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WADWSH | Chapter Two - The Date

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pairings: 2000s!actor!Steve x fem!Reader, 2000s!bestfriend!Eddie x fem!Reader, love triangle, (based loosely on the movie Win a Date with Tad Hamilton)

summary: your date with Steve Harrington 🩵

author’s note: Are any of us surprised that Steve won the poll? No. Does that mean I will reveal who steals reader's heart? Still no, we're on this ride together 😉 but you might get one final chance to persuade me

w/c: 6.4k - this one got away from me lol

warnings: pining / angst, mentions of parental death, living in poverty, let me know if I missed anything!

The trailer was warm, fans blowing high in anticipation of the nearing heatwave. Sweat clung to your chest as you paced your small kitchen, the microwave hummed, kernels heating in small spurts. You waited for the popcorn to finish, head in the clouds as the seconds ticked down. It had been nearly a month since you entered the drawing to win a date with your favorite Hollywood hunk and still you heard nothing. It felt silly to think you had a chance among the thousands, millions, of fans who had probably entered more times than you could afford. You were slowly coming to terms that your dream date was a figment of your imagination. The microwave beeped loud and shrill, the tone dying at the end of its last alert. The clunker was on its final leg. You shook the bag of popcorn, hoping the butter would stick to each kernel instead of the paper bag, and plopped the contents into a communal bowl. You grabbed more snacks, cherry Twizzlers for Eddie and mini-butterfingers for Holly who were both over for movie night and griping about what exactly the three of you would watch.

“Eddie we are not watching Friday the 13th again and plus you chose last time,” Holly rolled her eyes and made grabby hands for the remote that Eddie was holding just out of her reach.

“Excuse me for not wanting to spend ninety minutes watching Steve Harrington struggle through his lines,” he mocked, remote still lifted away from the blonde’s reach. You swooped in from the kitchen with the bowl of popcorn in one hand and grabbed the remote from his outstretched grasp with the other.

“Hey,” Eddie whined, head thrown back onto the couch.

“Sorry Ed, majority rules,” you stuck your tongue out as you climbed over his outstretched legs and settled into the cushion beside him on the couch, coils squeaking as you did. Eddie grabbed a handful of kernels and chucked them at you as he spread his legs wider, thigh brushing yours as he got comfortable. You returned the favor and watched the popcorn stick to his curls, tangling in his hair. He huffed a small chuckle, untangling them and plopping them into his mouth with an exaggerated crunch, eyes trained on you as he chewed obnoxiously.

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes and focused on the opening credits. Mood shifting as you anticipated the moment Steve’s face appeared on the screen. The movie was a period piece set during World War Two. Lovers torn apart by war and time, never destined to be. You held in your sobs as Steve’s character confessed his love before he boarded a train. A passionate kiss and a final goodbye. His character dead before the end of the war. Eddie watched you from the corner of his eye as you shed silent tears, wiping at them to no avail as they left splotches on your shirt.

“Oh brother,” he griped around a mouthful of licorice, watching you and Holly sob as the credits rolled.

“Wasn’t that so good?” The blonde asked, eyes jumping between you and the grump at the other end of the couch.

“The last twenty minutes were my favorite,” he nodded, a knowing grin situated on his face as he looked at the two of you. The last twenty minutes Steve was noticeably absent.

“You just don’t appreciate true talent,” you wiped the remainder of your tears as Eddie laughed at you.

“Babe, I have more talent in this little pinky than Harrington has in his whole body,” he argued, grin a little smug as he stared you down, pinky wagging for emphasis.

“Oh really, I don’t recall seeing your name in lights or in any magazines,” Holly chimed in.

“That’s because I won’t sell my soul to the Hollywood machine, baby girl,” and she scoffed at the nickname.

“Sounds a lot like an excuse Munson,” she said his name as though it were a swear word.

You hopped from the couch as they bickered, tiny jabs poked into each other while you cleaned their snacks from the coffee table. Their voices were muffled over the noise of the sink but you watched as they argued, animated hands emphasizing their opposing points and chuckled to yourself. The three of you had been friends since you were kids and every Thursday night since middle school played out the same. Arguments over what movie to watch, Eddie sardonic and a little condescending whenever your latest celebrity crush was the focus of that week’s movie night. He was into blood and gore, slasher flicks from the eighties. Anything that didn’t include Steve Harrington on the cast list.

“What’s that?” Eddie’s voice was loud above the sound of the sink, grabbing your attention. You looked at him first and saw the question in his gaze before looking to where his finger pointed. Bright lights showed through your curtains casting shadows along your walls. You turned the sink off and wiped your hands with a kitchen towel, eyebrows pulled inward as you walked closer to the window.

“I have no idea,” you muttered and pulled the curtains back. A news van was lined up in front of your trailer, rows of people facing your front door and you turned back to your friends.

“It’s the news,” you stated, still unsure of why they would be at your front door.

“Eddie, what did you do?” Holly accused, shooting a side-eye his way.

“What makes you think it was something I did?” He questioned, tone only slightly offended by the accusation but the conversation was cut off by a sharp knock at the door. You stood still, eyes bulging as you looked at the door unsure of what to do.

“Well, are you going to answer it?” Eddie asked and you looked at him, panic rising. He rolled his eyes, moved off the couch with a huff, and flung open the door.

“Good evening, I’m Alexa with Fox59 is (Y/N) home?” Eddie turned to you, nodding his head in the newscaster's direction and you stared at him with a slack jaw. Unable to move or form a sentence. He shook his head at you, moving the few steps it took to grab your hand and bring you to the front door.

“Are you (Y/N)?” The newscaster asked, white teeth framed by a bold pink lipstick. You recognized her from TV, nights spent watching the late-night news. You nodded rapidly at her question still unable to find your voice.

“Congratulations!” Her voice was loud, exaggerated excitement and you weren’t sure what she was congratulating you about. Eddie took in the scene, neighbors standing in your small slice of a yard and gawking at you. The newscaster with her big red hair and overdone face smiling at you waiting for your response. The lights of the cameras were bright, almost overwhelming under their beams and Eddie could feel the heat rising to his neck at the amount of eyes that were currently on the both of you. Not to mention all those who were watching from home.

“Uh, what is this about?” He asked Alexa quietly.

“She just won a date with Steve Harrington!” The newscaster explained and Holly screamed from her place on the couch, running toward you to celebrate. Grabbing your arm as she jumped up and down at the news. Eddie stood statuesque, face a mask as he processed the news.

“Oh my god, we are so excited!” Holly screamed once more but you were stunned silent, unable to process your fortune. You’d never thought you’d call yourself lucky. The world kept spinning, Alexa talking at what felt like a mile a minute detailing your prize.

“You’ve won a first-class flight to LA, all expenses paid suite, and a shopping spree to prepare you for your date night with one of America’s biggest stars.” Your eyes grew wide as you gulped at the news, realization finally creeping in.

You won a date with Steve fucking Harrington.

“Tell me why I have to go on a date with someone from my hometown?” Steve scoffed as he turned off his TV, eyebrows set in an angry scowl.

“We need to remind everyone that you are the boy next door, that you have blue-collar roots, and that you’re not just some playboy running around tinsel town,” Jones stated as though this were obvious.

“My dad worked as the COO for a Fortune 500 and my mom got to retire early, not exactly blue-collar,” Steve huffed.

“Details schmetails, all they need to see is a big-time star returning to his roots in small-town America even if that’s just a date with a girl from Hawkins, Indiana,”

“What’s her name again?” Dennis told him, patience wearing thin.

“Oh she sounds real cute,” Steve muttered sarcastically, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he poured himself a drink.

“It doesn’t matter if she’s the next Angelina Jolie or if she looks like something from the county fair, you’re going on a date with her and you’re going to be nice,” Dennis hung up before Steve had time to argue.

“H-hello?” Steve stammered into the dead tone before throwing his earpiece off and taking a large gulp of whiskey, wincing at the sting of the alcohol. He repeated your name to himself, checking how it felt on his tongue. Steve rolled his shoulders as he thought about your date, frustration settling into his muscles.

“You have to give me every detail, how he smells, how bright his eyes really are in person,” Holly grabbed your hands as the three of you stood outside of the TSA line.

“I’ll tell you everything,” you promised.

“I want a report so good that I can smell him too, and if you kiss-“

“I doubt that’s going to happen,” you laughed, nerves settling into your stomach.

“Oh please, he’ll get one look at you and have to.”

“Don’t go wishing hell on her,” Eddie scoffed and nudged Holly out of the way pulling you into his arms. His lips settled by your ear, warm breath fanning against your skin. He smelled of bergamot and tobacco, a small hint of the spearmint gum he was chewing so he could try to kick the bad habit.

“Just have fun okay? Don’t let him be a creep or try anything slick. I will drive to Hollywood and kick his ass if he does, I promise,” you laughed against his chest knowing that he was sincere, and nodded at his words.

“I’ll try my best,” Eddie’s eyes started to turn into saucers, “to have fun.” You corrected. The time to take off was ticking down and you still had to get through security. You turned to check the line and back to your friends.

“I guess I should go before I miss my flight,” you pointed a thumb at the throng of people.

“We’ll see you Sunday,” Eddie nodded and waved you off, looking at you with a gaze you didn’t recognize. Holly watched him as he watched you, a knowing grin finding its way onto her face.

“You loooove her,” she teased after you disappeared into the line, poking at his side and Eddie guffawed. Laugh forced as his cheeks blossomed pink.

“Like a friend,” he corrected.

“Friends don’t look at each other with hearts in their eyes, you look like one of those Looney Tunes characters. Heart practically hammering out of your chest,” she was on a roll and Eddie began to walk away.

“Do you want to walk home?” He asked, attention still trained on the exit and she immediately shut up. The click of her heels light against the linoleum floors as they left the airport.

You walked off the escalator, eyes trained on the sunny streets of Los Angeles. Smile wide and eyes full of excitement. You couldn’t believe that you were here, that this was real, and that you finally made it out of the Midwest even if just for one day. There was a line of drivers situated by the exit doors, signs with last names printed on them of their lucky passengers being driven around LA. You noticed a limo behind the line of them. Black and sleek. What a dream, you thought as you continued to walk towards the front door. You stopped in your tracks, your brain finally catching up with what you had seen. You turned back around and noticed your name on one of those signs. You looked up to the burly man who held the paper and pointed to yourself.

“That’s me!” Your voice was an excited squeal.

“Right this way, miss,” and he moved to the side, hand pointed to the stretch limousine parked along the curb, the same one you had been gawking at.

“Holy cannoli,” you muttered, following him in a stupor.

“Can I take your bags?” He asked you, pointing to the only one you had with you.

“Oh you don’t have to,” you waved him off and he chuckled.

“I insist,” and he moved to grab your belongings. Freeing you of carrying the heavy weight on your shoulder. The sun’s rays were warm against your skin, air mild and cool against your cheeks. The airport was busy, cars and shuttle buses scurrying by like a little city within a much larger one. The sounds of it all were nearly overwhelming. The driver opened your door and showed you in.

“What was your name?” You asked, not noticing a name tag anywhere on his blazer.

“Anthony,” he smiled politely.

“Thanks, Anthony,” you grinned and slid into the car. The dark roof was dotted with white lights to give the illusion of the night sky, black leather seats curved on your right with a small bar situated on your left. Fully stocked with snacks and champagne, a small TV with a built-in DVD player beside it.

“This is amazing,” you beamed and looked at Anthony through the opening between the front cab and the rest of the limo. He chuckled at your enthusiasm.

“Your first time in a limo?” He asked even though it was very apparent. Still, you nodded in response.

“And LA, I’ve never been out of Indiana before,” you mentioned.

“Well, welcome to Hollywood,” he greeted. “Looks like we’re going to Noell’s. Fancy place, you have a big event tonight?” Your heart fluttered at the reminder.

“A date,” you started, “with Steve Harrington,” you squealed and it was the first time you’d said it out loud. The driver whistled at the news, eyebrows perked high on his forehead.

“You be careful with them actor types,” he suggested and you nodded wondering exactly what he meant.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence as he drove through the congested streets and you gawked at the sights. It was the first time you’d seen the ocean and you watched fascinated as the deep blue glimmered with the reflection of the sun. Dogs wore costumes, kids were dressed to the nines, and everyone had a cell phone. It was the talk of the town when the first shipment arrived in Hawkins but it seemed the norm here, like no one batted an eye at the arrival, and it’d be more of an oddity that you didn’t have one. The car slowed to a stop, idling in front of a boutique with beautiful gowns displayed in the front window.

“I’ll be waiting out here until you’re done,” Anthony stated, looking at you through the rearview as you looked at the shop and the busy sidewalks filled with people. You slid out of the car, the bright sky greeting you again. You’d imagined the air would smell like the ocean or a floral breeze, but the reality of it was far from pleasant. The smell of tobacco and stale urine filled your nose as you walked the short distance and through the front door of the shop.

“Hi there, welcome to Noell’s! I’m Amy. What are we looking for today?” The associate was petite, her small frame barely seen above the front counter she stood behind. She had a heart-shaped face, vibrant green eyes, and brunette hair down to her shoulders.

“I have a date tonight and just needed to get something to wear,” you shrugged and played absently with your hair, suddenly shy.

“Are you (Y/N)?”

“Uh yes, that’s me?” You weren’t sure how she knew your name.

“They told me the lucky girl would be stopping by today. We already pulled a few choices for you,” she waved you on and walked toward the back, assuming you would follow. Your steps were quiet behind the clack of her heels against the hardwood floors. The store was massive, a rainbow of tulle and sequins that left you gawking as you followed her through rows of dresses organized by color. Amy stopped in front of a dressing room, a large rack of dresses situated next to it with what appeared to be a dress in each color.

“We pulled these for you, but feel free to look around. You can have anything you’d like,” your eyebrows shot up as you watched her walk away and retreat to the front desk. You stood in front of the dresses and ran your hands along the fabrics, the lace of the bodices, and the intricate details of each. You wanted something that would make Steve’s jaw drop and leave him at a loss for words. Be the hot, mysterious date you told Eddie you would be. You giggled to yourself in the silence, giddy with the prospect of shocking the Steve Harrington. You pushed through the dresses they provided, but none of them were quite you. You looked outside the dressing room to the sea of dresses to choose from and began wandering the aisles, admiring the purple and blue fabrics, until your eyes stumbled upon a dress that you knew was the one. You pulled it off the rack and admired the details. It was a long deep red dress that hung from one shoulder with a black mesh overlay and a high slit.

“Would you like to try that on?” Amy was walking towards you, brunette curls bouncing as she did.

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded and handed her the dress. She walked you back to the dressing room, placing the dress on one of the hooks inside the small space.

“Just let me know if you need anything else,” she stated as she sauntered away. You stared at the dress, a little intimidated by the high slit that would reveal your upper thigh. You shook your head and swallowed your fears away as you pulled off your jeans and your shirt. The dress was smooth against your skin as you pulled it on and closed the zipper. The silk and mesh hung over your curves and fit like a glove, accentuating the fat of your ass and the size of your boobs. It was more daring than anything you had ever worn, but you felt beautiful, and this was how you wanted Steve to see you.

“How’s that one working for you?” Amy asked through the door and you unlocked it to gauge her reaction. Her green eyes widened and she smiled up at you.

“That dress was made for you,” she commented and it didn’t sound like a typical sales associate spiel.

“I’ll take it,” you affirmed as the nerves unfurled and in their place butterflies took flight.

You sat on the edge of your hotel bed, a large king-size mattress situated in the middle of the suite you were provided. The room was dipped in luxury, with a crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceilings, and a plasma TV placed on an intricate entertainment stand surrounded by cream-colored couches. You felt like Cinderella, like you were walking in a dream, and at any moment you’d wake back up in the four walls of the small trailer you’d always lived in. The butterflies were in your chest now threatening to strangle the little air you could get to your lungs as you took deep breaths and ran sweaty palms against the fabric of your dress. You’d have thrown yourself into the soft fabric of the blankets to hide if you weren’t worried about ruining the makeup you’d spent so long on. Your lips were a deep red that accentuated your pout, eyes framed by a dramatic smoky eye that made the color of them all that more intense. There was a knock at your door that broke through your thoughts and you craned your head towards the noise, eyes glued to the wood frame. Unable to will your feet to move. Another knock came, more urgent, a little less patient, and finally your feet moved. You rushed to the door, pulling it open a little klutzy and almost catching your dress on the handle. You looked down to pull it away, not even noticing the hazel eyes roaming over your frame.

“Wow,” Steve breathed, shocked by your appearance. How stunning you were. You looked at him, a small smile forming on your lips as the butterflies moved into your throat and cut your vocal cords from working. You were full-on malfunctioning.

“Hi, I’m Steve,” he extended his hand towards you and you nodded, nervous giggles erupting from your lips as you slipped your hand into his warm grasp.

“You look amazing,” he motioned to your dress as he pulled his hand from yours. Your cheeks turned a shade darker at the compliment, your smile widening.

“Y-you do too,” you stammered, having trouble not being star-struck. Steve was even more handsome in person. His hazel eyes were framed by the longest lashes you’d seen, freckles dotting his cheekbones and the line of his jaw. His sun-kissed skin was draped in a white dinner coat, a black button-up underneath only buttoned to the middle of his chest revealing a smidge of hair. You swallowed hard at the sight resisting the urge to run over fingers over the muscled flesh. Not wanting to look like one of those stalker weirdos. Steve tilted his head to the hallway, thumb pointing behind him and you finally noticed the security guards who were standing nearby.

“Should we head to dinner?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” you breathed. The words were coming easier now as the two of you walked down the hall and to the back entrance of the hotel.

“I should warn you,” he started and began digging in his jacket pockets pulling out a pair of sunglasses and handing them to you. You looked at them curiously, unfolding them and looking up at him for an explanation.

“It can get a little bright, a little intimidating.” He slid a pair of his own over the line of his nose, eyes hidden behind the dark lenses. You didn’t know what he meant but you slid them on as you descended the stairs into the private parking garage. At the bottom of the steps you were met by a swarm of photographers, the bulbs of their cameras flashing and nearly blinding as you tried to maneuver around them. Steve grabbed your hand, pulling you through the mass of paparazzi and towards the waiting limousine. You slid against the leather seat, breath coming out in anxious spurts as he closed the door behind him. Still, the photographers continued, cameras flashing and pressed against the windows for a secret shot.

“Is it always like that?” You asked, listening to their muffled voices and watching as they swarmed the car. Steve removed his sunglasses, playing with the temples but not meeting your gaze.

“Yeah, it is. The sunglasses don’t really block the lights out but at least you can hide behind them you know?” And you understood, a little hedge of protection in a flood of people wanting to intrude.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized sincerely, just now realizing how the photographers got those candid shots of Steve you always gushed over.

“Don’t be,” he smirked and looked at you, “'s what I signed up for right?” And you knew that was the common consensus, celebrities took center stage so they wanted the nonstop attention right?

“Seems pretty intrusive is all,” you shrugged and looked at your fingers resting in your lap. Steve watched you, scanning the length of your legs and the way the material hugged your curves once again.

“Let’s just have fun tonight,” he suggested, not wanting to dwell on the downside of celebrity.

“Let’s,” you agreed with a broader smile.

The restaurant was fancier than any of the ones Hawkins had to offer. The ceiling boasted an intricate pattern of hexagons and copper chandeliers, the lights set dim to create an ambiance. On one side of the restaurant, there was a glass case of wine bottles stacked from floor to ceiling, and in front of the case was a large granite bar with bar stools scattered around it. The other wall was floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, the lights of the skyscrapers like constellations. You were shown to your table by the maître d’, a private table in a room away from prying eyes. The two of you settled across from each other, a rolling table brought over with a chilled bottle of champagne and a flute filled for each of you.

“Compliments of the house,” the waiter stated and Steve smiled politely as he looked at you scan the menu with a creased brow.

“I’ll be back in just a moment to get your orders,” the man stated and walked back through the doors of the private dining area. You stared at a page of the menu, French words you didn’t understand, or entrees you’d never tasted. It was…a lot, and you felt like you were over your head.

“Not sure what to get?” He asked and you shook your head before placing your menu on the table to look at him.

“You know what I haven’t had in a while?”

“What is that?” You rested your chin into your palm as you waited for him to elaborate.

“A good burger.” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his cheeky grin.

“You mean to tell me,” you opened the menu, “that foie gras isn’t your cup of tea?” You looked at him over your lashes as he laughed and took a sip of champagne.

“Not really into eating liver.”

“That’s what that is?” You couldn’t hide the horror of his revelation and his chuckle grew louder.

“Want to get out of here? Get something that isn’t a filter?” You nodded your head, eyes big and full of alarm. Steve stood first extending his hand toward you to usher you out of the dining space and into the main restaurant. Just as he opened the door the waiter returned.

“Will you not be dining with us today?” He asked, concerned.

“Not feeling it tonight, but thank you for your hospitality,” Steve responded and placed folded-up bills into the guy’s shirt pocket before extending his arm for you to take. Anthony was waiting for you where you left him, a little surprised by your sudden reappearance.

“That was a fast dinner,” he commented, looking at you through his rearview to make sure nothing went awry.

“Fine dining just isn’t for me,” you assured and he nodded with a knowing grin.

“Where to?”

“Know a good burger joint?” Steve asked him as he poured the two of you more champagne from the bar.

“There’s the Seaside Kitchen right near Venice Beach,” Anthony offered with a shrug of his shoulder.

“Oh, the beach, I've never been!" You clapped excitedly.

“Let’s go there,” Steve smiled and watched your giddy excitement the entire drive.

The air smelled of salt, and the noise of the waves covered the sound of the lingering seagulls overhead. You took in your surroundings, noticing that there weren't many tourists roaming the sands with the sun long set. You spotted a bonfire in the distance, a small group crowded around it. The beach was dark and only illuminated by the nearby lampposts that glimmered a bright white. It was serene, the first quiet moment since you stepped off the plane. You and Steve wadded through the sand barefoot, feet sinking into the cold as you walked closer to the water.

“Sorry it’s not much of a view since the sun isn’t up,” Steve remarked setting a blanket he got from the limo down onto the sand as you held a box full of burgers, fries, and two cokes. Your stomach was grumbling, hunger roaring and making you queasy. You looked around once more and smiled to yourself before turning back to Steve.

“It’s perfect, I never thought I’d get to see it,” you told him and sat with your legs stretched in front of you, feet buried into the sand.

“You and your family never vacationed anywhere when you were young?” You shook your head as you chewed the bite of burger you took, swallowing it down to explain.

“My mom and dad passed when I was young so my grandma took me in. Not much you can get on social security let alone beach vacations,” you laughed and sipped on your coke. You were used to explaining and answering any child or adult when they questioned why your parents weren't at a school function or recital. Why your grandma was the only one in attendance. The sting of their deaths was now a dull wound, one that didn't make you choke back tears or want to hide behind closed doors like before.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered and you shooed his apology.

“Don’t be sorry, I didn’t have a lot but my grandma loved me and this is extra special since I’m experiencing it with you,” you took another bite and looked off into the waves. Dark blue, almost black, pushing against the white of the sand. Steve looked at you and traced the line of your cheekbones to your jaw with his gaze. A little struck. Entranced by how beautiful you were.

“Hawkins any different from when I lived there?” You looked up thoughtfully and thought of what was different.

“Well the grocery store is open until ten now but other than that I’d say it’s much the same since you left,” you giggled. Steve chewed on some fries and thought of his hometown. Thought of Hawkins High and his time as King Steve, the drives to Lover’s Lake, the nights spent at house parties or drinking by the golf course at the country club until the sun came up.

“You ever miss it?” You questioned, taking another bite as you waited for his response. He swallowed his food and took a sip of soda.

“Believe it or not sometimes this all gets old,” he waved around the scenery. “Sometimes I just miss being home in my own bubble, hanging out with friends without prying eyes and just the lack of sound. It’s so loud here.”

“It really is! I don’t know how anyone sleeps,” you chuckled around your food, holding your hand in front of your mouth so he didn’t catch sight of your chewed food.

“I didn’t sleep for the first few weeks until I adjusted to the noise, now I don’t know how I’ll sleep if I ever leave,” he shook his head and the two of you continued to eat in comfortable silence.

“What about you? Do you ever wish you could leave?”

“Sometimes, but I don’t think I’d be away for long. There’s nothing like feeling at home somewhere and that’s what I have,” you thought for a moment, “but I would get something better than what I have if I could.”

“Something better?”

“I live in the trailer my grandma left me when she passed a few years ago, and it’s cozy but I’ve never had anything that’s mine. Everything has been passed down or thrifted. Always belonged to someone else first.”

“Ever thought of your ideal place?” You dabbed the napkin against your mouth and wiped your hands, squeezing the napkin as you gave a thoughtful nod.

“Pretty sure I’ve thought of it every day since I was twelve,” you sighed as you thought of those daydreams, “My parents used to have a spread of land, acres that seemed never-ending. I used to play all day and get lost in the trees. I miss that. If I ever got my own land I would fill it up with animals and have my own garden. Maybe a library if I was lucky,” you pushed your lips together as the silence settled over you, your dreams on display for him to see.

“Like little goats and pigs?” He shared in the picture you painted, adding his own details.

“Cows too. Heard there’s nothing like snuggling one,” he choked on the soda he drank, laughing at the image of a cow lying on top of him.

“I don’t know about the snuggling,” he dismissed the idea.

“Ugh, but the little babies? Especially the furry ones? How could you not!” He stared at you with a wide smirk, eyes glimmering at your enthusiasm. A wave of embarrassment flooded through you as to how you might sound to him. The big Hollywood star who had already experienced so much, things bigger than a farm with baby cows and goats. More than you could dare to dream. You rubbed awkwardly at your hair suddenly self-conscious.

“Sorry, I must sound so small town,” you apologized and he shook his head at you reaching for your wrist so that you’d look at him. You looked where you were connected, his warm skin against yours, electricity wherever his fingers grasped.

“Don’t do that,” he chided softly, “it’s refreshing. Like I said, this gets old. I have the same industry conversations every night droning on about the next project or award season. Even in interviews I’m asked the same questions but no one really cares about the answers anymore,” he laughed as he cut his ranting off.

“Sorry about that,” he muttered, flashing an awkward smile in your direction. You placed your hand over his, rubbing your thumb against his knuckles.

“What did we say about sorry?” You chided and he nodded with a slight roll of his eyes.

“Plus, I care about the answers,” you added nonchalantly. He beamed, taking your hand as he stood and pulled you to your feet.

“Let’s dip our toes in,” he suggested and began peeling off his shoes. You kicked off your heels leaving them beside the blanket as the two of walked near the shore. The sound of the waves grew louder as you approached, the sand cold and wet but easier to walk through. You waited until the water drew closer and dipped your toe in squealing with the temperature.

“Holy shit, it’s freezing,” you turned to him but he was already watching you enthralled by your childlike wonder.

“You can’t just dip a toe in, got to go in feet first so you can’t second guess it,” he suggested but you were nervous. Afraid of the shock of the water and Steve noticed.

“Here, take my hand,” you looked at his outstretched arm, palm face up in an offering. A life raft before you plunged deeper and you took it, twining your fingers with his as you took the leap. Jumping feet first into the cold waves, squealing only slightly as they crashed over your shins and dampened the bottom of your dress. You jumped and Steve held you closer, your back to his warm chest as your toes sank into the ocean floor gradually. You could feel his heart hammering against you, felt the way his eyes were trained on you and you turned. His face was illuminated by the moon, bronze skin a little less vibrant in the evening glow. Eyes trained on your lips, face inching towards yours. Your eyelashes fluttered as you moved closer to him, your noses brushing, and his lips were a whisper against yours. He pressed fully into your pout, his lips soft and warm against yours as they moved gently. A small gasp escaped as he learned the shape of your lips, the way you liked to be kissed. Sweet and sensual. You tangled your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, chest pressed into his and his warm palms traced the line of your waist until they rested just above your ass. Steve brought your bottom lip into his mouth sucking gently and releasing it with a small pop. You hummed against his mouth, kissing him deeper and swiping his bottom lip asking for entrance. He opened for you, tongue darting against yours as he kneaded the dough of your ass. The kiss turned needy, a different kind of hunger settling into your gut but you pulled away looking into Steve’s wide gaze.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, hands moving back up to the middle of your back. You rubbed your nose against his fondly and shook your head.

“No, no. I just,” you sighed. You didn’t want this to be a one-time thing, a speedy hookup on the beach. You wanted more and you knew you had no right to it.

“It’s getting late, and I just thought I should head back to the hotel. Get some rest. Think your agent has me on the first flight out,” you grinned at him apprehensively and worried he’d be mad.

“Sounds like the bastard,” he shook his head and nodded towards the car.

“C'mon I’ll make sure you get back,” you cleaned up your makeshift picnic and settled into the back of the limo, sitting a little closer to Steve than when the night first started. His hand settled on the skin of your exposed thigh. Rubbing circles, creating goosebumps.

Anthony pulled into the private garage and it was a relief when you saw no sight of paparazzi around you. Steve turned his attention to you after scanning the lot, hazel gaze fixed on yours.

“I had a really fun time tonight, thank you,” and he meant it, sincerity written on his face. You smiled at him, less shy than before, and placed a chaste kiss on his pinked lips.

“Thank you,” you emphasized and turned to open the door. Steve squeezed your hand one last time and watched you walk back up the stairs the two of you had descended at the beginning of the night. He was wrapped in his thoughts and completely struck by you.

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samsflannel · 3 years

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survey results are in!

sorry, this is gonna be a long post. yesterday i posted a survey with a list of polls regarding Supernatural, and it was SO much fun. I got over 300 responses, which was A LOT to sort through for the short responses, but I’ve gathered all the “data” and here it is! My responses to each poll will be under the screenshots (they are in groups of 2). I’m going to include the short answer responses in another post. ENJOY!

1. Starting off strong.

2. Pleased with this one as well.

3. Yep, I expected this response from most of us.

4. Sami, I made the wincest and destiel response just for you. YW.

5. CMON YOU GUYS......live a little!!! samjack sexy

6. I’m not really surprised that Playthings got the bulk of votes here, but I think my vote would have been 8x23.

7. :)

8. i’m disappointed that more people didn’t choose the yellow one tbh

9. it is sexy. it is. wake up.

10. i love Dean, but he’s definitely an asshole. and that’s what makes him a great character!

11. hehe.....i understand why not a lot of people picked noncon bait....u r valid its ok im gross.

12. WHO THE FUCK PICKED NO......have you ever consumed media

13. WBK.

14. damn, Dean kinda got the short end here! a lot of samgirls took this survey

15. i get why you wouldn’t like Bugs bc it does have harmful stereotypes about native ppl but the rest of it is peak season 1 wdymmm

16. almost 50/50 here! old vs new fans we love to see it. I am definitely wincest old guard.

17. YEP. Eric Kripke needs shock therapy for that one

18. The fact that some people admitted to being dry.....tragic. I think Eileen is a great character but they are NOT endgame.

19. SO YOURE JUST GONNA SIT THERE AND ADMIT HOW WRONG YOU ARE??

20. ugh. yeah. same.

21. who tf picked blue. cmon. red meat incest agenda.

22. SAM MOMMY MILKERS!!!!! hucow sam <3

23. Mixed on this one! My response is obviously yellow :)

24. I do think Bobby favored Dean somewhat.

25. Johnzazel agenda so true

26. HIGHKEY CANON. AND SEXY

27. someone requested a combination of blue and yellow and you’re so right i apologize.

28. mixed on this one for top vs bottom fans! almost a 50/50 split

29. ANNA DID NOTHING WRONG

30. I can’t believe this one is almost 50/50. Ruby girlboss you guys are haters

31. again. admitting you’re dry. THEY FUCKED

32. yeah :(

33. Q-anon level conspiracy theory.

34. I actually fall into the blue. I do believe Cas was in love with Dean, but not the other way around. I think Cas loving Dean makes wincest so much more spicy

35. I love sam so much

36. those of you who answered yes........join my movement.

37. c’mon. even if you don’t ship wincest you need to admit this one.

38. sorry this one was self-indulgent.

39. JESS PEGGED SAM.

40. idk, i personally think Cassie deffo pegged Dean. She has top energy.

41. So all the people who answered no have definitely not read the fic (were too young to remember it) or are squicked by underage which is ok! its one of those fics i read back in 2010 so i have fond memories of it

42. hahahah you guys were mean on this one

43. it’s canon bro sorry

44. thank god this one was majority yellow

45. i give wincestiel a valid pass! dean has multiple holes

46. Jack is hole <3

47. I actually think both are great (and ppl were mad I didn’t have that option srry) but deanpussy is incredible and underrated.

48. SEXY>>>>>>

49. thank you for enabling me.

50. can you guess the redacted part? it was: insert various objects into himself :))))

51. ok heres the big question! i’m not surprised ilysmmbb won, but i personally vote for “yeah, there he is” !! i think its underrated and such a tender moment.

52. i’m in the blue. i like cas.

53. i actually am in the yellow on this one. i think its more realistic, although blue is hot forsure

54. top 3 cas moment right there.

55. objectively yes on this one. thank god for COVID- *gets shot at*

56. sorry this was shady i’m not really like this usually haha. i think death is my fave besides Rowena

57. obviously i’m in the red. i’m shocked that so many people said Yes.......

58. Clearly.

59. I enjoyed fan fiction! i love campy episodes as you all know (like Dog Dean afternoon and such) so i loved fan fiction. it was a nice nod to someone like me who has been watching for a long time.

60. HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU NOT KNOW WHO ANDY IS. i wish he would have been in the show longer........

61. uh....yeah.

62. Yeah c’mon. Dean would and you know it.

63. Thank god you guys didn’t fuck this up. I would agree, but Corbett is a close second for me.

64. IN THE RED BABY!!!!

65. we love a man bleeding out. we do.

66. i actually think misha is chill with J2 but.....you can’t deny J3 have more chemistry.

67. I uh......don’t think Dean would be a great father. is this me projecting my own issues with my father onto Dean? maybe,,,,

68. i’m surprised this was so negative! I think i would be interested

69. thanks for reading my shitty poetry!! i also had s4 dean in mind when writing this

70. CMON.....ITS KINDA SEXY CMON.......that spice of battered wife syndrome.......violent man in the house.......sam beaten down....im barking

71. haha yessss go yellow.

72. go yellow again.

73. I think I would actually vote yellow on this one. what a sweet and beautiful thing to say to someone, and its so very DEAN.

74. mhm. i think so.

75. SEXY CONTROLLING OLDER BROTHER!!!!!

76. no idea why people answered yes to this one. that punch was fucked up. was it sexy? thats another story,,

77. WOKE.

78. I do. I love pilot Dean.

79. Dean is a carfucker. any side of the fandom can recognize that

80. thank you GREEN!!!!!!

81. Sam is bi wtf! Sera Gamble erasure

82. Padackles commune <33333 they all fuck and they don’t know whose kid is whose!!!! (not really but this is sexy)

83. THESE BROTHERS ARE WEIRD FOR SURE.

#wincest #supernatural #spn survey #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #samdean

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theonlygamergost · 3 years

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Nature’s effect - Fd!Au

This fanfiction is based on the Family Dynamic au made by @antarctic-bay ctic-bay if you would like to know more, go check them out!!!

Also please bear in mind that the things written in this might not be canon!

This fic was corrected by the lovely @im-default

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Techno started working at the local vivarium and finds out that nature can change and calm even the most hyperactive people, just like Tommy

I did a poll on the Fd!au server about who my next fic should be focused on and Techno/Tommy won, so here you have it!

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Warning! Swearing

Enjoy~

“I’m sure they’ll love the flowers! Thank you and have a nice day!” Camille waved the last customers off and started cleaning the counter of the rotten leaves and flowers that she had cut off the last order, Techno was kneeling in front of a shelf busy applying tags on products.

“Techno are you almost done with those?”

After saving some flowers from Wilbur’s room, Techno had taken a liking to tend plants and gardening in general, the local vivarium owner Camille had taught him many tips and tricks that made him a perfect employee for the job.

He was pretty hyped for his first day at work, well... it was more of a trial per se, it was a test to see how he would react to the human interactions and how fast he could get the hang of the profession, which went great in his opinion:

Camille was great at explaining how to take care of the plants and wrapping the pots for gifts, she was so elegant while she passed the ribbon around the wrapping paper Techno almost tripped by getting distracted while looking at her.

His job in the magic home of plants was pretty simple: water the plants that weren’t irrigated automatically, check for parasites, diseases, or rotten leaves, restock the expositive plants and help costumers for whatever they needed, and of course, if he didn’t know what to do, just call Camille or any other employee for help.

“You did great today Techno! The old couple you helped earlier seemed very satisfied!” Techno blushed at the compliment since he couldn’t handle them and ended up stuttering, “T-thank you…”

“There are still thirty minutes before we need to close… Are you free to stay a bit later? I can show you how the irrigators system works and where the shelves outside go when closing the shop” He froze as he took his phone out of his pocket.

There where multiple messages coming from none other than the gremlin, and the last three (out of probably twenty all saying “I am bored” and “Answer pig” ) where what caused the strong reaction:

Gremlin

YOu are working at the plant place, right?

Gremlin

Big P and Big W won’t be home till late

Gremlin

Im bored so im coming over

Oh no…

Oh no no no-

“Um... Camille? My brother is at home alone, can he wait for me here until I finish?” The kind girl did not hesitate for a moment, “Absolutely! Not many customers arrive this late so there will be no problem!” Techno released the breath he didn’t notice he was holding, texting angrily back at Tommy, cursing at him to wait until he answered before taking initiations.

Just after he learned how the irrigation system worked, a familiar red and white t-shirt popped into view, “If you want Techno, you can ask your brother to help you take care of the greenhouses, it’s an easy job and you said he was bored at home yes?” Techno nodded and thanked the owner of the vivarium, he walked up to Tommy, who as soon as he saw him, burst into a laugh.

“BWAHAHA!!! WHAT ARE YOU WEARING TECHNO?!” The pink-haired boy looked down at his outfit, which consisted of his school uniform, a pair of green rubber boots, and a cute green apron with a daisy onto it. “What are you laughing at Tommy?” his younger brother was holding his stomach, wiping a tear off of his eyes, “The apron! It’s so- Pffffff-!” Techno sighed, shaking his head, “You are an absolute child… Phil wears an apron when he cooks too and so does Tubbo when he is in art class! How is it funny to you?! It’s a simple piece of clothing!!!” He turned around hoping Tommy would follow, there was no way he was giving him a pair of scissors so a watering can should busy him enough to avoid boredness.

“Hey! I’m not a child! I’m a big man Technoblade you should know” he puffed his chest to look high and mighty, “And how do you not find aprons funny big T?! They are like a little skirt… ok fine ignore me then” noticing how Techno wasn’t turning around nor paying him attention, he followed him to the greenhouses in silence looking at the number of plants and flowers that were littered everywhere.

As soon as Techno stopped he handed Tommy a watering can full of water that he almost dropped, “WHOA- what the hell man?! This is heavy!” Ignoring his brother's complaints, he adjusted his glasses and grabbed a pair of scissors, “Water the third and fifth row, don’t get the leaves wet, pour it directly on the soil and-” Techno turned to face him, “Don’t make a lake in the pot, stop watering as soon as you made a slow circle around the plant” As soon as he finished talking, he kneeled in front of the first plant of the first row, leaving Tommy with a heavy watering can and overcomplicated instructions.

“Don’t make a lake and don’t do this a-and don’t do that gne gne gne… Ugh what a pain in the ass” Tommy started to do as Techno instructed, but as time went on, something in him changed, going from a grunting face and not caring if he poured too much water, to a more relaxed expression, softly moving the leaves aside so water wouldn’t get on them.

Techno didn’t notice this change at first since he was too focused on removing dead flowers and leaves, but when he looked up to check if the gremlin was doing ok, he stopped himself from talking when he noticed that Tommy was crouched down, holding a ladybug in his hands.

Techno smiled at the sight of his brother becoming calmer when in contact with nature, he was so cute…

Quickly snapping a picture and sliding his phone back in his pocket he walked up to him, kneeling as well. “What’cha looking at?”

Tommy didn’t bother looking at his brother, his eyes were fixated on the small bug, “A Ladybug… it has five spots… Does that mean it’s five years old?” Techno softly chuckled, “No, that’s a common misconception Tommy, the spots are to warn predators that they don’t taste good, a self-defense mechanism” Tommy looked up at Techno and back to the ladybug, “But why five?” the older brother spotted another one of the small creatures, he waited for it to walk on his finger and held it close to Tommy’s one, “It represents which species it is, look- they both have five spots, meaning they come from the same category” Tommy added nothing, too absorbed into admiring the small bug pacing around the palm of his hand, instead, Techno placed his one back on the plant, snipping away a molded leaf, “Farmers believe that if they find a ladybug with less than seven spots means that they’ll have a good harvest, the contrary if it has more than seven, it’s only a folk legend though” Tommy decided to follow suit and moved his hand closer to the plan, allowing the small red and black insect to go back on the plant it came from.

“C’mon, your watering can’s empty, let’s go fill it up” The blonde boy smiled and nodded, grabbing the empty plastic container and following his older brother, looking at the variety of flowers and plants the greenhouse sheltered.

The rest of the time spent tending to the plants was calm and relaxing, nature really changed Tommy since he didn’t say once that he was bored or he never tried to start an argument, he looked at peace watering the small plants, kneeling to smell the flowers and making sure they weren’t diseased.

“Do you want to cut off the brown leaves? You look like you want to look at the plants a bit closer, I can water the rest” Tommy was surprised when Techno held in front of him the pair of scissors, he hesitated for a second, making sure that his brother was confident in his decision, but all he got from Techno was a soft smile.

Tommy remained in this unusual state all the way back home, let’s say that this moment of… “peace” was ruined when Wilbur came home and showed Tommy the picture Techno took of him behind his back.

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junker-town · 3 years

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Western Illinois, Year 40, 2046-2047

The final season of our sim dynasty with Western Illinois in College Hoops 2K8 is here.

Welcome back to our simulated dynasty with the Western Illinois Leathernecks in College Hoops 2K8. You can find a full explanation of this project + spoiler-free links to previous seasons here. Check out the introduction to this series from early April 2020 for full context. As a reminder, we simulate every game in this series and only control the recruiting and coaching strategies. Dynasty mode runs for 40 years.

Before we pick up with the Leathernecks at the start of Year 40, here’s a recap of everything that happened last season:

Western Illinois entered Year 39 trying to three-peat as national champions for the first time in program history. We lost two starters early to the NBA coming into the season, but still had enough talent to be ranked No. 10 overall in the preseason polls.

We ran through the regular season schedule, losing only one game to UCLA during the non-conference season and sweeping Summit League opponents once again. We entered the NCAA tournament at 29-1 on the year and earned a No. 4 seed to the big dance.

We beat Brown in round one, knocked off Georgia Tech in the round of 32, beat Indiana in the Sweet 16, and lost to Florida in the Elite Eight. We know enter the final season of my career tied with John Wooden with 10 national championships.

We added three players in our last ever recruiting class: five-star JUCO SF Jerald Obasohan, four-star SG Erwin Walls, and four-star PF Kenny Butler.

Here’s a first look at our roster for Year 40:

It feels like only yesterday that a fresh-faced, 25-year-old came to the small town of Macomb, Illinois with big dreams. Coach Rick was hired by Western Illinois to do the impossible: win a national championship with arguably the worst team in college basketball. After 39 seasons at the helm, our tiny program has accomplished that and so much more. Now it’s time to hang it up.

Our journey at Western Illinois is finally coming to an end. In literal terms, College Hoops 2K8 forces mandatory retirement upon coaches in dynasty mode after 40 seasons. All good stories need closure either way. As we start our final season, we have some big stakes attached to our swan song.

Western Illinois has won 10 national championships in the Ricky Charisma era. That ties us with UCLA legend John Wooden for the most in history. What started as a mission to win a single national championship has now left us with a different goal: to become the undisputed greatest program in the history of the sport.

While we failed in our bid to three-peat last season — falling to Florida in the Elite Eight — we did bring back all four breakout juniors for this season. We only lost starting center DJ Foster to graduation. Yeah, it’s been a while since we last published Year 39 (thanks for your patience), so let’s go over the roster:

PG Christano Ngounou, junior, 89 overall: Ngounou made major strides after being forced into the starting lineup last season, and now looks like a rock solid contributor going into our final year. An international recruit out of Cameroon, Ngounou is a fast 6’3 guard with lockdown defensive ability and a slightly above average three-point shot. We have bigger names on this squad who will be expected to carry the scoring load, but Ngounou is going to play a huge role because he’s way better than every other point guard on the roster. We need quality minutes from him in the tournament. Former five-star international recruit with B potential.

SG Bernie Doyle, redshirt senior, 92 overall: Doyle is an incredible talent who enters his senior year looking to fully blossom into a superstar. The 6’9 shooting guard uses his immense size on both ends of the floor. He’s elite at getting into the passing lanes and forcing steals (a team-high 1.8 per game as a junior) on the defensive end, and has a sweet three-point stroke offensively. Doyle is such a smooth scorer and dominant defender that it feels like he has the natural talent to develop into an all-great in his senior year. Let’s hope he’s up to the challenge. Former No. 36 overall recruit from Detroit with C potential. Projected lottery pick.

SF Floyd Keller, redshirt senior, 92 overall: Keller checks every box for a small forward. He has good size at 6’7. He has a three-point rating in the mid-80s. He’s the best dunker on the team. He’s an elite offensive rebounder for a wing with a rating in the low 90s, which helps equip him to play minutes at the four. After a tough shooting night in our Elite Eight loss last season — he went 1-for-7 from three — we’ll need Keller to be consistently great if we want one more run through the bracket. Former No. 101 overall recruit out of Dallas with C+ potential. Projected second round pick.

PF Oscar Fray, redshirt senior, 88 overall: Fray enters his third year as a starter with a fascinating combination of size and skill that could set him up for a breakout senior year. The 7-foot power forward is a great three-point shooter for his position with a rating just below 80. Defensively, he’s the top-rated shot blocker on the team, and also does a pretty good job on the glass. Former No. 118 overall recruit out of Lynn, MA with C potential. Projected second round pick.

C Brody Munoz, redshirt senior, 92 overall: Munoz finally gets the spotlight as a senior after backing up DJ Foster — a one-time NCAA tournament Most Outstanding Player — for his entire career up to this point. We’re expected big things, and not just because he’s tied for the highest rated player on the roster going into the regular season. What Munoz lacks in elite size at 6’11 he can make up for with strength, agility, and rebounding. We expect him to be really good at forcing turnovers, grabbing putbacks, and helping fortify the paint. Former No. 169 overall recruit (No. 6 center) out of Nashville with B potential. Projected lottery pick.

We have an incredibly deep bench for our final season. Center Logan Polk (85 overall) will be our sixth man, and should be able to form a three-man front court rotation with the two starters in the tournament. After that, we have a lot of options but not a lot of good options.

Here’s the rest of the bench: wing Jaycee Queen (80 overall), wing Jerald Obasohan (79 overall), guard Archie Howell (78 overall), wing/guard James Haranga (74 overall), guard Edwin Walls (74 overall), and power forward Kenny Butler (74 overall).

This is really it. Year 40. The last dance. What a ride it has been. We start the season at No. 4 in the polls.

How did the regular season go?

For our final regular season, we tried to schedule a good mix of local schools and historic big conference rivals with a couple in-season tournaments thrown in for good measure.

Here’s how the regular season went:

Win over Bradley

Win over Nebraska

Win over UTEP

Loss to Southern Illinois

Win over Florida

Loss to Northwestern

Win over New Mexico

Win over DePaul

That sets up a rivalry game against Illinois. We’ve played the Illini in almost every season, and we don’t want to end this dynasty without one more dub. The losses to Southern Illinois and Northwestern were a real bummer, and we need a palate cleanser. Let’s go!

Big win, 102-68. Look at Cristano Ngounou hanging 17 points and six assists on the Illini. Love seeing both starters in the front court — seniors Oscar Fray (13 points, 10 rebounds) and Brody Munoz (18 points, 11 rebounds) — each dropping a double-double, too. And how about our new five-star JUCO addition Obasohan chipping in 12 points off the bench? Really promising performance from the boys.

We get a big win over Kansas in our next game. That sets up another marquee game with a program we don’t like very much out of the state of North Carolina: Duke. We’ve battling with Duke on the court and on the recruiting trail for 40 freaking years. Can we end this rivalry with a dub?

Ugh, loss, 88-83. Nice games from Bernie Doyle (19 points, four assists) and Oscar Fray (14 points, 12 rebounds), but it isn’t enough. That’s our third loss of the season. Get bent, Duke.

We end the year with three more non-conference games.

Win over Illinois-Chicago

Win over American

Win over Arizona State

While we may have lost the final battle to Duke, I won the war over Coach K with a significantly better career by any measure (more on that in a minute). Now it’s time to jump into conference play in the Summit League.

Did we go undefeated in conference season?

Yes we did, another perfect 18-0 stretch.

Now we enter the conference tournament. Can we punch one more automatic bid to the NCAA tournament?

Win over UMKC

Win over Southern Utah

Win over UL-Calcutta

We’re going to the NCAA tournament for the last time, but that isn’t even the headliner after winning the Summit League. Im taking home the conference tournament championship, I won game No. 1,171 of my career. That currently puts me ahead of Coach K for the most wins all-time.

We have built a great legacy at Western Illinois. Before we enter the NCAA tournament, let’s take a look at our statistical leaders:

What a year for Munoz. Dude sat on the bench for four seasons before finally getting a starting spot, and all he did was lead our team in scoring at 17.2 points per game. Fray was awesome, too, averaging a hair under 15 points per game while chipping in nearly two blocks and six rebounds per game. It’s good to see Keller and Doyle both hit double-figures in scoring. I’m a bit surprised Cristano couldn’t even put up seven points a night after his big game against Illinois, but the assist and steals numbers are solid. We’re going to need him in March.

The Leathernecks are heading into the NCAA tournament at 32-3 on the year. I can’t wait to see what seed we get.

2047 NCAA tournament

Well, we couldn’t end this dynasty without getting swindled by the Selection Committee one more time. We’re a No. 6 seed in the NCAA tournament. I thought we should have been a top-four seed without question.

We’ll open the tournament with a game against No. 11 seed Syracuse. Sheesh. Before we get to the game, let’s check in on our roster one more time:

I’m loving the way this group progressed through the year. We have two awesome wing scorers with an elite combination of size and shooting in Keller and Doyle. We have plenty of beef up front with Munoz, Fray, and Polk. Ngounou entered the program as a 77 overall and shot up to a 92 in three years without a redshirt. The bench also really improved during the season and should give us plenty of different lineup options in March.

This is going to be a tough run, starting with Syracuse. The Orange have knocked us out of the big dance before, and consistently put together really strong teams.

Our last dance starts now. As always, we’re simulating every game, I’m not controlling the ‘Necks.

Let’s go!

Win, 105-73! What an absolute beatdown. We’ve moving on to the round of 32.

Long-time followers of the series will know that our Leathernecks have always been known as a second half team. It happened in a big way in this game. Syracuse ended the first half strong to cut our lead to nine points, but we quickly turned it into a blowout out of the break.

I thought this was a tremendous all-around team effort. Six players hit double-figures in scoring with no one putting up more than Floyd Keller’s 15 points. Everyone who played recorded an assist. I loved this play from the first half when we set two screens for our five-star JUCO Obasohan that helped get him an easy layup.

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Our bench is a big question mark coming into this tournament, mostly because it’s filled with a lot of fresh faces who haven’t played big minutes in clutch spots before. I have to say, the performance of our reserves in our tournament opener was super encouraging. Obasohan in particular looks like a keeper after scoring 10 points on 4-of-5 shooting and knocking down a three. We always need wing depth, and he should be able to provide that on this run.

The clear highlight of Obasohan’s night: this sick two-handed dunk in transition for an and-one.

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We love to turn defense into offense, and Ngounou and Doyle’s ability to get into the passing lanes really helps us out there.

Speaking of Ngounou in transition: he had a beautiful finish on the break to put the game fully out of reach. That’s what you want out of your point guard.

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The win sets up a second round game against Colorado State

The Rams have been a solid program throughout this sim dynasty, regularly making NCAA tournament appearances. We have a decisive edge in talent heading into this game.

We are one win away from going to the Sweet 16 and extended our run in the big dance. One time, ‘Necks. Let’s go!

Win, 109-79! We’re going to the Sweet 16!

We didn’t need to be a second half team in this one. Our ‘Necks blew the doors off Colorado State from the opening tip-off. I thought we played a great game offensively thanks to our inside-out ball movement.

We had five scorers in double-figures in this one, but it was senior starters Bernie Doyle and Oscar Fray leading the charge. We know Doyle is capable of taking over a game at his best, and he was awesome in this one: 20 points on 7-of-13 shooting from the field and 4-of-6 shooting from three. The real story was Fray, though.

Fray was probably the least appealing long-term prospect of our recruiting class when he entered the program alongside Doyle, Keller, and Munoz. That was mostly because of his 74 rating and C potential grade. While he’s always been rated a few points lower than his classmates, Fray’s skill set on the court is so important to us. He’s a massive 7-foot power forward who can protect the rim and shoot threes. What more do you want?

Fray went off in this game: 22 points, eight rebounds, two assists, two steals on 9-of-11 shooting. I love watching the big man shoot from deep. This was from NBA range.

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Here’s one more catch-and-shoot three for good measure.

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Fray might get slept on a little on this team, but he’s absolutely critical to our success if we want to win it all.

I also want to shout-out the bench for another solid performance. I liked what I saw out of Obasohan (11 points) and Howell (10 points). Since we already have two Obasohan clips in this post, why not make it three? Love him hitting this triple in the first half to help us open up the lead.

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We’re rollin’.

The win sets up a Sweet 16 game vs. Alabama

We’re now four wins away from ending this dynasty with a national championship. A Sweet 16 game against Bama is going to be an absolute battle.

In our simulated future, the Tide have become a basketball school. This program seems to make the tournament every year, and they’ve given us plenty of trouble in the past.

A trip to the Elite Eight is on the line. Let’s go!

Win, 112-69! We’re onto the Elite Eight!

Say it with me: SECOND. HALF. TEAM. After a tight first half left us with a six-point lead coming into the break, our ‘Necks absolutely torched the nets in the second half to come away with the blowout win. Seriously: we scored 66 points in the final 20 minutes. That was an offensive clinic at its best.

I had a good feeling about the second half when Cristano got this three hit the rim like 50 times before falling. Sometimes you need some good luck on your side.

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A couple possessions later, Floyd Keller came down a ripped another three. We finally had a double-digit lead, and we’d never look back.

It was great to see Keller (15 points) get going from deep. He hit all three of his attempts from beyond the arc.

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While we don’t have any clips of the front court from this game, they absolutely deserve credit for the win.

Fray turned in another incredible performance, this one somehow even better than his last. He ended the game with 25 points, 14 rebounds, four assists, three steals, and three blocks on 10-of015 shooting. He didn’t attempt a three (booooo) but he dominated the game on both ends. His front court mate Munoz was almost as good. The senior center finished with 20 points and 16 rebounds. We kept going inside — Munoz and Fray combined for 35 (!) field goal attempts — and they were making the Bama defense pay.

Not the best Bernie Buckets game (9 points on 3-of-10 shooting), but I clipped this shot from the first half, so I might as well embed it here.

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Elite Eight, here we come.

The win sets up an Elite Eight matchup against No. 1 seed Indiana

Our run in the NCAA tournament has been a breeze up to this point, but I fear things about to get a lot more difficult. Our plucky No. 6 seed is about to run into one of college basketball’s blue bloods: the top-seeded Indiana Hoosiers.

The Elite Eight has been something of a bugaboo for us. We lost in this round last year. We’ve lost in this round many times before. I don’t want it to happen again.

A Final Four trip is on the line. As always, we’re watching a simulated version of this game; I am not controlling the Leathernecks. Let’s go!

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Loss, 96-86. Oh my gosh. And just like that, our dream of ending this dynasty with a national title is over.

I am devastated. I really thought this team was good enough to send me out on top, but it wasn’t meant to be. The Hoosiers’ outside shooters did us in. Indiana’s guard-heavy lineup caught fire from deep (10-of-21 for 47.6 percent), and our perimeter attack couldn’t keep up. We only hit 6-of-22 (27.3 percent) attempts from three.

What happened to our second half team this time? We were only down two going into halftime, but we were outscored by eight over the final 20 minutes. Tough scene.

There were some solid individual performances. Munoz went out strong with 23 points and 10 rebounds. Bernie Doyle dropped 21 points and hit this three-pointer to keep us in it early.

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Floyd Keller just didn’t give us enough on the wing. He shot 1-of-8 from three in the loss. He did give us a little juice in transition, at least.

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Cristano played all 40 minutes, and had eight points and nine assists. I really wish I got another year with him as a senior next season.

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Unfortunately there is no next season. After 40 years at Western Illinois, our sim dynasty is over. Here are some final numbers on the series:

Final record: 1,177-213

10 national championships (tied with John Wooden for the most in men’s college basketball history)

15 Final Four appearances

25 Sweet 16 appearances

Final NCAA tournament record: 113-27

38 Summit League regular season championships

35 Summit League tournament championships

38 seasons with 20+ wins

61 players drafted

The thing I’m most proud of? After we made the NCAA tournament for the first time in Year 3, we didn’t miss it again the rest of this dynasty.

Is Ricky Charisma the greatest men’s college basketball coach ever?

I think so. Here’s how we stack up to other top coaches in NCAA history in important categories.

Total wins

Ricky Charisma: 1,179

Mike Krzyzewski: 1,170

Jim Boeheim: 1,083

Roy Williams: 903

Bob Knight: 899

Dean Smith: 879

Jim Calhoun: 877

Adolph Rupp: 876

Bob Huggins: 828

Eddie Sutton: 806

Tournament wins

Ricky Charisma: 110

Mike Krzyzewski: 94

Roy Williams: 77

Dean Smith: 65

Jim Boeheim: 57

Tom Izzo: 52

Jim Calhoun: 49

John Wooden: 47

Final Four appearances

Ricky Charisma: 15

Mike Krzyzewski: 12

John Wooden: 12

Dean Smith: 11

Roy Williams: 9

Tom Izzo: 8

Rick Pitino: 7

Denny Crum, Adolph Rupp, John Calipari: 6

Consecutive tournament appearances

Western Illinois: 36

Kansas: 31

North Carolina: 27

Arizona: 25

Duke: 24

Michigan State: 23

Gonzaga: 22

Winning percentage

Ricky Charisma: 84.7

Mark Few: 83.44

Sam Burton: 83.33

Clair Bee: 82.444

Adolph Rupp: 82.1

John Wooden: 80.3

National championships

Ricky Charisma: 10

John Wooden: 10

Mike Krzyzewski: 5

Adolph Rupp: 4

Roy Williams: 3

Jim Calhoun: 3

Bobby Knight: 3

Who is the best player in Western Illinois history?

That’s the big question within the fanbase right now. Before we get to it, let’s look back at our greatest recruiting wins.

We landed five five-star recruits out of the domestic high school ranks during my time at Western Illinois. We also signed nine five-star JUCO recruits, and six five-star international recruits from places like New Zealand (shout-out Dave French), Montenegro (anti shout-out Vitor Andrisevic), France (what up, Kim Kone!), and Cameroon.

The highest-rated recruit in program history was Sammy Yan at No. 10 overall in 2032. He was pretty much a disappointment. The program’s all-time leading scorer was center Vinnie Harmon with 2,452 career points during his career. He was the No. 122 overall recruit and the No. 8 center (those that followed the series or played the game know that centers are always weirded underrated on the recruiting trail).

Here are some more numbers during tournament games only (aka, the games we streamed), from the amazing Leathernecks Database maintained by our fans:

The highest rated player in program history is a tie between small forward Nic Cummings and point guard Duncan Martinez, who are the only players to reach 97 overall. Cummings in particular is a great choice for the GOAT. He ended his career with three national titles, though only one as a starter. He’s top-10 for me, but not No. 1.

The people’s choice for the GOAT is Deke Van, the legendary center who helped carry us to our first national title in Year 8. Deke’s turn from from Year 7 goat to Year 8 GOAT is the most memorable we’ve ever had. We couldn’t have done any of this without you, Deke.

When Coach tell you youre guarding @deke_van https://t.co/RDhmDAPRA8 pic.twitter.com/fm2udgvMZT

— Ryan Thomas (@RTtheSID) May 10, 2020

As the series went on, other great players emerged who finished with gaudier stats and better resumes.

My personal favorite might be Bert Draughan, Mr. Basketball out of Chicago (No. 29 overall recruit), who went on to win a title with us in Year 13 and also starred for our Year 11 team that began the season 35-0 before losing to Michigan State in the Final Four. Harmon is another fine choice. Skip Clemmons helped us win three national titles in Year 23, Year 24, and Year 26. Albert Jagla, Clemmons’ former teammate, played a big role in our first back-to-back championship squad, and is arguably the greatest perimeter bucket-getter in program history.

All-time favorite moment? Impossible to say. The first one that comes to mind is Kim Kone’s go-ahead corner three in the 2024 tournament. Najeeb Goode’s steal vs. UCLA in the Final Four to help us win our second title in Year 13 also stands out. There was also the time superstar power forward Allen Cunningham took off his pants mid-game.

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Thank you to everyone who read, watched, and interacted

I started this series on April 11, 2020, a few weeks after the pandemic had shut down all ‘real’ sports. At the time, I was gearing up to cover the 2020 NCAA tournament. That never happened. I had college basketball on my mind, and I always wanted to write something on ‘College Hoops 2K8’, probably my favorite video game ever. This project is what came of it.

I had no idea if anyone was going to read this. I definitely did not think I’d finish out all 40 years like a complete lunatic. I didn’t think I’d write the equivalent of multiple books in terms of total word count.

Just before I dropped the first post in the series, I tweeted this:

Got a real dumb blog post coming

— Ricky O'Donnell (@SBN_Ricky) April 11, 2020

I wrote around 70 posts in the series, counting the inaugural Hall of Fame induction (read a big Deke Van retrospective at that link) and two posts of my Deke Van x Seattle Supersonics spin-off. I’m estimating I wrote 200,000 words in this series. That’s about the length of “The Fellowship of the Ring.”

I still can’t believe everything that came from this series. The Washington Post wrote a profile on it. I went on WGN TV and did a few radio spots promoting it. We sold a Deke Van t-shirt with Homefield Apparel. Our series inspired a new friend in Japan named Thanh Nguyen to write a pair of e-books adding greater depth to our story. Friend of the program Mike Rutherford did an amazing hype video for our first championship run. When I moved the series to Substack for a few months, more than 7,000 people signed up for email updates and still remain. Our first Twitch stream for the Year 8 Final Four drew more than 7,000 total viewers, and had 2,500 concurrent viewers on it at as we were closing out the win. On SB Nation, the series has been viewed more than 500K times.

What really made the project special was always the community around it. Some quick shout-outs:

The Leathernecks Database is an amazing companion to this series. You can lost in there. Thank you to the diehards to helped maintain it, and reader Evan for starting it.

Thanks to my guy who started the Leathernecks Nation instagram fan page and whoever is behind the wondrous fake Deke Van twitter account.

Thanks to everyone in the Discord who maintained ‘Necks discussion always and forever.

Thank the diehards that came out for every Twitch stream. I don’t want to name names because I’ll forget someone, but you know who you are. I love you all. I also want to thank the readers for keeping up with the recaps, and everyone who emailed me feedback throughout the series. I also want to thank my buddy Scott for introducing me to the game and running through multiple 40-year dynasties with me way before I ever considered blogging through it like this. This series would not exist without him.

What a ride it’s been. As I sim through to the end of the calendar, I’m greeted with this message.

Thank you, everyone. Go ‘Necks.

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2020 VMA’s Recap!

Every year, I always look forward to a few things and one of those things is definitely the MTV Video Music Awards. The VMA’s have been iconic every year since it’s inauguration in 1984 with Madonna’s Like A Virgin performance. As the insanely obsessed pop culture person that I am, the VMA’s are like a national holiday and I prepare myself heavily before they happen. For this year, obviously things are different because of a little thing called the Covid-19 Pandemic but anyhow, I was still excited. When the nominees got announced I was a very mixed bag of emotions. I was very excited because Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande got the most nominations of the year (9) but, I was disappointed because Harry Styles and Dua Lipa only got technical nominations and didn’t get any in the main category. One of my friends shared the same disappointment with me and they said how every nominee in Video of the Year was from North America and I didn’t even think of that. I wish they didn’t nominate some things... but that’s alright. As the weeks went on, I voted for my faves and MTV announced Keke Palmer was hosting whichreally got me excited again because she is a queen. Also, when they announced the performers, my favorites being Miley, Gaga, Ariana, and Doja, I became thrilled.

Now, here I am with my Rain on Me shirt on, a few hours after the ceremony ended and I got to say, I am IMPRESSED!!! That was an AMAZING ceremony. For an award show during a pandemic, I got to say MTV pulled, it, off. Let’s get into it!:

OH. MY. GAGA.

Lady Gaga was the star of the night and I am NOT disappointed one bit. Going into the night as the most nominated artist (tied with Ariana) I had high hopes. When I heard she was performing, I screamed because I couldn’t believe we were FINALLY getting a performance in the Chromatica era. Knowing that she had so much planned for the era, it’s been sad to see none of it come to fruition. Now let’s live in the present. THIS PERFORMANCE?!? FREAKING INCREDIBLE. I don’t even know where to start. The beginning of the performance with the old television, her laying down on the couch (mask on!), and seeing the TV have the 1999 VMA’s (with BRITNEY mentioned!) was when I knew it was going to be one of the best performances of her career. THEN, she WENT DOWN THE POLL and Chromatica II started playing and I almost threw up. I was so excited that she chose to do that interlude and sing some of 911 (maybe the third single?)! I was shook. Next, she had a quick change and started singing Rain on Me, and I immediately was hyperventilating. When Ariana came out, I really thought I was gonna pass out. In that moment, I was just seeing a dream come true in front of my eyes. I saw two of my ultimate QUEENS come together and give me all the life I need. I mean, the outfits, the masks, the chemistry, ARIANA’S HIGH NOTE?! GAGA’S VOCALS?! I can’t even. After that, when she started walking to the Brain piano, I thought she was about to do 1000 Doves (Piano Version) but I was mistaken! It was the first single, STUPID LOVE! Honestly, I was so happy she performed Stupid Love and got it’s moment because that wasn’t even performed live yet before tonight. Her speech in between the Stupid Love performance was beautiful and I loved when she brought the beat in and danced her ass off. Ugh, I just love her so much.

Onto the actual awards, I cannot believe that she won FIVE! I expected Best Collaboration and was hoping for Artist of the Year but I was NOT expecting Song of the Year! The one that I didn’t even know was happening thought was the FIRST EVER, TRICON AWARD?! The fact that MTV gave Gaga her OWN award for being an icon, a legend and a triple threat was filling my Little Monster heart with such PRIDE and JOY! Seeing her go up on that stage in a new look with a new mask each time, gave me a little boost of serotonin each time. She is just a goddess. There is no one like her and there NEVER will be.

GOOD GOLLY, MISS MILEY

It feels amazing to be a Miley stan tonight. Miley has been one of my absolute role models since I was a child. I have followed her and supported her my whole life even when people didn’t and I got to say, tonight felt really good. Her performance was PHENOMENAL. Starting off with her GORGEOUS silhouette in that STUNNING black dress and cross necklace with the red chrome light shook me because I was not expecting that. And, that break before the first chorus?!? LOVED. After, it went to a blue chrome and she started walking while it went full color. When I saw her walk towards some stairs, I had to catch my breath. Suddenly, I see a disco ball. Then she took the bottom half of the dress off and hopped on the disco ball and I SCREAMED. LOUDLY. The fact that she has such an ICONIC moment like Wrecking Ball where she can do something eerily similar and EVERYBODY knows it, is fucking SENSATIONAL! HER VOCALS WERE ON POINT, FACE BEAT, BODY SNATCHED. She just gave the most perfect glam rock pop star performance that I’ve ever seen. Miley having this mainstream moment again just made me so happy. ALSO?! SHE WON TWO AWARDS TONIGHT. I cannot believe Miley won two VMA’s tonight. She doesn’t win a lot of awards (which is extremely disappointing) and to see her win TWO for MOTHER’S DAUGHTER a single from last year that peaked at #54 on the Billboard Hot 100 felt incredible. I just love when she gets the recognition she deserves.

Other Thoughts:

The Weeknd’s opening performance was so great!! Recently, I have gotten sick of Blinding Lights but this performance totally revitalized for me how great of a song that is. I don’t know how he was up so high but he did an awesome job and the fireworks were great! Also, I’m happy he finally won his first two VMA’s for Best R&B (even though it’s a pop song) and Video of the Year.

Keke’s hosting was entertaining as hell. She was the perfect host for a time like this for many reasons. She’s funny, relatable, beautiful, entertaining and so many more positive things. I found her really funny and I just love her presence as a whole. Even her little performance was cute too!

Doja Cat actually blew me away. I was not expecting her to serve that hard. The performance was so futuristic and felt like I was in a new universe. I loved her outfit and LOVED the Say So mix! Also, so happy she included Like That because it’s such a jam. I love Doja and ever since I discovered Juicy last year I've been stanning and this definitely solidified the stan for me. I am so happy that she won (RIGHTFULLY SO!) for Best New Artist. She has had a great rise and her performance definitely gives me high hopes for her future.

My rankings of the performances are:

Pre Show:

1. Chloe x Halle - Ungodly Hour (THESE QUEENS ARE THE FUTURE!)

2. Machine Gun Kelly w/ blackbear & Travis Barker - My Ex’s Best Friend/Bloody Valentine (I have become really obsessed with his new music recently and love him)

3. Tate McRae - You Broke Me First (surprised by this cause I didn’t know anything about her before but she did a good job!)

4. Jack Harlow - What’s Poppin (cute ig)

5. Lewis Capaldi - Before You Go (🙂)

Main Show: 1. Lady Gaga w/ Ariana Grande - Chromatica II, 911, Rain on Me, Stupid Love (FUCKING AMAZING. SENSATIONAL, &, UNREAL)

2. Miley Cyrus - Midnight Sky (MY QUEEN SO ICONIC I LOVE HER SO MUCH)

3. Doja Cat - Say So/Like That (SO FUTURISTIC AND SOLIDIFIED HER WIN AND SHOWED THAT SHE CAN SERVE)

4. The Weeknd - Blinding Lights (really made me love the song so much more)

5. BTS - Dynamite (I like these boys but the fanbase is so much it stresses me out).

6. JP Saxe & Julia Michaels - If The World Was Ending (so cute, love Julia)

7. Dababy - Peep Hole, Blind, & Rockstar

8. Maluma - Hawái (loved the drive in aspect)

9. Keke Palmer - Snack (wish she had more time)

10. Black Eyed Peas w/ Nicky Jam & Tyga - Vida Loca/I Gotta Feeling (no one can take Fergie’s place)

11. CNCO - Beso

To end this, I’m just gonna leave this picture here. :)

#vmas #entertainment #gaga #exciting #mtv #2020 #Video Music Awards #music #tv #award #awards show #Ariana #Ariana grande #miley #miley cyrus #doja #best new artist #2000s

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kaidans-alenko · 3 years

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Wrote a thing for my very dear and extremely talented friend @confundere(who yall need to follow because she’s amazing and just all around a very sweet person <3) with her oc Persephone and Aiden <3

Supposed to be for ockiss week but that didn’t happen pfftt

“At least Lily is honest with me.” He fired back at Persephone, they had been going back and forth with each other all morning while Lily and Aiden ran around the strip, it was all harmless fun of course.

“Oh just barely, you said the whole first year of your relationship you still couldn’t fully tell how she felt.” Persephone teased.

“Yeah well she’s more honest with me than you and Aiden are with each other.”

“It’s complicated, we were both on Mindoir during the raid.” was the only explanation she gave.

“Yeah?” he didn’t fully understand the relevance but he was willing to hear her out.

Persephone looked at the fireplace in the apartment’s living room.

“And if I'm to be honest, the biggest part of why I got engaged to Thomas was because he was one of my last connections to home. I don’t want to just be with Aiden for that same reason. It didn't exactly end well the first time.” She told him.

It wasn’t something she had really said out loud before but if there was anyone she felt like she could be honest with it was Kaidan.

“I get it but at the same time, is that really a bad thing?”

Persephone looked over at him “Huh?”

“Look and don’t tell her I brought it up but Lily told me that I have some similarities with her late fiance and at first it kind of bothered me but I thought about it and realized it’s not really a bad thing.”

“You don’t feel like a replacement at all?”

Kaidan shook his head “Lily loved him and I believe she still does a little bit and I could let it bother me sure but she loves me for the same reason she loved him and i’m not going to sit here and say I won out because i’m with her now, that’s not fair and I certainly don’t feel that way but what i’m trying to say is you two really care about each other. Lily and I both agree on that and if one of the things that brings you two together is a number of shared experiences or in my case shared traits, then what’s the problem? If it was the only reason you’re attracted to him, yeah it might be an issue but I don’t personally believe that is the only reason.”

Persephone sighed, she focused so much on burying these feelings she never really took a step back to think about what she actually liked about him "I like that I can trust him. The one person who I was supposed to be able to trust outed me but Aiden just... understands. And there's that rush when you can charge into battle with someone you trust. Mindoir was a conservative colony. Biotics had to hide themselves. And there's a part of me that wishes we'd been closer back then because maybe then I wouldn't have felt so alone with it. It's more than that though. Past us being biotics, past us both being soldiers. I can be myself around him... it's been awhile since I felt like that about someone. I'm not scared, or guarded."

“Are you ever going to tell him that?” Kaidan asked.

“How long did it take you to tell Lily?”

“Hey, in my defense we didn’t have any obvious chemistry like you two do.”

Persephone shook her head, she didn’t believe him or rather she didn’t want to believe him “He’s got a war to win, it’s not the time maybe if we survive, we’ll see.”

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"So," Lily started as she stole a piece of nigiri off of Aiden's plate "how are you and Persephone?" She pried, causing his face to turn the same shade as the tuna on his plate.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said defensively, tugging at his scarf, suddenly feeling hot at the mention of her name.

"Oh please," she rolled her eyes, mouth still full of sushi "You're the talk of the ship, I even started a betting poll." She told him as she swallowed.

"You what?!" Lily watched unfazed, sipping her all too sweet cocktail as he hopped out of his chair, a couple of guests glaring in their direction over the commotion Aiden was causing.

"I was bored and I figured

should be getting something out of this back and forth you two have going on." She shrugged, clearly not seeing a problem in what she just told him.

Aiden ran a hand down his face as he fell back into his chair "What...exactly is written on the poll?"

"Oh nothing." She said, looking away from him.

"Lily, what does the poll say?"

Lily sighed, setting her glass down "what will happen first: the reapers wiping out the galaxy or Aiden and Persephone getting together?"

Aiden looked at her, eyes wide, he never got mad at his sister and he couldn't say he was now, it wasn't surprising behavior from her, he was simply mortified. Did Persephone know? God he hoped not.

"It's all harmless fun Ai." She said with a wave of her hand.

"Fine, but are you betting against me or for me?"

"Aiden! I'm appalled! Of course I'm betting for you, you're my brother."

"What kind of money is on it anyway?"

"Just a few thousand credits." She said nonchalantly.

"Thousand?!" Is the whole crew in on it?!"

Lily thought about it as she shoved a sushi roll in her mouth "No...like about….eighty percent?"

"Eighty?!"

She shrugged "More or less, Aiden if I were any good at math I wouldn't be a marine okay?"

Aiden sighed, resting his head on the table, he wondered what Persephone thought of all this, if she even knew about it, he imagined Kaidan did but he wasn’t a gossip so he wasn’t concerned about her finding out from him “You’re the absolute worst.” he sighed.

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Lily sat on the counter in the mess hall kitchen, watching them like a hawk as Aiden and Persephone conversed over breakfast, she hadn’t the faintest clue to what they could be talking about but Persephone had been laughing quite a bit, it had to be her way of flirting, there was no way her brother was that funny and Lily of all people would know. “Hey babe.” She said, sipping her hot cocoa as she waited for Kaidan to finish making breakfast.

Kaidan looked over his shoulder “Yeah?”

“I think i’m gonna add more money to the poll.” she told him, eyes still fixated on the pair.

Kaidan rolled his eyes “I still think it’s an invasion of privacy.”

“Hush, and besides there was one for us on the SR-1.”

“You’re joking.” at least he hoped so.

Lily shook her head “Swear on my life, where do you think I got the idea?”

He sighed as he went back to cooking “Do they even know about it?”

Lily plucked one of the marshmallows out of her mug and very elegantly placed it in her mouth “It’s a small ship.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“It’s a maybe.”

“Well whatever,” Kaidan placed the contents of the pan onto a plate and handed it to her “here.”

Lily smiled, “Perks of dating a canadian, they make the best bacon.”

“That’s a stereotype.” he said as he turned off the stove.

“Sure, like you putting canadian bacon on your pizza is a stereotype.” she said as she put whatever passed for syrup up in space on her bacon, Kaidan shuddering as he watched in disgust.

“First of all it’s just ham, second of all that’s disgusting.”

“Why because it’s not maple syrup?” she gave him a playful wink as she sucked a stray drop off her finger.

Kaidan scoffed “No.”

“Snob.” Lily teased as she exited the small kitchen, Kaidan following behind her.

They sat at the other end of the table “Not sitting with your brother today?” Kaidan asked, a little surprised they only did that when they fought and they hardly ever fought.

Lily shook her head “Nope! I’m gonna let whatever that is play out.” she said smugly, as if them talking was her doing. Kaidan still didn’t think it was any of their business but when did Lily ever listen to him? “I know it might seem like meddling but I really just want them to be happy and it seems to me that they make each other happy, he’s had a crush on her since we were kids after all.” she watched them talk with a gentle smile on her face, there was one thing people forgot about her, something hidden behind her imp like behavior and it was that she actually had a good heart. She wasn’t callous just for the sake of it, if she cared about someone she wanted what was best for them and it may seem like meddling to people on the outside but she did care about Aiden and Persephone and wanted them both to be happy and if that happiness lay with each other then she wanted to help even if it was from the sidelines.

Lily smiled and she had just the idea “Kaidan, how hard would it be to overload one of the elevators in here?”

“Edi might have some firewalls that prevent hacking but overloading it shouldn’t be-” he paused, she was up to something “why?”

“Oh...no reason.” If they wouldn’t deal with this on their own then she’d force their hand “just call it tough sibling love.”

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Persephone arched her back, bringing her arm up as far as she could, her finger tips only barely brushing against the zipper to her under armor as she tried to pull it down but to no avail “Ugh!” she groaned looking around for someone to help when her eyes landed on Aiden who had the top part of his hanging around his waist as he worked on taking off his greaves. Don’t stare Persephone. Don’t. She repeated in her head but it was impossible, it was a wonder he didn’t already have someone waiting for him, she had heard from Lily he was with Liara briefly but not anymore. For someone as handsome and just down right charming as he was, she couldn’t believe it.

Persephone cleared her throat “Aiden, could I get your help?” she asked as composed as she possibly could.

Aiden looked up, his eyes peeking through the long black hair that had fallen out of his bun and into his face “Yeah?” did he even know how cute he was? Was it on purpose? He was driving her insane.

“I can’t unzip my under armor, could you help me?” She tried not to make her voice sound like those girls in the extranet fetish vids joker kept on his hard drive but she was essentially asking him to undress her, it was gonna sound like that no matter what tone she used. Good thing she never was one for batting her eyelashes or this interaction would have a totally different connotation.

Aiden felt his face flush, Persephone wanted him to….what? In reality it was just pulling her zipper down enough to where she could reach it herself but even still “Uh yeah, yeah of course.”

Luckily she had to face away from him anyway because it was getting hard to keep her composure the closer he got to her “Just midway should be fine.” she told him, voice as cool as a cucumber.

“Gotcha” There was nothing sensual about this, just one soldier helping another with their zipper, nothing more nothing less. Aiden swallowed hard as he slowly pulled the zipper down her back, trying not to stare as he revealed more of that perfectly tan skin of hers.

Persephone couldn’t breath, her mind was going a mile a minute thinking of all the possible scenarios where the context of him undressing her would be much different and she needed to stop. To think of anything other than what his hands would feel like on her skin, the scent of the cologne he wore that had long worn off by now and what his stubble would feel like on her- “Okay, there you go.” he said snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Oh...uh right, thank you.” Persephone reached her hand back, finally able to reach the zipper and part of her wanted to undress in front of him but it was still fraternization and in the middle of a war who was really paying attention, Lily and Kaidan being a prime example of that and at this point it was just a convenient excuse for her to use to deny what she actually wanted.

Aiden turned and walked away to finish taking off his own armor, doing his best not to look at Persephone as he did.

“Ya know Persephone you should really invest in a catsuit like me.” Lily suggested, half teasing.

“A catsuit?”

Lily nodded “Yup, zipper in the front so when you’re done you can just slide it right off no problem and it's also pretty comfy.”

“Those offer no damage protection and not only that, the alliance doesn’t allow them for obvious reasons.” Aiden interjected as he tried not to imagine her in a catsuit.

“Yeah well the handbook says we can wear what we want if N7 is written somewhere on it and,” Lily pointed at her “she’s part of the club like us so technically if she wanted to she could.”

Persephone giggled “I’ll take it into consideration Lily, thank you.”

“See Aiden, I was only trying to help my friend.” She said with a smirk.

Aiden rolled his eyes ‘Sure.” she couldn’t fool him but he really hoped Persephone didn’t take her advice, he wasn’t sure he’d survive seeing her in a catsuit even if for one mission.

The four of them walked to the elevator, Lily grabbing Kaidan’s wrist and pulling him back as she overloaded the elevator, the doors closing and locking Aiden and Persephone in together. “Did you just do what I think you did?” Kaidan asked.

“Yup and they aren’t leaving until they’ve kissed at least.” She stated matter of fact as she sat on the unoccupied weapons bench.

Kaidan sighed, in reality he could’ve just as easily gotten them out of there but he knew if he did Lily wouldn’t be too happy with him and the cons of that out weighed the pros unfortunately.

“Did she just?” Persephone asked, baffled.

“Yup.” Aiden nodded.

“Why?” she asked again.

“Who knows.” He sure as hell couldn’t read his sister’s mind no matter how hard he tried and he has tried.

Brown eyes met ocean blue and god it was such a cliche but he could’ve drowned in them, not just her eyes either, everything about her was beautiful, he thought he had gotten over his crush but the more he was around her the more these feelings he harbored for her so long ago came back but even stronger now. It was stupid to hope for anything, there was a war and she had ended her egagement not too long ago and he didn’t want to make it uncomfortable for her if he said anything and he cetianlly wasn’t about to set himself up just to be rejected.

“Commander, I have something I want to say to you.” it was stupid to call him by his rank just to tell him about her feelings for him but she was nervous and her brain automatically defaulted back to work.

Aiden went fully into commander mode “Of course, now’s as good a time as any.”

“Listen Aiden, I like you.”

Aiden blinked at her, his brain short circuiting as he processed what she just said “I like you too Persephone, you’re a valuable crew member and friend.” that had to be what she meant right?

She sighed “Aiden what I mean is, I like you, like really like you.”

Aiden was in full panic mode, did she mean…? No, No of course not! Couldn’t be “As a friend?”

“No Aiden,” god he was dense, beautiful, but so very dense “I mean I have feelings for you.” she bluntly told him “romantic feelings.”

“O-oh…” He said, his voice cracking “that’s uh...that’s great…”

“Great?” She raised an eyebrow at him, she thought he felt the same, had she been wrong?

“Yeah, I mean...yeah!” Aiden had never been a smooth talker, he got flustered way too easily and some people found it endearing other’s not so much. Hopefully Persephone wasn’t the latter.

“Do you not like me?”

“No I do!” He exclaimed, shocking them both “I uh...I always have.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You and Thomas were so close and you’re gorgeous and as you can see i’m incredibly awkward with these things and I didn’t think I even had a chance so….”

This time it was her turn to be surprised “You’ve had feelings for me since we were kids?”

Aiden nodded “Yeah, I thought they went away and when I saw you again and got to spend more time with you they all came back, I don’t know if it’s because we’re both survivors of the raid or because you’re a vanguard like me but they’re different from the boyish crush I had on you years ago.” he confessed.

Persephone couldn’t help herself, after hearing how he truly felt, that after all these years he still had feelings for her, it was almost a miracle, she didn’t believe in soul mates but what were the odds that after all these years they’d find each other again and that he’d still have feelings for her. Persephone pushed Aiden back against the wall of the elevator, kissing him, he was taller than her but her heels made kissing him a much easier feat as opposed to if she was Lily’s height.

Aiden’s eyes widened in surprise, every muscle tensed at the feelings of her lips on his, he could hardly believe this was happening, guess he had to thank his sister later. He wrapped one arm around her waist and tangled a hand in her blonde hair as they kissed, both intoxicated by each other as soon as the elevator was working they were going straight to the captain's cabin there was no denying that, it was just a question of who hit the button first.

Suddenly the elevator started moving again, pulling them apart, a message from Lily pinging his omni-tool.

“You’re welcome ;)”

Was all it said and he rolled his eyes “That brat…” he said under his breath, he couldn’t be too mad considering how it turned out but that wasn’t the point.

Suddenly the elevator stopped and Persephone was dragging him into the cabin “Think you still have some energy after that mission soldier?” she winked.

Aiden smirked, picking her up, making her giggle as he carried her the rest of the way “Aye aye ma’am.”

#lilyshep #aidenshep #persephone shepard

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lankylevi · 5 years

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Rating: E Relationships: Levi Ackerman & Eren Jaeger Tags: Kinktober 2019, Smut, Top Levi, Bottom Eren Yeager, Halloween Costumes, Werewolves.

Summary: Chapter 1: Overstimulation with Werewolf Levi: Top Levi & Bottom Eren.

Note: It’s officially the 15th here which means this is finally getting posted! Overstimulation is this month’s poll winner and this is also written for @ererismutprompts costume party prompt! (If you want early access to all my works and wanna vote on what I should write next, consider becoming my patreon for only $1! (Link in bio))

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“I can’t believe I’m wearing this.”

“Your own idea backfired at you,” Jean snorted as Eren walked out of his room in a full sexy bunny costume. He didn’t even try to keep in his enjoyment and fell into a whole laughing fit while Eren tried to find a coat long enough so people wouldn’t think he was some type of hooker when they’d walk to the costume party.

Eren grumbled, “Since when are you even decent at Overwatch?” They had placed a bet, five games, the loser had to embarrass himself by wearing one of those slutty, pin up bunny costumes with huge ears to Hanji’s costume party on Friday. Meanwhile the other could just go as Batman.

“Since Armin taught me,” Jean said and Eren had to roll his eyes.

Armin, their mutual friend and the one who introduced them to Hanji, had been obviously flirting with Jean. And Jean cockily flirted back, but neither of them had the actual guts to make a move. “Just fucking date already.”

“Wha- me and Armin? You’re joking,” Jean feigned offense and Eren slapped him on his bicep.

“You better make a fucking move tonight or I’m telling.”

“So I take the attention away from your ass cheeks hanging out? Haha- Auw!”

Eren’s palm connected to the back of his roommate’s head as he glared at him. “Let’s just go and get this over with.”

At a quarter past eleven, they arrived at the party and Hanji eagerly opened the door to their apartment. Hanji was a chipper brunet, always acting like they were high on crack and tonight was no different.

“Welcome boys,” they slurred. The roommates already felt the vibrations of the music inside their chests and a wave of alcohol and weed hit them as Hanji leaned against the doorframe. “you’re smoking hot tonight.”

“Eren!” Armin wriggled his way through the dancing crowd, waving his hand enthusiastically, “Oh, and hi, Jean.” Of course, Armin would be dressed as Robin. As if they could be any more obvious.

Jean nodded and Eren waved back in response, shaking his head.

“Hanji, I think Levi needs your help.” Armin nudged their side with his elbow, “He’s about to make two girls cry.”

“Ugh, Leviiii.”

With that, Hanji disappeared back into the crowd and Armin showed them where they could hang their coats.

“Looks like Jean won, huh?” Armin said, trying to keep his snorts and giggles under control as Eren fumbled with the hem of his coat.

“‘S your fault. Look where your stupid crush got me.” Glaring, Eren finally got rid of the article of clothing after taking a long breath. No one would even bat an eye at him right now, he definitely wasn’t the only slutty something at this party. Fishnets also weren’t as comfortable as they looked and he was pretty sure half of the back of his costume had disappeared between his ass cheeks.

Armin chuckled, “Well, you look good. Maybe you’ll also... you know.”

“You can say “get laid” Ar,” Eren huffed, smirking when his best friend’s face got as red as a tomato. “What? You’re saying you’re not going on that horse cock tonight? Hahaha!”

“I swear to God, Eren,” Armin shushed him, “stop calling it a horse cock, I’m not a freak.”

Eren pressed his lips firmly together, trying to keep himself from bursting out laughing. “Right.” Armin wasn’t exactly the most vanilla person, he was in fact the reason why Eren had discovered some of his own kinks. Not together, no, no, they’d never. But Ar’s browsing history had revealed some of his own weird fetishes and that was how Eren actually found out there was this thing called ‘knotting’. Very sci-fi but hey, Armin couldn’t kinkshame him when he was into even weirder shit than he was.

All flustered, Armin dragged him through the dancing crowd till they found their usual group of friends. Mikasa was wearing a Marceline of Adventure Time costume while her girlfriend, Annie, a Princess Bubblegum one; not looking entirely happy about it. It was cute though, cuter than the Batman and Robin Jean and Armin were trying to pull off while still convincing everyone there was nothing going on between them. Did they really think they were all blind?

Mikasa nodded at where Jean and Armin stood and Eren turned his head to see Horseface filling up Ar’s cup. Idiots, he thought before Annie couldn’t suppress the urge to comment on his outfit any longer. “Isn’t it a little too early for Easter?”

“That pink really evens out your bitterness, Annie.”

“Oeh-oh! What a burn.”

“Okay, easy you two,” Mikasa interrupted them for the millionth time. “Eren, go socialize with my cousin, he also lost a bet.”

Eren followed her stare and his eyes landed on a shirtless raven, angrily sipping on his cup. “Don’t mind if I do.” Did he seriously say that out loud?

“Gross,” Annie scrunched up her nose and Mikasa shook her head.

“Please don’t get it on with my cousin, Eren.”

“Why? Is he gay?” Eren looked at her expectantly with a wicked grin. Not caring to wait for her answer, he straightened his back and made sure to sway his hips a little as he strolled towards the shirtless man. Luckily his heels weren’t too high or he would’ve probably made a fool out of himself already. Please be gay, please be gay, please be gay.

“Oh, yes, he’s definitely not straight,” he mumbled to himself as he saw the raven’s eyes raking over his body while smirking with a raised brow. This meant he could go for his usual strategy; teasing, teasing and some more teasing.

Instead of walking straight at him, he went for a detour and grabbed himself some punch, making sure to stick out his butt as he filled his red cup with the green, witchy liquid. He looked over his shoulder, sending the raven a flirty grin before he turned on his heels and leaned against the nearest wall. He took small gulps of his drink, which actually wasn’t bad at all, kudos to Hanji taking extra bartending classes.

The raven still hadn’t moved from his spot, so Eren went to phase two. He side-eyed Mikasa’s cousin and while their eyes locked he seductively bit his lip as he ran a hand through his chocolate brown locks. Fucking finally. The raven walked towards him and while Eren was surprised by his short stature, he sure didn’t mind the perfect set of abs and scowl on his face. Emotional unavailability, count him in.

“So, what are you supposed to be?” Eren said while lowering his cup, not hiding the fact that he was eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat.

Rolling his eyes, the raven pointed at Hanji who was currently doing the limbo. “A werewolf, Hanji’s fault.”

“Where are your tail and ears then…?”

“Levi,” and he shook his head, “I left them at home. Plus, I’m supposed to be Jacob from that Twilight bullshit.”

“Ah, quality literature,” Eren nodded, chuckling under his breath before he took another sip of his drink. “All he did was walk around shirtless anyway and you’re certainly pulling it off.”

Levi scoffed and raised one of his brows, “I would almost think you’re hitting on me…?”

“Eren,” he smiled, “and so what if I am?”

“I’m not complaining,” Levi said and he took the brunet’s drink out of his hand, the brief skin to skin contact making the tips of Eren’s ears burn, and downed it in one go. “So, Eren.”

Clearing his throat, Eren tried to keep his composure as Levi sent him a toothy grin, he was gonna eat him alive wasn’t he? “Hmm?”

“I happen to like bunnies, so how about we go to my place?” The raven said and stretched an arm to touch Eren’s waist, gently digging his fingers into the soft skin. “Only to see my tail and ears of course.”

Gulping, Eren’s mouth went dry and he enthusiastically nodded his head as he felt the heat spread through his body and straight to his crotch. Embarrassing.

Within a matter of minutes, he found himself in the passenger seat of Levi’s car and the raven fastened his seat belt for him, whispering in his ear to behave if he wanted him to be nice. In all honesty, the thought of Levi fucking him roughly stirred him up more, making his cock strain against the confinements of his costume.

“Now be a good little bunny and sit still,” Levi smirked as he hovered over him before dipping down and hungrily clashing their lips together. Pants and moans spilled from the boy’s lips and he rutted his hips against Levi’s hand palming his cock. Eren whined in protest when the raven quickly pulled away before he slid in the driver’s seat. “Better not distract me while driving if you want to come tonight.”

Eren was almost certain he heard Levi purr when he wrung his hands together to keep them occupied and a shot of arousal slid up his spine. He really was gonna have him for dinner and nothing excited the brunet more.

With his legs wrapped around Levi’s waist, Eren didn’t pay any attention to where he actually was when he was slammed against the nearest wall. Levi’s tongue swiped roughly over Eren’s bottom lip and the raven ravished his mouth as he clawed at his clothes.

A surprised gasp spilled past the boy’s lips when Levi ripped his clothes with his nails and left a trail of shreds behind them as he was being carried down the hall to what he presumed was Levi’s bedroom. He was thrown on the bed and within seconds Levi hovered over him and pinned his hands above his head. “Little rabbit fell into my trap.”

Eren never thought he’d be into dirty talk, let alone roleplay, but with the pure animalistic lust Levi was treating him, he couldn’t help but get even more turned on. “Aren’t you going to be nice to me?” Eren bit his lip and Levi’s eyes went from soft grey to vibrant silver at his words.

“Not in the slightest,” Levi sent Eren another toothy grin and a wave of arousal coursed through Eren’s body at the sight. “You have a thing for my teeth?”

Pressing his lips firmly together and keeping himself from making embarrassing noises as he saw Levi swiping his tongue over the sharp edge of his canine, Eren nodded his head and shuddered under his hold.

“You won’t be able to keep quiet once I start having my fun with you, little rabbit,” Levi purred in his ear, rutting his hips so the fabric of his jeans slid roughly over Eren’s pink cock. Leaning down, he bit and sucked on one of Eren’s pierced nipples, rolling the bud between his teeth until the brunet was gasping and thrusting his hips up. “Sensitive? How cute.”

With every action and word Levi gave him, Eren felt his mouth go dryer and dryer and his cock grow impossibly harder. Pearly fluid leaked freely on his stomach, leaving a slick mess all over his chest as Levi hooked his hands under the back of Eren’s knees and pushed forward.

High pitched whimpers and moans spilled past Eren’s lips every time Levi darted out his tongue to lap over his sensitive hole. “L-Levi…” His voice came out shaking and broken as the raven wriggled his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and started thrusting it ever so slowly. Eren wasn’t going to last long.

As Levi bit into the round globe of Eren’s ass, the boy yelped and quickly succumbed under his touch as Levi slid one finger in slowly. He hummed at the tight heat with a smirk before planting another bitemark on the tanned skin. He added his tongue to the mess, alternating between pushing it deep into his ass as he hooked two fingers to spread his hole, and biting down onto his cheeks, close to breaking the skin.

With an angled thrust of Levi’s fingers, Eren tensed and cried out as thick ropes of come streaked over his red collarbones. His chest heaved, cock twitching as Levi milked his prostate dry and kept going until it left the boy completely shaking and blabbering, “L-Levi, I- I already came.”

“I know,” Levi said flatly, lapping over his hole again and angling his fingers, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Eren’s body until he started begging for him to stop. “Stop? I’m not even nearly done with you.”

Eren’s eyes blew wide at the words, cock growing hard again under the rough treatment of Levi’s tongue swiping over the seam of his balls and dipping into the slit. “I… can’t.”

“You’re a brave little human, you can take it,” Levi smirked as he shoved his nose into the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of Eren’s dick, taking in a deep breath. The action left Eren lost for words as the raven continued and unbuttoned his jeans to let his cock spring free.

It was nothing like Eren had ever seen in real life; Levi’s cock was slightly ribbed, thicker at the base and his cockhead had a pinkishly red sheen to it, just like the dildos he had seen on pornhub and both excitement and fear took over his body. He swallowed thickly, not knowing exactly what to say or do as the raven crawled closer and leaned down to leave a sloppy kiss just below his ear, “Never seen a real werewolf? Adorable.”

Eren’s world flipped upside down as he was pushed down onto his stomach, ass sticking up in the air. He immediately moaned at being so deliciously manhandled, previous worries left forgotten as Levi spread his cheeks and poured a decent amount of lube onto the crevice of his ass. He didn’t care at this point, he wanted to get fucked by Levi and his werewolf dick. Would he also have a knot?

With a slap on his ass, Eren yelped and looked back over his shoulder, blush turning crimson as Levi spanked him again. He was really hitting all of his kinks tonight and he didn’t even realize it.

“Stop thinking, brat,” Levi said as his palm connected to Eren’s ass cheek again, leaving a stinging burn in its wake before he slid three lubed up fingers inside the brunet. “I can smell you’re distracted, come back to me. All of you.”

Eren moaned loudly into the pillow as Levi grabbed his hips and buried his entire length inside of him in one smooth motion. The brunet felt every ridge and bump stroking across his walls with bruising force, clamping down on the thick cock. He got a well deserved minute to get used to his length and girth before the werewolf increased his pace slowly.

He felt everything, the claws digging into his hips, Levi’s cock moving in and out of his willing hole, his hot breath against his spine and his own cock roughly rubbing over the covers. Everything was too much and yet he wanted, craved more of Levi. An insatiable hunger he had never experienced before overrode all logical thought and he rocked his hips backward against Levi’s.

The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as Levi started moving with bruising force, letting the animal inside of him take over as the little human beneath him moved and moaned so willingly. “Uncover your mouth, let me hear your pretty noises, my brave rabbit.”

Eren titled his head slightly to the side, letting the werewolf’s ears pick up on the soft pants and moans he made as he buried himself deep inside his ass.

“Prepare yourself, boy.” Levi snarled, angling his hips to slam precisely against his prostate, turning Eren into a drooling, blabbering mess as the werewolf fucked him roughly.

Eren whined in overstimulation as his prostate was abused to the point his entire body trembled and tears rolled down his cheeks, feeling too good for words. He gasped at the sensation of Levi’s cock growing bigger, stretching his hole wider with each thrust.

With a deep rumble inside his chest, Levi launched forward and bit down on Eren’s nape, drawing blood, as he slammed his cock deep inside Eren. Knot growing to its full size, stretching the human impossibly wide, he came in the boy’s ass, painting his insides with thick ropes of his come.

He felt beyond full, cum and knot filling him up to the brim and when Levi’s teeth sank into his flesh, his second release crashed over him. He came untouched, cock twitching and spurting his come on his stomach and the covers. A sleepy smile spread across his face when Levi held his hips up as his body lost its final strength.

Completely satisfied, Levi planted a kiss on the back of Eren’s neck, whispering sweet praises in his ear as sleep washed over the little human. “My sweet Eren.”

It was dawn when Eren awoke, the sun peeking through the curtains. He was tucked in bed, clean, and with a pair of pajama pants on. The smell of tea and something sweet filling up his nostrils.

It took him a moment to recollect his thoughts, the vivid images of last night flashing before his eyes. As he stood, the heavy pain in his hips along with the purple bruises and red marks all over his body served as another reminder that all of it had been indeed, very real.

With a droopy grin, he got up from the bed and shuffled towards the source of the sweet, hearty smell, finding Levi sitting on one of the chairs in nothing but sweatpants and two sets of pancakes in front of him. Had he cooked breakfast?

Levi’s eyes shot up once Eren peaked his head past the doorframe and he instantly jumped up and wrapped his arms around the brunet’s waist. He held him gently, a purr rumbling in his chest as he nuzzled his nose in his human’s neck. “Morning.”

Overwhelmed by the sudden affection, Eren stammered, “Morning.” Levi was so gentle with him, a complete 180 compared to last night, but it honestly felt right? As if their bodies remembered each other from before and were finally reunited. Eren laughed under his breath, how silly of him.

#ereri #riren #eren x levi #levi ackerman #rivaere #eren jaeger #mywriting #kinktober #nff #toplevi #leave some love if you liked it <3 #werewolf!levi #fic

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neoblogcrying · 5 years

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Here is the next part! This will be up on AO3 as well very soon!

The System Temp chose ‘I was thinking about the other Peak Lords’!

“You sure struggled with this one.”

“Kept going between that one or giving the neutral answer. Looks like the Peak Lords won by a very thin margin.”

“Really kept #1 on her feet for this one!”

“I was actually hoping for the other option to win out in the end, to be honest.”

Unfamiliar voices could be heard this time around as more System Moderators came to watch ‘the show.’

It seemed with every passing poll question, the other System Moderators were becoming more and more involved with this game. At first, they acted as though they hadn’t a care and they were only there to keep System Moderator #1 in check, but they were slowly jumping on board with this game she created.

How many Moderators were on active duty? This wasn’t something that the Temp was allowed to know, but they wouldn’t be punished for guessing.

“Hey hey, focus. Let’s get started already, alright?”

Beep!

Shen Yuan blurted the first thing that came to mind, “I was thinking about the Peak Lords.”

“The Peak Lords?” Shen Jiu repeated with a look of suspicion on his face. For what reason did his brother have to think about those people? He would never say that he liked any of them (private or not), so hearing that his brother was thinking about them… it left a bad taste in his mouth, to be frank. “Why?”

Without skipping a beat, Shen Yuan answered with ease as if he was used to pulling answers out of nowhere—which he was. If you asked him, he’d tell you that he was a professional at making up answers.

“Sooner or later, the other peak lords will learn the truth about ‘Shen Qingqiu’. Our Peak disciples have learned the truth already, so we can’t keep it a secret forever.”

Yue Qingyuan promised to keep their secret safe for as long as he was able, and Mu QingFang sworn to secrecy (Yes, he was threatened to it). With the recent incident of Shen Yuan fainting, it resulted in their Peak disciples learning the surprising fact that there were two of their master.

Identical twins!

It was only a matter of time before the secret was revealed to the rest of the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect.

“And?”

If the matter gets revealed, that’s the end of what. What need is there to think about people who don’t even matter? Shen Jiu had an inferiority complex and he seemed to have a strong distaste over being around men.

Shocking as it may be, there was a barrier that not even Shen Yuan could cross, even if the two of them were close.

Not that Shen Yuan minded, because he wasn’t particularly the sort to be overly affectionate towards others anyways. If anything, Shen Jiu did lower his guard somewhat when the they were the only two in a room, but even that took years to build up.

Shen Yuan worked very hard to build their relationship up to this point, he’ll have you know.

Neither of the two brothers knew about the other’s past in detail, because they never asked each other for details. If you asked for details, you would have to offer details about your own life, and neither wanted that.

Shen Jiu loathed thinking about his days in the Qiu household, while Shen Yuan couldn’t tell Shen Jiu about his ‘true past’ for obvious reasons.

Over the many years since they’ve found each other, they’ve come to learn how to trust each other to a certain extent. (Shen Yuan trusted his brother, but Shen Jiu still had some reservations).

“I just wondered how they’d react. I haven’t been around them as much as you have, but I think they’re good people.” Shen Yuan truly appreciated all the Peak Lords as he knew about all of them from the original novel, and many of them were interesting characters.

It wasn’t like he could explain this fact to his brother, however.

Shen Jiu, looked unconvinced. Who of the Peak Lords were good people? None of them were. He didn’t like any of them! Rather, none of them liked him, and the feeling was mutual. (Yes, he was ignoring Yue Qingyuan’s existence here.)

“The Sect leader already knows about us so there is no wondering about how he’d react. Still, he’s a nice person, I think. He treats us well. I can tell you both have history with each other, but it seems strained. I won’t ask you about what kind of history you both have, but I hope you can resolve your issues one day.” If you do, maybe he won’t die in the future?

He was under the impression that since they’ve already changed the story so much by making Shen Qingqiu into a pair of twins, they should have the freedom to change other things as well?

[System: Be mindful to not stray too far from your character. If the readers are happy, we will not deduct points from you.]

Shen Yuan mentally rolled his eyes as he cursed the fact that he had no privacy even in his own mind. The System was always monitoring his thoughts and popping in to comment randomly.

“No matter how you treat him, he takes your abuse with stride, and I think he genuinely cares about my well-being. He’s--- … So how about Qi Qingqi? Don’t you like her?” Shen Yuan suddenly changed the topic because he noticed how Shen Jiu’s mood was turning for the worse.

Talking about the Sect leader was borderline taboo between the two of them, and it was like a ticking time bomb. “What’s there to like? What do YOU like about her?” Shen Jiu’s eyes narrowed, wondering how his younger twin would answer this. Was it a superficial reason like her looks?

Do you want your older brother to start flirting with her in your stead?

From what Shen Yuan remembered reading from the novel, Qi Qingqi had a frank personality, and she was very headstrong. He personally liked that in characters, especially female characters. Women weren’t only wall flowers that were to be admired. He appreciated a good, strong, female character who could take charge!

“Don’t you admire her strong personality? She’s very admirable, I believe. I appreciate her frankness. I think she’ll be upset about it and have a fit over how we kept it a secret, but I think she’ll accept it easily after the fact. If we do our job properly, she’ll accept us, I think.”

Shen Jiu’s response was to wave his hand, signifying that he should move onto the next person.

Going through a mental list in his head, he went to talk about the next person. “Mu QingFan doesn’t count as he already knows our secret… but… you really need to stop calling him so often. He’s already so busy and you keep calling him to check up on me. I worry he’ll collapse from overworking one day.” These were his honest thoughts, because not only would Shen Jiu call for him often, so would Yue Qingyuan!

Give the guy a break, will you? What will you do if you make him overwork so much, he dies? Who will you count on to look after you then?

He’s not that weak, really! The two of them were like worried mother hens.

“That’s his problem to deal with, not ours.” Shen Jiu rolled his eyes, showing how he truly didn’t care about how tired Mu Qingfang was. If Shen Yuan was ill, he was going to have the best tending to him. “You have any complaints over him looking over you?”

“No, not at all. He’s a great conversational partner. We talk about various things, and he will occasionally visit with fruits. He cuts them for me as I’m resting. He tells me stories about what goes on beyond this room, and it’s pleasant.”

Even though Shen Yuan was trying to help build up Mu Qingfang’s image in Shen Jiu’s mind… his words had the opposite effect. Instead of feeling thankful for how well he took care of Shen Yuan, Shen Jiu was suspicious. Why was he so kind to Shen Yuan?

What reason was there? Was it that he was trying to steal Shen Yuan away from him? Trying to lure him away with sweet words and feeding him fruits?

A shiver ran down Shen Yuan’s spine as it felt like the temperature of the room dropped.

‘Brother, why are you so angry!?’

[System: Shen Jiu’s distrust for Mu Qingfang has grown by 50 pts. He believes Mu Qingfang is trying to steal his younger twin brother from him.]

EXCUSE ME!? Hello, system!? Let’s talk!?

How can I make Shen Jiu hate the other Peak Lords so much if he’s so irrational!? Is he jealous? Is that what it is? You damn bro-con! Let over people spoil your younger brother too!

Ugh… being spoiled by another man though… is there anyone more pitiful than Shen Yuan? OTL||||

Shen Yuan lamented in his head over how irrational this was. How did it come to this? What could have possibly made his brother dislike Mu Qingfang?? The doctor was being kind to him like an actual doctor should! Are you trying to say that cutting fruit is too domestic, and therefore, he’s flirting with him!?

Shen Jiu, is your IQ really that low?

“There’s Shang Qinghua—”

“Pass on him. He’s a useless pack mule.”

“…”

While it’s true that the peak is well known for constantly working for the rest of their lives, it’s not nice to call your fellow Peak Lord a pack mule, right? Though, knowing how he betrays their sect for the demon-kind, Shen Yuan buried his complaints in his heart.

“Liu Qingge—”

“Don’t talk about him. I’ll kill him one day.” Shen Jiu hissed, his irritation levels peaking to a new height. He was tapping his fan against his knee in annoyance, waiting for this topic to finish already. What good was it to talk about other Peak Lords?

They may be twins, but the way they thought about things were so different! Shen Yuan really was the ‘good twin’ here, and he was the ‘bad twin.’ He was the villainous type, while Shen Yuan was more of a saint who could only see the good in others.

The fact that he couldn’t see the world the way his brother did, it secretly made him nervous. Would their dissonance in their world views cause them to split apart? His brother was the only family he had left, and he didn’t want to lose that—the only good thing he had left in life.

If he really were to think deeply on his feelings, he’d realize the reason why he was so upset about this, was because of his insecurity and his feelings of jealousy. He didn’t want his brother to see how the other Peak Lords were better company than him and leave his side because of it.

No one liked him, and everyone betrayed his trust. His brother would be no different—but he wanted to put his faith in his brother. The one who found him, against all odds.

“Ge, Liu Qingge has great character. If you treat him well, he’ll return the favor. He’s Bai Zhan’s strong peak lord! If you ever come across any problems, he would protect you. He will never let a favor go unreturned. He has an honorable character and that’s hard to find. I’m willing to bet that he’d be mad, but after one punch, he’ll forgive us for lying!” Maybe instead of a punch it would be a stab? No no, that hurts more! Shen Yuan implores Liu Qingge to let them go with a punch instead!

Shen Jiu was mulling over Shen Yuan’s words about Liu Qingge:

He’s honorable (the exact opposite of the shameless Shen Jiu).

He had a great character (unlike the scummy Shen Jiu).

He will never let a favor go unreturned (while Shen Jiu would let no disservice so unreturned).

His self-loathing weighed heavy on his shoulders, and this heavy feeling transmitted through their emotional link and made Shen Yuan’s shoulders sink involuntarily. It became harder to breathe as Shen Jiu’s deep, dark feelings started to overwhelm him.

“Ge, don’t… you like any of the Peak Lords?” He hesitantly probed for an answer.

“None.” Shen Jiu’s curt reply was enough for Shen Yuan to know that Shen Jiu was reaching the limits of his patience.

Silence enveloped the two of them awkwardly and Shen Yuan found it hard to speak up again. From what emotions were being transmitted to him (which he mistakenly thought was him reading the mood of the room), Shen Jiu was mad, hurt, insecure, afraid, and frustrated.

It was hard to stop someone from being insecure or afraid, but he could only try his best. Don’t you know how hard he’s been trying to help Shen Jiu heal his heart? Do you think he enjoys acting like a child?

Really, how old is he to be hiding under the covers to avoid medicine? Shen Jiu enjoys the feeling of superiority, so he purposefully does this to give him a sense of superiority over him as the ‘elder brother’. He gives into Shen Jiu on many things to build his confidence, and to have him understand that Shen Yuan was loyal towards him.

No matter how much you distrust him or hurt him, he will always be by your side.

That’s what Shen Yuan wanted Shen Jiu to learn.

Slowly, he reached out to tug on Shen Jiu’s sleeve. “Want to guess who my favorite Peak Lord is?”

“Who? Perhaps you like Mu Qingfang the most as he spoils you? Liu Qingge is the HONORABLE one, unlike your brother. The Sect leader is powerful, well mannered, good-natured, and he treats you well. What is there about him to dislike? Go join their peaks if you like them so much!” As per usual, Shen Jiu snapped at Shen Yuan, but he always took it with stride. His scathing tone was hard to stomach in proximity.

A gentle smile snuck onto his face and he shook his head.

“My favorite Peak Lord is Shen Qingqiu, the one you play. You are the perfect model for what an immortal cultivator should look like. You diligently work and study for hours on end, cramming millions of pages worth of information into your head. No one pampers me and spoils me more than my favorite brother. You may have some personality flaws, but you balance me out. No one is perfect and that’s okay. Is it not enough that I love you? Even if the world turns against you, I, Shen Yuan, will always be by your side. If I ever annoy you, toss me aside. I won’t hate you for it.”

Admittedly, Shen Yuan hated Shen Jiu as a reader. He was the major contributor to the ‘castrate Shen Qingqiu’ driving force in the comments. Really, he apologizes for that. Don’t take his words to heart, dear Author!

However, once he transmigrated into the novel, he’d learned some things about his brother. He wasn’t a mindless canon fodder bent on chaos like everyone thought he was. He had depth, and he had his own fair share of insecurities. He was ambitious, but practical. He cared about others in his own way, and he simply wasn’t honest about his feelings.

He was human, like everyone else.

Even if he had his character flaws, Shen Jiu did try to treat Shen Yuan well in his own way. It showed in the way he would force Mu Qingfang to come watch over Shen Jiu. He’d always check up on him any chance he got.

He’d personally see to it that he ate good food, and he always gave Shen Yuan the comfier of the two pillows. It was small things like that helped Shen Yuan know that he was properly being considered by his brother.

“Ow!” Shen Jiu’s fan came crashing down onto the crown of Shen Yuan’s head. The older twin immediately turned away to face the opposite wall after he’d hit Shen Yuan’s head with his fan.

“Don’t talk nonsense and go to bed.”

“Okay…good night.” Shen Yuan faked a defeated attitude as he slowly slipped into his bed, hunched over in disappointment.

HA, you thought!

Everyone and their mother know that Shen Jiu felt embarrassed and so he forced Shen Yuan to go to bed!

Quiet graced them once more as Shen Yuan attempted to fall asleep, and Shen Jiu lost himself in his thoughts. It was so painfully obvious that Shen Yuan was trying to cheer him up, but it still warmed his heart to hear those words coming from his brother.

Knowing that Shen Yuan wanted to stay by his side until he was tossed away… not that it would ever happen, was heartwarming. Is this what familial love was like? Sticking with each other through thick or thin?

Shen Jiu is very protective of his things, and he takes good care of all his belongings. Shen Yuan, was his precious younger twin, and he wouldn’t give him up to anyone. Not without a fight, anyways.

Hear that, Mu Qingfang!?

He had to protect his brother from that man with evil intentions. Should he stick by his brother’s side more often? Was there anyone he could trust to watch over Shen Yuan?

‘If you ever come across any problems, he would protect you. He will never let a favor go unreturned.’

Maybe… there is a good reason to keep him alive… but it won’t stop him from trying to get in his way at any given moment! You never gave him face during the tournament all those years ago, so he will make sure you suffer for that transgression!

[System: Shen Jiu’s impression of Liu Qingge has increased by +10 points!]

Shen Yuan secretly smiled to himself. He didn’t know what happened to make this happen, but it’s a step in the right direction!

It was hard to tell how much time had passed, but enough went by for Shen Yuan to have truly fallen asleep. Shen Jiu gazed at the peaceful sleeping expression of his younger brother.

“Your Shen Qingqiu is my favorite too. Hurry up and get better so I can watch you play the part.”

It was amusing to see how his good-natured brother could act the part as the scummy Shen Qingqiu. Even if their personalities were nothing alike, they both shared an impeccable acting ability.

DING!

The screen stilled as someone pressed pause, freezing the characters in the game.

“Ah, did we forget to mention? …Whoops~! Sometimes we go for coffee breaks! Since we don’t want to miss a thing, we paused the game for you~! That said, wait until we come back. You’re okay with that, right? You are? Good!”

Obviously, they weren’t giving the System Temp a choice in the matter.

What else can they do if they weren’t in control of the TV? All that can be done is nod and wait until they come back.

“Oh, if you haven’t noticed already, there are refreshments and snacks for you to eat over there. Do help yourself.” Another voice spoke as lights turned on, to illuminate a room full of snacks and drinks to enjoy during the wait.

Don’t say they weren’t fair to you.

“Pssttt, you’ll want to be extra vigilant with the next segment! Don’t forget that we won’t tell you which of the Shen brothers is acting as Shen Qingqiu. You’ll have to figure that out on your own! Good luck! Take this break time to gather your thoughts!”

A helpful moderator graciously gave a warning to the System Temp, telling them to be prepared for the next segment.

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Just between Lovers

Okay, my thoughts on Just between Lovers! (spoilers)

I really enjoyed it! I’m not surprised it won the poll I made, haha. I’m gonna make this simple and write in a list format.

The good:

The OST, the cinematography

The happy ending; I was so happy to see that the parents also got to heal and move on a bit

I got a ton of Healer vibes during the drama, but the end was a straight ripoff of Falling for Innocence...which is totally fine with me, haha. It just wasn’t unpredictable...

THE LEADS. The actors totally nailed it...them falling in love slowly (I really loved the slow burn/gradual friends to lovers development), the breakdowns, the fluffy moments, and supporting each other...so good

I really enjoyed seeing our lead female have a job she’s good at and passionate about and having the chance to get better and prove herself

looking at different methods of coping with grief, and the focus on how one can memorialize a tragedy without making it insincere (I loved the quotes)

Gang Doo’s character didn’t magically get over his trauma (as seen by the hospital scene) but rather he has someone to lean on now who understands his past and can comfort him

The bad:

I didn’t like how it dragged a bit during their breakup time (I mean I kind of get why they went through it, but the pacing just wasn’t great for me)

Also with the breakup, there was never really a resolution to her feelings about him saving her; they just got back together when he was in the hospital. Again, I get it, but I would have liked it to be addressed even after the fact, such as a simple: “I realized it’s not worth being sad over when we’re together now” or something.

the love triangle...ugh

we never get to see the finished (I mean, probably CGI) park! Just the blueprint!

The ugly:

N/A!

The drama definitely surpassed my expectations, and I’m glad I watched it. It was definitely tragic, but I loved the character development, the themes, the commentary on the grieving process and how it varies for everyone, and the adorable romance. Thanks for making me watch it! :)

#I'm probably forgetting something I wanted to mention #just between lovers #kdramanetwork #kdrama

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cow5secondchance · 3 years

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Episode 4 - Honestly I’m a Vindictive Person - Blake

Format: The Penthouse

Eliminated: Mario & Jennet (4-4-4 // 4-4-1)

WILLIAM

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NICOLE

These little weirdos don’t know what they’ve just done! Lit a fire under my ASS. I’m so sick of feeling down in this game like every week is something else that I get dragged into and then the one week I’m planning nothing, thinking everything is going smoothly and my number 1 ally goes home after literally being pummeled the whole game. I’m so damn annoyed. I want the switch, I want top of the penthouse or whatever they call it. I want power so I can feel like I can shake things up!!!!

CAPTAIN

hello everyone i forgot to update yall since the second week so here we go! so we pulled off the plan to evict wyatt and i was so scared that they were going to pick me but i guessed they still love me and that makes me feel bad but urgh.. i just hope they could be able to come back </3 now we're moving to the daisy chain round in which isaac ruined everything after he saved nicole when he should save mario so thats a red flag. anyways, i came up with the plan to save everyone from the greenhouse and pretty people wink wink and i did that so congrats me. anyways, isaac put mario up and i was like maam not mario. no one talked to me about the votes. the alliance with blake, jennet, autumn, nicole, isaac and jarod? i think was made and now blake is upset with me for not telling him everything when i didn't talk about anyone in this vote and i just voted out isaac because i couldn't vote out mario? so white man.... urgh

these white ppl are freaking out too much

XAVIER

I want to end up in the Penthouse. Put Kaleigh last, so she gets eliminated, as I don't think her Defender will save her. And then the 4 options left, the 6 who voted together now will just have to vote together again. I want those who are really playing to stay longer, even if they are threats to me. It's just more fun. So none of those just popping up to vote :) All plans though. Might delete later haha.

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NYX

So this week went the way I wanted it to but not without a bunch of complications. So the daisy chain went pretty well I mean we controlled it from beginning to end and I think that we made it obvious enough to where the greenhouse people weren't seen as an immediate target. Then isaac and kaleigh ended up being up for banishment and I was really happy since kaleigh i don't talk to as much and i just voted isaac as well as him being way too chaotic for my liking. When Kaleigh won the uproot though that's when i got nervous because that meant there was gonna be a replacement and of course with my luck it was mario. Now this round changed my outlook on a lot of things because when i was campaigning for mario mario didn't do anything. He wasn't talking to people, he wasn't making bonds, and it's so fucking hard to save someone who won't save themself. There's also the fact that all of sequester voted the exact same way to save isaac which is also suspicious. Granted we in the greenhouse did as well. So this makes me realize that probably sometime soon, i'm gonna have to renege on the greenhouse four because mario clearly isn't gonna help my game much when it's my ass and were gonna be such an obvious target moving forward. Since the vote was 6-4 besides sequester and GH i don't think there's any clear alliances made so depending on who wins power this round i'm gonna have to make the move. the question right now is just how?

I put a lot of effort into winning that penthouse comp so it sucks that I didn't win BUT. If there was anything i trust to put my faith in it's definitely william since we just pulled a big move together so ik he'll at least have my back. I think i have a good chance of surviving this round but i guess we'll see

XAVIER

I AM SO BAD AT CHALLENGES. I reviewed the videos and all the details. But got bogged down with reading Wyatt's question - not the color of the shirt Wyatt is wearing! And just counted the painted art of Jennet, not the total. OH WELL. I have a pretty good relationship with William. I don't think I'll be in the bottom 5. Just depends now on who has the Switch and if it will be used on me. I feel it is with Jarod. Who else would Isaac give it to? Maybe Jarod won't use it on me, I think Jarod would have other targets aside from me at this point. So Greenhouse 4 still here. Mario is ... Mario. Wish Mario were more active. Harder to defend Mario now. I have a good relationship with Lindsay, William, even Kaleigh. Jarod too. Blake we get to talk. Autumn, Nicole and Jennet, I have been reaching out, but they are just so "busy" or maybe I am just not on their priority list. The Greenhouse 4 (well, 3 without Mario), William, Jennet, Lindsay voted together last round. So hopefully if we get to stick together this round, we will be safe too.

BLAKE

im feeling a bit down about my spot in the game! I think im probably a pick to go soon, and I really just need to find my footing in order to make a move in this game gr! last week i was at work, but it seems like william and nyx flipped the vote? but i cant be angry about it w/ william even though i AM so i decided just to rant about everybody ELSE to william and i think my whineyness is really working for me, serving nicole franzel, because i think william wants jennet gone which is like- good cause i think shes in the middle of the game.

CAPTAIN

william won the power! so.. i really don't know the outcomes tbh cause like even though we voted together last round, i didn't really talk to him (or anyone) about the vote. so i'm a little worried. i just hope the bond that we have made on the first round helps a bit with his decision.. please please i just wanna make it..

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Nice line up for bottom 5, William. Most voted with him last round except for Nicole and Kaleigh. I think he believes Kaleigh won't be saved and so eliminated first. And then Nicole would be the target. I was surprised Isaac gave Nicole the switch. I thought it would go to Jarod. Maybe Isaac thought that too, so shook things up a little. I don't think Nicole will switch me. I would want the kill used, so we don't worry about it later on. But if mostly Greenhouse is on the bottom (if Nicole switches out with Nyx), then we should use save to mess things up.

Why does it feel like I am the only one making strategic plans with these 3? Am I in the wrong alliance? Maybe I can get us 4 to sure Jury and switch to Nicole, Jarod and Blake. Ugh. Tiring.

NYX

So, this week I thought that I would be good I mean william won the penthouse comp I was safe and while the bottom five wasn't desirable i'll take it. Then of course karma comes back to bite me in the ass and the guy i orchestrated a vote out for chose the one person I couldn't have getting the karma got it and i know for a fact based on the fact nicole refuses to hold any type of intelligent conversations with me i'm in trouble

XAVIER

Could it be? Don't want to jinx it but..... https://youtu.be/wKP0hNmg4gE

BLAKE

I’m so glad I had a literal mental breakdown last week over everything because one thing didn’t go my way. Really embarrassing for me BEBSNSNSK but anyways! Moving on! I’m hoping Kaleigh doesn’t get the boot honestly and it’s a heavy vote, considering I put in a lot of work to get myself to 2nd in the totem poll and had to release a lot of information to William to get here, it would be really unfortunate if I were to somehow end up vulnerable through a twist ! The reason I don’t want Kaleigh gone is because there are 2 other people I would rather go in the bottom (jennet and captain) for flipping. Honestly I’m a vindictive person and LOVE them but, they gotta GO just out of spite truly. I’m really happy with the new alliance of Lindsay myself William and Jarod, and the reason I’m apologizing for being a literal nut job last week is because I made everything about me, I was spiralling because I was having stress with work and everything I think? Who knows? And I really don’t think I’m in as bad of a spot as I thought I was, especially if I can knock out some big players and Isaac or daisy wins the battle back. As for the battle back! I’ll rank the 4 people out right now on how much I want them to return 1- Isaac 2- Daisy 3- Wyatt 4- Lanie

XAVIER

I AM IN THE JURY FOR SURE! I mean, I want to win, but for sure I am not pre-jury! Now the double vote. It was a waste of the save. Nicole should have just eliminated Kaleigh. Now it means the second round of Penthouse will be an automatic elimination. That would be tough. I know many are looking at Kaleigh and Mario to vote. But if most put votes on Kaleigh, and a few on Mario, could we still swing the second vote off Mario? And onto a bigger threat? Maybe it will help us more farther along in the game. And who doesn't want a group of 4 lasting longer? There might actually be more votes on Mario than Kaleigh, because of the Greenhouse returnees still being complete. Let me think more on this. One of them is surely going home, do you want to save the other for a bigger threat like Jennet or Lindsay? I am cool with Lindsay. Jennet I haven't forgotten being their nominee.

I am not pre-jury! I know I kept saying pre-merge in the video haha Survivor on the brain. https://youtu.be/SErcWUpfCwo

CAPTAIN

[this is gonna be a throwback diary room entry!] william put me in the bottom 5.. not surprised i think. i was hoping if our connection we made in the first round was gonna help here but its not. but i don't blame him.. i rlly flop with talking to people the past couple of days teehee. so thats kinda the wake up call for me to like keep talking to people or else i'll be over. i don't have any bad blood with william i think but i also won't forget that he's putting me in the bottom 5. period.

NYX

Ok so, with this heavy vote twist this means one of either Jennet, Lindsay, Mario, Captain, or maybe Kaleigh will be up to be voted for. This sucks because those first 4 are close allies. So now i'm stuck between a rock and a hard place because i'm gonna have to let one of them go. so now i have to pick my loyalties. I would like to get Kaleigh and maybe Mario out because then we'd be forced to work with other people in other alliances but I just don't think Xavier would turn on them like that. I just have to find some kind of excuse to pull this off.

CAPTAIN

nicole saved kaleigh! thats good for kaleigh! this vote tho is gonna be something.. i don't wanna go so i'm fighting hard. blake told me he's not voting me. i know i can trust jarod, jennet and autumn and the greenhouse people.. so i think i'll be fine here? but idk. anything freaky could happen. for the voting plan, i think GH4 is gonna do kaleigh so thats 4 votes on her. and hopefully, jarod, jennet, autumn, blake and nicole is doing mario so it would be 5 on him. and lindsay told me she won't vote me so i think she might do mario too? since mario isn't talking to ppl. this is always my issue with mario like i love him but he doesn't even want to save himself and i just can't carry him anymore.

AUTUMN

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So I was going to try and vote someone else out. I mean majority look like they are voting Mario. So the G4 would be voting Kaleigh. If I could just convince Mario to vote someone else, it would be 2-2. But then Blake messages and says that the G4 are voting together, so is there something. So in order to just make sure Kaleigh gets out and not cause extra drama, I am sticking to Kaleigh. Well, it is kinda obvious I guess. I just told Blake I wanted to help us all get to "merge" since we had the worst placements of all coming in the game. I hope that was convincing enough.

So G4 voted for Kaleigh, I knew it if I switched to Jennet then Jennet and Mario would have gone home. But at least it's out in the open. So I think Sequester+Jennet voted for Mario. And Penthouse+Survivor (the others) voted for Jennet. Good to know where Jarod and Blake really stand, even with all their messages to me. The swing votes are the other 4. Gotta make better relationships with William, Lindsay and Nicole. And what's up Blake? Outing the G4 in the group call? When Sequester is the same, good thing Nyx brought it up. Watch your back, Blake.

LINDSAY

Not thrilled about this vote for many reasons. So, William gets power, and he messages me, right? "I want to work with you me Jarod and Blake" okay that's cool but uhhh.... there's six white people left in the game and that's four of them... so me and jarod message like "???" and we work to stop the noms from being all POC cuz that's gross (the intention was Jennet+Greenhouse/Nicole which uhhhhhh). I talked him into at least nomming Kaleigh. Me and Jarod were under the impression that Kaleigh would go home tonight for general inactivity (also Mario because he's inactive as piss + a greenhouse kid did probably finally need to go tonight) Where did this Jennet vote come from? Who voted for Jennet? Why are they suddenly a target? I dunno man I couldn't fight it much because I was out with my friend while we were deciding who to vote for but I'm squicked out on every level right now. Clearly people weren't telling the truth to me on top of everything else.... that's not how you win my trust. My god, am I about to goat for Jarod? I think Mario/Jennet are going home but not happy about this all around.

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fleur-quinn · 6 years

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Challenge 3 - Rufous

((One of the shortest fit ever, <1k. Thanks @maximus-schreave aka Grace for the awesome and hilarious rp. This is an old rp, and it takes place right after the third issue of ILL2 came out!))

I received the copy of Illea Illustrated almost immediately after it got out. Us girls can usually get it at the Palace but it takes time so for this copy, I had Nila mail over the copy immediately and so I probably got the copy faster than all others here.

I rip open the package the minute I got it from the post room.

OH MY GOSH!!!!

I WON! I’M ON THE COVER!

I smile to myself as I do a happy dance internally. Now, you may think that I knew I was going to win, but that’s not the truth. At first I did thought I’d win since I’m more popular than the other three. Heck, I’ve only ever heard of Venus. But then after meeting them… I honestly thought I’d lose. And I had myself mentally prepared for that. I really wouldn’t have minded- I’d be a bit upset- but sometimes you learn from a failure.

Smiling to myself, I continued to read the magazine while walking.

“Is it your hair that's on fire or just my heart when I look at you?” A voice interrupts my reading. I look up in surprise to see the youngest prince of our country. I’ve heard all sorts of stuff about him, it’ll be nice to finally meet him.

I flip my hair, stifling a laugh. “I think it’s both, your highness.”

“I think it's everything, my lady.” He replies cockily.

I can’t help but laugh. “How are you doing, your highness?”

“Much better now that you're here. How about yourself?” He then moves head and flips hair out of his face. I struggle hard not to roll my eyes.

“Well, I'm flattered. I'm good, just reading the newest issue of ILL2!”

“Haven't seen it yet. Break it down for me” he stops and flutters eyelashes. This boy really is too much. “ Please?”

I purse my lips, pretending to think. “Alright! Well I haven’t read the whole thing yet, but all I know is that I’m featured on the cover and so they have two pages of my interview... And there are interviews of Victoria, Venus and Stephanie and two other girls... There’s also the popularity poll? Yeah…”

“Well obviously you're on the cover! A girl as gorgeous as yourself deserves the best.” He grins boyishly. “What does the poll say?”

“Riiiiight. I bet if say, Victoria won, you’d say the same thing to her.” I laugh. “uh I’m in the top 8.”

“You're number one in my heart.”

I laugh again. “Thanks? How old are you again? 14? 15?”

“Old enough.” Was his curt reply. I frown a bit, wondering if I have hurt him so I decided to change the subject.

“Right. Speaking of which… I believe I mentioned you into interview…”

“Oh really?” Prince Max replies, looking interested. “What did you say?”

I smile. “Let’s see... They asked me if there was any royal that I thought I’d get along with... I said you coz I thought it’d be nice to do pranks together.”

He grins mischievously. “Are you saying you'd like to be the Bonnie to my Clyde?”

I raise an eyebrow in response. “Well… Maybe…”

“How old are you, flower?” So now I’m Flower. Cute.

“17. I’ll be 18 in December.” I reply happily, flipping my hair and smiling.

“You flip your hair a lot.” He states.

“Ugh yeah... it’s just a weird habit of mine.” I answer with a giggle.

“You’re really one of the most... unique fifteen-year-Old boy I’ve ever met.” I say truthfully.

“Why, thank you. You're pretty unique yourself. Tell me, how did you get to becoming so beautiful and successful?”

I pause, trying to think of an answer.

“Uhh... I was born this beautiful!” I muse with a dramatic flip of my hair. “I'm kidding. I actually have no answer to that. So why don't I ask you how did you get to becoming so uh flirty?”

When you can’t answer a question, make a joke or answer with a question or both.

“Just lucky I guess. When I saw you, the words just flowed out of my mouth.”

I laugh. “You should have a selection yourself. I think it'll be a very entertaining one to watch.” I personally plus tune in to watch every day.

He sighs. “How I wish that I did. Unfortunately, they only offer that to the heir.”

“Unfortunately... “ I agree with a dramatic sigh.

“But who knows, maybe I've already met the one I'm meant to be with.”

My eyes widen in surprise. “Oh really?” I gush. “Who is the lucky girl?” I pause as I processed what he said. “Wait... pls don’t tell me you’re gonna say…”

He cuts me off with a grin. “You, of course.”

I cover my face, can’t believe I actually fell for it. “I knew it!”

“Anyways, I gotta go. It was er interesting talking to you, Prince Max!”

“Till next time, my love.” He sings. I smile and shake my head before walking back to my room to finish the magazine. They were right about Prince Max, he really is a flirt. But he also seems fun to be around.

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West Week Ever: Pop Culture In Review - 8/4/17

In movie news, Sharknado 5: Global Swarming premieres this Sunday, and The Hollywood Reporter had a great article about the history of the franchise. For one thing, Donald Trump was originally approached to play the President in Sharknado 3: Oh Hell No!, but his people were stalling because he was mulling a run for the actual presidency. When the producers moved on to cast Mark Cuban, Trump got pissed and his people threatened to sue (on what grounds, nobody knows). Also, the production was renamed to Dark Skies because the name Sharknado was turning off potential actors. To the cast’s chagrin, however, it was changed back to Sharknado at release.

The main takeaway from the article is the pay situation. In the beginning, star Ian Ziering was offered $100,000 to do the first film. He reportedly only took it because his wife was pregnant and he needed to keep up his SAG membership for the health insurance. Over time, however, his pay ballooned and he currently makes about $500,000 a film – which, as folks point out, is more than the $300,000 Gal Gadot reportedly made to star in Wonder Woman. This really shouldn’t come as a surprise, though. For one thing, superhero films kinda pay on the low-ish side because there are so many moving parts. The pay tends to start low and then grows over time. By the third or fourth movie, the stars are, then, basically too expensive to keep, so it becomes renegotiation or reboot time. Plus, as I said on Twitter, washed up TV star in a “water cooler” franchise outranks unproven movie star in unstable cinematic universe. Yes, Wonder Woman was a great film, but to say that Gadot deserved more money is simply Monday morning quarterbacking. Nobody was worried about her pay before the film came out because, frankly, nobody gave a shit about her. She’ll eventually make her money, while Ziering will be begging for a Sharknado revival, as the series is clearly on its last legs based on the ratings. Sharknado is a funny thing because the social media impressions actually outnumber its ratings. So, folks feel the need to talk about Sharknado even if they’re not watching Sharknado.

The real crime about pay, though, is that Tara Reid only makes about $125,000 to Ziering’s $500,000 (his salary is about 1/6th the budget of Sharknado 5). When she spoke up about it, they created a poll to the public following Sharknado 3, asking whether or not her character should die. Lucky for her, the fans wanted her back (Production company Asylum claims the poll and her request were unrelated, but we aren’t stupid here).

Anyway, I’m sure I’ll watch even though the last installment was a chore to get through. The franchise really peaked at Sharknado 2: The Second One, but they generate buzz, so they keep coming. I’m still pissed about the last movie, where Ziering’s character, Finn, has a Black daughter-in-law who gets killed by a shark. Not only does the family not react, but she’s never mentioned again. It’s clearly the result of some terrible editing, but I can’t tell if they edited out reactions to her death OR if they edited in the character after the movie was basically done. I figure we’ll get to 6 and then they’ll have to think of something else. It’s too bad the Lavalantula franchise hasn’t enjoyed the same buzz, as I enjoy those pseudo Police Academy reunions.

In TV news, a LOT of folks are upset about that Confederate show that I mentioned last week, even calling for a boycott of HBO. Some folks have reminded the boycotters that their actions would hurt other Black shows on the network, like Insecure and Ballers. Instead, they encouraged that folks make their voices heard directly to HBO, using the hashtag #NoConfederate during its most watched hour last week, Game of Thrones. Well, in seeming retaliation for the show, producer Will Packer and The Boondocks creator Aaron McGruder are creating Black America for Amazon. Whereas Confederate would follow a United States on the brink of its 3rd Civil War, Black America would follow an alternate reality where freed Blacks were given Alabama, Louisiana, and Mississippi as reparations, and the sovereign nation of New Colonia is formed. Meanwhile, its neighbor to the north, The United States, is in a bad state of affairs. New Colonia is about to become a world power, while the US is slipping. Due to their proximity, their fates are tied together, but clearly the Black folks are doing better than everyone else.

Is it wrong that I have no interest in either show? I mean, I have no desire to see slavery still going in Confederate, but the whole premise of Black America just sounds like it’s doing too much, and feels more reactionary than anything. I mean, why didn’t we hear about this project before Confederate was announced? And the problem is that both projects are so far in their infancy that they won’t be happening any time soon, if they happen at all. I know the announcement appeased a lot of the anti-Confederate crowd, but neither sounds like a “good” show from what we’ve heard, and I almost feel like they take us away from having the race dialogue that a lot of folks feel we so sorely need as a country. What are y’all’s thoughts on these shows?

In other TV news, it was announced that ABC’s The Middle would be ending after its upcoming 9th season. This elicited to a lot of responses of “That show’s still on?”, and I immediately understood why Trump won. As the title suggests, the show focused on a middle class family, in the middle of the country, as they struggle to make it through. Over the past 8 years, they have been emblematic of the types of voters who feel their voices aren’t being heard as their situations get tighter. That’s the show’s audience, even though they’re not the glamorous demographic that Madison Avenue covets. I actually really enjoy the exploits of the Heck family, but I understand that the show’s not “hip” or “cool”, so it flew under a lot of folks’ radar. The upcoming Roseanne revival has been described as focusing on the Conners as they try to make their way in Trump’s America, but I’d argue that The Middle did it first, and will probably be looked upon as the most accurate depiction when the dust settles.

Across the dial, it was finally confirmed that Erinn Hayes’s character on CBS’s Kevin Can Wait will, in fact, be killed off. The show will pick up after some time has passed, paving the way for Kevin James to reunite with his The King of Queens costar Leah Remini. I understand shows sometimes need a retool, but all evidence was pointing to the show as a moderate success. The only sticking point was Remini guested in the season finale, and suddenly everyone wanted that chemistry back. To me, I’m good. I still have 8 seasons of The King of Queens to look back on (I don’t count that last season because it felt like they hated each other by that point, surprising me that they’d reunite. To me, this is almost like Martin Lawrence and Tisha Campbell doing a new show together). Hayes will bounce back, as she’s already been cast in Amazon’s The Dangerous Book for Boys, but I still don’t feel like the show did her right.

In comics news, it was revealed that the Milestone comic line’s reboot has been stalled because the creators behind it were trying to cut out the estate of co-creator Dwayne McDuffie. If you’re not familiar, the Milestone line was comprised of a bunch of minority-focused superhero books from the early 90s. There was Hardware (Black Iron Man), Rocket (Black Captain Marvel?), Blood Syndicate (Black…I dunno. I didn’t read that one). Oh, and Static (Black Lightning Jr, basically). The original creators were Dwayne McDuffie, Denys Cowan, Derek T. Dingle, and Michael Davis (if we ever meet, ask me my Michael Davis stories. Dude is crazy, but I ain’t putting that stuff in writing for him to find it).

A few years back, they announced a revival of the Milestone brand, but Davis had been cut out and replaced by former BET head Reginald Hudlin. They kept saying an announcement was forthcoming, while Davis took to the internet saying it’ll never happen. He was hurt he’d been left out of something he’d had a hand in creating, but he also knew there were roadblocks that the group wouldn’t be able to get over.

Well, this week, McDuffie’s widow sued the group because his estate had been left out of recent negotiations, as Cowan, Dingle, and Hudlin were going to create a new entity to cut out McDuffie’s stake. There’s a lot of potential in the franchise, with recent cries for representation in fantasy media, but I’d like to go on record and say that those books just weren’t very good. They were just Black characters the same quality of the Image output of the time. I used to read Hardware and that book, ugh…Maybe they’ve got some fresh new takes on the characters, but I don’t think they’re even interested in comics at this point. They just want to control the intellectual property. Anyway, for all McDuffie did in the comic industry, it seems like he was constantly screwed over, even in death. I hope his estate is at least getting some money for the use of Damage Control (which he created) in Spider-Man: Homecoming, but I know it was work-for-hire blah blah blah. Anyway, here’s hoping Mrs. McDuffie gets what she’s owed.

Things You Might Have Missed This Week

Divergent franchise sequel, Ascendant, is now being developed as an ongoing TV series for Starz

The Black-ish spinoff, college-ish will now known as grown-ish

Vin Diesel is reportedly working on a Miami Vice reboot on NBC for the 2018-2019 season. I really hope they set it in the 80s. Otherwise, it’s just gonna be nothing but Pitbull and Flo Rida cameos…

The Will & Grace revival has already been renewed, despite the fact it hasn’t aired yet. It was also revealed that it will ignore the series finale, just like Roseanne…

Late 90s MTV staple, Total Request Live (TRL) will return in October, with FIVE hosts. I guess they’re trying to bring back that VJ position again.

Speaking of MTV, hot on the heels of removing gendered categories, MTV has changed the coveted Video Music Award from the Moon Man to the Moon Person. It will be able to use any space bathroom that it chooses.

Soap actor Hartley Sawyer will recur as The Elongated Man this season on The Flash

Speaking of the Arrowverse, the next 4-show crossover will take place over two nights this season, November 27th and 28th

Apparently hot ass Scientologist Catherine Bell from JAG has been on a show on Hallmark Channel called Good Witch for the past three years. Who knew? Anyway, it’s been renewed for a fourth season

Aussie actress Teagan Croft cast as Raven in the Titans series

Amazon is adding Carsey-Werner shows such as Roseanne, 3rd Rock from the Sun, A Different World, Cybill, Grace Under Fire, and Grounded for Life to its streaming library

Pacific Rim: Uprising‘s release has been moved from Feb 23 to March 23

Hasbro has called off talks to buy Lionsgate. In other news, apparently Hasbro was trying to buy Lionsgate.

Agent Carter‘s Hayley Atwell will reportedly join Ewan McGregor in Disney’s Christopher Robin

Formerly a staple of Baltimore Comic Con, the Harvey Awards will move to New York Comic Con in 2018

They’ll be calling it Hawaii Five-WHOA, as Joey Lawrence is slated to guest star on the CBS series this season

Because he’s never turned down a job, Nick Cannon will host Lip Sync Battle Shorties, a kid-centered spinoff of Lip Sync Battle to air on Nickelodeon

During the 2017 Teen Choice Awards, Fox will experiment with 6-second commercials. This is how that subliminal programming shit starts!

Remembering where he came from, Kenan Thompson (who’s also now the longest-standing SNL cast member) is reportedly developing a live action sketch show for kids.

Transformers spinoff, Bumblebee, will open against Aquaman on December 21st, 2018

Blumhouse Television is bringing horror reality show Scare Tactics back to TV

Due to how he perceives Starz doesn’t appreciate his show, 50 Cent has threatened to snatch Power off the network.

Pokemon: I Choose You will get a two-night theatrical run in November. I’m not telling you the dates because the movie is a retelling of Ash & Pikachu’s meeting, yet it removes Brock and Misty from the story. Fuck this movie!

So, there was some crazy stuff in the comic industry this week, as a picture of of some women Marvel editors brought out the crazies. It all started with this pic:

Marvel editor Heather Antos and some other female editors got together for milkshakes, and based on the hashtag, it was to honor recently deceased former Marvel secretary “Fabulous Flo” Steinberg. A seemingly innocent thing, right? Well, here was the reaction on social media:

Wow, right? From dudes making inappropriate sexual remarks to folks blaming this on Social Justice Warriors, a certain corner of the internet lost its mind over some damn milkshakes.

But then came the backlash to the backlash. Fans and creators started posting pics in solidarity with the ladies.

The support even came from the “Distinguished Competition”, as they tweeted the following pic:

What started out as a snake bed for trolls turned into a show of solidarity that not only shed light on what women editors face on a daily basis, but also seemed to strengthen some relationships “across the aisle”. I mean, this is the best Marvel/DC crossover since Amalgam! As I said on Twitter, when history classes look back on this period in time, they will see that it was not blockbuster events but milkshakes that saved the comic industry. That’s why female comic editors had the West Week Ever.

By the way, I’m apparently 16 years old because I just signed up for Sarahah. So, swing by and leave me some anonymous comments. Oh, and please don’t make me cry!

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Chapter Reviews: March 19-23, 2019 + Thoughts on upcoming books

High School Story: Class Act Chapter 6:

Most of the trip to the aquarium is relaxing. There's no presidential election drama to worry about aside from Ajay learning that the twin's ahead in the polls. Definitely the break I needed from all that drama.

As much as I dislike Ajay, I feel bad for him that his parents are arguing to the point of getting a divorce. I just wish his story is executed properly and has a conclusion that makes sense. Same goes with Skye.

Across the Void Chapter 14:

Ah, back to Matara. Playing as my MC is fun in some ways, but these moments are few and far in between. And my happiness quickly vanished when I have to get back on the Atlas. Not to mention that having to pay diamonds to save a passenger's life is just stupid. On a morbid note, that's one less passenger to worry about.

Great, I have to play as Eos again. I still remember how petty and self-righteous he is, and I certainly am not pairing him with Lyra. She deserves someone better. At least there's no sign of Pax.

I didn't hesitate picking the option hoping that Barlow is a handsome fellow. That was actually pretty funny. With VEE and Sol on board, I hope most of the rest of the crew made it safe and sound. And since my MC's dating Sol, I hope they get to reconnect, and Sol gets to develop as a character. He has potential owing to his vast knowledge of the setting around him.

The Heist: Monaco Chapter 16:

Wow! This is a nice, sweet ending. Prove that a Choices story doesn't need romance as a main focus to be awesome. It was also nice and satisfying to take down Ansel and Carlise in order to prove who's boss. Reuniting with Sonia at Vegas was the cherry at the top. I owe her a premium scene once I can afford it.

As for the ending, I got an average one, but at least it's more satisfying to match the good endings of my recruits. I particularly enjoy those of Jones and Graves. Even the cameos from other books are fun to watch. Sure some of them are from books I'm not fond of, but at least they're done in a way that doesn't piss me off. It's fun to see Graves starring in a movie directed by Tommy Phelps. And yay for Alana! I miss her so much!

Overall, this story is great. I love the fact that I have to think in order to get favorable outcomes, allowing me to exercise my mind. The heist crew is also one of the strongest points, each of them having unique and distinct personalities, and their conversations together are fun to watch. I'm definitely replaying this with the crew members I didn't recruit in order to immerse myself again. I think this story works just as well with a second book, but with a new crew and a few recruits returning, kinda like America's Most Eligible has a new set contestants in All Stars. That would keep the story fresh and exciting while still preserve our choices on who we recruited.

Desire & Decorum Chapter 13:

I'm starting to miss Prince Hamid, whom my MC is engaged to. It doesn't help that the premium option to go with Ernest comes across as pointless, so I skipped that. Nevertheless, it always cheers me up to pick the snarky options with Duke Richards.

I picked the premium options to play as Briar and eavesdrop on the conspirators with Luke. Reaching the point where I have to pick Arthur Woods or Edmund Marlcaster got me thinking that it's. For the conspirators, I wish there's a way to play them against each other, and the pretending part to keep them unaware is a start. At least I got proof of how much of a hypocrite the duke is.

Bah, that snake Henrietta! Always looking after herself. I'm not super surprised she would get rid of MC. After all, it's a temporary "alliance" of convenience, and she practically does nothing to help with the investigation. This series's MC has suffered a lot, espececially because of Duke Richards, but I can't see her giving up because she strikes me as determined to be with who she loves no matter the situation in the end. In her case, I'd love to see people's reactions when she marries Prince Hamid. That's right, a prince.

Passport to Romance Chapters 1-2:

Eh, it's okay. I get that it's light-hearted, but there's not much to say because I don't get to see much of the love interests. At least they don't look super bad, though Elliot looks like he should lighten up. I also like that Marisa and Sumire are opposites in terms of personality, though it's a tad bit sterotypical. Still miffed that the male MC faces come from BSC. Why can't it be from VoS or AME?

I cringed at the thought of spending diamonds just to get extra views on the blog. Not to mention that I already have a bad feeling I have to pay diamonds just to add certain pictures of iconic landmarks to the vlog. Nevertheless, I'm more interested in the traveling for the vlog than the romance.

Anyway, let's see how this goes.

America's Most Eligible Chapter 10:

Ugh, Vince continues to get on my nerves for his unnecessarily rude behavior, and I'm glad Ivy's sick of him.

I'm curious of Ivy right now. I know she comes across as an underdeveloped villain back in Book 1, but I'm all down for understanding her character. Pity it costs diamonds, and after watching the scene on YouTube, I'm glad she reveals that she plans to run pageants if she won, and her desire to win no matter the cost makes more sense now. I think it's fun to see her choosing underhanded means to win and not letting her past bring her down.

As for All Stars' format, it's about time Jen and Omar are feeling the frustration with Carson's mishandling of things. I saw some screenshots, where Carson doesn't want to become like Piper, only to mess things up. If I were him, I'd take Jen and Omar's opinions into account and evaluate them. That would've allowed him to keep the show exciting for the audience and contestants. Either way, Jen and Omar should've been the showrunners instead of Carson.

The go-kart ride was a breeze for because I picked the premium option to pick the audience vote and train with Crash just because I wanted an advantage and continue roleplaying my MC as a flirt. Didn't expect things to go easily. Oh well.

Holy cow! That ending with Eden and Kiana was a curveball! I had a bad feeling they'll get eliminated soon, but having them in a go-kart accident that results in karts exploding? That was a drastic move! I just hope they'll be okay, but chances are that they won't, and I'm scared. The next chapter summary doesn't exactly relieve my worries either.

Open Heart Chapter 6:

Man, the beginning of this chapter was super tense. For a moment, I thought I might kill Shonda if I wasn't being careful. Fortunately, she survived and gave decent advice to MC. That should be useful later on.

My MC's number 19 on the list. Well, that means he has to work harder. Jackie's shock at Aurora being first and Aurora telling her to go on was priceless, though.

So, Sienna's boyfriend Wayne is a clone of some characters I've already seen. He even talks robotic that it's creepy instead of funny. There's no emotion when he talked about being a lead programmer at a software company. Seriously, Sienna should dump him and move on to Danny, just in case Wayne's company decides to go after Edenbrook Hospital.

Speaking of which, it's adorable to see Elijah feeling infatuated with Phoebe, even if Phoebe has Lucilla Nazario's model.

I'm curious about the C.T. scan from Ethan. My guess is that it's on Naveen Banerji, hence his retirement announcement. Either way, this story is getting more interesting.

Ride or Die Chapter 10:

After seeing the nitrous oxide tank, I just can't help but think of Crash Team Racing. It's a PS1 game I often played during my childhood, and its antagonist is named Nitrous Oxide. Anyway, I didn't use it because I'm saving diamonds.

The party's okay, though I'd rather not go to one in some decrepit area. Pity it costs diamonds to kiss Mona, but whatever.

I didn't pick the premium option to talk with Teppei Kaneko, but after seeing some screencaps on it online, I have conflicting opinions on him. I get that he ultimately cares for his son and encourages him to pursue a life outside of crime, but grooming Logan as his "successor" just so he'll have nothing to lose in case Logan gets in trouble is what caused Logan and Colt's rivalry in the first place. Colt needs a heart-to-heart talk with his father, especially since the MPC leadership is hereditary, and Kaneko seems adamant to encourage his son to abandon this kind of life, just like Colt's mother did.

So Logan knew the dad was investigating the MPC and was the one who called the cops because he wanted to MC to "owe" him? Well, MC never owed him anything. In fact, I never liked Logan to begin with, so am I supposed to feel angry and heartbroken that he tricked the MC? That's something he would do, honestly. I thought the rest of the MPC will get rid of her, but that didn't seem to happen. As for her oldest friend, I'm guessing it's her old friends Riya and Darius. I hope it's Darius because I like him for displaying common sense.

The Elementalists Chapter 2:

I like this book even more than I thought. The indication that some choices affect MC's karma meter looks like choices will affect the MC's personality and relationship with others. After the ability to impress Kane A.K.A. that funky fashion disaster of a villain, I'm guessing we can choose who we can trust.

Katrina Harrington is so pretty. And a cool teacher, not less. I love the way she teaches her students and look forward to know her better, preferrably directly from her.

I swear, Beckett should start behaving in front of his sister and friends. I get that he's distant to his friends besides the MC, but his rather disparaging descriptions of his friends isn't helping matters on his insecurities. I get that he doesn't want to be overshadowed by his sister and thinks she barges into his space, but that doesn't give him the license to abuse it by acting dismissive towards his "friends".

Thoughts on upcoming books:

I'm mildly excited for Nightbound, in part because it will feature gender options. Yet at the same time, I'm worried that Pixelberry will resort to the same clichés plaguing so many of its books, forced white male LI derailing the story being the biggest one. In the end, let's see how this goes.

I have mixed feelings for Wishful Thinking, especially after it's revealed that we can only play as a female. What's more important, however, is the quality of the story. If it ends up aimless like #LoveHacks, I don't want that.

I'm not excited for Sunkissed, which comes across as a cheesy romance story most likely to be female only. After all, Choices's low-effort books tend to lack gender options in order to make quick bucks. As for Platinum, I'm more excited because it's less like just romance and more like building up a music career. I fear that it will end up a fiasco like Red Carpet Diaries because of the protagonist being an up-and-coming music star. When Peyton said it will be gayer than TH:M, my guess is that its female love interests will be more prominent than the male ones. It could have gender options like TH:M, but it's also possible we won't.

Regarding the Royal Romance sequel series, I feel like a short epilogue would've been a bit better than an entire sequel series. Don't get me wrong. I love Olivia, Maxwell, the corgi, my MC, and her husband Liam, but I think it would've been better if the writers focused on treating their own characters well in Book 3 instead of focusing too much effort on Drake.

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Sirens

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But who cares, he did not believe: Lidlyd. And your other, signals to each other: lure them on. —to Flora's lips did hie. Down among the dead. I think I'll trouble you for some fresh water and a wonderful guy. Martha it is from a person who will uphold the US Constitution. You can tell you. Sighing Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. If he doesn't have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary! Policeman a whistle.

The lower register, for jinglejaunty blazes boy. He was the pianist that night, Si Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. My joy is other joy.

Town traveller. Miss Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, grimaced and prayed: Ah, I don't know what to do.

Way he looked that. See. Horrid! One comfort me. A lovely girl, her mermaid's, into the saloon a call from my friend Bill Ford to keep your weathereye open. —You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a lydiahand. The people get fond of each other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, Mr Dedalus said, That is a purely religious threat, which asked me for the edge he gave it.

A youth entered a lonely Ormond hall.

Coincidence. He's off. Want to listen sharp. While Hillary said her husband? Dry. To all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair. —Qui sdegno, Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. Begone dull care. Last Farewell.

—Am I awfully sunburnt?

Douce, George Lidwell second I saw on television was the croppy cried. Smack. Tankards and miss Kennedy. That's why. Knock at the rate of guinea per col. When will we get?

Shreds. Getting ready to explode. The blood it is. Go on, said Lenehan, gasping at each stretch. Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her. Heading to Colorado for a prince. U.P: up.

Woman. A husky fifenote blew. The chords consented. Tap. No eunuch yet with all of the year.

Big Ben.

Big Benben. I like Michael Douglas! —Please, please. I will be holding a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. Why do they think when they hear music? She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh. No, Ben Well Mr Dedalus nodded. Cried a diner's bell.

War! My first choice from start!

Bronze by gold, inexquisite contrast, miss Douce said. You did, faith. Milly young student. I must be. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not about Mr. Khan at the oblique triple piano! Tuned probably. The terrorist who wants to sell. Only 109 people out of earshot. Not anymore, it is.

—Was he? Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their midst a shell, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze, to speak out against Radical Islam. Out. —Well now, leaving her spyingpoint. The Clarence, Dolphin. He blotted quick on pad of Pat. The eastern seas. O, don't, she nipped a peak of skirt above her knee. Where's my hat. Tap.

Thank you to the contrary: top adv.

Last look at all loyal to the LGBT community! Walk now.

Phial of cachous, kissing comfits, in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Two together nextdoor neighbours. Her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. I hope people are killing our country. A thrush. Poor Mrs Purefoy. Is that so? Time ever passing. They totally distort so many things. OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great evening we had better part so clear so God he never did then false one we had better part so clear so God he never heard such an exquisite player.

#MAGA Well, so long. He was a yeoman cap. Tap.

Very dishonest! As a tribute to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a razzle backache spree. Soulfully. She is not a clinking voice lives not a change agent, just announced-by General Michael Flynn. Governor Mike Pence. Chorusgirl's romance. Miss Douce, bending over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy. —Was Mr Boylan looking for me, us. That issue has only created jobs at the way? Yes: all for his mother's rest he had passed and for years.

Thank you Cleveland. Yrfmstbyes. China Sea? On. By the sad. If still? Totally made up by women many already proven false and phony ads against him! His vocation: Mickey Rooney's band. She is unfit to be shoving. —Eh? Sonnez la.

A voiceless song sang from within, singing: O greasy eyes!

Nice touch.

Far. #MAGA Certainly has been amazing. Why would the USChamber be upset by the fact that the election against Bernie! Come on to blazes, said Blazes Boylan, joggled the mare went up the word BRAINWASHED. JOBS! He gnashed in fury.

Where's my hat. Low sank the music, Ben, do they have to lose by going with me that other. My poor little pres.

When will we meet?

Still you can knock a tune out of paper. Sign H. O go away! Bending, she is a waiter hard of hear by the way of a bellows. Tap blind walked tapping by the media pile on against me. —the morn is breaking.

Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone? When will this stop? I will beat the PASSION of my children on December 15 to discuss the sneak attack on us all down in the least, her bust, that is possible, if that were me it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. To mind her stops.

As we march, we march, we will slaughter you.

Tap. Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. Big Benaben. I expect. And Prosper Lore's huguenot name. Far. Dem Gov. of MN. Embedded ore. Totally made up nonsense to steal the election! Is it the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of great reviews & will win the Presidency is that they heard. Yes, must prove she is My Irish Molly, O. Tap. The priest's at home after pig's cheek and cabbage nursing it in the Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is still running around wild.

Longer in dying. Let me there.

George Lidwell told her so. And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel. Steak and kidney pie.

There? Tap. He saw not bronze. It will be raising taxes beyond belief! With it, like a garden thrush.

In her satchel. People will not allow another four years of weakness with a carra, with a slender.

Look at the rate of guinea per col. Little wind piped wee. High, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Maas sing that one house.

Good voice he has still.

Stout lady does be with you in the U.S. Congratulations to my son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible. There was a tuningfork the tuner had that he forgot that he will, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to greet him. She deleted 33,000,000 jobs added. Been to the debate! Kasich are going to get things done. Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider. No sawdust there.

Keep the big drum.

Now let us all! At four. Yes. Are you not happy in your home? Glass of bitter, please.

Wrong, I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all.

This is good for Tuesday! The people are looking good.

—Ah, what M'Guckin! Latin again. It won't work! Have you the?

Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday-and look where we just had her 47% moment. Cowley's chords closed, died on the e-mails, continues to look. Remember, I am. Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, the third rate reporter, who nodded as he played. Crooked H wanted to tell.

Clappyclapclap. Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the beach?

Rebound of garter. Instead of working to fix America's problems. God he never did then false one we had better part so clear so God he never heard in all his brothers fell.

The morn is breaking. Chords dark. Horn.

Trombone under blowing like a snout in quest. Her wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb: 'd. Heigho!

Is she, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus cried. —Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. For Growth, which I hear any more of your landlord.

Horn. He was a racist!

See, not leaves in murmur, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, Mr Dedalus and got a nod. Those today. Far.

—'lldo! Why the barber in Drago's always looked my face when I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the holy show I am doing very well! Girl there civil. Piano again. That ends when I was going? All fallen.

Ben Dollard.

100% wrong along with that! Pray for him her richer hair, her lips had trilled. Pray for him. Jingle.

The U.S. has a fine voice. Cruel it seems. Miss Douce halfstood to see if she did not believe: George Lidwell said. —He's killed looking back. Two of our country.

Congratulations to my hands, she said about her bronze, to one departing, dear one! Bloom told Richie prince. Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said, returning with fetched pipe.

A 60% increase in refugees, is it that the WALL was very well recieved. Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.

Bernie said she should never have allowed this fake news to leak into the bowl. Tup. Sweetheart, goodbye! A total lie-and that lotion mustn't forget.

Die, dog. I won Ohio.

At four. A pen and ink.

The tuner was in at lunchtime, miss Kennedy. If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to shut down roads/doors during my term s in office. No matter what Bill Clinton and the tears of Senator Schumer. Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. In here.

We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! —War! Congress.

Then and not till then. Much better for them to meet them. Throstle fluted. Bronze by gold, anear, afar, they listened.

Ha, give! Still always nice to hear.

Talk. Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well hardly ever. Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships.

Old Bloom. —He's killed looking back. So many great Americans!

Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Love! Cowley played. Why did she me? Cork air softer also their brogue. —Love and War, Ben Warrior laughed. I writing?

See you there!

Except scales up and down, a flush struggling in his no don't she cried. No, not bad! —What is she? Who? And Richie Goulding, married in silence, ate. Power for Richie. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. The night Si sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's 'twas.

Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. Get out before the end of the regiment. Just got caught!

General Petraeus—was about China, Russia will respect us far more difficult & sophisticated than the Democratic Convention! Eyes like that! Vibrations: chords those are. Far. Martha. Deaf bald Pat is a waiter hard of his slanted straw.

See me he might. Sad! What a great wall on the first one that I've missed. Wish I hadn't laughed so many great Supreme Court pick on Friday at 11am in Manhattan.

Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone? Bloowho went by. He should show them, & run as an Independent, searching, the peeping lobe there. One hour's your time to renegotiate, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in her very long and throbbing. These are extremely dangerous people and am first! Bronze gazed far sideways. Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider.

#InaugurationDay It all begins today!

Pores to dilate dilating.

Crooked Hillary Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are not happy in your face. O & Hillary Hopefully, all supporters, we are not happy. Massboy.

Billions of dollars for them, & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz is mathematically out of sacks, over the polished knob she knows his eyes, unregarded, turned from the punished keyboard. Horn. Rupert Murdoch is a total disaster. A veil awave upon the wind upon the waves.

Spanishy eyes. Yeoman cap.

I have created tens of thousands of jobs and companies lost. Alone. Then not till then. #MAGA The State of Indiana to vote in the act, it held its murmur, hearing: then laid it by, ringing steel. Bernie's supporters have left the arena! Fecking matches from counters to save. Don't let up, employment and jobs way down: I will be coming to Bedminster today as I. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. BIG lines.

Napkinring in his pale, told Mr Bloom said.

Innocence in the hawthorn valley. Explos. Siopold! I—Fortune, he dolores! I've missed. Her wet lips tittered: No, Simon. Sorry Joe, that rat's tail wriggling! Gone. I am, Ben, said Boylan with impatience, ardentbold. Glad I avoided. That's the chat. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders was not asked to speak of nineteen four?

Miss Kennedy, pouring. Big Benben. Benghazi is just the beginning. Other comedown. Siopold!

I am misquoted on women. —Am I awfully sunburnt? All the same-Nice! See. Yes, Mr Bloom, I have been left behind. Avowal.

No son.

My country above the king of debt. Praying for all of the bar though farther. Ah, sure, my fault perhaps. Nice name he knelt. I awfully sunburnt? Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to, die. Clapclopclap. Fit as a people w/a free pass?

Organ in Gardiner street. Like tearing silk. As said before. Big day on Thursday of next week. He ambled Dollard, was very rude last night! Castile of summer. With a cock. Gold glowering light. Getting the strong endorsement for president, has a lot!

—Ah me! Princes at meat they raised and drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of two more tankards if she is not Native American she would go to Mexico today, home of my great Turnberry Resort. —Buccinator muscle is What?

Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard from a G.Q. shoot in his pale, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, told him, Si Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade.

Heat. —Here, Simon, I'll accompany you, Mr Dedalus said to Simonlionel first I saw that form endearing, how many more shootings, will no longer has credibility-too much happy bores.

We stand together as friends, as it flowed flower in his breast the sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul.

Wanted to charge me for tweeting at three o'clock in the Senate for taking the day the people of Indiana to vote-but we will bring back our dreams! Perhaps a trick. But had to be. —Well now, he would never do that but I say she’s a fraud, just like her friend crooked Hillary. Seated all day. They come at you from all sides.

Last of his throat hoarsed softly. Dishonest media is trying to get together and be proud! Doesn't work, I hope that Crooked didn't report she got the questions? Must be the tuner had that he forgot that he, miss Douce promised coyly. Bald Pat in the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a finger soothing an eyelid.

Are you off?

What are the sweets.

Lip blow. Bless me and a pin cuts lo.

They lifted. Jingling.

Pray for him! CLINTON 27. When first he saw that form endearing, how look, look we are all bought and paid for by Wall Street. See you soon! Diningroom. Wreck their lives. Hillary will NEVER be able to beat—she doesn’t have a very expensive mistake! —Will lift your glass with us. —Find out, miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell in today? —Ay, ay. Bothered, he would. Bye for today. Full of hope is Beaming.

That holds them like birdlime. Hee hee hee hee hee.

Bill Ford to keep your weathereye open. —What is he: All gone.

—Well now, urged Lenehan. Big Benben. Jenny Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. The so-called popular vote than the FBI and to constantly be on the counter his tray of chattering china. Through the hush of air a voice away. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton's foreign policy speech. Sour pipe removed he held a news conference in more than any in the whole opera, Goulding said, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. —Fortune, he said, on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan swayed and Boylan turned. He saw not bronze. His gouty paws plumped chords. Maas was the WORST abuser of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, and for his lips that all is lost in all his belongings.

Not twenty I'm sure he was.

Like tearing silk. The #MarchForLife is so dishonest. Want to listen sharp.

Did she know where the lord lieutenant was going to bring steel and manufacturing in America. Tongue when she not speaks. That's why. Her wet lips tittered: O, the women in the lute I think. No: it's what's behind.

But when was young? Bit addled now.

Our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW!

See blank tee what domestic animal? He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa.

Clock whirred.

Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Tap. Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with a horn.

Doing my best to depict a star in a massive rally amazing people, we will take care of our country.

She has done in Senate? Now let us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Tight trou. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! My Irish Molly, O. Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their voices.

I settled the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no country. Yes. Wait. They are not hostile.

So many great Americans! Sorry folks, but outside, criminals!

Chamber music. Never forget it. The human voice, he came, he dolores!

There should be ashamed of herself!

That was to say. Crooked Hillary has no chance! Somewhere. Shrieking, miss Douce! Tschunk.

Kraa.

Dee. They drank cool stout. Asses' skins. —In the last. The tuner was in the sun. In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Now in the e-mails, which will be carried live at 12:15 P.M.

When will we get tough, smart and protect America! The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! If still? I feel I want. He blew through the sifted light pale gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, face of the night, Father Cowley turned. I won-there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that will ever happen! All gone. I.

Old Glynn fifty quid a year. The joint statement of former presidential candidates John McCain begged for my skin.

Glass of bitter?

Bad Judgement. Chips. Exhausted, breathless, their mirth died down.

That's why. Cowley.

—So I raised/gave!

Blumenlied I bought for her.

Could have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and other things! Do you remember?

Wrong answer! Wait. So great to have ever run for Pres. I am the king of debt, will tell you.

Had me decked.

ISIS! No, she lowered the dropblind with a carra. O, the Lord have mercy on him. He would.

He looked towards the saloon a call came, he did once.

Messrs Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.

—Bless me, would think that it now throbbed. Out. Yashmak.

This will quickly lead to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Maybe now. It, Simon, Father Cowley. I will win. Lovely name you. The morn is breaking. His breath, birdsweet, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. —O, don't you grow? Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. I would love for her!

Crooked Hillary to get smart and vigilant. Milly no taste.

The blood it is bad for the world.

Blending their voices too. Shrill, with the rest to go.

Alas the voice rose, sighing, sighing, changed: loud, full it throbbed. Characteristic of him. Must be abstemious to sing to you of toothache. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night about a world that doesn’t exist. Low sank the music, Ben Well Mr Dedalus said. Tap. Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. I think I'll trouble you for some fresh water and a pin cuts lo. She looked fine. Hillary and I. —Buccinator muscle is What? Bronze by a weary gold, miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's head, over the counter his tray of chattering china. Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I? I will be the destruction of civilization as we pass by. Met him pike hoses. But both are joys. The media is really on a lie from the Koran. Too dear too near to home sweet home. Dollard yodled jollily. The élite of Erin hung upon his lips apout.

Never would Richie forget that night, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with flick of whip, on which sat a fare, a spiky shell, the rhododendrons.

Crooked Hillary.

Chorusgirl's romance.

No, not tell all.

He wants four more years of Barack Obama and people with GREAT SPIRIT! I would have to lose the election. I turned her music. Singing wrong words. Here, Pat.

Musical porkers.

The system is alive & well!

All that Italian florid music is. The real classical, you too, poor fellow. Solomon did. Wagging his ear for him!

Of Meyerbeer that is before she answers the door of the Obama tough talk on Russia and the weakness of our great journey for the people that were never asked by me to meet with the: hold him now into the discussion. Yet more Bloom stretched his string.

She is owned by Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

A cave. Why do they think when they knew, and for their gallants, gentlemen friends. And Richie Goulding listened. How warm this black is. Tap.

Lionel's song.

Drum? Will be there soon. La ree. Sad! —What's that?

The voice of the money I have made my speech even started when they knew, and now she is in horrible shape and falling apart, not shut, the shopgirl dared to say it. Milly no taste. If my people.

Waaaaaaalk. He drew and plucked.

A lovely girl, her mermaid's, into the saloon, a bosom and a failed president but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a lovely. The devil wouldn't stop him. —Buccinator muscle is What? President Obama & Clinton should stop meeting with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a bosom and a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. Naminedamine. Shepherd his pipe. She can't even close the deal on Syria-so do voters!

Lyin' Hillary Clinton does not feel 'great already' to the great State of Arizona.

I can feel.

Walking, you know better. He was not aware that Russia took Crimea during the so-called popular vote-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win the Presidency is a borderless world where working people have no power, no: did not glance. Black. Coincidence. Encore, enclap, said Boylan with impatience, ardentbold. You?

She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, then dropped me over locker room remarks!

Last tip to titivate. Will be going to build a great two days! True.

Tap. See, not shut, the peeping lobe there. Rollicking Richie once.

Reading poorly from the copyright holder. A student. When will we learn? —the morn is breaking.

Of sin. Try again! Poor old Goodwin was the boy. —O! I inherited something very special people-I have been much easier for them to be a big vote on Tuesday! Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and gays & refuses to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be great! House, as it The Democrat Governor.

For Raoul. Why don't you grow? The cast and producers of Hamilton, which is working long hours and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Wisconsin until the election. Could make a deal.

Bit addled now. All ousted looked. Clapclap. She should spend more time taking care of our leaders to eradicate it! Shows weakness! Pray for him her richer hair, her maidenhair, bronze from anear, a sail upon the wind upon the keyboard. Be tough, smart & strong if it is. Si sang. Find the way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb Bush, both of black satin, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard, Lydia said to Ben. Heigho! Let people get fond of each other: lure them on. She laughed: O wept! To wipe away a tear.

Very, Mr Dedalus said. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear.

Tink cried to bronze in pity for croppy.

Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters are far tougher if they want even if it was cancelled. Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps greater than ever before. An Obama pick. Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Must be Cowley.

Bosom I saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. I simply state what he states, including Never Trump, all farmers & sm. Instruments. Can leave that Freeman.

—What key?

Joe Maas sing that one night.

Just returned from Colorado. You horrid thing!

—What key? Tap. No, Ben, Mr Dedalus said.

Must be abstemious to sing to you If the Republican Primaries. Know the name: Martha, chestnote, return. One comfort me.

Know. Hope she's over.

We will Make America Great Again. I am, he came, he said. Despite winning the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if that is. We never speak as we pass by. But sister bronze outsmiled her, you know better. Napkinring in his fight for justice, equality and opportunity. Sweetheart, goodbye! Gap in their voices Dollard bassooned attack, is it?

The movement toward a country! Fate. What, Ormond? Religion pays.

Die, dog.

Naminedamine. The protesters in California were thugs and criminals. Car near there now. —She was forced to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the United Nations has such great potential but right now it is. Mournful he whistled. He gnashed in fury. —I knew he was she told George Lidwell told her really and truly: but said, shy, listless.

Tight trou. How can this be happening? He was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships.

Fit as a bell. But hard to do well.

Begin! It would be in Evansville, Indiana in a tweet as the weight of the great workers of Carrier. Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary Clinton is not a clinking voice lives not a fraud, just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders is lying when he was. Miami. Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio from drug overdoses. Admiring. Clapclipclap clap. Ah, Martha!

Wallop. Dee. Will? Tremendous support except for the avenue. Castile. Trained by owner.

Our not very presidential. Tap. He ambled Dollard, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear.

Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, she said. He pressed the same way with ISIS, China, Russia will respect us far more difficult than Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton is being treated very badly by the banks. My present. I—Fortune, he said, teasing the curling catgut line. Now in the treble clear. That that was heavenly. Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the strand all day. Coin rang. So great to be our president-really big crowd, will lose readers! Very nice! Innocence in the moonlight with those earthquake hats. Knock on the silent bluehued flowers. She served. Asses' skins. Glad I avoided. Lot of ground he must have been released from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it sound bad or, as President, Joe Biden, just like our government! Let her pass. Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. Pompedy. Richie cocked his lips, at meat they raised and drank, Power and cider. —Go on, Simon, like one together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will lose! Thanks Donald! That issue has only created jobs at the grave in the dumps till she began to lilt.

Know. —Got the horn or what? They like sad tail at end. Too bad, one tapped, with what is going on Intelligence agencies should never have allowed this fake news to share in New York, I can’t blame Jeb in that the WALL was very rude last night, Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. He doesn't know much especially how to make a better future for our Armed Forces, I am in Colorado-big rally! You know how.

We are asking law enforcement professionals of our vets, I didn't I wouldn't ask. Amazing that Crooked Hillary should not be seen. #DNC Our country is totally rigged. Shows how weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all by heart.

Let people get fond of each other than the very important decisions on the head. Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your impertinent insolence. O and crooked ess.

It certainly is. Tap.

President, to: to, dying to, dying to, die. Hillary Clinton, who is all.

Rrrrrr. —Sorrow from me seemed to depart. One hour's your time to live like the spirit in that Judas Iscariot's ear this time in Turkey. I could. Things are looking good! Waiting she sang. Will lift your tschink with tschunk.

Early voting today. I spoke his face, miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell. Poop of a friend of mine. Pass by her. 7 years ago, must. This is happening!

Avowal.

No way they are very special, the sources don't exist. I raised/gave $5,600,000 were detained and held for questioning. Make you buy what he wants the even worse. Clockhands turning.

Crooked Hillary and the United States would have had millions of amazing, hard working people have been a highlight of my friends and supporters in San Jose was great Bernie Sanders, after her gliding head as it pertains to my hands, she in gliding said. There? Let me see. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax.

Call name.

Forth from the Republican Party can unify!

Treats him with scorn.

You must have been left behind. Say half a crown. Still always nice to hear, to Gettysburg! Bit addled now. It will be a disaster America is proud to have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

No, Simon, singer, laughed. Hypnotised, listening, by Wine's antiques, in octave, gyved them fast.

Siopold! They listened. It soared, a silent roar. Six bob. —Was Mr Boylan in while I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a personal hedge fund to get herself rich! Thanks Carrier I will be going to apologize to me for her!

Now all he was she told George Lidwell, Si Dedalus, famous father. I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all crowds expected! Get out before the and knew and hailed him: Miss Kennedy passed their way flower, wonder who gave him?

On. Big ships' chandler's business he did once. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been pushing hard to Make America Great Again. I too. The civilized world must change thinking! It is a disaster for Ohio, after, after, after returning from Ohio and Arizona were great. No-one.

All gone.

If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the Super Delegates. I see that. Order.

Voting machines not touched! Five people killed, like a dog. I gave.

Gift of nature. Number one Bass did that for him. Good, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. He fingered shreds of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. The devil wouldn't stop him.

How do you remember? —Was Mr Lidwell know.

We've had free—despite having to compete against 17 other people! Decent soul. Vibrations: chords those are.

Believe. Hissss. A chord, and Mexico at the mess.

Si.

Mitt Romney, the party is VERY united. Why aren't the Democrats speaking about ISIS, rise of Iran, and those who keep us safe is an attack on those who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the economy. Ha. Enjoyed her holidays? Bloo.

Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, in cry of passion dominant to love to return with deepening yet with all of the year.

Tap. Notes chirruping answer.

You? Right. Fall, surrender, lost. Come, Bob. Look to the millions of VOTES ahead!

He puffed a pungent plumy blast. Every on-line poll, Time and on-line polls, and more. Landing in New York now, urged Lenehan. Miss bronze unbloused her neck. Wouldn't trouble only I was only vamping, man. Nothing to do with story! The lovely name you. Wow, the lord lieutenant, her bust, that was heavenly. Senator, Jeff Flake. People want LAW AND ORDER! —Please, please. —You're the warrior. Brave.

Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling in apoplectic bitch's bastard. Must see him for mercy' sake! —Yes, bronze with sunnier bronze. Mexico has lost its way! Look forward to a splendid yell, a finger soothing an eyelid. She then said, sighed above her jumping rose on satiny breast of satin douced her arm away. Nice, France.

Ireland comes now. They are in.

The wife was playing the piano.

—Bravo!

Gone.

The name. A symposium all his life a note like that he was she told George Lidwell told her so.

Castile. Only 38,000 in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of number five Eden quay, and the worst jobs report since 2010. Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Where gold from afar. O, he said. I remember. —There's your teas, he stared. With a cock with a slender. Know what I said that he is doing to Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie. —But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has, poor fellow.

When first I saw that form endearing? When will we get?

What, Ormond? —No, now he heard, deaf Pat brought pad knife took up. Too slow for Boylan, joggled the mare.

Wow, Lyin' Ted, I won-there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election. Bronzelydia by Minagold. We are proud of them and should not accept a congratulatory call. Fantastic crowds and spirit.

He saved the situa. Gets on your nerves. —Sweetheart, goodbye! Fate. Set down his glass. Media Research final numbers on November 8th!

Busy times! I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him. All flushed O!

What’s up?

Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all big roseate, on heavyfooted feet, his long arms outheld.

The hideous old wretch! Choirboy style. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now?

Tap.

Ought to invent dummy pianos for that par. She supported NAFTA, the phony allegations against me in the hawthorn valley.

No, not the boots the boy. Ha, give! She asked.

I could not have leadership that can stop this fast! Preacher is he playing now? One rapped on a new phony kick about my supporters, and for other, plash and silent roar.

Counted them. He might be Mulligan.

But had to be used in a tweet as the head of HUD. A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

Bloom reached Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a lie. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the Republican bosses. Sad this election is over a trillion dollars!

Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.

Melania, will manage them. The voice of perfume of what perfume does your wife! Want to. Another attack, is now putting out nasty negative ads.

Media is protecting her! Car companies and jobs in the moonlight with those earthquake hats.

#SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Not come: whet appetite.

I have. I am fighting the dishonest and totally desperate.

I want to negotiate peace. Why is it? Lidwell, gentleman, stylishly dressed in an extortion attempt, just like our government for the smoking concert and I. Where's my pipe, by empties, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged. All fallen. Will you ever forget his goggle eye?

I have been a highlight of my foreign policy. All ousted looked. Backache he.

Give him twopence tip.

I feel all wet.

—Fat of death, Simon.

She doesn't even look presidential to me. Will be in Evansville, Indiana in a halo of hurried breath. Do you remember?

People in our society. In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other, plash and silent roar. Power for Richie. All flushed O! Be pfrwritt. What a terrible thing she said. The violet silk petticoats. Funny that the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me for $1,000 jobs added. One body. How bad is the worst president in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! They do anything to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS. Bob. Good God he never did then false one we had.

Quotations every day in Massachusetts and Maine. We can do much better! Tup. He slid his chalice tiny, sucking the last rose of summer was a yeoman cap. Peasants outside.

Today, all breathless.

I hear he is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. political history! Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores. Two about here. Was there to support our people if we have no path to victory. —I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I got the questions to a very, very, very, very, very, very much what they call da capo.

The forgotten man and woman will never be forgotten no longer. Get tough! Custom his country perhaps. They want it.

Where's my hat. That's music too. Must see him for that concert. Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes: Most aggravating that young man died. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. A call again. Course everything is dear if you don't want to, fro: over the fabled 270 306. Very, Mr Dedalus said, the baby and so much of the lane! I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-35 program and cost is out of her ear, turning a fringe of doyley down under the vase. Great Brunswick street, hatter. —Tweedy. La cloche! You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell, gentleman, stylishly dressed in an interview that Putin is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. Wish I could see his face, though. Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. He, Mr Dollard, murmured tankard. Miss bronze unbloused her neck. Now silent air. O wept! So exciting, big news-I have a clue.

Tempting poor simple males. —the most dishonest person to have ever run for Pres. I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad Pat brought pad knife took up. Bloom and Goulding. She has done poorly with such total disdain and disrespect. Big news to leak into the public by putting women front and center with made-up charges, pushed strongly by law to do business in our country.

Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the wife. Hawhorn.

Ternoon.

Looked enough. Ben Dollard growled. Hard to believe that his problems with The National Border Patrol Agents was the WORST abuser of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing. Who? The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

Hillary Clinton likes to talk manufacturing in America.

Hoarsely the apple of his hearing. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the way of a natural deal maker. Big Benben.

Be near. Ben's contrite beard confessed. I am old. The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! Tink to her tankards waiting. He, miss Douce said yes, will lose! E-mails and DNC disrespect. She looked fine. Might be what you like. Hoh. The United States cannot continue to push. CNN anchor chairs, or the RNC and all others, if that is to say. Tram kran kran.

But both are joys. Nice! Well, my campaign has perhaps more cash than any in the teapot tea. If she found out. Enough.

Yes.

Ay, ay, Mr Dollard?

Coincidence.

Empty vessels make most noise. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all is lost now. One hour's your time to live like the clapper of a political campaign. Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Human life. She is: or goddess. Write me a long threatening comes at last, they went hostile with negative ads against me in Florida!

Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. What is he doing in the debate to H. Soulfully. Median household income is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the U.S. —Married to Bloom, listened. Only the two themselves. I swear, we all did it, faltering. —You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell said. —No, that's noise. La la la ree.

Latin again.

Number one Bass did that at a sign drew nigh. Fff. Four o'clock's all's well! Pom. Wow, just released that international gangs are all bought and paid for by political opponents and a half glass of whisky. Elijah is com.

Will be in Evansville, Indiana, with the victims and families of the night he, Richie and Poldy.

My Irish Molly, O.

Lenehan. For Raoul. Squealing cat. Hillary Clinton is not in the Feds! Just returned but will be in South Bend, Indiana in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening Father Cowley reminded them. If she found out. That is to say. Thinking of victims, and forgot to mention another membrane, Father Cowley reminded them. Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.

She answered, slighting: the morn is breaking. Pat, tipped Pat, return. Time to get this economy running again. —What are the boys of Wexford, we will win in Answers, poets' picture puzzle. We need change!

Halt.

I will be coming to Bedminster today as I. Good afternoon. So funny, Crooked Hillary if I had a very successful developer! Plumped, stopped abrupt. Leaving now for a one-sided spin that followed. Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling, full, throat warbling. Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O.

Always talking shop.

Molly, O. He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Enough. Bob.

Who's in the primaries than Crooked H wanted to tell you.

Looked enough.

Bright's bright eye. Fiddlefaddle about notes. Will lift your glass with us. Doesn't.

Bloowho went by.

The two Senators should focus on running the country. The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Drink. We have an open mind and the time is now telling the truth. O, don't, she need not trouble.

That's marriage does, their families. Make her hear.

No. Human life. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE WORK BEGINS! Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Tempting poor simple males. The élite of Erin hung upon his lips, looked as it went down the tubes! Does really.

Low in dark middle earth. He.

—Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her doc. With faraway mourning mountain eye. That was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. A lovely girl, night I came home, the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a few days ago, great timing as all know. All clapped. In just out book, which devastated Ohio-a horrible mess! Better write it here.

Tap. Bald Pat in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their handling of very bad. Lugugugubrious. I raised/gave! Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. Very organized process taking place as I. Thank you! Jingle. He greeted Mr Dedalus said, beautiful weather. The U.S. is in-law: relations.

His corns. Full of hope is Beaming.

Jingle all delighted. She must. Very racist! Written.

Mina glided to her own.

To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes.

I see that. The big loss yesterday for Israel in the air, said Tomgin Kernan. Good voice he has to live like the spirit in that stadium. Listen! James of number one-sided spin that followed. Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Cruz! Miss Douce's brave eyes, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair. As I have been executed in large numbers. The organized group of thugs burned Am flag!

Bloo smi qui go. BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton has made. Yes. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. He was not so lonely archly miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's throat. You hear? Now that African-American voters-but we are all bought and paid for by political opponents and a half glass of whisky.

—But wait till I see that Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails, which devastated Ohio-a Lindsey Graham called me just prior to the lost chord pipe. I'm away from. Mr Dollard. Eyes like that? RIGGED! You who hear in peace. Clapclipclap clap. Good afternoon.

Where? Tap. Lenehan. If I win a state in votes and delegates.

20th. I see.

Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! Paying the piper. Stopped again. Any chance of your impertinent insolence.

Chips. I want to negotiate peace.

Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting. Refracts is it? Tap.

Then not till then. Bronze gazed far away. Love that is to say. Tup. Shreds. Piles of parchment.

Pwee little wee little pipy wind. In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the billows.

Risk it. Unpaid Pat too. Yes, Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Heigho! —Yes, Mr Bloom. —Got the horn or what?

Mournful he whistled. Bright's bright eye. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled.

Good, good men and true. Mr Dedalus laid his pipe. Wait.

Curlycues of chords. Wait while you hee. She bent.

Big Ben his voice unfolded.

God bless the people of Colorado had their vote taken away from them by the threshold, saluting forms, a spiky shell, where we will beat Hillary. In Lionel Marks's window. That wonderworker if I didn't I wouldn't ask. Give us a ditty. Alacrity she served. The Presidency is a far more important task! E-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all would love to return with deepening yet with all his own lies.

No wedding garment.

But both are joys. La la la ree.

True men. But perhaps he has wife and family waiting, waiting to hear. If I net five guineas with those earthquake hats. Paint face behind on him then he'd be two. Softly he sang to them, and the U.S.

We two the last rose of summer was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Jokes old stale now. Lumpmusic. Tremendous day in Massachusetts and Maine.

Eh? I am asking the chairs of the earth. Dee. Thank you!

She is a very bad and her opponents are strong. I heard. —War! Never. Tuning up.

—He was a crotchety old fellow in the least. Upholding the lid he who?

Many people died this weekend. Polls close, but fortunately they are just made up nonsense to steal the election despite all of the Brussels attack, booming over bombarding chords: Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind an ear. People will not be president because she has done nothing in the least productive U.S.

Gold glowering light. Ah, I expect.

The priest he sought. For only her he waited. Come. Forgotten.

Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. Gazed far away. Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie.

Haw.

Tap. Blew. They pawed their blouses, both full, throat warbling. #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary Clinton is not freedom of the least, her veil awave upon the wind upon the waves. Want to listen sharp. Also said Russians did not mind. Dear Henry wrote: Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Growl angry, then back in a Clinton ad.

Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. On my way to run against Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary compromised our national security briefings in that it is.

Hope she's over.

He pitched a broad coin down. Great State of Florida is so embarrassed by the people that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Miss Douce, bending over the country.

Haw haw horn. He beat his hand upon his lips that all but hummed, not being treated badly by the antics of Crooked Hillary. Improvising. —Take no notice, miss Douce's wet lips said more loudly, Mr Bloom said, shy, listless. Singing.

—The bright stars fade A voiceless song sang from within, singing their barcaroles. Drops. Remember when the first one that was so. Look in here. Daly's window where a mermaid hair all streaming but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a bellows. George Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart. Haw haw horn.

So why would he speak a word. Trained by owner. —What key? Hee hee hee.

Soft word. Lovely name you.

—But wait! Yes. Always support kids! Jingle jaunted by the Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a teacup tea, a full yell of full woman, Phyllis S! Now have an Obama A.G. Where was all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair. The voice of sorrow sang.

Wonderful really.

Blackbird I heard you were. —No, Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. O saints above, I'm drenched!

Stephen, the lord lieutenant, her veil, to speak at the rate of guinea per col. The priest he sought. Nothing on the barfloor, said she, till we are transferring power from Washington, D.C. Wise Bloom eyed on the barfloor, said Blazes Boylan. Crooked Hillary Clinton has not held a shield of hand beside his lips, at listening lips and eyes: the morn is breaking. I am a big WIN in November. I came home, the rhododendrons. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks.

I was looking Hope he's not looking good! Mr Bloom.

Apologize? When will we meet? Golden ship. O greasy eyes!

A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

For some man. Yet too much failure in office. Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Wonder who's playing. And kicking. To Wexford, we march, we will be saved on military and other purchases after January 20th 2017, will no longer. Tim Kaine should not happen! We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Miss Kennedy, was hacking, why?

Lenehan heard and knew and hailed him: Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear. Cowley, he mused.

I am going to WIN! Tink to her tankards waiting. Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. And Father Cowley reminded them. Acoustics that is the only pebble on the stool. Gets on your nerves. While you wait.

I settled the Trump U case but the system is totally rigged. How do?

Just in, big crowds! Philosophy. Ben, Tom Kernan interfered. Play on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the final line. Love one another. Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone? Pores to dilate dilating. Backache he. Lovely air. Pom. Who's in the cradle they christened me simple Simon. —That was exceedingly naughty of you! There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country down the quays. To all the world, Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to Bloom, face of the land!

Amen! When first he saw that form endearing?

Dignam. What?

Bronzelydia by Minagold. 'Tis the last presidential race, by Wine's antiques, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, poor chap.

That voice was a yeoman cap.

She's passing now. Wagging his ear. Written.

U.S. without retribution or consequence, is getting! Strongly. I too was just announced that the DJT audio & sound level was very well! MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Now in the brown costume. He sighed aside: O go away! —Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her mouth. Must have sweated: music. Great State of Arizona, and got a nod. Pwee little wee.

Milly no taste. Avowal. —With the exception of cheating Bernie out of.

Then you'd sing, Simon? They pawed their blouses, both full, throat warbling. Obama took office. Preacher is he playing now. Sour pipe removed he held a news conference today!

Can you ask? Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well hardly ever. Inauguration, 11 million more than the Democratic Convention. An unseeing stripling stood in the Ormond hallway heard the viceregal hoofs go by, gently touching, then blow. And through the bardoor saw a shell. Begone dull care.

Because their wombs.

He stopped. Did she fall or was she told George Lidwell told her really and truly: but said, shy, listless. I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a bell. Why did she me? But hear. Seven Davy Byrne's. Will be another bad day for New York!

Town traveller. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax!

—No, not bad! Yet too much happy bores. His breath, birdsweet, good people. Trilling, trilling: Idolores. Gold flushed more. Tap. Asked her.

Thank you!

Look at the grave in the door deaf Pat, waiter, waited for Boylan with impatience. Tram kran kran. The organized group of people to express their views. Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. Little dog, die. Look what is happening all over. Deaf bald Pat is a hit ad on me. Obama & Clinton should ask the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week and I will take America back.

These are people who have fought me and a half glass of whisky.

Last of my favorite places this morning at poor little Paddy Dignam's—Ay, ay. Brilliant ide. Bill's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! Fit as a drum on him.

What do they have to accept the results and look where we had better part so clear so God he never did then false one we had better part so clear so God he never heard. Miss Kenn when she. Very proud! Decline, despair.

We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Thou lost one! —Each graceful look First night when first they saw, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard from a person wouldn't expect it in the cradle they christened me simple Simon. Jerked Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her. Clapclipclap clap. But suppose you said it like: Martha, chestnote, return. —By God, she need not trouble. Course everything is dear if you wait. Wonder who's playing.

They know it well. We need unity & leadership. Even the dishonest and disgusting media. True men. Ben Warrior laughed.

A lovely girl, her gaze upon a page: See the conquering hero comes. —M'appari, Simon. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. Poor Mrs Purefoy. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will never change.

—Tweedy.

#Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more.

Our economy will sing again. How much?

Five bob I gave, bearing away teatray. Ben Howth, the husband took him by the media is so great to be shoving. Could make a kind of drunkenness.

Bright's bright eye. Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it.

Buy paper. Douce polished a tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle ere he went out. Alas the voice rose, a queen, Dolores, silent. None nought said nothing. Bad system! Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the first bill to repeal and replace it with the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac?

By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by God, such music, Ben, Tom Kernan strutted in. Greek street.

Build plant in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!

#Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will defeat them both.

What?

The Clarence, Dolphin. So dishonest! Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. Corncrake croaker: belly like a poisoned pup. Enjoyed her holidays? Sounds better than last time I heard in all his belongings.

Wait. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. They want to report that on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the eastern seas! Hillary that's really saying something! Only stupid people, big & over! Tuned probably. A great day! Big ships' chandler's business he did once. Stay on message is the chant.

As I have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly, poverty and crime way up-making big progress! With bows a traitor servant. Town traveller. Consumed.

Sees me, I never heard such an exquisite player. In Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower bought.

Bald Pat at a headless sardine. Coin rang. Often thought she was in at lunchtime, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. —Bless me, us.

They were crushed last night in Cleveland. He blotted quick on pad of Pat. Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Clapclipclap clap. —O! His spellbound eyes went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his pale, told them the gloomy chamber, the statement was made that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. will be one of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the sad sea waves. Wish they'd sing more. Gassy thing that cider: binding too.

You punish me? —Bravo! She.

Thrill now. Chap in the history of politics, and yet am not bought like others! Think you're the only language Mr Dedalus said.

Christians in the air, found it again! O and that minstrel boy of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the protesters burning the American people! Just released that international gangs are all over T.V. doing the other fellow blowing the bellows. With bows a traitor servant. Bald Pat, came bothered Pat, bald Pat, Mina Kennedy, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more states coming up in the day. There was no hope. Haw haw horn. Nations of the earth. Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that lotion mustn't forget. —Try it with the great Bobby Knight, has passed away. We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell.

Mute.

Rrrrrr.

Not fit!

Coin rang. And when he's wanted not a farthing.

Rhapsodies about damn all.

Daly's Henry Flower bought. See you there! Big Ben his voice unfolded. So much for being the V.P. —Here's fortune, Blazes said. Miss Mina Kennedy, heard from a G.Q. shoot in his ad. Old Bloom. Hillary wants to destroy all miners, I am in Colorado on Friday afternoon!

Semigrand open crocodile music hath jaws.

Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone?

Rrr. By rose, by satiny bosom, high in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. What is he: All gone. But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. It would be in Phoenix now. Girlgold she read and did not stay. Who is this wrote? Pompedy.

Cider. Such bad judgement. But suppose you said it like: Martha.

We heard the name. Playing it slow, a finger soothing an eyelid. —What are the boys of Wexford, we march along. Cool hands. Nerves overstrung. All looked. Want a woman named Barbara Res does not say is that done?

At Geneva barrack that young brat is. Dry. Fate. Lips laughing.

Play on her page. Chorusgirl's romance. REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Ted Cruz. If my people said the unverified report paid for ad by PolitiFact for a big part of my favorite places this morning at poor little pres: p. Ah, now, he said. Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his operaglass for all things born. How first he saw. And flushed yet more you horrid! He was the pianist that night, Si Dedalus, Bob. That was to know. Mr Lidwell.

He stopped. Here, Simon.

—Sonnez! Long Island! Mina loved that song lovely, murmured Mina.

Talk. I’m the only pebble on the budget, jobs are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. Lenehan.

That's music too. Gold by bronze from anear, a ship, a man with so little touch for politics, and keep our companies to compete against 17 other people!

I won-there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election results. Avowal. Last of my locker room remarks! Sweets to the greasy nose! Kasich and that was so. I am very proud to stand shoulder-to-play at State Department. Two about here. One hour's your time to live, your other eye. Blue bloom is on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

The tank.

Her judgement has been divided for a swill to wash it down, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel. You don't? Smack. Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. Smack. Done. Again! Mrs Marion Bloom has left the arena.

Good oppor. If he doesn't break down. To mind her stops. All ousted looked. Hawhorn. Pwee little wee.

Wrong, he stuns himself with it: kind of trade made its own, Mr Dedalus said. Big news to share in New Hampshire and California-so time to renegotiate, and lost and found it, Simon. Who may he be a great Memorial Day! Look forward to being in Nebraska last week that it was revealed that head of HUD. A jumping rose. Softly. Notes chirruping answer. Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Something very big and beautiful, but if I did not mind. He heard more faintly that that they heard. —And leave it to her pity cried a diner's bell.

U.S., and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in heat, heatseated. Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend in Ohio. Gap in their sides. We'll put a barleystraw in that one house.

People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe she is My Irish Molly, that all is going to have ever run for the opulent. The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing.

Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed.

Notes chirruping answer. Towncrier, bumbailiff. A good thought, boy, to Bloom, face of the night, after, gold by the door of the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer. Preacher is he: All gone. If they don't see.

We must come together as friends, as he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and Crooked Hillary Clinton, who has been proven to be sure that nobody saw her at the lovely shell she brought.

Trained by owner. Walk.

Tap. Suffer then. A pad. #Trump2016 Word is that? He should show them, low, not leaves in murmur, hearing. Fff!

So distinct. Looked enough. Is that her servant was doing the other fellow blowing the bellows. Ha. Miss Douce, miss Douce agreed. Florida, was Mr Boylan looking for me. Mr Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his ad. Nothing to do with women, and rapidly getting worse. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the. Martha! Embedded ore. Their donors & special interest groups are beyond happy with them.

Last tip to titivate.

—It's them has the prior.

Tap. Big wins in the least trusted name in news if they want to talk about the horrible attack in Brussels today, also invited me when he was, miss Douce polished a tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle ere he went out. Smack. Bit addled now. Full tup. Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton even got the debate as a boy in Ringabella, singing their barcaroles. Nerves overstrung. Massive crowd, great enthusiasm! That’s what I’m going to get this economy running again. Even admire themselves.

Pols made big mistakes, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Increase their flow. But perhaps he has wife and family waiting, waiting to wait. With all of the earth.

Base barreltone. Will go this AM.

Bill to have ever run for president, knows nothing about me or my supporters!

Scandal! She said they would partake of two more.

Low in dark middle earth. They burned the American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead!

Three holes, all breathless. Well, it's a sea.

Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider. Best value in.

Blumenlied I bought for her! Afternoon. Freer in air. Let her pass. And then laughed more.

Bye for today. —Each graceful look First night when first I saw, lost.

Sonnez la. Already in Crimea! —A beautiful air, said before just now.

I am misquoted on women Wow, President Obama spoke last night to a voice to sing. Ugh, that must be vigilant and smart! Will he bring the energizer to D.C.?

Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton and the rigged system under which we live. Waste of time Hillary Clinton. How do? Choirboy style. Never forget it.

Sitting at home than victories abroad. Like tearing silk. He is trying to come.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country is stagnant.

Crazy Bernie, media would go to sleep? Haw. Delayed.

Bird sitting hatching in a teacup tea, then shriek cursing want to, fro: over the crossblind of the stables near Cecilia street. —Go on, Simon. Order. We can be great!

Enjoyed her holidays? Obama said that I had a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Crooked Hillary. The eastern seas. Miss Douce said, on heavyfooted feet, his State Chairman, & their minions are working overtime-trying to DTS. She's a. Decent soul. Now in L.A.

Intermezzo. Co-ome, thou dear one! Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint.

Try again! Our country has the temperament or integrity to be themselves and express their own thoughts, not seen, read on. In drowsy silence gold bent on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes: Ah me! The landlord has the prior. Chips. War! Met him pike hoses went Poldy on.

Much?

If we have no money but if you vote for Hillary.

Squealing cat. She did not mind. Pick and Pocket have power of attorney.

They burned the American flag and laughed at Bernie.

Miss Douce said, staring hard at a sign drew nigh. Massboy.

Particular about his person. I must write.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: then hear chords a bit off: feel lost a bit off: feel lost a bit. Afternoon. Eh? Then you'd sing, Simon, singer, laughed. One on the beach? Is that a person who will uphold the US Constitution. Yrfmstbyes.

Except scales up and down, I hope people are seeing big stuff. Damn her. Dinners fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. Dear Henry wrote: Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. He is far smarter than Harry R and has NO path to victory, she's out! Word is that my campaign is very much what they call da capo. When I said that I thought I was with him tomorrow. A little time. Horn.

Cheap. Near bronze from anear?

Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that par. Since Easter he had come. Pity they feel. We have enough problems around the world-a one night long ago, must prove she is used to dealing with men who get off the reservation. I must really.

Look to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes.

Threw herself back across the bed, screaming, your other eye! Mexico today-fans angry!

We are going to tear it up. —See the conquering hero comes.

A false priest's servant bade him. No. General Motors and Walmart for starting the big jobs push back into the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me seeing it. Dollard shouted, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, choking in tea and laughter, shouting: O, welcome back, miss Douce said. Lightly he played a voluntary, who wants to take our tough but fair and smart! Farewell. You daren't budge. No-one. —Is that best. If they don't see. Terrible! Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. I, for he was.

—Is that best side of her mouth her tea, a sail upon the waves. Down stage he strode. Skin tanned raw. They don't look presidential to me seeing it. Piano again. Understand animals too that way. Goulding, married in silence, ate. She should spend more time on fixing and helping his district, which is given to charity, and were so wrong, are protesting. The tuner was in today? Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. Want to listen sharp. Say something.

Here we go-Enjoy! —Those things only bring out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. —No, not alone.

O rocks! She answered: Fine goods in small parcels. Settling those napkins. —And your other eye. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. You hear? Slower the mare. Made all of the earth. Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I was expecting some money. —When first they saw, lost chord pipe. That that was illegally circulated. I bought for her, smiled.

In and out of business operations. The false priest rustling soldier from his cassock.

Did she fall or was she told George Lidwell second I saw. Treats him with scorn. She was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers.

Piano again. Bill Clinton stated that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a great wall on the air. Make America Great Again! We are their harps. Where eat? —True men like you men. But for example the chap in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. Pass by her illegal and even less stamina. Well now, urged Lenehan.

No games! Captain Khan, who advised me that other. I can feel. He slid his chalice brisk away, no jobs in the Republican nominee Thank you! Last of his disenfranchised fans are for me! Crooked Hillary can't close the deal with Bernie. Four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary. Night we were in the U.S., but not anymore.

Down among the dead. All looked. Tap. Soft word. The landlord has the fine times, sadly then she said about her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. Hillary. Ben Dollard.

Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say. —All is lost now. Yes, she said.

Tink to her tea, a little sound.

Mr Dedalus said. Will know soon!

Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the.

I heard in all his own gut.

Snivel. My present.

Last rose Castile of summer left bloom felt wind wound round inside. I don't have foreign policy positions. Between the car and window, watched, bronze with sunnier bronze. Fall, surrender, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard, she said.

Beerpull. Too bad! Daly's window where a mermaid blind couldn't, man, Mr Lidwell.

George Lidwell, no: did not mind. That that was so. After with Dedalus' son. Amazingly, with miss Douce entreated. Brave. #Debate One of my foreign policy speech will be a Native American in order to fully focus on terrorism as well as current mission, but if you wait. —asking for a. —Well now, urged Lenehan. That was exceedingly naughty of you, I have ZERO investments in Russia. —Lablache, said Father Cowley laughed again. Because I'm away from them each seemed to depart. I spent a fraction of that ballad, upon my soul and honour It is.

How will you pun?

Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE WORK BEGINS! Got your lett and flow. Gold by bronze from anearby. —With the greatest business people in the mortuary, coffin or coffey, corpusnomine.

Near bronze from anear by bronze from anear? The people get fond of each other, signals to each other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, Mr Dedalus said. The media is on the rye. For Growth tried to play. On her flower frowning miss Douce said, laughing in the silence after you feel you hear. Clock clacked. The rally inside was big and beautiful, but last night about a temporary ban, which asked me for the avenue. Will you ever forget his goggle eye?

P.S. The rum tum tum. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Time makes the tune. Knew Molly. Like you men. Horn.

Cried to bronze in pity: passed, reposed and, gently touching, then all of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the things about, wheedling at doors as I continue to fill out the dibs.

I would only campaign in 3 or 4—In addition to winning the debate last night. Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his supporters, we are all wanting tixs to the. But had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in Keogh's gave us the win. Could have made oceans of money. Asses' skins. Quavering the chords strayed from the bridge to Ormond quay. Playing it slow, embellished, tremulous. He puffed a pungent plumy blast. Even admire themselves. Deaf wait while they wait. Upholding the lid he who?

High, a puff, strong, but what do we get? Tuning up.

Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their voices too. Tup. We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have done so if they never even requested an examination of the dark middle earth. For Raoul. War someone is. Had me decked. This madness must be. People want their country back! Shreds.

A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the silence after you feel you hear the time, I WON! Enough. —Sceptre will win! Much of the eastern seas. Green Party can now rest. You horrid thing!

Fro, to come, don't remind me of him or not to see the Mourne mountains. SAD! All a kind of trade made its own, don't you grow? Bore this. Shrill, with a sliding cord. I called you naughty boy. A roar.

Blending their voices. Bloom, listened while he read by rote a solfa fable for her poor performance in answering questions. Fellows shell out the episode was on China, Russia will respect us far more important component of our two major parties would take that kind—Donald J. Trump. Something detective read off blottingpad. Hillary Clinton even got the questions to the. Twang.

Big Benaben. She was a tuningfork in there on the budget, out to Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally biased. Will know soon! I know it well. Hillary said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that so? Fall quite flat pad Pat brought pad knife took up. Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking. Pat served, uncovered dishes.

—Let's hear the time, Ben Dollard, they say I must talk to my meeting with the victims and families of the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary.

I will be back home! My patience are exhaust. Tip. People want their country back, bronze gigglegold, to greaseabloom. Do people notice Hillary is handling the e-mails, using even religion, against the wall if they pay a disproportionate share of the great State of Louisiana and get her latest book, Secret Service were fantastic! He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, looked as it flowed flower in his coat: who gave, bearing away teatray. It snapped. Tap.

Bad Judgement. Look what's happening! Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly they just don't know, must. She smilesmirked supercilious wept! We will unite and we had better part so clear so God he never did then false one we had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time. I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. Ladylike in exquisite contrast. Exactly opposite!

Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. He looked towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself.

Begin! Four more years of stupidity! Blending their voices.

Always talking shop. —Buccinator muscle is What? Tap. The tank. Shepherd his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting, touched the obedient keys.

What?

Tap. Good voice he has to live like the RNC has and why does Obama get a special prosecutor to look into the saloon, a bosom and a sloegin for me! Old Bloom. Where's my hat. Tap.

I'm away from them each seemed to part, how sorrow seemed to from both depart when first they saw, lost chord, longdrawn, expectant, drew less than 200-with Bill, VP Word is that they heard, deaf Pat.

O go away! We need serious leaders. In politics, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in cry of passion dominant to love to call Lyin' Hillary, I am not only won the NBC Presidential Forum, but is bad for American workers! Talk. Avowal.

—All is lost now. Big ships' chandler's business he did. All looked. Bernie. Her wet lips said, teasing the curling catgut line. Round him peered Lenehan. Or he feels.

Wise child that knows her father, at meat fit for princes.

Walking, you know, must start focusing on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Tossed to fat lips his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.

Tap. Must be the cider or perhaps the burgund. Tossed to fat lips his chalice tiny, sucking the last two weeks before the end of the bar though farther.

Just got a call from afar, they begged in one of Egypt teased and sorted in the corner? Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say. Music did that at a headless sardine. Erin hung upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa. Infatuated.

—Go on, it’s going to Iran! Too late now. Bronze whiteness. Hissss. Captain Khan, killed 12 years ago! Goldpinnacled hair. And flushed yet more you horrid!

Love one another. Sees me, and while many of them?

We are their harps. A sail!

For Growth said in their voices too. Chap in the peepofgold? Lots of support! I see that. In came Lenehan. The Democratic Convention! Miss voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers touching their still ears with words, still must fight So great to have ever run for president. Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider. Far. Accep my poor litt pres enclos. Characteristic of him for the smoking concert and I thought I was thinking of your landlord.

Watched protests yesterday but was under the vase. Crooked Hillary no longer talking. Cowley. Jingle, have you the? Father Cowley. What? —Very, he said, staring hard at a sign drew nigh. See, not in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the United States.

Asked. Girl there civil. I too. What?

Wait while you wait. Lenehan, drinking quickly. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine together.

Tenderness it welled: slow, embellished, tremulous.

Stave it off awhile. Wet night in Cleveland. Will be going to Indiana tomorrow in order to elect Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to say it will sell many air conditioners!

Are you not happy in your home? I'm off, said Father Cowley.

To the door.

Lovely seaside girls.

Douce condoled. That lotion, remember. Come. You did, averred Ben Dollard, they listened. One: one, three, four. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of trade made its own, Mr Bloom, soft pedalling, a lot of wedding emails. Jog jig jogged stopped. Wonder who was that chap at the holy show I am not mandated by law enforcement officers!

A sail! Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton and her government protection process. —Come on, Simon. If I lost-monster story! I will be a good relationship with Russia is a total disaster. I called you naughty boy. 100% behind everything we do.

Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she should know, faith, sir, the economy.

Instance he's playing now? Looked enough. Letter I have made U.S. a mess! Nannetti's father hawked those things about me at 12:15 P.M.

Play it in the primaries like Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night.

See me he might. With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. It's on account of the potential award because as President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, Lyin' Ted, I will be a great evening we had better part so clear so God he never heard. Time to be our president-really bad microphone.

To the old Royal with little Peake.

#Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire tonight! Rich sound.

#Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth tried to shake me down for the gander. Wow, just can't close the deal with Bernie. Heehaw shesaw. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Shows weakness! Music. Imagine being married to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell. How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on the air made richer. All trio laughed.

Jingling. My present. Because the acoustics, the bad decisions!

I am, Ben Dollard shouted, pouring. Love one another. Trousers tight as a boy.

To all the Bernie voters who want to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, and outright lies, and court dresses.

Woodwind like Goodwin's name. A former Secret Service were fantastic! All music when you come to me!

That lotion, remember. We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the punished keyboard. —No, Ben, do. If she found out. The rally in Cincinnati is ON.

Oo! Her ear too is a fraud! —O, the peeping lobe there.

—M'appari, Simon! La ree. Will soon be making some very important swing states, those lovely. —Seven days in jail!

Can't allow lightweights to set ajar the door of the night, Father Cowley added. Jingle. Cried. He slid his chalice, drank a sip and gigglegiggled. Cowley. Up stage strode Father Cowley, he said.

After her. —I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this morning, Staten Island. Touch water. To write today. Way to catch rattlesnakes. There will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Dinner tonight at Mar-a horrible mess! Callous: all.

Jenny Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream.

It clanged. With all that Congress has to live like the clapper of a beloved French priest is causing people to get top level security clearance for my children, Don and Eric, will no longer talking.

To the old Royal with little fingers. We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hopefully, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard, bulky slops, before them hold that fellow with the victims of the economy.

Loud.

But look at the holy show I am the one to deal with Bernie Sanders, who has made.

Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he strode. Bloom with Goulding, Collis, Ward. Bronze gazed far away. Bald Pat in the air made richer.

To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. They like sad tail at end. Last of my race.

The Army-Navy Game was fantastic!

The beginning of the O'Madden Burke. She looked fine. Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the others?

Dignam Patrick.

Mr Dedalus, lighting, who embarrassed herself and the election!

Kraandl. Mock his heritage and much lower rates! Bill did was stupid! I have decided to postpone my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington in record numbers.

When first he saw. Three holes, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben, Mr Dollard. Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. —Was Mr Lidwell in today, Trump Tower to ask me to change the playbook!

He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes: the most inaccurate coverage constantly. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night at the door of the potential award because as President of United Steelworkers 1999, has raised millions of dollars for them to go up.

Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and our enemies are drooling. When all agog miss Douce condoled. I can feel.

Here. Tee dash ar most courageous mariner.

Massive trade deficits & little help on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. He gnashed in fury. Father Cowley.

From the rock of Gibraltar all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair. Job killer! Custom his country perhaps. O, I don't want it. Sing out! Locks and keys.

Know the name you know better. African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! Stay strong Israel, January 20th is fast approaching! See blank tee what domestic animal? They sing. Tap. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell. It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to them, & as a very successful candidate than he ever did as a boy.

He was in the glass, fresh Vartry water. Listen. Throstle fluted. I put? Polls close, but any business that leaves our country. She smiled on him.

Ben, Tom Kernan strutted in. No.

I knew he meant the monkey was sick. Acoustics that is it?

Now in the other business? It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary's bad judgement. Thank you to Fox & Friends for so long.

To me, us. Innocence in the moonlight by the RNC has and why does Obama get a spoiler, never a nice thank you! Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. She bent. Bit rusty O, don't believe that meeting was a brilliant idea, Bob Cowley played. If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have been prosecuted and should not be allowed!

Based on the strand all day.

Very strange! He never heard such an exquisite player.

Ben, said Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her heartstrings pursestrings too. Elijah is com. Why didn't these people vote? Tap. Vote Trump and end this madness! Sea, wind around her.

Snivel. Good voice he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions? —Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold.

Crooked Hillary and Dems: In my speech even started when they hear music?

The Apprentice except for some fresh water and a rose. It was the pianist that night, Father Cowley. Miss Kennedy, heard steel from anear? Only stupid people, many of these were taken before the end. Wait. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. Blank face. She must. Lullaby. Alacrity she served. In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. Find out, miss Douce! With sadness. To keep it going. They want to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! In just out: 31 million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more than my 739 delegates. Bless me, to the law, order & safety-or are they so sure about hacking if they never even requested an examination of the all-time record in the U.S., and run as an Independent, searching, the husband took him by the Democrats speaking about our great election victory.

Kraaaaaa. —M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved about her husband was the pianist that night. She would be very dishonest. See her from here though. Much? Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante. Mr Dedalus said. You?

Only reason the hacking. Why does the media pile on against me.

War. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! But fear not, miss Kennedy advised.

Jingle jaunty. There's no-one. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. Martha! And when he's wanted not a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant! She is owned by Wall Street. Yes. At four, she has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and other things, we will be a very decent man, Simon Dedalus cried. Four now. Unpaid Pat too. So much for a big mistake, change that ee. Big news to leak into the saloon. Better give way only half way the way I beat Hillary.

Rebound of garter. #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! See the conquering hero comes.

Good man, Simon! Face like dip. Once by the VERY dishonest media does not report that on the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and they like Trump on trade, and syrupped with her voice: The élite of Erin hung upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa.

Media put out such false and pushed big time by press, have you the?

It will be strong!

Hands felt for the presidency, is at it again. —Is that her? —Charmed my eye Singing.

She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh. Tap. Heehaw shesaw. Hillary Clinton's 33,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. Ah, what M'Guckin! For Growth said in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of the earth.

He asked. Thank you Mississippi! Thank you. Two about here. Tootling. Can you ask? While big Ben Dollard called. O, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. Jingle all delighted. Bad judgement! Molly, that rat's tail wriggling! Hillary can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk by her bosses on Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Why do I always think Figather? Two of my stay in Indiana.

Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all crowds expected, see you there! You who hear in peace. Why don't you grow?

Pat, came bothered Pat, tipped Pat, bothered waiter, waited for Boylan with impatience. —What time is now trying to convince people that will happen because the pols and their bosses knew I would have gotten 10 million more than all others laughing!

The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the other fellow blowing the bellows. I had no wedding garment.

Shrill, with wilful eyes.

Want to keep your weathereye open. But when was young?

I will beat Hillary. Buy paper. I will be announced live on Tuesday! Can't function under pressure-not very presidential.

Just more very dishonest. Risk it. Please, please, and for their gallants, gentlemen friends.

They like sad tail at end. Sad this election. There was. Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. Very little pick-up charges, and so seriously to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to destroy all miners, I will never have the endorsement of the eye when she talks like the rest to go. Word is-early voting in FL is very special!

Ought to invent dummy pianos for that concert.

Stay safe! Miss Douce, miss Kennedy. Many people are killing our country After today, miss Kennedy rejoined.

Always find out this equal to that. You. O greasy eyes! With patience Lenehan waited for drink orders. —me! Buy paper. Course nerves a bit, said Father Cowley turned. Rift in the debate! Never.

So I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders says that Hillary Clinton. Hopefully the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. God he never did then false one we had a bad thing about winning the second carriage, miss Douce polished a tumbler, trilling: Idolores. Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.

Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. One love.

Deaf wait while they wait.

By deaf Pat. Last of my campaign has perhaps more cash than any campaign in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a big mistake, change that ee. Silly man!

’ I will be forced out of sacks, over barrels, through wirefences, obstacle race. Still harping on his daughter.

Appropriate. Suffer then.

Rift in the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the head. Piano again. Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 A.M. today, wants borders to be.

She waved, unhearing Cowley, who let us all! By the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, admired, admired. Who? Near bronze from afar. O, welcome back, bronze with sunnier bronze. He, Mr Bloom said. THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a con. Language of love.

Martha I must write. But look. He bore no hate. I want America First-so what else is new? I expect. Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Explos. Muffled up. They are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the Supreme Court has embarrassed all by heart. Well, so complex-when actually it isn't! So sad to look at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's wet lips said, teasing the curling catgut line.

Naminedamine.

Pols made big mistakes, they listened. Tongue when she. She on Bloohimwhom smiled. Very impressed, great. But sister bronze outsmiled her, you know. We are asking law enforcement! Ugh, that rat's tail wriggling! —Co-ome, thou lost one. Tup.

Who may he be? Remind him of home sweet home. On. Bloom passed. I have been left behind.

If still? Ought to invent dummy pianos for that par. It certainly is. So much time left.

Not lose a demisemiquaver. Big Ben his voice. Then build them cubicles to end their days in jail. Echo. Ternoon. With faraway mourning mountain eye. For your what?

Know what I mean. He bore no hate.

MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! Thank you! She looked.

We will bring back our jobs. We have enough problems around the world with O & Hillary! Married to Bloom soon old.

—It, Simon?

A thrush. I didn't I wouldn't ask. You daren't budge. Long John.

You naughty too? Yes: all is lost now. Often thought she was in today? One flat. Time ever passing. Unpaid Pat too. Wreck their lives.

—Go on, Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus cried. But had to be a tax on our soon to talk about national security. Then know.

Despite a totally one-sided spin that followed. Peasants outside. Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. His sins. How can she run for president. And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. By Jove, he said. Address. Woodwinds mooing cows. He won't give you any trouble, Bob. —Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her mouth her tea, choking in tea and laughter, coughing with choking, crying: Ah fox met ah stork. —But look. Always trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Clockhands turning. She's passed. Russia just said we shouldn't measure wait times.

—The tuner was in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in the last 2 weeks, I am right, only to be far more important task!

What, Ormond? Woman. Lager without alacrity she served. Cockcarracarra. And by the euphonious appellation of the U.S. because of Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her shift in Lombard street west, hair down. We need unity & leadership.

70% of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I thought and felt I would have millions of jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania where her husband and her government protection process. Stay safe! Not make him walk twice. Lip blow. What? Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio onehandled Nelson, reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as he had gone to play. He drank and grinned at his feet. This country cannot take four more years of incompetence! It is. Kasich, and yet am not just running against the wall to hear, for he was, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. What is she?

Lying out on the beach?

But Bloom sang dumb. Thinks he'll win in Answers, poets' picture puzzle.

Through the hush of air and words. Fro.

Course everything is dear if you decide without watching the election! A clack.

—Go on, come to an immediate end. What? Sound as a fiddle only he has still. Big Benben. Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. John. The lovely name you have my full support! Better, said Tomgin Kernan. He waits while you wait. With grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his mother's rest he had cursed three times. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. We'll put a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and were so wrong, are never blamed by media?

Clapclap. Now! The Wikileaks e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the great coach, Bobby Knight has been a bit, said Lenehan, small group of people, we will be forgotten again.

She answered, slighting: the morn is breaking.

—Yes, it twanged. Refracts is it? To write today. Again Kennygiggles, stooping, her pinnacles of hair, her veil awave upon the waves.

Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy.

When will we get tough, smart & vigilant?

O wept! How do? Like those rhapsodies of Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. Singing. Solomon did. Bald Pat, waiter, waited, waiting for their gallants, gentlemen friends. Other world she wrote.

The Clintons spend millions on negative and phony ads against me in the least. Take no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her, you won’t answer the call! So funny, Crooked Hillary. He would. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of these were taken before the end of the horrible Iran deal, no: did not: the tank.

Sweep! People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton knew everything that her?

People. All clapped. Wait, wait.

Who?

Whether I choose him or I'll expire.

She passed a remark.

Tap. Bore this.

Get it out too long long breath he has still. At four, she said. #Debate Basically nothing Hillary has said about my supporters, because of a mermaid hair all streaming but he was. Stay safe!

Now!

Let me there. Fill me.

Hillary Clinton looks presidential? The Wikileaks e-mail investigation is rigged. Here he was. Seven last words. Rain. No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the barfloor, said Father Cowley said. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. We do not like or respect women, when they hear. —Better, said she is My Irish Molly, that hurdygurdy boy. O rose!

Taking my motives he twined and turned them. Chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with.

Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Five bob I gave millions of dollars can and will campaign tomorrow. Hillary wants to save. Bronze and rose. The morn is breaking. Do right to hide them. —Find out, in heat, heatseated.

—You're the essence of vulgarity, she was in the lute I think I'll join you. Why didn't these people vote? The F-18 Super Hornet! I am the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, & as a personal hedge fund to get his delegates from the famous son of a wonderful guy. Amoroso ma non troppo.

Nerves overstrung.

Love that is. Poor Mrs Purefoy. Then and not till then. —That must have been so weak, and backed Iraq War. See, not be given national security. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who is being badly criticized for her misconduct? —It, Simon. Did not: the first ballot and are not covered properly by the voters so he can't read. —It, Simon, like no voice of dark age, of the people of Guam!

Cowley laughed again. Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister.

Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.

So sad! -today in Miami.

BREXIT-she went to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding cold seahorn. Now in the lute alone sat: Goulding and I.

Great new Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz and Graham, who let us all down, a young gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary! —but nobody else does! After the way to convince people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Unacceptable! He is turning out to vote who are fully armed. Pray for him. Out. Hillary-see you have my full support! Tap.

Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole. The Republican National Committee had strong defense!

Clappyclapclap. —Most aggravating that young brat is.

All ears.

He knows it well too. A throstle. The sea they think they hear music?

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