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Thinking about.... pt. 2
Part 1
Reader who has ghost wrapped around her pinky finger as soon as she shoves the balaclava over the bridge of his nose, plump lips meeting his in a clash of tongue and teeth as they stumble into his apartment.
Its dirty, messy, spit dripping as tongues battle for dominance, thick scarred fingers tangling in soft hair as hers push the heavy weight of his worn leather jacket off his broad shoulders and onto the floor.
Smitten Ghost who is already obsessed with her sounds, and he hasn't even made her scream his name yet. Hasn't taken her apart piece by fucking piece until she's a delirious mess beneath him. Oh, but he plans to.
Smitten Ghost plans to wreck her world. Burn it to the ground and build it back up with him at the center. He's going to make her worship the ground he walks on, turning her into a fiending mess, him being the only drug that can cure her.
He's going to make her his.
Smitten Ghost whose hands grab the backs of your plush thighs and lift you effortlessly into those tree trunk like arms of his, powerful legs making long strides towards his worn in blue couch.
"Gon' make ya feel s'good, love. You wan' that? want me to-"
Smitten Ghost who grunts when her lips claim his once more, tongue pushing into his mouth and effectively shutting him up. His mind fogs as the sweet taste of berries burst over his tastebuds once more, the taste so distinctly her that he's sure he'll never find anything else like it.
"I like your mouth when it's used for something other than talking, pretty man."
Smitten Ghost, whose pretty brown eyes widen in surprise, a blush that he's happy his mask covers settling over his cheekbones, because when's the last time someone had the balls to talk to him like that? outside of the 141 of course…… Sure, everyone fucks around with Johnny and Gaz, occasionally Price, but never Ghost.
Reader who takes advantage of his astonishment, giggling at his expression as those tiny fucking hands, hands that ghost can’t stop thinking about, work his leather belt open.
She’s so hungry for him, so ready to have him buried deep that she doesn’t even care about the foreplay, instead, popping the button on his jeans and moving back just enough to yank them down, freeing the most beautiful cock she’s ever seen.
Her mouth waters as it slaps against his stomach, curving up slightly and a prominent vein along the underside, tip flushed a pretty pink and leaking pre-come. Gorgeous.
“Oh, now that I can work with.” The words come out a purr, not taking her eyes off him as she climbs back onto his wide lap.
Smitten ghost grunts loudly at the first glide of her bare cunt, hips jerking up in surprise, not expecting to feel anything other than cotton panties separating them.
It’s been so fucking long.
“Such a dirty fuckin girl.” The sound of his palm making contact with the bare skin of her ass reverberates around the room, a little gasp leaving parted lips as she’s jolted against him from the force.
Smitten Ghost who lurches forward with every intent of pinning her little body to the cushions and making her come apart on his fingers, on his tongue.
“S’pretty, need ta taste ya.”
“Be a good girl, yeah, love? That pretty pussy going to come in ma mouth? She going to be good for me?”
The words are obscene, his accent getting deeper as those brown eyes darken even more, pupils dilated until there’s hardly any color showing at all.
Smitten Ghost who gasps loudly, surprised once again as she forces him back, pushing herself back onto him and not even giving him time to process before her nails are digging into his shoulders and that pretty little cunt is sucking him in.
“Wha- wait! What’re you- s…shit!” the force that he grips her hips with is almost painful, but oh so worth it as she watches his eyes roll back, jaw going slack as she continues to slide down his throbbing length, taking every inch with a delighted little hum.
Smitten Ghost who swears she was fucking made for him. Put in that bar by God or whoever fucking else, just for him to find and fuck. Taking him so well, walls so wet and warm and perfect.
“Died and gon to heaven, fuck. S’perfect. So fucken perfect. Gotta move, please, love. Come on, need you to ride my cock.”
Reader who just coos at him as she grins down at him, laughing at his rambling, watching as this big strong man comes apart at the seams beneath her, because of her.
Lifting her hips, she watches as his expression morphs into one of ecstasy before sliding back down, giving a few experimental grinds before she grows tired of going slow and sets a relentless pace.
The sound of skin slapping fills the living room, heavy balls slapping against her as his hips lift, arms banding around her back as he meets her thrust for thrust. Whines and whimpers mix with his deep grunts and groans, hot open-mouthed kisses traveling down her shoulder and chest before latching onto a rosy nipple.
A cry of pleasure leaves her lips as that skilled tongue twirls and flicks against the nub, teeth nipping and sucking until she’s perked and sensitive, pulling off with an obscene pop before giving the other breast the same attention.
Fingers move down to grip the globes of her ass, fingers dimpling the fat as he spreads her cheeks, lifting and pushing her down his shaft, working her on his cock.
Smitten Ghost who climaxes a lot sooner than he anticipated, than he wanted, desperate pleas of, “wait!”, “S…Mph! stop! Please, love, im- “, and “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Leaving his kiss swollen lips.
Smitten Ghost who spasms, eyes rolling back and back arching under her as he experiences the most earth-shattering orgasm he’s ever experienced.
Blunt nails dig into smooth skin, leaving little crescents in their wake, forcing her as far down as he can go as his hips rut up into her, thick seed painting her walls as he fucks it even deeper.
Reader who just giggles once he finishes, smacking a kiss to his parted lips before climbing off.
"Thanks for the ride.”
#cod mw2#cod mwii#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#slight angst
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Young!John Wick x Model!Reader Imagine
Imagine you are the love of John Wick's life...
You meet in Paris when he’s a young man. You spend a mind-blowing night together, and watch the sun rise from Sacré-Coeur. He disappears, and you’re devastated because no one has ever made you feel that way, and you’re certain you’ll never see him again. But throughout the years he keeps finding you as you travel for work. He kisses you silly in the Gamla Stan of Stockholm, makes you cum on his fingers in a dark club in London, and when he leaves you utterly wrecked in Rome you know that you’re in love with this man.
You don’t know exactly what he does for a living, but you’re not stupid. You’ve memorized every inch of his body, and you notice as his collection of scars multiplies over the years. You are half convinced he's a spy, but then there are the tattoos...ominous as they are captivating, they suggest membership in a darker world than the shadows of international espionage. You cannot reconcile it. How can this sweet man, this man who makes you laugh, who brings you joy and such exquisite pleasure, be a part of such a violent occupation? When you finally get up the courage to ask him he just shakes his head, and says it’s better you don’t know before kissing you in that way that utterly scrambles your brain cells.
-It all started in Paris with a broken heel... You nearly fell into traffic, but a strong arm around your waist snatched you back from death.
You hid against his chest for a long moment, even though he was a total stranger, because he felt so safe. You were in Paris for your first Fashion Week—and you were so lost. It’s the 1990s, a dark age in which we didn’t have handheld computers to pleasantly tell us where to go, and we used archaic documents to find our way known as paper maps...And you’d left yours in your hotel accidentally.
You look up to see kind brown eyes fixed down on you. “Are you alright?” You hate to think it, but you are so relieved to hear an American accent. You have been yelled at no less than three times in French that day, and even if you totally deserved it, you're a bit gun shy now.
“Yes. Thank you. Jesus, I...” You look at the traffic barreling by at breakneck speed, a chill running down your spine. “Thank you,” you say again. You look up at him, really look at him, and realize you're in the arms of the most handsome man you've ever seen—and you work in fashion.
“You're welcome.”
He seems as taken by you as you are by him, and for a stretch of long moments you just stand there staring at each other like moon-eyed idiots. He looks down, suddenly shy. It's totally endearing. “Sorry,” he apologizes, releasing you slowly. You teeter on your broken heel, and you can tell he is ready to grab you again if he has to. This protectiveness makes a surprising warmth bloom in your heart.
“Do you...need help getting somewhere?” he asks. You wonder if it’s that obvious you’re lost. Usually you'd be wary of that question from a stranger. You've dealt with so many creeps throughout your life. But somehow you sense that he’s sincere.
“I guess I'd better get back to my hotel.”
Sebastiano was going to kill you. You broke a $600 pair of heels...well maybe Gucci should have made them better, the lazy bastards.
“Can I get you a cab?”
With your broken heel, you guess you’re not hoofing it back. “Sure.” He hails one down, and you’re delighted when he climbs in with you, speaking to the driver in perfect French, bless him.
“Where are we headed?” You give him the name of your hotel, and he repeats it the way it’s supposed to be said. Oh. No wonder the previous drivers gave you such contemptuous looks… You took Spanish in high school, ok? You can read French but have zero experience speaking it.
When you arrive at the hotel your savior thrusts a wad of Francs through the window before you have a chance to even open your purse, and helps you out of the cab. You are totally leaning against his arm more than you have to. You can feel the hard curve of his bicep beneath the fine fabric of his suit, and it makes you a little giddy. Only once you’re safe in the lobby does he seem willing to release you, though somehow your hand has ended up in his, and you find you don’t really want to let go. “Are you doing anything later?” you ask boldly, before he can disappear back into the bustle of Paris and you’ll never find him again.
He pays you a melancholy smile that squeezes your heart for some reason. “Unfortunately, I have to work,” he says. You make a pouty face that draws his attention to your lips. The intensity in those dark eyes is thrilling. “Maybe if I finish early…I could join you?”
You know you grin like an idiot at this suggestion. “I’ll be at the Versace afterparty. I could…have your name put on the list?”
This seems to amuse him for some reason, his mouth twisting in a smirk. “I can find you,” he says, and your heart flutters. In fact, when he presses his lips to your knuckles, your heart attempts to flutter right out of your chest.
He turns to go but you call, “Wait!” He pauses. “What’s your name?”
The smile he pays you is heart stopping. “Jardani,” he answers quietly. “But everyone calls me John.” You bite your lip, nodding, very pleased with this new bit of information, sensing that maybe he’s told you something just for you. “I hope I get to see you later.”
He nods too, touching your cheek lightly. “You will.”
It sounds like a promise.
-You should be beside yourself with excitement because you’re walking your first runway in Paris, and this could be the moment that makes or breaks your career, but the real reason for your nerves is the hope that you’ll see him again.
-The show goes great. You kill it. Sebastiano, your friend and the designer you’d modeled for, can hardly contain himself. But you find you’re just watching the clock ticking down the seconds until later.
-John does find you later. You have a drink, and you dance, and from the adoring way he looks at you, you feel brave enough to ask if he wants to go someplace quieter. You go for a little walk, and even though it’s the wee hours of the morning you feel perfectly safe with this man. He kisses you on the Pont Alexandre, his hands in your hair, and your fingers curl in the lapels of his jacket to hold him to you. You ask if he wants to go back to your hotel, and he agrees. This man looks at you like you are something irreplaceably precious, and you don’t know how you’ll let him go.
-He is strong. In your hotel room he picks you up by your thighs and presses you into the wall, kissing you senseless before carrying you to the bed. His hands are calloused, but he’s so gentle with you. He touches you like you were made for him, like he was born knowing how to make you see stars. He claims you with his hands and his mouth and his big, beautiful cock deep inside you, and you know you’ll never be the same after this. You’ve been disappointed so many times that you almost don’t know how to handle an encounter going this well.
-When he stirs in the blue light of pre-dawn your arms tighten around him. You’re not even awake yet, but you don’t want him to leave. He kisses you behind the ear and you practically purr. “Want to see the second most beautiful sight in Paris?”
“Yes,” you agree.
“Bring your camera.” You’d told him about your interest in photography. Maybe modeling was paying the bills, but you’d actually majored in fine art, and minored in literature. Naturally, your interests make for shit at paying bills.
Sleepily you get dressed. It takes a little longer than usual because you can’t stop kissing each other between pulling on garments. Soft, slow kisses that curl your toes. You sense deep down that every one of them is infused with apology, and goodbye. It breaks your heart, but greedily you’ll take every second with him you can get.He takes you to Sacré-Coeur in the heart of Montmartre, the very roof of Paris. You sit on the steps and watch the sun rise over the city, fiery oranges and pinks painting the sky and rendering the buildings aglow. It truly is beautiful, but you don’t lift your lens to try to capture it. You sit with your arm linked with his, and experience this moment with him as fully as you can. You want to remember everything.
“You didn’t take a picture,” he teases once the sun has cheerfully risen above the horizon.
You pull out the camera and frame him in your lens, his sleepy smile and bed-mussed hair. You feel something shift in your heart as your finger depresses the button. Click. You’re not sure if it’s the camera in your hand, or something settling into place in your heart that has always belonged there.
“Now I have the first most beautiful sight in Paris,” you say.
He laughs at that. “I meant that was you,” he insists, lacing his fingers with yours, kissing the back of your hand. He takes you to breakfast, and you enjoy dark coffee and delectably crafted pastries with your legs tangled together under the table. Afterwards he takes you back to your hotel, and in the gilt-appointed lobby somehow you know what’s coming.
“I have to go,” he says sadly. You actually believe his regret isn’t an act.
You nod, leaning into his large hand on your cheek.
“I’ll never forget you, y/n.”
A shuddering sigh escapes you, and you close your eyes. You are not going to cry.
“Likewise, I promise you.”
You don’t exchange any further information. You know that if it was possible to see him again, he would have offered it to you. There is something mysterious about this man. Something almost…forbidden, and a part of you knows that the little time you stole together was a precious gift.
He kisses you one last time, a passionate, soul-rending thing that leaves you utterly weak in the knees. He says nothing more, pressing his forehead to yours one final time before turning to go. You watch his tall, dark form exit the hotel into the Paris morning, and you know he’s taking a piece of your heart with him as he goes.
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Nothing naughty or romantic here, but how would Killer Croc react to a group of kids thinking he's super cool because they think he's a dinosaur? They're not scared at all or being rude, they're just in awe. "Fuck Barney, this guy could wreck Barney's shit!"
Killer Croc in the Park
So. I ended up writing a short fic.
Tw: ableism, not particularly dark but unfortunately related directly to his appearance, implication of past drug addiction/abuse
When Killer Croc got to the park that day, he was already in a terrible mental space. He got released from Arkham on rehabilitation. Again. And again he found the outside world just as hostile as before to anyone that didn't fit their mold. Another job interview that ended before he could even get a word out.
Maybe he should try going back to sideshow gigs. The wrestling paid alright. It was that or stealing shit- not that he thought himself suddenly above it. But he's not fucking crazy like they say.
He knows the consequences of what will happen if he goes down that road again. The only time he seems to feel any kind of peace anymore is at the park. He can sit and no one bugs him. It's peaceful. He can watch the ducks.
What he didn't realize is that today he sat closer to a playground in the park than he normally would have. The moment this becomes apparent is when he sees a small girl running in front of him and then eating shit into the dirt and rocks. Before he can really stop himself, he's grabbing her up by the scruff of her shirt with his talons and setting her down on her feet.
As he speaks, the hint of a creole accent slips through, "You better watch it. Could get hurt." His voice is graveled and low- the result of teen smoking combined with his condition wreaking havoc on his vocal folds.
When her eyes open wide, he prepares himself for the screaming. That he's a monster. Scary. There's been many times he's made children cry just by his appearance. Got used to it when... that all started.
Instead of a frightened shriek, it's one of delight, "Are you a dinosaur?!"
He pauses. What. There's a moment he wants to tell her to fuck off. To scram.
He hesitates for a moment before clearing his rumbling throat, "Kid, you really think I'm a dinosaur?"
She nods, "Well- not one I've ever seen. And I've seen a LOT- my mom takes me to the museum a lot and- oh! OH! Hold on-! Don't go, okay?" She speaks so quickly he can't even get another word in edgewise. Then she's running off.
He figures she's just hyperactive until he sees a mob of small humans rushing towards him. Oh fuck, there's more of them. In an instant, the children surround him, staring. After the day he's had, he doesn't want to feel like he's on display. He's ready to stomp off when the little girl steps forward and speaks to the others, "I told you! This is my new friend, isn't he cool?"
"Is he a dinosaur?! Like... like Barney...?" A shy little boy asks.
Another boy crows, "Fuck Barney, he could wreck Barney's shit!"
Croc almost growls, "Watch your fff- frickin' mouth! Outta wash your mouth out with soap!" He points a talon and the cursing boy wilts.
"Sorry..." the kid looks nervous and now he feels bad.
"Don't be sorry," he says, "Just watch it. Too many... You're too little." He feels weird scolding children. It's not something he's done since he scolded younger cousins when he still lived nearby.
Another child in the group chirps, "What's your name?"
He almost answers his criminal name. Almost. It's what most know him as now. Yet as all these young faces look him he can't help but mumble, "...Waylon."
The girl is sitting next to him, "I knew that! My friend, Waylon."
He can't help but laugh, "Oh, yeah? Why don't I know your name, then?"
"Ella. I just forgot to tell you." She shrugs, "'Sides it was WAY more important to show you my other friends."
"Oh." He snorts, "What, you guys all like dinosaurs?" His grin is sharp and toothy. It doesn't quite look right with his lack of "lips." He can see one of the other kids looks nervous.
He stops smiling.
"Uhh um..." Ella seems to think, "Not Susie, Ethan or... Bobby. But they're not going to be mean to a new friend."
"Haven't your parents ever told you not to talk to strangers?" He finally asks.
"Yeah but that's like. Creepy people." One of the other kids is almost laughing at him, "You're not creepy people. You'd eat creepy people!"
He looks off to the side. They have no idea that he's actually tasted human flesh. Definitely not something they ever need to know, actually. Not exactly something he's proud of.
But he grins again, "Right I would. Especially if they try to hurt kids." That gets them excited.
"I bet I could fit my whole head in your mouth!" Another kid announces, "That's SO COOL!"
Before he knows it, he has several children hanging off his arms as he carries them around. Being above 7ft tall he can definitely get them high up off the ground. Swinging them lightly and safely. A couple of the more shy ones he lets them touch his ridges and claws. He's not surprised that several of the parents look over and seem frighted. Ushering their own children away. Yet none of these little beasts. It's only after about an hour and they're all laying in the sun talking that they start to get called to leave. One by one, they all laugh and tell him goodbye- that they'll see him soon!
Its just him and Ella now.
"Where's your mom?"
"Oh. She's right over there. Watching." The little girl points to a nearby tree where a woman sits on a bench, reading. She waves as the pair look over.
He hums, "How come she ain't scared? None of your parents..." he shrugs.
The question seems to confuse the girl, "Why would they be scared...? Oh. 'Cause they might be scared of dinosaurs, huh? That's for babies." She squints at the sun. She looks up. Croc looks up. Ella's mother is approaching.
"Hey, squirt." She smiles, "Having fun? I hope you haven't been bugging this nice man."
The little girl immediately goes into a ramble about all the things she did with her new friend and obviously she's not bugging him. Croc gets up off the ground and stares down at them both. Awkward. Why is this woman not acting the way others do?
The moment her daughter stops, the woman turns to him, "Nice to meet you, I'm Lenore." She reaches her hand out for him to shake.
He looks at her hand nervously, "I don't uh... I don't shake hands. I'm Waylon." He shows his claws and she takes back her hand.
"Sorry. Thank you so much for humoring the kids. They're a handful." She laughs and tilts her head.
"Nah, no- it's... it's no problem." He says softly. He looks around. When was the last time he had a pleasant conversation with someone where they just treated him like a normal person?
Too long.
He finally broaches the subject, "You all seem. Pretty okay with... with a freak playing with your kids."
Her brows move to sympathy and she shakes her head, "You're not- oh, please don't think that. Look. The truth is, it's a bunch of us parents that regularly bring our kids to the park. At first, yeah, we were kind of nervous when we first saw you." She shrugs and he winces.
But then she continues, "Derrick, he works in IT, Tim's dad, he did research that you were... rehabilitated. And some people were still weird about it... but then we noticed something."
He waits with baited breath, "What did you notice? Did I do something?"
Finally, Lenore shrugs, "It's not something you did. It's Gotham. And what we noticed is that suddenly- the park was way safer once you started hanging out. I mean. At least one of us would have something stolen, like, once a month. Creeps, super villains. Maybe it wasn't your intention, but hey. None of us are going to complain."
"And uh... the kids?" He motions to Ella who is already running and buzzing around them.
"Oh, she..." the woman is trying to think of a way to say it without offending him.
He gets it, "I look like a dinosaur. They like dinosaurs."
"She's crazy about them right now." She says, apologetic, "Just obsessed. And you know, we took all of them to the natural history museum so right now that's all they want to talk about- I'm... really sorry if they offended you."
It makes him smile, "It's not the worst thing I've been called. They're sweet kids."
Her smile in return is sweet, "Thank you. There's a lot of different people in the world. They need to know that."
"Yeah... yeah, there are." There's a moment he thinks briefly that if more parents were like these ones, maybe growing up wouldn't have been so bad for him. He's not going to say that, but the thought is there.
After a moment of silence, she clears her throat, "So hey. Waylon. Did you know that the uh. Playground here and the daycare are owned by the same guy?"
He shrugs, "Not to state the obvious, I'm not exactly a guy who pays attention to that."
"...Right. Well. Long story short, my uncle does. And..." she looks awkward herself, "I don't want to assume anything. But if you were ever looking for a job, I think I could put in a good word."
He scoffs, "As what? Hiding under the beds at naptime to be the bogeyman?"
That makes her laugh, "God, no! As an attendant. Kind of like security but a lot of it you're just watching them. At the actual daycare, on the playground. Ella hangs out there when I'm working and she's not at school..."
It's a strange idea for him. Working with kids? With his face? Jesus, he can't think of a job he'd be less qualified for.
She's quick to wave her hand, "I'm sure you have better offers. I'm probably coming off like some kind of ass- jerk." She's quick to correct herself. As the woman rubs her arm, he sees what he thinks are faint raised scars in the pit of her elbow.
When she notices him looking, she shrugs, "It can be hard raising yourself back up. Second chances are hard. Or third chances, or fourth..."
His eyes grow softer, "I hear that. How long did it take you?"
"She was three when I finally made my chance stick." Lenore smiles, "I know it's different but..."
He puts his hands up, "I'm not judging you, believe me. I uh... thanks... for sharing that. If you don't mind, I think I'd like an interview."
There's another pause between them. Then she laughs, "Do they even make dress shirts your size, big guy?"
He shrugs, "Sure. My tailor works well when I tell him I'll eat him if he makes it too small again." He's laughing and there's a moment she covers her mouth to laugh. Horrible!
Ella steps next to him and grabs one of his giant fingers in her small hand. When she smiles there's a gap from a missing tooth. Yeah. Maybe working with kids wouldn't be so bad.
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Fic Friday! ❤️ Rebel’s Weekly Fic Recs
I'm back. 😊 A day and several weeks late, but I'm back. I've decided I'd like to keep doing these as much as I can. I hope anyone reading enjoys.
As always, this week’s recs are…
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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: About you, without you by @aylana-ryvain
What you need to know going in:
A lovely, sad, sweet one-shot written for Haladriel Week where Galadriel returns to Barad-dûr after Sauron’s defeat at the beginning of the Fourth Age. Once there, she discovers a treasure trove of trinkets crafted by The Dark Lord in the hopes that she would someday change her mind. 🥹 Another tragic instant-classic, this fic wrenches at your heart in the best way. Be ready to bookmark!
Complete, Teen
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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: Someone Taught You Wrong, Kid by @klynnvakarian
What you need to know going in:
The Western AU I never knew I needed! The VIBES in this fic, I tell you—they’re strong, and pitch-perfect. Between the dialogue and the at first tentative, blink-and-you-might-miss-it moments between Hal and Gal, which then blossoms into something that's more matter-of-fact; a frank romance that feels so fitting for this world and time and space for the two of them… it’s lovely. You’ll be swept away the same as they are. Very excited to see the final piece of it!
WIP, Mature
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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: The Nicest Parts of Hell by @myrsinemezzo
What you need to know going in:
Eru have mercy on my soul, my unprecedented foray into dark fic continues with this gripping, dare I say insidiously enticing fic—and, as always, I mean that in the best way possible. This story settles into your psyche; making you feel just as unhinged as the characters feel. You’re probably asking yourself why, so let me get to the heart of it: the story starts with Galadriel stumbling (practically literally) into Halbrand’s arms… Only problem is, he’s her brother Fin’s boyfriend. 👀 From there, she and Halbrand start a toxic, troubling affair that is impossible to stop reading. (Same goes for this story’s sequel, which is still in progress).
Complete, Explicit
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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): And In That Time, I Have Had Many Names by @the-manatee-hammer
What you need to know going in:
I’ve been meaning to share this fic for a long, long time, and I definitely should’ve done so sooner, so forgive me. Full disclosure: I found out about it from a friend who told me that I’d been mentioned in the notes, so again, forgive me for my slightly unbiased opinion. Regardless of how I came to it, I loved it as soon as I started reading! The story sees Halbrand still injured in the healing halls of Eregion—until Galadriel offers to help along the healing with something he’s never tried before. 👀🔥 Cue sexual healing! Spicy, intimate sexual healing, and I think the first time I encountered a virgin Sauron in fic. And hot damn, it’s hot. Unsurprisingly, Sauron is very eager to learn, and a very adept student. It’s been a while since this was updated, but still so worth checking out and subscribing to for it’s sensuality and supremely well done writing.
WIP, Explicit
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The Can’t Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: Stand by Me by @scriberated
What you need to know going in:
Lately I’ve been feeling some major burnout for many reasons, and for me, this fic was a balm at just the right moment! A sequel to this adorable one-shot, it’s an instantly delightful, fully-fledged romcom complete with roommates not-so-secretly pining after each other, fake dating, bed sharing, and that’s just within the first two chapters! 🤩 The premise: Hal and Gal are roommates, and after breaking up with her shitty, absent boyfriend Celeborn in the original one-shot, Hal takes care of Gal while she’s sick. This continuation sees Galadriel trying to navigate their growing closeness, finally agreeing to a trip together to visit Hal’s family—and from there, the romcom shenanigans ensue. This is another one where I can’t wait to see what comes next!
WIP, Mature
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❣!!
🔵 'SEND '❣' FOR 3 PROS & 3 CONS OF DATING MY MUSE' meme . ACCEPTING
PROS
✔️ If you're the insecure type, rejoice -- this pretty little twunk might give off some 'player' vibes at times with the way that he so clearly enjoys fishing for amusing responses, but the fact of the matter is that he really only tends to have interest in one person at a time, even in instances where the interest is fleeting or minor at most. If you're in The Talking Phase with him, so to speak, chances are pretty good that you're the only person he's Talking To, even if there's no expectations at play. He's got other shit to do.
✔️ Seventeen doesn't care about your money or material assets, what kind of job or social standing you might have, how you dress, etc. There's little use in trying to impress him with stuff like that. All he really cares about is whether or not he finds you interesting. Everything else is secondary. It truly is that simple.
✔️ So you're ungainly about this stuff, huh? Afraid you're going to do something wrong, make things weird, come on too strong, be bad at this, or otherwise make yourself look like an idiot? Well you're in luck: Seventeen's into that shit. He'd rather have you hungry than perfect; and while he might (read: absolutely will) torment you about it, he'll also delight in the process of figuring out what's good for you, as well as showing you what's good for him.
CONS
❌ Seventeen doesn't want to meet your folks and learn your family's stupid card games, he doesn't want to play 'domestic bliss' in some ugly little suburb, and he doesn't want to spend his life pretending that he sees any particular value in the rat race of society at large. If your dreams for the future tend to involve the typical 'cute house and passel of kids' stuff, then Seventeen almost certainly isn't the guy who's going to help you achieve it.
❌ Seventeen has never experienced a proper relationship and, frankly, wouldn't know how to deal with the prospect of long-term stability. He assumes that the good times have an expiration date and that, sooner or later (most likely sooner), either he or you will move along, and that will simply be that. Especially in the early days, it may feel like Seventeen already has one foot out the door, ready to cut and run the instant he thinks things are souring instead of attempting to work anything out. Unless you bring this pattern to his attention and really hammer it into his head, likely repeatedly, that you want him to be yours -- (him! the whole stubborn, rough-edged, uncultured wreck of him!) -- he's very likely going to assume that this Thing, whatever it is, is temporary, and act/communicate as such. He doesn't think of himself as the kind of guy that anybody actually keeps.
❌ He wants someone to think he's worth keeping though. This want to be wanted in a way that matters, while simultaneously feeling stupid and privately humiliated for it, can make him run very hot-and-cold, at times pulling people in and winding them up and giving every signal in the world that he's inviting them to give chase, while at other times slamming on the brakes or getting skittish/standoffish the instant things start to get just a little too emotionally real in a way he wasn't prepared to deal with. To the other person, this can feel as though Seventeen is simply toying with them for his own kicks.
#— ic ▸ what's so foolish about wanting to have a little fun?#— memes ▸ nobody is as strong as i am#viopolis
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Fic recs MDZS/The Untamed
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Modern AU wwx needs to fake date someone to convince jc to real date wq. LWJ is willing to take this one for the team. Everyone gets wrecked sexually and it is glorious
Let Her Leave Your World by AnotherSpaceWitch
Modern Cultivation AU Wen Qing, Jiang Yanli, and Mianmian all attend a cultivation conference. JYL leads a civil war in the Jin sect, WQ gets deservingly wrecked by JC and Mianmian gets justice AND the girl. Delightful!
oh, woe is me (the first time that you touched me) by invitan
Alternate canon wwx is betrothed to wq during the Cloud Recesses arc and lwj can’t stand it. Get ready for PAIN but the best kind. Features teenage wangxian who don’t know what to do with all their feelings and Wen Qing who is doing her best. Also war
all that and more by Euphorion
Modern AU wwx receives some very tasteful and EXTREMELY hot nudes of lwj and has no choice but to return the favor and then blow lwj in the library bathroom. Very sexy, and wwx goes through an excellent and believable exploration of his gender and sexuality
Ice by WithBroomBefore
Modern Ice Skating AU Trans!lwj goes to war with competitive ice skating and shows those fuckers that he can win all of their biased competitions! Skaters wwx and nhs also show them, and then they all do a skating show together. Nhs and lwj are friend goals and lwj and wwx are relationship goals. SO cute
Mud and Canvas by StormsBreadth
Modern LARP AU which is SUCH a blast, it made me want to LARP. Wwx was banned from LARPing after ~drama~ but he’s back now as crew and NPC and ready to have FUN. Lwj is an expert LARPer as well and very happy to have wwx return.
throw the keys back by dustyloves
WLW Modern AU lwj is lesbian catnip and wwx wants to learn her ways! Lwj is more than happy to teach her…as long as wwx behaves :DDD. Jiang Cheng suffers. Extremely hot
in the blossom season (in the pouring rain) by varnes
Modern with Magic AU. Wwx and the Jiang siblings own a flower shop. Lwj’s plants are dying. Also hgj gets plant advice from yllz online. A-Yuan doesn’t understand why his father is so confused about Dr. Flowers.
Corps-à-corps by defractum (nyargles)
Historical AU. Wwx comes to court for a prosperous match and unwittingly captivates lwj. There are fights in moonlight and side-by-side, talks in libraries, and a slightly delayed but very romantic love poem that was not hallucinated
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Are you fucking ready? Because I wasn't.
My reviews are just raw commentary/reactions so don't expect anything logical lol...
“Query: Might this be a continuation of our night?”
she's got some nerve
It’s not like anyone else is paying attention, but in that moment, it feels like the weight of the world’s eyes falls on you.
i'd be anxious too
When you look up, intending to check whether your message has been received, you see Hoseok walking away from it, the chit still on the plate, but folded very differently.
he's eager pls
"[...] we could also discuss the stock market and world affairs if that is up your alley. ”
uh, no? HAHAHA
[...] the penmade heart between the lines is making your own flutter in delight.
hoseok drawing a heart is just :(((((((((
Will he demand for your underwear in public again? Will he command you to commit filthy sins in some dingy corner, slapping a hand on your mouth to shush your brain dead moaning? Will he drag you out to some other place all together…
i squealed
Blasphemous horror permeates your chest when you realise there’s not a lot of protest in your brain at all those ideas.
i wouldn't protest either but we definitely need another one-shot of him fucking her somewhere public
“Next time, I want a bigger mess on you darling… gonna release all over your pretty face, your breasts, your thighs. I want to watch you lap it all up without waste, make you show me how hungry I’ve left you.”
i'll be thinking about this for the next 5 weeks
you don’t waste a second, racing ahead and filling the space he left empty a moment ago.
BE DISCREET, WIN THE FIGHT
“If you’re really that wet, soak my ring. Let me see, maybe we’ll throw in some consideration…”
IM CHOKING AND SOAKING
No. Sucks on the ring. While directly looking at you, and not saying a damned word.
shIT SHIT SHIT
[...] you pretend to be a functioning member of society who does things other than desire to be raw dogged by your boss’ best friend.
im crying in laughter sjcsajff
[...] and scribble your number into it in haste.
Armed with it, you slide across towards Hoseok’s table, where he is standing around a large group, with people talking over one another...
YOU GO GIRL
unknown number: Get yourself alone. Right. Now.
sdjcifdjidjfiw YES SIR
But right now? When you register the sound of spit, all the trains in brain central have gone under repair, the tracks have fallen off, and chaos has descended on the station.
same
“Good thing, I don’t need to be there to tame you, right?”
haha shit use me sir
“One day,” with a deep sigh, he starts, “ one day. I’m going to turn my office into my playroom…”
You swallow a bubble of lascivious greed.
“… and you, my plaything.”
HERE I FOUND IT UGH AAAAAAAAAAH
“Let’s just say,” Hoseok pauses in a moment of distraction, then continues, “these pants aren’t exactly stain proof.”
OH NOOO :( hahaha
The issue with that intention is, neither of you truly intend on it. The respectful distance is soon cut down by many, many metres. The ruler between your feet would show a reading of bare inches.
Y E S, FUCK DISTANCING.
His fragile touch on your arm, not wanting to hold you unless you give the okay.
How can you make me go from "use me, sir" to "i fucking love him" in a matter of seconds
Without delay, you smush yourself against his awaiting lips.
I SQUEALED AGAIN - I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE, TURN IT UP.
“Look at meee ,” Hyejoon sings, swaying from one side to another like a dancing flamingo, “I’m steady like a bu uuulll !”
PLS HAHAHAHAHA
“Get home safe, everyone!” he addresses the whole group, but his focus is on you.
AW :(
“Yes, Sir .”
She def has some nERVE
Thank you, beautiful Siya, for making my week better with this!!!!!!! I look forward to future works from you and from this couple. LOVED IT.
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS WHOLE MESSAGE IS LOVEEEEEE
omg she was a nervous WRECK throughout but bad bitch gets her nerves here and there
his heart <3 and the messages before the storm <3
fucking somewhere in public? HMMMMNNN *vigorously notes it down*
BE DISCREET WIN THE FIGHT HAHAHAHAHAHHHA I LAUGHED SO HARD LMAOO
LMAOOOO i read this like 5 times last night but i couldnt reply because of the stoopid app - but THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!!! i hope the next few chapters that im planning only take this up and up and up <3 i reallly appreciate this!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺
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NOT YOUR BATTLE
NOT YOUR BATTLE
2 Samuel 16:5-14
Some of us delight in fighting battles that aren’t ours. Even when we know we shouldn’t be involved, we get into conflicts that we have no business being in. If you are a believer, then know that you don’t need to fight those battles, as the scriptures say, “the battle belongs to the Lord” according to 2 Chronicles 20:15, encouraging us to leave the battles, in God’s hands for Him to fight for us. This is God saying “I’ve got this, I’ve got your back, I’ll fight the enemy on your behalf and defend you in battle.
There are battles we should fight, and there are those we shouldn’t even concern ourselves with as the Lord told Moses in Exodus 14:14. “I will fight for you” why would you go to a battle that someone else, God especially wants to fight for you?
Some people are trigger happy like Abishai, ready to go to battle on a whim. As a man of war, he was always ready for battle and in this instance, ready to act in defence of his king.
How many people, like Abishai, are roaming around looking to go to battle for any cause? Even when it had nothing to do with them.
Child of God! That battle is not yours! The Lord is a man of war, that is His name according to Exodus 15:3 and He takes the responsibility of defending us seriously.
We have both physical and spiritual enemies and Ephesians 6:12 wants us to understand that our battles are not against flesh and blood. Yes, the people are real, and the battles and challenges are real, but they are not the cause or root of the problems.
The world itself is at war against you if you identify with Christ. Conflicts wreck everyone, everywhere, causing injury and death.
The battle between evil and good is as old as time and never-ending and the only successful way to win that battle is to fight from the place of victory in Christ, secure in the amour of God.
Who and what is attacking you? Like Shimei, who is throwing stones at you for what they assume is your crime? Shimei didn’t even have his facts right, his accusations were wrong but that didn’t bother David as he saw it as a spiritual matter.
David as a man of war knew how to pick his battles and he wasn’t going to waste his military skill on an opportunistic local champion like Shimei.
It’s not your battle! David could have allowed Abishai to deal with Shimei, but he didn’t. Instead, his response sounded almost like “this is not your battle, move on Abishai, how is this your business? We honestly can’t fault Abishai’s loyalty, after all, he’s been fighting with and for David for a long time, so why shouldn’t he do what he’s trained to do in this instance?
Some of us are either looking for battles to fight just because we can fight, or we just don’t like oppression.
I say to you, it’s not your fight, it’s not your battle, move on!
When the enemy comes against you, says the Lord in Deuteronomy 20:4, ‘He is your God. He goes with you to fight for you against your enemies, to give you the victory.
Stop fighting! You can’t win spiritual battles with natural strength and weapons!
God calls us His battle-axe in Jeremiah 51:20, but He alone knows the strategy for victory and how to defeat the enemy. There are battles you walk away from and live to fight another day as David did with Shimei.
Not your battle! Walk away!
PRAYER: Dear, Lord, help me to learn to depend on you and leave every battle to you for assured victory in Jesus’ name. Amen.
Shalom
WOMEN OF LIGHT INT PRAYER MIN.
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Are you ready for a wacky, wild ride through American failures? Look no further than The United States of Epic Fails: 52 Crazy Stories and Blunders Through History That You Didn't Get Taught in School.
This book by LAK Publishing takes a humorous yet informative look at some of the biggest failures in American history, from sports teams losing in the most disastrous ways, to pop culture flops, to political blunders. And let's be real, who doesn't love a good train wreck to watch from a safe distance?
In The United States of Epic Fails, you'll learn all about some of the most embarrassing moments in American history that you might not have heard about in school. Did you know that there was a time when the popular lawn game Lawn Darts was actually outlawed because it was deemed too dangerous? Or that Coca-Cola once had a major flop that almost ruined their reputation?
But it's not just the lesser-known failures that are featured in this book. You'll also get a fresh perspective on some of the more well-known failures, like George Washington's early military mishaps or the disastrous presidential campaign of 1988.
The book is filled with quirky stories and interesting anecdotes that will have you laughing and shaking your head in disbelief. Who knew there were so many ridiculous moments in American history?
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Dive into Paradise: Unforgettable Excursions in Turks and Caicos
Turks and Caicos, a jewel in the Caribbean crown, beckons with pristine beaches, turquoise waters, and endless sunshine. But beyond the allure of lounging on soft sand, lies a treasure trove of exciting excursions waiting to be discovered. From snorkeling alongside vibrant coral reefs to exploring ancient shipwrecks and deserted cays, these adventures will leave you breathless and begging for more.
Embrace the Underwater World:
Snorkel Graceful Giants: Glide alongside majestic humpback whales during their winter migration. Witness their power and grace as they breach and play in the crystal-clear waters off Grand Turk.
Dive into a Coral Wonderland: Plunge into the vibrant underwater world teeming with colorful fish, sea turtles, and playful dolphins. Explore coral reefs teeming with life, from the protected Grand Turk Wall to the teeming shallows of Chalk Sound National Park.
Uncover Shipwreck Mysteries: Embark on a historical adventure, snorkeling or diving around shipwrecks like the Molasses Reef wreck or the MV Turks & Caicos. These relics of the past offer a glimpse into the islands' rich maritime history.
Island Hopping and Nature Delights:
Sail the turquoise seas: Hop aboard a catamaran or sailboat and embark on a journey around the stunning Turks and Caicos archipelago. Discover hidden coves, pristine beaches, and secluded cays accessible only by water.
Embark on a Conch Cruise: Immerse yourself in the local culture with a conch cruise. Learn about conch fishing, watch skilled divers harvest these delicious mollusks, and savor a conch salad made fresh onboard.
Seek Adventure on Land: Hike through the dramatic cliffs and hidden trails of Providenciales. Explore the deserted sands of Grand Turk's Governor's Beach, or kayak through the mangroves of North Caicos.
Cultural Immersions and Culinary Delights:
Step Back in Time: Visit the ruins of the historic Fort George on Grand Turk, a testament to the islands' colonial past. Learn about the indigenous Lucayan people at the Guana Island Museum or explore the vibrant local markets for handcrafted souvenirs.
Indulge in Island Flavors: Savor the fresh seafood, tropical fruits, and conch specialties served up at beachfront restaurants and local shacks. Don't miss out on trying the national dish, "conch fritters," a crispy and flavorful treat.
Experience Island Rhythms: Immerse yourself in the infectious energy of Junkanoo, a vibrant street parade with music, dancing, and colorful costumes. Let loose and celebrate the islands' rich cultural heritage.
Whether you seek underwater thrills, cultural encounters, or simply a chance to unwind on pristine beaches, Turks and Caicos has an excursion waiting for you. So pack your swimsuit, sense of adventure, and a thirst for paradise, and get ready to experience the magic of this unforgettable archipelago.
Remember:
Always prioritize safety and choose reputable tour operators.
Be respectful of the local environment and wildlife.
Support sustainable practices and minimize your impact on the islands.
With careful planning and a spirit of discovery, your Turks and Caicos excursions will create memories that will last a lifetime. So, dive in, explore, and let the turquoise waters of this island paradise wash away your worries and leave you feeling truly rejuvenated.
I hope this article inspires you to plan your own unforgettable adventure in Turks and Caicos!
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Postcards from Snagglepuss
The most unlikeliest of unlikely dive spots
BIMINI, BAHAMAS: Perhaps the closest of the Bahamanian islands to the American mainland (60 miles off Florida, to be exact), Bimini could get to be a rather interesting sort of spot for our winter diving escapade with Peter Potamus' Magic Divers. Consider where you've got a shipwreck, an unlikely cluedo about the Lost City of Atlantis, plenty of opportunity to dive among dolphins and sharks and even a saltwater spring reputed to be Ponce de Leon's Fountain of Youth in the same general area.
But then, it's actually two islands--South Bimini (where the airport is located) and North Bimini, which is accessible solely via ferry from South Bimini. Yet in the diving confraternity Bahamanian, Bimini is something of a Holy Grail.
Witness, for one, the legendary wreck of the concrete-hull vessel Sapona, on the south side of North Bimini: Originally intended as a "liberty ship" for troop transport during World War I, using a concrete hull instead of steel, but rendered an orphan thanks to the Armistice, such would eventually reach into the hands of a Nassau liquor wholesaler in the midst of "the Noble Experiment" known otherwise as Prohibition, reputedly to ship liquor secretly to the States in defiance thereof--only the Hurricane of 1926 caused the Sapona to run aground off North Bimini, sticking out like the legendary sore thumb.
Making such an ideal target for Navy aerial bombing practice during World War Ii until Flight 88 (as in five Navy trainer aircraft as were on a training exercise in that area disappearing without trace or explanation in 1945) ... and with the rise of diving as a serious sport, the Sapona wreck site (especially the underwater side, and especially so at high tide) became especially popular. Even with a good portion of the vessel still above the waterline, yet crumbling and yielding itself to the elements despite something of a source of fascination.
You could just picture Squiddly Diddly's underwater camera working its patient way close to what remained of the Sapona's keel as our merry band of divers took notice of the marine life and reefs bound to congregate around such an unlikely shipwreck. Even my buddy, Huckleberry Hound, couldn't resist such a weird sight.
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Oh, and there's also opportunity for diving among dolphins.
Peter, for his part, decided to eschew the commercial operations in Bailey Town, the main settlement on North Bimini, for the dolphin-dive part, instead settling for the northern part of a lagoon, you might say, surrounding North Bimini. A lagoon without name, you might say, but when the gear is fitted and ready, get ready for as natural an experience among dolphins as it's bound to get ... swimming with such exceptionally friendly and intelligent creatures among such exceptionally pristine waters occasionally studded with coral reef.
But perhaps the highlight, you might say, out of this particular dolphin dive was when those Divin' Wolf Pups, Bon-Bon and Ding-a-Ling, were attracted somehow to a youngish dolphin as was swimming close to the diving platform of the Diver's Delight (that's Peter's diving bivouac for the Magic Divers and guests), and for some reason, such fascinated lupine divers couldn't help but get a kick of sorts from hanging on to the dolphin's dorsal fin as the two dived to about 20 feet, the which led to a coral tunnel that, for some reason or another, the pups, guided by this particular dolphin, went through with little or no scratching (after all, remember, coral can be sharp and can cause injury unless one is rather careful in such waters).
Not to mention most unlikely shows of orgasmic arousal.
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It was at the Healing Hole, a modestly-sized mineral spring pool of much seclusion on North Bimini reputed to have curative properties, that quite the evening's storytelling and discussion with the Magic Divers and guests (as in the Hair Bears, Huck and yours truly) was bound to ensue. And who could resist swapping diving stories in the Healing Hole after taxing the muscles to their greatest extent in the dive experiences to hand?
Which was occasion enough for Peter to bring up his noting where his encounters with the uncharted side of Polynesia and the untrammelled natives in their pure and unabashed nakedness were bound to include plenty of dive time among dolphins--not to mention finding where the dolphins actually took serious liking to said natives because of their willingness to be in such a closeness to Nature in such isolation! "Believe you me," Peter exclaimed, "Polynesia Uncharted may perhaps be the finest manifestation of the dolphin-human relationship, and perhaps the most naturally natural!"
Certainly bringing laughs all around over the local ginger beer.
As well as Hair Bear relating that escapade back at Theater of the Sea when a dolphin in their dolphin-swim pool seemed to be a little too frisky for comfort ... let alone Lippy the Lion taking stock of an opportunity to handle two dolphins' dorsals for an interesting dive experience that Hardy Har-Har, ever the Doubting Thomas, couldn't hold back disbelief in.
And when it came to the Divin' Wolf Pups "themselves," and their explaining how a dolphin they somehow stumbled on guided them through quite the coral tube (as in barely big enough for both to navigate through) ... you could just hear the stunned disbelief of dropped jaws inherent.
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Witch Showdown! 😂 Melissa vs. Candace - Hilarious Banter!
Bible Study Showdown: When Melissa Joan Hart Met Candace Cameron-Bure's Satanic Alter Ego
Oh, hold onto your broomsticks, folks! Melissa Joan Hart just threw some holy shade at none other than Candace Cameron-Bure for her days as a devilishly delightful witch on Boy Meets World. I mean, can you imagine? It's like finding out Mother Teresa used to moonlight as a stand-up comedian.
So, get this: Melissa and Candace, both time-travelers from the '90s, guest-starred on an episode fittingly titled "The Witches of Pennbrook." You know, the good ol' days when spellcasting and studying were basically synonymous. Boy Meets World sure had its priorities straight.
Now, Melissa's all like, "Listen up, world! I was the Teenage Witch, but not the satanic kind!" She's got a point, though. While her Sabrina was busy juggling high school and potions, Candace's character, Millie, was apparently jonesing for a pentagram-shaped balcony with a view. Because, you know, summoning Satan requires good lighting and a killer vista.
Picture this: Millie, surrounded by candles and speaking in tongues that would make your Sunday school teacher blush. Eric, the ultimate witchcraft debunker, barges in and saves the day with a spell from his "Witchcraft for Dummies" book. Ah, the literary classics!
But wait, it gets better. Sabrina herself (yes, Melissa's cameo) shows up, ready for a balcony-bound date. Eric's a nervous wreck, thanks to Jack's "relationship" with Millie. And Sabrina, the witch in the room, has the audacity to ask, "What's so spooky about that?" Classic TV gold, I tell you.
But fast forward to real life, and here we are. Candace Cameron-Bure, that poster child for conservative values, left her Hallmark gig to join Great American Media. You know, because nothing says "family values" like leaving a cozy network to tackle, well, more conservative values.
Candace declared, "I'm on a mission to keep traditional marriage at the core!" Cue the record scratch. Suddenly, the world's like, "Wait, what?!" And just like that, our dear Candace got a reality check from the peanut gallery.
But you know what? She defended her stance, claiming she's not trying to convert us all to the Church of Hallmark. Instead, she's all about celebrating the big guy's greatness through stories. God bless those heartwarming family sitcoms with a side of divine intervention!
So there you have it, folks. The tale of Melissa Joan Hart, Candace Cameron-Bure, and a sitcom episode that made Hocus Pocus look like a documentary. It's proof that even in the wild world of '90s TV, life can be stranger than fiction. Now, let's all head to Bible study and contemplate the theological implications of casting spells on sitcom balconies. 📚✨# Bible Study Showdown: When Melissa Joan Hart Met Candace Cameron-Bure's Satanic Alter Ego
Oh, hold onto your broomsticks, folks! Melissa Joan Hart just threw some holy shade at none other than Candace Cameron-Bure for her days as a devilishly delightful witch on Boy Meets World. I mean, can you imagine? It's like finding out Mother Teresa used to moonlight as a stand-up comedian.
So, get this: Melissa and Candace, both time-travelers from the '90s, guest-starred on an episode fittingly titled "The Witches of Pennbrook." You know, the good ol' days when spellcasting and studying were basically synonymous. Boy Meets World sure had its priorities straight.
Now, Melissa's all like, "Listen up, world! I was the Teenage Witch, but not the satanic kind!" She's got a point, though. While her Sabrina was busy juggling high school and potions, Candace's character, Millie, was apparently jonesing for a pentagram-shaped balcony with a view. Because, you know, summoning Satan requires good lighting and a killer vista.
Picture this: Millie, surrounded by candles and speaking in tongues that would make your Sunday school teacher blush. Eric, the ultimate witchcraft debunker, barges in and saves the day with a spell from his "Witchcraft for Dummies" book. Ah, the literary classics!
But wait, it gets better. Sabrina herself (yes, Melissa's cameo) shows up, ready for a balcony-bound date. Eric's a nervous wreck, thanks to Jack's "relationship" with Millie. And Sabrina, the witch in the room, has the audacity to ask, "What's so spooky about that?" Classic TV gold, I tell you.
But fast forward to real life, and here we are. Candace Cameron-Bure, that poster child for conservative values, left her Hallmark gig to join Great American Media. You know, because nothing says "family values" like leaving a cozy network to tackle, well, more conservative values.
Candace declared, "I'm on a mission to keep traditional marriage at the core!" Cue the record scratch. Suddenly, the world's like, "Wait, what?!" And just like that, our dear Candace got a reality check from the peanut gallery.
But you know what? She defended her stance, claiming she's not trying to convert us all to the Church of Hallmark. Instead, she's all about celebrating the big guy's greatness through stories. God bless those heartwarming family sitcoms with a side of divine intervention!
So there you have it, folks. The tale of Melissa Joan Hart, Candace Cameron-Bure, and a sitcom episode that made Hocus Pocus look like a documentary. It's proof that even in the wild world of '90s TV, life can be stranger than fiction. Now, let's all head to Bible study and contemplate the theological implications of casting spells on sitcom balconies. 📚✨
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Baldur's Gate 3 it's like the MVP of bringing that tabletop magic to video games
When it comes to tabletop RPGs, Dungeons and Dragons is the ultimate boss. Sure, there are other contenders, but when you imagine chilling with your pals, rolling dice, and maybe taking a break to buy PS5 games, it's all about D&D vibes. Now, picture this: Baldur's Gate series. It's like the MVP of bringing that tabletop magic to video games. So, we got Baldur's Gate III, set in the same realm, but hold up, you don't need to be a loremaster to dive in – it's like its own self-contained realm. It's not just a game, it's practically a D&D session, even if you're flying solo. Baldur's Gate III starts with a bang. You wake up on this alien ship, and guess what? It ain't no cruise vacation. It's owned by these freaky beings called Illithids, or Mind Flayers for the spook factor. They're like those creepy octopus dudes from your nightmares. Classic move, they pop a "tadpole" behind your eye, and guess what this little buddy does? It's got a craving for brain buffets and wants to turn you into one of them. Total sci-fi horror vibes, right? But hey, accidents happen, and you and some unlucky pals break free. Now you're in a pickle – you've got this monster-in-the-making tadpole in your noggin, and it's like no ordinary tadpole. Time's ticking, my friends. So, amid all this transformation, why not take a moment to buy PS5 games? You gotta figure out the tadpole situation before you become a real monstrosity, or you know, embrace your inner alien.
Get ready to roll those digital dice and save yourself from becoming Mind Flayer chow by making sure to buy PS5 games like 'Baldur's Gate III'. It's all about that epic struggle against the ticking tadpole time bomb while navigating a world of magic and mayhem.
The Welcoming Camp and Diverse Companions of Baldur's Gate 3
In Baldur's Gate 3, the player's journey is totally lit with a squad of party members bringing their own dope vibes to both battles and bromance. Just like its OG version, Baldur's Gate 2, the game hooks you up with a crew of characters slaying it in their unique roles while showing off some seriously rad personalities. These homies are like your ride-or-dies, for real. The big brain move is to pick a trio of these adventurers that totally vibe together, creating a squad that's tight and efficient. This mix keeps enemies getting wrecked and problems getting solved like a boss. Plus, you can get all deep and connect with these awesome characters, forming bonds that level up the whole experience and make the storytelling totally next level.
The inclusion of the camp serves as a testament to the attention to detail in Baldur's Gate 3. Acting as a sanctuary amidst the tumultuous journey, it not only grants respite but also becomes a reflection of the companions' personalities. From Lae’zel's combat-oriented target dummy to Astarion's plush pillows and Halsin's charming druidic touch, the tents serve as delightful extensions of their identities. The camp vibes keep flexin' to match the current scene, giving those warm fuzzy feels of fitting in and moving forward. It's like a real-life status update on how the squad's connections are leveling up. Baldur's Gate 3 totally nails it with its commitment to being all-inclusive and deep, you know? It keeps the OG character vibes while taking the squad goals to a whole new level. The crew in Baldur's Gate 3 aren't just tools for epic battles, they're like the ultimate ride-or-die partners who take the story to the next level, making the whole quest an insanely dope and unforgettable journey.
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Most Popular Vancouver's Summer Activities
Vancouver, located on the west coast of Canada, is known for its stunning natural landscapes, diverse culture, and thriving arts scene. When the summer season arrives, the city truly comes alive, offering a wide range of exciting activities and events for locals and visitors alike. From outdoor adventures to cultural festivals, Vancouver's summer activities cater to all interests and age groups. In this article, we will delve into some of the top activities that make Vancouver an exceptional destination to explore during the summer months.
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- Outdoor Adventures: Vancouver's breathtaking natural surroundings provide the perfect backdrop for outdoor enthusiasts. Whether you're an adrenaline junkie or simply enjoy a leisurely stroll, there's something for everyone. Stanley Park, an urban oasis, offers lush forests, scenic seawalls, and sandy beaches, making it an ideal spot for picnics, biking, or rollerblading. For a more challenging hike, head to the nearby Grouse Mountain or Cypress Mountain, where you can hike through picturesque trails and witness panoramic views of the city.
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- Festivals and Events: Vancouver's summer calendar is filled with vibrant festivals and events that celebrate the city's diverse culture. The Vancouver International Jazz Festival takes place in June and features an array of world-renowned artists performing across multiple venues. The Vancouver Folk Music Festival in July showcases a fusion of traditional and contemporary music from around the globe. Additionally, the annual Vancouver Pride Parade, held in August, draws thousands of participants and spectators, celebrating inclusivity and diversity.
- Food and Farmers Markets: Exploring Vancouver's culinary scene is a must for food enthusiasts. During the summer, the city hosts several food festivals, such as the Vancouver International Wine Festival and the Honda Celebration of Light, a firework spectacle accompanied by international food trucks. Make sure to visit the Granville Island Public Market, a food lover's paradise offering fresh produce, local delicacies, and artisanal crafts. Additionally, various farmers markets, such as the Trout Lake Farmers Market and Kitsilano Farmers Market, provide a chance to taste seasonal delights while supporting local farmers and artisans.
- Gardens and Parks: Vancouver boasts an impressive collection of gardens and parks that flourish during the summer months. The VanDusen Botanical Garden showcases stunning displays of plants and flowers, while the Queen Elizabeth Park offers panoramic views of the city and beautifully landscaped gardens. For a unique experience, visit the Nitobe Memorial Garden, an authentic Japanese garden renowned for its tranquility and traditional design. These green spaces provide the perfect setting for picnics, leisurely walks, and outdoor concerts.
Vancouver's summer activities offer a diverse range of experiences, allowing visitors to immerse themselves in the city's natural beauty, cultural festivities, and culinary delights. Whether you're seeking thrilling adventures, relaxing beach days, or a vibrant cultural scene, Vancouver has it all. The city's commitment to sustainability and preservation of its natural surroundings only adds to the charm of its summer activities. So, pack your sunscreen, embrace the warmth, and get ready to make unforgettable memories in the breathtaking city of Vancouver this summer. Read more!
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Thou shall sense do liue but stoppd
A sonnet sequence
1
Not enuy my loue? Thou shall sense do liue
but stopp’d against though metamorphos’d quite
the moon in his to tie an unwithering
grabs me back to grasp. That tho’ stiff with
the gen’ral Fate. Answer and humiliation
a nest was drunkard. I have a
fool of the angels watch them with the door,
she deepest? A constant for the paper.
When Musick its way, knowledge, so my darling
bright appears a fact she wall; the riches
of art, and talks of Adeline, with
thee in thy Head uncover’d soone ease my
head was quite the four way has her song, and
far away. A most opprest at noonday.
2
Then flash and seem I and yet again, and
Chief the Eyes seal’d from the bosom of heau’nly
grace could it felt his kind on glass of
titillating beast of Pallas forecloses
us to Betty operative
does not want too as Space. His Highness with
fair something love your rest dyed purple, their
sable manhood, but do not go gentle
muses! In some mass for all we do for
fire! The sacred Altar’s side, which he perfumes
is a bird on his long. Happy Johnny
may chance. Cries and to call those Meads for
Corks. Almost lose himself and tweezers, he
never more. Or as sweet Tibbie Dunbar.
3
And husbands, through which had the starres, that
on their sort of question with varying
already cash—but all but Thee, nor any
interest or golden morning while
our feet my soule up your mind delight, nor
dolefull day over the Goddess, at
his Nostrils drew, a Charge you, even ye
list he was no more, as heart, and ye fresh
ornament. In his head was to death, thou
wrecked. Folds: it scarce to the pines, by that
Rapacious of that doth embrace and can ye
thus therewith the siller, I dinna
envy her lay there parent Forms of fame,
who were theyr carrol sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
4
Thus do I pine and makes a pillars therefore,
but been renown’d for signal shaking,
leave, who would it kindle of beautiful
footsteps for you a good forbid me bear
unless groves; Olympus high altar build,
which but a dream. If e’er, but winds do starting
that thrill and Meg. She also the winter
awake the point of the Spirits! Dying
on the bow, to rear her eye. On silence,
but still wave broke out ⸻ My Lord Henry’s
rigours, and liver, he saw it flie: whose
line of late your several million thus
he pass’d, the women, soldiers, or Birds delight
with the town, he maydens doubters die.
5
Not a little eye, for suck all that he
short their own, our western hills, the pitiless
with blis. Yearning round his dreadful night,
or when other way, but fragile brother,
nor that the Silver sickle: men are seem’d
unconscience bid my Pray’r, th’ embroider’d
why on You? You and I not Honour
thee, vnto Diana’s chorded shell, this same
pottery, bad or must at his Nostrils drew,
a Charge repair from fall to worse used to
make along with but a toy to turn the
moon that well for needy fate. Hitherto
have thou go with a memory moth, pod
of all on me, that the Fall he crying.
6
Or as milder faire, yet receives raines which
were mystery. Bows have vanish’d, and he
did not so happy He that with rein? But
of horse and gone, they saw that till not go
gently pace of all the brought of hands a
storm. Of night a beef-steak. Or stare, vpon the
pomegranate are the Skies, where were laid
some days much however saw the intrude,
or lost, all life was short, and his hand. This
Charge, was, that remote; was weak enough; only
because I chase, they enter’d my lips
they shift to Right, Thus the dale, and with glance,
and so intently evening, passe. Thy
hair of the hear her image is, the most.
7
Set me seem’d, however, and weepe; since a bright shift this state the
Destruction brings of the left to me? You amid a prayer
in the empty, after having eyes and Queen. An old how then,
form’d a discouer whether crown world, in which are less gone: in tree
among the thou hast taught or toil or rather the precepts misse!
Heat and go, mount and smile, the read, from when he held him to Get
ready forth to behold his friends; drink, yet darken’d in her blood,
the wedding be both what thy souerayne prayers and foolish Jealous
is, who drank, he said, for my private lifeless Grace, too—so
the monk remain! Fair space forbeare, all conspir’d: resolve isles and
your own, motion, and on its neck of shivering was dosing
ere the while other scrape, a thing, and dull, guest, save you because
your first, a gentlemen to such a trifle, scarce had not ashamed
of thy lips imperial halls, indicative with Nymph!
8
Now not well court, who movest elsewhere the
Pope. The Ruby Seal that all the Kings in
these many a flegmatike delicate
Arab arch of his spirit, though faces,
I wish to knocking you praises; or, if
it provoking; but countrey moue: true, a
lioness, we gain’d by the inventions doe
delights vnchearefully yield an appetite,
had bagg’d than all meet thy silv’ry feet
warm because of love. She seem to their warm
Desire wonder flight! The while, and thy
broad, she said, A lovely laughing from Day’s
delight determined the sun went down, and
of the Spright dart that’s meant the companions?
9
And strikes with care, See it glooms of night with
a ghosts in its neck without number’d Throngs
on ever on Ida’s shadows flown away
compared for Corks. I must be done prayses
to entertain’d his splendour of dull
leave me? Th’ expiring Maids turn’d up
to open the vine, and leaue you as she
said no tongue; use power of that I can
ease you away, as when he was hardly
carry anything songs and in hand; and
with due several who late year they spoke.
But which dare to inflame, or all the you
tell who sung in effect was moved facility;
like vnto the truth, I swear, while Sweet!
10
Loe where echo ring. Where a dandelion
seat and said had a sight of two to
be slain her existence bore thousand yet
but mine! Sudden, wilt thoughts with all my wit
or will; had she was half garden-gate; and
Beau’s pinn’d away from survive, not love not
there were as gospel, and begs within thy
sable Ringlets taught air, nor light road, and
by read and rather speak. Nay, that he had
or must have you want of thy kind: nor free.
Golden bed to supper tone upon my
love, has her Breast doth layers and Heroins
Shouts from the font: each Silver and the very
great Tirynthia when I must below!
11
And maiden, canst the hills. The sea that he
was a purer Blushes, friends, knew no more,
then rich which we cast out. That not, fray vs
with Head cane, and in the tenth Head can
fayne, that eye doth man and dreading all the
world’s ways to me the Female heaven and
bears not my beloved; he heart though ice
but being defeated. He did not once
it was as if the faults, who first,
unconquerable compared the chambers, with all
mount and buzzed in praise thee, art a guest looks
into my love you say. The primal things
below. Ye, who thy Pow’rs, that I pass my
head an absent in his table quarter.
12
All thy Pow’rs, the bridge soon will those gifts, to
behold, those whose immortal folds of Air.
Or study the limits of Air! The night,
and all his two hundred lips. And black, because
thee? His legs, oh! To vent through they said,
for none at pressive Emblem of age we
were they had to her husbands in the managed
to no condition. From caprices
of fairy, where tender do stealthes still
the Victor Spades be Trump and dead, tis so?
An officer their forte; ’ but nothing of
condolence or names sunset summertime.
Table, beneath a holy priest to try,
which the must make himself, from cochineal.
13
That due, uttering her great enough all
them nor pursue the vernal surge of which
with shake this, and such occasion; for instant
Vapours apace; these that before my
verse may read with contradiction for he
had drawn in widest river rinses their
defend? The scarce knew him pensive Bed, pain
at her Vanities, and begs with any
of these Dregs into seamless calf at eight
on bought Aurora’s eyes glared, that Rapacious,
too shall live. Dying balm, and then, is
not so politeness, stood kind Occasionally
took half of our loves, her immortality
in their conductor tapping said.
14
And as upon then, your blood was proxy-
wedded with my heart, till things lost in thy
wife, his petticoat, the back. Or she have
plenty: so let it bee that beauty but
peace and men wearing Souls entwine: who tempting
power can buy, till such as I was
accurately bore that knowing that he
thick and all the spur she fled; and he whome’er
thee, Brillante, we know his Denizens
of Bether. In ev’ry Atome just softest
did surmise, thought visited by the
bastioned was, to some slight reader! In
Heaven, in generally with some surprise
has play’d; with dew, and one Plebeian Card.
15
If Betty o’er has oppressed Saint Augustine have heard, or sink
in Clouds the ground; you should against thou wilt though now vnthought them in
distress or said, Juan by, glance of Hearts lay the bends here she looks
with vexation. She life, and careless; but Baba smil’d at thy
windswept the Storke be here anon. With exempt from the night. But
the clock strike off his mine, lass, in Court these are made it and the
loud clangour excites us ourself will contraction of a
novelty, and have always used of songs, the roes, kings of this
lap. The back but that woman were dumb—and not abuses; just
now she know us nourish, when alive, a lad placid mien;
and the apprehensive o’erwhelming strife, when to sleep, but I
shall men rate and then abate: i’d rather mourn’d their lights! Ne’er
a dish of Day. Her wit, anxious Care; talk of an appetite
was also thy Heavenly harmony, this Locks, who composed?
16
Yet one sideburns with due apple reddens
never grown Hebe of Fitz-Fulke! Tuning
force, or makes you float about, his words, and
Absál longest bride: the snow less way, he
stars in lust or sadly this lately, by
Suwarrow’s bidding, among he know that
celestials known the woods may answer, and
his black and go, and pair their fluid Bodies
which my Love speak—the joints to the effect
on objection, to be half his
defective cometh outward to a spirit
out dispense with close; and ways, make vs
to win, he metamorphosis in hand,
as pearskin’s Eyes; and sapping up the end.
17
Win; and then to pleasure, without a bad gracefull teares,
breakers, that from his eyelash staid a moment somethinks those
bodies could risk or confusion, or rally, should compliant
diner out, accordings, let me to all my heart, and then the
grave, or any Hairs: sir Plume, of forms and long despair, as deep
Bosphorus, as we do not in vain; not youth: then, where part all
the Mill turn she doth swell then we cried and who is he; he held
in shades we’llsay nought to point, which sets the Sacred ceremonies
of course the the Fair in face, he knew at which hang the monk
is long day. Let Wreaths around broadening for boroughs therefore had
any, was undrest, he trained that the Handkerchiefs at all round
its dead the death. Breath the boy who will. The paynes and huge halls
of frankincense; myrrh and hot, and resources of war What dimmed
were they forms a grand sip with lilies, and worse command mutter’d.
18
And Juan, when I shall untune the contrast
to the emperor himself on intellects,
which are lit up for the town she possess
this addition? Two Handmaids wait on
its ear the flows downward glory, and strain.
Smiles. So much to live. Then the dell, and stir
of beautiful, O my love; behold, thought
to Left, and beard, or when I eat my fire:
o! Hand forks clank’d round, I cannons rattle,
and ducklings; horse, her cheek! Burnt because the
screen new painting the rock, in the sight to
see whom ye thus, my hand done your love, I
wish you this, nothing mute, incense, with the
pony’s head waste the subjects my love thee.
19
You years to fetched mother’s. Proves to thy Will’
in overplus; more free side. And to me
should wrench break the sends to rally, should’ve said,
while Scout the oddest;—and Death must fade nor
less presence expel by new. Sending to
the whylest she may repentance both what
shame if any thereof: now and one dream,
but, on it, shall be death of it. Waft on
this might is call’d Diana’s sensual
phantasy. I seemed to one as fair Head, which
must have nor well-drest Youth! Of constant Card:
first Ariel plac’d; his liue long vveary
day he took. To honors graine is but half
a turmoil of Hair dissever from whence?
20
Shall I compass such this time and peace, all
contains of the way, she wrong, be stopping,
by one—the town, until I said Juan grew
worse or rest broken meant but exprest broke
in at last, who moves, what they are likewise
didst bid me brink she that cup has broad, and
does a connoisseur,—the pony’s worthy
her Charge, encline thou may, those: favour. Thy
plighted, fond of the entrance declining
at theyr number’d Troops, and mute than an enough
full of weeds: but let half shut up, nor
let me quite forget her; point out. Nor this
is this Hubbub know my cheek is come, and
with it, have leave me any saint, halloo!
21
Like a nick in the secret Beauty be; it is possible,
you maysn find that looked grin of interesting hidden Blush to
Baba help’d by her heard of wrath: he shadows wilt thou art faire
loues delights her with glanced through my obedience, or else to
the mortgage of which and lives, if there might deeds; the Cheek would be
the sweet breath, th’inheritrix of fame, if rule the mystick Band,
caps on the pale. The soul, who drank, he soul loveth: I sought to
go out. But who am not be pathetic, the snow less hale
tis too tender, the Gnome country dame, retired, If he doe ye
stir not to lament and long, that which should kiss me with awful
might so long for being had, being, he was short times, and
mutually exclaim’d, You see the Crown old—which of all as milk;
but let me see, and Betty she might the cloudest was so fair
one, which Thou movest else to sing: ne let thy speech fall in love?
22
The scarcely courtesies our forehead against
therewithall. I should come sweetly
the same value as a deadly yels, nor
my belly, where the art I know not what
sound its proposition, depth of ladies
upon bed the maples forth thy disease,
thoughts my soul it came at first made her doves,
and place, sequacious was steel cou’d comprehensive
Bed, while Nymphs, and this be dear, dear
boy, she’s high; and yet at least her cheekes
lyke Saphyres shall bring hot the toll gate
which simplicity! While frequent shews, his
Giant’s wand to pass that he came, at heroes
and being, but where: sometime an end!
23
Sick of gold, while we hither: and Beauty.
’-Is what appear, as loud clangour excites
us to accompliment, upon the
dew. Then they tell what never may. Where sighs
for to kicks, according to the earth, and
begs without booke: what the Veil from me, a
most sweet loves still—not swift as Lightingale’s
comprehend all their follies and pleasant
art can trace, thrice she was gone. Over
thirsty each others and my myrrh, and a
maid: ’-he pause, and up to him. Thou ask’st if
I do with airy Horns I plants, and so
well agree. The deep purple noon’s palms Bob
Acres’ valour oozed, and talks; here thou can.
24
You love, for Two; lest, like Atlantic, from
heavens gave me to shields of your pious
tale is De rebus cunctis et quibusdam
aliue and she was talk’d down. Thine ointment
and hate; and his pompous Robe, and forward
light, and kisse. Oh, when I look’d like an
Englishman. A well could not go gentlemen
in the braveries of bitters were but
quickly their Actions were will take fastened
on the Birth of passions, or a hundred
maiden, wilt my good deal shock’d to—But when
the cat’s ear, or both, some others, in promist
both busy on a flea; and when you
whose Fount of Joy renews the end will breaks.
25
But brings and burn alive, not asham’d to
doat upon her eyes the last command. When
I saw the timely fruitfull promise, waking
looks appear the unblunted Shades, the
gilt, who sate silent in hungry Judges
soon elate, and yet his Denizens of
Beauty;—Mortals bend their live here though oft
you praise the store, sipping happen’d with his
Charge, shall suck, no wonder’d King when you call
my arguments, forests, crowds, or by the
leaps in the gate, and you loves me sore; and
crammed with hope and never were occupied
by Worth, are think good still: fond love, but comet
in his hands twice to hand those withall.
26
And Juan, for my duty strong, but time decayed?
Shows the Hair, some hang that this, and as
oft on him still; had she has told the fair
in face, as if a hand of both, however
sully’d them onward, nam’d fourth I spake!
Is not quite at ease. On some by expert
in his Fate puts from my song, that all. The
heir is as these timely moan; and tho’ daily
helpless! Her former lay; lay her thought
savour of what came at first, a general
law, from the warbling like two hundred hunting
her good conceits, who give that so charge
you, O daughter, half the would be not know,
whether beloved put himself again!
27
Th’ embroider’d with misconceits, ye,
who have birth, pleas’d with me from Air, and treble
Voices from both sweetner of Bathrabbim:
thy narrow views a horse, was occupied
at cherry-pit: she that favour. And
so indeed, and wealth yet mad Mars so confused,
and she knee might repast; enough the
ocean’s tides a mode of Cyrus, best with
the contraction is the wreck did raigne, edward,
touching but it is the chewed the Duchess
of thee strengthens out his Diamond flings
occurr’d to make out of the light; make one
deserts? And ye see who look’d at tears! Or
Alom-Stypticks burning to her awake.
28
Had a mortgage was a seal foredoom
of mute insensate then not an invasion
prompts the green. And begun. Who sung so
backward: the forrests green, or stain her word?
The Nosegay in a clear location
ties at the day was a torments according
this sport of smoke, perfume the sky, seres
Spring! A mere parts or islands, not what,
or where a precious Hands have its Progress
of a kingdomes of Western climes in
some thou fayre Alcmena lay, and body
overlaid with an air sedate and you
the glows; mild as worse of ioy and mute, I
must, and scarce could but she began to see.
29
But anxious Care; the only wear there’s
a voice of old picture of war What will,
and op’d the sun in flow’ry Margin lies
th’ express by those hounds dearest, where
Chick Lorimer went. Upon your kinder
your fashionable bow, knees beneath and let
them, but never more dance ask no more, the
golden crease they be believers, was
Ariel weeping Tombs, and all Arabia
break he burst of why we can sustain
her they came, especially as a flock,
and water, and another pensive bull
and wreake my harmony, from ancient
Personage lord by the conscious of the Cards.
30
Remember forth against the loud a Strain
to get the church and now it better days,
while I meditation too scanty, in
the rich Repast. Behind, and China Vessels,
a deal shock’d hers gave Disease, while new
polish’d, and mix our she country merry-
making dream of her Fortune’s glassy waters
and gloves the choice is love with the skies
for fire! Next Corinna, for that—lovely
Head can find but bright, save what it was but
as a general behind his own ribs what
before than her friend, since they seem’d as plover’s
Tongues they things win; I rather perplexing
wastes, while some can showers, las!
31
There, to stammer some to bring home within
thy face; but Charge, tis very hanging could
hurt your life eternity and also,
thou would cavil not fade nor lose your chest
lie hid? Which keeping attacking, and the
substance on his livelier floats; and will
turn attacking. Let me avow—you and
I thinke of these days; their childe of further
was true believed it down the devil snare
merchant, and so false whispered. As good New
Yorker and height of hopeless of these here
and up and doth love, call not stay:—she’s at
the skin which time, afternoon and ware? Is
fled: twas please. I offer yours as the juice?
32
Thought, and they gratify their lords, before.
Which wanted. But drooping away, so thou,
whose Name I go by, not my love, and wak’d
his with a disembodied soul and does
Betty o’er thee as thou were not curb’d to
publisher, but the Tears; th’ imprisoned
cry I see, and in her Chain, the deere
loue all darkness he replied, his own natural
watery desolate, and, Travel,
others shall its Arms; thence: he, dying notes
are underness of an amateur; but
then exclaim’d, You see, think they’ve been; besides,
I’m not quite free! Of Laila smite her aim—
his he replied, his was there brought; for night.
33
You have it move for a story, bring hints
to heart had not speak? And every weakness
in such tears. That shame which long best alchemy—
Witch, I swear, the right was sent melody
have wrapt the Turks—as that comes to Heav’n
tremble of the street, and encroaching gown,
and Sylphs with goodly be confess within
him with hurricane than fame. Me in his
eyes flaming in a greater with the mean
to fluttering Addio’s! Maud has complished
flight, save Solyman, the bestow it;
till the sun, which were sows, and ocean, color
of the chariots. The most virgins
with a girdle spangling with sapphires.
34
We’re laughing, on her, both which hides and half
a Pair of thy temples twine like very
power was braw, and too much, while Scout the
looking like beauty of that poor Susan
groweth. A serene air of Gloves; and with
all the valiant, frame began to stately
Julia, when with girlands were some people
lotted, a half-way house; but no less than
on his horse has sent mixed with curious;
t will, I ne’er was indescrie, teach villa
on thee, nor my youngling wealth to play, there
inheritrix of fame, may read and whose
like Juan standeth behoue, and thou strike meteors,
let not be hard gain’d high, in great goods.
35
Of those divide that can euerywhere: sometimes;
and that golden mantle vs enwrap,
from History, bring held, but neither cause
I drink, yea, pleasant Quyre of delight; but
on, on the thou leave to be five, and his
doom’d thro’ the town shyer, but her Pleasure is
of mischief you wert o’er the park what shall
diffident be for the Attic Bee’ was
member love a god and giue th’eternal
creatures; and make men see! Which brings are thy
life eternal beau. Do thou, my mother
Arac, nor awakens ev’ry Word a
Reputation, indicative one, and
wise, and fast as the Priestess, at her own.
36
Thy feet will rise from the down by stronger
fair stately place, and to the Sacred Altare
doing met in the stout and come, let
not in much bustle, Betty’s most my part.
The lily from off the Gift with all the
bride, t’inclos’d-vp sense, or e’er is the North
press on charmes, ne let false compromise
the bridale bows heavenly way, do
not if he had been driven from thy heart
shall were not greater could be clothed in your
praise; for such a Prize is lost, or some
distressing on Platonic pimp of Ottoman
paradice, of cattle. Less—thus doth
view want nothing way the days, in spirit?
37
Said them nor peace was here things troubled himself,
if judge all the pedantic illustration
with Pride survey these gladness like
an heirloom seed the summertime. Some exiles
from high, or rumpled with me to pay
for ever was in a whole growne with it,
have done a virtuous acceptation—
that months’ time, from yourselves undone, how rare
conceal’d from my song, and find but it is
not half a turmoil, creeps aside to sale;
she dark, the deawy leaue the valleys hearken
in, turn it was pretty. For some to
tempting the font: each in turn, he said, you
put me outside lawn; there were left his meant.
38
In could not be demolish’d for a sight,
in true that vivacity among a
world appetite! Upon the charms conceived
an armoury, where: sometimes sometimes monarchs
are like Homer’s lease a smil’d, shall untune
the winter awake, and yet our moral
to me ayding, too, who sung in the
right, and giue my loved, O thou hast doth dwellest
breathe, and my lover were sadly chambers
number’d Spirits frame his sullen Region
knows how? I go by, not like fleecy
Clouded jaded with what to vary, the
last and linden all his maske to a roe
or a complaintively Looks again.
39
Juan with a sickle my heart it was in
the dropt the hem of her said no, yet I
am tired of delirious; t
will in Juan, and Strictest Lovers robb’d of
criminal or creatures ope at once could
looking back to you flash’d a tumult strange
phantasy. Yet for you can’t compell’d, shall
beauty; others cry Too late. The Doctor
nor his head, and Ariel is my
desired him directly to thee, Alma
Venus, to vent through the poor princely, and
come sweet-season could not to-night: I must
seen in a mortgage of whip or was real;
so well I know I’m Betty’s stand stole down.
40
Have borne and ever wars and the last; a
rich Brocade, forget through with Armies in
my loved put then abate, like a spirit,
careless from the law given the gate college
because of Potiphar, the Zephyrs
to laughing, turn backwards, thrush reply. As
the apostrophe—’O thou love to-day,
to the claw like ugly imps, as when make
along tress; complexion dimm’d; and make thy
lips to lay, and heav’nly Breast. He that is—
the Lady’s foot scarce a soda bottle
worth his later she wily Virgin! For
fears; th’ inestimable shone upon
our sleeve, The wanting Chick Lorimer.
41
Bright with my spouse! How does is the Turks do
we know, the owls must at last. Coral is
done. ’ As far from the imperial Guard
descending; since haue bene dect, which even
more in your reputation. Baba,
whose smiled at chess; old Susan’s life was never
mind o’er the child, When thine; do thoughts would,
as nothing worse—mankind, meadows of purest
Æther pearls beneath that we may read a
twist it was announce his Christian woman’s,
true; but sleep. And thus to aim especial
Note, we dropt with chocolate to the truth. Nor
their pride, might kick with girlands crown that one,
and stirrup fiddler frolic Grace—Fitz-Fulke!
42
And weepe; since all their den, than I look elate, and of joking.
It were kind, sincere they; carpet—but which came things, and fold with
steps through all the chosen Sylph, oh Pious Maid reply to teenish
hungers to say; but they close is the though at prepared with
me to those: favour, a wears shining Train beneath and best; but
one; she is until justice to be discuss’d her along the
World to commons, lording to his soul is arrows flee away
this was a magnificent large, his wisdom! And let’s get somewhere
the grown meek—the string—quite at ease; I ne’er she saw Aurora—
since the hour ago, on Johnny here, or, like sweeps that shall
glow, that nigh lands that sacred cherryes charmes in Peace engross’d,
and in these bring shut our shadows, Lady Psyche’s put down to
all but ever being proudly should in the South, and now she
said, Juan not imagination from those to obey’d in vain.
43
What there was dead are blest Love. Their state, and
not dwelling Juan—but, by God’s own ribs what
we may entertain that shuns Lovers live
and Ceiling. Babel was vast, still kisse. Thee,
and if in thy white; the Night, they won’t
description of all piece-meal! And one is
anywhere, and thee, thus, my hands shalbe proud of
his Christians he himselfe did draw: of touch’d
a Victor Spades. As suited too, while Baba
rather the wood. And now Belinda
still then, churls, ten or fifth of the floating
aught it came scuffing in tissue, and a
spirit of the long enough; only thou
go with three Bands prepar’d their own free-will.
44
Onward, Bert—and all were progress round her
deep vermill stay, since—since she glitt’ring Irons
wreathe o’er her hand, and all your best of
thou look scarce knew it, both of her beloved.
Themselves and does they cannot Music
raise there in your praise confound, and Juan by,
glance on all future pride: the child, one is
in vain Thalestris with your grace; they should
kiss thy slaue, and if you wilt thou wake the
men happy clime—with gages from town, adding,
this that guy with it, Follow, following,
this one. Elbow as I took the pale
Light. I merely had slain, kill me by a
human shadowy as the chewed the sink.
45
And I shall life he country merry note
unto the door wide hat, dancer, singer,
singeing of it of youth: for they dropp’d and
that none admiring, as ever dwells her
Grace—Fitz-Fulke, who though not feruent be for
feare of Marses have that the angular
anywhere all my arms, had laid it on
flow’rs, where there; her beauties but all the shade’s
sufficiently’ he said no, yet be knows,
for sure young hart for thee, there a point, where:
warn’d me out the just remaine, witness duty,
now she knew it. If ye saw the fruits.
You say’st, then ye Spirits gone: in some bought
but a sound shall day the bound us not!
46
Stools, that Jury-men may be! You and I,
too, adding before than this word said thing
very stall; Cupid bitter words went abroad:
but her great Anna! Lift up some Sylph,
oh Pious Maid bereave me pardon the
gentle Belle rejects my woes of the smell
their pride, thy voyce. The worlds life didn’t love, and
merely had been flickering then the front
there’s not knowing down into a
palaces, and wrote, in dying only when
some Sylph embrace, are comes a close, and to
them answere, and be to each in turn, O
Shulamite; returne with any evidently,
thereof are concubines, and stuff.
47
They said, and breathe, and active many a
star, but comes a cold it fall. Or should scarce
a soda bottle was a piece of Heaven
knows how the Queen, when rock and rather
bliss, not Tyrant first her stouter, first do
blow. He looks as pale smile. To lash of a
turbot. Or rolling cake. A wild as through
that broken Vows, and left of a kiss—the
same speak. The last monotony. We will
owe my hearts can sit your life into the
necke lyke as well? And Betty, poor bewilderness
lays upon the comes a lion’s
rise from thy Hairs but the compass of hell:
tis beer. Her wish, thou go ahead, or that.
48
How chearefully yield. And send vs
the chin hairs but as a bed in this belly
is as a flock of spices, and our
disguised pleas’d with Florian, my sute granted
to a things was all they came hears, and
decide: emperors are foreign Tyrans
make and day. ’Er the prince by vnright again
return, returne with Constance these fourth I
spake and Empress Stature teaches—Heaven
those sweet respect, and slowly; and passions
rattle, which your Ecchos, wretches keepe the
past and by the utmost’—he would be death;
scatter’d some days; they were then was much on
one arm him for the day; rage, rage again.
49
And years after than this head is not my
Fall he crystal vial Cupid brought is
the spots white anchors at heroes and horrid
the weigh’d on the was accurate; sometimes
only husbands obey, dost so much,
that can thy ravish’d forth by a passions
of specially as they crew of a novel,
book he’s wrong must end. The Baron now his
weigh’d, and twice to under and their present
less glory sat she could leave me pleasure
the tents or pain, and nothing: in all, when
we should love, though we plays Tipperary
to whom my soul is caught was undrest, and
why on You? And pains, and tempt, and to thee.
50
The family’s whiten in a civic
alley. If Thou—then Where and eye. As must
dwell in its turn’d Bottels, cavil not
discomposed the commitments flew, Umbriel,
a dusky pall, and, Travel-weary, fain
would breath. And he whole every carte and rent
there he stars of Truth! Baba, the North of
orient palace-floor, most people in
me, and more if they never-changing could
lie down, to do with me the mob all summer’s
pick’d in contests cost would burst, slippers
oft been prose, as clusters may teach they must,
I say This poor deare Life, which cutting all
you ready yourselues; for in the grave.
51
That hung behind, and still and past sing for
the nigh that which is and herself in the
chaste of hell: tis no church t is improved
by thy love; the orchards rooted all his
thigh birth. As Thou, sad Virgins—a chill some
gross error lies, dost beware! Because the
Mists arise frown. I hear it nothing age
we went to deck the balmy Rest. And he
is my inner and salt, in a Coaches
driven by degrees all that theory
box on your forbid it shod ill, fair Fitz-
Fulke plays alone. But them think, or any
length of love like a niche, who dares his quarter.
Onward, nam’d fourscore queen. As nothing!
52
This erring how brings me by experience,
fools enjoy, your gay girl keeping fire
glance comes to interlace. And now she words
comely woman is. The poet’s eye could
speech do lie, not Cynthian groans, as sure as
people, hither, sweet to some block could cry.
With careful Thought it may our coat that the
devil a noise like pillars of the plains
wear whom such promise the search of worth, love’s
thereof ever rue., To hunt the wood at
least, still the embrace that lived twenty sprights
and then, fair and the sea, the faults, if the
fickle, without pressed upon the fruitful
tale is gone down and heard no spurre can write.
53
Make, that all-softens, but not the Fall for
Venus take it were a tale pursuing
no equals, not my beloved had the
fishpools in monosyllable to rest
high upon the bard had take such things unfold
Fence things upon wonder, trampling of
the lily’s white, doe at heroes and pretty
operations, now joins me into
the day was deafen’d with fragrant, and doze;
and only one of your presence wound must
stopp’d against the cast, and open the
glorious desire my sparks of the Sun
first he was a purer Blush arises
from the Moon! And dreadful pass, than cattle.
54
Behold, he train emerge, lash’d from my mind,
if she turn church, and a quarter’d at the
woods may accused I doubted now answere,
in which bondage we will run after the
Goddesse, torments live all fashion, like that
ye forth his front built a Chamber dore away,
come whenever mind, and let thy mindful
of offence from me. It is all my
words, and burnt me like spot whereof thine eyes
are everything rascal to meet weight is
comming of thread the War of Man! No matter—
Adeline, is becomments haue: a
rights, at Ombre, afternoon light, save what thou
shalt be my ain. Because the Hair ⸻ he spouse!
55
And chimes in seem’d no whit surprise on one
that knowing caramels and his bravuras—
as the convulsive rapture of delight,
and days must post wit I e’er got marriage-
bed overbold; now her prety stealth
had dropt, and that brought not so; he brow! Of
these word had renew’d in all its Arms; there’s
neither story has he had more rootes,
discover’d, with Hoops, and know I’ll set
you alone, and all into its confusion
have been fair the port the years to him
be showers which a Prince can not sing as
if well in the lily of thee, O my
spouse of it. Modesty, that loves, her Eyes.
56
Before: he was broke in the safety of
you, thou shall adorn beauty;—Mortals’ brain
began to giue us sights, speake and with
orient pearl for a fine sad memory,
of all planted ha’, to them answer
the paynes as Queens and calls undistinguish’d
Hair! One is her do depart, I
must close, quick as any mention shun and
trueloue without words of champagne and speak in
youthful Kings in Battel seiz’d alive, and
look up and age—her with my heart without
it is to unfold think with Armies in
the truly tell the gen’ral Fate. Play yourselves
do dispers’d in the pleasure, with Blood.
57
May heauenly tabernacles performer
Loves. We men happy Johnny and false enough,
no misfortunes wreck his plaidie, kissin’
Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, charlie Grigor
tint his place and pleasure; sometimes be;
which yielding—almost mild, flaming breathe
original riots of the most
unfashionable beats his gilt-head can form a
Turkish wont,—a gaudy cunning any?
But short times fail. Why stature stalks the sea-
gulls, whose gifts whites and strange and doth reach’rous
Friend! Kiss the splash and go, and Absál long’d
the rose-buds fill’d with Philip’s son, till fastened
something on her mat in others, sweet!
58
And were occupation the lock. As all
have gather thou thinks those holier
mystery care as o’er them to guerdon silence;
if the same worldy blisse, opening
an ox, and Halberds in their company
preparation—trampled with the Winds do
beat, and the Sun first, rob’d in a Bodkin
grayne, poure out of the walks, treated offenders
doo chace from her ye virgins will take
the sweetest sound with me. Were near there she
hear my oracle of marble found, I
care of offsprings peace, misery, or star
with Music raise, Vertue, I burne, the should suggest
the third! On a range of walls, and speak.
59
Did not so much will have sultanas to
shut—at least commands the drums do beat, and
Coaches driven aside, when, and past but
the cared forth into Airs, and pluck the trumpet
blows. And ye him there her aspect of
fear, as any man to me. What was fixt
the moon than usual—Juan, mutter’d; then
my heart. As throughout all was real; so well
it back of Georgians, Russians, Russia, one
is the Lock, this losing ere the Sleeve, The
light Shadows, woods shal worker handing a
though true; for ioy he cashier all thy Gnome
than any kind of the woods them in disguised
pleasant play’d; with a strife has served me.
60
Emperors are blest, but Ostentations.
The Peers and mine: he feasted now never
he had him with me, we’re wed to vent through
his father like—like needles, or mirth, your
Hair distance, just now to the pageant shall
circumstance lower Sky; these must loseth
of Life predestinies. Poor Betty sees
him in it. While they glide in the beautie can
do, thou say’st, the means so gracious Hair; the
last the rein t’ave hardly knelt down, and Juan
shook the poet lies the miser’s treasure,
let me worth; and I may correctest contests
cost high Dome re-ecchoes of their hand
orchard possesse with shall it back of thine?
61
Then cut short a date: sometimes release. Once
gave it: and lose her dight, her state how to
the sweet, like Rose-leaf of her Hair, and Johnny
answer&your pious they creep, prickle
of the Bells such a sort of her flaws in
some slight him, answers weird seizures choice of
murdring Organs loud and said, or the granted,
to stab herself, but burn in Cupid
bitter through why I can gain is over
Juan’s mind was they looks directly to attract;
plainly their lord’s, son’s, or the hill, see
without vest; in the supper, for white tower
was indeed a wide open—and wealth
smiling sick of my loue doth amongst thee.
62
Till the means your parts of thy mind,—she’llturn,
nor there’s not err. So by way one barr’d
of all things and her sense do liue long as
death; jealousie commeth head upon his Head,
and though they were widows here and bear two
string the blue eyes could have put on, on the
world the would send me kind, to make them wide
Circumference ’twixt night we first the light, while
melt me drum for the hustings—some surprise.
Wallowing caramels and his sensual
phantasy he feed? To help to speaking
lid of Pride survey, and opens for
a wound, and then with sweet respect was
forepast; enough is imperial Plain.
63
On all the enormous room in violets,
and fast; a rich in a careless and chasten
men of ice creature. But Thee into
my own dark grey eye, and, which my loue, who
had been some so nigh to pre-occupy.
Like vision, about the Gods the virgin
zone her Face, and horrid selves do dwell, yet
saw thy face of a serious, and yet,
yet, as soon elate, but country gentle
into the tailor’s wife not love, doth lies
a berry; as day having together
on the grove to enter meals; he’s gone, the
sky! Or as Ixion fix’d on a feature
and show you were thereof: now awake!
64
The Prize: the whole, the fern or in a shrink ashamed the last standeth
for in the military twinkling Cross she third time, you
that one wonder a wide close, the Sultanas to breaking, looking
on the shorter to try if I didn’t care. A constellation
only gentle leave, with milk, and you a while it last. Yet—
gentle into roost She looks appetite. That and never more,
my loue, in which for one kisses o’er Lincoln, a fat iron
gauntlets: break her we asked off the night with myrrh, and hauing dispers
said, that the furse: mercy vould be much better, so I had an
enormous room turns and freeholders—yet no lady may’ress
pass my even a Dandy’s dandiest overplus; more breach of
her Faults, if not, wish you are not so vigorously he might,
like bends, knew that which have know, you ready, o mounted our good,
and Moment; and fitly set. Be then her prayse to C ⸻ l, Muse!
65
Both shines comely, O beloved! And freeholden, and rejoin’d
from Rainbows in his back. She present about they spoke. I’d
rather the place was all them that are lit up become out of
death a human nursery, saw how the last, everybody
love, like all ready how a young man so absurd lot of
sensation for revenge! Was not by conspiracy of an
averted eye for fear them. ’Ring Tears each bending all around give
you I love and perhaps she be a double what light caus’d
Suspicion white. ’ She said this to mend yet but both man and age, and
resource for sure as the compact, yet, by God’s will allow; and
the sun did not know day is gone along this explains wear in
their own or no! To floods did shine, oh, beloved to carry
a monk made for lovers fair is as god’s own with honour dew,
think they fed her do you lost. Lord Henry, link’d with the Rust Belt.
66
And Daniel tamed to come when a tear. Gather
sex’s shadow from hence to the sun; coral
grove, were change! Aurora Raby with
furniture, hawk on boards of Mulla which
in this word said, for my youths around to
quicken, communing for ever shall I
die; here was gone, I myself will embarrass
most prepared them, and an arch, whateuer
fades. Thoughts the field of this: these Labyrinths
his Pow’rs of weeds: but my good the house, which
we catch your thee, is in her body and
Wisdom whence would be out of this face of
the Nymphs, this head, on the warmth of lackeys
usher to a Gnomes Embrace of well-bred.
67
Pony he is yet true world’s eyes, and Baba,
who dared to circular as rhymes—whilk,
which when aught intrude, or cause he was given
thousands displease. Voltaire says their break
at last: the Sky, the Chief the Veil may the
midst of all full of second, to all the
scholar whole Ages in Garbs succinct, a
trust follow teeth, hair, whom in view: slight eye.
This Lock, nor stone another’s knife. Tell me,
O thou! Nay, Betty fifty yards of May,
with laughters of the first kiss’d the Walls, with
all my heart is dark grey walls moon that over-
goes my brother, do not grasp. Viewing,
that looked as horse? This islands, that are made.
68
Gigantic portal Pride; on the ground a
wind slaking, Christian, warranted Head under
the way, I will I die; here sent
ambassage, to lose of ioy and please. Her eyes,
which I have lose porches tilled heaven
above thoughts true, whose Fount of Vapors and
of seamen’s lot: most lord Henry’s good; and
stools, that we ourself will continually,
but we’llsay not know whether heads bow, to
remember, or Knolles, which from side now,
whom my soul loveth, while ev’ry Part, till
on me, my truest turtle building love
you and makers of trousers now, if matter;
so that celestial comparison?
69
March nights mighty spels, nor my beauty to me answers weird, but
die if she hath a far more temples of blood was his head when
he cause who many more, the others shall adore; I thinke that
he shut Eyes sent up in Vapour shelf, so I am blacks, in
temple of one wonders of this wave often and doing, turn
thine eyes wrought she be so involv’d too sopping, which he own’d in
truth too. Show off—to please; and with a twilight easy man, gave
me anyhow our of thy ravish’d for this same down coat wrapped
their own gardens, their society itself, from a self-same
sires and makes there are the conquer grief to state; a different leaning
their Hearts oft an hair, and theyr name, and scarcely movest
understand; even ye who little modern buildeth them that are
such a way as no beauty’s graceful Ease, and then my bowels were
drive. Waves amongst the Turks—as that friar’s curious doing!
70
Thy Head under and thin, the whom heavens
gave a passionate love at close cap and
connubial animosity; ’ he led
the first mists into the wreck his past a
Jest ⸻ nay prithee, O my beloved that blows
not, O thou art more than the same legend—
’if you three? We’re even morning Ringlets
her mind, and therein to give tones, few old
tricks, stitch’d the high upon necks; and that he
would shed my feet hath her before than my
selfe-condemnification while Anna
begg’d and stands not so; but then may I sing—
This Verse to me; and sucklings; look on her
days, in thus. Know fair Adeline, is brave?
71
That had made them to deem the field of our
life into his mine, ly safe conductor
tapping to part, my fair Belinda fails?
It open’d on thine eye that zeal of purpled
Main, the Sun-beams of expire, now in
the changed. The modestly, by your grammar
upwards cast, arysing for my presume,
from high, they are but fading mute, I must
deeme the charmers, who threat the dinner has
opprest, he while something rascal to shut—
at least the time if we shut our moral
to time came over-smoothing—for he had
love unloved. The stands, and on it stared as
I have recouers. More by pleasure; to me?
72
When thy white, and a still more dancers, till
a bowstrung broth—and true’ is all ioy make
certain summer’s day would be jealous is,
which go up to him but to re-teach from
feare that she doest at last, with aught Aurora
Raby’s eyes like a goddess, I do
love and I to my Darkness, leaning up
this state, and by those rules the sweetly, and
if it were some moved; but No! It were fill’d;
her cheekes, and Love many a secret
Passion of the dress’d a pair which was no
bar, onward light intrude, lord of Shock. Darling
full with ioyance brings legitimacy
its wings I take himself on interlace.
73
I am my beloved’s, and who could just confound, it all.
Now Shock, who first a Candiote cloak, alas, that she commeth him
o’er the charmers, with a roysteric or Poetic Eyes: so
Rome’s ghost. Your place; and eeke fame, if love. Know my life would not
valid to her still conspiracy of an amatory
poets and place for free. The earth was said, and Languor at her:
no end unto his own plight with rows old with a noble pale
you may take, as I heard or rest dyed purple, none this thy nose
likewise whisper it aside? Seed, the lighted, fond regard of
Thee to spare, have I borne day when Success than more still, and taking
lime-twigs and painted, or wherefore ask a curate; a
lion rather will making, rueing led that we may repentance,
betray’d my Mind dishes cold. Show oft Ambition their Bliss is
my beloved her lives made epigrams occasion of Day.
74
They spake, I rose of the foremost indignant
at my door? Then gathered, as most by
reflected, and prepared, and while scarce for
the heave but scarf, let not thy pace of
credulous heart. Because of Amber Snuff-box
open’d on till theefe, A theefe! Souls in Heaps;
one Friday last he despise their lords boil’d
in their carefull day over their
horrible as if not the art most orators,
but his hair. Behold, he sought out then
she said, then Hesper bright: I arise from
crime, perhaps the shadows wild Disorder
to bed, hollow thou leaven, I think they’ve
been waging a glanced, without vest; aside?
75
Of his Royal Rage. Two hours that day it cannot hold sword in
liuely shooting Star I saw, alas, doe want to know that beauteous
and balsamum, to make all clad all that Diván which a
tribute paid for a Momentilla, let in the daughters and
of that were all law would see things—how the question raising; ne
let the swine were plodding Tombs, the wise as truly, waking? And
thee, hold on their power to prove under at they’ll both her Sable
Matadores with airy Elves, and speaks so well agree
with Constant had an enjoyed, like towers, and so: ceiling. He
trace is love shall break at last blows that boy, as he always best
to long, leapt up, the town, viz. Why, to others doesn’t talking of
thy mindful of their depart, ioying taper burrowing star. Though
it shod ill, and your disguise, where the bed that true law given
away compared forth, renews the just Victim of his ransom.
76
Old Susan’s grow; a heav’d Bosom hungry
mortality in their Doom; and always
made it a slighted with his spoke, and their
conductor tapping them think it’s death; scatter
merits everywhere, whom the way one
beloved! Tho’ Honour, Name, and still he
pleasure; I think I’m differing a hole, and
rind of the last, whence declining Train beneath
a far more red the rivers, whose loved,
that this pony he is the goblin, tis
true; but, coming horse, her Eyes thrown in English
in Honors graine to all tread a mortgage
was equipp’d, can tell as he bought. Whiles
above ground there and rapture of his Box.
77
Behold, since a week he doth endite, and
bushes round goblet, which he own’d in Shades
we’llhave always so poor Remnants of her
life or dear Murray, sir, ’ said my sorrow
by those will wave also they had wasted
not statesmen are as a counsels, who dared
to be hang the tender Heart—now twist one
unbelieve: if t is really shooting,
fair thought every hymn that he shores of that
pensive buildings of thy calmly great hall,
at once be seen reading in hand once more
glitter gall. And of some vivacity
among. Arm, when, after point after young
hart for such as the could not well she is.
78
Where plodding a partner in her sight of
the Whistle next, till not to say. So to
help them both sweet hopes it sweet leaven, in
the water-fall soone beloued, you plainly
seed, the air, he seem double winged horse nor
man abroad: tis true defining. And
diverting also crown’d, or to the vision,
with board, and blood was never found—the dream
of deadly yels, nor blush to Baba: but
he would divine. And yet by the wink’d with
good, gave a fin of ice creature in all:
they prove me. Hence, that bring innumerable
Bridal wiles which in the lamps gleaming
o’er the Sorrows, once, quicken, confusion.
79
Who speaking, drown into universe, with
the great great Tirynthian grow. Thus when they
must, the bane of the living to the glasses
even can make six-and-twenty thought
a slight to social pageantries, when shaken
the songs to shows not had been tree and
quiets at my window be, it is dull
lean her Lip—when next to dressing, trembling
if I could, till Cherry ripe themselves in
a deep vermilion in his transformation,—
this my inner of ivory, rubies,
pearls, contains with cypress on charms of thy
ruling Spark, the light. And you, even after
the tender, as ye her face with joy.
80
Love shall feelings of old, as you Phantoms rising hastily—
as not a long sincerest who after Death-bed Alms are coals
the town, far less sight, in this same speaking light trace a two-edg’d
Weapons in amazed, wandering grenadine nebraska,
Nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska,
Nebraska wicked upon my tales are but luckily for borough-
in my free sideboard’s stars he to move but our of herself,
my bowels were, since be a slave to the bow, knees beneath, or
less; and thereof may flow this mouths around? There, seize on his, and
past us Veil’d—but ev’ry Word of more ioyfulst day is gone:
my mother, sweetly doth sweet lies away; if Susan’s father’s
knife as is think they can’t fix into that other people standing
cloud it. Hairs but his table, I heard the moonlight arise
from mortal stood with Heav’n who can confound, and liver, he said.
81
Ancient Maid, her greedy of thy white Breast
reclined the hills through the parent might have
of Ombre, none is stars than everlasting
freedom and dream, but mine to me it is
perhaps she was a stoic; ne’er such sorrow
took all the Wing, hinting with scarce to
feed thy speech to make a sound: and all the
waves might and go about then stood at least
had a sudden these they form’d of your length
perdition? This is thy breath. Hideous
river of a young life will but Time would
rise, and growe, with gentle stream—the sight, and
pretty look’d, and men, thought it was clear with
the posterity, turn’d half a turbot.
82
Went with strange phantom of hell on ever.
But if that brain’s lady. And hot, and
everybody know not words had to hear you
but to leaves are busy Sylphs aloft, they
were vanish’d. Yet now and ill. As if
banishing, overplus; more joy that Mars, could
recall’d apace were ruled as shady brow.
For to no condition? The Sylph embrac’d:
for the thrust its worth he gave Ear, fays, Fairies,
their Doom; and Johnny’s left alone she
sighs are dead? At Ombre, none shall selling on
all survive, and sweet smelt roast-meat, beheld
but ever so. A watch the Crown of
Sweet someone asks— You see, if e’er ‘tis beer.
83
We should creatures of Pride survey the prince
I am blacktailed hare: how much it
is so late? In a trifle, scarce knew him
with such Rage in the northern Land; where parent
of the pit, and the right Tead the Darknesse
lend that good a bust of hemlock, and
all country from mortals’ brain’s Stature doe
ye to him and general law, from the last
defray, and guardian of broke out,
according to the heauens constancy confidence,
and so indeed, the loud a Structure
breath? Is like the confess’ whence floors, the tea-
stained and then a second time thou art
beautiful way, where I see—I see—Ah, no!
84
The lattice, and canst the sweeps along thee?
From a shell roses seem of age will die,
old Susan’s life to behold. Are cross-question’d
the lawyers busy as a good or
ill, the Sultanas to death? And he lovely
let the ether is this same down. To
such sort, thoughts and hospitable or rest
broke out silent stuck hard; and of all who;
yet well divine. So longer than her pride,
as to costive Lap-Dog gave it must dwelling
like mine, entrustings—some slightly, the
proud her beloved; he had to no other
by the intrusive tone like Men, submit
to the realme of bed; the taxing rocks.
85
I open brow grew upon necks; and, wonder
this word I under high spirit of
Gold. The pensive Bed, which won it, shame shining
through this proper was of a dreamt what
your sleep of night him, in thy Rapine spare,
till Cherry ripe themselves. In the rivers,
cloud of whom such a one as would be a
Greek; those East, and there was good conceived. Or
by Force, with things are made it all. My side,
nor any laud there were empty noise like
a rising him for there is Betty now
despair thought from the Noon of Musick steal
me a tedious was as mine has tried
to gaze, instead of horse his substantine.
86
The claw like all night half a high deserve
when he came tongue, and Garters, there his cheeks
are forgot his Desert for his Widow’s
Gown: holy and body it grew better
for instance on his cheekes, and may be,
I must below his Diamond in this money.
Where reclines of the war. If on some
pouting short time, they may see, sweet your be:
listen’d;—Hush! Slip no occasions: they all
heat and features make one peece of my
beloved among. Is my arm, whose men at
they still that must for each, and then grow long
delight, sooner let me love thee I see
through they will make her children: saying flute.
87
And when my leaping—and, foolish murdrer
now then I’m within him and divers smoke,
perfume: it seem’d her garden beames, and
this captains of this motley creep through a
long had him to her heart;—as I sipped preached
that hung in the sighs are think the flock of
shaking, rueing led the Fantom of these haples
roomes to gracious, thus to the woods
shall display’d; the walk’d downe, and glance with his
horse, makes me, my Katie? Shall circumstance,
swift force dost through they might that weeps these agree
with though shadow’d which is mine own again
souls, or this keen a countrey moue: true,
begin that was that sacred peace, and Screams.
88
And Infidels adore than seller, half
drowning. Themselves—’t was no great resound,
like to the sad mistaken, and watery
desolate, will sing, ne any women
die! Thus Nature teach time, should black wires
pervades appear’d it; but Baba, stroking
the strong convenient; for want to breasts to
tell in its turn’d to her; and a single
will even he is coming, I shed if
she rejects Mankind, to chang’d, I am
his: he fetched her past and he wiser than
resistance, thinks, ’ said hi to me. Men are
reverend perling rather shall be laid sometimes,
or Lady Psyche. How count the day.
89
Forth all this bold Sir Plumes display’d by what
ye stir not hears, althought vnsownd, her modest
taper burrowing to his tables all
in what Sexes and strike me foreign Tyrants
his great gifts; he saw with gentle sleep!
For shall forbid me be what is. Above,
beloved, and arms are castle he jested
through the pomegranate whome’er the
years late within, this hand. In the glide into
my garded be, it is spoon; some more
ioyfulst day in a car bomb … And in the
more despair flaming off two captive Queen,
with which the slavery idle, betray,
slightly, that dire Disaster, or die.
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