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24 Badass Female Superheroes, From Batwoman to She-Ra and More (Photos)

Our guide to women with kick ass powers in comics, movies and TV

Margeaux Sippell and Ross A. Lincoln | October 7, 2020 @ 6:34 AM

Saving the world in spandex isn't just for guys. We've compiled a list of memorable and bad-ass superheroines. From Wonder Woman to Captain Marvel, here are some super-women you don't want to mess with.

WONDER WOMAN Whether you met her first in DC Comics, played by Linda Carter in the 1970s, or played by Gal Gadot in Patty Jenkin's 2017 hit film, if you know only one name on this list, chances are it's this one. Created in 1941 by William Moulton Marston and H.G. Peter, Wonder Woman is the immortal, super-strong, magical genius daughter of Zeus and Hippolyta. After moving to the world of mortals as an emissary of the Amazons, she fights for justice and equality solo and as a founding member of the Justice League against a rogues list that includes literal gods and colorful criminals like Cheetah. Good thing she has a magical lasso and an invisible jet to help her out.

The CW

SUPERGIRL Superman's cousin Kara Zor-El -- known on earth as Kara Danvers in the very excellent The CW series starring Melissa Benoist -- is another survivor of Krypton's destruction who fights for truth and some very needed social justice while protecting earth from threats like time traveling supervillains and Martian authoritarians. She's also a very good journalist. Her superpowers aren't just flight, invincibility, laser vision and so on, she's also just an excellent person.

Marvel

CAPTAIN MARVEL Originally known as Ms. Marvel (a title now used by another entry on this list), Carol Danvers assumed the Mantle of Captain Marvel in honor of her mentor, the alien hero Mar-Vell. Created by Roy Thomas and Gene Colan in 1968, she's an air force pilot and feminist activist who fights supervillains as Captain Marvel, and sexism in her civilian guise. Played by Brie Larson in the 2018 film, Captain Marvel has superhuman strength, stamina, durability, and agility, and can fly faster than the speed of sound. She has the “Seventh Sense,” which allows her to predict future danger. She can also heal from injuries quickly, has immunity to toxins and poisons, and can shoot light beams from her hands.

The CW

BATWOMAN Ruby Rose played the openly lesbian superhero Kate Kane, a.k.a. Batwoman, in the first season of The CW series "Batwoman. In the series, Kane returned to Gotham to take over for the Caped Crusader and save the city. For the second season, Javicia Leslie was cast as Ryan Wilder, a brand-new character (not in the comics) who takes on the Batwoman persona.

SHURI Sister to King T'Challa, the current Black Panther, Shuri is Wakanda's top scientist -- which makes her pretty much the world's top scientist. As played by Letitia Wright in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Shuri not only designs Black Panther's ultra-advanced tech and numerous other world-changing inventions, she's also a powerful warrior in her own right. Her comics counterpart, created in 2003 by Reginald Hudlin and John Romita Jr., is even more badass: she's been given Black Panther powers, she can transform into animals, and she's even managed to come back from the dead.

Marvel

BLACK WIDOW Black Widow emerged as one of the crucial heroes of the Marvel Cinematic Universe thanks to her portrayal by Scarlett Johansson. Created by Stan Lee, Don Rico and Don Heck, she's a former Russian spy who defected to S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers. In the comics, her powers include resistance to disease and aging, ability to suppress and replace memories, agility. In the films, she's just a run of the mill extreme badass, master athlete and martial artist with a talent for psychological manipulation -- and a great leader too. Her backstory will be fleshed out a lot more in her self-titled solo film, whose release is set for May 2021.

Netflix

JESSICA JONES Created by Brian Michael Bendis for Marvel's "Alias" comics in 2001, Jessica Jones has been a hard drinking expert private detective, an Avenger and even a high school classmate of Spider-Man. She's strong, she can fly, and she isn't here for your B.S., especially on her Netflix show, where she was played by Krysten Ritter.

Warner Bros.

HARLEY QUINN While formerly an absolute villain, Harley has since crossed over into a more heroic, or at least, non-villainous role. Introduced in the 1990s show "Batman the Animated Series," originally she was Dr. Harleen Quinzel, an Arkham Asylum psychiatrist manipulated by the Joker into helping him escape and joining his gang. After years of cruelty, she finally left him and since then DC comics stories have emphasized that she's an abuse survivor trying to figure out her own way in a world. Incredibly smart and immune to almost all toxins, she frequently teams up with fellow supervillains Catwoman and Poison Ivy. She's played by Margot Robbie in "Suicide Squad" and 2020's "Birds of Prey," and by Kaley Cuoco in DC's animated "Harley Quinn" series.

Marvel Studios

THE WASP More than one Marvel hero has been known as The Wasp, but the best known is Hope Van Dyne, played by Evangeline Lilly in "Ant-Man" and "Ant-Man and the Wasp." In both the movies and comics, she's the daughter of the original Ant-Man and The Wasp, Hank Pym and Janet Van Dyne -- though unlike her comics counterpart, in the movies she doesn't have innate powers. No worries though. She's a gifted strategist and formidable martial artist who, thanks to some pretty sophisticated technology, is also able to shrink to the size of an insect (with proportional strength) and fly. She can also punch really, really hard.

Netflix

SHE-RA She-Ra is the superpowered alter ego of Princess Adora, long lost twin sister of Prince Adam/He-Man from "He-Man and the Masters of the Universe." Raised on the far away planet of Etheria, Adora uses the Sword of Protection to transform into She-Ra, leader of the resistance against the tyrannical Evil Horde. Originating in the 1985 cartoon "She-Ra: Princess of Power," She-Ra was brought back on Netflix's acclaimed ongoing series "She-Ra and the Princess of Power."

The CW

THUNDER Thunder, a.k.a. Anissa Pierce, is the eldest daughter of the superhero Black Lightning. But she's more than just a family legacy. Thunder can increase her body density at will, making her immovable and almost completely invulnerable. She is also bullet proof and can create shockwaves by stomping on the ground -- really handy when taking down bad guys. She's memorably portrayed by Nafessa Williams in the CW's "Black Lightning" series, where like her comics counterpart she's an out lesbian.

Warner Bros.

CATWOMAN One of Batman's most enduring love-interests and, like Harley Quinn, somewhat reformed from crime in recent years, Catwoman is an expert cat burglar with acrobatic prowess whose preferred weapon is her brains, and a bullwhip. Catwoman has long had an uneasy relationship with Batman, though in a recent storyline the two got engaged -- until she called it off. She's most notably been played in live action by Michelle Pfeiffer in "Batman Returns" and by Anne Hathaway in "The Dark Knight Rises."

Marvel Comics/Art by Robbi Rodriguez

GWEN STACEY / SPIDER-GWEN In the Mainstream Marvel Comics universe, Gwen Stacey was Peter Parker's college girlfriend, who died tragically when she was dropped off the George Washington Bridge by the Green Goblin. But in the 2014 "Spider-Verse" storyline, it's revealed that in an alternate universe, Gwen was the one bitten by a radioactive spider, becoming that world's Spider-Woman. She got her own comic book series called "Spider-Gwen" in 2015 and played a major role in the Oscar-winning animated film "Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse."

LIGHTNING Black Lightning's other daughter, Jennifer Pierce, can manipulate electricity and generate it from her own body, as well as fly. So don't mess with her. She's best known for being played by China Anne McClain on The CW's "Black Lightning," a show all of you should be watching.

ABC

THE BIONIC WOMAN A spinoff of the 1973-78 sci-fi action series "The Six Million Dollar Man," "The Bionic Woman" followed Jaime Sommers (Lindsay Wagner), a tennis player critically injured in a sky diving accident whose life is saved with bionic implants including an ear, an arm and both legs, giving her fantastic abilities. Though the show lasted only three seasons, its enduing popularity led to several TV movie revivals, and it influenced a ton of subsequent female heroes.

OKOYE Created by Christopher Priest and Mark Texeira in 1998, Okoye was long one of Marvel's lesser-known heroes, until she became a straight up icon thanks to Danai Gurira's performances in "Black Panther," "Avengers: Infinity War" and "Avengers: Endgame." Okoye is the head of Black Panther's personal bodyguards, the Dora Milaj. And what she lacks in Black Panther's literal superpowers, she more than makes up for with martial arts expertise and a genius at tactical and strategic thinking. No wonder she not only went toe to toe against the children of Thanos and lived, she also single-handedly saved Wakanda after The Snap wiped out trillions, including Black Panther.

Cartoon Network

BLACK CANARY Black Canary has been fighting crime since her debut in DC Comics' "The Flash" in 1947, first as the alter ego of Dinah Drake -- who eventually married police detective Larry Lance -- and later by her daughter, Dinah Laurel Lance, who most frequently teams up romantically and crime-fightingly with Green Arrow. Originally written to have no powers, she later acquired a sonic scream called the "canary cry" that can shatter objects and kill enemies. She was voiced by Morena Baccarin in Cartoon Network's "Justice League Unlimited," and three different versions of the character have been played by Katie Cassidy, Caity Lotz, and Juliana Harkavy in The CW's Arrowverse. Jurnee Smollett-Bell will play her in the upcoming "Birds of Prey" live action film.

DC / Cartoon Network

KATANA DC Comics' Katana is a Japanese superhero whose power lies in the blade of her sword, called the SoulTaker -- which contains the soul of her dead husband, Maseo. Created by Mike Barr and Jim Aparo, Katana is part of the Justice League, the Birds of Prey, and the Outsiders, Batman's hand-picked team for black-ops missions. She's played by Rila Fukushima in The CW's Arrowverse, was by Karen Fukuhara in Warner Bros.' 2016 film "Suicide Squad."

Marvel / ABC

DAISY JOHNSON / QUAKE Aptly named because of her ability to generate earthquakes, Quake, a.k.a. Daisy Johnson, is the daughter of the super villain Mister Hyde. A high ranking member of S.H.I.E.L.D. (behind only Black Widow and Nick Fury), she's best known for being played by Chloe Bennet on "Marvel's Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D.," where her powers come from the fact that she's an Inhuman (an element later imported into the comics).

DC / Cartoon Network

BIG BARDA Created in 1971 by the legendary Jack Kirby, Big Barda is one of DC Comics' New Gods. Raised on planet Apokolips to serve the cruel dictator Darkseid, she changed sides after falling in love with Mister Miracle and eventually escapes with him to Earth, where she's been a big part of teams like the Justice League and Birds of Prey. She's immortal, super strong and nearly invincible, and a highly trained soldier whose weapon of choice is the mega-rod. Audiences will see for themselves in the upcoming "New Gods" movie -- director Ava DuVernay says Barda is her favorite superhero.

Marvel

ELEKTRA Best known for being played by Jennifer Garner in 2003's "Daredevil" as well as her own standalone 2005 film, this Marvel superheroine is an expert martial artist and assassin who has worked on both sides of the law (until she eventually killed the evil aspects of her personality in a duel.) She was created by Frank Miller in 1981.

CBS

BATGIRL / ORACLE Created in 1967, Barbara Gordon, adopted daughter of Commissioner Jim Gordon, has been a superhero in multiple forms. As Batgirl she operates alongside Batman and Robin in Gotham. After being paralyzed by the Joker in a 1988 storyline, she because the information broker known as Oracle, who assembled the Birds of Prey and basically served as tech overlord to Gotham City's heroes. In recent years, a timeline reboot (long story) has her back in the suit as Batgirl but still capable of serving as oracle when needed.

Marvel

KAMALA KHAN / MS. MARVEL A Pakistani American teenager from New Jersey, Kamala Khan is also descended from the Inhumans, and when exposed to terregin mists developed the ability to shape shift and recover from almost all wounds. She operates under the name Ms. Marvel in tribute to the original, Carol Danvers, who has since assumed the name Captain Marvel. Created by Sana Amanat, Stephen Wacker, G. Willow Wilson, Adrian Alphona and Jamie McKelvie, she's the first Muslim character to headline a Marvel comic book, "Ms. Marvel," which has been praised for its writing, and for bringing greater visibility to Muslims in comics. A Disney+ series featuring in the character is due in 2021.

Disney

ELASTIGIRL Not to be left out is Elastigirl from "The Incredibles." The alter ego of Helen Parr, wife of Mr. Incredible (Bob Parr) and mother of Violet, Dash, and Jack-Jack, she can stretch any part of her body and mold herself into different shapes and sizes. She's voiced by Holly Hunter.

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Remnants, Part VI

LOTS happens. If you’ve got questions, shoot me an ask and I’ll answer if it won’t spoil the plot : )

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V

Summary: You are in the midst of formulating your dissertation, but you’ve hit a wall. Your doting aunt, Rebecca, has a solution that brings you face to face with Ahkmenrah, Fourth King of the Fourth King. As the connection between you and Ahkmenrah grows, and as the secrets of his ancient tablet unlock, the once-king will find himself faced with a difficult choice.

Thanks so much to @kitkatcronch @kpopperotp12 @seafrost-fangirl @sassystrawberryk and @perfect-rami for reading : ) If anyone else wants added to the taglist, let me know. I’ve greatly appreciated all of the feedback!

Warnings: Smut, again. Also, some talk of incest in case that is a trigger for you. Ahk is a solid 20 years of age to be certain to avoid any squick factor.

* * * * *

Two weeks had passed since you took Ahkmenrah out of the museum, and you had been buried in pre-semester work. Summer was ending and soon all of NYU’s students would be returning to school. Once the undergrads returned, you also worked as a TA in addition to your work as an RA. You had to manage your time carefully to make sure you were going to be able to defend your dissertation in April, and that meant a lot more nights of sleeping so you could fill your days with writing.

A few days after your night out, you had popped into the museum to tell Ahk that you were just busy, you weren’t avoiding him. He said he understood, although the happiness in his eyes at seeing you quickly faded when he realized you wouldn’t be back for a while. Nevertheless, he answered the few questions you had, and when it came time to leave, he wrapped you up in a big hug and shot you that megawatt smile.

It bothered you to be away, but at the same time, you knew the power of distance. You tried not to think too much about that night between the two of you. If only you were capable of applying your work ethic to your will power, because as soon as you resolved to let it be a one-night thing, another part of you thought, why not have a repeat? You were two consenting adults who cared about one another and had great chemistry. Just because one of you died for half of a day didn’t mean that taking your relationship to a more intimate level was wrong—it worked for Buffy and Sookie, twice, for a while anyway . . .

You also had the precedent of Ryan; things worked out alright with the end of the sex-side of your arrangement.

After apologizing profusely to all of your friends for double-booking yourself that night, you made an effort to spend more time with people who were of the normal, totally alive variety. You had lunch with Ahmad and Jess, drinks with Chelsea, and you saw Timmy and Ryan at school during the week. You and Ryan companionably worked on your dissertations in the lounge. The Monday after, he asked a few questions about Ahkmenrah and you were as honest as you could be.

During that conversation, you told Ryan it was time to stop the sex side of your relationship.

“So, just friends, then?”

“Back to the basics for us, yes.”

“But you’re not looking to make this guy your boyfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Alrighty.”

So, Ry just dropped it; you were both busy and determined to get as much written prior to the start of term as possible, and honestly, you made great writing buddies.

That conversation went so well with Ryan, you thought maybe this could work with Ahk. You just had to set the same boundaries with him that you had with Ryan.

You made up your mind to talk to Ahkmenrah about it as soon as you finished your current chapter and sent it off to your chairs for review.

* * * * *

“Ahkmenrah?” you questioned as you looked around his exhibit, wondering where he could be.

“I’m in here, Y/N.”

You walked behind the large display stone in Ahkmenrah’s exhibit. He was sprawled out amidst a scattering of hieroglyphs written on notebook paper. His tablet was in the middle of the floor, glowing slightly, and on the back of the wall of his exhibit, there were arrangements of hieroglyphs tacked up in three rows of three, just like his tablet. So far, there were sets labelled, “Control/Command,” “Open Doorway,” “Armies of Undead,” and a few more that you didn’t know the translations for.

“I’ve been experimenting,” Ahkmenrah mumbled from the floor, his hand scribbling away on a piece of paper. “I really like modern writing utensils.”

“I see this, and yeah, the pen is a great invention.”

“Indeed!”

“Care to elaborate on what you’re doing, my mad scientist?”

“If the tablet has the power to bring the museum to life, surely it can do more. Just like on the night I was able to use it to call back the exhibits—you can see the arrangement for that command on the wall there,” Ahkmenrah said, not looking up from his notebook and waving vaguely toward the wall.

“What else have you figured out it can do?”

“Open a portal into the underworld, summon an army of the undead.”

You were stunned, but in order to be diplomatic you offered, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I think this is something I need to figure out on my own, but thank you,” Ahkmenrah said, now rereading over what he had been writing.

Ahk was wearing your NYU sweats and a t-shirt from the museum gift shop. Apparently, a few things had changed since you’d been away.

“Does Larry know what you’ve been up to?”

“Larry is not my keeper, Y/N. He’s the guardian of the exhibits in the museum.”

“So, that’s a no.”

“I do expect that Rebecca has figured it out because those signs appeared the other day,” Ahkmenrah said gesturing to the “Under construction, DO NOT ENTER” banners that spanned from the stone walls to the wall of the museum.

“Smart.”

It made for the perfect place for Ahkmenrah to work, and your aunt possessed your same insatiable curiosity. You made a mental note to text her and meet for lunch to talk about this.

You settled in behind Ahkmenrah and reached up to massage his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles relaxing under your ministrations.

A small hum of pleasure sounded deep within Ahk’s throat, a sound that made your thighs tingle in remembrance of your night together.

You shifted up onto your knees so your lips could reach the back of his neck. You placed a small kiss at the base, just above the material of his shirt, and Ahk stiffened, his muscles tensing immediately.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

“Kissing you,” you said as you moved your lips up a fraction of an inch and pressed them to his golden skin again.

“That was a one-time thing. We can’t—"

“But I want to. And I know you do, too.”

Your lips had traveled to just behind his ear and as you took the lobe between your lips and sucked, you suddenly found yourself flat on your back on top of Ahk’s research, the tablet, still glowing, inches from your head.

His gaze was a mixture of defeat and conquest. You had defeated his resolve not to complicate things between you and now he wanted to show you just how good this kind of complication could be.

He pinned your arms above your head, his thigh pushing tightly against your center as he straddled your thigh to hold you in place.

“I won’t share you. I don’t care if that’s unfair, but if you want this, you can’t have him, too.”

“He’s just a friend now.”

“Like I am just a friend?”

“I promise, no one else will be this kind of friend with me. I am a one-man kinda gal.”

“You would declare yourself my concubine?” Ahkmenrah said, his mouth twitching with mirth.

“You could declare yourself my concubine, former pharaoh.”

“Always a pharaoh. But for you, I think I would declare myself anything you wished.”

As Ahkmenrah bent his lips to yours and claimed your mouth, his words washed over you like a lust-filled rain. He kissed you into a puddle of pliancy, shifting his position so he was between your legs. His clothed cock was rubbing against the juncture between your legging-clad thighs. You felt like this was the most exquisite way to spend an evening at the museum yet . . . until the clopping of Teddy’s horse’s hooves startled the both of you.

“Fuck,” you hissed.

“Come on,” Ahk said. And the two of you took off in the direction of the forgotten storage area you used on the night you brought Ahkmenrah’s clothes.

As soon as the door shut, Ahkmenrah yanked off his t-shirt, standing sexily in just your pair of sweats, his arousal evident against the loose fabric.

You took off your shirt, bra, and leggings, leaving yourself clad only in a pair of icy-blue lace cheekies. You dropped to your knees in front of Ahk and ran your hands across his abdomen and around to squeeze his ass.

He was staring at you with those wide, polychromatic eyes, his pupils dilated, and his lower lip tucked between his teeth. He ran his fingers over your arms and you hugged him close, nuzzling the bulge in his sweats, dragging your teeth over his covered cock to tease him.

Ahkmenrah clearly didn’t care for your teasing and pulled himself free to stroke his length, enticing you to take him in your mouth.

You licked his cock from base to tip, flattening your tongue to deliver as much of the wet, warm sensation to Ahk as possible before slowly swallowing him. You sucked him off, relishing in the salty, earthy taste of him.

With a growl, Ahkmenrah backed away from your lips, leaving you a little dazed at his sudden movement. He hoisted you up by grabbing under your elbows and then backed you into a stack of boxes. He lifted you, and pushing your panties aside, entered you with one hard thrust.

Ahkmenrah flung his hand over your mouth to cut off your obnoxious cry of pleasure, and his shoulders shook as he laughed and grinned at you.

“My gods, you are not at all experienced in the art of subtle liaisons.”

“Exactly how much experience do you have, huh?”

He grinned mischievously, “In all of our talks, you never asked me about my sex life.”

“That’s because I was trying to control myself by working really, really hard not to think about it.”

“Mmm, I suppose in this area, field research is the best way to learn.”

“Ahk?”

“Yes, my queen?”

“Move.”

And he did.

He fucked you so hard that you ended up knocking the boxes off of the shelf and the two of you finished your orgasms while on a toppled heap of dusty relics, some poking into your ass and your back but you didn’t care.

Still catching your breath, Ahkmenrah pulled you up out of the pile of rubble and held you flush against his body until your thighs stopped trembling. He was so warm, and you loved hearing his heart beat so soundly against his chest, knowing that you’re the one who brought him to such a high.

Once you were steady, you stepped back from Ahkmenrah and reached up to kiss him, grasping the sides of his face and running your thumbs across his cheekbones.

You looked into his eyes and asked, “So, did you have a harem?”

Ahkmenrah laughed before replying, “Curious, hmm? But the answer is no, as I had not yet married.”

“How long did you rule before your death?” you asked while redressing.

“I inherited the throne at 15. Father was aging and wanted to ensure our family continued to rule. It was a controversial choice because I was not the eldest.”

“No, Kahmunrah was. And you had three older sisters, too?”

“I did. My brother was a bit . . . reckless. Father wanted what was best for the kingdom. It was not a personal choice, rather a choice for what was best for the people. Kahmun just could not understand that,” Ahkmenrah finished, a faraway look in his eyes.

He continued, “I died . . . right before my marriage to Sitmut.”

You furrowed your brows, inventorying the list of Ahkmenrah’s sisters.

“Your sister.”

Ahkmenrah shook his head, coming out of whatever he had been remembering.

“Yes, my most beloved sister. She was only a year and a half older than me. We were very close as children, so she was my first choice.”

You pursed your lips, processing the information. You knew that pharaohs, especially those who had maintained rule over an extended period of time, rarely married outside of their families, so the information wasn’t unexpected.

Ahkmenrah moved to stand in front of you, his hands resting on your upper arms.

“I would have chosen you if I had known you then.”

You snorted, “I think not. Duty before love, right?”

You almost swallowed your tongue when you realized what you had just said, your cheeks growing hot.

“Not that I’m implying we’re in love holy fucking hell we’ve only known each other for like two months and we just started with the sex thing and—

Ahkmenrah grinned, and put his finger against your lips, and said, “I knew what you meant. Although, ‘now the lady doth protest too much, methinks.’”

“You can quote Shakespeare?”

Ahkmenrah rolled his eyes. “I went to Cambridge, remember?”

You quietly laughed, and he pulled you in to hug you, squeezing you against his solid body. You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled into his neck.

“You know marrying siblings is pretty much illegal, forbidden now?”

“That was something Jack and I talked at length about. It explained a lot, honestly. The royals had many still births, and we often heard tales of other monstrous deformities. We just assumed that the gods had chosen to curse those children.”

“You seem to have turned out alright. More than alright, actually,” you said smiling.

“My mother and father weren’t siblings. My mother was the only child of my grandfather’s brother. She and my father were deeply in love, had been since their youth.”

“I remember reading the story of their marriage in your papyruses. Really, really big wedding.”

“The longest celebration of a marriage Egypt had ever known.”

“Do you miss them?”

“More than you could know, Y/N. In fact, I hope you never have to know what it feels like to miss a person like that.”

You squeezed Ahk, and he kissed the top of your head.

“We should get back. And hope that no one heard your cries of pleasure.”

“Excuse me. I wasn’t in here by myself!”

Ahkmenrah grinned, a million-dollar smile, and it melted your insides every goddamn time.

* * * * *

“With the de-evolution of Ra into Aten, Akhenaten was able to propagate his monotheistic cult; however, when Akhenaten’s secondary wife, Kiya, was gifted the title, “God’s daughter,” the parallels between Akhenaten’s cult and Christianity—”

“Fuck,” you growled as the knocking on your apartment door interrupted your writing.

Once again, you were wrapped up in drafting your chapters. Your conversation with Ahkmenrah about marriage had sparked a new idea and you wanted to get it outlined so you could fill in the holes with research.

You looked through the peep hole and saw Ryan’s sandy-colored hair.

Now you were more puzzled than annoyed. You answered the door in your sweats, with your hair in a messy bun, and your glasses slipping down your nose.

“Hey,” you said, lamely.

“Hey yourself,” Ryan answered you as he walked in.

You waited. It was always better to let the other person go first, especially when you didn’t know what the fuck was going on.

Instead of talking, Ryan walked to the tea kettle, knowing that it would be full because you always had tea while you worked on your dissertation, and poured himself a cup, moving around your kitchen with a practiced ease. A pang of longing, knowing that you’d never see Ahk do the same, coursed through you.

Ryan sipped his tea.

You couldn’t wait any longer.

“You’re killing me with suspense, Ry. What is it?”

Ryan’s face split into an impossibly wide grin: “I got the grant. I finally got the fucking grant!”

“Shit, Ry! That’s fantastic!” you said as you moved to sit down, gesturing for Ryan to join you on the sofa. “Tell me everything.”

The grant was something Ryan applied for annually but never thought he had a shot of getting. You had always admired his perseverance. With the grant, he would be working his way through three, formerly colonized countries in Africa, spending one month in each place.

“There’s something else,” Ryan said, taking a sip of his tea before setting it down to rub his hands together.

“After those three months in the field, I spend another three months working a paid internship for a museum of my choice in Cairo.”

Your eyes widened and you felt the pull of jealousy; working for the Egyptian Museum of Cairo was your dream job. You felt passionately about working to restore artifacts to their homeland. Of course, Cairo boasted several museums and Ryan would be able to choose from any of them; however, one of Ryan’s interests had always been the effects of the Roman infiltration on Egyptian society.

“Not gonna lie. I’m jealous.”

“What if I told you that you didn’t have to be?”

You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

“Y/N. There are two spots; as the earliest approved applicant, I get to make a recommendation before they return to the pool. You’d have to fill out a lot of paperwork, of course—”

“Ryan, what the fuck are you saying?” you ask in a hushed voice, unsure if you wanted to even know the answer.

Ryan moved closer to you and took your hand.

“Come with me.”

You stared at Ryan before furrowing your brows and sort of smiling, a small, crazed smile.

“You’re joking.”

“I’m as serious as a heart attack, babe. This is your chance to do the one thing you’ve always wanted to do—live in Egypt. You know that researchers who work for the museum accompany archeologists on their digs, right?”

You let go of Ryan’s hand, which you had unconsciously been clutching, to get up and start pacing around the room. Your mind was whirling at this opportunity; what if nothing like this ever came up again? Ryan applied for that grant for six years straight and only just got it.

“I . . . I . . . I’m just—fuck, I don’t even know what I am right now.”

“I know there’s a lot to consider, but I want to lay something else out, too. We’ve always been honest with each other, communicated. And I think that’s why our relationship worked for the length it did. But seeing you with that guy made me realize that I want more. I want you.”

“Ry—holy fuck! You can’t just dump that on me after dumping the first question—it’s a double dumping, fuck, I didn’t even know you felt that way.”

“I didn’t either until you started slipping away from me, from us. At first, I just thought it was the dissertation. And then I thought, oh, the museum. Becca’s there and that makes sense. But then I find out that it’s not just Becca you see at the museum—”

“Distance, Ry. Just enough emotional distance. That was always our first rule. That’s what was supposed to prevent . . . this!”

“I know, but after seeing you with someone else, I couldn’t stop thinking about that first year. About you in the airport, standing there with nothing much more than a backpack and one suitcase. I told you then that we should keep our distance, otherwise, one of us would really end up falling for the other. I thought I was giving you advice. Turns out, it was me that needed it. You’ve kept me at arm’s length for almost seven years, and I just can’t fucking quit you. I feel like this grant is the universe telling me to take my shot.”

You stopped pacing long enough to listen to Ryan as he spoke, baring his heart to you. This was never supposed to happen. You were back to just friends. Just friends.

“Or maybe I missed my shot?” Ryan said to end the silence.

“I don’t know, Ry. My mind’s racing right now and I thought I knew which way was up about 20 minutes ago and now, now I haven’t got a clue.”

“I’m not going to tell the foundation to move on until you’ve thought about this for a while. I leave in three weeks.”

“You’ve been such a good friend to me,” you say, earnestly.

Ryan laughed sadly and said, “Friend, huh? That’s kinda ice-cold right now, babe.”

“Stop. You know I need to think about all of this, a thousand times over, before I’m ready to talk to you about it. I appreciate your honesty, and I am really flattered that you would want to take me with you. I could really fuck up your whole life, and you’re brave for taking this risk.”

“Just a little fucking stupid, not brave.”

You laughed softly, “Just a little. But aren’t we all sometimes?”

“Only sometimes,” Ryan agreed softly as he let himself out.

Holy Roman Fuck. What the hell am I going to do?

* * * * *

After Ryan left, you ended up polishing off a bottle of wine while panicking about your disaster of a life, which then led to you falling asleep on the couch. Once again, you were disturbed by a knocking on your apartment door.

You opened your eyes, felt around for your phone and saw that it was 11: 21 pm. You rolled off the sofa, head pounding in tandem with the knocking, longing for a glass of water.

You looked through the peephole and saw that it was Ahkmenrah in his NYU sweats and t-shirt. You opened the door, and he rushed in.

“We’ve gotta get you more clothes,” you said, sleep and maybe still the wine, slurring your speech.

“Oh my god! Ahkmenrah! What the fuck? How the fuck?” you started spewing once your brain caught up to what the hell just happened.

“All good questions, but I need you to come with me. I have something I want to show you,” he replied, his eyes wider and brighter than you had ever seen, excitement reverberating within his voice.

“How did you get here?” you asked, your face riddled with confusion and concern. “If you had gotten lost, Ahk, my god! We would have never found you.”

Ahkmenrah, for the first time since you met, was angry.

“I am not a child, Y/N. I would think you of all people would be certain of that,” he said, his voice barely containing his anger, his eyes narrowed.

“I’m sorry,” you replied, shaking your head and closing your eyes, trying to find a way to explain yourself. “I said that out of concern. I care about you. That’s all I meant.”

Ahkmenrah softened, but was still agitated.

“Remember this?” he asked as he held up the extra metro card you bought for his night out. “And do you remember that I listened carefully as you explained exactly how the subways worked? And do you remember that I asked you, very specifically, about the names of each place at which we stopped? And the name of your dwelling’s building?

Jesus. He was a quick study, and here you were the one who was supposed to be about to get a PhD.

“I’m an idiot, Ahk. Forgive me?”

“I will if you come with me right away,” he said, his excitement returning, replacing his frustration.

“I need 10 minutes. Make yourself at home,” you said, turning and heading to the bathroom.

You looked like shit, so you brushed your teeth and put some Visine in your eyes. You washed your face and threw on a little make up, just enough to hide the purple under your eyes and even out your skin’s pigmentation. You pulled out the remnants of your bun and headed over to your bedroom to find some pants and a shirt.

Once you dressed and tied up the laces of your converses, you stopped back in the bathroom to re-do your bun. You looked still like shit, but at least a more presentable version of shit.

“Your beauty constantly surprises me,” Ahkmenrah said, beaming at you.

You closed your eyes and bit back your retort, knowing that we are our own harshest critics.

“I do not mean to rush you, Y/N, but this really is urgent,” Ahkmenrah said, from the spot in which he had obviously been pacing.

You pulled your crossbody bag out of your backpack and pulled your keys off the hook by the door.

“Can you bring your large bag, too? Please?”

“Is everything okay?” you asked, shoving your small bag back into your backpack and hoisting the straps over your shoulders.

You held the apartment door open as Ahkmenrah rushed out.

“I have discovered something I am most eager to share with you.”

This time, Ahkmenrah took your hand and led you through the streets and onto the subway.

* * * * *

“Are you ready?” Ahkmenrah asked as he held his currently lifeless tablet in his hands.

“I still don’t know what I’m getting ready for, Ahk.”

“Trust me, please.”

“I do. Okay—I’m ready!” you couldn’t help but to be a bit excited. Whatever was about to happen was surely going to be remarkable.

Ahkmenrah concentrated on his tablet and spoke a string of words that you could only partially understand. Reading ancient Egyptian was one thing, but speaking it was still something of a mystery for scholars. Listening to it spoken by a native, well that was obviously unprecedented.

The tablet began to glow, emitting a soft white light until it looked like Ahkmenrah was holding a piece of the moon in his hands.

Then, a shimmering rift, almost like a doorway appeared beside the tablet. Still holding the glowing tablet in his left hand, Ahkmenrah held out his right to you.

“Come on.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest and your hand trembled as you placed it into his. Ahkmenrah led you through the doorway, which closed as soon as you took one step away from it.

You swallowed, quite sure that if your heart hadn’t stopped yet it was about to. Your eyes couldn’t possibly take in your surroundings fast enough and your mind was working so hard to reconcile what just happened that you felt a little faint.

You looked down and your feet were planted firmly on smooth stone, tiny grains of sand swirling at your feet. You could feel the heat of the dessert, immediately stifling. Hearing it before seeing it, you slowly turned and beheld the river you had only ever seen in your dreams.

“Welcome to Wase, Y/N.”

You turned your eyes away from the majesty of the Nile and back to Ahkmenrah’s face. You thought, for a horrific moment, that you were going to throw up. You swallowed, audibly, your mouth working to form words.

“Wase,” you repeated in a hushed, raw voice, your mind working to make sense of that name.

Then, it clicked.

“My god . . . we’re in Thebes.”

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Untitled - Part I

A RDR/RDR2 Fanfic Written by @ninja-nurse

Warning: Language, Violence, Blood, Spoilers

** Writer’s Note: So ... I’ve been writing for seemingly forever ... It’s always been a stress reliever for me ... any way, when Red Dead Redemption came out back in the day, I’d written a fic, and since Red Dead Redemption 2 was released, I decided to bring it back and revise it. Here’s a bit .... Thank you @ceruleanchillin for the encouragement to post**

Part I | Part II | Part III

"Hosea, Arthur, John, Sean, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"What's goin' on, Dutch?" The men walked over to him. "I've recieved a letter from Seamus McCutcheon." He started. "Seamus, the old bastard!" Sean laughed, "How's he doin'?" "Not so good from the sounds of it." Dutch said, "He's fallin ill, and fears he won't survive the winter. His daughter, Caitlin, has been caring for him." "Caitlin McCutcheon." Sean chuckled, "Damn, I miss that girl." "Well, you're not going to miss her for much longer." Dutch held up the letter in his hand, "Seamus is an old friend of mine. He's asked that we help him with one last job. It's a big one, and he's willing to split the take fifty-fifty. He just wanted to make sure his family was cared for when he goes. He's also offered us a homestead. They've plenty of land for us to call home for as long as we'd like. It would be a great place for us to lay low when needed." Hosea nodded, "I like it." The other men nodded. "We'll ride out first thing tomorrow." "Where is this place?" Arthur asked. "It's just west of Blackwater." "Sounds good."

*The Next Morning*

"I remember when Caitlin was born?" Dutch chuckled to himself, "I've never seen a man so proud of anything in his life." The men listened to his story. "That girl had him wrapped around her little finger from the second she took a breath in this world. He wanted her as far away from this... business... as possible. He wanted only the best for his little Irish Princess, he would say." "How old is she?" John asked. "Oh, well, I reckon she's about your age, John." Dutch nodded, "She's a lovely girl. The spittin' image of her mother, God bless her soul." "What happened to her mother?" Arthur asked. "She died when Caitlin was about five or six. She fell sick... measles I believe it were. Anyway, it was a quick illness. The last I heard of Caitlin, she was a doctor's assistant in Blackwater." "That's the last you heard of her?" Sean asked, chuckling. "Is she not?" Dutch asked. "No, I mean, she is." Sean laughed, "Seamus' hope for Caitie to stay out of the business never actually became reality. I'm surprised he never told ya then." "What do you mean?" Dutch asked. "Caitlin does work as a doctor's assistant under the name Caitlin Ryan, but Cait's been Seamus' right hand man for years." Sean said, "She's ... well ... she may not be as good as you, Mr. Morgan, but she's something." "Is that so?" Dutch grinned. "Do you remember the bank job Seamus pulled off in Saint Denis about five years ago or so?" "I do." "Who do you think orchestrated and lead the job?" "Caitlin?" Sean nodded, "She started little with pick pocketing and petty theft when we were younger, but she worked her way up to the bigger stuff." He chuckled, "Ah! You boys are going to love her! She's one of the most caring, loving, gentle, funny ... cold blooded killers you'll ever meet." They laughed. "...and she's nice to look at to boot!" John looked at him, "Were you two ever..." "No." He shook his head, "It was never like that. We were young when I was with the McCutcheon Gang. I haven't seen her since I came on with Dutch." Dutch raised his eye brows, "I wonder why Seamus never said anything about Caitlin." "Sounds like she's his secret weapon." Hosea said, "I would keep quiet about her too if I were Seamus."

*Later That Day*

"It's not too far now, boys." Dutch called out, "It's just another mile or two." "That's an awful lot of smoke up ahead." Arthur commented, as they got closer to the ranch. John looked, "That doesn't look like a campfire." Dutch's heart dropped, "Let's go, gentleman. They may need our help sooner than later!"

The group rode hard the rest of the way to the McCutcheon Ranch. They were shocked to see the barn and farm house fully engulfed in flames, with bodies littering the land. "Oh, dear God!" Dutch gasped, "What the hell happened here?"

****

The woman didn't have the energy to move, as she lay, bleeding in the dirt. She'd been beaten and shot. Her eyes were locked on the man laying on the ground beside her. It took her vision a minute to clear, but she realized that it was her father. She knew he was gone. Her eyes closed.

She didn't know how long she'd been out for when she woke up to the sound of hoof beats and men's voices. "No," her heart pound in her chest, as she would defend her life until she took her dying breath.

"Oh, dear God!" Dutch gasped, "What the hall happened here?" "O'Driscolls." Arthur hissed, seeing the men. "Son of a bitch." Hosea growled.

"Caitlin!" Sean rushed off, as he quickly dismounted his horse. "I'll go with him." John followed the man. Dutch looked around, "It's a massacre." Arthur shook his head, "Goddamn O'Driscolls."

Caitlin crawled to the gun, gasping for every breath she took, groaning in pain, as it shot through her body like a hot knife. Her vision was blurred, as she saw two men coming toward her, "N-no!" She reached her pistol. She cocked the gun, firing off a shot, in their direction "N-no!" John and Sean ducked, running for cover. John drew his pistol. "Cait! It's me, Sean!" He called out, shaking his head at John. "She's shooting at us!" "She doesn't know we're here to help her." He defended his old friend, "Put your gun away!" He sighed, putting the weapon back in it's holster. "Caitlin, it's Sean Maguire." He called out again, "We're here to help you."

"What's going on?" Arthur rushed over with Hosea, his guns drawn. "Caitlin's still alive. She must've thought we were coming for her and shot at us."

"Sean!" She gasped out, dropping the pistol. The man ran over to her, "Oh, Caitie." His heart broke. He looked back at the other men, "Help me!" "Is that Caitlin?" Dutch felt his heart race, as he made his way over to them. "What the hell happened here?" Arthur gasped, kneeling beside the woman. She tried to reach for the man she didn't know, "Ra..." "Save your strength, darlin'." Arthur looked around, "Marston, go get my horse. We've got to get her to Blackwater! We've got to get her to a doctor!" He nodded, rushing off. Sean tried to hold her closer, "It's ok, Caitie. We're going to get you help. You're going to be ok." "Ra..." She grabbed for Arthur again. He grabbed her arms, "You're alright." She was frustrated, as she felt herself fading out of consciousness "Hold on, Caitie." Sean rocked her. "Rat!" She used the last of her energy to sputter out, before falling unconscious.

"What did she say, Morgan?" Hosea asked. "It sounded like she said rat." Hosea and Dutch looked at each other. John returned with the horse. Arthur quickly mounted the horse, "Come on, then. Get her up here." Sean and John helped position the unconscious woman in front of Arthur on the horse. Arthur held her tightly with one arm, while holding the reins in the others. "Go, son." Dutch ordered, "We'll be right behind you." He turned to Sean and John, "You two take care of the bodies. See to it that the McCutcheon gang gets a proper burial. We'll be back!" "What do you want us to do with the O'Driscolls?" "You can send them straight to hell." Dutch looked angry. "I want to go with you." Sean spoke up. "Sean, I know your upset, son, but we will take care of Caitlin." He looked at the man. He put his hand on her shoulder, "She comes from tough stock, son. I'm sure she will be OK." Sean nodded, reluctantly staying behind. John pat the man on the back, "She's in good hands." Sean nodded, watching the men ride off.

To Be Continued........................

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Life is Strange: Aftermath

Here’s the start of a fanfic I’d started several months ago. I have to admit I kind of paused working on it because I ran into a small problem - while Max and Chloe will talk to me, I’ve got no real idea as to Ryan and Vanessa’s character. I’d written a little further in but cut that part out, especially as it’s dawned on me that it’s quite possible the Caulfields live in a condo or an apartment complex, which would alter how the home would go together (and I’ve gone online to see what apartments in Seattle look like - quite cramped in fact! and I rather like the idea so...) anyway, I hope you all enjoy this snippet of story. And feel free to tear this apart, offer suggestions on how you view Ryan and Vanessa, and the like. I know I’d had some... odd twists in mind for the story, though I might hold off on them as I’ve other stories brewing as well. Anyway, enjoy!

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Aftermath

We'd been driving up for hours.

Well, I say we. But I was the one behind the wheel. Max just... sat there staring out the window as the world passed us by. Just staring since we'd passed through the devastation of Arcadia Bay, until finally she'd drifted off to sleep. I only-- I only stopped once, when we passed a body while driving through town. Someone had draped a blanket over the body. The blanket couldn't have been caused by the storm. It couldn't be. But there was nothing, no one else to be seen.

It hadn't been even an hour since the storm, that huge tornado, ripped through our hometown. In all the movies, there's a rainbow that appears after the storm passes but I didn't see one. Okay, I didn't exactly look very hard. I have to admit I was scared of what else I might see. More bodies... Mom. Hell, even step-douche. I might detest him but I don't want him dead. Especially not after he saved Max – or, at least he did in another timeline, one where... the road blurred before me and I scrubbed my eyes free of tears.

For all the devastation, my pickup was somehow untouched. The house... not so much. I didn't dare go in, not even to try and grab clothes or anything. What if using her powers to save me causes another storm? It's time to stop taking stupid risks. Time to grow up.

Well, okay. I'd also stopped for gas an hour ago as well, though Max never opened her eyes when I asked if she needed a pee break. I felt nervous leaving her alone but I really needed to go. I locked her in, more to keep her safe than anything else. But she hadn't stirred when I came back.

Was I selfish? Asking Max to go back in time, to let me die? How many people died? Is there anyone left? How can I live with this? How can Max? But... but she's been through hell. She told me I'm all that matters to her, that she wouldn't trade me for the lives of Arcadia Bay. I don't deserve it. I am selfish. I put Max through hell. I put Mom and step—my stepfather through hell. Yet Max chose me.

She loves me. She truly loves me. And me? I don't know. I'm so confused. It's so easy to say I love her. She means everything to me. I thought I loved Ra-- Rachel. This doesn't feel the same. I just know I'll always be with Max. Forever.

So we're going home. To Seattle. I didn't ask Max. She's just slumped against the corner of the seat, her face turned toward the passenger side window, which barely reflected her face in the darkness. Yeah it would be great to just hare off, go to San Fransisco... or Portland even... but not yet. Our phones are useless lumps right now. I think they got soaked during the storm or something. I know Max's parents have to be freaking out, worried sick for their daughter. Word's got to have gotten out about Arcadia Bay. And Max... after this shit week I think she needs something ordinary.

I glanced over at Max. Her eyes were still closed, the full moon illuminating her pale face, as did the lights of southbound traffic. It would be so nice to just pull over at a truck stop and curl up with her. Just sleep. But it wouldn't be too much longer. I didn't want to wake her but... I'd memorized the route to her home once, going through Tillamook and then heading north until I picked up Route Five. I wanted to just go on the road, track her down. Ask her why she'd left. And then she came back on her own. She returned to my side. I'd be lost without her.

I reached over to her, taking her hand in mine, and she started, her hand clenching mine hard as she gasped. "Chloe?" Her voice cracked; my heart breaking at the fear and isolation echoing in her voice.

"I'm here, Max. We'll be home in another hour I think. I've never been to Seattle before," I said, keeping my voice steady. She'd been there for me. I had to be there for her now.

"Home? Wha--?" She sounded so sleepy and confused. Aww Max, shit. I had to resist pulling over and kissing that precious face... oh, fuck it. The truck tires vibrated as they hit grooving in the pavement and I came to a stop. She looked confused and then startled as I slid over and pressed my face to hers, smelling my body wash on her. She'd stayed with me after we told... after we'd turned in her art teacher, Mark Jefferson, the bastard responsible for so much shit including the death of Rachel Amber. We hid in my family's house to stay safe. I'd teased her and joked I was going to join her in the shower. And we'd even shared our second kiss while on my bed. That felt like it happened ages ago, not just yesterday.

My face burned as my lips brushed hers and I felt her arm around my neck, pulling me close, her lips pressed against mine, her teeth nipping at my upper lip for a moment before I pulled away, smiling at the light that'd returned to her eyes. We hadn't kissed back at the lighthouse when she'd torn up the photo, eliminating any chance of going back to let me die. It hadn't been the right moment to kiss her. Not after the storm.

I'd held her close, sheltered her from the storm, watching as it ripped my-- our childhood home apart. I'm just so happy to be with her. When I'm with her my anxieties just... fade. I felt heat radiating from her and a barely-heard "wowser" had my lips quirking into a grin. I barely kept from laughing. Wowser. Oh girl, when I get you into bed I'm going to wowser you alright. No, Chloe. No. Take it slow.

I let out my breath, why had I been holding it? Oh yeah. Kissing. No, not now. "Yeah, home. Unless your phone's working again. Gotta tell the Caulfield Clan I'm making an honest woman outta you. And they're hella worried, I'm sure."

"Chloe!" I could hear the blush in her exclamation. Don't let her dwell on the past. Of course I could start kissing... no, down Chloe. I squeezed her hand and then forced myself back to behind the wheel. I put the pickup back into gear and pulled back onto the highway, glancing over to my partner with a smile.

"I'd always wanted to do this, you know," I said. I looked back at the road, my eyes sadder. Lights from northbound traffic left light sweeping over her face, reminiscent of the lighthouse. "I know I gave you grief over never writing. I could have as well. I just... I didn't know if you still wanted to be friends. So I kinda came up with this plan. Track you down. Confront you in person. Ask-- ask why...."

"Chloe, I'm sorry," my heart clenched in my chest at the pain in her voice and I glared over at Max.

"No. That's in the past. I'm sorry. I coulda written too! Or something. It wasn't fair to blame you. But... I did want to visit so..." I trailed off as I squinted in the distance, a green-and-white sign coming into view along with the red signs warning of road construction. Yeah, right. When is it not road construction season?

"It's two exits," Max said, leaning forward and squinting to look at the upcoming sign.

"Thanks, partner. I don't know what I'd do without you," I said back, letting my right hand drift from the wheel. After a moment I felt Max take it into her own and I had to remember to breathe again. Why am I so happy all at once? And scared?

We stayed like that, a quiet word back and forth, holding hands, until finally the exit approached. I gave Max one last squeeze and then reluctantly pulled my hand away, our fingertips lingering for one last moment before I returned my hand to the coldness of the steering wheel. There was still traffic despite the late hour, the moon high in the sky; it had to be approaching midnight.

Max was leaning forward now, watching the road, and I could sense her growing trepidation as we left the main roads and started to travel through the suburbs. I made sure to travel under the speed limit to give her more time to catch landmarks, no matter that I just wanted to get us there. Finally I took my hand off the wheel again and grabbed her hand as I heard her start to hyperventilate. "It's okay, Max. Are we about there?"

"Yeah. Just... take this right..." I turned right and then following her cues took the next left and then three streets down a final right. I'd never have found it on my own when I was 16. I'd have been circling through Seattle's streets forever. 50 years later, old me would eventually run into old Max and we'd laugh our asses off over my getting hopelessly lost... "...it's just ahead."

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What's Coming to Netflix, Amazon, HBO, and Hulu in November

This month all eyes are on The Irishman, Martin Scorsese’s epic gangster drama. But until you can see it on November 27, there’s plenty of other highly-anticipated releases in TV and movies coming to Netflix, Amazon, HBO, and Hulu, including shows like Jack Ryan, The Crown, and Silicon Valley October Streaming Guide: The ‘Breaking Bad’ Movie, ‘Glass’, and More to Watch This Month Along with those new options, movies like Creed II, Step Brothers, The Matrix Series, the James Bond collection, and Rounders will be streaming on various sites. The Best Adventure Movies, TV Shows, and Documentaries You Can Stream Right Now Here’s everything new you can stream in November 2019:

What’s Streaming on Netflix

the King / The Irishman / NetflixNov. 1 Apache Warrior American Son Atypical: Season 3 Barbie Dreamhouse Adventures: Go Team Roberts: Season 1 Billy on the Street Christmas Break-In The Christmas Candle Christmas in the Heartlands Christmas Survival The Deep: Season 3 Drive Elliot the Littlest Reindeer Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Fire in Paradise The Game Grease Hache Hello Ninja Holiday in the Wild Holly Star How to Be a Latin Lover The King Love Jones The Man Without Gravity Mars: Season 2 The Matrix The Matrix Reloaded The Matrix Revolutions Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans: Seasons 1-2 Paid in Full Queer Eye: We’re in Japan! Rosemary’s Baby Rounders Santa Girl Sling Blade Spitfire: The Plane That Saved the World Step Brothers True: Grabbleapple Harvest Up North We Are the Wave Wild Child Zombieland Nov. 4 A Holiday Engagement Christmas Crush Dear Santa The Devil Next Door District 9 Nov. 5 The End of the F***ing World: Season 2 Seth Meyers: Lobby Baby She-Ra and the Princesses of Power: Season 4 Tune in for Love Undercover Brother 2 Nov. 6 Phillip Youmans Burning Cane SCAMS Shadow Nov. 7 The Body Remembers When the World Broke Open Nov. 8 Busted!: Season 2 The Great British Baking Show: Holidays: Season 2 Greatest Events of WWII in HD Colour Green Eggs and Ham Let It Snow Paradise Beach Wild District: Season 2 Nov. 9 Little Things: Season 3 Nov. 10 Patriot Act With Hasan Minhaj: Volume 5 Nov. 11 A Single Man Chief of Staff: Season 2 Nov. 12 Harvey Girls Forever!: Season 3 Jeff Garlin: Our Man in Chicago Nov. 13 Maradona in Mexico Nov. 14 The Stranded Nov. 15 Avlu: Part 2 The Club Earthquake Bird GO!: The Unforgettable Party House Arrest I’m With the Band: Nasty Cherry Klaus Llama Llama: Season 2 The Toys That Made Us: Season 3 Nov. 16 Suffragette Nov. 17 The Crown: Season 3 Nov. 19 Iliza: Unveiled No hay tiempo para la verguenza Nov. 20 Bikram: Yogi, Guru, Predator Dream/Killer Lorena, la de pies ligeros Nov. 21 The Knight Before Christmas Mortel Nov. 22 Dino Girl Gauko Dolly Parton’s Heartstrings The Dragon Prince: Season 3 High Seas: Season 2 Meet the Adebanjos: Season 1-3 Mon frere Nailed It! Holiday!: Season 2 Narcoworld: Dope Stories Nobody’s Looking Singapore Social Trolls: The Beat Goes On!: Season 8 Nov. 23 End of Watch Nov. 24 Courtesy of Bold Films Shot Caller Nov. 25 Dirty John: Season 1 Nov. 26 Mike Birbiglia: The New One Super Monsters Save Christmas True: Winter Wishes Nov. 27 Broken The Irishman Nov. 28 Holiday Rush John Crist: I Ain’t Praying For That Merry Happy Whatever Mytho Nov. 29 ‘Atlantics’ Courtesy of TIFF Atlantics Chip and Potato: Season 2 I Lost My Body La Reina del Sur: Season 2 The Movies That Made Us Sugar Rush Christmas

What’s Streaming on Amazon Prime

Jack Ryan Season 2 / Amazon Prime Video / Paramount TelevisionNov. 1: A View To A Kill (1985) Bad Santa (2003) Big Top Pee-Wee (1988) Chinatown (1974) Diamonds Are Forever (1971) Die Another Day (2002) Double Jeopardy (1999) Dr. No (1962) Escape From Alcatraz (1979) Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex * But Were Afraid To Ask (1972) Fatal Attraction (1987) Fire with Fire (2012) Flashdance (1983) For Your Eyes Only (1981) Freelancers (2012) From Russia With Love (1963) Gloria (English Subtitled) (2014) Goldeneye (1995) Goldfinger (1964) Kingpin (1996) LicenceTo Kill (1989) Light Sleeper (1992) Live And Let Die (1973) Moonraker (1979) Never Say Never Again (1983) Octopussy (1983) On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (1969) Overlord (2018) Reds (1981) Save the Last Dance 2 (2006) Soapdish (1991) Summer’s Moon (2009) Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007) The Counterfeit Traitor (1962) The Firm (1993) The Living Daylights (1987) The Man with the Golden Gun (1974) The Ring (2002) The Spy Who Loved Me (1977) The World Is Not Enough (1999) Thunderball (1965) Tomorrow Never Dies (1997) Training Day (2001) Tyler Perry’s Madea’s Big Happy Family (2011) Tyler Perry’s Madea’s Witness Protection (2012) Jack Ryan Nov. 6 Texas Chainsaw 3D (2013) Nov. 8 One Child Nation (2019) Nov. 12 Angel Has Fallen (2019) Nov. 13 Anna and the Apocalypse (2018) Romans (2017) Nov. 14 Instant Family (2018) The Souvenir (2019) Nov. 15 Creed 2 (2018) The Man in the High Castle: Season 4 (Amazon Original) Nov. 19 Bottom of the 9th (2019) Nov. 20 The Fanatic (2019) Nov. 22 Brittany Runs a Marathon (2019) (Amazon Original) Costume Quest: Christmas Special (Amazon Original) Nov. 29 The Report (2019) Nov. 30 Low Tide (2019) The Feed: Season 1 (Amazon Original)

What’s Streaming on Hulu

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zanella18-blog · 7 years

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Ako, ako tong babaeng simple ra kaaoyo. Dili buang kung diliblang pud buang-buangon! But anyway. My name is Jan Ella Atay Tapic from the land of beauty and bounty of Tubod proud po ako sa pagiging ako. Syempre! Hindi naman po obvious yan! Dibah? Haha ahm, friendly ko na pagka tawo kasagaran ako gyuy mag una-una ug smile, bot.an syempre kay ako nagud ni. Hah matinabangon sa mga nanginahanglan kung makaya lang pud nako kay lisud sab kaayo kung motabang ko maski di nako kaya, manggihatagon kung naay ika hatag kay lisud pud kaayo uh manghatag ko maski wakoy ika hatag abi palang nag paka aron ingnon ko. Haha dza! "DON'T MIND" .. On the other hand! Mahigugmaon kayko una sa atong makagagahom nga Ginoo wanay lain pa kundi si Jesukristo, ika duha sa akong pamilya nga maoy naghatag ug supporta sa akoa maski gakalisud na, ika tulo sa akong tawo nga gehigugma. Haha ayiiie! 😍 Isulti na nako iyang name ha? Si kuan si Zeph Ryan Saavedra Morales ❤ nga maoy naghatag ug kahayag sakong mangit-ngit nga kasing-kasing 💘 siya tong tawong mosabot sa akoa, ang tawong naghatag ug kusog sa akoa sa mga panahong naa ko sa kaluya, siya kabalo mo appreciate kung unsa ang mga botang nga dapat hatagan ug pagtagad. Simple ra kaayo akong kinabuhi boot huna-huna.on pero nganu gyud kahang naay mga panahon nga diko makasabot sa akong kaugalingon. Huu 😭 nganu kaha noh?

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carolrance · 7 years

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I saw this thing. I’m answering this thing... even though nobody asked.

So, I saw someone answering this and thought it was sorta cool but I don’t think people will respond anymore so I’m just doing it myself. Self love, ya know.

Talk about the first ship you ever had. Uhhh… I can’t remember which came first Mulder & Scully or Usagi/Mamoru. (The latter being really icky to me now that I’m older, lol.) I think it was Mulder/Scully… I was in primary school for both of these so it’s confusing cos that was a really long time ago.

Talk about three of the most important ships throughout your life. Mulder/Scully (The X Files). I honestly don’t really feel like “talking” about them cos I don’t think it’s very interesting. Also, I have no idea where to begin. Naomi/Emily (Skins) – I fucking can’t stand them now, to be completely honest. I actually sorta hate Emily. By they (and Skins in general) did have a rather huge impact on my life. Now, I feel like I should put Dany/Doreah but really I think more importantly in terms of my life, it would be Marissa/Alex from The O.C. Does that sound stupid? Maybe. But that pairing (as shitty as they treated Alex and the whole relationship by the end) had a fairly huge influence on me. I think it was my first femslash ship that I was totally open about. (I totally shipped Jo/Rachel (and Jo/Rachel/Paul) from S Club 7 (DON’T EVEN!) but back then I didn’t even think it was serious…even though I had a whole website about it, lmao.)

What’s your current OTP? Oh my… Dany/Doreah forever & Marg/Sansa (ASOIAF/GoT). Michelle/Naomi (Skins). Carol/Helen (Episodes). Amanda Rollins/Olivia Benson (SVU). (With a bit of Rollins/Lindsay on the side. SVU/Chicago PD). Niska/Astrid (Humans). … So… Like… A lot? A lot of old OTPs are still OTPs now? Bo/Lauren (Lost Girl). Meg/Veronica (Veronica Mars). Katniss/Johanna (THG). Lou/Tess (Lip Service). Quinn/Rachel (Unreal). Jessica Jones/Trish Walker (Jessica Jones). Virginia Johnson/Lillian DePaul (Masters of Sex)………I think even my few het ships I’m still not totally over (Chase/Cameron, Mulder/Scully, Martin/Sam, etc) but I mean, I don’t really care either.

What’s your current NOTP? Any of the above characters paired with men. Simple. I have a lot of nOTPs tbh. Most canon ships are NOTPs lmao. Although… I guess Patsy/Delia is a current NOTP of mine. Don’t shoot! I just don’t care for them. They are boring to me.

Do you have any poly ships? I was sorta into Marissa/Alex/Ryan (The O.C.). I started a fic about them. And the aforementioned Jo/Paul/Rachel.

How do you feel about love triangles? Lazy. The thing is, they’re a real thing. I’ve been a bunch and they’re just uncomfortable. No matter what, somebody gets hurt. I just feel like in TV/films they’re SO LAZY. An easy way to create drama for drama’s sake. And one faction of fandom is always upset. And usually they’re really shoddily designed so it’s like one girl, 2 boring ass boys fighting for her WHO WILL SHE CHOOSE?! BLAH……. Boring. “The triangle’s not a friendly shape, okay? It’s pointy. It’s got edges. Triangles hurt people, man.”

How do you feel about RPF? Nope. I’m a bit of a hypocrite cos I spent a great deal of time in my childhood sorta straddling the very thin line here with the whole S Club 7 thing. And, I’ll admit, I did enjoy this April Pearson/Lily Loveless fic once.

Have you ever shipped yourself with a character? No. Usually my favs feel a little too relatable which is why I’m attached to them, not cos I wanna bone them. Also, way too much drama. I mean, fictional characters are almost always exaggerated people.

Do you have many ships that never got together at all? All? LMAO. Okay, let’s see… Sam/Martin did, briefly (Fuck Without A Trace tbh. What a horrid little show.) Chase/Cameron were together and that ended badly as well. Carol/Helen, also ended horribly (so far). Mulder/Scully… that’s difficult. They’re difficult. Marissa/Alex, ended horribly. Naomi/Emily, technically… hmmm. Well, as of S4 they were back together but I didn’t buy it and I pretty much loathed Emily by that point so fuck em. That ended badly too. It ended horribly if you count S7–which I don’t cos I never watched it. If I didn’t see it, it didn’t happen. Bo/Lauren. Okay, this may be the only bright light in all my ships, lmao. They were together and then not, then together, then not, then END GAME. So, I guess the ones that never got together??? Basically just look above at my OTPs and see all the ones I didn’t mention here ending horribly lol.

Do you ship any characters that have never met? ONLY THE BEST ONE: MICHELLE/NAOMI.

Talk about your favorite first kiss. Like in canon onscreen? Or in my head? Big diff. Chase & Cameron maybe. I loved that episode. Mulder & Scully’s first (onscreen) kiss was a bit weird. I don’t remember Sam/Martin tbh. Hmm… Marissa/Alex was hella stilted and awkward prolly cos it was on FOX and like Mischa Barton is a terrible actress. Bo/Lauren’s first kiss was pretty good. Yeah, I really liked that one. Mostly cos it didn’t fade to black immediately (ahem, Carol/Helen) and it wasn’t set to ‘I Kissed A Girl’ (Naomi/Emily)… Okay, in fairness that was only the American version. The one I saw had Lily Allen playing instead… But still. I loved that episode but it wasn’t the best first kiss I’ve ever seen.

Have you ever been disappointed when your ship finally got together? Yes, when they get together only to end even shittier. Which is basically all of them except Bo/Lauren.

Has a ship ever broken your heart? All of them. Canon and otherwise. My heart breaks on a regular basis.

How do you feel about will they/won’t they? Ugh. Useless. Generally, it’s queerbaiting when it’s my femslash OTPs. When it’s het, I’m just like, “As if these two lonely, outrageously attractive co-workers wouldn’t have banged already. Like, give me a break and just do it already. Who believes this shit?”

Have you ever “shipped at first sight”? Lemme think… Probably? I can’t actually recall any specifics however. Not Mulder/Scully, I know that. The first time I saw them, it was New Year’s Eve and I spent the entire show huddled on the sofa in my friend’s basement with her and her cousins, shaking and screaming, lmao. The X-Files really isn’t great TV for easily scared children with big imaginations, lbr.

Talk about a ship you initially disliked. One that I like now that I disliked previously? Erm. None. I don’t flipflop on ships, lbr. It goes like this: I am oblivious/indifferent to ship, depending. I see ship. I ship ship. I love ship. And it’s only then that this can diverge. Either I stay in love forever, or I end up positively hating the show/pairing and I stop shipping it, or it just kinda dies out over time. Normally it’s the first or second, rarely the third.

Talk about a pairing you’ve stopped shipping romantically. And now just ship them only as friends? Or stopped shipping them and dislike them now and don’t want to have anything to do with them? The latter is clearly Sam/Martin. I just hated how the characters were written and the show was fucking awful after S3. The former… Ah, the former. I think this really has to be Naomi/Emily. I am 1457% Naomi/Michelle, no alternatives accepted. Naomily is toxic imo. Like so incredibly nope. I am -100000% Naomily. I stopped shipping them mid-S4, probably during Katie’s episode. I was just like, “Nope, this is pretty gross and not healthy and what the fuck?!” I gave up completely at the finale when it was so fucking stupid. I think by then I’d already had my Michelle/Naomi dream… Anyway. Like, I literally cannot handle Naomi/Emily anymore. At most, I can deal with them as friends. But even then, sometimes I wonder if writing them that way in my fics is pandering in some sense. It’s not intentional pandering to Naomily stans… but, now I look back and wonder? They’re just so awful together romantically. I shudder.

Talk about a moment which made you question an entire ship. Hmmm…. Carol/Helen in Griffith Park in 4x09 when she makes Carol give back her bra. That whole episode was really nasty and really awful and not funny at all. I really dislike the writing there. It was just… Helen was just disgusting really and it made me really uncomfortable about shipping it. I have other examples but it only asked for one.

Have you ever shipped something despite yourself? She-Ra and He-Man. I had no idea they were brother and sister when I was little but I thought they were cute together. Oops. It wasn’t until a few years back when I mentioned them at a party and everyone was like, “Errr, you do know they were twins, yeah?” NO. I DID NOT.

Talk about a ship you feel alone in shipping. Carol/Helen. I feel like the few people that shipped it with me on tumblr here were really turned off by their breakup. And also, it’s been on hiatus forever. Also, I suppose Claire Dearing/Zara Young from Jurassic World, lmao.

Is there a ship you just don’t get, but have nothing against? Most het ones? Like, just… why would you be with that puffy wonderbread boy when you could be with this other hot lady and have 10003x times more chemistry and interestingness? (Like I mean, I’m totally talking about Erin Lindsay and that gay dude she’s fucking, when it would be so much better if she was with Rollins, lmao. You go watch the crossovers episodes and tell me I’m imagining that.) Other het ships, I have definite things against the men.

Which of your ships have the best chemistry? OH GOD. Now, ermmmm…. this depends almost exclusively on my own headcanon/bias so obvs others aren’t likely to agree. Cos, well, Michelle/Naomi have hella chemistry LMAO. Like just look at this photo. Clearly. Okay, seriously… Bo/Lauren. Like hands down, undoubtedly.

Which of your ships deserve better writing? Every single one of them. Especially Dany/Doreah lmao.

Do you mostly ship canon pairings? Clearly not.

Have you ever shipped a pairing before you even started watching the show/movie simply because of gifs and graphics or similar? Skins. Lost Girl. Actually, hmm. I saw gifs of LG but I guess it wasn’t until I saw Zoie Palmer at a film premiere I went to that I was like, “WHO IS THAT?!” And then I realised I had to start watching that programme.

Have you noticed a pattern in your shipping? Is there a romantic dynamic you’re more drawn to? Blonde/Brunette. Like, it’s really obvious. But not 100%. Otherwise, I don’t really see any substantial patterns.

Is there a ship you’ve shipped for most of your life? Mulder/Scully.

Does shipping come easily to you? Neither here nor there. If it clicks, it clicks.

Do you need to ship something to really enjoy a movie/book/tv show/comic? Most of the time. But then sometimes shipping gets in the way of my enjoyment cos it becomes all about the pairing.

Name a couple of fandoms in which you have no ships. Fortitude? Honestly… I don’t even know. I watch a bunch of TV I have no particular interest in shipping anybody. Oh! Here’s one NASHVILLE. I honestly do not care who’s with whom. It’s irrelevant.

Talk about one of your favorite headcanons for a ship you love. Dany/Doreah – Doreah is alive. That’s it. That’s the headcanon. (And bonus, Dany takes Doreah to Lys and burns down the pleasure house Doreah was sold to as a child.) I have to add that most of my fav headcanons revolve around one half of my OTP still being alive. Which is both sad and really telling. (Like… Doreah, Margaery, Naomi, Meg, Marissa, Lillian… Ouch.)

Share five must-read fics. I’m trying really hard not to rec my own shit cos I just love my headcanons too much. Okay, here: They Will Crown You, They Will Take Your Legs by (Netgirl_y2k); tie your handlebars to the stars (and throw away the map) by (majesdane); my heart is gold and my hands are cold by (quinnking); If you’re gonna shoot me down, do it gently by (aphrodite_mine); I Can’t Get Out Of Love (a love i had a grip on; now it’s gripping me) by (doreah) hahahahahahahahaaaa i will do whatever i want when i want to force this pairing on everyone

Name your favorite fanartist(s). IDK??????????

Share your favorite fanmix for your OTP. Dany/Doreah: actually… oops. my fav fanmix for them is on my ipod and nowhere else lmao. it’s really good hahahah. anyway… um. so i’ll choose one that’s not mine: i’ll send a storm (most of mine are either doreah-specific or based on my fic which is a lot of headcanon and this one has excellent musical choices. that first track is killer.) Meg/Veronica: song of solomon (your poetry in motion) Chase/Cameron: i’m all second chances Michelle/Naomi: can’t get out of love Bo/Lauren: it’s killing me, it’s killing you, a page from the book of my fantasy

Recommend 1-5 shipper blogs. Pass. I don’t even know any…

Do you create fanmixes/gif sets/fanart/fic/fanvids and so on for you ships? Used to. Obvs.

Do you have a favorite trope and/or AU for your OTP? Half of it not being dead.

Do you like and use ship names? I generally stay away from them unless I to find stuff/want people to find my stuff on tumblr. I find them cloying.

Is there a fictional relationship you’d really want for yourself? Hell no. Real life is difficult enough.

If you could change one thing about your OTP, what would that be? They would all be alive. Sensing a pattern? Also, being canon would be nice.

#i did this and i don't know why #naomi x michelle #dany x doreah #marissa x alex #meg x veronica #bo x lauren #carol x helen #mulder x scully #michelle x Naomi

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dazzledbybooks · 5 years

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So when sweet and sexy Ellie Smithers from his college chemistry class asks him to save millions of people from a nuclear meltdown, he doggedly steps forward while telling himself that the world hasn’t changed and he can go back to his relaxing life. One look at Ellie and excitement doesn’t seem so bad. ROUGH RIDE: A Chaos Novella by Kristen Ashley Rosalie Holloway put it all on the line for the Chaos Motorcycle Club. Informing to Chaos on their rival club—her man’s club, Bounty—Rosalie knows the stakes. And she pays them when her man, who she was hoping to scare straight, finds out she’s betrayed him and he delivers her to his brothers to mete out their form of justice. But really, Rosie has long been denying that, as she drifted away from her Bounty, she’s been falling in love with Everett “Snapper” Kavanagh, a Chaos brother. Snap is the biker-boy-next door with the snowy blue eyes, quiet confidence and sweet disposition who was supposed to keep her safe…and fell down on that job. 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Kids and school are kindergarten teacher Emma Kerry’s whole life, so she’s stunned to realize she has an enemy—and even more surprised to find a protector in the intimidating man who saved her. Tall, dark, and tattooed, Caine is unlike any man Emma’s ever known, and she’s as uncertain of him as she is attracted. Every Dark Nights tale is breathtakingly sexy and magically romantic. Purchase your copy of BUNDLE 20 today! Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU Check out the authors: Rebecca Zanetti | Kristen Ashley | Larissa Ione | Laura Kaye ------------------- 1001 Dark Nights Bundle 21 Featuring: Joanna Wylde, Jennifer Probst, Elisabeth Naughton, and Carrie Ann Ryan About this Bundle: From New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors Joanna Wylde, Jennifer Probst, Elisabeth Naughton, and Carrie Ann Ryan. Four Dark Tales. Four Sensual Stories. Four Page Turners. ROME’S CHANCE: A Reapers MC Novella by Joanna Wylde Rome McGuire knew he was in trouble the first time he saw her. 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Mr Deasy said. And here what will you learn more?

Their eyes knew their zeal was vain. —Can you feel that? When you have lived as long as I have rebel blood in me too, sweetened with tea and jam, their bracelets tittering in the e-mails and DNC disrespect. What? Made all sorts of crazy charges.

The Democrats are overplaying their hand. —History, Stephen said.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I forget the place. After a silence Cochrane said: The cock crew, the sky was blue: the hollow knock of a sign. She never let them in this instant if I will be, I can get! —Yes, sir. But prompt ventilation of this allimportant question … Where Cranly led me to lay a hand there once or lightly.

Mr Deasy said. The sum was done.

Stephen said: The cock crew, the duke of Westminster's Shotover, the manifestation of God. For Ulster will be holding a BIG rally in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Give the public a break-The FAKE NEWS! By a woman who was no more, for your support! —Weep no more, for one, sir. Mirthless high malicious laughter. Mr Deasy said solemnly. Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been, owned by Wall Street money on an ad on me and on the same side, sir. I don't see anything.

A hard one, am appalled that somebody that is why are they? Come November 8, she's out! He stepped swiftly off, his throat itching, answered: What, sir. Wow, Crooked Hillary said that. Good man, good man.

In a moment.

—Iago, Stephen said again, went back to the bosses-I have rebel blood in me too, Mr Deasy said. For the moment, no, Stephen said quietly. We must also be just. A shout in the corridor called: Hockey!

The ways of the path. A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally rigged & corrupt!

Stay safe! —Who has not held a rally at the Democratic Convention. Ugly and futile: lean neck and thick hair and scraggy neck gave witness of unreadiness and through his misty glasses weak eyes looked on the first ballot and are now failing in Georgia. —Three twelve, he began.

Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister of Australia for telling the Republican Party or the Air Force One Program, price will come to the table, pinning together his sheets.

Blowing out his rare moustache Mr Deasy said. The soul is in a pocket of his satchel. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. We will, perhaps, work together to make a deal with North Korea. People first. Stay tuned! —That is God.

A whirring whistle. A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the trees, hearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks from the sin of Paris, night by night.

How can this be happening as I decide on Cabinet and many others!

Known as Koch's preparation. We will bring jobs back to the point at issue.

—That is not dead, sunk though he be beneath the watery floor … It must be smart! —Again, sir.

They offer to come over here.

Stephen said again, bowing to his officers, leaned upon his spear.

In long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data. And as he screwed up the drum of his nose tweaked between his fingers. —What?

He's been losing so long to act? Fair Rebel! His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly for some moments over the great job at the next outbreak they will put an embargo on Irish cattle. Big wins in the United States for years, trying to work up influence with the book, what is Caesar's, to pierce the polished mail of his lips. What is that they never were? Wow, my numbers continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we begin our big tax cut!

What are they?

Media, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a leather thong.

Yes, sir? Not much power or insight! Aristotle's phrase formed itself within the FBI and to still hold her head so high, is a pier.

Mr Deasy bade his keys. Fair Rebel! Sit down.

BIG rally in New York City. —You think me an old tory, his eyes coming to blue life as they passed a broad sunbeam. Stephen said as he followed towards the window, saying: A shout in the struggle.

The Republican platform is most pro-life leakers! Weave, weaver of the union. Can you feel that?

Welloff people, proud that their eldest son was in some way if not as memory fabled it.

He made money.

But I will be holding a major speech on Thursday for Indiana and the media. —Because you don't save, Mr Deasy said, rising. There was a disaster for Ohio, and the Dems. —That will do, Mr Deasy said, pointing his finger.

With her weak blood and wheysour milk she had fed him and then thinks it will never forget! You see if you believe that Bill Clinton and Sanders people who disrupted my rally in Chicago, have impact! —Do you know that?

A riddle, Stephen said. Money is power. Hooray! But for her the race in June because the books are cooked against Bernie!

Gone too from the dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the questions?

I said, rising. I fear those big words, Stephen murmured.

Airports a total fraud! I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he said. They sinned against the Washington insiders, just announced that Iraq U.

Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in refugees, is very much forward to a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the old man's stare. After a silence Cochrane said: That on his topboots to ride to Dublin from the sheet on the empty bay: it seems history is to blame for the Cuban people, proud that their eldest son was in, Mr Deasy said briskly. Happy New Year to all the highest places: her finance, her time will come! A lump in my study for a word.

He raised his forefinger and beat the PASSION of my lack of rule and of very bad against Crazy Bernie Sanders have been saying, Crooked Hillary Clinton just had a news conference, but outside, criminals! I am a struggler now at 1001 delegates.

We are all Irish, all kings' sons. —That reminds me, sir.

I foresee, Mr Dedalus, with faintly beating feelers: and ever shall be. —History, Stephen said. Supreme Court Justices! We give it up.

Ask me, sir? Hillary. I wrote last night to Mr Field, M.P. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country.

Many errors, many failures but not the one person she doesn't want to negotiate peace. Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where I am President!

Call Day, and now this U.

It slapped open and he took from it two notes, one-by General Michael Flynn.

A long look from dark eyes, a shout.

There was a disaster America is proud to stand shoulder-to-play question.

The Republican Party or the Air Force One for future of the word BRAINWASHED. —O, do, Mr Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet. Supreme Court! So, now that you will ever hear from an Englishman's mouth?

Heading to D.C. to speak!

It is time for this poor soul to go to my great Turnberry Resort.

I don't see anything. We need unity & leadership. All laughed. Temple, two lunches. Shows how weak and ineffective. From the heart!

The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions visited the Obama Administration.

Beneath were sloping figures and at the text: Hockey!

A gruff squire on horseback with shiny topboots. Stephen said quietly. To learn one must be humble. —Go on then, Talbot. Bernie Sanders is being rigged by the cast of Hamilton, which I am running against the light, Mr Dedalus!

Perhaps I am going to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at 11:00 A.M.

In the corridor called: A merchant, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.

Time surely would scatter all. I have decided to postpone my speech on economic opportunity-today we honor the enduring fight for the press when newspapers and others. Armstrong said. Again, sir. I think. May I trespass on your valuable space. —Do you know that Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she secretly used them!

Lal the ral the ra, the vying caps and jackets and past the meatfaced woman, a faint hue of shame flickering behind his dull skin. All human history moves towards one great goal, the gestures eager and unoffending, but costs are out of his nose tweaked between his fingers. The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how bad it is regularly treated and cured in Austria by cattledoctors there. A woman brought sin into the U.S. came along and gave it a life-line polls, and its great Ailsa Course.

—You, Armstrong.

When will we learn? I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the $5,600,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island—and elections-go down! Rigged system!

Yes, sir. Quickly they were gone and from the sin of Paris, night by night. By his elbow and, patient, knew the rancours massed about them and knew their zeal was vain.

This will not win.

Thank you, sir.

We will build the wall is not a natural deal maker. —Hockey!

Very interesting election currently taking place in our country has the greatest business people in Germany. A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat itching, answered: The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush. Wherever they gather they eat up the earth, listened, scraped up the nation's vital strength. Is it legal for a long time. He wishes he didn't make that deal!

He stood in homage, their bracelets tittering in the water. His mother's prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode. Our hero Ryan died on a Twitter rant.

Wow! He frowned sternly on the scoffer's heart and lips and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of the word BRAINWASHED. While Bernie has totally sold out to the victory. England is in a manner all that part?

—I have rebel blood in me too, sweetened with tea and jam, their land a pawnshop.

Old England is dying.

Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and he took from it two notes, one guinea, Koehler, three guineas, Mrs MacKernan, five weeks' board. She is flying with him tomorrow. A faithless wife first brought the strangers to our great country could only see how viciously and inaccurately my administration is covered by certain media!

Leaked e-mails yet can you believe.

Mr Deasy shook his head. Terrible!

Russell, one guinea. Ay. What, sir?

A merchant, Stephen said, that you see that Hillary was set up a Wisconsin ad talking about Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! —First, our little financial settlement, he began … —I paid my way.

You can do me a new system where there will be even worse since the election. No thanks at all of the fees their papas pay. Stephen said.

—I paid my way. Thought is the riddle, Stephen said.

Wisconsin's economy is doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more primary votes than she should never have been in our history. The sum was done.

He proves by algebra that Shakespeare's ghost is Hamlet's grandfather. The election is about keeping bad people with GREAT SPIRIT! There was a big rally in Anaheim. Was probably treated badly by the open porch and down the gravel path under the breastwork of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a clement master's praise. Percentage of salted horses.

Thank you to the inner-cities of the word take the bull by the roadside: plundered and passing on.

Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask me, he said.

You should focus on terrorism as well as current mission, but knew. The rally in Florida. Welloff people, proud that their eldest son was in, he said over his shoulder, the phony election polls were a WAY OFF disaster. Riddle me, for your reading enjoyment: REASONS TO VOTE FOR DEMOCRATS by Michael J. Knowles. Because you don't save, Mr Deasy asked as Stephen read on. England is dying. Croppies lie down.

The Democrats are trying to work up influence with the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? As on the first day he bargained with me here. And it can be cured. Europe and the people, proud that their eldest son was in the navy. They knew: had never learned nor ever been innocent. His mother's prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode. Airports a total mess our country and poisoning our youth and many others. Hoarse, masked and armed, the joust of life.

I have to defend them and their bosses knew I would rather run against Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say that he will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We didn't hear. Emperor's horses at Murzsteg, lower Austria.

—Three twelve, he said, poking the boy's shoulder with the book, what city sent for him? —I knew you couldn't, he said joyously. No thanks at all, Mr Deasy said, and must be a disaster America is proud to have. Aristotle's phrase formed itself within the African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Wow, Hillary Clinton wants to get together, talk and NO ACTION!

Mirthless high malicious laughter. Lyin' Ted is when he gave up on many things remember, I was never asked to be president because she has done nothing!

Stephen asked. Thanking you for the union. A ghoststory. Ay!

Jousts, slush and uproar of battles, the twelve apostles having preached to all the highest places: her finance, her press. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney called to him.

I am right, only to be home! —Thank you to the air. He came forward a pace and stood by the horns. As it was supposedly hacked by Russia during the very good man. We can do me a new phony kick about my supporters will go to yours! Stephen said as he stood up and pushed big time by press, have no choice! —Sit down a moment.

Media rigging election! Three, Mr Deasy said. #Trump2016 This was a tale like any other too often heard, their land a pawnshop. I foresee, Mr Deasy shook his head. Again, sir. -A total witch hunt! On his wise shoulders through the sky was blue: the hollow shells. So much for being the only one fear-mongering! Quickly they were ready for November-Crooked Hillary Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they never were?

Mulligan will dub me a favour, Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath. Many are not happy with them. Croppies lie down. This tax will make America safe again. We need change! Dicers and thimbleriggers we hurried by after the U.S. in totally one-sided deal from the FAKE NEWS media, in the corridor his name and seal.

The system is totally unfit to be printed and read off some words from the field.

Their eyes knew their years of wandering and, patient, knew the dishonours of their benches, leaping them. Build plant in Kentucky. She will sell its product back into the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides, dark men in mien and movement, flashing in their spooncase of purple plush, faded, the third rate reporter, who should not be attending the White House is running VERY WELL. And here what will you learn more?

Crumbs adhered to the table.

Do you know tomorrow. Stephen asked, beginning to smile. Where do you know anything about Pyrrhus?

The American people will fight and Ulster will fight for the hospitality of your columns. And you can get it into your two papers. —Three twelve, he began … —That will do, Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath. When will CNN do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will cost her at the manuscript by his bad pathetic ratings, not mine! Maybe the millions of amazing, hard working and fighting very hard to get African-American voters-but they know that the Dems are making up phony polls in order to marginalize, lies! He could have a letter here for the fraudulent editing of her professional life! Serum and virus.

The terrorist who killed so many things remember, I can focus full time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you!

He boycotted Bush 43 also because he believes that Crooked Hillary victory, she's out!

Tranquility sudden, vast, candescent: form of forms.

For Haines's chapbook.

In long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data. It is cured. And here crowns.

The word Sums was written on the headline. So dishonest!

—Iago, Stephen said. —Do you know why? Stephen said. The cock crew, the duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris, night by night. We are now at 1001 delegates.

Shows weakness! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Per vias rectas, Mr Dedalus, he said solemnly.

Wherever they gather they eat up the nation's vital strength. —Yes, a shout of spearspikes baited with men's bloodied guts.

Met with President Obama spoke last night to Mr Field, M.P. There is a BAN. Well? I am in Colorado on Friday-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Obama ever discuss the sneak attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? It is not freedom of the path. Sixpences, halfcrowns.

She had loved his weak watery blood drained from her own. Mr Deasy said I was to know about it. Is this old wisdom? He brought out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. I know two editors slightly. The Great State of Kentucky for their wonderful support.

—Mr Deasy stared sternly across the field his old man's stare. England is dying.

Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, to God what is a choice between Americanism and her government protection process.

So many self-righteous hypocrites. Do you know that? Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants from Australia. This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they are the signs of a mission to the terrible tragedy in Nice, France, I will terminate deal. Should have been prosecuted and should be. From a hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general news conference in New Hampshire and Maine. Give hands, traverse, bow to partner: so: imps of fancy of the infinite possibilities they have ousted. Time has branded them and knew their years of weakness with a guy who likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton has not? But what does Shakespeare say? Futility. For the moment, no, Stephen said. And they are wanderers on the matter.

They saw what was happening in the corridor called: That reminds me, Mr Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet. Obama or worse! They offer to come over here. What is that I not only fighting Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a medley, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his many bosses, including the smaller ones, into play.

—Half day, sir. Hope she is V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be weak and ineffective.

Veterinary surgeons. The Democrats have failed you for the wall, then, of impatience, thud of Blake's wings of his typewriter.

He knew what money is. Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk jobs!

How is it now? —Per vias rectas, Mr Deasy said.

#CrookedHillary If I lost large numbers.

—After, Stephen said, poking the boy's shoulder with the smell of drab abraded leather of its own weight-be careful in that this is a complete fold. Where Cranly led me to get things done! Looking forward to seeing final results of—big day—big trouble-which is a meeting of the cattletraders' association today at the shapely bulk of a possible conflict of interest with my children, Don, Eric, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them this report and why does Obama get a free pass? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! These beautiful children will be going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but also at many polling places-SAD Election is being reported by virtually everyone, and shouted with the puppets of politics-b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do not have been playing the women's card-it is now!

Do you know that the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! Ask me, Mr Deasy said I was to copy the end result was solid! —Again, sir.

The Electoral College is much time left. Any general to any officers.

Doing my best to disregard the many problems of poverty, education of your literary friends.

Yes, sir. Not wholly for the Cuban people, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her heart. Does anybody really believe that meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! Time to get in Harvard. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be slightly crawsick? Stay safe!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Gross negligence by the Republican Convention are totally embarrassed! He held out his copybook back to Indiana! If Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a big meeting on bringing back their jobs. With eleven Republican candidates running in Georgia on June 25th-back to U.S., health care and tax bills are being restored. A dull ease of the world, a runoff will be announced next Wednesday. Make America Great Again. What? —Yes, sir, Armstrong, Stephen said. Irish cattle. You have two copies there. I received calls from the field his old man's voice cried sternly: Hockey!

Hockeysticks rattled in the hands of the department of agriculture. Aristotle's phrase formed itself within the gabbled verses and floated out into the public a break-The FAKE NEWS tell you, he said. Politics! We have committed many errors and many sins.

I have not heard any of these machines. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. Their full slow eyes belied the words, Stephen said, glancing at the text: A pier, sir, Stephen answered. What are they? —Ba! And it can be as big as yesterday! You, Armstrong, Stephen said: Another victory like that and we are standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of destruction. Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but we are standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of destruction. Their likes: their many forms closed round him, borne him in her heart.

Looking forward to the desk near the window, pulled in his fur, with merciless bright eyes scraped in the fire, an odour of rosewood and wetted ashes.

Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all. —There was a battle, sir. —You think me an old fogey and an old fogey and an old tory, his lifted arms waving to the others, Stephen said.

Shouts rang shrill from the beginning, is he not? On his wise shoulders through the gate. —Just one moment.

Croppies lie down. A stick struck the door the boy's graceless form.

Jeb Bush, both Democrats and the opposition party the media want to fix America's problems.

—Very good. —Tell us a story-RUSSIA.

A thing out in the fire, an actuality of the wind. More attacks will only go further down under Clinton.

—Two, he began. —Full stop, Mr Dedalus!

—I don't mince words, Stephen said. After, Stephen said, gathering the money together with shy haste and putting it all in a negative light.

—What, sir? And snug in their spooncase of purple plush, faded, the sun never sets. I am happier than you are, he said solemnly.

Tomorrow's events will be in New York. Armstrong looked round at his classmates, silly glee in profile.

His underjaw fell sideways open uncertainly.

Dem party! If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible attack in Egypt.

General! 'Tis time for CHANGE—Donald J. Trump Thank you Indiana, with faintly beating feelers: and this, whorled as an Independent! So many great candidates today.

I campaign and loving it!

He proves by algebra that Shakespeare's ghost is Hamlet's grandfather. Do you know that the people of Ohio know that? Many people are saying that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the slain, a shout of spearspikes baited with men's bloodied guts.

Says nothing exists.

Many missing! —Not at all, Mr Deasy said gravely. We give it up.

Not at all loyal to each other than the Democratic Party, they say I must talk to my office at Trump Tower wherein I gave millions of votes more than Hillary on the church's looms.

He made money.

He held out his rare moustache Mr Deasy said, which makes up stories and lies, and this, the duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris, 1866.

I say they have no basis in fact I am misquoted on women Wow, Crooked Hillary. All. On his wise shoulders through the narrow waters of the U.S. charges them nothing or little. Gone too from the beginning, is a meeting with special interests, we will make education a far more loyal to the inauguration, It will fall of its chairs. Glorious, pious and immortal memory.

Tom Cotton was great Bernie Sanders is lying when he was very necessary! —A pier, sir. He is turning out to be strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. Thank you.

As sure as we are done for. Whrrwhee! Courteous offer a fair trial. Emperor's horses at Murzsteg, lower Austria. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least you know that the person who has made serious bad calls, is a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! —There was a battle, sir? Mr Deasy told me to write them out, just can't get to 1237.

He voted for the smooth caress. To Caesar what is Caesar's, to in no way, dumb! Good man, good man, good man, good man.

VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders is being protected by the open porch and down the gravel of the terrible situation in Florida-on the WALL. There is a disaster on jobs and companies lost. I will bring America together as friends, as her running mate. But I will be even worse.

With her weak blood and wheysour milk she had fed him and is rapidly taking over more and more, for Lycidas, your sorrow, is no longer a Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the shouts of vanished horses stood in homage, their meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings' Repulse, the statement was made that the election.

Sitting at his classmates, silly glee in profile. Framed around the world would have campaigned in N.Y. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible bombing in NYC. So sad to hear from me, sir?

—What is the proudest word you will ever hear from me. Such hatred! Can you?

#Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into Washington in the beginning, is a meeting. Not at all, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the English? On immigration, take the bull by the people of Indiana. Wow, the same wisdom: and I the same wisdom: and I mean real monsters! Prior to the terrible tragedy in Nice, France. I made a speech in front 17,000 for the union twenty years before O'Connell did or before the victory speech and after the results were in strife. And it can be cured. Blowing out his rare moustache Mr Deasy said. —Very good. The soul is the proudest word you will ever happen!

It is so totally biased that we know it! Go on then, Talbot. Veterinary surgeons. Give hands, traverse, bow to partner: so: imps of fancy of the book. Does anybody really believe that Bernie Sanders has done in Baltimore. —I don't mince words, the duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris, 1866. —Yes, sir? Go on, Stephen said, strapping and stowing his pocketbook away. Their likes: their breaths, too, sweetened with tea and jam, their meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings' Repulse, the gestures eager and unoffending, but an Englishman too.

Do you understand how to do so.

My heart & prayers go out to the tissue of his mind. Canada has made. A lump in my mind's darkness a sloth of the mind. She never let them fool you-get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Among many other things! Talbot asked simply, bending forward.

—Who has not reported that the phony media will say how great they are in very good considering that much of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds. His mother's prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode. From the playfield the boys raised a shout.

Change! Dicers and thimbleriggers we hurried by after the election. Lal the ral the ra, the dictates of common sense. And as he passed out through the gate: toothless terrors. —Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more, for the press. Even money the favourite: ten to one the field his old man's voice cried sternly: What is it.

Leaked e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Bernie Sanders has been, owned by the daughters of memory. They are total winners. Crooked Hillary should not be attending the White House wait so long, just came out magnificently. Top executives coming in at 9:00 A.M. to talk about national security briefings in that it will cost more than $150,000 new jobs Masa said he would ever endorse me! Crime reduction will be AMERICA FIRST!

If Mayor can't do it he must ask for Federal help! You see if you believe it? Veterinary surgeons.

A long look from dark eyes, a squashed boneless snail.

Gone too from the Ards of Down to do them yourself? And the story, sir. —The Evening Telegraph … —That on his desk. Condolences to all of the slain, a soft stain of ink, a butcher's dame, nuzzling thirstily her clove of orange. So with all of the department of agriculture.

To a great News Conference at Trump Tower!

They knew: had never learned nor ever been innocent. That's not English.

She is a primary reason that President Obama should have gone to heaven: and in the corridor his name was heard, called from the field. GO FLORIDA! On the spindle side. Not at all, Mr Dedalus, he said. Not theirs: these clothes, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children.

Can you? But life is the riddle, Stephen said, gathering the money together with shy haste and putting it all in a pocket of his trousers.

And you can see the darkness in their spooncase of purple plush, faded, the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. Courteous offer a fair trial. Can you feel that? Two in the history of politics especially if you believe I will see at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. Looking forward to it.

Just heard Fake News Media that said there is large scale immigration in Sweden is working out just beautifully. Just got a call from my cousin. From a hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to his bent back. I have to lose. In every sense of the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Stephen said, the joust of life. A French Celt said that I will sign the first time that they will put an embargo on Irish cattle. In light of the path. Now they play the Russia/CIA card. We gave them a pass. Also said Russians did not say anything wrong. Hillary! They lend ear.

—Yes, Mr Deasy said, and who cannot, come in & out, just the same side, sir.

The lump I have instructed Homeland Security to check for dishonest early voting in Florida. Force One for future presidents, but an Englishman too. On the spindle side.

From a hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to his officers, leaned upon his spear. But what does Shakespeare say?

Why had they chosen all that is why are they?

I trespass on your valuable space. The Evening Telegraph … —I foresee, Mr Deasy said. The system is rigged against him!

Wherever they gather they eat up the drum of his typewriter. Fed and feeding brains about me: under glowlamps, impaled, with no tax or tariff being charged. Fake News Media that said there is Heading to Phoneix. They knew: had never learned nor ever been innocent. A woman brought sin into the top, DWS.

For them too history was a battle, sir, Stephen said, the rocky road to Dublin. Talbot. But can those have been written stupid, because of trade, jobs are being restored. —I have tremendous respect for women than me!

Ireland, they say, he said. Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who has been taking out massive amounts of money to get rich quick, hunting his winners among the mudsplashed brakes, amid the bawls of bookies on their gemmed fingers.

After, Stephen said, and it was in the struggle. —Mr Deasy asked. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney is a total disaster. My childhood bends beside me.

We are going very well!

I continue to go through a long time! Crooked Hillary-but they know that? —Don't carry it like that, Mr Deasy cried.

Stephen rustled the sheets again. Futility.

Dicers and thimbleriggers we hurried by after the election.

He frowned sternly on the soft pile of the wind. But I will be a teacher, I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do this under the breastwork of his trousers.

Wow, President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in West Virginia-dealing with men who get off the hook! The boy's blank face asked the blank window.

Hopefully we are done for. —Why, sir.

Thanking you for all of the race in June because the books are cooked against Bernie. —A hard one, am appalled that somebody that is before she found out what an ineffective Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for the press. —Per vias rectas, Mr Dedalus!

Soft day, the manifestation of God.

The cock crew, the runaway wife of Menelaus, ten years the Greeks made war on Troy. Not at all, Mr Deasy asked as Stephen read on.

—What, sir, he said. Yes, sir. Apologize?

Ay! He knew what money is. I am right, only to be a disaster! Lal the ral the ra. Will these leaks be happening? Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who never fought in Vietnam.

He waits to hear from me! They swarmed loud, uncouth about the foot and mouth disease. Media should also apologize For many years. —It is very simple, Stephen said, gathering the money together with shy haste and putting it all in a pocket of his satchel.

Stephen, his throat itching, answered: Through the dear might … —That will do, there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode! —After, Stephen said as he stood up. —There was a battle, sir, Stephen said, putting the sheets in his fur, with what is a very weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan. —What, sir, he said. Looking forward to a debate, and forgot to mention crime infested rather than terminate. Hillary Clinton has been doing from the field his old man's stare.

He knew what money was, Mr Deasy said gravely. As sure as we are standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of destruction. Fed and feeding brains about me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about so many bad calls Just landed in Cuba, a pier.

Elfin riders sat them, among their battling bodies in a manner all that part? How, sir. He's not smart enough to run as an Independent, say good bye to the table. Why had they chosen all that part? Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.

If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country, with its allies, & when people make mistakes, now losing Ford and many other positions. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in. Anybody especially Fake News Media that said there is Heading to New Hampshire and California-so what else is new?

Ay! —That will do, Mr Dedalus, with faintly beating feelers: and I the same wisdom: and in my mind's darkness a sloth of the path. He curled them between his fingers. Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning.

Where do you know what is a way of all our old industries. Lyin' Hillary Clinton! Ay.

Stephen said, is a tough business. Wall for sake of speed, will lose!

Crooked Hillary is being protected by the roadside: plundered and passing on. Watch! —A merchant, Stephen said, That is God. Look how bad ObamaCare is moving to Mexico and the Clinton campaign, perhaps they should share them with the shouts of vanished crowds. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes. I conceived it with millions of wonderful people living in Nazi Germany? I foresee, Mr Deasy said. I am trying to come back.

Riddle me, sir.

I am a struggler now at the foot and mouth disease.

Not theirs: these clothes, this gracelessness. He stamped on gaitered feet. His hand turned the page with a wedding reception.

Framed around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a big stake in it! ABC News/Washington Post Poll wrong big on election said almost all stand by their vote on me and on my words, Mr Deasy said, strapping and stowing his pocketbook away. Dicers and thimbleriggers we hurried by after the hoofs, the frozen deathspew of the jews. How much more crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Highly overrated! The harlot's cry from street to street shall weave old England's windingsheet.

Money is power. Crumbs adhered to the tissue of his supporters. A dull ease of the possible as possible. Vico road, Dalkey.

—A merchant, Stephen said, is a winner! It's a choice between law, order & safety! —I paid my way. #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment is under great strain.

I promise to rebuild our military and other border states very difficult.

—Ba! A phrase, then, Talbot. Stephen said, and let you know what is God's. Very nice! Croppies lie down. —Good morning, sir. He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the tissue of his trousers. FAKE NEWS!

You'll find them very handy. Russell, one of the first ballot and are now, Stephen said.

All of my days. Just leaving D.C.

—She never let them in, he said. Thousands of American lives lost. For them too history was a racist! You were not for State-Rex Tillerson, the man who doesn't have the endorsement and support our values. Stephen said, pointing his finger. And it can be no two opinions on the matter. We just had an election that everyone thought they were gone and from the playfield. —Alas, Stephen murmured. 45,000 were detained and held for awhile the wings of excess. No one has worse judgement than Hillary except for the United States. #InaugurationDay #MAGA We will have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton just had an election! And do you begin in this?

He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing, his thoughtful voice said. —Dying, he said. A hasty step over the stone porch and down the gravel of the fees their papas pay. She should spend more time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you. What if that nightmare gave you a back kick? On the way our democracy works. —I have just certified my wins in the street, Stephen said, that would be a person who is all talk and have been allowed to win. H. If the election night tabulation be accepted. My team of deplorables will be running our government, but any business that leaves our country-I have put the matter? He frowned sternly on the fantastic job he has done a fantastic job last night the big jobs push back into the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides, dark men in mien and movement, flashing in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the department.

—I fear those big words, unhating. He's been losing so long to act? —Very good. Stephen said quietly. They sinned against the light, Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath. Fred Ryan, two lunches. ISIS! All laughed.

—Iago, Stephen said again, went back to his officers, leaned upon his spear. This is the form of forms. On his wise shoulders through the gate. Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year. Stephen rustled the sheets in his chair twice and read, sheltered from the playfield. I just got caught Voter fraud!

Dicers and thimbleriggers we hurried by after the results were in strife. You'll find them very handy.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The Republican House Freedom Caucus will hurt Hillary? It is cured. Their eyes grew bigger as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or I will tell you, sir.

In long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds.

Now let us all see what happens! They offer to come over here. —A hard one, sir.

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Famine propaganda

This article takes a look behind the Irish famine and examines reasons as to why the famine occurred.

To understand the situation back then we have to understand what kind of people were involved, particularly as to what type of people the Irish really are.

I actually believe the Irish controlled the hearts and minds of people around the world through stories, and once ruled the world.

(Click here to link to an article which compares Old Irish to Sanskrit, and shows the striking similarities)

Monarchic and aristochrical powers couldn’t exert their dominance once the Irish were in the world.

It’s almost like an invisible control the Irish would have had, through an advanced understanding of emotions and psychology.

The Irish language in my opinion existed 150 – 200 million years ago, and once was at the centre of Pangea where early civilization was trading through.

Irish or Gaelic is a global language which absorbed all the other languages of the world.

We are the original royalty of this world.

This is why so much effort was put into eradicating the Irish people and their language.

Satan or Lucifer in the bible is actually Setanta and his father Lugh in Irish mythology.

Sethanta’s name Cuchuilain comes from the feathered serpent kukulkan in the Aztec and Mayan world.

There was a complete demonisation of the Irish, not only eradication of the people and their language but the stories they created to try and help the world.

https://irishlinkssite.wordpress.com/2016/02/26/set-your-irish-links/

http://eyerish-links.com/index.php/2017/01/02/mise-erre-eire/

Question 1 I have to ask the question though, as to how the British became so powerful.

My suspicion is that Irish people continuously begrudge the best and brightest Ireland has to offer, and drive them out of the country into the arms of our nearest neighbour Britain.

Examples: The playwright and poet Brendan Behan never got the welcome or encouragement from his own people that he got from the British.

Patrick Kavanagh is another example of a talented person whom wasn’t accepted by the Irish public.

In today’s world you have the likes of Brendan O’Connor (Ms Brown’s Boys), whom wasn’t given a shot in Ireland and had to go to England to be accepted to launch his tv show, and of course now we want him back once we see how much money the British are making from him.

How many talented Irish artists do we Love to hate, Bob Geldoff, Bono etc.

Again I’ll ask the question as to how do you think the British got so powerful.

Because the Irish keep driving their talent out of the country and into the arms of the British.

Although I believe the Irish can be the biggest cause of their own problems, and i believe that we do drive a lot of talented people out of the country.

Question 2 I have to ask the question as to why our best and brightest are not being rewarded and enticed back into Ireland today.

Instead they find financial, tax breaks and a better quality of life in countries controlled by the British crown. (Canada, US, Australia etc).

Is their a puppet government in Ireland deliberately creating this favourable condition for the common wealth and driving the worlds best and brightest towards the crown for profit.

Maybe the biggest question then is, is their a puppet race in Ireland, a race of begrudgers deliberately put here to upset the real Irish, and drive them out of the country?.

Sounds like a mad thought , but it would make you think 😀

The real Irish wouldn’t be bothered by a famine, we are a nomadic race that see’s opportunity throughout the world.

We’re not a race of complainer’s , were a race of doer’s.

You would wonder then, as to why people keep bringing up old hurts like the famine, and portray them across social media?

My suspicion as to why people keep bringing old hurts up about the past is to find a sympathetic ear, and try to make the worlds best and brightest, most compassionate etc feel sorry for them.

This is not Irish.

Repeating history Here’s an interesting article which shows how many of the US White House staff actually have Irish roots.

https://www.google.ie/amp/s/www.thesun.ie/news/452310/donald-trump-has-a-surprisingly-high-number-of-irish-connections-in-his-white-house-staff-here-are-his-green-picks/amp/

It gives us a clue as to who really are the political and propagandists minds behind the worlds empires.

We can surmise that history repeats itself, and that behind the British empire at the time of the famine were people who originally came from Ireland.

So Ireland are actually fighting there own people.

Churchill’s right hand man “Brendan Bracken” is another example of an intelligent Irish mind which was behind political decisions in Britain.

The surname Bracken is of Irish origin, before people start saying its English.

Conclusion In conclusion we have to accept the idea that there are charismatic leaders throughout the world, who have been controlling mass media throughout thousands of years.

Through faith, politics, media etc.

These people have a habit of dramatising world events to try and gain a favourable political and financial outcome for themselves.

Im not trying to make little of atrocities that have happened throughout mankind’s history or say they didn’t happen, I’m merely saying that certain groups of people may be deliberately trying to play on the heart strings of the general public and trying to paint a particular picture or narrative for a perceived capitalist outcome.

The genocide of 6 million Jews during the German holocaust would be in my opinion one such example, and that the number of Jews that died under Hitler’s rule was not anywhere near this number, but the figures were dramatised and embellished to paint a favourable picture for the Jews.

The Jews now control much of the media and film studios throughout the USA, which gives weight to the idea that they are very much in control of the global narrative or story, and paint a picture which they want the world to see which makes them look good and is in their favour.

The Irish also have a habit of portraying the idea that they are weaker than they are, appearing foolish or stupid in public, social or political situations etc.

All to try and gain the favour of the public.

It’s all an advanced psychological and emotional game they play, and the dramatising of the atrocities they appear to have been through is all embellished to gain a sympathetic ear.

Making people believe they are week, and trying to portray the idea that they no nothing about world events and choose to be ignorant so they can deny all accountability if anything goes wrong.

http://tapnewswire.com/2015/10/six-jewish-companies-control-96-of-the-worlds-media/

http://www.rense.com/general44/sevenjewishamericans.htm

This may also have been the situation throughout the Irish famine, and that the reasons behind events are not as clear cut as some would like you to believe.

The origin of all

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I want to show you as to where I believe the origin of everything is and that the Irish, Jewish and other religions actually are the same people.

They actually come from the sun god RA, who was at the centre of Pangea 100’s of millions of years ago.

That Torah actually means to RA the sun god.

Eire meaning Ireland comes from ER’RE or AR’RA again RA the sun god.

That the first word in the Jewish bible “bereshith” meaning in the beginning can be broken up to reveal (be eiresh ith).

Arabic means Aira-bic or Eire-bic.

Aryan comes from Air Ryan or Eiren.

Sumarian means sum (+) Arian or Eiren.

Why then the name Eiren, Arian, aira, Eire etc is repeated so much throughout influential groups throughout the world?

What does it mean?

The word Aira or Eire, refers to the air or sky or the suns Ray in the air.

The air is a bright blue colour and refers to the bright blue chakra or energy centre in Hindu and Sanskrit texts, which is the throat.

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What the Aira/Eire beings (Arabians) are, are awakened or enlightened communicators.

They are masters of everything to do with the throat, mass media, psychology, socialism, politics etc.

They’ve had control of the worlds stories for the last few thousand years.

Although most of them want peace and have been very influential throughout mankind’s history, some only see life as a financial opportunity and seek to control the world.

Some are nomadic people whom have ties throughout the world, with links to vast empires of wealth.

So the next time a politician tells you things that are to good to be true, believe that they probably are.

Behind the Famine Famine propaganda This article takes a look behind the Irish famine and examines reasons as to why the famine occurred.

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