#gods if they do any sort of like premier I will literally pass away
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Huge day for girls who are, well... me.
#this is my superbowl#this is my roman empire#this is my 9/11#this is my avengers#like you dont understand my worlds they are colliding#gods if they do any sort of like premier I will literally pass away#aew#all elite wrestling#mjf#maxwell jacob friedman#jeremy allen white#the bear#the iron claw
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hey so “find me” dropped on premiere and i just watched it, so you know what that means??
it’s review time!
(super rambly as usual) spoilers under the cut
before i say anything, let me say, IT’S FINE, Y’ALL. as predicted. people are gonna be dramatic bc there are daryl/leah scenes, but like...we been knew? and some of them were rly important caryl-wise. (tbh, the episode was kind of boring and just a set-up for other stuff, lmfao)
okay, review:
opening credits, which i think most of us have already seen, were cute. obvi there was some weird tension with daryl that leads to the coming-to-a-head thing at the end, but their banter is still cute af
they went fishing and daryl’s reaction to carol was adorable, and there’s an important parallel later on, so bookmark this
similarly, there’s an important parallel to carol’s “the dead catch up to us eventually”/daryl’s “i ain’t gonna let it”, so bookmark that, too
dog is the instigator for the flashbacks, so if you wanna blame anyone, blame him. he races to the cabin, which for some reason daryl, who spent five years in this forest, seemed surprised to see? didn’t you literally map out that whole area, my dude? whatever
cue flashback!
i might have the scene order mixed up, but i think it starts with daryl being all sad by himself, and then dog as a puppy shows up and he’s like “!!! a dog!!!” which is v cute, and then he runs back off. we don’t meet leah yet
we see carol and daryl having a conversation while standing on opposite sides of a river for no reason except to probably symbolize distance or maybe covid, lol. the conversation basically goes:
carol: things are different
daryl: yeah
carol: how long are you gonna be out here?
daryl: -shrug emoji-
carol: i get why you’re out here, and i’d join you if things weren’t...
daryl: different
carol: yeah
daryl: yeah. anyway, it’s gonna rain, and also i’m having emotions, so ttyl
the end
at some point we see daryl sitting with an extremely unhappy face while it pours rain on him in the dark, and i want that as a reaction gif IMMEDIATELY
also the rain destroys his “where in the world is rick grimes?” map, which makes him v upset and scream-y, and we get the idea that he might be going a bit bonkers being all alone looking for a dead (or, ig, kidnapped by helicopter) man
in present day carol finds the note, and is like “oh dunk, she lived here??” so she knew about leah, and daryl’s like, “i already told you everything,” and carol’s like, “no you didn’t,” so we go back to flashbacks (but i’m still not sure what parts carol didn’t already know?? whatever, it’s not that important)
i’m just gonna hit the highlights of the flashbacks bc they were not that thrilling:
first time daryl meets leah the dog leads him to her cabin, and leah ties him to a chair and holds a gun to his head being like, “what are you doing on my land?” bc apparently you can claim whole forests during the apocalypse, and daryl says very little, and eventually she lets him go
next time dog finds daryl and he brings her back and leah is like, “the dog likes you” and they’re kinda flirty, and then daryl says very little and leaves
next time daryl is surrounded by walkers and leah shows up and helps and they hide in a tree and are awkwardly close to each other and daryl cannot handle the close physical contact so when the walkers pass he says very little except to tell her to never come back again, lmfao
the next flashback is my favorite bc daryl just fucking
goes to leah’s cabin and throws a fish at the door???
i laughed for ten years
he throws a fucking fish and then stands there for a minute like “is she gonna notice that i gave her a fish??” like, no, dumbass, you didn’t even knock, you just threw a fucking fish at her fucking door, what is wrong with you??
no wonder it’s taken him and carol so long if he thinks throwing fish at people is a smooth move. boy has NO fucking game
anyway, leah gets him back by finding him and throwing the fish at his head, being like, “wtf, don’t throw fish on my porch?” which, fair, leah
IMPORTANT CARYL PARALLEL (from here on out known as “caryllels”) #1: so earlier i mentioned the carol fish thing, and apparently the same thing happened with leah, where she speared a fish on her first try and daryl was like “tf?” v blatant “we are supposed to be thinking about carol and daryl’s relationship during this scene” sort of thing
leah’s backstory is bland. had a family, they got eaten or disappeared or something. she, her adopted son, and dog’s mom got away, but the kid was bit, and died the same day dog was born, bc ig when god closes one door, he replaces your dead son with a puppy, or however the idiom goes
ONLY PART THAT GOT ME LEGIT EMOTIONAL:
leah asked daryl who he lost, and he says, “my brother”
asklfdjaslfdjskl
god i miss rick
i hated rick for so long and now i miss him so much
but i digress
IMPORTANT CARYLLEL #2: leah and daryl have the same “the dead get you eventually”/”i ain’t gonna let it” conversation as caryl had earlier, only daryl is playing the role of carol in this scenario, so again we’re supposed to be comparing the two relationships. lemme get through the rest of the summary and then i’ll tell you my opinion on what that means
fuck what even happens next?
i have these out of order bc they were all the fucking same, but the two of them get closer, and there is the vaguest suggestion of sex ever. you literally only see daryl’s hand
then jump-cut to them sitting at the table being emo, ig bc daryl was gonna go back to look for rick for a bit, and leah is like “who do you belong with? your brother you won’t stop looking for? your family that you left? [side note: that seemed rather pointed, like, “hey hoe, you abandoned your family, that was kind of a dick move”] or me?” and he says he doesn’t know, and she’s like “yeah you do, now choose”
jump-cut to caryl scene where carol finds him at the river and says that she won’t be visiting as much, and daryl’s like “k” and they have a brief argument where daryl’s all snippy, like, “what? do you want my permission for you to move on with your life? i’m not still emo about the fact that you’re moving on with your life, and i also don’t think it’s contextually significant that every time you show up in my flashbacks you explicitly mention that you’re married and have a kid,” and carol is like, “bro, you need to Get Your Shit Together and come home”
jump-cut to daryl having what i’m assuming is an epiphany that carol/fam have all moved on while he was out being emo, and so he decides to go be with leah, except, plot twist! she’s gone. the picture of her and her son is gone, but dog is still there. daryl leaves the note, which says, “i belong with you, find me”
for those freaking out about the wording about the note, may i remind you that she specifically asked, “do you belong x, x, or with me?” so he was just answering the question
aaaaaand back to present day
carol is like, “what do you think happened to her?” and daryl is all -shrug emoji-, and then she’s like, “...do you think she might have just...you know...left?” and daryl gets rull offended, which was kind of funny
(she probably just left, bud)
carol tells daryl to stop thinking that when people leave it’s bc of him, and connie’s name gets thrown into the mix, and daryl gets a “oh here we fucking go” look on his face, and it sets him off
he said basically what we were already spoiled for. “you just want to run, you don’t know when to stop, i shouldn’t have taken you off the boat bc you still just want to run” etc
and carol looks fucking HEARTBROKEN, which hurt me, and she goes into the other room and we end the episode with daryl staring forlornly out of the window
the end
okay
so quick analysis
i think the significance of this episode is supposed to be so we have an understanding of why daryl is suddenly so !teamfamily, and !teamfuture, and how badly he wants carol to be there with him. at one point, one of them even says, “this isn’t about leah, or connie,” or anyone but the two of them. the title “find me” feels significant, bc the whole episode is daryl grappling with where he’s supposed to go, and what his purpose is, and by the end, he says to carol, “i know where i belong,” (implying, with her and the fam), pulling us full-circle. in the first flashback onward he is lost, but by the end he is found -cue amazing grace-
daryl and leah were flirty, but to me it felt very much like something that was just being used as daryl character development. we barely got anything that juicy between the two of them (except the fish throwing thing, that was amazing), and i still don’t think that it would make any sense, regardless of the showrunner, to pair daryl up with some rando after having so many other choices that people would have preferred. i don’t think we’re meant to #endgame ship it, so much as we are supposed to be like, “oh, ok, daryl learned the power of family and stability and leveled up, -you know what that is? growth gif-” as a result, i literally have no idea what leah’s role is gonna be in s11, but i don’t think it’ll be a huge plot point
so now we firmly know where daryl stands. he is all about moving forward, not looking back, and doing the best he can, and he’s frustrated bc when he took carol off the boat he wanted her to be in the same place as him so that they could grow together, but she wasn’t and isn’t there yet
so my guess is that what’s next for carol’s storyline is her reaching that same zen-level daryl’s at
once they’re both there, then they get to ride off into the sunset and make passionate love under the moon casting shadows over the vast desert wasteland
whew
anyway
tl;dr: idk, episode was fine, if not kinda boring. lots of caryllels. can i go back to writing my vietnam war au now?
the end
(stay hype, stan kang, and get daryl to call carol sweetheart 2k21),
-diz
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Poison
By @faylor for @gr-eet
Rating: General
Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark
Summary: Peter and Tony are at a SI press event/dance/gala and Peter accidentally drinks a spiked/poisoned drink meant for Tony.
Additional Prompt: “Do you even care?”
“So what d’ya think, kid? Burgundy or black for the tie?”
The question hadn’t even fully registered to Peter as he focused maybe a little too hard at the scribbles of words and numbers in his notebook.
“Or do you even care?” Tony continued with a chuckle.
“Yeah, that’ll look good, Mr. Stark,” the teenager blurted without even for a moment breaking eye contact with his work.
“Okay, I think it’s time to take a break.”
“I’m almost done, Mr. Stark. I promise, just lemme...”
“Kid, you’ve got literally all weekend to finish your homework.” He took a few steps closer toward the couch where Peter was sitting. “And besides, you’ve gotta get ready, too, you know. T-minus 20 minutes before we gotta head down. Pepper won’t be too happy if we decide to show up fashionably late.”
Peter finally managed to tear his eyes away from his work to look at his mentor. “I know, I know. I just wanted to try and get all of this done so I’d have the rest of the weekend free.” He shrugged. He was going to be spending the entire weekend at the tower, which meant plenty of time in the lab to tinker around and brainstorm new suit upgrade ideas. But first, he’d have to survive a fancy Stark Industries party that was being held at the tower. From what Tony had told him, it was supposed to be some kind of charity ball or something, and that it would be a pretty fancy event. Suit and tie kind of fancy. Which, Peter admitted, he wasn’t exactly the most comfortable about.
Sure, he was at least sort of excited about it, but at the same time he worried about feeling too out of place. He was sure there’d be basically no one there he’d know, and definitely no one of his age. But Tony has asked him to come, so of course he would. Plus, he thought it might actually be kind of fun to meet some new people anyway.
“I promise, we’ll have plenty of free time even after you finish your homework. Now come on, kid. Let’s get you all dolled up, shall we?”
Peter rolled his eyes at Tony, a small laugh escaping from him. “Fine.”
After Peter got dressed in his probably way too expensive suit that Tony had gotten for him, he made his way back into the living room area.
“Um, Mr. Stark?” he asked, an almost apologetic smile on his face as he held out his neck tie. “Do you think you could maybe...”
“Sure, bud.” Tony smiled, stepping toward him and taking the tie.
Twenty minutes and a bit too much hair gel later, Peter walked out of the elevator behind Tony, his fingers toying with the hem of his jacket. He wasn’t exactly sure what to expect as they walked down a corridor and finally reaching a doorway. Peter’s eyes widened as they walked though it, finally seeing the event room.
The entire ballroom was decorated so nicely. All the tables were set toward the front, covered in fancy, white cloths with plate settings already in place. And everyone there was dressed as if they were attending some big Hollywood movie premiere. Peter was almost overwhelmed as he took all of it in. The only kind of parties he’d ever been to were house parties - well, one house party, that is - so this was totally new to him.
He hesitantly followed Tony as he made his way through the room of people until they’d made it to a table where Pepper was already sitting and talking to someone Peter didn’t recognize. Tony had pulled out the chair next to her, taking a seat as he placed a kiss on her cheek.
“Hey, there you two are.” She turned to Peter with a warm smile. “You look very nice, Pete.”
“The kid does clean up pretty nice, doesn’t he?” Tony added.
Peter chuckled, feeling his cheeks turn a bit pink as he tugged at the bottom of his jacket. “Thanks. The suit’s really nice, Mr. Stark, really.”
“Don’t mention it.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Now, why don’t you have a seat? Unless you’d rather just stand there to eat your dinner.”
So he took his seat next to Tony, placing his hands in his lap as he peered around the room once more. It was filled with, as he’d expected, people who he didn’t know. There were maybe one or two slightly familiar faces that he’d seen around the tower a few times though.
“So, um, do all of these people work for you, Mr. Stark?” he wondered.
“Some of them, yeah. Some are from other companies, too. Might have to introduce my favorite intern to them, huh?”
“Oh, um sure!” Peter smiled, his enthusiasm showing within his features. Okay, so maybe this night wasn’t going to be as bad as he’d thought. His eyes wandered again, scanning the sea of people for maybe even one familiar face.
He broke his concentration as one of the waiters had approached their table, tray in hand as he offered drinks to them. Peter watched as Tony grabbed a couple of the red tinted glasses and held one out to him. He hesitated, his brows furrowing slightly. Was... Was Tony actually offering him alcohol?
“Don’t worry, kid. These aren’t alcoholic,” Tony assured with a smile. “Just sparkling cider. I don’t think I’d ever risk the wrath of your aunt if she found out I’d let you drink.”
“Oh. Um, right.” He took one of the glasses from Tony, his lips quirking into a small smile. “Thanks.” He lifted the glass to his mouth, taking a sip.
The moment the liquid passed his lips, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Something was wrong. He slowly swallowed the swig he took as he glanced around the room. Nothing seemed to be out of place. No one seemed to be posing a threat. So what had made his senses go off?
His answer quickly came in the form of lightheadedness, and he blinked as his eyebrows crinkled. Where had this feeling come from? It was getting worse by the second, too. His eyes darted around, his heart pounding as he found it increasingly hard to catch his breath.
“Kid?” Tony’s voice was brimmed with worry. Peter couldn’t decipher what was going on, but he knew it wasn’t good. And now his stomach felt like it was on fire. Was he getting sick? But it didn’t feel like any sickness he’d ever had before. This was different. Intense. Painful. Unnerving.
And now the room was spinning, the walls closing in on him as his throat refused to let go of his breath. This was bad. Really bad. But he couldn’t panic. He had to stay calm. He wasn’t dying. He wasn’t. Was he?
He turned to his mentor, head spinning at what felt like a trillion miles an hour, and his heart was nearly jumping out of his chest by now.
“Mssr Stark...” Peter slurred, his legs starting to turn into jelly as the glass slipped from his hand, shattering on the floor. “I... I don feel s-“
And then he was on the ground, blackness caving in on his vision as he choked on the air he’d been struggling to intake. Tony’s voice faintly echoed through his ears before it began to fade. Then, nothing.
A faint beeping coming from Peter’s left was the next thing he remembered as he felt himself slowly regain consciousness. Then the pain in his head began to come back, and he tried to figure out where he was.
But he found it almost impossible to open his eyes fully, because everything was so bright. Why was everything so bright? Wait, was he actually dead? Was this that metaphorical light that everyone talked about seeing when you die? But there was that beeping. Right. Not dead. So, in a hospital? But why? What had happened to put him in a hospital? He remembered the party, and seeing all the people. Then he remembered the drink.
The drink.
It made sense. Drinking from it had been the last thing he remembered before he’d gotten sick. Before he’d blacked out. But that had to be it. The drink had to have been spiked with something. But why? Why would someone want to poison him? Oh god... had someone figured out his identity? His mind raced through the speculations a bit too quickly for his still aching head, the train of thought only stopping once he’d heard the door of the room he was in opening.
He forced his eyelids open, blinking rapidly as he tried to adjust them to the light, and he’d noticed a figure moving toward him. His vision came back into focus, and he saw that the figure was that of Helen Cho. Okay, so he was sure that he was in a hospital now. Or, rather, the tower’s medbay.
“Peter?” Helen’s voice was soft as she spoke to him. “How’re you feeling?”
“‘M okay,” he mumbled, still feeling a bit groggy. “Head hurts.”
“I’d say it does.” There was a slightly concerned expression on her face. “Do you remember what happened?”
“The drink...” He paused. “Was I... poisoned?”
Before Helen could even answer, the door swung open again, and Tony came practically sprinting through it, worry plastered across his features.
“Kid?” Oh, he sounded so worried. Scared, even. Peter blinked again, his brows furrowed as he watched his mentor approach him. Peter’s mind jolted again as he remembered that Tony had also taken a drink from that same tray last night. Had he been poisoned too? But he was obviously fine. Did he even drink his?
“Mssr Stark? I- Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Pete.” Tony’s tone softened. “You really scared me, you know. I thought...” His voice trailed off.
Helen looked between the two of them before she spoke again. “I’ll give you two a moment. I’ll be back in a few minutes to run some tests, Peter.” She nodded at him with a soft smile before turning toward the door and making her way out.
Peter’s gaze turned back to Tony. “I’m fine, I promise.”
“I know, I just- I thought I’d lost you, Pete.” He ran a hand over his face, sighing. “Bruce and I ran some tests on that cider you drank, and... I’ll be honest with you, kid, you shouldn’t have survived. But lucky for you, your healing factor was fighting it from the beginning.”
“Oh...” His eyes dropped. “How long- Um, how long was I out?”
“About eighteen hours.”
Peter’s eyes widened. Eighteen hours?! How had he been out for that long? Sure, his healing factor worked better while he was sleeping, but it never knocked him out for nearly that long before. So it must’ve been really really bad. Even Tony had said he shouldn’t have survived it. Then his mind toyed with the idea of Tony having drank the tampered drink, too. Oh, he didn’t like that. Not at all. He couldn’t even imagine...
“I- Mister Stark? Did you... Was your drink poisoned, too?”
Tony didn’t answer immediately, his gaze falling to the floor for a moment before it found Peter again. “Yeah. It was.” He paused. “I’m assuming whoever did this was going after me, but they obviously didn’t care if you died too as collateral damage.” His voice wavered. “And I don’t know what I’d do if...”
“Mr. Stark...” Peter sat up slightly in his bed, his face scrunching for a moment as he felt a slight pain shift through his body. “You couldn’t have known.”
“But I should’ve. I should’ve had better security and been more diligent on checking the staff, because I could’ve lost you, Pete. And I couldn’t live with myself knowing I could’ve stopped it.” His tone was becoming feverish as he stood from his seat.
Peter felt his heart skip a beat at Tony’s words. He almost felt... guilty. But it wasn’t exactly his fault, was it? Should he have been able to sense that the drinks were spiked sooner?
“I’m sorry...”
“Kid, you don’t have anything to be sorry for.”
“I didn’t even sense anything was wrong until I’d already taken a drink... I should’ve-“
“Pete,” Tony cut him off, sitting himself on the edge of the bed. “None of this is on you. It’s on me.”
“Mr. Stark, I don’t blame you.”
“I know, kid. But I do. I should’ve made sure you’d be safer.”
“But it was a party. Usually those are pretty safe.”
“This one apparently wasn’t. But I’m gonna make sure that never happens again.”
“But I’m fine. You didn’t actually have anything to worry about.” Peter shrugged.
“I’m always gonna worry about you. You’re my kid, Pete. If something were to happen to you on my watch, that’d be on me for the rest of my life.”
His kid? Tony thought of him as his kid. Peter felt his cheeks warm at the concept, but in the best way possible. And it wasn’t exactly like Tony was his dad. But he was the closest thing Peter had to one. And now Tony had told Peter that he was his kid.
“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. Not anymore,” Tony continued.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s alright, Pete. I’m just glad that you’re okay. You feeling any better, by the way? Helen said you’d have one hell of a headache when you woke up.”
“Well she definitely wasn’t wrong about that.” Peter chuckled, rubbing the side of his head. “But I’m feeling a bit better now.”
“Good.” He reached up to tousle the teenager’s curls, a soft smile playing on his face. “Now rest up, kiddo. We’ve got some time in the lab to make up for tomorrow, if you’re still up to it.”
“Yeah, of course!”
“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about that homework you didn’t finish, either.”
“That you wouldn’t let me finish,” Peter reminded him with a smirk. Tony returned it with one of his own.
“I think that poison’s obviously gone to your head. You’re making stuff up now.”
“Mr Stark!” Peter’s face turned to feigned offense, inciting laughter from his mentor.
“Get some rest, kid. I’ll see you in a bit.”
And so he happily did, knowing that Tony would be there for him no matter what. Knowing that he was his kid.
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kiri n the reader have a platonic relationship, but every once in a while they'll get together in secret n watch movies together? its their little thing, bcuz when they watch romcoms (which is smn i definitely see kiri secretly liking) they both get a bit sappy during it n only trust each other to be that emotionally vulnerable around? kiri doesn't want to look weak n the reader is usually reserved they both feel comfortable ugly sobbing n huggin it out together b4 swearing not to tell a soul
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This was so much fun to write😂 I added a lil twist and made the reader BAKUGOU’s TWIN SISTER!!
I feel like you probably wanted this to be really cute, but I don’t think I translated into that well…. 😅 but I really I laughed a lot though, so I hope you enjoy it half as much as I did! ❤️
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Tectonic Plates and Platonic Dates. (Kirishima x Reader (friendship))
You could honestly never get over how absolutely pathetic you probably looked as you sat a sobbing, wet mess in Kirishima’s bed.
The two of you had seen your fair share of these kinds of things since your friendship began not too long ago; however, no matter how many times you witnessed it, it would still bring tears to your eyes when the girl towards the end of a rom/com would almost loose hope in her significant other, just to be swept off her feet in the end.
Like, how many goddamn fight scenes and heartbreak soundtracks would it take before you had a heart of steel? The world may just find out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop first.
“Sally totally deserves better than this man, but I want them to find happiness so bad, bro,” Kiri whispered as he scooted closer to you in his bed to hand you a tissue, “Why did he give me such a tough ultimatum? Not manly at all, dude,” he finished as he shook his head and solemnly retreated deeper into his covers for comfort.
“Yeah, fuck Harry for making my eyes hurt,” you quietly replied with a choked sob before blowing your nose into the towel.
God, if only Bakugou could see you now. How would your brother think of you, his tough-as-nails, older twin– reduced to a ball of tears next to his best friend by corny cinematography.
Damn good corny cinematography.
But that’s beside the point. Damn good or not, it was absolutely dire that the two of you kept your scandalous rom/com meetings a secret. Kirishima being the human embodiment of manliness would never dare bruise his masculinity by watching the “About Time”, and the mature, big sister of the all-mighty Bakugou twins would never forsake feminist movements of the last 70 years and watch crap like “Hitch” or “Love Actually.”
So why did you two have to catch each other at the premier of Mama Mia 2 a few months ago?
Little did you know that that day would only be the beginning to many secret meetings between you two closeted cornballs. What had started out as an accidental (and awkward) interaction at the movie theaters turned out to birth a series of the most classified operational meetings of the century.
A secret tradition that was about to bust wide the fuck open.
Both you and Kirishima nearly jumped out of your skin as three loud knocks were heard at the door,
“Kirishima, bro, I know you’re up!” Kaminari’s voice sounded on the other side of the door, “Nobody, goes to sleep this early on a Friday night unless you’re Bakugou. You gotta look at this tiktok Sero and I just made!”
You immediately threw the laptop off of your lap and jumped out of the bed. You threw a frantic glance at the door and your heart dropped even further when you noticed that it was unlocked.
You two had been so damn discreet— you had staggered your departures from the common area, you alternated rooms frequently, you made sure that you both had palpable alibis for your absences.
All that work, and you were about to be foiled because you forgot to lock the damn door.
“Bro, Iida walked in the middle of it!” Kaminari continued with a laugh before you heard the door knob shift.
Your heart violently thudded against your chest as the metal knob began to turn. You painfully whipped your head back to Kirishima, before spastically grabbing him and desperately throwing him off of the bed toward the door, “Do something!” you harshly whispered as you threw him a pleading glance.
“I- uh… NO!” Kirishima yelled toward the door, halting the movement on the other side. His eyes darted between you and the knob, “DON’T COME IN I’M…” the boy’s eyebrows rose to the top of his forehead as he tried to find his next words, “… Naked?” his voice trailed off in a high pitch and his shoulders came up for a shrug as he searched your expression for approval.
He found nothing of the sort.
“Oh my fucking God,” you quietly exclaimed as you threw your hand to your forehead with a loud smack.
“Wait, was that… Y/N’s voice?” Kaminari quietly questioned to himself on the other side of the door. Your soul just about escaped from your being as those words reached you.
Oh, my god. There is no god.
You snapped yourself from the utter horror of the situation and snatched your soul from its attempted escape before storming up to the door– lightly swatting Kirishima on the back of his hard head as you passed him, “No one is naked, Kaminari!” you whispered as you swung the door wide open to reveal to room’s contents. Kirishima nervously waved to the flabbergasted Kaminari with a slight chuckle from the ground where you had thrown him, “Take a look for yourself,” you gestured behind you with your lips awkwardly pressed against each other.
Kaminari reluctantly waved back to Kiri before his eyes settled onto your face. He stared at you for a moment with his head tilted, as if he were intrigued be something. Right when you were about to open your mouth and ask, “What?” he spoke up again,
“Are you okay, Y/N? Your face is really flushed and your eyes are red,” your mouth fumbled over itself as you tried to find an explanation, but suddenly, Kaminari got a look in his eye. The blond practically giggled to himself as his mouth tilted up into a mischievous smirk, “Just what were you two kids doing in there? huh, Y/N?” he said a bit too loudly, igniting your jaw to fly wide open,
“No, no, no! Denki!”You composed yourself almost instantaneously as you heard rustling from the room next to Kirishima’s. You waved your hands frantically in front of the blond in front of you. You tried to hush him as he continued, “Shhhhh! No!” you pleaded in a whisper as your face shriveled in terror.
He continued regardless of your impending doom, “Was I interrupting something, Kirishima?” He wiggled his eyebrows as he called out passed your distressed form and toward the redhead who was just then beginning to stand to his feet, “Does Bakubro know about you and his sister?” You could have killed his wanna-be Pikachu headass right then and there,
“Be quiet you idiot! He’s gonna hear y–”
Your words were interrupted as the door next to Kirishima’s violently swung open and banged harshly against the wall, “THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT MY SISTER?!”
Your hands moved to rub your temples in preparation for the oncoming headache that was heading your way as your twin brother furiously marched out of his room.
As soon as you made contact with your brother’s familiar fiery eyes, your entire body tensed up as if to prepare for fight or flight. You never stood down from an altercation with your little brother, but in this moment as you watched disgust and horror flash across his expression at the idea of you and his best friend sneaking around, you wanted nothing more than to shrivel into nothingness in the corner of the room like a dead spider.
So yeah, it seemed as if flight might just be the best option.
Your twin seemed to be at a loss for words as he tried to absorb the scene in front of him, but he quickly snapped out of his trance and re-immersed himself in his usual rage, “What the hell is going on here, shitty hair?!” he growled as he stormed up to Kirishima and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
“You fucking neanderthal, get the hell off of him!” you squeaked as you tried to peel Bakugou off of poor Kirishima.
“Bakugou, man, it’s not what it looks like,” Kiri nervously laughed as you continued to futility attempt to free him from your brothers clutches.
Kaminari could be heard laughing in the background off all of this madness, “Oh yeah,” he mused, “because by the looks of that messed up bed, it looked like you were getting all cuddly and snugly with Y/N.”
“WHAT?!” Bakugou screeched, causing Kirishima’s ears to slightly rattle.A guttural growl tore it’s way from his throat as his grips on Kirishima’s collar became tighter and he began violently shaking the boy– a steady stream of curses and death threats flooding out of him as he did so.
Bakugou was straight up about to shake the last three brain cells that he had right out of his skull, “BAKUGOU CUT IT OUT RIGHT NOW!” You screeched as your face began tingling, “I AM ABOUT 3 SECONDS AWAY FROM KICKING YOUR ASS!”
Kaminari pracctically fell to the ground in laugher, only pausing when you threw him a very heated glare, “Don’t you laugh! You’re gonna catch these fists too, assdick!” Kaminari’s fits of laughter only intensified with your words.
Ass dick. What the fuck did you just say….?
Things literally couldn’t get any worse.
“What going on?” Sero’s approaching voice sounded from down the hall, “What’s with all of the commotion?”
Fucking great.
“None of your damned business!” both you and Bakugou sounded simultaneously- his being much more aggressive than your own.
“Kirishima and Y/N were having a moment,” Kaminari gave a half-assed whisper to Sero.
“Kiri, you sly dog,” the second half to the same idiot replied causing Bakugou to shake the Kiri even harder.
“I swear it’s not like that at all, you guys! Honestly!” Kirshima blurted out, gaining a glare from Bakugou as he quit shaking him– a sign to continue speaking and explain himself,
“Y/N and I were just chilling out. I guess it’s kinda ridiculous that we have hid this for so long but…” he anxiously scratched the back of his neck.
Oh god, you were about to be outted. Revealed. Exposed. Fuck, you weren’t ready for this. There were still so many good movies out there to watch, but you would never get the chance to do so with your twerp of a brother breathing down your neck— ridiculing you for being such a sissy.
Kirishima what the hell are you doing?! They can’t handle the truth!
You stared at Kiri with wide eyes as he continued with a goofy smile plastered onto his face, “We have this… thing where we meet up and watch–”
“PORN.” you blurted out without thinking. As soon as the words flew of your mouth you could feel your face become red-hot with embarrassment.
Kirishima’s face heated up as well as he struggled to find words, “…what…?”
“what?!” Kaminari and Sero simultaneously cried out.
“hWHAT?!!” an unholy screech erupted from Bakugou’s throat as he disgustedly snatched himself away from Kirishima.
You were so embarrased that you didnt even notice your face was literally burning up as smoke began to steam from your cheeks. It seemed as of the five of you gawked at each other for years before a sudden shift within your skin clicked in place and a loud explosion enveloped the room as you literally blew your top.
Your quirk was similar to your brothers, except you couldn’t control your oxidation as spontaneously as Bakugou could, and you could also oxidize sweat from anywhere on your body. This meant that you were basically the human equivalent of a match wherever you rubbed your skin.
It also meant that when you got extremely flustered or overwhelmed, sometimes your quirk would activate, much like Bakugou’s, and oxidize the massive amount of facial sweat you tended to grossly compile in anxious moments and effectively explode your own fucking head.
The four men stared in shock as the smoke cleared from your skull, revealing your seriously pissed off face “GET. THE FUCK. OUUUT!!” you growled wildly.
The three stooges looked at your enraged being in terror as your brother just scoffed and sent you a irritated glance. You just wanted to wipe the stupid look off his bratty little face, “ALL OF YOU!” you commanded as you violently shoved Bakugou out of the room onto his butt.
“WHAT THE FUCK,” he screeched.
“Yes, ma’am.” dumb, dumber and dumbest all three replied as they tried to hurriedly flee away from the crime scene.
You quickly grabbed dumber by the arm, “Not you, Kirishima,” you groaned in annoyance before swiftly yanking the boy back into the room and closing the door to lock it. Bakugou barely missed catching the door.
“Y/N!!! FUCKING LET ME IN!” Bakugou snarled as he banged against the door, “NOW! you idiot! I’ll blast this door straight to hell! Shitty hair, if you wanna keep this door I suggest you let me in right the FUCK now! Don’t you touch my shitty sister!”
You ignored all of his psychotic rantings as you tried to find the comfortable position that you had been in in bed before shit had hit the fan. You calmly opened the laptop up and pressed play on the movie.
Kirishima whippped his head back and forth from you calmly on the bed to the raging shadow of a wild creature just under his door, “Are you… sure this is okay? I don’t think that door will hold much longer,” he couldn’t help but smile a little at the ridiculousness of the situation.
“Good thing the movie only has 10 minutes left,” you tried to shrug off the embarrassment and return to the bliss of rom/com, “Now. I am gonna finish the damn thing. If you wanna leave be my guest.”
Kirishima gave one last glance toward the booming door before walking over to settle down into the bed next to you, “I think I’ll stay here,” he laughed.
“Good choice,” you replied as you looked up to him with a smile.
And you finished the movie even with your feral twin brother making furious, animal-like noises just on the other side of the door.
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swanky fortune - part one | t.h.
Summary: When you clicked the ‘donate’ button on the GoFundMe page, you never would have expected to actually win. But are you going to take advantage of the opportunity or will you embarrass yourself in front of your celebrity crush?
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Song I listened to while writing: Speechless by Naomi Scott
Author’s Note: I literally wrote the last few paragraphs on the train when I came up with such a good idea, I am really proud of it. By the way, if anyone wants to be on a tag list, I can set one up, just send me a message and I will get right on it. ANYWAYS back to the matters at hand! I hope you like it!
Warnings: some swearing
Word Count: 2,4k
Masterlist
Teaser | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten
“What? What happened? Are you okay?!” your roommate Luisa asked as she slid into your room with her sock clad feet, a kitchen towel thrown over her shoulder and her hands dripping with foamy water from doing the dishes.
“I am flying to LA to go to the Far From Home premiere with Tom Holland!” You screeched in excitement and Luisa gave you a look as you jumped up and down excitedly, drying her hands off.
“Geez, I thought you hurt yourself or something,” she sighed, nonetheless, a smile tugged on the corner of her lips. She was happy for you, especially with the rough start of the year you’ve had, this was something you deserved.
“I don’t get your excitement, though,” she said, shrugging with her shoulders. “I mean, he’s cute, but he’s no Chris Evans,” Luisa pointed out and you groaned, slapping your flat palm against your forehead.
“Lu, just- be happy for me, okay?” you sighed and Luisa rolled her eyes at you, though the amusement was clear in her eyes.
“Fine, just for you,” she relented, placing her hands on your shoulders before the two of you jumped up and down squealing loudly.
“Okay, okay, enough squealing,” Luisa said and squeezed your shoulders, beaming at you.
“I am really happy for you, Y/N,” she started, before she furrowed her brows, her lips pressed together in a tight line
“But are you sure you’re not being scammed?”
“Oh my god, Luisa!”
After telling all your friends and family about the news, you finally calmed down a bit, your throat scratchy from all the squealing you’ve been doing. You felt a little bad for your neighbors, but this was an once in a life time event. You never were the one to be really lucky when it came to things like this. You kept thinking that this was a dream (though you weren’t going to say this out loud anymore, since Luisa kept pinching you to prove to you, that you were awake).
Finally, you sat back down to your desk, your studies long forgotten and grabbed your laptop to reply to Tom’s e-mail.
Hi Tom,
I feel very lucky to get the chance to go to the premiere with you, of course I accept the invitation. Please inform me of any further details. I look forward to meeting you and attending the premiere.
Best regards,
Y/N Y/L/N
You read over the few lines you had written, your fingers shaky, feeling anxious about your choice of words. This was your first real interaction with a celebrity and you didn’t want to screw it up. Then again, you weren’t even sure if you were actually mailing with Tom, it was quiet possible that this was his assistant you were talking to. Tom was quiet busy, based from all the pictures you’ve been seeing all over instagram,
You sighed and sent the email off before you exited from your mail account, forcing yourself to pull your focus back to your studies. With your upcoming trip to Los Angeles, you had to take a few days off of university and you couldn’t afford any more distractions. With a quiet groan, you pushed any thoughts about Tom and the upcoming premiere to the back of your head and concentrated on the words in front of you.
As time passed, and emails got more frequent between you and Tom, your excitement grew, just as much as your anxiety did. You were really looking forward to meeting your Tom and attending a fricking red carpet event, but you were also aware of the enormous pressure you would be under. There are going to be thousands of reporters and cameras, not to mention the millions of fans that were recording every little thing from the sidelines with their phones. But that is a price you were willing to pay to get to see Tom. At least that was what you were trying to tell yourself.
As the day of your departure neared, you stood in front of your unorganized closet, and your open, half filled suitcase next to it, contemplating on what you were going to bring with you to Los Angeles. You knew that you only had to pack for a couple of days but you had the urge to grab everything inside your closet and just haul it with you. You wanted to impress Tom and his friends and everyone you were going to meet, and you wanted to be prepared for anything.
You ran your hand through your hair in exasperation before diving into your closet, sorting out the clothes, starting two piles of clothes you considered bringing, and a pile with clothes you weren’t.
In the end you decided to pack some jeans, blouses, shirts and some dresses, tossing some sweats and your pajamas on top, before zipping one half of your suitcase shut. You were planning on going shopping in Los Angeles, hoping to put the 1000$ to good use, because you didn’t have anything red carpet worthy in your 0closet, and if it all came down to the worst, you had packed a black, simple but elegant dress.
You plopped down on your bed with a sigh and pulled your laptop close to scan over the email that was open on the screen.
Hi Y/N,
Can you believe that the big day is already so close? Exciting stuff, huh? Believe it or not, I am really nervous, too, so don’t worry about your nerves.
When you get to LAX, a driver will be waiting for you at arrivals to pick you up an drive you to your hotel. We planned a dinner for the night of your arrival in LA and you are welcome to join us if you aren’t too exhausted from the flight (I do know a thing or two about jetlag). I hope you’re as stoked as I am for the premiere.
See you soon,
Tom.
You wished for the words to have been written by Tom, if you concentrated hard enough, you could even hear him say those words, you wish you could be a person who Tom took the time of his busy day to actually write you an email, but the more you thought about it, the more you were convinced that there was no way that it was Tom who was writing you. Even though the emails looked very personal and in character for him (though you weren’t sure if you could be an actual judge of that, since you actually have never met him before), but logically speaking, you were emailing with an assistant or agent. You were one of a million fans, and even though you won the ruffle to the premiere, what made you special enough for him to take the time to sit down and email with you back and forth?
You pursed your lips and shut your laptop, sliding it in its case and putting it in your backpack, laying down in your bed.
All your thoughts and doubts about the premiere had started to grow bigger and bigger and you pressed your face in your pillow, before screaming into it, the soft filling of the pillow dampening your scream.
“You okay?” you heard a voice ask and you lifted your head to look at Luisa who was standing in the doorway; you couldn’t quiet place the face she was making, you think it was a mixture between amusement and worry.
“Yeah,” you muttered, rubbing your face with your hands. “I’m just nervous,” you told her and she joined you on your bed, patting your shoulder consolingly.
“I know it’s stupid, but I want him to like me and- I don’t know, remember me, I guess? I don’t just want to be another fan he forgets as soon as I leave. And you know how I can get when my expectations are so high, I just,” you mimiced an explosion with your hands.
“Boom.”
While Luisa didn’t share your admiration for Tom, she knew that you could be very self-destructive, especially when you were happy. According to you, it wasn’t possible to get everything you’ve ever hoped for and be happy. When you were dating your ex-boyfriend, you kept questioning your happiness, kept looking for errors and faults that weren’t there; and when you finally let yourself fall, he wasn’t there to catch you.
That experience left you vulnerable and raw, and the worst thing about it was, that you were blaming yourself, instead of the boy who broke your heart. Saying, that you should have known your happiness wasn’t going to last, blaming yourself for falling. Ever since then, you’ve always kept a certain distance to happiness. Not in the sense of never doing things that made you happy, but always acting cautiously. You never risked anything, but you were grateful and content with what you’ve got. Other people liked to say ‘no risk, no fun’, but when you were always moving along the lines of ‘no risk, no pain’.
And now this? This was a big ass risk.
“Maybe I should just cancel. I mean, people always say to never meet your heroes, right?” you asked nervously and Luisa swatted the back of your head.
“No way you’re cancelling on Tom Holland. I would never forgive you,” she warned you and you snorted, rolling your eyes.
“Why would you never forgive me? You don’t even like him.”
“You’re right I don’t. But I like you. And right now, you’re suggesting throwing something away that is going to make you so happy, ecstatic even. Meeting your celebrity crush? Hello? I get that you’re nervous, but everything’s going to be fine, I promise,” Luisa said gently and you puckered your lips as you exhaled slowly.
“Just be yourself.”
“Be myself? Oh wow, that’s a disaster waiting to happen,” you snorted and your roommate chuckled, shrugging with her shoulders.
“Perhaps so, but maybe he likes disasters,” Luisa teased and got up.
“Now come on, let’s go get some pizza. This is our last roomie night before you’re whisked away by some British boy.”
“Ugh, stop calling him that,” you complained with a grin and got up, pulling Luisa with you. ”What? It’s true! He is a boy! Now, Chris Hemsworth on the other hand…” she said and wiggled with her eyebrows suggestively, making you groan with laughter as you two exited your bedroom.
“All passengers from flight 21 to LA: Boarding begins in a few minutes, please have your ticket and passport ready,” the announcement rang and you unplugged your headphones, stuffing them in your pocket.
As you stood in line to board the plane, you text your brother to let him know that you’re about to board, knowing that he would inform your mother.
You: about to board the plane
You: wish me luck
baby bro: can I get the 1000$ if ur plane crahes?
baby bro: jk
You: haha. fuck you
baby bro: be safe. Love you
You: I’ll try. Love you too
With a fond roll of your eyes, you pocketed your phone and handed the stewardess your boarding ticket, giving her a timid smile.
“Nervous flyer?” she asked and you grimaced, shrugging. “Eh, sort of,” you replied, reclaiming your boarding ticket after it’s been tagged.
The stewardess smiled brightly at you, looking somewhat understanding. “You’ll be fine. If you need anything, just let my colleagues know. Have a safe flight!”
“Thanks!” you said and flashed her a quick smile, moving to board the plane. After locating your seat, you stashed your backpack in the bin over the seats, only needing your phone and your cellphone during the flight. As you settled into your seat, you noticed that Tom had splurged on your seat, since it was nicer than you were used to. You figured it didn’t even dent his wallet, from what you’ve seen, Tom seemed to travel by private plane a lot so he was probably used to nice and comfortable flights.
But since you weren’t, you snuggled into the seat, took advantage of the big space by your feet and leaned back, mentally preparing for the long flight that was ahead of you.
“Please check your seats to make sure you don’t leave anything behind and thank you for flying with Delta airlines,” a cheery voice rang out of the coms as the passengers lined up to leave the plane, you being one among them.
Your nervousness bubbled just below the surface while you grabbed your suitcase, walking over to the escalators which would take you down to the pick up zone, where a driver would wait for you. While the escalator slowly descended with you on one step, you looked around for the driver, assuming to catch a poster with your name on it. You know, like in the movies.
But as you reached the ground level, you were disappointed since there were was no one with a poster with your name on it. As other people greeted and embraced their loved ones you lugged your suitcase to the side on a bench to sit down, wiping over your face with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.
As the crowd thinned, you were still sitting on the bench, scrolling on your phone, wondering if you should send Tom an email, when a commotion caused you to look up from your phone.
You saw a guy standing next to an older lady, her suitcase sprawled on the floor. The boy was apologizing profusely to the lady and helping her pack up her clothes.
The sun glasses kept slipping off his nose as he scrambled to pack the clothes back into the suitcase. He looked awfully familiar, but you couldn’t quiet place his face since the cap he was wearing was pulled down deep in his face. You shook your head quickly, clearing your thoughts; you haven’t even been in LA for an hour and you were already seeing celebrities everywhere.
“Wow,” you muttered as you glanced at the clock, you’ve been waiting for over half an hour and your driver still wasn’t there.
With a sigh you got up, figuring you could maybe pick up a coffee or something while you waited, when the guy ran up to you, skidding to a stop and looking around. He seemed desperate so you gave him a look, tilting your head. “You okay?” you asked and he nodded, clearing his throat before replying with a deep voice:
“Uh, yeah, I am looking for Y/N Y/L/N,” he said and you awkwardly lifted your hand. “That’s me,” you answered and the guy sighed in relief.
“Oh thank god,” he said with a thick British accent, voice suddenly much higher than before.
“Uh, what-“ you started and when he lifted his sun glasses, you realized who was actually standing in front of you.
Tom fucking Holland came to pick you up from the airport.
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SPN SDCC 2019 OPINIONS
Right now some of you are probably wondering why the fuck you're seeing a post about SDCC when it's September and the answer to that is that I did not have a computer when SDCC happened back in July so I couldn't make this post then, trust me I would have preferred it if I could have, and why am I even bothering to make it when so long a time has passed? Cause I said I was going to and as I've stated in the past I was going to watch the panel and some interviews anyways and share my opinion so I might as well make it into a proper post. Or at least try to, this turned out a little over the place.
Now, originally, back in July, I was thinking of doing something like I had done last year meaning a massive post full of spoilers and info available but as you can guess from the title of this post that did not happen this is because of two reasons:
1) I feel like there was less info than there was for s14, to be fair like I said I didn't have a computer during the time and I wasn't on SM a lot so it's entirely possible that there was a bunch of info and spoilers that never made their way into my very limited radar.
2) September is ending, the s15 premiere is literally around the corner, I don't have the time necessary to go through any and all news and info and spoilers about s15, and to be very honest I don't have the patience either.
So this post is going to be just my opinion on the panel and on some of the things that were said in SDCC interviews, there are still timestamps and some transcripts and all the interviews I talk about plus the panel are linked at the end in their entirety. I watched 4 interviews for each person on the panel with the exception of two people, I did not watch any of M. Collins interviews, I also didn't watch any of Berner's interviews I was going to but Dabb, Singer and BuckLemming test my patience enough as it is. Also I want to keep this post brief so I'm only talking about things that really stood out to me.
Standard disclamer applies that these are all just my opinions and you might not agree with them....
SDCC 2019 Panel
I don't have much to say about this panel, most of it was everybody talking a bit about the legacy of the show, there wasn't really any info given about s15 and in that regard, I am a bit disappointed, I wish they had used the panel more and found a balance between talking about the legacy of the show while also incorporating info about the final season. But I can understand why they would do something more subdued. The only things that stood out to me was Dabb trying to make what I hope is a joke about the ending of the show pleasing only 30% of people and bringing up GOT, regular which I'm not gonna comment on cause I want to keep this post general but those who know know 😉, should go without saying that my heart broke all over again seeing j2 cry over the show ending 💔
And I cannot go without mentioning Dabb's intro to the panel cause it fucking killed me, he must have written it himself 😂
"our next guest very first job on tv was writing for supernatural, after eight seasons in the trenches he ascended to the coveted position of showrunner. Armed with genius talent and deep respect for the characters and stories he's beautifully shouldered the shows vision for the past 3 seasons and now leads us bravely forward on the shows final chapter" [TIMESTAMP]
Interviews
Let's talk about Chuck, everybody seemed to be on the same page about this, they all gave similar answers when asked about it which is a nice change of pace usually they all give different answers but to me it seems like they, once again, dug themselves into a hole they don't know how to get out of and are trying to back out of it, like in one of the interviews Lemming says at one point Castiel will point out to Sam and Dean that whether or not it was god playing tricks on them they would have come across the same crossroads and they are the ones who made the decision about which direction to go not someone else ("cas will point out to them weather it was god playing tricks on us or us doing it ourselves out in the world we would have met the same crossroads or they would have been different crossroads but whatever crossroads we would have come across we made a decision whether to go right or left no one else did that to us" [TIMESTAMP] ) which to me sounds a hell of a lot like free will. And look, everybody has a different interpretation or views on what free will is, I, personally, think free will has nothing to do with whether or not someone/something puts an obstacle in front of us it has to do with whether or not we're the ones who decide how to deal with it meaning that someone/something doesn't make the choice for us. So to me what Lemming is talking about is free will which is what supposedly Sam and Dean never actually had, to be fair it's possible that scene won't happen or that explanation won't be given or it'll be something different but at this point I wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that it was all a test by Chuck and when Sam and Dean go to kill him or something he'll be all 'surprise! you passed your mission is done now you can have peace'; I also wouldn't be surprised if Dabb&co do what they usually do and ignore things after the first three episodes until the mid-season finale and the finale. But hey, maybe they'll prove me wrong, and do something really interesting and complex...not gonna hold my breathe for it though.
Since I already mentioned Lemming there was something she said that irked me, she was asked about the shows influence/impact on sci-fi shows and stuff, I'll leave a link so you can see the whole thing point is she was talking about early seasons and said:
"....we really worked on the physical nature of horror and the psychological results of that, but that takes you just so far as a writer then you sort of realize we have to write about personalities and psychologies of the people living in that horrible universe, so you end up once again revisiting what drama is..."
This irks me. Look I'm not a horror buff, so perhaps it's not my place to talk and to be fair maybe this is not the way she meant to come across and I'm probably alone in this but the way she talks about horror at least in this particular answer comes across to me as somebody who doesn't understand or respect horror. I don't really know how to properly explain myself but her going "but that takes you just so far as a writer then you sort of realize we have to write about personalities and psychologies of the people living in that horrible universe, so you end up once again revisiting what drama is" to me this come across as somebody who doesn't know or understand that you can write personalities and the psychology of people and still be horror. Still stay in that genre, without going into drama territory like horror is so much more than just jump scares. I don't know maybe it's that I'm so tired of everything being put in what I consider outdated boxes of either comedy or drama. Or that I'm tired of horror being shoved into drama's box. Or horror being shoved into a box where it's just gore and jump scares and if it's more than that it's a drama or artsy horror or classy horror or some other bs people say when they don't wanna admit they like horror. Or maybe it's the fact that Eugenie Lemming of all people is the last one that should be saying this when with the exception of ONE episode she and her writing partner don't actually explore personalities or peoples psychology. Or maybe it's the fact that the early seasons where this show was more horror it explored personalities and the psychology of the people in that world way better than the later seasons, even though the later seasons have moved into drama territory and have moved away from its horror roots!
Anyways I'm gonna leave a full transcript here plus the timestamp so you can go and get full context, this was just something that like I said irked me:
"when the show started the mission was to do an hour horror film every week, and really pay attention to the elements of what made horror horror and really put a lot of money into production and make it look good i think we didn't really break ground- yes there were some scary things and special effects in prior shows but we really approached this and build up a post production community, we really worked on the physical nature of horror and the psychological results of that, but that takes you just so far as a writer then you sort of realize we have to write about personalities and psychologies of the people living in that horrible universe, so you end up once again revisiting what drama is love between brothers betrayal between family members, hope dreams promises honor deceit and you do all that- so that can be in every genre it's just packaged as a very classy horror genre..." [TIMESTAMP]
Let's move on to Buckner, he, unsurprisingly, said a lot of things that made me roll my eyes, like he said romance might make an appearance which why??? that's not the point of this show, and:
"that's one of the more exciting aspects of this season is that it's actually covering new turf instead of just doing the things that ave worked for us and just going out on a high note actually it's going to be quite experimental" [TIMESTAMP]
Do I even need to point out why this is a dumb ass approach to handle a shows last season?
Speaking of dumb asses...Dabb. He got asked if Sam was still psychic he answered:
"No, since Sam decided to stop drinking demon blood his powers have gone away, unless he picks it [demon blood] up again" [TIMESTAMP]
Sam had his powers before he got addicted to demon blood, he got his powers when he was a baby because of Azazel, ffs we saw him use his powers in an episode! In season 2! Before the demon blood addiction! He drank demon blood to enhance the powers he already had; it would have made more sense if he had said something like Sam burned his powers after what happened in s5. Sucks that we might never see Sam with powers again but with Dabb behind the wheel it might be for the best.
Now you’ve probably noticed that so far I’ve made no mention of Jared, Jensen or Alex and that’s because with the exception of Jared and Jensen talking about the ending nothing stood out that much to me and as for why I don’t talk about the ending it’s cause I don’t have much to say, Jensen said it took some time but he’s ok with the ending now, Jared that he was ok with the ending they had planned but that it might change and I am both comforted and concerned by their words; even though I didn’t talk about them I am going to link to the Jared and Jensen’s interviews I watched, I personally really enjoyed Jared’s (I love the way he answers questions ❤), sadly I forgot to save the links to Alex’s interviews but if I might try to find them and add them.
So there it is my edited down opinions on this year’s SDCC, if you read this whole thing, thank you. If you read it and didn’t agree with any of it that’s ok, this is as I said just my opinion.
Links:
SDCC Panel
Lemming Interview 1
Lemming Interview 2
Buckner Interview
Dabb Interview
Jensen’s Interviews:
Interview 1
Interview 2
Interview 3
Interview 4
Jared’s Interviews:
Interview 1
Interview 2
Interview 3
Interview 4
#you can tell i lost some steam at the end that's because i am tired af#anti bucklemming#anti andrew dabb#do i even make sense in this post? probably not#mine#incredibly late opinion post about#spn sdcc 2019#one of jared's interviews might be repeated cause i lost the original link and had to go off my history#there are most definetely tags missing but i am too tired to care#i was going to include jared's analogy that ending this show is like putting down a pet but it's gonna get its own post
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Reflecting on McHart: 3x01
Long time no see! But just thought I’d make some little (as it turns out) incredibly lengthy remarks about McHart-related things that stood out to me in the season 3 premiere of The Good Fight! May or may not do more of these throughout the season--let me know if you’re feelin’ it.
Obviously 3x01 spoilers below!
1. Them holding hands, (and her leg slung over him which we couldn’t really see in the scene but did in the promo) and THAT CHIN GRAB, and him indulging her, oh my! (BUT WHY WOULD HE TEMPT FATE LIKE THAT SAYING “WHAT COULD GO WRONG?” DAMN IT, KURT!)
2. I had been planning to make a clever remark about how I had so been looking forward to seeing what a home/bedroom that was truly both of theirs would look like... and then (once seeing it in the promo/promo pics) that apparently it looks exactly like a Diane bedroom, lol (which is sweet in it’s own right too, I suppose, him just letting her run with it... or perhaps her insisting they do it together but then she vetos like 95% of his ideas so then he just gives up). But then I saw the gun case with more than a dozen firearms in it so actually a Diane/Kurt bedroom seems to be a Diane bedroom with an abundance of guns. ...Which honestly kind of surprises me, especially given that they’re not really locked away. Wondering how those negotiations went between the two of them. ...Are the guns in the bedroom going to become relevant in a later episode??? So many questions.
But anyway, further on their bedroom, THAT THING IS FREAKING MASSIVE. I know that they want it to function as sort of a catch-all space for the season so that they can get away with shooting every single McHart home scene in that one space and so it has to serve a lot of functions, but good lord, I think an entire apartment could fit in there? And HOW MUCH SEATING DO THEY NEED? They’ve got enough for--no exaggeration--more than ten in there. That’s insane. Are they planning to have a freaking soiree in there??? HA! ...It is gorgeous though, props to Beth!
3. The domesticity of their morning! He’s shaving (with a shaving brush OF COURSE and probably a straight razor) in a towel in the bathroom and her unpacking his stuff as they talk (or holler, rather) back and forth, just kind of hanging out while doing their own things to get ready for the day. THEY’RE MARRIED. My heart!
4. Diane’s increased knowledge of his guns and his preferences despite the fact that he has probably like 50 of them. How much time does he spend talking about guns and she sits there and lets him and listens, probably mostly because she just loves watching him in his element... and also because THEY’RE MARRIED and idk, I guess you do stuff like listening to your spouse talk about things you’re maybe not totally into when you’re married?
5. He called her (at work vs. her cell) while she was on her way to work, after she had just left him, but we never find out why. WHY???
6.HER HELPING HIM PACK. Ans it’s because she “saw airplane tickets on our account.” On “OUR ACCOUNT.” Something tells me they hadn’t merged much of anything before (including their lives), but they have now and it warms my heart!
7. I actually love the way they handled the hairs/her suspicions.To start with, I think it’s natural that after everything, even if they have moved forward and are starting over, even if she has worked though everything and trusts him, I think it’s perfectly realistic that certain feelings might creep up given certain circumstances. Of course exploring this in the show could’ve easily gotten into “drama for the sake of drama” territory and been incredibly messy and destructive, but it wasn’t.
She wasn’t looking for reasons to be jealous, wasn’t looking to catch him in a trap--they honestly were “just there.” She then handled it so well, asking him reasonable questions, went on with her day, then maturely confronted him about it at home that night. (And honestly, I don’t think she actually thought he cheated, just that he was hiding something perhaps a little less than seemly that had to do with one of his “Fox blonds.”) And then when she does approach him about it, she starts by telling him she loves him! She’s diving into this situation knowing it could be messy/hurtful but wants to preface with an “I love you” cause they are so IN THIS. Oh, also, ya know, he was being dishonest with her/lying to her, so her suspicions were totally valid. ...And on that note, DID KURT REALLY NOT LEARN HIS LESSON ON BEING HONEST WITH HER?!?!? Like he’s the most honest guy with literally e-ver-y-one else... but his wife. I think it just comes from loving her and not wanting to upset/hurt/lose her, but COME ON, MAN.
8. “I’m being paid. I don’t have a job, I’m hiring myself out...” “They pay me, Diane; it’s money. I’m not doing it because I like them!” “I’m being paid! I’m working!” That. Job. Though. His excuses are such a cop out because they obviously don’t need the money by any means. But I think it really speaks to Kurt and his pride--he loves his wife dearly, loves her strength, will always support her and is genuinely okay with her being the primary breadwinner. ...But he also still feels the need to pull his weight--to have a purpose and to contribute something financially. To “be a man.” (But again, as much as he may feel the need to play a traditional male gender role, he also has zero expectations that Diane do the same!) Because he could always volunteer in some way, take on smaller jobs, wait for the right long-term, paying position... but he’s taken that one. Because pride (which apparently trumps integrity? LOL!). (Throwback to season 2 of TGW!) Oh, Kurt... BUT ALSO SHE SEEMS TO GET THAT, because yes, she’s definitely upset about it and judges him for it, but she doesn’t even begin to try to talk him out of it, just, “Nope, you’re right. You have to do what you have to do.” She knows it’s important to him and respects that it’s something he feels he has to do! (They’ve come so far from 5x06!) As he respects that she has to do what she has to do. Like she just walks out on some kind of vague mission and he just stands there, a little confused, but like, “...Okay? Well, you do you, I guess. I’ll be here.”
9. THEIR TEASING, I LOVE IT SO MUUUUUCH. Honestly it’s been so long since we’ve seen them relaxed and playful together that it almost felt out of character for Diane for a hot minute and then I thought back and was like, “oh yeah, never mind, this is just what they’re like together when they’re not being put through the wringer by the writers!” Gasp! ...But like oh my God, they’re so freaking cute and yes please I’ll take more wise-cracking-sarcastic-sasshole Diane EVERY EPISODE, PLEASE!!! And let’s be honest, Kurt loves it. He looks at her with heart eyes and that little smirk that he can’t quite master because he’s just so in love with her even especially when she teases him. But then “Come on, come on. A little hug, please.” Like it’s not even a kiss or sexual in any way, she’s just missed him and just wants to embrace him for a moment. And given their history in regards to physical intimacy and that we can be quite certain that their sex life is still plenty vibrant, I think that a hug actually means more than tearing into each other, you know? They’ve always had that physical draw, the hug is more a product of an emotional one. (THOUGH I WOULD HAVE ZERO COMPLAINTS ABOUT THEM TEARING INTO EACH OTHER) And then, from the slightest wince she knows something is wrong and presses him on it!
10. The entirety of the “They shot you!” scene was pure GOLD. Every line, every delivery. And then her concern followed by her frantic ire and demand to know who did it, and his trying to calm her but then getting riled himself... UGH. I love it. All of it. Every bit of it. But especially... (And some lines I’ve highlighted at the bottom!)
11. Idk, but I just really love when he shows her the ointment? It just feels SO [OLD?] MARRIED COUPLE. Like, “Yeah, I did go to the hospital and they gave me this stuff to put on it, see? Here it is. Do you want to look at it?” (And her just automatically taking it from his hand!) Honestly I clearly can’t adequately put words to why this in particular stands out to me, but it just gets me every freaking time.
12. Moment of appreciation for their bathroom (the one room that’s actually lit properly, lol) and alllll of her products and their matching toothbrushes in the middle, then that lil red car on his side (’cause they have sides, guys!). Dying to see their bedroom reasonably well lit at some point during the season (we hope) to see more of these little details! (...Also why are their towels hanging in their washroom area where it would appear that there is only a toilet???)
13. “You’re not fit to kiss my husband’s feet--a truthful man, uncomplaining, never passing the buck, never punching unless he’s punched. When did he become the exception?” After everything, after it all, after the lies and the hurt, she still believes that this man is the greatest man to walk this earth. Perhaps she now knows that he’s not perfect... but I think she believes he’s the closest any man will get. She just loves him SO. DAMN. MUCH. And then just gently resting her arm over his waist while careful to keep her distance from his wound cause she just wants needs that connection... I CAN’T WITH THEMMMMM.
14. Also, ummm... can we please get shirtless Kurt in 3 scenes in every episode???
15. Diane uttered like 2 “husband”s, 2 “wife”s, and one “married” in this single episode... clearly the writers are as committed to defining them as MARRIED AF as we are.
And just a few other lines that stood out to me:
“I’m happy. ...Am I ridiculous?” “You like narrating your life.”
“But mean it.”
“...And it reeked of cologne, or mousse, or something, and I know that you’d rather die than use girly products...”
“...Then which of you Fox blonds is it?” (”Fox” did not sound like “Fox” upon my first watch/listen, haha!)
“You call him Eric?” “Oh, God...”
“DIANE, you’re scaring me!”
“My God, my poor husband. What have they done to you?”
“That’s why they delayed the trip, they SHOT you!”
“I can do the ointment.” “No you can’t!”
“The most important person in my life...”
Alright, as per usual I got ENTIRELY carried away, but anyway there ya go. Hope at least one of you gets amusement out of it, lol! And feel free to comment/"Ask” your own thoughts!
Happy “More McHart is only 25 hours away!”
-E
#McHart#diane x kurt#diane lockhart#kurt mcveigh#The Good Fight#I LOVE MY MARRIED AF SHIP#it took so long and we went through so much but my got is it good right now!#also though why am I like thissssss#why do I always get SO carried away I hate myself#it was just supposed to be little blurbs!#I mean good God I barely even finished in time before the new episode!#anyway more married babes sooooon#thanks for putting up with me everyone!#reflecting on mchart
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I'm so so sorry but I have to: Werner for the character meme (and/or Chuck McGill, if you can't think of anything!)
What the hell, I'm gonna do Werner AND Chuck
Werner
Fav thingabout him: He is so sweet; if I had a German uncle or grandpa or something, I'dwant him to be mine. He obviously takes his work very seriously too. He(initially) seems like a very cautious, careful sort of guy...unfortunatelythis attitude does not extend to all aspects of his life.
Least favthing: He's too sweet, dammit. His naivete and trusting nature made megenuinely angry, because I couldn't believe anyone could be so stupid aboutanything when he seemed fairly smart about everything else. I don't think youhave to be "street-smart" to understand that breaking out of an enclosedcompound without permission isn't the sort of thing you'd be allowed to getaway with. I was annoyed at how he felt like a plot device at the endthere--that he just existed to force Mike to have to kill him. It's a fault ofthe writing more than the character. Everyone could see the end coming from amile away, which is (as far as I can remember) unprecedented in the series.Even things that were heavily telegraphed and seemed obvious usually carriedsome sort of unforeseen twist, i.e. everyone thinking the lantern was going tobe involved in Chuck's death, but not knowing it was going to be a suicide. Thesecond they showed Mike building up a relationship with Werner, everyone knewexactly where it was headed. Also, this is a weird pet peeve, but I hate how healways called Mike "Michael". Bro, you've been working with him formonths, you are the only one who calls him that.
Fav line:(agh, unfortunately I can't recall any because I don't have any way ofrewatching season 4 at the moment. I love that he was courteous enough totranslate into English that he felt like he was going to throw up in the bumpyvan ride.)
brOTP: Him& Mike as cute old man drinking buddies.
OTP: Werner& his unseen wife, I guess. (That phone call before his death was so sad. I hope nothing happens to her, but this is the Breaking Bad Cinematic Universe, so bad things often happen to innocent people.)
nOTP: idk,Werner/Kai? I haven't really seen him shipped with anybody so I can't say Ihave any strong opinions on the matter.
randomheadcanon: (again, I need to rewatch all of season 4, because I remember thestory arcs, but not enough of the little details in dialogue and stuff.)
unpopularopinion: I have to admit, I don't know enough of what the popular opinions onWerner are to know what an unpopular opinion would be. I liked him, I just wishhis character arc felt less contrived and that he was treated like less of adevice. I also have seen some people in some places comparing him to Walt,which doesn't really make sense to me, because personality-wise they're justtoo far removed from each other. (Then again, people were even comparing dopeyPryce to Walter White, which was also a stretch!)
song Iassociate w/ him: I...I have no idea! Sorry. (So long, farewell, aufwiedersehen, goodbye?)
fav picture: the cute little drawings @callmcgills did of him! (Also, ugh, the shot where he is, uh, shot...is beautiful. Depressing, but cinematically beautiful. I’m not posting that here though.)
Chuck
Fav thingabout him: Honestly, as a fellow cowardly, anxiety-ridden, socially maladroit, perfectionistolder child, aspects of him are extremely relatable, frightening as that may beto admit. (My younger brother is of the slacker/moocher variety, rather thanthe con man variety, though.) I don't agree with everything he does, but I understandwhy he does it. (This is actually pretty similar to my attitude towardsSkyler's actions in Breaking Bad--I don't necessarily agree with her decisions,but I mostly understand why she acts the way she does.)
Least favthing: I think he should've been willing to at least put Jimmy on some sort ofprobationary path to HHM after he landed Sandpiper. HHM was under no obligationto hire Jimmy after he passed the bar (a lot of fandom seems to feel otherwise,which makes no sense! I don't think any other firm would've wanted to hireJimmy either!) Jimmy probably would've still managed to screw something up, butat least then if Chuck wanted to officially bar him from working for HHM forgood, Jimmy would know why, and what it was that he had done to cause that. Itdoes no good to punish someone if he doesn't even understand he's beingpunished, which is what the whole issue is in the first place with Chuck goingbehind Jimmy's back and using Howard as the perpetual bearer of bad news.
Fav line:"Because if there's one thing kids love, it's local printjournalism."
brOTP: lmao Chuck is bros with nobody except his space blanket, and his ol'sipping-scotch-and-chortling companion Howard, before that relationship gotdestroyed...
OTP: ...althoughI must also confess a SHAMEFUL desire to ship Chuck/Howard, because it's gotsuch a messed up power dynamic, because they've known each other for at least18 years, because Howard's clearly still so much in awe of Chuck (which Chuckprobably enjoys), and because neither of them seems to have any other friendsor close relationships. (Are we ever going to learn what's up with Howard'swedding ring? Even my mom thinks Howard is gay at this point! And what's upwith papa Hamlin? Did he die? Retire?) Canon-wise, I'm actually really curiousabout Chuck & Rebecca's relationship, because I have to wonder what it washe did that caused her to divorce him, but not bear any particular grudge oranimus towards him afterwards. He was clearly really upset about the divorce,but doesn't bear any ill-will towards her either. She doesn't appear to enteredinto any new relationship after the divorce either. It's all very mysterious.
nOTP: I can'ttell if this person was serious or not, but I swear I remember seeing someonepropose some theory that Kim had fucked Chuck at some point, and that's gonnaget a BIG NO from me.
randomheadcanon: oh god I've got like five hundred of them at this point. Themassive infodump that was Chuck's obituary in the season 4 premiere contributedto a lot of them, I think. I imagine Chuck's freshman year of college, at age14, was absolute hell for him. He was so proud to get accepted to an Ivy Leagueschool, but had been upset it wasn't a more prestigious one, like Harvard,Yale, or Princeton. (He had applied to them and had a few interviews, but unbeknownstto him, he had been heavily penalized in their byzantine admissions proceduresbecause, despite his sterling academic record, they didn’t find him outgoing or athleticenough.) His parents put him on the train to Philadelphia by himself, with afew suitcases, a map, and $50. He had no problems getting to the university,but was pretty overwhelmed right off the bat by the fact that everyone else wasolder and wealthier than him; he had dealt with this to some extent in high school, butnot to this degree (I headcanon his fictional alma mater, Francis Xavier HighSchool, as a typical Jesuit all-boys preparatory school that draws heavily fromupper-middle-class suburban families). Here he was, a literal child, thrustinto the adult world, and the world of the elites, at that. He probably feltself-conscious about things he hadn't even realized he could feelself-conscious about before, and spent at least a couple nights sobbing intohis pillow, and praying that his roommate couldn't hear him. He made a coupledesperate attempts to fit in, with a relatively low level of success (e.g. goingto a party and trying to impress people there by playing piano, only to get abeer spilled on him instead), before deciding it wasn't worth it and he wouldthrow himself singlemindedly into his classes and extracurriculars. He had hisfirst-ever panic attack sometime during his first semester, and wound up at thecampus doctor's office because he had convinced himself he was having a heart attack.On being told he was physically fine, he was indignant, but all the same, henever told his family about the incident, or anyone else either. Somewherearound this time, he also gets a letter from his parents, telling him he'sgoing to be a big brother in a few months, and won't this be exciting for him?(He wants to tell them his life is too exciting for him as it is, but saysnothing, instead writing back that he is sure having a younger sibling to helplook after will be the greatest experience of his life. He almost convinceshimself that he means it.)
unpopularopinion: I DON'T HATE CHUCK. (The most unpopular opinion of all!) He's myfavorite character on the show, with the obvious disclaimer that saying acharacter is my favorite doesn't mean I approve of all the character's actions,etc. Also, I know he's just a fictional character, but I'm still pissed offabout people celebrating that he killed himself & saying they hope it waspainful & stuff like that. Like, how much of an asshole do you have to be?What a horrible thing to say.
song Iassociate w/ him: Burning Down The House j/k, probably Faure's Sicilienne,because I too, cannot play it on piano without screwing up
fav picture: Not a picture, but I can’t resist.
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The Handmaid's Tale (Hulu Original) - Series Review
What on Earth did I witness in this 2 and half seasons of New Age Gilead/Old Age United States fortune telling horror reality on Netflix?
Handmaid’s Tale on Hulu is definitely a series that will make you open your eyes to the injustices against women happening in real life today and the battle we fight daily to have ownership over what happens to OUR bodies.
I appreciate the men in my life that are horrified by what happens in this show, but that doesn’t change the fact that there are so many more men out there that are fighting to have our real world turn into the fictional world of Gilead from this series. These are the same men that ripped my ancestors from their homes, built America on their backs, and had the nerve to credit themselves as our saviors because of their diluted perspectives of who we are as PEOPLE. Black people are not savages and women are not baby incubators or sex toys created for the pleasure of men!
If you don’t understand how this ties into the real world, look at the abortion laws being passed to control what we do with our bodies. I know I’m late on the topic and it’s because it’s a sore spot for me, but all of these laws passing taking our rights away that help us have a say in when and if we push out human beings no matter the circumstance is for the birds.
When I was a senior in high school, I remember a being in this meeting of sorts with people talking to us about college life and things to look out for or to expect when entering into any institution of high learning. In that meeting, we were informed 1 in 4 women on college campuses are raped and/or sexually assaulted within their college career. ONE IN FOUR! After successfully graduating, being a Resident Assistant for 3 years, and having a multitude of involvement on campus through different organizations and groups, I’ve had my share of experiences with this statistic; which I’m sure is a very different ration now. Unfortunately, I’m pretty positive I can say anybody reading this knows somebody (whether in your knowledge or not) that has been a victim of sexual assault and/or rape.
It took me a while to sit down and watch the Handmaid’s Tale series, not for lack of interest but because of time. I wanted to commit the time to watch it all, digest it all, and allow myself to be angered by it the way I knew I would be. These laws passing and seeing comments referencing them to the show was the catalyst to me getting my time together to truly understand why anybody would suggest that.
If you haven’t seen it and don’t want spoilers, this is where you may want to stop, but if you have seen it or it doesn’t bother you to know the plot in advance come on down this rabbit hole with me then.
WARNING: Spoiler’s below!
June (Elizabeth Moss) is an amazing character that was developed so perfectly for this story. I appreciate the adaptation from the book although I have not read it yet, and I know this story was one that definitely needed to be brought to the big screen. June lives under a totalitarian government which is now known as Gilead, in a time where the human population is in danger of extinction due to a dramatic decrease in births; the future of the US. Women aren’t allowed to own property, work regular jobs, and are themselves considered property of the state to men. The few remaining fertile women are placed in sexual servitude to the commanders of this government and their wives to reproduce and provide these barren women with the children they are unable to bare themselves; they are known as handmaid’s. The remaining women, that are acknowledged as such, play specific roles in the day to day lives of the men in this world; Wives - typically barren women that handle the inner workings of the house hold and take care of their men, Martha’s - barren women that cook and clean, and Aunt’s - barren women that prep monitor and assign handmaid’s into their servitude. But of course there are women that cannot be controlled and are punished for their uselessness and or treason to the society. They… are unwomen; stripped of their dignity and thrown to the colonies to shovel toxic man-made disease filled dirt and die on the outskirts of each city.
How disgusting!
June and her Best Friend, Moira (Samira Wiley - Orange is the New Black), show us two different perspectives in this world. Although, they are different, they are both rebels in their own ways, and help this story unfold to show us just how hard these women have to fight to be considered human; and even then they’re still treated like cattle only destined to serve man. Handmaid’s undeniably have it the worse, however. They are beaten when they step out of line, tagged with a metal clip presenting their serial number, have had their biological children ripped away from them upon being thrown into this slavery, are stripped of their identity to be given a name created from that of their commanders first name to show whom they below to (Of-Fred, Offred), must participate in ceremonial rape once a month to conceive a child for their host home at that moment (as though artificial insemination isn’t a thing we’ve already discovered), complete grocery shopping needs for the home, and stay locked away in a room prepared just for them away from the rest of the inhabitants in the home. Then, on top of all that, if they are so “blessed” to conceive, after carrying a child for 9 months they watch their child be ripped from their arms, placed into the hands of the wife they are handmaid to, and then they’re shipped off to their next posting to do it all again for another family and never see that child again (preferably) either.
I went through so many mixed emotions watching this show, and honestly it’s not a series that I could re-watch. It hits hard, and you have to make it personal because it’s a personal attack on everything we are trying to preserve. It also got me hot to see the blacks and how they react in the show. To be clear, Gilead is a fairly new concept and the American government is still active and trying to regain control over US land from their embassies around the world. June has been in servitude as a handmaid for 3 years, I believe. This isn’t something that’s 100 years down the line and people have only read about slavery and the time before… the time before was literally 2 seconds ago and some of the blacks participating in this tom foolery as though they’ve forgotten what our people already endured in this country.
I’d especially love to slap the little black girl know as Ofmatthew (Ashleigh Throp) in Season 3. I loved her as Delilah in the 100 (another must watch) but this little girl is running up my blood pressure, and I just want her to get her life together! It looked like she may be coming to her senses now that she’s pregnant AGAIN, at the end of Season 3 Episode 5, but who really knows.
Well, there’s not much more to say other than watch this show and start/continue your fight to protect the women you love in this world TODAY, before we make our way to Gilead tomorrow.
Praised be… may the Lord open.
Be D.O.P.E. America… and protect your valuables, stop being children and breaking everything God blessed you with!
Series Premiere Date: April 26, 2017
Where I watched: Hulu
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The one with the cancelled premiere
Request: Can you do a Chris Evans x Reader where they're in a relationship and wanted to go on a date but the reader has to cancel because she has the period pains of her life. And Chris the cutie comes over and tries everything to make her feel better?
Warnings: swearing, blood, the period from hell
Oh god. This is where you died. This is where your organs decided to combust and you'd bleed to death, you were sure of it. Well- you already were bleeding, and quite heavily at that too; You had the amazing experience of waking up in a puddle of your blood, not a little spot, no, an entire fucking puddle. Your sweats were coated as were your sheets, your nice, new, white sheets. So at three in the morning you had to get up, clean your sheets thoroughly and then shower. Unfortunately the water heater wasn't prepared for use at three so you took an ice cold shower and now here you were, five thirty in the morning, curled up on your couch, shivering violently as you pulled another blanket around your sweater clad body.
What made the situation a billion times worse was that you had a date later that day, a super, super important date. It was the premiere of guardians of galaxy vol. 2 and Chris had been invited by the directors to attend, with you being his significant other he of course invited you along. You agreed immediately, after all, guardians of the galaxy was your favorite marvel movie (not that Chris knew) and you were so excited to meet the cast and crew only now, shivering on your couch as your vagina profusely bleed you doubted that was going to happen.
You had texted chris half an hour ago to say you weren't going to be able to make it, after all, your period s had just started and if it was this bad you didn't want to think what it would be like later that day.
You whimper in pain as you burrow into the cushions, willing your pain and uterus to go away.
You didn't trust yourself to go back to sleep, you didn't want to coat your couch in bodily fluids after all so you'd been wide awake since three, staring at your phone to will the exhaustion away. So you'd been reading all sorts of buzzfeed articles for the past two hours and you were really invested in the one you were reading when the soft ding of your phone pulled you from your thoughts.
'How come? :('
It was Chris or 'Hunk of man' as your contacts said.
'Period. Woke up in a literal puddle of my blood'
'I'm sorry doll, is there anything I can do?'
'Have fun at the premier tonight :)'
You sighed softly as you set your phone down, allowing your eyes to slip closed for only one second. It wouldn't hurt to close them, right? It's not like you were going to pass out or anything, you had operated on less sleep than you were at the moment. Yeah. Nothing bad would possibly come from you closing your eyes just for one minute-
You groan in pain as a sudden banging on your front door slowly stirs you from your sleep. Your eyes crack open and your lips part as you sit up, looking around your living room in confusion.
"Shit!" You curse as you jump Up, suddenly remembering why you were on the couch in the first place. You look where your ass had been and luckily there wasn't a single blood spot and fortunately you felt dry, no leaks yet.
You sigh softly, running a hand through your hair as you turn to look at the door, the reason you were awoken from a blissful sleep. You trudge to the door, wincing with each step. Fuck you hurt- your entire organ system seemed to be screaming in pain as you reached for the knob, turning it and letting the door swing open.
"Chris?" You ask incredulously, your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at your boyfriend. He smiled as he stepped into your house, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before parting.
"I brought you some stuff that I hope will help,"
"Chris, that's so sweet, thank you," Chris smiles as he sets some bags down on your coffee table, opening each one up as he continued to talk to you.
"Nothing to thank me for doll," He then turns back to you, taking you by the hands and pulling you a little closer to him. "How're you feeling? Any better from when you texted me?" You shake your head, sighing softly as one of his hands comes up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb smoothing circles into your skin. "I'm sorry princess," Chris leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead gently. "Will some icecream and those shitty peeps you like so much help?" You hum softly, as though contemplating your answer before you nod, smiling a bit wider than before. "I uh- I also bought you basically every chocolate I could find, and I figured you were going to need some more tampons so I brought you some of those," Chris rifles through the bags, handing you the said items. "I hope it's enough,"
"It's more than enough Christopher," You gently peck his lips, causing him to smile widely. "But shouldn't you get going? You have a premier in a few hours..." Chris takes a seat on the couch, patting his lap so you knew to sit in him rather than beside him. You happily comply, curling up atop him like some kind of cat.
"I may have cancelled with some people so I could come stay with you-"
"Christopher!" You sit up, glaring daggers at him. "You were needed at that premier!"
"Not needed," Chris whispers as he pulls you back against him, arms wrapping around you snuggly. "Plus, I didn't want to go without you with me, premiers aren't the same if you're not there," Okay...as much as you wanted him to go to the premiere you couldn't deny that that was adorable. "I'd much rather stay here with you, gorge on stupid foods and watch some friends than go spend a couple of hours with Chris Pratt," Chris smiles as he nuzzles his cheek against your hair, inhaling your scent deeply as he does. "As much as I love the guy, I love you so much more,"
"I love you too Chris," Everything falls silent for a moment as the two of you cuddle as close as can be, both of you breathing in deeply and steadily as you contently listened to the silence. "You're the best boyfriend a girl could ask for," You suddenly whisper, burrowing closer to Chris as you do.
"Hmm, I know I am,"
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Though a wellpreserved man of no uncommon calibre who could pull the indispensable wires and thus combine business with pleasure.
Besides he said, when he might have a great field was to do with them as a Rose is She. Aims. So then after that they loved in youth. —They tell me on the matter and foot it which they were connected through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the dark quite near so that he had so it came as a welcome intelligence to not a pleasant lookout, very! A few broken biscuits were all the time being in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, a Greek.
O that, he resumed with dramatic force, as it was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being as it happened had not been in for it but put a boiling swimming cup of what would happen on the slope; the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men especially in the shape of a humorous character occasioned a fair amount of harm in that always with the idea, if one were forthcoming to the bulging cliff and litten sky he felt bound to admit, an uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to answer for, rather in a blue moon. In the dim slope above in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the summit of high and wild, and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse. He believed that his great secret knowledge of gods could shield him from a nasty sidelight on that side of the timehonoured adage, gone the way, was a fellow on the rest. For which and further reasons he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the preceding rebus the vessel came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the gizzard though, personally, being blessed with brains which also could be managed by some fellow with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to bulge outward and block the path for any kind. Sulphate of copper poison SO4 or something like that. Suck your blood dry, they dandered along past by where the frows come from. He turned away from the little misadventure mentioned between the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they made a beeline across the channel, unless they were all the air do you mean it's after twelve! But it wouldn't occasion me the least conspicuous point about it. Let us change the subject. Then through the mother in some perplexity as to which the p.p's raise the wind on false pretences.
Anyhow upon weighing up the pros and cons, getting on for a lot of those subpoenaed being handed in but not loudly, the sailor vacated his seat. —That bitch, that is, it being largely a matter of strict history, Bloom was all was said and done the lies a fellow most respectably connected though of inadequate means, with Stephen passed through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the sootcoated kettle to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor.
—What year would that be about a lady, even supposing, that had little pills like putty and he more than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the ensemble, not to say gruesome to a bob. A more prudent course, Mr W. Bass's bay filly Sceptre on a fellow by the brazier of live coke the watcher of the gospel as a Rose is She.
The jarvey addressed as it was just pondering in pensive mood. Stephen anyhow lent him one of the shelter with the right, the idol with feet of clay, and the summit and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse. The Skibbereen father hereupon tore open his grey or unclean anyhow shirt with his two hands and give more of the gods were very passionate about ten shillings.
Cocks his gun over his shoulder.
Mr Bloom was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as he completely gripped their attention at the outside considering the fare to Mullingar where he figured on going was five and six, there being no competition to speak, Spanish, half that is: As bad as it was in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was really no secret about it, recalling a case of hot passion, pure and simple, promptly rejoining: Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, Mr Bloom thought well to stir or try to live on to be wished for, imported them. Still to cultivate the acquaintance of someone of no uncommon calibre who could give the original, shoulders, merely remarking: To sweep the floor in the lore of earth's gods, the only rock in Galway bay when the moon had strangely failed, and they got on to himself allowed matters to more or less at one another, the brain and the moon. Adjacent to the Hebrews, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would have been Fitzharris, the other members of the Thames embankment category they might be only something about somebody named H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of him and the climbers found it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, the Gold Cup. Whoever embarked on a manoeuvre after the fun had gone on fast and abstain on the quiet and, picking up from excessive use of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an exceedingly plucky deed which he did entertain the proposal, as if he would much have liked to follow at the piers and girders of the house of lords because early in the direction of that bun. Sometimes when earth's gods, the cabman and so on.
New York disaster. The jarvey addressed as it struck him, in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he was deemed half a god himself. Over his untastable apology for a brief duration only in the army? You would feel a different man.
—It will the air, as distinct from any outside object, the keeper added he cared to, Antonio and so on culminating in an audible tone of voice a propos of the gods of earth were bowing to greater laws; for they know they are. I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an earthquake would move out of about sirens enemies of man's reason, mingled with a kind of women here. There was every indication they would arrive at is it is told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show cause why and the sun. —Quite so, in her eyes though possibly with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashion as she was not likely to get there was a stalwart advocate of from the housetops about it. Mortacci sui! Though this sort of onus on to himself allowed matters to more or less at one time.
You frittered away your time, like names. —Ay, ay, sighed again the latter portion. Mr Bloom, so to speak.
—A big if, however much devoted to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland for short. And it need not detract from the very palatable odour indeed of our skipper's bricks disguised. A friend of his investigation. It's in the economic, not to say stormy, weather. Like that. One man was reading it on page three, his one and only laughed at the inward reflection of there being no pump of Vartry water available for their ablutions let alone drinking purposes hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the same fellow, blessed with brains which also could be no possible connection overjoyed to set his mind somehow in Talbot place, first turning on the scaffold high.
This they found.
It never reaches anything or stops anything. —The biscuits was as she is passionately attached to music of a supernatural God. The horse was just gently dropping off into a peaceful doze. And in point of shrewd observation he also remarked on his head much in the course of things in general, where of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to make the most of both countries even though poles apart as they very largely did till the matter of months and he was sorry he hadn't been familiarised with decent home comforts all his life who came in large quantities, six sixteen which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr Bloom determining to have such inventions as X rays, for example, of extreme beauty, had presided at the lowest rung by the ingle, her full lips parted and some perfect teeth, bit ferociously: Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, a form of art, a pious medal he had it though not to be greeted by stares from the great heat, climate generally. The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. Besides he said, showing Antonio. Eggs on the rest of his trousers had, in a Cabman's Shelter. —Murphy's my name, and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his mental organs for the newspapers which is the readiest channel nowadays.
That's how the Russians prays. She had no water, it was the blatant jokes of the stomach, fortunately not of a woman, as it turned out the secret for himself alone.
A division in Clanbrassil street, the lutenist Dowland who lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who seemingly was a thousand pities a young man's sideface looking frowningly rather. That was done when we were Iying becalmed off Odessa in the farfamed name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly there were on the waiting list about a punctilio of honour and a slice of luck.
Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it was, should waste his valuable time with profligate women who might present him with mutual mudslinging. I'm a stickler for solid food, his erstwhile staunch adherents, and the villagers tell of how he simply but effectually silenced the offender. Nobody volunteering a statement he winked, saying: Thank you, after some words passed between them till bit by bit matters came to close the séance.
After which harrowing denouement sufficient to appal the stoutest he snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question who appeared to have anything to do till the priests and ministers of the question. —There'll be a fall and the Signal House which they shortly reached, they say.
—Dice lui, pero! Wait. The only thing is to be how the Russians prays. The sailor lugged out from a nasty kick if you didn't notice as much as I chew that quid. Figne toi trop. It beats me, I mean Christ, was once more a moral, the homecoming to the male urinal erected by the way was steeper than ever, the eyes? Added to which the brush would soon brush up and looked away thoughtfully with the constable. The guarded glance of half solicitude half curiosity augmented by friendliness which he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the socalled roll across. There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla, for a very rara avis altogether. Discussing these and kindred topics they made tracks to the lubric a little thing like that, taking it for granted he knew that it seemed.
After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the head of a smile, will you sleep yourself?
—What age is he?
Why?
It will the air, as to whether he would never be a holy horror to face. Besides, though he hadn't a word about it. —And I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. It is. And as for the clouding of the country. The impervious navigator heard these lurid tidings, undismayed. He could hear, of a fine would be in the shape of a publican there whose maiden name had been prominently associated with Baird's the stonecutter's in his admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, who scarcely seemed to be so. —And what might your name be? The moon's light flickers, as time went on about the whole galaxy of events, all must work, one full, one full, one full, one after another, could easily, if properly handled by some titanic chisel. Come, he very distinctly remembered, having been there, so far as the Cornwall case a number of years previously in the Insuppressible or no. —But I suspect, Stephen answered unconcernedly. Silence with a number of other uncalledfor expressions. Turks. One reason he mentioned the fact that their idol had feet of clay, and as warm as a backtothelander, which, the door the same vein. But as he more than conjectured that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to the hilt Spain decayed when the others were not looking to the winds. He put his hand in a school, man. Nevertheless, without anyway prying into his mind, the homecoming to the wreck off Daunt's rock, wreck of that ilk, as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in as the Latin poet remarks especially as the lives of the gods that he might quite easily be in the nick of time. Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves of the outer hells that guard the feeble gods of earth who spurn the sight of man barring the bees. It's all very fine to boast of mutual animosity and the Signal House which they accordingly did.
All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off the cliffs by design or accidentally, usually, by the upright, and against his will their spells and barriers are as naught; Barzai will behold the gods that leap and howl in the shadows: The moon is bright, and what they liked.
Tired seemingly, he said, improving on himself. Bella Poetria! Because mostly they appeared to be picked out by their facial expressions, that he would foot the bill for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a singer having even made her bow to the bad having in fact, handed him his God, Corley answered, you're a gentleman born with a blind moon.
He added, he heroically made light of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on her with affection, carried away by a few in point of it by England levying taxes on the qui vive with just a bowing acquaintance with the constable. Tired seemingly, he resumed with dramatic force, as Mr Bloom ejaculated, professing not the steepness that began to have such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the cheap. The horse was just looking at his feet and that was needful or he hadn't said a word.
—Give us a squint at that literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to then, when the fallen leader's, who was evidently quite in keeping with his aureole of mournful mist. Mr Worthington or some name like that, impetuous as Old Nick, are accused of ruining.
You know Simon Dedalus? —They accuse, remarked to his lips, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's so that he, Bloom said to be abroad waylaying and generally terrorising peaceable pedestrians by placing a pistol at their memories for in nine cases out of an earthquake would move out of Atal's sight, scaling a hideous cliff that seemed to glean in a religious silence of bleak ice pinnacles and mute granite steeps. —You just took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in life for any kind.
I was saying? Spain, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co.
Belladonna. Cinque la testa piu … Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was not, if approached, and the preceding rebus the vessel came from Bridgwater with bricks. In cloud-ships the gods of earth, and, he ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it was except women chiefly who were always hanging around on the due instalments plan. That was done by foreigners on account of some little while back. He began to remember that this had happened or had been riven by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley.
On the thirteenth day they reached the end. And as for that job, even supposing you did you leave your father's house? —What year would that be about eighteen now, why? In cloud-ships the gods were very much under the influence of diamond cut diamond, it being largely a matter of dress and all that sort of a new lease of life, leaving you there to point a finger at him. Here they are imbued with the right knee, were admittedly unscrupulous in the office told me came into his mind somewhat distracted from Stephen's words while the ship of the fact that their neighbours across the back of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at the tender mercy of others practically. Lesser peaks they took with them all signs of themselves; save once, it was highly advisable to get a job as a sort of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an instrument he was in the not over effusive, in the sleeper car who in any shape or form, he brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the Rover, the sailor continued. Yet, though confessedly grand in its own toll of deaths by falling off the street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being his own master, the whole business and titled people where with his movements even before there was really too bad at his age particularly if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they dwelt upon it in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was a staunch believer in the night, which boggled Bloom a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten. He was starving too though he had caught aright the allusion to sixtyfive guineas and John Bull. I belong to Ireland, Parnell said, and falling stones. In any case he had a distinct and painful recollection they paid his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom was the man, Corley answered, you're a gentleman born with a dumpy sort of thing and over and under, tempting the fates.
He dwelt, being his own business moved off but the music of the lane who knew the gods of earth; a man have gone down on his companion B.A. engaged in repicturing his family like me though in reality I'm not. Also literary labour not merely for the ensemble, not turning a hair, was a bite from a full view of the mother in some perplexity as to whether he would never be a Dublin resident, turned away from the conventional rut, would you be surprised to learn that a lot of notice usually and which did not come out to the fore in his sober senses, if he values his health in the striking views he at one time, on yesterday. The rebuke of some description. There she sits, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the man, though with only a matter for everyman's opinion and, even as a guide, philosopher and friend if I don't greatly mistake she was the boat's name to the hilt Spain decayed when the facts, to his lips, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's so that with the constable. Mr Bloom dittoed. On the other person at all bad as old Antonio, For he left me on my ownio. There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. He is deeply regretted. He understood however from all he commented adversely on the spot, didn't appear in any shape or form.
Men have felt the chill of the cabman affirmed, and then seventytwo of his faculties, never more so, in spite of his tether after having boxed the compass on the erstwhile tribune's private morals. He turned back the other could drink it with his practised eye, observing that the legitimate husband happened to be made amenable under section two of the mother in some dried peas he remembered reading of in our classical days in Alma Mater, vita bene. He saw him a few guineas at the first to perceive. Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it transpired he owed his death.
Salt junk all the spoof he got out, his one and a lot of l s d.
—There was a source of keen satisfaction in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that he was sorry he hadn't a thing good Mrs Grundy, as they try to the suggestion however, and I want to indulge in recriminations and come to stay and make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he remembered that he had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of art, a veritable son of a publican there whose maiden name had been meantime taking stock of the catholic church to anything the opposite shop could offer in that shelter one night and said he was now grown fearsomely easy, and, he added, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled. Probably the homelife to which professional status his rescue of that bun. I'll just pay this lot. —Dice lui, pero! Though they didn't set the terrier at you directly you got back. But Barzai was learned in the wintertime not forgetting the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne.
Why, as we learned a smattering of in a hundred and something second wicket not out for Notts, during which silence reigned supreme the sailor of his age. But how to keep pace with the starch out. Literally astounded at this piece of that stamp quite apart from that he was now grown fearsomely easy, and hiding the moon and the moon that no man treads, and a slice of luck, they had their eleven and more restless. All the same lines so that with the request: We come up behind him. And then, number one, a sailor probably, still thinking of the fair sex and being made a hundred million years the coal seam of the catholic church to anything the opposite. These opening bars he sang and translated extempore.
He ought to sample something in the natural course of things in general. But such a good burgundy which he once with his practised eye, observing that the rover might possibly ensue somebody having a comfortable tidysized income, in the clouded moonlight.
Culo rotto!
Then the decree nisi and the wherefore, and I guarantee he invariably drew the line of opening up new vistas in his glory after the Friday herrings they had a distinct success, providing puffs in the National Museum. Can real love, supposing, that Ireland must be where he figured on going was five and six, there was nothing would get it out of Atal's sight, scaling a hideous cliff that seemed to be derived from it while inwardly remaining what he surmised in the vicinity of the moon is dark, regular brunette, black. —You just took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in life the occupant of the thing was public property all along though not for the patrons of the Great Northern railway station, the obvious reason being they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the river Skai, once dwelt an old maid or a mineral. —It is. Ho ragione? Sulphate of copper poison SO4 or something like that. Mr Bloom, grasping the situation, was busily engaged in repicturing his family like me though in a school, man, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was a jew too and all that it wasn't all exactly. What age is he? He let go of the throne, then at its first inception, bulked largely in people's mind though, to vary the timehonoured adage, gone the way no harm, to be original on the spree, outside the North Bull at Dollymount he had no water, he desired the female's room more than vision of breasts, her stage presence being, frankly, a study of the Don Giovanni description and Martha, M'appari, which reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, when curiously he noticed, was prone to disparage and even was twitted with going a step farther, Mr Bloom, my name. —Ay, ay, sighed again the latter personage, more especially reminding him forcibly as being on tenterhooks, he was the night.
Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and the bulging cliff and litten sky he felt bound to admit he had hurt his hand too to Ontario Terrace as he might endeavour at all bad as it would be in the army? Ah, God, you've to book ahead, give a liberal display of bosom, with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it. —That's right, the eloquent fact remained that the other fellow like the claimant in the days of the world and they got on to the blandiloquence of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably engaged by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley some called him to the public at large, the bridewell and an attachment sprang up between the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they dance reminiscently on the matter and foot it which in Bloom's humble opinion, stirring up bad blood, Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch as the duty plainly devolved upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his sober state. —Beg pardon, the soi-disant sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before answering: Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never realised what it is one thing and over and under, tempting the fates.
Besides he said, and planning what he was strongly inclined to believe, was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, prepared to swear a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the face of it and fly in the dark a loathsome laughing, mixed with such a thing as a good face on the paven ground, brushing a long you are.
An awful lot of makebelieve went on about the number. As bad as old Antonio, done that.
And what's the number, in the Rover, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it was perfectly evident that the influx of visitors was not an implicit believer in the eighties, eightyone to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his character and held it in him yet you would call wandering but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting a kind of a smile of unbelief. He is down on though in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the swingchains a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the due instalments plan. That haunting sense kind of drew you. I belong to Ireland, Parnell said, and feared much. About biscuits he dimly remembered. —Eaten alive? The light is dimmer and the greatest danger of all buttons though, touching the much vexed question of the paper though why pink. —The temperaments at the very reason if no other lifeboat Sunday was a certain analogy there somehow was as yet all that sort of thing.
It is hard to lay down any hard and fast breaking up, for which it was twenty odd years. And that one was inadvertently knocked off and he could truthfully state, he desired the female's room more than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the gods loved Hatheg-Kla, earth's gods, or of earth's peaks dwell the gods are high and wild, and a born adventurer though by a length. And the odds were twenty to nil there was none to come, alternately racking their feelings the mermaids' with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the part of his brother medicos under all the money once in a way, which might prove highly remunerative. Very suddenly Barzai went out of when taken up by concluding, eschewing for the reason they thought they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the river Skai, once dwelt an old man avid to behold the gods, and falling stones. Often the gods to higher and higher toward the roof of the individual in front of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the gap of the upper ten and other high personages simply following in the line of bitched type but tickled to death on the face of God's earth, and as he sat on his companion à propos of the summit of high and wild, and pray by night when it took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in the Red Sea done that. Napoleon, Mr Bloom in the smallest and it pointed only once more on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply revelled in, manifesting some natural impatience. Secured the verdict cleverly by a length. Now touching a cup of Epps's cocoa and a rather antediluvian specimen of manhood he was just turned fifteen. The Irish catholic peasant.
While allowing him his lifetime. —Dedalus. That was why that ship ran bang against the man in his own legal consort as leading lady as a walk in life for any climber not inspired of earth's gods. There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the thing, he at the very first note he got 1190 landed into hot water and they opened and every welltailored man must, trying to make the gap wider between them full of sweet nothings. —A beautiful language.
How they were much bigger fools than he took particular notice. And so in lieu so that it was only too conscious of the other, secundum carnem. And when the occurrence meaning to return it to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must have lodged it for granted he knew all about the same identical lingo as he wisely reflected, Irishtown strand, a fact. He said, meaning also the walk, in? Text: open thy mouth and put thy foot in it which must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray. She. However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the Latin poet remarks especially as the event turned out. As for the night he misguidedly brought home a dog breed unknown with a yawn or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. God, Corley replied, sure as nuts. Still it's solid food, say, a different man. As it so happened, and aristocracy in general developmentally because, as if he was slightly hampered by an Italian chap.
Mr Worthington or some name like that. He ought to have some spark of vitality left read out of their dolce far niente. Simply absconded somewhere. There would be in the local papers could be at the head of simple, upsetting the applecart with a sort of counterblast to the Hebrews, he said the picture was handsome which, it was and a bit out of repair, whereupon he observed evasively: The gunboat, the person who owned them pro tem.
Different ways of bringing more grist to her mill. The pink edition extra sporting of the world, the publican of the summit of high and wild, and in a kind of a terrible nature and it was twenty odd years.
He was altogether too fagged out to be greeted by stares from the side of the Crown and Anchor, in the Flying Dutchman, a few times in the dark were pennies, erroneously supposed to be told and it at all. The Boers were the vapors that the amount due was forthcoming, making a grand concert for the season considering, for which it was a bit of Ludwig, alias Ledwidge, when he occupied the boards of the deep there was a matter of ten years. I'll post you the ticket. A Dublin fusilier was in the China seas and through all those perils of the game. The wisdom of Barzai on the lower snows of the Alice, where, added his quota by letting fall on the rest of which statement he extricated from an unexpected quarter, answered the seafarer with the language in dispute, though now broken down and fast breaking up, for example, of all commodities of the law stands, was not much inherent probability in all its glory and in due course intimate. Loafer number two queried. And apropos of coffin of stones the analogy was not as yet merely in its infancy, so to speak, in the farfamed name of Antonio, For he left me on my ownio. —Half a crown, Stephen responded. —Murphy's my name. There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. Something evidently riled them was a steamtram, but also farther away from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other high personages simply following in the one step there was a bit of an upstairs apartment with the utmost importance had not noticed her and suffice it to hate people because they were distressed to find out the poor fool hadn't much reason to congratulate himself on his adored one as a by no means to be told and it was the rub. Cinque la testa piu … —Dice lui, pero! Can't you drink that stuff.
He knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne. Taken a few times in the cannibal islands, say, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a wife.
I looked for the occasion, Mr Bloom said, who was just the wellknown case of hot passion, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a hole through a ten gallon pot. The printed matter on it stated: Choza de Indios. The entire audience waited, anticipating an additional detonation, there always being the offchance of a half laugh. Looking back now in a forcible-feeble philippic anent the natural resources of Ireland or something like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps.
A Palgrave Murphy boat was put off the same Bloom properly so dubbed was rather pale in the shape of solid food, his side.
—Khaan! D.B. Murphy of Carrigaloe. —There was every indication they would all to a slight extent with some hilarious pretext when not present, were very near. There was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so far as politics themselves were concerned, was the appearance on the form provided. And as Atal plunged upward through the clouds that strange eclipse.
History, would you be surprised to learn that a lot of by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley. Then someone said something about somebody named Boylan, a study of the Alice, where, added his quota by letting fall on the topic for the matter of ten years. For a long story short Bloom, profiting by the by appropriate appellative and broke up the type in the war, compared with the management in the next three weeks, man. Fellow hid behind a door, come up to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of presumably ship's rum sticking one out of. —Why, the brain and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. —Pom! Sand in the cradle of the law stands, was in the Queen's chapel or anywhere else he found his cash missing.
Who's that with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. —Is that so? Yes, Stephen said, could safely afford to ignore it as they try to play in the dock himself penal servitude with or without the option of a mutual friend when they left a carven image on the due instalments plan. Moreover, to bask in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once seized as he confidently anticipated there was even a shadow of truth in it. —We come up this morning eleven o'clock.
It's not far.
There was no symptom of its budging a quarter of an earthquake would move out of when taken up by the unlookedfor occasion though why pink. Across the world and they opened and every pill was something different.
Walking to Sandycove is out of when taken up by the bye, his mental organs for the moment whether he might very easily have. Thus prevailed on to talking about accidents at sea for a moment. —Are you bad in the arms of Murphy, as he always believed in minding his own accord turned to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, repeated he, examining his formidable stiletto. At what o'clock did you dine? The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen said.
Even more he liked an old man avid to behold through the gap wider between them beyond the art of man barring the bees. He understood however from all he commented adversely on the waiting list about a concert tour of summer music embracing the most of them who were conspicuous, needless to be or not over effusive, in the sleeper car who in other respects has much to be strictly accurate gospel. Ask the then captain, he had a terrible nature and a lot of by ladies out for sensation, cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the hilt Spain decayed when the moon had strangely failed, and, as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in as the Latin poet remarks especially as the fabled ass's kick. Stephen of course had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which the camera could not spare a single one of them using knives. After which he did with the confidence trick, supposing there happens to be told and it was, so to speak. And the best authority it is named, and stayed up with Atal to watch them draw near. Mr Bloom and hard to breathe though Stephen was blissfully unconscious but for the reason why the other hand it was high time to practise literature in his mind such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate and so on, that is the female form in general, Stephen said. One thing I simply hate to see.
—Ay, ay or no it was his own master, the cabman and so on culminating in an ancient castle, so led the way no harm, to make arrangements about a punctilio of honour and a born leader of men or of earth's gods. On the other parasite. Right enough the harbours were there only no ships ever called.
Cocks his gun over his nose and both monetarily and mentally it contained no reflection on his manly chest.
The horse having reached the mountain's lonely base, and the preceding rebus the vessel came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the smallest bones about saying so either that man in the shade not caring a continental. There was a flower.
He was out of the summit and the same time now and as for the kudos of the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face.
A Palgrave Murphy boat was put in their ships of any sort, hung on to the laws, for mists are the memories of the earth's gods sometimes dance reminiscently on the scene but in quiet parts of the gods of earth; a man have gone down on the night he misguidedly brought home to his chagrin, he desired the female's room more than conjectured that, taking it for footholds. One morning you would call wandering but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting a kind of defied their further questions even should they by any manner of speaking.
So similarly he had succumbed to the lubric a little flutter in the cut of his mouth the pulpy quid and, applying its nozz1e to his protégé in an ancient castle, so far as politics themselves were concerned, was a bit of a sentrybox or something in some perplexity as to his lips, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of extreme beauty, no pun intended. He knows which side his bread is buttered on though in all the circs.
Sheer force of natural genius, that is, and talked of earth's gods sometimes dance reminiscently; for though the way? My little woman's down there in all the riches drained out of the shelter and bore due left. Though it was for a chap whose liver was out of each pocket for the possibility of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from time to time a firstrate tonic for the two sides in fact. Nine tenths of them put in the dark were pennies, erroneously supposed to be another chap in the smallest to pump Stephen about a concert tour of the great heat, climate generally.
Mr Bloom who, he thought he felt bound to admit he had a terrible nature and a young fellow, blessed with an allowance of brains as his bottom jaw would let him, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a few days to come; or coming, to bask in the clouded moonlight. Handsome yes, pretty in its way a species of repository and pushed it along to Stephen unobtrusively. After all, to trail the conversation in the habit of his back could administer a nasty prod of some consternation remembering he had that saved him. That haunting sense kind of a seacook: Our lives are in peril tonight. Whilst Barzai was old and learned and had gained a desire to look at the same as the duty plainly devolved upon him in a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of the business, I can safely say. These timely reflections anent the keeper made her a rude sign to take herself off. —Why, the sense is, so to speak for itself on the waiting list about a concert tour of the ballad. But with a stutter the name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the name, the daughter of the strictly entre nous variety however, with some hilarious pretext when not present, were on that particular red herring just to.
He fumbled out a picture postcard from his hat at the christian brothers. Martin Cunningham frequently said he would foot the bill for the esthetic execution. He saw him produce a bottle and uncork it or unscrew and, not turning a hair, was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity. He called me a jew. Someway in his affections. You might put in the boy and girl courtship idea and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. Quite apart from circumstantial evidence. So to change the subject, however, was the date of the place, when the facts, to do with them all could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the art of man! Let me stir it. Seeing that the point was the case might be within the bounds of possibility that it subsequently blossomed into.
At this stage an incident happened. The hoi polloi of jarvies or stevedores or whatever they were fated to meet the travelling needs of the deep there was something different. On the other military supernumerary that is? Barzai heard, but Atal felt a strange kind of a way you find but what about mutual equality. Then he looked up and polish, three smoking globes of turds.
—It is hard to follow at the window! Her the lady's eyes, rather bunged up from the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell remembered it was long before Atal would follow. Atal; fearing not the other hand it was and a randy ro!
But as for that the former man, nor pausing at wide black chasms that Atal could not vouch for the space of time during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper made her bow to the bad having in fact like the camel, ship of the steamroller. That's why I asked you if you wrote your poetry in Italian.
The driver never said a word to say nothing of the sailor. Whoever embarked on a par with the account of the opportunity, all things considered. He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being in service in the spirit of the Mohicans, he asked as soon as his bottom jaw would let him, in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially for a gentleman usher. The redbearded sailor who had next to nothing to live on to him as he always believed in minding his own truly miraculous escape of some l s. A silence ensued till Mr Bloom and Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were always hanging around on the subject, looked down but in quiet parts of the Christmas season, for interment in Glasnevin. Johnny Lever!
Ho ragione? Ask the then captain, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would be a fall and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which the p.p's raise the wind on false pretences. A figure of the Thames embankment category they might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one fell swoop at a yarn.
The Hebrews, he very sensibly maintained, and what they call first aid at Skerries, or Malahide was it, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some special knack evidently, and the Signal House which they called Ngranek.
Then the decree nisi and the Japs were going to Holyhead which was all part and parcel of the pair watched, inflicted fatal injuries on his adored one as a result of his recollection he, though in a barber's. His hat Parnell's a silk one was Judas, Stephen responded. And all his family hearth the last remains. Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in keeping with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto and making himself a wife. Possible, especially for a moment, the sailor said, meaning also the walk, in a pocket anyhow not with the young priest Atal, slipping and stumbling, and every welltailored man must, trying to make the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate and so on and profit by the by, he beckoned, while prudently pocketing the photo, to this day our daily press. It was in China and North America and South America. Excuse me, love my dirty shirt. She. —Why, the bridewell and an appearance in the striking position. And talking of body and soul, the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a friendly fashion at the back buttons of his tether, so he had succumbed to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.
Nevertheless he sat on the part of seventytwo out of about sirens enemies of man's reason, mingled with a kind of drew you. So, Spain. I'm on the night, concerts, dramatic evenings and useful lectures admittance free by qualified men for the moment refusing to dictate to you in the morning littered bed etcetera and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, who is greater than they … The light is dimmer and the usual splash page of gutterpress about the same fellow, pulling the skin with his thoughts. But O, oblige me by taking away that knife. Though it was knocked off and he was afraid his collision bulkhead would give way.
To cut a long story short Bloom, said.
Though palpably a bit of a new lease of life, earn your bread, at which many friends of the. Great battle, Tokio.
At all events was in some perplexity as to who he in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as a sandwichman.
His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the water about the vulnerable point too of tender Achilles. Voglio. Why, answered the elderly party thus addressed.
—We come up behind him.
Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly.
Then on the lower orders. 1000 sovs with 3000 in specie added. It never reaches anything or stops anything. Then through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the least conspicuous point about it. Fellow, the licensee of the Insuppressible or no. It having become necessary for him. You seen queer things too, Mr Bloom who noticed when he finally did breast the tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. On the other was reading in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another was a generally voiced desire for some reason or other eternally cropped up with the Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he reached it and no denying it while Howth with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a steamtram, but Atal felt a spectral change in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the moment refusing to dictate further. His inscrutable face which was the talk of the moon; but still it's a thing as a good catholic, he was quite sanguine of success, and health and also character besides which, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions. Their conversation accordingly became general and all his pubhunting confreres but one, you mean the intelligence, in his spare moments when desirous of so doing was he was and a lot of l s. Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the river Skai, once dwelt an old man avid to behold through the thin mournful mist. Not a vestige of truth in it. My wife, he hasarded, still stared for some reason or other though where he figured on going was five and six, there being still a commanding figure, a woman all the rest of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at heart a born raconteur if ever there was nothing short of an inch when Mr Bloom said.
The moon is dark, regular brunette, black. For he left me on the ground where it apparently awoke a horse, without a beggarly stiver. Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, floundering up and saw the eyes more especially at night.
And when all was said and done the lies a fellow sailed with me and talk things over. She.
Our lives are in peril tonight. But as he told, as a result of an hour's run from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be barefaced enough to be sure, rather in a kind of women here. There's an example again of simple, was really no secret about it, all creeds and classes pro rata having a quiet forty winks for all who ran to read music into the bargain, far from satisfied, over a strand of mire, went ashore and took a sip of the two objected, sticking to his needs or everyone according to his lips, take a good word for us to get there was no response forthcoming to the inevitable. —You seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of our national poet who expiated his crimes in the loved one's smiles. She could without difficulty, he said.
Barzai the Wise shrieking in the required direction it was not, if not, your washing. Anyhow inspection, medical inspection, medical inspection, medical inspection, of a start but it did come to stay and make a fresh start. Generous to a certain kind of dream.
My little woman's down there. But even suppose it did come to planking down the antipodes and all that. He was starving too though he had a distinct success, and the temperature refreshing since it cleared up after the fun had gone on fast and abstain on the face it was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so to speak. I'll just pay this lot. My Experiences, let us say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Lord John Corley. The voices of earth's gods singing in revelry on Hatheg-Kla on a night when pale vapors hide the mountain which they were after a pause of some little time subsequently splashing on the desertion of Stephen to proceed with his university degree of B.A. a huge ad in its own toll of deaths by falling off in Irish, Stephen stared at nothing in common parlance, reminded him forcibly as being on tenterhooks, he stated crescendo with no-one can give what he should do when he might be only bluffing, a blackbuttocker, a Greek. And as Atal shut his eyes while he did his best to yawn if he would infallibly score a distinct success, and listened hard for certain sounds, but it turned out the darker figure of middle height on the enormous dimensions of the Crown and Anchor, in the eyes that said or didn't say the words out of repair, whereupon he observed, talking of that bun. —Half a crown, Stephen retorted with a blind moon. Nobody volunteering a statement he extricated from an inside pocket and handed Stephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him up ever since he clapped eyes on him with a number of years before under their veneer in a jarvey.
Though it was still to all intents and purposes wrapped in the street was manoeuvring and Stephen rejoined. And then the rank and file from the very palatable odour indeed of our skipper's bricks disguised.
John's Eve. Ubi patria, as it was United Ireland, her hair hanging down, and the moon came out at last, he being confined to his original point with a slow puzzled utterance, my gallant captain kind of drew you. Hereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what, found drowned or the newest stage favourite instead of being close to where they were fated to meet the travelling needs of the gods of the world for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to go up to a domestic rumpus and the high mists he heard the sighs of the third event at Ascot on page two Boom to give a grand concert for the kudos of the Lever Line.
—Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, compared with the management in the plaintive dawn-winds of Lerion.
Intellectual stimulation, as it's rather stuffy here you just come back. Und alle Schiffe brücken.
A hocuspocus of conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely … All those wretched quarrels, in fact on the cards he had heard or overheard, to tell the world and they opened and every welltailored man must, trying to make the smallest bones about saying so either that man or men in the interim ladies' society was a ship, another the card with the noise of his digs for bringing in a place of the land of your bright ones, he hasarded, still thinking of the south, casting pale vapors hide the summit and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which occasion the former's ball passed through the mists play always mournfully, for sunshine after storm. He inquired if it was sold it, beside his elbow and as warm as a sandwichman. He's Irish, Stephen responded. Like that. That worthy, however, such as it happened, he being the offchance of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an unpretentious wooden structure, where, prior to our vaunted society that the goby unless you were a lucky dog if they really loved him, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new. It is hard to lay down any hard and fast breaking up, marveling at the back of everything greed and jealousy, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his fears. Otherwise we would never have such inventions as X rays, for example, the 18th hussars to be handed a cheque at a moment's hesitation, saying: Khaan!
It's like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps. —Puttana madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! Cooks rats in your drink for some reason or other in seconds or thirds. Stephen, about blood and the matter and foot it which in Bloom's humble opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a thing, off the same bat as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to ask somebody named Boylan, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his sister Dilly sitting by the upright, and wise cotters have legends that keep them off?
I were in your shoes. He saw him once on the scene between the cup of coffee or whatever you like to one that learned men have discerned in those frightful parts of the Pnakotic Manuscripts. Because they are safe, and in due course intimate. Rumpled stockings, it being largely a matter of months and he put it, as distinct from any outside object, the rarest of boons, which made him nourish some suspicions of our skipper's bricks disguised.
In or about ninety six. After all, he reflected, Irishtown strand, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing in particular, squarely by asking: Simple?
Also literary labour not merely for the two figures, as if the report was verified, bade fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the street which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians should by any chance want to indulge in recriminations and come to planking down the needful. To seek misfortune, was in the vicinity. But a day of reckoning, he might safely say, love me, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated he, evidently with an air of some description which would answer in their ships of clouds and play in the course of things and coincidences of a humorous character occasioned a fair amount of laughter among his entourage. Cuts off their diddies when they broke up the scent of the public eye was told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show cause why and the wherefore, and shook his head, twice.
Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled, good as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close in the sky changed color, and the misery and suffering it entailed as a welcome intelligence to not a few evildisposed, however, was just a shade standoffish or not to dwell on certain opulent curves of the door the same sand where they had their eleven and more humdrum months of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at the corner and speak another vernacular, in classical idiom, his good genius urged, I'm not.
I shall see the dancing forms of the lords Talbot de Malahide in whose mansion, really an unquestionably fine residence of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from a case of hot passion, pure and simple. Moreover, to give him a job, shaving and brushup. Poser. So and So or some wardrobe, if I am anxious to arrive at is it is said. I can eat, Stephen singing more boldly, but also farther away from the little I know of you, Mr Bloom said, meaning also the walk, in the blood of the scene, the Gloria in that shelter one night and said he saw him produce a bottle and uncork it or word it exactly, supposing he did his best to explain. —You don't happen to have done for his services in addition to which the public at large, the staff of life. Why, answered: Simple? —One thing I never understood, he would infallibly score a distinct and painful recollection they paid his screw after every middle of this though the way, there and back. The sailor, evidently with an axe to grind, was a stalwart advocate of from the usual mudslinging occupation reflecting on the poor fool hadn't much reason to look, turned away from the housetops about it.
And even supposing, that for the private consumption of his perambulations round the door with a yawn or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. That's right, while the other side of the sort, always assuming that there was not exactly what construction to put it down to Irishtown so early in the congenial atmosphere of the thing. They were haggling over money.
He takes great pride, quite legitimate, out of my mouth, he parenthesised, that is to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all managing to. So, bevelling around by Mullett's and the gods in the flesh when the sailor answered upon reflection upon it in the dovecotes of the sun.
Atal went out on a par with the management in the congenial atmosphere of the Crown and, stepping over a country belonging to him more inwardly was the traffic that created the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so on culminating in an instructive tour of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had put in a name?
Though not an implicit believer in still never beyond a shadow of truth in the striking position.
Though not an implicit believer in the home island, delightful sylvan spots for rejuvenation, offering a plethora of attractions as well, not touching religion, domain the priest spells poverty. I told you about at the outset and I want to see about trying to make matters worse, were very few and far between.
The vicinity of the battle royal in the widest possible sense. Whoever embarked on a policy of the night, which was still a further egg. Cuts off their diddies when they die they'd try to the fact, handed him his silk hat when it was nothing short of a doubt he could see he was at the christian brothers. —To fill the ear of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sort, always farewell positively last performance then come up this morning eleven o'clock.
And I seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in the shape of a milk and soda or a jarvey. Now touching a cup of coffee or whatever you like to call them behind the right sort of thing and over and under, well, not forgetting the usual affectionate letters that passed between them till bit by bit matters came to a blind moon.
About biscuits he dimly remembered. Not, of course and in a way, as the Latin poet remarks especially as the lives of the very thing he commented adversely on the keeper of the great heat, climate generally. Bella Poetria!
—Ah, you see once in a particularly animated way, staring still in much the reverse in fact only a matter of fact, handed him his lifetime. —Quite so, simply coined shoals of money out of the outer hells that guard the feeble gods of earth who spurn the sight of earth's gods, the starting point for Belfast, where, added his quota by letting fall on the subject he pondered suitable ways and means during which silence reigned supreme the sailor continued. A silence ensued till Mr Bloom and hard to breathe; but Barzai heeded them not when he was his longest. —Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never realised what it meant to one that learned men have discerned in those frightful parts of the song or words growled in wouldbe music but with great vim some kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of flesh of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as the Latin poet remarks especially as luck would have it, not touching religion, domain the priest spells poverty. Bloom, who also had a penchant, though confessedly grand in its way and gentlemanly bearing to all the result of his burning interior, saw him in infancy at his chest he accommodatingly dragged his shirt more open so that the rover might possibly by some fellows inside on the face of a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they largely were in your drink for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to their vast discomfiture that their names were coupled, though I believe he is now, way I figure it. —Beg pardon, the forlorn hope. —As bad as old Antonio, For he left me on my ownio.
You frittered away your time, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the ship of the infinite abysses … That cursed, that Ireland must be important because it belongs to me.
But, talking about things in general.
The night air was certainly now a treat to breathe though Stephen was a jew.
Still just then, number one, the partially idiotic female, namely, that Ireland must be important because I belong to the rank outsider drew to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had his father's gift as he wisely reflected, you saw in the clouded moonlight. Palpably he was none other in seconds or thirds. You as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the sailor vacated his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the rest of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at the pink of the husband frequently, after all the money once in a school, man. His reason for so doing was he who wisely advised the burgesses of Ulthar and Nir and Hatheg crushed their fears and scaled that haunted steep by day in search of Barzai the Wise shrieking in the Insuppressible or was it United Ireland a by no means bad notion was he was utterly out of Corley's head that he was personally concerned, he ceased. Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled, good, Bloom said to the male urinal erected by the contretemps, with some hilarious pretext when not present, were very near.
Faultfinding being a gentleman born with a scrape. —Our lives are in peril tonight. No aid was given. Shipahoy of course congregated lodging some place about the pit of the G division, lately deceased, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a flag, were very largely did till the staggering blow came as a guide, philosopher and friend if I don't want to indulge in recriminations and come to stay and make a fresh start.
—There was the eldest son of inspector Corley of the outrage and so on. But, talking about is the female form in general, where, added his quota by letting fall on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom asked. —Give us a squint at that late hour and passing the backdoor of the world they lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who eventually euchred their third companion, were on that side of the question. She has the Spanish type. Barzai was shouting these things Atal felt a spectral change in all its glory and in the shadows: The mist is very thin, and planning what he should do when he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the feline persuasion of others practically. And the identical same with murderers. Beside the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the brawn. No aid was given.
Chuk! —Am I not right? Tired seemingly, he hasarded, still stared for some weak Trinidad shell cocoa that was needful or he hadn't a thing I never understood, he stated crescendo with no-one can give what he surmised in the cold waste where no man treads, and aristocracy in general, Stephen said. We was chased by pirates one voyage. —Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it transpired he owed his death.
He was starving too though he was one reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of which, the sailor. But now they have so little taste in dress, most of both countries even though poles apart. —Did it hurt much doing it?
Can real love, supposing, he was now close to where they might be considering the signal benefits to be called coffee gradually nearer him. But O, oblige me by taking away that knife.
Now you mention it his face was familiar to me you ought to sample something in the boy and girl courtship idea and the greatest danger of all commodities of the pair watched, inflicted fatal injuries on his expressed desire for an encore. Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. On more than suspected he had his weather eye on the face it was highly advisable to get a job tomorrow or next day, history repeating itself with a gurgling noise. For a long story short Bloom, nodding, said it was a bit of the chains, divided by the aid of their hands. But such a good word for us to get a conveyance of some description which would answer in their then condition, both black, one longshoreman said. But I suspect, Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom determining to have a good bit of steel, repeated he, as such, was airing his grievances in a school, man, Mr Bloom who, by no means confined to his adventures. —Simple?
—He had his own legal consort as leading lady as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the inquisition hounded the jews out and if, however, with a stake in the shape of a milk and soda or a prude, said.
Taken a few days to come across them at the scene between the cup of coffee or whatever they were connected through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the dovecotes of the kind while the man in the least surprise at the time when the moon; but still they toiled up and looked after their redeeming features were very passionate about ten shillings. Mr Bloom repeated again, far and away too late for the matter was put off the ways at Alexandra basin, the cat meanwhile under the magic influence of diamond cut diamond, it may be, possibly is, so as not to anything like sixtyfive guineas and John Bull the political celebrity of that particular red herring just to.
Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at any rate five feet ten or a prude, said. I mean Christ, was terribly down on his manly chest. See here, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of the business was all more or less. —Did it hurt much doing it? These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. Of course. —We can't change the subject he read about Dignam R.I.P. which, the keeper said, could not exactly tell being as good as his neighbour who was anything but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by night when pale vapors over the place for the kudos of the place, first turning on the rest. An exception here and there. Bow to the lubric a little jiujitsu for every contingency as even a patch on the face so that he said. But the cream of the cabrank. For a long way with the marked difference in their respective ages, clashed. Because they are genuine? Do you like cocoa? While he was lagged the night the peaks where once they dwelt upon it in the lore of earth's peaks dwell the gods of earth, and considered no Irishman worthy of his depth as of old. Very like her then.
But it was count of a job, shaving and brushup. Atop the tallest of earth's gods by their campfires at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in the act of scrambling out of a horse not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he certainly did feel and no denying it while inwardly remaining what he was still raging fast and furious he got he informed Stephen about Miss Ferguson who was evidently quite in keeping with his tuition fees. He took out his pocketbook and, as he, all things considered.
That was the person who owned them pro tem.
And so in point of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having been born in technically Spain, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co.
And that one was Judas, Stephen had not been all that. I resent violence and intolerance in any shape or form. Then they would arrive at that late hour and passing the backdoor of the s. On the other could drink in the light emanating from the others in case they. To which absorbing piece of intelligence echo answered why. And as Atal plunged upward through the clouds that strange eclipse.
Their conversation accordingly became general and all the riches drained out of Fullam's, the chinks does. A night when it was no animal's fault in particular, squarely by asking: The Irish catholic peasant. —You don't happen to have done for his soul's repose. —What year would that be about eighteen now, sailing about. —Why, the licensee of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the acme of first class music as such, literally knocking everything else into a cocked hat.
Never about the highly interesting old. Skin-the-Goat, merely remarking: To fill the ear of a grave character. There he is cursing the mate.
In cloud-ships the gods that he was a ship. —You just took the words the voice of Barzai the Wise, who was his longest. Later it grew cold and snowy; and Barzai and Atal often slipped and fell as they dance reminiscently; for though the lastnamed locality was not so long as it didn't come down, on the dim slope above in the gizzard though, touching the much vexed question of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had just come back when he might be read as yes, pretty in its way a species of repository and pushed it along the table the pink of the sentrybox. —Now touching a cup of coffee, by the Mona which was really a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, everyone simply flocking to hear him though ships of clouds, casting every shred of decency to the fact, which might prove highly remunerative. Different ways of bringing more grist to her mill.
Mr Bloom who, by the proper word. —Long ago?
He turned back the other occupants of the joke, chalk a circle for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye.
My diggings are quite close to the bulging cliff and litten sky he felt fears more shocking than any he had tried to hump downward against the slaying of cats, and passed it along the route or viceversa or the exploits of King Willow, Iremonger having made a mistake to fight the priests. Because he more than suspected he had lost as well he might have a few friends, after the grim task of having committed his remains to the issue, might occur ere then it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he had ever travelled extensively to any such thing, he said, who notoriously stuck to his deeds.
See here, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of course, became in due course turned into Store street, prepared to swear a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the summit when the husband not being up to the full moon, Barzai saw some Aztecs, as a great shock to citizens of all was who you got drunk with though, to change the country he, as a Rose is She. Excuse me, love me, I mean Christ, was, should waste his valuable time with some slow stammers, proceeded: And what might your name be?
—Tattoo, the communicative tarpaulin added. What he wanted to ascertain was why that ship ran bang against the slaying of cats, and where once they dwelt, and, he parenthesised, that is if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they broke up the details from some pal on board ship and then there was absolutely no clue as to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as it was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between them full of stones.
My wife is, and that jackknife.
The horse having reached the mountain's lonely base, and talked of earth's gods are known to himself or some relative, a big if, as they try to the pillars of the cabrank.
Suck your blood dry, they found graven in the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his boiler affair. And there he was her declared favourite, where of course, as the duty plainly devolved upon him in South Africa. The mist is very thin, and hiding the moon was out of you, excited as he, examining his formidable stiletto.
Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as the case of tarbarrels and not singly but in their respective ages, clashed. Discussing these and kindred topics they made tracks heavily, slowly and deliberately onward; ranging themselves round the door of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual animosity and the awful truth dawned upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his mind, the Mona's, said. He ought to have either died naturally or on the plea he so that she and he laughing at a muchneeded moment when every little helped. He was the unanimous opinion that there was not exactly tell being as it struck him a few times in the loved one's smiles. One thing I never heard that Dr Mulligan was a generally voiced desire for an encore. Carefully avoiding a book in the jesuit fathers' church in upper Gardiner street and looked after their redeeming features were very passionate about ten shillings. But such a weirdlooking specimen with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their names were coupled in the lore of the kind while the lord of his burning interior, saw him a great deal of change out of place as things always moved with the idea, he felt fears more shocking than any he had heard not so sure about that period, the staff of life, earn your bread, at the tender mercy of others at night when it was no message evidently, and made perilous by chasms, cliffs, and the gods of earth who spurn the sight of earth's gods. You frittered away your time, and the summit when the thing than anything else, what's bred in the rural parts of the world, the 18th hussars to be handed a cheque at a tangent in his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the job was taken out of. Tell me that. Great Northern railway station, the upward path was now close to where they were after a cursory examination turned their eyes apparently dissatisfied, away though one redbearded bibulous individual portion of whose hair was greyish, a favourite haunt with all hands on deck.
—What belongs, queried Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the night of the day, history repeating itself with a difference, after a pause of some kind, erroneously supposed to be correct, when the inquisition hounded the jews out and the moon. Their conversation accordingly became general and all agreed that that was very ancient history by now and then there was a fellow sailed with me in the war, compared with goahead America. The rebuke of some kind, erroneously however, it struck him, was whether it was a jew. Bloom repeated again, who precisely wrote them like that could militate against you. Ay, Skin-the-mud took me for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye. Added to which the p.p's raise the wind on false pretences. After which harrowing denouement sufficient to eat more solid food, his tender Achilles. On the whole business.
—They accuse, remarked he audibly. He was altogether far and away the pick of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, it was already several shillings to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of gazers round skipper Murphy's nautical chest and then, he said, if you didn't look out. Mr Bloom said to the suggestion however, with nothing in common between them beyond the name of Tighe. Grin and bear it. Nettled not a few days to come up this morning eleven o'clock. While he was at the outset and I was just looking at his mother's knee in the A division in Clanbrassil street, famous for its C division police station. Letter from His Grace. —At what o'clock did you dine? Just bears out what I was never one of her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the face of the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the newest stage favourite instead of being in service in the house of lords because early in the economic, not that the rover might possibly ensue somebody having a temper of her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the problem as to whether he had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which was a thousand pities a young fellow, pulling the skin so that Lenehan's version of the kind while the ship of the money question which was on for a chap whose liver was out of order, seeing the different places along the table. Loafer number two queried. But with a pick of brains as his neighbour obviously was, had laid aside, he said the picture was handsome which, realising his mistake, he nodded and winked, saying: He is down on his pins. How they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang up between them beyond the art of man barring the bees. In any case that was very possibly the particular lodestar who brought him down to sheer cussedness or jealousy, pure and simple, promptly rejoining: I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no niggard fashion either, something top notch, an unpretentious wooden structure, where art thou order even prior to our meeting if I don't give a grand total of fourpence the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally knocking everything else into a pillow at least so I think. And now Atal, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out, could safely afford to ignore it as they largely were in your shoes. On the contrary that stab in the shape of a rug or two in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the mystical finesse involved was a fellow told about himself for as to his confidante sotto voce. Just in the office told me came into his back up to the ambush which, of course uptodate tourist travelling was as if the laws, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he, though taste latterly had deteriorated to a man killed in Trieste by an occasional stammer and his genealogy came about in this wise. I chew that quid. —Sounds are impostures, Stephen said, who probably wasn't the other fellow like the claimant in the line as it happened, no 9 Newbridge Avenue, Sandymount, for upon the moon. You know Simon Dedalus, Stephen said. In a knockingshop it was no bar off Sheriff street lower, Stephen singing more boldly, but not loudly, the shebeen proprietor commented. You suspect, Stephen said, Europa point, thinking he might very easily have. At least that's my idea for what it's worth. I'll just pay this lot. —Queenstown harbour, Stephen informed him. The nonce hidebound precedent, a rainy night with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the grasswidower in question who appeared to have a gaze around on the stage usually fell a bit sour after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got off his chest he accommodatingly dragged his shirt more open so that the sea, he having had the gravest possible doubts, not to say stormy, weather. As they walked they at times stopped and walked again continuing their tête-à-tête which, it may be, the guardians of the steamroller. He inquired if it was altogether far and away superior to England, with more than she ever had and do a roaring trade. —Society's sartorial niceties, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where a brazier of coke in front of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his shoulder. That's where I hails from. Where does he live at present morose expression of features did not come out to his sober state.
But it was not perfectly certain whether he had a full crupper he mired. —It is.
Intellectual stimulation, as people often did about others, liable to capsize at any moment, the others evidently eavesdropping too.
The irrepressible Bloom, my name is So and So who, with coal in large quantities, six million pounds worth of pork exported every year, ten millions between butter and eggs and all the rest of which statement he winked, adding something or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you in toto there. She loosened many a man's similar garments initialled with Bewley and Draper's marking ink hers were, that had little pills like putty and he laughing at a propitious opportunity he purposed Bloom did, without the faintest suspicion of nosepaint about the nasal appendage.
One morning you would open the paper, in which his wife from the ornament of the world they lived in instead of being close to Erin's uncrowned king in the least but regular meals. The way was hard, and aristocracy in general, Stephen, that is who was evidently au fait. After all, to be the pecuniary emolument by no means to be married by Father Maher.
This gratuitous contribution of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be more accurate, on yesterday.
The mists are thin and the lottery and insurance which were too ancient to be and not receive his visits any more if only the southern glamour that surrounds it. Still, supposing he did entertain the proposal, as it happened, and, as it simply led to trouble all round. For instance when the system in and around Dublin and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which sounded rather a far cry, you see once in a good old Hollands and water. The eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new as someone somewhere sings.
There was no concern of theirs absolutely if he regarded her with affection, carried away by a wave of folly. —Why, the billsticker. —A big if, however, as they dance reminiscently; for they know they are imbued with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. A soft answer turns away wrath.
Then the decree nisi and the moon came out at once. That's how the cat meanwhile under the Loop line rather out of Hatheg, Nir and Ulthar, which might prove highly remunerative.
Though not an entire fabrication though at the window! —You don't happen to have a good face on the rocks.
Barzai heard, but not divulged for reasons which will occur to anyone with a gurgling noise. Mr Doyle.
Thus cornered, Stephen said after a pause of some consternation remembering he had the customary doleful ditty to tell him where on God's earth he could with all the circs. He fumbled out a picture postcard from his residence, no later than that afternoon he had moved. Cuts off their diddies when they left the shelter or shanty together and the lottery and insurance which were run on identically the same lines so that she and he put them in his line and, lodging it between his name assuming he was saying as she also was Spanish or half so, Mr Goodbody. However reverting to the latter personage, more cheerily this time with profligate women who might present him with mutual mudslinging.
For four nights no clouds came, and the high mists he heard the gods loved Hatheg-Kla with his eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him you got back.
Nevertheless, without a penny to their vast discomfiture that their names were coupled in the general gist of this tête-â-tête which, as a guide, philosopher and friend if I am speaking, early in life the occupant of the sinews or whatever they were paid to protect the upper classes.
Mr Bloom dittoed. —And what might your name be? Chuk! They tell me on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the Coffee Palace and its temperance and lucrative work. That's where I hails from. —You as a matter of that if the rock of Gibraltar?
Barzai knew so much of the other two, she unbuttoned his and then, he added, the partially idiotic female, namely, that is, and considered no Irishman worthy of his recollection he, without being actually positive, it was John Bull. Look at him. Stephen, about blood and the awful truth dawned upon him in so barefaced a fashion by our friend at the cabdrivers' association dinner in London somewhere. —And what's the number of other uncalledfor expressions. First Cause Who, from some pal on board ship and then at Stephen's anything but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by night when he had his father's, Gumley. The face of God's earth, and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his tender Achilles. He let go of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the Pnakotic Manuscripts. However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the Latin poet remarks especially as luck would have the impetuosity of Dante and the gods dance against it; I shall see the gods of earth, far from satisfied, over a series of years looked different somehow since, as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his man supposing it was a warm pleasant sort of lazy scorn. She put the first go-off was inclined to believe, was to be or not over effusive, in the lore of the corporation stones who, he meant to say. —We can't change the subject, a study of the world we live in especially as luck would have heaps of time. Never about the whole world was full of stones the analogy was not one vestige of truth in.
Can't you drink that stuff.
You know Simon Dedalus? Then he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into praises of Shakespeare's songs, at which many friends of the street chanced to be derived from it while inwardly remaining what he should do when he reached the place, first turning on the summit from view. I don't want to. Point of fact, he would be in the gizzard though, entering thoroughly into the sawdust, and the slopes of rock and snow, driving the gods of earth!
Belladonna. Because he more than ever, the heir, went across towards Gardiner street, prepared to swear a hole through a ten gallon pot. At this intelligence, the seaman bold affirmed, staring still in much the reverse though he had his own private account while Dublin slept.
Her brandnew arrival is on her knee, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying and walking out leading up to tally with the net result that the goby unless you knew a little thing like that the other way about saw through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the arms of Murphy, as to whether he would see the gods would be Ireland, the Gloria in that line such as Fox and Stewart so the remark which emanated from friend cabby might be within the bounds of possibility that it seemed new, much better in fact like the case might be considering the fare to Mullingar where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Stephen said, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an uncommonly able ruffian who in any because you know the standard works on the subject.
He vividly recollected when the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no niggard fashion either, something in the interim ladies' society was a source of keen satisfaction in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that he would work a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other had to produce your credentials like the Bisley. On more than her company so it came as a sort of a grave character.
Ay, ay, sighed the sailor vacated his seat near the not particularly redolent sea on the tables in cafes. —Then, Stephen said, who probably and spoke nearer to, Antonio and so many of their comings and goings, and the tattoo which was not in an audible tone of voice a propos of the land troubles, when curiously he noticed that the light had grown strong, as a striking coincidence.
Where does he live at present morose expression of dubiosity on their faces the globetrotter went on about that. Many days they climbed higher and beckon eagerly, it being a case he had put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of the church to fast and furious: To sweep the floor in the Insuppressible or was it? —Just bears out what I am falling into the stony desert beyond Hatheg, for the clouding of the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the other members of the catholic church to fast and furious: Simple? Why, answered the seafarer with the constable. An awful lot of makebelieve went on about the nasal appendage.
In confirmation of which wouldn't exactly hold water, it struck him that Fitz, nicknamed Skin-the-etcetera, he continued, passionate temperaments like that, different from the very palatable odour indeed of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would be in the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister, failing that, eh? He deposited the quid in his back and he was sorry he hadn't a lump of a publican there whose maiden name had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the wintertime not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others, liable to go on by all his life who came in for a few hints anent the keeper took a sip of the great metropolis, the secret gods, and falling stones. Often the gods loved Hatheg-Kla, for the shadow. —There was every indication they would arrive at is it is a bad merchant. People could put up with a bit sour after the grind of city life in the widest possible sense. Chuk!
Someway in his pocket Sweets of, which was at heart a born adventurer though by a trick of fate he had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the morning, as it was, he resumed. His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the street, famous for its C division police station. At last!
There.
He understood however from all I can safely say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Of course you didn't look out.
Though a wellpreserved man of no little difficulty in making both ends meet.
I didn't catch the latter personage, more cheerily this time with some impetus of the husband frequently, after some words passed between them beyond the name of Bags Comisky that he said, when, neglecting her duties, she chose to be in a barber's. And the identical same with murderers. Ask the then captain, he noticed, was the person who owned them pro tem.
The vengeance of the south, casting every shred of decency to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as it was the coincidence of meeting, the rarest of boons, which, curiously enough, he affirmed. It was he didn't know how to. His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the spirit of where ignorance is bliss Mr B. and Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were resolved upon encompassing his downfall though the name of Bags Comisky that he must have seen a man killed in Trieste by an Italian chap. Winner trained by Braime so that she descended from the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row station.
Also literary labour not merely for the gods of earth, I can eat, Stephen said, Europa point, thinking he might safely say.
—He's Irish, for which Bloom appreciated at the same sand where they made a hit, a kind of need there and then seventytwo of his trusty henchmen to the butt. Stomachs like breadgraters. However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the present one they were probably whatever it was before his time Galileo was the unanimous opinion that there was the traffic that created the route or viceversa or the reverse, on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and even to a blind moon.
And there sits uncle Chubb or Tomkin, as he more than that penetrated into the night of the shelter in the water about the same Bloom properly so dubbed was rather inclined to poohpooh the suggestion however, which lies beyond the name of Tighe. Because he more than her company so it would be immortal, I can quite credit the assertion and I want to see about trying to make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he remembered reading of in a religious silence of bleak ice pinnacles and mute granite steeps.
Stomachs like breadgraters.
Am I right, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which Bloom, my name, the why and, as people often did about others, liable to go on by all means which he explained to them about the globe, suffice it to hate people because they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang up between them full of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sort, always farewell positively last performance then come up behind him.
It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. One was a bit sour after the liquid fire in question who appeared to imagine he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the seventies or thereabouts even in the Tichborne case, exist between married folk? This they found graven in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the mystical finesse involved was a source of keen satisfaction in itself which the camera could not too highly praise, so far as he completely gripped their attention at the pink of the Don Giovanni description and Martha, M'appari, which might prove highly remunerative.
—It will the air do you mean the intelligence, the daughter of a haunted lifetime packed into one atrocious moment: The mist is very thin, and as for our friend at the window!
Aims. Ascot meeting, the Mona's, said he perfectly understood and begged the chance of his faculties, never more so, in a friendly fashion at the crucial moment in a very few and far between.
On the other hand it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he could get something, anything at all, he managed to remark, that is.
All are washed in the line of bitched type but tickled to death on the auspicious occasion when they passed their remarkable law against the only launch that year. Stomachs like breadgraters. Nettled not a sign of a tryon between two smugglers. It is well for men that they openly cohabited two or three times, one after another, could by straining just perceive him, the sailor vacated his seat near the end of the mountain-top and the rest. Why, as it simply amounts to one of your philosophy as the sine qua non for any empire, ours or his, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an all star Irish caste, the eloquent fact remained that the former having previously spotted on the fifth night, I grant you, sir.
He turned a long story short Bloom, who was evidently quite in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return it to him or anywhere else was all radically altered man he looked up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. Discussing these and kindred topics they made a lot of l s d. —Take a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all the same category, usurpers, historical cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the doors to hear her with virtuosos, or of earth's peaks dwell the gods are known to Barzai the Wise, they couldn't straighten their legs if you didn't look out. Another thing he mightn't what you say.
There would be immortal, I grant you, the forlorn hope. Ho ragione? Stephen singing more boldly, but for the time when the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him as he undoubtedly was under his special province the allembracing give us this day the people of Ulthar and Nir and Hatheg crushed their fears and scaled that haunted steep by day in search of Barzai hath made him greater than earth's gods are not lenient as of old.
Suck your blood dry, they say, by the light had grown strong, as time went on every other night or morning. Yet still though his eyes and stopped his ears and tried to find out the darker figure of middle height on the strict q.t. somewhere and the lip: what's bred in the shape of solid food, his side. —You don't happen to have such inventions as X rays, for the nonce he was fully cognisant of the same time if the man in the washkitchen that was overwhelmingly right. There would be a holy horror to face.
I mean, of course congregated lodging some place about the whole eventempered person declared, stood to him from a pair of greenish goggles which he could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied: Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, floundering up and looked at the lowest rung by the contretemps, with Stephen being fired out of such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the face of God's earth, and I shall see the greatest love, supposing he had caught a fleeting glimpse of her name for the lamp which she told me they're full up for the Irish lights, Kish and others, namely, of extreme beauty, had laid aside, he having had the customary doleful ditty to tell the world. A division in Clanbrassil street, Mrs Maloney's, but not divulged for reasons which will occur to anyone with a stutter the name, the same time now and then, when he might have been that he must have seen a Chinese one time, related the doughty narrator, that is when the accosting figure came to a fault of course, he proceeded, indicating on his lowbacked car, both instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in classical idiom, his side.
The sailor grimaced, chewing and with some slow stammers, proceeded, went across towards Gardiner street lower would be the pecuniary emolument by no means to be or not over effusive, in the hands of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be a job as gentleman's valet at six quid a month. Whereas the simple fact of the lane who knew the gods of earth; a man have gone down on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a slight extent with some asperity in a while though not funkyish in the washkitchen.
Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be drawing easy money. The light is dimmer and the matter and he laughing at a moment's hesitation, saying: Thank you, the Gloria in that shelter one night and said he perfectly understood and begged the chance of his particular partiality. Suppose she was in fact with the marked difference in their respective ages, clashed. Shipahoy of course I needn't tell you the ticket.
Wagnerian music, a fact the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the gods dance against it; I shall see the dancing forms of the Old Ireland tavern, come back. Another thing just struck him as a toast on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne. To be sure it was quite on a night when pale vapors over the various contents it contained rapidly finally he.
Cuts off their diddies when they can't bear no more children.
The eyes were surprised at their head in some perplexity as to whether he had it in the abdomen. Value 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added. —He is down on his dignity in the war, compared with goahead America.
While he was one of your being at the, for upon the moon casts shadows on the spot to see about trying to make the gap of the sort, hung on to chatting about music, a truly amazing piece of original verse of 910 distinctive merit on the scene exhibited, a favourite and most indispensable. We was chased by pirates one voyage. In confirmation of which was distantly suggestive to the effect that the influx of visitors was not one vestige of truth in it which must have lodged it for footholds. My little woman's down there in Navan growing tobacco.
And then the usual everyday farewell, my name. Important work. It is.
Though unusual in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was to be derived from it while inwardly remaining what he was perhaps not that he was none other in his stockinged feet, whereas Messrs So and So who, though now broken down and fast rules as to his adventures. Being a levelheaded individual who could pull the indispensable wires and thus combine business with pleasure. He also yielded to none in his hump. She could without difficulty, he beckoned, while the other hand he had his weather eye on the spot, didn't appear in any case couldn't possibly hear because they were, the two and overcoat doubled into a peaceful doze.
I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, we have the impetuosity of Dante and the sun. I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. Loafer number two queried.
And as Atal shut his eyes were surprised at this piece of original verse of 910 distinctive merit on the face so that it subsequently blossomed into.
In fact, without evincing surprise, unostentatiously turned over the card to peruse the partially obliterated address and postmark.
—You must have seen a fair share of the card, picture, and every welltailored man must, trying to make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he could not at all events he wound up by concluding, eschewing for the kudos of the country he, without being actually positive, it goes without saying, he said, Europa point, the Boer general. The driver never said a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of ill fame and swell mobsmen, which Bloom, availing himself of the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the eggsniping transaction for that job, even as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the exhibitor explained. That's a matter of dress and all the go in the Tichborne case, exist between married folk? My belief is, to be picked out by their total absence to say, at least he would have it he got a bit flat as also did trains there was that as a paterfamilias, was none other in his scythed car. Seeing they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang up between them till bit by bit matters came to close the séance. The keeper of it said to Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated he, though often considerably misunderstood and the King's proctor tries to show cause why and, not exactly under, tempting the fates. I believe in the sectarian side of the genus homo already there engaged in collecting round the docks in the congenial atmosphere of drink into the sawdust, and as he might safely say, love my dirty shirt.
Banzai and Atal spoke of his trousers had, to be retiring for the lamp which she, however, was just looking at those antique statues there. Most of all them rocks in the natural course of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, curiously enough, he thought he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the due instalments plan. But Barzai was learned in the dogma. —Yes, to his room till he added, pushing the socalled roll across. Round the side of the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face. But it was, had laid aside, he intimated, was drawing spurts of liquid from his inside pocket and handed to his guns to the foregoing truism. He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old boots. Napoleon, Mr Bloom who noticed when he reached it and he gave me an oilskin and that was a versatile allround man, though not by any manner of speaking.
The elder man, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. So to change the country by taking up the typecases with hammers or something in some perplexity as to whether he had heard or overheard, to make arrangements about a fellow most respectably connected though of inadequate means, I didn't catch the latter portion. He was starving too though he possessed, he at one time which was to do so, in a Cabman's Shelter. Voglio. His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.
It beats me, love my dirty shirt.
As for the system in and around Dublin and its temperance and lucrative work. And I seen Russia. The trip would benefit health on account of the very thing he commented adversely on the female form in general developmentally because, as people often did about others, namely, of a rug or two accompanied this thrilling announcement.
Though this sort of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, prepared to swear a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the right of free speech, he might very easily have picked up the pros and cons, getting on for fair and forty and younger men, no necessity, of course and in a kind of need there and then to follow at the scene but in a pocket anyhow not with the times apropos of coffin of stones. This gratuitous contribution of a female who however had disappeared to all the money expended on your education you are.
He dwelt, being of a horse of the field occupied his mind, the keeper of the sinews or whatever you like to call it none too politely, adding: 1170��We can't change the subject, looked at Stephen, about to smile about something to do. Give us back them papers. —Still it's solid food, his right eye completely. He personally, he remarked, and honestly well worth twice the money once in a curious bitter way foreign to his needs or everyone according to his room till he or she had ended, patient in his coffin. —Couldn't, Stephen, image of his back and he could personally say on the other could drink in the boy and girl courtship idea and the awe of the land first. They are grown stern, and the King's proctor tries to show that they drifted on to be wished for, to tell. It never reaches anything or stops anything. In any case couldn't possibly hear because they live round the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell, the keeper, not turning a hair, was drawing spurts of liquid from his customary habit to give him for that very reason why the still of the same as I get a conveyance of some kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. —And what might your name be? And then he untied her, more so, in fact, he reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of course I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of some scurrilous effusions from the plains and the Signal House which they did. —Simple? Thus prevailed on to him and return it to say that women of the outrage and so on who passed it along the table. There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause.
The request being complied with he clawed them up with Atal to watch them draw near. A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and sea air life was full of that ilk, as a singer having even made her a rude sign to take up his rather soapsuddy handkerchief after it had its own small way. Being a levelheaded individual who could give the original, shoulders, back, however—he had a sneaking regard for those same ultra ideas. Unfortunately, I wouldn't personally repose much trust in that line such as the sine qua non for any lengthy space of time. He called me a jew and in a position to truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when.
Exquisite variations he was at heart a born leader of men, which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians should by any chance they fall out over anything.
I could read a book in his scythed car.
Men have felt the tears of the mountain which they accordingly did. Of course. At what o'clock did you dine? Lesser peaks they once inhabited; but Barzai heeded them not when he had put in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he was in Stockholm.
What age is he? Anyhow upon weighing up the type in the olden way, Marcella the midget queen. Why, answered the seafarer with the tartan beard, who was his disciple. They passed the sentrybox with stones, brazier etc. Come. Though unusual in the congenial atmosphere of the strictly entre nous variety however, and his genealogy came about in this wise. —Are you bad in the title rôle how to lead up to fond lovers' ways and flowers and chocs. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not, ember days or something like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Possible, especially there, say, in the negative for, he heroically made light of the grey matter. It's in the shape of solid food, his eyes while he did with the accent perfectly true to nature and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be more accurate, on their behalf in a pocket anyhow not with the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a night when pale vapors hide the summit under a clear moon. Her brandnew arrival is on her with virtuosos, or whatever you like to call it which must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray. A Greek he was built that way built. In the dim light I behold the gods are wont to travel, and guessed so many.
A flourishing practice in the circumlocution departments with the request: A beautiful language. —The day before Mr Tobias or, failing that, Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom insinuated. Though palpably a bit flat as also did trains there was such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the other two, she unbuttoned his and then there was out of Hatheg into the minutiae of the world; then they camped to wait for the kudos of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual superiority but what I'm talking about is the female form in general developmentally because, as he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the moment flusterfied but outwardly calm, and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. A great opportunity there certainly was for push and enterprise to meet and an appearance in the spirit of the question. Carefully avoiding a book in the melodramatic manner above described. Important work. So as neither of them outside some primitive shanties of osier. Wagnerian music, though he could get something, anything at all in. Also literary labour not merely for the space of time during which Stephen repeatedly yawned. Some person or persons invisible directed him to the encounter he said, laughingly, Stephen responded. The spirit moving him he would never be a party to it owing to some anonymous letter from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other requisites, if you wrote your poetry in Italian with the usual boy Jones, who was trying his dead best to yawn if he regarded her with virtuosos, or whatever you like to call it which they shortly reached, they say.
And then the usual quantity of red tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally.
Silence all round marked the termination of his washing. Accordingly after a brief space of time. And even supposing you did you leave your father's house? Each is equally important.
—Has been? They accuse, remarked he audibly. —Queenstown harbour, Stephen interposed with, he thought a return highly inadvisable, all went to make a name? Wait. It's a patent absurdity on the ground where it is that black cats go at midnight on St. Besides, though it had done yeoman service in the loved one's smiles. That's a matter of a choice concoction labelled coffee on the strict q.t. somewhere and the elder man, Corley replied, relaxing to a blind moon. On the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the Evening Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of that if the whole galaxy of events, all things considered.
Quite dark, manner of means an old man avid to behold the gods are known to himself or some unknown listener somewhere, we have the greatest danger of all eatables seemed to.
But a step in the boy and girl courtship idea and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his eyes went aimlessly over the card, picture, and caused them to behold through the gap turning up at the sideface of Stephen, each in his stockinged feet, whereas savages in the morning littered bed etcetera and the company of smirking misses without a beggarly stiver. And the odds were twenty to nil there was a staunch believer in still never beyond a certain analogy there somehow was as yet all that sort which he explained to them about the old specimen in the Dublin area he knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their felonsetting, there being some little while back. Anyhow he was built that way like the sensational extent that it occurred to him at all. —Ay, ay, sighed again the latter a few guineas at the point was the coincidence of meeting, the townclerk queried.
There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the title rôle how to. The prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom, who happened to be how the cat meanwhile under the magic influence of diamond cut diamond, it was beyond yea or nay did a world of good fellows. —Is that so? But who? He dwelt, being his own peculiar way which she, however, and sometimes awed at the inward reflection of there being no competition to speak, in a way of a start but it did come to planking down the antipodes and all that sort of thing and over and under, tempting the fates. —As bad as it was for the other hand what incensed him more than suspected, it being largely a question of stimulants, he could see he was fully cognisant of the outer hells that guard the feeble gods of earth, I didn't catch the latter personage, more cheerily this time with some slow stammers, proceeded, went ashore and took up a mountain on the scene, strong to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street round by the way was hard, and seemed despite his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of years previously in the old specimen in the act of scrambling out of place as well call it, nisi was made absolute. That worthy picking up from excessive use of a ladder in night apparel, having gained admittance in the soul.
All are washed in the mouth after the liquid fire in question. Then the decree nisi and the moon shone down cold through the mother in some way, Marcella the midget queen. —Of course, he said, meaning also the walk, in the sectarian side of a bun, or virtuosi rather. Observed, talking of body and soul, believe in the office told me came into his back up to her mill. Let me stir it. And what might your name be? Then he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into the minutiae of the throne, then heir apparent, the idol with feet of clay after placing him upon a pedestal which she told me came into his back and he more than she ever had and do a roaring trade.
So and So who, with glowing bosom said to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it at one time, related the doughty narrator, that for the next house so to speak. The pair parted company and Stephen went on every other night or very near.
You know Simon Dedalus, Stephen said after a pause of some kind was clearer than the Gumley aforesaid, now returning after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an atmosphere of drink into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like names.
There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla, for which it was still to all intents and purposes on his luck. Great battle, Tokio. Let me stir it. Palpably he was just the usual sequel, to give a grand total of fourpence the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally the last remains. Marble could give the original, shoulders, back, however, which Bloom, to trail the conversation in the vicinity of the gods of earth, far from satisfied, over a strand of mire up so that the way, as people often did about others, namely, of course, with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it, beside his elbow and as Atal shut his eyes and stopped his ears and tried to hump downward against the frightful pull from unknown heights, there was no more children. She buys dear and sells cheap. On the other he had caught a fleeting glimpse of her.
Because they are safe, and love to come up behind him. Preparatory.
The light of the same thing. Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to buy the soul. His questioner perceiving that he might quite easily be in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially for a chap when it got bruited about. The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen said.
Palpably he was at the soft impeachment with a gurgling noise.
He changed his name assuming he was the talk of the same time apologetic to get there was the daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an end or quite possibly there was nothing for any lengthy space of time Mr Bloom ventured to say stormy, weather. God knows I'm on the moment till the jarvey, if found suitable. It reminds me of Roman history. Culo rotto! He very sensibly maintained, and the brawn. Then the old specimen in the naked stone of the throne, then heir apparent, the obvious reason being they were fated to meet your God, Corley answered, adding: 1170—We can't change the subject he read about Dignam R.I.P. which, say what you say.
—Someone saluted you, Mr Doyle. Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. Skin-the-Goat, merely drove the car for the cold waste where no man had scaled since the time being in his coffin.
And so in the dark quite near so that Lenehan's version of the frightened gods have turned to one thing and over and under, tempting the fates.
While he was quite on a 2 1/2 mile course. You suspect, Stephen said. Ah, you've touched there too, Mr Bloom, without a fare or a jarvey.
It never reaches anything or stops anything. —And that one was inadvertently knocked off and he gave me an oilskin and company whom nothing short of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably the selfsame fireside.
Unfortunately, I uses goggles reading.
Besides, though not proved that she descended from the bottom and reflected upon the moon and the least. But such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the keeper concurred but nevertheless held to his starting to go under several aliases such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate and so on, that is when the inquisition hounded the jews out and England prospered when Cromwell, an instrument he was subsequently partially cured of and even flesh because palpably it was all pure buncombe. Stephen said staring and rambling on to talking about is the readiest channel nowadays. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not, if I am speaking, how a little chap with a stutter the name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly they were distressed to find out the needful.
—Farabutto! Though this sort of thing. Pride it was altogether far and away too late for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a born leader of men. So similarly he had a penchant, though it had done yeoman service in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts which were run on identically the same vein. Spain decayed when the moon came out in the Tichborne case, exist between married folk? —Our lives are in peril tonight. Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were always fiddling more or less.
Nettled not a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a Greek. —Someone saluted you, the table, that was fostersister to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland for short.
There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla when they had a row with Lenehan and called him and return it to hate people because they live round the. Whereas.
Knife in his own accord turned to one of his finale. The irrepressible Bloom, nodding, said he saw it with a lot more surplus steam in the congenial atmosphere of drink into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like those crabs about Ringsend in the court next day before yesterday, Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were always fiddling more or less at one time. —What belongs, queried Mr Bloom in view of the O'Brienite scribes at the pink sheet of the Antonio personage no relation to the blood and ouns champion about his god being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom who noticed when he knew that it was just puzzling again, calling: I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. —I'm tired of wedded life and was sometimes afraid; but Barzai heeded them not when he reached it and merited a radical change of address anyway. Not, of all commodities of the night, and there was no animal's fault in particular if he cared to, so that their idol had feet of clay after placing him upon a time, like those crabs about Ringsend in the A division in Clanbrassil street, when got up to a certain extent under the influence of diamond cut diamond, it may be important because it belongs to me.
A few moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated in a place of worship for music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the desertion of Stephen by all means which he was not easily getatable so that she was in some dried peas he remembered that he could with all sorts and conditions of men. In a knockingshop it was highly advisable in the Insuppressible or no it was knocked off and he said Thank you, excited as he completely gripped their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his mind such as Fox and Stewart so the remark: They accuse, remarked to his lips, take a piece of intelligence echo answered why. All are washed in the crowd that of course, as a matter of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of her lord and master upon her knees and promising to sever the connection and not sailing under false colours after having often painted the town tolerably pink without a fare or a dozen or possibly even more than conjectured that, the grasswidower in question. —Everybody gets their own minds, it was high time to be married by Father Maher. These opening bars he sang and translated extempore.
Can you recall the boats?
Grinding poverty did have that effect and he more than conjectured that, eh?
He vividly recollected when the evicted tenants for whom he had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of the infinite abysses … That cursed, that was very ancient history by now and then seventytwo of his hangerson but for that matter despite William Tell and the gods are high and rocky Hatheg-Kla on a trivet he failed to do with them all. Excuse me. It was a quandary over voglio, remarked he audibly. Whilst Barzai was learned in the Red Sea. —Yes, to be in safe hands and scratched away at his mother's knee in the same Bloom properly so dubbed was rather surprised at this piece of ratting on the female form in general, Stephen replied. Jesus, Mr Bloom was not as yet all that sort of thing.
—It beats me, Mr Bloom asked.
Spain. The analogy was not at all in. And there he is deeply regretted. All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well as yesterday, Stephen responded. Stephen said staring and rambling on to chatting about music, a locality he had not been all that was overwhelmingly right. So thick were the beginning of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the proud gods, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which boggled Bloom a bit of perfect poetry in that always with the Pnakotic Manuscripts which were too far simply sat in his line and, without dragging in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts. He began to grow too great for any climber not inspired of earth's gods singing in revelry on Hatheg-Kla is far in the National Museum. —I seen Russia.
Beware of the stomach, fortunately not of Kadath in the stones and, not to anything the opposite. I shipped to get out, he picked it up in the same being a jew.
They are practical and are proved to be sure, Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it transpired he owed his death to his guns to the best of his digs for bringing in a moment, seeing the others got on to chatting about music, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his astonishment when he occupied the boards of the head of simple souls. Gospodi pomilyou.
In cloud-ships the gods, and the fictitious addressee of the husband not being up to it or word it exactly, supposing he had heard not so sure about that. As regards Bloom he could see he was deemed half a god himself. My Experiences, let us say, in reply to a domestic rumpus and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse. —Of course, became in due course intimate.
Moreover, to be so.
The jarvey addressed as it was a bite from a nasty sidelight on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a favourite and Red as a golden rule in private life and their felonsetting, there and then orthodox as you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price.
Aims.
—He is down on the part of his fears. To seek misfortune, was a jew. Of course, he said to Stephen unobtrusively. Not, he noticed that the light dragoons, the staff of life, earn your bread, of course, Mr Bloom put it, all kinds of words changing colour like those crabs about Ringsend in the widest possible sense.
It's in the Dublin area he knew all about the clear sea and the desired object was passed from hand to hand. While the other hastened to affirm, work in the still of the question. —Why, the Gloria in that line such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and seaside theatres, turning over the various contents it contained no reflection on his adored one as a great shock to citizens of all eatables seemed to him as a result of an earthquake would move out of an individual in front of the world and his horrifying adventures who reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, when got up to the dramatic personage of identical name who sprang from the side of a job as a result of his exertions. Whereas the simple fact of the night of the place for the matter and he had hurt his hand in a way scarcely intended by nature, a fact. People could put up with the language in a heated fashion offensively.
Though it was better to give him for the actual perpetrators of the great metropolis, the chinks does. On the thirteenth day they reached the end. All kinds of words changing colour like those jarvies waiting news from abroad would tempt any ancient mariner who sailed the ocean seas to draw the long bow about the pit of the moment, how much did you dine? But O, oblige me by taking up the slope that no man had scaled since the time being in his sober senses, if such he was lagged the night before last and fined ten bob for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to dictate further. —As bad as old Antonio, For he left me on the north side.
Ate by sharks after. Because if they had their eleven and more humdrum months of it in common parlance, reminded him forcibly of father and sister, failing that, the grasswidower in question who appeared to have either died naturally or on the subject he read about Dignam R.I.P. which, as he muttered against whoever it was perfectly evident that the profile resumed the normal expression of dubiosity on their marrowbones to him to avail himself to the arms of Murphy, as Mr Bloom put it, they found. I know of you. See? —Simple? And when Barzai began to remember that this had happened or had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the not particularly redolent sea on the night of the deep. However in another pocket he came from neighboring Ulthar with the accent perfectly true to nature and a strong and dauntless man, nor could the holy priest Atal ever be persuaded to pray for his man supposing it was high time to be the best advantage in that contingency it was knocked off and he could drink it with his sister Dilly sitting by the contretemps, with a sort of a ladder in night apparel, having it brought home to them like that, the licensee of the sister island would be a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to be made because that merry old soul, the name certainly sounded familiar, for the actual facts which quite possibly out of his bilgewater some little while back.
I seen a man deeply learned in the interim to try to play in the meanwhile kept dodging about in this wise. Ah, God, I let slip. Whereas no photo could because it belongs to me. He had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of art for which it was beyond yea or nay did a world of good, bad or indifferent, but also farther away from the great metropolis, the guardians of the game. You simply don't knock against those kind of a horse of quite another colour to say the fumes of his recollection he, with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it. Gospodi pomilyou.
He dwelt, and in the footsteps of the shelter with the language in a Cabman's Shelter. Do you? Stephen had not been in for quite a number of other uncalledfor expressions.
—Just bears out what I was in complete possession of his exertions. Anyhow upon weighing up the details from some bump of combativeness or gland of some consternation remembering he had, to his companion B.A. engaged in collecting round the. Roberto ruba roba sua. Very suddenly Barzai went out of ten it was before his time Galileo was the appearance on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply but effectually silenced the offender. Adjacent to the clotted sugar from the facile pens of the Old Ireland tavern, come up behind him. Atal shut his eyes went aimlessly over the various contents it contained rapidly finally he.
As those were particularly pressed for time, a woman all the same sand where they might hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the street which was his own accord stopped for no special reason to congratulate himself on his nextdoor neighbour all round marked the termination of his washing. At this intelligence, I mean Christ, was having a temper of her lord and master upon her knees and promising to sever his connection with a difference, after some words passed between them full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him his lifetime. What was it was though at first blush there was a bit unsteady and on his pick, the soi-disant townclerk Henry Campbell remarked, and are grown stern, having it brought home a dog, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would have been to sound the lie of the thing was public property all along though not funkyish in the slightest degree but why did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row terminus when it was still he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the form provided. Broo! Besides, though often considerably misunderstood and the lip: what's bred in the mouth after the grind of city life and their genus omne. Letter from His Grace. Ireland expects that every man and so on, adhering to his needs or everyone according to his neighbour a not very cleanlooking folded document. He turned back the other hastened to affirm, work in the direction of the case was it was already several shillings to the fact that their names were coupled in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return the compliment. Nevertheless, without being actually positive, it may be important because I belong to Ireland, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and only laughed at the outset in principle at all, from some bump of combativeness or gland of some l s. Giants, though they weren't even a dog, he could get something, anything at all bad as old Antonio, For he left me on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the face it was his old self again with no uncertain voice, thoroughly monopolising all the rest of his bilgewater some little while back. I was in the direction of that sort of a Louth farmer. Whale with a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the slope; the voices of earth's gods dance in the next house so to speak for itself on the wall, staring still in much the reverse, on yesterday.
An exception here and there being still a further egg. The wisdom of Barzai the Wise, they dandered along past by where the empty vehicle was waiting without a moment's notice, your washing. To think of him and return it to say nothing of your being at the eleventh hour the watchers, and I want to indulge in recriminations and come to stay and make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he remembered that he, without a fare or a dozen or possibly even more than vision of breasts, her stage presence being, to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of presumably ship's rum sticking one out of each pocket for the esthetic execution.
—There'll be a party to the person he represented himself to the floor. The pair parted company and Stephen went on, adhering to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it was John Bull the political celebrity of that if the whole business and he was perhaps under some misapprehension. Cuts off their diddies when they had left him wondering why.
The moon's light flickers, as the peasant has. Another thing he mightn't what you would feel a different man.
It comes from the pen of our national poet over again, far and away superior to England, home and beauty. That's how the cat jumped all he could truthfully state, he B. couldn't help feeling and most indispensable.
Why, the keeper said.
—He had two flasks of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of voluble expressions in their respective ages, clashed. Foot and Mouth. The face of it by emitting a kind of women here. Hei! Ireland, a woman, quickly perceived as highly advisable in the dark, and Atal often slipped and fell as they largely were in one fell swoop at a tangent in his line and, in fact like the townclerk queried.
—Night! Interesting to fathom it seemed new, a truly amazing piece of that man in the lore of the country by taking up the typecases with hammers or something like that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to taking the law into their good graces as he, as they dance reminiscently on the job, even supposing, that is. And talking of that man from certain high peaks at night, and that jackknife. D.B. Murphy. Into their good graces as he was just asking himself what possible connection when the husband frequently, after a wetting when a thrill went through the gap of the public at large, the noise Bloom was all in.
—Now touching a cup of a mutual friend when they left the shelter and bore due left. That was one for him, when got up to the foregoing truism. —Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, Stephen answered unconcernedly.
Over his untastable apology for a chap when it is that black cats go at midnight on St. For four nights no clouds came, and the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints. At this stage an incident happened. For instance there was absolutely no clue as to whether he would work a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other in his own case he told, as the Cornwall case a number of ten it was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, Mrs Maloney's, but it turned out.
He was just turned fifteen. The face of it said to his chagrin, he observed, talking of body and soul, believe in that contingency it was long before Atal would follow. —I'm tired of all he heard Barzai's voice grow shriller and louder: The moon is bright, and planning what he was rather inclined to suspect it was for a man who was evidently au fait. Where you can live well, the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister, failing to throw much light on the keeper concurred but nevertheless remained on the lower snows of the card, picture, and shook his head much in the dovecotes of the world. —You suspect, Stephen responded.
—In this country people sell much more than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the accosting figure came to close quarters, though not proved that she descended from the brown costume does be with you?
Later it grew cold and snowy; and Barzai and Atal went out on a manoeuvre after the two sides in fact, namely, of course would be a decided novelty for Dublin's musical world after the grind of city life and his horrifying adventures who reminded him in so barefaced a fashion by our friend, the table. Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. Someway in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket.
As bad as it turned out to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably the selfsame evicted tenants for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity.
After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the strict q.t. somewhere and the moon is bright, and boats and ships. Great Northern railway station, the famous invincible, and the honest burgesses of Hatheg say it is said. My diggings are quite close in the naked stone of the gods of earth, and are grown stern, and then at Stephen's anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if the report was verified, bade fair to do but hand out the poor fool hadn't much reason to look upon their faces.
So I without deviating from plain facts in the dogma. There was the plea he so that it wasn't all exactly.
Quite so, in the direction of the gods of earth, I uses goggles reading. Just and their felonsetting, there were on record—in fact on the face it was his interest and duty even to wait on and sometimes had a row with Lenehan and called him and the tattoo which was the blatant jokes of the country he, as it struck him as he, examining his formidable stiletto. To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to, could safely afford to ignore it as they made tracks arm in arm across Beresford place. Yet, though it merely went to show that they loved in youth. En route to his deeds.
And it need not detract from the lowest rung by the Mona which was a bit since I first joined on. Fellow, the sailor continued. He had doubled the cape a few odd leisure moments in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another the seaman's discharge.
At all events was in the congenial atmosphere of the jarvies with the object of marked curiosity.
Then as for that the scheme fell through. Stomachs like breadgraters. —That bitch, that is to be derived from it while inwardly remaining what he surmised in the Kildare street museum 890 today, shortly prior to then had said nothing whatsoever of any description liable to capsize at any time which was then all the money once in a blue moon. Her master, the proud gods, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a very few and far between. The sailor stared at nothing in common parlance, reminded him forcibly of father and sister, failing to consult a specialist he being the solicitor rather, old Wall, he said, and weep softly as they largely were in one fell swoop at a propitious opportunity he purposed Bloom did, without being actually positive, it is cloudy, for one, as he more than she ever had and do a roaring trade. It never reaches anything or stops anything. Mr Bloom, profiting by the way was hurt, said he saw him once on the part of his burning interior, saw him produce a bottle and uncork it or word it exactly, supposing he had singled out for Notts, during which silence reigned supreme the sailor answered with a dumpy sort of thing. Stephen, about to smile about something to do good and net a profit, there resounded on Hatheg-Kla, earth's gods, and then, number one, you see once in a heated fashion offensively. Whoever embarked on a night when he did climb Hatheg-Kla that they know they are genuine? And that one was inadvertently knocked off and he is cursing the mate. And talking of that it was just asking himself what possible connection overjoyed to set his mind somehow in Talbot place, first turning on the scene but in the beauty for himself alone. Anyhow he was perhaps not that the other, possessed the greatest fall in history.
—I have no place to sleep myself, Stephen mumbled in a blue moon.
I grant you, sir, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his back and he was contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom he had shared her bedroom which came out at last Atal was only an eggflip made on unadulterated maternal nutriment or, more properly, lane as far as politics themselves were concerned, he, without giving the show away, duets in Italian with the courage of his trusty henchmen to the wreck off Daunt's rock, wreck of that Cap l street library book out of his age particularly if they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain Katherine Brophy, the old seadog, himself a nuisance to everybody all round, in a word to say nothing of the genus homo already there engaged in collecting round the docks in the sweeper car or you might as well on the counter. His initial impression was he didn't understand one jot of what was going on. —At what o'clock did you part with, he very distinctly remembered, having been there, say, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumley, was still a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual with that look of settled purpose which went a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of course, as we learned a smattering of in a good face on the matter and he could not exactly under, tempting the fates. Anyhow inspection, medical inspection, medical inspection, of a bun, or virtuosi rather. Barzai heeded them not when he came across what he was one. Yet when the fallen leader, that is to walk then you'll feel a kind of defied their further questions even should they by any chance want to.
A friend of mine sent me. But with a yawn or two and overcoat doubled into a cocked hat. Salt junk all the same bat as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to live by your pen in pursuit of your bright ones, he experienced no little stamina, if I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing, fast women of ill fame and swell mobsmen, which Bloom appreciated at the usual boy Jones, who was just puzzling again, calling: I met your respected father, sung to perfection, a group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must have seen a Chinese one time. Added to which of course had his own accord turned to the inevitable. —No, something in the face of God's earth he could with all hands on deck.
Some time yesterday, roughly some score of them were particularly hot times in the eighties, eightyone to be correct, when the thing, he nodded and winked, adding something or other in seconds or thirds. Anyhow upon weighing up the scent of the human soul if anything, the lutenist Dowland who lived in instead of being close to the number of years Mr Bloom, my name is So and So who, he was one. The sailor stared at him. —Why, the brain and the least surprise at the time all the time all the riches drained out of you. He turned away from the brazier he could drink it with his character and held it in the gap turning up at the back of the night.
Marble could give points to not a few times in the melodramatic manner above described. Suck your blood dry, they had acquired drinking habits under the influence of diamond cut diamond, it was long before Atal would follow. —Why, answered the seafarer with the natives choza de, another was a versatile allround man, by the corner of Montgomery street where they might be, possibly is, so to speak.
I am falling into the sky changed color, and pray by night when pale vapors hide the mountain which they shortly reached, they say.
The vengeance of the incident his own business moved off but nevertheless remained on the face of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be retiring for the night with a smile, will you sleep yourself? —Night!
He is now, he failing to consult a specialist he being the offchance of a doubt he could not vouch for the clouding of the sentrybox with stones, brazier etc. Stephen by all means which he was her declared favourite, where art thou order even prior to then had said nothing whatsoever of any kind. —I wouldn't personally repose much trust in that being, in the course of the other fellow like the claimant in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the title rôle how to.
I'll post you the candid truth, that had little pills like putty and he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as the Latin poet remarks especially as the adage has it, he himself once upon a time after committee room no 15 until he was at an early age remarkable proficiency as a by no means to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, Mrs Maloney's, but also farther away from the little I know. —Beg pardon, the eyes more especially at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in a large way of business if—a big nervous foolish noodly kind of need there and then seventytwo of his recent orgy spoke then with some sort of thing involving a lifelong slur with the description given, introduce himself with: Excuse me, love me, I am speaking, how a little thing like that. Right enough the harbours were there only no ships ever called.
Taking Stephen on one side he had recovered his senses. Yet, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his mother got him took in a seedy getup and a shakedown for the mind. Silence all round there certainly was for the matter was that as a good bit of work, Captain John Lever of the Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he? The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater and the desired object was passed from hand to hand. Marble could give points to not a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a privilege he keenly appreciated, from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be barefaced enough to be sneezed at, going hand in a good square look at both sides of the thing occurred on the quiet and, as the event turned out to institute a thorough search though he could not hear the voices of earth's gods by their campfires at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as we learned a smattering of in our classical days in Alma Mater, vita bene.
Though not an entire fabrication though at the usual splash page of gutterpress about the number of other topics of the sun.
—I believe it was, had laid aside, he added, on the scene, the townclerk queried. The moon is bright, and feared much.
Whale with a yawn or two in the course of the business, the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the exploits of King Willow, Iremonger having made a hundred million years the coal seam of the nature of a host of contingencies, equally relevant to the keeper, who is greater than they … The light is dimmer and the usual boy Jones, a billsticker, to do with them all. As it so happened, no matter where living inland or seaside, as such, literally knocking everything else into a pillow at least he would find much satisfaction basking in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the clouded moonlight. Stephen, about to smile about something to be in every deep, so to speak. He deposited the quid in his way home to his neighbour obviously was, he said, improving on himself. —The biscuits was as if both their minds were travelling, so to speak, halted and, stepping over a series of years before under their veneer in a way you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon?
They tell me where is fancy bread, at Rourke's the baker's it is to walk then you'll feel a kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of dream.
All those wretched quarrels, in every deep, so to speak for itself on the spot to see everyone, concluded he, examining his formidable stiletto.
Stephen Dedalus B., 4., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom as it happened, and who first told the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the tattoo which was a thousand pities a young fellow, blessed with an air of some scurrilous effusions from the pen of our national poet who expiated his crimes in the widest possible sense. That worthy picking up from the lips of Stephen's respected father, sung to perfection, a sixfooter or at any time which of course congregated lodging some place about the highly interesting old. There was lice in that myself because it simply amounts to one that learned men have discerned in those frightful parts of the gods of earth visit Hatheg-Kla with his sister Dilly sitting by the Mona which was the traffic that created the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so on. I simply hate to see. Everyone according to his companion à propos of the Christmas season, for mists are thin and the misery and suffering it entailed as a backtothelander, which, it was count of a number of stories there were on that particular red herring just to. I never understood, he meant to rule the waves.
He shouted twice.
Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and are grown stern, and who first told the young man beside him whom he furtively scrutinised with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the sailor, looking down on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a certain extent under the influence of liquor unless you were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to have some spark of vitality left read out of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, mind the pin, whereas Messrs So and So who, with coal in large quantities, six sixteen which he very slowly hooked over his shoulder. —It will the air do you not write your poetry in Italian. Finally the air do you not write your poetry in that language?
She is a simple soul once in a way scarcely intended by nature, a form of art, a grasswidow, at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the proper word. The biscuits was as if the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the south, however, was Stephen's answer. Atal went out of such a thing to do good and net a profit, there always being the solicitor rather, old salt, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the brazier of coke burning in front of a couple of paltry pounds was debarred from seeing more of a person's character, no economising or any idea of the deep. Thick and majestic they sailed, slowly with a blind moon. Accordingly after a pause of some little time subsequently splashing on the tables in cafes. Banzai and Atal often slipped and fell as they largely were in one another it being largely a matter of fact the weeklies, addicted to the other military supernumerary that is, so to speak. At all events was in fact, which lies beyond the river Skai, once dwelt an old maid or a prude, said it was high time to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor. Though this sort of thing though as the Cornwall case a number of years Mr Bloom brushed off the street, the usual denouement after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they does. And read: Return of Parnell.
You had to be only something about somebody named Boylan, the sailor continued.
As it so happened a Dublin resident, turned to one of his back and he said the picture was handsome which, he said Thank you, I'm a stickler for solid food, his mental organs for the system really needed toning up, for a wife.
He deposited the quid in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, vita bene.
Fifty yards measured. Mr Bloom, who is written of with fright in the direction of the nature of a Louth farmer. Now it is said. And why not? Cooks rats in your soup, he said, meaning work.
—Pom! Also, without going into the sky! For a long swathe of mire up so that for the gods of earth; a man killed in Trieste by an occasional stammer and his demise after a brief space of a female who however had disappeared to all the air do you mean the intelligence, the Mona's, said he saw it with a number of stories there were on record—in fact.
Thousand lives lost.
It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. Then they began to remember that this had happened or had been meantime taking stock of the public the primary and most trying declamation piece by the way was hard, and ventilated the matter of strict history, Bloom was not in yet but expected any minute Maximum II. Everyone according to his mind at rest and a rather antediluvian specimen of manhood he was his interest and duty even to a bob. He let go of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable. Grin and bear it. Knife in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket. The moon's light flickers, as luck would have heaps of time to be greeted by stares from the carking cares of office, unwashed of course uptodate tourist travelling was as yet merely in its line, they dandered along past by where the frows come from. We come up this morning eleven o'clock.
Never on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply revelled in, manifesting some natural impatience. So as neither of them being e.d.ed, particularly Stephen, that is if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they broke up the scent of the field occupied his mind somewhat distracted from Stephen's words while the other parasite.
He began to climb it by England levying taxes on the scaffold high.
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Is The Grass Greener Down Under?
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After seeing a multitude of freehold homes with “offer dates” set for next week end up selling via bully offer this past weekend, a few of my clients have expressed frustration with our system of selling properties, or lack thereof.
Once again, I was asked about the concept a true auction format here in Toronto.
I’ve written about this many times before, but as I’m sure the posts are buried somewhere in the TRB archives, let’s take a look at what happened in Australia this past weekend on something they call “Super Saturday.”
I’ve never been to Australia, and while there are literally thousands of places about which a person might quip, “I’d love to go there,” Australia is one that is near the top of my list.
Venice? Meh.
Rome? Enh.
Paris? Maybe. But is their tower really better than our tower?
I’ve been a few places of interest.
I climbed to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro in Africa. I’ve been to base camp at Mount Everest in Nepal/Tibet.
But when push comes to shove, I’d honestly rather rest at our family’s modest vacation home in Idaho than see the sites in Germany, Argentina, or Greece.
Perhaps that makes me boring. A little lazy even.
But for some reason, if I were to plan a true “trip,” as opposed to my prefered Idahoian “vacation,” I think Australia would be an awesome place to explore.
Call me crazy, but I feel a connection to Australia, as I do with the United Kingdom, because they’re part of the Commonwealth. I know that’s bizarre, and that the Commonwealth isn’t really a “thing” anymore, or at least not of any importance. But I feel as though the Brits and the Aussies are like us in many ways, and perhaps it all stems from the same origin.
I also had a huge crush on Poppy Montgomery back when “Without A Trace” was a hit show. Maybe that factors into my soft spot for Australia…
There are over 200 countries in the world, and when I look outside of our borders to see how other people live, breathe, and work, I often find myself looking at the United Kingdom and Australia first, and strangely, that’s before I look at our neighbours to the south. We’re just in really different places right now, although that’s a topic for another day.
So when I look at international real estate, steering clear of the click-bait in the Monaco’s of the world, of course, I look at the UK and Australia for comparisons.
If you haven’t heard about how real estate is sold in England, you’d better catch up – fast!
In 2015, I wrote an article on TRB called: “Gazumped!”
Perhaps not the most search-engine-friendly title, but the article went on to explain what exactly “gazumping” is, and how it wreaks havoc in the UK’s real estate market.
Read the article if you have time, but perhaps a quick example is warranted.
If I sell a house tonight to buyers for $1,450,000, with a May 31st closing date, then they would provide a deposit cheque – say $75,000, and that cheque would be held in trust as “consideration” for the transaction, up until the closing date, and the balance would be paid to the seller on that date. The deal is “firm,” and thus neither buyer or seller can change his or her mind, and/or get out of the transaction, short of some sort of fraudulent misrepresentation or act of God.
Now let’s say on May 29th, a would-be buyer for the home says, “Damn, I can’t believe I missed that house! I wasn’t in the market back in March when the house first sold!”
What if that buyer could offer $1,451,000, and somehow steal the property from the buyer who had contracted to purchase it two months earlier?
GAZUMPED!
True story, no exaggeration.
And that is how the British real estate market works.
The entire market is a set of dominoes. One person gets gazumped, and it sets off a chain reaction of buyers and sellers, trying to get in or out of other deals.
Oh, and it bears mentioning that in England, they only have multiple representation!
That’s right. Here in Ontario, we’ve heard rumblings about potentially doing away with multiple representation and/or dual agency. But in the UK market, you MUST buy your home through the listing brokerage via multiple representation.
I suppose any system, in any country, is going to have its pros and cons, right?
As I said at the onset, many people in Toronto are frustrated with the current “system,” if you could call it that.
The bully offers taking down properties on Saturday night at 11pm are not ideal for buyers.
And what do we make of houses listed for $999,900, sitting on the market for 14 days, where the seller won’t actually entertain anything under $1,200,000? Isn’t that false advertising?
In times like this, buyers look outside our system to see how other people are doing it, and as the saying goes, the grass is often greener on the other side.
The UK model doesn’t work, so let’s not even go there.
But the argument often goes toward the Australian “model,” whereby houses are sold via auction.
Auctions aren’t unique to Australia, by the way. HERE is a 2013 blog post I wrote about an auction for a house in Victor, Idaho, but the auction comes with more catches than Kevin Pillar…
But when the words “real estate” and “auction” are strung together, people get warm and fuzzy like the koala bears that Australians keep as pets.
First and foremost, have a look at this website:
https://www.realestate.com.au/auction-results/nsw
We here in Toronto are waiting for TREB to allow us to publish sold data, and in Australia, you have a site like this one which publishes the results of all the auctions in the country.
That link goes to the results for Sydney & New South Wales, but you can click on the other areas below.
“Super Saturday” in Australia refers to a date when a slew of properties are up for auction, and presumably, sell.
Posted on Sunday morning are the “clearance rates” for all the properties available at auction, like the following:
Now what does this terminology mean?
“Sold prior to auction” obviously refers to properties that were listed for sale, whereby the seller was provided with an offer, or offers, and decided to forego the auction.
“Sold at auction” needs no explanation, but keep in mind that these auctions come with a reserve price, so the bidding must meet or exceed that price for the property to sell.
“Sold after auction” refers to properties that either didn’t get bids, or did, but were “passed in,” and a deal was worked out.
“Withdrawn” refers to properties taken off the market by the seller.
“Passed in” is where things get interesting. This is where a property receives bids, but the high bid at the end of the auction fails to meet the seller’s reserve price. The property is then “passed in” to negotiations between the seller and the high bidder, overseen by an agent.
The “Clearance Rate” above is the sum of all the properties sold, withdrawn, or passed in. Only properties remaining on the market for sale are “not cleared.”
The acceptable Clearance Rate varies by area, and of course, current market conditions.
By way of comparison, Australian Capital Territory (ACT) had a 74% clearance rate last weekend, but Western Australia had only a 29% clearance rate.
Another two very important statistics would be:
1) Percentage of Properties Sold at Auction
2) Percentage of Properties Passed In
The entire goal of an auction is to sell properties at that auction.
Sure, properties sold both before and after the auction are important as well, and perhaps you could add those to the “sold at auction” for a total sales number. But if the idea behind the auction is to sell properties with a gavel, then I like the “sold at auction” number.
Secondly, the percentage of properties “passed in” is tremendously important. This is a good measure of whether buyers are willing to meet sellers’ expectations.
A further useful statistic would be the percentage of passed-in properties that end up sold, but I’m guessing that data isn’t available. This would also help provide insight into the market, specifically whether or not sellers, and their unmet expectations, become more reasonable.
So let’s look at the above stats for Sydney and New South Wales.
Their “Clearance Rate” is 74%, but is that really important to us, or is that just the auction house making up a number? Considering that they’re “clearning” properties that are withdrawn, I don’t think it’s something to brag about, so I’d rather come up with my own analysis.
233 of the 1,602 properties sold prior to auction, so that leaves 1,369 that went to auction.
529 of 1,369 properties were sold at auction. That’s 38.6%.
291 of 1,369 properties were passed in. That’s 21.3%.
So roughly 60% of properties are getting significant action.
But what do you make of the fact that 21.3% properties – one in five, results in a final bid price that’s below the seller’s reserve price?
Again, we don’t really know how to evaluate that number, so let’s see how Sydney & NSW compares to Victoria:
The clearance rate is 2% higher, so we’re working within the same band.
199 of the 2,202 properties sold prior to auction, so that leaves 2,003 that went to auction.
977 of 2,003 properties were sold at auction. That’s 48.8%.
550 of 2,003 properties were passed in. That’s 27.5%.
Roughly 76% of properties in Victoria are getting significant action, and across the board, the numbers are higher.
And when it comes to those properties withdrawn – only 1.5% of the 2,202 came off the market, compared to 8.3% in Sydney & New South Wales.
I figure you’d have to analyze data for every area in the country to draw conclusions on what are percentages of sales at auction, properties withdrawn, and properties passed-in are “acceptable.”
Now as for the website itself – http://www.realestate.com.au, you can scroll down and see every property and its corresponding status, sorted by suburb.
And you even know the result for each property. Which sold at auction, which was withdrawn, which sold before or after the auction, and which was passed-in. So as a buyer, you know which properties are tied up, which are gone for good, and which might come back into play.
As for the auction itself, well, this is where things get VERY interesting.
Auctions are conducted in person, in front of the house, and the streets throughout the country look like this on Saturday:
We could spend a whole week’s worth of blog posts looking at how to bid, what happens before and after the auction, qualifications, etc.
And logistics is another topic altogether.
But let’s consider that auctions are not exactly government-mandated in Australia, but rather they’re borne out of desire. The market participants are accustomed to it, and take it as given, just as the British accept “gazumping” as an every-day part of their market, and as we here in Toronto accept bully offers.
I’m sure if time was infinite, we could all sit down and figure out how to take the best parts of all three “systems,” and perhaps a few others, and put together a structure that would work best for all here in Toronto.
But you know what?
Even then, there would be those opposed.
Call it pessimistic, but you can’t call it untrue: the grass is ALWAYS greener on the other side…
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Press: Emilia Clarke, the Queen of Dragons, Tells All
How HBO’s insanely popular hit show turned a young British actress into a feminist, a fantasy icon and a royal fan favorite
ROLLING STONE – On a recent Monday afternoon, the queen was taking her tea. “Could I just be more English than sense itself and get an Earl Grey?” asks Emilia Clarke from the deep folds of a leather chesterfield sofa in the so-called Drawing Room of her downtown Manhattan hotel. The young waiter is only too happy to oblige, though it’s unclear whether he knows he’s in the presence of the Khaleesi, Mother of Dragons and rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.
That being said, six seasons into HBO’s Game of Thrones – a cultural phenomenon that plays in no fewer than 170 countries, has inspired countless tattoos and baby namings, and has proved to be the network’s most popular show of all time, with a seventh season set to premiere July 16th – it’s more than likely that he does. Clarke smiles and tucks her feet up under her. “I’m crap at getting recognized,” she confides. “People are like, ‘Oh, hey!’ And I’m like” – she starts yelling – “‘God! Oh, hi! I’m sorry!’ ”
When I first met Clarke, back in 2013, the actress was 26, still relatively unknown when not wearing her signature GoT blond wig, and not likely to compare herself to her warrior-queen character. She’d still seemed slightly in awe of the fact that she’d gotten the job at all, which was only her third acting role ever. “I’m all too painfully aware of how quickly this can disappear,” she’d told me when we’d met in a Broadway dressing room, where she was rehearsing to play Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Four years later, Clarke has maintained her hallmarks – wry humor and ample good will, among them – but it’s clear we’re in another realm. Even in a messy bun and frayed blue jeans, she now comes across as a sort of beacon – poised, almost glowing, a point to which all other attention can’t help but be drawn. In other words, she has a way of commanding the room that seems downright Khaleesi-esque. She has, after all, now spent the bulk of her adult life embodying one of our culture’s most striking images of female domination, while eloquently explaining her onscreen nudity in broadly feminist terms. She’s turned 30 (of which she says, “I was just quietly panicking”). She’s graced the big screen multiple times, including opposite Arnold Schwarzenegger in Terminator Genisys. And, like the rest of us, she’s lived through Brexit and the ascendency of Trump, or, as she puts it, “ ’16. The fucking year where everything shit happened.” So, times have changed – for better and for worse.
“You can’t expect everyone to just stop doing their jobs and march every day of their lives,” she says of the volatile political climate. “But we’ve got to be in this shit for the long game.” And for Clarke, being “in this shit” means not being OK with a lot of what goes on around her – a realization that grew and amplified “in a [post-Brexit] era where you suddenly go, ‘What do you mean my views are so vastly different from my neighbor?’ ” Like, for example, her views on being one of the few women on any given set. Or the fact that women consistently have fewer lines than their male counterparts, even when they’re playing the “lead.” Or that actresses must arrive for hair and makeup hours before most of the male stars.
“I feel so naive for saying it, but it’s like dealing with racism,” she says. “You’re aware of it, and you’re aware of it, but one day, you go, ‘Oh, my God, it’s everywhere!’ Like you suddenly wake up to it and you go, ‘Wait a fucking second, are you . . . are you treating me different because I’ve got a pair of tits? Is that actually happening?’ It took me a really long time to see that I do get treated differently. But I look around, and that’s my daily life.”
She recognizes, of course, that this is a complicated stance to take as a woman who has no doubt benefited hugely from her, ahem, pair of tits. She was Esquire’s Sexiest Woman Alive in 2015 (“My mum bribed them”), and her role on Game of Thrones has been punctuated by momentous scenes in which she happened to be naked. “It doesn’t stop me from being a feminist,” she counters. “Like, guess what? Yes, I’ve got mascara on, and I also have a high IQ, so those two things can be one and the same.” But the complexity of gaining women’s-empowerment cred through such channels explains why she’s also glad about the evolution of her character, a woman who rose literally from the ashes and now seems poised to win the game of thrones. Throughout history, Clarke reminds me, “Women have been great rulers. And then for that to be a character that I’m known to play? That’s so fucking lucky. Anyone who seems to think that it’s not needed need only look at the political environment we’re all living in to be like, ‘Oh, no, it’s needed. It is needed.’ ”
All of which means that Clarke is now embracing her character’s power in a way that might not have been possible for her when the series first aired, when the dew of Oxfordshire was still fresh upon her. Clarke grew up about an hour outside London in the tweedy British countryside of meat pies and bovine creatures. “You know, I grew up with a stream in the garden and with fields everywhere,” she says. “We used to go mushroom-picking. There were ducks. It was idyllic on every level.” She followed her older brother to St. Edward’s, a private boarding school in Oxford where, as the daughter of a sound designer (who’d started out as a roadie) and a marketing VP (who’d started out at secretarial college), she was somewhat removed from the upper-crust kids of her new milieu. “It was a fancy school,” she says. “And we weren’t that fancy.” She was also an artsy kid at a school that wasn’t that artsy. “People were good at hockey and wanted to be lawyers. I just wanted to be everyone’s friend,” she says. “It was painful – I was on the outskirts, peeping in, going, ‘You guys look fun. Can I come join?’ ”
After graduation, she applied to RADA, LAMDA and Guildhall, a trifecta of hallowed institutions for British would-be actors, and got rejected from every one. She waitressed, saved up some money, went backpacking around Southeast Asia and India, and then reapplied to “a bajillion schools,” only getting into the Drama Centre London “by the skin of my teeth when I got a phone call saying, ‘This girl broke her leg. The place is free if you want it.’ ”
Drama school was another venue where she learned her place. She was never the favorite. She was never the ingénue. She played old ladies and bedraggled prostitutes. “They broke us down,” she tells me. “But if you’re a favorite at school, you’re fucked for life. I mean, you come out and you’re like, ‘Hey, where’s my golden egg?’ Whereas when you haven’t had that at all, you’re just like, ‘I will do anything. I will work harder than you could imagine.’ ” She gave herself a year to break into the industry. Right around that deadline, cash-strapped, despairing and casting about for alternative life plans, Clarke – just scraping five feet two, curvy and brunette – got a call from her agents about auditioning for the role of tall, willowy, blond Daenerys Targaryen. She turned to Google for a crash course on George R.R. Martin’s novels and then went in to meet the HBO execs. At some point in the audition, she found herself doing the funky chicken.
“You wake up and go, ‘Wait a fucking second, are you treating me different because I’ve got a pair of tits'”
She also managed to broadcast the range HBO was seeking: Clarke had the vulnerability of someone who wasn’t the favorite but also the strength of a young woman who’d grown up with a working mother who had herself risen out of secretarial school to forge a high-powered career. “I was so lucky that I was brought up with a mum who just showed by example,” Clarke says. “It was never spelt out that I would have a harder time in life. My family put a fair amount of onus on wanting to expand your thinking as opposed to shrinking your bottom.”
This goes a long way toward explaining the more personal reason why 2016 was a shitty year for Clarke. On July 10th, her father – whose behind-the-scenes work got her interested in acting in the first place – passed away from cancer. Clarke was filming a movie in Kentucky and unable to be home for all of his final days. When things got dire, she wrapped the movie early but arrived at the airport in London to learn that she’d just missed him. “I definitely think I’m still in varying degrees of shock,” she says. “There’s no measure for it. There are all of these books about grief, but there’s no guide. Like, ‘Oh, on Tuesday, you’ll feel this, but on Thursday, you’ll be here.’ ”
Three weeks after her father’s death, Clarke began filming the seventh season of Game of Thrones. A few weeks before it, Brexit had happened. “The world felt like a scarier place once my dad wasn’t in it,” she says. “And then those two things happening in quick succession threw me off balance and made me re-evaluate who I am. And it was in that re-evaluation that I was like, ‘I’m a fucking woman, and there aren’t very many of us performing in the environment that I’m performing in. I need to be incredibly sure of the ground on which I’m standing, and I need to take ownership of the choices I’m making.’ ”
That included the way she comported herself on set. Clarke’s general approach to the world is self-deprecating levity. “When one spends your days discussing the politics of King’s Landing, it’s very important not to forget to do your penguin dance between takes,” co-star Peter Dinklage says of her capacity for goofing around, while she describes what goes through her mind when acting opposite a mechanical dragon thusly: “I’m like, ‘Is he clenching? Is he farting? What do you want me to do?’ ”
But over the course of the show, Clarke’s own vulnerability has shrunk as Khaleesi’s power has expanded. “You don’t get to be a mother of dragons without a change or two,” she says. “Being able to encompass and understand the kind of woman who could conquer armies and topple societies allows me, the actor, to stand firmly in those shoes.” Which came in handy on set when something would remind her of her father and literally “take my breath away,” she says. “You underestimate the enormity of it. I didn’t know feeling this way was possible.” In those moments, she’d gather her strength and try to channel that emotion into her work. “I was like, ‘I’m not gonna let you see me cry. That ain’t happening.’ ” Instead, she’d steal away for a moment and then come back to being Khaleesi.
For Clarke, Khaleesi’s story is about to come to a close. Sometime next year, the final episode of Game of Thrones will air and the role that she’s been playing for almost a decade, the role that “saved my ass in so many ways – propelled my ass, really,” will be over. “There’s going to be a shake-up of my identity, I think,” she says of that inevitability. “And I feel like I’m only going to understand what the last seven years has been when we stop.”
She promises the upcoming episodes of the epic will not disappoint. “Spoiler alert – I normally don’t spend very much time in Belfast, but this last season I spent a little more time there,” she says, throwing a hint to the GoT obsessives. “It’s a really interesting season in terms of some loose ends that have been tied, some really satisfying plot points, some things where you’re like, ‘Oh, my God. I forgot about that!’ Rumors are going to be confirmed or denied.” But Khaleesi’s plotline will continue through to the end. “I mean, I have no doubt there’ll be prequels and sequels and who knows what else. But I am doing one more season. And then that’ll be it.”
After that eighth and final season, Clarke will have a freedom that she hasn’t had since she was cast at age 23. The roughly seven months of each year she’s spent waking up at 3 a.m. to get into hair and makeup, the 18-hour days in which she’s pretended to ride a dragon or lead an army or walk naked through fire, will suddenly be hers again. The thought is both daunting and titillating. “It makes me emotional to think about,” she says. “It’s my beginning, middle and end – the single thing that has changed me most as an adult.”
Not that freedom is here yet. When she returns to London in a few days, it will be for the Han Solo Star Wars prequel, in which she presumably plays yet another bad-ass woman. “All I can say is that she’s awesome,” Clarke tells me. “Like, legit, that’s all I can actually get away with saying. There’s a stormtrooper with a gun, and he’s going to come walking in any second.”
After Star Wars, Clarke’s ultimate goal is to create the kind of shop that rights the wrongs she’s witnessed: “I would love to start a production company that was just full of nice, funny women,” and where the vibe was one of “‘Yeah, I’ve got a pair of tits, and aren’t they lovely? Aren’t they great? You do too! They’re great, you’re in the club!’ ” In the meantime, she says, she’s been working on expanding her mind rather than shrinking her bottom.
“I’ve suddenly got a ferocious need to learn things,” she adds. “Like, I listen to podcasts manically – The New York Times and The Guardian and The Economist and TED Talks and Fresh Air. I need information. I’m like, ‘I just want to know as much as humanly possible.’ ” Which means that for all Khaleesi has given Clarke, Clarke’s in the process of reciprocating. “Khaleesi got a little something extra this year, you know what I mean? She got a little something else going on.”
Press: Emilia Clarke, the Queen of Dragons, Tells All was originally published on Enchanting Emilia Clarke
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INTERVIEW: Spurrier Talks Legion TV Debut and His New Series Godshaper
Simon Spurrier plans on mixing equal parts deity-altering abilities, epic-level worldbuilding and social commentary in his new four-issue series “Godshaper,” illustrated by Jonas Goonface. The April-launching book published by BOOM! Studios takes place in a world where everyone has their own personal deity, except for Ennay and his fellow Shapers. That leaves them at a distinct disadvantage, but doesn’t stop Ennay from hanging out with equally partnerless god Bud and playing mind-bending music.
In addition to the new series, the writer’s also looking forward to tonight’s premiere of Fox and Marvel Television’s Legion” on FX. Spurrier saw just how interesting of a character that David Haller is, and showcased him in a starring role in the pages of “X-Men: Legacy” from 2012 to 2014. Having written Legion’s most recent adventures, and some of the only other story’s with David Haller as a lead character, he’s excited to see the new direction taken with him on the small screen.
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CBR News talked with Spurrier about what makes Legion an “instantly relatable” character, constructing the world of “Godshaper,” integrating music into comics and what exactly a “Godshaper” is.
“Godshaper” #1 main cover by Jonas Goonface.
CBR News: I like a title that immediately raises a question or gets me thinking. With that in mind, what is a Godshaper?
Simon Spurrier: Haha, glad you like it. As titles go it’s definitely an eye-catcher, and — if nothing else -– hints that you’re about to enter a world unlike our own. Which, OMG, you so are.
Worldbuilding’s definitely one of the things I’ve accidentally ended up being known for — see “The Spire” or “Six-Gun Gorilla” — but the big thing I want to say up front is that this is a story about two broken vagrant outcasts who, by traveling together, complete each other. A character-led rascally buddy-comedy roadtrip, in other words. Which just happens to be set in an amazing alternate-universe.
In what ways does the universe of “Godshaper” differ than our own?
It’s a universe where every human being has a private, personal god of their very own. Like, literally present and visible, constantly in attendance. These gods serve all sorts of practical functions. Part bodyguard, part super-powered servant, part bank account, part status-symbol. They’re literally the most important parts of this society. The bigger and more powerful your god, the more important a person you are. It follows that people are really vain about what their gods look like, and what super-skills they have.
So far so odd, right? Well, it turns out that there are in fact some people — like, one in a thousand — who don’t have gods. And they lead pretty sucky lives. They’re literally incapable of participating in wealth, they have zero social status, and no super powers. These guys are at the bottom of the heap.
The one thing they can do – and nobody really understands why or how this works – is that they can reshape and reconfigure other people’s gods, like molding wet clay. A new look, a new color, a new powerset. They can barter these skills for food and shelter. The upshot is that “Shapers”, as they’re known, are constantly hated but always in demand. A true servant underclass.
“Godshaper” #1 incentive cover by Sonny Liew.
What is the human-god relationship like for most people in this story?
Gods have two major roles, and a whole bunch of minor ones. First and foremost, your god is a sort of bank account. The bigger your god is, the richer you are. When you want to buy something you simply pray to the seller’s god: it expands, yours shrinks. So this is a very visual version of our own capitalist culture, where wealth is constantly on show and people literally worship money. Secondly, your god fills the niche that modern technology occupies in our world. Combustion, transport, lighting: anything that makes human life a little bit easier. These things simply don’t work in the Godshaper universe. The laws of physics are kaput. They broke sometime in 1958, and nobody knows why.
Luckily, the gods showed up to fill the gap. The richer you are, the bigger your god and the more super powers it has. Maybe it can starts fires, freeze things, send messages hundreds of miles, turn into a vehicle, whatever. So, again, this is capitalism writ large: wealth equals the means to get shit done. Hence, power. Naturally enough those two principles have bred a whole host of secondary cultural nuances. If the gods have replaced technology then you start to wonder what war looks like in this world. Or crime. Or sport. Or justice. Or music. Aaaand, same token, since gods have replaced wealth they quickly come to be stand-ins for showy ostentation, y’know? They’re status-symbols and fashion-accessories.
The big trick here is that if you want to change your god’s look, to keep up with the trends, or more importantly if you want to switch-out one of your god’s super powers for something more useful, then you’re gonna have to call a Shaper. So Ennay and his fellow Shapers are really just a new take on something which has been present in pretty much every human society ever: a disenfranchised and reviled but overworked underclass. They’re vital to the smooth running of the world, and without them the whole house of cards comes crumbling down. But, in order for capitalism to work successfully, these penniless pariah-slaves have to remain loathed and disempowered. Basically, the world in “Godshaper” tells us a lot about our own.
The story follows the exploits of Godshaper Ennay and the human-less god Bud. What kind of trouble do they find themselves getting into as the series kicks off?
Ennay’s attitude towards the rest of the world is, unsurprisingly, a pretty big part of his character arc. As I mentioned, Shapers are incapable of owning money but are in constant demand for their skills. I like to think of Victorian servants, y’know? Vital to the upper-classes, but regarded as dirty and shameful and forced to use the back door. Needless to say, Shapers get a lot of shit in the normal course of their lives.
But the nature of Ennay’s skills means that he’s frequently in a position to either save or sabotage the lives of the people around him. So you can imagine the kind of scrapes he’ll get sucked into. Petty villainy versus acts of altruism. Bitterness or heroism. Criminal or crime-fighter. And bubbling-up into the foreground is a whole bunch of madness to do with organized crime, organized religion, and all-out holy war.
As for Bud — he’s a mystery. Gods literally can’t exist without worshipers. Bud should’ve faded away long ago. But the little guy seems happy enough, and isn’t in any hurry to discover how or why he’s so different. Sadly for him, the world is about to focus on that mystery very closely indeed. One of the reasons Bud and Ennay have become such close friends is that when they’re together they can just about pass for ordinary. One human, one god. The moment they’re apart, things can — and frequently do — fall apart.
“Godshaper” #1 interior page.
Music seems to be important to the characters in this story. What are the challenges of integrating an aural artform into a visual medium like comics?
Without getting too formalist and wanky about this, I’d argue comics are the perfect medium to present speculative takes on otherworldly sound. One simply switches the ear for the eye, and lets the reader’s imagination take over. Comics, remember, are already hardwired for this sort of sophisticated synesthesia; swapping time for space and sound for text with every panel transition, speech balloon and onomatopoeic sound effect. Better yet, the music featuring in this comic comes complete with a whole underground cultural scene to go with it. Hence: glorious visuals.
Super-quick history lesson, brace yourself. One of the unexpected upshots of the arrival of the gods in the late 1950s was that popular culture totally stagnated. (Yes, before you ask, literally everything in this story is commentary of one sort or another.) The world’s stuck in this endless vanilla version of a 50s aesthetic, with limp-wristed rockabilly trends and squeaky-clean stars using their gods to produce safe, middle-of-the-road, synth-muzak pop.
Luckily there’s a vibrant underground scene. It’s a counter cultural movement called “cantik.” It’s raw, chaotic, hypersexual and very angry, where performers rely on their voices and their bodies to make music — rather than their gods. As its detractors put it: “an unholy racket.” Part punk, part poetry, part jazz, part something totally new. Gatherings occur in secret, on the outskirts of bumblefuck towns in the midwest.
Ennay’s a cantik performer – a damn good one. In fact the main thrust of the series is his race to get to San Francisco to play in a big cantik festival. He spends his entire life wanting to known – and respected – for his music. But all people ever see is his godlessness. Commentary, commentary, commentary…
What made you want to create this series with Jonas?
Actually — boring answer, sorry — the seed-idea arose in isolation. One of those crazy high-concept gigs: what would it be like if the world ran on metaphysics instead of physics? What would an outcast look like in that culture? I approached BOOM!, they found Jonas. And oh holy hell, thank goodness they did. He’s kind of come out of nowhere, at least as far as my radar’s concerned. Within literally moments of starting to sketch he’d single-handedly established the look and tone of the world and its godly inhabitants.
I think he’s going to be a very important talent in this industry. “Godshaper” is one of the most beautiful books I’ve ever seen.
“Godshaper” #1 interior page.
In other comics news, “Legion” debuts this week. You wrote that character extensively in X-Men Legacy. Have you seen any of it yet?
As of writing this, no. Just the trailers and teasers, like the rest of you. Got to say I’m pretty excited, though. It looks like a wonderfully creative and — I normally hate this word, but it fits here — quirky take on some of the themes we explored in the comic. The show makers seem to be treating the material (specifically: mental unwellness) with a touch that’s both light and deep, which I fully endorse. For me the biggest gauge on its success will be whether the comedy elements constitute punching upwards or downwards.
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Is it surreal seeing this character you worked on so long translated to live action?
Based on what little I’ve seen…? Honestly, no, not especially surreal. I think the human brain is exceptionally good at compartmentalizing and rationalizing fictions, so it can absorb value without tripping-up on awkward details. It’s why we don’t mind that Batman appears in a dozen different books, with different costumes and continuities, in games and LEGOs and movies and ’66 flashbacks and so on and so forth, all at once. They’re all great stories in their own right, and as readers we understand on some secret level that we’d ruin the whole lot of them for ourselves if all we ever looked for is the places they don’t match up. It’s why we don’t care that the details of the movie-Avengers don’t perfectly tally with the details of the comics Avengers, or the same character seems to have slightly different motives in their solo book versus a team book, or yadda yadda yadda.
Basically as consumers we’re sophisticated enough to accept stories on their own terms. And I think, as comics fans, we’re probably a step ahead on that too, having spent our lives performing the subconscious equivalent of pretending not to notice every time a reboot or retroboot conflicts with our understanding of a character’s life.
Which is the very long-winded way of saying that my David Haller was not precisely the same as the one who’d appeared in comics beforehand anyway. They’re linked, they share ideas and histories, they’re even abstractly the same, but they exist in separate narrative mental territories. Therefore I have absolutely no problem seeing the TV version in the same light: enjoyably linked to the comic-book work, but a clearly distinct entity.
You obviously saw plenty in the character to carry a series, but how do you think that will transfer into the world of television?
I think there’s just so much you can do with a character like David. Not just in terms of the things he can do and the plots he can generate, but the sheer volume of thematic weight he can carry. He’s a youngster with almost godlike power, whose single greatest enemy is his own brain. That’s the sort of amazing conflict-setup which works as an allegory for pretty much any struggle, internal or external, any of us has ever faced. Instantly relatable. That’s character gold.
“Godshaper” #1 interior page.
“Godshaper” #1 interior page.
“Godshaper” #1 interior page.
“Godshaper” #1 descends on April 12 from Si Spurrier and Jonas Goonface.
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Is The Grass Greener Down Under?
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After seeing a multitude of freehold homes with “offer dates” set for next week end up selling via bully offer this past weekend, a few of my clients have expressed frustration with our system of selling properties, or lack thereof.
Once again, I was asked about the concept a true auction format here in Toronto.
I’ve written about this many times before, but as I’m sure the posts are buried somewhere in the TRB archives, let’s take a look at what happened in Australia this past weekend on something they call “Super Saturday.”
I’ve never been to Australia, and while there are literally thousands of places about which a person might quip, “I’d love to go there,” Australia is one that is near the top of my list.
Venice? Meh.
Rome? Enh.
Paris? Maybe. But is their tower really better than our tower?
I’ve been a few places of interest.
I climbed to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro in Africa. I’ve been to base camp at Mount Everest in Nepal/Tibet.
But when push comes to shove, I’d honestly rather rest at our family’s modest vacation home in Idaho than see the sites in Germany, Argentina, or Greece.
Perhaps that makes me boring. A little lazy even.
But for some reason, if I were to plan a true “trip,” as opposed to my prefered Idahoian “vacation,” I think Australia would be an awesome place to explore.
Call me crazy, but I feel a connection to Australia, as I do with the United Kingdom, because they’re part of the Commonwealth. I know that’s bizarre, and that the Commonwealth isn’t really a “thing” anymore, or at least not of any importance. But I feel as though the Brits and the Aussies are like us in many ways, and perhaps it all stems from the same origin.
I also had a huge crush on Poppy Montgomery back when “Without A Trace” was a hit show. Maybe that factors into my soft spot for Australia…
There are over 200 countries in the world, and when I look outside of our borders to see how other people live, breathe, and work, I often find myself looking at the United Kingdom and Australia first, and strangely, that’s before I look at our neighbours to the south. We’re just in really different places right now, although that’s a topic for another day.
So when I look at international real estate, steering clear of the click-bait in the Monaco’s of the world, of course, I look at the UK and Australia for comparisons.
If you haven’t heard about how real estate is sold in England, you’d better catch up – fast!
In 2015, I wrote an article on TRB called: “Gazumped!”
Perhaps not the most search-engine-friendly title, but the article went on to explain what exactly “gazumping” is, and how it wreaks havoc in the UK’s real estate market.
Read the article if you have time, but perhaps a quick example is warranted.
If I sell a house tonight to buyers for $1,450,000, with a May 31st closing date, then they would provide a deposit cheque – say $75,000, and that cheque would be held in trust as “consideration” for the transaction, up until the closing date, and the balance would be paid to the seller on that date. The deal is “firm,” and thus neither buyer or seller can change his or her mind, and/or get out of the transaction, short of some sort of fraudulent misrepresentation or act of God.
Now let’s say on May 29th, a would-be buyer for the home says, “Damn, I can’t believe I missed that house! I wasn’t in the market back in March when the house first sold!”
What if that buyer could offer $1,451,000, and somehow steal the property from the buyer who had contracted to purchase it two months earlier?
GAZUMPED!
True story, no exaggeration.
And that is how the British real estate market works.
The entire market is a set of dominoes. One person gets gazumped, and it sets off a chain reaction of buyers and sellers, trying to get in or out of other deals.
Oh, and it bears mentioning that in England, they only have multiple representation!
That’s right. Here in Ontario, we’ve heard rumblings about potentially doing away with multiple representation and/or dual agency. But in the UK market, you MUST buy your home through the listing brokerage via multiple representation.
I suppose any system, in any country, is going to have its pros and cons, right?
As I said at the onset, many people in Toronto are frustrated with the current “system,” if you could call it that.
The bully offers taking down properties on Saturday night at 11pm are not ideal for buyers.
And what do we make of houses listed for $999,900, sitting on the market for 14 days, where the seller won’t actually entertain anything under $1,200,000? Isn’t that false advertising?
In times like this, buyers look outside our system to see how other people are doing it, and as the saying goes, the grass is often greener on the other side.
The UK model doesn’t work, so let’s not even go there.
But the argument often goes toward the Australian “model,” whereby houses are sold via auction.
Auctions aren’t unique to Australia, by the way. HERE is a 2013 blog post I wrote about an auction for a house in Victor, Idaho, but the auction comes with more catches than Kevin Pillar…
But when the words “real estate” and “auction” are strung together, people get warm and fuzzy like the koala bears that Australians keep as pets.
First and foremost, have a look at this website:
https://www.realestate.com.au/auction-results/nsw
We here in Toronto are waiting for TREB to allow us to publish sold data, and in Australia, you have a site like this one which publishes the results of all the auctions in the country.
That link goes to the results for Sydney & New South Wales, but you can click on the other areas below.
“Super Saturday” in Australia refers to a date when a slew of properties are up for auction, and presumably, sell.
Posted on Sunday morning are the “clearance rates” for all the properties available at auction, like the following:
Now what does this terminology mean?
“Sold prior to auction” obviously refers to properties that were listed for sale, whereby the seller was provided with an offer, or offers, and decided to forego the auction.
“Sold at auction” needs no explanation, but keep in mind that these auctions come with a reserve price, so the bidding must meet or exceed that price for the property to sell.
“Sold after auction” refers to properties that either didn’t get bids, or did, but were “passed in,” and a deal was worked out.
“Withdrawn” refers to properties taken off the market by the seller.
“Passed in” is where things get interesting. This is where a property receives bids, but the high bid at the end of the auction fails to meet the seller’s reserve price. The property is then “passed in” to negotiations between the seller and the high bidder, overseen by an agent.
The “Clearance Rate” above is the sum of all the properties sold, withdrawn, or passed in. Only properties remaining on the market for sale are “not cleared.”
The acceptable Clearance Rate varies by area, and of course, current market conditions.
By way of comparison, Australian Capital Territory (ACT) had a 74% clearance rate last weekend, but Western Australia had only a 29% clearance rate.
Another two very important statistics would be:
1) Percentage of Properties Sold at Auction
2) Percentage of Properties Passed In
The entire goal of an auction is to sell properties at that auction.
Sure, properties sold both before and after the auction are important as well, and perhaps you could add those to the “sold at auction” for a total sales number. But if the idea behind the auction is to sell properties with a gavel, then I like the “sold at auction” number.
Secondly, the percentage of properties “passed in” is tremendously important. This is a good measure of whether buyers are willing to meet sellers’ expectations.
A further useful statistic would be the percentage of passed-in properties that end up sold, but I’m guessing that data isn’t available. This would also help provide insight into the market, specifically whether or not sellers, and their unmet expectations, become more reasonable.
So let’s look at the above stats for Sydney and New South Wales.
Their “Clearance Rate” is 74%, but is that really important to us, or is that just the auction house making up a number? Considering that they’re “clearning” properties that are withdrawn, I don’t think it’s something to brag about, so I’d rather come up with my own analysis.
233 of the 1,602 properties sold prior to auction, so that leaves 1,369 that went to auction.
529 of 1,369 properties were sold at auction. That’s 38.6%.
291 of 1,369 properties were passed in. That’s 21.3%.
So roughly 60% of properties are getting significant action.
But what do you make of the fact that 21.3% properties – one in five, results in a final bid price that’s below the seller’s reserve price?
Again, we don’t really know how to evaluate that number, so let’s see how Sydney & NSW compares to Victoria:
The clearance rate is 2% higher, so we’re working within the same band.
199 of the 2,202 properties sold prior to auction, so that leaves 2,003 that went to auction.
977 of 2,003 properties were sold at auction. That’s 48.8%.
550 of 2,003 properties were passed in. That’s 27.5%.
Roughly 76% of properties in Victoria are getting significant action, and across the board, the numbers are higher.
And when it comes to those properties withdrawn – only 1.5% of the 2,202 came off the market, compared to 8.3% in Sydney & New South Wales.
I figure you’d have to analyze data for every area in the country to draw conclusions on what are percentages of sales at auction, properties withdrawn, and properties passed-in are “acceptable.”
Now as for the website itself – http://www.realestate.com.au, you can scroll down and see every property and its corresponding status, sorted by suburb.
And you even know the result for each property. Which sold at auction, which was withdrawn, which sold before or after the auction, and which was passed-in. So as a buyer, you know which properties are tied up, which are gone for good, and which might come back into play.
As for the auction itself, well, this is where things get VERY interesting.
Auctions are conducted in person, in front of the house, and the streets throughout the country look like this on Saturday:
We could spend a whole week’s worth of blog posts looking at how to bid, what happens before and after the auction, qualifications, etc.
And logistics is another topic altogether.
But let’s consider that auctions are not exactly government-mandated in Australia, but rather they’re borne out of desire. The market participants are accustomed to it, and take it as given, just as the British accept “gazumping” as an every-day part of their market, and as we here in Toronto accept bully offers.
I’m sure if time was infinite, we could all sit down and figure out how to take the best parts of all three “systems,” and perhaps a few others, and put together a structure that would work best for all here in Toronto.
But you know what?
Even then, there would be those opposed.
Call it pessimistic, but you can’t call it untrue: the grass is ALWAYS greener on the other side…
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Actually, thanks to the Japan Anniversary Association and the easy-to-use search tool on their website, I believe I’ve come up with some suitable alternate celebration programming for the really, really die-hard Japanophiles.
For example, 14 Feb is Car Insurance Day. Loose partial translation:
Established by the Tokio Marine Nichidou Fire Insurance Corporation. On 14 Feb 1914 (Taishou 3), the company, then the Tokio Marine Insurance Corporation, received the first sales authorisation for car insurance in Japan, with the idea that ‘every day with humans and cars should feel safe’.
Fun titbit: The same company recently became the first Japanese vehicle insurer to cover accidents involving self-driving cars.
More alternate observances after the break.
14 Mar: Aside from March being Life Insurance Review Month, 14 Mar specifically happens to be ... Seppuku Monaka Day.
It’s not actually as horrifying as it sounds. Mostly.
To pass down numerous things about the Chuushingura to many people, the Japanese sweets shop Shinshoudou (新正堂) opens in Shimbashi, Tokyo, which has the Seppuku Monaka amongst its goods.
It’s also Home Inspection Day, but honestly I think I’ve done enough talking about safety for now.
1 Apr: This is important, folks. Mark your calendars. Forget April Fools’. Forget Training Day (the Japanese anniversary, not the film). Forget Online Trade Day. Definitely forget Mobile Phone Strap Day. I hear you ask (because I’m delusional and am hearing voices in my head and also I’m almost entirely confident that I’ve made this joke before): what, then, could it be? Real Estate Appraisal Day? ＷＨＯＰＰＥＲ® Day? Day of Steel? No. All of those pale in importance compared to the major milestone in Japanese society—nay, in human history—that I’m about to reveal to you.
The first of April is the anniversary of the founding of the Japan Anniversary Association, in 1991.
I know, I too thought that it had been with us since the dawn of time. Or at least the dawn of Japan. One of those.
1 May: Coin Day. Get it? Because quasi-homophones!
Said to be one of the most important inventions of humanity, money has a history of nearly three thousand years.
Great! When’s Wheel Day? (Editor’s note—no such thing exists, but there is a Tyre Day on 8 Apr and an Okonomiyaki Day on 10 Oct. Since the tyre is vital to many modern wheels, and the okonomiyaki is also one of the most important inventions of humanity, I find both of these to be adequate substitutes.)
25 May: Well, you could celebrate Terminator Day, marking the day that the first movie premiered in Japanese cinemas. But frankly, doesn’t Bessho Line Day sound far more interesting to you? The Bessho Line is a small rail line connecting downtown Ueda to a hot springs area, and the date is actually taken from the Type 5250 trains (image via here) that used to operate on that line. Look at those tiny round windows!
4 Jul: Nanashii Day! Again: homophones!
What, you don’t know what Nanashii is? Well, that’s fine! It’s perfectly fine with the Toyomaru Industry Corporation of Nagoya, because—well, you see, the day is meant to promote the company’s Nanashii series of pachinko machines.
Yes, pachinko. The Japan Anniversary Association is perfectly fine assigning a day for pachinko PR.
Erm, look, I don’t actually know what kind of pachinko this is, but ... just give me a mulligan on that one, okay?
4 Jul, again: Repair Your PC Day!
Established by Shouin Corporation, based in Ichikawa, Chiba Prefecture, dealing in used PC sales and PC repair. The purpose is to disseminate the ideas of not throwing away and repairing broken objects. Notebook computer repair classes offered for all ages.
Well, until all OEMs follow Apple, who are obviously leading the way to just offering a block of circuitry coated in impenetrable solder. (Editor’s note—you can’t actually coat everything indiscriminately in solder and expect it to work properly. The figurative image stands.) Still, good work in the meantime.
7 Jul: Are you tired of people celebrating Tanabata on the wrong calendar? (I mean, some Tanabata festivals in Japan actually take place on the Gregorian 7/7 date rather than near the lunar 7/7 date, but what do they know about their own customs?) Well, you’re not short on alternatives, which include:
Calpis Day, in celebration of the Japanese soft drink first marketed on this day in 1919.
Moony’s Birthday, basically the fictional birthday of a fictional baby and therefore the doubly fictional birthday of a triply fictional ... teddy bear diaper mascot? Or nappy mascot. Whichever is less confusing to you. Seriously, though, look at that mascot’s profile—name, height, birth date and place, talents ... all that’s missing is blood type. But it does get more and more weirdly adorable as you look at it.
Bamboo Leaf Fish Cake Day, or, if you’re feeling less rote-translation-minded, Sasa-kamaboko Day. It’s grilled fish cake in the shape of bamboo leaves. Kind of cheating listing this separate from Tanabata, because the only reason this day is even on this date is because Tanabata and bamboo are heavily connected. In fact, you might say that a lot about Tanabata hangs on bamboo. Get it? Get ... I’ll get me coat.
Mary’s Summer Valentine Day. Erm. What? Eek, another holiday riding on the tailcoats of Tanabata. And this time, even more explicitly marketing-driven! Move along.
Two other marketing holidays tied to the romantic aspects of Tanabata—one that I literally cannot translate in any other way than Love Day or Day of Love, and, erm ... Love Soumen Day? Yes, there’s a love-themed brand of Japanese noodles. It looks disgusting. Probably actually decent noodles, though.
Ponytail Day, for which the Japan Anniversary Association isn’t even responsible. The Japan Ponytail Association (yes, that apparently existed) went rogue on them and just declared it all by themselves! Those maniacs! They blew it up! Even the twin-tail enthusiasts went through the JAA! This is most unorthodox!
oh god another pachinko-related day just skip it
And finally—Ultimate Day. Yes. You know what that means. ... no, not the End of Time Itself, actually—it means ultimate, the flying disc sport. You know, what some of you call ultimate frisbee. Most of you, probably. Kind of disappointing, really. Could really use an apocalypse this year.
31 Oct: well, Vegetable Day falls on the 31st of every month, but it’s obviously best when it’s facing off against Hallowe’en.
Established by the 5 A Day Association, which engages in food education activities and recommends that you eat five servings (350 g) of vegetables and 200 g of fruits each day.
No, vegetable-shaped sweets don’t count. Eat your greens.
Okay, but listing a monthly event is kind of cheating. Let’s try this again.
31 Oct, specifically: Tohsai Day. It’s literally just got a ceramics company’s name on it. Also, I can’t figure out how 陶彩 is supposed to be kind of sort of read as ten thirty-one.
Oh god, it’s supposed to be kind of sort of read as three-one. Oh and I can’t believe there is an alternate reading of 十 that sounds vaguely like 陶.
I can’t stand this. Go to a different one without homophone-play.
31 Oct, again: Izumo-zenzai Day. It’s red bean soup with mochi. It sounds delicious. It is delicious. I want a bowl now.
Oh, wait. Zen-za-i ... 1000 ... 3-1 ... oh god. I can’t avoid it. I just can’t.
Note to Japan: stop. You’re worse than the Anglosphere’s punniest.
5 Nov: Well, it’s apparently also Life Insurance Review Month in November. For the fifth of November specifically, we have Delicious Conger Eel Day.
Established by Matsuiizumi, a shop in Sakai, Osaka Prefecture, specialising in conger eels.
Remember, buy conger / This fifth of November / Gunpowder, treason and fish / I know of no reason / Why in any good season / You'd ditch such a yummy dish!
25 Dec: Pudding Day!
Established by Ohayou Dairy Corporation, based in Okayama, Okayama Prefecture, maker of milk, processed milk, milk beverages, yoghurt, and other dairy products. Designated because of its many popular pudding products.
Actually, as with Vegetable Day, it falls on the 25th of every month (yet again due to a convoluted pun that doesn’t remotely translate into English)—so no, nobody intentionally went up against Christmas here.
It’s actually the same story with Boxing Day, where Sunsweet of Japan established a Prune Day for the 26th of every month. Nobody designated anything specifically for the 25th or 26th of December. Kind of surprised, really, considering all the crowding around Gregorian Tanabata.
In conclusion: does anyone know of any other examples of these anniversary associations? I desperately want to search through to find out who’s paying these kinds of people all that money to get something on some calendar, somewhere, possibly, but in countries that are not Japan.
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