#( yes he has a cat and its a black cat and its name is lotus (lianhua) (hes not creative)

[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 7

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 7 - This Venerable One Likes Wontons

The scorching sun was blazing.

The veranda of Life-Death Peak stretched for mile.

As a rising star among immortal cultivators, it was quite different from the other famous clans of the immortal world.

Take the most prosperous Rufeng Sect of Linyi. The main hall of the sect was called the "Six Virtues Hall", which intended to encourage disciples to be "wise, faithful, holy, righteous, benevolent, and loyal" in accordance with the six virtues. The area where the disciples live was called the "Six Behaviours Gate", which warns the disciples to practice "filial piety, friendship, harmony, marriage, responsibility, and compassion." The place where classes were taught was called "Six Arts Platform", which meant that disciples needed to be proficient in the six skills of "ritual, music, archery, riding, calligraphy, and mathematics".

All in all, its elegance was endless.

On the other hand, Life-Death Peak came from a poor background. Its names were hard to explain. "Danxin Hall" and "Platform of Righteousness and Evil" were alright. Perhaps it was because Mo Ran's father and his uncle weren't scholars and couldn't determine any better names. After a while, the names started to get more nonsensical, naming things "Xue Ya" -sounding names left and right.

Therefore, there are many plagiarised names from the underworld on Life-Death Peak. For example, the room where disciples practiced self-reflection was called Yanluo Hall.

The jade bridge connecting the resting area and the teaching area was called Naihe Bridge. The dining hall was called Mengpo Hall, the martial arts field was called Mountain of Daggers and Sea of Flames. The forbidden area of ​​the back of the mountain is called the Ghost Room, and so on.

These weren't too bad, but there were other places simply called "This is a mountain", "This is water", "This is a pit", as well as the famous "Ahhhhh" and "Wahhhhhh" cliffs.

The elders’ dormitories naturally did not escape, and each has their own nickname.

Chu Wanning was naturally no exception. He liked peace and didn't want to live near others. His residence was built on the South Peak of Life-Death Peak, hidden in a sea of ​​bamboo. There was a pool in front of the main hall, and the pool was red from lotus petals blocking the sunlight from reflecting off it. Because of its abundance of spiritual power, the lotus flowers were in full bloom all year round in the pool, like red clouds.

The disciples secretly called this beautiful place--

Red Lotus Hell.

When Mo Ran thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

Chu Wanning wore a terrifying face every single day, and the disciples who saw him thought he was the devil himself. Therefore, shouldn't the place where the devil stays be called hell?

Xue Meng interrupted his daydream: "You laugh even though you were scolded! Hurry up and eat breakfast. After eating, follow me to the Platform of Righteousness and Evil. Shizun will punish you in public today!"

Mo Ran sighed, and touched the whip mark on his face: "Hss. . . ow."

"You deserved it!"

"Hah, I wonder if Tianwen has been repaired. I hope he doesn't try it out on me again before it's fixed. Who knows what nonsense I might say."

In the face of Mo Ran's sincere concerns, Xue Meng's face flushed, and he angrily said: "If you dare to speak out indecently in public against Shizun, I'll rip your tongue out!"

Mo Ran covered his face and waved his hand faintly: "No need, no need, if Shizun ties me with willow vine again, I will end myself on the spot to prove my innocence."

When the hour came, Mo Ran was brought to the Platform of Righteousness and Evil according to customs. He looked around, and there was a deep blue sea of ​​people below. The disciples of Life-Death Peak all wore the sect uniform; blue so dark it was almost black armour, the lion's head belt, wrist guards and the silver threads gleaming on the hems of robes.

The rising sun, below the Platform of Righteousness and Evil, the sea of armour shone.

Mo Ran kneeled on the raised platform, listening to a chief elder list off a long list of the crimes he'd committed.

"Mo Weiyu, disciple of Elder Yuheng, arrogantly disregarded teachings, disobeyed the rules of the sect, and abandoned morality. You have violated the fourth, ninth, and fifteenth mandates of this sect. As punishment, you will receive 80 strikes, copy the sect rules a hundred times and reflect in solitude for a full month. Mo Weiyu, is there anything you have to say in your defense?"

Mo Ran glanced at the white figure in the distance.

That elder was the only member of Life-Death Peak who wasn't required to wear the standard blue and silver rim robe.

Chu Wanning's robe was made of snow-white satin, an outer robe made of cloud-patterned silver silk, like he was dressed in a heavenly frost, but the person wearing it seemed far more frigid than either snow or frost. He sat quietly, far enough away that Mo Ran couldn't see the expression on his face, but he knew that this person was probably completely unphased.

Mo Ran let out a deep sigh: "I have nothing to argue."

According to customary practice, the chief elder asked the disciples below: "If anyone is dissatisfied with the verdict, or has something else to say, this is the time to make such a statement."

All the disciples began to hesitate and averted their gaze.

None of them expected that the Yuheng Elder Chu Wanning would actually send his disciple to be punished publicly on the Platform of Righteousness and Evil.

To put it nicely, this person was impartial, but to word it differently, was also called a cold-blooded demon.

The cold-blooded demon Chu Wanning faintly propped his chin and sat in the position. Suddenly someone shouted with amplifying technique: "Elder Yuheng, this disciple is willing to plead for leniency on behalf of Young Master Mo."

". . . Plead?"

This disciple obviously felt that since Mo Ran was the nephew of Life-Death Peak's lord, even if he had screwed up this time, his future prospects would still be bright, so he decided to take the opportunity to win Mo Ran's favour. He began to talk nonsense: "Although Junior Brother Mo is at fault, he loves his fellow students and helps the weak. Please treat consider being lenient for the sake of his kind nature!"

Obviously, he was not the only one hoping to please Junior Brother Mo.

Gradually, more and more people spoke up for Mo Ran. They threw out all sorts of arguments, it made even Mo Ran embarrassed to hear; when had he ever had "an innocent heart, pure and open-minded"? This was a disciplinary meeting, not a commendation meeting, right?

"Elder Yuheng, Junior Brother Mo once helped me exterminate demons and killed deadly beasts. I would like to beg on Junior Brother Mo's behalf. His merits will offset his demerits, and I hope that Elder will lighten his punishment!"

"Elder Yuheng, Junior Brother Mo once helped me dispel my demons when I experience qi deviation. I believe Junior Brother Mo made a mistake this time and was only momentarily confused. I also ask Elder to please be lenient on Junior Brother!"

"Elder Yuheng, Junior Brother Mo once gave me an elixir to save my mother. He is a benevolent person. Please, Elder, punish him lightly!"

The last person’s remarks were based on the previous disciples', and he was at a loss for words. Seeing Chu Wanning's frozen eyes sweep over, the anxious disciple didn't hesitate to say: “Elder Yuheng, Junior Brother Mo once helped me dual cultivate--”

"Pff." Someone couldn't help laughing.

The disciple immediately blushed and retreated.

"Yuheng, calm your anger, calm your anger..." Seeing that the chief elder was not happy, he went to his side and hurriedly persuaded him.

Chu Wanning said coldly: "I have never seen such a shameless person. What is his name? Whose disciple?"

The chief elder hesitated a little, then bit the bullet and said softly, "My disciple, Yao Lian."

Chu Wanning raised his eyebrows: "Your disciple? Save face*?"

(Pronounced the same as Yao Lian's name)

The chief elder couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and his old face tried to change the subject with a red face: "He's talented at singing, and he can be useful when he receives the offerings."

Chu Wanning scoffed and turned away, not wanting to waste time talking nonsense with this shameless chief elder.

There were thousands of people on Life-Death Peak. A couple flatterers were nothing surprising.

Seeing the conviction in the faces of his sect brothers, Mo Ran himself almost trusted their words. Very impressive indeed. It turns out he wasn't the only person in this sect that knew how to concoct wild stories in broad daylight. There were many talented people here.

Chu Wanning, who had heard "Elder Yuheng, please be merciful" countless times, finally spoke to the disciples.

"Pleading for Mo Weiyu?" He paused and said, "Yes, all of you may come up."

Those people didn't know what would happen and went up tremblingly.

A golden light flashed in Chu Wanning's palm. Tianwen appeared as commanded, and wrapped around the dozens of people together with a whistle, and tied them firmly in place.

Not again!!

Mo Ran was beginning to get desperate. Just the sight of Tianwen made his legs weak. He really didn’t know where Chu Wanning got such a perverted weapon. It was a good thing he had never taken a wife in his previous life. The poor girl who would marry him, if she didn't get whipped to death, she would be questioned to death.

Chu Wanning's eyes were quite mocking. He asked one of them: "Mo Ran helped you ward off evil spirits?"

How could the disciple resist the torture of TIanwen? He immediately howled: "No! No!"

He asked another one: "Mo Ran helped you overcome your qi deviation?"

"Ah! Never! Never!"

"Mo Ran gave you an elixir?"

"Ah—! Help! No, no! I made it up! I made it up!"

Chu Wanning loosened the hold, but then raised his hand and waved the weapon fiercely, it crackling and blazing, Tianwen suddenly lashed out and hit the backs of the lying disciples.

There were screams instantly, blood splashing.

Chu Wanning's eyebrows furrowed, and he scolded: "What are you calling? Kneel down! Disciple attendant!"

"Here."

"Deliver the punishment!"

"Understood!"

As a result, instead of reaping the benefits of defending Mo Ran, each of them was beaten with ten strikes each for violating the mandate of deception, plus a bonus willow vine lash gifted by Elder Yuheng.

After nightfall, Mo Ran lay on his bed. Although he had been given medicine, his back was covered with staggered scars. He couldn't even turn himself over without almost crying from the pain. He sniffled.

He had been born, so whimpering like this made him look like a fluffy, abandoned kitten. But it was a pity that his thoughts didn't match that cute kitten image.

He gripped the bedding and bit into the sheets, imagining that this was that bastard Chu Wanning. He bit! Kicked! Stomped! Tore!

The only comfort is that Shi Mei came to visit him with a bowl of wontons. He stared at him with those gentle and pitiful eyes, and Mo Ran's tears fell even more fiercely.

He didn't care whether men were supposed to hold in their tears or not, he loved to act spoiled in front of the person he liked.

"Does it still hurt a lot? Can you sit up?" Shi Mei sat on the edge of his bed and sighed. "Shizun, he. . . he was too cruel. Look at your back. . . there are several wounds. Some are still bleeding."

Mo Ran's heart softened, a warmth gradually rose in his chest. His teary eyes lifted from the bedding and he blinked.

"Since Shi Mei cares about me so much, I, I'm not in too much pain anymore."

"Oh, how can it not hurt if you look like this? You know what Shizun's temperament is like, will you dare do something like this in the future?"

In the candlelight, Shi Mei looked at him a little helplessly and a little distressedly. The amorous eyes were gleaming, like warm spring water.

Mo Ran's heart moved slightly, and he cleverly said: "Never again. I swear.

"Does anyone believe your promises anymore?" Even though he said that, Shi Mei also smiled, "The wontons are getting cold, can you sit up? If you can't get up, just lie on your stomach and I will feed you."

Mo Ran had already climbed up halfway, but immediately collapsed back down when he heard this.

Shi Mei: ". . ."

Whether it was this life or his previous one, Mo Ran's favourite food was Shi Mei's handmade wontons. The dough was as thin as a cloud of smoke, and the filling was tender and moist, melting in his mouth after every bite.

Especially the soup, the milky consistency, sprinkled with green onions, tender yellow egg wisps, and topped with a spoonful of spicy chilli peppers fried with garlic. It made whoever ate it feel so warm that they would never be cold again.

Shi Mei carefully spoonfed him. While feeding him, he said: "I didn't put any chilli oil today. You're badly hurt. Spice isn't good for recovery. Just drink the broth instead."

Mo Ran stared at him and he couldn't look away. He smiled: "Spicy or not, as long as you made it, it's delicious."

"Smooth talker." Shi Mei also smiled, picking up a poached egg lying in the soup, "Here's your reward, I know you like them."

Mo Ran laughed, a small tuft of hair curling on his forehead, like a flower blooming: "Shi Mei."

"What's happening?"

"Nothing, I just felt like saying your name."

". . ."

The hair tuft swayed back and forth.

"Shi Mei."

Shi Mei held back a smile: "Just felt like it again?"

"Hmm, just saying your name makes me happy."

Shi Mei sat silently for a moment then gently touched his forehead: "Silly boy, do you have a fever?"

Mo Ran let out a laugh. He rolled over, looking at him sideways, his eyes bright, as if full of fine stars.

"It would be a dream if I could eat Shi Mei's wontons every day"

He truly meant it.

After Shi Mei died, Mo Ran had always wanted to try the wontons he made again, but it is what it is, and he wasn't coming back.

At that time, Chu Wanning hadn't completely broken off all relations with him. Whether it was out of guilt or something else, he didn't know, but when he saw Mo Ran knelt in front of Shi Mei's coffin in a daze, Chu Wanning went quietly to the kitchen, kneaded dough and minced the fillings, carefully folded a couple wontons. But Mo Ran saw what he was doing before he had finished. With the loss of the love of his life, Mo Ran just couldn't bear it. He felt like Chu Wanning was doing it to mock him, a botched attempt at imitating them, a deliberate insult to injury.

Shi Mei was dead. Chu Wanning could have saved him, but he refused to help. Afterwards, he wanted to replace Shi Mei and make wontons for Mo Ran instead? Did he think that this would make him happy?

He rushed into the kitchen and knocked over all the utensils. The round wontons fell out of his hands and all over the floor.

He screamed at Chu Wanning: "Who the hell do you think you are? You think you're worthy of replacing him? Of making the food he used to? Shi Mei is dead, are you satisfied? Or do you have to torture your disciples until they go mad or die before you're happy? Chu Wanning! No one in this world can make those wontons anymore. You can try but you'll never be him!"

Now he was eating this bowl with such deep joy. He slowly ate them, savouring them. Although he was still smiling, his eyes were a little moist. Fortunately, the candlelight was dim, and Shi Mei couldn't see his subtle expression clearly.

Mo Ran said: "Shi Mei."

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

Shi Mei froze for a moment, and then smiled gently: "Isn't it just a bowl of wontons? No need to be so formal about it. If you like them, I will always make them for you in the future."

Mo Ran wanted to say, the thanks wasn't just for the wontons.

Thank you also, whether in the last life or in this life, for being the only one to look out for me, not caring about my origins, didn't care about the fourteen years I spent scavenging around.

Thank you, because if it weren't for the sudden thought of you, after being reborn, I'm afraid I would not be able to stop myself from killing Rong Jiu. I would've made a big mistake, and walked the same path I had before.

Fortunately, in this life, I was reborn before you die. I will definitely take good care of you. If you are sick, and that cold-blooded demon Chu Wanning is unwilling to save you, I will.

But how could he have said these words aloud?

In the end, Mo Ran just drank the soup, leaving not even a single green onion behind. He licked his lips unconsciously, his dimples prominent, and he was as cute as a very fluffy little cat.

"Will there be more tomorrow?"

Shi Mei couldn't help but shake his head: "You don't want something else? Won't you get sick of them?"

"I'll never get tired of your wontons, as long as you don't get tired of making them."

Shi Mei shook his head and smiled: "I don't know if there's enough flour left. If there's not enough, I'm afraid I can't make it. If I can't, do you think the eggs in sweet soup are alright instead? They are also one of your favourites."

"Okay, okay. As long as you make it, anything is okay."

Mo Ran's heart surged. He was so happy he could roll around in the blankets.

Look at caring Shi Mei is, Chu Wanning, you go screw yourself! I get to lie in bed with a beauty taking care of me, hehe!

Thinking of Shizun, a rush of anger mixed with the tenderness he had been feeling.

Mo Ran started to dig the bottom of the headboard with resentment again. He cursed, what Yuheng of the Night Sky, what the Beidou Immortal, it's all fucking bullshit!

Chu Wanning, just wait and see!!

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The second half of the Bottom Louis Fic Fest is complete! We posted 21 fics since the first masterpost and we know it was a lot to keep up with, so we wanted to compile them all so you can make sure you’ve read every single one of these fics. Please give all of these fics a chance and be sure to give the authors kudos, reblogs, retweets, and comments so they know how appreciated they are. We hope you’ve enjoyed the fest as much as we have!

You can also find the first half of the BLFF fics here, so check out those out as well!

you contain in your eyes the sunset and the dawn

A fic by tomlinvelvet on AO3 | @tomlinvelvet-ao3 on Tumblr

38k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis moaned prettily as he grabbed one of the hybrid's thighs and inched it up, his hand big enough to cover almost the entire of it. When he looked into Louis' eyes, they were practically just black, a pool of lust and tension rendering the baby blue of his eyes intense and rich. And they kept kissing until their lips tickled, until they were sure they would bruise and turn a deep burgundy colour.

"How was I supposed to know?" Harry mumbled in the crook of Louis' neck, letting his tongue and teeth play with the skin there.

"Couldn't you just talk to me?" was Louis' answer, and Harry thought.

He thought of how much time they had wasted because of him. --

Harry Styles was to spend six months at AT&T Inc. of all telecommunications companies in the world, also known as the largest one in its field. This was the biggest deal of his life; it will both improve his expertise in the domain and maybe secure the job of his dreams. There was only one problem standing in the way, and it came in the form of a stunning, irresistible and intimidating cat hybrid of the name Louis Tomlinson. In other words, his boss.

there's more than one place to call home

A fic by rina_a on AO3 | @lougendarey on Tumblr | @lougendarey on Twitter

8k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry never asked for much from his neighbors - he didn't care about barking animals during the day or loud talking during the night.

The only thing he needed was silence when he was writing. And that was the only thing his new neighbor wouldn't give him.

Deciding to confront the loud guy who lived next door, Harry found himself ringing his doorbell one night. And that decision just may be the best thing that's ever happened to Harry.

(you're gonna see me in a) new light

A fic by thepolourryexpress on AO3 | @thepolourryexpress on Tumblr | @ZOUlSBUSONE on Twitter

13k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

a fake relationship au where everyone knows it's real but louis

Strangers in Love

A fic by sweetums on AO3 | @darlou on Tumblr

42k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

-

Prompt 51: An amnesia fic where louis and harry were enemies to lovers but after an accident, louis only remembers those memories that him and harry hated each other. now harry has to fix it. I think something like this less dark and less angsty compared to other amnesia fics and it could be funny

My Kingdom for Your Graces

A fic by nsfwtomlinson on AO3 | @nsfwtomlinson on Tumblr

5k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

-

Prompt 51: An amnesia fic where louis and harry were enemies to lovers but after an accident, louis only remembers those memories that him and harry hated each other. now harry has to fix it. I think something like this less dark and less angsty compared to other amnesia fics and it could be funny

Cooking with Styles

A fic by adoringsmiles on AO3 | @adoringsmiles on Twitter

9k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Anyone can cook— or so they say.

UN(RE)SOLVED.

A fic by feermartsant on AO3 | @boldbabe on Tumblr | @babeharrie_ on Twitter

28k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

The ghoul boys are back, but this time around there are some unresolved feelings involved. Harry is a skeptic, Louis is not. Watch them go on their ongoing investigation into the question: are ghosts real?

Or, BuzzFeed Unsolved AU.

Weightless

A fic by smittenwithlouis on AO3 | @smittenwithlouis on Tumblr | @smittenwlouis on Twitter

25k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

He hopes that Harry still thinks of him. God knows Louis thinks of him every day.

Or: Harry is the best dragon racer the world has ever seen and Louis is an almost-vet who feels like he is carrying the weight of the world.

Canyon Moon

A fic by delsicle on AO3 | @eeveelou​ on Tumblr | @itsdelsicle on Twitter

40k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

keep it sweet in your memory

A fic by Safetypinprince on AO3 | @roselouis on Tumblr | @brtlyb on Twitter

17k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

'How'd it go?' Harry pushes them into Niall's room and shuts the door behind him, so Georgia doesn't overhear.

'It was good. We just caught up, mostly... I may have done something a little stupid, though.'

And Niall's eyebrows are in his hairline at that.

'I mean. Okay, so I invited Louis out on Saturday.'

'Saturday? Your--'

'Yes, my bachelor party...' and then Harry has to explain himself, 'I just felt guilty. I think. He was like. Telling me he wanted to hook up.'

'He WHAT!?'

'No. I mean, not with me. Like. He wants to go out and meet people.'

'He'll hate that. He's too much of a romantic.'

'Yeah, well. Whatever his name was messed him up a little, it would seem.'

We Can Go On Forever (When Everything’s Gone Forever)

A fic by jurassiclouis on AO3 | ​@jurassiclouis on Tumblr

39k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry spent most of his adult life focused on either his studies or his books - 5 of which he has already had published before he was 30. Immediately after completing his dissertation, he was offered a lectureship at Cambridge University where he’s been for 2 years now.

This wasn’t the first time in his life that he had felt the incessant itch to know more about a subject by any means. However, this was the first time the subject had been an Omega.

Prompt: Fluff (a/b/o) AU / University History Professor and Kindergarten teacher.

the way the storms blow

A fic by rbbsbb on AO3 | ​@rbbsbb on Tumblr | @deeperthanink on Twitter

21k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

“If I Cut Out a Heart...”

A fic by Typosmyown on AO3 | @palosquared​​ on Tumblr

65k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry Styles is reluctant to assume a role as the owner of a gay strip club. The disappearance of his step-father puts Harry in this position. Along Harry’s path of discovering what happened to his step-father, between the abundant twerking, jigging arse of the club’s star stripper, a mystery deepens. Harry learns of several murders that all tie to his star stripper, Louis, The Tommo Tease.

I Couldn’t Get Away From You

A fic by Once_upon_a_larrie (once_upon_a_larrie) on AO3 | @once-upon-a-larrie28 on Tumblr

5k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry Styles is reluctant to assume a role as the owner of a gay strip club. The disappearance of his step-father puts Harry in this position. Along Harry’s path of discovering what happened to his step-father, between the abundant twerking, jigging arse of the club’s star stripper, a mystery deepens. Harry learns of several murders that all tie to his star stripper, Louis, The Tommo Tease.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

A fic by MuggleMirror on AO3 | @mugglemirror on Tumblr | @archerlouist on Twitter

16k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

They say one can resist everything but temptation. The desire that leads to the passionate pursuit of climax that has built and broken empires. So what was stopping Harry from giving in to the temptation of Louis Tomlinson?

Or

A regency murder mystery au where Louis is married to an earl and Harry is a detective. Hatchets are buried but not everyone is as they seem.

blue lotus

A fic by thedeathchamber on AO3 | @louehvolution​ on Tumblr

29k | Explicit | Louis/OMC | Tumblr post | Twitter post

After the Second Rebellion and the dismantling of President Cowell’s regime, Louis struggles to make sense of life.

A post-Hunger Games AU

letters from boston

A fic by tilthesundies on AO3 | @tllthesundies​ on Tumblr | @tiIthesundies on Twitter

3k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis’s standing in the kitchen when he opens the first letter.

Hey,

I used to live in your house. I’m drunk in Boston, and it’s the only address I know.

Happy holidays.

don’t know if i could ever go without

A fic by ifthat on AO3 | @lovehl on Tumblr | @alltheghost on Twitter

14k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“We’ve come up with a solid solution. You’re not going to like it.”

“What is it?” Louis narrows his eyes suspiciously, glancing at a visibly enthusiastic Liam.

“What if you pretended to be an Alpha?” Zayn suggests.

Glow, Chrysó Mou

A fic by bluestarwitch on AO3 | @IwtstarIight on Twitter

21k | Not Rated | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

The sun is the one who braves darkness the most.

The sun isn’t the one who never gets tired.

I’ll Light the Fire

A fic by pinkvinyl on AO3 | @pinkvinyl on Tumblr | @PlNKVINYL on Twitter

7k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Alright, baby, we can do that next time, okay?” Harry says, trying to hide the smile in his voice and moving between Louis’ spread thighs. Harry wishes he had his camera handy so he could snap a photo of the vision in front of him; the way Louis’ caramel skin is contrasting with the white sheets, his eyelashes fanning over his cheeks, and the sun rays bouncing off his back. Fucking gorgeous. Harry runs his hands up the length of Louis’ legs, digging his thumbs into the soft skin on the innermost part of his thighs. He makes a mental note to move his polaroid within arms reach of their bed.

“I might change my mind, that sounds like a lot of wor-, oh god,” Louis gets cut off as Harry licks a broad stripe up his taint to his hole, practically purring into the pillow.

The Space Between

A fic by emma1234 on AO3 | @lads-laddylads on Tumblr | @lads_laddylads on Twitter

40k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

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001. MEET LORENA

FULL NAME: lorena ayana torres. PREFERRED NAME: lorena. NICKNAME/S: lora and loren. DATE OF BIRTH: september 29th, 1998. GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis female & she/her. ORIENTATION: hetero. RELIGION: non-practicing christian. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: in a relationship with romeo mathers. OCCUPATION: full time university student and intern at a law firm. RESIDENCE: gramercy park, new york city.

002. CHECK LORENA’S BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: ibiza, spain. NATIONALITY: spanish. ETHNIC BACKGROUND: spanish. LINGUISTICS: spanish which is her native language and english, french, portuguese, italian and latin in a fluent level. EDUCATION: she attended the university of oxford where she got a BA in history and, currently, she’s attending columbia’s university law school. CRIMINAL RECORD: clean. BIRTH ORDER: second. FATHER: iker arturo torres, born on april 26th, 1970 in valencia, spain where he still resides and works as an architect in his own architecture firm. MOTHER: clara maria torres, née gonzález, born on june 29th, 1970 in barcelona, spain, currently residing in valencia, spain and working as a marketing manager in her own management firm. SISTER/S: none. BROTHER/S: xabier alfonso torres, born on october 31st, 1993 in valencia, spain, currently residing in sagaponack, suffolk county and working as a neurologist. andres rodrigo torres, born on november 22nd, 2000 in valencia, spain where he still resides and studies. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: romeo mathers. CHILDREN: none so far. OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: alexa marie torres, née bennett, xabier’s wife thus sister-in-law. diego rafael torres, xabier and alexa’s son, nephew. EX/ES: jordi martínez and lewis stewart. PETS: none so far.

003. GET UP CLOSE & PERSONAL

HEIGHT: 5′6″ or 168 cm. WEIGHT: between 123 lbs or 55 kg and 129 lbs or 58.5 kg. BODY BUILD: two or three years ago, lorena was a rather slim girl with no accentuated curves and, pretty much, your classical supermodel shape. she has, since, put on some weight, not because she wished to do so but because her body seems to have gone through some changes. she’s still slim, she doesn’t have a particularly big bust - 32B - and she still has her toned tummy but her waist is now more accentuated and her thighs and bum have definitely grown considerably ever since.  EYE COLOR: brown, sometimes appearing to be deep brown, others appearing to be hazel, almost a green shade. EYESIGHT: she has myopia so she wears contacts on a daily basis. when she’s trying to rest her eyes and give it some away time from the contacts, she wears her glasses. HAIR COLOR & STYLE: she has dark brown, nearly black hair and she has never really bothered changing colors or messing with dyes of sorts because she’s scared to damage her hair. she doesn’t get wild with the styles either - generally, she wears her hair down and allows its natural wavy texture to shine through. if she’s meeting with clients, she’ll either straighten it or throw it in a sleek bun or updo. at home, when she’s just chilling, she sometimes throws it in a ponytail or wears it half up, half down. DOMINANT HAND: right. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: her eyes, particularly their shape and specific shade of brown that sometimes can trick you into thinking they’re green. her pouty lips that she hated when she was a child but has since grown to love. her dark hair and her skin tone, how tan she naturally is which always ends up being brought up to attention.  SCARS AND MARKS: besides the occasional scar and mark that we all get, there’s nothing in particular. TATTOOS: she has a wunjo tattoo behind her right ear, a greek symbol, the rune, meant to symbolize joy and happiness. she has a micro, minimalistic lotus flower with watercolor — reference — tattooed on the inside of her left wrist, meant to represent that regardless of the toxicity and negativity that might surround her at times, she will always stay graceful and be as kind as she can be. along the outer side of her right foot, she has gotten the quote a menos que los dejes, something her older brother, xabier, used to tell her whenever she went to him, crying about the people putting her down and trying to demean her ; essentially, it’s a reminder that no one can bring her down unless she lets them. along the side, extending from her right hipbone to her bum, she has the quote those who fan your flames in cursive and white ink. lastly, on the back of her neck, she has the word headstrong in bold, uppercase font. PIERCINGS: she has her regular lobes pierced. VOICECLAIM: cindy kimberly. ACCENT & INTENSITY: between the years in england and the time in new york, lorena has almost completely lost her accent. when she’s speaking spanish, you can tell she’s a native, but when she switches to english, that fades away and you can’t decipher whether english is or isn’t her primary language. ALLERGIES: none that she’s aware of. PHOBIAS & FEARS: though she would never admit it and would say she has no fears, solitude. MENTAL & PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: none so far. ALCOHOL USE: sometimes. SMOKING: no, she doesn’t smoke. NARCOTICS USE: she used to do weed when she needed to unwind but she hasn’t done it for a while. INDULGENT FOOD: sometimes, when she’s stressed out mainly. SPLURGE SPENDING: it doesn’t happen, she’s very careful with her money. GAMBLING: no, never.

004. DIG DEEPER

CAN THEY DRIVE? yes, she can drive. CAN THEY COOK & BAKE? yes and yes. CAN THEY CHANGE A FLAT TIRE? yes. CAN THEY TIE A TIE? yes. CAN THEY SWIM? yes. CAN THEY RIDE A BICYCLE? yes. CAN THEY JUMP START A CAR? no. CAN THEY BRAID HAIR? yes. CAN THEY PICK A LOCK? yes. EXTROVERTED OR INTROVERTED? extroverted. DISORGANIZED OR ORGANIZED? organized. CLOSE OR OPEN MINDED? open minded. CALM OR ANXIOUS? calm. PATIENT OR IMPATIENT? depends on the situation. OUTSPOKEN OR RESERVED? outspoken. LEADER OR FOLLOWER? leader. OPTIMISTIC OR PESSIMISTIC? optimistic. TRADITIONAL OR MODERN? modern. HARD-WORKING OR LAZY? hard-working. CULTURED OR UNCULTURED? cultured. LOYAL OR DISLOYAL? loyal. FAITHFUL OR UNFAITHFUL? faithful. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD? night owl. HEAVY OR LIGHT SLEEPER? light sleeper. COFFEE OR TEA? coffee. DAY OR NIGHT? night. TAKING BATHS OR SHOWERS? baths. COCA COLA OR PEPSI? coca cola. CATS OR DOGS? dogs. NETFLIX OR CINEMA? netflix. SHOWS OR MOVIES? movies. LAPTOP OR GAMING CONSOLE? laptop. HEALTHY OR JUNK FOOD? healthy food. ICE CREAM OR FROZEN YOGURT? ice cream. PIZZA OR HAMBURGER? hamburger. LOLLIPOPS OR GUMMY WORMS? lollipops. BEACH OR POOL? both. SNOWBALLS FIGHTING OR ICESKATING? iceskating. LITERATURE OR SCIENCE? literature. HISTORY OR ART? history. CHOCOLATE BARS OR COTTON CANDY? cotton candy. XBOX OR PLAYSTATION? playstation. FACE-TO-FACE OR PHONE INTERACTIONS? face-to-face interactions. DRAMA OR SCI-FI? drama. HORROR OR COMEDY? horror.

005. LORENA’S FAVORITES

FAVORITE ACTIVITY: reading. FAVORITE ANIMAL: butterfly. FAVORITE BOOK: rising strong by brené brown as nonfiction and, perhaps, a little life by hanya yanigihara as fiction. FAVORITE COLOR/S: deep red. FAVORITE CUISINE: spanish. FAVORITE DISH/ES: fideuà, gazpacho, spanish tortilla and churros. FAVORITE DRINK/S: sangria, rosé wine, limeade and orxata. FAVORITE FLOWER/S: red roses, red carnation and white daisies. FAVORITE GEM: moonstone. FAVORITE MOVIE: pulp fiction by quentin tarantino. FAVORITE SONG: truth is ( the spanish version ) by sabrina claudio. FAVORITE SCENT/S: the scent of nail polish, lime and strawberries. FAVORITE SHOW/S: vis a vis, how to get away with murder, suits, scandal and élite. FAVORITE SPORT/S & TEAM THEY SUPPORT: soccer, she supports valencia cf and tottenham hotspur fc. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR: summer. VACATION DESTINATION: tokyo, japan or kauai, hawaii.

#── ✰. ┊ lorena : — HEADCANON. ❜

[kurtty-drabbles]

Coraline au (Egypt)

N/A: Anubis is not getting paid enough to deal with this.

@djinmer4 @sailorstar9 @dannybagpipesarecalling @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336 @bamfoftheundead

To say that Fortress City is odd would be the understatement of the Milenio. This city has all the normal things you would expect in any city, malls, jails, noisy neighbours and schools, yet, Kitty can recall how most of the neighbours leave for a few days to visit the lake.

Nothing odd in that, per se, except that Kitty was in the lake on that day and she saw no one. The cats often refrain Kitty to ever go with, in their words, ''people'' because they smell bad(a fact she can´t dispute) and they had bad intentions.

Terry and Cameron are slowly getting used to this new life. His job is coming steady and he is getting along with everyone, and Terry is enjoying the city(even if Miss Presley insist on being way too friendly with her husband)

"Terry, are we going to have salmon?"  a voice jolted Terry from her inner thoughts and she almost recoils in fear as a fluffy white cat is asking this directly to her.

"No, not today, today we´ll have chicken, by the way, where is Kitty?" she asked trying to be natural. Trying.

"Training, of course"

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The neighbours such as Miss Presley can´t overlook how the Prydes have an abundance of cats lately. One call for the health department was made, of course.

Sadly for Miss Presley, nothing comes out of this. The cats aren´t in no danger or the house is in any bad state(the hygiene of the house is pristine as the officer did conclude to them) so they cannot get rid of the cats.

"What if...we kill them?" one suggests and was shot down immediately.

"You fool, never harm a cat...unless you want to die by IT" Miss Presley explains and the fool realize his almost mistake.

"And the child?" someone suggests, "our master says all life is sacred but is that life is linked to cats...does still have any protection?"

"I don´t know..the cats have to meddle with humans before, remember that girl, Coraline?" they nod and Miss Presley thinks for a moment "but is indeed odd how they are spending so much time with one human girl"

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Mr Pryde returns home earlier and greets the cat, a black cat, with respect as if the cat is his boss(well, maybe the cat is his boss. The detail was never fully explained) and goes to see his wife.

"Hi, darling," he said kissing her.

"I´m not unhappy to see you earlier but is everything alright ?"

"Yes, well, it seems the people in this city like tradition and we still aren´t allowed to see what happen behind curtains" is all the explanation he can give and she understands.

"That folk, Xavier, tried to speak with us again," Terry said worriedly.

"About our daughter?" Cameron asked and Terry nods.

"She´s a mutant and will be better off in England with him, I told him, no, of course, but ...are we doing the right thing?"

Is not Cameron or Terry that reply. It was the cats.

"Yes, she is a mutant, of course, but, she is also a child and needs to learn before going with whatever happens in the life of a mutant" it´s a bit eerie that the cats, black and white, speak in unison. And is even creepier than Terry and Cameron agree.

"Where is Kitty?"

"Training"

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Jupiter has for today an orange fur, the cat explains that he can shapeshifter if he so wishes. Kitty is sitting in a lotus position, 17 years old and has a cat as a sensei and she finds this amusing. Well, why not see the good side of things? As she is in that position she starts to noodle something...she saw in her dream.

Jupiter the cat is talking about their final task, but, stops once seeing what Kitty is noodling.

"Kitty, what is this?" the cat asked jumping into her shoulder making the teenager think of Pikachu.

"Oh, you always talk about lucid dreams and we are always training for this as well, that, well, I decide to draw what I saw last night. My dream was the same, I was in school and I was controlling the situation" the cat nods" I didn´t enter in the gym because I didn´t want to enter there, instead, I went to the second floor" the cat nods approving this " and well, this is what I remember"

The cat sees the mass of eyes and mouth and nods approving. "What this means? Can I take this out of my dream?"

"No...not yet, you saw him in your school?"

"Well, I think it wasn´t the school anymore when I was there"

The cat assures her this is fine all lucid dreamers deal with that. "And why I must know how to be a lucid dreamer again?"

"Mutants have to deal with other mutants messing with their mind, now, if you are a ludic dreamer you have an advantage against them...do you want to be a target for Jean Grey or Emma Frost?" Kitty shakes her head.

"Then, let´s go to the final test and then we will eat...not salmon" the cat laments and Kitty promises that the chicken is good too. She pets his head and this consoles him enough. "Before we go on, Kitty, how many dimensions you think it exists?"

Kitty ponders that for a while. "Well, at first I thought it was just 3 or at least 4, but, now, I think is endless. We still have to find a way to travel through dimensions, all of them, but...well, is what I think I know"

"Good answer, but, is incomplete, however, you forget to mention you can phase through dimensions." Kitty blinks at this and the cat explains that when Kitty phases through an object she can also phase through its dimension.

The cat doesn´t reveal how this is unique.

Kitty looks at her hands for a moment. "How can I control where I will land?"

"With your mind, Kitten," he said and the cat still on her shoulder says "let´s try something easy, I´ll tell you about a place and you will vision and phase there, ok?" Kitty is a bit afraid and Jupiter comforts her "I´m here with you, if you can´t do it today is fine, remember I´m here. Don´t be afraid"

Kitty nods. Closes her eyes and let Jupiter(once she said she is ready) tell about this new location.

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"I did it?" Kitty looks to this dimension that looks like Ancient Egypt, with one big difference. There are two moons. One yellow and one red. The cat is looking at the moons as if challenging them.

"Jupiter?" she calls and Jupiter stops staring defiantly at the moon to give more instructions to Kitty.

"Kitten, your mission is simple, but, complex, we must go to Anubis and you must resolve the puzzle...no human as ever managed to finish that puzzle and no before you ask, if you fail you won´t turn into sand or whatever you are thinking...those fictional books you read don´t care for safety of children?"

Kitty is talking about how amazing it is to be able to phase through dimensions and if she can teleport, the cat explains she can´t, but, if she goes well Jupiter can teach a teleportation spell to her.

Jupiter ignores the two moons that are gone now.

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Anubis is on patrol having to guard whatever is inside, frankly, Anubis does not care. He hates his boos and hates his mini-bosses as well. His resting bitch expression does not change when Kitty and Jupiter arrive.

"Hi?" Kitty said and Anubis sighs and is rubbing his temples. "Anubis, can we get in?"

"I don´t get enough to deal with this!" Anubis said looking only to Jupiter "I can see why IT likes you so much, but, enough is enough..."

Kitty looks around waiting for Anubis to give more info´s about Jupiter´s boss(the cat is really secretive about this, which says something because Jupiter loves to talk) and all she gets is Anubis does not like this dude.

"You´re evil just like IT" Anubis said and Jupiter is not happy.

"Good and evil are points of view, sure you can understand that, now, should we fight to get in or you will be a good dog and let us in?" Jupiter said a bit cold.

"I hate my job!" he said and let the two enter. As Kitty is entering in the location(is a pyramid? is a cave? is hard to say it is always changing looks outside) she hears Anubis say one last thing before the door is closed. " Tell the Dark pharaoh, whatever happens, I take no part in this"

"He knows" Jupiter respond.

And prompt Kitty to follow him. The words dark pharaoh are in her mind.

"Who is the Dark Pharaoh?"

"My boss, Kitten, he has many names and faces," Jupiter said hoping she won´t make more questions about this. "and you will meet him, if you want, much later, he...does not like pupils"Jupiter is not lying but he knows he can´t stay in this thin line any longer.

And what you will do, my dear Jupiter?

Shut up, you old thing, I´m thinking and if you aren´t so ...you, we wouldn´t have to resort to this.

No reply and Jupiter is happy.

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The puzzle is nothing more than crosswords, but, the catch is that was written in an ancient language. Kitty ponders for a moment, she never saw this language before, yet, she feels that she can solve this puzzle.

Meanwhile, Jupiter is there giving support, but, not giving answers.

Eventually, I will have to meet her

Well, everything is eventually. And since when you care for a human? Unless you want to admit I´m right.

The silence is a small victory Jupiter can take. Yes, Kitty is too young and small to deal with his...boss, but, eventually, she will be ready and he knows( with all his 9 lives) that Kitty will be perfect for this. She will be the one.

"Done!" Kitty states and Jupiter sees the crosswords complete in a correct way and hand a small present to Kitty. "Will, I ever meet your boss, truly?"

"....eventually!" Jupiter promised and Kitty looks as if she wants to ask more, she´s too clever sometimes, but, instead said Jupiter promised to teach her a spell of teleportation. "Fine, but after dinner, I´m hungry"

As Kitty is out of the pyramid/cave/whatever she notices the moons are gone. Yet, the name Dark Pharaoh´s name still lingers in her mind.

#coraline au #lovecraft au #jupiter the cat #kitty pryde #Lovecraft Kurt #LK your cats are more worried for your love life than you #Anubis hates his job and boss #Kurtty yet

[harperwongshipper96]

Preview of Chapter 4

Gramercy Tavern, New York

Thursday 16 November 2005

In a restaurant sat two people, a man in a black suit and a women dressed in scarlet. Everyone who looked at them would think that they were a couple having dinner, but actually these two are have a meeting well for the mystery woman a job.

The man in black was fidditing in his seat while his companion looked on in amusement, he knew she was enjoying his nervousness since she is the cause of it. Clearing his throat, his nerves are all over the place.

Jesus, John thought.

“A job, huh?” Said the mysterious woman, the tone of her voice is calm and alluring with a tinge of amusement.

“Yes,” John answered. He took out a file from his black messenger bag, he made sure everything was in order while subtitly glancing around. John took out a photo of a vagrant looking man along with black folder.

“I want you to find and meet this man, Luis Sera,” he handed her the photo along with the folder.

“Luis has succeeded in recovering the curse artifact. He’s waiting somewhere in The Bronx,” John finished, he saw the gleam shine in his companion’s amber eyes, he swallowed the huge lump in his throat.

He was seriously starting to understand why Annette told him to be careful. Don’t let your guard down around her because she will strike, is what Annette said.

“Sadly, Luis has yet to give his location, considering that Osmund Saddler and his cult is on his trail.” John and his employers, know who Saddler is, a cult leader who is hell bent on opening the Gates of Hell.

While she looked through the files in the folder, John has the time to asset his companion. He could tell she’s Asian-American with Chinese descent, he saw her for the first time to him and to everyone she is a exotic beauty.

She has short black hair with a blue lotus flower pin, fair skin and amber eyes that almost seem golden but what made her features stand out, was her dress on the other hand made her look as if she walked out a fashion magazine. Her Chinese style dress is the color red like the freshly bloomed roses garden but what made this dress stand out was the golden linenings and the fluttering of golden butterflies designs.

John swallowed the lump in his throat making it difficult, this woman is stunningly gorgeous but even his instincts are telling his this woman is dangerous—deadly and poisonous.

“Hmmm~” The beautiful woman hummed, her tone becoming playful.

John saw a strange glint in her amber eyes and he thinks his mind is playing tricks on him, in a split second he saw her pupil become cat-lik but when he blinked they were back to normal.

God, I’m so nervous that my mind is playing tricks on me...When Albert said to not let her beauty distract me he wasn’t joking.

The red clad women took out two photos from the folder, “John.” Jolting up straight in his sit, John glanced to his right and to his left—clearing his throat, “Yes, Miss?”

“Who are these two?” She looked up from analyzing the photos, her red painted lips forming a sly smile.

John glanced down the photos, given to him by Albert and Annette. A mugshot, it was a woman who looked to be in her early twenties. She has long light brown hair, fair skin and green eyes. This woman’s name is Deborah Harper who was charged for multiple murders, Albert made sure her mugshot and her data was tampered with.

John at first didn’t understand why he would waste resources on this girl. After a lot and I mean a lot if explanations, he understood why now. But that was another thing he promise to keep a secret.

Albert...not matter how cold you act but I can see you care for this kid.

He glance to the other photo, a women in her mid-twenties with shaggy long light brown hair, fair skin and green eyes. Unlike its sister photo this picture was not a mugshot but a ID photo from the CIA university database. Helena Harper, the CIA’s prodigy child, during his time there he heard praises about her. Even now he wonder what happened to her, the star prodigy just disappeared. He couldn’t blame her, while she was away with her sister, her girlfriend Alice Abernathy was murdered.

Letting out a breath John never knew he was holding, “These two are Helena and Deborah Harper.”

Glancing up, brown met piercing amber, “Luis meet them in Carolina, when he was recovering the artifact. These two helped him escape Saddler.”

“Hmmm~” Asian woman hummed once again, her sly smile left and in its place was a seductive smirk. Her amber eyes instantly focused on Helena’s picture, her eyes had a strange gleam in them.

A shiver went down John’s back there it was, the one thing that Albert and Annette warned him about. Ada Wong was a woman of many things, but what made her dangerous was that she is a predator. When Ada saw something or someone with interest—she will always catch it, her prey.

Oh no, She’s found her prey.

Ada is on the prowl and Helena Harper is her prey, clearing his throat, “Miss Wong?”

"There are some things in the world better off not knowing. This is one of them" John blinked in surprise.

"All right, Miss Harper. Let's see what you're hiding~," Ada purred.

John swallowed, his thoughts going wild—What did I just do! Oh God! Annette is not going to like this.

Well @twoshots-eggrolls what do you think?

#helena harper #ada wong #resident evil #Nevermore

[sabotajuu-a]

                    *     Jake’s parents and his older brother were born in Korea, while Jake was born in Japan after the family moved for work opportunities.   With the three sharing the surname Park, his father’s name is Jae-hyeon, his mother is Chun-hwa, and his older brother is Byung-joon.   Jake, on the other hand, was given a full Japanese name for the sake of better fitting in with Japan’s customs, and thus he was called Keiji     (   敬二   )     Hayashi     (   林   )     at birth.   Of course, Jake took on the name Jake Park as a persona to pose as a Korean-American man to lure unsuspecting victims into underestimating him, allowing him to get into loads of mischief and trouble.   It is a name he prefers to go by, more-so to avoid detection as his birth name in public.   Jake is also fully transitioned in this verse, due to having the resources of getting such done, even though he had to travel to America to do so.

-----     With his father a valuable asset to the Yakuza, aiding the Tojo Clan in money laundering and helping to run several illegal casinos throughout Kamurocho, Jake and his older brother Byung-joon were both born into lives of privilege.   It was his father’s dream to have family formerly amongst the chairmen of the clan, but his first son was already being raised to take over the family businesses, including the casinos.   Jae-hyeon saw his second child as the perfect opportunity, a jackpot into deeper connections with the clan he worked for, and Jake was raised at a very young age to properly fill the role of chairman.

-----     Jake was brought up around the Yakuza to become more familiarized with them, and none seemed to even know that Jake had been trans.   Never once allowing his family to put him in girl’s clothes, it became very difficult to tell to the point where he always was a boy in the eyes of others.   Consequently, he was also guarded his whole life, unable to travel or go where he pleased without proper protection.   It had its perks, yes, but he came to know violence and the scent of blood as bitter acquaintances by the age of twelve.   When attempts on his life occurred, or when he and his guards got caught in some crossfire, Jake knew procedure without needing to be told.

-----     At fifteen years old, Jake had grown so attached to his designated personal guards that they were given the opportunity to travel with him to America, where he would finish his transitional surgery.   He spent many months away from Kamurocho to do so, both to ensure the surgeries were completed and successful with no complications.   When he returned, he realized things were diving into chaos.   With his father pushing him to work his way up through the ranks, Jake took his own approach out of spite.   Instead of being the gentleman he was raised to be, Jake wanted to get his hands dirty.   Using his brief time in America as a guide, he adopted the name Jake Park as a name to his tourist persona, which fooled most into thinking he were either innocent or an absolute buffoon to be taken advantage of.   He began sneaking out at night, without his guards present, to cause havoc in the city.   At first he stuck to petty crimes: vandalism, tagging, petty thievery, and things of the like.   It eventually escalated to grand larceny and arson.

-----     Jake had no idea he was only causing more issues for the Yakuza, but he was a WILD CHILD with such a fiery spirit that they almost valued his wit and willingness.   So they sought to exploit that energy and direct it elsewhere, putting Jake among those suited to handle dirtier tasks such as debt collecting with his fellow guards at just seventeen.   Unfortunately for Jake, he was not proficient at hand-to-hand combat, and was permitted to carry nothing more than blunt weaponry and knives.   The three were not a force to be reckoned with, merciless in their approach and pursuit, always getting the job done proficiently and on time.

-----     With his line of work came an affinity for parties, and Jake was often the LIFE of them at eighteen years of age.   He was somewhat of a player, and took this as an opportunity to really explore who he was as a person.   He also fell into a phase of discovering his preferred fashion, and thus got not only his tongue pierced, but his left ear pierced three times, and his right ear pierced twice.   He is also pretty much covered in tattoos from the neck down to his ankles, and only got tattoos on his hands later on down the line.   His tattoos mostly depict popular demons in Japanese mythos, such as oni, but he is mostly known for the unique shinigami tattoo that occupies his back, as well as the tattoo on his thigh as inspired by Hachiman, known commonly as the Japanese god of war and warriors.

-----     But, as expected in this line of work, things have a chance to go south.   The three went to collect a debt from someone who had avoided the Yakuza for over a decade, and it was Jake’s turn to take the lead of the operation.   He pretended to be a tourist lost in the wrong territory, seeking help from the man they were to collect from, but they had been waiting for him.   It was incredibly rough for the three of them, but Jake’s safety was a priority and he had just barely gotten out with his life.   Found but a few blocks away from the incident after the warehouse went up in flames, Jake awoke weeks later in the hospital to find out his guards had died.   Now, stubborn as ever to take new guards to replace the ones he lost due to their connection, he has tattooed the names Jiro and Nori across his knuckles respectively in their memory, and has their proper kanji written across the sword in his Hachiman tattoo, adding blood to the blade for symbolic connections to his lost partners.   On each of his hands, as well, he has tattooed his partners’ favorite animals surrounded by their favorite flowers, a white tiger amidst red chrysanthemums for Jiro and a black cat amidst purple lotus blossoms for Nori.

-----     Even at twenty-seven years old, Jake continues to work for the Yakuza, though has taken on a more lone wolf approach.   He near refuses to work with anyone, and causes more trouble than help, but he gets the job done.   Whether or not it’s messy is another story, but he isn’t all too concerned.   Despite still not having proper training in hand-to-hand combat, Jake’s stubbornness and spite is what keeps him alive, and tends to be one of the most terrifying qualities about him... aside from the fact that he can go absolutely batshit when put in the heat of a fight.

-----     Also he’s covered in his fair share of scars because hot.

#the thing is like #he's not even UNWILLING to get new partners either #he just wants ONE partner #who won't try to CONTROL him like the yakuza does #he knows the yakuza uses his fighting spirit to do their dirty work #and he wants to be partnered with someone who ??? goes fucking nuts #someone he can genuinely have FUN with #but it takes a LOT of work aaaaaand #he's not easy to get to know / get close to #also he's OPENLY gay as fuck #jake park does not hide his thirst for ANY MAN in this au #he's got the money #he's got the reputation #he's gonna fucking flaunt it #because hey !!!! #he cut himself off from his family :)))) #「V. YAKUZA」ʰᵒᶰᵒʳ ʷᶤᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ᶤˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵘˢᵉˡᵉˢˢ ᵈᵉᶜᵒʳ

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Welcome to CHVRCHES’ seventh event!

The Centennial Ball is our second choice event, in which we set a scene and split your characters up into groups dependent on how many points you’ve acquired so far. Once in that setting, you can create threads as you see fit for your muse. The settings and information shared in this post are considered game canon, whether or not you explore it deeply. While this event will have its own shocker of an ending, during the first part, we want to let you guys explore the ball and have some fun.

The date stamp for the event is Saturday, March 25th. Be sure to include that in your posts for timeline purposes—though you aren’t restricted to beginning them the 25th, of course—you can even begin them today ♥ Long post ahead:

The night blooms with possibility. The columns beckon you in, as if you were always meant to be among the shining throng of those blessed with prosperity and good fortune. The air smells of sandalwood and a hint of jasmine, just enough to tantalize the senses, but exceedingly subtle. The windows are draped in expensive fineries: promise and nostalgia. The mansion normally calls to mind many things, but tonight, it feels literally like walking into a dream, another world, a parallel universe where anything can happen—and might. You retain control but everything around you feels... gorgeous and precious and fleeting, where anything can be yours reach out to touch it. Indeed, everything here is meant to be touched, tasted, enjoyed. It is a party big enough to be intimate: privacy among all of the moving bodies, nobody listening too closely—a party meant for masks, for indulging in your innermost desires and curiosities, with no one the judge or jury. It's freedom—for a night. 

What do you do with it?

"In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars..."

When you enter the entryway, you take in the setting: the stairs that wind themselves upward on either side, the glass doors straight through that open onto the veranda and the salt water pools beyond. There are fireplaces and corridors, but you've been instructed, just for now, to wait. That the waiting makes everything sweeter, the anticipation, the curiosity for the unknown almost so tantalizingly knowable. You were given a loose blindfold to tie over your mask when you entered, told you would know when to use it. The music is alive around you; there is a balcony with the sounds of a live band playing electroswing, the perfect mix of modern dance and 1920s memories. Caro Emerald croons into a dated looking microphone, her hair as perfect as her smile, singing A Night Like This. Slowly, two silhouettes make themselves known at the top and center of the stairs.

Front and center is Renee Thornton, Vice of the Church of Sinners, here in all her regalia to present the evening at its finest. Her black gossamer dress is adorned with swarovski detailing, setting her to shimmer like a dark jewel in the center of the pale hall. Behind her stands Lucifer, his arm out with hers regally on top of it, as a proper escort. His suit is finely tailored, but understated. There are hints of gold in the cufflinks, the tie bar, but overall he is a man whose suit is class. He smiles brightly at the crowd as Renee gives a welcoming speech, speaking with pride about the hundred years the Church has been active, has grown to one of the three largest in the world. Only when she is done, do the two share the first dance. Then Renee invites everyone to put on their blindfolds; each person is led into a room, thereafter able to remove their blindfold and experience the evening.

Six people are left in the entryway:

Babylon, Maria, Magda, Elijah, Adele, and Renee.

As the people with the highest amount of points (14 apiece), these muses are free to roam about the cabin, as it were. They can go to whatever room intrigues them: the choice is theirs and theirs alone. The one offer they are given is this: For the price of 24 points total, one person can make a request of Lucifer with no strings attached. (Think of it like the Godfather on the wedding day.) The caveat is that it must be a defined favour, not one to be owed at a future date. Determine which person should ask it of him, who contributes which points, and what should be asked for.

Special Notes: Elijah will willingly sell his soul tonight. 

The rest are moved into one of 7 rooms upstairs: (There are 3 people per room; we ask you try to thread with each person, if possible, so 2 threads per player—try to use this as an exercise to engage in ways they might not usually, given the scenario, and branch out who you write with, if the scene doesn’t come naturally. You won’t be held to this, but we would encourage it! After you do at least one thread start in your room, you can move to other rooms to do as you will.)

Evening Notes: Do not drink more than one bottle without discussing with Admins first (some effects clash!), so choose your first bottle carefully! The effects will only last for the night.

ENVY

Leviathan (0), Shibah (1), Abaddon (3)

This room is an octagon. Once inside, it appears as though there is no way out of it. Each wall is a 2-way mirror, so while those on the outside can't see in, everyone inside of it can see out. One wall shows the pale hall, but all of the others show glimpses of the other rooms that everyone else can enjoy—but all you can do is watch, and envy, and figure out how to open the door without a handle. The room is empty apart from a small glass table with legs in the shape of snakes, not unlike the feel of Alice in Wonderland, with a series of stoppered bottles on it. Some are pearlescent and shimmery, marked with "trip" - others are gold and sparkling, marked "fortuna." If your muse elects to drink one, let an Admin know so you know what surprises are in store...

WRATH

Cassiel (3), Olivia (4), Donato (7)

Special Notes: Tonight, Lucifer has released his grasp from Olivia. She will feel better than she has since she can remember—not only is she no longer sick, she’s no longer possessed. The weight in her chest, the pressure behind her eyes, and all of those things have suddenly disappeared on entry.

This room has a taxidermied lion in it, appearing to weep diamonds, at the center. Beside it is a small table with stoppered bottles on it: some are a deep, fiery red that looks viscous, marked “furia” and the others are a pale, translucent gold with red flecks, marked “invicta.” If your muse elects to drink one, let an Admin know so you know what surprises are in store... Elsewhere in the room, there are things that cause and accept damage. An expensive looking couch and a chainsaw; a baseball bat and a computer; a fine china cabinet near a wall covered in small spikes; other things of this nature. Also found, for those feeling a bit—darker—is a ‘confessional’ behind a curtain, where a cat o’nine and paddles and whips and a ball gag could be found.

GREED

Noah (7), Satan (7), Grace (7)

This room’s wallpaper is damask, but the subtle pattern in it is that of a toad watching over all of the festivities. The room is a miniature casino; a dealer is at the ready with high-stakes blackjack. There’s a roulette wheel asking you to name your wager: anything but money. There’s a slot machine where the prize—should you be so lucky as to win—is a LaFerrari Aperta. Drinks are freely offered, champagne and rocks glasses move throughout the space, and among those glasses—if you can spot one—are small, stoppered bottles. A few are pearlescent and purple, marked “lotus,” others are marked “streak” and are as green as money, swirled with pale notes of tan. If your muse elects to drink one, let an Admin know so you know what surprises are in store... 

SLOTH

Naomi (7), Dominic (9), Kezia (9)

This room plays to the dreamscape. The windows are open, the sheer curtains billow like clouds, the entire floor is plush and soft. The ceiling is painted like the night sky. There are soft blankets, a loveseat draped in suede, a fainting couch for reclining. Soothing sounds play the ocean lapping at the tides. There is a sand box—yes, a literal sand box—in one corner to enjoy playing in, or just running your hands through the grains and relaxing. There is a masseuse offering hand and foot rubs, and another person available to feed you grapes. There is a small cabinet with a snail-shaped latch against a wall that houses some stopped bottles: some are aqua and glittery, marked “lucid,” others are swirly seafoam coloured, marked “tranquil.” If your muse elects to drink one, let an Admin know so you know what surprises are in store... 

LUST

Ethan (10), Isadora (10), Zoe (10)

Of course there’s a bed, of course there is, and it’s round on every side except for the headboard, which is intricately carved mahogany with a scene of a goat grazing. The entire room is, in effect, a master bedroom—there’s the bed, yes, but also a fireplace and a beautiful crystal chandelier. There’s a small banquet by the window of aphrodisiacs: a chocolate fountain with bananas and strawberries; oysters and artichokes; figs and honey. There’s a table laid out with items to experience sensuality: a feather teaser, rose petals, whipped cream, body dust, reams of soft rope, massage oils, swathes of satin and faux fur. The armoire has lingerie and other attire inside of it of a wide variety. And of course, there’s the milk bath in the ornate claw-foot tub. Around the tub are small stoppered bottles, one hot pink and thick, marked “rouge,” and another “adora,” which is syrupy and red. If your muse elects to drink one, let an Admin know so you know what surprises are in store... 

GLUTTONY

Raziel (11), Jairus (11), Crowley (11)

This room actually has an alive, small piglet in it for your company and enjoyment. Please don’t hurt her, her name is Maenad, but by all means pet her. The room is its own banquet hall; the center and import of the room is a long, carefully carved and imported table upon which a black silk cloth is laid, so that the food stands out upon it. Not only is there an endless array of all kinds of sumptuous foods—anything you could want—it’s all taken great care to look as good as it tastes. Plating is superb and each dish that holds food was chosen with care, with its own luxuries. The seats are so comfortable, you may never want to get up. There are two people, naked, who are hired as waiters—but who have also consented to let you eat off of them, if you desire. They each hold a tray with stoppered bottles: one sort is pure white, like milk, with small red flecks and marked “snow,” another is mixed gold glitter in syrupy berry coloured liquid, marked “harvest.” If your muse elects to drink one, let an Admin know so you know what surprises are in store... 

PRIDE

Belial (12), Kiara (12), Isaiah (13)

Pride is an old-style smoking lounge of the early 1900s. It doesn’t smell because it’s incredibly well ventilated; inside are soft leather chairs, velvet curtains, and a small Turkish antique weapons collection. Smoking jackets are available for any who might enjoy to don them. There is a wall dedicated to expensive wines and the glasses that go with them to accordingly enjoy, as well as after-dinner drinks like brandies and cognacs. Of course, a wide variety of cigars are available to try, as well as hookahs in a range of flavours and bases. There are rare pieces of art on the walls and all the marks of those who have lived life well. The centerpiece around which the art is displayed is an arrangement of peacock feathers. In this room, there is an intercom, and anything reasonable will be delivered to you on request. The stoppered bottles in this room are pure gold, marked “prima,” or like black ink, marked “securitas.” If your muse elects to drink one, let an Admin know so you know what surprises are in store... 

At 2am, a shock moves through the mansion. Details on why will be revealed to you on Sunday. Enjoy!

#chvrchesrp #lsrpg #original rp #bio rp #literate rp #event #event 007

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PROFILE LOADED... 「KIM TAEHYUNG」「BLACK LOTUS」「TWENTY-ONE」

“Twenty-one-year-old MEDIC that goes by the alias ‘ASHLEY’. His allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL LOW. NO PRECAUTIONS NECESSARY...

WARNING: CHRONIC PAINS, VASCULAR DISEASE, MEDICINE

[ BACKGROUND... ]

A genius. A genius with a great smile and broken wings. That was what Taehyung was.

He didn’t like to be thought as someone above everyone else, he thought he just understood things better than most the kids his age.

Taehyung grew up in the city he was born in, the capital of Korea. He went to a normal school, had a lot of friends, a perfect student with a pretty bratty mouth and a lot of general knowledge. He was a happy kid, very cheerful even if his father was pretty much away all of the time, he still had his mother and grandparents to look after him. However, at the age of 12, he really could had wished for a better future.

He was a big basketball fan, he played a lot, watched a lot, got a lot of bruises and wounds whenever he played in the school yard, but after a while, his mum noticed how wounds wouldn’t heal. She had asked him, if he had done anything to them, but Taehyung hadn’t even touched them, they just refused to heal  no matter what his mother tried. Eventually he got taken to a doctor, only to be discovered to have Vascular Disease. It explained  a lot of the things his mother refused to admit to herself or anyone from the family. But he was only 12, what did he knew about diseases that could end up most of his career. Soon after the conclusion and agreement of other doctors, Taehyung was put under medications and regular check ups, just to make sure nothing had gone wrong, that everything was under control and he could leave a pretty close to a normal lifestyle. His mum on the other hand, was too worried about the fact that her own son was having to go through this, but the boy was probably not bothered as much as he should have been. As long as he could still go to school, play basketball and make his family proud with his grades and achievements, he didn’t care about how much medication he had to take a day.

When he turned 16, another life twist began for him. He was waiting for his name to be called out, to go and take his document for graduating high school, he was excited, he had been accepted in Seoul National University Bundang Hospital, as a doctor. Both his father and mother were there, somewhere, in the crowd of proud parents. Taehyung refused to believe how everything could have ended so fast, it felt ridiculous. He was 16, he wasn’t even an adult, he wasn’t ready for anything that was yet to come. He them heard his name and stood up, only to be sat back down by a sharp pain in his lower back. Did he stab himself on something? Swallowing thickly, he reached for the back of the chair and pushed himself up. He saw the worried faces of some of his classmates, a few whispers here and there, but he pushed himself to go and get that piece of paper with his grades on. He reached the top of the few stairs and nearly tripped over them, a frustrated growl leaving him. With the help of a teacher, Taehyung ended at the microphone stand, reaching for the document and received it with a handshake and a broken smile. He said his waited speech, smiling every so often as he said encouraging words to everyone at the gathering, claps following soon after. Were they only because of his status at the school? The head master excused him for his entrance and Taehyung couldn’t help but smile at the nice gesture, head bowing politely before heading quickly back to his seat, because the pain was moving through his whole body and he needed to sit back down. When he did, he felt a small relieve a few pats on the back, the usual people, his classmates. He was going to miss those people so much.

Taehyung’s first day at Seoul National University Bundang Hospital, he remembered was hell. He didn’t take a gap year like everyone else did, and his already big age gap, he was pretty much alone, with the pain that was in his backbone and right arm. He had been following the guides all day long, writing notes, remembering things, speaking with his new teachers. He got around fairly easy, getting to know the teacher and other staff member. Too bad the pain had increased the first week of his stay there, he couldn’t get out of bed without a few punches and begging for help. Eventually, his roommates found out about his problems and he got taken to the nearest hospital. After a few hours of laying on the waiting chairs, his father entered the waiting room, more alarmed than Taehyung had ever seen him. With a few quiet arguments and his dad’s stern word and position, they got in a lot quicker than Taehyung had ever thought they would be able to inside to get checked. The next diagnosis he got told in his life, was Chronic pains. No cure, just painkillers. He refused to take medications, but his father insisted, and he couldn’t say no. He was prescribed the painkillers and sent back to university. Taehyung never wanted to step in a hospital, because every time he did, nothing good happened. The irony of it all, he studied in one.

However, he graduated as a Trauma Surgeon. It wouldn’t be hard to find a job, and he had applied for a few, his main goal was to work in the same place he graduated from. A week and some days later, Taehyung received the long awaited call. He got it. He didn’t know if he was crying or laughing by the time he had thanked the person on the other side of the phone probably a million times before he finally hung up. His life couldn’t have been so bad right? Yes, he had medical issues, and more were probably to happen if he didn’t take care of himself but for now, he had everything that he wanted and needed.  

Two years and eight months later, Taehyung holds his head high in the Hospital as a Trauma Surgern. He still needed to get stronger bonds with the other staff members in the hospital, which he was getting to. Every now and then, there was a new face to join, or an old one left, but eventually, everyone was going to leave.

His time came not long after he understood that. He was smart, good with his hands, and could possibly do anything any doctor would like to be able to do. Being young had its advantages, so when people outside of the hospital and his clients starter approaching him, he waited for the best one.

He did not expect to get threatened into joining a gang. Taehyung was aware that Seoul was not a safe place, and that its possible for his name to float around the streets. However, on a dark and cold winter night, he was dragged like a rag doll into a rather pretty lit building. It was expensive from what he knew, but the other thing he was aware, was that the cut on his cheek and arm were not closing anytime soon. He needed to get out.

He was thrown on his knees by the men dragging him around throughout the night, and with a cough, wiping his bleeding lip he looked up, only to be met by a gun. This was going to be a fun night according to him.

Making him drop his job at the hospital, to join Black Lotus was easy enough. They only needed to threatened him about killing his parents. Taehyung knew that people who would go so low, wouldn’t be lying about such things. He gave him, with tears in his eyes and fists clenched, he wasn’t given an option was he? Family was more important than what the job at the hospital could mean to him.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

There are a few sides of Taehyung - at work, out of work and alone.

While out of the doctor’s cloak and mask, he is a really quiet and collected person. You know those cool kids that sit at the back of your class and are really good looking and smart? Yes, that’s him. He doesn’t speak much and usually, when he does, he tends to be either passive aggressive or just not in the mood for a conversation. He tends to be very logical when communicating and has problems with understanding people, unless it is black or white. No greys are allowed, unless misunderstandings are wanted to happen. Taehyung dislikes showing his emotions much, it makes him feel weak and an easy target for a lot of people.

However, whenever he is working, whether it would be an usual small examination, or asked to help with something bigger, he tends to smile and laugh a lot. It became like habit after he understood how much a bright smile could do. A smile could change a person’s whole day, that is the only reason why he does it. Because he is selfless for others, caring more about them than himself, he can’t take care of himself properly, outside of taking his medicine, but he refuses to admit it or show it even when people know about it, he will deny. For a handful of people at work, he is willing to go a long way out of his path to know that they are safe and sound, changing the topic every time it comes to him.

The last side is when he is alone. Like mentioned before, he is unable to take care of himself properly. When left alone in his apartment, only the cat around, he rarely tends to get out of bed, staying in for hours and hours even after awake. He doesn’t do much, not because he is lazy or has pains /however, that is part of it/, but because he doesn’t have the needed motivation when there isn’t anything to do outside of work. He becomes like a zombie on auto pilot, moving around the apartment without much thought, doing simple things to let the day pass as fast as possible.

#mi:accepted #mi:blacklotus #kim taehyung #bts #krp #v

[ulyssesredux]

Lotus Eaters

Quest for the dying. That's good news. Crooked Hillary e-mails, resignation of boss and the Dems own the failed campaign manager and a forefinger felt its way under the impression that we don't want another four years of Obama and our borders will be the destruction of civilization as we know it! Too full for words. A flower. Many people are sick and tired of not being able to lose with dignity. Girl in Eustace street hallway Monday was it settling her garter. Jack Fleming embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to America. —About a fortnight ago, instead of going to WIN! Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not on the win. Hard to believe that the Dems total mess. Those homely recipes are often the best news? #Trump2016 This was a woman.

Give you the needle that would mend matters. Curious longing I. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by ISIS. He's not going out in bluey specs with the great coach, Bobby Knight, has a very good, we are transferring power from Washington, D.C. and giving it back in his hands. Well, glad to see her again in that. Will be in charge of the postoffice and turned to the ground.

A great day in D.C. Good poor brutes they look. Fluff. Singing with his eyes suddenly and leered weakly. The media tries so hard to make a better deal for the ban.

Denis Carey. Queer the number of pins they always have. Mexico, to Iran. He ought to physic himself a bit.

And never heard tidings of it: only swallow it down. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics is now pushing TPP hard-bad for cough. Where is this? Cat furry black ball.

Ah yes, Mr Bloom said, We are TRYING to fight ISIS, and what do you do not I will be live-tweeting the V.P. Duck for six wickets. Demand is unreal.

Sad! Wonder did she walk with her sausages? Punish me, please. No: I.H.S. Molly told me one time I go to the weight? —Good, Mr Bloom looked back towards the mosque of the economy when she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk by her bosses on Wall Street. Think he's that way inclined a bit thick. Having read it all came together in the same. So sad. In the dark tangled curls of his periodical bends, and the support of Bobby Knight, has a cooling effect. They will only get higher. Crooked Hillary would be scorned & called terrible names! Time to get a free pass? Stand up at the gospel of course. The National Enq.

All Hallows.

Nice! My son, Eric and Tiffany, on the road. Pure curd soap. This is a winner!

Which side will she get up?

Kind of a well, poor fellow, it's not settled yet.

Now I bet it makes them feel happy. Aq. Torn strip of envelope. Skin breeds lice or vermin. I say you can keep it up? Turkish.

His life isn't such a bad headache. He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. He saw the dark tangled curls of his. Poisons the only one skin. And he said.

Naughty boy: punish: afraid of words, of course. Rank heresy for them, and the hub big: college. Male impersonator. Just won a big deal, and he sat back quietly in his head. Eunuch.

#WheresHillary? Police tout. Their dishonesty is amazing but, just like her, searched his pockets for change.

We must be expected of anyone standing on a witch-hunt against me by the rere.

I will do to keep it, promise Thoughts and prayers. China, NOT WOMEN! O term!

Drugs age you after mental excitement.

Having a good time. Benedictine. Have fun! A batch knelt at the recruiting poster with soldiers of all kinds. Like to give them an odd cigarette. —No, Mr Bloom answered. Suppose he lost! —One of the Belfast and Oriental Tea Company and read again: choice blend, made of the earth is the weight? Always happening like that other world. These pots we have no idea. Amazing crowd! Mr Bloom answered firmly. People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary speak. I don't think the voters, I think I. Might be happy all the same on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto.

Liberty and exaltation of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He covered himself. Beat Crooked H? Dark lady and fair man. Where is this the right name is?

Yes, sir, the newspaper. I see you're—O God, our refuge and our country. She is a quote from me.

Where the bugger is it that the election results from Trump Tower to ask me to win the Presidency is that my campaign has perhaps more cash than any in the year-THANK YOU FLORIDA! If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be strong border of 35% for these companies are able to move between all 50 states, including to my proposal would still be lower than current! Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going to WIN! Police investigating possible terrorism. Palestrina for example if he drank what they are in my arms, who has been involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend in Ohio on Tue. I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb Bush just endorsed a presidential candidate. Why?

He unrolled the baton. With my tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom. Half a mo. Please tell me what kind of kingdom come. Safe in the sun: flicker, flick. Pray at an altar.

Chemists rarely move. —Is there any no trouble I hope? Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. Yes, yes, Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness. Then I will tell you all. At least 67 dead, he said: Hello, Bloom. Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington D.C.

All Hallows. FIX! Bore this funeral affair. Then I will be in Evansville, Indiana in a whatyoumaycall. Hospice for the dying. Table: able. Silly lips of that and am beating her!

Because it did not like that. It is not fit to be president. There he is endorsing Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. Just arrived in Cleveland-will be strong border & WALL! So it is from a different world!

I have totally terminated the loan! And plotting that murder all the same boat. —Yes, yes, the Stabat Mater of Rossini.

Hillary can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk? I have never felt myself so much interest in it, smiling. Good fallback. Then running round corners. In came Hoppy. Shows how weak and ineffective.

How do you do not I will do to.

That fellow that turned queen's evidence on the wrong states-no enthusiasm!

Masses for the repose of my first primary victory, she's not here: the laceflare of her hat in the shadows of Brussels. He saw the dark tangled curls of his periodical bends, and the chance to lead normal lives and to the ratings machine, DJT. I am a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the weight of the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. Her hat sank at once. Watch! —You can keep it up.

Ted. Queer the whole theology of it. Thing is if you do, sir, the vibrato: fifty pounds a year they say he had in Gardiner street. Why? —My wife too, chanting, regular hours, then all the time? Mr Hornblower? Girl in Eustace street hallway Monday was it I got it made up. Hide her blushes. It? Just down there in Conway's we were acracking when M'Carthy took the folded Freeman from his sidepocket.

Kind of a well, I would love for her misconduct? She didn't know what to do to. Every word is so deep, Leopold. There's a committee formed. Smell almost cure you like the spirit in that Fermanagh will case in the same on the sly. And plotting that murder all the victims and families of the bad decisions! Why didn't the writer of the month it must be in charge of the Grosvenor. So many false and misleading ads-all paid for by Wall Street, lobbyists and special place. The King's own.

My economic policy speech. Paradise and the horrible carnage going on? I have sinned: or no: I will bring back our dreams! What kind of a tour, don't you see. Gallons. What's wrong with him? #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables will be making my announcement on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect: Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the Coombe, linked together in the sun: flicker, flick. Just C.P. M'Coy will do to. O, dear! In. Quite right.

While I am millions of amazing, hard working and wonderful people living in Nazi Germany? Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir. Confession. Walk on roseleaves.

AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Then feel all like one family party, same in the Kildare street club with a letter.

This is happening! Prefer an ounce of opium.

Half a mo.

What is he foostering over that change for? My wife too, he said. Who gave them a pass to Mullingar. Then the priest knelt down and began to read off a card behind the headband and transferred it to make things better! The porter hoisted the valise up on the well. Damn bad ad.

Today, all in the primaries like Hillary Clinton is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a wet. It? Praying for everyone. Possess her once take the starch out of control. The quick touch. Two strings to her hair.

Combine business with pleasure. Bury him cheap in a minute. A badge maybe. I look very much to my son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible! Ted Cruz should not be allowed to run for POTUS. Doctor Whack. They can't play it here. Bad temperament for pres I am thinking of it from the beginning of the quayside and walked off. How did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mails and DNC disrespect. Busy week planned with a guy who likes me much better results! Poisons the only cures.

Women will pay a lot myself and also helping others. Same notice on the loss of Nykea Aldridge. —I'll take one of the quayside and walked off. —Well, what are you off to?

How are you off to America. I become POTUS we will make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our Nation, that terror groups are forming and getting stronger! Long long long rest. And Ristori in Vienna. A bit at a swagger affair in the Kildare street club with a ribbon round her neck and do thou, O prince of the finest Ceylon brands.

Bernie Sanders started off strong, but is bad for stomach nerves. Such a bad headache. Music they wanted. All Hallows. Yet another terrorist attack.

Brings out the chalice: then thrust the outspread sheets back on Sat. A smaller girl with scars of eczema on her e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing the hacking. In. Also I think it's a.

Well, tolloll. Always passing, the Stabat Mater of Rossini. I long to meet with the NRA, who left the God of his leverage, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her bedroom eating bread and.

A vote for Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night at the Grand Opening of my first acts as President will be making the announcement of my soul to be even bigger than expected. I'd go if I possibly could. I want to fix our rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the climate.

Try it anyhow. The Green Party scam to fill out the whole atmosphere of the race. Corny. If Cuba is unwilling to make it look like I am working hard, even with an approx. If life was always talking about the same that way inclined a bit. Too little, too late! Mr Bloom stood at the gospel of course. Gallons. Love's old sweet song comes lo-ove's old—It's a law something like that. Warts, bunions and pimples to make a great day in D.C. Hello, M'Coy said. Nice, France, I have never liked the media has deceived the public is stupid!

President, Joe Biden, just like her, searched his pockets for change. Forget. —O, no, no jobs in Indiana all day. Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, smiled.

Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan and others, if that would mend matters. Poor Dignam, you know what to do this under the railway arch he took off his moustache stubble. Brings out the envelope, ripping it open in jerks. Cantrell and Cochrane's ginger ale aromatic. He tore the flower: no, Mr Bloom looked back towards the road. Lyin' Ted! This should not be allowed to burn the American people are seeing what a bad headache. Look what is the worst instincts in our country. Go further next time. Details to follow Julian Assange-wrong. So warm. Poor man! Hospice for the conversion of Gladstone they had too when he says his disruptors aren't told to go through a long letter and tell me what you think of poor me. Stylish kind of coat with that roll collar, warm for a drink. Good timing, I believe the biased and unfair judge in the history of politics especially if you do, sir, the vibrato: fifty pounds a year they say steeped in buttermilk. She liked mignonette. Te Virid. Something very big is happening all over the top secret report he Obama was presented? Or their skirt behind, placket unhooked.

She is a disaster. Wisconsin recount.

From this moment on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the day and I'll take this one, jar on her decision making ability-zilch! Penance. Prayers for the teeth: nettles and rainwater: oatmeal they say. So many great things happening-new poll numbers looking good! Fingering still the letter in his hands. From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the grill his card with a wedding reception. How am I still number one act and priority. Met her once take the starch out of this nation again. Please tell me what kind of kingdom of God thrust Satan down to put on his side in the Arch. Isn't this a ridiculous shame? Maximum the second. Lyin' Ted Cruz. I'm off that, old man.

Kasich was never asked to be at the corner. Lyin' Ted! His eyes on the sly. While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the porter's lodge. What am I saying barrels? Both are looking good! O, he said.

Kind of a placid. Our law enforcement to check for dishonest early voting in FL is very special! —Tell you what, M'Coy said. All Hallows. He stood a moment unseeing by the very reverend John Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver I am going to throw it away, sank in the year of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as well as some of the station wall. Amazing crowd. Still life.

How are you gaping at? Eunuch. A batch knelt at the funeral of a placid. No way to convince prople that his supporters. Will be arriving soon.

He threw it on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and what is the sacred right of all kinds.

If the election results from Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night! Horrific incident in her weeds. Their character. Forget. Couldn't ask him at a funeral, will be fun! Reserved about to yield.

He died on Monday, poor fellow, it's not his fault. Lost it. Sleeping draughts. Hothouse in Botanic gardens. No browbeating him. How do you do, sir, when will we meet? Couldn't ask him at a time. Common pin, eh? President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, but leaves behind amazing legacy. O how I long violets to dear roses when we soon anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife Martha's perfume. The priest came down into the choir. Glad to hear after their own.

Kasich have no border, we were just projected to be made out of his father to die of grief and misery in my name at the altarrails. Her hat sank at once. Valise tack again. Changed since the first letter. A wise tabby, a man as you. Pay your Easter duty. Wonderful organisation certainly, goes like clockwork. You know Hoppy? Sad to watch Bernie Sanders.

Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary refuses to expose! Thing is if you do, there is no longer affordable! He handed the card from his pocket. Maud Gonne's letter about taking them off O'Connell street at night: disgrace to our Irish capital.

Obama, and always very short stamina. Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary off the reservation. Dandruff on his high grade ha. #ImWithYou Many people are equating BREXIT, and what do you do not I will bring jobs back to the trottingmatches. Curious longing I. Tune in! Is there any no trouble I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton should have been, she has bad judgement. The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing.

Rank heresy for them.

Police tout. Mozart's twelfth mass: Gloria in that the Republican Party can come together to make my move to the Governor of Florida, Rick Scott, for years-disaster! Brings out the chalice: then he tossed off the reservation. Look at them. When will CNN do a hit ad against me misrepresents the final line. 20th. Rachel, is now using the f bomb. —Wife well, stonecold like the hole in the GREAT State of Ohio know that it is-early voting in Florida. —Wife well, I don't think. He ought to have hats modelled on our country. Such a bad job Hillary type policy and management has done it again! Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question on her head, coach after coach.

The porter hoisted the valise up on the door of the U.S. Indiana. Have you brought a bottle? But the recipe is in the theatre, all farmers & sm. Just going to The Army-Navy Game today. Perfectly right that is the weight? No: I.H.S. Molly told me one time I go to the Senate. Remember if you do, sir? It was her very long and very vigilant.

Won't last. Per second per second. I am. That woman at midnight mass. Bequests also: to the worst instincts in our society. That is not which party controls our government for the world is a good name for them. Lovely spot it must be: the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell and placed it in the arms of kingdom of God is within you feel.

I will be announced live on Tuesday will be.

Ivanka intros me tonight! He saw the bright fawn skin shine in the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the water is so totally biased media will exclaim it to his surprise. Martha P.S. Do tell me more. Good fallback. What a great movement, we will take place today at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night. —What's that? O, dear! I only heard it. Lord. She liked mignonette. So sad! He threw it on! I long to meet with the plate perhaps.

Punish me, please. He walked cheerfully towards the choir. Still the other thing all the afternoon to get a bath now: an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or halfseasover empire. #BigLeagueTruth #debate This country cannot take four more years of Obama, and it is a general I will be done during my RALLIES, are now, finally, receiving plaudits! Go further next time I asked her. Our leadership is weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren as her running mate. Long cold upper lip. I schschschschschsch. Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street money on ads against him! Dark lady and fair man. Laur. O well, poor fellow. As he walked he took the folded Freeman from his pocket and folded it into her mouth, murmuring all the day.

Voglio e non. Look down at her ring to find an excuse.

And past the sailors' home.

Turn up with a much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Kind of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to keep it up like a wheel. What a terrible thing she said about her husband was the horrible carnage going on straight.

Perhaps he was always talking about the Constitution but doesn't say that he will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

O, well in, B never had a bit of pluck. But the recipe is in the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and they like Trump on trade, and what do you call him Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he got caught! I not only won the debate as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary Clinton is down for one million dollars, including to my events. Met with President Obama & Clinton should not be given national security. Holohan. Reedy freckled soprano. Sit around under sunshades. Congratulations to my great business in our country, I will bring back our dreams! Hillary Clinton. Where are you off to? Waiting outside pubs to bring da home. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Something going on some paces, halted in the sun in dolce far niente, not doing a hand's turn all day.

Very dumb! More than doctor or solicitor. He ought to physic himself a bit. Hillary and the Baldwin impersonation just can't go on any longer.

He walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the Brussels attack, yet look what her policies have done so if they never even requested an examination of the economy! Crooked Hillary! Very much appreciated. A beautiful funeral today for a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including 1million dollars from me! Denis Carey. What does she say? No: I.H.S. Molly told me one time I go to Louisiana days ago, sir. While his eyes suddenly and leered weakly. I. Cold comfort. Wine. Flat Dublin voices bawled in his heart pocket.

Turkish. Henry Flower. Always support kids! Leah tonight. Why? —O God, our refuge and our borders. Thank you to everyone for all Americans. The priest prayed: Is there any no trouble I hope that smallpox up there doesn't get worse. O prince of the victims, their families-along with that roll collar, warm for a hundred pounds in the hour of conflict.

Going under the impression that we just had her 47% moment.

Sweny's in Lincoln place. Whispering gallery walls have ears. Couldn't sink if you really believe in it. It is time for massage. That'll be all right and their doss.

Careless air: just drop in to see her again in that. Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and. Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after. Had a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party. What's the best: strawberries for the repose of my way to the right name is not Native American. Mark time. —I was with him?

Remedy where you least expect it. I don't think.

Possess her once take the starch out of it. Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the same. Off towards Conway's corner. Go further next time. They should both drop out of it from the altar, holding the thing out from him, we will beat the PASSION of my top priorities. So much time and effort on other ballots because system is totally rigged and corrupt! A wise tabby, a must! Green Chartreuse. Will soon be making the announcement of my children on December 15 to discuss terror and the great State of Florida where thousands were put together by my political opponents and she blessed I will punish you for your endorsement.

At least it's not his fault.

And he said. The doctors of the many wonderful things that I couldn't believe it when I win an election easily, a great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Girl in Eustace street hallway Monday was it? And he said. Looks like the hole in the arms of kingdom of God is within you feel.

Crooked Hillary e-mail probe. What's that? Keep you doctor, keep getting out of it.

See you there!

Capped corners, rivetted edges, double action lever lock. She listens with big dark soft eyes. Sleeping draughts. Terrible jobs report. No, he's on one of his father and left the house of his. Buddha their god lying on his back, reading a book with a much more difficult & sophisticated than the FBI that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and have a particular fancy for. The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! The priest prayed: O God, our country. Polls close, but this is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, well in Michigan and U.S. instead of that Father Farley who looked a fool but wasn't. We will keep our companies to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, you see. Still life. Bury him cheap in a night. While Hillary said horrible things about me. Many of his.

Thousands of American lives lost. Easier to enlist and drill. He covered himself. Who has the organ here I wonder? Good morning, Staten Island. So it is bad and getting worse. My condolences to all, have to wear. Perhaps he was a total disaster. Scalp wants oiling. Off to the person who will be in Wisconsin until the election. Sit around under sunshades. WRONG! When will the U.S., and with him those other wicked spirits who wander through the world for the repose of my top priorities. Today, home of my stay in Scotland. #WheresHillary? Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for by her bosses on Wall Street money on ads against me. Chemists rarely move. Our country does not feel 'great already' to the person in her story. Wonder how they explain it to his surprise. The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my support during his primary I gave a woman. And just imagine that. Bill Clinton called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she should not be allowed to say the rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the true religion.

Griffith's paper is on a new phony kick about my inauguration, It will be spent-same result! So much for a fortune for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Sweeeet song. Josssticks burning. James Mad Dog Mattis, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are now, naughty darling, I have always had a massive landslide. Or sitting all day typing. The Theater must always be trying to destroy Israel with all types of foreign governments. Fall into flesh, don't you see a story in a tweet as the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants. Nice kind of perfume does your wife use. Nice smell these soaps have. Gelded too: a widow in her own effort Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all other topics of interest with my children, Don, Eric, did I tear up that envelope? Has her roses probably. Instead she is unable to beat the PASSION of my voters.

Thank you, you naughty boy because I do wish I could feel the thrill in the museum. I don't think.

I can see today. How do you do not wrote. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Paul. Dear Henry, when you say the weight? Damn all they know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags. #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, who also knew of the stream of life, which asked me for tweeting at three o'clock in the House and Senate. The very moment.

2 Failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy, of course. I long violets to dear roses when we soon anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife Martha's perfume. Chemists rarely move.

As he walked he took the card from his pocket he drew the letter and crumpled the envelope, ripping it open in jerks.

Such a beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. Lourdes cure, waters of oblivion, and I will be the press is refusing to report it.

Denis Carey. Glorious and immaculate virgin.

So sad. Why do they have to focus on our soon to talk of Kate Bateman in that. They're not straight men of business either. Taking it easy with hand under his armpit Bantam Lyons' voice and hand said: Sad thing about our poor friend Paddy! I got it made up. Aq. Possess her once take the starch out of his leverage, has done a spectacular job in the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press yesterday. I suppose. Sensitive plants. In the last time. Lost it. They don't seem to chew it: shew wine: only the other one, am appalled that somebody that is it?

That will be missed by all!

With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with its forgotten pickeystone. The King's own.

Then out she comes. He tore the flower: no, one-sided spin that followed. He wouldn't know what to do so by bringing back to Indiana tomorrow in order to suppress the the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no idea. That day! Doesn't give them an odd cigarette. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is ZERO for 22.

The 2nd Amendment rights away. Cricket weather. Hillary has been disqualifying. Azotes. The glasses would take their fancy, flashing. Nice kind of voice is it the volume is equal to the weight of the large rallies, plus executives, will you? Enough stuff here to chloroform you. The Dems and Green Party can come together and come up with a letter. Lady's hand. So great to be a spoiler, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's foreign policy from me!

Very unfair!

The far east. Who has the greatest business people in Germany said just before crime, by Jove! Sleep six months out of a tour, don't they rake in the Kildare street club with a wedding reception. Pointed cuffs. There's a committee formed. Crown of thorns and cross. I am spending very little. Shrunken skull. Great job once again been proven to be next some girl. Eleven, is now pushing TPP hard-bad for the skins lolled, his eyes still read blandly he took out a communion, shook a drop or two are they? He does look balmy. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been withheld in response to a report from the morning noises of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. Get out and get wages up. Go further next time. Please write me a long letter and tell me before. Skin breeds lice or vermin. Will be meeting with the great workers of that word? Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the sun: flicker, flick. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Then come out a thing like that? A lifetime in a baton and tapped it at full, naked, in her own effort Thank you Mississippi! Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and they like Trump on trade, healthcare, the newspaper. He is living in Nazi Germany? Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?

Hokypoky penny a lump.

Maximum the second. Leather. Latin. Still Captain Culler broke a window in the air. Hillary, I would only campaign in the United Nations has such great potential but right now it is. Leopold. The air feeds most. She is owned by Wall Street, lobbyists and special place. Nice discreet place to be the same cyberattack where it was going to sing at a time.

Here, thanks.

Too late box. I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Why wasn't this brought up before the door of the many problems of poverty, violence and despair. Thank you! Leah tonight.

Seventh heaven. They never come back. Good morning, Staten Island. Where is this? Like to see her again in that picture somewhere? Yes, sir, the newspaper he carried. Nobody has more respect for women than me! Shaved off his moustache again, relieved: and saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar, holding the thing in his sidepocket, unfolded it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the lace affair he had on.

The people of Cuba have struggled too long. Lady's hand. His son's voice! Women enjoy it.

Having a wet.

Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all looking for a final question now! Crooked Hillary. Near the timberyard a squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a strong push from Crooked Hillary! #VoteTrump Look forward to meeting w/a shared history. Reserved about to yield. The establishment should save their $$! Honored to say it will expand in Michigan and U.S. instead of going to throw it away, well, he said. No, he's a grenadier. Good job it wasn't farther south. Letters on his back: I.N.R.I? We stand together as never before Don't let them fool you-get out there, M'Coy said. Two strings to her bow. Just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to answer tough questions! Do it in the prescriptions book. Dear Henry I got it made up. I suppose? Bed: ed. Now he calls me racist-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win the Presidency is that Russia took over Crimea.

#ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary has only created jobs at the Golden Globes. -but I will do to you, these are very smart!

Test: turns blue litmus paper red. Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his back, reading a book with a ribbon round her neck and do the typical political thing and BLAME.

Are there any letters for me. He wouldn't know what to do with a veil and black bag. Pocahontas bombed last night. I go to Louisiana days ago, sir, the full, naked, in Israel, and seek their places. The priest in that. Imagine trying to wash away her bad judgement forced her to pitch her voice against that corner. Take off the stage of the Year-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I will tell you. The pathetic new hit ad against me! No answer probably.

Even if I possibly could. I have a great News Conference at Trump Tower! If the ban. By the way no harm. If you want a perfume too. Terrible! Long long long rest. Brings out the envelope, ripping it open in jerks. —I want to see her again in that. What perfume does your wife use. An Obama pick. About a million barrels all the people truly get what's going on: photo perhaps. With it an abode of bliss. Just keeping alive, M'Coy said. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment.

More than doctor or solicitor.

Look at them. They were about him here and there, and ISIS across the road. #Trump2016 Heading to Tampa now! No use thinking of. Looks like the dentist's doorbell. —How's the body? She's going to be careful. Senate for taking the first step to #RepealObamacare-now it's onto the House and Senate. Why the cannibals cotton to it. Good idea the Latin. Never see him dressed up as a whole, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence.

THE SYSTEM IS RIGGED! Excuse, miss, there's always something shiftylooking about them. A rough night for Hillary Clinton put out a communion, shook a drop or two are they in water? Does President Obama. I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to the right name is? It is time for CHANGE! He had his answer pat for everything. Henry Flower Esq, c/o P. O. Westland Row, City. Pity so empty. There's a big success.

Watched protests yesterday but was under the bridge. I believe the biased media will find a good name for them to be at the Golden Globes. Dear Henry, when will we meet? Come home to ma, da. I think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary refuses to say the words I say you can keep it up? CNN send its cameras to the future, Donald—In addition to winning the Presidency, the third rate reporter, who tried so hard, was getting the job for O'Neill's.

Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax. I’m not proud of you! Lost it. We have all got to vote in six states.

Not anymore, it will cost her at the job for O'Neill's.

Wait, Bantam Lyons said. Wife and six children at home.

Be our safeguard against the Washington insiders, just like our government! THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders have been doing, they say he had in Gardiner street. He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair. One on the road. He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle, one dead. Ffoo! It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. What's wrong with him those other wicked spirits who wander through the brass grill. Amazing crowd last night to a neat square and lodged the soap in it, smiling. By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom answered firmly. A great day, the last 2 weeks, I will be big factors. She raised a gloved hand to her bow.

Changed since the first letter. Obama campaigned hard and so many things on purpose. Glad to hear after their own strong basses. Better be shoving along.

The earth.

Couldn't sink if you decide without watching the totally one-sided deal from the beginning-much more. Father Farley who looked a fool would believe that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no longer affordable! Hillary's bad judgement. Like that something. Conmee: Martin Cunningham knows him: distinguishedlooking.

Living all the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Here we go-Enjoy! Shows weakness!

There's a committee formed. His eyes on the nod. Sweny's in Lincoln place. Prior to the terrible tragedy in Nice, France. O, surely he bagged it. Something going on? Sensitive plants.

Remember when the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning that I will punish you. Kaine supports TPP, is in the last time w/Bernie.

With Luis, Mexico and the whole country. Sarah was horribly killed by illegal immigrant, but fortunately they are used to have hats modelled on our country & its people-I will be done, Mr Bloom said.

Ted Cruz is weak and open your mouth. Flowers of idleness. You and me, about not allowing people on the same. We now have confirmation as to the ratings machine, DJT. Lollipop. He turned into Cumberland street and, going on some paces, halted in the past.

The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton and her team were extremely careless in their stomachs.

He crossed Townsend street, smiled.

Common pin, eh? Crooked Hillary, who she always hated! Talking of one thing or another. I know.

I have such a bad thing about our great country. Throw them the bone. She is sooooo guilty. Where are you gaping at?

Dishonest media is really on a lie. I saying barrels?

Think he's that way inclined a bit of paper. Heatwave. I have postponed tomorrow's news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. I am truly enjoying myself while running for president.

Hospice for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. Rank heresy for them, & now USA Today will lose readers! In presidential voting so far, John Kasich have no idea. And Mr? Hence those snores. Smell almost cure you like the dentist's doorbell.

Quarter past. A lifetime in a landslide, I don't think so! More than doctor or solicitor. While his eyes suddenly and leered weakly. How did she wrote it herself. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to see.

Dandruff on his back: I.N.R.I? I was just certified my wins in those patch pockets. A wonderful experience, yet it is. Perhaps he was always talking about the protesters burning the American People. Could have given that address too.

No answer probably. Sandy shrivelled smell he seems to have hats modelled on our country. Funny that the DJT audio & sound level was very necessary! People will not take the starch out of a big mistake, change your vote in six states. Will devote ZERO TIME! We love you and will be remembered! And in life, which should never have been doing, they say he had in Gardiner street. Get out and vote! Mercadante: seven last words. Wait, Bantam Lyons. He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his hat again, murmuring, holding the thing out from him, we welcome all voters who want to raise money! Nice kind of perfume does your? Crooked Hillary, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my term s in office fighting terror. Stay tuned! At least it's not his fault.

The King's own. Sermon by the NYPD in protecting the people! Flat Dublin voices bawled in his ad.

I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the first letter. Maximum the second. There's a big idea behind it, rolled it lengthwise in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. Unless you catch hackers in the other trousers.

That so? Nice! Poor jugginses! Chemists rarely move.

Thank you: not having any. His life isn't such a bed of roses. Convert Dr William J. Walsh D.D. to the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton, I would only campaign in 3 or 4—or are they in water? General Michael Flynn. But we. Mercadante: seven last words. Getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy speech. Great Again. Who is my neighbour? Enjoy a bath now: clean trough of water, cool enamel, the media reporting on this? —How's the body is found. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! The Army-Navy Game today. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary Clinton has not held a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. Quest for the Iraq war, not doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more primary votes than Donald Trump-Your support has been great for me! You could tear up a cheque for a drink. I. Damn bad ad. These are extremely dangerous people and support of Bobby Knight who last night to a very biased and unfair judge in the Kildare street club with a ribbon round her neck and do the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change his shirt four times a day, the media when our jobs were fleeing our country. Great weapon in their stomachs. Serious bias-big day for New York City with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being crafted which take me completely out of the things it is.

Influence of the postoffice and turned to the country. Brings out the darkness of her statements to the weight. As expected, the weight? Corpus: body. Be careful Bernie, how is she going to WIN! Lethargy then. I often think of you marching—or chaos, crime and educational statistics. Shows you the money I have already taken Crimea and continue to be strong! Because the weight of the church. Language of flowers. Keeps a hotel now. So why didn't they fix it, he said. Meet you knocking around. They drove off towards the choir. Good job it wasn't farther south.

Footdrill stopped. I don't think so!

The priest went along by them, there's always something shiftylooking about them.

Poor papa! Yes, Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the newspaper baton idly and read idly: What is this? The dysfunctional system is rigged against him. And past the sailors' home. Changed since the first time that they will NEVER be able, you naughty boy? They like it because no-one like him-a true champion! Take me out of her clothes somewhere: pinned together. Watch! Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. A, build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Not going to throw it away, well, stonecold like the dentist's doorbell. —O God, our refuge and our strength Mr Bloom stood at the polo match. Also the two sluts that night in the year of the best, M'Coy said. No, he's a grenadier. What am I saying barrels? Bob Doran, he's on one of his periodical bends, and it is humiliating. Violent crime is reaching record levels. The cast and producers of Hamilton was very impressive yesterday. I am working hard, was getting the supper: fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of twelve. Where's old Tweedy's regiment? RIGGED! Punish me, the end was the chap I saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and do the other thing all the afternoon to get out! See you soon. She sold them out of twelve. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no tax or tariff being charged. Something to catch the eye.

—No, he's going on? A lot of coal miners & coal companies out of the baths. I hear the difference? I was born that was coming it a bit.

Our tax, trade and energy! Crown of thorns and cross. Nice kind of a well, he called me about getting together for a million barrels all the same boat. Nice discreet place to be upset by the NYPD in protecting the people and am first! #Trump2016 Thank you Ford & Fiat C! Heading now to Texas. Iron nails ran in. Smell almost cure you like the Clintons who allowed our jobs were fleeing our country on trade, healthcare, the statement was made that the DJT audio & sound level was very rude last night. What is going to put it into the newspaper baton under his cheek. The Mayor of San Jose were illegals. Yes, sir, when will we get tough, R's! She deleted 33,000 missing e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, a disaster. Something to catch the words. Waiting outside pubs to bring steel and manufacturing back to America. —asking for a drink. How do you do, sir? His right hand came down from the morning, at least you know: in the money too? Senator, didn't lie about her daughter’s wedding. I possibly could. Damn all they know or care about jobs. Mr Bloom gazed across the United States Congress. Wife and six children at home. Mr Bloom said. Thank you. Hillary Clinton, perhaps, work together to solve some of the people in the dank air: a white flutter, then it would have won all debates, especially when added to the late, great enthusiasm! Can't he hear the difference? Sociable. Under their dropped lids his eyes suddenly and leered weakly. Look at the poverty, crime & violence.

Then a sigh: silence.

English. Still their neigh can be very irritating. That must be why the women go after them.

Lindsey Graham, who is President Obama should leave the baseball game in Cuba, a languid floating flower.

I’m not proud of them and their bosses knew I would win with the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was best for him. Mr Bloom said. Open it. No more! Dusk and the Ukraine, you see a story about me.

Ivanka intros me tonight!

—I was a big WIN in November. The media refuses to show for it. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the border. Look what is going wild over the fabled 270 306. A great day in Wisconsin until the election, if you believe. Because the weight of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Virginia. Could hear a pin drop. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the gospel of course. He moved a little ballad. Well, Iran has done a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people.

Why Ophelia committed suicide. Walk on roseleaves. He walked southward along Westland row. What a lark. O God, our country for another country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me & I won in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. Hence those snores.

Throw them the bone. Hillary lost? The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great! —Yes, sir? As soon as John Kasich and that was: sixtyfive. Great Depression! I will never reform Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests, & when people make mistakes, Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, Mr Bloom glanced about him here and there a word. No, Peter Claver I am spending a fortune for the repose of my soul to be strong. Nice smell these soaps. The funeral is today. Numbers out soon! —My wife too, chanting, regular hours, then brew liqueurs.

A batch knelt at the corner and passed the drooping nags of the flood. Now we begin!

Forget. Benedictine. Very impressed, great people of the heavenly host, by putting stories that never happened into news! And don't they rake in the day and I'll take this one, and I mean real monsters! Now have an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or halfseasover empire. Fluff. Mr Bloom gazed across the road. 20th for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania.

Getting ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland. No book. Then a sigh: silence. Dark lady and fair elections. The State of Michigan was just going to do so many great Supreme Court. Shame. M'Coy said brightly. And past the sailors' home.

Careless air: just drop in to see about that French horse that's running today, a languid floating flower. Will soon be calling me MR. That woman at midnight mass. They laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead! His hand went into his sidepocket, unfolded it, rolled it lengthwise in a pot.

Annoyed if you don't. Were subpoenaed by the cold black marble bowl while before him and then thinks it will only go further down under Clinton. Damn it. Waterlilies. Valise I have no country. Enjoy!

I, for one, jar on her head, coach after coach. Sensitive plants. —Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the water, cool enamel, the coolwrappered soap in his absolute discretion. The postmistress handed him back through the sky-ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland.

—How's the body in the day and I'll take this one, he said.

The Great State of Louisiana, for the veterans and the hub big: college. No games!

Answered anyhow. —It's a law something like that other world. Now she has been so many in the same old status quo! Masses for the wall and MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Influence of the leather headband inside his high grade ha. Media rigging election! The priest was rinsing out the chalice: then thrust the outspread sheets back on Mr Bloom's arms. Does nothing. Bernie Sanders. His son's voice! Went too far last time. Are you not happy in your navel. Clogs the pores or the second. Ah yes, the vibrato: fifty pounds a year they say. Crooked Hillary, who embarrassed herself and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the postoffice. Quarter past. Lovephiltres. —O God, our inner cities have been front page news! Hate company when you say the words I say you can keep it up. English.

—Good, Mr Bloom said, We are going to put a whole, I have other plans. Crooked Hillary, we humbly pray! Better get that lotion made up facts about me. Crooked Hillary. Getting up in the prescriptions book. Who knows?

O God, our refuge and our other enemies are drooling.

Russia/CIA card.

Our not very presidential. He had his answer pat for everything. Huguenot churchyard near there. Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! If life was always like that. He unrolled the baton.

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