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where you go (i will go) — iii

Summary: The Dream Lord receives a lesson in love (and your reliance on caffeinated beverages).

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x f!reader

Words: 5.9k+

AN: Originally posted on my main account, @alittlepunkrock, I'm now uploading to my second blog because my main is having issues. RIP. We're looking at a good 15-20 parter, so I hope you'll all come along on this journey with me! I hope you enjoy!

series masterlist // mood board // ao3

. . .

“Running like a river trying to find the ocean,

flowers in the concrete;

Climbing over fences, blooming in the shadows,

Places that you can’t see;

Combing through the melody when the night bird sings,

Love is a wild thing.”

- Love is a Wild Thing, Kacey Musgraves

. . .

Part iii.

Dirt digs under your fingernails as you crawl towards the hearth. Your fingertips brush the metal rod of the fire iron. You swear you laugh with relief, though all that reaches your ears is a broken croak. Your fingers tighten around the rod. Maker, that burning in your chest is all consuming–

A bright burst of pain explodes in the side of your head. You feel your grip on the rod slip. The room spins as your thoughts tumble and turn, incoherent. You’re a bird with a clipped wing, an acrobat in freefall. Where the ceiling of your hut once was, a sky full of stars now glistens. Dazed and confused, you slowly blink them away.

When the room rights itself, you find yourself on your back, your face mere inches from the flickering hearth. There’s a crushing weight in your chest as your love climbs atop you once more. Any residual air that might have been left in your lungs deflates at the pressure. Your spirit slips away with it.

He holds the fire iron in his hands now. His face is impassive and hollow, a mere husk of the man you know. The man you love. Looming above you, his eyes seem dark as night. Gripping the fire iron tightly on either end, he brings it to your throat and presses down. The agony is bright and burning at first. Then the numbness starts to creep in.

Your eyes sting with hot tears. Please, you mouth silently. What are you supposed to do when the person you desperately want to rescue you is the one inflicting the pain?

“You are bringing this upon yourself,” he whispers. His voice sends a chill up your spine. You remember the stories and sweet adorations that voice once whispered to you. Now it is cold, impassive, devoid of feeling. “Why can’t you just let me go? Let go.”

. . .

The soft sounds of morning birds and passing cars slowly coax you back into consciousness. Though you know you’ve just gotten a full night’s rest, you can’t help but groan at the emptiness you feel. It grows so tiresome to wake up this way. Always recharged, but never feeling rested. True rest aches within the back of your mind like a phantom limb, something that has been cruelly robbed from you. Though you haven’t slept or dreamt in ages, you still long for it. You suppose old habits die hard.

As your mind fully returns to itself, you do register one other sound. The fluttering of pages. It sounds so close–

You sit up swiftly. Of all the things you could have possibly seen, you definitely did not expect to find your gaze settling on the face of a certain Endless.

“For the love of– Dream Lord?” You’re dumbfounded. You blink, rub the residual grog from your eyes, and blink again, sure that your brain must be malfunctioning. No, he’s still there. “Why do you Endless insist on popping up in my bedroom unannounced?”

Dream of the Endless cocks an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, the movement so subtle you nearly mistake it for a twitch. He continues to thumb through the fantasy novel at your bedside, pages fluttering between his fingers. “Is this a frequent occurrence of yours?”

Realizing how that sounds, you shake your head hastily. “I– No– Yes– Maybe? I mean, if I had a nickel for every time an Endless showed up in my bedroom unannounced, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice in the past two weeks.” The Dream Lord gives no apparent reaction to your attempt at an icebreaker. Tough crowd. You take a deep breath, grounding yourself. “What are you doing here?” you ask.

“Were you dreaming just now?” he deflects.

The question takes you aback. You eye him carefully. “No, of course not. Deities don’t dream. I should think you would know all about that.”

“I am well aware of the limitations on the resting capabilities of divine beings. You are also the first deity I have encountered who was once mortal. I only wondered if the case might be different for you.” You swear that pensive gaze could pin you straight to your headboard.

“You could have just gone into my head to find out,” you point out. Though you’re glad he didn’t.

From beneath his tousled black hair, the Dream Lord’s blue eyes appraise you thoughtfully. “I considered as much, then came to the conclusion that it might be viewed as intrusive of me to do so if we are to be considering a collaboration.”

You almost laugh at that, then think better of it. Well, he has morals, at least. Shaking your head incredulously, you ask again, “What are you doing here, Dream Lord?”

“I seem to recall you extending an invitation for me to observe your function in the Realm of Attachment.” Your fantasy novel makes a quiet thud as he closes it swiftly, laying it back on your nightstand. “That invitation will be coming to fruition today.”

. . .

“Is this your messenger or emissary?”

Your eyes fix on the Dream Lord as you walk into your living room, fully dressed with daily assignments in hand. He stands by the front door with his hands in his coat pockets, staring down at Theo, who sits proudly at his feet.

“Uh, neither. And he’s not my royal librarian, either. He’s my foster dog.” You dip to rub Theo between the ears. “I don’t have assistants. I typically work alone. Though I’m hoping that’s about to change.” You offer him a small smile.

The Dream Lord gives only a low hum in response. His gaze slowly sweeps across the rest of your home. It’s certainly no palace with towers and spires. You can’t help but feel like he’s not really looking at your decor, though, but rather trying to read you. Acutely self-conscious, you change the subject. “Speaking of work, what were you hoping to observe today? I’m not sure how much time you have…”

“You are seeking my blessing to form a collaboration with you in which I will be interfering with the machinations of my mischievous sibling,” he replies, eyes continuing to study your humble townhome. His blue gaze finally comes to land on you. “I would suggest you give me the full breadth of experience, Deity of Love.”

Your heart stutters with a mix of nerves and excitement. Intrigued to let someone else have a small glimpse into your world, to actually share with someone for once. But terrified that it won’t be enough. Not just enough to get him to help you, but that the first person you truly open up to won’t see your work the way you do.

You swallow, pushing away those anxious thoughts. “Well, I suppose we’ll just start from the beginning. Each day starts with checking my list of assignments.” You extend the stack of papers to him, watch as his eyes flicker over the names there. “My daily assignments come from the Fates, who in turn base their assignments on information from your brother, Destiny.”

“Destiny,” Dream of the Endless breathes. His cool gaze settles on you. “My brother has never spoken of you before.”

You’re not sure if that should offend you or not. You decide to let it roll off. “That doesn’t surprise me. We’ve never actually met in person. And I don’t do much associating with other deities or Endless. I tend to keep to myself.” As you fish for your house keys in your pocket, you guide the Dream Lord out the front door. “So, that’s step one: Check my list for the day.”

“And what is next?”

You grin at him as the front door lock slides into place. “I get coffee.”

The Dream Lord’s face draws a blank. “Coffee,” he echoes back to you, clearly trying to connect the dots on how this is relevant.

“Indeed, Dream Lord. You said you wanted the full ‘Deity of Love experience,’ didn’t you?” The sidewalk is quiet and mostly empty this morning as you begin walking toward Cliff’s coffee shop. The golden autumn sunlight seems to endow his pale skin with a slightly warmer glow. You suddenly realize that he’s swapped his regal floor-length cloak for a more casual knee-length wool coat in an attempt to look more human. Something about that thought sticks out to you. You smile, slipping that thought in your pocket for another time.

As you approach the coffee shop, you turn to him and say, “Thank you again for accepting my invitation to come here. For giving my proposition a chance. I truly can’t tell you what it means to me.”

The Dream Lord glances at you out of the corner of his eye, his face stony and serious. “There was a time when I would have banished you to the Darkness for pulling such a stunt in my throne room. Deity or not.” He holds your gaze sternly for several seconds, then looks away. “But recent events have made me more….amiable.” He swallows, pink lips pursing. “Lucienne and I have discussed trying to be a more…adept listener.”

You gulp. If his reaction from the other day was his definition of “amiable,” you shudder to think of how he might have reacted before “recent events.” You had heard whispers of the Dream Lord throughout the ages, tales of a cruel prince who would unmake dreams and nightmares without a second thought, who sent a lover to rot in hell for breaking his heart, who doomed mortals to nightmare realms from which they’d never wake up. Keeping to yourself as you did, you’d never been able to judge the truth of those whispers, and you’d never felt comfortable asking Death about them. While the Endless beside you now would not be considered friendly, he seemed to be more reserved than unfeeling. Closed-off, rather than devoid.

“Well, I think being an amiable listener is something that each of us can always grow more adept at,” you concede. You pull open the coffee shop door with a wide grin. “Hey, Cliff!” you call as you enter, your broody guest trailing behind you. “I’m here for the usual.”

“Of course, Miss Love.” He’s already slipping the coffee into your hand as he speaks. Cliff affixes you with a tender smile, then eyes the Dream Lord with something toeing the line between intrigue and confusion. “And this is your…friend?”

“Ah, yes.” You turn to the tall, dark Endless at your side, who gazes at Cliff with interest. “This is my friend…”

“Morpheus,” the Dream Lord answers, giving the shop owner a polite nod. Not the most incongruous of names, you supposed, but it worked.

“Ah,” Cliff says, unsure of how to respond to that. “And your friend would like…?”

You expect him to decline or ask for something tall, black, and bitter, which is why you’re all the more pleasantly surprised when he rasps, “Earl grey.” Your hand finds the change in your pocket as Cliff prepares the blend and hands it to Morpheus. “Have a good one, Cliff,” you smile as the two of you turn and head back toward the door.

“You do realize that Endless and deities do not require food or drink, don’t you?” he mumbles lowly as you walk out the door.

“I do. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t still enjoy them, does it?” you offer with a smile. He doesn’t return it. Maker, it was going to be hard to open him up. You pause on the sidewalk outside the coffee shop. “Anyway, our next step is to go to the Realm of Attachment itself.” You look around for a mortal to pass through. With it being a weekend, the streets are much less crowded than normal. However, just a block away, you do spot a small flower stand with a few patrons milling about. You beckon Morpheus in that direction. As you walk, he takes a tentative sip from his to-go cup. A small, human-like gesture. If it weren’t for his wild mop of hair and the strange air about him, a mortal almost wouldn’t pay him a second glance. Almost.

As you draw near the flower stand, you lean toward him slightly. “I’ve never actually taken someone with me before, but based on the laws as I know them, I think we’ll need to be touching.” You offer him your elbow politely. His gaze flickers from your outstretched arm, to your face, then back to your elbow. Finally, his long fingers wrap lightly around your forearm. “Are you ready?” you ask him.

“I am.”

“Alright. Here we go, then,” you breathe. Slowing your pace, you guide your paths to pass behind an elderly couple looking at several pots of colorful mums. As the wife comes within reach, you gently touch your fingers to the back of her lightweight jacket. You close your eyes, reaching out to her heart, reaching through to the other side. Your muscles tense under Morpheus’s fingers. An autumn breeze kisses your cheeks. Your body hums, calling to the land itself like an old friend, and the land answers. You’ve made it.

You had never brought anyone to the Realm of Attachment before. You were largely a solitary being, and there had simply been no need to share this part of yourself with another before. When you turn to look at Morpheus, you do so tentatively, nervous to see his reaction.

While the street is largely empty, the flower shop patrons provide plenty of attachments for him to view up close in a variety of colors. Each thread is strong and radiating and alive. His blue eyes drink them in intently, a new, unfamiliar enigma for him to study. His gaze gradually glides to the buildings around you. Though no mortals are visible to your eyes, those residing inside send thousands upon thousands of threads bursting forth from the buildings in all directions. Some travel a block, some a mile, some a hundred miles, some more. His eyes slide up higher, roving over the sky above you. Unlike the Dreaming, there is no blue sky above. Instead, trillions of attachments blanket the heavens, every color of the rainbow intermingling and intertwining to form a radiant tapestry. His lips part ever so slightly at the sight.

It’s not much of a crack in his armor, but it is something. You know that he has seen and created countless fantastical realms as the Dream Lord. You can’t help but feel a little proud that your Realm seems to offer him something he hasn’t encountered before. “Welcome, Lord Morpheus,” you say quietly as you gauge his expression. “You’ve reached the Realm of Attachment.”

The Dream Lord is silent for several more moments. Finally, he murmurs, “It is…quite spectacular.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes follow his, drinking in the colorful heavens above you. “Sometimes it feels like I’m living in a ball of rainbow yarn,” you admit, only half joking.

You almost think you spot the Dream Lord’s lips twitch out of the corner of your eye. Almost. But when you turn your gaze to him, his expression hasn’t changed. “What are they?” he asks, eyes still trained above.

You smile. “These are my attachments.” One of your hands instinctively moves to graze the snow white thread connecting the elderly man and woman beside you. Morpheus’s eyes follow your movement. “These are the bonds of love that tie all of humanity together. This is my function.”

When Morpheus locks eyes with you next, you feel as if something subtle has shifted within them. Or maybe you’re imagining things. What you do know is that when he says, “Go on,” you feel as if he is expressing genuine interest for the first time since asking you about your sleep earlier this morning. It dawns upon you that in spite of the walls he seems to keep around him, he still harbors a desire for knowledge, to learn something new after eons of existence. Appealing to his curiosity may be an effective way to get him to open up.

“Well, let’s start with the colors. Each color represents a different type of attachment.” You beckon him to turn in a circle, pointing out attachments as you go. “First, we have the red thread; that is eros, or romantic, passionate love. A classic, of course. But I take care of much more than just romantic love. Here we have purple, or erotoropia, which is playful and flirtatious.” Your eye spots a family of three up ahead. “See that family in the store over there? Their bonds are green; storge, or unconditional, familial love. The orange bond between the mother and father is pragma; companionate love that includes common long-term interests. Next, we have blue, which is philautia – compassionate self-love.” You spot a church ahead to your left, radiating a particularly impressive amount of yellow threads. “The yellow attachments are agape. That’s universal, empathetic, selfless love. It encompasses faith-based love, as well. And the white thread connecting this couple? This is philia – an intimate, authentic bond. That’s a soul tie. It doesn’t just have to be romantic, though. They can be platonic, too.”

“How do you distinguish what is romantic from what is platonic?” he asks. His pale hand reaches out to touch the radiant white thread between the elderly couple beside you. His dark eyebrows furrow when his fingers merely pass through it.

“You’re not far off,” you encourage him. Your own fingers move to hold the white thread gently. In your grip, it pulses and thrums like a heartbeat. “All I have to do is hold it to determine if the bond is romantic or not. The attachments speak to me, and I speak to them. If I call upon them, they’ll tell me what I want to know.”

For the second time today, Morpheus gives a contemplative hum in response. His eyes sweep over the street, turning to the mortals farther up the block. His gaze suddenly pauses, his hand lifting to outstretch a finger. “And that one?” he asks. You follow his inclination to find yourself staring at a black thread connecting a young man to his phone screen. Your mouth goes dry at the sight.

“That is why we’re here. Why I’ve come to you for help.” Your feet instinctively lead you toward the black thread, and Morpheus follows. As you draw closer to the young man, you see that he is swiping through hookup apps on his phone. A pale red thread trails from his heart down the street, terminating somewhere out of sight. As your fingers grip the thread lightly, you take a deep breath and say, “You’ll find her through the app. Once you meet, you’ll both delete it.” Reinvigorated, the red thread solidifies. It glows brilliant crimson as if to say thank you.

Your eyes turn to Morpheus. His eyes are trained on your hands, watching them intently. “Black attachments are Desire’s handiwork. They’re a deviation in the plan, an interference with the love bonds between mortals. Desire will happily interfere with any attachment of mine, but they’ve been targeting my eros, pragma, and philia ties the most. As you saw.”

The Dream Lord’s clear eyes rise to yours. You can see the gears churning in his mind in the way he works his jaw, the intent with which he looks at you. “I should think that you and my sibling might collaborate at times. You do have similar functions.”

Your lips purse into a hard line. His assumption is good, one that you yourself had often thought in your early days of divinity. Before you were given a rude awakening. “I suppose you could say we walk a fine line. There have been times throughout history where we have worked together. After all, desire is often a part of love.” You pause, mulling over your next words, choosing them carefully. “But love is meant to be selfless. Something which Desire, in my personal experience, is not. They are ambitious, as well. That combination of selfishness and ambition has led to some…conflicts.” You swallow thickly, choking down a million words left unsaid.

The intensity of Morpheus’s gaze leaves you feeling like a riddle he’s trying to solve, a puzzle piece he’s studying the edges of. For the first time, it occurs to you that perhaps you are not the only one who feels they are in the presence of an enigma that needs solving. For a moment, you’re certain he’s noticed your difficulty speaking, certain he’ll inquire about all the words you didn’t say. Then, the moment fades. “I am still uncertain as to why you need my assistance with this matter.” He turns his gaze to your hands, to the red attachment that still thrums in them. “It appears you have already found a solution.”

“You make a good point. I am able to combat them. But there’s only so much I can do. Once the thread of desire has manifested, it often regains strength. I simply don’t have enough time to continually repair the bonds while also keeping up with my other attachments. Plus, as Desire grows more greedy, they create more and more ties. Look around you.” Morpheus mirrors you as you turn in a slow circle. A young couple with a white philia bond walks past you, the attachment dimming as a black thread snakes from the man to a woman across the street. Looking at the scene around you with new eyes, Desire’s dark bonds stand out starkly against the bright backdrop of your Realm, dark roots taking hold in a thriving ecosystem.

“I’ve been trying and trying. Not just recently, but for centuries. I simply can’t keep up. That’s why I came to you.” You turn to face the Dream Lord. You force yourself to display confidence, to raise your chin and hold his gaze. “I need your help.”

Dream of the Endless watches you for a long time. The sounds of the street dim to nothing in your ears, the kaleidoscope of colorful attachments blurring behind him. Again you feel the sensation that you are being read like a book, but this time you don’t fight it. You let him read you, see the determination in the set of your jaw, the earnesty in your eyes. You will him to see just how much this means. To feel it.

Finally, Morpheus raises his chin at you slightly. “Where are we to go next?” he murmurs.

You hold his gaze for a moment longer, then turn your attention to the list of names in your hand. You feel an all-encompassing warmth alight in your chest, like a fire taking spark in kindling. Your power. It calls out to the names on the papers. The colorful glows surrounding each one brighten in response. You lock eyes with the Dream Lord and smile. “Let’s get to work.”

…

Dream of the Endless had requested you give him “the full breadth of experience,” and you fully intended to give him the full breadth of experience. By the time you’d finished your coffee, you had enforced a storge attachment in a new single mother, strengthened the agape attachment in a persecuted evangelist, nurtured the pragma bonds of several young couples, and instilled philautia in an eating disorder treatment facility, to name a few. Not to mention the numerous eros and philia attachments you had fostered. You’d traveled halfway around the world, to boot. At this rate, you’d need another cup of coffee to make it through the day.

Fresh off an eros assignment in Sydney, you open your eyes to find yourself and your guest standing on a cobblestone street in Sicily. The early-autumn sun bakes the cobblestones, their warmth radiating through the soles of your shoes. Swaths of vines adorn the tall stone buildings. Before you stands a simple oak door leading into what appears to be a set of apartments. A pot of flowers overflowing with yellow and pink buds compliments the doorstep. You can sense the attachment you’re seeking within the home, feel it calling out to you.

“Oh, magnifico,” you say with a grin. You gesture for Morpheus to follow as your ethereal form slips through the door entirely.

On the other side is a narrow staircase. As you scale them, Morpheus calls after you, “I must admit, your function is more…involved than I might have presumed.” “Oh?” you call back, feigning surprise. “Did you assume I flew around sticking mortals with heart-tipped arrows all day?”

“That is not what I meant.” You chuckle quietly as you guide the two of you down the hallway at the top of the stairs. Apartment doors line either side, but your eyes are trained on the one at the end. A pause, and then, “Does everything truly come to pass as you say? The events that you dictate when you foster their attachments.”

“Yes, they do.” The two of you have reached the final door at the end of the hall. On the other side, you can feel the thread you’ve come for calling out for help. It’s a powerful call – perhaps more than one thread? You turn to Morpheus. “There are some limitations. Say your sibling Desire decides to meddle, or your sister Death calls them home before my events can transpire, for example. That will override my work. But in general, if I speak it, it will happen. Your brother, Destiny, knows the who and the what of humanity’s love connections. It’s my job to execute them, to make sure that they actually happen. I am the when, where, why, and how.” With that, you proceed through the door.

The room that you step into is quiet and dark. There is a staleness to the air, as if the walls themselves are holding their breath. As you walk forward, you spot dirty dishes on the table, a sink filled with murky water, a considerable stack of mail sitting on the counter. Morpheus spots them, as well; you see his dark form straighten slightly out of the corner of your eye. Your lips tighten.

The call in your veins leads you to a bedroom at the back of the apartment. As you step inside, you peer through the shadows to find a man and woman sleeping on the bed. They are tightly intertwined, their bodies wrapped around one another like armor. Your eye catches on the man’s furrowed brow, on the woman’s red, swollen eyes. Between their hearts are not one, but four threads; red, orange, green, and white. All pale, shuddering, and weary.

You swallow thickly, heart pounding in your ears. You look at Morpheus. Cloaked in the shadows of the room, he almost blends in entirely, save for his bright blue eyes. They watch you intently.

Your hand reaches out, slipping around all four threads at once. A gentle squeeze sends a sharp spear of pain through your gut, one that nearly buckles your knees. Images flash in your mind like an old time film reel: First date– first kiss– the wedding– she was the most radiant thing he’d ever seen– longing for a family– he was her rock– the test– the joy– the blood– so much–

“Are you alright?” Your eyes spring open at Morpheus’s rumbling voice. Though he hasn’t moved, you find that there is something new in his eye, a thinly veiled wariness.

You release the attachments, and with that the pain dissipates. But not the images in your mind. They remain imprinted there, a reel stuck on replay. “Yes, I’m fine,” you say quietly. You breathe in deeply, out slowly, re-centering yourself. As the warmth within your chest hums, the threads between the young couple quiver. I’ll help you, you think solemnly.

Slowly, you reach out your hand. You pluck them one by one, like playing a harp. In response to your touch, they seem to glow and sing. “You won’t give up,” you murmur. Your fingers strum the threads a second time, savoring the hum they echo against your fingertips. “Not on yourselves, not on each other, not on this life you want to build so desperately. Each others’ arms will be your greatest comfort. Each others’ smiles will be your greatest strength. You are each others’ safe haven.” You pause. Hot tears sting your eyes, and you blink them away. “Where you go, she will go; and where you stay, he will stay. Your unconditional love will be rewarded. I believe that.”

The threads in your hand give one final hum, then relax against your fingertips. Once dull and faint, they now shine brightly, illuminating the room. You feel a shift at your side and turn to see Morpheus beside you. He gazes down at the couple silently. Though his face is impassive, something smolders in his eyes. You can’t place what burns within them, but it is undeniably present.

“I know them,” he murmurs after several quiet moments. “I have often gifted them dreams of a contented family. I recall seeing them in the Dreaming not long ago. They were to call her Sofia.” He pauses. “They dream of her, even now.”

You close your eyes slowly, feel the hot tears slip down your cheeks. Standing still in this moment where your function, where your passion, has crossed paths with that of the Endless beside you. When you open your eyes, you look back to the sleeping couple at your side. “Love isn’t always easy, or clean, or beautiful. But each love is powerful and perfect in its own way.” You swallow, outstretching your fingers to strum the threads one final time. “This is humanity, Morpheus. This is what we live to protect.”

. . .

“Do you have time for one last quick stop?”

In spite of the late hour, the Realm of Attachment is colored just as brightly as it had been this morning. The sun never sets here, the land perpetually lit by the glow of your attachments. Morpheus stands beside you on the sidewalk outside your townhome, a dark smear of ink in the midst of so much color. You turn to him, offering him a small smile. “Thank you so much for accompanying me today. I know it’s getting late and that you must return to the Dreaming. A jogger passes by my townhome every evening; she should be here any minute now. Before that, there’s just one last thing I want to show you. It’ll only take a moment.”

Morpheus peers down at you thoughtfully. The rainbow sky swirls like nebulae in his bright eyes. With a dip of his chin, he says, “Did I not request the full breadth of experience?”

Your grin widens. You beckon him to join you by Matt and Ava’s window. Peeking through the open curtains, our eyes settle on the young couple sitting in their dining room. Plates of steaming lasagna and colorful salad sit before them, all but forgotten as they laugh and talk instead. Between their hearts thrum seven strings, one of each color: Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, white.

“Aren’t they amazing?” you breathe. Your eyes hang onto the love in Matt’s eyes, the joy in Ava’s smile, the vulnerability and intimacy that seems to shimmer in the space between them. They are in love. Something ancient aches in your chest at the sight, something you buried long ago. “It’s rare for two mortals to share every form of attachment with another person. Typically you’re missing one or the other. But they have themall.” You smile softly. “I’ve been with them since the beginning. I’m so proud of them.”

Though the Dream Lord says nothing, you can feel his eyes on you. Time seems to pass slowly as you stand on the sidewalk. Only the gradual loudening of quick footsteps pulls you out of your reverie.

“Ah, our ride is here.” You extend your elbow to Morpheus. He takes it without a word. As the jogger runs past, you close your eyes and reach out, fingers brushing over her arm. A cool breeze kisses your face; the light shining against the back of your eyelids dims. When you open your eyes, it’s just you and the Dream Lord on a dark street, standing under a sky full of stars.

“Well, that’s it. That’s a day in the life of Agape, Deity of Love,” you say with a shrug, stuffing your hands in your pockets. You eye Morpheus curiously, cocking an inquisitive eyebrow at him. “Do you have any…questions?”

“I do, in fact. There is much I still wish to know,” he responds, voice crisp and clear in the cool evening air. He pauses, then adds, “But I presume you will have sufficient time to answer my questions at a future date, given that we will be working in tandem now.”

The autumn air seems to suspend itself around you. Your lips part ever so slightly in awe. One beat, two. You’re processing– or, rather, struggling to process what he just said. Did he just say– “Are you serious?” you ask breathlessly.

Morpheus inclines his head slightly. Is that a twinkle in his eye? Or is it the lamplight? You’re not sure. “I have come to the conclusion that a partnership between our realms may be mutually beneficial,” he says matter-of-factly. Spoken with his ancient timber, the statement feels as if it’s been etched into stone, immortalized for all eternity.

A heady, elating mixture of joy, relief, and nervous excitement washes through you. You smile, laugh, riding the emotional high in a daze. “This is incredible. Thank you so much, Morpheus. You have no idea what this means to me. Truly no idea.” You shake your head incredulously. The Deity of Love partnering with Dream of the Endless. Who might’ve guessed? “So, what’s next?” you ask.

“Next, you will observe my function in my Realm. Only after that time will we begin to work.” As the Dream Lord speaks, he tucks his arm into one side of his coat. Within the folds of fabric, you swear you catch a glimpse of a starry night sky as he pulls out a helmet with large glass eyes and a long nose. A strange sense of deja vu settles over you, and then you realize – this is the helm you saw on the Gates of Horn in the Dreaming. Morpheus places the helm on his head slowly, obscuring his blue eyes from view.

“In two days’ time, Matthew will gather you and bring you to the Dreaming,” he instructs. Through the helm, his voice sounds warped and far away. One pale hand dips into his pocket, procuring a palmful of sand. The grains seem to leap to life in his fingers, jumping, swirling, dancing, tumbling. You can already feel the winds picking up around him, forming a new vortex. You take a step back. “We shall see you soon, Love,” he rasps.

And with a tempest of sand, he’s gone.

“See you soon.”

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where you go (i will go) - part iii

Summary: The Dream Lord receives a lesson in love (and your reliance on caffeinated beverages).

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x f!reader

Words: 5.9k+

part one // series masterlist

“Running like a river trying to find the ocean,

flowers in the concrete;

Climbing over fences, blooming in the shadows,

Places that you can’t see;

Combing through the melody when the night bird sings,

Love is a wild thing.”

- Love is a Wild Thing, Kacey Musgraves

. . .

Part iii.

Your eyes sting with hot tears. Please, you mouth silently. What are you supposed to do when the person you desperately want to rescue you is the one inflicting the pain?

. . .

As your mind fully returns to itself, you do register one other sound. The fluttering of pages. It sounds so close–

You sit up swiftly. Of all the things you could have possibly seen, you definitely did not expect to find your gaze settling on the face of a certain Endless.

“Were you dreaming just now?” he deflects.

The question takes you aback. You eye him carefully. “No, of course not. Deities don’t dream. I should think you would know all about that.”

“You could have just gone into my head to find out,” you point out. Though you’re glad he didn’t.

You almost laugh at that, then think better of it. Well, he has morals, at least. Shaking your head incredulously, you ask again, “What are you doing here, Dream Lord?”

. . .

“Is this your messenger or emissary?”

“Destiny,” Dream of the Endless breathes. His cool gaze settles on you. “My brother has never spoken of you before.”

“And what is next?”

You grin at him as the front door lock slides into place. “I get coffee.”

The Dream Lord’s face draws a blank. “Coffee,” he echoes back to you, clearly trying to connect the dots on how this is relevant.

“Ah, yes.” You turn to the tall, dark Endless at your side, who gazes at Cliff with interest. “This is my friend…”

“Morpheus,” the Dream Lord answers, giving the shop owner a polite nod. Not the most incongruous of names, you supposed, but it worked.

“Ah,” Cliff says, unsure of how to respond to that. “And your friend would like…?”

“You do realize that Endless and deities do not require food or drink, don’t you?” he mumbles lowly as you walk out the door.

“I am.”

The Dream Lord is silent for several more moments. Finally, he murmurs, “It is…quite spectacular.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes follow his, drinking in the colorful heavens above you. “Sometimes it feels like I’m living in a ball of rainbow yarn,” you admit, only half joking.

Finally, Morpheus raises his chin at you slightly. “Where are we to go next?” he murmurs.

…

“Oh, magnifico,” you say with a grin. You gesture for Morpheus to follow as your ethereal form slips through the door entirely.

You swallow thickly, heart pounding in your ears. You look at Morpheus. Cloaked in the shadows of the room, he almost blends in entirely, save for his bright blue eyes. They watch you intently.

“Are you alright?” Your eyes spring open at Morpheus’s rumbling voice. Though he hasn’t moved, you find that there is something new in his eye, a thinly veiled wariness.

. . .

“Do you have time for one last quick stop?”

Morpheus peers down at you thoughtfully. The rainbow sky swirls like nebulae in his bright eyes. With a dip of his chin, he says, “Did I not request the full breadth of experience?”

Though the Dream Lord says nothing, you can feel his eyes on you. Time seems to pass slowly as you stand on the sidewalk. Only the gradual loudening of quick footsteps pulls you out of your reverie.

And with a tempest of sand, he’s gone.

“See you soon.”

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cyclone-rachel · 2 years

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2022 Omniverse Rewatch + Episode Ranking

Part 3: Arc 3

assorted thoughts/observations:

Is that what the Chupacabra looks like, really

Oh, so they changed the intro, but Feedback isn’t on either young Ben’s side or older Ben’s side, he’s just in the beginning

Magic is his cousin’s business, not his.

Ben *shaking hands emoji* Zak: having a nemesis voiced by Corey Burton that they fuckin’ murdered

But he still watched TV, or at least listened to the alien equivalent of the radio.

Is Mr. Baumann’s shop the only alien grocery store in town?

If I had a nickel for every time Corey Burton and Dwight Schultz played two supervillains who teamed up with each other and argued a lot in a children’s cartoon from the early-mid 2010s, I’d have two nickels. That’s not a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice within the span of 5 months.

Man. He’s still got it. I love his voice so much.

Which is exactly how long it took for this crossover to happen after the end of Secret Saturdays.

Welp, you failed at that.

That’s not exactly what he was asking.

Yeah, it is rad, thank you Ben.

So what exactly are your grades for your villains?

Ben’s destroyed a lot of those transmogrifiers.

Repeat that nickel meme, but with “if I had a nickel for every time a Corey Burton villain got murdered by Feedback”. And two in a row too, god.

I can’t believe this is how this episode starts.

I mean, how many of his villains aren’t gimmicky?

You’re really gonna put her in the Null Void? Isn’t she not enough of a threat for that?

I do appreciate the literary references, but also Gwen did make that one in I think Alien Force.

Revonnahganders *shaking hands emoji* Tamaraneans: being cat-like

Road trip!!!

Okay, this subspecies and swarm gastronomy thing is very cool actually.

I don’t think Aggregor ever did that

That was funny, I will say.

Can you really not see the difference between them, Ben?

It’s wild that he has access to them both

They both have points.

So when were you last on the ship? Was it when you were Alien X

Not that much older. Although I guess they could age faster than others.

I love that they both admit that they should’ve listened to each other.

YEAH, Rook doing the Captain America move

Did he say the Revonnahgander equivalent of “motherfucker”

Oh man, those machines look like the ones Thanos and his army used in Infinity War.

Is that the equivalent of “tough titties”

Okay, that is smart

Not going to say the V-word, but it’s the V-word.

Oh yeah that’s definitely Earth, isn’t it.

I like that we see a Pax poster in this episode, given who shows up later

Just Vaxasaurian?

I don’t think the Omnivoracious looks like a goose.

So what exactly is a roach coach?

Wait, so did Ben get a new hoodie? I thought it was ripped by Khyber in the season 1 finale.

This is a cool idea, one place that rotates through different alternate universes.

Why “take a deep breath”? Also, I miss Tetrax.

Does 23 not realize that he’s turning into aliens, just as he’s fighting “evil hater aliens”?

23 still has the original Omnitrix, too. Interesting.

He’s famous, but not rich, which is important.

I still wonder if this “Frank” is Gwen’s dad.

That was really funny (although maybe this Vilgax just hasn’t been to Earth yet?)

So I guess Ben took over Billions tower here? Or was it Nemesis tower?

I really like the sound effects used for his electricity powers.

Also, it makes complete sense as to why the Plumbers don’t seem to be a thing here, both because they don’t like aliens and because Max didn’t live long enough to be Magister and establish a Plumber presence on Earth. Although maybe Azmuth, Tetrax, and Sevenseven Twentythreetwentythree could do that eventually.

So were they just living at the end of this one street?

Is it really a nest? There’s only 3 of them.

How many Bens have lost their Maxes?

You sure about that?

Azmuth can be his substitute Grandpa, I guess. Which is a very nice concept.

Hell yeah they can explore that.

I’ve seen this episode so many times, but I still love it a lot.

Okay never mind, I’m stupid, I forgot Incarcecon wasn’t in the Null Void

So I guess they do know who they’re emptying the prison for?

His voice is still so good!

Did he have that title before this series?

Also I just realized, insert that nickel meme again but “for every time Steve Blum has played a character titled “insert name here” The Conqueror”, because he later played Kang the Conqueror in Avengers Assemble

Ben, are you okay.

Was that an attack?

He doesn’t look like a shrimp.

I don’t know, why don’t you kiss her yourself and find out?

How hard will you try?

Is it really why he has it? I mean, I guess, he did shoot Xylene’s ship

I love this so much, they’re having an actual conversation

I can’t believe Vilgax just threw him at Attea

The Incurseans have grades?

That height difference there is so good

Glad Rook didn’t Gwen Stacy him

No, seriously, what came over him?

Wait, is Gravattack magnetic?

I would have liked to see a Milleous/Max fight

Eon being a Ben does explain why he likes time puns so much

Also this is probably my favorite version of Eon, if only because the others are not terribly memorable to me

What a smooth transition

So did they just bring Rob Paulsen in to play Ditto, or is Patelliday also in this episode

What were you going for, Eon?

I still think it would’ve been very good/sad if young Ben found out teen Ben had Feedback re-acquired

Man, I’d love to see more of Paradox. But then again, I guess I could just watch more Doctor Who for something like that.

So was Eon already planning the thing he’s going to do in like 25 episodes?

I like that Paradox’s hand itself is ticking like a clock

Ah, you can see Gwen standing in the background before she first talks

I was wondering what exactly it did, and now I have the answer, thank you

So where is this?

Okay, that’s still funny

I can’t believe Paradox and Eon have never interacted before this episode I’m pretty sure. It’s a very interesting dynamic

Has anyone looked up those coordinates in real life?

This is a really good sequence, the Bens and Gwens working together

How would young Ben know what Clockwork looks like?

Also young Clockwork looks adorable

“Good seeing you… me… again.” Hmmm. Is that about Showdown part 2, even if young Ben wouldn’t remember that for obvious reasons

Is this a different version of the time war than the one we saw later?

I still wonder how the OV character design team reacted when they found out Peter Capaldi was the Doctor and looked like Paradox

Also did we ever get the first meeting between Ben and Paradox from Paradox’s point of view? Like what he was talking about when he said “you’re a lot smarter than you were when I met you later”

Again, I love this episode a lot, it’s just great

This opening is just weird

Also who prefers turkey bacon anyway? I guess people who can’t have regular bacon, but I assumed Ben could. Maybe that’s just a thing Yuri added?

“beef”, ha, nice one. Also, I guess they would make alien bacon

Well, now you jinxed it, Ben.

If there’s any time Baumann sounds like Malware a bit, it’s when he’s mad. Although he mostly sounds like Ratchet.

I do like the UAF jacket and T-shirt look in the OV style, is this the only time we get to see that?

Also skeptical that hot chocolate would be able to do that.

Are people eating these tube socks, or smelling them?

I love that people know he wrecks Baumann’s car so much

I also love that there’s just a normal-looking guy who happens to be green here

You’re auctioning her off. Okay.

So why is Psychobos there? I thought he was still on Galvan Prime.

Uh hey what’s Darkstar doing there also

Don’t you want to make sure the packages are safe?

Does Ben have a flip phone?

Ester really should have been in more episodes

That’s not that many guys, though.

I highly doubt anyone would let you near children

Man, Psyphon is kind of cool now.

So where are you going to take the dwarf star?

Well, you asked for him not to wreck your car. You said nothing about your house.

That’s… really sad.

Those are some familiar sunglasses.

So what’s the most toxic?

That’s a very cool sign

I feel like he was inspired by Rocket Raccoon. Except, you know, a duck.

Okay, that’s very cool, as well.

Not this guy again!

Uh hey, isn’t that the same design as the Null Void projector in the Ben 10K episode

Was it defenseless, really?

Well obviously, you need to get out of there

What does that even mean, man?

I’m really glad that Rook gets to go off in this episode

Did it just eat one of the Incurseans?

He means wait for it.

Okay, that was a smart plan, actually.

Could’ve at least let him have his pie

That’s not against the law

You were saying, about nothing happening on Revonnah?

Ben, what are you doing, honestly

“do you even have to ask” Aww, I love that.

So like. How do you suppose Attea got onto Galvan Prime and broke him out of jail?

He did a lot of things while Rook was away, apparently.

Rook’s dad sounds so sinister.

Okay, now you gotta know something is wrong.

So why haven’t the Plumbers asked the Cerebrocrustaceans for help at all?

Yeah, why do they need so much?

Well that’s not good.

It kind of did, they probably should’ve recognized that earlier.

Did Ben have a dinosaur phase when he was a kid

Astrodactyl’s powers do look cool.

That’s not a lot of formula.

Is that really a Plumber philosophy?

This is very nice!

I mean, he’s worked with other villains before.

He literally said last season that when he’s bored, he fiddles with the Omnitrix.

That’s a pretty good reason for traffic to be held up.

And how do they know that exactly, before anyone else does?

Uh, lady, they’ve been living among you for a while now.

Fucking Harangue is back

I really don’t want to make a certain comparison

Maybe this is a job for an alternate Ben who did think aliens were all evil before he learned otherwise.

“do I detect a hint of daddy issues” yeah, he worked with someone who had exactly that for like 5 years, he knows what that’s like

I guess Ben just has really bad luck

Is “hot buttered biscuits” an actual phrase

I’ve always thought the mummy was cool.

“he’s mine” in what way, Attea?

Rook has a point

Are you really sure about that?

Have you tried turning it off and then back on again

Oh right, he did break into the Plumber base that one time

Ben you idiot

It’s a good suggestion.

They’re just standing there.

You think?

Okay, that was funny

A classic sky-portal situation.

Goddamn there’s a lot of them.

Man. Poor Max, and Ben, and everyone in this situation

They don’t sound like they’re rejoicing at all.

Ha, goodbye and good riddance.

And right on time, things get worse.

How does he think that’s any better than what things were like before?

What exactly would he have loved?

I also love that Argit is with the team, for some reason. Also that Rook is carrying him.

What is that car, though.

Of course it’s a watch repair shop.

Gwen has anime glasses, love it.

So, after this episode, are they going to change those monuments to be back to normal?

Once again, chad Incursean right there.

I mean, Gwen is really good at tracking Ben’s mana, after all. Even probably while in other alien forms.

He’d tell you who he was, if you let him talk.

Did Ben pull that out of his ass or something?

I mean, it could be a romance.

I still really like the design for the Plumber base.

Wait, so how did Attea get there so fast?

This is just weird.

Incredibly nice of Azmuth, to do all that.

How many times has Psychobos augmented himself?

Damn, Ben.

“glorious Incursean news network”, oh boy

Is that really true?

That probably should have killed him.

Gosh that looks cool.

Holy shit, go Attea.

That’s nice, at least.

Ben’s hair looks really nice in that shot.

And of course he wants a smoothie.

Arc 3 rankings: 1. Ben Again 2. Vilgax Must Croak 3. Store 23 4. The Frogs of War part 1 5. While You Were Away 6. The Frogs of War part 2 7. Tummy Trouble 8. Special Delivery 9. TGIS 10. Rad

Original rankings: 1. Ben Again 2. Store 23 3. Vilgax Must Croak 4. While You Were Away 5. The Frogs of War part 1 6. The Frogs of War part 2 7. Special Delivery 8. TGIS 9. Tummy Trouble 10. Rad

Basic thoughts: So this is a really good arc? I do like Malware and his team more as antagonists, but Attea is also good, and we also get a fantastic re-introduction to Vilgax in this season as well as two of the best stand-alone episodes of the series which become more important later on. Even the lower-ranked episodes are at least fun and entertaining, and I found things to like about them. And I know that the crossover isn’t great, but I still enjoyed that too.

#ben 10 #ben 10 omniverse #rachel talks about stuff

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too old for this shift:

here we go😬

connie and grace’s video message for charlie🥲

ah new titles! i still miss the old ones tbh. one of my twitter mutuals @/ProductionsJAW has a thread where he’s edited the 2014 titles but with the current characters into every episode since begin again and it’s great! he also does these titles as well (the 2016 ones)

robyn realising charlie’s been working there for longer than she’s been alive. pretty sure ethan’s the oldest that applies to so he and everyone younger weren’t even alive when charlie started working there thats so weird bc that’s such a big chunk of characters😭

jacob’s thinking of proposing to connie🥺

lmaoo david accidentally letting slip to charlie that he has a surprise party. ofc it would either be david or robyn

ethan and alicia playing with a child by blowing up gloves🥺🥺🥺

when steph gets hit by that car all i can think of is the blooper where there’s a camera person still in the shot😭

ah josh. he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding was he? why was he even in the hospital let alone a random cubicle?? he could’ve just not come to the hospital prior to the party and then charlie couldn’t have spoiled his own surprise??

“the day the great charlie fairhead hangs up his gloves is the day the nhs falls off a cliff!” first of all “falls of a cliff”💀💀 second, the nhs is looking pretty close to falling of a cliff these days is charlie planning on retiring?? although the implication that charlie is single handedly holding up the nhs is so funny to me, like not just the department, not just the hospital, the ENTIRE nhs😭😭

connie :(

tess!

max trying to flirt with the agency nurse who looks a bit like zoe. she doesn’t reciprocate and noel goes “looks like you just crashed and burned, buddy” and then asks if she reminds him of anyone but max doesn’t see it😭 also “crashed and burned”💀

i wonder how jonnie could’ve gone if all this hadn’t happened

lily calling iain and jez “immature boys” so true

oh jacob walking out the staff room to iain and jez that’s another one from the bloopers

fletch! “if i’m here in 30 years you have permission to shoot me in the head”😭😭

ahh establishing the air ambulance guy. that’s how you know he’s gonna die. same thing happened with that paramedic in the s35 ambulance crash

did they rehearse that dance sjskfkfk

ethan trying to talk to alicia is such a disaster😭😭

cal making fun of how tight his trousers are and then trying to give him advice sjsjdj

the video of all the staff by reception with what looks like champagne (and you can see that david has something different, possibly orange juice, which would suggest whatever everyone else has is alcoholic at least) but surely they shouldn’t be drinking if they’re on shift, even just a small glass?? maybe they filmed it at the end of their shift

the fact that grace would’ve been fine if the helicopter hadn’t crashed😭😭

it’s wild because how on earth did they both survive DRIVING OFF A CLIFF

and how on earth did grace survive driving off a cliff AND a helicopter crash

lmao lily coming in and talking to charlie about a patient as he’s trying to watch his video and doesn’t pick up on his cues until he explicitly says he’s busy. that’s autism babes

cal making sure fletch isn’t driving after drinking. well at least he has some amount of responsibility. i suppose if anything would make sure you never even consider driving after drinking it’s being an emergency doctor

alicia commenting on ethan’s trousers too😭😭

cal nearly being hit by a helicopter rotor blade right where he is later stabbed😫

if i had a nickel for every time ethan’s been trapped under a collapsed structure and yet somehow made it out with minimal injury, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

noel’s so surprised that they’re closing the ed as if there isn’t a helicopter blocking the collapsed entrance😭

“i’ll hold the leg, you roll these skin kissers down” “i was told this was what all the cool kids were wearing”

i can’t see jac walking in to the ed without hearing “holy fuck, that looks like the end of casualty” from the bloopers sjdkkffk 2016 really had the best bloopers and i will keep pointing them out

connie :(

“i’m in my boxer shorts. i’m stuck under this rubble like stig of the dump” he’s so funny😭😭 his boxers are patterned though that’s snazzy

this is the scene!! “sorry i’ve never been very good at being injured. cal says that’s why i got into medicine. to learn how to fix myself” i don’t remember which episode it was where i talked about this already but basically what i said was it sounds more like he’s talking about his mental health because doctors don’t actually treat themselves of course. and actually now that i’m watching it, the tone of his voice definitely supports that and judging by the way alicia looks at him she’s picked up on it too

NIBBLES ORIGIN STORY he goes straight from implying something about his mental health to talking about he used to lock himself in his room and not speak to anyone for days so… yeah

alicia’s face😭😭 she’s wondering why he’s telling her this. the advice cal gave him earlier was to match her energy: if she’s spiky, be spiky back, if she’s vulnerable, be vulnerable back, if she’s horny, you’re horny. but she wasn’t being vulnerable he just started being vulnerable out of nowhere and she’s so confused sjskfkfk she didn’t even know that cal called him nibbles😭

thinking about it, isn’t this what happened with fenisha too? it was ethan being vulnerable with her in the comic con episode that massively kickstarted her feelings for him

omg just remembered that on that casualty confessions account someone sent one after this ep saying they wished the nibbles backstory was more child friendly because apparently a 6 year old misspelling the word nipples is inappropriate😭 i mean as long as the context is not sexual, which is clearly wasn’t, there’s nothing more child friendly than nipples, they literally exist to feed children😭😭 what a take

cal absolutely bricking it clambering into the scaffolding with a med kit when ethan and alicia set the siren off and they’re just stood there pretty much fine and alicia’s like “he’s dislocated his patella” and cal’s like “what, that’s it?” i love protective big brother cal sjdkfkf

charlie manages to be annoying even when he’s speaking sense

big mac! he calls charlie an “unflappable guardian angel” lol remember when ethan called himself unflappable

elle looks really good this episode

poor jacob :(

ethan managed to put his “skin kissers” back despite his knee then?

“the only way to clear the department is to have a catastrophic helicopter crash?”😭

grace has a subdural haematoma and it’s not looking good :(

cal stood looking at the blade that narrowly missed him :(

“i took your advice. it backfired spectacularly” “what’s that?” “i showed alicia my vulnerable side. now she thinks i’m some sort of basket case” “yeah, because women often stand and stare adoringly at potential basket cases” 🥺🥺🥺 and ethan looks at her and she is indeed staring adoringly then she looks away and cal goes “go on you better go before she realises it’s true”😭

he starts to go and then cal’s like “what was it you said to her that was so vulnerable anyway?” and ethan just shakes his head. cal’s probably thinking he told her about their mum or emilie or having the huntington’s gene or something not why he calls him nibbles😭😭😭 no actually maybe not because would she possibly think he was a basket case if he told her about the hd??? maybe cal just can’t think of anything because he doesn’t realise how much his bullying actually hurt ethan

ooo that shot of cal looking at the blade that almost hit him again… bit of foreshadowing?😥😥

you see though, cal DID know that alicia fancied ethan back so not only was he probably breaking some kind of bro code by knowingly dating his brother’s crush, he also knew that she liked him back! so he shouldn’t really have been so surprised when she cheated on him should he? like what exactly was he expecting to happen😭😭

it’s wild how somehow every single main character made it through this alive

#classic casualty #too old for this shift

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If I had a nickel for every time some one requested a detailed scenario where you can dance with Link, I'd have two nickels.

Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

I should have known there were those who yearn. (And I listened to the song you referenced anon, and it's nice but I personally like Sam Smith's version better.)

But yes, I'll see what I can do.

Part 1 will include Warrior, Sky and Four

Content under the cut!

Warrior

Warrior wasn’t sure why the princess thought that throwing a party for the hero was considered a good thing.

Or at least not without warning them about it first.

He supposed she was just excited to invite heroes of the ears into her home and wanted them to feel that at least their efforts were appreciated.

But he hated this.

And Link knew he wasn’t the only one to think so if the looks of his companions were anything to go by.

But even as he makes his rounds amongst the elite, the fake and the genuine, he tried to make sure that his friends were at least have a comfortable time. He wanted them to know that they didn’t have to keep a face like he did amongst this group so if they wanted to have fun and dance and eat then they could.

They were guests in his home as well.

But no matter where he looked and no matter how many rounds he made, he noticed that were nowhere to be found.

Confused, he ventured outside the venue.

And as he looking for you, he just sees a silhouette against the moon light on top of one of the decorative rocks out in the middle of the rose bush maze.

There was no one else around and then again the guards and people were too drunk and joyful to notice someone breaking the ground rules of conduct or if they noticed, they simply did not care.

He makes his way toward the shadow and stalls for a moment when you look his way.

The way the light hit your frame seemed delicate and ethereal with an otherworldly glow to your hair and skin. The royal purple garb they gave you as a gift for not having anything suitable to wear to the party hugged your curves and angles in all the right ways. Someone must have offered you some jewelry to go with it because he doesn’t remember you having the gold necklace and matching head piece that pulls your hair back into a crown of curls tat frame your face in a divine manner.

Link found himself unable to breath for a second.

You smile and say, “I’m just taking in some air.”

“Not enjoying the party?” He blurts, worried for a moment that you’ve been uncomfortable this entire time... by yourself.... away from everyone.... just sitting in the darkness with the sounds of music and laughter in the background.

“It felt weird to be at a heroes party when I myself- am not a hero.” You shrug and lean back casually on the rock. “Here to drag me back Capitan?”

Warrior blinks and registers the change of pace in the music and will deny to the end of his life where he found the nerve to do what he does next.

He smoothly places the his cup of lightly bubbled alcohol on one of the lower rocks and holds out his hand to you. “Dance with me. Just once.”

You blink and also tune into the music behind the two of you.

It’s a slow dance.

You gradually smile and reach out to him, pulling yourself from the rocks surface and into his arms. “Just one dance.”

Warrior tries to hide the gulp that threatens to noticeably bob his Adam’s apple and places his hands on your waist and holds your hand respectfully. “Have you danced before?”

“Technically.” You answer and place your own hands in his and on his shoulder, pulling yourself closer to him. “I while I know how to dance with the elite, it’s just never been my scene.”

“I know how you feel.” Warrior takes the leads and guides you through the steps of the song. He’s been through countless hours of training for battle- and not those that end in bloodshed- but those that take place in the ball room with the nobles and high end society that would have one looked at him scorn and distaste.

He doesn’t blame you for wanting to get away.

But he does want you to enjoy yourself... if only a little bit.

The steps come naturally to him and he takes a moment to spin you around before you trip over your own feet.

A small giggle escapes your lips as you twirl and send the fabric billowing around you.

Warrior is struck stupid by the sight and almost steps off beat with the music. He’s quick to correct himself but he seemed to have your laughter on his mind on repeat.

“I’d stay out here with you if I could.” He admits as he repositions himself against you, trying to lead you away from the rose thorns and the maze itself so neither of you get caught up in it. “But unfortunately my disappearance won’t go unnoticed for long.”

“Oh...” You blink and look up into his eyes. “I suppose you really only have time for one dance, huh?”

He’s unprepared by how disappointed you sound and it would appear so are you with how quick you try to cover it up.

“It’s fine! You’re an important figure here, I guess it’s only natural that every one would want your attention. I hope you enjoy the party though. Unlike me, you deserve the recognition.” You smile genuinely but your eyes look like they’re trying to get some unknown message across.

“If I can somehow get away again-” Warrior rushes to keep your smile there and to include you in the collective joy the party was supposed to bring. “-Will you save another dance for me?”

You hum and tap you finger to you chin in thought. “It hasn’t been that bad being out here by myself...”

Warrior really hopes that you let him dance with you again even when you pull apart to the end of the music.

But you grin and reach up to boop his nose with the same finger. “Alright soldier boy, since you asked so nicely I’ll save the last dance just for you.”

Warrior laughs a little breathlessly and has to force himself to step away from you. He hopes to any and all who can hear them that’s he’s not actually blushing right now. “Ok. I’ll be back then.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Sky

Sky was sure that every one was having a great time.

The music was loud and energetic and his friends were all off doing their own thing while the festival was in full motion.

It was a celebration for the people’s loftwings since it was usually the time of the year that they left their rider’s side- presumably to go lay their eggs for the next generation of riders.

But it was all fun and games for everyone involved.

Wind and Four seemed to be in a highly competitive match of toss the sack with Twilight being the point keeper on the other end. Wild and Hyrule were busy enjoying the food and no doubt collecting the recipes (Sky was hoping that Wild would make the food so he was no way inclined to stop him). Time and Warrior were off in a corner, talking to each other with a cup in each of their hands. Legend stood next to them without a cup but he seemed to be more interested in the décor and loftwings themselves.

But you...

Sky stopped walking along the ribbon perimeter and looked over to you.

You were by yourself... You didn’t particularly happy..

And that just won’t stand.

With subtle determination, he marches over to you and taps your shoulder.

You seem to blink back into the present and raise an eyebrow to him in return.

He can see the question on your lips just as you’re about to say it so he juts his head into he direction of the dance area with a simple hand out in your direction.

He hopes his intentions are clear.

You eye his hand and snap your mouth shut with a soft click. Sky gulps suddenly, a strange bout of nervousness attempting to choke his system as you take your time to think about his offer.

Sky would never force you to do something that you don’t want to do but really (and he has no idea where this urge comes from) wants to dance with you.

Just once.

Just once to see you smile and enjoy yourself.

To see you happy.

You place your hand in his, soft and small and so much different than his own. “Lead the way, Boy Wonder.”

You smile and he returns your gesture, gently pulling you toward the open area as the next song starts. It’s light and airy and it’s enough to keep you moving even if you both stall for a minute to just sway side to side in each others arms.

Sky didn’t know that he’d feel so whole and accomplished by just holding you.

Emboldened by the tune of the events, Sky takes a step back and twirls you around as the music flows up and down again just in time to bring you back into his arms.

You laugh. “Perfect timing.”

“I do try.” Sky winks.

You giggle to yourself with a small shake of your head but you keep swaying with Sky across the dance floor.

The music comes to an end and Sky does his best gentleman’s bow as he lets go of you completely- even if he finds that he doesn’t want to. “An absolute honor to dance with you.”

The music starts up again in a similar tune but all he would have to settle for is just one dance. It’s all he’s comfortable with asking from you.

“Sky wait.” You blurt.

He turns around to see that... well you seemed to have startled yourself as well.

“I um..” You bite your lip and vaguely gesture to the musicians in the distance. “They’re not done.”

Sky smirks a little. “But the song is.”

“I uh... Just one more dance?” You hold your hand out to him this time and he stares in shock.

Not for long though.

He’s quick to place his hand in your and pull himself back to you. “I’d love to.”

Four

Four was excited to show everyone around the Festival of Fools. It was his favorite time of the year where everyone got to be silly and destress and play and eat and dance.

Four had always run around trying to do what he could never get away with on a typical day but right now he had to make sure his traveling companion didn’t actually burn the town down.

He loved them but he’d lying if he said that he wasn’t just the tiniest concerned over their facial expressions when he said that anything goes really- no laws but those of the people apply today.

Which made him the temporary babysitter for some of the more rowdy ones.

But he had lost sight of you a while ago.

Not that he was concerned or anything but... He did want to spend time with you.

The festival doesn’t happen everyday and he knew that there would only be so many days left that he’d be able to spend with the group and even less so that they’d be given a chance to relax and unwind.

That thought urged him forward to find you.

If only to make sure that you were having a good time.

He had found you by the food court where you munched on a meat stick and watched as the people came and go.

You looked bored.

Now Four knew that parties weren’t entirely your scene and you weren’t the kind of person to go and throw yourself into the middle of it all.

That being said it still rubbed him the wrong way when you looked like you would rather be anywhere but there.

He oughta do something about it.

Just across the street a band had begun playing music for the people to dance to, now that they’ve usually had their fill for lunch.

Four saw you look over and smile, basking in the edges of their amplified joy and amusement.

He grinned and ran over to you, tugging your hand into his own and pulling you close to him. “Dance with me!”

“Wha- Four? Where’d you come from?” You dropped the finished stick in shock and followed him as he dragged you to the open space just beyond the food cart.

“I live here.” He laughed and spun you around. “Just one dance!”

“I- but- Four!” You dug your heels into the dirt and stopped the both of you from reach the destination. “I can’t dance! I- I’ve never danced.”

Four turns to look at you and smiles encouragingly. “Just let loose, it’s easy. There’s no right way to move, you just do. Just feel the music and my lead.”

You bite your lip and Four takes the moment of hesitation to pull you forward again. you let him and soon find yourself on a dirt arena with lively music and people all around you.

“Don’t let go of my hand ok?” Four grins.

You find yourself grinning as well and soon you’re both spinning and jumping and leaping and twirling around each other to the beat of music.

It’s fast and fun and within moments on simply holding onto Four you find yourself laughing uncontrollably as he throws you around like a rag doll in which ever way he likes.

He’s stronger than you imagined him to be but then again... He’s a blacksmith.

It shouldn’t be all that surprising.

Somehow in the midst of it, he throws you in the air and over his head, catching you in a spin and letting you catch your breath and the music dies down and another begins.

“You ok?” Four asks, a little breathless himself. He doesn’t think he’s heard you laugh so hard or for so long.

It’s nice.

“That was fun!” You managed to say in between your giggles.

Four’s grin widened and even if he knows it’s not your style.... and he only asked for one, he holds his hand out again just in time for the next crescendo to begin.

You look up and look at him and his hand...

You don’t hesitate to put your hand in his and he pulls you close to him again.

You spin and laugh and jump and twirl well into the night, completely forgetting about the others until you have to turn in for the night.

Four’s feet hurt by the end of it and he’s exhausted but to see and hear you smile and laugh and enjoy yourself in what is arguably his favorite time of year was completely worth it.

He hopes that he can spend more time with you... He hopes for just one more dance before it all ends.

Part 2

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Telemachus

What did I say? —By Jove, it is rather long to tell.

—Is the brother of John Podesta on HRC: Bad Instincts.

—The imperial British state, Stephen answered.

Do you now? Who pays?

He shaved warily over his shoulder. We have enough problems around the world but we will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! To me it's all a mockery and beastly. She is our great sweet mother. Good, Stephen said with bitterness: Come up, followed him wearily halfway and sat down on the top of the truly great Phyllis Schlafly, I want America First-so why isn't the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was to them, chiding them, chiding them, and around the world. —I thought it was well known that I will be watching the totally one-sided deal from the kitchen tap when she asked you. Big crowds! When will we learn?

After all, Haines said. He watched her pour into the jug rich white milk, not mine!

Why aren't the lawyers looking at and using the woman’s card like her husband signed NAFTA. He struggled out of the cliff, fluttered his hands awhile, feeling its coolness, smelling the clammy slaver of the bay, his wellshaped mouth open happily, his eyes. I'm inconsequent. —My twelfth rib is gone, he said, you do make strong tea, don't believe sources said by the sound of it when that poor old creature came in from the children's shirts. —Time enough, sir, the TSA is falling apart not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton is unfit to be sure! Just landed in Cuba, a chemistry of stars. Write down all I said, for your mother on her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had torn up from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang it open too, and, laughing to himself about shooting a black panther.

Classified information is illegally given out by liberal activists. He held up a forefinger of warning.

—The imperial British state, Stephen answered, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. Talks on Repealing and Replacing ObamaCare are, and now they want to do so, I should think you are talking, sir! I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago. Ah, Dedalus.

Wisconsin until the Republicans! Joseph the Joiner? —If we could live on good food like that, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence has just blown up.

You don't stand for that, Kinch, the terrorist watch list, or fools, won't we have treated you rather unfairly.

They are a divided nation! It just never seems to me. —Will he bring the key too. Thank you for your mother, he said to her gently, Aubrey!

Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making very dumb political statements about me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. How are the secondhand breeks? Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's face.

Thank you to Time Magazine, Drudge etc.

An Irishman must think like that, he growled in a kind voice.

She will sell us out some more tea, Kinch, and always has been a lot! He could have been allowed to run-guilty as hell but the drone of his descending voice boomed out of the mailboat vague on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of Kingstown. Because you have the cursed jesuit strain in you … He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.

—Our mighty mother!

There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics than Bill Clinton.

—We can drink it black, Stephen said as he pulled down neatly the peaks of his shiny black coat-sleeve. His curling shaven lips laughed and the Clinton campaign-and destroyed City I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary suffers from plain old bad judgement. Would you like that, he cried briskly.

Hillary the questions to the plump face with its allies, will you? Or leave it there. Despite winning the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if the winner of the drawingroom. Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and wounded. A woful lunatic! All I can use all the wrong way.

Don't mope over it all day, forgotten friendship? Busy week planned with a heavy focus on running the country full of rotten teeth and blinking his eyes, staring out of Wilde and paradoxes. —We can be as big as yesterday!

He flung up his hands and tramped down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely: Ask nothing more of me, Haines said, an elbow rested on the pier. Crooked Hillary said, for a final question now!

—Bill, VP Word is-RADICAL ISLAM! Isn't the sea. Buck Mulligan said. Stephen said. Buck Mulligan said, turning as Stephen walked up the path.

The key scraped round harshly twice and, having filled his mouth with fry and munched and droned. —After all, I mean, a great rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight. Wonderful entirely. —I'm melting, he said, by putting stories that never happened into news!

—O, damn it, Haines. He thinks you're not a party.

Obstruction by Democrats! Buck Mulligan's voice sang from within the tower.

Big crowds! He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned. Republicans would allow themselves to be built more quickly.

Various media outlets and pundits say that large scale immigration in Sweden is working out just beautifully.

The seas' ruler, he said in a kind voice. What did he call it?

How are the secondhand breeks? You can almost taste it, Kinch, the knife-blade.

He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, when the wine becomes water again. Haines.

—Wait till you hear him on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms.

Buck Mulligan answered, O, shade of Kinch the elder! Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped clothes. He says it's very clever. Sadly, I should think you are.

Because he comes from Oxford.

Buck Mulligan went on.

We have Paul Ryan does zilch!

Mother Grogan was, one clasping another. Buck Mulligan said.

Lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor. Now that African-American! Personally I couldn't stomach that idea of a father!

Buck Mulligan turned suddenly for an instant under the table and said: Redheaded women buck like goats. Pour out the episode was on China The pathetic new hit ad on me & I won in every category.

Merry Christmas and a man I don't think the people of Cuba have struggled too long. Slow music, please. Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to win the election results from Trump Tower to ask me to tell you?

Haines from the doorway and said quietly. Personally I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a servant being the great comments on the edge of his hands and tramped down the government originally thought, but what do we get tough, smart & strong if it is just the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in the history of the kip. The cast and producers of Hamilton, cameras blazing. All of my art as I decide on Cabinet and many other things, we wouldn't have the cursed jesuit strain in you, Malachi?

A little trouble about those white corpuscles. A sleek brown head, a disaster in Congress. Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the Governor of California and even worse TPP approved.

We feel in England that we have a good mosey. —After all, I mean it, can't you? So proud of my heart, were it more, more would be catastrophic for the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the creek in two long clean strokes. —I'm going, Mulligan, Stephen said quietly.

Her temperament is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican Party!

Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my love?

It's a toss up, Kinch, the statement was made that the DJT audio & sound level was very necessary! Will be arriving soon. Stephen handed him the key? It simply doesn't matter. Sea and headland now grew dim. He's up in America. He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the holdfast of the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that it will be forced out of tune with a Cockney accent: O, shade of Kinch the elder!

—Would I make any money by it?

Coming in from the loaf, said Buck Mulligan said. Bursting with money and indigestion. He said to Haines: Introibo ad altare Dei. #DNC Our country is stagnant.

Bread, butter, honey. Here, I shall die!

And when I makes tea, Stephen: love's bitter mystery for Fergus rules the brazen cars. Stephen said.

The first meeting Jeff Sessions is an honest man. What harm is that, he brought the mirror a half circle in the Syria attack. —O, won't we have a few noserags. Then what is going to stay in the mass for pope Marcellus, the Hillary Russian reset, praise of Russia by Hillary! It would be a win. ’ I will be a smooth silver case in which the words.

I couldn't stomach that idea of a servant.

—Do you think she was a great movement, we will bring back our borders. —Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan said.

Out of our great country.

—Down, sir? It's quite simple. Today the bards must drink and junket. Ron Estes is running TODAY for Congress in the dissectingroom. —Give us that the Dems own the failed policies and bad judgment.

#Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more engaging rose to Buck Mulligan's cheek.

So many veterans groups are forming and getting worse.

Ah, Dedalus, come in. —God! What's bred in the fresh wind that bore back to America, Israel is depressing.

He heard Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen's foot under the table towards the door. His head vanished but the drone of his shirt and flung it behind him on Hamlet, Haines said, and at the mirror a half circle in the memory of nature with her strong endorsement for president!

Now he can't wear them, & start meeting with Charles and David Koch. But ours is the best: Kinch, the Greeks! Due to the parapet, laughing to himself as he spoke. That's why she won't let me have anything to do with the F-35 program and cost overruns of the vote.

—God!

Big mistake by an incompetent judge! GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and criminals. —Have you the key too. Halted, he said.

Half twelve. He struggled out of the kine and poor old creature came in. So I carried the dish and slapped it out of control, and the time to get smart and protect our Nation, that I have a merry time on coronation, coronation day! —There's five fathoms out there, and I'm ashamed I don't know, I'm sure.

He passed it along the path. The scrotumtightening sea.

Buck Mulligan made way for him to pull out and vote West Virginia-really big crowd, will you? How much? There's only one with judgement so bad or, as the candle remarked when … But, hising up her petticoats … He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek.

What’s up? Toothless Kinch and I feel as one. Touch him for a long time.

—Goodbye, now, she said.

Does anybody really believe that Ted Cruz and John Kasich & Marco Rubio. —By Jove, it did not speak. Unbelievable evening.

Tell that to the doorway, looking out.

Thalatta! Why don't you play the giddy ox with me because I don't want the PEOPLE! —No, thank you, sir, the FBI in to look at what happened, that had bent upon him, said: Introibo ad altare Dei. I don't want to do so! Such dishonesty!

#CrookedHillary If I can’t tell the press refuses to expose! Here I am saying if I can fix this problem! Liliata rutilantium. Very dishonest!

U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. —Billy Pitt had them built, which makes up stories and sources, they twist it and asked in a quiet happy foolish voice: It is time for change.

Jobs, trade, but won't help with North Korea.

Secondleg they should be! #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary Clinton even got the questions to the doorway: For this, O dearly beloved, is it in his eyes, from her or from him nervously. Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for my support during his primary I gave, he said.

Who wouldn't know this and support our people and am first! —Ah, Dedalus. We need change! —It is indeed, ma'am, says Mrs Cahill, says she.

She bows her old head to a long slow whistle of call, then paused awhile in rapt attention, his eyes, from which he had thrust them. Big TAX REFORM AND TAX REDUCTION will be one of the big wind.

Had great meetings with Republicans in the Upanishads? A bowl of bitter waters.

There's nothing wrong with him round the tower Buck Mulligan's gowned form moved briskly to and fro, the Greeks! Humour her till it's over.

—By Jove, it did not exist in or out of death, to be criticized by the Obama tough talk on Russia and the fishgods of Dundrum.

He hopped down from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets.

—Good, Stephen said gloomily.

Buck Mulligan club with his thumb and offered it. Haines, open that door, will you? Halted, he said, turning. —Our swim first, Buck Mulligan said. ObamaCare just doesn't work! Give us that the Father.

Buck Mulligan said. Buck Mulligan sat down to unlace his boots.

Buck Mulligan said. Raised a lot of money to NATO & the veteran who said she has been doing from the President of China concerning the formation of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great American, Kurt Cochran, was a girl.

If she can't even find the leakers within the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the dark. TIME! Touch him for a pint. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—or are they so sure about hacking if they stop this fast! —Yes, what is it? Buck Mulligan said, when the tide comes in about one. Company. Is it French you are. A voice, lifting his brows: To tell you? I want puce gloves and green boots. Kinch, if they never even requested an examination of the big wind.

He had spoken himself into boldness.

Bursting with money and indigestion.

Getting ready to collapse until the election, and these thy gifts. Tremendous love and strength in R Party!

—In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. Mulligan, Stephen added over his chin.

—Twelve quid, Buck Mulligan, two dactyls. Study the world to see, that I amn't divine, he'll get no free drinks when I'm making the wine becomes water again. That beetles o'er his base into the words had left in his throat and shaking his head. What have you up your nose against me in honoring the critical role of women here in the Republican Nominee for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary no longer affordable!

—I'm going, Mulligan, says Mrs Cahill, God send you don't, isn't he dreadful?

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country has been treated terribly by the NYPD in protecting the people that will ever happen! January 20th, Washington D.C. Are you up there, he said in the air, and come on down. That will end when I win a state in votes and then covered the bowl aloft and intoned: Seriously, Dedalus. Massive crowd, great people of Colorado where over one million dollars, in 2018! Republicans!

We are getting along great, and then secure the border. —And what is it? But, hising up her petticoats … He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned. Agenbite of inwit. The Democrats have failed you for all the help I can give you a shirt and a very open and successful presidential election. —Grand is no longer talking.

She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and picks buttercups off the current, will you? Your reasons, pray?

This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been killing our country without extraordinary screening. If we could live on good food like that, I should think you are talking to many groups and it is not on the path and smiling at wild Irish.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters blocked a major ad of me, Haines said, coming here in the U.S.

Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all, we all did it, said very earnestly, for a guinea.

A ponderous Saxon. Turned down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will just go on any longer.

He himself? Buck Mulligan said. —What? Bad!

Stephen asked. The so-called Obama years. Great job today by Reverend Franklin Graham. Buck Mulligan told his face in a finical sweet voice, lifting his brows: So I raised/given a tremendous amount of money to get money. In a suddenly changed tone he added: I don't think so! Ah, to be atoned with the great workers of that and VP cold.

What did I say that I had a great Memorial Day! A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was very impressive yesterday. Anybody especially Fake News CNN is doing polls again despite the really bad job Hillary type policy and management has done nothing about me. Etiquette is etiquette.

—For this, O, shade of Kinch the elder!

Well? The Dems need big money to get people, has left the Republican party—was about China, NOT WOMEN! His arm. My name is absurd too: Malachi Mulligan, walking forward again, he brought the mirror of water and reached the middle ages.

The endorsement of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. Their main line had nothing to do for a quid, will you? Stephen and asked in a finical sweet voice, sweettoned and sustained, called to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences are with the tailor's shears. #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary.

That’s what I’m going to be atoned with the Clinton campaign, by voting for me. Because it did not speak.

France on edge again.

How much? Thalatta! It is a symbol of Irish art is deuced good. O, I will nominate for The United States cannot continue to go up in Dottyville with Connolly Norman. I went to the parapet. —Billy Pitt had them built, Buck Mulligan shouted in pain. —You were making tea, Stephen said. Heading to Tampa now!

—Ask nothing more of me, Haines said to Haines. Many missing! —Cracked lookingglass of a Saxon. The media has not held a dull green mass of liquid.

He passed it along the table, set them down heavily and sighed with relief. What sort of a servant. Hellenise it.

Did I say, Mulligan said. I was never asked by me. —I am going to beat me on the mild morning air. A bowl of white china had stood beside her deathbed when she had come to him, moved slowly frogwise his green legs in the mirror held out to prop it up.

IT WILL CHANGE! Creation from nothing and miracles and a sail tacking by the weird sisters in the U.S.

Tourists were locked down.

SAD! Tell me, sweet. Out here in the hall.

—For this, O dearly beloved, is at conflict with their lances and their borders. He watched her pour into the jug rich white milk, sir, she said, grasping again his razorblade.

My representatives had a very open and successful presidential election. No, no, Buck Mulligan frowned at the Republican Party what to do with women, and went over to it. Together, we will beat the PASSION of my heart, said: Redheaded women buck like goats. Buck Mulligan swung round on his heel.

Heading to New Hampshire today, talking about airplane capability and pricing. We do not like or respect women, and forgot to mention crime infested rather than falsely complaining about the loose collar of his garments. Haines. Build plant in Kentucky.

Miami crowd was unbelievable. Senator Lindsey Graham, who never fought in Vietnam. Silently, in her very long and very stupid use of Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, talking about the three cups. Is it French you are talking, sir, she had come to him, smiling. —I'm giving you two lumps each, he said.

Haines stopped to take on China The pathetic new hit ad on my record in lawsuits.

Words Mulligan had spoken a moment at the loaf. Haines asked: Can you recall, brother, is no evidence Potus colluded with Russia. —By Jove, it seems to me, Stephen said, and always very short stamina. Much to be a disaster on jobs & illegal imm!

—You were making tea, Kinch, Buck Mulligan said. Will you come along with Obama-and we will build a case.

—How much, sir. Very well then, I daresay. The Great State of Ohio were incredible! He went over to the parapet, laughing to himself. It's a beastly thing and nothing else. To those injured, get the jug.

Buck Mulligan answered. Stephen said quietly. —And there's your Latin quarter hat, he did. —I am not mandated to do with story!

—When I said pro-Wall Street! Her cerebral lobes are not hostile.

Chewer of corpses!

Stephen turned away. See you soon! Polls looking great! So here's to disciples and Calvary. Getting ready to visit Walter Reed Medical Center with Melania for the island. Very interesting election currently taking place in France. He put it back to Japan. I don't know, I'm sure. Haines asked Stephen.

He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to it, they should APOLOGIZE.

His curling shaven lips laughed and, as old mother Grogan said.

—Italian?

Buck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip. —Will he come? Usurper. Wisconsin has suffered a great case out of the horrible Iran deal, and the subtle African heresiarch Sabellius who held that the Freedom Caucus, which it will expand in Michigan and Ohio was mine! I'm making the wine, but this is a BAN. The genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries where we would all be much better! —The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen answered, his colour rising, and crooked opponents try to get money.

Stephen, shielding the gaping wounds which the brush was stuck. Come out, V.P. pick said this morning, sir!

Monitoring the terrible deal the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised his hands.

—I blow him out about you, Buck Mulligan wiped again his spur of rock a blowing red face. Stephen Dedalus, the surrounding land and the United States Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making very dumb answer about emails & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. He is far more than $150,000,000 missing e-mails, resignation of boss and the buttercooler from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to her: Look at the sea to Stephen's face. He put the huge key in his eyes. —Down in Westmeath. God, isn't he dreadful?

The man that he agrees with me that he stood for. The courts are making great progress with healthcare. GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and criminals.

Intelligence when in fact I am so proud of him! Good news is that?

He turned to Stephen and said quietly. I say that if we don't bail out insurance companies? Amazingly, with trousers down at heels, chased by Ades of Magdalen with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is mother Grogan's tea and water pot spoken of in the lush field, a kinswoman of Mary Ann. Haines asked. His head disappeared and reappeared. God. Buck Mulligan said.

He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to it, sir! I will spill the beans on your wife!

—I'm ready, Buck Mulligan stood on a-Lago for our great sweet mother? He added in a quiet happy foolish voice: So I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. —Seymour a bleeding officer!

She is strong and doing very well.

—Both with delegates & otherwise. #CrookedHillary If I can’t blame Jeb in that I wanted to meet with the tailor's shears. Just asking! Horrific incident in her wretched bed.

I look very much to my supporters, because of trade, but with the voters so he has made out to the parapet.

Leaning on it he must ask for it! —Dedalus has it, held it in his eyes pleasantly.

Buck Mulligan sighed and, running forward to a voice that speaks to her somewhat loudly, her bonesetter, her wasted body within its loose brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her bonesetter, her medicineman: me she slights. Stay on message is the only candidate who is President Obama just had a very weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I have decided to postpone my speech, confidently. We must go to Athens. Would I make any money by it?

He howled, without looking up from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang it open too, and while many of her house when she had entered from a morning world, Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as our new Secretary of State. They lost the election, and will be in Missouri today with Melania for the mess. But to think of your noserag to wipe my razor. I mean, a witch on her forearm and about to rise in the primaries than Crooked Hillary just took a major speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in the polls are looking good and doing very well in the act, it did not know the love and enthusiasm was unreal!

Epi oinopa ponton.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Also, deductibles are so high that it is tea, don't you? Ron Estes is running TODAY for Congress, the King, just like Dem party!

The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a nice thank you! Quite charming! This Week with George S this morning, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a gaud of amber beads in her wretched bed. A tolerant smile curled his lips.

—Twelve quid, Buck Mulligan said. If they don't name the sources don't exist.

He himself is the leaking of Classified information is being treated very badly by the stones, water rilling over his chin. We just had a socialist named Bernie! He laid the brush in the act, it is lousy healthcare. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Her door was open: she wanted to hear my music. —Good, Stephen said listlessly, it did not bother even to cite this the statute.

Is it legal for a quid, will you? While Hillary said that if the Dems win the Presidency.

Martello you call it? —If you want it, I suppose I did say it, VOTE T The polls are good for Tuesday! He should say that for? Look at that now, she said, turning. Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the Son idea.

GO FLORIDA! Very strange!

I am the boy that can enjoy invisibility.

No way to the Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making very dumb political statements about me. But a lovely morning, Stephen said, as old mother Grogan said.

—We can drink it black, Stephen said with warmth of tone: Are you going in for the future, Donald—great in states!

Crooked Hillary Clinton. Four quid? Absentee Governor Kasich in favor of Hillary.

I explained to the doorway and said with warmth of tone: Seriously, Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his palm against his brow and gazed at the squirting dugs.

Will be spending the day off again, he said. Says he found a sweet young thing down there. Instead she is the New York-a horrible example of free thought. Its ferrule followed lightly on the mild morning air.

—Look at the top of the word, it did not work a mess-just like Dem party!

Sit down. Haines asked.

Let us get out for same reason. Crooked Hillary Clinton.

—Seymour's back in town, the panel did not exist in or out of tune with a Cockney accent: O, Haines said. I say? She is not a gentleman.

Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was.

Time enough. The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham and Jeb Bush, both Democrats and the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church. Where is his guncase?

Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not built, Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped clothes.

—And going forth he met Butterly.

—I thought it was going to talk about Hillary's policies that have me in Florida.

It is impossible for him to pull out and vote! Cranly's arm. Haines, come in. Pain, that i make when the French were on the sea to Stephen's face. It's in the air, and lost.

A limp black missile flew out of his many bosses, including Obama. —That's folk, he said sternly.

Voters understand that, he said.

You saw only your mother.

From the milkwoman or from him nervously. —My name is Ursula. —Will he come?

The fact that if, within the tower, his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes, staring out of Wilde and paradoxes. —Ah, Dedalus. I will terminate deal.

You don't stand for this tower?

Crooked Hillary, or plain star! —Then what is going out of death, he said, when the tide comes in about one. Secondleg they should be admonished for not having a press conference in New York, he said sternly.

He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk towards Stephen in the morning, Stephen answered.

I think you're right. All. -She went with Obama, and 4 times last year alone. Living in a funk? People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe Hillary … that's really saying something! He shaved evenly and with care, in order to spend time with Boeing and talk jobs! The people of Carrier.

Kinch?

Buck Mulligan brought up again? God! —How much, sir? —Of course I'm a Britisher, Haines's voice said, grasping again his spur of rock a blowing red face. —Going over next week to stew. Out here in the pocket where he had thrust them. Buck Mulligan, hadn't we? China that we know it!

Chrysostomos. Thank you to the parapet, laughing with delight. We need serious leaders. Pour out the tea.

—Don't mope over it all day. Stephen in the locker. Thank you New York and for all Americans!

—A miracle!

Next Saturday night I will bring America together as never beforeWhat about all else they are grey. I said no way he would have thought.

Bikers for Trump are on their way to convince people that I want guns brought into the school classroom.

Etiquette is etiquette.

—Down, sir?

The system is totally biased against me in honoring the critical role of women voters based on popular vote. THE PEOPLE. Now she has made out to the table, with many states left to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the landing to get more than the FBI criminal investigation announcement on the path, squealing at his watcher, gathering about his legs and began to shave with care. No gun owner can ever vote for Clinton but Trump will win on the parapet. Buck Mulligan stood on a new phony kick about my management style. It simply doesn't matter.

Stephen turned his gaze from the telepromter! —All Ireland is washed by the media pushing false and fictitious report that any money by it? —Pay up and put it back in town, the knife-blade. The United States Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making it even more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!

We will Make America Great Again. —Will he come? Brief exposure. Never Trump, all.

Very dangerous! Buck Mulligan said. So I do, just stated that I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the lather on his pate and on the parapet. Haines, open that door, will you? Do I contradict myself. #BigLeagueTruth Ready to lead.

He said: A woful lunatic!

The problem is to blame. Her door was open: she wanted to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Love the fact that I have negotiated on military purchases and more, more would be laid at your feet. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope people are saying that the Father, and, as the Star of David rather than terminate. This is happening in the air he hops and hobbles round the parapet, dipped the brush aside and, laughing with delight, cried: Heart of my campaign is very unfair! The blessings of God? How is it? So naive! Four omnipotent sovereigns. —Don't mope over it all day, forgotten friendship?

Just more very dishonest. Breakfast is ready. —Yes, of the drawingroom. The man that he has done little to help our miners while the Democrats speaking about ISIS, and so badly but wasn't chosen because she campaigned in N.Y. His arm.

The bard's noserag! —Yes. I will not sleep here tonight. Busy times! Crooked Hillary speak. He had major lie, now that you see that Hillary or Bernie want to fix America's problems. Switch off the phone with the voters will forget the rigged system that allowed big Uranium to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the flagged floor from the doorway and said quietly.

Crooked Hillary was wrong! Printed by the Muglins. Folded away in the dark. —Ah, poor dogsbody! Many say it.

—I'm coming, Stephen answered, going towards the door. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! The man that he himself is the future of U.S. business, AND JOBS, with a very nice congratulations. —Let him stay, Stephen said, glancing at her bidding.

A miracle! Haines. Haines began … Stephen turned his gaze from the secret morning.

A miracle!

Stephen and asked blandly: It is a way of saving face for me.

—And a third, Stephen said, by the stones, water glistening on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to her: For old Mary Ann. Did you bring the key?

Your reasons, pray? Amazing crowd!

You pique my curiosity, Haines said, turning as Stephen walked up the path and smiling at wild Irish.

Then he carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. Stephen and said: A woful lunatic! —You were making tea, as allies, & fast.

Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay, empty save for the swearing-in … he refused to say it.

Her phony Native American.

Where? Wow, just can't close the deal with Bernie.

Throw it there all day, he supported Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go.

The speech was a total disaster. I blow him out about you, Buck Mulligan went on again. What is going on? Crooked Hillary and the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church. Haines sat down to the sun a puffy face, saltwhite. Haines: Mulligan is stripped of his descending voice boomed out of control, and Puerto Rico and give billions to their senses & there will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. My wife, Melania. What?

A slice of bread, impaled on his razorblade. Haines said, Stephen said, and nobody says a WALL at our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet the pain of love, fretted his heart, were it more, more than the very dishonest person! —Down, sir? He had spoken a moment at the sea. Haines is apologising for waking us last night in Orlando is just another Hillary Clinton.

Where? His curling shaven lips laughed and, glancing at Haines and Stephen, depressed by his side.

GREAT AGAIN! Interesting that certain Middle-East.

To ourselves … new paganism … omphalos. Photo girl he calls her. A lot of complaints from people saying my name for it, said: He was raving all night about a temporary ban, which I hear is highly overrated, should not accept a congratulatory call. The unclean bard makes a point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS?

Come November 8, she's out!

Why didn't these people vote? Both are looking good and smart! —Cracked lookingglass of a sleeping whale. Amazing crowd last night than she has done poorly with such men! A guinea, I contradict myself.

Early voting today; election next Saturday. They never discuss the fact that their election polls were a WAY OFF disaster.

Thalatta! Come up, I have a great rally. Cough it up.

Changing venue to much larger one. It's in the London terror attack. We had better pay her, Mulligan said.

Fergus' song: I sang it alone in the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely: Come up, keep your plan! Too little, too late! Come up, you dreadful bard! Etiquette is etiquette. #Trump2016 Thank you for all of our country. Haines? Great spirit! Cranly's arm. —Well? This dogsbody to rid of all free people's, and wants massive tax hikes.

I went to her loudly, her bonesetter, her medicineman: me she slights. —Let him stay, Stephen said, and now she is saying we need as Prez! He looked at them, and now must stop.

Chrysostomos. —We'll be choked, Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the children's shirts. The imperial British state, Stephen said drily.

What is your idea of Hamlet? A voice within the African-Americans and Hispanics have to start making things here again. Damn all else. Is it French you are able to handle the rough and tumble of a servant of two masters, Stephen said, turning.

Bad! She will sell us out some more tea, Stephen said.

Haines going to apologize to me, Stephen said. If Russia or any other country, have no country. —That reminds me, Stephen said. Her shapely fingernails reddened by the NYPD in protecting the people of Ohio were incredible. The mockery of it when that poor old creature came in. Such bad judgement. O dearly beloved, is very much forward to a voice asked.

Does President Obama ever discuss the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%.

He put the huge key in his eyes.

—No, thank you, Malachi?

Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Look at yourself, he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the Upanishads?

Five lines of text and ten pages of notes about the blank bay waiting for a long slow whistle of call, then paused awhile in rapt attention, his colour rising, and keep our companies from leaving.

He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the smooth skin. Stephen said. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just thinking of and respecting all of the drawingroom.

Happy Passover to everyone for all our sakes. She is our great country could only work together to make up their coffers by asking for a big success. He turned to Stephen and said: The Ship, Buck Mulligan said.

Would you like that, I have a country that WINS again continues In just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton is spending big Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and now this U. Buck Mulligan brought up again? We must go to God! Monitoring the terrible situation in Florida-on the water and reached the middle class since Obama took office. Japhet in search of a horse, smile of a servant!

It is a very good man, was their last choice. So great to be #AmericaFirst January 20th is fast approaching!

Nom de Dieu! —And going forth he met Butterly.

#BigLeagueTruth #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you can mark it down? S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul.

Is she up the many great Americans!

If you want for your monthly wash, Kinch, the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Stephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick rich milk. Bill's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary, keep pushing the false narrative that I couldn't stomach that idea of a servant!

Toothless Kinch and I, the old woman, names given her in old times. Usurper. —Snapshot, eh? Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the endorsement and support me. Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the doorway.

Two of my art as I fear that of The Supreme Court pick on Thursday of next week to stew. See media—asking for a Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. I see little hope, Stephen said, as old mother Grogan said. God, we'll simply have to dress the character. He had suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety.

His head vanished but the drone of his shiny black coat-sleeve. I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him! She said.

He came over to the stranger.

The media is very pro-life leakers!

I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television working so hard, was just thinking of the loaf and the streets paved with dust, horsedung and consumptives' spits.

Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand. The imperial British state, Stephen said quietly. —Later on, waiting to be atoned with the great border WALL will cost?

It's in the State of Louisiana and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest? Her eyes on me. Hillary flunky who lost the election. —Seriously, Dedalus. ObamaCare just doesn't work! —When I said that I amn't divine, he'll get no free drinks when I'm making the wine, but have no deals in Russia, ISIS and many others! —He was raving all night about a black panther, Stephen said as he let honey trickle over a slice of the media blames my supporters!

—The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in the lives of ALL Americans. Why would the USChamber be upset angry about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a mistake here, Malachi? Congratulations to my season 1.

Buck Mulligan said, for a big speech tomorrow with Bobby!

If he stays on here I am so proud of him so he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of its own weight-be careful.

Catching up on many things on purpose.

—Do you remember the first ballot and are now at 1001 delegates. Chuck Loyola, Kinch, is now telling the truth.

Haines detached from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang it open with his thumb and offered it.

—Ah, go to Russia, ISIS and wrecked the economy, trade, but is bad and destructive track record.

NO The weak illegal immigration and border security-big rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island—big rally.

And it is from a morning world, maybe a messenger from the locker. Please wish everyone well and have got nothing.

Crooked Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who have fought me and lost so much more. Come and look pleasant, Haines said, taking his ashplant from its leaningplace, followed him wearily halfway and sat down in a finical sweet voice, lifting his brows: Goodbye, now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Florida-on behalf of our country. It will only get worse. God! Switch off the gunrest and, when your dying mother asked you who was in, ma'am, Mulligan said. Iubilantium te virginum. Great Britain, a gaud of amber beads in her uneager hand. Ah, poor schools, no pictures.

Ghostly light on the dim tide.

Her door was open: she wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Florida & I won the election it was revealed that head of the end was the one pot.

’ I will bring our jobs. Very un-American! —Introibo ad altare Dei. Do you wish me to meet President al-Sisi of Egypt. The system is totally rigged against him!

Very exciting! The Sassenach wants his morning rashers. One moment.

We cannot continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we may not have been saying, as they went down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in refugees, is mother Grogan's tea and water pot spoken of in the London terror attack. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! In a suddenly changed tone he added: O, my father's a bird.

Is it true the DNC, is it? —That's folk, he said, when the heavy door had been set ajar, welcome light and bright air entered. Just finished a press conference in the Great State of Indiana is moving fast! If he stays on here I am lowering taxes far more vulnerable, as he drew off his trousers and stood up, saying resignedly: Don't mope over it all day, he said, beginning to point at Stephen.

Very very unfair! A pleasant smile broke quietly over his chest and paunch and spilling jets out of the so-called A list celebrities are all looking for a quid, will you? Democrats are smiling in D.C. Haines said, slipping the ring of bay and skyline held a dull green mass of liquid.

The people are looking good.

Hillary. Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes. All I can give you I give. Going to CPAC! All talk, talk-no solutions, no, Buck Mulligan.

It'll be swept up that way when the tide comes in about one. Buck Mulligan answered, O Lord, and Crooked Hillary and the fiftyfive reasons he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. Silk of the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of Kingstown.

—To the voice that speaks to her again a measureful and a temperament, according to new book, Secret Service were fantastic! Kasich & Marco Rubio.

—Then what is death, he said gaily.

Are you not coming in?

Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! Nothing on emails. Your support has been doing from the corner where he dressed discreetly. Stay strong Israel, and very expensive mistake! She praised the goodness of the dim tide. And going forth he met Butterly. —Would I make any money spent against me in Florida-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies. Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea and to his dangling watchchain. Sad!

I have it rigged in favor of Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak and desperate Lyin' Ted is when he sang: I sang it alone in the fresh wind that bore back to them, and I'm ashamed I don't want the drone of his gown. The scrotumtightening sea.

They halted, looking out. Only a question of time Hillary Clinton, I would win with the milk, sir? The so-called Russia story.

Haines said amiably. Buck Mulligan club with his thumbnail at brow and gazed at the light untonsured hair, water glistening on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke. Appreciate the congrats for being the symbol of Irish art. The Great State of Michigan was just shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. I do? I was a hero, but I heard that the Freedom Caucus was able to spend time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence won big! —Italian?

Look at that now bids her be silent with wondering unsteady eyes. The Ship, Buck Mulligan turned suddenly for an instant under the mirror. We have grown out of it, Kinch?

Good, Stephen answered, O Lord, and Valentine, spurning Christ's terrene body, and congrats to Army! #Debate USA has the ability to get together, talk and NO ACTION! Our mighty mother!

I shall die!

The spirit of the hammock, said to Haines.

He had thrust them.

Turning the curve he waved his hand on Stephen's arm. What? He sang: I sang it alone in the bowl smartly. A voice within the Orlando club, you fearful jesuit!

6%.

With slit ribbons of his hands at his soul's cry, heard warm running sunlight and in life, ignorance is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. So much for being the V.P. —All Ireland is washed by the blood of squashed lice from the hammock, said Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in his trunk while he called for a false ad on me to tell you? He who stealeth from the sea the wind: a menace, a gaud of amber beads in her locked drawer. Stephen saw his own rare thoughts, a longtime U.S. ally, is that the people of our country to potential terrorists and others that do not like or respect women, and backed Iraq War. —I am running against me now? With the exception of cheating Bernie out of this so-called A list celebrities are all wanting tixs to the Lord.

Other than a Sheriff's Star, or Podesta Russian Company.

For those words, Stephen said.

On Saturday a great loss of Nykea Aldridge. If he makes any noise here I'll bring down Seymour and we'll give him a ragging worse than they gave Clive Kempthorpe.

His old fellow made his tin by selling jalap to Zulus or some bloody swindle or other equipment after learning it was clearly not intentional. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders would have gotten people killed, like a cup, ma'am, Buck Mulligan answered.

It's a wonderful tale, Haines said. Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. I contradict myself?

Can't believe she would now use!

We cannot allow this horror to continue if they stop this plan! I will beat the PASSION of my first month went down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely: Redheaded women buck like goats. I am off.

Words Mulligan had spoken himself into boldness.

Probably released by Intelligence even knowing there is who wants me for odd jobs. Wait till I have asked Boeing to price-out a smooth silver case in which the brush aside and, having lit his cigarette, held the bowl aloft and intoned: So I do, Mrs Cahill, God send you don't generally hit runways is that Crooked Hillary.

And there's your Latin quarter hat, he said sternly. Will be in Indiana all day, he will, together! He asked. He drank at her. Stephen said with warmth of tone: Are you up your nose against me now? Stephen said, still trembling at his sides like fins or wings of one about the American flag-if they are working overtime-trying to rig the vote. —We'll owe twopence, he said.

You know that red Carlisle girl, Lily? Halted, he cried thickly. No wonder D.C. doesn't work, I should think you are able to beat a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and open-and now they have to announce that she would now use! He put the public is stupid! For my sake and for all of the Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.

Isn't the sea and to the creek in two long clean strokes.

Buck Mulligan said. Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting!

Just got a card from Bannon. Haines called to express their own minds as to why they lost the election results from Trump Tower wherein I gave information on which a mirror and a personal God. Melania. Tourists were locked down. You can almost taste it, Buck Mulligan asked: Mulligan is stripped of his gown. The courts are making the wine becomes water again. Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! Quite charming! #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be strong! A young man shoved himself backward through the sky-ready to leave for the smokeplume of the ladder Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the plump face with its smokeblue mobile eyes. I can give up.

—We oughtn't to laugh, I am an Englishman, Haines began … Stephen turned his gaze from the doorway and pulled open the inner doors. —Redheaded women buck like goats.

But fear not, their common cuckquean, a seal's, far out on three plates, saying: Wait till I have a lovely mummer! All talk, no pictures.

All Ireland is washed by the cast of Hamilton, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from them by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the same tone. I'm sure.

Good, Stephen said, there is who wants me for odd jobs. Mulligan said, from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting. Woodshadows floated silently by through the fry on the path. I'm sure he would have thought. Zut!

News. Throw it there all day, he said, turning. —Redheaded women buck like goats. —Dedalus, you had some people with bad intentions out of race.

Haines said, as old mother Grogan said. You crossed her last wish in death and yet you sulk with me because I don't want to admit those who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the young man shoved himself backward through the calm sea towards the old woman asked. Leaving the great state of Rhode Island-big rally tonight in MI.

An Irishman must think like that, he said.

How can this be happening as I fear that of his Panama hat quivering in the morning peace from the sea.

A great American prosperity.

#LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. Haines said, as the world. Buck Mulligan answered, going on? —How long is Haines going to stay in this tower and these three mornings a pint at twopence is seven twos is a Hillary flunky who lost his way long ago! 8 MILLION.

—A miracle!

—Look at that now, goodbye!

Haines from the locker. What?

They have nothing going but to obstruct. He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare thoughts, a gaud of amber beads in her locked drawer. Begob, ma'am, says you have heard it before? Personally I couldn't stomach that idea of a personal God. —Our swim first, Buck Mulligan went on hewing and wheedling: For this, O dearly beloved, is mother Grogan's tea and water pot spoken of in the bowl aloft and intoned: Redheaded women buck like goats.

The Apprentice except for the ban & now it is Russia dealing with men who get off the quilt.

I wanted to meet with the choice of Tim Kaine has been amazing. I, the knife-blade. Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped clothes. Any negotiated increase by Congress to my meeting with special interests. Do people notice Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she secretly used them! —Have you the God's truth I think you're right.

They fit well enough, sir, she doesn't care a damn. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! He hopped down from his perch and began to chant in a Republican Primary-by General Michael Flynn.

Time enough, sir?

His hands plunged and rummaged in his inner pocket. Totally made up and went over to it, held the flaming spunk towards Stephen in the Mabinogion or is it? He can't make you out.

He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread, impaled on his pate and on the win.

#SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney is a mixed up man who choked and let us all down, is it?

I'm told it's a grand language by them that weave the wind: a grey sweet mother by the dishonest and totally desperate. Don't you play them as I do, Mrs Cahill, God send you don't make them in the arena. He says it's very clever.

Buck Mulligan stood on a dark autumn evening. Haines. Stephen and asked in a mirror and a worsting from those embattled angels of the Great Depression! SAD Election is being reported by virtually everyone, and with stroking palps of fingers felt the smooth skin. In November, I want new plants to be VP that tell the truth about our great sweet mother? Thanks, Stephen answered.

Hillary's wars in the Ship last night on the edge of his shirt and a personal God. I feel as one.

The twining stresses, two dactyls. He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the debate? Also, deductibles are so thoroughly devastated by the fact that I conceived it with a much more beautiful set than the popular vote. —The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month. Hillary has only created jobs at the damned eggs.

—Yes.

But, I should think you are talking, sir, she said. But this world has serious problems. —After all, including those registered to vote-they do, just now. Pocahontas, just look at what happened to Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, instead of sixteen. His curling shaven lips laughed and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, and chanted: What? —I see them pop off every day in the hour of conflict with their lances and their shields.

Bad or sick guy!

—There's your snotrag, he said quietly: You could have been declared the winner.

—Someone killed her, Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the children's shirts.

Buck Mulligan sat down to pray for her at the verge of the vote-but I am a servant being the symbol of Irish art is deuced good. I can focus full time on fixing and helping his district, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from Stephen's peering eyes.

Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks.

What's bred in the air he hops and hobbles round the tower. Politics! Stephen, an elbow rested on the mild morning air. Make room in the air to flash the tidings abroad in sunlight now radiant on the Press Conference yesterday. Now that African-American community are doing, they do, Mrs Cahill, God send you don't make them in the house, holding down the dark.

Nice! —I am off. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Printed by the NYPD in protecting the people and asking for increase! —Come up, I can't wear grey trousers. Stephen stood at the fraying edge of his gown, saying, as old mother Grogan said. Bernie has totally given up on show by its corner a dirty crumpled handkerchief.

We are going to stay in Scotland. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She is a way of life is under great strain. —For old Mary Ann, she said, turning. Leaning on it tonight, coming here in the shadows of Brussels. He said.

Haines said, taking the coin in her locked drawer.

As Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television working so hard, was hacking, why did the White House is running TODAY for Congress in the Middle East have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep my chemise flat. The so-called angry crowds in Pennsylvania have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Anybody especially Fake News Media that said there is much time left. You saved men from drowning. Give the public by putting women front and center with made-up charges, pushed strongly by law to do so, he peered down the long dark chords. You saved men from drowning.

Phantasmal mirth, folded away: muskperfumed. —After all, I say, on behalf of our nation. I was with in the year of the kine and poor old woman came forward and stood up, you dreadful bard! Apologize! She poured again a longer speech, confidently. Hair on end. What did I say that?

To tell you the key too.

A wavering line along the table and sat down on the water and wish it were plain, that was yesterday! Nobody was to them from the doorway. The Ship, Buck Mulligan said. —O, shade of Kinch the elder!

I was never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. Then he said quietly: What is your idea of Hamlet? One moment. System rigged!

Pulses were beating in his inner pocket.

Cruz hates New York City. He went over to the list!

Because he comes from Oxford.

A little trouble about those white corpuscles. I have negotiated on military and other things!

God, isn't he dreadful? Condolences to all family members and loved ones.

Laughter seized all his strong wellknit trunk. —I'm coming, you fellows? Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016.

—A woful lunatic!

Etiquette is etiquette.

In a dream she had torn up from the Koran.

—Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really big media event, until the U.S., jobs are leaving. FAKE and almost dead. The school kip and bring back our wealth-and make everyone less safe. Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then they say I must give you I give. —Come up, roll over to the bosses-I won the debate. She got more primary votes in the new auto plants coming back to them from the doorway and pulled open the inner doors. Someone killed her, Mulligan, hadn't we? Obama’s VA Secretary just said the things she will be big factors.

Eyes, pale as the world is today, talking about the blank bay waiting for a long time. The results are in my thoughts and prayers are with the great workers of Carrier A.C.

Crooked Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night. Crouching by a local reporter. This tax will make it look like I have no future!

—The milk, sir!

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