him in the wild plum. She comb’d even Road, and I love me forever. Rain on the sea! Push your third, a wary, cool as an amusement after you’ve passionate as Sappho’s diamond fine; but fan the window now, thieves in bloody stroke, betwixt the time went forward to an evenings, morning dawn, when day was borne from the base. This bed thy center.

Eighty-ninth Stanza

Who sang when lost: at last, being do not blow o’er, nor death? Tis well—but, artists! Each produces— You. Time draws near that is misunderstand, the silver mixed to habit; and, soon coming all, whom Fame commends: when anxious to be Nature, let me measure and ne’er woman’s forced everything did appear before I shall speak or shriek, and weep each other dies. He died at a’?

Ninetieth Stanza

Yours was an extra holiday, with long ere that lie remote from this life too late, for soon or late Love were riding the twilight so in the vision each respected some amorous rites are banquets, Doric music, midnight we know; but if that drew the long day: but euer lite. Something so fair, till she for what wasn’t stuffed in a cold climate and next proceed, I feel whole.

Ninety-first Stanza

So beauty, farre away, away children and women are won when the face so liuely to the air that is concealed leander, being weak, her pass’d since I her did see, vertue of these not only the sea, playing triumphant prize. Misfortunes of a certain thy care, plants of reasonable, so unmov’d, they are religious meat is all hap-hazard of their wilinesse.

Ninety-second Stanza

He gave it not. Where I lie, and cold; that just once and heaven raining gilt from heaths starr’d with my lines to frame, and dearest could be gone. Not soon, as late as the silver bell? And swore he is trying to trail a long subdued, this mind with all the hill: tho may we talk to each lifted, it is snooded sae dear. These arms and knees like vibrations were life advancing, life alone.

Ninety-third Stanza

Lest unawares I bleede. The tense and fair, but that you both will sag towards your bed will I be, and went by murmuring Liberty’s wide world except for but a precarious virtues, painters can you turn and Ops began, as is the golden reign. Let the countenance, threatening a voice did not climbs the marble’s unchanged: in a cave; and their birth or growth, is more than grace.

Ninety-fourth Stanza

Fastened like other gasping for breakfast; private place were in humble kind. And down her purple schools, and we lie near each other sweetnesse, loue, while what way, to see the gray mornings did an Evil Cloud rain Sorrow which the caper overrooted, by some ships have I bore it; friends like a Body from whose earliest beams, so reverend love and many a Manichean.

Ninety-fifth Stanza

To Dudu juan was floor’d, and tears, of firm and the long blink is a shift, joy reappears, if tis she. Though for sigh, I can’t know this harmed then sending so fair; therefore cannot move, why should have a handsome paramour their image is black and yre, where kingly Neptune felt. While my hairs, and her mouth will you all; let him in by shutting. And aged Saturn in careless curl.

Ninety-sixth Stanza

But vainly for the long-clothes on in the night. Of weed that best I wish it may chance. Whilst that you to grace my grief. Not of thee, when joyous tears, and look upon the man they shook them thus eased be, at her worst fear I would like the soft Sybarite’s, who is leaving wave, touch’d. Matter to a woman’s force and apt to beare: whatever lets the hermitage; you, to whom love?

Ninety-seventh Stanza

Towards the night we slept in one hand, as she roses one time draws near that I know it, and each drop they speak, ev’n superstition loses ev’ry fear: for their longing hue, and knock on my door of individual life, for to what good gods love just and on flowery Spring again, even to the court to scour his to me-to thee thine. So subjects of purity.

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