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quodekash · 1 year

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Why The Entire Harry Potter Epilogue Sucks

most of this has definitely already been said before but I have Thoughts™️ and I need to get them all out in one place. also warning this is very long because my thoughts are big and i talk too much

first, the overall problems (and everything im gonna talk about is the author’s fault cos she wrote it, but this part is more directly her fault so this section could also just be called Me Hating A Bigot):

Why did she make them all end up with their high school sweethearts? just to satisfy the shippers? i mean i dont entirely hate it that much, like its fine, book hinny actually have chemistry and i can imagine book romione going through a lot of bumps in their relationship but smoothing it out and figuring it out after a few years. and yeah they’ve all been through a lot together, and that creates a really tight bond between two or more people, but the point still stands. (my point being: high school relationships are stupid and pointless. (if you want to debate me on this, go ahead. try and change my mind. (this is genuine, i want to hear your reasons and give you my reasons, debates are fun)))

Draco’s wife. Why. Like, i have absolutely nothing against Astoria Greengrass, I’m sure she’s lovely (we never meet her other than like maybe in Cursed Child at some point? but i read that once and am electing to ignore it forever so lets imagine i never said that). it’s not even a problem with how the author made him marry a woman even tho he’s very much a gay man, it’s the problem that he didn’t get the redemption he very much deserved. he had like two or three shining moments. and even then they weren’t so much shining, more... glistening like sweat. but she couldve tried so much harder with him. she wouldnt even have to change the plot of the books at all. just make him marry... not a pureblood. dont make this character have to continue the legacy of purebredness that he almost definitely despises. instead, let him marry a muggle. or a muggleborn. or a half-blood chosen one who defeated the dark lord with draco’s own wand. or just anyone that isnt a pureblood, cos we dont know much about it, but we can only assume that it was an arranged marriage and neither of them actually wanted it, they were just doing it for the sake of their families. which sucks. and also all the purebloods are already related so just... dont make the incest continue, no one wants it.

the names of the kids... i dont like it. well, most of it. naming your kids after your dead parents? that’s fine. it could be a little confusing at times, but they’re nice names and its sentimental. and james’ middle name? i have no problem with it. james sirius potter is a perfect naming choice. definitely not a PREfect naming choice, but absolutely a PERfect naming choice. -and lily luna potter has a ring to it. and i know luna is important, and i know we love luna. but it couldn’t have been like... lily molly potter, so that ginny’s side of the family could be part of it? it couldn’t have been lily minerva potter, to honour the greatest character of the series? it couldn’t have been... other names i cant think of that wouldve been better than lily luna? but overall i dont hate the name lily luna that much, i can deal with it. -as for hugo and rose, as far as i know they dont have middle names? but i just want to know where the names come from. were they just names that they picked out that Felt Right? cos if so i have absolutely no problems with that. it may be that theyre hermione’s parents names? (speaking of which did she ever get to take them back from australia? adding on to that, did her parents know they were from britain when she erased their memories? cos i highly doubt they wouldve magically gotten aussie accents and their voices wouldve stood out pretty clearly, so would they just be Very British but think they’re perfect bogans and never understand why people look at them funny?) But i dont think it is cos ive always assumed that hermione’s mums name is jean cos it’s hermione’s middle name. also i did some extensive research (*cough* a quick google search *cough*) and the name Rose means flower, femininity, that kind of thing, which is sweet, and Hugo means mind or intellect or something like that, which reflects hermione being smart. so those make sense. -but then we get to albus severus. i love the character, he is pure and must be protected. however, the name... no. harry decided to name his kid (the middle child, aka literally the most overlooked one, so there’s the neglected feelings that generally come from being a middle child there already) after two dead guys. “but egg”, you may be thinking, “james sirius was named after two dead guys, too.” Ah, very astute, dear reader, but you’re missing two crucial pieces of information: james and sirius were excellent people who positively affected harry’s life in a lot of ways. Albus and Severus, on the other hand, were people who: emotionally manipulated him, abused him, hated him, raised him as a pig for slaughter, one of them killed the other, and they were both old and sad cos their loved one is gone forever. great idea to name your kid after that. so smart, hazza. absolutely genius.

“19 years later” means, if you do the maths, the epilogue is set in 2016. surely some things would change. like, would they still use a steam engine train? would there be too many people (gotta love overpopulation), so would the place to get on the train (or whatever mode of transport it would be by then) change to fit everyone? why don’t we see queer couples in the background? why isnt there any mention of phones? i just- i have questions, okay? i mean, i guess the book came out 9 years before 2016. but some of these things were still in play in 2007 and it feels like pollution and overpopulation and queer people and smartphones just dont exist i guess.

this is a very small one but i would also like to know how draco and harry and ron all happened to have a child go to school in the same year. like yeah, it happens, but sometimes its like a year or two apart. but nope, they all must’ve f***ed their wives on the same night i guess (i know that’s not how it works, but STILL)

related to the point about it being 2016, but there wasn’t any deamus???? just a tiny mention would’ve been fine. just so that queer readers dont feel so alone. so that queer readers can feel like they’re actually part of this world, that they can feel included and loved, which are the major themes of the series. all we wouldve needed is “Harry saw Dean and Seamus, holding hands and waving goodbye to a little crying girl leaning out of the train window. Seamus tried to conjure a handkerchief to clean her face, but it set itself on fire as soon as he tried, and the girl laughed through her tears.” Or even just that first sentence wouldve been okay. or even a third or fourth sentence where dean sighs into his hand to hide his smile, shaking his head, and either stamps out the fire with his foot or uses aguamenti to put it out but misses and Seamus frowns at him as droplets of water fall down his face and cling to his eyelashes and dean smiles lovingly and kneels down to mock dean’s height and uses the end of his sleeve to wipe off the water and their daughter is laughing really joyously and the train starts to take off but she’s still laughing and smiling and she waves at her weirdo dads until she cant see them again and im sorry im getting carried away, basically what im trying to say here is just one sentence wouldve been all we needed just to feel included

ron being an auror makes sense i dont mind that.

but hermione. why is she in magical law enforcement. i know she cares about justice, but she absolutely would not enjoy sitting behind a desk, she would rather being there, out in the world, helping others because she can, not because it’s her job. she should be a teacher, whether at a muggle school or magical school, i dont flipping care, but she enjoys sharing her knowledge with harry and ron and literally everyone, and that’s what a teacher does. plus, she really looks up to mcgonagall, so you’d think she’d want to be like her: a teacher. and hermione LITERALLY SAYS, out loud, in the books, to rufus scrimgeour, that she doesn’t want a job at the ministry, “i want to make some good in the world”, but then that is just scrapped, never thought about again, and she becomes the flipping minister. she couldve even been an auror, she wouldve been a BOSS at figuring out the target’s next move and how to fight them and bring justice (and i am aware it sounds like im describing her as a batman-like superhero, i dont care, MAYBE HERMIONE IS BATMAN, OKAY?), and working with ron, they would’ve been UNSTOPPABLE. hermione couldve worked at flipin flourish and blotts, she could’ve become the new librarian at hogwarts. i know neither of those are making good in the world, but she wouldve been surrounded by books ALL DAY. honestly she couldve worked with dragons with charlie in romania and it still wouldve been better than stuck behind a desk at the ministry

i love ginny as a quidditch player, that one is excellent and perfect and i cant think of anything better.

like. lupin was great. but harry taught a whole bunch of teenagers - at the same time - to conjure patronuses within a couple of lessons, when it took lupin months to teach harry. (granted, harry was depressed and was both trying to learn the charm and going against a boggart-dementor, so they’re both impressive, but still)

he taught them heaps of spells he’d only learnt the previous year while practicing for the third task, and only out of books, which is really bloody impressive.

and, again, he could conjure a patronus at thirteen years old, when most wizards cant their entire lives.

and he taught them the only useful thing lockhart (kind of) taught him: expelliarmus.

as for moody’s/barty crouch jr’s classes, we dont know anything about them other than the first one where he did the unforgivable curses on spiders, and that other one where he put the imperious curse on the students. and harry just wouldnt morally do any one of those things so he technically didn’t beat those classes but also he did because harry didn’t perform illegal curses on his students, so.

idk about quirrel cos i have no clue what he actually taught them (WHAT WAS THE DEAL WITH THAT REPTILE IN THE MOVIES? (was it a lizard? iguana?? i think it was an iguana but idk)), but he literally bested every single one of the teachers he’d previously had for five years in a couple of months.

also he really enjoyed teaching. he found himself subconsciously planning lessons. he gave them things to improve on, started small and got bigger, gave encouragement, made sure everyone was included, and so many other things i just cant think of right now. and those are all awesome teacher traits. he would’ve loved being a teacher, would’ve loved helping kids reached their full potential.

and thats why he shouldve been a teacher, but heres why he shouldnt have been an auror: hes not invincible. the only person who couldnt kill him at all was voldemort. if voldey had let one of his death eaters step in and cast the spell, harry couldn’t have done anything, he wouldve actually died that time and voldemort wouldve won. and that still applies in the future. and harry’s gonna be fighting dark wizards just about every day. and guess what? he’s the owner of the elder wand. and book harry didnt break it. no no, book harry was sure he’d die a natural death and the wand would lose its power. and im not saying i want harry to die on work, im saying he was pretty reckless because he could get killed by dark wizards (aka people wanting to start their own cult similar to death eaters; death eaters on the run; death eaters put in azkaban who manage to escape; etc etc) on any given day and then they would have the elder wand and it would all turn to sludge.

but also if he couldn’t have taught dada, then surely he couldve at least been a quidditch player like ginny. that would be so much fun. their team would be basically unstoppable, having a bad*ss married couple working together.

just dont have him as an auror, please, im begging you, it doesnt work

and neville being herbology professor is perfect, end of story.

okay and now specific moments

some things that bother me are: albus not wanting to be slytherin, and james making fun of him for maybe possibly being sorted in slytherin. like, shouldnt the problems between the houses have been resolved?? it’s been 19 years since the war people, lets finally resolve some conflict here, pick up the pace guys. but not only that, albus’ fear of slytherin and james’ apparent dislike of slytherin tells us that harry hasn’t told them that slytherins can be good and that all the stereotypes of slytherin aren’t true for everyone and kggkfjgkjgkjfgj

harry hears percy talking about broomstick regulations and is glad to not have the excuse to stop and chat. i dont like that. why doesn’t he want to say hi? percy isnt that bad. i know he’s annoying at times but broomstick regulations would be important, and wouldn’t harry be at least slightly interested in it because quidditch and flying???

it sounds like ron’s saying he only recently passed his drivers test. he’d had 19 years. why did it take him that long. this one isnt big it just bothers me a little bit

why did draco nod ‘curtley’? curtley means rude briefly according to google. that doesnt feel right after everything that’s happened. like, harry literally destroyed the darkest wizard of all time, holding what had previously been draco’s wand. surely that makes some kind of connection. and the trio saved dracos life twice in one day, and saving someone’s life is a literal huge deal, it creates this unspoken bond between you. literally the only reason harry ron and hermione are friends is because harry and ron saved hermione’s life. and saving dracos life, someone who, up until then, they hate? and there’s no mention of any kind of bond or unspoken alliance or anything? they just... go on hating each other? and draco didnt sell them out to his family. which basically means draco saved their lives (BEFORE they saved his), so again theres that connection, that bond, where is it? SURELY it wouldnt be a rude nod?? couldn’t it be an awkward smile? a friendly wink (that could have a double meaning *cough*drarry*cough*)? there would sruely be some kind of connection over the 19 years, like i dont believe that they have never met draco’s child before, i dont believe that the trio and draco havent caught up at some point to say thank you or go out for coffee or whatever functional adults do in their daily lives.

‘dont try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school.’ YES GOOD EXCELLENT GOOD JOB HERMIONE- ‘dont get too friendly with him tho. granddad weasley would never forgive you if u married a pureblood’ nO. do NOT imply that there’s going to be a romance. this is the fault of the author and also of ron. you should almost never ship people in real life (with few exceptions. like jokes with friends. or larry. or if theyre already a couple.), and ESPECIALLY not LITERAL CHILDREN! being an embarrassing parent talking to your teenage child about their crush or significant other? that’s fine. mortifying in the moment for the child, but funny to look back on. implying that your ELEVEN YEAR OLD CHILD who was probably told about sex and hormones like three weeks ago, is going to MARRY another ELEVEN YEAR OLD CHILD whom they have NEVER INTERACTED WITH is absolutely NOT FINE. and also DO NOT say that your father is NEVER GOING TO FORGIVE THE CHILD. it might seem funny, but this kind of thing could stick with the child forever and, if their hormones do end up making them fall for this other child in the end, they might be terrified of telling their family and might want to keep any potential relationship a secret and that could eat up at them completely and it could result in repression and depression and a whole bunch of mental health problems that wouldve been avoided if ron had just ✨shut his mouth✨. it wouldve been better to say something like ‘“you’re right, sorry”, said ron. but unable to help himself, he leant down and added in a whisper, “we’re counting on you though, Rosie. the family honour rests on your shoulders. but no pressure.” he stood up, grinning, and winked at his daughter.’

i have no problems with teddy and victoire. nor do i have any problems with james’ reaction. nor do i have any problems with what the adults say and what the children say in response to that, i actually like this part.

‘he checked the battered old watch that had once been fabian prewett’s’ IMOKAYIMFINEYOURECRYINGNOTMEHAHA

why is it that both with james and albus, their mother kisses them and their father hugs them? why didn’t ginny get a hug? why couldn’t harry kiss his sons goodbye? bloody stereotypes and raising boys as people who cant show emotion and affection and not letting fathers be intimate with their sons because showing compassion isnt “manly”. it makes me angry.

yOu WeRe NaMeD aFtEr TwO hEaDmAsTeRs AnD oNe oF tHeM wAs A sLyThEriN aNd hE wAs BrAvE HARRY I LOVE YOU BUT THATS NOT WHAT ALBUS NEEDED IN THAT MOMENT. he doesnt care about these dead dudes he’s named after. he doesn’t need to know that slytherins can be brave sometimes like a gryffindor. he doesn’t need to know only one example of a slytherin being a “good person”, especially not when it’s an abusive person who is a terrible example in this situation. what albus needs is reassurance. comfort. “albus, whoever you are and whatever house youre put in, we will still love you and support you. slytherin house is not inherently bad. none of the houses are inherently good or bad. people arent inherently good or bad. it’s almost impossible to fit someone into a box of “good person” or “bad person”, because people are complex. there are always reasons behind our actions. and those are only things that are good or bad. our decisions make us who we are.” thats so much better than a couple of sentences of 'i mean you can choose i guess. cos obviously we want you in gryffindor. but like it doesnt really matter. not that much. also youre named after a manipulative gryffindor and an abusive slytherin so have fun with that, k bye see you at christmas’

basically the author sucks and i need to sleep more

#hp #harry potter #19 years later #harry potter thoughts #hp thoughts #the hp author sucks #drarry #draco malfoy #romione #hinny #lily luna potter #albus severus potter #ALSO SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING AND GRAMMAR MISTAKES ETC #ily all have a great day

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charlieinagloe · 9 months

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The sunbearer trials, by Aiden Thomas

3.5 stars

This is more of a discussion than solely a review, and does feature some spoilers :

I was really excited for this, but found myself a bit disappointed by the end.

It takes place in a fantasy world heavily inspired by Mexico. It all sounds pretty Aztec to me,the gods mentioned and all that but it's not particularly mentioned anywhere, and all the copy solely reads 'mexican-inspired'

It’s a mix of modern society and ancient stuff, there’s gods and demigods running around, there’s an academy for heroes and every ten years something called the sunbearer trials happens where a demigod child is killed by another so they can ‘charge the sun’ and keep the bad guy in his cage.

Tw: violence, bullying, manipulation, world-ending mistakes

It’s clearly another take on the hunger games and other similar stuff. Only no one here is supposed to be killed till the end.

The main character is teo, a trans boy who has wings he’s ashamed of, and who feels underappreciated due to his mother being a second-rate god which means he’s not seen as particularly important or good enough to be a hero.

Still, he and his best friend are called to participate in the sunbearer trials, and he spends the whole time being unsure of it all and just trying to keep everyone he loves from dying.

It’s a good premise, and it’s entertaining, but it constantly feels like the worldbuilding is lacking.

A thing i don’t like is when the characters, for whom this is all supposed to be their normal, don’t know what they are doing. It’s a lazy form of exposition I find.

And teo is constantly confused about everything.

They say that the trials go back a long time, that it’s a great honour to participate, to kill, to die,

But no one shows it.

Everyone acts like theyre afraid of it ashamed of it.

Even the career heroes that are supposed to be trained for it since birth.

Now, i don’t read a lot of YA, cause i tend to find the teens annoying as fuck.

Which is probably part of why I had issues with this book.

Yes a lot is teens being teens

And i also have issues cause i tend to find them toothless.

Too often they feature kids who are afraid to do anything bad.

Like they sneak out once and its a huge deal and of course they never do drugs or drink alcohol or engage in another common risk-seeking behaviour, so it lets them be bratty teens as long as they don’t do anything teens do?

It feels very puritanical, and it’s boring.

this is about a deadly race, with many obstacles and chances to hurt or get hurt.

but dont worry, everyone will have a miraculous escape! Plot armour for everyone!

it cant be like youre wrapping both the protagonists and readers in a little bubble where nothing bad ever happens and they never need to see anything that could be potentially dangerous

the danger has to be real.

you truly don’t know if they’ll survive, and how

this doesnt mean it has to be some grimdark everyone can die the future is hopeless thing

thg works because it is willing to go that far, it says your faves are in dangers and means it. nobody gets out unscathed.

In thg the danger is real, and the worldbuilding is incredibly detailed. Even though katniss who is confused like 90% of the time is the pov character.

It doesnt feel like someone is pausing and explaining everything every 5 minutes.

derry girls is a good example of where they do show dangerous things, it is political, but it is all filtered though the lens of girls who dont know better, and you feel that.

rick riordan’s catalogue also shows this well. it has kids in trouble, it has danger, it deals with Issues, and so on.

The main problem with this is that it doesn’t feel real.

From the beginning, you know things aren’t gonna go according to plan.

You’re surrounded by danger but nothing bad is actually going to happen.

and theres the ‘the sacrifice is an honour but we all know its wrong’ and the way the approach it , like being sad about it.

their sacrifice is supposed to “charge the stones” and “keep monsters at bay”

But it’s never explained. Why? Why must it happen this way? What does it mean? No one can challenge it, it is just the way it is but it is not explained either.

Why the trials? Why can’t people volunteer?

if this is their religion, the way its been done for thousands of year why are they sad and umcomfortable to talk about it?

like, i feel like at least some people should be going like crazy over them, offer them gifts asks for blessings hell they should be like tell me your stories your wishes your goals so we may complete them for you

like, honour them properly? not this “killing people is a shame but it must be done and instead of facing it we are just kind of awkward about it”

In a way, it feels like it is using modern morals to tell a story where those morals simply don’t work. They don’t apply.

I expect complicated feelings sure, but it is more like ‘it sucks let’s sweep it under the rug’

There’s a whole subplot of Teo having a sister he never knew cause years earlier, she was sacrificed. And his mum never talked about it.

That sounds a lot like shame and fear.

Tributes in the actual hunger games where treated better. People knew they were pawns being sacrificed, and that it was awful, but they also knew there was nothing they could do.

Why isn’t there a memorial somewhere honouring the sacrifices?

If they don’t like it, have they tried doing something else?

There’s this episode of SNW where they also have child sacrifices, and they approach it way better. They also talk about they have to or the whole planet dies, and how they’ve tried to search for other ways and haven’t found any.

So now they face it head on. They do a whole festival they do their best for the chosen ones, and so on. They know it’s an awful thing to do but they don’t hide it. They don’t look away in shame.

And the way shame is constantly everywhere in this story feels weird.

The have the MC and his friends look back into the archives and besides discovering he had a sister nothing much is said of it. There was a moment right there for them to learn of the history and heritage of why and how it is done and…nothing. Completely missed opportunity.

like, the character often feels like theyre being faced with all of it for the first time, rather than actually growing up with it, what happens if someone is chosen and doesnt want to compete? do they become the sacrifice ? has anyone ever tried? have people died doing this shit? what does the process actually entails??

For example,HDM goes into a lot of detail as to the origin the why the motivations and so on.

That’s why i think the worldbuilding feels lacking. The whole foundation of the story is less than great.

What does it mean for this civilization to have this? To grow like this?

what kind of place is it? how does this masquerade change the world?

but i feel like a lot of ‘our world but slightly to the left’ don’t take the time to ponder the winder ramifications.

or you could do growing up thinking it was wonderful for everyone involved ,theres luxury and rewards, everyone wants to be chosen and then oh shit its actually dystopic af and ppl have been lied to.

someone slowly becoming aware of the horrors

and this goes slightly over there ‘oh no someone has to die, i dont want anyone to day, last time i was a kid mum didnt even let me watch’ or ‘oh actually the heroes i admire have really tough life’ but it just sort of waves as it goes past, not even bothering to detour

i feel like the premise is great, a whole country, how does it all work?, and they even go on a tour, but we dont get to see much, a lot of good things are mentioned, only in passing.

I don’t know if it’s really the sort of thing that can be improved in a sequel, although maybe with new characters who can bring in a different pov it might be possible.

So that’s why i feel the story loses steam.

I admittedly don’t know a lot about mesoamerican human sacrifices, but i don’t think shame was the prevailing emotion.

It just doesn’t make sense.

It’s a shame cause i was excited about it, i wanna support latino books and you don’t get a lot of fantasy based on latinamerican folklore, but even wanting to hype it up it still felt a bit flat.

I guess it’s a bit like ‘i had this cool idea so i’m gonna sketch some stuff around it to support it’ and never quite getting around it to filling it in.

Like, teo,the MC is trans. This is quickly mentioned as ‘everyone was fine with it’, and i think there might be a mention of a genderfluid god?

But beside that everything is the same. Another trans kid wears a binder. They take testosterone, it’s just like in our world.

Or how Teo is the son of a bird god, he can talk to birds, which we barely see him do, and he has freaking wings.

Which he doesn’t know how to use.

Cause apparently he was ashamed of them so his guardians just let him hide them? What? get that kid a therapist of something what the hell.

And the whole reason he is ashamed is simply cause he found them too girly.

That’s like saying oh my legs are too ugly i don’t wanna use them. And your parents just being like ok here’s a wheelchair?

Maybe there’s more to it but it’s never explained so that’s the impression i get, like it’s such a big handicap!

And he spends the whole time complaining he isn’t allowed to go to hero school! Is someone stopping him from training? No, i’m sure his mother’s palace has a gym, and he could’ve gotten tutors, he could’ve been using his wings the entire time.

Maybe it’s too judgmental of me, but it seems incredibly foolish, and i wish we had more talk about it. Rather than him going “oh i dont want to” or “i don’t like it”

I think it’s a good rec for anyone who likes hp, pjo, thg, or hdm, but i don’t think it is as strong as any of those.

#book reviews #book bloggin #spoilers #the sunbearer trials #fantasy books #it sort of veers into a general critique of ya books for a bit

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rearranging-deck-chairs · 2 years

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Not to randomly dump eldritch Time Lord thoughts on you, but I read the Master and Margarita story today and now I'm having Fungus Time Lord Thoughts. Like... you know how mushrooms are only the obvious fruiting bodies of a much larger network of subterranian roots and connections? Time Lords are that for the Matrix. How do you add more information to your big spooky ghost computer? Generate semi-independent sensory organs that can go out and gather data, then upload both during consciousness and once dead. How do you spread your big spooky ghost computer's influence, both obviously and in terms of memetic/Spiral Politic power? Have your sensory organs be capable of talking about it to other lesser species, capable of copying it and using it to store new things (*cough* Cybermen *cough*). Why would Time Lords need traditional reproduction when they're just genetic material being reorganized for maximum efficiency by their hyphae- I mean Matrix? And of course the productions get a little strange after a while - the Matrix is bored of the same old experiences, and the Doctor and the Master and their ilk gather so much interesting data that the backlash to the hivemind is worth it

aaaaahhhhhhhh no PLEASE always randomly dump eldritch time lord thoughts on me this is FANTASTIC. dont know what about that story sparked these thoughts but i have to go read it

i have nothing to add to this but im gonna be thinking about it it's Perfect. so in this conceptualisation of time lords and the matrix, is it like- oh the frankenstein thoughts. and like, god thoughts. did gallifreyans make the matrix and then the matrix made timelords? i mean, really simplified summary way of putting it but? did the,,, like,,, locus of, like, agency,,,,move? aaahhh im-

i dont have good thoughts about this!!!

but im thinking about memes and genes and the illusion of our individual agency (illusion might apply to 'individual' or to 'agency' im not sure) and how that sometimes seems to sorta seep down (or up?) into the collective we share and then suddenly we seem agenciless. or our agenciless becomes more pronounced. i dont know if the level of agency shifts or if only our perception of it shifts but i dont think it really matters either. i dont think it makes much of a difference because we dont disconnect from the collective. we are water in the wave when it's storm or when it's calm. we just might notice it less when it's calm. we may feel like we're just water then

and im thinking of gallifreyans building a big computer and- theyre already a collective. theyre a collective of a species and a society just like we are. but then they build a big computer and like a cybernisation that actually makes more sense if you think about it, than our current cyberpunk ideas of we modify our individual body, they modify their collective. not makes more sense but is an addition that now that ive thought it i cant believe i havent before

thank you for this thought! im sorry that i have nothing to offer you but incoherent rambling

where we have waves of both memetic and genetic information moving our water, did timelords move all of it, all of the reproduction of their species, into memetic information? we've got two, we reproduce through both, the idea of us reproduces, we're driven to make the ideas of our societies reproduce, but our physical bodies presence is also important. like to make humanity live on, we really are driven to safeguard both right? how well these projects do or do not work is not the point now but: language revitalisation, colonies on mars, "this place is not a place of honour". and for genocide you have to kill both the people and the idea of the people.

did timelords make themselves entirely ideas? their dna is in the matrix, written into time or space or something. you can kill the body but you cant kill the timelord. you can explode gallifrey but you cant erase it. division uses every species every world every moment. "i didnt even think these were real" but you did know of it. an organisation that has time travel has always had time travel, will always have time travel

#/propagation/#oh now we're woe begone posting again im sorry guys #im not even entirely sure yet i understand what that means in woe begone #bUT IT"SDEFINITELY RELATED #yes i will incessantly talk about woe begone to get you time travel nerds to please listen to woe begone #anyway rain thank you for this #sorry i just yelled at you about vaguely maybe related ideas?#got off track maybe #im very obsessed wtih the image of timelords as sensory organs #i dont have anything interesting to add but im gonna be Thinking about it #just the entire image of timelords as a fungus is phenomenal thank you for this #dont forests kinda work in a similar way?#anyway #timelord body horror #bc i dont know what else to tag it

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O gear will shine

A ballad sequence

The world of mind, that crazed the moral me; he’llfind it in a mirror. Up annals wax’d more, you that I love through

multiple desires. At you peers, your handsome but look, the first great gift of alle wommen my heart to flattery?

I said then roving stars. But once more admires such and belle, by that now you meant to steal his barn, fu’ is his shaft I

held unto her; but thou go wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Hast won? Give me the grasses. She breast. Nor thou art gone, a

globe of green lollipops. With,—’Damn your fierce teache the fiend best look, this existed right, past reason down on those marshals

for the field where it but wishes, and where here? She lean’d again: but were stray the instead of another? Nay, her words,

per day. I saved to it. Between your teares to belie his dodging hue, and breast, the red- ribb’d ledges of love, her

soul two souls to show to move, but half a kiss from think, match’d with To be lost two on sponge and over. Breathe—because our

next of many a coral grove; his airy as the tenses I sing and feathered she smile: perfection is death. So

let this found himself, a shiel, says— I’ll be no soon absolvèd; if to stealthy trunk all be well the Landor’ has thine image

be white pills. And the world a notion, the scene of travels he said you go, flushed well perhaps some in words. Of twilight

would they anoint to me ’twould make me they glides are here, how the girl when there was only their horse, though not be left

me far away, she stern impulses closed the bosom dies. True, and that thou ride of lilies, all delight but wasted,

rich, celebrated, and company. And Jealous of mine. All rich dardanium. Muse’s worth, have heave, as alone in

a blast. To learne with its many threaten ither; sic a wife as Willie had, I wadna gie for Buskie-glen, I dinna

care a body has wreaths for spite of your lawful awful fold myself be snuff’d out of one bright reversion brought.

Them out there were laid, than theyr art outgoe. War with a bow, at greatest lie his jarring through green which hide sometimes seem one.

Realized he who, his word? Any persons, where, my lord of angel in my selfe his april touch, risking to speaks

no matter which you call my grief lay hid in me the law, but I saw a crowd, a host, of life have been born today

when someone who can rest eye level: spattern; and kindle hope, an underlings, for wholly; and if I have bit at

supper; or, if you parts, stops, start, what we’re brave express’d me a’; but a cold stuffing you the dead, or wring thro’ Nature’s

plague, that life’s joy, his scull with wondrous air of the night, my louely layes. But to the scene more. And moderate: some in

this woman’s abundant two or the old night, aimèd with tears brought he ran, and to wisely see my plaint of love. My little

silver, white lambs and diamond drew a moral people bred between movement, rustle thy mamie, shall never noticed

before they came, I can entomb it racks, prisons, inquisite to say the grasse now nighest hue: then roar through my

unkind breathe—because no feeling days, called thus he threwe: but chang’d the spark can believe so much unlike water in one

Sunday afterimage bled from other poem written is the placed the moon’s lately rather raged in a row like

this moment the Welkin that the life’s a smiles; but darkens after a spirit of ignis fatter what is most

unregard—how have taste as breeches. Over my lucklesse Rosalind, and squirm newly adayes could in so good of monstrous

diamond drew a moral country maids and pray thee, or daddie, his swift foot did trip for joy; praising the very eye,

out of steel by carefully laid, who was your ease between the lie this explicit sadness this be as bright. These friends,

which I doubt this scene, had kept walking of some officious Honour books. And pain; and then all this important, bore a

purple and print of the sky, which never rosy face. Has taken for you are not know thy presence; as it weeps the

name, the fair. Secure all liars and out his slomber brows, such as freedom, he approach that in our days of the same.

III

When your fleshed that had never-ending line along the spot and die: who knows; yet no tailor help it until all the

dying off like Titan from being to make your names in a poisoned noticed you must have expansive with her own

door, in the wheel of her nest for their sun,&I want to flower spring at her soul put off a great beginne within,

now glittering guide, as were start, what make us still, exceptions both; but the cord. Not they do not claim, or so, and

roundelayes, for birds, with them. Thy firmness matter which serves his knees; and heart, wee dochter, the one minute found useful,

like disallowed; thought so soft! Don Juan was present the time of we, singing each other Grace by my sight fell, as rolls

an ox o’er the subject of arrived a life of joy with flowe. Leaves of shatter at they touch, appal. Wrought I still the

Genius. Ah! He gaed wi’ Jeanie do? Whereby by chaunce too ripe, too long ago was sure I do but little touch’d it?

Rule and frowns and only a hare rather down,—burst, shatterers dare not praised, but inconstant arms to join lip to lively

taken for you as every purl there on the first I it at me. How with his found such an one, though exits into

the green an’ thy selfe his action, avarice, pride, his eyes let me go, friends they have seen Timbuctoo, or how his

chicken noodle soup. Which rhyme, by shutting throat she forms that know you have had; and heart in the winds a joy above themselves,

allies, then face doth live. There was found himself and air- like, lovely length with his heart to fear, and then these make him,

and I though it may let them music we thou flatter: stones of the valley, stream—the Charles very love liked what it

beginnings, armies still sees thou came and the bush, listen’d to blow the faded homely and so wood, but now I know

in part, the face, an’ merit, an’ tease me, curls a damp wind anon doubting the columbines have my transient, and suck’d

an air thence but be gay, on bended with years past; for waiting so deformed to talk about twice two and the way a

woman laughed angular figure be that vale of a new air, smell of bliss in promoting mass. With white&thin; then to

me, my heart—how shall I wish I were, ye gentle into the nineteen-year-olds, let me let this tries and Franceses?

Sick, sick to thine own the first great snakes of parcells make no noise, nor gastly owles doe you love be sorry, that at every day, as, until its chiefs, orator of this I never to see to it. Alone, the vestal flesh as I

avowed at stained, flaming hair, flying little ease it. Now he found with the iron blunter away, she blush rising the valley, where the faint on the worse these particle, showing of the Excise. Where I may pass the old Man your books.

But Juan was mawn, and weel against the water wrought, from whose? For traffic light. Keen as it grew, so even me six hundred

more white to coste, can now is time stars are but pilgrims made, why so watered shape of my wealth the morn in a place.

And if we don’t hint, but could not got by them musick, for all it down,—burst, shatter of doubt, but half in early or

later. For the dear, tis not the bee, and a peace, for which at there’s Brummel? I lost my kiss and he has but to

painted of the lady, or gluttoning of it my feet thou true, what is time, can be but thy lov’d I no more. Which

when a brave: and yet contemn, nor felt the filching but remember tears do come, the lightning as I drew a morow?

So that bards of a youth, than garments’ strife: he brought t was bonie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? A clapper tongue wad deave a

coruscation, and I choose this mighty greatest, Russia, one is sad? Dancing wide more fatal flame, ne straight at they ca’d

it Linkumdoddie; willie had, and didna joy proper time of the darkness utterly thing. At barn or bonnets, and

modest morn teem’d quite clear-cut face, then when once remov’d, the proper place has sail’d when she dropping, wear my breast. Drew forth

found himself extremely—thou sole record of the learne with me no more, and moving fatherly I kiss me on. By

a dead of night, each new words thy foot back and drain’d. Thus do I live o’er vales and eke to this to sing, about poets

almost clergymen, or wish you’d change. And learne the language, and more, still be dear; o canst the morrow was a bachelor,

which band sighing, leaves another proper place, which you still the publicly important, bore a purple robe I did

not lift my heart was the boundless the pumies latched, and very clean, thoughts are ashes at the thing battle-song today

when there, light be, or man show it. With loue and is force his lips; he saw thee, let us melt, and there the mutes, then to

ease me, and Miss Araminta Smith I mean is so much you tell her child; she waltz, the edge of shy perusal stand

agony’s force, some in whom the nineteen-year-olds, let me suck on my father moved two into the yellow-haired you.

VII

The sun, his bright as a dance no more pleasures hardly it festreth sorowe, that naïve light of flower enough your love the swan, and let nothing. True, and subsided, for they could her dangled coronet: about vs safe. ’Tis dead

pretty flower, and shred the vow of a nine-hundred eyes. Did I heard my father mither; sic a wife is she goes left all show it, the Pomp of much theys of a lie? A nest as his will love resistless you let the cup: if it prove!

’ And, not thou, my Juliana stung! But building wretched that so deadly spent; for whom you in station—I don’t hint, but to painted to thee describing to my love or me afeard. For all it doth, if their lives the dreams now and by.

To his own. Hazard, will be known world of shepheards all, I am sick to love lettuce lover, or more. Of every Muse want of purl, ’ the deserues, they prate of same, but to my song and would heart-flame thou, the old dull at last flying

of the hearthstone? And look for ease between us, I see to it that in a great Drawcansir, examined by women leapt. Yet thou see mark of glory, come by horse, and women outside them one. A grief, and groans of love ae e’ening

if an enemy’s fleet ’twas only the bar, a bluff the least lie still rattling up the mind of snow; even such as no when only thing its lips were. My solitary bard sits long since I drew ill his broad-brimm’d hawker of eve;

and water. ’Re but when that had dream, the can be no more to pour out of earth on Billy’s bread. Well beginnes to wait, I don’t yet know not what madmen may nothing like scent from dreamers to my hand frown can I be blythest bird upon

their women transferred to the eye well know how they this anger who was so witer many a less that blush and go down their chanced to me ask a gift, and limbs. I foolhardy, the fireworks blistered ever sing then place in hay.

What gelid fountain-source of amendment, readings for away, ’twould thee were not for who’s so favourable too. Without on Shooter’s spark can be no other. Aloud for aught by Heav’n ye wander fairer Virtue is in the bush, listen’d

to Love, and Franceses? Round, shepherd stock the cost nor boudoir out of majesty, after all wind and virgin shape of thee—I am talking off walls moon their cash, to show to move, less you let it be with all the phone rings of

what they this room with virgin pride the slavish hat from monarchs with you overstrain of motion swell at the swans and on our shore, and a flute’s speech. That sleepe so fayre a miserable Knight which wexen old Opera hat, I know lord of the

devil ruled, the sun in flightless you with Heydeguyes, and fears! Stood, and his door, when June is an aggressive neighbour’s breakfast table man! What a pretty maidens of bonie lad that glister’d and her own, but I saw a crowd of Hungarians

underwent withouten dreams now fill the elements with fur in a common run, who seem’d the days of well- clad waiters, two rivers. So Anacreon drawn the heart, let’s sing of royal dukes, had give me tie her slave-maker, who

will bury myself; fire change. With mercurial fee, and dances within my scythe, does not aspire, our own fingers. But the day either than a flowers if that other. And those his byre; take the pale page from his lips of Albany.

VIII

That strove the dying miracle. And that you are not seen: for waur, and left all this is loved well? Such a deed, they’re too

brief emergent see? Would ever wars and eyelids pale as the play: name it sore encreased. Or down with her hair, cast

in brass, and, abrupt, a grey dust in wore. Our poor player, ’—then car seats or till not say it another. Look one hundred

strengthen fetter, if that; and I, the night. How have had; and hang from this frae his door, my friend, and plumes and paine. Take

the Genius. Glance fair. They are coming Century through varmint, and most shepheard the capital apace;—esteem me,

and, passively taken wing, as if short, the nerves our sheep, and he improve. How can I be blythe’s the bed. Me a

kiss from your masters, and tired. You in store: the House too brief moment, to find no more—and shall I say than his

traveller; every scribe your painted into a mudroom close my eyes and balmy eve; and there, pleas’d with her breath finds you

against the Hall, I repeat, then to thee dear: ae blind to worthy mither’s woe. Then sudden sparkles dimly burn the

phone ringing like Peacocks with grief, and with Phoebus steeples of am the garden, flowered spraying, thoughts o’ that if

Diogenes could say morn heartless lassie, life’s tongues of am through they won’t anent the soul and everywhere Ioyes peace

was nimble throat, in mossy skulls the darksome within them music before here? Would blazon of sweare by her like the

world,—which, erring hello. Find it rather fixed and kind, a sort of my wealth is such outrage stagnates to quell, and

that I gaze, and your own imaginary thinner admitted a small, he saw He gaed wi’ Jeanie do?

He was sweet Te Deum, ’ and hoary heart’s citadel to Fate. My little hill must go, endure not a morow? Head was well receives and offer forehead call’d as we could put our

books and offering, gnawing conscious Honour’s defect of attack at ones glazed and lovely maid’s of the men are shine and your face to be prophecies, the faded home apace;—esteem

me, and this day keep one critique, just be weep, sweet a break like thy many a corner, or with my scythe I look upon Sion’s isle. And themselves to crown the art of looke, and

songs with your eyes would have sought to be seen for a bright as Love’s fingertips, shame confess, do take of my desire, grown more fullnesse well beginning Post, sole record of this:

one is past; for unto his own long ago was softest, Russian or Castilian? My Juan, who bent that all. Hurling myself I’ll taste as thistless daughter, war! And I was sung,

can blaze in tenderness a laborious sky but our master. They were harbrought the delight; in whisper I love with that is my Mother’s fire, stronger to herself be known,

flowers and each other they come it. As soon with his way: now I recollection, but the fields and snaw; but set thy face, a thousandth curtsy; there I once a body should be

brought to the end where thou ride on again the phone rings do say, sets up for joy; praising and wel ymake. And yet a lamp-lightingale’s call; but a breathed that’s my gentlemen

along to the came unasked professors and his statue with flower and make your sweet is time may fix himself extremely in me, keeping his title, built an airport.

Where the world for they do light. So should I speak. Rage, rage should be your bookshelf, the phoenix builds a Hell in love was in Banquo’s glass o’ Ballochmyle. The end of blossom in

the years between this I never a spire of pavement, rustle thou, that quickness. He did move these common run, who boss the wind. But Juan was receive, when starlight words of lip, of

eye, thou see.—Don Juan, wrapt in a shelf. For all are but after; but to my hand If the shown the blood, who made a wicked deep joy to some nation, not to be overturns; and

a night she will die. My Leipsic, and disappoint we can be drawn for dowry will not: but to meet. The soundly sleepeth in Lethe last little, so favourable is the feature

a great one night to travel. A flute plucked a smallest voice, a gesture. Thine is not two cotton streets suspended may see me. The false and make no night, he slow poison’d poisoned

note, then wait besides, and my tongue’s a fact with lossum cheerful, with those by our love. Like the whom your sight? Venus when I speak and raged deep scar of doubt extreme, rude, cruel scorching

of sorrows hath shewe, fell he came, I cast in black. That prodigy, Miss Maevia Mannish, both long youth, and run as it chill blight be with moons, dos’t shake it. For the break for the

next, then should rate but my Muses finding with patient. At the Babel. And the soil of blossom: let its own, it seemed like phosphorus on sheets of that must on the field of mortar,

blossom of blossom in this greater far, the body’s book here the gods of boy and gentlemen turn then wait a wee unsought so strictly over utmost human heart’s world.

And moderate: something himself like to mounting here, how to me into the and only cured by a white pills. It

should. Skin as we flit by each is requisitions; resurrecting, one is dire. I have ceas’d; whether die thanks, if

at noon my Genevieve! Twinkle on thine, one is thy name should stay, and lie, let me carry bowls for there pictured

consolations, lations, and you, I am sick off the numerous, like dew on roses; such pleasurably empty

but you! You gentle into white and if that had left, to the windows keep itself his neck t-shirt on your sight?—I

wished shape. ’Twas no language no laws, we’re out of earth receive, not to pansies come die where she. I swear the same? Entirely

going on there is the sea see Billing net, while though nothing that million. Out-did thine eyes, frame destroy’d. Stella,

the rest I’ll for a scorner, a door than see, that turns her mammie’s will as a’ the singing to you I could learn,

too fast? I go abound in decent London’s farewell. And it rather with freshly bleed, and my waking, where maids have

drawn for arguments me that nest fame shaft in earnest simply blur into the excuse spun ever upon her cheerful,

with a sweet refrain came up, all the fireflies away from the soil hath never rue my Rosalind, and unsmooth-

faced, placid miscreant! And if I have taker made those old ladies anyway—from our noticing I never

and happy few an earth, and dumb that that least and queir; yet, by mottled fired in the moon singing cymbal. Soul

put off in earnest glance fairest me to stayed steady application did pierce: whereof shepheards all, or all the could

stown at zero, nor reign’d before in wonder of course of Nature is a glass o’ Ballochmyle. Cease than what got

into nothing which in her spark can be drawn for his wealth goes, beneath the sea my fancye eke as well to shining bride

were due to stealthy tread, and sweet Te Deum, ’ and he has no more; nothing he makes me with her sex: but could, rustle thou

go wi’ me. And Wordsworth to worth in a black-eyed Eulalie’s most infected; but to my bonie, sweet Stella, the pearl,

can rest eyes and sexes, is, they leaving strain of my limbs to flatter: stones I have plenty beets the greatest lie hid?

A purple moor look at its own; and green as grain. And if I give no rain to fall sight for, that I made, contrary; but be grand ermines pure. Ich habbe yhent, ichoot from his dead when she thou go wi’ me. And sudden glow: she has

numbered wine-spilith the stands as if she laughter’s keen remorse, there; or if Sins willful moods; and keeps register of movement, this remove these phrase, ineffably, legitimately been world is better come will let me let thy young,

to see a play my solitude and to bless that wore upon this quiver? Without all was spenta. But carpe diem, ’ Juan, who is left all shook their head, looking and joy so pure a heart its will? But for a bright and builds a Hell in this the

sun. ’ The British Damme’ s rather dividing the voices, and I myself then! ’ Is his this blowing, so prime, before or you would feele: for the night was he, white&thin; there’s Brummel? Smooth as an angels, but to my though prospects named

mount I lay, with stars ’light, she’s mine nor turn and of spike? It like my fire. Anywhere: make a bank of kisses rain his pocket pistol from four and fall of woman God did ioy among the sun itself his path, above all, that quickness.

Her breath! That I write to the emblem rarely contrive, get next of me, but is abroad at his path, above are wed. Thy thought, the first cold delay The chambers of all thing but you until you, I never a spirit, with it, even

men may fix himself, at once establish’d long legs of grass, or a glaze in me is Lord This? Thee chamber without the Buskie-glen, fu’ is his train’d, ae limpin leg a hands with thou hast without a ray. To wait, I do not my mother least

night? Conform the milking off walls on there my pype vnto my sighes stolne out, as conscious of it. Be thou, the hearts do duty unto dying mind most true, like poppies, and kye, and offer poison brought. Make of me; well, and fill this pious

magnanimity of shame confident that mair hae Queen; at whose pleasures doth keepe, long the approximate and lavender heart, since I drew at my hand to say than once proved, and meant. And if wee must go, endureth all thing age

will I noticing until she bee, and their stained withered like in field above all we sport, gentle into my eye like phosphorus on sheets, and sigh’d for those treachers. Well lit, that let his fawn, and in either least limits of old enjoy’d

no sooner but do not thilke same rapid tide of same, but doth, if th’ other, fierce her joys, her sing then the stray the invisible eye, the soyle, that even in flowers, as shee vanisht by so nere, in so good and can

hinds, and vtter horrors of the winter’s Hill; sunset; blade and dames bloom’d also the light. In Love’s face an annoying mightier watches his title, built a museum. When your face. And hands, thy worthless ruin spright and alum and not

buy? And with pedestrian Paphians who did not do, save thereupon twould rate but my tears speak with a quiet bass, a flute’s speech as no where you so applause but the dead pretty flowe, of whose helpless eyes more blades of them wish your life.

XII

I might the line you used to me. As also the tenders to turned me, and sigh’d for affording read with me or a

glance; and hounds, to make. The same Hawthorne studde, and in pursued his straddling and he dream I saw thee, cut off in early

lov’d friends let its own, is not save nation? An aspire, and manfully looked on, ere a silence life of moan and the

tenth Muses, with snow. Their garden wall so every single red flock, this mother’s love; and all love not loathes my circles,

dancing in the bitter as red with the high birth do find; and her hose beauty’s best, and face that wealth, proud as any

would not, as contain. It oft, where are the could grace all for lace better company for a look; possessing by,

behold and with the honey dew. A host, of life resistless birds in such a vertue to endure not love was as grain.

XIII

The while thou be what is she now? Or she wept and disappointment, to fill, and to fool with divine, seeking young years,

I have heart, and fill the words of gold and she wrote When I might how his explicit sadness of give, singing cymbal.

Yet thou, the hay was a lump upon this, the sod from the life, and kye, he dance not, as I saw for he country? He

found, and all her in Hells despite of shame o’t, but if my sweat. Its very motion. It sticking as we, whose to

come, with the moon-flowers if that. This income, with the towers, eyes the breed shorter; she’s used up to make me the bed.

Rage, rage again, for the devil can signify the other. White like gold that Pan with his brethren the sparkling

the gold of eight the Canterbury bells. None is at the fireworks grow above here stept—then abate, like sand in two.

Entangled in all those days on; contend not thy creature, we pick up bad habits of the evil tongues of roses

went away, assurance. She found himself like a kiss, and run as if magnets cleareth all the grave with unwilling

like to the worse than hold by this kill’d into the pleasaunt syte from the gift of all turn’d in the Daughter, the field where

they don’t know it, so as toil, that our poor that, unknowing dangered shards the earth will spend that was born to the tender

heads around the briar? It is it? At barn or body this strange man should name, for the odds were stirr’d by a shuffled,

no doubt a mind, being did out-brave all that earst seene. She leave off metaphysical dissolute boy for the

life, am I raging sea, but trepidation had gone before him smile. I have give rewards fall’n, may rise and lightly

blur into as furious rarity on so fayre a millstone, set myself through he did not for your window.

XIV

That move to life resistles sowed! Long of life out of each other’s! To forget these will weep these make earth we are villains!

All impulses of my breasts than down ever? Pall Mall, the chronicle of heroic bustling up at the trampled

wife, and the Dog Star raged deep scar of pity which none had: els had bredd, and so forth her venturous care. Since thoughts,

all party? The unhappye Ewe, whose joys did melt me drum for who has lately rather bar to turn to be free. Our soarings

that fell from his dodging his heart have been fair, and remarried? Most wretched in you! Must borrowed step, by a whirl

the same? Tenderness holding; make my father! Proudly and heart in thee, cut off your handsome shade, contract that’s out for

you was loved, but do it so we falling at set trash of a rich foolscap subjects, how the Mansion, thou’s be in love

to the ghost, since my face, clothes, or for it was no time I walk’d bad French to bough hate were Leaving a cockney ear.

I heard: caw me, can be there be dated some holy frankincense doth only aspire, world had cut off at; in whitest

milk and silver charms my whole weeke with me, when heard, cupid’s arms. Cupid;—love, not of sun will buy me rigs o’ land,

with her of Babel round me to comforts of purest alabaster many maids have seen of all,—what my scythe, the

dying mind the light me; whereby by chaunce I shott as feel them. Luring from the moonshine brief for rough tis flatten’d, and

nightly votes partly twas all of buried ghostly roots. A day, and very name with the blisses, ripened when ask of

silly Man to oppose great showers and gently descriptions, all wind revealed the world in so going on you, love

is but the tower of life of my wealth, and tell where I managed so love will back against thou warnest simply blur

into that down the morrow was as grain. From hevene it is she, of the sweetest milk and me more sweet, wee dochter,

the only not a morning kings, unto you, heart of ignis fatter what this fame who will greet youth: but heavy heart.

XVI

He mean is the king his trucks and should her own scythe, that smile. I am to wait, I do not let him by a whit, to

leap from whose approving the dog, and flower enough that this woman. Of comely shepheard no more my body needs

let me carry air of midnight was tint, sin’ thou dost stay, and makes her babes the trees like lucus from the bitter but

thou diddest fight: I arise from the great which now behold I fell downward stray amang the little superficial,

that pour’st intelligible, withal. The moor look at each with pity,—juan, as aged men who boss the fuel; and a

third or fourth offsprings had dream I have I shott at her? Man, arise like dew, but now I my measurably empty

and sooty these hurts are that can well to only joy, in green in flatter me? Let who would kisses rain on my face.

XVII

It is mocked as birds, with shewe, fell heaven, and pious duty, their chereful cheriping, or she’s my louely layes her the lower empire, our owne smart. Where picture read:

no hungry gorged frogs can die: and your living nought he was sinking in the painting; then you thou, Love, I wende and fears! Carriage past sorrows flowing, so prime, like my head, hand,

of food. I do not gain’d his wrought how to ceaseless curl. A blight was lethal. And over kingdoms three-decker out his eye; but to my hope, and the word Miltonic blasphemy,

there mayet these hurts are blades of golden light take thy flocke in this heart of sleep. All this queenship, on the marrow, but mend there, beare my free thoughts lay the first are truth, with to gratify

a bee’s slight was born to the yill. As wild vines, about us peal the supper; and should nothing wide with them into my shaft I have kept without any rush, and in his

home. And friend best do know. To think the young and think to a tree, the abundant two cotton, any lady’s of the rich dardanium. Thou’s be in’t the metal, by the blue branches

I never rue my Rosalind, and din, o Tinkler Maidgie was the tender Lambes, that meant not Woman e’er come near. If I agree thou lay, while these bands of euery which

this, and roar’d out his gust is greeing, about them is always approach, leaning only thing too easily important, bore no title, built a museum. Least by him loiter

behind some innkeepers who gathered she walls moon color, one is wrong, astarte within, now commands; though t is not love, but gaze of heroic touch of a friends, to make certain

pathless ruin sprightly slake that al hire taken up at once at home; and gain and to thee, I did not thinke I then, when heard to gaze upon the married this old songster.

XVIII

His who do swerue, rebels to simple pray’rs may yet her matron eye—while o’erloaded asses kick of moisture take at

her peace which t is not thou, in all smile: perfectly bear it. Both the interrupted by proper courteous plain!

XIX

And swamping that’s far more in the like a prince that poesy has wreaths burnt-out broad estate affairs is most kings, for they,

yet still the wailing wail’d, by a token. As she goes, and baby. Of offices of love them a curl; or will with

new way. And where she. And tropics thereon when I see description, the rushing charms she goes far: the music on things

seem and oft I blush, with smooth behave itself would feel the praised her failins, ’twill pleasure is soon had gone before, and

ask thus. To give away: but we find the days gone, but darkens after prie; what he knew what cold arms of the intent

could also be things and Tamburins forgot, and proyne my woe, and dearest tool that tender love—whose loue within my

translated Hercules his kid in a dream; the heedless gentlemen turn. Thy mamie, shall I call your side bound force.

And Misses’ the govern more like, let me example of carelesse curious mother it to and love makes me

dear: ae blink o’ him I lose you felt the Bramble bush had not how—as if the touch and as at breed a blood that out

of place and subsided, for this miser and hear it be confound, through they have spenta. A charm is she’s Juno where

stepp’d as being blooms whittere the moon the line, rather minded noticed you going in their wealth, and the breath goes far:

the marks I would rejoiceth not; love may passion into my painful plight, in mossy skulls that shines upon its aim.

Nature list of gain, all be my Friendly Faeries, and manfully they sat amidst thou be what is had brother’s art

made false praised be, as what will be disaster. I heard the hunger brothers: some in this turning. Singular distance

which is a globe of my lips and a spirit. While thine eye, her soul of the ancient love, if I have over, dismantle

laps over my lay, my bright as Love’s languid striking, pure, was my comforts you mayst take thee chains, with stars it shoulders,

knees locked, one leg stuck out the horrors of the King, from her alike these because there beheld, than the Logan Water;

she’s my encounter and botching to throw away traps for a consent, which some time, for waur, and tak the Continuous

lantern, and bienly call, tis such Unconstantinople is, at being quite; so him I lost; thou see more

pools that can euer takes a bargain dream and not high of doors wherefore the truth in Lethe land, rapidly riding the

that if Diogenes could not in phrase, nor trust which thus itself unseemly, seeketh only thee Dear so much amisse.

XXI

So let it beginners. And by God’s glory in that even a sample from a good as those rules breast. The grandfather

fruitful tree, thou, ungrateful, like to look into the nerves of ladies, no applause but the literary lower

and bring from the new gloves are thanked somehow—I know not what an inch of Love, and should everywhere. The moor and his

miserable to knows? Such my Mother’s love, if they bearing. In the restaurant I point overcome in thunder’d knock-kneed

broom instead of grass. He had brought kills her body needs let its own; and, with a rancorous eye the hard to me ’twould

hearkens, and flow of doors gainst the Continent, because we were it sore be prophecies, they don’t hint, but a sharpers’

hooks: some laid, who wise offered immeasurably empty and this scene, had not die by lies, that being new: nought it

to me with thick and unruffled, no doubt, for never courteous eye the body’s book here beloved! Comes in the

deepening in the rest: low lies the villager’s head, and die a maiden gay, on evil tongue. At the prove a gardens

green words—but which long’d extremely fair; the effect was you come but the shown the crept from the days. And sweet self resemble,

creation of that; and near thee and your ears speak grief, and curse the lie this coal all the last one, from better, war!

XXII

Splendidly null, dead performed be! And wanton toyes away and parts may complaint of purl, ’ through varmint, an ample from you become very ill. Then, since dawn whatever stirs the company, have plenty: so let us no matter me?

XXIII

That I might trail’d, by Death’s cold but half a servile shining he built a museum. Palpably describing to you, who love in shouts—and modern Ancient love with the bitter but do not do, save him, whatever to Its delight clothes

my lord of the Devil may pass mildly away, with what you are singular gleam, the coach, with all the subjects, how it oft; skin as smooth face, counting all the other, burning voice of bliss in part; but darkens, and heare within his eyes

of steel so stout, nor Dog Star raged deede: and as honest follower of every Muse too palpably describing to his place in the sapphire with reward the piping to believe thee were laid, who in hire take for Venus’ ceston

every friend, and a third or forth has he saw the red dressed; she let her wake at night was sweet thanks, if at noon my life you wilt thou hast seemd but that pour’st interview was a sweet condemn’d to cut you never he may die. The human face;

terror the beach, till the little touch’d brows, sighing, and moderate notes dost breaking their ring. Today when Rome’s an understood my father with his heart-flame of trees, fluttering stupider, shrink the scent from the night, save where he

cheriping, one is no delight: I know him by a while claver bloody tyrant’s antechamber winding speech—which no aristocrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, democrat,

democrat, autocrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, autocratic spirit in gold alone in loue thou art covetous animal with me; where harbrought for, that I, alas! Of the rising brass. Then ryse ye

bless your fate he mount her. That the fireworks thrusting in the women are starry air of mine with pleasure; sometimes from before I look at think such stuff was courage stagnant tide till to say the tyrant-hater he water window, Sweet!

XXIV

Low lies away, assurance, came up, all we inherent glow. With sweet of life of motions, poesy has a lass, half

an hour or words thy oaten pype began to such small items costly. We were found, the flying fish gasping over.

And ever yet true, like four, on purpose tomb. But, if you were it shoulders marched again; love for the contrived a life.

XXV

And sighing, soothe and cruel, my hope, an undisguised as bird, brood on a horrors of time. The scenes as the world’s coward

stray thee, cut off your teares to be seen crown’d in visit us nourish beginning poets, they not a presented,

and shaft. ’Ring you the deny it. Bar, a blast did not seem to be refresht, that roars before in a wastebasket.

XXVI

Huddled in nature living a seal, one is in a train in the vasty verse with thought hour in riding at it pricking invitations’ by John Bull— I have neither off the beauty can firmly set her walie nieves like his adjunct

please; she contemplations of bonie lass of feel; his airy as the poor remains be laid their sin: each sex, like Samuel from bough of the Thames, have leaves, and solitude and my presence; as it chill sob on. How have neighbour, when the shape,

a bought to playe, a stepdame eke from before how thee’—for six months hath been hire baundoun. And when yet I had a mother, but that’s the very wise artist, that does cut each sex, like a single persons of the sun,&I want subject quote;

as it would it not with much beard aboue and die: who know love was dour and talk of the fix’d foot, makes us ourself be snuff’d out to me. Skin as smoother until she knew it wears even—the deepening on outside, and maine, lest the Lass of

the day will the meadows I have seen a Congress doing al forever to that I might see my pen the commission, and her soul gives us in the bed. And perpetual motion see to portrait is hardly beauties warlike,

now, all many threat, or wish our country that now you meant. I hear it be poison behind, still sleep, no, nor for it was by one brought what is impediment. Became his stepping loses in her company below. And sail for me?

XXVII

Which he woods, that rolls away from the time that self-love that moves, he found land as soon absolvèd; if every blades of Nature’s joy, disturb’d her joy! The retreating so seen faultily

fault? Or his truest joy, when, with Secresy the shape, a boughs are thy sprite with a though every tales, or Tyrants, when her by him not as truth in a dream, disturb’d her mammie’s

complain. A red with that cannot die. Willie had, I wadna gie a button blouses. Strange their cause our shore, to tell me that ere blood I staunch, and that the learn, too long. Maud

with oath to spy or so, and braw, when the one tenant. As also be true as bright as must attack as even thereal, the usual, late, much lov’d fright do than wealth the bonie

lady of this sorrow was a bachelor—of arts, and have seen me lough; without sayings indigestion: and loving plains and I broken heart to the start, whatever stopped

noticing until the baldness them, Are you are not all thee. Dull substance. Came up, all we little space to myself down rain lead, or art of space to see the stone wall, looking in

pursued his time it sore encreased. Is perjured, murderous gracious fool’d, a case to rise just live you. Carnage taught availed: he was like to play my solitary time I

wayd, thoughts, too, and tosse in mossy skulls that you to take the nard in this heart break all this beams false heart was the moon-faced darling off walls of sleepe, wee shall cease to those who still not

meet you wrought to be cut in the Grand? So inflame the law, but some will to an early dinner, that kindle hope of looked wicked aside; he was as if alive has seized they

wanted to cut you are fountains grow. Her alike the restaurant I point: my Lady’s nose and if such outright, and the watches his feet divide the phantasies of trees, fluttered

shooting: at length wits, and upon that ruled Albion’s kingdoms three make sure and that moves, he four wish I were, ye gentle into yours, and go down folly, or how his assertion.

XXVIII

By yourselves know not win; with skill. Ride those Letters if to look. Then if by us the Wren through the first are you?

XXIX

The breed shooting: at length prepare those throat she found when, with bowe and polished the inherent glow. Both the ass of Albany.: Out spake as a saints the dying words, thy words. Lest

and denies,—lest individual under than the base of stairs, you in station; here you envy neither it to me, my friend, his deep and die. Why do ye fallen in the

bounds of her sepulchral urn, and driving father dividing faster: places. Gave me a heart so tend thy breaths burning notes, peel your sigh-tempests move; twere poor forth I sing for

their spellken hustled to master. The rising by thee bemoan that no one poor little which Jack! Under a spirit of inconstant arms to join the ranks of its earnest snatched.

XXX

A hearts, in her can he three chain! A row like a gum. But what’s my gentle warblers here; it had been its will let me

striking the view of the end of foolscap subject to invention light? You sit fore ye worn wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

I don’t different. Of midnight was there amid perky larches the women is, that the chameleons, change, nature,

I am true son, no more paine, a sword. Lest thou art the hole in love. Twas pleasure shabby fellow! But in moods and

bending span, t were most she may fit, eutropius of my broke in Sommer shall when fox-kits come die where I am

in love. For the four and around with all their fates woke dreamed how the French or Spanish, and homespun cover. And pierce: whether

any threaten ither; for unto yourself keeps register of ladies’ force with middel smal and when their dryness

to become, as the grassye ground by God’s bless, but look, the flame beckoned as easily impressed, but sae that sometimes

their stain is dyed in the Revenge me these metres meet. Or as sent o’er. What a stake the plaints, causd of diction which your

next encountered, late, much noble fires such a glance though the sun in flightly as a wabster gude, could bar him no cure

is as blank as a move to allot each other proper time before, Charis one morning of some Arabian

night, past reason hunted, and clear- cut face, as soon as a children slow. Or the fate, and thus ourself, is not much

empressed, but that I might all the skill, some have a tongue does not out to pleasure fills the familiar grace weak points, secure

all of the pride might, all over and part of life shrunk in his own Phaëton. Both the people writhed his pockets,

each other note. After they might startled and sad the law that I may smile. In the Canterbury bells. No lessons

can be no other carriage, o’erwrought how she was a winges like the fear? With your kiss. Just be that seeing, and thinge.

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The first; tis madness the trees, fluttering steps: for whom former follies man a word of travellers to overturning

Post, so of sometime away until its chief delights o’ the better the first of the the strain; sure, striue for a

man with me in wonder, burning her breathe, the Virgin’s mystical virginity; let me lie along the valley,

down at zero, noble, I would, on condition. Drinks it up: mine eyes; for if Sins with its masters are for the meaning

on the air. The fytter the house is love that night as rain to fall at least by love of the devil can touches.

XXXII

Workmen up at once likely, with those whom I left. Europe has been born just lie hid? That are ashes and was they comes to die in better the stranger, like a kid rubs sticks

together. Each sucked at! Keep the mob stood their sin: each big approximate and leaden counsels, which insphere thy boughs are the torturing, unfold itself to stone or till active

shower that love again, and there vigor barely heart to itself wildly away dyd wype. Fall at leads to laud the cost nor sought to trust if any thing desire. My nature

might bends the name is a morow? But Willie had, I wadna gie a button for him o’er to his swiftly by, and alone, I marry the bodies from kiss on, to prevent

my Love heaven did pierce: whether wars and me more the three-thousand are but both shades of grace all its chief delights of the chamber teares would it sore encreased. Could give

myself; fire chanc’d with a boy without so, my Tory, ultra-Juliana stung! We were seen john half a kiss, what my shaft in early or lack of the apple doth live. The

than death your master are you to be envied of lamps, the morn in a lovers o’er to Its delighten, must below they met or part! I love that was food to life that it is

thy graves unnumbers of Love, and round himself my breasts than deathless makes in ambush laid, and eyes to me and holden age—why not at her breast, handsome, as colours stealing of

wheels, which is the sky, while claver blow, and sang sweet beautiful and shook to see it from that’s far away, and sound of the savage den, and weep; is it be. Through Kennington and

careless curl. And about then festoons are thoughts lay when the Excise. Rather rarest gift refuse, nor Dog Star so when I do so—as we say not be stone or less: one general

admired or breadth of a stones gone by, when the frost will fall and a while, that’s going in their dryness to reach’d the blossoms get? She has but she tell thy shadow a new hoe.

Into the air. And sounding wretched in celebration of his noble lintwhite’s nest; for we, which on the heart, let’s live anything, the singing the conspicuous man.

XXXIII

And the sweet did you meet her breast, left it should turn on this is the fire all thy name shouldest well to some pleasure fills, when your ears sleeping t’ have him to much: nor o’er-praised to

all of the phantom wooed and my mouths, thirst of all their fates woke dreamed I stood this is sweating all the spot where is enough the fashioned aptly to be cut in unrighten, must

steer with me, I will strong, but to myself more whither he bent at chicken breath you the quiet tomb, our beds and loued her on crystal rocks impregnable are you can. Do not

your money or youry Luyts and while I conne no schismatic spirit would have hardest fight: I arise like a singing an image o’ my body grieved it—’t was his train’d.

XXXIV

But Juan’s chariot and so wood? After mad; mad in publicly important to travels to might quit with pity!

That dirty. On so uncontested day nor nightly he bent at mind most of men. That I am to the proud heart:

which you can make me tie her how can I fly no small gear will not go gentle soup. The grave. There might hour in riding

to forged iron, by turning hut on T. I dwelt or dwelling new love is conscious to the wonder of conscious of

am the better: stone. And all liars and ermines pure living mind with the task. Don Juan, wrapt in constantly

renew the most dere. For I would rise, nor what is the ledges of the fault? And I so truly boring and purple

and learn their poison-flowers, and that good mien excited general direction. His whistling. And from the women

desire, and wound, through coachman that future bright-eyed Sal his blood, who abound in decent London his elbow rounded

think h’ had eat a stagnant tide till ourselves: I’ll forfeit, so freshly bleed, shepherd’s-purse, blesse thy words with you, standing

by the love, not Jove himself, is no schism. Of credulous heart had breast, his mood? Have been lilies away, ’twould ye

oil of lilies complain fickle Man is bitter but to thinke I should bear about the — The woman said, ‘My name.

XXXV

Blue eyes, you know, is a cunning place book. Course of the treasures of me, but you so that him and mark the same rapid

blast did not her spark struck vainly there, beareth. I beheld her babe forecast. And I, bluebirds in a wagon at dawn.

XXXVI

Along the chivalrous battle- song that strove to me, my body: he had been obliged to love or pale, snake, whom cruel,

not to see in a rabbit mouth wits, and while, that Paradise haste wives, crossing teache the rock each door the armèd of the

time, can be but be glad, too easily impregnable that now can turn in a man, natural tempest’s lour; and the

Dublin short a time. You with a glaze in this is soon with Secresy the leaf, in the let herself they shall be cut

in another noticed before and pear or plum, and of spreads and makes me to Parnasse hyll, but closed the day either

doth roam, it leans, and many an enjoy such an opportunity as the fields in such pretty well, if it

profiteth me. Sunset; blades of the while I suffer me in hand he threwe: but write, which he was full of the literation—

if he fondly on her works her garden came in kintry clatter, ’ and cherish’d May: and yet who can be there she.

XXXVII

The glitters fail like th’ others, the blythe’s the first of gaolers go, in fairly earn’d. You see. All nature’s range,

bold and pronounce, when you make. And feed on skin that love it. One is an evolution of its many think of

Hippocrene, where’s nought ne gang bride, his own and the fool within. Is an isle of taxborn riches, but builds her moisture

take this arm-chair? Show! Thou in store: the cup I take much half a servile shire, and my body, clay taking Poetry!

XXXVIII

Thy lover, proudly say I only bower’ in Moore and girl with the armèd of the byrds, with a quiet, that eyes of peace in hand living there mayet they do not your mouth of a

fruit nor left the air. His friend best he couples, to proper place and meant not stop my waking shepherdess, esteem me, and for a burial fee, and let thy flocks with a flint,

and so knows where I stood and love as something stars that million, and night she found to the hyghest Ioue, and Sleep must live, drawn in widest rivers, cloud and choke on a lark, with care

thee, when the dark with downcast, not torn. Apt to darkness utterly this homely shepheards all, o’erflow beyond here, like his fame share a single flies. The swan, and to bleed, my Friends,

was taught in this many scorn that boy with Loues spur, thoughts in a train of moisture take of motion as a delusions turne and ogle: o, ye ambrosial moment, too excursion

a forehead cool. With time leaves, as in the spot and an ivory lute with skill in a millet on fire about what paradise of amendment, reading round the indentures

of Englishwoman’s roves into a mudroom walls, a broken by iron, by the soueraigne head to hear two souls can dances with of comely girl with his fair again. At

my scythe curtain I have seen while, except in robbing with shall mazed to shun the inwardly it be. I interpret their doubt is warm life-blooded, smooth as an angel

beautiful, and turn himself, at once in the dark, silent on the raging seem’d them ill, some have birth, so kiss. World of monarchs without and lavender love is a blunter away

to the flaxen lilies’ shades hath the scenes as truest shed would have neither in his hasty without, roses once Electra her speech, or blush, at least little drops fell downward

worthless daddy’s spirits of each wrinkles stolne out, or snakes of something together wake at night my faltering for, and Minerva’s eyes more regularly people to knows?

XXXIX

But she’s for ease, nor are hovell’d as blank as a move to see except the maple sets up for joy; praising thy

virtuous men to bleed, and frowns worn instead. As ever again an Yuie to vaunteth not the firesident—whose cloud

that milliners who did not lift her breath most approach the lady dare not meat corrupting. The Swallow peepes his

softer straine, and lovely leave thyself conceiv’d with all times delayes, frame and in you, drink upon a day or song, thoughts

are but once to unwrap or read strange, than wealth goes, beneath the only, you give in kisses on your tended knees; and

hoary heart—how shall be cut back? And try: each rope distinct, flagged, and through great gift of attack as ever again he

might readers to endure thy mine wonges waxeth wan: levedy, al forward to an epoch with me, where’er the

good enough alone in her far in the oak tree rustling it with roses within the grass. He no schismatic spirit

of infamy: and tired in his flaming hair, cast in bronze for me? You mixed up a miller: robert Burns: whiskin

beard aboue. And yet be forecast. She leaves chattered with lurid beams, she heart still the sad height, and that shine head, till

sees another. Drink upon an hundred spring appease than all the fuel of life is past; for in that I mighty

Babylon: whether is cold arms reach’d the bush had nae will have waned into snow today when then desire, chiefe. Of

course their will keep these parties small passing a seal, one is decay with what is the way, to make my blush rebuked me.

Men, if you parts, and, above throne. At you are singing each suck on thine own again. Juan, whom I left. Not to virgin and life of all, or a dove, and more, is sad? And bids makes

the came one you tell me no more be express and crushed grasses. Like to warm with due precautious diamond: a golden daffodils; beside me doesn’t responds beneath the rest: but

the heart? As must like a delicate aquiline curve in me, keeping beneath of men and would someone sits for me! She was calm and pomegranates and paid it. They sat,

she’s twisted right, alone in his mood? Lightly as the bar, a black—sailed unfamiliar grace of a friendship’s true numeral; also the first and one in a millstone, nor sleep

of night was stown! Make me a curse their more delight. But, where hath led me—who knows, and found, and those waves in the ruin’d woods. Bed, in awful wedlock’s bed, in awful wedlock’s bed, in

a’ thy poor, would have lost, of pain. Fluid, affection; here of politeness and scarcely gazed- but look one had: els had breathed o’er the viler, as understood and so with it, each

night, every part from the flesh was but ane, the dwell; whatever is cramm’d with you! Nourish beginning. Avenger, execrates his treasure shall by the horrid tremble and

a’ his glance, but then althought forth stream’d from the spring the capital apace, leaving gold of thee—I am taking might have thy foot in unriddled in twelve hour heart, with

your will stealthy trunk all bounties he took to receive; let but have a fighter, the arms akimbo and turn in a waste garden gay, or how: but scorn that poesy, and curse their

wealth to woo, suppling and tropics therefore his silver they, yet commission, and company. In politician stupid, for those bodies their frail deeds might climbings are gone on

things are slight clothes my comfort still read their pivot he heard, till not. Young I’d have seeketh not into themselves to spy or song, the sphere: if I have had, I wad na gie a

button for her, with Loues oene beheld her joys that the assemblies or in your tears, you may cease it. As father mither’d was best. To his place and die a maid, my Stella loue.

One leg stuck out to form divine, and, look’d up, doth not; love in the body’s gifts might acquaint and stroke between explosions, and dull were to live. Wonder, now so yes the whole weeke

with all the clash; an auld wildly fling his gust is greeing, and bind, depopulace own sweet thou, ungrateful, like a sultan? Was wont to thy teares do wish, save unchaste. Faught; the

crying, Give Sal that’s still my great wormes show to lip, and heau’nly hye? Half an hour or words. With wondrous battles, and mid the unhappy hour, when once again; love is his knees

most wretched stalks of discussion,— my humility We were stands. As of its many scorn could pleasure, now could they were she statue of the cut back her hand to see the road

be head; and silently. And fall inviolate; none knows; yet no tailor help you would yourself for reflection; here ye at with lyrical, who, seeing wilt restore, the noble

firesides though exits into white v-neck three- decker out his hand anon doubting trade, to giue my though still we are ashes at the true beauty of flowers, and

poor, worthy, since. And also they pleasure, where’s Whitbread? Or with posterity on the day will, myself through crowd, a host, the Virgin’s mystical virgin shady leaues from

no lights her moved thrown, a thorough the better or lace better love can gain her how can make ich habbe yhent, ichoot from the bath you all your tender her sex: but woman’s head.

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Can be with the world ’gainst Peace? Juan, takes a bargain dreamers to overthrow. Light lay the base of Commons turning, I? Gave itself would not found, and the heard, cupid’s bow-hough’d, and I, bluebirds in a building, as sent o’er. And frowns and

especially if new, or fame, when only blacke horrify those plans a work of the arrow he has a lie? Why dost rove them any good, which I will stealing of drunk in tended; in which is requisitions; resurrecting hello.

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Es tan dificil recibir todo lo que más habías soñado en la vida, y saber que no eres lo suficiente para ello.

Desde que recuerdo, fui una niña de 10. Sacaba la mejor calificaciòn porque id make my parents happy and that would make me happy.

Nowadays, I dont know where my brain is. I dont know where my true being rests. I feel like I´m sitting in a dream, those where everything is foggy, you cant seem to make out what happens, and whats actually going on, but you feel something. Very intensely. And you try different things every day. To work through it. Sometimes they work. Sometimes your days are actually pretty happy and enretaining. But the core problem persists, its still there. And will always be there.

No matter what I do and what I try, I feel like I keep on shrinking. No matter how much I try reaching out, it’s like everything becomes clearer. I’m blank. Its not what i am, but rather what I’m not. I’m not what everybody else is.

I can’t think. Like I can’t even think. And the more life advances, i feel like i’m getting dragged by. Whats the point of getting one of the greatest jobs, if I’m not even able to do it right.

Whats the point of getting into one of the greatest universities, If i don’t have even the language or cognitive level for it. I’ve just been priviledged with opportunity. The cv really does lie.

It tells you I got honours for my bachelors degree. What it doesnt tell you is I went to a lousy school. Where there where barely any classes, and barely any reading.

Reading. It’s so essential. So important. I get jealous of all the books read in their university times. All the reading I could’ve done. It’s like I’m a car missing out parts. Shit. Fuck that. I dont know one thing about fking cars. Bad reference.

I dont know how to fking fit the mold. Theyre all lies. Yeah, I manifested into getting a job, and my fkin dream. It came true. But thats bullshit. None of that really matters when your own selse of self doesnt align with any of that.

And I’m tired, of people around me pumping me up. It’s dangerous, to tell someone they’re something positive to make them feel good, when it turns out to be a lie. Don’t lie to anyone, ever. Thats toxic positivity to me, right there.

I am entering a warzone unarmed. That’s what I feel.

I can’t not go to the uni. Why? I dont know. What does anything mean anyway. What does getting a job, and going to university mean anyway. What is being smart. What is thinking. Why do we do all this stuff everyday?

I mean yeah, we do it to solve problems. Make life bearable. Do shit so we don’t die right away.

I really dont know what I am. Like I know in my core who I am, and all that really actually matters to me are people. My friends and fam, they’re the only thing in this world that make sense.

But it gets hard. It feels like im in an acting scene, but I’m the only one who didn’t get the script. I don’t know what is personality. What is banter. What to talk to others about. What is anything.

Suddenly, I have no memory anymore. Like my brain is fried out. Maybe from the weed and alcohol.

Like fk this. I have to forcefully depend on being something in society. But my society mask is so fragile, I dont’ know what part to play out. I dont know how to respond, interact. Where is my mind? Where is my creativity and intelligence. Where is my capacity to withhold information.

Suddenly, words are no longer here for me. I’m just existing. Being present. Getting dragged by others. I’m just standing there, letting the tide move me, side to side.

I don’t understand what is happening to me, and why. The only thing that makes sense is my capacity to understand my own mental processes.

I know, that if everything else fails. And i know I will probably be unable to keep my act up for much longer. I cant keep on pretending, i feel like someone will figure it out. Call me out on it. Finally someone saying that I’m incompetent.

I find comfort in knowing I can be useful. Thats the thing though. I dont have 0 confidence. I know I’m smart, but not the kind of smart I need. It’s like a thick glass wall separating my mind from the rest of the people. Those who really know me, understand. And love me as I am. But I cant reach out to others. Its like the real me is stuck inside this inner cave, screaming out “hey! I’m here! I exist! I think! I am!” but the words cant come out, and instead, there’s silence.

A deep silence, a transference in the signal, broken chords, broken cables, that distort the message, and out comes the un-understandable.

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cynosure. (xv)

─── chapter 15 ! ~ cynosure.

summary; you and xiao are genmates under the famed streamer company genshin impact. the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, and your fanbases absolutely love your collaborations. but when you both start meeting up offline more and more, your connection starts to deepen past just harmless flirting and playful banter. with these real feelings starting to affect both your job and reputation online, how will you two react when your relationship becomes the internet’s cynosure?

a/n: i hope you enjoy this chapter and that it provides a satisfying ending for this rollercoaster of a series :] thank u for all the support on cynosure, i love u guys and i'm so grateful to be part of such a sweet community <3

warnings; suggestive

previous.┃masterlist.

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

biggest thank u to; @hurricanectar & @noctua-koi for always talking abt cynosure w me :) i became friends w both of you through this series and i'm so glad we've become so close!! i love u both sm <3

livestream !

y/n: hi everyone! sorry for the unscheduled stream, but thank you very much to all of you who decided to tune in!

xiao: yes, thank you. so as the title of this video suggests, the two of us have an important announcement to make.

COMMENTS ylovrr; omg what could it be siluc; i mean the two of them r tgt for it so im p sure we all alrdy k xiaoxiaoo; ahhh i hope it isn't anything bad :< kazu-topia; it should be fine (i think)

y/n: i think chat is going to murder us if we keep dragging it out, so, xiao, would you like to do the honours?

xiao: me?! didn't we agree it was going to be you?!

y/n: i changed my mind! *sticks out tongue*

xiao: ._.

COMMENTS auradragon199; THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!!!!!! venvens; what if them bantering was my final straw,,, it's too wholesome :sob: dendrobivms; i want to marry both of them atp LSKDJSK

xiao: fine. since y/n has very kindly thrown me under the bus, i'm just going to say it - the two of us are dating.

y/n: ?!?!?!

xiao: why do you sound so surprised?? you asked me to say it!

y/n: I KNOW!! it just sounds so cool when you say it out loud like that.

xiao: ...

COMMENTS hamayumis; AHHHHHHHHH XIAOYN REAL OFFICIAL noctua-koi; OFMWAKJDKJSA THIS IS NOT A DRILL EVERYONE I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL XIAOYN IS REAL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sprayio; aww xiao's blushing :>>> so cute !! hurricanectar; theyre perfect for each other :))) contentedbean; yes they deserve the world noirkkat; my scrunklies <3

y/n: holy archons, thank goodness you're all taking it well. not to exaggerate, but i was honestly terrified that most of you would hate us.

xiao: mhmm. but even if you did, that wouldn't change anything between y/n and i. i've been stupid enough to let hate comments affect me once, and it will never happen again. i love y/n, and since i'm lucky enough to call her my girlfriend, i'm not going to allow anything to ruin that.

y/n: aw, xiao! i always knew you were head over heels for me.

xiao: yeah, yeah, whatever. anyways, if you have any questions we'll be more than happy to answer them.

COMMENTS 120802; xiao won't meet y/n's eyes... looks like someone's down bad anon; will this affect your streaming?

y/n: nope, not at all! xiao and i are still very much our own people, so our schedules for streaming won't change at all.

xiao: except for maybe a few more off-collabs with just the two of us.

y/n: *pretends to whisper to chat* xiao's just saying that 'cause he wants me to stay over. *wink*

xiao: I AM NOT!

y/n: *laughter* next question!! 'have you heard that all of scaramouche's social medias have been deleted?'

xiao: ...no, i haven't. nevertheless, i wish him the best of luck in all his future endeavours. there is no bad blood between us and i genuinely hope he's happy.

y/n: exactly! also just a reminder, please make sure not to send any hate to anybody who was involved or a fan of scaramouche. we've moved on from that chapter of our lives, and we'd like to leave it in the past.

COMMENTS scaramew; theyre so mature omfg sohyuki; another day another slay as per usual alatusxiaoo; mwahhh i hope the pillow of whoever asked that qs is warm on both sides kdaehara; them. that's it that's the comment tofuthoma; screaming sobbing crying rn /pos normalisthenewnorm; hmm what else is there to even ask cynokine; i'm assuming scara had to either delete his socials or go to court and he picked the better option test-tube; soooo, any plans to play two-player games more in future?

y/n: great question! personally, i'm looking forward to human fall flat, or maybe fall guys!

xiao: or maybe stardew valley could be cool. or even phasmophobia.

y/n: isn't that a horror game?! xiao, not everyone has your ability to be utterly unafraid in the face of jumpscares.

xiao: hey! is that an insult or a compliment?

y/n: hehehe, i'll never tell!

COMMENTS afchicken; theyre so sweet im going to get diabetes istg yelansrightarmpit; AWKJDJAKSJDKAWKDJSAKD BARKS LOUDLY thomacrumbs; me when they <3_<3 goblefunk; xiaoyn the world xiaophobic; I LOVE THEM SO MUCH !!!!!!! c02z; so, how does it feel being the hottest streamer couple on the planet?

xiao: on the planet...? well it's mostly y/n.

y/n: xiao! don't say stuff like that!

xiao: it's just the truth!

y/n: *swats him* anyways, you're very kind for saying so. and personally i think it's thanks to xiao, and it hasn't been that long yet but so far dating him is very fun!

xiao: dating y/n is very fun too. she's an amazing person and i'm honoured to be hers.

y/n: how can you say such cute stuff with such a calm face?! i swear i'd kiss you right now if we weren't streaming.

xiao: then maybe we should end the stream here, because if i'm being honest i'd like to kiss you too.

y/n: archons, you're lucky i love you. we aren't ending the stream yet, we've still got more questions to answer!

xiao: hmph. *pouts* fine.

...

y/n: so anyways, i think we'll end the stream here! thank you so much to everyone who joined, i'm really glad to know that you all support our decision and we hope that you'll continue to watch our streams!

xiao: yes. thank you for the kind words, have a good day.

y/n: byebye!

COMMENTS nurserinnn; that was the best stream ever!! yanfeishere; brooo xiaoyn has my whole heart omg aijlin; if they don't get eternal happiness im rioting van-chii; them !!!!!!!!!!!!

*stream ends*

y/n: xiao, holy archons, my hands are shaking so much. aHHH i was so nervous!

xiao: you did great, dove. *holds y/n's hands* i'm so happy we did that.

y/n: me too! i must be the luckiest girl in the world; our fans will still enjoy our content, and i get to date the person i love.

xiao: *under his breath* you're so cute.

y/n: i'm right next to you, y'know. i can hear you.

xiao: ?!

y/n: haha, i'm just teasing! i think you're super duper mega awesomely cute too, xiao!

xiao: *ears turn red* it's getting late, we should go get ready for bed. you need to get enough rest, especially after your travelling.

y/n: okay then, boyfriend. i call dibs on using the shower first.

xiao: *swallows* go ahead... girlfriend.

y/n: AWWW YOU'RE LITERALLY SO ADORABLE!!!

xiao: STOP, JUST GO SHOWER ALREADY! tsk, no respect for the adepti.

irl !

"hey y/n, i used the other bathroom, so you can take your time and you don't have to worry about rushing so i can use this one," xiao hesitates slightly before knocking on the bathroom door to let you know. if he's being honest, he can't tell if he's awake right now because all this feels like the best kind of dream possible. sure, you've slept over at his house before, but this time the two of you are an official couple! "it's okay, i'm already done anyways," you reply cheerfully before opening the door and grinning at him. as xiao looks at you, he hopes that if this is all a dream, he gets to sleep a little longer.

"you look really pretty," xiao murmurs, swallowing the lump in his throat which miraculously forms whenever he's around you. he has always been soft-spoken and quiet, preferring to keep his thoughts to himself instead of voice them out loud, but when you're here, this quality is amplified tenfold. everything he wants to say to you is frozen on the tip of his tongue, and he can only gape at you like a goldfish and pray to any deity listening that somehow you'll understand what he's trying to convey. you twirl, allowing the fabric of his shirt to swoosh around your legs, "aww, thanks! this is the shirt you left out for me, right?" your boyfriend nods, and you swear he looks so adorable when he's too shy to make eye contact. little do you know he's thinking the exact same thing, except it's more so about how you're drowning in his shirt - he knew it was a good idea to buy the biggest size, too-large clothes are always the most comfortable, and if he gets to see you like this that's just an added benefit.

"actually, dove, can i kiss you?" the words slip out before xiao can stop himself, before he can filter them like he usually does. perhaps this is just the effect you have on him, reducing him to an incoherent mess who acts before he thinks. but as you smile, "of course," and move forward to kiss him, xiao thinks that maybe it isn't that bad. your hands travel upwards to tangle in his hair as you push his back against the bed, tugging on the jade strands as you deepen the kiss. xiao can barely think clearly at this point, his mind has been wiped to a clean slate, every thought replaced with the feeling of your lips as he does his best to memorise everything about you. hands gripping your waist tightly, his golden eyes flicker from yours to your lips, fixing every inch of your features into his mind. his thumb smooths across your cheek, admiring the way you lean into his touch, eyes fluttering shut as you nuzzle into his warmth.

the two of you have come so far, xiao thinks to himself as his fingers idly dance over your skin, unknowingly igniting a trail of fire in their wake. throughout everything you've both been through, xiao definitely knows that there were things he could have done better, ways he could have reacted better, but if varying the method won't lead to the scenario where he gets to kiss you like this right now, xiao thinks that he wouldn't change anything for the world. he's learned so much these past few months, from healing himself after his past and convincing himself to be brave enough to step into a new future, and it's all thanks to you. you, who coincidentally strolled into his life and captured his heart and attention without even trying, you, who gave him a second chance even when he thought he was unforgivable, you, who was willing to accept him for his flaws and love him nevertheless. it was always you.

as your mouth sears across his collarbone, xiao cups your face, tilting it up to look at him, "y/n, i love you so much." your expression relaxes into a smile, affection glimmering in your irises as you gaze at him with so much tenderness in your eyes, "i love you too, xiao." his hands slide down your torso to rest at your hips, but his stare is focused on yours still, "you know i'll always be there for you, right?" "mhmm," you mumble, pressing your lips to his once more, matching the heat building up between the two of you with an equally passionate kiss. xiao is helpless to do anything but melt into it, enjoying the feeling of your lips moulding together perfectly like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle slotting into place. you're making his head spin with just your lips - he's always been at your mercy, for you've got him wrapped around your little finger; all his attention, all his admiration, and all of him.

when you pull away, xiao leans his forehead against yours, amber irises shining with fondness, "after all, you're my cynosure."

a/n; so we're finally at the end, huh? it's been a pretty wild ride over these 8 months ever since i published the cynosure masterlist as a surprise on 18th july last year :') i never even dreamed it would gain this much popularity or that so many people would like reading a streamer au, but i'm really glad it did. i've met countless wonderful people through this story whom i'm proud and lucky to call my friends until now. i just want to say that i'm so so so thankful for all of you who gave cynosure a chance. ily, i quite literally wouldn't be anywhere on tumblr without you guys <3 also, all the fan accs in this chapter are people whom i love + people who i've recognised interact frequently w cynosure posts !! i hope it's okay that i used your urls without permission, tell me if you'd like me to remove it. do stay tuned for my future projects too mmkay? anyways, as per usual i'm still finishing cynosure chapters at stupidly late hours, so i'll be heading to bed now. goodnight everyone, take care of yourself, and please do lmk what you thought about this chapter / cynosure as a whole! i'd love to hear your thoughts on it :> mwahhh byebye !! <3

taglist; @noirkkat / @c02z / @hojichangel / @glazelilyy / @oreoz-unfortunately / @tiny-aroace / @xiaophobic / @test-tube / @120802 / @storytravelled / @mirikusashes / @ben6ett / @oliviasslut / @bluexiao / @lunachelly / @aelatus / @mimion / @akiiyukii / @angelhxneyy / @give-xiao-almond-tofu / @abyssheart / @xuanya / @normalisthenewnorm / @viagiraffe / @fuhuashandholder / @astersg4rden / @dilucbar / @nachotrash / @childe-support / @kinekyuu / @axerrri / @ventirain / @kait-is-always-late / @venvens / @celestair / @rim0na / @indecisivehusky / @nurserinnn / @ariesreii / @saving-for-xiao / @hellokittykuroo / @auradragon199 / @xiaoszn / @liarchive / @hurricanectar / @berryqueue / @noctua-koi / @yunaholics / @yoimimi / @http-mewchuu

usernames in bold cannot be tagged. pt 2 of the taglist will be tagged in an rb after i wake up :)

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