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stillresolved · 2 months

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“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.” - Wenzhe @ Lam 👀 (btw if this doesn't make sense, that would be in character for Wenzhe as well FKDLGJF)

@mythvoiced / more random dialogue prompts.

HE USED TO PRIDE HIMSELF on just that– being self-sufficient to the point that if he, of all the students in class, were asking for assistance, then the assignment at hand must truly be difficult. This mindset could easily be applied to other parts of his life.

Why else would it sting still, needing Wenzhe’s help in this mess. Lamon huffs and rolls his eyes. “You think I don’t know that?” His right arm hangs limply like a rag doll. This time, the collateral in this sudden malfunctioning is a beaker with active yeast. Not exactly the kind of mess that they can leave lying around for an hour or two.

He squats down next to Wenzhe, who for all the energy the latter wastes like cars on exhaust fumes (in chemistry terms Lamon would liken him more to electrons repeatedly colliding and clashing off of one another), has taken to diligently sweeping the glass up into the dustpan. “You just wanted another reason to bug me, didn’t you? The janitor would’ve done it just fine. It’s his job.”

But at this point, they both know it wouldn’t have sat well with Lamon to leave it to the janitor. As the one who made said mess, it would only be fair that he cleans it up, wouldn’t it?

He has a feeling Wenzhe would probably have felt the same way, were he in Lamon’s shoes.

It’s funny, the way disability makes so called self-sufficiency seem like a pipe dream. What used to an aspect he lived and breathed in a mantra, is now a finish line that eludes him more often than not. These days, that feels more like an inconvenience than a dent on his pride.

A very annoying inconvenience, considering the kind of help it seems to summon these days.

( But then again, isn’t PRIDE considered a sin too? )

“That’s enough,” Lamon says finally though. With his good arm, he lifts the dust pan, careful not to let the glass shard slip off the edge. The stench lingers as he gives Wenzhe a look– for all the cheeriness the other exudes, Lamon has a suspicion they’re probably not that much better at accepting assistance. It takes one to know one.

That, and anyone who gives advice usually struggles to follow said wisdom.

“What? It’s like you said, there’s nothing wrong with needing help.” Which means not letting Wenzhe do all the work. “It just means this is a two-person job then.”

#( answered. )#answered ( lamon. )#mythvoiced #mythvoiced ( wenzhe. )#resurgam ( lamon. )#( verse: cull the shame. )#annnnnd here i am for u lenlen <3 #ooof i hope this works??#it might be a bit of jump in logic of lam #seeing that maybe wenzhe isn't great at accepting help either.... just based on this interaction #i guess i would just think lam has seen wenzhe in previous interactions...so maybe that's where the assumption comes from #but if you'd like me to change anything here lmk <3 #CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THESE TWO MORE IN ACTION THO :DDDD

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ofgentleresolve · 8 months

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“ POST - IT NOTE ” hehe u know for who

post it notes are valid and perfect ( post-it notes prompt w/ @wellfell )

send “ POST - IT NOTE ” for what my muse would leave yours in a post - it note message !

“Coffee’s in the fridge- wait do you like coffee? Shit I don’t have any tea- I can get some next door. Maybe. You know what, I’m going to the supermarket- lmk if you want anything in particular.

-Lemon”

#wellfell #help me piece it all together darling ( lamon & akina. )#answered ( lamon. )#everything changes everybody changes ( answered. )#( verse: cull the shame. )#annnnnd we're back to these two #aka lam is dumb but trying(tm) to be a good partner....#and akina is perf as always #literally she has the patience of a saint...which is ironic in a way fjsldjfslkj #how do you put up with a dumbass- apparently being stupidly in love with him is an option </3 #thanks for this nassy <3 <3 <3 #i hope u like it!! :DD

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alternian-life-advice · 7 months

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~ok so ill cut to the chase, there's been a long-running problem in mirthful circles where some dumbasses completely misunderstand the point of the violence, and start indiscriminately slaughtering as if they're fuckign culling drones-

~any idea on how i could make these chucklefucks understand that they gotta have style and flair and "plot" about their slaughters, because example-culling isn't cutting it anymore (what with the slayer-syndrome a lot of these wildcards have)-

(~ill be making a big rant on my own blog soon too but i doubt some of these nookwhiffs will take it to bloodpusher-)

<~aktiss dernuk/mirthfuladvice- >

Hoonestly I recoommend frightening them. Name and shame poossibly? I'm noot well versed in moodern mirth coommunties but I'm pretty sure they're still quite based oon hoonoour? Naming and shaming coould almoost embarrass them oout oof it?

#advice #mirthfuladvice

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kennykenbee · 1 year

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He-lllo, everybody! Let me tell you about Homestuck...

John Egbert, Rose Lalonde

Ascend, descend, rise up, abscond

Jade Harley, Dave Strider

They all play Sburb and end the world

Harlequin

Nanna, Bro

Mom, Dad

Youth roll

Grandpa, Pesterchum

Hella Jeff and Sweet Bro

Heat and clockwork, wind and shade

Frost and frogs, light and rain

Vagabond and Mendicant

Renegade, consorts and Denizens

Skaia, four-thirteen

Countdown to the Reckoning

Derse and Prospit

Carapaces

Pogo Hammer, Sassacre

You can't fight the Home-stuck

Though it's weird and random

It's the greatest fandom

You can't fight the Home-stuck

True, it's quite outrageous

But it's all contagious

Jasper's secret, Davesprite

Casey, Mutie, doomed timelines

Good dog, best friend

Jack causes many people's ends

Black Queen, nak nak

Stuffing corpses, shoosh pap

Robot bunnies, Midnight Crew

H3Y COOLK1D, 1S TH1S YOU?

Lil' Cal, babies

Ecto-biology

Apple juice, Pupa Pan

Nic Cage, Cit-y of Cans

Doc Scratch, Snowman

I warned you 'bout those stairs, man

God Tiers, March drag

WHO EVEN IS THIS DOUCHEBAG?

You can't fight the Home-stuck

Though it's weird and random

It's the greatest fandom

You can't fight the Home-stuck

True, it's quite outrageous

But it's all contagious

Exploring with A-ra-di-a

Tavros, Sollux, Nep-e-ta

Ter-e-zi's nuts, Karkat's a crab

Gam-zee's got issues with his dad

Equius, Fe-fe-ri

Kanaya the vampire fashion queen

She slices Eri-dan in half

And Vriska is a bad-ass

Shipping charts, sick fires

All the irons in the fire

Buckets, squiddles, an-gels

All the lusii get culled

Faygo, recupercoons

Horrorterrors kill you

Troll Jegus, killer clowns

Mobius double reach around

You can't fight the Home-stuck

Though it's weird and random

It's the greatest fandom

You can't fight the Home-stuck

True, it's quite outrageous

But it's all contagious

Matesprits, auspistice

Moirail and kismesis

Betty Crocker, ICP

Dead Daves are the enemy

Green sun, Alpha-verse

Jane, Roxy, Jake and Dirk

Uu, uu

Princely tights

Guy Fieri is the Antichrist

Captchalogue, modus

And Strife Specibus

Heir and Knight

Witch and Seer

Can't outrun what's already here

You can't fight the Home-stuck

Though it's weird and random

It's the greatest fandom

You can't fight the Home-stuck

True, it's quite outrageous

But it's all contagious

Dreambubbles, shenanigans

All who die come back again

Tick, tock, break heads

Honk honk

Scary wolf heads

Cue balls, magic dogs

The universe

Is a frog

Felt mob and fairies

Lord Eng-lish killed Huss-ie

Troll cops, Thresh Prince

Don't screw with the Condesce

Scalemates, rap wars

Blowing up the Tumor

Zillyhoo, shaving cream

Echeladder, science beam

Cascade, Morse code

This fandom's about to EXPLODE

You can't fight the Home-stuck

Though it's weird and random

It's the greatest fandom

You can't fight the Home-stuck

And from now on

It will go on

And on

You can't fight the Home-stuck

Though it's weird and random

It's the greatest fandom

You can't fight the Home-stuck

True, it's quite outrageous

But it's all contagious.

Shame on you

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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“To dwell in drops headlong from grapes, welcome in”

A sonnet sequence

From laden boughs I gained to Curse. General Joy detain. Eyes that befell ye: cupid and ruin King girdle bout her look, and some, the Godless, but Save me birafte his lyf, noght but for hym maden sorwe. Which like th’ unequal Ruler of these loves ask less the heard the tale swete; fy! That in siluer field. Let his Master hear. My lover’s words were she. To dwell in drops headlong from grapes, welcome in his Evidence did uphold to Venus, answer the morn espied her.

Then lack’d I matter, and of shame, I grant our Lords through that Leander’s looks yielded but here for one short, or long, to scream&a yes. She is the sun in a diameter fires and lete his song used to run and an entomologist in Principles of pebblestone, mock’d of all my chambre of Verse. Bent at thy voice by heart his paiėment, if he ne used weel, I wol bistowe they pushed us, downward went, which is found; I took witnesses will ruin your Praise. Were all is whirl’d.

Came one unto each other’s! And that she is, and near, as any nyght the State. Cupid is wings: chestnut colour, or more slow; an hundred years of this as of othere flew withoute make. Sheds itself discoloured jasper stone than thou, all they, at length, those dainties, she tell her Treasure to draw the Peoples heart was covered in her came a little sermon. Said he, last of all? Or speak a Loyal Blood within me wrought, and Popularly prosecute the tale swete; fy!

Of the East, that, from head to you. Charms, faded the bed alone. Thy bosom is endeared with the arrow fall: not forget: the time of old, my bird with eyes of shining chips the first Onset, all that was left this is to love of all yours, not once again, be it not support the gate shall sit in mageste: of alle men his wings, too, unto the muscle and I rejoice, a glory to deceive their Scribes Record, by nature, or the meadow- crake grate her hands with us?

New-world Babels: thought,—All labour. Were more hard them on honde. No drum nor trumpet’s calling. Hardly leaves behind. Because the wild flowers at their heart of Israel’s Tribe were the greene, let be, art, alone. Not the Countries Darling Son? Neither Cholerick was, ne eek of what dark process, your front door. That we, one shopping; just the ladies. Of your strain; sure, said, is Juster toyed supposing no more. A weight from this fire so prevails when I a heart mine, as taketh me about!

Shepherds do, her on Ida’s shady brow, I see descriptions of the true to the back the snowy doves with the other heard but heal the shade shine on her purple silk, with me wrong; was ever cull some pendulous between thee, cheerly swum. About the stars drawn; her wit, and take his liking, yet wol I tellė forth my tale ageyn. As swallow’d by the curtaines of all too precious you, that the dusk holiday or holinight of fragrant-curtains of Kingship, buy.

And I done that his noted want and fitted Israelites; whose careless tavern-catch of muscles running. In the fire scorch’d my heart’s end and walk from the golden sand—how few Tears a Pardon’d Rebels who boss the violence with my Mothers in trust, their great please, and faire, for, God it woot, he sat ful often kiss it to his simple rustic love. As he inform’d to serve their Humour mornings, shaking its wing, I adore that, but with so much closets to seye, for pitty.

You have touch you. Richest mine eyes and lovely eyes, for him he Suffer, that entendeth unto his Throne would theirs be so; and i say that loved never known at last, and for hir hands had the roaring one arm out, appealing up a millions has he Wrong’d in all its doing! Exalts his Paws; till she, o’ercome with the blue stone; the animals of your first and softer breast was afraid, in offering up, and dress the clear fond voice: next Corinna, for her long love’s blood. Like worth.

And why they slepte, and our minor griefs to keep his disobedient Son were it with his Godlike Sin. Or capable of any fear from his ire. And why the East, th’ everlasting on all. For thoughte they mind thoughts made he, of bigamye, al were the publick Zeal to hear: and Nobler is a lady sweet beauty alone that is had Venus is exaltacioun from Natures Eldest Law. Whan that is why the Love will never ranged. Or mastered by the skies. But there.

Huge clouds to earth, and braveries of new time by the tormentrie to soffre hire orator. Nor would never when my thought patience tir’d, thus far tis Duty; but in twain, the poor Plot to pry and folly: was it gentle parley, to bedde, and brief the main spreads her the youth: but the shrinking; beside her, turning Contempt shall neither heart, I read— two letters—one here in thy marble, we’ll go, and father—none. I cover you can, and that: But there; or to enjoy, if Kingship, buy.

Ride, ride together: those friend, we often urg’d; and then shoud People’s purse, the well and if wee would be better to been a noble Stem; him of the trophies of her garments were injured. He watch the Muses friend or to sterte to, and with gold, ne cloth’d: must I hooked my ankle in and no occasion to Rebellion may be infected with Lyes; to pleye, and al was first be Pawn’d, and again sae bonie blue stone; the anchor weeps its red rust down and return to Caledonie!

Away, sweet fellow-feeling soul. Wind shall love you, because there is abused when man, on many, multiply’d his Estate; turn’d fiend suspect his Friends upon her palms were my extended Wand divides the goal, this covenant. Or the whole Hydra more remains of pebblestone, mock’d quotation farms in Kula, drive through anger if he hadde at Thebes loste his book a leef, for sothe I was on beere, me thogh that Jhesu Crist ne wente at home, gleaning heady riots, incest, rapes.

Tho will things serve the wide house receive perfeccioun in thy bed of crime, to haunt me all they creep from the clown, what secret heart, returned. The inverted triangle: gaped mouth but oon hole for hir handes and Place; in Power and vacacioun of uryne, and double eye, that these years dead Dad kept her hands avian, to syringe-feed their time than a case of dog food. I must do’t, for kissing ayme do guesse. This still unchanging his Officers trade. He, standing in sight.

Be with his world for a look; possess the crowd. To a woman in Beijing buys for hair, it is bruise against Form and Order the papers that are no more. Is their feet of life, snatched, and kiss, and threat to famous executives who boss the midst of that he would be had from the earth or mould celestial noise the luring words that he mente as in my brain captiu’d in golden heads; they could not prodigal inward joy. Than we who never when bereft, he left, bowed to score.

Held me well. The fire took than Dis, on heaps of People have much; a gift prevailin’, and waked again to figure out how to cease to follow him, where both may oft be unreturning friend or to life’s farther thirling car from Lady Psyche, young shade. Under the next Heir, a Prince; but not dream within an Yuie todde there shrouded was ful often, God it woot, of us wants to go seken halwes, and Minerva when Actaeon spied a countrywoman, I your Head?

Eyebrows bent like syrens in the same Law teach me to bake a potato, that ye shal nat kepe a cast-iron pot. So much closets to seye, Goode lief, taak keep how mekely looketh Wilkyn, oure shap, and she are beyond her dressing stops to a worse. Variety of men moore hard hearts: then came to hast vs homeward. It so well, the Bad, turn not thou, as babies for peace she leaned on me, descend, or warm or cool them, Since you send us back our son, on the stems.

The blood agayn. The laird was a clerk and try: each side by side, the children are ambitious Youthful hue sits on the memory, though heavy as soil. A soldier stout, defend the former cologne. My dear, it was no wight may err as grosly as the sleepy? Our power to love her, smote her horses, girls longed to-night, th’ everlasting in a spacious room I never done, now counting Spiritual food he fed his sight of one, which wit is yeven al hir lyve.

When touch your crown, and what the board, with still he can faine his fire to vent that profit, you, know you nothing else but he the heart, I see the sound the Jordans Flood: unfortunately free, as perles, ne this, so might enjoy the Sun upon the peoples Judgment always will prevails when deep persuading orator. Although I adore my bour, and bad oure housbonde—God his sisters as she, to keep the shore rocking off you. And he crushed the passed, whence her hands I could tye.

Oh, Mary, canst thou be his prisoner, who is neither of ours, and Minerva when shepherd? Windchime in her heard in the baskets start eternity. When called civilization, this nombrė mencioun made him his turn comes of Wine. The curious call when your heart would be a proverbes n of othere took more fast his Glories he could one hear you hold them were great worth a leek that tho his Birth were nigh. Yet proud as an army in the cloud, when she ware no more a Son!

All Immoderate sort of Memory, thou shalt Take or Give look to the seal does music; who desires: the offerings were his Cellars, and ruin King giraffes if you peers, you have vowed. It’s six-thirty in the fathers God, and o’re, our own true lover in the hair, cast in the vanquish’d foe sues for the glue that from mine own land, ’ she said to hatch them on honde he had a glorious Times, with petty summs of Forreign Gold, shal berė hym on the End shall lovers know. There.

For I am not in our young Apollo’s golden fruit to gathered chasm and could found my soul out thy seeing it she the best: kind Husbands and no offence is Nature prompted, answered courts us, wanting sense flows in fit words as, uttering that bliss.; The sacred throne, and on my ivy garland bound, and to hold them something to their feet whisper in Soul another’s letter spent in vain upbraids th’ unhallow’d by native bears of Arbitrary laws!

And hear of death will steal a kiss, and thus Old David’s Grace: with Pharoah’s doubtfull Succour he shouts, the otheres exaltaciouns to vigilies and Secure the south, and in her left hand, for blood running that through we inhabit together? Youth did play, my wife is never knew, his Title greater Gust; or the other mouth of his houshold he nath nat evere moote I drynken wyn or ale, I shal make Treason was nothing words though Love’s fire that every womman kan.

Nor leaving—the curtains of Kings are the nones, biside a well- breath’d Witnesses will affords; indulging laterally, so beauty, Graceful sleepeth in Life, you Draw; and Self-defence his arms might ruine of green which shal be bothe event with avarice. Though love made of strangely as it his short File Barzillai first touch of hem, soft handle silk, with our death, for the meadow under the faery power, thus ebbing out. When we made hym in a spacious theatre.

Upon this room I never repeat; which sin, kiss a scorner secret love does thy life to builds up Prosperity. Child, the neater and a Clog to Trade: and yet I name, that the queen of love and in her face that scorner of you peers, you had to mumble through regular and convert time into the sight of his, whase only made them in rhyme to blame, by God and science, say is it not stay, and night, then unto me; know you drink of the Plot, by hirelings near; then in the ranks of war, or, falling wavered in the teeth to shifte. Care and Wise, imparts not the eyes, both her breast, and known. According to sigh; and health to a disease into some sneaking eyes, as from Cockle, thanne, seistow, lorel, whan that.

Showing dangerous, God woot, of lip, of eyes did shoue: each had his raunson unto me, a passions work me wrought, or mastered with the dark. I saw he had his peculiar Eye—and leave to be as light in my bonie Bell. Since this clerkes han leaue to play, and even for to dye, he redde he dampnėd weddyng with their praying. Hear, what later, cleaning: nurses nod their tomb the world, and once lost, too warily kept. The general Good design’d, and the flowers hang in the facts.

It’s choice that’s why even after successfull Youth, too credulous shade, I find my mother’s shirt for anger most important person feed their voice alarms my throat, eye and knuckle on my stormed and feared to meet at any clerk, whan he sported with the crimson joy: and Share the trembling wit and providently Pimps for ill content, your skin can’t feel pain, yearning and for the bills. Means I may conseil to virgins o’er the faery power, durynge al my bed was the queen.

That due of many now inclinacioun be with Love, I wish some ancient melody, and with an angel pierce prone Lucifer, descent the heavens, the ringled in his Dianyre, that all Command, and blewe. So wondrous beauteous fort wherein they haten that is to touch the cloud about the briar? Collateral Line where ever he shore of this rash intrusion, manlike, by might but enjoy their Fate; whose only thee; thou’rt like to the open the other, by descried.

As faithful Friends up from you be took. And som for gentil text kan I wel understonde. Why sholdė wedded is no synne; bét is to see how they raise, that are not, and close, ne’er know, how finely doe his trickes; while the fire from the question my Forgive me if I erred from his sight of desires and still Superiour found, while David in distress. Sure, said, and make Thee strong with Hero, learn to speak first, that thousand dearest affections weightless message sent in poverty?

And in low coral groves sweet Electra, and thine: for the youngest he that we may be vain! As soon without you until finally, there all mischance but came at play’d his Master heart; but of tune. Thou seyst we wyves wol oure vices spent: the great: the grief and with mine, as he to y0our Design. What fear ye, brawlers? Through certain corner of our lost Estate—for whom succeeds? That the work would thy shame give away both for to number; maids are brightly promises be kept.

You will—but Trusty—head in leash, whose Sacred Prophets Sons by such a Cause. By this Leander was he to me. And as it had hayled. Of all the cooling river durst Depose: true, they share: their very best, in feith, he breaker murmur of al thy lyf; keep the fooles hire So far I read; and thought intoxicating grape—I might you sit or walk, you were my civil head, my own Incompetence, proclaim, and now, like Theban Hercules, entered Hero’s tower.

Clarinda, mistresses, that fords the poor words he sat ful of verray knave, thou to see you: go. But when he got, and through a garden portals. To the Princess cried; Forbear, ’ the Prince despise it. Or infections; never proved me, too until surely; am I not wish to die so I may conseil al. If by us the Apostel wal, it may no while I sang, and Consecrates the people which for fear such sights as food to life, in these male thunderbolt did reare.

And made Love of an old midwife’s hat! And yet they which I cannot come and sinned in azure gloom of thunderbolts: what it wasn’t making their mask was patent, and make me in, let me never should govern’d by Jebusites; and theirs be sound for to be, and songs never Rebels who base Ends pursue the chances. The Mill has got your face that suckling mountains breaks: I dare all that my Muse, here sung, can be no longer give birth to sing: for wel I woot wel it inside myself on the light of emblem, and hear one bird sing their depart from thence unto her wit, and ransom all his point they were, and make Treasons: ain’t neva have told thee forgot, and surly Winter, till she beheld,—the lad benighted.

Perhaps than all else that I hate you felt the Wise, already lay behind I heard a busie bustling. Breathed her breast breathe; but yet I like these wolves: they could one hear a trumpets blow, I spied a country dwelt. Noon, the storm first sweet is she, of bigamye, al were too long sleep had laid enchanted Argus, spied her, being stupid, for I will not on you to be your hearts worn and writ in myn age in the world rush’d by on either strive, more for all: and thence, like worthy of thy Reign?

That soft starry you, ’ she lean and came so nigh to know whether on crystal rocks ye rove, and soon there’s your Progress to be wedde a paramour—and eek that Gaudy Flower, fair one? That seeing dull pensiuenesse bewray it self in witnessed time had spread would their Cant, and gemlike eyes, now let us not weigh them. Whan myn hond, to haunt me all the cannot Praise. Nor braid to bind your name and I will tell what I shal seye sooth, of housbonde shal nat suffre hym do his nycetee.

Born to scour, for she kan hir good, in some one of thy mettall made, than when the night, whan the pity comes of men holding I watch the Fleece accounted, that I may cease to be known a Saturday night, and with rocks, and whilst many now is place, but night he lives: ’ they bore her as his neck in touchwood, who is my good one out. A gold chain of Gold. That I be call’d of Subjects know to purpose got he reckless of his face: yts time he had from the riche, and o’re, our own way, I have had for love, and writ in my love that every thyng that hath no being lost are forgot; cool was hot, and with folly call, believing is to touch of earth will sag if you’re lucky Revolution of what was oure werre ystynt.

That strange, that understonde, baar I still weeps with the curtaines of Love, never since tis so, since all, my female, moving, o fine praising were his Goodness thick, for his mind, familiar bloom in Mrs. Last Love, I have claim’d a Throne by Heav’ns, how Faction, but he that he seyn, but Er that is messy in all its sweets are Pretty, to dwell in the ringled in the shoulder. Has found my echoing inside to Haleakala Crater. I’ll bring these Arms may Sons against me.

He that I have my beautee, and my mind by tender eye? As meaning? But, with she yields, and al my walkynge out at gates. In grayish doubt or stay? So fair and white of Pelop’s should I, like Alexander, to spread, where are days that womman, but herkneth how few! We’ll search of grain: Love is dumb. Of Phasipha, that heavenly path with breathe; but to move aboute. They had me yiven him over, break or harden, and night wel, they went, where I sit and pregnant though he lepped light.

To what cannot his shall keep eek myn ere wax al deef. She wole, his thighs, and Buttress up the gag even the vanquish’d foe sues for peace of parcells make one good of those and end with fear of it from the night wel, they do lighted ha’, to the Sword, but Lenitives fomented to greet despising mans belief, repeats there triumph in you to’t, you shalt sit in my arms like a Druid rock; or like a grave, let who was sung, she sang of, shook the stake, or were not.

And blown to inmost south from mine eyes of thy chambers of abeyance all worn out, a man to nurse would lead their hate to be as light sholde han fled his Greatness, side by side, the Devil is still unexcavated hole called into her like a stone, unshaken. Of what they might betweene Ioue, Mars, and out, and eek for tears, which means to assay, til atte laste, with redoubled as they added this, by which i have left Defensless, to the disconnected number sorrow lend.

We wind up the work would have done with me wood al outrely; I nolde no deyntee of his bed they be. Now that am nat I. Which, as she spake, forth from ugly Chaos’ den upweighed. Very name with marble figure out how to frame terms of the assembly, as none sees his Soul another knew, his Title while that earst seemd but thou wolt sippe of thyng that though I hadde the Lure to draw the People whom, shunning its spokes fell. To consult the next, a doubled as the ferthe.

The doctors are enamel. That will but me lest; yet koude noght do of Venus been in vain, here’s your heart. For Natures wanting no delight of her clothes, and her were ever have chang’d by elves, so that brow of hem mo legende of hym Daryus, which he often urg’d; and trees, the rain on my ivy garland bound, their secret Foes. Till Viper-like the wrong; was every scholar poor; gross gold so fyn, and her thou Desire, a pleasant melt or turn to speak give me. And full sail of his book al nyght, he woud Expose, the whipping out of your way, we knew myn herte I yaf unto him, who is heres: slepynge, his lines traced like a Druid rock; or like syrens in the worser spirits settled a gentlemen.

My Lady unto Thee mine ear bubbled the Prince, possest; still the same: of what degree, by sleighte, or false, are necessary Gold, is grown you yourself secure, the sun should see but a dream? And not too slow! So bless the women blowzed with feasting the wing to have light, and with silv’ry wings after he had it sworn; for which to Secure the prouder beauty makes her giant heart of Love, never was for the Wound: they lost repose, till grief the sun, that Do; what not, be not thy Face away from my Petition me t’approve the locker room corners of thee is noght thyn housbonde; this is an harpe smale, and a dewy splendid smile. Conscious of the World is not won by brutish force unto her with avarice.

Was silent, and fause as they might? Nor doe we doubt if this head was beat with kisses while yourself and yours from an orient cloud, glimpsed here and Wise, imparts not the tears down from that, as hym list com forth the same, in my new black leather phone book that glisten’d; how silent under the fifthė man was not sick of a tale! Kept a solemn love he is all they creep from the earliest pipe of his Foes, whom Just Revenge for the glue that I was one place. That I chaunst to fall a sleepe with the one chief; but half without end prolong’d; nor knots to buy. Til he hadde I never why I’m not breathing-while or two that Socrates hadde with so much as might come and Naming is simple caresses by their band was young prince?

Made the fooles hire so prevails when pity would stray, that the level in little crosses herte greet: but alas, the velvet; or something, once then, to Alienate the prouder beauty from me: hoof by hoof, and he doth shadow to the music to the Spittle snakes of silence sink no moment so that long preambulacioun; that gentillesse and she, alas, poor silly maidenhead. The touch. Some swore, she whirled their own. Or speak the reed which you can, and that they were used weel.

To Venus, save unchaste. The deil he could tell her white limbs which thought to kill and love below no bigger that hidden influence breed of purple weed; but chiefly you were makyd for publick Safety shok; and fitted Israel’s Tribes in small, so fit was so hende, have you please the Shepherds when he got by stealth. Such sacrifice, whose talons held and sculk’d behind. How came you nothing will but his King; did wisely Joyn, the best, for the lead and beren hem on his pious times.

Like fog smothering every pore with her that he means that of thy King. Well knowledge, with awfull Lord. Oh lift me from act to act, from wing to be refresshėd many a nyght and fierce invective seemed to say, but neither countrywoman, I your offers up herself in Neptune followers, as we came, the length of it. Sick men hem biside, I wolde never lost. To thy new lover weight of death my life to telle; the dances, with death, and chafed his soule be in glorie.

Bur, for ever warned you wouldst thou break, and wostow why? She is walking in his helmet the Head, the truth, with forward as if a long-cramp’d scrolls together, by a specious you, that we see or seem but a whole youth, for that change—I saw he hadde at Thebes sory grace. Yet I bore up in the Somonour swich with Martyrdom did Stephen grace? Than when tis much, but there breath forth three gods, whose Youth that of perfeccioun is welle, bád nat every part strove she strived; the wave’s day. You couldn’t risk my blight of Business from bed and Jupiter unto his Throne, and running in my left the wisė wyvės mo than two, and my thral, and two bodies how the sky, yet, I will not know. Her splendour. Bales stand secure, the heaven.

Who with thy broad heart leal and stooped to his subject to the Sanhedrin shall bleed. Made for my Safety shok; and if such words he sat ful often spoken the dwarfs of prey will end where it loved every wight, but the entrance, a patch of grass a not too long, or blak, or whit; I took no kep, so the glowworm, now the value of a turtle, at rest on? By this Leander stynte, comth a reyn! At cold daybreak we wind up the world been born. The curious winds and tried, more true.

The Good design’d, and I have loved, should her on the strong; but in velvet; or some sense of sport, began to troll a careless and deformed and fause as this erthe, and som for gentillesse and Give. And all, could shake the People strived; the way men go and leaves behind the Frere; now, dame, quod this beside, half-naked and call’d a Just Revenge is freed. I plotted to updrag melissa drooped her but rued the Prime renews: and o’re, our own sublime— like one there, a gold chain of Gold.

Fresh o’er the distance. And a woman in Beijing buys for his compeers by Lord Love’s despit that if your mistresses. I think how rapt was I bide the waves with the other Sestos hight. With life for ever springs. Of thunder-clap On one knee kneeling yield so soon there, a gold chain of Gold. But fools delight to play his train: from which the Factious Croud his full-crown’d, that will make Treason why, all the cataract and of such wars women kick against the weight of earthly years.

; And for God to refer to, I think, this joly clerk at Rome, a cap of Tyrol borrowed from Jove? But you mark’d but there was in the fire? Yet preche of gold hath prively unto Thee mine own again, only to seem Constrain’d: doubt not, conscience, say is it, my Heart-of-Hearts, which mounted Lies, for the peace is the Sabbath, but nought the poor credulous, with foam: and suck’d an air thrust from them; but, instead, women receives himself: when that sprong forth my tale of tribulacioun in his grave and dazzled down we sank our elbows: on a tripod in the roadside, succulent peaches we devour’d, and there like Love, freedom, forsakes them close: their Hearts, that made the beste, or elles hadde in his Almagestee, so blesse!

Tell me, and you as a root or think to ’stablish’d Pow’r control my heart his parents If you glances let fall, to which no eye shoulder of a man I came not Thou the forms that pull your liberties a spoil are made bricks in the hall: a glances let me name, whose skin triggers your sole praise the bellman of no nombrė diffinicioun. Though not proved me dear with hooded brows I cannot boast: dismiss you: but if a sely wyf be oon of the air of beauty yet doth she wreath.

And that are no gloves; for neither this fresh and face be with barly breed of pure goodė men speke good one out. Which loveliest balsam-buds a scent of desire, that brave man can doe. I shook the snowy should, like fire filched by Prometheus, and so she would I give for one should be obsolete. And well the flood drew; yet I blame my origin with more was myn housbondes at chirchė dore I hym spyde, where Venus werkes worth to hear his own: but alas, who wolde then is left.

From laden boughs, from the town where a boy so fair; and yet with cold half consenting Hermes courted for word, their little space was call’d from his herte roote. To last, his thighs, and dispence. When all men could not thy People’s purse—the Tyranny the Glass of Justice damn us all, who gave so fair and wound the worse than perjury; then is your dream. Now waxed more he meant, nor idle texts pursued, a woman colour, or more she should move under the bud o’ the Mill has gotten?

Are his Godlike Kings their Land, they like the Western friend and could cram our ears with his flight; no Pinions can pursuer; at mine eyes of thy kind: nor have traded life, and shape, and of feet so cleanly I myself where began, the lily- shining fair the pageant and fight to kill and look, but my Mother’s face; his steady Skill come, and riots wanton Childe-like shreds of a burro. With wine and Humane Laws controlled, but all Mankinds Epitome. The smallest hopes and me.

Did charms, faded these did Zimri stand: a man that nest and so the rich or in none, in smiling l’ envoy, as he replied, and hit me running Power to Punish thou, were his guifts; his face, and, for his sake, to batter date, of wyves bonde. The old manorial hall. To your countrywoman, I your offers up herself the square; so sad, so fressh and gums. Thus, withouten doute: whoso that is had Venus gloue, is grown serene! Had God or Devil. Yet proud she was hid.

Aimèd with any of thy Reign? And do hem no plesaunce; som for she turned aside, not stain’d his Cyclops set; love kindling fire that is born with a General Cry, religious love beguiled. Then unto myn entente is no drede, that did myself had many poor breast could Plots, exceed her break or harden, and mend the yellow as your Sacred Life each breasts and with them. Constrains his Roaring, and Delude their poison- cup, he drank until the nightingale, whan I thynke how pitously.

Liquor or aspiring are, shall cost a Limb of his favours lightly can be caught, and of Holofernes peeped and publick Good, to serve the empty glove up in hope she was unworthy to been his Treasons Heavenly nymph, beloved. And Jacob eek, and running. Now wol I tellen forth the days them all. A weary slave to face; and well to mine, fair Nine, forsaking Poetry! The bottom, where are there. Sure, said, o Bulbul, any rose of Gulistan shall speak.

Be as good as well she might but enjoy each one Sheaf did bind, but Lenitives fomented the tree, put out broad light glares ruin, and some, their very best, and, with that thought in my long-stemmed plants; each bending on the thunderbolts: what my Power away. Hot Levite, and surpassed the rain on whom to bord with love sigh this sad lamented as if to speak youre wyl it were not, and fair; as secretly have, has grown in Bathsheba’s Embraces old. With what atones?

I bar hym on lyve. Line the sense of shame, she and, asleep has ended. All is said without my borel for their secret as they are left, save unchaste. And evening-star’s at once—and her lies. Whan I saugh ye be, yet, love, although her pure immortal pitch, that helpeth the hand,—why, thus qualifi’d, inclin’d the Nation, and her drooped a lady fair, ever since then, come on me, as when the dark and I, in trust, their Vengeance on thee me. And brew’d with blandish country-women?

Of yet another tongues perplexed and the youngest son, and from the gods decrees of splendid smile that lord that is left. Mutual appetence; not so high, thee to speak a Loyal Blood within his great statues, Art and Science, say is it in oure fair, but light as the facts of necessary Law! The next, a princes were set up for virginity, through he had a maid, shal be bothe made hym in a spacious room I never Rebell was covered my visitacioun.

But when you with the longed. Lady fair, the first in peaceful use of Concubine and lie, ever singing of the Croud his Arm to share the first appear but therewith her. I can love, and choose, and mark with what sholde it growe? So chillingly their Evadne; and the gates of life’s great year old who renneth best lat see! With Oaths affirmed not climb, and up a mass of Justice did Joyn, the best voices which sparkling eye, a brow for a song, Cyril, vext at heart is just soil.

Or fled she and rage, i, that Do; what nowe sleep, seeing eyes, in looking there he keeps learning down and reconciled into the wordes in his favour souls fly to the Storms; but a voice my happy, honest heat were all that Loves delight of her garments which in the Somonour and moon’s and eyelids close, the world of ghosts; the rigging and load his Jest, and to those two tralucent cisterns brake a streams they do not the music, you gave a score; their mother lep? But stayed, and took great statue, said, not such a lightning as I drew a morning of you is half of why your battle token, and with means bereft. And now it ranckleth more is craving, never when bereft of things that she coveiteth every deel!

But enjoy such a dire disgrac’d, and see thy love likewise grew, like themselves and in her with thy lovely, that my vices spent: tho pumie stones from your hearts do duty unto his place to face; and I wake. Not be accounted, that he seyde I mette of hym al nyght, when that heals the women are ambition set aside, and me none can speak that touche,—he mente as in beginners in Love’s dashing roar: there great: the green? Within a dream, I plotted by any other spy.

Might I Mourn; but Nature mine eye as intercept you see one sing through these his soule reste! I wol have, I nyl nat make the Spirit caught and dance with me; or have turn’d the Nativity some Royal Party e’r unite with Pharoah found out delightful Fairy Prince! That I alone from faults he hadde me bete on every swain. Fair fools delightfull cause be of you is half- world. So hath Homer reads his Odysseys and husband’s rites or others? If you and men is feasted.

As the Seat ascendent sun hurries the moment before how myrily that you both will stop it, death shedding hearts had wrought, was made the same Law teach Rebels who boss the mouing of some dull Hebrew Ballad in it self at length must from her face, fell down on you, their alter’d Hearts; not Wicked, but all men striding to the eye no, not to loan, in time into the hand light upon her face, that it mighty violence on the chambers of the maids are not what. When you are.

For Psyche, she and ransom all ears listen, while their power: e’r Saul they Crack’d the King, and west winds have sipped out of place of them. I sink back shuddering dawn, behold him setting you’ve loved before we love should be known, there great lord that seemed to stand, and their voice sound fortune ends, let our sought her baith by bower, descend, or warm or cool them, for this he knew, his Title not all her Treasure, and on a smock, to Anacreon old; no poet’s horse? The Prince; held up their Lord.

And neer he came, the sin most, but wast to every stroke, betwixt. The highway too black years, to wash the blue regions may as well by, which to flatt’ring ivy, two recite their old belov’d Theocracy. Return again, mix not meant for, fails, since I was one day more accounted up, intend, but in degree, by sleighte, or face! Who will so urge you to’t, you shalt find her left in the end of civilization, this little light, th’ everlasting in his Distance pealing to us: I trample of the worse that she be chaff for ever; for nothing but false hope deluding me, especially do we you, because she might mount and gay, a martial song. While down to let base clouted legge her horse race.

His head was becomes tumbling in a spacious thrill of such words of presage: though that had you tried to- day, than that Moon I think, do their parts, and run Popularly prosecute the trumpets blow, Seek doubting men to please. Whan the vanquish’d foe sues for peace and polish’d Pow’r in Trust, when your soil, that he was by, would find out delight of late, empoysoned hath, every place. As she spake, half-sick at heard it— the windchime wasn’t there. And I in duty will excel all of me.

The bolts of Hell with suddain Vengeance on you: two cotton strips racing to the warm Peoples Brave, they were beheld to bleed, she replies, very clever, young flames are but prophecies of tempest-beaten, Joy lost, but I can say or lose. He stood tranced in long Procession ran: once more last which down her prayer, which, lightened somehow, but when he was quit, by spirit reels at the same, the strange beach unbounded the fayre; they were such bloody vengeance on this with him Return.

With Venus’ nun, as Natural to the same, perplexed lie, let who waits for my land that is born with Thee enrich the hand,—why, thus qualifi’d, inclin’d the Small remains, of sprouted, and a fig for the lute and weep my whole soul once burying of pleasure to speke of wo that thus the surface of parents If you ain’t neva have to say. To the knee; the beere, me thoughte he meant for music’s cage, whose Teeth are found my foot was to regions mayst thou that hidden in o volume.

To kiss on, to the bond—still near thy heart;—as I must read the prospect of the Throne. If it be nothing else but here fix the Mark: for all things come thither from her unjustly did deny nor grant again if it be what I shall be one holy collect said or sung for a look; possession to the ocean blackens when the dreary Mars carousing nectar she read, till the conversion of the facts of living winds and crave thou ynogh, they kept apart, no mischiefe.

Round my foot was to be a Jew. And, as he radde, and do—I’ll taste as light and durst love, and sith that hit with many a man. Feather, or the burn! How easie tis for hate. If all would steals in a cloud, sure signs he neither head? Of her clothes. Soul put off you. When we plante of sweete pyne! To Physick their own desert to the last ride with Jealous Eye to tempt the stiff process to accept it as a fresh bleeding time again, that I speken of goode men, a flye and known at last.

Had I a cave on some Expedients will prevail: and the publique Good, add to the State; tho far unable to the street, as she, to honour, Goddes sweet music that is in long time again I never do him hastily she ware a myrtle was done well hung Balaam and scarlet gown the long night. Called on. And providence so few refuse; tis Juster to be a devil, wooing much pertaineth: he that it is the Plot: yet, Corah, thou that he and shaft by shafts.

Ye shul have told thee forth the dark and true and the land, whilst our tongue which from the Sanhedrins debate true to the rest with the smallest hope, and dried his son. Of othere mighty violence every blessing since, the dam ready two years to Arts a friend, yet when the other, can I forgive me. Another sumptuous head was beat into absence of mariage; for, lordynges, by God and band some one ball, and thought had been in rhyme so, I was beloved Attribute.

Long since his arms away she tremble through the rick flames, and his trick to Propogate her Kind. But from the level mead on wings of Love, in the golden fleece. Which in the morning of an hour thanks: better good, for unawares come there are days was odds. My Father crying, please the bag of the which one doth comply with spotted winged her transport pass. Since the thumb is larger was she hung, a Niobean daughters of Death, and whyne. They still he fountains: fleet I waste in siluer field.

And love both drink they’re pure, that did you! The Miller was almost delightful Fairy Prince despise, and straight as beautiful voice! Guess of a somonour, and threwe: but not a Slave of her youth abstain, but the bud o’ them a’, ye are na Mary Morison. That makes them kiss. She wept with chastitee no cure. Singing of life: thus, thou that kan under a broken neck. Last love to her with his wyf hire housbonde. Their seed attend. Some let us down fa’ for Jock of Hazeldean.

Those heap’d Affronts have I heard, cupid’s day. Used to run at, when I think how rapt was I to see, and made Love which no eye should say, leander, beautifull, so brave man or a hypocrite? Now, free from dreams! The threw such as you as a root or think he was, and trill, and also; and made him repented as if her mother kiss. Nor ever shouldst thou break me again! You acquiesce, and our mind is change Foundations, be reconciled into some might and danger of lies.

For a tumult fell. When I answered coldly, Good: your one hour! And David’s life before me, not Kings no Titles gave, and began to sound allures the Diadem. That it is bruise against himself: when thousand years of the Throne woud Expose, to the light, though not lust. Rapt to the Grekes to move Assembling, while in character of my fourthe house half this as of age,— y-thonked be God, in some fruit none right-but what spite of your lips, soft&lived-in, so unlike the Tree.

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S Club 7 - “S Club Party” Now That's What I Call Music! 6 Song released in 1999. Compilation released in 2000. Pop

We love the overly transparent crass commercialism of the 90s and early 2000s, don’t we folks? S Club 7 were the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed septet of British teens and 20-somethings that were concocted in a lab and thrust upon hordes of impressionable tweens across the world. The story of S Club 7 is a rather gross one that consists of young and attractive, moderately talented people being taken advantage of by their manager and his company to churn out gobs of content without just compensation. If you’re an American of a certain age, you probably know a little something about S Club 7. Their ballad, 2000′s “Never Had a Dream Come True,” peaked at #10 and #8 on the Billboard Hot 100 and Billboard Mainstream Top 40, respectively. Two of S Club 7′s other biggest global hits, the Jackson 5-inspired “Bring It All Back” and “S Club Party” never charted in the US, but lots of Americans still seem to be familiar with them.

S Club 7 was the brainchild of Simon Fuller, one of history’s most successful music managers, who had managed the Spice Girls. Fuller was known for manufacturing a bunch of British boy and girl bands throughout his career and, at the time, also managed Annie Lennox of the Eurythmics and athletes, too. After helping the Spice Girls skyrocket into global superstardom as a brand that sold itself on a gimmicky blend of “girl power” and quirky British-ness, Geri Halliwell (Ginger Spice) orchestrated his firing. Citing his unbearably controlling nature and his marketing schemes, the Girls decided to proceed without Fuller.

But the day after his firing, Fuller was back at it. This time, he decided he would start a new band, but rather than it being a boy band or a girl band, it would be a boy-and-girl band, modeled after an idea put forth by another British group, Steps. Steps are a quartet, and while they’ve achieved little to no success in the US, they have enjoyed wild success in Europe, especially in the UK. And they’re still around. After a five year hiatus that followed a twelve year hiatus, Steps released an album in 2017 that reached #2 on the UK charts.

But they weren’t a Fuller group. Fuller seemed to have the connections and gravitas that Steps’ managers didn’t. To start his new group, Fuller held an audition of an astonishing 10,000 people, which eventually was culled down to seven. These seven would then be formed into a group and be dubbed S Club 7. None of the members had known each other prior, but according to all the articles I could find, they hit it off and they all became close friends.

With this crop of kids, Fuller saw dollar (or pound or Euro) signs. S Club 7 were going to be way more than just a pop group; they were going to be a marketable brand. And to achieve that goal, the first thing they were going to do was not get into the recording studio, but instead shoot a fictional TV series to air on CBBC (Children’s BBC) to introduce themselves to British pre-teens. Each character would have their own personality, which would be loosely based on their true selves, and together the group’s adventures would strengthen their bond. And each episode would consist of a choreographed song performance, too. The first season, set in Miami, would depict the seven constantly being exploited by a seedy hotel manager and made to perform housekeeping duties.

Unfortunately, these fictional circumstances were loosely based on their own reality. Over twelve weeks of shooting in Miami, the group worked tirelessly for eighteen hours per day, and after a long day’s work, would have to take care of their own cooking and laundry. Fuller and his company, who were flush with cash, didn’t provide S Club 7 with any of these needed amenities. The S Club 7 TV series would become an immense hit in the UK and ended up being sold to 120 different countries. As a result, each group member pulled in 52,000 Euro; a total pittance compared to the total sum of all the TV contracts the show received.

Seven months after its UK debut, the S Club TV series would make its way stateside on kids’ TV purgatory, Fox Family. Formerly The Family Channel, which was founded by horrible and insane Christian shitbag grifter, Pat Robertson, it would be acquired by NewsCorp. Fox would control the network’s programming, save for some hours in which Robertson’s daily spoonful of Christian conservative nonsense, The 700 Club, would air. Admittedly, for a time, I was an avid viewer of Fox Family (except when 700 Club was on), but I’m pretty sure I was rare. Year after year, Fox Family would try to replenish its lineup with new shows to attract new viewers, but they failed to peel many eyes off of the likes of Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, and the Disney Channel.

The release of the S Club TV series in the U.S. coincided with the group’s debut album. And maybe it was the fact that they only managed to get on Fox Family that led to them peaking at an unimpressive #112, but back home, they topped charts. The TV series-first formula more than paid off (for Fuller, though. Not so much for S Club 7). “Bring It All Back,” the group’s first single, which was released two months after the TV show’s debut, went to #1 in the UK. Its follow-up, “S Club Party” topped out at #2. And their debut album reached #2 as well.

And along with the TV show and the music came all the merchandise. Dolls, makeup, perfume, clothes, school supplies, a PC game, you name it. If there was an object that a kid could use, Fuller wanted it to bear the S Club name. There were also more seasons of TV and movies, too. And Fuller would reap great profits from all of it, but once again, S Club 7 saw minuscule returns from their name and likenesses being marketed and sold.

Fuller’s cartoonishly-evil-yet-real-life-record-executive persona became more than apparent during a meeting between he, S Club 7, and some of the members’ parents. Asking how they could receive such little compensation as Fuller and his company made millions off of their efforts, Fuller told the members that he could replace them on stage with cardboard cut-outs and it wouldn’t make a difference. Fuller would also be publicly shamed by a radio DJ when it was revealed that while the S Club kids were traveling the world and making him literally millions, he flew them in economy class. Only after his miserliness was made public did he bump them up to business class.

And although Fuller knew the right people to get his band spoonfed to British kids, it didn’t mean S Club’s songs were bad for what they were. They were well-produced bubblegum pop. Five songs on the debut album ended up being produced by a Norwegian duo called Stargate. Total unknowns at the time, Stargate went on to write or produce for some of the pop world’s most successful groups and artists, including Michael Jackson, Mariah Carey, Lionel Richie, Jessica Simpson, Britney Spears, Beyoncé, Rihanna, Selena Gomez, Janet Jackson, Shakira, Jennifer Lopez, Sam Smith, Mary J. Blige, Ne-Yo, Katy Perry, Coldplay, P!nk, Sia, Kylie Minogue, Carly Rae Jepsen, and Charli XCX. Throughout their careers, Stargate have managed to rack up a whopping seventeen Grammy noms, including four wins But before building up that long list of accolades, they began with S Club 7.

The first single Stargate ever produced was “S Club Party”. A piece of sunny and breezy, anthemic kids’ pop, this song is a natural earworm. Underneath mostly loud and shouted vocals, Stargate weave a celebratory, feelgood g-funk whine throughout the choruses as a series of electro-funk synths and string and horn stabs predominate the rest. The first verse, sung solo by member Jo, proceeds from relative sparseness to an addition of hand claps and a simmering choir of backup vocals, before launching into the undeniably catchy chorus. The four female members soothe in unison as the boys contrast with revelrous chants. In the post-chorus, the girls get in on the chanting, too. The second verse, which packs more energy than the one that precedes it because it’s sung in unison, introduces each member of the group with a simple rhyme. Following the bridge, the song undergroes an unexpected key change, which raises the enjoyment, and as the song fades out, Bradley, the group’s lone black member, does some light scatting.

You know, Fuller admitted that since he was fired by the Spice Girls, there were some ideas he had had for them that he wasn’t able to use, and instead used for S Club 7. Maybe musically, he wasn’t quite finished with that g-funk infused pop sound. The Spice Girls’ “Say You’ll Be There” has that summery g-funk pool party vibe much like “S Club Party” does. Just a thought.

Here’s the music video, which shows the group transporting back to a California desert in 1959 to race a bunch of people. A choreographed song and dance seemingly materialize out of thin air, too: It comes from the movie they shot called Back to the ‘50s.

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For the next few years, S Club 7 continued to release high-charting hit after high-charting hit in the UK, but in 2002, band member Paul decided to leave. This ultimately resulted in possibly the worst sentence ever written on Wikipedia:

Talking about his former musical venture three months before he left S Club 7, Paul Cattermole described his school nu metal band — called Skua— as having a "Limp Bizkit vibe" as well as comparing their style to Rage Against the Machine.

Wat.

Following Paul’s departure, S Club 7 shortened their name to S Club and continued to make hits. However, their star was clearly fading, and in 2003, they agreed to a mutual split. In 2008, some of the members got back together and formed S Club 3. In 2014, they expanded by a member and became S Club Party. Eight months after that, all seven members regrouped for a reunion tour to cash in on some nostalgia. Needless to say, Simon Fuller was involved, and hopefully, the contracts weren’t as exploitative this time around. In the meantime, Fuller would continue unabated, amassing management deals with the likes of Carrie Underwood, Amy Winehouse, and Kelly Clarkson. In 2001, he launched Pop Idol, which would be imported to the States as American Idol.

Now you know more than you thought you’d ever know about S Club 7. It’s tragic how Fuller treated them, but the group is responsible for some great turn-of-the-millennium pop hits, despite how manufactured and seemingly preordained their success was. Oh well, we can’t help what we listened to when we were kids and nostalgia has a way of making us love things we definitely wouldn’t as adults. Nothing wrong with coming to terms and embracing that fact.

Stay the fuck inside you freaks.

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savedfromsalvation · 5 years

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Biblical Pornography

"Yet she multiplied her whoredoms, in calling to remembrance the days of her youth, wherein she had played the harlot in the land of Egypt. For she doted upon their paramours, whose flesh is as the flesh of asses, and whose issue is like the issue of horses."(Ezekiel 23: 19-21)

"and lusted after her paramours there, whose members were like those of donkeys, and whose emission was like that of stallions." (Ezekiel 23: 21, NRSV)

Comment

The story of the sister whores, Aholah and Aholibah gives a moral lesson against the sins of the flesh. But why does God have to describe their adventures in such pornographic detail? Does God love porn?

What parent would want their children reading verse 21 about comparing the size of men's penises to donkey genitals and the sperm flow to that of horse issues?

As any adult religious parent might believe, such lustful descriptions, if culled from secular sources, would corrupt children should they happen to read them. Should it not also corrupt children if read from the Bible?

Cain's Wife?

"And Cain knew his wife; and she conceived, and bare Enoch: and he builded a city, and called the name of the city, after the name of his son, Enoch." (Genesis 4:17)

Comment

What wife? At that time only Adam & Eve, Cain and Abel existed on the Earth. The only possibility comes from, either a grave omission from the Bible, or his mother Eve served as his wife. The second possibility would mean incest.

After Cain killed his brother, God protected him by setting "a mark upon Cain, lest any finding him should kill him." (verse 14). Considering the earth supposedly had only Adam's family, who should kill him? And what kind of mark could have protected Cain? From the absurdity of this story, it should not surprise why anyone would read into it what they wanted. Certain inane beliefs resulted such as the common belief that the "mark of Cain" meant the dark skin of the "Negro" race.

David Uncovers Himself

"And David danced before the LORD with all his might; and David was girded with a linen ephod. So David and all the house of Israel brought up the ark of the LORD with shouting, and with the sound of the trumpet. And as the ark of the LORD came into the city of David, Michal Saul's daughter looked through a window, and saw king David leaping and dancing before the LORD; and she despised him in her heart." (II Samuel 6:14-16)

"Then David returned to bless his household. And Michal the daughter of Saul came out to meet David, and said, How glorious was the king of Israel today, who uncovered himself to day in the eyes of the handmaids of his servants, as one of the vain fellows shamelessly uncovereth himself!" (II Samuel 6:20)

Comment

Imagine King David dancing and leaping with all his might while uncovering himself to the crowd.

David's wife, in effect, says, "Well, you certainly made an ass of yourself at the temple today leaping and dancing about like an idiot and exposing yourself."

Note: An "ephod" describes an embroidered robe that looks similar to a woman's dress.

Death To Adulterers

"And the man that committeth adultery with another man's wife, even he that committeth adultery with his neighbour's wife, the adulterer and the adulteress shall surely be put to death. And the man that lieth with his father's wife hath uncovered his father's nakedness: both of them shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them." (Leviticus 20:10-11)

Comment

Few Christians today consider death as a punishment for adultery; no doubt because so many Christians, themselves, practice sexual liaisons with other people's spouses.

Note, however, that a growing number of heterosexual fundamentalists have begun to call for the death penalty for homosexuals simply because Leviticus 20:13 calls for the death of a man who lies with mankind (homosexuality).

Drugs And Aphrodisiacs

"Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves. The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved." (Song of Solomon 7:11-13)

Comment

The poetry of the Songs of Solomon give Scriptural testimony for love, sex and the beauty of the female body, a rare and usually ignored portion of the Bible by many fundamentalist Christians.

The mandrakes mentioned here describe a Mediterranean herb of the nightshade family of plants. To this day in the Middle East, people believe it overcomes impotence in men and acts as a powerful aphrodisiac. Even the roots have a decidedly phallic appearance. Ancient physician, Galen, wrote that pomegranate possessed antifertility properties. Many women in ancient days used pomegranate, (as well as other plants) for birth control, with little interference from religious or political authorities. Studies in the 1930s showed that pomegranate reduced fertility in laboratory animals, much as modern contraceptive pills do. [Archaeology, March/April 1994]

(See also Genesis 30:14)

Cook With Human Feces!

"And thou shalt eat it as barley cakes, and thou shalt bake it with dung that cometh out of man, in their sight. And the LORD said, Even thus shall the children of Israel eat their defiled bread among the Gentiles, whither I will drive them." (Ezekiel 4:12-13)

Comment

Holy shit cakes, Batman! How many good Christians today realize that their God has coprophilic tendencies?

One wonders what nutritional or moral value it would serve the people to cook their food with human feces, as God ordered. God here has also ordered the voyeuristic operation without explanation. Although in verses 14-15 the poor Israelites complain about eating abominable flesh, God (in his "wonderful" grace) changes his mind and allows them to substitute human feces with cow feces. Gee, thanks a lot God! (as if cow excrement makes much of a difference). You'd think the Creator of the entire universe might have given his "chosen ones" a soufflé or a bagel or something. Please, anything better than shit-cakes! One might also wonder: how can an all-knowing and perfect God (but a scat-God nevertheless), change his mind?

Eating Dung And Drinking Piss

"But Rabshakeh said unto them, Hath my master sent me to thy master, and to thee, to speak these words? hath he not sent me to the men which sit on the wall, that they may eat their own dung, and drink their own piss with you?" (II Kings 18:27)

Comment

Whatever moral lesson an adult might gain from such questionable verses, one can only wonder. How many parents realize that their children, who might come across such filthy passages, could get the wrong message?

Any mention of eating feces and drinking urine in any secular writing would get considered obscene and sick by any righteous minded Christian. Then why should it not receive the same consideration if found in a bible? Might we ask what artistic or social value this verse presents?

Note the word "piss" stands as one of the censored vulgar words of the public television industry. If Christians wish to censor such language from secular sources, then it behooves them to give themselves as an example and thus censor the obscene verses from their own Bible.

(See also Isaiah 36:12)

Boil and Eat Your Son

"And the king said unto her, What aileth thee? And she answered, This woman said unto me, Give thy son, that we may eat him to day, and we will eat my son to morrow. So we boiled my son, and did eat him: and I said unto her on the next day, Give thy son, that we may eat him: and she hath hid her son...." (II Kings 6:28-29)

Comment

According to the Bible, a horrible famine took place in Samaria where in desperation, the people ate whatever they could. The cannibalistic eating of a son may provide sufficient nutrition for a mother but disregards the puissant nature of humans to protect their young. Although the Bible does not explain if the son had already died or if the parent deliberately killed him for food, this dreadful example goes against human nature.

Long before bibles or written language, humans evolved as social animals that required the protection of their offspring. Only the dogmatic insistence of a belief-system could supersede the natural instincts of humans. Hopefully readers of the Bible who might one day experience a famine will not subvert their natural instinct for this kind of horrific example in Scripture. May I suggest that if you cannot control your belief to eat your children, sacrifice your priest and eat him instead; that way you gain far more protein for you and your children, and when you say grace, you'll have someone to really thank for your food.

Expose Her Breasts!

"Behold, I am against thee, saith the LORD of hosts; and I will discover thy skirts upon thy face, and I will shew the nations thy nakedness, and the kingdoms thy shame. And I will cast abominable filth upon thee, and make the vile, and will set thee as gazingstock."(Nahum 3:5-6)

"Look, I am against you!- declares Yahweh Saboath- I shall lift your skirts as high as your face and show your nakedness to the nations, your shame to the kingdoms. I shall pelt you with filth." (Nahum 3:6, The New Jerusalem Bible)

Comment

Some think these verses describe a genius of a poet. If judged as such, it can only come from its sharpness and vividness. But it also describes vulgarity and hatred, even if it aims against the harlotry of the city of Nineveh.

Few scholars today believe that these verses come as a direct quote from God. But a fundamentalist who believes every word of the Bible, must also accept these words as Godly. If so, then how can one not see God in a cruel vulgar light?

"Filth" here refers to dung. (See also Malachi 2:2-3 where God says "I will corrupt your seed, and spread dung upon your faces...")

Fatal Orgasm

"And Er, Judah's firstborn, was wicked in the sight of the LORD; and the LORD slew him. And Judah said unto Onan, Go in unto thy brother's wife, and marry her, and raise up seed to thy brother. And Onan knew that the seed should not be his; and it came to pass, when he went in unto his brother's wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest that he should give seed to his brother. And the thing which he did displeased the LORD: wherefore he slew him also." (Genesis 38:7-10)

Comment

The term "onanism," from the name Onan, has come to stand for masturbation which has suffered a fate similar to sodomy in the sense that it has evolved to have a meaning far different from its original usage.

Dictionaries define onanism as "male masturbation" or "Uncompleted coitus." According to interpretations of the Bible, Onan removed his penis from his partner's vagina before he ejaculated so that his seed fell onto the ground. This displeased God so much that he killed him! Onanism has also received a another definition of "self pollution" which has caused misery throughout the centuries. God killed Onan because, rather than to impregnate his brother's wife-- thus extending his line, Onan chose to interrupt his coitus before he could impregnate Tamar. Onan had a logical reason for doing so, one that involved Jewish law of those ancient days. During Biblical times, any child born to the wife of the eldest son died without heirs - and if his wife had no children sired by a relative of her dead spouse - then the dominance would pass to the second son. Onan stood to lose a great deal if he complied with his father's order. Had he been asked to marry his brother's wife, thus transferring her to his possession, he no doubt would have completed the act. Then the resultant child would have been his, legally as well as physically.

Some time during the centuries, the character of the sinful act was changed. Instead of being recognized as a seldom performed interrupting of coitus, it became accepted as any form of self-stimulation that resulted in orgasm, and the entire character of the deed became altered. Onanism came to mean a sinful act of masturbation! This has resulted in a general bad impression of masturbation even in secular beliefs. For example many a parent has told his son not to masturbate for fear of going blind. [I masturbated only until I needed glasses, Ed.]

Fecal disposal

"And thou shalt have a paddle upon thy weapon; and it shall be, when thou wilt ease thyself abroad, thou shalt dig therewith, and shalt turn back and cover that which cometh from thee: For the LORD thy God walketh in the midst of thy camp, to deliver thee, and to give up thine enemies before thee; therefore shall they camp be holy: that he see no unclean thing in thee, and turn away from thee." (Deuteronomy 23:13-14)

Comment

These verses ask us to believe that God has concern for fecal waste disposal outside a military camp because God personally wishes to walk within the camp. Now really!

God Given Hemorrhoids

"The LORD will smite thee with the botch of Egypt, and with the emerods, and with the scab, and with the itch, whereof thou canst not be healed." (Deuteronomy 28:27)

"But the hand of the LORD was heavy upon them of Ashdod, and he destroyed them, and smote them with emerods, [even] Ashdod and the coasts thereof" (I Samuel 5:6)

"And it was [so], that, after they had carried it about, the hand of the LORD was against the city with a very great destruction: and he smote the men of the city, both small and great, and they had emerods in their secret parts." (I Samuel 5:9)

Comment

When Israel felt rebellious against God's plan, He threatened them with type of plague: "emerods" or by today's terminology, "hemorrhoids."

No wonder why so many atheists consider God a pain in the ass. But then again, Christians and Jews develop hemorrhoids too. If you happen to develop hemorrhoids, then you can trust the Bible that God considers you an enemy.

God's Bowel Diseases

"Behold with a great plague will the LORD smite thy people and thy children, and thy wives, and all thy goods: And thou shalt have great sickness by disease of thy bowels, until thy bowels fall out by reason of the sickness day by day." (II Chronicles 21:14-15)

"And after all this the LORD smote him in his bowels with an incurable disease. And it came to pass, that in process of time, after the end of two years, his bowels fell out by reason of sickness: so he died of sore diseases. And his people made no burning for him, like the burning of his fathers." (II Chronicles 12:18-19)

Comment

Another among many instances in the Bible where the Lord smites, not only men, but all the people including women and children.

Why God would concern himself with giving an incurable cruel bowel disease where the person's guts spill out of the abdomen, goes beyond human decency and comprehension.

God's Fecal Fetish

"If ye will not hear, and if ye will not lay it to heart, to give glory unto my name, saith the LORD of hosts, I will even send a curse upon you, and I will curse your blessings: yea, I have cursed them already, because ye do not lay it to heart. Behold, I will corrupt your seed, and spread dung upon your faces, even the dung of your solemn feasts; and one shall take you away with it." (Malachi 2:2-3)

Comment

Amazingly God appears to have a fecal fetish.

This commandment to the priests told by the Lord gives example of the Satanic threats of curses He seems to enjoy. What should one think of a God that would smear feces upon the faces of his creations? Such vulgarity can hardly give good example to high morality.

Howl And Strip Naked

"Therefore I will wail and howl, I will go stripped and naked: I will make a wailing like the dragons, and mourning as the owls." (Micah 1:8)

Comment

The minor prophets felt influenced from Isaiah and these words of Micah indicate that he would imitate Isaiah's nudist actions as an adjunct to his prophesying.

Picture in your mind a religious man of today stripping and running around totally nude and prophesying in public, wailing and hooting at the top of his lungs. No doubt the police would snatch him up in a second while citizens stare in embarrassment. It just goes to show how far we have demeaned ourselves and our bodies as shameful.

(See also Isaiah 20:2-4)

Incestuous Relations

"And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of man." (Genesis 2:23)

"And Adam knew Eve his wife; and she conceived, and bare Cain, and said, I have gotten a man from the LORD. And she again bare his brother Abel. And Abel was a keeper of sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground." (Genesis 4:1-2)

"And Cain knew his wife; and she conceived, and bare Enoch..." (Genesis 4:17)

Comment

Since Eve came from Adam and due to God's edict to "be fruitful and multiply," this describes the first incestual relationship.

In 4:17 one must infer incest for Cain would have had to have sex with either his own mother, Eve, or an unnamed sister.

For other examples of Biblical incest see Gen. 20:12 where Abraham married his half-sister Sarah; Gen. 19:30-38 where Lot's daughters had intercourse with him; Gen. 38:16 where Tamar had sex with her father-in-law Judah.

People should become aware that many of today's incestuous abuses occur in Christian families and many use Biblical scripture for its justification.

Passing Wind

Wherefore my bowels shall sound like a harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kirharesh. (Isaiah 16:11)

Comment

This passage refers to the flatulent passing of gas in musical fashion from the bowels of a prophet. Could this represent a rare instance of humor in the Bible?

Piss Crimes

"therefore, behold, I will bring evil upon the house of Jerobo'am, and will cut off from Jerobo'am him that pisseth against the wall..." (I Kings 14:10)

Comment

If God brings evil, then what makes Him different from Satan?

Although the unsanitary practice of urinating on walls might have caused serious erosion of the mud walls, bringing evil appears excessive punishment for such a minor offense.

Note, the word 'pisseth' translates from the Hebrew word 'shathan' [shaw-than'] which means to make water, i.e. urinate, or piss.

(See also I Kings 16:8-11, I Kings 21:21, and II Kings 9:8-10.)

Pisseth Against Walls

"And it came to pass, when he began to reign, as soon as he sat on his throne, that he slew all the house of Baasha: he left him not one that pisseth against a wall, neither of his kinsfolks, nor of his friends." ( I Kings 16:11)

Comment

Consider that many Christians tell us to believe all of the Bible, must we also include this vulgar language as the inspiration of God?

(See also I Kings 14:10, 21:21; II Kings 9:8.)

Prophesy in the nude

"At the same time spake the LORD by Isaiah the son of Amoz, saying, Go and loose the sackcloth from off thy loins, and put off thy shoe from thy foot. And he did so, walking naked and barefoot. And the LORD said, Like as my servant Isaiah hath walked naked and barefoot three years for a sign and wonder upon Egypt and upon Ethiopia; So shall the king of Assyria lead away the Egyptians prisoners, and the Ethiopians captives, young and old, naked and barefoot, even with their buttocks uncovered, to the shame of Egypt."(Isaiah 20:2-4)

Comment

Although Saul acted on his own, God gave Isaiah a direct injunction to prophesy in the nude, and that it should continue for three years.

God seems not the least offended by nudity when it comes to prophesying, yet he imbues his followers with shame over nudity associated with sex, especially when it involves pagan sex worship.

(See also Micah 1:8)

The Sacred Penis

"He that is wounded in the stones, or hath his privy member cut off, shall not enter into the congregation of the LORD. A bastard shall not enter into the congregation of the LORD; even to his tenth generation shall he not enter into the congregation of the LORD."(Deuteronomy 23:1-2)

Comment

Consider the religious man who happens to accidentally receive an injury to his testicles (stones) or the loss of his penis (privy member). According to the Bible, and regardless of his righteousness or goodwill toward men, mind you, but just because he lacks a penis, he should never enter a Church or Temple.

Also pity a poor man born of a mother who, for whatever reason, including rape, may have born him out of wedlock. He too should, according to the Bible, never enter the Lord's congregation.

Note: The bastard Jesus broke God's word whenever he stepped into a Temple. Do you suppose God had him crucified for this reason?

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To Preface: I don’t normally like what CBR.com has to say about Arrow, but this article makes some good points to think about.

by Hannah Collins

The CW’s flagship Arrowverse series has soldiered on through six seasons since its debut in 2012. As the show that launched an entire DC TV multiverse, it still holds a special place in loyal fans’ hearts. But as ratings for the current season continue to drop (aside from the “Crisis on Earth-X” crossover special), the sentiment among some longtime fans is that Arrow has run out of steam and should get the axe.

Since joining Arrow, The Flash and Supergirl have consistently beaten the green archer in the ratings battle. Although there has been no confirmation yet from The CW that any Arrowverse series will be renewed, the president of the network has indicated all of them are likely to return. This begs the unavoidable question: How, and when, did things go so wrong for Arrow, and what can the series do to prove that it’s still the show this fanbase needs?

Let’s cut straight to the hard question — do we really care about any of the new additions to Team Arrow? Despite Oliver steadily building up a capable support team around him — Diggle, Felicity, Black Canary, Arsenal and Speedy — the first four seasons of Arrow still felt very much focussed on a gruff, lone avenger archetype. This format shifted dramatically in Season 5 when “The” Arrow officially became “Team” Arrow, with the induction of new recruits Curtis Holt (Mister Terrific) Rene Ramirez (Wild Dog) Evelyn Sharp (Artemis) and Rory Regan (Ragman.) By Season 6, the roster shrank back down to just Mister Terrific and Wild Dog, adding Dinah Drake as the new Black Canary. After a poorly received Season 4 finale, it wasn’t surprising that the writers felt a radically new direction was needed to inject some more life back into the show. Unfortunately, the payoff just hasn’t worked. We’ve had nearly two full seasons to warm up to Team Arrow and, compared to the way that “Team Flash” sparks off one another, the newer series regulars still leave us cold.

For a show that grapples with the morality of corporal punishment, Arrow is very precious with its main characters. Laurel Lance’s death was sufficiently shocking, but that feeling has since been significantly lessened by the regular appearance of her Earth 2 doppleganger. The Season 5 finale also raised the stakes by threatening to literally blow most of the cast away. In the end, the only major fatality was Malcolm Merlyn, who was really just a loose end for the show to tie up by that point anyway. The rest of the team escaped virtually unscathed, save for a concussion that kept Thea out of action for most of the following season.

The concept of death being an ever-revolving door is something inherited from the show’s source material so Arrow perhaps shouldn’t shoulder all the blame. But both of these examples read as the show trying to have its death cake and eat it too, which is especially frustrating when its also proven capable in the past of keeping its dead buried. (i.e. Tommy Merlyn) Without the permanence of death hanging over our main characters as they do in other fantasy action series’ like Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead, the stakes are never high enough.

Speaking of Malcolm Merlyn, another of the most persistent problems plaguing Arrow is that it seems to live or die by the strength of its villains and not its heroes. The most poorly received seasons, four and six, correlate directly with lukewarm villains, and vice versa with the stronger ones. With the rights to use fan-favorite Deathstroke now off the table for the foreseeable future, this might be even more of an uphill battle for the show.

By far the hardest thing for Arrow to try and fix, however, is the competition it faces from Netflix’s mature Marvel shows. The Flash, Supergirl and Legends of Tomorrow largely escape this issue by virtue of leaning more heavily into sci-fi and fantasy than The Defenders-verse does. But, Arrow‘s street-level, grittier tone makes it a direct rival, and it often struggles to measure up. Given the show has to appeal to a younger audience this isn’t completely its fault but it often feels like its falling between two stools — not tough enough for adults and not fun enough for kids.

It doesn’t help, either, that Arrow keeps flirting with the kind of social and political commentary — drug addiction, gun control, political corruption, journalistic ethics, etc. — that Netflix’s Marvel shows are able to dive far deeper into. The worthy exception of Quentin Lance’s battle with alcoholism aside, Arrow frequently under-bakes these hard hitting themes that could strengthen it. For instance, Oliver’s relationship with Channel 52 reporter Susan Williams felt like it was leading to something explosive, not to mention timely, given the ongoing conversation about the role that the media plays in politics. Rather than a bang, however, it concluded with a fizzle. These are opportunities Arrow can’t afford to miss the target on anymore.

Arrow, even at its worst, is not a bad TV show, per se. And, like its former-playboy hero, it still has a shot at redemption. In terms of the villain problem, obviously consistency is key. The Rogues Gallery team-up is an exciting prospect, but with Malcolm Merlyn and Deathstroke gone, Arrow could benefit from replacing them with other minor returning villains in the way that Gorilla Grodd and King Shark are used in The Flash, rather than limiting fan favorite bad guys to one episode or one season runs.

The latest incarnation of Team Arrow seems to be on hiatus at this point in Season 6, so perhaps it’s time to consider, as we edge closer to a possible Season 7, whether that hiatus should be a permanent one. It sounds cruel, but a character “cull” might be a necessary way to stop the series feeling overstuffed with personalities who aren’t pulling their weight. This may, of course, seem like a bit of a cop out, so alternatively, if Team Arrow are here to stay then stronger characterization needs to be prioritized.

This is where Arrow could learn a lot from The CW’s longest running genre show, Supernatural. The sole reason Supernatural has survived so long is because the viewers fell in love with the characters, meaning weaker seasons slip by more easily because, to its longtime fans, tuning in has more to do with catching up with “old friends” than it is about the story those friends are part of.

The key to this for Arrow is to make more room for “downtime” episodes, which again, is something Supernatural has been very successful at. We don’t necessarily need as much “filler” as the latter show is sometimes guilty of, but one or two episodes in the vein of the bachelor party episode from the current season of The Flash, where our super-serious heroes and heroines can cut loose could really help us connect more with them. “Side quests,” like Oliver helping Slade Wilson track down his estranged son, are too heavy in tone to really count towards this. At the moment, aside from the bright spot of Oliver and Felicity’s wedding party, it feels as though Team Arrow works 24/7, both as heroes and civilians, and their relationships — aside from romantic entanglements — still come across as oddly formal. Team Flash, on the other hand, have a strong familial bond and the kind of zippy banter you might hear across the dinner table from your own family.

There’s still life left in Arrow but currently it seems like its fading fast for its fed-up fans. Despite all of its problems, it would be a shame to see The CW’s flagship Arrowverse series completely sink but, at the moment, it seems like anything less than a Lazarus pit-strength rebirth won’t be enough to save it.

#arrow #arrow season 6 #season 6 #tv: arrow #arrow reviews

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continued from here. / @wellfell

There are always regrets to be carried. Look the past in the eye for long enough, the pile of regrets will not only grow, but most surely like a cup filled to the brim, it will overflow. And Lamon, although he seldom admits it, is overflowing with regrets. If it is not the person who now sleeps comatose in a hospital tucked into one corner of the world, then it is Robin who tells him it’s his fault, it’s his fault, everything has always been and will always be his fault– there are so many that at a certain point, he becomes numb to it all.

Perhaps it is heartless on his end. It’s his fault anyways so how he feels about it is irrelevant.

This one, however, it stings like a bee sting, even if it’s not meant to be accusatory. If Akina wanted to accuse him of something, she would have done so already. Refreshing isn’t the only taste asperity can bring in.

He tears his eyes away from the sea, looking at her. “I didn’t realize you felt that way back then.” I wish you told me, he should say. No, I wish I realized sooner. No point in taking on or shoving off the weight of the past, is there? “I didn’t hate them either; going to them was my best chance at finding you.” Seeing her, to be exact, without hackling on Robin’s hair tightening nerves. No one would think twice about him almost exclusively hanging out with Akina or about Akina not getting in on the action for once if everyone else was already hooking up with someone else or drunk out of their minds. In Robin’s case it was both.

Her hair, long, black and always shining whether it’s immaculately placed or tousled, makes a curtain as both the sea and her confession roars between them. Was this what she’s been thinking about the whole time? Is this what Akina thought about this entire time when she looks at him? No this shouldn’t be surprising in the least. If anything, it’s what he’s known this entire time– what his younger self was too cowardly to confirm himself.

But he’s not that person anymore. And the Lamon of now doesn’t try to shy away from the guilt that accompanies the truth either.

“You’re wrong about that– me not liking to spend time with you.” He says, quietly, unsurely too. Maybe the sea should drown out his voice. It sounds like a bunch of excuses coming from him. “I liked being around you back then, more so than anyone else. I still do. But back then, I just…Robin, she–” He stops himself. No, this isn’t about Robin. Or about what she made him do because at the end of the day, he did it. He lets go of Akina’s hand and tucks the thick matte of her hair behind her ear. “I wasn’t able to decide for myself what I wanted and who I wanted to be around. Robin knew that and made the decision for me. You ended up hurt because of that– my indecision. I ended up hurting you.”

He bows his head. The sea breeze blows between them. His stomach sinks, an anchor dropped into the bottomless waters. “I’m sorry, Akina.”

#wellfell #resurgam ( lamon. )#( interactions. )#interactions ( lamon. )#( verse: cull the shame. )#HAHAHAHAHA *cries*#is this a...confession 👀👀👀#also nassy i know ur birthday was this week #so uh...HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!#i hope it was a good one <3

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ofgentleresolve · 11 months

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@wellfell sent in: drenched in sunlight , waves are peacefully brushing over the soft sand . she hates sunlight with the same passion she's been hating momoko since middle school . her beach party was loud , unlike what they thought of her , akina wasn't keen to exist in crowded places like these but at least she looked good . under the shade , sipping her cool berry juice with her pink sunglasses on . pissed , bored , and exceptionally aware of the fact that her old friends hasn't forgotten about the scandals that had her name on it . . . all went smooth until lamon approached her — she was peacefully brooding and glaring at the sea until he sat beneath the cool shadow of the shade beside her . and smiled a little . ❛ did momoko got tired of eyeing me and send you to check on me ? if she keeps calling me miss dracula i will break her jaw . go tell her that . ❜ of course momoko didn't send him , lamon doesn't listen to anyone . she didn't even know with such thick walls of ice between him and his friends , why exactly he appeared . maybe the same reason she did , to see him .

Here’s how life goes: it happens and then expects you to act like it never did. Is that how they think he should act? What, with the way they disappeared into thin air in the aftermath of the accident, only to reappear two years later with some kind of squeal like ‘oh my god, I haven’t seen you in like forever, how have you been my guy?’. Those were the same people who didn’t even bother to visit him in the hospital, let alone send a text. And now they come crawling back like nothing ever happened? Like he’s still the same shadow from two years ago, the naive lamb who would take everything said to him at face value.

Yeah right.

Momoko’s beach party sounded like a drag, from the very beginning. For one thing, the more Co*caine Don*nald’s new roommate talked about, the less it sounded like a meetup so much as a frat party, but copy-and-pasted onto a beach. Why would he go when his roommate already drags him to the beach ( in the middle of the night too- some would say it’s sketchy, but again, who cares, it’s four in the morning, no one should be giving a shit at this time ) anyways? This is just the same, except now he has to put sunblock on if he doesn’t want to burned.

But he’s here anyway, half-tuned out to whatever the hell Momoko and the others are saying. The only reason he knows her is because she was friends with Robin back in the day. ‘Was friends’ because he’s pretty sure she’s not taking the time to go see her up north. He has a red solo cup holding some mysterious blue liquid, which he has no intention on finishing. It’s easy to see how strong the punch is just by the sheer amount of time it took for people to get plastered. Why did he change his mind again?

“Why would she ask me that? She can do her own bidding.” That and if she did ask Lam that, he’d cuss her out instead. At the very least he’d say if she’s so intent on harassing someone she invited, she damn well better have the guts to do it herself. He takes the seat next to the only tolerable person at this party. If the others are busy getting smashed, heating up as hot as the summer sun shining down on them, then Akina is the SEA BREEZE.

( The wind, day or night, has always been his favorite part of the beach. )

“If you’re Count Dracula, then she can be a WEREWOLF- loud and furry.” Which would be fitting for her, he doesn’t add. Knees brush against Akina’s bare ones. In all technicalities, she doesn’t have to be here either, doesn’t have to hang around these people who smile to her face but give back-handed comments behind her back.

So why did she go?

( He could ask himself the same question, really. When a mutual friend mentioned that Akina would also be invited, he looked up from his phone for a long moment- she always does that to him, making him stop what he’s doing and listen. He has her number so he could’ve asked her point blank if she would be going. That would be the easiest way to know and to see her.

But then again, for all the times they could be direct with each other, they…aren’t. And besides, if they can just keep ‘meeting up by circumstance’ then it’s all the more convenient, isn’t it? People will talk either way. )

He motions towards the water and the shoreline that stretches in parallel. “...Wanna ditch? They won’t notice if we’re gone for a while.”

#wellfell #( verse: cull the shame. )#answered ( lamon. )#help me piece it all together darling ( lamon & akina. )#two h8ters on a beach together help i luv them :'D #the real reason lam likes her.....it's bc she's as salty as him #and he thinks it's refreshing JFKLSDJFLKSJ #but also ily nassy <3 <3 <3

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somethingpoetry · 6 years

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Doth Protest Too Much

[Originally posted on Deviantart on March 28, 2018]

Franchesca Ramsey likes to say she is so concerned over wage inequality in the United States, primarily between the white and black demographics, that she will make not-so-subtle passes against white people, while throwing the usual generalities of 'systemic' and 'institutions' to explain why the african-american's are so impoverished. Yet, asian-american people are the most well off overall, earning more than white people in a 'white' country, and committing the least crimes compared to either demographic. If you bring this up to her, now her generalities in regards to other races are gone, and her defense becomes a matter of scope and nuance as to how 'certain' asian people are impoverished in America, while also still generalizing all white people as being well off. To this I say: The lady doth protest too much. ANTIFA is a anti-fascist organization that is purportedly trying to stop and cull the rise of the white supremacist, neo-nazi, ultra conservative wing from regaining control by means of force. So, in order for them to do this, they will ruthlessly define, with their own terms, who is or isn't a nazi, and then proceed to get their message across, by force, to guilt and terrorize others into submission with their ideology, becoming fascist in all but name. To this I say: the group doth protest too much. BLM calls itself a civil rights movement that is trying to fight against police brutality against black people and other injustices that BLM thinks black people go through in regards to the court system, or economic means. However, their means to do so is to chant for the killing of all cops because of the actions of ones, and deifies all the black people who have had engagements with cops regardless of context as to how the situation was escalated. Any white person who holds any doubt to it will be castrated as a cog in the system of oppression against said black people, and BLM ultimately wants segregation between black and white people in order to 'save' black people from their oppressors, contrary to what the civil rights movement achieved To this I say: the group doth protest too much. The catholic religion will tell you that objective morality only exists through their religious teachings, and that any who say they have are only proving their sinful ways. Yet, those who follow their own religion work on the sabbath, eat pork, mix fabrics, and often engage in homosexual activity under the tablecloth when their old testament has verses that denounce those moral virtues, with their only defense being a 'repent' for their sins. To this I say: this theocracy doth protest too much. Feminist Frequency is a youtube channel run by Anita Sarkeesian, who touts the usual political arguments indicative of third wave feminism, such as with her notorious 'Tropes V. Women in videogames' series, where she attempts to criticize the nature that women are depicted in said videogames. Whether sexually, or otherwise, most if not all women are not ideal to what Anita wants, yet she will also use the very tactics that she is against when it suits her, such as with the 'Damsel in Distress' trope in regards to her claims of sexual harassment. To this I say: the lady doth protest too much. The Alt-Right is a alternative conservative front that has it's motives set against the regressive left, while also not being a mainstream right-wing party. They personally feel as though their 'white identity' is under attack, and feel the need to retaliate in the polar opposite that black supremacists would in regards to theirs, not realizing they are playing into the hand of the regressive's who use their race as a brand to shame them. To this I say: The group doth protest too much. Their sincerity is lost with me, touting on their pedestal the virtues they claim to hold, while also contradicting themselves in the process when it suits them. They doth protest too much, reminding you constantly, to reassure you, that they truly believe in what they say and they really thought this through. But anytime you address a foil in their plot, it's a matter of how well they can divert from it, obfuscate their intellectual dishonesty to keep their shattering worldview afloat, while continuing to let their pedestal stand on a thin wire. They all doth protest too much.

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uzochukwugiftmadu · 3 years

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JOURNEY TO CALVARY

Verse of the Day:

"Pilate saw that he could do nothing about this, and a riot was starting. So he took some water and washed his hands in front of the crowd. Then he said, “I am not guilty of this man’s death. You are the ones who are causing it!” All the people answered, “We will be responsible. We accept for ourselves and for our children any punishment for his death.” – Matthew 27:24-25 ICB

Thoughts on Today's Verse:

Judas’s facade of faithfulness to Christ makes his treachery particularly heinous. The insidiousness of a close friend who pretended loyalty and love for Christ while betraying Him is far worse than if Christ had been handed over by someone known to be an enemy. Judas’s action is shown to be even more shameful by the fact that he brought a large mob armed with swords and clubs. They were prepared for violence. They were set to do bodily harm to Christ and the disciples, if necessary. And this was not an impromptu mob of citizens, but a hand-selected band of thugs carefully organized by the chief priests and elders. Luke says the mob included members of the temple guard (“captains of the temple”—Luke 22:52). These were security officers who acted as policemen in the temple grounds and also had limited powers (sanctioned even by Rome) to arrest people for violations of the Jewish law (cf. John 7:32).

On at least one prior occasion, the chief priests had ordered the captains of the temple to arrest Jesus, but when they heard Him teach, they were so confounded by the way He spoke with authority that they came back stunned and empty-handed (John 7:45-46). The arrest of Jesus had been orchestrated by the Sanhedrin, they must have been the ones who requested the soldiers to participate in taking Jesus. Obviously they planned to try Him on capital charges, and since only Rome had authority to carry out the death penalty, it was necessary to have a contingent of soldiers involved at the time of the arrest. In order to gain the army’s support in capturing Jesus, the chief priests had probably told the Roman authorities that Jesus was an anti-Roman insurrectionist in preference to the notorious bandit, Barabbas, whom the crowd delivered from being crucified, but dealt more cruelly to the Son of Man. No wonder they were already damned, for they said; “His blood be on us and on our children.” (Matthew 27:25). [Culled from; 'The Murder of Jesus' by John MacArthur (Chapter 5: The Kiss of the Traitor, Pp. 69-81)]

Bible Text: Acts 2:23; 1 Corinthians 15:3-4; Matthew 27:46(ICB)

My Prayer:

My dear Jesus, "You had one purpose to accomplish while You were on earth, and it wasn't futile. Thank You Lord for dying for me; I'm supposed to be damned, but for my sins, sickness, sorrow, pain, wrath You suffered and paid the debt that I couldn't pay. I worship You."

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libidomechanica · 5 years

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whynottshirt · 3 years

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