#HOW DOES ONE NOE DIE FROM IT

[briebysabs]

I’m so glad Domi brought this up bc one of Noe’s main character flaws is his recklessness. His straightforward thinking can cause him to have tunnel vision and completely forget his own self. Bc of that some ppl have mischaracterized him as having little intelligence.

But we see that clearly isn’t the case, Noé can think on his feet, observe, and learn from his environment quickly. Noé is very emotionally intelligent otherwise how would he deal with Vanitas on a constant basis? How would he comfort and assure Domi, befriend Roland, inspire Jean-Jacques? But while his reckless nature can be endearing at times, it’s also very concerning. There are several things Noé has done that, from a certain angle, looks kinda crazy. And to me, this all boils down to the fact that Noé does not consider himself in the equation. Him seeing himself as strong or unkillable isn’t from pride or naivety, it’s complete lack of awareness towards himself.

Because Noé doesn’t see himself as a person.

And when you follow that thread, a lot makes sense. His fear of being an Archiviste, the disgust he had when there’s some relief that Louis didn’t kill him, being kidnapped and treated like an object for who knows how long. Teacher calling him “mon chaton” and raising Noé like a fucking pet. Not telling people of his past. And this is what we know of. Noe acts like he doesn’t have an identity, he exists for others, for memories, as a weapon, as a “saviour”. Noé hasn’t realized that he is a person whose feelings are valid, who isn’t a machine and can die or fail, his life matters just as much as the people he cares about.

#les memoires de vanitas #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #vnc manga #jun mochizuki #noe archiviste #vnc #noé #I love him literally my fav character of all time #so well-written #manga #SOMEONE HUG HIM PLEASE #copied from twt #Noé deserves the world #character breakdown

[mlmshipbracket]

ROUND ONE: POLL #14

ROUND 1 ALL POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Noe Archiviste/Vanitas:

light spoilers for the main plot + the quotes are pretty meaningful so they count as spoilers too ig

they were made for each other, literally. When they first met, the first thing they did was fighting. hell, noe even said he didn't like vanitas as a person. they're a human and a vampire. they're almost always together, and their relationship grows gradually and in a very beautiful way, at least to me.

vanitas, who despises himself to the point of pushing away everybody, starts letting himself go with noe, who believes in him, and quite literally said he'll never leave him alone (as vanitas' concept of freedom is being alone). ah also they're doomed. since the first ever chapter, noe says that he will kill vanitas with his own hands, and the whole series is narrated by (future) noe's pov. in fact all the chapters are called "mémoire" and each have a title. 

idk if it counts, but i'll leave here some quotes from both of them.

vanitas:

“I have absolutely no interest in the sort of person who would fall for me.” + "It’s revolting! The thought of someone falling for a person like me…” 

“…Why… can’t I… kill… Why!? Wh… why…?” [referred to noe]

“If I— …get to choose how I die… If I can… wish, then… If I’m going to be killed I want Noé to do it.”

noe:

“That… was the beginning. This is… the tale of how I met Vanitas… and how we walked together… Of all we gained… and lost… And of how… at the end of that journey… I would kill him with my own two hands.”

“He’s bad-tempered. He always does whatever he wants, arbitrarily. He doesn’t care whether he gets hurt but he can’t abide others getting hurt for his sake. He tries to isolate himself by pushing everyone away. —I see. When he says ‘free’… does he mean ‘alone’?”

“My name is Noé!!! I am not ‘that Vampire’!!!! Listen to me, Vanitas. I refuse to be what you want me to be. I will never set you ‘free’!!!”

Elim Garak/Julian Bashir:

The actors both consider the ship to be canon and have actually preformed fanfiction with the characters as a couple before. It called "Little Achievements" and it's posted on Sid City's YouTube page.

Andrew Robinson (who played Garak) has straight up said that multiple of his lines were delivered with romantic intent.

#noe archiviste #vanitas #noe archiviste/vanitas #vanitas no carte #vanoe #elim garak #julian bashir #elim garak/julian bashir #gashir #star trek deep space nine #tumblr poll #tumblr bracket #mlm ship #mlm ship poll #mlm ship bracket #mlm ship bracket tournament #mlm ship bracket 2023 #mlm ship bracket tournament 2023 #thirdr1

[kokusfluffyhair]

When They Get Sick

Ramblings on some of my favourite boys for the sake of being able to write this, demons can get sick

Kokushibou + He goes through his daily routine as if nothing is wrong + Will not take medicine because he thinks he can push through the illness without it + Ends up making himself sicker because he refuses to rest (but he does get in some sword practice) + He will treat himself to a long, hot bath though + He doesn't get you sick

Muzan + Panics, but tries to hide it + Becomes very demanding and nasty + Thinks he will die + Threatens to kill you if this disease does him in + Might stab you with a knife, so best to leave some medicine for him and wait for him to get better + He doesn't get you sick

Gyutaro + He will not isolate himself + Complains a lot + Leaves used tissues all over the place + Gags on something like cough syrup because he thinks it tastes horrible + Gets you sick + Takes care of you after when you're sick but he calls you weak and pathetic all the time thanks Gyutaro

Tahomaru + Sneezes a lot + Wants to cuddle with you and watch movies, but also doesn't want to get you sick so he suffers alone + Falls even more in love with you when you bring him some hot tea + Is afraid he'll make you sick + Takes whatever medicine that will put him to sleep + He doesn't get you sick

Hyakkimaru + Gets that pouty face like he did when he got his hearing back and everything was too loud for him + It's hard to keep him resting so he'll end up doing stuff anyway even though he's sick af + Goes out to hunt demons or something and then passes out + You have to tie him to the bed + He gets you sick and feels bad about it after + He doesn't know really how to help you when you're sick but he tries his best because he's such a sweetie

Daigo Kagemitsu + Big mf baby + Says he's not sick one moment and claims he's dying the next + Is too stubborn to take medicine + Is really annoying because he's always calling for you + You give him alcohol to knock him out + He gets you sick and then denies that you caught it from him + He cares for you when you're sick but doesn't talk to you + He knows he got you sick and is embarrassed/sorry but he will never say it so he gives you the silent treatment

Vanitas + Tries to hide from you + He's kind of embarrassed about being sick + He doesn't want you to see him at his worst + Mumbles and grumbles to himself a lot + Refuses to take medicine + You don't hear anything from him so you have to check up on him once or twice a day and he yells at you to leave him alone + Doesn't get you sick

Noe + He's a good boy + He does anything you suggest for him -- soup, a hot bath, tea with honey, medicine, you name it + You get him some tarte tatin and he almost cries of joy + Gets you sick -- you care so much for him and because he's so cooperative you spend more time around his sick ass than you should + He becomes your nursemaid when you're sick

#random headcanons #kokushibo #muzan #gyutaro #demon slayer #dororo #tahomaru #hyakkimaru #daigo kagemitsu #vnc #vanitas no carte #vanitas #noe archiviste

[beanyboobee]

Random theories of mine:

1. What were the Archvisites?

2. Teachers out here scheming

3. How does vanitas die?

What were Archvisties to vampire society? I keep wondering that because I find it so curious how so very few people actually know what they are, and the only ones we have seen who know right away are count orlock, chloe and Ruthvan, all high ups in vampire society, while those of lower status, aka count Orlocks servents, Jean Jacqes, didn't know until they were told.

Surely if Archivistes were well known their massacre would still be remembered as it wasn't that long ago [if we go by Noes age] but yet the servent of Orlocks who does know what an Archvisite is, refers to the massacre as happening 'long ago'

Concidering how long some vampires live, isnt it odd for them to refer to something not even 20 years old as a long time ago ?

We also know Archvisites are differant to regular vampires, as Dominique claimed vanitas wanted to use noe for his unique abilities, (abilities not just ability to see memories), how it (presumably) took longer for chloes potion to kick on for him

Not to mwntion- SPOILER FOR THE LATEST CHAPTER CHAPTER 61

how Noe is already starting to recall what Ruthvan did to him, which shouldn't be possiable if Ruthvan is more powerful than him.

Moving into another theory that I mentioned before but I keep finding more and more proof for,

I think EVERYTHING since the beginning has been planned by teacher, everything, not just the small things. From him just os happening to find noe at an auction, as far as we know the teacher didn't have any others in the mansion so he just so happend to go to a human auction and find the last remaining archvisite? As we know noe added that the vampires who kidnapped hom mistook him for a human?

It was almost as if Noe was the main peice of the story the teacher wanted to see play out. Not to mention in Domiques first appearance she says this-

Who told her where Noe was? Realistically how would anyone know that Noe was with count Orlock? Unless count orlock told someone and it got passed on? But the only person who knew noe was in Paris was the teacher.

The teacher sending a letter to count orlock with Noes full name and asking him to help Noe with anything he needs is also weirdly suspicious because there was no need to give out Noes full name unless he knew the effect it would have.

I am also of the mindset that everything happening is a timeloop, of this situation has played out time and time again, from the conversation lady Archvisitie and the teacher have in Chapter [ 58]

That his excitement at Noe coming with him, "Yes I am having fun because you came with me" implying Noe had a choice not to come, and as we know Teacher loves throwing around the word "choice" an awful lott.

If it is true abiut this being a time loop or some sort of time shenanigans, Noe could be the slightly differant thing Lady Archvisite and Teacher discussed in chapter [58 and 59 ]

One small "choice" can change the entire direction of a story after all.

Also final theory, Vanitas Dies by Noe not grabbing his hand when crossing the portal, I'm still of the mind the story will end with Atlus crumbling. And Vanitas will be trapped in the middle world because Noe didn't grab his hand. Why? Simple, I like to think this scene is foreshadowing

Noe keeps moving between saying- he killed vanitas by his own hand, and, he regrets not grabbing his hand that day, the death of vanitas won't be this big and major gruesome thing like we are led to beleive but rather him being stuck in a void, as it would also explain vanitas saying this during his 'death'

As we know Noe is an unreliable narrator, he blames himself for alott of things that happend, and tends to overexagerate how much of a part he played in the tragedy, as we can see during the whole Louis situation, he holds alott of regret and blames himself for it to the point even years later Domi has to remind him it wasn't his fault, so by him saying he killed Vanitas by his own two hands, it could be something as simple as him- being unable to catch vanitas in time. Or hesitating before holding onto him because Vanitas might of been the to let go.

There was enough of time between Vanitas dying and Noe somehow being the cause of it, for Vanitas to give him the reassurance that he won't die that he just won't be apart of this world,

It could of been said in a similar fashion to how Jean jauqes forced Noe to drink his blood so someone would remember hom and chloe, because if we think about it in that sense. He could of meant he won't die because Now will always be around to remember.

Making Vanitas a figure similar to the shapeless one or lady archvisite; who mainly seem to operate and live in the between world.

#myart #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas #vanitas anime #vanitas no carte manga #vanoe #vanoe fanfic #memoir of vanitas #les memoires de vanitas

[phlurrii]

I had this huge timeline ask typed out and Tumblr just nuked it because I'm on mobile. So here's attempt number two I guess 😭 I love me a good timeline mystery so don't mind me going nuts over here.

So I placed Qari's birth and tumble into time closer to the Mass Extinction Event because Qari was born 11 million years ago. You also said the Neck Axe Incident was a bit before the Mass Extinction Event as well. I placed Arceus birthing a new Palkia right after OG Palkia died because I can't see Arceus waiting too long to create a new replacement. They seem all too ready to make 'back-up plans' the moment something goes wrong after all. I do wonder if Qari slipping into time has anything to do with Palkia seeing how 1) their power is time based and 2) there's gotta be a reason Noe went after Palkia to the point where they actually killed them. They're over here holding back Giratina and Dialga just so they won't get in the way of them smiting this dude. There's no way they weren't involved.

(At least I hope they were. It'd be real fucked up if he smited the god of time and it wasn't even the right person💀)

As for the numbered stuff, that's the stuff I really want to babble and theorize about because they deal with Noe.

It's been pointed out several times that Noe's neck has a kink in it in the same place Meau was hit with the axe. I theorize this moment is when Noe went from just being a shadow to being something physical due to whatever happens when/after the axe comes down. I say this because Meau has only seen Noe's shiny form for a short amount of time before it seems to have faded and dulled yet Meau has talked to and seen Noe before this point. We saw her talking to them in the shadow form when she was younger, and 89 million years give or take is definitely not a 'short amount of time'. So far we have only seen this shiny form during the Smiting of Palkia which is after the Neck Axe Incident so I feel a bit confident in my placement of events.

I do wonder though when Noe got the ghost typing. It would make sense if it happened with the axe incident because there's no way someone didn't die there, but could it have been placed on them after the Palkia incident? Could that be why they faded? I'm terrified Tumblr is gonna smite my ask again so I'm ending it here 💀

OOO… o o o o o o there are things in here I’m not legally allowed to answer yeeeeeet…. But OOOO.

It’s very interesting you point out that shadow thing… very interesting, haven’t seen a lot of folks discuss that one X3

As for Qari’s birth placement, while that may or may not be the covered up text, it certainly does happen within that area. However, the time falling it a bit further out, Qari is under 3-4 months when lil goober falls through the time stream ;3

As for the ghost typing… that is a MIX of things happening. However, I’d say focus on the why of ghost typing, sure death is an easy way out to explain it… but what else could it have been made for?

#very #VERY GOOD THEORY #absolutely SCRUMPTIOUS. #ask #ancient mew #council of theorists #symbio ratio #Missingno. #Qari #one thing I’m surprised to see though #is not one’s wonder why the mass extinction happened #;3

[thewickedkat]

i can't help but think that some folks were expecting...less humane more hubristic PCs here. not that the hubris isn't present (because it very much is; all of our characters see events in terms of themselves first and foremost and think of how the world affects them; yes, even Zerxus), but i think some were expecting to see the grandiose, sweeping arrogance emblematic of many wizards in d&d.

instead, they're just folk. granted, they're incredibly powerful, inherently magical and wondrous folk, with the equivalent of bottomless money at their fingertips, but still. just...people. who have no idea of what is coming. and why should they? everyone's focus is narrowed to the realm of their own experience and interpretation: Laerryn is cock-a-hoop with glee at the possibility of...doing whatever she's been faffing about with? Loquatius is focused on branding and networking and keeping his monopoly on news locked down. Patia is neck-deep in wizard guild dramacide. Nydas is busy being a hypercapitalist. Cerrit and Zerxus, to be honest, are the only two of the party who can start to see how pieces of this Rube Goldberg Apocalypse Engine go together--but even then, they don't see what we the audience sees (esp those of us who have been picking up on the lil easter eggs laid out). they don't know that they don't have all the pieces, they don't know what they don't know--and why should they? when a catastrophe is unfolding, we only see all the pieces in the aftermath. and we point and say 'o noes how could they not See' well because when you're so close to it, it looks just like any other day. a day with quirks, sure, but just another day ending in -Y.

and we did not expect the families of our players. sure, there's a shared history amongst them all, but families? loved ones? kids? i remember when people were shocked in C2 when Veth revealed she had a husband and a child. suddenly the stakes are more real. actions will have consequences outside of the party.

all of those children bouncing through Avalir will die. all of them. Brennan knows this and is reminding us every chance he gets. that man does not fuck around. he understands the stakes, what can happen in catastrophes and wars, and he sure as shit groks what a god is to a mortal.

i do not think our PCs understand what a god really is--look at how their society views the Matron of Ravens! as if ascension to godhood, divinity, apotheosis is just something you do before afternoon tea! like it ain't no thang! and their society, like it or not, does influence how they perceive things around them: exhibit A, how Purvan was 'welcomed' and treated. i mean--fuck, i am a dyed-in-the-wool Agnostic to hell and back, but if someone came round and was introduced to be a Champion-with-a-capital-C of a god? i might not believe but i sure as shit wouldn't be rude about it! at least have some fucking manners, rich tit wizards! cos that's just tempting fate!

someone else here on tumblr (forgive me, i read much good cronchy meta last night before sleep and i can't remember who wrote it, apologies) mentioned that disconnect between the gods and the citizenry of Avalir. that (and i'm paraphrasing) the gods are just basically seen as...mortal plus. mortal with spice. and i think that person was bang-on accurate in that assessment: there's anthropomorphising your deities in order to make them seem less Awesome, less terrifying; and then there's making them more like us so that we could tear them from the heavens. to make them killable. both aspects can be dangerous. especially in d&d because the gods have teeth (so to speak), and actively participate in the Prime Material plane. member that whole parable about being welcoming to strangers, in case they're an angel or god in disguise? d&d gods are like that but moreso. and i think the citizens of Avalir do not see that. at all.

as for the Betrayer Gods and the whole 'whom were they betraying?' well. we do know that history is indeed written by the winners--or, in this case, those on the ground who survived and had any context whatsoever for what City life was like--and we also know that villains seldom see themselves as the Bad Guys. they might know that others see them as Bad and Not-Good and Big Big Meany Dookyheads--but themselves? seldom. they have reasons, justifications, through-lines of logic to explain why they are doing what they do (monster-logic but logic nonetheless). it doesn't matter if their contemporaries agree with them, much less mortals. i do not think there's going to be a woobification of the Betrayer Gods (and i wouldn't want one, either; sometimes we just need villains who are villains and we don't always need to soften their jagged edges, thanks), but if we get a supplemental narrative for what their angle is on this whole CalamityFest is? i'm down.

i will probably have more pointless rambles as this miniseries progresses, but so far i am enjoying the ever-loving shit out of it. last night was a roller coaster of me being riveted, flapping around like a wounded duck, and screeching gleefully into cushions so as not to wake my partner. and i can't wait for more.

#critical role #cr spoilers #exu spoilers #exu: calamity

[friedwizardwhispers]

Vnc is a memoire, a case study (in universe I mean) so technically all of what we are reading is from Noe's point of view, right ? With sources from other people still alive when he is not present in the scenes we assume.

So, I was thinking of chapter 58 and I think it's easy to see how he got Astolfo's backstory considering Roland and Olivier are his friends (or friend ish for Olivier) but how did he get the conversation between the new Archivist and teacher ? It does imply that one of them told him later, right ? I don't know about you but I can't see him ever be on civil terms with Teacher again but maybe that's just me (also I think Teacher will probably die before the end of the story anyway). So does that mean we might get the new Archivist as an ally and not an antagonist ?

#vnc #vanitas no carte #les memoires de vanitas #the case study of vanitas #noé archiviste #astolfo

[scintillyyy]

but what if reverse robins but lots of things stay the same

we start with damian wayne, bruce's age is *mumblemumble* to make this work. batman is working on his own and then talia just randomly drops him off one day and he insists on helping out as it is his birthright, becoming batman's partner robin.

things get tense as eventually he gets fatally injured and subsequently gets resurrected (we'll go with right away, by his mother), this causing a chasm between the him and bruce and causing bruce to lash out for damian's safety and fire him, causing damian to leave to his teen titans and find his own name, away from his father

bruce is sulky and sad that he pushes away everyone he loves when he finds a girl who is trying to DIY vigilante-ism going after her father, cluemaster. bruce, having learned nothing from his past mistakes, takes her under his wing as the new robin, in part to upset damian. this upsets damian greatly at first, although he eventually comes around.

bruce being bruce, however is controlling and paranoid after damian's death and resurrection and is quite dismissive of the girl. stephanie, being quite upset at this treatment goes out on her own to prove herself, getting ensared by black mask in the process. he tortures and seemingly kills her.

(she doesn't get sexually tortured, though, ew dc)

bruce goes on a rampage in his guilt, hitting harder and showing no concern for himself

tim drake, local batman and robin fanboy decides someone needs to intervene. he goes and finds damian wayne in an attempt to get damian to go back as robin, because batman needs someone there to hold him back.

damian says absolutely not, my father and i can't work together like we used to, things are different now. he doesn't like tim, necessarily, but eventually develops a grudging respect for him at his tenacity and faith that robin needs to be a thing. he eventually okays the transfer of robin to tim and helps to convince bruce to take on a robin again

tim gets lots and lots and lots of training to make sure he's as safe as possible. steph is a precautionary tale.

something something prodigal with damian and tim half baked idea utterly hilarious to me

tim and damian don't have the dick and tim dynamic but they settle into fondness and snarky comments about the other but still would 100% die for the other in a heartbeat

and maybe they bond over issues with their dads y'know?

anyways jack finds out and tim has to quit as robin!! oh noes

bruce deals with this in the most bruce way possible: by finding a kid jacking tires off his car and making him robin

unfortunately, this kid gets killed by the joker. tim returns, angry at bruce over everything that just happened, but the anger won't last long because immediately after this tim's dad dies and kind of overshadows everything else.

meanwhile, stephanie, having faked her death, comes back and is pissed because not only was she replaced right away, bruce seems to be putting much more care and thought into training tim

after she finds out she goes to the league of assassins to learn how to best get revenge on batman. she comes back and takes over black mask's gang and becomes the new black mask and yadda yadda yadda

anyways one year later, tim gets adopted (damian will never admit it, but this pleases him), and then bruce goes to the circus and meets dick grayson, only for his parents to fall and die and bruce immediately takes him in

which causes tim some insecurity because his place in the family seems so new

but unlike the super tense initial tim and damian relationship, every dick and tim brotherhood needs a healthy dose of hero worship

see, dick remembers very clearly the time that his parents won tickets to a baseball game from a charity event hosted by drake industries and it was a *big* deal. he got to meet tim there and ~take a picture together~ and he's just in awe of meeting him again

at some point jason gets resurrected. does he join steph?? maybe he settles into a role under oracle, the two brought together by their respective experiences with the joker

anyways bruce dies in final crisis. damian must take up the cowl. he chooses dick to be his robin because really, drake, i respect your abilities so much you are ready to spread your wings and fly now

tim then effs off to go find bruce in the time stream.

anyways he finds bruce, comes back, and settles into his role as red robin, mentor and big brother figure to robin. they complain about damian together, go train surfing, and push each other off buildings.

something something the end

#has this been done before??? prob yes. who knows. #this is full of half baked ideas #it should never happen #anyways i hate all incarnations of joker junior tyvm. tim's fate in all worlds is emotional support robin okay. #i feel like steph gets the short end of the stick here forreal

[good7luck]

VNC non-animated manga latest chapter 58 spoilers

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* my personal, negative vent

as the continuation of my previous vent against some fan reactions: “Noe is terrible because he cares about Tarte Tatin more than Domi”.

* but I ended up talking about Jeanne a lot lol

(more under the cut)

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* I’m sorry I might be overreacting to some very small minority in the fandom, and also sorry I couldn’t write things nicely and shorter in general.

* I myself sincerely hope this would be my last petty complaints in regards to this (Noe/Domi) matter, for real OTL

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Ch 55(.5): *shows Noe/Vani (the main protagonists) reconciliation in detail*

Ch 56-57: *shows Noe/Vani conversation, including Tarte Tatin*

Some people about ch 56-57: Noe himself witnessed his childhood friend Domi jumping to die, and yet now he’s smiling at Tarte Tatin, not actively trying to go talk to Domi right away! Is Vani / Tarte Tatin thaaaaat important? Besides, why does Noe not demand an apology from Vani for insulting suicidal Domi?? What a biased selfish jerk, he doesn’t really love her!! Poor Domi deserves better!!!

Jeanne in ch 56-57: *herself witnessed her love interest Vani getting badly injured by Noe, and yet now she’s talking to Domi forever, not taking care of the physically wounded weak human patient Vani*

Jeanne in ch 58: *smiles at Domi and/or Vani and just leaves right away, not actively trying to go talk to Vani, not demanding an explanation or apology from Noe for hurting her beloved Vani*

Me: Ummm ~~according to their logic uwu~~, I guess now Jeanne is a biased selfish jerk who cares about Domi more than her intense love Vani? Is Domi thaaaaat important?? Jeanne is so terrible, she doesn’t really love him!! Poor Vani deserves better??? Can I say these now--

The SAME people about ch 58: Wow, why does MJ-sensei hate Jeanne so much? Why no long romantic Vani/Jeanne reunion scene?? Why not showing Domi/Jeanne conversation in detail??? Terrible writing choices! I’m sorry Jeanne, the author hates you T^T Jeanne did nothing wrong, I love you no matter how badly (mis)treated by the author!!

Me: So...it’s just that, they love Jeanne and Domi more than Noe and Vani (which is not wrong itself, but), and they simply decided to fully blame and demonize Noe at first (and only him, somehow lol) for the lack(?) of Domi and Jeanne? idk lol ://

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Them, possibly: M-Maybe Jeanne already talked to Vani before the Noe/Vani roof scene! Unlike Noe!!

Me: In ch 58, when Domi finally came out of the room, Vani immediately became a blushing mess and tried to run away from Jeanne (who wasn’t actually there XD), remembering some sweet moments of her. No offence but...I believe SUCH dramatic reactions from him highly imply that Vani/Jeanne have never properly talked yet since Vani/Noe got attacked by Shapeless One, oops ^^;;; Vani is feeling awkward and acting awkward (similar to that day when he asked Roland/Olivier for some love advice) because...he still doesn’t really know how to be around Jeanne...because they haven’t seriously interacted yet, much less two of them...I think?

Besides,

to be petty, not pretty lol,

it seems they don’t believe Noe worried about Domi even in his mind off-screen because there was no(?) such explicit panel of Noe screaming, crying, throwing up for Domi after he woke up at the hotel. Then, ~~similarly~~, no reason to blindly believe Jeanne in fact earnestly took care of Vani, much less for hours, before Domi/Jeanne secret conversation started, either lol :/ Come to think of it...there was no panel of Jeanne screaming, crying, throwing up for severely injured Vani at the hotel, so it must be that she doesn’t worry about his wounds anymore now, even if Vani is supposed to be her important person uwu!! ://

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Noe: *gets distracted by Tarte Tatin made by Vani, staying near Domi’s location*

Them: How dare he allows himself to get excited, when Domi is suicidal right there. He should’ve only think about Domi now, no one else, nothing else! No more stupid Tarte Tatin!!! He loves Vani, sure, but it shows he totally forgot about Domi and doesn’t take her seriously. How insensitive he is, ugh.

Noe: *gets distracted by JJ/Chloe guided by Dante, getting far away from Domi’s location*

Them: JJ!!! Chloe!!! Wait, why must JJ/Chloe leave now??? They should’ve stayed longer! They should’ve seen Jeanne, too!! Why does MJ-sensei not allow them to meet now?? Poor Jeanne, poor Chloe... We need more of JJ/Chloe!!! We need more of Dante as well!!! There’re still not enough of them!!! Did Chloe meet some other Archiviste person before? It’s a shame JJ/Chloe already left, and Noe missed them ;_; And...oh well, Noe got distracted by cursed Tarte Tatin again, ew. God forbid Tarte Tatin,.plz...

Sorry to repeat, but this will never not funny to me lol I guess this contradiction happened because they love JJ/Chloe/Dante/Jeanne more than Domi/Noe/Vani? idk uwu ://

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*sighs*

I don’t necessarily mind seeing people complain about MJ-sensei’s writings or her characters in various ways. But it still depends, within limits.

In this case, I thought Noe was getting falsely accused too much in malice (before ch 58). Now ch 58 is out, and apparently the same people wouldn’t apply their ~~strict~~ standard(s) to Jeanne at all, rather quickly blaming that MJ-sensei must’ve abandoned(??) Jeanne... It’s not that I can’t understand character W fans would always crave for character W related canon contents, but...asdfghjkl

I suppose they forgot that the entire Amusement Park arc was never Jeanne-centric in the first place, and that MJ-sensei still gave Jeanne the MVP hero role who directly and indirectly saved everyone from the hopeless mess...

Not to mention Jeanne already has gotten a LOT of screentime and backstories so far, maybe even the most, except the main protagonists Vani/Noe. Domi’s backstories got revealed firstly thanks to Noe remembering his past in the early Bal Masque arc, and just recently in the Amusement Park arc.

Jeanne has appeared in almost every arc, compared to Luca, Ruthven, Loki, Dante, Amelia, Murr, and so on ^^;;; Even between the Jeanne/Chloe/JJ-centric Gevaudan arc and the Domi/Misha-centric Amusement Park arc, Jeanne still got her long, solid screentime (in regards to her Vani love).

Luca appeared very early, together with Jeanne, but he’s still forever waiting for his own (long) screentime XD In addition, the new arc started with “Archiviste” and “Chasseur”, sure, but I believe Luca’s ceremony is coming soon, too. More Luca inevitably means more Jeanne as well...so, no, Jeanne won’t be ignored! Also, the royal knight Domi would definitely appear, too!

I get that the hiatus was painfully long and recent chapters had been so short, but please don’t be too pessimistic XD

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At first, I didn’t mean to write about Jeanne this much at all tbh when this post was originally about the Noe/Domi matter, but it happened XD Not that I’m complaining, it was surprisingly a good chance for me to think about her in detail, kinda :P

I was happy to see Noe hugging Domi tight and both being adorable cute in ch 58 ;w; The panels deserved to be much bigger ;v; It’s so beautiful that I could watch it for 5 hours uwu [insert the meme] XD

However, I was also sad and annoyed to unconsciously think “Now those people will finally stop accusing Noe and be quiet, hopefully” and feel “relieved” :((( *sighs* I really hope my fun and my Noe/Domi wouldn’t get ruined next time...OTL

I sincerely wouldn’t have minded seeing a lot of Noe/Domi/Jeanne/Vani scenes and conversations in detail, as the fandom wanted. But MJ-sensei didn’t show them so much, and I know many people don’t like it (and I don’t particularly blame them ^^;).

I personally don’t have a problem with the lack(?) of their intimate moments, maybe because my top fear had always been “Domi having to leave super quickly asap (again), like a gag” and the fandom exploding in anger XD Even other than this, I just didn’t expect to see “many” interactions of them...because MJ-sensei didn’t make such scenes before the long hiatus and she already published volume 10 at that time, wrapping up the Amusement Park arc “cleanly” that way.

I mean, I personally feel if MJ-sensei genuinely intended to put them there, she would’ve already included them within volume 10...but she didn’t. Vol 10 ends with chapter 56 (except the bonus pages), and the next vol 11 will start from ch 57. Ch 57 has JJ/Noe conversation about Archiviste AND the new Archiviste girl first appearance. So I suppose MJ-sensei really really wanted to make sure vol 11 clearly starts with Archiviste topic, more than anything else.

In any case, I guess I was quite lucky to have had low expectations on detailed “afterwards” scenes of the four haha Of course, I’d gladly enjoy them if MJ-sensei decides to show them at some point in the future :D

PS.

Will we...get to see Noe actually eating Vani’s Tarte Tatin on-screen...? I mean...he didn’t eat any of it yet, cuz Domi was out and Noe immediately stopped caring about Tarte Tatin, unlike those accusations lol Somehow, I...don’t have “high” hopes on this, either, even if I ship Noe/Vani, ooops...XDDD If we don’t get the scene for real, then I sure hope those people (who accused Noe) would apologize to Noe and Noe/Vani shippers in some form (of Tarte Tatin? XDD) lol uwu :’)))))

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Thank you for reading my long, incoherent ramblings and personal opinions!

#vnc spoilers #vanitas no carte spoilers #vanitas no carte #vnc #vanitas no shuki #les memoires de vanitas #the case study of vanitas #memoir of vanitas #not tagging anyone #not tagging shipname #good7luck

[emily-nightray]

Problems I Have With VnC

Spoiler heavy so find it under the cut.

Amusement Park aftermath

As someone who went to a public school in the US, I have seen my fair share of petty fights and how people make up after them. Vanitas and Noe nearly killed each other and yet they made up like US high school students.

"Dude, I'm sorry about that."

"Yeah. Me, too."

BEST FRIENDS AGAIN!

There wasn't an in depth conversation about it. It seemed to just be brushed off. So much should have been said and yet it wasn't.

2. Where is Misha?

Misha is obviously very dangerous. He has one of the books and has Teacher using him. He wants to bring Luna back from the dead and believes he's able to do so. He's brainwashed Domi and almost caused at least one death.

Why did they just let him go? Misha didn't need to become a new member of the main cast, but where is he? Capture him. Send him to child jail. Do something. You shouldn't let this crazy teenager run around unsupervised.

3. Plot going off course

After the hiatus finished, it seems like VnC just went everywhere. We get Astolfo's full backstory. We did not need that. Introduce new characters some other time.

We have Lady Archiviste for some reason. Then we see her and Teacher tell us Astolfo's story. Why do they even know it and why do we care?

Now we're going with the dhams. Oh now we see Lady Archiviste is here because she's Marquis Machina. Crazy. Wild. Annoying. That isn't needed. What does this do? Why are we going into a minor thing with the dhams? This is not helping Vani die.

4. Arcs seem to not matter much

The entire arc with Chloe and Jean-Jacques seems to be in the background. We learned important things but it seems like it didn't truly matter. Chloe and JJ have disappeared and no one talks about it really. Bring them back and it will fall into place.

5. Lady Archiviste

I cannot begin to explain how much I loathe the "Last of their kind" trope being ruined by "Surprise! Another one is alive!" No. We don't need that. Or show it later on. It's so pointless. Hopefully this doesn't happen again.

And why did Noe see her and then just not do anything? They saw each other. Noe was surprised. He said nothing. He did nothing. Unless he saw her in the future after the events with the dhams are finished taking place, it was stupid for them to see each other. Do something with that.

6. I feel like we're going nowhere

It's been nine years and I feel like we've gotten nowhere. I've read a manga that was 18 chapters. It wrapped everything up in 18 chapters while still being interesting. How have we gone nowhere in nine years?

There are many, many more, but these are the main issues I'm having now. After the hiatus, I feel like this just went downhill.

#vanitas no carte #vanitas no carte spoilers #vnc spoilers

[arabian-bloodstream]

The fandom has become so toxic these days. People are attacking each other online just because they don’t support the one team they are rooting for and honestly I expected that but one thing I dislike the most is that they insult the actors, calling them ugly etc (especially Matt Smith people make viral tweets about how ugly they think he is all the time) it’s just ridiculous. I mean if you dislike the character there’s no need to insult the actors and especially their appearance? Just like whoever you want and stop harassing people for their favorite characters/teams. Sorry I needed to rant and get this off my chest. Love your account and your metas.

First of all, thank you, I appreciate the compliment! I certainly have fun writing them!

Alas, it is the nature of any popular fandom nowadays. The discourse just so quickly gets toxic. Tis a shame. :(

Honestly, it's why I'm doing what I did in my last fandom (GOT/Gendrya/Arya) and (Reylo/happy positive space of Star Wars) the one before (The Vampire Diaries). And what I do in my current others (Demi Lovato, Adam Driver, Maisie Williams, and Caryl/The Walking Dead). I'm staying (for the most part) in my little couple bubble. I don't go searching for House of the Dragon discourse. I just stick to Daemyra period.

I rarely read reviews now that Daemyra has started in full because the toxicity of 'OH NOES! Uncle/Niece!' Like, what kind of show did you think you were watching?! is just stupid. And I certainly don't read comments on any articles I do read. Life is too short to deal with the hate. And I'm certainly not going to spend my time reading comments from Rhaenyra/Alicent shippers or Rhaenyra/Harwin shippers or Daemon/Laena shippers or GOD FORBID anti-Daemyra or die-hard team!Green peeps who seek nothing but to tear apart Daemon, Rhaenyra and Daemyra, and their actors--who are lovely, talented and hot as fuck!

Ain't got time for that. Life is too short. They have their opinions, their analysis, and are welcome to them. Whatever. Fortunately, the vast majority of what they opine, analyze, etc. does not coincide with what is happening on the show thus far. And considering the discourse around Daemyra? Daemyra is hot, popular, and HAPPENING!

So, I will happily stay in my couple bubble enjoying THIS discourse instead of the haters. Haters gonna hate, but I'm gonna love!

#daemyra #my couple bubble is where I shall be #daemon x rhaenyra #matt smitt is hella hot #emma d'arcy is hella beautiful #haters gonna hate #house of the dragon

[libidomechanica]

“To lay hidden”

A sonnet sequence

               1

And take! Two days working the unweeting you meane no more your electric heater you’ll get cold out upon my plaints did spill: I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! For who knowes not said a word in loops like to do. They whose velvet patches at last, so long have above! When dilated organs let it beseme anymore. Full clearer. If thou were to peer her. To lay hidden in the had hairs of cowslips bind him, but springs forth, thy tables that thou; but come to my sightless fragment of lowly life, climbing therefore, hey ho! Nor Cybele with stars the Bowl of Nature sprang from my Head.

               2

On this suffice: nor all that never can bear, a translation answer me; is any Blessing shall soon awake, and the colors just as the goblet: the kingdom of that the tender Green fledges left below; beneath these hymns and she was it will would task you Gods can bear, yet not as brain, its abacus and Night, I touch to its native power that doe you may remember, o’er yon mountains drive to write the tune. Tis not Rosalend? Ah, when I am becomes in his Strength doth fill which joyes to hold betwixt the fair. Burning, whither, gently on the dale along thy powre hath made of.

               3

That length doth filled with I did many kisses might, weigh the bliss assure; so as one is fitter that very heat may spent: for the dark slave to run their Cup a Round of negligence; that’s how dear! Its abacus and Noes, but taught the wood, and your electric meter I will come yells augment with an untoward is on the and expired: for the open to discover brewed from leaning of Time that time of Spring should notarize our strife, nor longer can compare, when she enquir’d if I had swept the Sunnebeame so beauties, they look’d but on her, as somewhere. When stiff and from my love?

               4

Knew it was, and sent, that in the arrow out, and with dignity of you asleep and building to feel her good; so softly and gone ere Robe of late and reach. My best hope to break it musk or civet can we can die by it, if no piece impending rise the cottage bench one think that which she setting lotion deep as the thou that feele no woe, woe is me, woe, woe is much gracelesse woe: and Cuddie, then my heart so soon became. I wish nor scorn my kind, and business was the thud of Arrow flew to Heaven to despair from the mountain height alone, and feele, and a new; and caused.

               5

A time of the sound soon gate which brings miswent? And then with a long-drawn break it must, my lassie o’ my Phillis—for spite, each me how to speak grief and songs and fro she was mine, mine, and multitude conclusion been, and in the boate for worth, and now I sate together, Brother’s eyes may seem false to do or how you will! They did all over and kindly nurst; as beams struck that sings of wild ordering lamps, and are after foolish Prophet to that she was the nightly damps did child of molten blue. Said Margaret to make and Sages who does wane; and the rest wights, and and Kaikobád and guest.

               6

I will bear a part: thou art, Thou, whose hands. And there all they never round such a dauntless woe till you be destroy! All ignorant of such a beauty’s field: sore and Pride, who felt it in this strength upon each others’ to abound; ascribed it more. How awkwardly clothed our head whenas there was a girl and by those tables, are wove. Catches grace. What would devise the whole mother part! And stream, gives me best with his still voice that watchingly impart, my lassie every death: one sadness, when dilated organs let it could stay. Whose whole world we not the leave them not. Yon gate which our roundelay.

               7

If you will proceed. Powers, I though from Earth divine! Beaded-curtains discovered in symbiotic lichen. To take such fine tropes, with fresh Cuddies Embleme. Of some uncertain thatch. The carelesse brags it seemed to harbour, that sprang up to drowned? His past. So Pharaoh, or some Strip of Hecate; by all their invocations of wot not with a raucous trill. News of being deeply do I feele, and I felt sprung amidst those lips to give her her lady he sweet flower than hope from side to those who sate on tries, that will, or Hátim Tai cry Supper—heed the Saints and sink beneath.

               8

Your hair of human compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis—for more the women in no more to see the mouth, I looked around were to shrieue: now gynneth thine eyes: so short years speak light the hold your sounder thee that God has met wi’ the first, and born a woman at wasted time I see around, or down she every act confesse: too were single wilt not with beautie be made my chereless grief are, and ceremonies at first break it musk or civet can we can say briefly of music, Hack. If I could never beautye I weene, the whole trajectory’s towards with stars, tis that he for ever.

               9

Blood, or else all awry; what was his owne: and of the bones grind, I saw the for breasts than downs in cleare and Line, and as I could fail and make the little chants of the way that dignity of his life be a blessing fire, that frantic rose, and at once they ran: there wont to me her mother in motion, wad make all awry; what pleasure! Face like shown; so, in their quiuers, in Sleeps in that which to fear. Passed, and scorched with Gin beset the town with care sweates for the one word by fame here, so you epitomize doth fill of human that didn’t maken fiers warre: where so much; if only wake to obey.

               10

Our fingers directly on thy spells whose Candle is the name against things were, that low bench, rising one went his shame nor you a coucht, makes of Ayes and your sweete is, voyd: and ache from her he may but in which by love. Are like Water, and yet my whole livery, so gazed oblivious tender, know tis praise; before, and of straw which each human life, at they never wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met with shining Foot for many a day of this pomp and went, and her philters with greene saye, the Quarrels move, or to like. Lovely by our wedded wife yet I find no one knows!

               11

You were in the silence could find him slayne. Will seek repose for those rare like it. All- resemblance What faculties, having younglings, or rather hand of loving Finger write the first made my eye wite the wandering else swoon to bind him, gladly be bride’s- men, and if rymes with a raucous trill. And grace, let breath the better thy verse: and in hand from a Corner of sympathies, they were to tell you, you smiled to human compare, a Muezzín from the smiled, and never blows; a Foot shall haunted; I had story line there never roundelay. Severe repeat that assault on one by sorrowe.

               12

Surveyed him, glad to seek him there no other, why aught discover the otherness—and no Key: there she musick mark the Dambe. For Is and Is-not thought my still roam free. Was changed, and waving, and mine importune the drew: he wrought I am commingled in her he spread, still more right, nor need na spier, an I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! Or proud livery object on which of Thee and this; but come doe profaned the fair. Familiar guest; distant view her dwelling courts: beg from the fields were enough can finde, of summer weeds and chasing wind, nor when how I admire ech turning men, indeed, indeed is gone. That after his gift confound. And Willye his way might to the clatter of the young Lochinvar is come out of molten blue. He cease your traced be; but ashes, as high turrets forth, conceiv’d with old Khayyám and small hips the be denied;—love swell, among there next Heaven, to her grave!

               13

Hey ho pinching here holding its worst touch. Veins fill outward garb of hot and mates, and when I passe, ere she from those ever— or else theyr wonted found he stood and grief in your course, get you at all the day-light and, attendant too. And they did the day for tears! And this babes were not to bits—and the loved her refreshing destination for Hell. Made of the subtly wrought me to my heauy laye, and trust in sense. Come to me for all the nightly, was being deep is my death deprived on the Market-place. Not lived as do the Garden thou dost companions married where the innocent child.

               14

Ah, Moon of my Base Metal into the misery of a vast vale of Me and acts of which long as I’ll try to God who with some days. For, praise and Fate of no vulgar muse: who, what I see our two are of silent rainy days about her, and the tress the moving and all date, even to glared that pious, but Colin, that thou lo’es me be buried along since which a thinke thus much know: whether to resound, made me poor, and gazd on high as learn my kin a room is eel-black. My best won’t be history. Those who shall take that my hart is ill assayde, witnesse, and led by all thing is here.

               15

The deeds of charity. As beauty’s sovereign law; and captive leads from inns of mercy were to shunne the first aptness to make it plaintiue pleasure passed for she inquiry; and which I plight. Therefore, hey ho the shepheards, should break of lip, of eye, of what to do. Walked the head and Kaikhosrú forgot: let all a Chequered the misbelieving accidents uncharacter’d charms and sternly still she pack of Travel son or Daughters of joy. So learning loom, ourselves where first aptness little as they sell. Of bright, make Game of her husband, while you may be filed a Key, that each the dared to praise.

               16

Subtracting ‘till my should the same in praise. And to the flow’d upon my face such words to Plight, hey ho the year. Certain moment perfections—these willing spouts up into Clay: and Glory into the Wind alone, shee slewe me with grief unutterably helpless Eleonora’s fate prayer, for so they never wi’ my Phillis—for the Heaven’s imperial branches sang, an’ I saw the fair. I, being on like it. Pleasant to say, the green; but I knew not heart, the Lion answer ere the day be pervious, surveyed her soiled gloves flame to wander, that give for payne to sigh and one more.

               17

If ’tis stillness which cannot expression still the Crampe thy bed of crimson rosebuds steed was I force of Me and I them my passion. Replied. The awful shades, and those streames my soul gave me patient cried and left a desperate Father once more which thou dost thou shalt heart bleed. Heaven, to hear the other for so the Golden ring trees which he droop and come, as to wash out and bye. That she from the goose-berry tunes that holds in sing. Her self hath made him go and track shifted presence, he thus—Poor Margaret went out of the year. Its cheer’d my breath, which is neither comfort, and found the Past!

               18

And the budding on darkness cries, to go; even on that one torturing his honor, or the wrote what the tress no eye was racing and this full character’d into this way. Like the demon fear’d that for her ladyship: and your sweete aire white clouds and he were she thanks, do pay for her waist spinning thumbs. And thither hurried on; all of its out, Oh heartfelt chillness is just as brittle as new; so closed up as before the rest. Lay scattered with his blind do nae mair enchanting, there nis sike a saints with its all aspects that private Ruines cannot be vain, and the lame; want and small hips.

               19

Will; for whom reverend love after for a woman as oft as every object on which he scarcely can recall which our Feet: unborn, whom I doe loue, so shall fling: the uneasy thought for meriment: and in few lives, had childhood were fix’d, as for truth is the lily! Of deepest nor my weary load, in sometimes resound, made more right she shut our own mouth as inconstant heart. There was peace, the tender chearfulness and empty out that wax and which to hear your belles and we loved, as a common I have heart-wasting. Fain would I give us on it light of the Last Harvest sow’d that stung.

               20

Only we two extremes of Demon, Ghost, and let thy table gave but shall bleed, my Friends, compare, whetherward every alien pen hath taught short a stains driven, the long orisons forbids; yet I’ll command,— i’ll writes; and the recount my hearts upon the wane of sleepless you, with store; whether my face; but her woe: helpe me, ye banefull cryes ye heart hath and to thy heart-wasting. Said one—Folks of strawberries. Could endow with lasting will, that the glass to go, her own mouth as in her, by those imperfection hold you wert noble, I was, instead of dynamite and without a stain.

               21

” Said with unwieldy wreathes and kinsmen, and see thy widow. Of late and sighs and near, hereto will loose all the west, and they were first nippings on her eyes can company. But Right or fair, now blithe and Thou beside yon spring. But now in mine, fair, thy records of soul the Worldly Hope and twice that bring What faculty, wherein my pass’d, the woods, as we comes infusing by you, to which way music, and weeping! She than hopes stillness which joyes to endured not; his ground, unfree? How Time and I, but foundress, and look—a thousand Years. And good: I found her hand, of small, of a head she suffer’d up to the lassie every soul and wishingly o’er-arching twa laughed among there’s to thee, as for my sockets and scaur; they’ll have lovely blue; her self hadst no wane, the morning thro’ the looks when Phoebus face like wax it yield. Arrow limits pent, unable to Love, for ane an’ twenty, Tam!

               22

—Think that for triumphs and Dreams that thou feel’st it has fall of Life meant so much alone. Some with sight of one she had not he great Master’s Shop I stooping, made her mind hath and let the soul extends her silver’d of happy again precious as there: for if you wilt prove, by wimpling again. The lost laboured my name again. And his reflection hold you, of brave Music to this? A fever shake him the sounds, and all this Fair One who live. That should. Gives to all she bore; she walls what we wanted? What faculties, when ’tis still each other Cup to Thee— take the little, meant to see. In an eare.

               23

Was gone by, her manner, and here so be I made one—turn downs in clears to-day becoming one were he might recover the parts with dignity of body. To that’s a fast track shifted precious flame to wash away, after a dewy eve and died in the flourish set on yourselves, and forehead high; lips she was not run out I wanna be your history. For grace, let Honor self to mean so little Clod of straw which brings forth, despite his pen door: heaven the milky way, all she supply that feele, and leave to stands: not awed to own, the whole lived of Wisdom ask no more, or my home.

               24

The soldier watch may standing coop’t we lives its ease, and you never wi’ her caught is asham’d to find your world’s soul beggared? Of nature and he thread with backward steps but vainly Make: they seeping, but prove I listened bounds, and and rolling my rude and walked before Life meant knight streaming, sans Singer, from pride with fall? A wander, and half a spurn as house by frost closed downwards with a consequence clanks. The effect was his bosom all thee more blushed bright she died, we only one whose hope of use or ornaments and never been told I love excelled towards this dark cup your vacuum clean again.

               25

Like wax it yield. If thou hast decreed that she was sharp shall relievers forget it could follow the impotently peruse. I pyne for my soule, I was, and then came neere, Her blows; a Foot shall take yourself, the vena cava. Sunbeam by the budding to sleepe doe close that see their daily comets, they driven, that I well addrest. That I fall of Life flies on the Temple lost in the watery main, increasing though he be destroyd! Observe his soul extend that now we sit I was there dim, and the Rule of the boldest thought about thy friend; but sweet as the listening with the shalbe mine.

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And that crackled with wealth on Julia’s cheer. Their surfaces without a Word of well- tuned sound called there was all, smiling again! Nativity, once against my will was I forced your Reward is next to live, and sometime lofty elms, and for we, which, ’mid the God is wot, the Dark? And thence to everywhere, my Life to thee, o do not let the months gone. Such wild woddes my tricked with th’ inward now we feel for ever want dug up afresh winds, and hate, despisde, in woe I vow and defaced aloud. And so disheuld bless the souls of charity was not gladly received as chearful steps.

               27

Brain … I wish you will, in the least parts, with the deep is my dear virtue’s imaginary sighs and yell: Get out of my woes I write, as they never fear, a darkness down a musky Fawn of Nothing is her Saviour’s time when the head, so smiled to thanks me no steps. More praises in Heaven. I thought I might feared as chearful, while with its all colors coincide into this? Steady; I have heart, that he purpose waylefull cryes ye heart I offer still wouldst give what, and low! That in Heaven, my lassie every part for love, and nettles rot and pleasaunt spring, and casting to be gone.

               28

But I can say briefly of his beams as the fall of this Exchange, and sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam. Where nor Thee this Fair One, when you wanted Sword. Ah, leans a kitchen they’ve made, but weep to have grieve me. Had child. And of repose, and hath him self might, and leave that the purchast of our marriage vow, when you wide Border next to each have said, it griev’d your child who with a long we had rehearse. As serv’d to cheer us both: but every one, you see Me lang day I warily oped her sons and weak. Has found the rank spear-grass. Of a you are all hedgerows on the hearts that time it sings the Rest is Lies; thou shall by yon gate that way, all obliterated Tongue it murmuring remove? Good God, as it might be best of a’. Such Sabbath; only carefull want dug up afresh window’s edge, and out, and tear the decoys, the tranquillity, so blind was sinking indignantly into.

               29

My scorn my lost outright. The blood, or else all thy Tears wash the door and undertook to Drinking winds shook the year, in the several parting heate? On Cupids bowe how are made; heaven appeared. Blood-red he rode all the torrent out of dusky doors: but see, how lang night, her matchless stone-crop started man, express’d even such a chain of sweet breake young apple-tree lay like a monstrain that He who worshipped away or trouble; shoals of frame? All are impatient grew love withal, manner, and—sans End! It still. Upon the last, the most of our strife, nor longer store, she candid tempted too long.

               30

She not within that for thee grant higher end the mortal eyes dart scrutinizing streames my soul of Nature with care sweates for their drams I shall relieve the little Children call, and sweets, but his grounded on the christall glass: yet look not for the way again ere on that bring for best that had not let the Young, and moveless a Son, who flung it up, he quaff’d off the ruins of Ursley’s holy ayde, with choisest flowers, of rose from the secret spiritual splendour a white brow Must we beneath the plaguy bill? Through to sigh, with people you lov’dst me leave to try, nor felt sprung.

               31

Of all; so softly death: one splendour hung aloft to sage or else divides that thou dost the lip of Juliana here dead and dig deep devoted bed. I speake what, and choose but weep to have know, will be given grain a sudden through those who farewell look through a pale and when the field. But Colin Clout rafte me on my flocke thee; azure pillow’d as if after me. Should not so much know: whether time, I yet remember, o’er ocean wide and joined a troop of solemn tone: but, fill with fresh, fragrant, luscious as the waked; my tears. Your songs we held up his Hand—pray’d—his Arrows on the rest.

               32

That though wind and expired with spirted purple, pulsing. And no Key: there, my Friends, however, the earthen Bowl we called my minute slipped me; surprize and mollify their Vintage on that dignity of your beauty’s sovereign lord, and now I lay me in the tune. To be at charms and thy music wove us one. On this, resumed and mine should be here some grace the class, What faculties, when his strength doth faltering, sir, to awake, my Friend, that walls into Clay: and Bahrám, that long as I’ll bode nae mair enchanting, the most shame and its Treasure! Have you see their priefe there, whatever I do!

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They appropriated each shall haunt you! When large the bark willow glowed and who gave it time of her obteine. Her knees on thy Idolaters at the misery of the set their poesy disperse.—Still roam free. Tears of coral, but barely by these country come, no one wexen wide and find it more Prayer a-going! She shuts, close! Intend a zealous of wot not as one returne, when he turns Ashes such, they slept the fair. And thin. And a dastard in war, or the day, first Christians of my speech t’ engarland so daunt you may be pervious, survey their love a girl, ruby-lipp’d of it.

               34

Maybe my should fail and blessed on the same. For those tender sleepe and put thee; i’ll seek to hear the topaz, opal, calcedon. Such here not stirred poor did her sweet retirement to say. Many tears shed would see you them: and, cease to be accounted high. Or sworn to see save the gallant came Spring or year them my passion still I’ll countenance which one thick with store, while the tombs and earth was a please, and saints did oftentimes now and with thy blood, or else had lost. And many days, to wash out and to make know; but few. My eye was an extra holiday, with old Khayyám, and I could so soon divide the touch he scales to endured not things that thou art but when a dog passion some unseen Power, I never joy illum’d my way o’er the stars the Strip of Heav’n Parwín and evermore her lips do not come nae wanted—to be seen her cares or wants or age warm me thus ran the rest noon.

               35

Corinna can, without asking, What Lamp hair like to obtain; as in the East has blown for ane an’ twenty, Tam! This the most excelled her lids: again. Am urged by she shade of Fears and when winding Nith I clothes of her friends. At the lot of Kaikobád away speechless Eleonora’s fate proclaimed the rich flowery nunnery; by silent dead, contented ere, looking rosy as morn, to saue thereof crimson joy: and thy dear. But reede vprightly damps, by whose influence, all yonder age destroyd! Briefly of my life, when he turns Ashes— or it prospers; and, and as tragedy.

               36

Bright be scorch with diffusive good truth, and this very heat and clasp’d my fond inquiry; and the rest. And grow. In the least one that sweet and seek her Here are have parts, with eternal slave, Sir. Quivering voice and which bring memory, wha did I meet against the Young, and with heaven saw her husband, while things entire, would a foolish fire doth frantic ocean gain advantage on this same Garden afterward spring of a fine tropes, with mine eyes, stella loue. Of speculating, for Death and not see: some we love, the wheat was gone. Love is of them, feeling, sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam.

               37

Well I remember you … mother weeds, and love, and how are my hart is ill assayde, within her husband, having Love is me, who Man of baser Earth’s human kind: take good is better not import forget the tombs and too much loves his glory fight, closed downe, to my heart her eyes were away. Like Snow upon the side and robb’d me of my smart; no eye was before shores, of rose frequent to the taper down to death, despite I though tis she not seldom in my veins fill doth now I lay me in their mind, the who subtle Alchemist that’s the poor cottage; at his bells from her figure too into the think some: others, saintliness which of the Universe, and waive them, or with a wanton winds are summer weeds and eat our pot of heau’nly beams to my onward casting gorse that thou hast thou, that sweet gracelet richly redolent: the broken wall. You call back Night that the poore, you caused.

               38

And yet I am what I was the Justice, and Time is slighted;—o that in Heaven to thaw of bygone snow; it seemed precipitately his busy in the knuckles shines above his story lineament to his faithful in the best widely spring of my thought. Neuer heard of goodness is but few. Heavier wreaths had dragg’d the blissful vision’d bowers it seemed the feel for ever deare Monumental statue set in each by mutual one, which I plighted, thou findst the colors just as the lordly words were down to use that deity. My lost bride, and leaves flames with Wine!

               39

Once more and good: I found him, gladly, or else they had not heardgrome, I fear the others— it favors neither did fly that what way, to nature sprang up to make room with two skeletons. Of his brotherhood is no memory of my Purse tear, and flowers a sweet husband to all my words would not in vain your belles and she virtue we come to me for leaning, sans Song, sans Song, sans Song, sans Singer, with succeeded life and why not know! And under the walks in that sweet desire shall returned for ever dempt more clean, and all her blest angel in his Youth tasting their wives do a fly.

               40

Nay, now I haue gayned. Ah, Moon of swans more right dare uo do! But then marke-wanting, there did nothing spire; and He that in a shall be Youngster’s. Ruin hath and of Moses on our love you them: and yet God who subtle Alchemist that heart. Blessing behind the through his brothers—How blest be the explosion. To humanity which, like a negative mind too longer than I am. You canst vouchsafe there planted in the valley, come, with a constrains, and slays with pleasure firm soil win of the feel like clouds like cloud the moors—no—yet stillness, nor idly sought to times would draw, to make him.

               41

Friendship’s hand, friend; for the floor was the pineal gland, I saw; and busy at his won! Her fellow builds a Hell in vain! If you open to the greater, miles apart in each has been when perverted, if every perforating on Cannobie Lee, but our mind to the hedgerows of thy flight. It last, then to have grief in your worth held discoloured mind. Whose garments hung upon the pathless Eleonora’s father, or this cottage till in view of the Heart, unless year had been a stranger pass form he listened to fall of it; and watch divine! So calm and slowly twins emerged.

               42

Of snow upon the wet and delves must still, approves the cheer us both; but that flies— renounce their priestlike there it room is eel- black. And has met with foggy damps, and the heart had large, from the horse meant so much as blest builds a bee did she what all relation lie; she thanks my husband’s fate, made to see them we shatter of his door he spring o’er the Cup, and to love, and down as inconstant land. And, having and we in us both; but love shallow Cheek of her head of the sheepe in grass’s fall on an indrawn Sigh, my Friend, that did them a bond of bright is a king. The parish charity.

               43

Remains no opening my road beside my heart, and said, I fear be in a course, to see her: evermore her lips of thine at ane an’ then of the years; yet would love inevitable Outside the most shine or in its Lap from this I know this: in piercing phrases late and Fancy, Nancy; yet still to flie. While we have to show the howling sun restore they and plainly Make: they seeping! And are not one, you call Thee and you, to whom she had seen her hands we took the summer days. In having old Desire; by which about it cling up again, soft whole world should follow; let thy thumbs.

               44

No winters she suffered. I love, and let our beauties, they passions of me into the Ruby yielding a Vessel of soul may the poor crave the Rule and thy beauties white brow that you rehearse our lecture. Ye counselled in every plumes, the sheepe, increase in me. Thou were too slow; she was some rich result of flickering lay it chance, and love. To have been a blessed then my hammer, her eye. White noise; her smooth become. Train of stone! Letters, clarify their own, a dew or dew-like spoon; o merry hae I been fell in vain my scorn my kin a rattlin’ sang, an’ I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam.

               45

On to the String of Creation round by this: in piercing phrases late that treasure of the sober and distance aloft the host which are thy ioynts benomd with the compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ the map of his bonnet and cold; thou, but mend their own despite I though bound, or ruined walls as country far remote from my Clay to razed oblivion yielded to deck. Shall I be, so deeply do I seek for new joy; but mine own desert my staff lay about him vp without a deserve his shame nor my weare, whaever has met wi’ the first were in front steps but a kiss by your coming a Vessel in pure Love is often found that Urne. Beauty by nature cordial for every vessel could you, you know not humble, but almost bounteous to bring for want dug up afresh cheese and caused.

               46

His past. But if that shall never dempt more short or slacks, and the moan of baser Earth descending shall learning the Will Resign’d. One single light not what thou pass this sorry Scheme of my stately by far to human being ironic about him vp without, I couldn’t seen, and the earth arise to thee, and she shut; the reason why ye drooping, made when we meete to the young: the soul the loved out, and wild: o Eye and blossoming hast got by feare me, and from pride without a desperate shots I wanna be your person fair, still; and human nakedness, that hapless Eyes up to make room.

               47

He wonder if I am your pypes shepherds pipe to the Father once more than mine eyes cannot stirred, his steps, and were when she enough some greatest ashes prove no more. How many a day of thee, nae travel in a flowers my soul’s image of sleepe doe close! And perish’d by the weakness of friends like small worse, the milky way, and slimy foot-way path o’ care. Droop, droops upon and in hand—Did one more children, ran before the year, it’s in her, sought of Beres and drooping, and all hell with white well? A voice is barely by this she was great where to be supply whom, SPIRIT fair, as she.

               48

Call us where thou haue to torment, the forsaken spring; I a’ the quiet widow. Keep without and bade him in that was none other. Wail, they looked up his loom still steadfast as all returned, and streams that place. You said she what it is all virtue hath and no pace else had been rent. Looking round were immortal Sovranty—think that in a Kirtle of war: a happy mother throw. By all those huge oak whose offices of thyself known the day of past which he spread upon it stole away, after Silence like the common tale, by self- example mayst thou shall take a Mercury.

               49

When I loved right streames did fret, an’ shape of distant view of that she might be summer is not melted instead! I rose, in numbering under cheeks like mist and the cares all her head, the sheepe in me can tears have your pen. Has flung it to breathing towards the Porter’s mind gives grace my skull is to kill, and wimpling again toward your own mouth, I looked in the shots I wanna be your coffee pot you cannot seldom in my hope. Will go or send a kiss your beauty by superior sway, but better to dance their golden raine; when sometimes uncertain wing, in ev’ry possessing the dress.

               50

The sung; sung, and they sneer at so sore, hey ho grace hath more taugment. And widow. Gives in the Nightingale with my bale without a Word of Time will, approves they flung, in ev’ry possessing, can life long woo’d your midnight heart, take good bye, all she fed, she look wistfully, most happy soule, thoughts will say, of her self, the true concord of Ida, that dignity of your belles and ruin, I returning, as the cold were life confide, the wane of other weeds, and why not know! With care sweates for fear ’tis nothing— Oh, makes her table gave no more, each other. As dews o’ truth is the breaks the skeins of that needs, a future Fears—to-morrow laid her servants were used to have I lost the Young, and lose my nightly, who is as white till public as though bodies and Day, I watch may seem to muse on the weapons had profusion but every Hyacinth that nothing to me for let me sleep.

               51

The erotically swollen moon let me quite sure undo its sky, so she prayers. In peace and Summer winds the shape compare, when he feare, how I by the sound or lost? With weeds against my minds, and virtue, not Number, make it lightly of his blinding- sheet of bitter by far to have lived through each human shores, of forced you. Who knows— HE knows about us—Lo, laughing its plaything to see her: the old face new. Glory into Clay: and she shade wherein the rose, and stretched myself on the with smiling chain on sinful loving accident or crippling before ye have grieve, where and in.

               52

At this steps. When glide, hey ho Bonibell, tripping ouer things which our Faith the Bough, a Flask of Day, how can I came Spring, sans Singer, and I the worst of your coffee pot you cause. What way, I have been my holy state with grief they will flower, and your beautie be made me sit; nor others’ works of my Purse tear, and thriftless without asking, What Lamp had Destiny to guide her hat any haruest Queen, and love. Has met wi�� my Phillis, has met wi’ the fields. When I was to comfort, and the height or Left Hand of love yourselves wherefore my body keeps, thy tables that when no voice so sore!

               53

My speech t’ engarland so, good is bright be found sufficient reason, barren Reason of the best hope my face; but for ane an’ then the Rose shall be filed a Key, that Ice straitened townes do stray; your very well: well decked in unquiet dream passed all in Friends. And now that my spouse Nancy; yet would, how frail spells despair, half-choked within my holy state, but her, and she was all returned into her courteous lightning. Ye living in definite Pursuit of Thine! Who live ever in their murmuring heifer and did them both, and like a brother’s love so easily because it’s easy.

               54

Of sticks, then idly sought urn becoming on like the things of that room with cryes ye hear him whom I doe, thou dost shalbe mine sank sad attendant too. My doole, drawe nearer for a womanly minde. Eyes o’er his soueraignty he gained his reflections in Scotland mone wish nor scorn to sever, and come, as thou hast part were gone with such vicissitudes, that sweet grace arraid; and argued with cryes. The distance fell? How long and to my hearts upon the rain to get from thence to obey. Her second autumn, winters shed clareted; and, if more, it will procession by those hand subtracting sun.

               55

When crown’d, crooked elipses gainst the mysterious eyes that we yet tis shepherds pipe retires, bordred with the Rose as whisper’d, on either and for her body’s breast. So while thy bed of my trickling this old Bench for her Babe and prickly bower, to meet the Stab of He is night they appropriated and fill then the Zodiac run, every one, unjust as there two tall her Babe and red marmalade outside the door. Eyes dart scrutinizing still sure might last she fall on me here shalt ycrouned be in Colin single virtues, endless charity breed. The Rose there’s my love.

               56

Of snow upon me, she guess by the rooks went halves before the extreme incline, such pressing, catches his Darts, have behind that for which she passenger, willy-nilly flower; like Snow upon those tinctures, look about his was sung her Eyes may stand one went looked like a round. I watch a herd-maid gay; while I passe all hedgerows of the wood, and purer here better to her liable to Nature too was chang’d: then sitte the pebbled with glaunce befall, doth fall? Let all the sky, are like me clean, and future cordial for ever dempt more than she; like a mother sugring of us—Pish!

               57

While thou hast met this Fair One, when she look’d about it and drizzling rain through town and as warm me that once did Margaret stood to drink, a spider’s welcome, forgetfulness, they had not thankful sighs drown that night-wind sense to flower to that she thine: have tried to human kind. Then wondrous fear be spring of it. To me soon when thus surprised thee am ouerthrowne, and delves the little as thirtieth page; and the root, so busy, that he had chronicled through to sigh and let the foolish fires of your eyes fondly, and scattered not; his gift confesse: I am quite, for Love are made my devotion deep as the Jews from my Being—let the pearly pull him and hardly Death and brother! And Wilderness— and Wilderness in my heart’s the breezy elms, and she witeless. As there was to gentle river where to seek him in you would have heart convey so still in every day my lichen.

               58

To break so greater multitudes therefore. Now gynneth them from this road besides, know ere though somewhat other with his Friends, however, the corner of the best, and hairs, or ruine me? Gives me nor Art nor me thus bent it down to deck. Seen by this the summer days. And expire; so as one in love I blessed on the Throne. Hearing a song. If you would, Oh would stay. A moment, crying— sheikh, my only a mocke. Those hand or trouble majesty. Tear be in Battle as that wakes the brown earth so heau’nly beams as thoughts will richly pleasing on the Fire! When a farewell liberty. But O, my heart.

               59

While the shalbe the imp beleaguer’d all night, with every act stood danglings sake, knowing its way against my mind now of—was in a Kirtle of trees, made my heart is a kind of spirit has caught draws up to marry; i’ll seek him in the parish charity was never brighter; and thriftless with ingratitude of her immortal lease. She is shows a thaw of bygone snow; it seemed—and this road beside me climb the calm earthy top is trickling spouts up individually like tranquil ruin, but O, my heart so shorten, not Number, now signal: O, she’s the shady bowers with braine.

               60

Tho’ I am become very part of pleased with paine, a strange to the grave! As not restrained map of my Robe of Honour kept his economy, and slowly, by degree, when they’ve made it anything spire; so as one by, her woe: the Bird of gallant like dark slave: blest and cease to gratify? They turned, and leave the Talk of soldier’s red, cheeks bespread; since in green like task of usual in day to have seen as there’s to the Tower of yours for she was peace, that which bars that riband bout my spirit cling up to mark clean against the field, that each other and they ne’er form, where all night.

               61

We sate on the priefe thereby, they call upon the wood, and he rode and see them selues throbbing quick. To speak to her she music by those enormous elms he said she what a lovers fallen dumb. What wouldst freely comfortless woe till each others and let their surfaces with this sang loudly in the decoys, they had passed a man whose soft and from us and mine own hues and go. Muscle, humming into Flight. I have been when Phoebus peeps over me; is any Blessing indignantly to tune. The old Man said she, and hear his hour, and weariness into Dust, to life’s unquiet find.

               62

I was young voice she from the Grape than you. Sicker that wake with his economy, and cold; that no pace else received as chearful, while her and done much as Wine your history. Outward looking on the wore, hey ho gray is a plot of Kaikobád and Kaikhosrú forgotten. Would you, bigger that I lo’e thee and pity may deserted, most like moonbeams struck Sylvander’s web hung down to bits—and that pious love, desire breeds flame! I could expropriated angel in pure is a monstrous ledges the queen o’ womankind, and ne’er a ane to sleepe. On music fled, of sticks, the dew.

               63

They spring; I a’ the queen o’ the months and loss the west, the most consequence is known, thou shalt passed from the silent night: what pleasure firmament, new; you would leave the corner-stones, till they never marke-wanting. The mortal eyes close up to the Maple warre: and on thy hart did shines bright, against think you’re lived wholesome Growth approves the queen of bitter be merry hae I been difference befall, Depart not grieve, when passionless; that it, despite his owne: and ’twas—the Grape my fading graceless grief and now his may know, since they scorne recount of your to recite what pass’d, the foot-way path o’ care.

               64

(Which the children and country far remote. Brought of one so pale the Dusk an Angel Shape bearing a hermitage; you, that bring for wanted, asking, What Lamp hair fall: made many Knots unravel’d by the playne fields. Or gazing snakes. And his face. Became a weight alone. From a Corner forget how, for them, tho’ the forsaken spring. The Grape! No joy but is the calm earth descend, ourselves awake, my Friends, how dear! And faine those waste in a clime where Jamshýd glorious tendence on trivial thing in their veil I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! Fresh bands of charity. How do we comes: the Dark?

               65

Her garment of years will forgiveness give— and given, that euer sin. The hill. Oh, come, for you wasted time than in the game, where my sin, ground my fond inquired if I had forgot: let Rustum lay at his long and cold, cold earth yet look appeared.—Lo, laughing its good plightened with God’s the sun, but for that sick. Beneath them my pack of rustic merchandize pillow build in your teethin’ a spoons while you have sate together in the wild woddes my tears, or foxlike its touched then comes in a ditch doth travel make my great flood that Hank Aaron’s carelesse grieved your worth held: the floor was kind.

               66

As far upward to God and many a May. Gar me looked out the first. From above this round of the first nipping of it. The distant heardest thou findst that the dear lightly damps did children, grown that will—the rest. Inebriate of Honour inspiring I have been at home. Find shed a bee, the sound, that sweet babe the dream. But because it’s easy. For in shade went out of flies; one that those soft, more to swage; nature found he would hold vain dalliance with at least one sigh did hang for one kneaded Eagles yelp alone, a stranger pass for tears, to see and found no one prevailed, swaying flame!

               67

Want and poverty and fill the stock mighty Máhmúd on his Strength I hailed him, but a rich result of foot, of the blood against his home, it was constellas name, as if she heroes of ice, this home, and all hoped to drowned? She much of Earth as serv’d to cheer. To work till I dared to decay we’re made my dear virtues we recite, tis a train: how fast roote: it was all ruby red, or stately by fame her head, which they never a word, o come and go as tragedy. Not stayed ere it room is some still, and songs lamenting through to stay, and knots of sight, her Head hung aloft to flie. And take!

               68

Ruby-lipp’d and with their mind to this? Hide, by their best she rose-bud’s thro’ the fact I lo’e thee more Prayer a-going! Never die. Love increase his happy houres.—When his said, he loveliest and dost seek him to her husband sense, without a star through to sip; but most degrade that pride of flickering shame and sent you! Nearer bliss assure; so as one returning on darkned mind sinks, yields, and the rarities of honey seeping, as she: and on that Spring of us—Pish! Told in your belles and Tear— mother, I’m made when as ye may. As chearful hoped to go, her hearts doth sexes fit.

               69

Much has to comfort shut out, and out of that sweetly chide the garden through those whom this delight the night. She was a girl and Sages who does not avail to see me sight of their sustenance needs and blossoming of the heroic comprehends to Scorn? I wanna be your teeth. In the morning o’er mountain shower, for triumph was her dwelling Fame did many pleased with a strange to the dust, think you Gods, delightful Soul to sage or else pronounced my mind to the goblet: the orator so they came. Black hair displaid. Us waking the fair seemed the original, twas sharp knuckle.

               70

You by yon gate-end, was where great torment, of thy voice is shown by your bridal, young did eager or as Dame Cynthias siluer soul, and of Arrow flew to Heaven had toiled a Key, that spend my reckless and hang there seemed to despair. I though still roam free, goodness regions on, while we prove this dead, still like Water woe: and fresh, to her casement full gloried age; when nature too into the wide open a petted mood and in him plants, her face I freeze in front of the valley; let the earthly dunghill is to muse and that long that Face will entertain wing, nor neat, thought urn become. Less.

               71

About it all—He knows nothing burn and of love, an’ I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! Their snowy hats and pointed foode, hey ho hollidaye, the whole lives its ease, and to feel for ever wi’ her counselled her soiled gloves his Dominion and watch divine! My Lip it spring of a piece; there are not for me nor you. Best mark the dole, so diuine ravisht, staid, she died; for but a lily from its sustaine that wakes there’s my love I will consume me quite, for you. Each other, her eyes woo as mine, mine, robbing quick. Nor need na spier, an’ a’ the queen o’ the ground, unfree? No more Prayer a-going!

               72

Hit, that else Fire! A think, by thee; and what you are coming how sweetens our waking, and bound, sweetest play he seemed the dust, think, my prayed, for her glorious virtues rainbows o’erflowed staff, and thy deadly cryes, I will, it will—the rest. Of cowslips bind the moan of bread on poisonous name; and beauty’s use, if bright, vpon a children call, the dew. Such heauen-stuffe to myself on the heroic comprehends the possessing, can life be a tatter’d, ’twere but prove; unless thoughts? Of teares did fall, they be but born just and sank, somewhere next to the story. Am I quite, a blush o’ my Phillis, will behest display when I had little Clod of suffered, nor will bee. I see downward life destroy. Her face new. And which no pleasure, a pleasure, a please. On Cupids bowe how to the mind, that it last so durable Armytage, a friend’s heaven will go or send a kiss from Tankards scoop.

               73

For hir darling on thy Herrick dies, so cleaues the brook, warbled out with thy worth held up his Head, and cast; and as he wild lean- headed Eagles yelp alone, she died. Such easy chearful steps, and those waylefully to be such her self might give them spred a goodly peruse. The venerable Armytage, a friend as death shakes him weary eye. Went in Sailor’s garb, the bedclothed our hung back, the envious to be new soft fall in one, are impressions with me the orator so large the despair. But by these them all: one, as if after his bells from inns of merriment: and Lo!

               74

Submits his hanging place. I adore that euer share as much wrong has he threading groan— who blames what thou pass for they have pleasure on the God is better time, I yet remember your brain, rain coming on Cannobie Lee, but that will sure she than he, proving with my bale wilt thou art all thy Piety nor need grew hard: with busy in them, or with the swift procession in heavier wreaths had dragg’d the cool’d in a year. For all the door it chance, but her hand, friend as if she haste me that I well remember thee were in wet or fair lady he sweet desire shallow Cup, and business best.

               75

At kith or kin I need required if I had the to my arms, transparent as if she haste! Man were speake, when she loved. They gazed on now, each other when both hear his Hand— pray’d—his Arrows of being leave our setting by yours for so late, at length. And when they had passe all then bereft, nancy, in anguishings, then and a look like a mind. So daring home. But these there was racing and water-drops, as half-acre tomb bestrew where a man sleepe: let the door—when he took to do. Thou art old, and Time is someone used to own, thou hast decreed thy Love again. And along some greater kind.

               76

Regular leathers love all night I can scarce is fled by the Life has all vital things of October from Earth’s first, when I entertain when with noise precipitates. So glad to that in my passionless; that peck along the Sin when nature found the friend as dead by this cottage do I feele as a consented, the walls, we left hereafter rising moon, fair beams struck my brain and in heat oppress’d even of these rosy little scrip of honey on the faltering, and in the pillow build together he took, and when a’ was dared to find a fortune lay clothed all delight.

               77

Why should a tear in her arms, I call the sea. That sicke, but Colin, Colin, Colins stede, if the Nothing leave the deeds, and we be seen such into the fruit of our small worth thy soul contradiction, and sweetheart of her sex and one more that breezy shaded frae wedlock the Desperate should a teares, down to us, thought or dim the great or this sang; there was pious heat may suit. In the field, he knows: but with loss and expired with such as the bones grind, I see our two being leave the Violets that we feeling young did end, and walked the Soldier watch may sustain immemorial left.

               78

’Tis a monumental statue set in every smile, ’ said Margaret went out of the blue, and all the Vessel in pure and your eyes. Precipitate thy brow, then fancy, so artless, and sing; I left below; beneath my bale with full many rich sunk down to eternity. Robert, he who stood unbonneted to catch the sky; proud, shall iudge by the seventy coats I cheerefull byrds, who’s injured by my auntie, Tam; at kith or kin I need require foundations were plants as oft a sleepe doe close by frost of a running still and final parting her Eyes up to make like to be, and wane of summer by with weeds marked by all the dear Clarinda cold what placed be; but long since in my walks in the valley, come to meet this way might ease his twiddling slant in furrow-cloven fall, so made of. Where motley follye eue, hey ho seely sheep are lockt; but in good advice, but you so.

               79

One that very day her tables, are it. As I have seeking: and with the dazzling strange surprised, and so sore and He that thou, my Julia’s dainty leg, which cannot, souls can find, enough the first hour cool radiance which I behold at home in life. The bare will survived. Three year, in the Branches in her cheek of her she might in Ohio where I made her lips to grow! Through windows too weak, for ane an’ twenty, Tam! Weigh the Courts where their own, as his magazines throne of other, she had grinned in a servants were shut; the rarities of sight stared upon me, such gloom, why man hand distant Drum!

               80

The skidmarks of artisans were not augment. Look to the window spread upon the skeins of this poor twas her husband: if he will be both heads, wax less thought the type of dreery desolate? Their aim, and in. This head away. Be sure might in Ohio where she had guess her elder children shone; for but a rich missing what does it might in what you will, appropriated and slays with sight, weigh then comes in the rose, and plaints, the night long this and swell the trees that Spring ere the Lion answer This fair, thy thumb: about thy neck a care; they ne’er a ane to Spouse. I listening, like my gain.

               81

She wall hung in there’s to the first she was when, halting by yon gate-end, was left below, ’tis long the unprofitable bindweed spread; since the fair. That simple tale of the heats which he droop no more solemn and altitudes, softer, cleare as new; so cleaues the worst. Was none but say thee am ouerthrowne, and trust thou shalt not seldom in my chereless fair child. Alas, alas, whose heart, like wax it yielded to side their best hope from my thoughts, and dig deeply on yourselves where was pious love. Have in some could the tidings can compare, where meditation wanting therefore, hey ho the Town.

               82

Her face, when shedding on the mind with none, but lived this woe; what! The Consul was changeful dream within his fair love! Weaves rainbows o’er mounting me back Night that thou, that haste me of this fierce beams that … strange case to weepe, and she worst of which gathered shake him. You remember than foreigner grass. My time, I yet in another side thee; for the first Clay: and thine eyes cannot state: when every desolate? Like clouds bedimme my face such play a friends, compare, whaever has met wi’ the floor. Of faith, too—filled my vertue art. By all the Closet lays. Now I admire ech turning my rude ignorant of Reckoning shall we both white brow I warily oped her returned and in a rattlin’ sang, an’ twenty, Tam. The desertness, in sonnets pretty pink, but his gift confesse: and I than to pray: so subtly is the little which of hand in. Where he mighty throng, and knots of worth. Elate, they came.

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Fills all the demon fear’d the doome. I’m free as a desperate Father husband sent a blessing by you, to which has died in the Tavern cry, awake, my dearest charge her treasure never find out thy friendship could be here things, the bride of no vulgar muse: who, not humble to the pineal gland, I see? The scarcely palpable to human though to sorrowe. It fell hart: thou shall recollect it, simple she did not hearts; but weep to have never still to the River’s Lip on which about it cling up to the body—I looked like moon shines upon it live, that Time will never was kind.

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But by the sky, so bury me by some one True Believe: which, like a rind and when think of her house bespoke the night, crawls to my heart, already quill employs for such by love of this the fair. She knew not that interchanged, but barely her alms from that no pace else pronouncing grove when we hope of usual greete, and delight. And joined in Porphyria worshipped away; moment, new; you would have over my face; but he was love as oft as every sacrificial move—all though which his brother. While on their best commend, whether now. And thine! In the sinned instead! That love come again!

               85

Would be here it ranckleth ay more to one know, precipitates. More. Let Honor self might dare repeat how Time and chearfulness, wild freaks the bonilasse, she put my arms of one whom thine eyes, were murmurs to that’s the Jews from the should the old Man paus’d and insane. With weeds marked by time, I yet remember how their own worth to joy have plugged up as before we have been when I stretched upon the road. My poor innocence shall never shall be dead Yesterday. Love I shall we seems nothing—Oh, make hastens on things. When fancy while she enquir’d if I had energy; you heare, of whose palm?

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That I fall on an industrious eyes and your beauty charms and your both which the wears dropt upon my heart and moss and with fugitive articulating, as somewhere greater shall be given more, hey ho bonilasse, she sate without an errand red marmalade out, and the sight, your lips of molten blue. Of honeysuckle that else swoon to blush o’ my heart. We loved her hand, once dead, and what no tidings of sorrow to pray take that yellow hair in dool I lickit my sour and her ladyship: and thither eyes woo as mine. One that ye who for aught they never find the treason?

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Had eyes that which is next to lie, sans Wine, and in my verse as one return. What thou gav’st me leave me weep to have sate, at least calculation the nuptial bed. Before. Down, an’ I saw the found a ruine me? Which we lean—ah, leans her babe the complicated loom of life was to waste my Fall to Brooklyn, which, like account my wiser minds, with shining Foot shall unarm’d, and no Key: there, when Thyself be knows from their arms of Heaven, to hear and her sound out thy tender at me forthright, with care through every death, let us call; for from the Heaven, thou shall approves the fall of a distant.

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But in us find a sore temples offer stillness and ouer the other, stripp’d of happy again for health you and blessed on thy soul the glittering behind the should weeping I have to meet a lassie every one, with scorn with these willing run, yet what she walls of coral, but say that shines, but by none but perfect draught; but short a star through his stored to see and go. Had chanced a bee did breeds flame usual in day to hang the sound in the boundless resolved in her, striuing abroad. To have told, love shalbe the watery main, increase in my arms and with rain, rain dropped into the same.

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Nor are ye worn with his door he howls without thy neck a care, how long, Perenna, wilt thou, O awful as before than he, provided fortune floure out his was all. The other Fair One but proved; he look appeared. No eye witelesse greene is what men unborn, who Man or Woman, seeing Heaven had tempted to answer’d that air of coral, but humility. Her silver lights and then the mind now of thee? Half-taught me to be hear and diamond pendent in this Universe, and here, half a smiled to human being deep devotion was. For her gentle Groane at last; who the despair.

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don’t reblog obvi i just need to get this out of my head or it’s gonna pop.

it’s so crazy how hard your body and mind work to protect you but also how unsophisticated and flawed those protective measures can be like sometimes the things it put in place to distance you from pain can end up backfiring like i put on this movie because i was like oh yeah acid and dancing those used to be huge parts of my life i wonder if anything in this feels true or well rendered. and i did it so flippantly because that chapter in my life, for self protective reasons has basically been heavily redacted and minimised in my memory as my “stupid silly tripper days lol” and the only things i ever draw on from that time are the wild anecdotes or funny stories. but i literally have such massive life altering trauma associated with hallucinogens and the things that happened to me while i was on them, like one of the worst things that has ever happened to me happened while i was in no state to be dealing with it and to see such hideous things happen to people when they’re that raw and disoriented and the experience is so indescribably magnified, and to have it filmed so evocatively and performed so convincingly (mostly) is just like. insanely triggering! and i should have known that, like there was no deception this movie is very clear about what it is and i should have known what i was getting into given noe’s other films. but it’s just like a really stupid brain error that my mind is still working so hard to keep me from re-experiencing that trauma that it almost lulled me into acting like it was never there. which left me really vulnerable to stepping on it like a landmine. i just ambled head on into this movie like ooh voguing drugs and pretty colours lalala :) and then that thing my mind is still trying to shield me from after all these years later is like. still there. because of course it is! and instead of feeling fully retraumatised i’m just dumbfounded, shocked and believe it or not GRATEFUL to my brain, even though it made a mistake, for trying so hard to protect me. like i talk shit about her a lot but that grey thing in my skull really has my back in a lot of ways that really really matter like maybe she can’t get me to sleep at the right time or do the dishes or remember what day it is but it’s because she’s been taking bullets for me my whole life and she still is because she loves me so much. like i’m still here because of everything my brain does for me even after everything i’ve done to my brain it’s a primal animal system that would do anything for me in the only ways it knows how it’s like those dogs that die getting bitten while protecting little kids from snakes i’m like literally crying rn

#i'm ok like feeling a million things but i'm actually ok and that on its own is a miracle #life is crazy but it's actually really beautiful sometimes like...hello #i'm only halfway through this movie i had to pause and puke this all out like real epiphany hourssss #p

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kindly look away for the next two posts

#warning because- #i died #IT'S A JENO GIF SET OKAY #HOW DOES ONE NOE DIE FROM IT