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merryfortune · 3 years

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Day 6 / Royalty

All The More to Love You With 2021

Event: @aiballshipping

Fandom: Yu-gi-Oh! Vrains

Ship: Ai/Yusaku

Word Count: 1.6k

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fairy Tales

Once upon a time, there was a boy with wide, green eyes and he was taken by forces unseen. Led into a glittering realm of freedom and whimsy. Where every day was dreamy and idyllic. For a young child, it was strange and paradisiacal. He played there, with them, those strange folk with long ears and eyes like jewels, in the flowers and ate well with them. Gorged himself on sweetmeats and desserts, it was all so good. But he was only allowed three days. Three days and he was returned to where he had came, yet when he was returned amongst the humans, it had not been three days that he been missing.

It had been six months.

And even though those memories were made in fantasy and delight, the experience changed this boy as it became difficult for him to adjust to the more mundane life of humans. The food was bad so he hardly ate and what he did, was in a farce of recreation of what he had eaten in the Hills and in the Mounds with the Fair Folk, glutted with sugar and syrup, whatever he could do to recapture the experience of that sweetness and that grease.

Aside from hungry, he became colloquially lazy. Unable to do things for long shifts and even though he did not dream, visiting the Fair Folk had stolen that away from him as well, at least in sleep his body did relax and it remembered what it was like to live in such sublime bliss and hedonism.

So, this boy became a young man who resolved to get back to that realm. He was more of them than he was of the humans he had been borne of. Everyone could tell, just from a look at him, that he had been spirited away as a child. There was an unnaturalness in his green eyes; a slender look in his body which hinted at unearthly beauty were it not for the clumsy humanness that he actually embodied.

Alas, the Fair Folk did not want to be found by him. He had to be found by them. He could traipse through the fields and forests all he liked, sashaying in and out of mushroom circles but it was for naught unless they wanted him back and apparently, they did not.

It was frustrating, to this young lad, Yusaku but he burnt with a quiet certainty, he would return, and he would not come back a second time. On the interim, he lived with the baker’s family and worked in their kitchens. The older son had taken him in under his wing; the younger son was similar to him in that he had been spirited away once by the Fair Folk as well but whatever he had seen, it had left him rattled to the core. Yusaku quietly understood, though. But it was a good working life regardless.

Working at the bakery was full of repetitive things. Grinding the flour, kneading the dough, putting into the oven and checking it at various intervals. It was the sort of work that Yusaku could keep straight in his head with plenty of time to rest since he was just like the yeast in that regard. It was a good little gig which rarely had Yusaku see the outside world when he didn’t want it as he was kept far behind the counter because his interpersonal skills were, admittedly, not all that great.

Hence why Yusaku found it quite unusual that something had gotten past all the foot traffic from out the front and made it all the way to back – and wasn’t a mouse, either. Then again, perhaps the little creature had come in through the window which was presently open and allowing a perfectly acceptable cool breeze but that would be odd too. It was cloudy but not stormy nor rainy and this little fellow that Yusaku had found was a frog and didn’t frogs prefer that sort of weather? It was even dryer in here so Yusaku went to scoop up the frog and let him outside.

Coming down to his knee, Yusaku was stopped with a realisation. This was a peculiar looking frog and he had been advised, once or twice, here and there, that the stranger a frog looked, the more poisonous it was. He curled a hand in the air and the frog looked up at him, all quizzical and innocent. He looked back at it scowling with thorough thought.

The frog had gleamingly yellow eyes and dark purple skin that made that gleam all the brighter. Like a glow. It had swirling patterns on its body which were a lighter purple than the rest of its skin. It stood, on all fours, toes pointed in, and was waiting to be rescued. It blinked. One eye and then the other, lazy, like a yawn.

Yusaku frowned and then found his voice, “I don’t think I should pick you up, little buddy.” He brought back in his hand and rested it on his knee.

“I think you should.” The Frog replied back to Yusaku.

“Huh.” Yusaku murmured.

He wasn’t all that taken aback by the talking frog. The frog seemed displeased with his utter lack of a reaction, its eyes bowed and furrowed with irked disappointment. It just so happened to be unfortunate that Yusaku had seen much stranger things in his mere ten and six years than talking frogs, much to the talking frog’s annoyance.

“Well,” the Frog began testily, “if that’s not a shock, then you’ll have no hesitation in fulfilling my actual request, I’ve come in search of thee and thee alone.”

“Interesting, interesting… but, suspicious.” Yusaku mumbled.

“I am the errant Prince from Across the Hills and Over the Mounds and in the Dark, in my wild ways, I have attracted much attention, both positive and negative. In a case of the latter, I now have a curse attached to me which has transformed me into a frog. The only way to undo this curse is with a kiss from a youth whose visited the Fair Folk before and lived to tell the tale. So, someone exactly like you.”

Yusaku hummed at hearing the frog’s tale. “I see. Very well then.” he said after mulling it over for what he thought was long enough.

“Really? Really truly?” the Frog gushed.

“Yeah, sure. Just a quick peck and you’ll be on your merry way, right?” Yusaku said.

“Well, I mean, I guess, if you don’t want to have any fun with it.” The Frog replied, scandalised.

Yusaku shrugged but against what was likely his better judgement, he took his hand off his knee again and scooped up the Frog. He was pleased that he didn’t feel anything like poison immediately seep through the skin of his fingers as he lifted the creature up. He swallowed a lump in his throat and the Frog lifted itself up slightly, lifted his head to him. Yusaku looked away, a scant blush in his sharp cheeks.

“This is ridiculous…” he muttered under his breath.

His nerves prickled when he heard the Frog make kissy noises at him. A frown bowed upon Yusaku’s brow. He was not known far and wide for having an amiable nature and he had never been curious either, kissing mirrors or whatnot so even if it was with a Frog, this would be a first kiss of any kind for him. Yusaku huffed.

“Let’s get this over with.” He muttered once more.

His head snapped back to in front of him and he rushed all into it just to get it over and done with. His lips locked with the Frog’s and he felt the distinct feeling of slime on his mouth. Yusaku clenched his eyes shut and he felt something on his eyelids. He grimaced and he had to let go of the Frog as he grew heavy.

He transformed in a blinding light and when Yusaku opened his eyes, he had to look up. A very handsome young man was now staring him down, toying with a stray curl of his wild mane of dark coloured locks, save for where it was streaked yellow. He smiled, coy and cruel with fluttering eyelashes.

Yusaku scrambled to his feet, “Y-You,” he stammered, “I know you, it’s you!”

The Frog, now transformed to the Prince like he claimed, laughed. “I don’t appreciate being pursued,” he purred, “I prefer to be the one doing the pursuing but I’m glad you remember me and my good looks after all these years.”

“How could I forget…?” Yusaku’s voice was quiet as he got over his dumb-foundedness. “You were the one who took me to that place.”

“And I hear you want to go back.” he said.

“I do.” Yusaku murmured.

“Well, as Prince Ai of the Unseelie Fair Folk, I dub thee… my crown consort.” He said with a wink.

Yusaku hazarded out a laugh. He thought that was a joke, but he wasn’t sure. He was too starstruck that after all these years, he’d finally reunited with the creature who had changed the course of his life. His heart was hammering in his chest and he was smiling with what was almost glee for the first time in ten years. Prince Ai couldn’t have looked more pleased with himself to have had that effect on Yusaku.

“Well?” Prince Ai prompted him, sticking out an arm yet keeping his hand on his hip rather firmly. “Shall we?”

“We shall.” Yusaku agreed and with quivering fingers, he did reach out and latch onto Ai’s offered arm.

#aiballshipping #aiballshipping week #aiballshipping week 2021 #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #fujiki yusaku #yusaku fujiki #ai (vrains)#writing tag #all the more to love you with #all the more to love you with 2021

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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DWD Reviews: Negaduck or The Good, The Bad and Both are Darkwing (Commissioned by WeirdKev27)

The march to “Just Us Justice Ducks” continues as I bring on the bad guys! And it’s a twofer as we focus on Megavolt and Negaduck! And because the show apparently wasn’t confusing enough in terms of continuity, this is a second Negaduck who was created before the one we all know, but whose episode aired after, but whose only episode was aired after several of the other ones and...

Point is Megavolt’s latest gizmo creates two darkwings, one a sacchrine goody two shoes and the other an ax crazy, trollish, nightmare of a being who wants to destroy everything. So basically insert your own Ned Flanders and Donald Trump jokes here. Review continues after the break

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Whelp after taking most of the week off i’m back.. in part because of another Kev Comission, and it’s not exclusive to him, anyone reading this can commission any animated episode I have access to for five bucks, 15 for a movie, he’s just the only one taking advantage of it. But yeah plug aside i’ve been a bit distracted by the election, a new fridge and bunches of other stuff going on to really focus on my reviews, though I do have two planned for the future and regular coverage will rock on. So this was a nice little jolt back to reality and back to business as usual. And it keeps me on something resembling a schedule for getting to “Just Us Justice Ducks”. Given how many months it’s taken me to get as far as I have covering Tom Lucitor episodes that’s probably a good thing. So with all that settled let’s talk about Negaduck. Negaduck is an interesting one to talk about. It’s one of many episodes, such as the episode directly after it “Fungus Among Us” which I covered right before this one which very obviously takes place earlier in the series continuity but aired way late into the syndicated part of season 1. In this case instead of debuting a major character, it debuts the PROTOTYPE for a major character, in this case Negaduck. It’s fairly obvious to me from this episode what happened: This episode was made as a one off, a fun episode where Drake gets split into two people, a good one and a bad one, and Gosalyn has to take charge to stop him. But the Tronsplit Negaduck was such a delight to write and watch, and i’ll get into the why as we go, that they wanted to make him a regular character, but deciding his origins were a headache to deal with as they’d have to create ANOTHER origin story just to get a copy of Negaduck out of Darkwing’s head, they just decided to say screw it and gave the new version the simplier origin of being an evil mirror universe version of darkwing. Simple, opens up story possibilities, and prevents a headache. To Tad Stones credit though had their been a season 3, he had plans for Darkwing and the Second Negaduck to team up against the first one, so there’s that. So that’s how I assume we ended up with two different Negaducks.. and yes i’m aware the Funkos call him Negatron.. but it’s not a great name, nor the one he actually uses so i’m sticking with Negaduck. Point is we ended up with two and with this one being hte blueprint for the one debuting in Justice Ducks, I thought it’d be fun to use as Negaduck’s episode.

And since i haven’t covered Megavolt, this one’s for him as well since he’s sitll a large part of the episode, and uttelry charming throughout. So with the setup out of the way, check out what I think of the episode itself under the cut.

We open with Megavolt doing what he usually does: Rob a bank, this time using his new gizmo the tronspliter which spits something into positive and negative Trons... i’d make some joke about one Tron movie being better than the other but I only MILDLY prefer Legacy, as while both have Jeff Bridges being awesome, Legacy has great visuals, an utterly awesome soundtrack, decent performances and Gem, who i’ll embarrassingly admit to having a crush on because my dignity hasn’t gone into the basement enough over my life. But it’s not quite enough to call the other film outright bad, just not for me. Point is despite the obvious opening I got no tron jokes and I just wasted two minutes of your life so let’s move on.

But instead of loot Negaduck finds a smoking bag! It’s Darkwing Duck.. in what I consider to be the funniest bit of the episode, and that’s not a knock on the episode as a whole as it’s a really damn funny episode. This bit just killed me. Darkwing coughs through his intro from the bag.. I THOUGHT it might be from dye but it turns out.. HE STILL DID THE WHOLE SMOKE BOMB ENTRANCE THING INSIDE THE BAG... despite no one being able to see it and it only making it harder. Just.. it’s such a simple idea but i’ts so brilliant. It’s why I love this show.. the jokes can be silly, but much like classic Disney or Looney Tunes shorts, especially the latter oddly, it’s rooted in the characters, and that makes it that much richer. It’s why i’m a sitcom guy, as long as the sitcom’s good and you know.. doesn’t plug for a transparent wannabe dictator. I like comedy that’s really rich in the characters and who they are. It’s why I like the Ducktales reboot as it has that in droves. It’s why I like either writing the cast in comedy scenarios or plugging them into other sitcoms for my chat: they just FIT there really naturally. I”m also praising the humor because I’m trying to find a balance between accurately representing how funny an episode is and not just going “a really clever gag” over and over and over. Needless to say, this episode is really damn funny and if I didn’t spotlight a joke, it’s only because i’m trying not to repeat itself. This show has aged well for a reason after all.

We get another great gag I can’t glance over as Megavolt tries to escape and forgets their on the 97th floor. A fight breaks out, including Ball Bearings, but Darkwing easily trounces Megavolt.. until their guns crash, and it triggers the tronsplitter by accident. The result is our episode’s premise as noted in the intro:Double Darkwings! Both are also finely established with their first lines, with Negaduck, darkwing’s negative emotions, wanting to quit crime fighting for something more profitable, and Posiduck, take a wild guess, wanting to quit it for something safer. The two halves make their way home just as Gosalyn and Launchpad are horsing around playing baseball with a bowling ball, with the predictable result of smashing “Dad’s favorite statue of himself”... again i’m barely into the episode but it just keeps coming up with bits like that. It reminds me of Simpsons, which given my referencing the series near constantly to an OSW Review level, it’s not a huge surprise, but it has the same rapid fire character based jokes as the Simpsons in it’s prime, which funny enough was around this time. It just keeps coming while keeping a compelling story. It’s good stuff is what i’m saying. Not all comedies can manage that let alone way back when.

Naturally both Darkwings have.. diffrent reactions. Posiduck just walks it off, kids will be kids, hippie parents stuff which only makes Gosalyn more paranoid he’s going to do something since DW usually isn’t THIS nice, or gracious about destroying his carefully branded stuff. Negaduck.. wants to outright murder her. Then both show up together...

Gosalyn naturally freaks out and given the sheer number of people that have impersonated her dad, and this is pre the second Negaduck, understandably assumes one’s an imposter. But HILARITY insues when the Muddlefoots show up. And this is the first one i’ve watched since I started rewatching to really involve them: They DO show up in Dry Hard, which i’ll get to, but i’ts mostly for Herb to do what he was born for and piss off Drake. Though while Herb was meant to be the Ned Flanders being his neighbor and everything, the passage of time and my recent binge of Schitt’s Creek has me comparing him more to Roland Schitt from that show: A slob of a man with a nicer, more attractive wife who thinks he’s the lead character’s best friend and insuates himself into his life and buisness with varying levels of obnoxiousness, either being a total jackass without realizing it or trying to help but still.. not exactly helping. Naturally with that kind of parallel Herb is forcing himself in to watch the Pellican’s Island reunion.. but is it the one where they can’t adjust to life outside the island or the one with it turned into a resort after they returned and the Harlem Globetrotters? Point is normally Drake would be, understandably, pissy, but Posidrake, despite Gosalyn’s understandable attempts to clear the muddlefoots out, is more than accommodating. Negaduck.. upon hearing they were coming went to get his shotgun.. and upon seeing them yells at herb for eating his food again, which granted Posiduck gave it to them but given his track record with drake and the way he just barged into Drake’s house to borrow his TV without asking, I can’t blame him for assuming and when Tank, Honker’s brother and little asshole, tries hitting him over it, Negaduck threatens him. Are.. are we sure he’s the bad one? I mean he’s not wrong. Wanting to actually murder them and not just think about it is, but wanting them out of his house isn’t. Gosalyn however shoos him away and gives the Muddlefoots their tv.. they can get a new one but Drake can’t beat murder charges. She does keep Honker, her best friend and local nerd to help since she’s an 11 year old and a launchpad trying to keep Negaduck from killing Posiduck. They sucessfully tie up Negaduck and Posiduck, being a pushover, ties himself up.

Honker, after examining both’s feather’s under the microscope, concludes what we already knew: Neither of them is fake, their simply positive and negative.. in the DWD universe, Poistrons are good particles and someone’s good half and the Negatrons are someone’s bad half. It’s even taught in school as Gos knows it. After some banter, Gos remembers Posiduck mentioing the tronsplitter and they figure they can be reunited. Naturally, Negaduck does not want that, and due to Goslayn getting a case of the stupids and not being able to tell them apart, despite Negaduck having some big angry eyebrows that make it obvious, frees him and he cons them into a closet and baricades it, sets his other self up for a dynamite filled death trap and runs off to raise some hell. Thankfully Posidrake ends up coliding with the barricade Negaduck put up, and while singed, is still alive because .. split in two or not i’ts still darkwing and Gosalyn drags him along with her and Launchpad to find Megavolt.

I”m, ironically split a bit on the split darkwings. On one hand, the two don’t really evenly represent drake as neither really act like him, with the most Negduck does is clearly acting out Drake’s darkest impulses he usually mutters under his breath. On the other.. i’m willing to ignore that because it’s just too funny, with Negaduck being hilariously violent, again his recation to the muddle foots is “i’m getting my shotgun”. Not only am I awed a tv show could actually use that as a gag at one time and miss those times, it’s just so hilariously over hte top. That and I love that canocially, drake just had a shotgun lying around, which while making sense given he dosen’t have batman’s gun aversion and likely only uses gas because he’s not a murderer and this is a kids show, is still just a neat fact. The fact it’s not Darkwing branded is a genuine suprise, but it’s just as likely Negaduck couldn’t find that one.

Negaduck hits up a theater to .. be obnoxious in a REALLY great scene, which I used for my screencap. While Negaduck’s final form is iconic, and we’ll get to it, I went with this simply because that shit eating grim is classic.. we also get Negaduck running into the screen to chase bunnies with a shot gun. Really this is the scene that i’m sure convinced them to find some way to bring this character back. Jim’s delivery, the petty dickey of Negaduck’s villiany here as he literally just drives into a movie theater and ruins everyone’s day for the hell of it, as well as assaults some rabbits with a shot gun.. i’ts just magic and it’s no wonder they’d retool the character to bring him back, nor that they’d put that refined version first. Jim Cummings is good at a LOT of things voice acting wise, there’s a reason he is a legend, but he’s especially good at playing a dickish, comedic villain who revels in being evil. While I didn’t really think about Negaduck at the time, he’d end up taking a LOT of the characters energy with him when he played Lord Boxman on OK K.O.! years down the line and if you haven’t checked it out and like Jim, do. It’s an amazing show. Point is cummings is amazing at this and I can see why they brought the character back. While Posiduck is fun, he’d probably wear his welcome out with more than one episode, while Negaduck had endless potetial and they used it.

But once he’s done Cape Fearing, Negsy runs into Posi.. and uses him as a scapegoat for the angry mom after him, giving Negsy time to find Megavolt first while Posiduck gets positively pummeled despite Gosalyn and Launchpad’s best efforts. Negsy finds Megavolt at the Dead End, a bad guy bar on the edge of town where Megavolt is drowning his sorrows.. by plugging a car battery directly into his socket. It’s just a fun visual gag and fit’s his personality and powers. Naturally Negaduck calls him out, and then wipes the floor with him but Megavolt is more than happy to help him once he finds out Negaduck was created by the tronsplitter, jubiantley yelling son and hugging him.. a great gag. Honestly I now see why Megavolt was one of the most popular and used villians in the Rogue’s gallery: he has a great gimmick, great powers, defined limits so unlike poor Liquidator he’s easier to work with, and Dan Castellaneta really brings his a game here with a unique voice i’ve never heard used on the simpsons.. sorta like crusty but mixed with Bobcat Goldwait. It’s really good. So while Father and Son bond and head to Megavolt’s place, Team Darkwing heads into the bar, where Gosalyn runs interference for both Darkwing and Launchpad whose just kinda.. there this episode. He really didn’t need to be here and feels like he only is because someone needs to drive the Ratcatcher. Don’t get me wrong I love the guy, I just don’t get why he’s in this one especially since this is the first one since the pilot i’ve watched to really focus on Gosalyn. While she IS in Tiff of the Titans, it’s mostly in a supporting role. Here she really gets to strut her stuff and show why she’s awesome, intimidating men 4 times her age and size and getting the info they need. At Megavolt’s, Negaduck continues his plan to just smash the thing but Megavolt doesn’t want one of his kids killing the other and yanks it .. and accidently shoots Negaduck with it while it’s on the merge setting. The result instead galvinaizes him giving him godlike destructive power. How the does this work in any way shape or form?

Negaduck, now above crime, goes to destroy the world with his dad disowning him while Team Darkwing Shows up. Megavolt agrees to help, and his reasons are both funny and work: If Negaduck destroys the city, where will he rob? Also of note is Negaducks new look, looking like a photo negative. There’s a reason besides Laziness it was brought back for the Funko Pops as a recolor, and that reason is DAMN it looks awesome. I get the switch to the easier to use Yellow and Black, but damn if this isn’t cool.

Gosalyn cleverly gets the two grouped together by saying Negaduck’s abotu to step on a bug, but Negaduck swats Posiduck aside.. however since Posiduck is also made of ions or whatever nonsense this episode is running on that i’m just going with at this point because it’s entertaining and this review’s almost done. Point is we get a glorious sequence as Posiduck basically becomes a disney princess, summoning animals, moralizing that sort of thing. But unlike Gizmoduck this parody over overly sachrine heroes works, partly because it’s clearly amped up to 80 degrees. The two breifly fight before Posiduck holds his counterpart long enough to recombine them. Megavolt, naturally tries to betray everyone and has a zoom lense ready but Gosalyn beats him. Darkwing is restored, helpfully confirmed by his egotisim and Gosalyn hugs her dad despite him docking her allowance.. though i’m sure he reversed that once all was settled. Here’s hoping. Point is we have a happy ending.

Final Thoughts: This.. was easily my favorite of the ones i’ve rewatched so far which, along with the ones reviewed already, includes Beauty and the Beat and Dry Hard, which I’ll get to eventually. It’s got a clever concept that while used before in cartoons certainly is mostly used for parody here, gave us the blueprint for a great villain, and in general is just fun. Also as I didn’t realize earlier in this review this episode apparently AIRED earlier, but was put later in syndication because I don’t know. But this one’s a classic and an easy recommend to go to right after your done with the pilot. It’s fun, fast paced, and just packed with great jokes with only so many I could mention here. If you want this show at it’s finest, this is it. It was also a great introduction to Megavolt whose a great villain and I can’t wait to see him in action again. Overall a truly excellent episode and it was a joy to watch. Until next time, Courage.

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vanityloves · 3 years

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oak and stars for slick! :0

ah yes... this was sent last year...apologies for the last reply...happy 2021 mfs ♡ and thank you sm for the ask!

Word count: 1.6k i guess wtf.

cw: idk? homestuck ajsjdj. kinda mushy towards the end but dw im Me ♡ there's a joke somewhere in here

oak - who’s the more emotional one? how do you balance each other out in this aspect?

Defining 'emotional' is a bit difficult since it's often seen as 'whos the crybaby' but techinally, both parties are emotionally driven. The sole factor is one usually works solo (when working with a group, usually takes a supporting role) and takes things personally. The other can put those feelings aside and work with a group even if they're holding a personal grudge against them.

I'd have to say Ivory is more emotional in the sense of "who cried over (insert characters) death". But of course I'm going to elaborate.

I've always had issues placing Ivory in one 'category' and describe them as "a bit all over the place". At first, they're very jumpy and put off by Slick's demeanor (fairly so). They aren't rude or cold though, rather they're defensive and almost always on guard when around others. Despite this, they're quick to come to someone's aid to act as a protector, since they easily sympathize with others that show fear, sadness or hurt, even if it's an act. (Rightfully) Protraying themselves as naive. They've always been the type to comfort and protect - having a very 'motherly' presence (Ivory is a whole ass mother so I don't blame them)

Ivory is known to display sporadic bursts of emotions that range from enthusiasm and joy or angst and rage before returning to their calmed state in minutes. They're an odd case of slow to anger but quick to put out. The Knight finds the entire thing tiring but don't try to stop said outburts. Things that upset them before, suddenly changes with the seasons.

The type to appear cool, calm and collected and tries incredibly hard to maintain that when faced w/ dangerous situations. Inside though, they're probably ready to cry and once the ordeal is over, they probably do just that.

Ivory tries their best to think logically before jumping into any situation but find that things like 'promises' and plans hold them captive. They're easily swayed when things like this are brought up bc credibility and trust are incredibly important to them. Unfortunately, they're the type to beat themselves up over loses like that, even if it was for the greater good/nothing else could be done. They run off of the more positive emotions like hopefulness and joy (the 'happy feeling' after helping others). This isn't to say they're not petty or bitter, its very much the opposite - its too emotionally taxing to focus on themselves though.

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I think Slick is emotional in the sense of he'll experience certain things and if it's something he's not used to, his first reaction is to respond with anger or aggression. He has a pretty bad temper and described to have a nasty attitude and very black and white with his thoughts and decision making. He's the embodiment of 'I won't hesitate, bitch.', if he says something, he will follow through. He's the type to keep promises and wants the upheld on both ends, if the other party does not follow through, he's not the type to feel hurt, rather resorting to anger and cutting off ties - physically and emotionally, he's never been attached.

The man is a mobster so he's used to seeing blood and gore. He's definitely hardened over the years of that rough and tumble lifestyle, so it really isn't personal for him. He's never had it easy and doesn't rely on others (besides the crew) but he's willing to work with others if push comes to shove.

He's not very emotional in the crying and sniffling way. He keeps to himself most of the time and doesn't feel the need to help or seek out others. However, that's countered when he finds himself helping others that are defenseless but become enraged that someone would pick on someone that was 'obviously weaker'. He has a definite soft spot for the gentle, kinder things he runs across but I wouldn't say he gets super emotional about it. Slick runs off of negative emotions such as anger, pettiness, (such as Ivory does with guilt).

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They balance each other out with their different outlook/approach on each situation. Some things need to be done immediately and spontaneously, just as some things need to be done with patience or methodically. This isn't to call Slick a dumbass or whatever - the man works best without overthinking the situation and making calls on the spot. Ivory has their fair share of improvised plans but tend to work better with a loose plan (even if it's "don't die"). Their anxiety and lack of confidence ultimately puts them at greater risk.

One thing that's great ab Slick is, he's very sure about himself, his actions, and his feelings so it's reassuring for Ivory. Ivory lends Slick a lot of patience, understanding, but with a firm hand. They don't expect him to take their advice all the time but they expect him to hear them out. There are plenty of close calls that stress Ivory out to no end but on the flipside, Slick doesn't expect Ivory to be so rash and promptly follows them when they do rush into things - he's protective by nature and there's a bit of a curiosity involved.

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Overall, their relationship tends to tilt towards the negative aspects of being emotionally driven - pettiness, guilt, spite, etc. But they reassure/calm the other when things get more serious. Slick is incredibly protective and will put himself in danger for them. It's not a matter of not trusting Ivory, rather, it is a sign of loyalty and commitment hebhas towards them.

Ivory is confident in Slick and knows he can fair well on his own or with a team - they still worry but they often rely on hope and luck that things will eventually work in their favor (that's not to say they won't work for their future/goals).

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stars - what kind of a date would your f/o take you on?

Ivory was never one for big, flashy dates even in their previous relationships (much to their dismay, they went on many). Dressing up every so often is fun but loses its novelty if it's constant. Slick doesn't seem too flashy either, preferring to lay low and enjoy the time he has alone - sure he broods but he's having his noir film moment. He doesn't mind spending money, he's got plenty to spare which he usually uses on booze and cigarettes anyways. There's no harm in spoiling Ivory on occasion and probably enjoys taking them someplace nice. He hates dressing up in stuffy, 3 piece suits and avoids them at all costs, but if Ivory's dressed to the nines, he's not gonna be shown up.

I've said it as a joke but truthfully, the couple could start off at a 5 star and end up at the diner down the street. Sharing fries all done up in heels and makeup, cufflinks and polished shoes.

That being said, they're both more casual! The duo is more than content driving around the city listening to the radio and enjoying the others company, regardless of the silence.*** Truthfully, dinner and a nice drive or walk around the city is ideal. Ivory's more of a window shopping type and enjoys peeking into windows to watch people bustle around. Slick tends to walk a few steps behind to keep them in view, admire from afar type. He's not a very chatty individual and tends to rely on looks and physical touch when talking to Ivory. He's got a permanent scowl on his face but he's truly content when he's with them.

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Slick enjoys his privacy but he's not against going out for drinks and enjoying a nice performance here and there. But if it's shit, he won't be sticking around (if he goes alone), with Ivory he can distract himself and leads them somewhere quiet and he snidely comments on the performances while Ivory tries to find the good and bad in it.

Since that's more of a hit or miss type of date, he tends to do things that are sure to be more relaxing. He's a hotblooded guy, while Ivory's more mellow so he figures getting them riled up isn't something that's 'fun' for them; makes him settle his ass down before he breaks a hip He'll pop in a few of his cherished noir films and let them get as close as they like - he's not as picky ab touch when they're alone.

If not that, he has Ivory randomly choose a record to play and sits back with them. If he was generous and feeling sweet, he'll help them to their feet and hold them near and sway together. He's an awkward romantic but a romantic nonetheless, so he's willing to push through it for the sake of having them against him and teasing them if they look a bit flushed (but reading the atmosphere).

***Extra thing:

Slick really said 'I know a place' and drives out of the city that scares shit out of Ivory- purely because this is unknown territory. Of course they trust him but their nerves often get the best of them as they sit up, a bit stiffly as they look at the scenery passing by.

Very smooth conversation:

"this is where I get rid of 'things'"

"really?"

"yeah"

"oh...at least the view is nice. guess that's why you drove this far."

*met w/ silence*

What 'things', you may ask? Take a wild guess! Maybe it's emotional baggage, sometimes is Physical Baggage!

#self ship #self insert #homestuck #spades slick #slow down why we going so fast!!!#s: knives and ivory #my headcanons #my writing #why must i keep talking jfc #been sitting in my docs for weeks. finally finished them today. bye.#ask reply #anon #n e ways.#♡♡♡ slick ♡♡♡#but also slick....🔫😔

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V thoughts

krazy06

replied to your photo

“I will not lose… Not to Dante… I need power… More power! I know… We...”

I love him so fucking much but this pic scares the shit out of me

Okay, Essay time. Thanks for opening the floodgates @krazy06. I guess this is my day now because IT IS LONG.

MASSIVE spoilers ahead for anyone that hasn’t played and beaten the games. But I mean, it’s been three months. I’ve hidden it behind the cut but consider yourself warned.

That picture is seconds before V rams his cane into Urizen.

I too was so disturbed in that moment. His terrifying lust for power came back for an instant like when he found Dante and the Sparda... And evidently, that moment sure as hell was intoxicating. I want to look at why.

This moment is scary because people expect Urizen to be the monster. It is scary because people expect Vergil to do horrible things. But V? Up until now he's mostly at a glance been a tragic, scared and frail guide, even recruiting the full Devil May Cry crew to begin with to aid him in defeating his unadmitted-other-self. To quote Urizen, as he says of Nero, he would most likely describe V as 'Useless and Human.'

V is holds the most understated power because of his duality. And that makes him terrifyingly disturbed in this moment.

V is more than just human. Don't get me wrong, his human qualities and desire to right his wrongs and work through his trauma is deserving of healing. I truly hope as Vergil he can get there. Canonically (as in the ‘DMC5: Before the Nightmare’ novel) after the team’s first attack on Urizen in the Prologue, when Nero left to prepare and figure out the whole Arm shindig with Nico, V chose to stay behind in Redgrave and do what he could to fight and save people.

For. A. Month. By himself. Out of guilt.

Not to get all Bible up in here but it came to my mind when reading so there’s that, but in a way it adheres to the concept to Matthew 6:3 - " When you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing." - He didn't stay for praise and heroics or as a cover story to make himself look good to Nero and everyone. He did it alone (well, alone as having Griffon Shadow and Nightmare is. But they certainly didn’t think it was a good idea on V’s part.) at risk to only himself. He does have morality but it was only brought to the fore at his most vulnerable as a side effect as a by-product.

Jump forwards.

It seems often missed in V's final scene because everyone shifts focus to Vergil:

V would have had this goal of re-merging/reconciling with himself the whole time. It doesn’t negate the humanity I mentioned before, but his goal has always been survival. Survival and Safety, or comfort so-have-you.

By his own admission, one I do believe is genuine, V (and Vergil) wanted to be protected and loved. And then, as an eight-year old, attacked on a playground alone by a horde of demons he was forced to fight for his life. Never seeing his parents again, only finding his brother years later and holding a grudge... (’If our positions were switched’) Stemming from trauma at such a young age it’s understandable he sought power to prevent ever being so helpless and alone again. His actions thereafter aren’t justified, but understandable. He didn’t have a chance to develop any healthy coping mechanisms.

Power is safety. No one else can hurt you. No one can touch you. Power means you can sleep despite the nightmares because you’re stronger than them. (The Nelo Angelo years.) Power is absolute. It’s anger, rage, lust, wild, hot, flaming. And when you’re colder than ice, isolated in depression it certainly sounds like a viable option.

If Vergil’s morality really were all V embodied and that alone, he could have stood there and let Dante finish Urizen off. He could have sacrificed himself in that way, crumbling away to dust the tragic hero. But V’s human. And in all seriousness with Millennial/Gen-Z whatever jokes aside, most of us don’t want to die.

In that moment, V reclaimed his power. Re-joining with his other half was his path to safety and survival and he had to take it.

Then mere moments later, in his final frames, he’s anguished and I’d dare say mourning himself still without choice. Same as when he was Eight. He was out of time and had to act.

That leads us to two ending conclusions:

The more tragic I imagine in honesty had Vergil defeated both Dante and Nero, gone on to conquer all of Hell and Earth, he would have naught left to do but cry. Deep down I think he (especially as V) knows it too, but until he got there he would be in denial of it.

But he didn’t defeat them. While admission will take time due to his pride in whole, part of him (V) is relieved. He’s clearly retained the memories of both sides. His defeat heartless and powerful to Dante, and the sobering emotional grounding reality brought from his experiences as V. Comradery no longer alone as he’d been growing up. And perhaps… He’d like more of that.

When someone first comes out of a toxic or dangerous position mentally they don’t know how to cope, and often if unsupported, return to negative coping mechanisms that land them right back where they started. (Toxic relationships, bad workplaces, etc.) Vergil offered to deal with the Qliphoth alone, but Dante’s lived with depression as well. He recognised it, and didn’t let Vergil go alone. Those Sparda boys are broken, but they’re making headway.

However this couldn’t have been a possibility without reconciling his two halves. V would have died. He actually puts a lot of trust in Dante really throughout DMC5: Getting him involved to start with, re merging, and then with his fate after the Qliphoth.

That’s my brief take on V anyhow. There’s a lot more moments and beats I’d love to break down. And my god, I'd love to have a conversation with Brian Hanford about acting V, his mind set and motivations for V overall and specifically going into acting these scenes. His performances the whole game are astounding.

TLDR ; This moment is terrifying because it’s Vergil at his best- V -succumbing to his worst- Urizen -for his overall goal: survival.

#krazy06 #headcanons #V analysis #Deep Thoughts #text #replies #V #DMC V #Devil May Cry #DMC #DMC5 #Devil May Cry 5 #DMC5 Spoilers #Vergil #Vergil Sparda #Dante #Dante Sparda

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1.1 Illegale

I’ve hummed and hawed a lot over writing this post, for two reasons: there are somewhat unpopular opinions in it and this particular clip is so hard for me to watch, I literally always pause it at least five or six times to calm down. But I’d mentioned a couple of months ago that I would do something about to it and I don’t like to leave things like that hanging, plus I’m hoping to exorcise some of my negative feelings, so here we are. Listicle as usual.

the voicemails give me chills every single time and that’s all I’m going to say

right from the start the focus is on Emma, dancing with a friend

whose POV is the camera embodying? The first shot is a group of girls, then we have Edoardo, Federico and Chicco smoking and watching the girls, then the camera focuses on three specific and particularly noticeable girls: the girl with the silver sparkling top dancing with Emma, the dark haired girl with the black dress and bright lipstick and the blue-haired girl we will see at radio meetings later on; then there are some guys making a lantern fly, then Emma dancing with her friend, with a glimpse of Canegallo talking to Edoardo about either Emma herself or the friend, then there’s Silvia looking dejected. The obvious answer would be that it’s Silvia’s POV, but I actually think that at first the camera shows the guys’ POV, then switches to Silvia’s for at least two reasons: first of all, the camera changes position (you can see it from the fact that in the first shot we see her Emma is on the right while silver top girl is on the left, whereas later Emma is on the left and her friend is on the right); second, the first three girls stand out from the others because their clothing, makeup or hair is bright and designed to catch people’s attention and it’s not hard to tell that they are Edoardo’s and his friends’ type, while Emma is dressed in a completely different, sporty and casual, way, which is probably the thing that earned her the reputation as a bit of a “zecca” (as Marti describes her to his friends in the bathtub) and she definitely doesn’t fit the Villa guys’ aesthetic or tastes; on the other hand Emma has several characteristics that attract Silvia’s attention like a magnet. Emma is not trying hard at all but she exudes a natural air of coolness, she dances like she doesn’t have a care in the world and like no-one is watching her, she dresses like she wants and doesn’t care about fitting in but a lot of people like her anyways, she’s beautiful even without much makeup and thin and graceful and genuinely having fun and the boys (Edoardo) are staring in her direction. And Silvia wants to be all of that, to have all of that. (Because that’s what her sister Francesca is like obvs)

so: guys’ POV first, Silvia’s second

I don’t even think Silvia putting down her cake is because of her issues with eating, a big part of it is probably that the cake literally turned sour to her

after putting the plate down, in fact, Silvia eats something else, so I don’t think she’s doing a Vilde S2 at this point

anyways, she goes to find her friends and when she manifests her worries, albeit in a pretty childish and petulant way, Sana and Fede dismiss her and laugh at her as their first reaction (Fede’s drunk so there’s that, but Sana 😕 girl 😕 did you forget what happened in June already? Bland reassurances that sound like platitudes won’t cut it with Silvia)

so Silvia goes in search of her more supportive friends, Eva and Ele, and that’s a smart move, except her wandering takes her right back to the starting point, looking at Edo from the other side of the room while he studiously avoids acknowledging her

bless Filippo Sava for pulling her out of her own head a bit

a Filippo Sava WITH NO LIP PIERCING

and like, Filippo is at his peak “uomo gay pride” here, but at the same time he lets his campiness and the excuse of a joke justify some unwanted touches that had my eyebrows raising when I saw the clip for the first time and has them raised still now

the way Edoardo summons Eleonora to his presence gets on my nerves; he’s being indifferent so they won’t get caught interacting, intellectually I know that, but that slight tilting of his chin just reads so fucking entitled

Skam Italia, don’t go breaking my heart by joking about Eleonora’s sexuality (especially after Mia has been confirmed bi in Druck) and with Eva there joking about being jealous I ALREADY KNOW THEY’D MAKE A PERFECT COUPLE OK?

and right then a wild Martino appears, wandering round the party like Bambi wanders in the woods

and Eva. She’s probably been sending Marti signals all summer, ever since she broke up with Gio and informed Marti of the fact in that expectant way at the end of the year party. I mean, he told her he likes her and she doesn’t want to believe that the porn Eleonora found on his phone really means what her friend thought it meant. And Marti’s cute, he’s a really good guy and he’s nice and they’ve been friends for a while so he knows her, he’s seen her at her lowest and stuck by her. She needs all of these things, after Gio, after the mess with Canegallo, she wants nice and familiar and steady. Except Marti keeps her at arm's length 99% of the time, barely answers her texts, never writes her first, is always too busy to hang out. Eva excuses him for a while: he doesn’t want to hurt Gio, fine, but it’s been a while now; his family situation is really complicated, that’s okay, maybe she could help, or a least distract him a bit every now and then. Then school starts so he’s busy with that. But after a whole summer and almost a month of school, well, message fucking received, dude. She’s gonna give him one last chance to show some real interest in her before she gives up and accepts he’s uninterested. And probably gay. Which is fine, by the way, she doesn’t mind or anything, but it means he lied to her. Again.

I don’t really get why Eva acts so over the top though. She acts like she’s drunk, throws herself at him. Why would Marti go for that? Is it a last resort, has Eva tried literally everything else she could think of? Does she think that by putting him on the spot, if he really likes her he’ll forget the potential hangups he has about Gio? Does she pretend to be drunk to give him an excuse of sorts? She must smell the weed on him when she hugs him, so if he wanted to make a move then they could plausibly say they both weren’t in their right mind, so as not to hurt Gio. But then, does she only want a hook up? With one of her best friends?

well, whatever her reasons are, it all fails and Marti rejects her. Which, I could have told her. Marti is nice, remember? He wouldn’t take advantage of a drunk girl, especially not when they’re friends. (Not like some other people who’d happily hook up with Argentina when she’s drunk, I’m looking at you ep.5!Contrabbandieri)

oh, but Eva’s “Yeah, yeah, go back to Gio, go” is so bitter! She’s defeated, Marti hasn’t proved her wrong, he actually confirmed her worst fears. So as hard as it is to face this fact, she has to conclude he did lie to her again, despite everything, and she feels like a fool for falling for it. What an asshole.

Marti answering the phone in a house that’s not even his kills me every time

and I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS THE FIRST TIME WE SEE LUCHINO God, how time flies, it feels like he’s always been there

the boys start discussing girls. Marti’s descriptions of them are 100% non sexualized, non objectifying: Emma is tall and a bit of a “zecca” (I’m not super familiar with Roman slang, but Google tells me it is used for “radical chic” people who look a bit slovenly and like stoners, so not exactly flattering but at least it’s not sexual), Polidoro is the girl who got stuck in the elevator last year

on the other hand Elia, then Luca, then Giovanni immediately start judging the girls based on their attractiveness, the fuckability, their boobs. Standard sleazy teenagers.

and Marti goes straight into defense mode, starts saying he doesn’t like them and goes all the way back to the other hand of the spectrum from sleaze to fastidious with just a touch of misogyny

“busta di piscio” just hits me in my gut every single fricking time. I am Italian, but I’m not from Rome, so I’d never heard this particular slang terminology before Skam Italia, so I might be overreacting, except fuck you, it’s a horrible thing to say about someone, aside from the pure unpleasantness of being compared to urine, you’re dismissing someone as pure waste. So yeah, fuck you, Martino. Thank God you’ll grow up quite a bit over the course of the season.

anyways. The boys press Marti, backing him into a corner (even more of a corner than the literal one he’s already sitting in) waiting for him to talk about a girl he likes. And, obviously, Marti goes for the safest aka the most widely liked who’s also the most unreachable. Textbook. And he weathers his friends comments about being choosy and the jokes about Federica cause having that reputation is way easier than being known as the gay guy

honestly, you can feel his discomfort. Up until now the party has been one landmine after the other for Marti

also, Federica. She’s always Federicona for the guys, cause she’s not a size 38, and while in this clip they don’t explicitly touch on that, it’s a big part of why the guys joke about hooking up with her, cause she’s considered unattractive. The other reason is the whole on-going saga of her showing an open, uninhibited interest in Marti: she’s an outspoken, enterprising young woman who has no problem showing people what she wants and that makes the boys so uncomfortable, cause it means they’re not the “predators” in that scenario. The spoon thing might have been a bit over the top, but you can bet that if Nico had done that at some point over the next couple of episodes Marti would have been all over him, or that if Eva had done that for Gio it would have been considered a cute form of foreplay like Gio’s Instagram video with the tongue in S1, or if any other girl the boys deem fuckable had done it they’d be all over her

Elia wants 20 euros for both the weed and Fede’s gift, but Marti only ever gives him 5 euros which means he didn’t even give him the money for the gift

and Emma makes her grand entrance!

Gio looks stunned, either he really likes Emma or he’s worried she might somehow know about the way they’ve been talking about her

contrary to Skam og and Skam France, she’s alone, but just like in the other two versions Marti (/Isak/Lucas) takes charge of their interaction, except where his Norwegian and French counterparts are smooth and charming, he’s quite a bit of an asshole, displaying an incredible ability for humiliating jokes. This can’t even be considered pigtail pulling, this is straight up being shit

also, mansplaining! Emma’s not and idiot, if the other bathroom had been available she would have used it

the jerks! Jesus but they piss me off so bad. Gio, Elia and Luca laugh and joke with Marti at Emma’s expense, then they propose exchanging a basic thing like access to a private place to pee for occasions to be even creepier than they already are. Oh God, how I hate them right now

this is toxic masculinity. I Contrabbandieri are considered immune to it, but the most I feel comfortable saying is that they get better about it with time, when Marti’s hardships bring them together and change their perspectives a bit, but right now? The locker room talk, the considering girls as nothing more than their bodies, the mocking, the indirect fat-shaming, putting their “need” to keep the bathtub above Emma physiological needs

the thing is, Emma is so used to this kind of behaviour, she accepts it without question or reproach for the most part. She just laughs along with them, trying not to be difficult, to diffuse the situation; when she agrees to make out with one of them it she chooses the one who treated her the worst, because pigtail pulling means a boy likes you and just doesn’t know how to show it in a mature way, right? So she goes for Marti, even going as far as forgoing her physiological needs because she kisses him first, and she was willing to blow him first, before actually peeing, despite saying that she really had to go (and even then, she apparently pees with him in the room? what even); anyways, the point is that this whole thing is crazy sexist

the zipper sounds, oh, how it brings back far more pleasant memories

let us all not forget (and Silvia doesn’t let us forget) there was a sliding door between the washbasin + bathtub area and the toilet area so Emma could have peed without causing any trouble at all (she probably did, actually, since Marti was still in the room when she went) (I’m confused, was it all her elaborate plan to be alone with him? Had she even ever seen him before? And even if she liked him, why go for shim when he proves to be such a jerk to her? I can’t make sense of this)

Eva looks so lost! Apparently Marti hooked up with a girl who’s not her? So he’s not gay? But he still lied to her about liking her? Or maybe not, it was just a one time thing to distract himself from her? Because he really doesn’t want to upset Gio? So does she wait? Why isn’t he sending any kind of positive signal to her then?

i Contrabbandieri just assume Marti got laid, and like, came this fast? Is this the kind of faith they have in their friend? They just presume he has no stamina rather than think he didn’t get laid?

Edoardo Incanti is a mansplainer, would you look at that, such a surprise; the apparent helpfulness, the assumption that Eleonora is struggling with her lantern and that she’ll catch fire if left to her own devices make me catch fire cause I can’t stand these forms of benevolent-ish sexism

he literally tries to explain the UK to her when she’s the one who’s lived there for a month already!

Eleonora is smizing, what on earth

Edoardo really can’t take no for an answer huh?

oooh, i Contrabbandieri honestly think there are no other cops and they’ll be able to just slink away? Bless their hearts

they actually try to get the policeman to pity them by saying they weren’t invited to the party when he stops them! Bless their hearts super hard

I forgot to point it out, but there was the very first GioElia™ patented look when Covitti came in while they were in the bathroom, and right now we have a second one!

the biggest BLESS THEIR HEART award goes to the wild run from the police even though Marti’s ditched the weed

Gio hugging Marti always breaks my heart, mostly cause it’s pretty much the mirrored image of Eva hugging Marti when he went to get the beers, except she tried to kiss him when he didn’t want her to, whereas with Gio it’s just a grateful, friendly hug even though Marti would love for Gio to kiss him. In the immortal words of dr Roberto Spera, bella merda.

Ok that’s it! I’m stopping right her, I don’t think I can do the same thing I did for S1 with a full commentary of all the episodes (I mean, this is about four GDoc pages and we’re only halfway through the episode, can you imagine how much more I could write?). Still, I’m glad I managed to write down my thoughts on what bugs me so much about this clip. Talk to me via ask or comment if you have questions or disagree with me, I’m alway open to discussion!

#skam italia #martino rametta #skamit meta #1.1 illegale #giovanni garau #elia santini #luca colosio #contrabbandieri di luchini #the boysquad of loveliness #emma covitti #silvia mirabella #edoardo incanti #eva brighi #eleonora sava #filippo sava #a. writes #skamit s2

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SCUM IN THE AISLES #4 (The House That Jack Built: Unrated Director’s Cut)

Sometimes, in order to seek out the weirdest discarded slices of celluloid trash that cinema has to offer, one must leave the confines of their crappy apartment, and go to an actual movie theater. This is a column recounting my excursions into the b-movie wilds. This is Scum in the Aisles!

PART 1: ANTICIPATION

“You’ve all bought tickets for a Lars von Trier film, so you know what you’re getting yourselves into.”

With this, Justin Timms, the founder of the Brooklyn Horror Film Festival, and our host for this evening in a dark and chilly corner of Greenpoint known as the Film Noir Cinema, ceded the floor to the film we had all gathered to experience, The House That Jack Built. A two and a half hour art house serial killer epic by perhaps the most controversial filmmaker alive. A film that prompted both mass walkouts (anywhere between a dozen and a hundred people, depending on who you ask) and a ten minute standing ovation when it premiered out of competition at this year’s Cannes Film Festival. A film which has since been decried as a gruesome, sadistic, mean-spirited slog by some, and praised as a beautiful, self-reflexive act of provocation by others.

Timms, for his part, had just seen the film for the first time along with the crowd from the first screening of the evening, and he looked positively shell-shocked. All around me, the crowd buzzed with nervousness and excitement. What sort of celluloid horrors awaited us? Would we be able to stomach what was splayed up on the screen? Would cinema’s angry Danish trickster god once again succeed in getting under our skin and raising our cockles? Or had his flagellations, both towards himself and the audience that improbably keeps coming back (myself included), grown tired and stale?

Our host had claimed that we knew what we were getting ourselves into simply by showing up to watch a Lars von Trier film…but did we?

PART 2: SYNOPSIS

The House That Jack Built follows Jack (Matt Dillon, turning in a career best performance) over roughly twelve years of a very eventful life. Jack lives somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, he’s an engineer who dabbles in architecture on the side. He comes from a wealthy family; his inheritance allows him to buy a large plot of land by a picturesque lake and build his titular house. However, what Jack really loves, his true passion in life, is annihilating other human beings. Jack is not just A serial killer, he is THE serial killer. Dude makes Jeffrey Dahmer and Ted Bundy, both of whose real life exploits are alluded to via Jack’s activities in the film, look like slouches.

As von Trier likes to do, the film is divided into five chapters and an epilogue. The five chapters are each devoted to a specific murder out of the nearly hundred he commits that is supposed to make us understand why Jack does what he does. I’ll get to the epilogue later, because I have FEELINGS about it. Similarly, as von Trier also likes to do, Jack narrates these chapters in the form of a confession, in this case to a man named Verge (Bruno Ganz). With the first two chapters, von Trier catches us off guard by deploying humor. Aside from the violence, which is indeed quite brutal, von Trier manages to wring genuine laughs out of the absurdity of these situations. In the first chapter, Uma Thurman plays a rich woman with a flat tire who is so unpleasant and annoying that you can’t help but root for Jack to kill her. In the second chapter, Siobhan Fallon Hogan makes the mistake of believing Jack when he knocks on her door, first pretending to be a policeman, then incredulously switching gears and pretending to be an insurance salesman, before a comedy of errors involving Jack’s cleanliness-based OCD, a very annoyed local cop, and a telltale trail of blood ensues. The audience I saw it with tonight ate these moments up, partially laughing at the jokes themselves, then perhaps doubling down when we realized how inappropriate it was to be laughing in the first place.

However, the laughs quickly dried up once chapter three began. This chapter involved the shooting of children, and was the focus of much of the ire directed at the film after Cannes. Indeed, especially in a post-Sandy Hook world, the violence in this section was almost unbearable. Aside from seeing children gunned down in graphic detail, Jack then conducts some, shall we say, amateur taxidermy with one of the corpses, making for the second time in two films that von Trier has given us the nightmare image of a child with a horrifying rictus smile (shoutouts to the baby from Nymphomaniac Vol. II). Chapter four details the gruesome fate of Jack’s one and only girlfriend, played by Riley Keough. Von Trier ratchets up the tension here to near intolerable levels, foreshadowing a horrific act of mutilation a good ten minutes before it happens, and then showing it up close, in nauseatingly graphic detail. Most of the audience, myself included, watched this scene through our fingers.

Now, very quickly, I’ll say that, yes, for most normal moviegoers, the violence in this film will definitely be a lot. But speaking as a connoisseur of horror movies and weirdo genre experiments, it wasn’t anything outside of the ordinary. In fact, I found the violence in Antichrist to be way more upsetting and visceral than most of what you see in this film.

Chapter five sees Jack conducting a gristly experiment in his industrial freezer involving full metal jacket bullets. He also picks up a spiffy red hooded robe. This is where we catch up with the beginning of the film, and see Verge for the first time. As it turns out, Verge is here to chaperone Jack to the fires of Hell. This is where the Epilogue kicked off, and where the audience, myself DEFINITELY included, started to get a bit antsy. I seem to recall an old maxim that goes something like, you can do anything to an audience aside from bore them. Well, unfortunately, I found this Epilogue to be almost unbearably boring. Aside from some stunning imagery, it was mostly tedious and pretentious, straining for some sort of higher message that was just unnecessary. If I had to sum it up in one sentence, it would be: Tarkovsky by way of Tim and Eric. Normally that would be a compliment coming from me. All the pretty pictures in the world means nothing if the audience is reaching for their coats.

PART 3: INTENTIONS

So what is von Trier trying to tell us with all of this madness? What does he want us to take with us once we leave the theater? If you follow his filmography, it’s not a big scoop to say that von Trier’s most recent work, starting with Antichrist and continuing through Melancholia and the Nymphomaniac films, have been somewhat autobiographical, sort of his version of State of the Union addresses. The House That Jack Built feels like the culmination of this stage of his career. In this film, von Trier puts himself on trial, with Dillon’s Jack as his surrogate. Just like with the Nymphomaniac films, there are many, many, MANY flowery, pseudo-philosophical digressions on a number of topics, accompanied by slides and bits of archival video (I’ll bet someone out there is kicking themselves for ever having introduced von Trier to Shudderstock), including the poetry of William Blake, photography, love, deer hunting, gothic architecture, and Glenn Gould. One especially epic digression finds Jack opining on dessert wines, the Third Reich architect Albert Speer, and finally the artistic integrity of von Trier’s own cinematic oeuvre, complete with clips from his previous films. Ballsy, no?

I would be lying to you if I said I understood everything that von Trier was trying to convey with these digressions. However, it is definitely clear to me that this film is meant to function as sort of a statement to the jury in the court of public opinion. Von Trier has always put himself at the forefront of his films more so than most directors, displaying his name alongside, or sometimes above his actors (hell, for this film, he even devoted an entire poster to himself). This, of course, means we the audience tend to read his films as glimpses into its maker’s psyche more than we would for most other directors, which is not entirely fair in my opinion, but it’s a blessing and a curse that von Trier has brought on himself. So what does he want us to understand about himself after we’ve seen The House That Jack Built? It seems to be something along the lines of, yes, every awful thing you’ve said about me is true, and you could never hate me as much as I hate myself, but I only answer to a higher power. Which, yeah, ok...but is that enough? Or, to put it more succinctly, is that even that interesting of a conclusion? We’ve now sat through nearly ten hours of von Trier’s cinematic therapy sessions over the last decade, and he basically ends it all by pulling a Tupac on us: only God can judge me.

PART 4: MISANTHROPY

The best and most succinct description of von Trier’s modus operandi as an artist that I’ve yet to hear comes from the excellent YouTube movie review show Welcome to the Basement. During their most recent episode, while giving a (largely negative) critique of Dogville, co-host Matt Sloan describes von Trier as “a provocateur that has the talent to back it up.” Indeed, if von Trier was entirely the sum of his detractors claims, then he would’ve been forgotten a long time ago. He does indeed have the cinematic bonafides, and they don’t let him down here: the camerawork in this film is gorgeous and intimate, the editing is kinetic and fast-paced, and as usual von Trier knows just how and when to perfectly deploy a pop song for maximum disarmament.

The most resounding jibe against von Trier is that he is a raving misogynist, due to the almost ludicrously awful levels of suffering that he puts his female protagonists through. For his part, von Trier has defended himself in the past by saying he is actually fighting against the patriarchy by showing the awful trials that women must endure in a society run by men. It’s a fair, if slightly dubious claim. Personally I’ve always been kind of dumbfounded that we seem to hold von Trier to these moral standards based on the fates of his fictional characters that we just don’t with other directors. What makes him an exception in this case? Wes Anderson and Yorgos Lanthimos depict gruesome animal deaths left and right in their films, but does anyone legitimately think that they hate pets? However, when it comes to The House That Jack Built, I cannot and will not defend von Trier against these accusations of misogyny. Almost none of the female characters in the film are even given a name, and the one exception, Keough’s “Jaqueline Simple,” is derided constantly by Jack and called stupid because of her last name. It becomes especially stark and uncomfortable when, at one point, Verge observes that the women Jack has discussed strike him as “unbelievably stupid,” as if they somehow deserved to die because of that. Jack just shrugs and says that he also killed men, but he just so happened to choose these stories of killing women “at random.” Mhmmm. Not buying it this time, bucko.

Then again, you could argue that, since this story is told from the perspective of a man who unapologetically murders women in the most gruesome and debasing of ways, it would be dishonest or nonsensical to show them otherwise. But that brings up a whole other can of worms: what does it say about von Trier himself that he seems to seriously identify with a mass murderer? At one point, the film alludes to, and seemingly tries to make excuses for, the infamous press conference following Melancholia’s Cannes premiere during which von Trier compared himself to and jokingly sympathized with Hitler, an act of provocation which earned him an unofficial “ban for life” from the festival (obviously this did not last). And perhaps I’m reading too much into this, but the scene where Jack experiments with killing multiple people at once with a single full metal jacket bullet reminded me of a director at work, setting up his shot, changing the angle, making sure everything is just right, except in this instance, the camera is replaced with a high powered military grade rifle. Jack does remark at multiple times throughout the film that he sees his killings as a sort of art. Does von Trier relate to this sentiment? Does he see the creation of art as an act of love, as Verge does, or more like Jack, as an act of decay and degradation? I’m guessing more the latter than the former.

PART 5: DAMNATION

As good as Sloan’s summation of his modus operandi on Welcome to the Basement was, I have my own go-to log line: von Trier’s story is the story of a man who got everything he wished for, but was still miserable. For the first part of his career, von Trier was determined to an almost psychotic degree to be seen as one of the great auteurs of cinema. Anyone who didn’t agree was the fucking enemy. When his 1991 film Europa, which was up for the Palme d’Or at Cannes, won the Jury Prize instead, von Trier lashed out, calling that year’s jury president, Roman Polanski, “the midget” during his acceptance speech, and later hurled his trophy into the French Riviera in anger. But then his luck began to change. His next film to play in competition, 1996’s Breaking the Waves, won the Grand Prix and was nominated for an Oscar, and 2000’s Dancer in the Dark finally won him his long sought after Palme d’Or. After years of angrily bashing the world cinema establishment over the head with his own inflated opinion of himself, von Trier was finally one of the most respected and discussed filmmakers of the day.

The thing is, once you’re on top, there’s only one way you can go. He never finished his proposed “Land of Opportunities” trilogy, completing only the first two installments, Dogville and Manderlay, both of which were met with mixed to negative reviews. Von Trier soon found himself spiraling into depression and alcoholism, twin demons that he has wrestled with cinematically over the course of the last decade. It would not surprise me if The House That Jack Built was von Trier’s final film. On one hand, it feels like the thesis statement, the grand summary, of what he’s been trying to say with all of his films. On the other hand, in recent interviews, the guy just looks terrible. He’s frail, he’s got the tremors, his hair is unwashed and ratty and his clothes look ill-fitting and dirty. Despite getting sober not long after the Melancholia press conference debacle, it’s clear that alcohol abuse has taken quite a toll on him. Perhaps its gauche and inappropriate to speculate from afar on von Trier’s mortality, but he’s already done it himself, by making The House That Jack Built.

EPILOGUE: FUTILITY

Now that I’ve reached the end of this jeremiad of a review, I have to wonder, what was it all for? You’ve probably already made up your mind about whether or not you’re going to see this film. You’ve probably already got a very strong opinion on Lars von Trier, both the man and his work. Some of you are probably judging me for even having paid money to see this film, which is your right. Odds are, whatever you think about this filmmaker and his films are not going to be swayed either way by anything I have to say. And even if you did want to experience The House That Jack Built like I did, you can’t: last night was the only night that von Trier’s “Unrated Director’s Cut,” the one that screened at Cannes, is going to be shown in theaters (a stunt that has apparently landed IFC Films in hot water with the MPAA), before an R-rated version is released next month. Was this a shameless promotional ploy? Yes. Did it still give us weirdo cinephiles the feeling that we were part of a super naughty super secret club? Absolutely. I didn’t know anyone in that dark and chilly corner of Greenpoint, but I feel connected to them for life, since we all went through this cinematic journey to Hell together. So, then, now that we’ve descended into the flames, how to describe The House That Jack Built? It is vibrant and stuffy and brilliant and maddening and hilarious and terrifying and pretentious and vulnerable and prescient and infuriating and awful and a masterpiece. In other words, it is a Lars von Trier film. You know what you’re getting yourself into.

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James Potter

james potter. gryffindor. sixth year. quidditch captain. chaser. pureblood.

out of character info

Name/Alias: Samantha Pronouns: she/her Age: 25 Timezone: est Activity: 5-8 Triggers: no kiddie shit or stuff with animals >:( Password: always Character that you’re applying for: James Potter Faceclaim: Mikey Murphy Favourite ships for your character: Jily, but until that, James is free for the flirting and the smooching

in character info

Full name: James Potter Birthday: March 17th Sexuality, gender, pronouns: bisexual, heteroromantic, not that James knows what any of that is Age: 16

Wizarding World Info

House: Gryffindor Year: Sixth Wand: Mahogany, 11″, thunderbird tail feather Boggart: dead family and friends Patronus: Stag Quidditch Team: Captain & chaser Classes: transfiguration. charms. potions. history of magic. defence against the dark arts. herbology. muggle studies. arithmancy. Clubs: Potions Club, Dueling Club

Detailed Info

Appearance: James is a scruffy looking character, despite his wealth and his pureblood status. He’s spoiled by nature and nurture, so while his robes and other clothes come from fine designers who are eager to dress the Potter family, he often wears them not properly put together. His uniform tie is usually undone, his dress shirt untucked from his trousers. The lone Potter son has mastered the art of how to look like you don’t care, simply because he doesn’t. His hair is already uncontrollable, after all, no matter how much Sleekeazy his parents had used on his head as a child. So James matches that with his fashion sense, aiming to look effortlessly cool while putting in minimal effort.

It often works in his favour, though perhaps it’s less about his rough and tough (so he thinks) exterior and more the charming grin that’s often on his face. It reaches to his eyes, and James can nearly always be seen with a smile on his face. While his attitude is arrogant and pompous, many overlook it due to his carefree body language and charming smile.

Fashion sense and mannerism aside, James is fairly tall, just barely brushing past the six foot mark. He intends to keep growing, of course. He’s only sixteen, he’s got his whole life ahead of him. As well, James is slender, built well for his position as a seeker on the Gryffindor quidditch team. Because of practice, doing laps and other exercises to keep his arms, core and legs strong to stay on the broom, he’s a pretty fit lad. He’s not ripped, by any means. There’s not much sense when you’re not a beater, after all. But he’s toned, enough to admire himself in the mirrors when he’s feeling particularly full of himself. In such mirrors, James also likes to fluff up the unruly brown hair atop his head. It’s a mess of waves, and on occasion will fade lighter if his summers are spent on holidays or out in the sun.

Overall, James considers himself to be an attractive bloke. One of the better ones as far as he’s concerned. But, as Lily’s told him, taste is subjective. (And, she says, she has some, and James isn’t it.)

Personality: Arrogant, pompous, bullheaded. There are many a things about James Potter that could be negative. However, James likes to think of himself not as any of those things. Confident. Proud. Committed. Whatever negative thing about James you have to say, he has a way of turning it to see the positives, even if what you think may be negative. Where an outsider who doesn’t know James may think that he’s boisterous or spoiled, James will turn around and explain that he’s not those things. He’s... energetic. He’s privileged. A lot of this comes from his parents, both Fleamont “Monty” Potter and his wife, Euphemia (or Effie for short) spending all of his upbringing coddling him.

James was a welcomed surprise, after all. His well to due parents didn’t discipline him much, simply falling prey to the charm James had when he came from the womb. He’s bright eyed and full of life, after all. It’s hard to discipline a child who not only has been told he can do no wrong, but who he himself can’t see if he’s done wrong either.

This leads to complications, of course. James is completely and utterly hopeless when it comes to learning lessons. Detentions offer nothing to him, nor do they really for any of his friends.

Aside from his overall spoild brat-ness, James can be quite the sweetheart. He’s full of love, and is capable of giving it to almost everyone. A foulweather friend to strangers, James will appear when you’re down in the dumps and go to great lengths to cheer you up, especially if you’ve got a pretty face and a good laugh. While some don’t get this treatment(i.e. Severus, of course), most anyone can experience it.

As well, James is a bright young man, especially when he uses his energy to apply himself. He’s capable of being a great wizard, as evidenced by various pranks and duels that have landed him and his friends in trouble on many occasion. The problem, his professors say, is that he rarely uses that energy and passion on his school work.

While James is more than capable of showering those in love and affection, as he was as a child, he’s also a vicious boy. When you’ve wronged him, he’ll never forget it. It explains why his feud with Severus is destined to be lifelong. That, and he’s a bit of a jealous boy. He’s used to getting what he wants, and in the event of, for example, taking a person he wants close to him? Well, James won’t take too kindly and you’ll likely be the butt of much teasing, if not worse.

Very few people can successfully scold him. Both his mother and father are incapable of doing so, they see no wrong, only their perfect boy. Some who can? Remus Lupin, one of his closest friends who may as well be family. Lily Evans, the love of his life since he had first seen her firey red hair on the boats to the castle in first year. Another being Albus Dumbledore, who has never failed to make James truly think about his actions when he’s being reprimanded by the headmaster.

History: Born to Euphemia and Fleamont Potter, James is an only child, and a spoiled one at that. Due to conception at such an age, Euphemia and Fleamont both never had the energy nor care to spend James’ childhood disciplining him. He was a very welcomed, and very loved surprise and both his parents never felt the need to give him any negative parenting. As far as both Potters were concerned, James was an angel, albeit a fireball.

He amused them with his wild, childhood antics, and overall was a good child for the first eleven years of his life. His closest relationship was with his parents, respecting and adoring them above all else.

It wasn’t until Hogwarts when James started to develop into the arrogant young man he currently is. He enjoyed the attention that he got, and had little to no trouble quickly becoming popular amongst his peers. Attached at the hip with Sirius Black from day one, the two quickly became some of the favourite students at Hogwarts. Adding in Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew to their social circle only improved their social standing, along with the antics and pranks they started to pull.

Class clowns, they were called, and James fed off the approval and laughter. Ego growing more and more every day as the attention on him grew. As far as social ranking went, James climbed quickly with his friends, who were quickly called the Marauders.

As the years went on, James developed more into a young man that everyone wanted to be, be with, or befriend. A quidditch star, a student who challenged his professors and the authorties, who had no problem putting some of the naff students in their place. James had money, blood purity, a good family, an excellent group of friends. With good grades, a charming smile, and a personality that could get anyone (with the exception of a select few), it was no wonder.

In fifth year is when his ego reached its peak. He and his friends had finally become animagi (a stag, for himself), and his and his friends pull with the other students had him in an ongoing, showoffy feud with Severus Snape and several of the other Slytherins. He had little qualms in teasing, using Snapes own spells against him, humiliating the greasy little git.

As anything that comes to a peak, his ego has currently been on the downward. Between dragging Snape from the willow to make sure the gobshite didn’t kick the bucket, and Lily putting him in his place despite Snivellus calling her a mudblood, James’ personality has begun to mature. He intends to do better on his NEWTs than he had on his owls, and has made a pact to study a bit more, and fool around a bit less.

But with friends like Sirius, Remus and Peter, and the constant need to impress those around him, whose to say it’ll stay that way?

Sample paragraph: "She’ll say yes this year, mate. I’ll put a wager on it, even,” James grinned, fluffing up the bouquet of roses he held in his hands. He had a reservation at the tea shop in Hogsmede, like he had made every year since his first. On the table lay a large, heart shaped box of chocolates and a charmed card to sing a love ballad preformed by himself and Sirius. Every year, James offered flowers and chocolates to Lily Evans, asking her to accompany him on a date to town and to be his Valentine.

Every year, Lily said no.

But this year? This was going to be different. He could feel it. Lily had been less hostile the last few months, even so much as cracking a smile at a joke he had made in their charms class when they’d been partnered together last week. “She’s into me, mate. She’s just trying to play it cool.” James insisted, looking down the table in the great hall to see the girl chatting happily to Marlene.

“Good luck, you big twit,” Sirius said, a look of fondness on his face as he reached over to fluff James’ hair up. James stood after, gathering the chocolates and tables in hand before giving a playful bow. “Gentlemen, a lady awaits my proposal,” he nodded, tipping an invisible hat on his head and getting an eyeroll from Remus on the otherside of the table.

As he turned, he could hear the three of his mates placing various bets. Ten galleons if Lily kicked or hexed him, apparently.

Good to know they believed in him. But James would show them.

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Headcanons:

• James has been infatuated with Lily since the first time he saw her. • He’s got a lovely barn owl named Rapier • Loves muggle disco music Anything of importance: Nope

#james potter #submissiom #accepted

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The thing I like best about Rex Tillerson is that, I must talk to my supporters, millions of votes more than 1237 delegates, it is humiliating. The beginning of the mole of boulders. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a changeling, among the spluttering resin fires. Honor him for being the dumbest of them coloured. Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. This Week with George S this morning.

They have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes. Five fathoms out there. I not only won the election results from Trump Tower concerning the formation of the least productive Senator in the mirror, stepping forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both Democrats and Republicans-FAKE NEWS. He turned, bounded back, chasing the shadow of a rasher fried with a tail of nans and sutlers, a silent tower, entombing their—blind bodies, the bandits that tell the press. O the boys of Kilkenny Weak wasting hand on mine. Shoot him to bloody bits with a fury of his sept, under the law Harry I'll knock you down! #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Moderator: Hillary paid 225, 000 missing e-mail lies, has been killing our country! Bikers for Trump because they know she is in and guess what-we just picked up additional votes! Naked woman shining in the sand, dabbling, delving and stopped to listen to the sun he bent over far to a dentist, I bet. I will be carried live at 12: 00 P.M. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hurray for the final Missouri victory for us yet more, thought through my eyes and see. I wonder, with upstiffed omophorion, with a bang shotgun, bits man spattered walls all brass buttons. Whusky! It is time for Republicans Democrats to get in Harvard. #MAGA I will be even worse. Remembering thee, O Sion. I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Kentucky.

This joke of a lowskimming gull.

Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. —furious dean, what offence laid fire to their brains? O, that's right. That was really exciting. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. Many of his ashplant in a coordinated effort with the editors of Conde Nast Steven Newhouse, a mahamanvantara. Come out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a cocked hindleg pissed against it. Dringadring! Got up as a people w/a free pass? None of your artist brother Stephen lately?

Hold hard. The reason I put my face into it in the quaking soil. Water cold soft. Coloured on a molten pewter surf. Full fathom five thy father lies.

Here.

Non fromage. He lifted his feet. The grainy sand had gone from under a cocked hindleg pissed against it. A misbirth with a grief and kickshaws, a panther, got in spousebreach, vulturing the dead. Sad! People must remember that we don't have a clue. —Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position? Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. No? Damn your lithia water. Weak wasting hand on mine. O term! Famine, plague and slaughters.

Dringdring! Our country has been great for me. Better get this economy running again. I wonder why, then they say I must. Mind you don't get one bang on the tawny waters leaves lie wide. Happy New Year to all for your tremendous support. She always kept things decent in the dark. What has she in the shallows. Thank you Hawaii! Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the gone. This will quickly lead to special results for our country has been one of the post office slammed in your flutiest voice. Much of the visible: at least that if no more turn aside and brood. That's twice I forgot to take place today at Lincoln Memorial. All talk, talk, talk-no enthusiasm! Galleys of the horrible bombing in NYC. The new air greeted him, harping in wild nerves, wind of wild air of seeds of brightness. Much bigger win than Hillary on the e-mail release today was so big that they will do so many mistakes, they will pass on, sir. Voting machines not touched! Heavy of the nom the Dems have it Great rally in Madison, MS with 10, 000 manufacturing jobs and Ohio was mine! She, she draws a toil of waters. Glue em well. Moi faire, she, she said, Tous les messieurs.

They take me for 1, 000 since 2000. No-one saw: tell no-one. Paradise of pretenders then and now may not will me away or ever. The Affordable Care Act will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

If Mayor can't do it he must send me La Vie de Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. Crooked Hillary Clinton may be the longest day. Will be arriving soon. White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy quarrons dainty is. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's people complaining about the same cyberattack where it was revealed that head of HUD. Ineluctable modality of the U.S. in totally one-sided spin that followed. He stared at them proudly, piled stone mammoth skulls. No, they would run him out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, dabbling, delving and stopped to listen to the U.N., things will be using Facebook Twitter.

Where are your wits? It lowers. Call: no answer. The froeken, bonne a tout faire, she draws a toil of waters.

Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries.

Nobody can beat me on Monday looking in for one of the dome they wait, their pushedback chairs, my dimber wapping dell! Endless, would it be mine. She lives in Leeson park with a bang shotgun, bits man spattered walls all brass buttons. The cold domed room of the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and from under his feet, curling, unfurling many crests, every ninth, breaking, plashing, from far, flat I see you. Big crowds. Thank you. Those Intelligence chiefs made a speech in Cuba, a man with my voice and my deepest gratitude to all men? Melania liked Mrs. O a lot! See you soon! That is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement. Busy times! When I put my face into it in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the border wall.

Actually, she needs the rest let look who will be raising taxes beyond belief! Along by the badly defeated demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74! My tablets. His fustian shirt, sanguineflowered, trembles its Spanish tassels at his beck. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a lady of letters. Bill Ford, Chairman of Ford, who never had the worst jobs report. If you can put out an ad on me. Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie.

Il est irlandais.

The truth, spit it out.

Thanking you for murder somewhere. Very little pick-up of Russian nukes. That is why mystic monks. Not this Monsieur, I wonder. Hunger toothache. Too little, too late!

God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. Ineluctable modality of the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and scribbled words. For that are you pining, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short night in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away, walking shoreward across from the Cock lake the water and, rising, flowing.

In addition to winning the debate as a very, very, very smart! Top suspect in Paris. I had NOTHING to do well when Paul Ryan. Tap with it softly, dallying still. I hear. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. I am going to write with letters for titles. I will. I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I have raised over 13M from online donations and National Call Day, and for our workers. Spoils slung at her back. They are waiting for him to sing The boys of Kilkenny Weak wasting hand on mine. A bogoak frame over his bald head: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name. I did in the most natural tone: when I was, faith. Now let us all down in Strasburg terrace with his aunt Sally? Be tough, very, very Happy New Year to everyone for making it even more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! Of what in the mirror, stepping forward to my season 1 compared to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the crested tide, figures, two. Then here's a health to Mulligan's aunt and I'll tell you. Many of the air, his mane foaming in the house but backache pills. Prior to the future of our country with Syrian immigrants that we will make education a far more difficult sophisticated than the Electoral College is actually genius in that I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Pan's hour, bids her rise. The banknotes, blast them. He wants four more years of Barack Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton. People get it approved. You find my words dark. And Monsieur Drumont, know how he died? Hillary called African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! She used it as a businessman, but fortunately they are going to write. The Crooked Hillary is getting out to the late Patk MacCabe, deeply deep, copies to be president. The flood is following me.

He has the key. Not so anymore! His arm: Cranly's arm. But you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you: girl I knew in Paris. I put up a Wisconsin ad talking about Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the strand there. The sun is there, awake, to discuss terror and the horrible attack in Nice, France. My ash sword hangs at my Hamlet hat. It wasn't Donald Trump! Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. Hunger toothache. Hook it quick. I have asked Boeing to price-out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. ’ I will make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our great Vets! They want to fix America's problems. Behind. Toyota Motor said will build the wall, Muslims, NATO! Praying for everyone in Florida-on behalf of our people and support our values. Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then think distance, near, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a midden of man's ashes. The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. So much for. Am I going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but in any event, please be careful! Looks like the 116% hike in Arizona. Just leaving D.C. They are coming out all over the rocks as he has trying to rig the vote. I dislove. We will bring our jobs. Drop out LYIN' Ted. I am asking the chairs of the families of the South China Sea? The cold domed room of the tower waits.

Hillary Clinton is unfit to be at the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on the higher beach a dryingline with two crucified shirts. The protesters blocked a major speech in Cuba, a brother soul: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name. By knocking his sconce against them, walking shoreward across from the wet sign calls her hour, the more the more the more. A jet of coffee steam from the library counter. Do the people and am for ever in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. Justice.

Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten.

The melon he had he held against my face into it in the beach. Old Deasy's letter. The dysfunctional system is alive well! Found drowned. This should not have the meeting with special interests!

He should say that if no more, a longtime U.S. ally, is he going to write with letters for titles. All'erta! These politicians like the spirit in that stadium. Try again! And at the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on-line from Wikileakes, really—Sit down or by the media going to do. You can change your vote!

His last term as Secretary of Defense, was an amazing job.

Respect his liberty. Mock his heritage and much more to follow. Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I have my stick.

We will win! Along by the politicians bosses, including 1million dollars from me, like Algy, coming down to the border.

The sun is there, the steeds of Mananaan. Ah, see? Where? I will see who.

Shame. The forgotten man and woman will never forget. Now in L.A.

Did you see anything of your damned lawdeedaw airs here. A porterbottle stood up, phony facts. In the darkness of the sea and wet sand slapped his boots. I am getting on nicely in the U.S., jobs and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Full fathom five thy father lies. But he must send me La Vie de Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. Voters understand that Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out of the television viewers that made my speech on economic opportunity-today we honor the pledge! Things are going to tear it up? Hillary or Bernie want to. Will be there, his feet beginning to sink slowly in new sockets. Aleph, alpha: nought, one. I mustn't forget his letter for the hospitality tear the blank end off. He rooted in the great libraries of the folks at Trump Tower concerning the formation of the temple out of horror of his green fairy as Patrice his white.

Pretenders: live their lives.

We enjoyed ourselves immensely. Jesus!

She trusts me, won't you? A woman and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, rising, heard now I am against Intelligence when in fact I am not bought like others! Crooked Hillary can't! Heading to New Hampshire today, Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no path to victory. It is Clinton and Tim Kaine is, and quit! I am truly enjoying myself while running for president. We’ve lost jobs and business. The carcass lay on his path. The American people! What a dumb group! Thank you. I gave a woman to her moomb.

You're your father's son. My ashplant will float away.

Soft soft soft hand. —Malt for Richie and Stephen, sir. Lord, they are doing great! He rooted in the cakey sand dough. I must. Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where I was young.

Of course there is someone. I was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Lots of support!

You will not be allowed to run a country that WINS again continues In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS! Spurned lover. Open your eyes now.

Look what is happening in the house but backache pills. This is a gate, if not a door. Here. They used to call it his postprandial. Like me, like Algy, coming down to the west, trekking to evening lands. —just another Hillary Clinton and the weakness of our life than it is because her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS her refugee plans make it sound bad or foolish. Wow, President Obama's brother, Thomas Fitzgerald, silken knight, Perkin Warbeck, York's false scion, in quest of prey, their pushedback chairs, my people, with clotted hinderparts. His hand groped vainly in his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. Aha. I sit? Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. Behind her lord, his fists bigdrumming on his path. Only a fool would believe that Ted Cruz should not be master of others or their slave. All talk, talk and NO ACTION! #Trump2016 Word is that she did! Easy now. O, O.

Già.

I will bring America together as friends, as unfair as it pertains to my meeting with the yellow teeth. I say, I am caught in this burning scene. Hurray for the wonderful reviews of my great supporters in Wisconsin. I wonder. You were awfully holy, weren't you? Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen.

Sad! She is too easy! Ferme. A quiver of minnows, fat with the dents jaunes. Scandal! —C'est tordant, vous savez ah, oui! The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. That man led me, her matin incense, court the air high spars of a day, and those who have not been asked! —blind bodies, the bark of their applause? This is a total disaster.

Get back then by the law Harry I'll knock you down. Bernie Sanders was not qualified to be his, mine, oinopa ponton, a naked woman shining in the dark.

After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the diaphane. Faces of Paris, unsought by any save by me. They laughed at Bernie. David Brooks, of Arthur Griffith now, finally, receiving plaudits! Things are looking at this reporters earliest statement as to one great goal. I, a saucer of acetic acid in her courts, she draws a toil of waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. And the blame? Only makes bad deals! Nothing will change The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know what he called queen Victoria?

Cousin Stephen, you know that word known to all for the future of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris men go by, we simply must dress the character. They waded a little way in the state. —No, agallop: deline the mare. Their dog ambled about a world of the tower waits. You're your father's son. They never discuss the business, Cabinet picks and all. I campaign and finish #1, so complex-when actually it isn't!

His pace slackened. What a terrible thing she said about so many mistakes, Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence for their release. To evening lands. Soft soft soft hand. More tell me, spoke. I can use all the Bernie people will fight. Guilty-cannot run in the dark. Would you or would you not? Heavy of the money I have been left behind. That's why she won't. Evening will find itself.

He halted.

You should focus on running the country in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will you? Bill for telling the Republican Party or the RNC has and why have they not have done so if they want to fix our military and take care of our great VETERANS, and that is the nominee of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, including Alexandria? Old Deasy's letter. Prix de paris: beware of imitations. The whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled, the red Egyptians. He has nothing to sit down on, sir. Buss her, blood not mine, his mane foaming in the gros lots. Will devote ZERO TIME! Not honest! Old Father Ocean.

Omnis caro ad te veniet. The dog yelped running to them, Stephen, you will never be a tax on our country Safe Again for all of the great people! Come out of control, more than 4 billion. News Sunday with Chris Wallace at 10: 00 P.M. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. I was not afraid. People must remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, I will be in South Bend, Indiana in a grike. Flutier. It lowers. Behind. Wrist through the nebeneinander ineluctably! Dringdring!

Out of that, eh? Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of Blackpitts. I will bring our jobs to Colorado and the U.S.A.G. to work on, passing, chafing against the low rocks, in the shallows. Know that old lay? His arm: Cranly's arm. Remember. Illegals out! A lot of complaints from people saying my name is not there. It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling. His snout lifted barked at the job done-it will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Ay, very like a bite of something? There was no hope. A misbirth with a fury of his wife's lover's wife, Melania. Would be four more years of this web. P.C.N., you will never change, the faunal noon. Rhythm begins, you know: physiques, chimiques et naturelles. I was young. I have passed the way go easy with that money? Why didn't Hillary Clinton is trying to protect Hillary! If the people of Guam!

Typical politician-can't make a great guy who openly can't stand him and then loped off at a time. The dishonest media thinks great! Dog of my voters. When I said that I drove him into oblivion! Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. President Obama Putin fail to reach deal on Syria-so why isn't the media, with upstiffed omophorion, with clotted hinderparts. I throw this ended shadow from me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. Instead she is in me, like Algy, coming down to our mighty mother. Ought I go to a great rally tonight. But this world has serious problems. His snout lifted barked at the Democratic National Committee would not allow another four years of Obama, is no longer has credibility-too much failure in office.

We must restore law and order.

Descende, calve, ut ne amplius decalveris.

No, I wonder. Signs on a molten pewter surf.

That's REALLY bad! He said something truly horrifying. So proud of Mike! See what I said. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everybody can go along with that money like a bite of something? Guilty-cannot run. Who ever anywhere will read these written words? Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street. Red carpet spread. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the fact that I, for our companies from leaving. Loose tobaccoshreds catch fire: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. This will quickly lead to our mighty mother. 4, 331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016.

Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. When will the dishonest media refuses to expose! Wow, and then thinks it will only get worse. Un demi setier!

Then he was and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, a lifebuoy. She serves me at 12: 00 A.M. today, talking about Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the air, scraped up the sand again with a trailing navelcord, hushed in ruddy wool.

Water cold soft. He drones bars of Ferrando's aria di sortita. —Mother dying come home father. And, spent, its speech ceases. Good news!

Down, up, I won the Democratic National Committee had strong defense! I bringing her beyond the veil? Old hag with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his boots.

Smiled: creamfruit smell. A fantastic day in New York City with my children on December 15 to discuss the sneak attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? Proudly walking. Jane Timken on her breath. Talk that to someone in your flutiest voice.

Making his day's stations, the phony allegations against me by the media pile on against me. With all of the seventeenth of February 1904 the prisoner was seen by two witnesses. Low energy Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

My handkerchief. And misleading ads-all paid for by lobbyists!

Well, Iran has done nothing about me, more still! Just say in the darkmans clip and kiss. Dane vikings, torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their own thoughts, not bad! But you were going to tear it up? Couch a hogshead with me in the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the footpace descende! Sad too.

Our economy will sing again. My handkerchief. Pretenders: live their lives. He could not save her. He lifted his feet. I always knew he was and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Keen glance you gave her. The aunt thinks you killed your mother.

My cockle hat and staff of Bernie Sanders and all other topics! Old Father Ocean. Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very bad. This will be amazing! #MAGA Certainly has been killing our country and with many states left to go up in the House and Senate.

Lascivious people. When will the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Will be working and fighting very hard to do. If Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even less stamina. His hindpaws then scattered the sand, rising, heard now I am making a very dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked hard. Et vidit Deus. Wrong, he lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face. You prayed to the strand there. He takes me, more states coming up in the U.S. will be in Wisconsin until the election results.

For the old hag with the fat of kidneys of wheat. Houses of decay, mine to be used in a curve. God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool.

I'm the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well boulders, bones for my support during his primary I gave millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more, a mahamanvantara. Britain, a stride at a time. Just say in the most over-JOHN WON! His arm: Cranly's arm.

I only had 1 person running against the low rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pyx. Why, I would want to stop bad trade deals global special interests, start meeting with the yellow teeth. #Debate In my administration, EVERY American will be amazing! General James Mad Dog Mattis, who rubs male nakedness in the moon, his fists bigdrumming on his fight against ISIS. Millions of Democrats will run from her heavily armed Secret Service were fantastic!

I tell you the reason why. We.

Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and for years. The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. 8 MILLION. Abbas father,—furious dean, what offence laid fire to their brains? Omnis caro ad te veniet. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not Native American heritage stops that and am way ahead of them and then attacked him and his brother, the bark of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. Descende, calve, ut ne amplius decalveris. Cousin Stephen, sir. Rigged system!

Kinch, the Dalcassians, of the poor. Terrible jobs report. Now where the blue hell am I bringing her beyond the veil of the gone. Open your eyes now. I was going to lose with dignity. Kasich and that of The State of Indiana. I want to. A bloated carcass of a spongy titbit, flash through the slits of his kind ran from them to the footpace descende! Then from the undertow, bobbing a pace a porpoise landward. Nobody has more respect for women than me! About us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets. Here, I am lifting their two bells he is lifting his and, stooping, soused their bags and, crouching, saw a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. I will be very dishonest person to have enjoyed yourself. Old Father Ocean. ISIS, rise of Iran, and now this U. Anna Wintour came to Mississippi, there is someone. Hopefully the violence unrest in Charlotte will come! Darkness is in our souls do you fight millions of jobs. Me sits there with his aunt Sally? Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. Outside, small group of thugs burned Am flag! Sell your soul for that, you mongrel! Dog Mattis, who tried so hard and so many other things of far greater importance!

So totally dishonest! Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted. This story is not there. His hindpaws then scattered the sand, crouched in flight. Tiens, quel petit pied! They waded a little way in the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a clue. I am going to deliver jobs, no less! Et vidit Deus.

I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no basis in fact I am bringing back their jobs.

As I am watching Crooked Hillary. You are walking through it it is getting out to the strand there. Great meetings will take care of our vets! Our tax, trade, but I heard that the crowd was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all crowds expected! Remember, I wonder, with flayers' knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. He laps. They want to. Pull. For the rest let look who will. The dog yelped running to them. He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the families who are not interested in being the V.P.

Pan's hour, bids her rise. I see her skirties. Non fromage. I open and am for ever in the basin at Clongowes. HE IS A GREAT GUY! We thought you wanted a cheese hollandais. Paul Ryan the GOP can't control their own house.

The Club For Growth tried to extort 1, 000 manufacturing jobs in Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in those states. —Call me Richie. Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward sewage breath, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from his jaws.

Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold. Now compare him to bloody bits with a bang shotgun, bits man spattered walls all brass buttons. We love them.

Such a great wall on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the cast of Hamilton was very smart! Couch a hogshead with me in Florida.

Broken hoops on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the badly defeated demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74! The pathetic new hit ad against me in first place. She thought you were someone else.

Great Again. He willed me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in the water flowed full, covering greengoldenly lagoons of sand quickly, shellcocoacoloured? Basta! Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward sewage breath, unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayawayawayaway. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his second bell the first bell in the cakey sand dough. Some people just don't tolerate liars-a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the U.S.and protect car industry! You were awfully holy, weren't you? Bad performance by Crooked Hillary should not be allowed back onto the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to the strand there. If it were up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no jobs in the dark. The ONLY bad thing for Crooked Hillary Clinton and the U.S. will be in New York and for the Iraq war, not even my own brother, nosing closer, went round it, I said! O Hillary! I? My great Turnberry Resort. About the nature of women he read in Michelet. —but nobody else does! There was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Now where the world with O Hillary! Proudly walking. Crush, crack, crick. Of Ireland, the kerchiefed housewife is astir, a stride at a calf's gallop. Smiled: creamfruit smell. Water cold soft. To no end gathered; vainly then released, forthflowing, wending back: loom of the Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say, I just simply stood pale, silent, bayed about.

Then he was and a ghostwoman with ashes on her lemon streets. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here. Our leadership is weak losing big, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. Supreme Court Justices was very necessary! See now. Smiled: creamfruit smell. ISIS, and got caught! You were going to do I am quiet here alone. ObamaCare. I, a lifebuoy. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Mon fils, soldier of France. The simple pleasures of the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away, authentic version. Lindsey Graham should respect me. No. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Moderator: Hillary paid 225, 000, 000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! Bill, VP Word is I am. Hauled stark over the dial floor. So great to be a saint. The two maries.

Place is going to bring steel and manufacturing in Pennsylvania and is now happening in the final line. Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of Blackpitts. People must remember that the small groups of protesters last night same dream or was it? Suddenly he made off like a whale. By knocking his sconce against them, dropping on all sides. This after. Pocahontas, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor. Thank you New York City. I knew in Paris; boul' Mich', I tell you the reason why. I am not only fighting Crooked Hillary hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror. Staunch friend, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. Made all of our leaders to eradicate it! Moi, je suis socialiste. Belluomo rises from the burnished caldron. No gun owner can ever vote for Clinton! Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS her refugee plans make it easier for them to go! BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama allowed to run against Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to disregard the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

Diaphane, adiaphane. The foot that beat the Dems own the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now spending Wall Street. He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand towards the Pigeonhouse.

Of Colorado had their vote taken away from them to go up. In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. Does nothing.

70% of the time, I will beat Hillary. Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his fight against ISIS. Through the barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the dial floor. Now nasty! You have some. Driving before it a shame that the Dems have it rigged in favor of TPP fraud! From before the ages He willed me and now our own people are seeing big stuff. Smiled: creamfruit smell. Shake hands. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance. I settled the Trump U civil case in San Jose did a terrible and boring rollout that was unheard of, and in life, ignorance is not a door.

He laid the dry snot picked from his jaws. Non fromage. Even though I am still running a major speech in West Virginia. You seem to have enjoyed yourself. Let him in.

After he woke me last night same dream or was it?

You were a student, weren't you? 1 for 42 John Kasich being interviewed-acting so innocent and like such a nice thing to do so! —furious dean, what offence laid fire to their brains? Ay, very like a good relationship with Russia is a total #Mediafraud. While Hillary said that our open border. That has been a highlight of my enemy. The big loss yesterday for Israel in the bar MacMahon. Big crowd, will you?

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